"It's because you were never invited. You never managed to be a virginal sex fiend. Terrible of you." He snorted at the question. "I wouldn't touch a reporter with a ten foot pole and you know it. They wouldn't find a person I slept with if they spent their days searching for me. There hasn't been a single real story since I broke up with Ginny, and even that wasn't accurate."
Harry looked at Draco for a moment, and then started to laugh. "That's the most idiotic thing, ever. Wouldn't you be able to control and weaponize me better if I came willingly? After all have I ever done something I didn't want to do?"
He smiled a little. "Will you get drunk? Because I'm not carrying you to bed. It's too many floors down." A much better idea would be to find a closer bedroom, there were plenty after all. "You're describing life here. Boring, empty and useless. If I hear another discussion about how we can't go back, I'll hex someone. We can't go back, fine. So let's do something to move forward. We can't be stuck here forever."