Guh. Love.
This: You know that now would be a bad moment to shout your defiance of the world’s ills. So you do it very, very quietly, on the inside.
This:

Harry kisses his chest. “What do I smell like?”
“Me,” Draco whispers

And this:Harry slaps Draco’s bum as he turns around, Draco skips out of reach and locks the toilet door behind him. He’s not unaware of the ridiculousness of planning a whole future in the space of a minute’s pissing time.

because I'm feeling all sappy goopy today.

And this:

Harry tucks Draco’s hair behind his ears and smiles at him. He shakes his head. “Could never work. Any plan that relies on me being subtle? Doomed to failure.”
And with that he reaches behind Draco and pushes the papers off the table and the pair of them onto it, and Draco is forced to agree.

because it's so true and I love that Harry knows it!

I will forever excuse you from reading Certain Dark Things if you will write me fics instead!!