Charlie watched Hermione scurry around the kitchen to prepare their tea. He almost told her not to go through so much trouble, but he wanted to see her worry her lower lip with her teeth some more whenever she was concentrating on something, so he let her continue. He nearly came in his khaki Bermuda shorts when she stepped on a stool to look into the cupboard over the stove for olive oil. She rose up on her tip toes, which made her arse stick out somewhat for balance.

"Is spaghetti okay?"

He needed to stop staring at her, or she was going to think he was simple and couldn't understand the words coming out of her mouth. "Sounds great." He raised his left arm. "I can dice tomatoes for the sauce."

She gave him a curious smile. "I didn't know you were left-handed."

Pulling a cutting board from one of the drawers, he smirked as he looked for a knife. "Well, you know what they say."

"What?"

"Everyone is born right-handed—only the gifted overcome it." He winked at her and thoroughly enjoyed her blush.

"Ah, so that's why you're so special," she said teasingly. "I'll be sure to explain things very slowly."

Unable to stop himself, he crowded her against the counter, his front to her back. "Someone has a high opinion of themselves," he whispered in her ear, delighted when she tried to squirm away.

She succeeded, but only so she could turn and face him. "Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion." Placing her hands on his barely covered chest, she made to push him back when he grasped one of her wrists and held it tightly.

"I have no doubt." Slowly, he brought her wrist to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss on the inside.

"W-what're you doing?" she murmured, hating that she sounded so breathy.

His mouth never left her skin as he continued to pepper her wrist and arm with languid kisses. "Proving how special I am."

"The water is boiling," she said absentmindedly, unwilling to claim her limb and intent on letting him do as he pleased.

"There's lots of water in the pot." He reached the crux of her elbow and darted out his tongue, to lave the tender flesh. "I find I'm hungry for something else."

Her head angled back so that he could continue his ministrations across her collarbone and neck. "What are you hungry for?" she rasped, her chest now pressed intimately to his.

Nipping her chin, he raised his eyes to finally stare at her the way he had wanted to since he'd first glimpsed her. "I thought you were a clever witch." He brushed his nose against her upturned one.

She could feel his straining erection at the apex of her thighs, so she thrust her hips into his, smirking when he groaned from the contact. "I'm not as gifted as you." She did it again, thrilling at the feral growl he uttered. "Perhaps you could show me?"

"I'll show you," he breathed against her lips. "I'll even give you a detailed description." He sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her soundly.


"I'd like to know why Granger thinks this resembles a stream," Draco groused, pointing out the kitchen window at the body of water. "It's a bloody lake!"

Harry looked over Draco's shoulder. "I think she's kept the habit of downplaying things or events from when we were fighting. Used to say we would've never done half of what we did if we knew the true scope of things."

"Smart tactic," the blond admitted without thinking.

"That's our Hermione," Harry said with a knowing smirk.

Draco snorted. "That's your Hermione, not mine." He frowned at the other wizard's stare. "What?"

Shaking his head, Harry studied him. "It's just the way you said her name. A-are you... you know..."

"Am I what?" Draco looked expectantly at him.

A sinking feeling spread through him and he gritted his teeth. "Do you fancy her?"

Narrowing his eyes, Malfoy approached until he was nose-to nose with Harry. "According to you, I fancy blokes, not birds." He gave the shorter man a sneer. "So which is it? Am I here to shag Granger into the ground—"

"Draco..." Harry said on a low warning note.

"Or am I supposed to bugger you until I get it out of my system?"

Harry's temper flashed through his glare. "Do you fancy Hermione?"

"No!" he roared in his face. "Are you happy now, Potter?"

"Not yet." Harry grabbed him by the nape of the neck and firmly kissed him.

Once again, the blond wizard fought it, but he was soon throwing himself into the mesh of lips and tongues, starting to hate the fact he was craving the feelings the other man was creating in him. When Harry's hand drifted low, past the waistband of his shorts, Draco reciprocated in like fashion, eager to feel the fleshy cheeks of the dark-haired man's arse.

Draco began pressing open-mouthed kisses along Harry's neck, licking his pulse point, feeling it throb with the steady beat of his heart. Wanting more friction while his hands were busy, he moved their bodies away from the window and towards the counter, Harry's front caught between the countertop of the island and the hard reminder of his passion for him. Draco began thrusting shallowly against Harry's arse, his fingers seeking out the other man's hard length, cupping him and palming the increasing heat.

One hand remained pressed against Harry's shaft while the other made its way down to the buttons on the dress shirt Potter still wore, flicking each one away until there was nothing left to keep his toned body from view. Slowly, Draco slid his palm over the slight swell of pectoral muscle, tweaking a nipple as he moved down to the jut of Harry's hip. When he reached his waist, he practically pinned him to the counter with his hard cock.

"How long have you wanted this?" Harry gasped where he was laid prone on the marble top. The way Draco was taking charge, Harry knew the blond had more than considered him as a romantic interest.

Draco bent over him and hissed in his ear, "Years. For years I've wanted to wipe that smirk off your face." He thrust his hips, the fabric creating a delicious roughness. "Wanted to prove to you that I was worthy."

It was as if a Lumos had shed light on their entire animosity towards each other. Draco had wanted Harry from the beginning, but Harry had shunned him. Desperate to make amends, Harry reached around and cupped the blond's balls.

"Fuck!" the blond ground out, and stilled his motions.

He whimpered Draco's name as he sagged against him in complete surrender.

"You're mine now," Malfoy grated harshly.

Moving a nimble hand down the flat plane of Harry's belly until he reached the top of his dress slacks, Draco slid the trousers and boxer shorts down his muscular thighs and sculpted calves, flinging the offending clothing on the kitchen floor. On his way up, his questing fingers found Harry slick with precome, and he rubbed his thumb over the silky glans, spreading the sticky fluid all around the head.

"God, Draco..."

"Say my name again," Draco demanded, pressing a little harder on the tip of Harry's penis.

"Draco Malfoy," Potter panted, thrusting into the other wizard's hand impatiently.

The blond swiped a digit across Harry's slit, prodding it open a little wider. "I want you to scream my name when you come." He began stroking in earnest now, loving Harry's whimpers that were a tell-tale sign he was close.

It wouldn't take but a few more tugs to bring Harry over, so Draco stopped and pulled him until he was upright once again, and drew him in for another kiss, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

Harry groaned in response and ground against Draco's bulge, where it was still covered by the borrowed shorts.

Draco's hips were rocking into him, his long fingers finding Harry's thick cock to start stroking him again. He quickened his pace when he felt the foreskin slide easily over the tip and back down.

Harry's chest heaved and, with a last hard pull, he was screaming Draco's name and spurting into the blond's hand, liberally coating his fingers.

Slowly withdrawing, Draco brought his fingers to his mouth, and sucked them clean of Harry's spendings.

Harry's eyes were closed in ecstasy, euphoria spreading throughout his entire being, his thoughts and feelings rising to the surface to make themselves known. "That was incredible." Smiling tremulously, he raised his hand and brushed his thumb against one of Draco's cheeks, looking him straight in the eye. "I love you."

Instinctively, Draco stiffened and pulled away. "We only have this week."

"Then I want you to be true to yourself while you're here." Tears misted Harry's vision as he cupped Draco's cheek and brought him closer to his hard body, kissing his temple. "If I only have this week with you, then I want to remember it as the best time in my life."

Wrapping his arms around Harry, Draco held the other man tightly, afraid to let go. "Say it again," he whispered.

Returning the embrace, Harry soon let his fingers drift down the front of Malfoy's shirt to cup the bulge that still lingered, and squeezed for emphasis. "I love you."

Hissing, Draco grasped his wrist and pressed his cock into Harry's hand further. "Again."

"I love you," the dark-haired wizard reaffirmed, unzipping the blond's trouser-shorts.

Draco lay hard and smooth in Harry's hand as the latter moved his fingers from base to tip in a teasing manner.

Harry pressed his thumb lightly on the slit and was rewarded with a slight ooze of precome, which he swirled around the head while he listened to Draco's harsh pants, watching him intently. He stroked him leisurely for a moment, but found he really wanted a taste and so brought his thumb to Draco's lips to coat them with his own fluid, and let his tongue lick it off.

Eyes dilated at the erotic sight of Harry's lips glistening with his precome, Draco nearly spilled himself in the other man's hand at the thought of that mouth on him. "Suck me," he pleaded.

Kneeling down, his back against the island and eye level with Draco's bobbing cock, Harry brought his hands to the back of the muscular thighs that were covered in light blond hairs, and caressed his way up to clasp his arse. Kneading Draco's backside, Harry started circling his tongue around the blond's glans, alternately rimming it and dipping into his wet slit.

Draco couldn't hold back his feral growls of pleasure while Harry licked the length of his hard shaft with slow, deliberate swipes. Fisting his hands in the wizard's wild black hair, he started pumping his hips against Harry's face. When he saw the head of his penis slip between Potter's lips, his desire nearly drove him to his knees. The way the man hummed around him and began pumping the base of his cock, set up a vibration in Draco's lower half that had his eyes crossing with the need to spill himself right then and there. He nearly whimpered when Harry ceased his touch.

Stopping but for a moment, Harry pushed the blond's trousers further down his legs to gain better access. He then used one hand to fondle Draco's balls and puckered rosette, while the other worked in tandem with his mouth, sliding down as far as his throat would let him and squeezing on the way up.

Draco's fingers clenched tighter in Harry's hair and he began to thrust in earnest, Harry's mouth taking his hot length. Watching his cock slide in and out between the other wizard's soft lips with increasing speed was pushing Draco ever closer to the edge. He was so transfixed by those green eyes, that he only became aware of two barely lubricated fingers just moments before they slipped inside his arse to massage his prostate. Harry's purring hum sent him over the edge before he could ever contemplate protesting.

The storm of Draco's climax hit him hard enough that he couldn't hold back his bellow of completion. It felt like the room was tilting as he jetted his seed into Harry's waiting mouth, the other man's clever tongue extending the sensations of his orgasm, the sure fingers of a fellow Seeker guaranteeing he was milked for every last drop.

"Bloody fuck!" Draco hissed, finally slipping from Harry's lips with a soft, wet plop.

"That's just the beginning," the bespectacled wizard assured him.