"Well, why not? It feels good," Harry can’t see Malfoy’s face but he can tell that he’s smirking, that awful sharp one that he wears whenever he checks a Lion just this side of too rough. It’s incredible that even with his bare arse in the air, bound to a bed, Malfoy still holds so much power. "Weasley thought it would look pretty on me," Malfoy adds slyly.