Draco walked down the hallway with Harry in tow, Snape just ahead of them.
"Stairs," Draco whispered to Harry as they approached the top of the staircase.
Harry smiled gratefully. He was pleased that the blond had remembered his instructions from their day out.
The three ascended the stairs and approached the front desk. The office door was still closed so Draco cheerfully tapped on the desk bell a few times to gain Benton's attention.
Harry shuffled his feet nervously beside him, not looking forward to the Inn Keeper's reaction to his new found freedom.
Benton opened the office door, his welcoming smile freezing on his face upon seeing the group waiting for him.
"What is going on here?" he asked, eyes narrowing at Draco and Harry's clasped hands.
"Surprise!" Draco held up his left wrist, the gold and silver Grevillea bracelet still in place with a hazy yellow glow surrounding it.
Benton merely gaped at the pair, his gaze flicking momentarily to Harry's matching bracelet. He soon remembered himself and turned burning eyes to professor Snape.
"You let them-"
Severus cut him off mid-stream with a raise of his hand. "I did not 'let' them do anything. They are both consenting adults."
The two solicitors had since emerged from the office and were staring at Draco's bracelet.
"I don't believe it," Benton said, glaring.
One of the solicitors withdrew Harry's contract from his leather pouch and glanced at the bottom of the yellowed scroll.
"Look," he said to Benton, eyes widening.
Benton grabbed the parchment out of his hand and, sure enough, Harry's magical signature at the bottom had been erased. In its place was 'GA' written in shining green ink with a vine twisted through it.
"You!" Benton raised furious dark eyes to Harry.
Draco put himself slightly in front of Harry, withdrawing his wand as he did so.
"There's nothing you can do so I urge you to allow us to leave peacefully. I would be under all rights to hex you should you threaten Harry's safety."
Harry held his breath, waiting for the old man to explode.
Benton's face turned beet red but he remained silent.
"Good," Draco said approvingly, lowering his wand. "Now, I do believe you are in possession of Harry's wand, so if you'll be so kind as to hand it over then we'll be on our way."
Benton glared and snapped his fingers at the two solicitors.
The one with the leather pouch immediately withdrew a purple velvet wand box from within and handed it over.
Draco passed it to Harry, gently pushing the soft box into his left hand. Harry grasped onto it gratefully.
Draco turned and led Harry to the front doors without another word to Benton or the solicitors.
Snape spared the three men one last cold look before following.
Harry held his breath until they were outside in the swirling snow, waiting for something to go wrong.
Draco quickly draped his heavy woolen cloak around Harry to ward off the cold.
"We'll have to order some new clothes for you," he said, clicking the metal clasp into place.
Harry's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he nodded. He wanted to refuse but knew he couldn't go about the wizarding world in only a thin black robe and boxer shorts.
Snape cleared his throat purposefully. "I believe I'll be going now Draco."
The Slytherin turned towards him. "Thanks for all your help Sev," he said sincerely.
Severus nodded, glancing at Harry.
"And he's gone," Draco chuckled as Snape apparated away without a word of goodbye. "Typical."
"Where to now?" Harry asked, eager to get out of Knockturn Alley.
"Home," Draco smiled mysteriously.
"Home?"
"I've got a flat all lined up for you," he explained. "Hold on, I'll apparate us there."
Harry nodded and tightened his grip on Draco's hand.
With a soft pop they disappeared from Knockturn Alley.
Draco apparated them to just outside the door of Harry's new flat. It was a fairly new building with only two floors and a lift.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, stumbling a little.
"Number nine, Cherry Lane, Godric's Hollow."
"Godric's Hollow?" Harry repeated in surprise.
"It turned out to be the best place for you to live and go unnoticed. People seem to mind their own business here," Draco explained. "If it bothers you we can go somewhere else..."
Harry shook his head. "No it's fine. Thanks."
Draco smiled and pushed open the door.
"Now, I apparated us straight to the door so that you wouldn't have to worry about learning the outside streets just yet. I thought we could just start with the actual flat itself."
Harry couldn't help but smile at Draco's thoughtfulness - the blond was indeed a different person to the brat he was at school.
"Where would you like to start?" Draco asked.
"Er... is there any furniture here yet?"
"Yes, you're completely kitted out Potter." Draco surveyed his handiwork with pride. The furniture was not his usual opulent style, but more rustic and homey, with lots of natural wood. He had ordered his house elves to pick up the furniture for him and move it into the flat while he was out buying potion ingredients for the Grevillea. He thought it suited Harry perfectly.
"I'm going to pay you back," Harry said firmly.
Draco shrugged. "If you must."
"I must." Harry nodded. "How about we start with the entrance hall to the kitchen?"
"Okay... what do you need me to do?"
"Erm... I need to count my steps from the front door, so if you could just lead me..."
"Of course." Draco gladly took up Harry's warm hand once more and slowly led him up the hall to the large bright kitchen on the left.
He could hear Harry counting steps under his breath beside him. The dark-haired Gryffindor had obviously done this before and he so desperately wanted to ask him about his life before Borgin and Burkes, but today was not the day, and Draco tried to reign in his curiosity.
Draco slowly took him on a tour of the entire flat; into the kitchen, the large lounge room, down the hall to the two bedrooms, and into the single bathroom. He let Harry touch all the furniture and decorations, mapping it in his mind.
Then they did it again. And again.
Draco finally collapsed onto the sofa in the lounge as Harry then made a solo trip through the flat.
He watched with palpable affection as Harry wandered through the room, counting under his breath, and reaching out for things he knew were close by.
Draco chewed his lip as he considered which clothing shop to get Harry's new wardrobe from. It was a challenge he was looking forward to - dressing famous Harry Potter.
He smiled to himself picturing Harry in all sorts of trendy casual outfits. His imagination took a turn as he pictured Harry in tighter clothes, or hardly any clothes at all...
Draco shifted uncomfortably on the lounge. This was probably not the time to proposition Harry for a shag session.
A thump followed by a loud curse had Draco jumping up and running into the bedroom.
Harry was sitting on the edge of the four poster bed clutching his foot in his hands, a grimace of pain on his face.
Draco stopped in the doorway. "You alright?"
"Yeah..." Harry exhaled, dropping his injured foot. "Stubbed my toe on the bed."
Harry flopped back onto the bed, facing up towards the ceiling. "I'm exhausted..."
Draco's breath hitched, his gaze traveling to the exposed skin of Harry's well-formed chest as the black robe he was wearing fell open.
"Well, if you're alright... Uh... I think I'll get in your pants."
"What?" Harry sat up on his elbows with a frown.
"GET you some pants! You know, clothes... in general," Draco hastily corrected.
"Oh okay." Harry flopped back onto the mattress with a tired sigh. "I think I'll have a nap."
Draco's eyes widened as Harry began to remove his robe.
"See ya!" Draco bolted from the room and made for the front door.
He stepped outside the door, took a steadying breath, and immediately apparated to Diagon Alley.
After a few calming hours of shopping in both Diagon Alley, as well as muggle London, Draco returned to Harry's flat, arms loaded with packages.
He knocked at the door then entered. It was quiet inside as he tiptoed down the hall to Harry's bedroom.
Draco paused in the doorway, smiling at the sight of Harry huddled under the blankets, a peaceful expression on his sleeping face.
As quietly as he could, Draco went about organizing Harry's vast new wardrobe, hanging everything in colour-coded order and size - not that Harry would see the colours...
Draco paused, fingers absently stroking the soft cashmere jumper in his hands, as he sadly wondered how Harry would dress himself properly without being able to see.
"Draco...?"
The blond turned at the quiet voice. "Yeah it's me. I've got your clothes."
Harry smiled, eyes still a bit droopy with sleep. "Did you have fun?"
Draco smirked. "Of course."
Harry chuckled and sat up, the blankets falling down to uncover the smooth expanse of his chest.
Draco swallowed, thankful that Harry couldn't see him ogling his body. What was the matter with him?
"Did you buy any pajamas?" Harry asked, slipping out of the large bed and padding over to Draco in nothing but his old black shorts.
Draco took a step back as Harry tentatively reached out for the wardrobe, trying to find his bearings.
Harry grinned in triumph as his hand succesfully closed around the wooden door.
Draco smiled in response and quickly lifted the green silk pajamas from the rack and held them out, allowing the smooth material to brush against Harry's arm.
Harry raised his brows as he fingered the cool material. "What are you dressing me in Malfoy?" he asked in amusement.
"Dark green silk," Draco informed him matter-of-factly, leaving out the part about the shade perfectly matching his emerald eyes.
"Feels nice," Harry said softly, still fingering the silky top.
"Do you want to put them on?" Draco asked, hoping that he sounded nonchalant and not like some pervy Slytherin.
"I think I'd better have a shower first," Harry said, causing all sorts of lovely images to float through Draco's mind. "Erm... did you by any chance get me some under... garments?"
Draco snorted. "Sorry," he apologized upon seeing Harry's flushed cheeks. "Yes, I bought you some under garments. Hope you like leopard print and lace."
Harry snatched the silk pajamas from Draco's grasp. "As a matter of fact I do," he smirked, turning to leave the room.
Draco laughed and opened one of the shopping bags at his feet. He lifted out one pair of simple black shorts. He eyed them approvingly, knowing they would fit the Gryffindor quite snugly.
"Hey Harry..." he walked out the door and headed for the bathroom. "You forgot your undergarments," he called through the closed door.
He heard a snort of laughter from within before Harry answered, "just bring them in Malfoy."
Draco heard the water being turned on and waited a minute before entering, allowing enough time for Harry to get into the shower.
He pushed open the door and gulped. Harry was still standing beside the shower in his boxers, adjusting the water temperature.
Harry straightened up and turned towards the door. "Thanks," he said reaching out for the briefs in Draco's hand.
Draco handed them over, their fingers brushing. The fleeting touch sent a spark straight through him.
Harry seemed to feel it too as he paused unexpectantly.
Draco took a step closer.
"Do you need anything else?" Draco asked huskily.
Harry licked his lips and Draco saw something like desire flash through those green eyes.
That was all the sign he needed.
Draco closed the remaining distance between them and pressed his lips to Harry's.
Harry jumped in surprise then closed his eyes, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, pulling their bodies closer together.
Draco moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and stroking Harry's tongue with his own. There was a burning in his veins as the passion seemed to build instantaneously.
He broke off the kiss with a gasp and bent his head to kiss his way down Harry's long pale neck, eliciting a delicious moan from the brunette as Harry bent his head back, eyes still closed in pleasure.
Draco worked his way back up, tasting every delicious curve of pale skin, then pressed his hungry lips back to Harry's full soft mouth.
The shower continued to run unnoticed in the background, slowly filling the small room with steam.
Harry slid his hands up under Draco's shirt and ran them over the smooth skin of his back, his tongue all the while battling Draco's hungrily.
Draco slid his hands down under Harry's shorts and brought their groins suddenly up against each other.
The two boys groaned into the kiss at the wonderfully erotic sensation. They were both fully hard and straining at their clothes.
Draco moaned loudly and gave Harry's lower lip a gentle tug with his teeth when Harry thrust suddenly against him.
Draco pulled back and pushed Harry's shorts to the floor. The blond then dropped to his knees and took Harry in his mouth.
Harry nearly screamed in pleasure, throwing his head back in ecstasy and gripping the hard porcelain basin behind him to keep his knees from collapsing.
Draco licked and sucked and teased, the wonderfully musky smell of Harry filling his nostrils. The little moans and gasps coming from his companion making his own erection throb painfully in his pants.
Harry bit his lip as Draco began to use one hand to stroke him at the same time as his hot mouth continued to work wonders.
Draco reached down with his free hand to rub his neglected erection through the thick cloth of his trousers.
Harry's moaning was escalating and all too soon he was crying out and Draco felt the warm rush of liquid fill his mouth. Draco moaned, his mouth still full, as he came against his own hand.
Harry collapsed to the floor, panting. After a minute he stirred and lifted his head.
"Would you like me to return the favour?" he asked a little breathlessly.
"Uh...that's not necessary," Draco said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"What? Why?" Harry frowned, looking hurt.
"Because you're too late," Draco smiled, feeling pleasantly sated. "It seems giving you a blow job is a pretty big turn-on for me."
"Oh..." Harry held in a laugh, his eyes twinkling.
"Yeah yeah..." Draco stood and helped Harry to his feet. "Now how about that shower?"
"Will you be joining me Malfoy?" Harry asked coyly.
Harry's expression and tone of voice reminded Draco strongly of how he acted at Borgin and Burkes, and he suddenly worried that Harry had only reciprocated as some sort of form of gratitude for his help.
"That was okay, wasn't it? You wanted it, right?" Draco had to ask.
"Believe me I wanted it." Harry cocked his head to one side. "I've never felt so..."
"Horny?" Draco supplied.
Harry grinned. "Yeah."
"Me too actually," Draco admitted. "I wonder if it had something to do with the Grevillea?"
Harry shrugged. "Maybe. It did feel abnormally strong..."
Draco nodded thoughtfully.
Harry suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Erm... that was the first time that someone has...done that for me."
It took a moment for Draco to understand what Harry was talking about.
"You've never had a blow job before?" he exclaimed incredulously.
Harry shook his head. "I... I was... Um, ready for that shower?"
Draco opened his mouth then promptly shut it at Harry's obvious subject change.
"Definitely."
Draco removed his clothes as Harry jumped into the hot shower.
The blond stepped in behind him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, his skin warm and slick with water. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of Harry's neck.
"Has anyone ever washed your hair for you?" Draco purred into his ear.
Harry shivered and shook his head.
Draco smirked. "Well it's about time they did."
Harry smiled and leaned back against Draco's strong chest, closing his eyes in contentment.