(A/N: Rated M for mature content and language.

Thank you, everyone, for the follows, favorites and reviews. I didn't expect much from this, merely because I didn't spend a lot of time developing the story since it was just a short, for a theme. But yay! I'm still adjusting to short chapters, so they might stop at awkward spots/cliffhangers.

Warnings: MalexMale slash. Smut. Language.

Enjoy! :))

By the time Draco finishes his last coffee, it's getting dark out and he's getting hungry for more than just liquids and café treats. He clears his throat softly, gaining Harry's attention off his hands. "Dinner?"

"Yes," Harry immediately agrees. He stands quickly and hurriedly slips his coat on, pausing with one arm in a sleeve when he hears Draco laughing. "What? You did mean now, right?" he asks, feeling his cheeks warm. He probably shouldn't seem so eager. But he is and he's never really been able to pretend otherwise with Draco.

Draco nods, smiling at the familiar blush. Harry is still adorable with pinked cheeks. "Yes, I did mean now," he says with a chuckle and shrugs into his own coat. He rounds the table and pulls Harry into a kiss, sighing when Harry presses into him and kisses him back after only a moment's pause. He's sure he's shocked the Gryffindor but he's glad Harry didn't take too long to react.

"Oh," Harry says when Draco pulls away a little. He doesn't care he's just been kissed, quite thoroughly, in a café. He's giddy that Draco's kissed him at all! He presses his fingers to his lips, the feeling like their first kiss all over again. He can't help the shy smile this time either. "I'm glad," is all he says.

Draco nods. He's glad too. Well... ecstatic really, but 'glad' is a good start. He winds Harry's dreadful red scarf around his neck and leads him from the café.

..:|:..

"Draco!" Harry gasps, his back landing against his front door with a muffled bang. "Draco," he says again, but in a soft moan this time as Draco's lips attach to his neck as hips press against his. It's been so long since he's been handled or touched with such passion. His skin tingles and he's nearly panting. It feels wonderful but he's taken aback.

Draco pulls back, his face morphing from a look of pleasure to concern. "Harry?" he asks softly. Is he moving too fast?

"I'm OK," Harry says, pulling Draco closer. "I was just surprised," he admits, sliding a hand into Draco's hair. He sighs softly; he's missed that sensation. Ginny's hair was too long to properly slide his fingers through. Plus, she hated when he messed it up. He wiggles his fingers against Draco's scalp, smiling when Draco's eyes flutter closed and he hums, almost purrs, in contentment.

Draco leans into Harry, re-familiarizing himself with the lithe body. "Too quick?" he asks, dipping his head to nip and kiss along Harry's neck.

"A little," Harry admits. He grabs onto Draco's arm when the blonde goes to step back. "It's not you, Draco. It's just... I'm still getting over being drugged for almost 3 years. I've missed you," he says quietly, cupping Draco's face with both hands. "And it kills me that I need some time to adjust."

Draco shakes his head and places his hands over Harry's, turning his head a little to kiss Harry's palm gently. "I understand. I do," he repeats when Harry's eyes drop with shame. "I'm just... I've missed you too and I haven't stopped thinking about you since... well, since Weaslette happened."

"I'm so sorry," Harry whispers, the urge to cry almost overwhelming him for a moment. It's almost too much and he slides down the door, unaware of Draco following him down and shifting closer. "I'm sorry," he says again, squeezing his eyes shut.

Draco shifts until he's against the wall and he pulls Harry into his lap. He smiles when Harry sighs and practically melts into him. "Stop apologizing. This isn't your fault, remember?" He feels Harry nod, the motion reluctant. He sighs and runs a hand through Harry's hair, kissing his temple. "We'll take our time," he promises, rubbing a hand down Harry's back.

"Are you sure?" Harry asks, unable to pull himself away from Draco's chest and hands long enough to look up to see if Draco's being completely honest or not. He's relieved to hear the words, but he can't bear the thought of Draco being pained. He can't stand the thought of making Draco wait even longer or if the blonde decides he's not worth the effort... But even as wonderful and right as it feels to be with Draco, he can't make himself rush into where they were, either, and it's quite frustrating.

Draco nods, kissing the top of Harry's head this time. "Completely. I'm going to pester you daily of course," he says with a smile. "But we won't do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"Thank you," Harry whispers. He enjoys Draco's soothing touch and comforting presence for awhile, just soaking in his warmth. "Will you stay over?" he asks quietly.

Draco pauses for only a moment, his hand hovering over Harry's back. "Yes, of course," he answers.

"Just... just to sleep, though. OK?"

Draco nods, a smile slowly growing. "Of course," he repeats. He gently nudges Harry back, smiling sheepishly when the other man crawls off his lap. "Sorry, I really don't want to move but my arse was starting to go numb."

"Oh! Sorry!" Harry bends to help Draco up, patting him down in an effort to get the stray bits of floor debris off and blood flowing. He pauses, flushing almost violently when he realizes he's practically groping Draco's arse. "Sorry," he murmurs again, pulling his hands away.

Draco waves a hand dismissively before grabbing Harry's hand and leading him upstairs. "Which room?" he asks, looking back at Harry expectantly. Harry points to a door. He opens it and pauses. The room is furnished but very plain. He knows this isn't Harry's room and he's momentarily surprised to feel a flush of irritation go through him that's quickly squashed by a rush of understanding. Harry hasn't been in his room either...

"I know," Harry says, catching Draco's expression. He shrugs, feeling awkward. "It's one of the guest rooms. I couldn't..." he trails off. He leans into Draco's hug immediately, relieved he doesn't have to explain himself. "C'mon," he says, pulling Draco into the room. He hops onto the bed, grinning when Draco does the same. He crawls under the blankets, holding them up for Draco.

Draco sighs as he sinks into the comfortable mattress. He pulls Harry closer, happy when there is no resistance and Harry curls into his side, his head resting on his shoulder with familiarity. A whispered spell leaves them both in just their underwear. He tightens his arm around Harry when there is a soft gasp and then a quiet sigh.

"Sorry," he says, mostly meaning it. He hadn't meant to surprise Harry but he also has no intention of sleeping fully clothed either.

Harry shakes his head and settles back against Draco. "It's OK," he says, closing his eyes and just enjoying Draco's warmth. The comforting embrace. Even his smell. "'Night," he whispers.

"Good night, Harry."

..:|:..

Harry wakes up, blinking groggily, to pounding on his front door.

"Get that or I'm going to hex whoever it is to Antarctica," Draco grumbles, his face shifting to bury in the pillow.

Harry chuckles softly, eases out from the covers and rolls from the bed. He shuffles towards the front door, pulling a robe around himself. "Wha?" he mumbles, rubbing at his hair. He blinks stupidly when he suddenly gets a face full of a pissed off Ronald Weasley. "Ron?"

"Harry! You bastard! How could you kick Ginny out? With nothing?" Ron roars, stepping closer to Harry and yelling in his face. He's seething, unable to believe Harry would do such a thing to his little sister. But she had indeed arrived at his and Hermione's with nothing but what she wore and the words 'Harry broke up with me and kicked me out'. Hermione had convinced him to wait until today to confront Harry, hoping he'd calm down. He hasn't and he's this close to just punching his best mate right in the face.

Former best mate, most likely.

"Ron, it's a long story and there's more to it than that," Harry says tiredly, leaning against the doorjamb with another yawn. "What time is it anyway?"

Ron checks the Muggle watch Hermione got him for their anniversary. "Seven oh five," he says, sounding a little sheepish under the snapped reply.

"Bloody buggering hell," Harry mutters. "You stomped over here, this early, just to yell at me?" he asks incredulously. He leans in, taking a closer look at Ron. "And probably knock me out, as well, I'd imagine," he adds dryly, noting the clenched jaw and fists on the red-head.

Ron nods curtly. "Can I come in or what?" he finally asks. He's calmed, a little, and hoping he'll get Harry's side to things. Plus, he doesn't think they need to be fighting or screaming on the stoop. Hopefully, he hasn't woken up any of Harry's neighbors.

"Fine," Harry says with a sigh. He steps to the side and lets Ron in, sighing again when he closes the door. "I don't know what else to say, mate. It's kinda personal." Of course, he knows 'personal' doesn't mean much. It never really has with his best friends, especially Hermione. He counts it as a small favor the witch isn't here instead (or with Ron). Right now, he probably couldn't quite handle her nurturing drive to sort out answers and see him and Ginevra mended.

Ron sits on the nearest chair and glares up at Harry. He winces when he realizes Harry's only wearing a robe and his hair looks like Monty tried to sleep in it. "I can wait while you get dressed. And make coffee," he adds as Harry just turns towards his room without another word. He raises an eyebrow when he notices Harry heading towards one of the guest rooms.

His anger abates a little more; things must have been fucked up if Harry isn't sleeping in his room anymore. He feels a niggle of guilt, feeling like a bit of an arse for barging over and demanding answers. Especially this early. He sighs softly and rubs a hand over his face. Maybe Herm was right; this is between Harry and his sister and he should've stayed out of it.

But Ginny is his little sister. He can't let a bloke treat her like that. Not even his best mate.

He sits up when Harry comes back in a few minutes later, dressed in rumpled clothes and carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. He takes the proffered mug and blows on it as he waits for Harry to speak.

"I really don't know what to say Ron. I'm not sure if I should explain everything that happened," Harry says slowly. He holds up a hand when Ron goes to speak. "I can tell you I didn't overreact. I can tell you that Ginevra deserved what happened. And I can also tell you we're not going to see each other. Ever again."

Ron takes in the words, sipping his coffee slowly. "I still don't get it Harry. If it were any other bloke, I'd knock his teeth down his throat..." he admits with a shrug.

"And I can respect that," Harry says honestly, perching his mug on his knee. "Did Ginevra tell you what happened?"

Ron's eyebrows pinched together, noticing Harry avoided saying 'Ginny' twice now. Merlin, what happened to have him so pissed at his sister? "Not really. She just said you broke up with her and kicked her out."

"Nothing else?" Ron shook his head. "Well, isn't that sweet," he mutters sarcastically. "Look, if I tell you what happened, you have to promise to let me finish, yeah? No jumping in halfway through, no stomping off before I can finish and no yelling," he adds, hoping Ron won't wake Draco.

Ron nods slowly, his brows pinching again. This sounds serious... And as Harry explains, he can feel his face pale and his chest tighten. "Merlin," he whispers when Harry finishes. His mug is empty by now, sitting forgotten on the floor, and he's got his elbows perched on his knees. He drops his face into his hands and takes a few deep breathes. "Fuck," he says softly.

Ginny is in deep shit and there isn't anything he can do about it. He briefly considers asking Harry to keep quiet but he can't. He won't. "I'm sorry," he says thickly, feeling shame prickle through him. He should have realized something was off when Harry suddenly got back with his sister. His chest tightens again, reluctantly this time, as he thinks of Draco. The Slytherin had to have been crushed by such sudden events. They were only starting to get along when Harry got back with Ginny.

"What are you going to do?" Ron asks quietly, looking up at Harry slowly.

"He's going to tell the bloody Aurors, that's what he's going to do."

Ron jumps and gapes at the sight of a bedraggled Draco Malfoy leaning in the doorway, his ankles and arms crossed causally. He blinks as he meets the sleepy but still clear silvery grey eyes that glare at him; daring him to argue. He nods slowly.

"Draco!" Harry says, twisting around in his chair. He had jumped too when Draco suddenly spoke up. "I'm sorry, I thought you were still sleeping," he says, feeling a little sheepish.

Draco waves away Harry's words, not at all bothered. He hadn't felt left out but he's even more enraged now that he's heard more details about the whole ordeal. He doesn't ask why Harry didn't tell him all of it; he knows the noble idiot was only trying to spare his feelings. He can appreciate it, it makes him feel oddly warmed and embarrassingly gooey inside, but he's even more determined to see matters through. He enters the room and shamelessly plops himself onto Harry's lap. "Quite alright, love," he says quietly. He ignores Ron's sputtering and focuses on dragging a hand through Harry's messy hair.

"Malfoy," Ron says, surprised. "I didn't know... Uhm..." he trails off, suddenly embarrassed. He wants to be mad at Harry for moving so quickly, but after what he's heard, he can't be. If he were in Harry's shoes, he would have owled Draco first thing as well. "So, I suppose you heard all that?"

Draco nods, settling himself against Harry. "I did. And I'm not going to be swayed from my answer, Potter," he says, slowly turning his head and eyeing Harry intently. He's still probably going to have to work on convincing Harry it's the proper course of action, but from the look of his Gryffindor, it won't take him long. He nearly thanks Weasley for doing half the work.