Harry never thought he would get to have this again. He never dreamed he would get to have Draco like this again. They were tangled up in each other, both flushed from the beach. They hadn’t bothered to shower after returning to the room, just collapsing into each other and onto the bed. The impulsive frot in the water had stirred them on, determined to see this through. Harry could feel some grit of sand against the sheets, but he didn’t mind. Draco didn’t seem to care either. They slid together so effortlessly, despite being years out of practice. Their bodies remembered each other. They seemed to both echo, resoundingly and wordlessly: yes  and  this is right  and  finally.