Harry sighed as he entered the tent. He had not meant to upset Malfoy, how was he supposed to know the locket belonged to his mother? Harry went into the makeshift kitchen and set a kettle of water to boil and then sat and waited. He contemplated whether or not to ask Malfoy if he wanted a cup or if he should just make the cup of tea since he already knew how he liked it. The kettle whistled and out went the flames. He poured his cup of tea and after thinking it over once more he made Malfoy a cup. Three sugars, no cream he thought as he got another tea bag.

Malfoy was sitting down right outside the tent, he was watching the stars. The sight was a bit unexpected and Harry walked over to him and sat down, making sure to leave a good enough distance between them. Harry held out the cup of tea and after staring at it for a while Malfoy took it. Harry sipped his tea and was relieved when Malfoy finally put the cup to his lips. They sat there in silence for a while and Harry was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.

"You know how I like my tea," Draco stated before taking another sip.

"Yeah," Harry said, finishing his cup.

"Why?"

"You... told me."

"Did I...?" Draco said and Harry sighed.

"I knew it..." he mumbled, "You forgot didn't you? "

"Forgot what?"

"I mean we were bloody pissed, it's a wonder I remember anything." Harry continued.

"Potter, as entertaining as it is to hear you ramble like fool, what are you talking about?" Draco asked staring at him.

"Last Christmas, the party down by Raving Rascals..." Harry started, hoping he would not have to finish.

"Merlin, was it your apartment I woke up in?" Malfoy looked conflicted at the revelation.

"Well, yeah. I was in the shower and when I came back you we-"

"Did we shag?" Draco asked. Harry blushed and looked away. "And I can't bloody remember it..."

"Maybe we should go inside now..." Harry said as he got up. He went to the kitchen and started washing his cup. Malfoy followed him inside and surprisingly started washing his own once Harry had finished with the sponge.

"Want to have another go at it?" Malfoy said as Harry finished drying his cup.

"Malfoy..." Harry exhaled slowly to calm himself down, "Are you propositioning me?"

"Yes." he replied as he rinsed his cup.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Harry mumbled.

"I'll be there in the morning. Promise." Malfoy said as he put his cup down and looked at Harry. Part of him expected the man to just kiss him so he would not have to deal with the internal conflict, but no such luck.

"That's hard to believe," Harry said, glancing at those rosy lips.

"Contrary to popular belief Potter, I don't hate you." Harry thought he saw Malfoy flush but it was hard to be sure.

"Malfoy," Harry could not take it anymore, Malfoy was offering himself up to him and he would be a fool to turn down the offer. "I get to top this time," Harry said before walking to his room.

"Fine by me," Malfoy said as he followed.

When they reached Harry's room Malfoy wasted no time. He claimed Harry's lips the moment he turned to face him and backed him up against the wall. The kiss was slow and molten hot, Malfoy pressed himself firmly against Harry and after a long snog he pulled away and smiled down at Harry. The two quickly undressed and Draco lay on the bed as Harry went to fetch the lube.

"Potter, hurry up or I'll start without you."

Harry moaned as Malfoy rode him, rolling his hips slowly and steadily picking up speed. His hands were on either side of Harry's head and his hair fell in front of his face, soft pants escaping his lips. Harry held on to Malfoys hips and panted as he watched the other man grinding above him, his fluid movements becoming harder, faster, more desperate. Harry slid his hand between them and wrapped his fingers around Malfoys length, eliciting a groan from the man and something that sounded vaguely like "Harry". Harry stroked a few times and soon Malfoy was bucking wildly. Harry sat up and wrapped an arm around Malfoy's waist, the man grunted as his release came, coating them both with his fluids as he spasmed around Harry, who was close now.
"Ungh... Harry." Malfoy panted. Harry leaned forward, laying Malfoy on his back and began pounding away as Malfoy was still recovering from his orgasm. With groan Harry came, filling Malfoy with his warmth.

"Dr- Draco... ah." he thrust a few more times before lying atop the man in a tired heap. He panted, catching his breath then raised himself up enough to look Draco in the eyes. He kissed him long and slow before pulling out and rolling off of him.