Draco hums and kisses the corner of his mouth before reaching out to unclasp the cuffs from the headboard. Harry groans when he lowers his arms, and Draco guides him onto his back. Harry pulls her into him before his own head even hits the pillow, cradling her face and kissing her. She smiles into it and doesn't pull away, letting him lick into her mouth and work out his desperation by grabbing, petting, touching every bit of her that's in reach. She smoothes her own hands over his flushed skin, tangles their fingers together until he's had his fill. For now. 