"Oh fuck! We better get up!" Draco said, looking at the muggle alarm clock on the bedside table.
Harry chuckled, grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him back down. "Why the hell would we do that?"
He had been enjoying snuggling with Draco, waking up slowly, warm and relaxed.
"Breakfast will be over soon! And then we need to check out!" Draco said, pulling against Harry's grasp.
But Harry didn't let him up. Auror training came in handy for times like this. "We can skip breakfast here and eat out later. And we can check out a bit late. She'll just charge us a bit more."
Draco looked skeptical, so with a sigh, Harry picked up the receiver on the phone and dialled the front desk. He told one of the staff about the late check out and hung up. "There. As much time as we want."
Draco was looking in wonder at the telephone. "You use that to talk to people far away?"
Harry chuckled. "You still don't know much about muggles, do you? I'm a bit surprised you booked all this stuff this weekend in the muggle parts of London."
"Well, I had help," Draco said, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Oh really? Tell me more," Harry purred, cuddling closer.
Rolling his eyes, Draco squirmed a bit under the close scrutiny. "I was upset... after we had that fight. It felt like I was screwing everything up and I had no idea how to fix it."
Harry grinned. "OK, so what did you do?"
"Well, you know that Olivia, Mrs. Redd, she's muggle-born, right?"
Shaking his head, Harry was again impressed by how far Draco had come. From sneering at 'mudbloods' to working under one. And seeming to really like and respect her.
Draco still looked uncomfortable. "Well, she could see I wasn't myself so she invited me out for drinks with some of her friends. Muggle friends."
This story was getting better and better. Harry waved for him to continue.
"Well, it got pretty relaxed after a few drinks," Draco said, chuckling now himself. "They were complaining about their husbands and girlfriends, and I might have contributed a thing or two."
"Oh really?" Harry said, feeling a bit amused, but also irritated. It was their private business, after all.
Draco shrugged a shoulder. "I should have kept my mouth shut. Pretty much everyone was saying I'd been an asshole and no wonder you were ghosting me."
Suddenly Harry wasn't minding that Draco had been talking about them.
"By the end of the night, they were all telling me how to fix things. They suggested this place and a whole bunch of other things," Draco finished, still looking embarrassed.
Harry couldn't help but smirk at his disgruntled expression, and giving him a kiss. "Well, they got some stuff right, but a hell of a lot wrong."
"Oh really?" Draco brightened up at that. "What was wrong?"
"Look, I appreciate the time and effort you put into all of this, but I'm not really into floral patterns and scented candles. Not really into B&Bs," Harry said, throwing a pillow with an oversized daisy on to the overstuffed chair.
"What do you prefer?" Draco asked, and really seemed to want the answer.
"Um, well, maybe a rustic cabin in the woods with a big fireplace. Or a modern room in a boutique hotel. Eating out at unusual restaurants."
Draco nodded, mulling it all over. "So, I got it all wrong."
Harry hugged him. "No, no, your heart was in the right place. I really liked the idea of getting away with you for a weekend. Having lots of time together. The food tour was really fun."
"I liked the bike riding," Draco confessed.
"Yes! And I liked the river dinner thing. It looked kind of touristy at first, but I liked the meal and dancing with you," Harry said.
"I liked what happened afterwards, when we got back here," Draco said softly.
Harry nodded, moving closer. "I liked that a lot too. I think I want more of that."
"Good thing we have nowhere to rush off to," Draco said, kissing along Harry's neck.
This time, Draco was the one eventually passing the lube to Harry. He seemed to enjoy the prep just as much, and got on all fours. "Like this, OK?"
Harry was ready to agree to anything at that point. He was nervous, but excited, scared of hurting Draco. But he knew now from experience that it felt good if done right.
They took their time, Harry easing in really slowly. Eventually, he stayed mostly still, with Draco rocking back against him. He cupped his lubed hand around his cock, and soon Draco was moving faster and faster.
Draco shifted away, pushing Harry on to his back and climbing on top of him. It seemed to work best for him like this, able to control the speed and the angle. Harry loved watching him, stroking his cock, wanting to see him cum.
"Harry, Harry," Draco groaned, shaking against him, beautiful in his pleasure.
Hearing his name like that sent Harry over the edge, hips pounding up into Draco, filling him up completely.
...
They had a long bath, and then a nap. Harry woke up first, and just laid with Draco in his arms, stroking over his hair, or over his back. Feeling happy and relaxed.
Draco eventually woke up, looking sleepy. Harry kissed him softly. "Feeling OK?"
"Very much so. You?"
Harry nodded. "Very, very OK."
That made Draco smile, his eyes lighting up. "Really?"
"I don't think I've ever felt this happy," Harry said. Hoping it wasn't too much.
Draco's eyes widened. "Me neither."
Those words were just incredible to hear. Harry hugged Draco tight. "Fuck. How did we get here? How did you come to mean so much to me? How am I so lucky?"
Draco was blinking hard, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "I'm the lucky one. I've made so many bad choices in my life. I don't deserve this."
"You made good choices too, Draco. Hard choices. Like when you didn't identify me at the Manor."
Draco scoffed, looking away, rubbing a hand near his eyes to wipe away some moisture. "That wasn't a hard choice. It was a selfish one. Putting myself before my family."'
Harry blinked at him, confused.
"Selfish because I cared about you, Harry. More than I cared about my family's honour," Draco clarified.
"You cared about me that much? Back then?" Harry asked, incredulous.
Draco let out a hard sigh. "Yes. I know it was stupid. One-sided. I had been lying to myself about my feelings for you for ages. But I couldn't in that moment. Not anymore."
Harry rolled on to his back, covering his face with his hands. "I feel even worse now, for what I did at the castle. I didn't realize you had feelings like that..."
Sighing, Draco pulled Harry's hands away. "I know. And I know you are basically a good guy, never hurting people if you can prevent it. I was mad at you for a while, hurt, but I know you had to do it."
Sitting up, Harry leaned against the headboard. "So, are we in a good place now? Are there things lingering from the past we need to deal with?"
Draco moved the pillows, and sat up beside Harry. "I was hoping this weekend would prove that I'm over the past. No tying you up. Calling you Harry. All the rest."
Talking his hand, Harry gave it a squeeze. "At first, it felt so forced. So phony. This whole trip. You were being too nice. Not Draco at all."
"I'm not nice?"
Harry chuckled. "It's not the first word that pops to mind when describing you. But it applies more and more these days." He leaned in, forehead against forehead. "I love you like this, being so open and honest."
Draco froze, blinking at Harry. "Um, did you just say you love me."
That had Harry freezing, quickly reviewing what he had just said. "Um, well, I mostly meant I love it when you are open and honest with me, but in the bigger view of things, um, ... yeah... Yes. I do love you, Draco Malfoy."
It started out fumbling, but ended strong. Harry looked Draco in the eye and meant it.
He was tackled a moment later, Draco getting him flat in his back and kissing him until he was almost passing out from lack of breath. "I love you too, you idiot." Draco said, pinning Harry down and grinning at him widely, before kissing him senseless again.
It was a while later Harry was lying beside him, a goofy smile on his face. "So, when you say you cared about me for ages, did it start in the robe maker's shop? The first day we met?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "No." He tried to look irritated, but Harry could see the corner of his mouth twitching, trying not to laugh.
"On that first train to Hogwarts?" Harry pressed on, grinning.
"No."
"The first time I flew on a broom?"
Draco sighed. "I'll tell you on our tenth wedding anniversary, OK? If we both live long enough to see that day."
That shut Harry up for a while. "Tenth anniversary? How about the tenth anniversary of the day we met instead? My 21st birthday?" That was less than three years away.
"Maybe. Or maybe it could be on our first wedding anniversary." Draco haggled back, that corner of his lips definitely curling upwards despite his mock stern expression.
"That means we get married on my 20th birthday. That's still a year and a half away."
"Your 19th birthday then."
"That's not until the end of July."
"How about June 5th?"
"Why June 5th?"
"It's your fiancé's birthday?" Draco replied, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh."
"How about March 15?"
"Why that date?" Harry lowered his brows, trying to think what had happened then.
"The day you came to the Manor," Draco eventually supplied.
"The day you kidnapped me," Harry corrected, and leaned in for a light kiss.
"We could say our vows and I could kidnap you again."
"To that drafty old castle?"
"Would we be here, together, if it wasn't for that time together at that drafty old castle?" Draco said, waving a hand in the air for emphasis.
"Good point. OK. March 15th," Harry conceded, a happy glow spreading through him. This was mostly just playful banter, but the fact that Draco was talking about marriage so easily was making his head spin.
"For the official engagement. And married a year later," Draco said with a decisive nod.
"What?" Harry's eyes widened, and his breath catching a bit at that. Wasn't that a step backwards?
Draco gathered Harry in a tight hug. "We are both new to relationships, and despite all that's happened to us, still young in many ways. You are too important to me to rush into something like marriage. It's a life long commitment to me, Harry."
It took a few long kisses to settle Harry back down. "Fine. But you'll tell me when you first started caring about me on the day we get engaged?"
"If you live with me as of that day," Draco haggled back.
"If you move into Grimmald Place," Harry counter offered, upping the ante.
Draco sighed. "If we spend all our free time before then fixing the place up."
"There's lots of room for you to have your own potions lab," Harry said back. He had been half joking by suggesting Draco move into the house, but Draco agreeing to it sent an excited thrill through him. Accompanied by dozens of images of how it could be.
"And grow ingredients in the garden," Draco said. Obviously ideas were zipping through him as well.
"Along with vegetables and herbs for the kitchen," Harry added, able to picture them working outside together, shovelling soil.
"But we'll keep the jail cells," Draco murmured, kissing Harry's neck and nuzzling closer.
Harry tipped his chin up, loving the caresses. "They might need some work. Add some other implements to play with."
"I'm liking the idea of that house more and more..." Draco said, giving Harry's skin a playful nip as his hands moved over his bare chest.
...
-A/N: The end!
-Thanks for reading 'Captivate' and this sequel. I have had a harder time writing due to the pandemic, so really appreciate your support.