"I liked you in a Gryffindor t-shirt, it was hot," he said sleepily. "I'll be sure to wear a Slytherin t-shirt at your next match."
Draco, who'd been nearly asleep, was suddenly wide-awake. "Wait, what? You in Slytherin clothes? Are you serious?"
"Mmm-hmm," Harry murmured. "Go Go Slytherin."
"Harry, that's so hot. Screw the nap. Go put my Slytherin uniform on right now, would you? You'd look edible in Slytherin clothes. Come on Harry, I want you again. Please? Harry? You can't be asleep! Go Go Slytherin, remember? Harry? Harry! Damn you, Potter!"