I am not J.K. Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2

Hermione sat at the head of the table with Harry and Draco on either side of her. Draco had brought Boni and Trix to meet her earlier at Harry's insistence. He didn't want them to have to hide from her anymore. He had explained their presence and why they were there and Hermione had surprisingly accepted them. She made a big to do over their brand new pillowcases that 'Masters' Draco and Harry had bought them

The food at dinner that night tasted wonderful but the tension was unbearable. The unspoken events of the day were weighing heavily on everyone's mind. The three of them made attempts at conversation, but eventually uncomfortable silence reigned. The more they tried to talk it seemed the more uncomfortable the silence after became. That is until Boni brought out her crème brulee.

Hermione was soon blushing as Draco moaned in pleasure over every bite of his creamy vanilla flavored dessert. She originally thought that she was imagining the sounds until she looked to her left to see Harry, frozen with his spoon halfway to his mouth staring across the table in silence at Draco, who closed his eyes and moaned with each spoonful of the wonderful custard. When Draco's tongue came out to lick the spoon she thought Harry's face would go up in flames it had turned so red. Harry put his spoon down and grabbed the water glass in front of him but started choking when Draco sucked his middle finger into his mouth to clean a bit of custard that had found its way to his digit.

Hermione stood up to beat Harry on the back as he grabbed his napkin and coughed into it. Draco who still had his finger in his mouth opened his eyes to observe his dinner companions, moaned once more and pulled his finger out of his mouth with a smack.

"All right there Potter?" he asked.

"Just," gasp, cough, "I'm fine Mione, Just fine Draco," he finally coughed out. "I'm fine Hermione, quit hitting me." She stopped hitting Harry on the back and took her seat.

That seemed to break the ice as dessert progressed and conversation became easier. Harry asked Hermione if she would like to stay the night.

"I guess I'll need to, won't I? I was staying with Ginny at the Burrow, but I don't think that is appropriate now considering the circumstances and with my parents, well you know that situation, I really don't have a home anymore," she finished sadly.

"I don't think there would really be a problem with you going back there. The Weasley's aren't going to stop loving you just because…well you know," Harry stuttered. "But I hope you know you will always have a home with me for as long as you want one. You are loved and wanted here too."

Hermione looked back and forth between Harry and Draco with a worried frown, "You are sure you don't mind Draco?"

Draco flashed Hermione a brilliant smile that she had never seen from him before, his normal smile always seemed fake and he usually had a pinched look to his mouth as if something smelled really bad. This smile was more casual and his eyes crinkled and sparkled. He picked up her right hand and held it between his warm palms, "I can't think of anything I would like more than to share a home with you and Harry." He said looking directly into her eyes, then closed his eyes and bent to kiss the tips of her fingers.

Hermione stared at Draco's white head bent over her hand in shock. He raised his head then asked Harry, "Which room are we fixing up for her?"

"Kreacher!" Harry called, looking straight at Draco with a hard stare. Hermione knew that look, he was trying to tell Draco something, but she didn't know what, and it was making her uncomfortable.

"Yes Master Harry," Kreacher croaked.

"Please prepare the yellow room for Miss. Hermione as soon as possible; she will be staying with us tonight."

Kreacher's big round eyes started to tear and he began pulling his ears down in a wringing fashion, "won't,can't,won't, My Mistress' room.."

"Kreacher stop that immediately! If you can't prepare the room, have Boni or Trix do it, but stop pulling your ears if it bothers you so much."

Kreacher stopped pulling his ears and turned to walk out of the room but before he did, he turned his big eyes to Hermione and started to cry. He then blew his nose on his pillow case and left.

"Oh Harry, can't you put me in another room if it bothers him so much?"

"No Mione, he has to learn that this house no longer belongs to the Blacks. He no longer belongs to the Blacks. I've tried to free him, and have even offered him his own house to retire in, but he won't have it, so he'll just have to accept that this is now the Potter house and what I say goes."

"Very good Harry," Draco said "I really didn't think you had it in you. We'll turn you into Lord Black yet."

"Lord Black? What is he talking about Harry?"

"Well, er… it seems that when Sirius made me his heir and left me this house, there were other properties and a title that Professor Dumbledore didn't mention to me before. According to Draco, I am now Lord Black."

"I got a letter from Gringotts the other day about the Black family vault that I needed to attend to, but then in the same letter they informed me that due to our 'nefarious mischief' of last year, you, Ron and I are no longer allowed on the premises, so I have no idea really how to go about seeing to that vault. Hell I don't even know how to access my original vault."

"Actually, Harry, the goblins let me into the vaults this morning," Draco said, his tongue swirling around his spoon. Harry stared at him and gulped visibly. "I needed to get into the Malfoy vault for something that Mother wanted to pass on to Aunt Andromeda, and whilst I was there, the new bank manager, Cadgley, asked me if I would see to your vaults as well. I signed the paper work to have the Black vault closed out. You now only have just the two instead of three."

Harry couldn't seem to make his eyes look anywhere but Malfoy's lips. Why couldn't Draco just eat his food like a normal human being? Why must he lick his spoon? Why must he close his eyes and moan with every bite? Why did they let him into my vaults? What? My vaults? Suddenly he realized that Draco was talking and what he had just said. "What? You closed out my vault! How could they do that without me? I thought I had to be there and sign something? I thought Gringotts was the most secure bank in the world?"

"Harry, you know that Molly has had access to your vault before and Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid as well. They must have some kind of provision in place for you since your parents died," Hermione said.

"Yeah, but Hagrid had my key when I was eleven. I thought you needed a key."

"Do you even know where you key is Harry," Hermione asked. "Why did you have three separate vaults?"

Harry buried his face in his hands in misery as he admitted he had no idea where his key was as he personally hadn't been to his vault in seven years. He didn't even really know how much was in it. "I am utterly useless. Draco, did you see all of the names on the accounts?" he mumbled into his hands.

"I did. Did you wish to discuss that right this minute?" Harry's head snapped up and he locked eyes with Draco and subtly shook his head. "I didn't think so." Draco smirked.

"Not utterly useless Harry, I'm sure you have had a bit more on your mind in the last few years than how many galleons you had." Hermione said as she patted his head. "You didn't answer me Harry, why did you have three vaults?"

"I set up a trust for an orphan last year," he finally answered her, looking at Draco, hoping he would get the hint and back him up.

"Yes, an orphan." Draco affirmed. "Calm down Harry, the treasure is still there just moved to the Potter vault. You see," he explained. "A Gringotts vault cannot be inherited by anyone other than a blood relative. The vaults furthest from the surface, usually being the oldest and most prestigious have the most security and are therefore at a premium. The Black vault was located at the very deepest level and will command a very high price from the new owners as that level is now considered to be unbreachable since they have added new security measures. Of course it was considered unbreachable before you got in, and I'm sure if you put your minds to it again you could dispel that thought. Maybe the goblins could hire you three as guards to insure that you won't break in again," He laughed. "But I digress. As you were not an actual blood relative of Sirius, you could not inherit the actual vault. I guess I actually could have had the vault put into my name, but decided that you would want it to stay in your name. I saw to the moving of the treasure to your old vault which had to be enlarged to hold everything. Rather stupid process really, moving to another vault to follow protocol, then enlarging the vault-thus squeezing other vaults. Stupid goblin tradition, really," Draco scoffed.

"But why would they let you into the vault?" at Draco's insulted look, Harry continued "I mean, until this afternoon, I didn't even know that you had access to the vaults. Don't get insulted, I just don't understand."

"Harry, you stood before the highest court in the land and announced that I was to live with you, and then you escorted me from the courtroom holding onto my arm. For all intents and purposes you are, for want of another word, my keeper. Wizard politics are steeped in tradition and innuendo. For example, Andromeda by escorting Mother from the courtroom announced that she would take responsibility for my mother's sentence. It is like a binding contract. She is insuring that the sentence will be carried out to the letter of the law and should my mother not abide by the rules, she, Andromeda would then face the court for punishment. I had no sentence so there is no responsibility there, but you announced to the world that I was now a member of your household and under your protection. I could legally change my name to Potter and no one would bat an eyelash. The goblins know this and as such, allowed me into the vaults."

"That makes sense and explains how Molly and Bill had access to your vault when you were staying at the Burrow," Hermione said with a nod.

"I guess so, but it's still a little unnerving knowing that Draco has access to my vaults and I don't."

"So send an owl to Gringotts and abjure me and this will no longer be a problem for you," Draco said as a dark veil masked his expression and he lowered his head to glare at his plate.

"Oh Harry, you wouldn't!" Hermione exclaimed. "You would be formally renouncing Draco and telling everyone that you don't want anything to do with him and that would be just horrible."

Looking across the table at Draco, Harry recalled the defeated young man that he brought to his home less than a month ago. Draco had been under a tremendous strain for the past two years and it showed. Gone were the sunken cheeks and dark grey circles from under his eyes. He was back to a healthy weight and his skin was back to the pale pink he hadn't seen since Draco had gleefully taken house points from students when he was on the inquisitorial squad in fifth year. Draco no longer stayed in his room when visitors came to the house, and had even asked Harry if he could invite his friend Blaise to visit. Harry had been pleased when he'd asked to invite friends over, but after this afternoon, he was not so sure he wanted this particular friend of Draco's in his home. Since when was he jealous of Blaise Zabini? Since Draco had offered to teach him to kiss if the truth be told. He wasn't sure that he wanted Draco to teach him how to kiss, but he damn sure didn't want him kissing Blaise Zabini, and especially not in his house.

Harry was not unaware of the many expressions his face made as he thought about Draco, nor was he aware of how much time had actually passed since Hermione had last spoken. A discreet clearing of a throat to his right brought him back to the present, and reminded him that Draco was waiting for Harry to cast him out. Harry felt a stabbing sensation in the vicinity of his heart at the thought of Draco leaving him.

"Draco," he said.

Draco did not look up from his almost empty bowl.

"Draco, please look at me," he said quietly.

Draco took a deep breath, and slowly moved his head up to look Harry in the eyes. The defeated look that Harry hoped was gone forever was once again on Draco's face.

"I have no intention of abjuring you. I know that Malfoy Manor will always be your home but for now and for as long as you want, you have a home with Hermione and me."

Draco smiled tentatively and relaxed his shoulders a bit. "Really Harry? For as long as I want?"

"Yeah, I want you to make this your home."

"Then can I please get rid of that hideous Troll's leg by the front door?"

"Yes!" Harry and Hermione chimed at the same time.

"I hate that damn thing. It would be gone already but every time I try to move it, Kreacher starts to pound his head on the floor. Maybe as you have Black blood, he'll allow you to get rid of it."

"Well alright then, I guess I'll get started tomorrow on redecorating the place. Hermione, you'll want your room blue, correct?" Draco inquired. "At least I assume you'll choose blue, as it is your favorite color."

"How did you know that blue was my favorite color Draco?"

"I'm very observant," he said with a self-satisfied smirk.

Harry watched for a bit as the easy banter returned. Hermione tried to wheedle how Draco knew her favorite color and Draco teased and flirted with her but wouldn't tell. Harry asked if Draco knew his favorite color, and Merlin's beard he did! It was like a heavy lead blanket was removed from his chest as the laughter between the three of them returned. It had still been a dreadful day, and tomorrow promised to be just as bad, but here and now they had found a way to smile.

Hermione brought the conversation full circle when she said, "So…if you are going to be Harry's ward or pseudo son, 'Draco Potter'. It has a nice ring to it. Do you have a middle name Draco? I'd like to know your new full name," she teased.

Draco looked like he was going to have a stroke for a second before he pulled his calm mask into place over his features. He swirled his spoon in his bowl for the very last of his custard, licked his spoon with a quiet moan then looked across the table at Harry and licked his lips slowly. "I think my new name should be Draco Malfoy Potter. I never had an actual middle name, so I'll just keep the Malfoy as a middle name. What do you think, Harry."

Harry stared at Draco for a long minute, Draco quirked an eyebrow at him, as if to issue a challenge. He could hear Hermione talking somewhere in the distance, but he was only concentrating on the blonde man sitting across from him. 'Think Harry, he's playing a game of chicken with you to see who will blink first. Think. Think. What will make him back down? Where is your Gryffindor courage? You didn't hide from Tom Riddle in that graveyard in Little Hangleton, and you will not back down from Malfoy now!'

Drawing up his courage and deciding to try and flirt back with Draco he said, "Actually Draco, I have no need for a ward or a son as I have my godson Teddy, what I find I am in need of is a spouse. Draco, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Take that Prat! Harry dipped his spoon into his custard, popped it into his mouth and then saluted the Slytherin with it.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione shrieked. "How could you mock poor Draco that way? He was just telling you the basic fact of wizard law and you try and insult him. You should be ashamed of yourself. He is here as a guest in your house and you try to embarrass him this way? Molly would be so ashamed of you."

"Oi," Harry said turning and leaning towards Hermione, "Poor Draco? I asked him to marry me, how is that insulting him? Do ya think I'm not good enough for a Malfoy? I'll have you know that there is a marriage contract between him and me at Malfoy Manor proposed by his parents and if they thought I was good enough for him, why wouldn't you?"

"Seriously Harry? Seriously? As if Lucius Malfoy would want Draco to marry a man. You are getting mad and affronted at me? You propose a ludicrous offer to Draco, and then get mad at me when I call you on your joke? Look at the poor man, he is crying for Godricks sake!" she said standing up quickly and moving to the side of the table to hug Draco who had his face buried in his hands and his shoulders were moving up and down.

"Crying? He's not crying, he's laughing his arse off! No need to go hugging him Hermione, he is just trying to get you mad at me." Harry said coming around the table to pull Hermione away from Draco's shoulders.

"Harry you've hurt his feelings. He swallowed his pride and accepted your name, and you make fun of him, and treat him like a servant. I've noticed all that he has done for you in the last month. He's cleaned your home; taken care of your correspondence, paid the bills and planned all of your meals." She said as she hugged the bloody prat and patted his back.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "A wife!"

Draco said nothing, just sat there leaning into Hermione's hug with his face in his hands. "I'm going to bed now and you, Harry are going to apologize to Draco this instant. Kreacher!" she called.

Pop! "Yes"

"Is the yellow room ready for me?"

"If the loud frizzy headed girls is being following Kreacher to My Mistress' room," Kreacher said, still sniffling.

As she followed Kreacher from the room, she pointed her finger at Harry and threatened him, "If you don't make this better for poor Draco, I swear I will tell Molly what you have done Harry, I mean it! I'll see you bright and early in the morning. We are going to the Burrow to help with the funeral arrangements and Molly doesn't need this added to her problems, good night Draco, you think about what I said Harry and apologize now, poor Bill. Poor Fleur. Poor Draco. Poor poor Ron." She continued as she followed Kreacher from the room. He could still hear her berating him as she climbed the stairs.

"Poor Draco, My Arse! I'll not apologize to you, you bloody Bastard!" Harry gave a great sideways shove to Malfoy who was still "weeping" with his face in his hands. It threw him off balance and the snarky prat and the chair went tipping over. Draco rolled on his back side to side with his arm pressed into his stomach he was laughing so hard. Harry was so pissed off he actually grabbed his wand to hex the bastard.

Draco held a hand up to him and said "You…You ddddonnt" he was laughing so hard he could barely get words out. "You don't want tttooo do that H..Harry. She'll bloody well rip you a new arse-hole!" he choked out between great gulps of air as he continued to laugh. "And, I'll have you know that my parents were married a respectable three years before my birth so there is no doubt to my legitimacy," he was able to gasp, still laughing hysterically.

"You Rat Bastard!" Harry spat. "Why did you do that? Now she is mad at me. I hate it when Hermione is mad at me! It's better when she is mad at you."

"Me? You are the one who proposed marriage! What did you expect me to do? Say 'no?" Draco tried to sit up, but found his muscles just wouldn't cooperate at that moment.

"Get up you prat," Harry said offering a hand to the man on the floor.

Draco grabbed the hand, and instead of using it for leverage up, he jerked Harry off balance sending him crashing to the floor beside him.

"Oof. What the fuck did you do that for?" Harry whined straightening his glasses.

"Because I can't seem to make my legs cooperate, and I was tired of looking up at you."

"You could have asked."

"This seemed easier. Are you going to take it back?"

"You can't be serious, I am not apologizing to you, my proposal was not meant to be an insult and you know it. I was just confused at them letting you into the vaults and was trying to lighten the mood." Harry stretched his legs out in front of him. "Until we were held prisoner by Bellatrix and your father, you and I were enemies for almost seven years, and for them to just allow you access to all of my gold is just crazy."

"The goblins know nothing of Hogwarts rivalries. For all they knew, we had been best friends for the last seven years. As to the other, what makes you think we weren't enemies then?"

"Because you knew who I was and you didn't tell them. Why didn't you tell them?"

"They would have called The Dark Lord, and he would have killed you."

"Yes, Why didn't you tell them?"

"The Dark Lord would have killed you Harry. Don't you understand? I was afraid."

"No, I don't understand. Make me understand. Why did you put yourself and your family in jeopardy after all the trouble you went to protect them?"

Draco sat up leaned toward Harry who was sitting beside him; he placed his hand on Harry's chin to turn him so that they were looking straight at each other. Draco licked his lips prayed for some of Harrys courage, closed his eyes and kissed Harry Potter.

Harry was so startled he didn't know what to do. He's kissing me. Draco Malfoy is kissing me! He tried to open his mouth to say something, he didn't have any idea what he was going to say, but as soon as his mouth opened, Draco slid his tongue in to flick quickly at the underside of his lip, and then it was gone. At Harry's small gasp of surprise at the tickling of Draco's tongue, the blonde man opened his eyes and ended the kiss. Pulling away Draco murmured, "that's why, you idiot."

"Er…um…Draco, I…"

"Save it Potter. You asked why, and that's why. You don't have to say anything." He told Harry as he moved to stand up.

Harry gathered his courage and grabbed Draco by the collar of his robe and pulled him back down beside him. "Let me speak please?" He sat back down with an arm behind him for balance and his other arm on his bent knee and waited for Harry to remember how to talk. Harry ran his hand through his hair making an even bigger mess of it than it had been.

"Draco, I have learned since the night of the battle, that there are different kinds of bravery. Gryffindor's have one kind of bravery, the obvious kind. But two Slytherins have shown me a different kind. I think that you and Professor Snape are two of the bravest people I know. You both stood up to Tom Riddle in your own way and you chose a side. It wasn't obvious, but you did choose. You chose to do the right thing.

"I watched you sixth year," he admitted. "Ron and Hermione thought I was obsessed with you. I probably was. I followed you everywhere. I could always spot you in the corridors by your walk… I know what fruit you would pick at breakfast and which one at lunch; I also know which one is your favorite. I know your favorite colour; imagine my surprise to find out you actually like red. I know which bathroom you prefer, you will go out of your way to go to the fifth floor loo near the charms classroom. I know your preferred route to the dungeons. I know just how much crap you will take from Parkinson before you insult her. I know that you never thought house elves inferior, I watched you talk to them when you thought no one was looking. I know that when your mother would send you sweets, you would eat only two at the table, and save the rest for later. I saw you leave some of your sweets for the cutest, littlest Hufflepuff girl who Pansy had made cry. Do you know, I even know how exactly how you take your tea?"

"I watched as you struggled to finish the task Voldemort gave you. I watched Professor Snape's memories in a pensive and I saw how much anguish you were in. I knew what Riddle wanted you to do. I know you saw it as a weakness when you couldn't kill Professor Dumbledore, Draco, but looking back and knowing what I now know, you were so brave and I admire your courage. I am so proud to call you my friend."

"Now it's my turn to be brave," Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath as he continued, "I never ever thought I would say this to another bloke, but Draco would you please kiss me again?"

Draco's eyes bored into Harry's as he tried to judge his intentions. Was this a pity kiss? Would the Prat-Who-Lives offer a pity kiss? No, a Gryffindor wouldn't do that. No honor in it. Harry was above all things honorable. Draco was suddenly very nervous. More nervous than when he'd first kissed Harry. That first kiss didn't really require much thought, it was just a way to explain why he didn't want to see Harry dead. This was kiss was going to be a game changer.

Draco raised his wand to cast a silencing charm on the room and then laid his wand on the floor. Harry put his wand down beside the one that had become as familiar as his own.

Harry closed his eyes as Draco moved to his hands and knees and kissed him. Draco tilted his head to the side for better access and put his tongue to Harry's upper lip and slipped it inside for a taste. He tasted of vanilla and sugar and Draco moaned into his mouth and savored the taste.

The sound of Draco's moan was like an electrical jolt to Harry's senses. He felt goose-bumps break out on his arms and his hair felt like it moved to stand straight up. His hair was not the only thing moving stand straight up as he felt his cock harden. Harry opened his mouth a little further and pressed his tongue to tease Draco's. Harry growled when Draco swiped his tongue across the roof of Harry's mouth.

Draco rocked backward at Harry's growl, pulling away thinking that the kiss was over. He should have known better. Trust a Gryffindor to go full throttle. Harry followed with his whole body, knocking him flat on his back and climbing on top of him to straddle his hips. Their kiss was broken briefly as they landed.

Harry took that opportunity to open his eyes and look at the man he'd trapped underneath him. He gazed at the very good looking blonde man. Draco still had some very pointy features, but had rounded out nicely lately, and he had to admit, kiss swollen lips looked very attractive on him. Draco was panting heavily and his lips were open. Harry growled again as Draco licked his lips, and he descended on his prey.

Draco moved his hand to Harry's neck and helped pull him down for another kiss, his other hand found its way to caress the lightning bolt scar that he had been fantasizing about touching for years. It was slightly raised and smoother than the rest of his forehead. He wanted to trace it with his tongue and kiss the source of so much of Harry's pain.

Harry held nothing back as he kissed Draco. It was as if a valve had been opened and all of his pent up desires were rushing forth. He licked the man's lips, and when they parted, he nipped them with his own. When Draco touched his scar, he whimpered and sucked Draco's tongue into his mouth. Harry grabbed Draco's wrists pinning them to the floor moving his hips to rub their cocks together.

"Fuuuuck yes Harry," Draco panted, and pushed up with his own hips answering Harry's movements.

Harry's tongue found Draco's ear and licked around the delicate shell as he panted and thrust his hips. When he put his tongue into the ear, he was rewarded as Draco got his hands free and grabbed his arse and ground them together again. Harry's teeth found a soft earlobe to nibble and he whispered a soft "Oh God yes," still moving his hips in tandem with Draco's.

Draco realized when Harry bit him and whispered in his ear that he no was no longer in control of what was happening between the two of them. He thought that as he was the more experienced, Harry would let him lead the way. He was wrong. Harry was a source to be reckoned if he really wanted something, he gave no quarter, you either surrendered or you were destroyed. Draco was a smart man, he surrendered. It was freeing really, letting go and giving your-self over to feeling and, fucking hell, what a feeling.

Harry continued to move his hips, grinding their cocks through their trousers and whispering nonsensical things into Draco's ear, mostly 'fuck yes, Oh God yes, there, harder, yes' his hands never stopped moving and neither did Draco's. He discovered just how soft that blonde hair really was, and that Draco liked to have it pulled. Draco's answering pull on his own hair had him bucking and circling his hips faster. Draco somehow worked his hands under Harry's shirt to circle his fingers around his nipple and pinch at the hard nubs. "Shit yes, Draco, yes," he said through clenched teeth.

Their lips found each other's again and they kissed frantically, Harry licked into his mouth, exploring the warm wet cavern. Draco stroked Harry's tongue with his own, nipped at his lower lip, sucked on his upper lip. Harry and Draco's movements were instinctual and primal, faster and faster, both panting, sweating from their exertions. Draco pulled his mouth away from Harry's to whisper, "Come for me Harry."

That did it, Harry stiffened on top of Draco and threw his head back and roared. The sound of Harry's roar and the palpable sizzle of magic that flickered the lights as he came, drove Draco over the edge, triggering his own orgasm. Feet flat on the floor, he pushed his hips up into Harrys, and raised both of them off the floor as he shouted his answering release.

Draco slowly lowered them to the floor and they lay still for a long while as they regained their breath. Harry was the first to move, as he rolled over and off of Draco. Harry felt something digging into his back and rolled slightly toward Draco to pull two wands out from under him. He held them up; Draco took one and cast a cleaning spell on himself. Looking at harry with a quirked eyebrow, Harry said, "No thanks, I want a real shower. Scourgify never really works for me."

The two of them turned to their sides and looked at each other with their heads propped up on their hands. Draco broke the silence and asked if Harry was ok. "Yeah, I really am. How about you?"

"I feel like I could fly without a broom. Do you realize your magic shook the house when you came? I still feel it inside of me bouncing alongside my own. I've never felt anyone else's magic before, it makes me feel so alive," he smiled, and leaned over to kiss Harry quickly on his nose.

"I've felt someone else's magic for years, it always left me feeling dead inside, or caused pain. I'm glad mine doesn't make you feel that way," he smiled. He looked at Draco's hand as he leaned away from him and noticed which wand he held. "You've got my wand."

Draco looked at the wand in his hand, "Yeah I do, it worked just fine for me, felt natural really, just like my own." He gave the wand a flick, and the paint on the dining room walls turned from a garish red to a soft muted mauve. "Much better."

"Yeah, I like it. What color are you going to do my room?"

"I think I'll surprise you. If I tell you then you'll have nothing to anticipate."

"Ok, if you insist. Speaking of rooms, I think I need to go to mine and shower, I'm a sticky mess and it's getting cold."

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning before you and Hermione leave, yeah?"

"Yes, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"The usual, go see Mother, plan your meals, clean the house, and fantasize about snogging you."

"You've fantasized about it? Really?" Harry asked, astonished.

"Only about four times a day since fourth year, and six times a day in the last month."

"Really? That long? I had no idea."

"Well, naturally, you probably would have punched me in the nose if I'd walked up to you after potions one day and slipped my tongue in your mouth. Either you, The Weasel, or Hermione probably would have killed me. Did you three ever do anything without the others? How did you and Ron ever find time to wank properly with her around all the time? "

"She didn't sleep with us! She slept in the girls' dorm. We had the privacy of our own beds, or at least I did, dunno about Ron."

"I almost tried to talk to you one day when your minions weren't around, I was walking up behind you, but sure enough Granger came charging from the library with about fifty pounds of books chattering about a prince, and I turned around and went the other way."

"Minions! I'd like you to call her that to her face! I want to see that, hey, call her that tomorrow before we leave ok? That way she'll be mad at you when we leave for the Burrow and not me," Harry smiled, then the smile faded…"No, better not, tomorrow will be hard enough on her, how about on your birthday this Friday?"

"You know when my birthday is?" he asked astonished.

"Of course I do, I told you that I know you. I practically stalked you sixth year."

"Really, what's my favorite sweet," he challenged.

"Up till an hour ago, I would have said chocolate, but not chocolate frogs, you almost hexed Crabbe once when his frog jumped onto your robes. I don't know if you moan when you eat chocolate as I've never been close enough to hear you when you ate it, but I have watched you eat it, and have never seen you close your eyes, and suck your fingers whilst eating it, I'd have to say now that your favorite is Boni's Crème brulee."

"Correct, though I don't recall licking my fingers before, I haven't had it in two years, and I just didn't realize how much I'd missed it until I had some tonight. And Malfoy's do not moan at their food," he finished with a nod.

"I know one who does," he teased. Harry started mimicking Draco's eating of dessert by closing his eyes and moaning, and then sucked his little finger into his mouth, pulling it with a loud smack, "Mmmmm ohhh Crème brulee, my favorite," he then licked a stripe up the wand he held in his hand putting the tip into his mouth and sucking on it. He opened his eyes to look at Draco and stilled.

Draco was turning pink from his hairline to his neck barely visible underneath his robe. His ears were a vivid red and looked painful. He got up on his hands and knees to lean over Harry who rolled to his back in surrender. "The next time you put a wand of mine to your mouth Harry, you'd better be prepared for the consequences. It'll be a much thicker one that you'll have your lips around and don't be surprised when it comes with a cream filling for you to lick up," Draco croaked out in a whisper. He then claimed Harry's lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt in Harry's mind which wand he was talking about.

Draco pulled away and stood up to tower over Harry, taking his wand from his hand as he did so. "I'll see you and Hermione in the morning, sleep tight," he said, then turned and left the room.

Harry didn't move until he heard a door shut upstairs and a shower come on. "Fucking Hell," he moaned, putting his arm over his eyes. Harry just lay on the floor of his dining room next to an overturned chair for long minutes. He supposed he ought to get up off the floor, right the chair, and leave the room so the elves could come in and clear the table, but finding the energy to move was proving to be hard to do.

So, he thought to himself. 'Blokes'. Was it blokes in general? He had no idea. He had never been attracted to a man before, but he was definitely attracted to Draco. 'So, Draco'. Ok. He said it out loud to himself a couple of times just to hear it. "I fancy Draco. I fancy Draco Malfoy. I fancy Draco Bloody Malfoy." No matter how many times he said it, it sounded really weird. What will people say? Do I care? I really don't, he realized. "I fancy Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, and I don't give a damn what people will say or what they think. I am tired of living my life for other people and I can do anything I bloody well want. I can fancy girls and blokes if I want to," he said out loud to his pretty new mauve walls, trying the words out so see how they sounded. They sounded pretty good to him.

Ok, so I do care what one person thinks, he admitted to himself. What am I going to tell Hermione? I'll have to tell her something if she is living here, she will notice us attacking each other at dinner I'm sure, she is a smart witch. "Brightest witch of her age for sure," he said out loud. "Ugh," he moaned out, as he rolled over to stand up. "Shower." Harry got to his feet and righted the overturned chair. Waved his hand to out the candles and headed for bed.

A/N: Thank you to those of you who left a review of the first chapter.

I was really happy to see all of the notices I received, and I hope

I didn't let anyone down with how long it has taken me to update.

I don't have a beta yet, as my choice of beta doesn't think she can do it,

I however have faith in her and will keep after her until she relents.

Until then, please forgive any misspellings and typos.

As I'm sure you all know, this is my first fic and I am totally

New at writing. Please bear with me as I learn.

If anyone has any ideas or suggestions for the story, please feel free to let me know, I find

I do really well bouncing ideas off of other people.

Feliz Cinco De Mayo!