The fabric splits and Harry helps Malfoy turn, lifting his legs easily and hooking them over his shoulders. He’s distracted for a moment by the sight of his own large hands around Malfoy’s waist, toned and tight post-game. Harry runs a palm over Malfoy’s bruised hip. The circle of the piercing glints up at Harry, sticky and shiny, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat across Malfoy’s skin.