Draco was lying flat on his back in the middle of their bed, still catching his breath and blinking up at the ceiling above him. That had been... well... he wasn’t quite sure what that had been. He lifted his head up at the sound of a toilet flushing, and watched as Harry walked back into the bedroom, completely naked, a damp flannel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Harry smiled at him sleepily and put the water to one side and offered the flannel to Draco.