A/N: I've got like 30k words to update tonight so be prepared. ^-^ Review please.

Harry was running late. If one were to ask Hermione, he was always running late, but today he'd actually tried to be on time. Teddy and James must have sensed that because they'd been awful all morning and getting them to Hermione and Ron had been a bit of a challenge. It was for that reason that he all but sprinted into the restaurant at 11:10, looking around almost frantically. Had Malfoy left? Don't let him have left, Harry thought, biting his lip and looking around.

Draco's face falls in to an easy smile when Harry walks in. His panic subsides when he sees him looking just as worried about his late arrival. He forces his expression back into neutral before calling him over.

"Potter. Get lost?"

Harry's head snaps in the direction of Draco's voice and he immediately grins, walking over to him. "Not exactly," he says, sitting down in an empty chair across from Draco and taking his glasses off to rub at his face. "The boys were being a bit of a...challenge this morning."

Draco fights to keeps the excited grin off his face. Its a struggle, but he thinks he manages to tone down his excitement enough.

"Did you tell them what you were doing?"

"Did I tell the boys or Hermione and Ron?" He asked, moving to put his glasses back on and blinking across at Draco.

Draco refrains from letting his reaction show on his face. Why is he so damn adorable, just with little, meaningless actions?

"Both, I guess. I wasn't sure if you'd tell either who you were going out with" Ex-Death Eater. Bully. Personal nemesis for years. His expression saddens without his permission at all the reasons they could have for Harry not to be with him.

Harry frowned as he watched his face sadden. "Hey," he said quietly. "I told them. All of them. The boys could give two shits, obviously, but Ron and Hermione were both rather...supportive, actually." He wants Draco to know that he isn't embarrassed about any of this. Not even a little bit.

Draco looks up, into his deep emerald eyes, and his insecurity fades at the conviction he finds there.

"That's . . . surprising. I would've thought at least Weasley would have a long rant ready about my past, and how you shouldn't trust me, and all that. Were you out to them already?"

Harry makes a bit of a face at that and shakes his head. "Not exactly. Hermione knew but..." He shrugs and bites his lip for a moment before speaking again. "Ron did have quite the speech but Hermione is rather good at shutting him up when she needs to. She's very good at silencing charms."

A laugh bursts out of Draco, and he bites his lip to stop the hateful retort about the necessity of such a skill. "I'm sure she is. Did Ginny know you weren't interested?"

Harry flushes a bit. "She...may have known..."

Draco grins a bit, but quickly hides it. "How'd it come out?"

"I wasn't exactly as interested in bedroom antics as I should have been. She talked to Hermione about it...a lot." He flushes a bit deeper and looks down at his lap where his hands are nervously twisting together. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about being gay it was more he'd not wanted to deal with the absolute hay day the press would have.

"Females do tend to care about that when you're married." Draco smirks. "Pansy complained all the time about Astoria's whining about sex. She let it slip one day that she was infertile though, and that was the end of that. The contract was dissolved without my sexuality being brought up."

Harry nods his head a bit and looks up. "Suppose that's handy, isn't it?"

"It was. But I don't think it'll stay quiet for long." Draco glares over Harry's shoulder at a reporter entering the wizarding café.

Harry looked over his shoulder in confusion and then sighed before looking back at Draco. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize." Draco says firmly, gripping his hand and looking him in the eyes. "It would've come out eventually, and while a first date isn't ideal for the whole world to know, I don't care. I don't care what they say about me. My name can't sink any lower in public eyes. Are you okay with this?" His gaze is intense, and he tries to impart his surety from his soul. How could he ever be ashamed? It's Harry who has any right to be ashamed of him, not the other way around.

Harry is a bit surprised when Draco takes his hand but he isn't opposed to it in the slightest. He nods and turns his hand over in Draco's, their palms touching. "Yeah," he says, smiling a bit over at him. "I'm okay with this."

"Then shall we face the music?" Draco smiles then, full and dazzling, not the shallow expressions he usually has, but real emotions. A camera clicks from somewhere behind them, and footsteps approach.

He swallows hard at that smile, his stomach flip flopping and before he even really realizes what he's doing he's nodding and wrapping his fingers around the other mans, squeezing them as the reporter finally reaches them.

Draco's smile becomes icy as the reporter reaches them, brittle and obviously fake as he turns to them.

"Can we help you?" Draco raises one eyebrow, glaring openly.

The camera guy snaps photos obscenely of every aspect he can.

"We were just wondering, Mr. Potter, if you're actually on a date with a former death eater?"

Harry hates the press. He really, really hates the press and his smile is just as fake as Draco's, his fingers tight around his. "I am," he says, nodding a bit. "Not entirely sure what that has to do with you but..."

"I don't see how, either. It's best for everyone involved if you move along now." Draco's voice is hard as steel, and the reporter squeaks before being pulled away by the camera man. "Bloody menace. They need to just leave you alone." He grumbles, taking Harry's other hand and intertwining their fingers.

He smiles a bit and looks down at their hands. "Afraid you're going to run into a lot of that if you decide to stick around. Especially now."

"I've always ran in to a lot of it, since the war. My every move is as publicized as yours. It won't stop me from pursuing whatever this is with you. I want to stick around, and be friends, hopefully more. You don't need to worry about that." Draco looks into his eyes while he speaks, earnest and honest. "I chose a muggle location last time on purpose. Same with this time. I want to be seen with you. Maybe others will accept that I've changed of you have." The last sentence is soft, filled with emotion.

Harry listens to every thing he says but what sticks out to him the most is the way Draco says he wants to be more than friends. Even hearing those words brings a flush to Harry's cheeks and he clears his throat. "More than friends, hm?" He asks, smiling over at him.

Draco laughs softly. "Have you ever platonically dated someone, Potter? I thought not."

"Well, no," he replies, shaking his head. "I haven't had very many relationships period."

"The Golden Boy?" Draco raises his eyebrows incredulously. "I never would've guessed." His voice drips with sarcasm, but the smirk is lacking any menace.

Harry once again and flushes and Jesus Christ, when will Draco's words stop making him do that? "Hard to believe, I know," he says, grinning just a bit. "I told you I wasn't a cheap date. Too expensive for most."

Draco grins. "More like most people are too in awe of you to put you in your place. You're a sassy bastard, but I give as good as I get." He winks.

Harry can't help it; he grins. "Is that so?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow at him. Their hands are still intertwined and he gives Draco's a squeeze.

His answering smirk is cocky, and he lowers his voice. "The real question is can you take what I give you?"

Harry's eyes darken without his permission and his fingers tighten around Draco's. "I'm relatively certain I can, yes," he replies, nodding. It had been a long time since he'd had any sort of sexual contact and Draco was making him all sorts of warm and tingly.

"Oh, really? I can't just take your word for it, now can I?" His eyes smolder and he leans forward slightly across the table, his words a seductive purr.

He could barely restrain himself from leaping across the table and crashing in to Harry's lips with years of built up passion in the lead. His desperation for something to happen with Harry is hardly concealed.

Harry wets his lips as he watches Draco lean across the table, how heart beginning to pound. Ginny had never made him feel like this. "I'm not terribly hungry anymore," he all but whispers, his eyes locked on Draco's.

"I am." Draco's gaze is hungry, roaming his body and his face and lips and hair. He can't get enough of Potter. He adjusts before abruptly standing.

"Yours or mine?" His whispered words are dark, filled with needy desire. Passion burns in his eyes, staring into Harry's.

Harry's stomach flip flops in anticipation at the look in Draco's eyes but he blinks when he's suddenly standing. The question catches him a little off guard but he clears his throat as he stands as well. "Yours. At least this time."

Draco nods, and leaves enough galleons to cover the coffee he had while waiting and a tip. He offers his hand to Harry.

He doesn't even hesitate before reaching out to take Draco's hand again, his fingers wrapping around it easily as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and chews on it, waiting.

Draco hurries them out of the café, mentally appreciating just how sexy Potter biting his lip is, and apparates them to his flat. They land outside a plain, but stylish door in a private courtyard.

"This is my flat." Nerves set in as he considers everything that could happen when the door closes.

Harry hates the feeling of apparation but he manages to wipe the look off of his face once they land. He takes in the door and then looks at Draco, his head tilting a bit to the side. "Nice door but I'd really like to see what's on the other side," he says, grinning at him lopsidedly.

He releases the breath he was holding, and smirks. "I bet you do, Potter. Well, lead the way." Draco gestures and raises an eyebrow, silently challenging him.

He rolls his eyes at the obvious challenge and reaches out to open the door, pulling Draco in after him and then kicking it shut. It's a nice flat, like Harry knew it would be, but just then he's not really focused on that. Turning to Draco, he wets his lips again before speaking. "I'll ask for a tour later. Right now I'd really like to see your bedroom." Harry isn't generally this upfront but he could never turn down a challenge, especially not from Draco Malfoy. Some things never change.

Draco's breath catches in his throat, and his heart takes off. In an instant he's pulling him down the hall and pressing him against the door. Their hips are flush and his lips crash against Harry's. He can't hold back the desire that's been building for what feels like a decade, and his hands explore, tugging, grinding, rubbing pinning. He can't get enough of him.

Harry is more than happy to let Draco lead the way, now, and he makes no protest to being pushed up against the door. Even if he'd wanted to protest he couldn't have because suddenly Draco's lips were on his and all thought fled from his brain as he kissed him back and made a small, needy sound in his throat. Bringing his arms up he looks them around Draco's neck and pushes himself against him, nipping at his bottom lip as he does so.

Draco feels the shiver run down his spine at the needy noise coming from Harry, and he's determined to hear it again. But then Harry's grinding against him and oh, Merlin biting his lip. The last of his restraint flies out the window and he opens the door, walking Harry backward until his knees hit the edge of his bed.

Harry isn't even exactly paying attention to where they're going or what they're doing but suddenly his knees are hitting the edge of a bed and he breaks their frantic kiss to look behind him. "Oh, good," he pants out, turning back to look at Draco, his cheeks pink. "You have a bed."

"Of course, I have a bed, Potter. I can't fuck you in to the mattress without one, now can I?" Draco leans over, and pushes up his shirt, tasting and nibbling every inch of skin he can reach, until he gets to his nipples.

His eyes slide shut at the other mans words, his arms immediately going up so that his shirt can be pulled over his head, which he does himself because Draco is suddenly far too occupied with his skin to do it. His arms fall back down and he once again makes a needy sound in his throat, goosebumps breaking out over his flesh under Draco's ministrations.

Draco relishes in the sounds he drags out of Harry, delighted in the removal of a barrier between them. He quickly discards his own shirt, and the feeling of Harry's skin sliding against his pulls a needy moan out of him. Fuck. He can't wait any longer.

His graceful fingers slide down Harry's chest, and he squeezes the bulge in his pants, before grinding against him, hard and needy.

Harry is pleased to hear the needy moan that Draco let's out, a grin stealing across his face. It quickly slides off when suddenly Draco's fingers are sliding down his chest to the obvious bulge in his trousers and squeezing before grinding against him. "Oh," he groans out, his head falling back as he moves back against the other man, just as hard and needy.

"You've got too many clothes on," Draco vanishes them (to the floor) and the sudden sensation of skin on skin almost overwhelms him. He almost cums grinding against his bare flesh.

He can't help the slight yelp that escapes him when his clothes are suddenly gone and if he wasn't so far gone on desire he would complain about it. The thought, and almost all other thoughts, flee his mind as soon as Draco's bare skin is grinding on his, their cocks moving against each other easily. "Fuck," he gasps out, his chest heaving as he tries to breathe through the desire crashing through him.

Draco moves his hands to his bare ass, massaging it before moving closer to the hole. His fingers tease the edge of it, barely restraining himself from taking over. This is Harry. He can't mess this up.

Harry can't help but push himself back into Draco's hands as he massages his ass, his cock leaking between them as he does so. As Draco's fingers inch closer to his hole he moans a bit louder, his head tilting back. His legs feel like jelly and he's almost certain he's going to fall. "Let me lie down," he manages to get out, shivering a bit.

Draco pushes him back on the bed, and growls needily. He crawls on top of him. He forces himself to slow down, kissing the inside of Harry's thighs up to where they meet his hips.

Before he can doubt himself, he traces the edge of his hole with tongue, and plunges in.

Harry goes easily, falling back down onto the bed with a sigh. His legs automatically open for Draco and he pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can watch the other man. The sight makes him groan, his entire body trembling as the other man kissed up his thighs. He hadn't thought about where Draco was going to next but he was not anticipating him to go where he did.

As soon as Draco's tongue traces the edge of his hole he groans and let himself fall back down onto the bed on his back, his back arching. "Oh, God," he breaths out.

The words spark a fire in his veins, intensifying the already unbearable need to take him. He slowly slides a finger inside Harry, moving his tongue to his hips, nipping and sucking to leave marks, to claim him.

"Fuck," he gasps, his legs falling open almost as far as they could go as Draco pushed a finger into him. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, just a bit strange, but he forces himself to relax and soon the strangeness morphed into pleasure and he arched again and moaned throatily. "Draco," he groans, bringing his hands up to tangle in blonde hair.

His name on Harry's lips almost sends him over the edge, and he slides another finger inside him. His lips trail over his hips until he comes to his cock. He slides his tongue over him, before taking him inside his mouth. The fingers buried in his ass scissor and stretch him.

The dual sensation almost ends Harry. "Oh, fuck, fuck," he moans loudly, rolling his hips down into Draco's fingers and then arching up into his mouth. Fire is burning through his veins and he feels like he's going to burn alive from the force of it.

The memory of Harry's reaction is going to be burned into him for a long time coming. He pulls away to keep him from cumming before the main event, and slides a third finger inside him. "Beg me, Harry. Beg me to fuck you." He whispered, his voice breaking from need. He's so hard it hurts and he wants nothing more than to slam into him until he's a whimpering mess.

At this point Harry will say anything Draco wants him to as long as he gets inside of him *right then*. "Draco," he groans out, rolling his hips down into his fingers again. "Please. Fuck me. Please. Now. Before I explode, please." He opens his eyes and lifts his head up a bit to look down at the other man, his pupils blown so wide they almost cover his irises.

"Fuck." Draco whispers, and all his control is lost. He casts the spell for lube, and in an instant his fingers are replaced by his aching cock. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Harry, all spread out beneath me and begging."

"Talk later," he gasps out, bringing his legs up to hook over Draco's hips and his hands up to grip his biceps. "Fuck now."

He doesn't need told again. Draco slams his hips into Harry's, and he releases a loud groan. He moves fast and hard, getting lost in his green, lust-blown eyes. Fuck. He never thought he'd get this, and he can't get enough. His hands squeeze his hips, and move over his skin, touching him everywhere he can with frantic need.

The sudden entrance was surprising but not unwelcome and it didn't hurt, not after Draco had stretched him. Instead there was only pleasure and as much as he wanted to keep his eyes open, he just couldn't. They slide shut and he digs his fingernails into Draco's skin, his body singing with want.

"More," he moans out after a few minutes, his legs tightening around the other mans hips.

Draco closes his hand around Harry's cock. He pounds into him, and his strokes match his thrusts perfectly. He latches his lips onto his neck, sucking and marking him with deep moans.

Harry doesn't want this to be over quite so fast but his body really doesn't care. Without his permission he's arching up under Draco almost painfully and crying out his name as he comes between them; his entire body trembling with the force of it.

Draco shudders from deep pleasure, and within seconds of Harry tightening around him, he's tumbling over the edge. "Harry," he gasps, and the word spills from his lips a dozen more times as he comes down. He pulls out, and presses soft kisses to Harry's face, full of affection and a sweetness he wasn't sure he was capable of until this moment.

The feeling of Draco emptying himself inside of him sends another streak of white, hot pleasure through him and his arms and legs tighten around Draco as he moans. There is a sudden emptiness when the other man pulls out of him and a whine escapes him, the sound of his name coming from Draco's mouth sending a shiver through him. Harry lays still, panting as he comes down and chuckling a bit at the kisses being pressed to his face. "That ended much too fast for me," he murmurs, reaching up to brush Draco's hair out of his eyes.

"Mmmmmm, I agree. Next time will have to be longer." His voice is soft, languid. Draco nuzzles against him, and his eyes slip closed. He stretches out and tangles them up together.

"Ohhh, I get a next time, do I?" He teases, happily tangling himself with the other man. He hums and lays there for a moment just basking in the afterglow. Finally he speaks again. "I can't say I ever thought I'd get to do this with you."

"I didn't either, outside my wildest dreams. I can't say how long I've wanted to." Draco guides Harry's face to his with a single finger, and presses a tender kiss to his lips.

Harry smiles a bit against his lips before kissing him back and then rolling them over so Draco is on his back and Harry can throw a leg over his hip and slide an arm across his abdomen. "The press is going to have a field day with this, you know," he mumbles, pressing his face to Draco's skin. Wait, where were his glasses?

"Honestly? Let them." Draco murmurs, sliding his hands through Harry's hair. He quickly falls asleep.

Harry grins at that and let's himself relax. He still has no idea where his glasses are but he'll worry abut that later. Right now he's far too sated. It takes him a bit longer than Draco to fell asleep but eventually he does, feeling right and comfortable for the first time in a long time.