Hello, everyone. Thank you for the kind reviews for the last chapter, it was embarrassingly fluffy, I know, but I wanted it to be there. Sorry for the wait for this chapter. I've been caught up watching the Australian Tennis Open. You'll notice a few of the comments have been affected. :D. Also, the whole "milkman" thing? Have you seen the Calcium Kid? Private joke.

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To Mr Harry Potter,

Mr and Mrs Weasley wish to invite you to the wedding of their son

Ronald Bilius Weasley

To

Hermione Jane Granger

On Saturday, the fourteenth of November at 12 Midday

The banquet will be held at The Weasley's Residence, the Burrow

We would be delighted if you wish to share this experience with a guest of your choice.

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Harry looked up from the intricate charm on the soft paper, a golden flower that was circling around the page, and gave a small smile to man sitting opposite him at the table.

'No.' said Draco, not even looking up from the paper he was reading.

'What?' Harry asked, all too innocently.

'No. And that's final.' Draco repeated.

'You don't even know what I'm going to ask.'

'I know that you're going to ask something, don't I? And I know that the answer is no.' Draco said.

'I wasn't going-'

'If I don't kill them, they'll kill me.' Draco said, casually flicking the page.

Harry's mouth dropped open. 'How did you know?'

'How many wedding invitations do you get, Harry?'

'I suppose so. But you can see it from there?'

Draco nodded. 'I'm not a four eyes like you.' he said with a smirk.

'Fuck you.' Harry said, good-naturedly. 'So, you won't come, then?'

Draco sighed, neatly folded the paper, and scrutinized Harry carefully. 'Do you really think that would go down well?'

'Sure. Why not?' Harry asked, grinning.

'You really are dense, aren't you?'

Harry snorted. 'Look, you may not be their idea of the ideal date-'

'I can't imagine so.' Draco muttered.

'But you're who I'm with, and they just have to deal with it.' Harry continued.

'Aw, how sweet. You're willing to ruin the happiest day of their lives for me?'

'Ha ha.' Harry said, sarcastically. 'The way I figure it, they'll be too wrapped up in their own marital bliss-'

'Grotty heteros.' Draco mumbled.

'-to notice anything else.'

'You mean, like their number one childhood nemesis who grew up to be their frightfully good-looking, Death Eating, Dark Lord serving, number one enemy casually walking in hand and hand with the saviour of the wizardring world, their best buddy?' Draco teased.

'Something along those lines.' Harry said with a smile.

Draco sighed. 'I'm not going. I don't want to be there, they don't want me to be there, I hate them, they hate me…there's no reason for me to go!'

'For me to formally announce my courting of you?' Harry suggested.

'At their wedding? I always knew you were one to try and steal the limelight, but that's just pathetic, Harry.' Draco snorted.

'It's not going to be a big deal.' Harry insisted. 'I just thought it'd be nice if you came.'

'I think it'd be nice if I came too.' Draco said, suggestively.

'Sick bastard.' Harry murmured appreciatively. 'Look, I just think that maybe they'd be too distracted with each other to notice much. It would be a slight shock, sure, but I don't want them fretting about it before the wedding-'

'Then why don't you tell them after?' suggested Draco. 'Or better yet, not tell them at all. That way I'll never have to deal with them.

Harry glared at Draco.

Draco snorted. 'You think your glaring has any effect on me? I've been suffering glares my whole life, Harry, far more blood curdling than you could ever muster.'

'Oh?' asked Harry. 'But this is a I-won't-fuck-you-if-you-don't-do-what-I-say kind of glare. I don't suppose you've had one of those before?'

'You wouldn't.' Draco said, casually.

'Wouldn't what?'

'Wouldn't not fuck me.' Draco said, smirking.

'I wouldn't use double negatives, either.' Harry said. 'And why do you think that?'

'How could you resist this temptation?' Draco asked, picking up the spoon lying next to his empty cereal bowl, and proceeding to lick it in a very provocative and inappropriate manner, making soft moaning sounds as his tongue skimmed along the rim.

'By knowing that the temptation for you is far greater.' Harry said, cockily, leaning back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. 'Ooh, Harry,' he mocked in a high, girlish voice, 'Harry I want you, Harry I need you, Harry I like it when you touch me, please Harry please Harry, Harry I love you-'

Draco laughed aloud. 'Normally that would bug me, Potter, but since just last night it was your girlish voice screaming so the whole world could hear that you "livedforthisohgodthatfeelsgoodiloveyoudracoyou'reallthatmatterstomepleasegodmerlinfuckmelikeyoumeanit", I'm less inclined to be annoyed.'

Harry tried not to blush. 'I make you beg more.' he said, rather aware he was sounding a tad petulant.

Draco appeared to consider. 'Then how is it I have you writhing beneath me moaning and gasping and pleading for more, more oft than not? Hmm?'

'Wishful thinking, I'd say.' Harry said with a smile.

'Wait, wait, wait. You're trying to tell me,' Draco said, leaning forward at the table, an incredulous smile on his face, 'that you think I'd go with you to the Weasel Mud- uh, Granger wedding, just because I like fucking you more than you like fucking me, and it would reduce me to a pile of begging gloop if you were to turn to abstinence?'

'I'm glad you're so self aware, Draco.' Harry said with a smirk.

'You're on, Potter.' Draco said, with a sneer in his voice Harry hadn't heard in a long time. 'We'll see who's left begging for more.'

Harry swallowed. 'We're actually doing this? It's actually a bet?'

'Yip.'

'So…one of us have to give in before we can have sex with each other?'

'Getting cold feet?' Draco smirked. 'All you have to do is murmur, Fuck me Draco, please, and it'll all be over.'

'You wish.' Harry replied swiftly.

'Oh, yes I do.' Draco said. 'That would be most entertaining.'

'Well, sorry to disappoint, but that's not going to happen.' Harry said.

'Ah, old Gryffindor courage, eh?'

'You bet.' Harry retorted.

'That I did, Harry. That I did.'

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Ow.

It would be hard. Harry knew that. Living with Draco Malfoy, still having the taste of him on the tip of your tongue, the feel of him on the edge of your fingertips, the sound of his voice on the outskirts of your eardrums, his desire-flushed face on the borders of your imagination, and not be allowed to touch him? Knowing all you had to do was murmur, (giving up a little of your pride, granted) and he'd be there, filling you so perfectly that nothing else mattered?

Of course it'd be hard.

Harry just didn't think it'd be so hard it hurt.

And yes, there was a double meaning there.

God, why did he get himself into this? Damn Gryffindor recklessness and courage. He was so stupid.

Not that Draco was making it any easier.

In fact, by the way he was flaunting himself around, it looked like he was having fun.

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God this is fun, Draco thought with an evil smirk, sauntering seductively past Harry on the way to the couches, swinging his hips perhaps a little more than he usually did.

Harry cleared his throat. 'Aren't you going to put some clothes on?' he asked.

Draco grinned, and looked down at the towel wrapped around his lower half. 'Now why would I do that?' he asked. 'This is much more fun.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Bastard.'

'You know you love it.' Draco said, grinning.

'That I do.' smirked Harry.

'Then go on. Say. It. Say you want me to fuck you.' Draco urged.

'Never.'

Draco sighed, and flopped down on the couch, turning on the television. He flicked a few channels, absent-mindedly (bullshit, Harry thought) stroking the inside of his thigh.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Two can play at that game.' he said.

'Sorry? Did you say something?' Draco asked.

'You wait.' Harry murmured. 'I'm just going to have a shower, all right?'

'No point.' said Draco, his eyes skimming over a lead singer of a band on the music channel.

'Why?' asked Harry.

'I used all the hot water.' Draco said with a smirk.

'Fuck you. When are you ever going to learn to be considerate?'

Draco took in the messy black hair and big eyes thick with dark eyeliner on the singer, sighing appreciatively. 'Never.' he said. 'Who's this band?'

Harry peered at the television. 'Greenday, I think.'

'Hmmm. I like him.' Draco said.

'What?'

'I like him.' Draco repeated.

'Who?'

'The lead singer. The main guy. That one.' Draco said, pointing.

'Why?'

Draco shrugged. 'My mind informed me of the fact.'

Harry eyed the screen with distaste. 'Oh. Didn't know you liked that kind of music.'

'Wasn't really thinking about the music, actually.' Draco said, vaguely.

'Draco!' Harry cried, scandalized.

'What?' asked Draco, in a wounded voice. 'Just because I'm fucking you doesn't mean I can't look at other guys.' he said. 'And anyway, I'm not fucking you at this point in time. So I can look at whoever the hell I want. In fact,' he said, turning around and smirking evilly at Harry, 'I can fuck whoever the hell I want.'

'I swear, if you come within ten feet-'

Draco laughed. 'Come. Within ten feet. Ha.' He laughed again.

'I'm serious. If. You. Dare. Fuck. Someone. Else. I. Will. Never. T-'

'Yes, yes, I know, I was kidding, you idiot.' Draco said, smiling. 'Just reassuring my ego that you're still hopelessly devoted to me.'

'I hate you.' murmured Harry affectionately.

'That's good to know.' Draco said, turning back to the screen. 'I don't think much of those other guys.' he said.

'Oh, I don't know. The one with the blond hair looks a bit like you, Draco.' Harry said with a grin.

'He does not!' howled Draco. 'I'm gorgeous.'

'And who says he isn't?' Harry replied.

Draco laughed. 'Me. And my word is law.'

'Is that so?' asked Harry, standing up. 'Well. Lock me up for life, then.'

'Mmm.' said Draco, licking his lips and looking at Harry. 'Jailbait.'

Harry frowned. 'That's disgusting.'

'Just a joke, Harry.'

Harry sighed and walked away. 'Tactless.' he murmured, heading for the shower.

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Draco smiled to himself as he heard the bathroom door close.

'You really should listen to me more, Harry dear.' he murmured to himself.

Draco heard the sound of clothes being pulled off and chucked haphazardly over the tiled floor.

'It'll be wet.' he murmured. He heard Harry swear, and smiled.

'There won't be any towels.' he muttered, and heard Harry rampaging around the bathroom. He heard Harry give up, and turn on the shower.

'It'll be cold.' he said to himself, and within moments there was a loud crash and a resounding "Fuck!" from the bathroom. Draco smirked.

'You'll persevere…' he said, only half watching some female group with disinterest, 'but there's no point, because there's no shampoo left.' he said, and heard the shampoo bottle go pinging into the ground as Harry chucked it forcefully. The sound of running water stopped, and Harry stepped out of the shower.

'You decide you might as well get your shaving done; you're getting a bit of a five-o-clock shadow, now.' He said, hearing Harry squidge his way to the mirror. 'But I have since moved all the razor blades to my room, seeing as how you keep leaving them to get blunt and useless in the shower, and there's nothing for you to shave with.'

He heard Harry hit the wall with his hand in an agitated fashion.

'Maybe you'll decide to put your contact lenses in?' he asked, with a smirk. 'But you left them in my room, don't you remember?'

An audible grumble came from the bathroom.

'You think maybe you'll cut your nails? But you remember you have the cutest little habit of biting them when you're agitated or thinking of something else, and there isn't really any point.' Draco said, flicking the channel to the sports channel, where two men were having a heated game of tennis in the most indecent of short shorts. Draco raised his eyebrow approvingly.

'You realise I would have known this was going to happen all along…' Draco said, trying to figure out the insane scoring of this muggle "tennis". 'And you'll come storming out to glare at me, because that's all you can think of doing at the moment.'

The bathroom door flung open and Draco heard Harry come storming out towards him.

'Nice shower?' smirked Draco.

'Fucking wonderful.' Harry grumbled.

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Much later on that evening, Draco yawned. 'This movie is shit.' he pointed out.

'I agree.' Harry murmured.

'Turn it off before I chuck that damn thing out the window.'

'Gladly.' said Harry, reaching over for the remote and turning off the movie.

Draco yawned again. 'I think it's bedtime for me.'

'Getting tired in your old age?' Harry teased.

'Very funny.' said Draco, standing up. 'You coming?'

Harry raised an eyebrow. 'Would that constitute begging?'

'You wish.' snorted Draco.

'You want me to sleep in the same bed as you?' asked Harry.

'Sure, why not?'

'Aren't you scared you're going to ravish me?' Harry teased.

Draco eyed Harry skeptically. 'Yeah, right.' he said.

'I'd take offence if I didn't know you worship the ground I walk on.' Harry said, contentedly.

'You're deluded.' Draco said, wandering to the bedroom, Harry following him. Draco sat down on the bed, and began taking off his shoes.

'This is going to be hard.' Harry said, lightly.

Draco smirked. 'Glad to hear it.'

'For you, I mean.' Harry continued.

Draco snorted. 'Oh? And why is that?'

Harry merely grinned, and sat down next to Draco. Draco stood up, and began taking off his pants. Harry swallowed visibly. Draco saw this, and smiled to himself, pulling off his top. He walked across the room, turning on the small lamp beside the bed and turning off the main light, making sure to exaggerate every movement. He turned around just in time to see Harry pulling off his shirt, to reveal his gorgeous, muscley, illuminated, taut, wonderful-

'Do you mind not staring at me?' Harry asked with a grin.

Draco's mouth was dry. God, Harry was fine. Everything was so smooth, so sensual, so muscled, so perfect…he was like a God. Draco pouted. It was unfair. That perfect chest, almost ridiculously gorgeous, accompanied by that cheeky grin, brilliant eyes and silky, tousled hair?

Harry gave a self-satisfied grin, and started undoing his pants.

Draco swallowed.

Shit.

Draco caught a glimpse of silk boxer shorts, and then more, and then the tiniest flicker of thigh, and then more, and as Harry revealed himself, much like an entertainer jumping out of a cake, it took all Draco could do to contain himself.

What did it matter, really? If he begged Harry to fuck him now? What would he lose? He'd be gaining something. He'd be gaining Harry.

But then the other half of his mind reminded him. What would he lose? A Mr Harry Potter, who was driven completely insane by lust and had been reduced to begging, pleading to be taken. An image came to Draco's head of Harry on his knees before him, naked and achingly hard, begging to touch, to be touched, just something.

Draco smirked. Oh yes. He could wait for that.

Draco slipped into bed, beneath the silky covers, and gave a contented sigh. Soon Harry joined him, with an amused frown on his face, if that was possible.

'What is it?' asked Draco.

'It's kind of weird, isn't it?'

'What is?'

'Us.' Harry said, simply.

'What about us?'

Harry smiled. 'We've hardly been together very long, and yet we've experienced what most couples go through in years.'

Draco sat up slightly and looked at Harry quizzically.

'Doubt. Angst. Jealousies. Insecurities. Hot sex. Disapprovals. Misunderstandings. Break ups. Confessions. Make up sex. Wedding invitations. Self-proclaimed celibacy.' Harry said, listing them with points of his fingers.

Draco laughed. 'Too true.' he said. 'But we're not so old we're impotent.'

'Remind me again why we're wasting that?' Harry asked with a laugh and a frown.

'Gryffindor idiocy.' said Draco.

'Ah.' said Harry, nodding. 'Can't fight that.'

'Yes.' said Draco, looking at Harry meaningfully. 'I know.'

Harry laughed again. 'That was why we always won the Quidditch.'

Draco rolled his eyes. 'That's because Gryffindors are the only ones actually thinking about the game.'

Harry sat up slightly. 'Huh?'

Draco snorted. 'Hufflepuff duffers are more worried about everything being fair, everyone being loyal, everything being nice and happy and generally sickening.' Draco said, looking like being nice in sport was something to be ashamed of. As far as he was concerned, it was. 'Plus they can't play for shit.'

'Cedric wasn't bad.' Harry pointed out.

'Yeah, and look what happened to him.' Draco snorted. Harry's eyes darkened, and Draco said quickly, 'Tactless joke, just kidding. Terrible, terrible thing.' Then he appeared to ponder for a moment. 'He was hot, he was.'

'Draco!' said Harry.

'You're right. He was a Hufflepuff. God.' Draco said. 'But if I ever had to fuck a Hufflepuff…'

'Draco…' Harry said, warningly.

'Oh come on, you have to admit he was gorgeous!'

'I wasn't thinking about that at the time!' Harry cried. 'I was thinking about the match!'

'Ah yes. Back to that.' Draco said. 'Hufflepuffs are too worried about being nice. Ravenclaws,' he said, looking at Harry meaningfully, 'are too worried about the little bits of homework they haven't done, or rather, if they spelt everything correct. Ravenclaws are too damn smart for their own good. Always thinking, thinking, thinking, never just getting into something. They have too many things on their minds.' Draco said.

'And what about Slytherins? What's your excuse for them?'

Draco laughed. 'Do you actually think any players on the Slytherin Quidditch get on because they have any talent?'

'No.' Harry said, adamantly.

'God, I had to buy my way on.' Draco said, smiling.

'So you admit it!' Harry said, triumphantly.

'Well, yes.' Draco said with a small smile. 'But I didn't do it for the game, Harry.'

Harry frowned.

'Oh, don't get me wrong, I love Quidditch, it was fantastic. And I practiced at all hours, I wanted to win, of course.'

'But?'

Draco smiled. 'But once you get out there, all you can see is all those Quidditch toned guys, their hair slick with sweat, their toned thigh muscles gripping their broomsticks, riding them like there's no tomorrow, their hands in fucking leather gloves!' Draco said, his voice almost hoarse. 'I got a fucking fetish with those gloves, I'm telling you.'

Harry's mouth opened and closed, opened and closed. 'You…you were thinking about the guys when we were playing?'

'Why do you think you always saw the Snitch before me? Because I wasn't looking at that idiotic piece of shit with wings. Why would I? Quidditch guys, Harry, are among the hottest in the world.'

Harry laughed. 'Crabbe and Goyle included?'

Draco's face scrunched up. 'Nah. They were just good at hitting things.'

'There weren't that many hot guys, Draco. I think you're letting your imagination run wild.' Harry said.

'Were you looking?' demanded Draco. 'When you played Quidditch, you were still innocent, straight, and naïve.' Suddenly, Draco salivated more. 'And the showers afterwards…'

'Draco!' Harry said, swatting Draco indignantly.

'Oh, come on. There were boys' showers, and girls' showers, to stop anything from "happening" afterwards.' Draco snorted. 'How much fucking stupider can you get?' Draco said, shaking his head. 'Some of the best experiences in there, I can tell you.'

'With Blaise?' Harry shot.

'As a matter of fact, yes.' Draco said, lightly.

'He wasn't even on the Quidditch team.' Harry said, angrily.

'You think that stopped me? God, Harry, if you had been in Slytherin…' Draco trailed away, and then ran his eyes appreciatively over Harry's chest. 'God, I shouldn't be thinking about this now.' Draco groaned, getting out of bed.

'Where are you going?' asked Harry, sharply.

'To have a shower.' Draco said.

Harry smirked. 'It'll be cold.'

Draco looked at Harry. 'I'm counting on it.' he muttered.

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Harry looked up from his position at the breakfast table to see Draco wandering in, looking disgruntled and infuriated.

'Good morning.' Harry said, cheerfully, taking a bite of his toast.

'Says who?' shot Draco, venomously, hurling himself down on the chair opposite Harry, scowling petulantly. Harry grinned.

'The sun and the soft breeze and the beautiful leaves-'

'Well, fuck them.' Draco interrupted moodily.

'And why are you in such a bad mood?' Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Because my boyfriend is being a scroogey bastard and holding out on me.' Draco grumbled.

'And whose fault is that?' Harry leered.

'Yours.' Draco spat. 'For not having begged me already.'

Harry grinned wider. 'A Gryffindor never gives up.'

'Never ever?' Draco asked.

'Never ever ever.' Harry said, adamantly.

'I'll prove you wrong.' said Draco, standing up and staggering to the kitchen. 'I'll prove you wrong, I swear I will.'

Harry just laughed. He took a sip of his tea, and cleared his throat. 'I thought I'd go into town today, get myself a tux for Ron and Hermione's wedding.' he called.

Draco turned around and stared a Harry. 'A tux?'

Harry nodded. 'Why not?'

'Aren't you going to wear dress robes?'

Harry snorted. 'The last time I had a decent pair of dress robes was probably in fourth year.'

'They weren't decent.' Draco shot.

Harry nodded. 'Tell me about it.' He muttered. 'Well, anyway, I don't particularly like dress robes, and I'm sure Arthur would be very fascinated with a tuxedo, he loves muggle things, you know.'

Draco cringed. 'Wonderful.' he said, turning around and turning on the kettle.

'You can't deny muggle things can be innovative and very helpful.' Harry pointed out.

Draco shrugged. 'Sure I could.' he said, simply. 'But I won't.' he added. 'I find muggles are more aware of their outer appearances that wizards.'

'Aye?' Harry asked.

'Muggles have the most wonderful products.' Draco said, smiling a little.

'Wizards have spells, Draco.' Harry said.

'Yeah, but who can be bothered wrapping your tongue around some ridiculous Latin word when all you have to do is stick your fingers in some muggle gunk?'

'You're from a wizardring family, right?'

'No, I'm a mudblood.' Draco said, sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes.

'Well, weren't you like…brought up around Latin?'

'Yeah, but with muggle shit there's no risk of ending up with a buffalo on your head.'

Harry smiled. 'I suppose not. So, anyway, I might go into town. You coming? We could go shopping and get a coffee or something.'

Draco smiled. 'I like coffee.'

Harry smiled back. 'I know.'

Draco sighed. 'I'm going to see Blaise today, but thanks for the offer.' he said, and as the kettle boiled, he poured himself a cup of tea.

Harry's eyes narrowed. 'Why are you going to see Blaise?' he asked, carefully. Draco came over and sat down opposite him, blowing on his tea carefully.

'Well, I sent him away, but he still wants business, and he's still willing to pay.'

'I'm still not sure what exactly it is you do, Draco.' Harry said, standing up. 'It doesn't seem very clear to me.'

'Look, lets just say I run errands for Death Eaters.' Draco said, looking down at his tea.

'Isn't that considered being on the "other side"'? Harry asked, incredulous.

Draco shrugged. 'Not now. We've won.'

'You're helping the survivors!' Harry cried.

Draco shrugged again. 'They're not going to do anything. There's none of the biggies left, just the harmless flirts. All they need are lives. I can give them that.'

'Being on our side meant you were supposed to be taking them away, Draco.' Harry said.

'Well, it seems to me that "evil" and "bad" and the "other side" consist of killing people when they don't need or want to be killed, so if I were just to slaughter them, wouldn't that kind of be defeating the point?' Draco asked.

'But you don't have to help them.' Harry said.

Draco examined a fingernail. 'No, I don't. But I do anyway.' Draco sighed. 'Sit down, will you?'

Harry sat down. 'They'll run out.' he said. 'They probably have already. You need to find yourself a proper job, Draco.' Harry said in a pained voice.

'Hmm, now what kind of job is out there for a guy like me? No qualifications at all, but cocky, brazen, good looking, and can handle abuse and pain…' Draco gave a mock grin. 'I know, prostitution!'

'That's not funny, Draco.' Harry said through gritted teeth.

'Well what about you, hmm? Do you have a job?' Draco asked.

'No, not yet.' said Harry.

'Well, how about this. We both find jobs at the same time. Maybe even similar ones. Happy?' asked Draco.

'No.' said Harry. 'You'll have trouble finding a job.'

'I'm aware of the fact, thank you.' Draco said. 'Look, sometime we'll sit down, and we'll plan and sort and everything will be fine and dandy, all right?'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'You need to think about it first.'

Draco sighed. 'Doesn't Granger run a library of some sort?'

'Uh, yeah. She's the Head of…some wizardring royal association library thing.' Harry said.

'The Royal Wizard Library Association of London? Or the Royal Wizard Library of London?' Draco asked.

Harry frowned. 'That sounds about right.' He took a sip of tea. 'Both, I think.'

'Both?' asked Draco.

Harry nodded. 'She's a busy woman.'

'Well, why don't we just get jobs there, after we tell her about us?' Draco asked. 'You're her friend, she could slip us in easy.'

'You want to work in a library? Hermione's library?' Harry asked, skeptically.

'Better than taking it up the arse from old guys drugged up on viagra.' Draco murmured.

Harry winced. 'God, didn't need the graphic detail.'

'Well, at least ask Granger if there are any places? Anywhere? And she, at least, knows we're capable. She knows who we are.' Draco said.

'And you're putting that on as a pro?' Harry asked.

'She beat me at the NEWTS with the skin of her teeth, Potter. She know I'm competent enough.' Draco said.

'Yeah, and a Dark Wizard.' Harry pointed out.

'She trusts you, doesn't she? She'll realise you've made the right decision about me. Once she knows we're together, we need jobs, we're competent…it'll all slip into place.'

Harry paused. 'That's not a bad idea, actually.'

Draco shrugged. 'I'm brilliant. What can I say.'

Harry smiled. 'Ok.'

'Good. Problem solved.'

'Hardly.' Harry said, frowning a little. 'But it'll do as a starting plan.'

Draco nodded. 'Good. Everything's good.'

Harry shook his head.

'What? There's more?' Draco asked, incredulously.

'I don't want you going and seeing Blaise today.'

Draco sighed impatiently and rolled his eyes. 'And why is that.' he asked, flatly, knowing he was going to get an answer whether he asked or not.

'Come on. You're gorgeous. He's gorgeous,' Harry added quickly, trying to ignore Draco's raising eyebrow, 'You're former lovers, he's very definitely interested, he's flirty, he's brazen…and you're, as far as I can tell, horny as hell.'

'Yeah, and I'm not getting anything from you.'

Harry ground his teeth. 'Exactly. So, no. You're not going and seeing him today.'

Draco rolled his eyes. 'It's sweet, Harry, that you love me so much you feel the need to boss me around,' he said, glaring at Harry, 'but I'm fine. I'm not going to fuck him, ok?' he said, with a small smile.

'I just…don't want you to put yourself in a situation where you're tempted.' Harry said, carefully.

'Tempted? Are you trying to tell me something here?' Draco asked.

'No.' said Harry, evenly. 'I'm saying what I'm saying.'

'Look, Harry. I have a boyfriend, in case you haven't noticed-'

'That didn't stop you last time.' Harry said.

Draco looked like he was going to retort, but he forced himself the breathe. Just breathe, Draco, breathe. In, out. In, out. Calm.

Harry sighed. 'Sorry. I…I didn't mean that.'

'Good.' Draco said, evenly. 'I am not planning on having sex with someone who is in need of my help, even if they are a former boyfriend, because at the moment I have a boyfriend, even if all we do together is argue.'

Harry smiled. 'That's good to know.'

'So I can go?'

Harry smiled. 'No. Of course not. What do you think I am, stupid?'

'Harry…' Draco said, in an agitated fashion.

'Just because you aren't planning it doesn't mean it isn't going to happen.' Harry said.

'Listen to me, Harry. I. Am. Not. Going. To. Fuck. Him.' Draco bit out.

'Well, I don't want him to fuck you, either. Or kiss you. Or touch you. Or anything!'

'Nothing is going to happen! God, I'm getting so sick of these arguments!'

'You're sitting there. It's warm, it's cozy, he's very good looking, you haven't done anything in what seems like forever, suddenly he's on you, whispering "for old time's sake", kissing you, t-'

'You thought about this a lot, haven't you?' Draco interrupted.

'I don't want to lose you.'

Draco spluttered. 'Lose me? To him?' Draco laughed, and put his hand over Harry's. 'Trust me, Harry. I ain't giving you up.' He said, and winked. 'You give way too good head to let you go.'

Harry growled. 'That's not funny.'

'I'm not kidding. You're brilliant!'

'Draco…' Harry said, angrily.

'Ok, ok, so there are other reasons. But Harry?'

'Yeah?'

'Stop being so damn insecure. I want you, just you, and I'm going to have you, just you, whether you like it or not. And you will.' said Draco, and stood up. 'I'll see you later. Maybe you can parade around for me in your nice new outfits?' and with that, Draco disappeared swiftly out the door.

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Harry wandered through shops in the crowded streets, running his fingers over the expensive material of many items of clothing, his mind not really on the shopping.

He was more concerned about the fact that his boyfriend was probably seriously considering cheating on him.

Or rather, had just finished it.

No one was having better sex than the sex Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were having in Harry Potter's mind right then.

Harry winced.

'You don't like the fabric, sir?' a needy shop assistant inquired.

Harry waved a hand. 'No, it's fine.' he said, distractedly.

'Would you like to try one on, then? What size are you?'

Harry turned and looked at the shop assistant, who was shifting from one foot to the other in an agitated fashion. Harry frowned. There was no need for that; there was no one else in the shop.

'Um…I don't know.' Harry confessed.

'You don't know?' the shop assistant rolled her eyes. 'Well, I'd say,' she said, scanning Harry carefully, 'we should start about…here.' she said, choosing one of the suits.

'Great. I'll take it.' said Harry.

'But sir, aren't you going to try it on? It might not fit. We also do tailored suits-'

'It's fine.' Harry interrupted. 'Really.'

'Well, if you're sure.' she said, reluctantly. 'How about ties to go with it, sir? We have a range of colours and styles…'

Harry sighed. This was going to be a long trip.

'…and a range of shirts would be good, depending on how dressed up or down you want to be…we have ranges of colours, too, to make the outfits more individual…'

An expensive trip, too.

'….sitting down, the trouser leg can ride up, so we also stock these 100 woolen socks, very warm and thick, which come in colours to match the shirt and tie you have chosen…'

Fuck, Harry had never felt gayer.

'Sir? Is there a problem?' asked the shop assistant worriedly, catching the look on Harry's face.

'No. Not at all.' said Harry.

'Well, that's good. But if there was, it could be because of the cool winter air coming in, I know it's only Autumn but the breezes are coming…that's why we sell these gorgeous scarves, perfectly crafted, great as a fashion accessory in summer, but also help to keep warm in winter, all in matching colours, of course…'

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Harry almost fell face first into the floor, tripping over the ridiculous number of bags he was trying to force through the door to the apartment. He was sure he didn't really need all these things, but then again, he didn't need to see one more second of that shop assistant than he absolutely had to. She drove him barmy, with all her upselling and suggestions and remarks…God, why couldn't people just leave each other alone?

Hmm. Harry realised he was perhaps a tad on the antisocial side.

He hauled himself into the lounge, and brought the bags up begrudgingly to sit on the table. He gave a big sigh, and out of the corner of his eyes saw a blond mop of hair over the top of the couch.

'Oh.' he said. 'You're here.'

Draco turned around. 'Harry. You're back. Soon.' he said, almost nervously.

Harry frowned. 'Well, I don't much enjoy shopping.'

Draco swallowed. 'No.' he agreed. 'Um…shit.'

'Shit?' Harry questioned.

'Would you do something for me, and not ask me about it until later when I can explain it to you properly?' asked Draco.

Harry frowned. 'Depends what it is.'

'Leave. Now. Please.' Draco said.

Harry gave a confused snort. 'What? Why?'

'He's here.' hissed Draco. 'In this house. It'd be good if you left.'

'He's here?' repeated Harry, incredulous.

'Yes. It was easier. It sounds bad, but we'll talk later, ok? Please, go before he sees you.' Draco pleaded.

'God, now I feel like I'm your secret boyfriend.' Harry hissed.

'Who's your secret boyfriend?' a voice asked. Draco flinched, and saw Blaise standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Draco sucked in a breath.

'Ah, Blaise, this is-'

'Him? The one and only? The gorgeous, shagalicious, fucking sexy, wonderful, perfect, insatiable Draco Malfoy's boyfriend?' Blaise asked, grinning.

Draco nodded. 'Uh huh. That's him.'

Blaise snorted, then cocked his head. 'You know, he looks uncannily like-'

'Yes, I know! Isn't it strange? I only noticed a few days ago.' Draco interrupted loudly. 'But Blaise, really, you should be going. We'll talk another time, ok?'

Blaise continued scrutinizing Harry, his eyes narrowed. 'Strange.' he murmured. Then he turned to Draco. 'Kicking me out, hmm? How about a kiss for the road?' he asked.

'I don't think so.' Harry said, firmly.

Blaise turned and looked at him. 'You want one?'

'I'm fine, thanks.' Harry said.

'Don't know what you're missing.' he said. 'Well, alright. I'll see you later, then, Draco.' Blaise murmured, with a wink.

Harry clenched his teeth. Blaise walked to the door, then paused.

'Is he a wizard?' he asked.

'Should you be asking that question?' Draco asked.

'Ah, he is.' Blaise said with a smile. 'Good.' He turned around to face Harry, removed a card from his pocket, and threw it at Harry. Harry instinctively caught it. He looked down at it. It had Blaise's name, address, phone number, and, uh, other details. 'For when you tire of this one.' Blaise said with a nod towards Draco. Then, with a wink and a crack, he was gone.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. 'Phew.' He said.

'Why was he here?' Harry asked.

Draco shrugged. 'He hasn't seen the place. I was in my element. I'm not going to have an argument with you, Harry Potter.'

Harry breathed in and out. 'Ok.' he said, evenly.

'Now, show me what you bought.'

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'A scarf?' choked Draco through his laughter. 'Oh, Harry, I've taught you well.'

Harry blushed. 'She said it would keep me warm.' he said, wrapping it around his neck.

'Outwitted by a shop assistant. Nice.' said Draco. 'Although I must say,' he said, cocking his head, 'it does look rather fetching on you.' Draco said with a smile.

'Do you think?' asked Harry, smiling at little.

'But I think a sign around your neck saying "I'm homosexual and flaunting it" would serve the same purpose.' laughed Draco.

'But this was specially designed and crafted to-'

'No! Save me from the shop assistant rant!' Draco cried in mock terror.

Harry gave an embarrassed smile. 'Sorry.' he murmured. Then he looked down at himself. 'Does it really look that gay?'

Draco smirked. 'Perfectly.'

Harry sighed. 'Oh well.'

'Is that a problem for you?' asked Draco.

Harry smiled. 'No.' he said, lightly.

'Good.' Draco said. He surveyed Harry again. 'You know, I think that scarf would go with almost anything. In fact,' he said, smirking, 'I think it would go with nothing.'

'Draco!' said Harry, pretending to be scandalized. 'A civilized man such as yourself shouldn't say such things.'

'What, in front of a lady?' teased Draco.

'You wish.' Harry said.

Draco winced. 'Not really. Would defy the whole purpose of being gay.'

Harry pretended to ponder. 'I guess so.'

Draco smiled. 'So? Are we going to have a fashion parade?'

'This is good enough, isn't it?' Harry said, gesturing to the scarf.

'Oh, no. I want to see the whole outfit!' pouted Draco. Then he frowned. 'You're not going to wear the scarf to the wedding, are you?'

Harry grinned. 'Maybe.'

'God, I'd love to see the photos if you do. Everyone cringing.' Draco laughed.

'Hey! I thought you said you liked it!'

'I do, I do,' Draco assured him, 'but let's just say it's an…acquired taste.' he said. 'Plus, a scarf and a tuxedo? God, call the fashion police.'

Harry laughed. 'I get your meaning.'

'So? Are you going to flaunt yourself? Show me what you're made of?' Draco urged.

Harry tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, and then he grinned. 'Why the hell not?' he said, rolling his eyes at Draco's gleeful smile.

'Brilliant!' Draco said, clapping his hands together. 'Well, go on. Get to it!'

Harry shivered. 'Gotta love it when you're the dominant one.' he murmured.

Draco narrowed his eyes playfully. 'You can't fool me, Potter. I'm not falling for that.'

Harry grinned. 'Can't blame me for trying.' he said, and took all his bags off with him to his room.

Draco grinned. And kept grinning, even when the door slammed shut. Even when he heard Harry falling over and cursing. Even when there was an abundance of muttering and swearing.

Then he sighed. Gotta love him.

After what seemed like an almost ridiculously long time, during which Draco counted the freckles on his arms 47 times (none, of course, he was perfect), Harry finally stepped out.

'So? What do you think?' Harry asked, smoothing down the front. 'It feels like it's a bit tight at the elbows, but you get that.'

Draco nodded mutely.

'What do you think? Do you like it?' Harry pressed.

Draco couldn't think.

God, he was wonderful. Wonderful.

Lovely, black material, perfectly matched with Harry's hair. Soft, crisp white shirt. Perfect oval buttons. And…

'Tails?' screeched Draco.

Harry smiled nervously. 'Yeah.'

'Lucky bastard. I love tails.'

Harry frowned. 'You do?'

Draco nodded emphatically.

Harry shook his head. 'God, you're so unpredictable. I never know what's in with you. I thought you'd kill me.'

'You must have tried on a million. Where did you go?' pressed Draco.

'Um…' said Harry, smiling guilty.

'Oh, let me guess. You don't know?' asked Draco, rolling his eyes.

'Nope. Sorry. First one I tried on. Ah, actually…I didn't try it on.'

'You didn't?' asked Draco, aghast. 'Harry Potter, you are hopeless.'

Harry smiled. 'Gotta love it, though, huh?'

Draco sighed and smiled. 'Gotta love it.' he murmured. 'Well, come on.' He urged.

'Come on what?' asked Harry.

'This is a fashion show! Strut, Harry, strut! It's a catwalk, damnit.' Draco said, laughing.

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. 'I feel ridiculous.'

'Good. So you should.' Draco reached over for the remote to the stereo, and turned on some music. Strong beat, good melody, sexy sounds. 'Move, Harry, move.' Draco urged.

Harry giggled, in a sort of manly way, and walked to his doorway. He spun around, and began strutting towards Draco, his feet coming into contact with the floor perfectly on the beats.

'Vonderful, 'Arry, vonderful!' Draco called in an accent, he wasn't quite sure which, just as long as it was an accent. Probably part Russian, part French. Hell, he didn't care! Harry Potter was strutting for him, his mind wasn't working!

Harry stopped a few inches away from Draco, and began making poses.

'Hell yeah, Harry!' Draco said, grinning.

Harry leaned to the side, a poker face. Then he put his hand to his chin, thoughtfully. Then he leaned forward, and ran his tongue over his top lip provocatively, staring straight into Draco's eyes. Draco swallowed.

'Does celibacy include kissing?' he murmured. Harry grinned, and sat down on Draco's lap. He began circling his hips and jiggling his body, under the guise of dancing to the music.

'Fucking dick tease.' Draco said, hoarsely. Harry grinned, got up, and began strutting away. He stopped just at his door, and threw a look behind him at Draco, haughtily. He ran his fingers down his thigh, smirked, and slammed the door behind him as he disappeared.

Draco didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He had his cake.

But damnit, he wanted to eat it too.

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A few weeks later, the morning of the Granger/Weasley wedding dawned bright and clear, with a crisp wind licking at the exposed skin of the inhabitants of the day. Harry Potter, more sexually frustrated than he had ever been in his whole life, slipped into his smooth tuxedo, picking at invisible bits of grit and fluff on the shoulders. He surveyed his reflection, and (very unmodestly) surmised that really, he should be getting some.

"Getting some." Quote unquote.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and winced when it came into contact with a whole lot of sticky goo.

No, ladies and gentleman. It was hair product. Draco had convinced him of its benefits, but really, Harry couldn't tell the difference. His hair was either forced messy, or messy messy. And one of them was free. Rocket science?

Harry didn't think so either.

He took one last look at himself, and then tiptoed into Draco's room, where the blond was sleeping peacefully. They had since decided to sleep in separate beds. They knew one of them was bound to crack.

Harry was bound to crack anyway. He was trying, though.

'Psst,' Harry said, shaking Draco softly. 'Draco?'

Draco stiffened, then snuggled, then smiled. 'Fuck off.' he murmured.

'Good morning to you too.' Harry said.

'Whadya want?' Draco said, burrowing his head into the pillow.

'I'm going now.' Harry said.

'Goodbye.' Draco murmured.

'To the wedding. Ron and Hermione's. Just so you remembered.' Harry continued.

'Have fun.' Draco whispered. Then one of his eyes opened slightly. 'Not too much fun, mind you.' he said, warningly.

Harry laughed softly. 'Alright. I won't have too much fun.'

'No Stag Party remembrance moments.' Draco murmured.

'Ron didn't have a stag party.' Harry said.

Draco snorted. 'Fucking loser.'

'Draco…'

'Yeah, yeah. Bye.'

'Sweet dreams, my sleeping angel.' Harry whispered.

'Fuck off.'

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'We are gathered here today,' read the (wizard marriage man? bond-maker person? random intruder? Harry didn't know what to call him) man, gazing around at the scene in front of him, 'to witness the betrothal of Ron Bilius Weasley, and Hermione Jane Granger.'

Hermione, beneath her flowery white veil, gave a small smile to Ron. Ron nervously adjusted his large bowtie, which seemed to be getting larger every minute (Harry strongly suspected it had something to do with the smirking looks the twins were sporting from the back row), and gave a nervous smile back.

Harry gazed at his two friends. Hermione was dressed in a simple, but pretty virgin-white muggle wedding dress (Harry snorted, yeah right), with a small veil clipped onto the flowers on her bun. There were little white roses hovering at the bottom of Hermione's dress, which seemed to be floating there of their own accord. They probably were.

Ron was dressed in old dress robes, worn in at the joints, but still looking rather nice. He had decided to wear a bow tie, too. At the beginning of the sermon it had been a silvery colour, but now as it grew, threatening to engulf Ron's face, it seemed to be taking on a reddish tinge, with little yellow polka dots that could be seen just out of the corner of your eye.

But the clothes they were wearing seemed to be the furthermost thing from Hermione and Ron's minds, as they gazed into each other's eyes in the large gardens of the Burrow, with the guests looking affectionately on, as the drinks refilled themselves. Mrs Weasley had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make the place look respectable, with flowers and trimmed grass, and a noticeable (only if you'd been there before) absence of garden gnomes. The place looked very pretty in the Autumn wind. Harry had wondered why they chose Autumn. Harry had mentioned it to Hermione, and Hermione had said with a laugh that she might not fit into her wedding dress by the summer! Harry caught her drift. The baby would be starting to make its mark by then.

Suddenly the area around Ron and Hermione filled with blue light, and as the (marriageywizardybondy) man waved his wand, two glittering rings rose up into the air, and fitted themselves onto Ron and Hermione's fingers. They blue glow became faint, and slowly disappeared.

'The bonding process is complete. I know pronounce you husband and wife.' said the man with a smile.

Ron grinned, and without being asked, leant down to kiss Hermione. Hermione turned beet red, obviously not used to displays of affection in public, especially in front of her parents, but kissed Ron back enthusiastically nonetheless.

Harry tried to sustain a laugh as he heard Draco's voice in his head saying in a disgusted manner, Grotty heteros.

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The reception afterwards was rather nice, Harry concluded. The happy couple had decided to have it at the Burrow, same as the wedding, which left Mrs Weasley in charge of the cooking. Harry thought she had done quite a good job, and as she bustled around, tense but cheerful, Harry congratulated her on a fantastic meal.

Mrs Weasley beamed.

'Why thank you, Harry.' she said, smiling up at Harry, her rosy cheeks perhaps a tad more flushed than they had been a second ago. 'You're looking very handsome, tonight, Harry.' she said, giving Harry an approving look. 'But didn't you see the invitation? It said you could bring a guest. Surely you didn't come on your own?'

Harry shrugged and gave an apologetic smile. 'Still your favourite bachelor, Mrs Weasley, I'm afraid.' Harry said, imagining Draco's snarl.

'Oh.' Said Mrs Weasley, seemingly quite taken aback. 'Oh, well I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough.' She beamed again. 'You know, Ginerva's just broken up with her boyfriend, perhaps I could…?'

Harry gave another apologetic smile. 'Sorry, Mrs Weasley, but I'm not really interested in that department.'

Mrs Weasley bristled. 'Ginerva's a very nice girl, Harry-'

'Girl, yes.' Harry said.

'W-what?'

'Hello, Harry!' said Ron's voice, clapping Harry on the shoulder from behind.

'Hey, Ron!' said Harry, smiling. 'Uh…congratulations!'

Ron beamed. 'Thanks, man, thanks.' Then he lowered his voice, and spoke quietly to Harry. 'Could I talk to you for a moment?'

'Uh, sure.' Said Harry with an inquisitive frown. 'Mrs Weasley, could you excuse us?'

'Oh no. You tell me what's wrong with Ginerva.' Mrs Weasley said, indignantly.

'What's wrong with Ginny?' asked Ron, worriedly.

'Nothing.' Harry said, quickly. 'Just…your Mum was trying to set me up with her.'

Ron looked at Harry's cringe, then back at Mrs Weasley, and burst out laughing.

'What's so funny?' asked Mrs Weasley.

'I don't think Harry's interested in that department, Mum.' Ron said.

'That's exactly what Harry said! So what is it you're…' her voice trailed away. 'Oh.' she said, her mouth going into a prominent 'O' shape, and she looked up at Harry. 'Ginny's a nice girl, but she's a nice girl, is that it?'

Harry gave an apologetic smile. 'Yeah. Sorry.' he said.

Mrs Weasley sighed. 'That's ok.' she grumbled. 'All the good ones only want to be with each other.' she said, starting to turn away. 'Can't see what's wrong with a nice, healthy, wholesome girl, probably do them some good…' and she wandered off to greet some others.

'Sorry about her.' said Ron, with a nervous smile.

Harry waved a hand. 'It's fine. So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?'

Ron looked around, and leaned closer. 'Listen, mate. I'm really sorry about not picking you. Honestly, you would have been my first choice, but what with having so many brothers and-'

'Hang on.' Harry interrupted. 'What?'

'For best man.' said Ron. 'Sorry we didn't have one, if we did, you'd have been it, mate, but we just figured there were so many people who'd be offended if it wasn't them, and Mum probably wanted-'

'Listen, it's fine, mate. Don't worry about it.' Harry said with a smile. 'I'm sick of responsibility, anyway. It's good, cruising.'

Ron beamed. 'Thanks, Harry.' he said.

'So, where's the wife, then? Tired of her already?' Harry teased.

Ron gestured behind him. 'Nah, she's over there, talking to Ginny. She's just had a big break up with her boyfriend-'

'So I've heard.' Harry murmured.

Ron laughed. 'God, I can't believe Mum, aye? As if it isn't bloody obvious.'

Harry looked affronted. 'Am I really such a flaming homo?'

'You're the best dressed here by far, Harry.'

'And that makes me gay?' Harry asked, incredulously.

'Well, I would like to say no, but…yes.' Said Ron, smiling. 'Nice suit, good hair, smooth skin-'

'If you're trying to hit on me, Ron, sorry, but it's not working.' Harry teased.

'Very funny.' said Ron, his cheeks going slightly red. Harry knew Ron would probably never be completely at ease with those kinds of jokes anymore. Ron looked over his shoulder, and Harry saw Hermione walking towards them, smiling.

'Hello, Harry.' she said.

'Hello, Hermione.' Harry said, smiling. 'Congratulations.'

Hermione laughed. 'Thank you, Harry.' she said, putting an arm around Ron.

'It's nice to see you.' Harry said.

'And it's nice to see a man who doesn't instantly look at my cleavage!' Hermione laughed.

'Not that there's anything wrong with it.' Harry assured her with a teasing smile.

'If you're quite done discussing my wife's breasts?' Ron said, pompously.

'Better late than never, aye?' Harry said.

Hermione nodded. 'So how are you?' she asked.

'I'm good. Yeah.' Harry said, nodding. 'This is a really lovely wedding.'

Hermione smiled. 'Thank you. And how's Draco?' she asked, smoothly, her face staying the same. Cut straight to the chase, Hermione did.

'He's…uh. Good.' Harry said, uncomfortably.

'How's it been living with him?' asked Ron uncertainly.

'Um, alright.' said Harry. 'I don't see much of him.' he said, quickly. 'I mean, of course I see him sometimes, because he lives there, and he uses the shower and things,' Harry said, swallowing, bad topic, bad topic, bad topic, God, please don't let me blush, 'but other than that, um…yeah.' Harry finished lamely.

'Anything to report back?' asked Ron.

'We'll have dinner sometime, and I'll tell you all about it.' Harry said.

Ron smiled and nodded, but Hermione looked at Harry thoughtfully, as if she was searching for something. Somewhere in Harry's eyes, it seemed, she found it, and she gave a sigh.

'Why don't you invite Draco too, then, hm?' she asked, resignedly.

'What?' spluttered Ron.

'You're like a book, Harry.' said Hermione. 'You're with him, aren't you?'

Harry shuffled nervously. 'No.' he said, meekly.

'God, Hermione, what would give you such an idea?' Ron asked, staring at his wife.

'He's here alone, he's homosexual and living with a very good looking homosexual man, he started talking about Draco in the shower for who knows what reason, blushed and changed the subject-'

'Ok, ok, ok. I don't like being discussed like some sort of test subject.' Harry said, interrupting Hermione's spiel. 'Ok, it's true.'

Ron's jaw smashed to the ground. 'You're…you…and…he…no!' said Ron.

'I forget how literate you are.' Hermione cooed at Ron, flashing Harry a triumphant look out of the corner of her eye. Somehow, Harry felt like he'd been tricked.

'Harry,' said Ron, looking at Harry intently, the tone of his voice making it clear he was going to rant on what Harry had told himself a thousand times over.

'Ron? I know.' Harry said. 'Whatever it is you have to say, I know. But it's not true. He's…good. In all aspects. At the moment. For me.'

'Harry…' Ron said, pleadingly.

'Don't think about it.' Harry pleaded back. 'Not tonight. Tonight you're supposed to deflower your bride like there's no tomorrow.'

Hermione turned as red as Ron's hair.

'Just…please. We'll discuss this some other time, ok?' Harry said.

'Tuesday week, seven o clock, you and him at our place?' Hermione said, calculatingly.

'Ah…ok.' Said Harry, meekly.

'I'm not having dinner with that creep!' Ron said, loudly.

'That creep is also Harry's boyfriend, dear, and if you don't at least give him a chance, you wont be having dinner with me, either.' said Hermione.

Ron was at a loss for words. 'You…want him there?'

Hermione glanced at Harry. 'We'll see.' she said.

Harry tried to smile, but couldn't.

He could only think of two words.

Oh. Shit.

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Draco laughed. He laughed, and laughed and laughed, and couldn't stop.

'Why are you laughing?' asked Harry, angrily, pulling off the jacket of his tux, and throwing it across the couch. It was very late, and Harry was very tired, and he had just put the proposal of dinner across to Draco, and Draco just sat there, laughing.

'Because that's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my whole entire life.' Draco said. 'You're fucking crazy, Harry. They all are.'

'Draco, you're going, and that's that. It will be an excruciating evening, but we will get through it, you will be nice and polite-'

'And therefore get invited to every family reunion that's possible? Fuck that, Harry.'

'Draco, its just a dinner.' Harry said.

'And I said I'm not going, so get over it.' Draco said, angrily. 'I don't have to live to impress anyone anymore. I'm sick of that.'

'You don't have to impress them, Draco. It's just a dinner.' said Harry.

'So you keep saying.' said Draco, standing up. 'Can't you see how fucking absurd this is, Harry? Can't you see how crazy this is?'

'My friends want to meet my boyfriend.' Said Harry. 'Hardly crazy.'

'Want to? Oh, I bet the Weasel's begging to see me.' Draco scoffed.

'Come on, Draco. Just think of it as a simple errand.' pleaded Harry.

'I don't live to serve anymore, Harry. I am not bound by duties.' said Draco.

'Don't get melodramatic.'

Draco laughed. 'I'm not. I'm just not going.'

Harry breathed in carefully, and sat next to Draco. He waited for a while, looking at Draco.

'What?' asked Draco.

'How about,' said Harry, breathing heavily through his mouth, as if what he was about to say was painful, 'if you do this…I lost the bet.'

'What?' asked Draco, staring at Harry.

'You come to dinner and I beg.' said Harry, looking straight into Draco's eyes.

'You'll beg anyway, Harry.' said Draco, arrogantly.

Harry shuffled closer to Draco, and put a hand on Draco's chest. 'Right here? Right now?'

Draco swallowed. 'If I go to the dinner with the weasles, you'll beg me to take you right on this couch?'

Harry licked his lips. 'Yes, Draco.'

Draco gulped. 'And if…if I still refuse?'

Harry shrugged. 'I'll still take my boyfriend to their dinner.' He said, pressing his thigh up against Draco's, and tracing patterns into Draco's chest with his finger. 'It just wont be you.'

'You're blackmailing me?' asked Draco, incredulous.

'You could say that.' Harry said, smiling mischievously.

'How Slytherin of you.' Draco murmured.

Harry grinned and hoisted himself up onto Draco's lap.

'So? Will you come to the dinner?' he said, settling in between Draco's thighs. 'Please? Please, Draco? Come to the dinner? Please?'

Draco groaned as he felt Harry's thighs clench, and Harry's arms slip around his neck.

'Fucking…dick…tease.' he breathed.

'If you say yes, I won't just be teasing, Draco.' Harry whispered.

Fuck.

Draco hesitated, and then smiled. 'Ok.' He said. Harry grinned, and Draco licked his lips. 'And?' he pressed, swapping their positions and pushing Harry down, so he was straddling Harry on the couch, looking at him greedily.

'And,' said Harry, smiling, 'oh, God, Draco.' Harry whispered beneath him, looking up at Draco with lust-filled eyes. 'Fuck me. Fuck me, please.' he begged.

Draco groaned. 'I knew I'd win.'

'Go on, then. Take your prize.' Harry said, willfully submitting himself to Draco.

Draco leant down and kissed Harry slowly. 'Say it again.' he murmured.

'Fuck me, Draco.' Harry whimpered. 'Please.'

Draco smirked. 'Get used to saying that, Harry. It's going to be a long night.'

Harry licked his lips. 'One can only hope.'

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I have a number of crazy rabid plot bunnies growing in my head, so I think we're nearing the wrap up of this story? Maybe? Or do you want more? Reviews? are nice.

Hoped you liked the longer chapter. Though it bloody well ought to be as long as it was, shouldn't it, with the amount of time I took. Honestly, I've been scolding myself. Next one will come out sooner! And that isn't an idle threat.