you," he whispered, his hands at Harry’s waist encouraging him closer, "I dream about your smile, and your voice, and your hand in mine," his smile edged into a grin now, "After today though, I think I’m probably going to be dreaming about you tying me down and calling me a bad boy," Harry found himself laughing despite the anxious twist in his gut, and he made to pull away, but Draco only held him closer, "Do you think we could buy a replica Auror uniform?" Draco pressed his face in his hair, and Harry could feel his grin against his scalp, "I’m sure I could commission someone to make one,"