"Harry?"
"What now?" the boy with the scar on his forehead opened his eyes, trying to see his lovers's face through the darkness without his glasses.
"Are you tired?" Draco asked stupidly.
"No, I'm just preparing for the bajadera," retorted ironically Harry.
"I'm glad you're awake."
"You woke me, Draco!" former Gryffindor seeker objected irritably.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are? Like two emeralds!"
"Is that why you woke me?"
"And your hair is like graphite, so dark and shiny... Soft to the touch... And your ass is like two parts of a diamond, so irresistible... It's like crystal. It attracts my attention."
"Are you going to list the whole range of minerals and their hardness today?"
"Hmm, Harry, since you mention hardness, I would..." Slytherin did not finish.
"I'll hit you with the frying pan."
"Why would you do that?"
"I want to sleep!" The Chosen One growled reluctantly, turning and snuggling back into the blanket, ignoring his lover.
"And that's it? How about a little epilogue at the end, Potter?"
"Kiss my crystal!"