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Harry realised then that he was in deep shit. Not only had Ginny seen him and Draco together, she hadn't been surprised, oh no, she had won a bet. That meant that somewhere, someone in the Weasley family had a bet on either Harry being as camp as a row of pink tents, or Harry getting together with Malfoy. Shit.

"Well done Potter." Whispered Draco as they stood up to go to dinner. "Excellent work. Really, really subtle."

Harry stayed silent, fuming away in his own little world of pissed-off-ness.

"Harry?" The blonde gently twined his fingers with Harry's and squeezed. "You alright?"

"No." Harry exploded, very quietly so that Ginny wouldn't hear. "I'm not O.K. I don't want to come out. I like my closet and I have enough attention from the bloody Daily freaking Prophet as it is. This is not what I want."

"But I am?" Draco was at his most insecure and it was coming off him in waves. Harry could almost taste it.

"But you are. Later." Harry quickly squeezed Draco's fingers back and then dropped his hand as they came into the restaurant.

"Harry! Mr. Malfoy!" Molly Weasley was at her most polite and welcoming. She enveloped Harry in a hug like she hadn't seen him for months, when in fact she had seen him two days before. She hesitantly held out a hand to Draco, who took it and smoothly said 'Mrs. Weasley, a pleasure to meet you.' 'You too, Mr Malfoy.' 'Draco, please' he replied, never dropping the mask of perfect politeness towards a woman he had spent the first five years of Hogwarts being perfectly vile towards.

Draco's life up until the point when he had killed his father had been immensely difficult. Draco had worked for a spy for both sides for a short time during the war, until he had been found out and almost killed by the Death Eaters. Dumbledore had taken him in and hidden him at Grimmauld Place. It had been there that he had gained the trust of some of the most important Order members, most importantly, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin. They had convinced the rest of the Order that his heart belonged to the light, and Draco had joined the Order a week before the fall of Voldemort.

In the final battle, Draco had been the cause of the fall of six Death Eaters, all of whom had been influential, and several of whom had been family, or friends of the family. Both his parents had fallen in that battle, his mother at the wand of his father, and his father by his own hand. He had killed Crabbe and Goyle Seniors, as well as their sons. His final murder had been that of Pansy Parkinson, another old Slytherin mate who had abandoned Hogwarts for a life serving Voldemort. Seventh Year in Slytherin was going to be long, lonely and difficult.

However, after Draco had proved his worth and his devotion to the light, he had received an owl from Arthur and Molly Weasley. It had said how they wanted to lay the old ghosts to rest, and be united together as part of the light. He had written back in agreement, and apologised for all the insults and comments he had made about them in the past.

Harry and Draco sat down next to each other in the last two empty chairs. The table was buzzing with conversation between the Weasley family, and also Hermione, Neville, Seamus and Dean. Almost all of the Seventh Year Gryffindors re-united, as well as two Sixth years, Ginny, and a Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. Charlie and Bill were there, Fred and George also. The only person missing from the menagerie was Percy, and no-one in the family spoke of him anymore.

They all chatted away, and no-one seemed to notice that neither Harry nor Draco was giving any attention to anyone but each other. Every so often, Ginny would sneak a glance at the pair, as if trying to prove what she had seen earlier had actually happened.

Harry and Draco spoke quietly, talking of insignificant things, Quidditch, Potions and Snape. They talk about the past, and the future.

When the starter plates were cleared, Harry felt the presence of a warm hand on his thigh. Draco again. He swore under his breath, he had only just willed away the hard-on from before, and Draco was enticing it back. The fingers which were now walking slowly up towards his crotch were tickling gently. Harry wasn't sure quite how long he could cope with this.

As if to save him, the main courses arrived. The hand fell from his leg, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He and Draco went back to talking, but this time, Harry had something of slightly more significance to say.

"Draco if you do that again I swear I'll…"

The flirtatious look from the Malfoy was almost more than Harry could handle.

"What will you do?" he whispered.

"Take you, right here on the table. And I wouldn't give a damn what any of this lot thought."

It was Draco's turn to blush. Harry lifted his fork, and 'accidentally' dropped it on the floor. He bent to get it, and in doing so, rubbed his hand on Draco's fast hardening erection. Draco gasped.

"Are you alright, Malfoy?" Enquired Ron from his right. "Want to swap places so you don't have to put up with Harry?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine! He dropped his fork, and stabbed me in the foot with it when he picked it up!" Laughed Draco, fast covering the fact that he was incredibly turned on.

"Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Don't pick on our guest!"

Harry simply shook his head in complete disbelief. Ron, sticking up for Draco? What the hell!

From that moment, the meal flew by. Draco was too scared of Harry's retaliation to try anything more, and Harry was to busy trying to make Draco jealous by talking animatedly to Ginny, who was seated to his left.

Once everyone had finished, they all went their separate ways.

Hermione and Ron made their excuses and went off upstairs to set silencing charms on their room and have a night of unbridled teen-lust-shagging.

The twins and the two older Weasley boys set off into muggle London for a night of lots of alcohol and unsuspecting muggle girls.

Ginny and Luna went to bed (separately) after a day of waaay too much shopping, and the Senior Weasleys made their way to the corner of the bar, when some oft heir friends were waiting for them.

So it was just Harry and Draco left. Harry had an idea, and decided to see if Draco was up for it.

"What you doing now Draco?" he asked, seeming just polite and interested.

"Going up to my room, having a wank and going to sleep." Replied his new friend.

"There's a muggle off-license just up the road. I say you and me go buy a bottle or two of nice wine and have a back to Hogwarts celebration."

"Fantastic idea. I'm in room 16, see you there in ten minutes."

Harry was shell-shocked. Not only had Draco agreed, he had invited him to his room!

"Oh and Harry," Draco butted into Harry's thoughts with an addition. "White if we have to have wine, if not, tequila or vodka?"

"One of each." Smiled the Gryffindor.

It was about fifteen minutes before Harry made it to room 16 with a bottle of Smirnoff, a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila and two rather nice bottles of white wine. He had also brought two wine glasses and two tumblers. In the pocket of his leather jacket were a salt shaker and a lime which he had 'borrowed' from one of the house elves at the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry was almost shaking with nerves as he tapped quietly on the door of room 16.

"It's open" came from inside.

He strolled in to find Draco sitting on what looked like a very comfortable sofa in front of the open fire. His room was more of a suite than a room, and Harry found himself being quietly envious of the blonde's affluence.

"Pull up a pew, Potter." Said Draco in his famous Malfoy drawl. He summoned one of the bottles of wine from the bag in Harry's hand, and used a flick of his wand to remove the cork. Picking up two cut crystal wine glasses from the floor next to the sofa, he poured two large glasses of wine and beckoned to Harry.

"Scared? I'm not going to eat you! Sit down."

For once in his life, Harry did exactly as he was told, and sat down. Malfoy handed him the glass of wine, and both felt that frisson of electricity from earlier as their fingers touched again.

"What is this Harry?" asked Malfoy. "All this time we've known each other and we only just started feeling this?"

Harry decided to lay his cards on the table. Metaphorically.

"Only just? I've felt like this since I first met you. Why? How long have you been feeling it?"

Malfoy smiled that genuine smile which was so rare on his aristocratic face.

"All bloody day."

Draco put his glass on the floor, and gently took Harry's from him and did the same. He leant forwards and mirrored his action from earlier in the day, tracing the tip of one finger down Harry's scar and then cupping the black haired boy's jaw in his fingertips. Harry slid his arm around Draco's waist and pulled him close.

They sat that way for a while, looking steadily into each others eyes, both terrified to move for either fear of breaking the moment (Draco), or not being able to control himself once he touched the other boy (Harry).

Harry leant forwards slightly further and kissed Draco's cheek. It was a strange mixture of intimate gesture and fear induced not-lip-kissing. He touched his lips to Draco's jaw. He blew lightly in the blonde's ear, causing Draco to shiver. This was seduction on the most torturous scale.

Draco suddenly moved; turning to Harry and looking right into his eyes, he moved his head forwards the tiniest of bits. Harry smiled again and bit Draco on the nose.

"You bastard!" yelped the Slytherin, and pulled away. Harry moved towards him again, this time placing his lips on Draco's.

The Slytherin shivered again, and leant into Harry's kiss, responding with every fibre in his body. Harry wrapped his whole body around the blonde's lithe form, pulling Draco on top of him and letting the blonde straddle him.

The pair sprang apart as there was a thunderous knock on the door.

"Harry, Draco, let me in immediately!"

"Shit." Said Harry. "Looks like someone told Molly Weasley."

A/N: Bye for now kiddies! Hope you all have a lovely day, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! If I get six reviews, I'll write SMUT!

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