She helps him off the floor, and Harry stands up shakily, his body sore and malleable. He goes to sit on the bed, resting against the headboard as Draco kicks off her tights and panties from where they’d been sitting around her ankles and pulls the hem of her dress down again. She then picks up Harry’s discarded t-shirt from the floor and gets on the bed with him. She uses the shirt to first clean up the tears and spit on Harry’s face, then moves on to wipe away the mess of his own come on his hand and around his softening dick, tucking him back into his underwear when she’s done. Her touch is tender and deliberate and Harry feels so, so lovely. Draco tosses the shirt aside again and settles down on her knees next to Harry, watching him. She brings up a hand to stroke over his flushed cheek and her eyes are soft when she speaks to him. 