Later that night, Draco lay on his luxurious mattress thinking over what had happened that day. He had thought that he would be spending the remainder of his time in Napoli, alone and at the broken down hotel. He never expected to find Harry here, of all places, though he wasn't sorry that he had run into him. Draco shifted his weight and turned onto his side, watching the moon as it rose in the night sky.

Draco wondered why Harry had left the wizarding world so quickly as he had meant to ask him over dinner but never got the chance. Could it possibly be due to the fact that Harry was as sick of all the attention as Draco himself was? And where were Ron and Hermione? Not that he wanted them to intrude on his visit, but it was a logical question to ask, as the two trailed on Harry's heels every waking moment.

He let his thoughts wander to something else for a while, and soon his eyes became heavy with sleep, plunging him into dreamless state.

Draco awoke the next morning to the sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs outside his balcony window. He rubbed his eyes in a childlike manner as the smell of breakfast found his nose. His stomach gave an impatient growl as he slipped from in between the covers. Hastily throwing on a shirt, clumsily doing up the buttons as he stumbled towards the door, following his nose.

Harry stood in the kitchen over a pan of eggs and sausages. There was fresh orange juice sitting on the table in a large, clear pitcher and a pot of coffee on the counter. Draco licked his lips as he found the coffee pot, hoping that it was extra strong.

"The cups are in the cupboard right over there." Harry pointed absent- mindedly towards the fridge.

"Thanks, and by the way – shouldn't you be wearing a frilly pink apron if you're going to play housewife?"

"Just a pink apron?" Harry turned around smirking.

"Shut up." Draco replied not being able to think of anything else, as he was currently entranced with the cup of coffee he held in his hands.

"You missed a button... or two, and... is it inside out?" Harry inquired as he gestured to Draco's shirt with the spatula.

"Wha?" Draco looked down holding his coffee mug in the air. "Oh shit..."

"Want some help?"

"With what?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "That." He gestured at Draco's shirt again with the spatula.

"I think I can manage." Draco set down his coffee cup and wrestled with the buttons on his shirt, "How did I get this done up in the first place anyway?" pulling at the material violently with both hands, making sounds of distress in the process. In the end, he let his arms fall in defeat, looking thoroughly rumpled.

"You sure you don't need help?"

Not having the heart, or energy, to glare at the raven-haired man, Draco pursed his lip and muttered, "I hate mornings..."

Harry set down the spatula and grinned as he walked towards Draco. He began to undo the buttons on the slightly smaller man's shirt carefully; Draco felt his stomach drop as Harry's fingers brushed over his abdomen. Harry looked up and smiled pulling the shirt off of Draco's body, turning it right side out. Draco crossed his arms over his chest protectively as he was now half naked in the house of Harry Potter. He was more than slightly uncomfortable with this.

Harry shook the shirt and held it out, "Turn around so I can put it on you."

"Put what on me?"

"Your shirt?"

"Oh... right." Draco turned around almost mechanically and slipped his arms through the sleeves of the shirt, once again feeling the warm fingers on his cool skin. Shivering, Draco twisted back around, only to find that he was within mere inches of Harry. Swallowing, Draco took a step back and mumbled, "Thanks."

"My pleasure." Harry answered. "Hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good, because I made tons of food."

The boys sat down at the table, their plates full, and Draco found himself licking his lips again. The food looked delicious, and within minutes he had devoured most of it.

"So... Draco." Harry propped his arm on the table holding his fork, "Do you want a tour of the city?"

"Do we have to go back to that horrendously dusty marketplace again?"

"No, I think you saw enough of that yesterday. But if you'd like I'll show you a few monuments or privately owned stores?"

"No dust?"

"No dust." Harry repeated.

"Excellent. I accept." Draco poked at his sausages and asked, "Will you be buying me anything?"

"Buying you anything? I paid for dinner last night, let you stay in my house, and cooked you breakfast... You can buy your own things."

Draco rolled his eyes and took a bite of his sausage. "Well... I'm about finished. I'm going to go get dressed."

"So does that mean I'll have time to do the dishes, shower, and get dressed and water the plants before you're ready?"

Draco glared at him. "Perhaps. But you'll have to be a good boy." He winked and disappeared around the corner.

Indeed Harry did have time to wash the dishes, shower and get dressed – though he refrained from watering the plants, he had just done that the day before. He sat waiting on the couch tapping his foot flipping through a magazine when he heard Draco enter the room and cough. Harry looked up.

"Whatever look you were going for... you missed." Draco said.

"Eh?"

"Excellent answer. Lets go get you changed. If I'm going to be seen with you in public – I won't have you dressed like that."

Harry looked down at his gray slacks, and long sleeved red shirt, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"If you have to ask that question, you should know that you're not dressed properly." Draco replied, now pulling on Harry's arm to get him to follow him back down the hallway towards Harry's room.

"Wait! I... What are you doing?" came the feeble protest.

"Dressing you. Where's your closet?" Draco stood in the middle of Harry's rather large bedroom.

"Over there... but why are you dressing me?"

"Because you look bad. Clearly you don't know the first rule of fashion – you should never mix gray and red together."

Harry rolled his eyes as Draco opened his closet.

"Well at least you have some taste..." Draco flipped through the various articles of clothing, eventually pulling out a pair of faded blue jeans and a collard white shirt. "Here, put these on."

"Right now? Right here?"

Draco gave an exasperated sigh, "You saw me half naked, and it's time for me to see you half naked. It's only fair."

Harry considered him for a moment before complying, shyly pulling off his shirt to reveal a very well sculpted tanned torso. "I'm not taking my pants off infront of you."

"I never asked you to." Draco handed him the white shirt, trying to avoid looking at Harry's body.

Harry turned around feeling suddenly embarrassed. Draco watched the muscles under his skin tense as he held the shirt up to shake it, noticing the crisscrossing scars on his back. Draco stepped forward placing his fingers gently to the scars.

"Where did you get these?"

Lowering his head somewhat, Harry replied as he put a hand to the small of his back where the network of scars started, "I had an accident, and had some surgery done."

Draco frowned "Does it have anything to do with the war?" he asked, continuing to run his fingers over the white marks.

Harry turned suddenly, catching Draco's hand in his own, "I'd rather not talk about it. Okay?"

"Okay... then finish changing and we'll get out of here."

"Yeah, alright." Harry let go of Draco's hand and shrugged his shirt on. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, sliding his pants down his legs. He stepped out of his slacks and reached for the replacement pair in Draco's arms.

"I though you weren't going to take your pants off infront of me." Draco blushed slightly as Harry slipped on the jeans, still leaving the zipper and button undone as he reached for the belt still attached to the other slacks.

As he quickly worked the belt out of the loops he spoke while still looking down. "I don't have anything you haven't seen before." He threaded the belt into the loops on his jeans and looked up at Draco. "You're blushing."

"Am not."

Harry reached up and softly brushed the hair out of Draco's eyes. "Yes you are."

"If I'm blushing it's your fault."

"Mhm." Harry said as he tucked the tongue of his belt into a loop. "Let's go."

It was past noon and both of the men were laden with packages and bags, thoroughly enjoying each other's company. Draco had bought himself two new shirts, a pair of pants (though what kind of material they were made from Draco did not tell Harry), and a few books. Harry on the other hand, had purchased a couple of cd's, and a shirt that Draco had insisted he buy. It was deep green in color and made of a soft smooth material that Harry claimed he loved.

Harry had managed to drag Draco to a small jewelry shop, where the blond man was promptly told to wait outside. Of course Draco had protested about how Harry was ordering him around, but secretly loved the attention that Harry was lavishing on him. Even if he wasn't allowed into the shop with Harry, who returned approximately fifteen minutes later with a huge grin on his face.

"Something for a girlfriend?"

"No." Harry began to walk in the direction of a family run deli. "Definitely not a girlfriend."

"Then who is it for?"

"Nevermind."

Draco's mood fell slightly as they entered the Deli. "Oh I see."

Lunch passed with the usual lude comments and laughter, ending with the pair having a fit as a woman walked by resembling the nurse that had 'looked after' them during their brief stay at the hospital two years ago. They spent the rest of the day sight seeing, going to places such as the Palazzo Reale, Monte di Pieta, and Sanfrancesco di Paola. Draco was amazed at the natural beauty that surrounded him. Day had given away to night, and the exhausted pair trudged their way back to Harry's home.

Draco had decided to take a shower to rid himself of that days filth. He found the warm water comforting on his tired muscles, as he stood motionless while the water washed over his body. When he was finished he couldn't help but rummage through Harry's medicine cabinet. What he found had taken Draco completely by surprise – he had found a large stash of condoms. Draco picked up one of the condoms and read it aloud, "Ribbed for Her Pleasure?" He scoffed and picked up another one, "Extra Large...?" Draco raised his eyebrows and shook his head. He smirked as he placed the condoms back into the cabinet. Picking up a comb, he began to meticulously brush his almost white hair.

Draco opened the bathroom door to be greeted by Harry.

"I really need to pee..."

"Well... thank-you for informing me of your condition." Draco stepped aside and allowed Harry to pass. "Have you no shame?" Draco crossed his arms as Harry undid his pants.

"If you don't want to see then close the door." He spoke over his shoulder. Draco rolled his eyes and walked in the direction of his room. He threw his towel into the hamper and walked towards his bed, much to his surprise he found a small black box sitting on his stark white pillow. "What the hell...?" Picking up the box, Draco sat down on the side of the bed, crossing his legs. He opened the small box and raised his eyebrows. Inside it laid a silver ring, a crown on top of a heart held by two hands. Draco looked to the pillow and picked up a small piece of paper. "Draco, Take this ring as an acceptance of friendship. I'm sorry for not telling you where I went, or what I was doing after the war. You didn't deserve it.

-Harry." Draco set the note aside, and took the small ring out of the box. He looked closely at it, and was pleased to discover that it was indeed white gold. He slipped it onto his right hand, heart facing out. Draco picked up the small note, and after reading it once more, folded it up placing it inside the black velvet ring box. He set the box on his bedside table and walked towards his shopping bags. Pulling out the shirts and his pants, Draco removed the tags and set them down beside the hamper, smiling slightly when he caught sight of the ring once more.

Shaking his head, Draco made his way out into the hallway towards the living room, where he saw Harry slouched on the couch with a drink in his hand. Coming up beside him the blond boy snatched the glass out of Harry's hand, grinned at the affronted look on the other boys face, and then downed the rest of the liquid in one shot. It was scotch. It burned worse than firewhiskey.

Draco coughed, "Umm... that was, umm... interesting to say the least." Then added as an afterthought, "I'm bored. Let's go for a walk." Harry blinked at him owlishly, "You drank my scotch. I wanted that you know."

"I can see your point, but I still want to go for a walk. Get your jacket." Draco answered smiling innocently. "Before I reach a hundred!"

"Ahh... yeah." Harry stood and followed Draco, grabbing his coat and keys as he spared one last look at his empty glass.

The two stood outside Harry's house as Draco turned, placing his hands on his hips. "I want to see the sea. Show me the sea."

Harry turned to his left glancing to the sea. He looked back at Draco with a dumbfounded expression on his face as he pointed, "It's... right there."

Rolling his eyes, Draco breathed angrily as he flicked Harry's forehead. "Closer."

"Oww..."

"Oh Princess, I cry a tear for you. Now show me the sea."

"Princess...? Pffht. Am no Princess."

Draco crossed his arms and stared at Harry unblinkingly, "Harry..." he whined, trying to put as much emotion into the word so Harry would cave.

There was a moment where the two boy's looked at each other, broken only when Harry sighed and said, "Baby."

"I am not a baby. Now take me to the sea."

"Yeah, Yeah," Harry led the way to a rickety stairway that looked as if it was going to fall at any moment. "Calm your jets, I'll take the baby to his ocean. Don't get your diapers in a twist."

Draco huffed incredulously, "I do not wear diapers."

Harry eyed him with mischief, "What do you wear then?"

Coughing, Draco put his hands on his slender hips, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"It is briefs?"

"No."

"Boxers then?"

"No!"

"Umm... boxers-briefs?"

"No! For Merlin's sake Potter!"

"Ahhh... bikini's then?"

"POTTER!"

"HAH! Bikini's it is then. Kinky little Malfoy."

Draco smacked Harry upside the head and replied, "Git. Now help me down these stairs or you will never live to see what kind of underwear I have on."

Harry laughed as he reached out a hand for Draco to take. Just as Draco took another step, the rotted wood underneath his foot gave way; causing him to squeal, fall forward and into Harry's arms. Draco's arms found their place around Harry's neck as the taller boy held Draco around the waist.

Harry's hands roamed down Draco's lower back until they found his rear. "Mmm... kinky little Malfoy indeed." He smiled as Draco's cheeks took on a pink tinge, "They ARE briefs! Quite low though aren't they?"

Draco leaned forward slightly, whispering close to Harry, allowing his lips to slightly brush past Harry's ear. "You're right about that." He steadied himself once again letting his feet touch the ground. Running his pale finger along Harry's jaw line he spoke again, "Bet you can't guess what color they are." Then he promptly walked past Harry towards the sea, kicking his shoes off as he went.

Gazing out over the crystal blue waters, Draco watched as the sun slowly sank into the horizon, casting a warm reddish gold light over everything. The sky was devoid of all clouds, except for a small patch of dark gray mist in the distance that promised a heavy storm. Despite the fact that it had been a blistering hot day, the dry sand was cool to the touch as Draco sank his toes further into the sand and wiggled them about. Harry came to a halt beside him, Draco's forgotten shoes in his grasp.

"Your shoes."

"Obviously." Draco smiled as he took the shoes from Harry. "Let's walk."

Harry saluted Draco and replied, "Aye, aye!! Mon Capiton!"

Draco gave him his best 'you're-an-idiot stare. "Just enjoy the moment and stop making an ass of yourself."

As the boys walked down the beach, Draco kicked at the water as it lapped up against his toes enjoying the slight warmness as it touched his feet. Walking in silence, the boy's hands brushed against each other's now and then, sending delightful shivers up both of their arms. Draco smiled privately to himself as he twined his fingers with Harry's, enjoying the small gasp of surprise from the man beside him. Neither man knew what to say, nor how to say it if they did, though both realized after a moment that they didn't need to say anything. The silence and the simple joining of their hands spoke volumes.

As Draco enjoyed the minute of affection, a sudden clap of thunder followed by a bright flash of lightning caused Draco to look up at the now black sky. The clouds had advanced quickly during those minutes, and Draco suddenly felt a rain drop on his pale cheek.

He felt a hand slip under his chin as his head was brought back down. Silver eyes met with emerald.

"We should find shelter." Harry spoke.

"Where?"

Harry did not answer, but pulled Draco along behind him and around a bend in the cliff face, just as the sky opened up and the pouring rain descended on them. Draco squinted through the downpour and saw that Harry was leading him to a small cave. A cave whose entrance was covered in green vines littered with purple and white flowers.

Laughing, Harry leaned against the cave wall running his hand through his hair, "You look adorable standing there all wet." He commented as he watched Draco attempted to shake the water from his shirtsleeves.

"I feel more like a drown rat than adorable Harry."

"Can't it be an adorable drown rat?"

Draco mock glared, "Git." Then added as he leaned in closer to Harry, pressing himself against the taller man's chest, "Handsome, wet, git..."

Harry smiled as he ran his hand up Draco's hip towards his lower back, pulling Draco closer to himself. His other hand found Draco's and twined them together. Draco ran his hand along Harry's arm, rested it slightly on his shoulder before gracefully reaching up and brushing the hair away from Harry's eyes. His thumb lightly brushed over the faded lighting bolt scar on his forehead, then down along Harry's jaw line. He paused slightly as he ran his thumb over Harry's slightly parted lips, sending a jolt of energy through Harry's body at the feather light touch. Draco lightly took a hold of Harry's chin, pulling it down slightly.

"You have beautiful eyes." Harry whispered. "Did you know that?"

Draco's heart clenched as he felt Harry's breath on his face. Draco smiled slightly, strengthening his legs as he closed his eyes leaning forward until their noses touched, their lips mere millimeters away from eachother.

Suddenly a clap of thunder sounded, causing a few flowers to shake loose from the vines and float towards the pair of wizards. Draco yelped, jumped and his head collided with Harry's nose.

"Owww!"

Draco gasped, placing his hand to Harry's cheek. "Oh no! I'm so sorry Harry!" His voice carried a hint of concern.

"I'm fine." Harry winced as his eyes began to tear.

Wiping away a tear with his thumb, Draco whispered, "I hurt you." He brought their hands close to his heart as he spoke.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Harry began then stopped, noticing a slight silver glint on Draco's finger, "You're wearing the ring."

Draco pulled Harry into a hug, resting his head on Harry's shoulder, smiling to himself as Harry's warmth engulfed his slightly shivering body. "I know."

Harry's free arm came up and wrapped around Draco's lithe form, and Draco melted into the contact. They stayed that why for a long while, until Draco began to shiver uncontrollably.

"We should go home." Harry said as he rubbed Draco's arms with his hands, trying to get some warmth back into the pale boy in front of him.

Draco nodded his agreement.

Forty-five minutes later the boy's found themselves sitting on the couch wrapped in a shared blanket, staring into a memorizing fire. Draco's shivering had not yet ceased, and Harry wrapped one arm around Draco's shoulders while the other rested across the blond's lap. Draco crossed his ankles as his legs rested over Harry's, and he was vaguely aware that he was practically sitting in Harry's lap. Worming his way closer to the other man, Draco sighed contently as he felt Harry tightened his hold, nudging his cheek closer to the warmth of Harry's shoulder.

Draco's eyes drooped with weariness as he surrendered to the light touch of Harry's hand running through his hair, trailing down past his jaw and neck until it found Draco's own hand. Smiling to himself, Draco snaked his other arm across Harry's chest and pulled the taller boy closer still, leaving hardly any room between them.

Soon, the only sounds in the room was the crackling of the dying fire and the slow rhythmic breaths of the two wizards sleeping deeply in each others arms.
Raei: Blasted computer! We had this whole chapter done and the computer decided, "I haven't been an ass yet today – OH! I KNOW! I'll erase half of their story (mind you, I chose to delete the best part... HEH!) just to make them work! Bastard...

Kylia: We worked so hard on that last part in the chapter, so I hope that you enjoy it immensely. (death glares the computer) stupid...I hate you...

Harry: Ahh, but that shouldn't matter girls – you still got it done didn't you?

Raei: (glares at Harry) Yes... indeed we did. You didn't make it any easier chasing our bloody muse around with a WHIP!

Draco: (claps hands together as he jumps in place, a cute little grin on his face) I'm your muse??

Kylia: (smiling sweetly and pats Draco on the head) Yes. You are our cute wittle muse!! Who's the cute wittle muse?! Hmm? Who?

Draco: (blushes) Oh! ME! ME! (waving hand in the air)

Raei: Heee! I love you Draco!

Draco: Naturally.

Harry: (rolls his eyes) Oh bother, don't make me get out that whip again.

Draco: (jumps behind Raei and Kylia) Anything but the whip!

Raei and Kylia: FADE TO BLACK!

-FADES TO BLACK-

Kylia: (in the darkness) This is becoming a habit isn't it?

Raei: (also in the darkness) Indeed it is...

Reviews please! Screw the limit - it hasn't worked since. BUT REVIEW! (smiles)