Draco’s sleep that night is terrible.  His suite is too hot, so he turns the AC up all the way, layering it with complex Cooling Charms he learned during Healer training, watching the icy blue magic shimmer and settle in the air, on his sheets, on the carpeted floor. He showers, scrubbing rosemary and bergamot soap over his body, ignoring the swell of his cock between his legs as Harry’s words play over and over in his mind like a broken record.