Author's Note: Chapter 2 is here! I can hardly remember the last time I knocked out another chapter this quickly after posting one.
There is a sex scene in this one, I cut out the most graphic bit for FFnet but you'll be able to find it on my Livejournal.

Enjoy!

After brief consideration, Harry decided to ride his ever-faithful Firebolt to Draco's house the evening after receiving the letter. No time was specified, but Harry was reluctant to look too eager so he decided not to leave until the sun was at the very least lowering in the sky. His alibi was far from solid; in fact it was hardly an alibi. He had told everyone he was just going for a ride. Ginny asked if she might be able to join him so they could share a romantic night but Harry brushed her off with the excuse that he wanted to be alone.

So at around 7:30 Harry was soaring in the air, south towards the address Draco mentioned. He had thrown on his Invisibility Cloak and secured t with a Fastening Charm so that he could fly as fast as he wanted without fear of it falling off. Strictly speaking he didn't have much need for the Cloak; but paranoia still set in at times and he worried that someone out there would try to attack him. He didn't think that was a horribly irrational fear after all the bullshit he'd been put through. And there were still people out there who didn't much care for what he'd done to watch out for. It had been naive for him to think that he could defeat Voldemort and the whole wizarding world would be on his side finally.

As he got to be close enough to see the cottage, Harry slipped the Cloak off. It was a gesture of courtesy and trust to allow Draco to see him approaching. He slowed and curved around to land smoothly in the front yard of the small grey-brick cottage. Despite the difference in size it seemed that Malfoy was still going for a regal and forbidding feel the same as the mansion had had. Harry strode up the walk, propping his Firebolt up next to two more broomsticks by a fence, and rang the doorbell.

Harry was standing there just long enough to wonder if this wasn't some sort of trick when the door opened and that tall blonde appeared around it. Harry was breathless at the sight of him, "Draco", he sighed before rushing to hug the blonde. Surprisingly his affection was returned, if only after a brief pause.

"I wasn't entirely sure you would come," Draco said stiffly after they had released each other.

"How could I not? You look fantastic," Harry responded, taking in Draco's snugly fitting black pants and shirt.

"I know. And I'll admit you look the most adequate I've seen you," Draco glanced at Harry's red sweater and dark jeans. "Did you actually buy clothes for yourself?"

"I did. I figured I saved the world maybe I could afford myself that one little luxury of finally having clothes that fit me." Harry gestured at himself, "Ron thought I was being a bit of a pouf about it."

"Nothing wrong with being well-dressed," Draco said with a sneer at the mention of Ron, "Come in, I have tea on."

Draco led Harry through the cottage. It ended up being a rather modest little abode. There were some grand gestures in a few pieces of the furniture, but a lot of it really seemed more cozy. The kitchen/dining area held a rather elaborately carved mahogany dining table with matching chairs, but other than that seemed to be designed for function.

"I'm surprised," Harry said, "No gold-embossed doors or filigree snakes."

"I'm not exactly well-off anymore," Draco replied, getting out a silver tea set, "And as for snakes, I've left those and everything they stand for behind. They have no place in my home."

"I haven't quite decided how I feel about snakes. I have had a few good conversations with them after all."

Draco glanced at him from where he was pouring out hot water, "They've also gotten you into some trouble too."

"With help from you, of course. But if I hated everything that had ever caused me trouble," Harry paused, "I certainly wouldn't be here right now."

"Fair enough." Draco brought the tea over on a tray and sat opposite Harry at the table. "Why are you here, Harry?"

"I think I covered that pretty well in my letter," Harry said sipping at his tea.

"Yes you miss me and all that bullshit. But how is that possible? After everything we've gone through, everything I've done to you?"

"Not everything I've done has made your life easier over the years. You saved me this spring. I know you knew that was me the whole time. And I repaid you by attacking you and taking your wand. Not to mention in sixth year when I almost killed you."

"I attacked you first, we were sleeping together almost daily and I attacked you in a bathroom. Harry, trying to make yourself out to be the asshole in this situation is really only enforcing what a fantastic person you actually are." Draco finished all this with a long drink from his tea, "Let's face it. For every reason we have no business being together. Everything we have been through in our lives basically says that we should hate each other eternally. Yet here we are, having tea in my kitchen, and all I can think about is ripping your nice new clothes off."

Harry blushed lightly at the comment. "Maybe some things are just meant to be."

Draco sputtered on his tea a little, "Meant to be? Potter, I was talking about sex."

"I know, I know. That's all this ever was."

"Did you come here to talk to me about your feelings?"

"No. I would like to but that's not all I'm looking to do."

"What are you looking to do?" Draco said, smirking and getting out of his seat.

"You know what," Harry answered, looking sheepishly into his tea cup.

"I want to hear you say what you want, Harry," the blonde practically purred his name as he leaned against the table right in front of Harry.

With a streak of boldness Harry looked right into Draco's eyes and growled, "I want you to fuck me. Right now."

"Happy to," Draco said. He grabbed Harry's face and smashed their lips together, pulling him out of the chair as he did so. He pushed the boy against the wall and pressed hard against him. "I can feel how much you missed me," he whispered, grinding his hips against Harry's.

"Care to show me your new bedroom?" Harry asked, gasping for air. Draco broke away from Harry with a last nibble to his bottom lip before grabbing his hand and leading him down a hall. The bedroom seemed very Draco. The bed was huge, with dark green silk sheets. They were very soft, as Harry discovered when he was thrown down onto them.

Hands were hungry and groping as clothes were thrown onto the floor. Harry gasped in anticipation and excitement as Draco tore his pants and boxers down his hips and off his body in one fell swoop, then fumbled and hurried with his own.

"That ass," Draco murmured running his hands over Harry's body, "I assume no one else has been in there since me?"

Harry shook his head, arcing his hips up and fighting the urge to stroke himself as he waited for Draco to hurry up and fuck him already.

"Oh it's going to be so tight," Draco growled with a rough grab, "Turn over." He stretched over Harry to fumble in his bedside table. He seemed to get more frustrated as he apparently couldn't find what he was looking for and grabbed his wand, "Fuck, accio lube!" There was a clatter in the bathroom and the bottle came zooming into the bedroom into Draco's hand.

When both had collapsed into the bed, Harry found himself fighting a strange urge to cry. That had possibly been the best sex they had ever had, and he found himself full of emotion. "Wow," he breathed, "Draco that was absolutely fantastic."

"I must say I agree."

A pause, "Hey Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I want to be with you."

"Well, I suppose I have no objection to you stopping by and repeating this every so often."

"No, Draco," Harry struggled out from under the blonde so that he could look at him. "I want to be with you. Not just occasional, or even frequent, sex. I want to give a real relationship between the two of us a chance."

"Harry-" Draco began in a tentative voice.

"Honestly, what could be so wrong about it now? After all the hell we've both been through. It's not like you have to worry about keeping up appearances much anymore. If anything, being in a relationship with me could improve your image. Unless you don't have any real feelings for me, I guess. If that's the case say so. I'll leave now."

"That just seems so impossible."

"Answer please. Do you have feelings for me or don't you?"

Draco looked at him, eyes intense.

"If you don't I can leave now. You won't see me again."

"Don't be ridiculous! I do, you know I do and have for years. It's just always been so difficult."

"It doesn't have to be anymore. We're both adults, Voldemort's gone, we've been through enough bullshit that whatever negativity may come from us being together really won't matter. In all honesty I would like to live with you and be with you. But you have to want that too."

Draco sat and looked down for what seemed to Harry to be a thousand years. Finally he spoke, "Is this house up to your standards? I can't see how it wouldn't be, you living in that dump with the Weasleys all the time but if you'd like we could remodel or get a new house."

Harry's face split into a wide grin as he tackled Draco into a hug.

One more brief chapter to come, just to wrap things up.