Harry Potter woke around midnight, not knowing just what had drawn him from his sleep. He lay in the silent darkness for a few moments, and nearly jumped when a knock sounded on his window. He sat up, grabbing his glasses from his bedside table and shoving them onto his nose. He looked out the window and found himself face to face with a very familiar blonde. Harry grinned widely and quickly opened the window, helping the blonde boy inside. The boy's broom was cast aside immediately as he pulled Harry tight to him and kissed him full on the mouth.

"Merlin, I've missed you," he mumbled, pressing his lips to Harry's throat. Harry chuckled and hugged the boy.

"I've missed you, too, Dray," he replied. Draco Malfoy pulled away from his boyfriend, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. He pulled him down next to him, capturing the brunette's lips once more.

"It feels like ages since we've done this," he said as Harry worked to unbutton the blonde's shirt. "I've need it." Harry grinned and sucked lightly at his boyfriend's throat.

"I know," he replied, drawing a moan from the blonde below him. "Two weeks is a long time." Draco arched up as Harry pulled the shirt from his body and dropped it to the floor. His hands ran over the Slytherin's chest, grazing over his nipples and reveling in the smooth, pale skin beneath his fingers. His hands moved down to the waistband of Draco's tight black jeans. He undid the zip and groaned at the sight before him.

Draco was notorious for his hatred of underwear. He claimed it was restricting and served no purpose—and so he never wore it. Harry was thankful for that tradition now, as it helped him to divest his lover of the last remaining clothing in record time. He couldn't help himself from licking his lips as he stared hungrily down at the boy before him. He slid a hand along Draco's body, tickling lightly over the skin as he reached his destination. He grasped his lover's cock firmly, grinning as Draco's sharp gasp quickly turned to a moan.

"I've missed this," he whispered, watching the pleasure flutter across Draco's features. "Touching you, I mea." Harry kissed along his boyfriend's neck and down his chest, running his tongue over each of the blonde's nipples before licking a trail down his stomach and dipping into the boy's navel. Draco groaned and arched off the bed, his hands diving into Harry's hair.

"I love you," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Harry kissed his way back up the boy's body to capture his lips. Their tongues moved in time with Harry's hand as he stroked his lover firmly. "You," Draco whispered, "are wearing far too many clothes." His hands moved beneath Harry's shirt, pulling it up over the boy's head. He groaned at the momentary loss of contact as his lover's hand left him. He stripped Harry of his sweat pants and boxers, running his hands loving down the brunette's thighs as they kissed and rubbed lightly against each other.

"Fuck me," Harry whispered, his eyes seductively into Draco's. The blonde grinned and rolled over, placing Harry beneath him. He settled in between his over legs, kissing along his shoulders and down to one nipple, which he took in to suck gently. "Gods, Drake!" Harry's back arched up into the touch as his eyes closed. Draco moved a hand along Harry's neck and to his lips, slipping two fingers into the wet heat of the boy's mouth.

Harry sucked on the fingers, sliding his tongue over them seductively. He felt the vibrations against his chest as Draco let out a moan. The blonde sat back, pulling his finger's from Harry and placing them between his lover's legs. He pressed a kiss to Harry's stomach as one finger slowly slipped in to breach him. Harry groaned and let his legs fall open even wider, lifting his hips up to meet the gently probing thrusts of Draco's finger. A second joined the first, carefully stretching and preparing him.

"That's enough," Harry gasped. He wouldn't be able to take much more. Draco's fingers inside him and the sight of his aroused lover alone were nearly driving him over the edge. He wasn't about to come now—not before Draco was inside him. "I need you." Draco's hand left him in an instant as he leapt off the bed, digging through his jeans for a moment before returning with a small bottle of lube. He squirted a decent amount into the palm of his hand and started preparing himself with it. The sight was far too tempting, and Harry's hand soon joined his, both of them working to coat Draco's cock.

Draco kneeled on the bed, his lover's legs wrapped securely around his waist as he positioned himself at the boy's entrance. Their lips met to stifle their join moans as Draco pushed in, sheathing himself as far in Harry as he could manage. They set a quick pace, Draco thrusting hard and deep, Harry's hips coming up to meet each movement. Harry let out a rather loud groan as Draco wrapped a hand around his cock.

"Shh!" Draco warned in between thrusts. "We—don't—want—the—muggles—to hear." Harry nodded as he clenched his teeth to hold back the moan fighting to break free as Draco shifted his angle, hitting hard against that spot. He wasn't going to last long. Draco was panting heavily, a light sweat covering his body. He was close.

Harry clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt himself explode between them, stars flashing before his eyes. Draco bit down hard on his lover's shoulder to hold back the pleasure scream fighting to burst out as he came deep inside Harry. They collapsed against each other, riding out the sensations and fight to catch their breath.

"Bloody fucking hell," Draco panted, kissing Harry's neck before pulling out and sliding down his boyfriend's body. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he stared down at the come smeared along Harry's stomach. The tongue came out again, this time running along the firm muscles. Harry let out a low whine, his hands digging roughly into the platinum blonde hair of the boy above him. He pulled his lover up to meet him, kissing his lips and groaning at the taste of himself in Draco's mouth.

They laid together for a while after that, Harry's back against Draco's chest with his boyfriend's arms wrapped protectively around him. Harry sighed with contentment as Draco kissed his temple.

"This is brilliant," Harry mumbled, running his fingers over his boyfriend's biceps. "I don't think I'll be able to let you leave again." Draco chuckled.

"Is that so?" he asked, smiling.

"Mmm…Yes. I miss you too much while you're gone."

"Well, what would you say if I had a solution to that problem?"

"What sort of solution?"

"The sort where I take you with me."

"What?" Harry sat up, turning to look the blonde in the eye. "Are you serious? Draco, that's impossible. I can't go with you to the manor."

"Who said anything about the manor? That's the last place I'd ever take you."

"So where would we go?"

"Someplace far away, where no one could find us. Someplace where we could be alone together for a while."

"Like?"

"Cancun."

"Cancun," Harry repeated flatly, hardly believing his ears. Draco nodded. "You can't be serious."

"I am."

"We can't just run off to some island, Draco. The order will freak if I disappear."

"Are they really gonna think that the Dark Lord kidnapped you?"

"It's a possibility, isn't it?" Harry sighed and hugged his boyfriend. "You know I'd love to go with you, but it's just not an option right now."

"Of course it is. Did you really think I would go to all the trouble of planning if I thought the Order might intervene? I've got it all figured out."

"And how's that?"

"We'll leave a note."

"A note? You seriously think that that's all it's gonna take for them to allow this?"

"If it's believable enough, then yes." Harry looked doubtful, so Draco kneeled next to him, taking the brunette's hands. "Here's what we do. You write a note to the Order telling them that the Muggles are going on holiday and taking you with them."

"The Dursleys never take me with them. Remus won't buy it."

"Tell them they've found no one to watch you and don't trust you in the house alone."

"That's actually quite good. But what do we do about the Dursleys, not that they'll mind me being gone…"

"I was getting to that. You'll leave them a note saying you've gone to stay with the Weasleys or such. You've said you do that every summer, so they'll be used to it."

"That's good, Dray…It might….it might actually work…."

"See? I told you I was brilliant." Harry smiled and kissed his boyfriend's lips. An odd feeling came over him then, almost as if he should be remembering something, but wasn't quite sure what.

"There's just…"

"What?" Draco asked, kissing Harry's neck and nipping gently at the base of his throat.

"I don't know. It feels as though there's something about Cancun I should be remembering…I just can't figure out what." He let out a groan, lifting his chin to give Draco better access to his throat. "Then again, it's really hard to remember anything when you're doing that with your tongue."

Draco smirked and stilled his movements, pressing a kiss to Harry's lips before pulling back to look into his lover's eyes. "So is that a yes on the trip?" Harry bit his lip, still unsure. Draco knew him well enough to know what this gesture meant. "Come on, Harry! Just think about it! You, me, the sparkling ocean and the warm white sand." He pressed soft kisses along Harry's neck, his lips brushing along the smooth skin with every word and sending brilliant chills along the brunette's spine. "We'll take walks along the beach, and swim, and make love in the sand. It'll be incredible—and it'll be just us. No prying friends to interrupt. We won't have to hide anything."

"I don't know, Dray," Harry said. He couldn't' shake the feeling that there was something important about Cancun—he just could remember what.

"Please, Harry! Please." Draco was begging now—and he never begged unless it meant a lot to him. Harry sighed.

"When do we leave?" Draco's grin returned with full force.

"Tonight."