Draco snorted a little. "i'm not sexy." he stated calmly whining as he was flipped onto his back and whining again as he was shifted thanks to the pants being yanked off. he tossed the sweatpants to the floor and undid his shirt, slipping it off and throwing it away, revealing the pale body that Lance had seen so many times, only a few scars. one across his chest from sixth, or was it fifth year? Harry's sectumsempra had sliced so deep even Madam Pomfry hadn't been able to avoid a scar. the others where from his time with Voldemort, a few light burn marks, and two 'holes' in his left leg from when Nagini had sank her fangs into him. but he was so pale and perfect as he rolled onto his belly, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung perfectly to his firm ass, mumbling confirmation that he had heard Lance talk but was already mostly asleep on top of the covers, spread out like a cat and taking up way more room than should have been possible.