'No. No days, Harry. Never, ever have that worry," he said, tones fierce and nearly angry though not at Potter. At the bastards who had done this to him and left him this concerned and worried about what Draco might do.

"You and I are what matters, Harry. Sure he's interesting and powerful..." And for Draco that made him sexy. Part of what he loved about Harry. He was beautiful and perfect and powerful. That made him sexy.

Returning the kiss, holding tight to Harry as if to prove he wasn't willing to let him go. "Course. Together. Now. Tonight. Always."