Part 9: Seduction Techniques

There were no chances for Draco to contact Harry before New Year's Eve. He had modeling assignments to take care of that took him to Paris, Milan and New York in the 6 days leading up to New Year's.

Harry knew he was gone. But it gave him time to plan, and for what he wanted to do, he enlisted the help of Hermione and Snape.

He went to see Snape first. He found him in the basement of 12 Grimmauld working on some Potions for classwork and Wolfsbane for Remus.

"Sev, I need your help with something." Harry told him. Snape glanced up from his work for a moment.

"And what might that be?" He arched an eyebrow.

"I need oil, a lot of it to last 1 night."

"Are you the greased pig in a pig-catching contest?" Snape deadpanned.

"Severus!" Harry exclaimed, vexed. Severus laughed at the look on his face.

"It was a joke, Harry. Lighten up! Merlin makes me wonder if I was ever like you at your age." Harry gave him a look. "Nevermind, I know I wasn't. What kind of oil do you require?" He went back to stirring a bubbling red potion in one of the 4 cauldrons he was working out of.

"Something that smells and tastes like Draco." Snape looked up sharply to observe Harry closely. The young man before him had a twinkle in his eye he hadn't seen since Harry's Quidditch playing days at Hogwarts and there was a bounce to his step. He knew the look well. He'd been seeing the same look every morning for the last 6 years on his own face. Harry was finally in love.

He quickly made sure his 4 potions were faring well before turning his full attention to Harry.

"Tell me, Potter," he started in his teaching voice, "what does Mr Malfoy smell and taste like to you?"

"Sandalwood, red wine, chocolate and cinnamon." he answered without hesitation.

"Interesting." he nodded. "I think I can mix that up for you. How soon do you need it?"

"New Year's Eve?" he asked without much hope.

"I'll have it for you by then."

"Thanks Sev." Harry exclaimed brightly.

"But I'm only doing this because Remus would deny me his bed if I refused."

"Got it." Harry winked.

The next afternoon, he sought out Hermione. She was at home, alone, for once as he Flooed in.

"Harry!" she greeted with surprise. She helped him stand and cleaned the soot off with her wand.

"Why's it so quiet? Should I be worried?" he wondered. She laughed.

"No you needn't worry. Ron took the girls to practice with him today."

"Is that wise? Flying magical Bludgers and all."

"He's taken them before. It's okay. Tea? Cocoa?"

"Cocoa, please." He took off his coat and followed her into the kitchen. There were papers scattered all over the surface of the table. "What's all this?"

"New lessons for next term. Something you should be doing. School starts back in next week."

"I've done it already." he replied, shocking her.

"You're joking?"

"No I'm not. Had it all done just before Thanksgiving." Hermione stared at him to determine if he was pulling one over on her. When he neither smiled or laughed, she let out an even breath.

"Who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter?"

"What?" he asked, chuckling.

"You getting something done way before it's supposed to be done. How many times did you always put your homework off until the night before? I'm surprised you passed your OWLS." she laughed. He lightly punched her shoulder. "So I gather this isn't a social visit. What's up?"

"Did you get a peek at what Draco gave me for Christmas?"

"That package he had us owl to you? No. What was it?" He pulled a photograph out of his pocket. He had taken it the night before on some strange impulse and had used his aunt's instant camera for it. He handed it to Hermione and she looked at it. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh Harry! That's beautiful! What kind of tapestry is that?"

"It's called Heart of Hope. Apparently it starts off as a blank tapestry and as soon as the one who receives it touches it, it is supposed to reveal their most happiest memories."

"Let me guess: Hedwig was the first real birthday present you ever got from someone other than the Dursleys, the lion obviously stands for Gryffindor, Dumbledore who was more of a grandfather to you than anyone you've known, and then the day McGonagal helped you discover your Animagus form."

"And you always wondered why people called you The Smartest Witch of Our Age." he smiled, making her blush. "But you missed one."

"I did? Where?"

"The mountains and the starry sky. I always feel happiest when I'm outdoors, especially on my broom. One night I went out and saw the entire galaxy up there. It was beautiful."

"Are you sure you shouldn't have applied for Astronomy teaching instead of DADA?" she teased. Now it was his turn to blush. "Okay, tell me. What does this tapestry have to do with Draco?"

"As I was staring at it, the most incredible feeling came over me. It was like the lock around my heart finally broke and everything inside sprung free. And at that moment, I realized..."

"You fell in love. With Draco." she finished. He nodded. "Harry, that's wonderful! It's about time you realized it. I knew it some time ago but I wanted to let you figure it out on your own."

"Thanks Hermione."

"So where do I fit into all this?"

"I need you to help me plan a dinner for 2 people." He saw the gleam in her eye and knew the wheels were turning in her brain.

"An intimate dinner?"

"Yes."

"And where is this momentous occasion taking place? I assume you aren't going to try and seduce Draco at your aunt's."

"Merlin no! I don't know when she's coming back from her trip and that's the last thing I need is for her to walk in on us." he stated. "I was thinking about renting a suite at De Vere Whites."

"Oh that sounds so romantic! Of course I'll help you!" She quickly pulled out some parchment and they set about planning a menu.

New Year's Eve...11 am...

Draco popped into his flat and leaned up against the door, completely exhausted. The modeling tour had been an effort in futility as one mishap after another occurred; the designer was late, clothes were missing, there was a delay of 3 hours at the show in Milan, the set design crew ended up on the wrong plane for the New York show. And to top it all off, he had gotten food poisoning in Paris, causing him to miss that show completely because he spent most of the time in bed and bent over the toilet. All he wanted to do was close off his Floo, shut the curtains, take a nice long soak in the tub, and sleep for a week.

He had just climbed into the tub when a snowy white owl flew in the open bathroom window and landed on the edge of the tub. He opened one gray eye and looked at her.

"Oi! What does Potter want now?" he groaned, reverting back to his Hogwarts annoying git voice. Hedwig poked out her leg. Draco took the note and opened it.

Drae

If you're reading this, that means Hedwig saw you arrive home and delivered my note. Yes I had her camp out at your place until you arrived there, with instructions to come home twice a day for food if she didn't feel like hunting on her own.

Oh stop rolling your eyes.

I was wondering, if you aren't too exhausted from your trip, if you would do me the honor of joining me for dinner this evening and maybe see in the New Year together? Please send your reply back with Hedwig if you wish, yes or no. I really hope you say yes.

Harry

Draco sat back in the tub, reading over the note several more times, trying to figure out what it was about. He looked at Hedwig.

"Not going to tell me what this is about, are you?" he asked, stroking her chest. She nipped his finger in reply and stuck out her foot. "And you're not going to leave until I answer are you?" She hooted. "Well I can't very well get out of the tub starkers with you staring at me! Merlin save me, I'm talking to an owl." he groaned. To his surprise, Hedwig flew into the other room. He quickly finished his bath and pulled on his dressing gown. He found her perched on the back of the chair of his desk. "Do you mind?" He pointed to the chair and she flitted down to the desk. He sat down and quickly penned a reply. He gave Hedwig an owl treat and sent her on her way. Once she was gone, he got something to eat then lay down for a nap. If Harry was inviting him to dinner, he wanted to be at least somewhat cognizant through it.

Harry read the note Hedwig brought back to him and couldn't resist the huge smile that lit up his face. He read it again to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Harry,

If you ever send that bloody bird to spy on me like that again, I'm sending her back to you as next year's Christmas dinner. And she interrupted my bath, if you can believe it. Annoying flea infested creature.

And I wasn't rolling my eyes, you bloody git! (pause) Okay maybe I was, you stupid Gryffindor!

About this dinner, I just got home from a grueling tour and I'm exhausted. If you would permit me a few hours of sleep to refresh myself, I will be more than happy to join you at your place of choice.

I will expect a reply no earlier than say, 6:30? That will give me plenty of sleeping time and we can celebrate the coming of the New Year awake.

Thank you for the invitation. It was well-received and most unexpected.

Draco

Harry resisted the urge to jump up and down with delight. He had some finishing touches to put on his plan and he went to track down Snape once more.

He Flooed into the library of 12 Grimmauld, startling both Remus and Snape who were both on the floor, completely naked. Harry looked at the position they were in, head cocked to the side.

"I think I may try that with Draco." he nodded.

"Potter! Get out of here this instance!" Snape shouted. Harry had never seen the man blush before and it was quite entertaining.

"I'll just go wait in the kitchen, shall I?" he laughed, leaving the room. Snape looked down at his husband, who was struggling not to laugh.

"Remus I swear if he wasn't your surrogate godson, I'd have hexed his balls off."

"Oh don't be such a git, Sevvie. He didn't know we were here."

"And staring at us like we were on display!"

"Think of it as an education in sexual positions." Remus grinned.

"I'll give you a position you won't forget about!" Snape growled, continuing with what they were doing before they were interrupted.

"Randy little bugger aren't you?" Remus groaned as Snape moved into his flesh.

"And you love me for it." Snape gasped, leaning down to claim what was his with his lips and teeth.

It was an hour later before Snape made an appearance in the kitchen. Harry had made himself an ice cream sundae and was busy getting the last of it from his dish. Snape sat beside him looking thoroughly shagged.

"All done, then?" Harry asked without looking.

"Next time you Floo in here without so much as an announcement, I'll seriously hex you, Remus or no Remus." Snape growled, keeping a tight reign on his anger. Harry looked at him and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Sev. I was just all excited about tonight and I wasn't thinking." he stated honestly. Snape looked him in the eye and nodded, feeling his anger leave him in a rush. Truth be known, he was fond of Harry and deep down he knew Harry knew that as well. He could never stay mad at him, annoying git that he was.

"I take it Draco said yes?" Harry's smile returned in full force. "Then what are you doing here?"

"My oil? Is it finished?"

"Oh yes! Finished it this morning, actually. Accio oil!" A small brown vial floated into the room and he passed it to Harry with a little flourish. Harry pulled the stopper out and sniffed it. He closed his eyes and got the sense that Draco was right there in the room with him. He smiled.

"That's brilliant, Severus. Thank you." Harry moved toward him as if to hug him and Snape jumped out of his reach.

"I don't do hugging, Potter." he warned. Ignoring him, Harry advanced on him.

"I'm going to hug you whether you like it or not." Harry grinned. Squawking like a scared hippogriff, Snape took off running. Harry caught up to him in the library, where Remus was reading and he watched, howling with laughter, as Harry caught Snape in a bear hug.

"Remus stop cackling like a banshee and get this git off me!" Snape howled.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day Severus Snape would get a hug from Harry Potter." Remus laughed. "Oh come on Sev, you know you care. Give him a hug." Sighing, knowing his husband had him cornered, Snape wrapped his arms around Harry and gave him a small, brief hug. Harry released him instantly.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Harry grinned.

"Annoying Gryffindor brat." Snape grinning, ruffling the top of Harry's head. Harry looked at his watch and gasped.

"I've gotta go. Bye Remus, Thanks Sev." He stated, popping out. Snape looked at Remus.

"I think you owe me something." He watched as Remus closed his book and sauntered toward him.

"I think I do." Remus grinned, pulling him close for a kiss.

"Hermione!" Harry called, Flooing into her home. Hermione came running in from the kitchen.

"Harry, you scared me!"

"Sorry. Is everything ready?"

"Yes. Here's the list of what we planned so you can call for it when you need it." She handed him a small parchment. "I've got warming spells on everything except the apple cobbler. That one has both a warming and cooling spell because of the ice cream topping. You ready for this?"

"I have never been more ready for anything in my life."

"Nervous?"

"More like scared to death." he sighed. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. And repeat after me: I love Draco and I'm going to make this work."

"I love Draco and I'm going to make this work." He opened his eyes and smiled at his best friend. "Thanks, 'Mione. You've been wonderful through all this.

"How long have we been friends?"

"16 years and counting."

"Have either I or Ron let you down before?"

"No."

"Then have a little faith in us, okay?" she smiled, before pulling him into a hug. She quickly released him and stepped back. "Now go get your man." He kissed her cheek and left for home to get ready.

At 6:30 on the nose, Hedwig flew into Draco's bedroom and waited patiently for the blonde to uncover himself from the blanket he was currently tucked under. When Draco hadn't moved for over 20 minutes, she hooted. Draco bolted upright, and if Hedwig could laugh, she would have. His hair was sticking up all over the place. He turned bleary eyes to the owl on his night table and groaned.

"Not you again. What now?" He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When Hedwig was sure he was awake enough, she stuck out her foot. He took the note attached and she immediately left. "Bloody bird." he grumbled. He unrolled the note and looked at the short sentence written there.

Be out front at 9:00 sharp.

He looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 7. "2 hours to look presentable? He must be mad. You better be bloody worth it, Potter." He crawled out of bed and went to his wardrobe to plan his outfit. He chose his black suede pants, a white long sleeved mock neck and a dark green satin over vest. Then he went to take a shower.

After making sure his shoulder length blonde hair was perfect, he grabbed his black leather trench and put it on. He studied his image in his mirror.

"Draco you are one sexy bitch!" his mirror told him. He smiled then, doubling the effect and oozing sex. He headed out. At 9 on the dot, a black stretch limo pulled up in front of his building. The driver got out and looked at him.

"Mr Malfoy?"

"That I am." Draco smiled.

"I'm Terrance, your driver for this evening." Terrance opened the door and motioned for Draco to get inside. The inside of the limo was the same shade as his eyes. He wondered if that was coincidence. What's your game, Harry? What are you up to?

"Have you known Harry long?" Terrance asked as he pulled out into traffic.

"Almost 17 years. We didn't start out as friends though. I made it my school career to undermine him every chance I got."

"What changed? If you don't mind me asking." Draco's first instinct was to tell him it was none of his business as he used to do back in school. Then he had a suspicious thought.

"You're a Squib aren't you?" Terrence caught his eye in the mirror and nodded.

"You may have known my brother, though."

"Who is your brother?"

"Dean. Dean Thomas. He was friends with Harry. He died in the war, protecting him. My family was grateful that he brought Dean's body back to us and he told us that Lee died protecting Harry from a lethal curse."

"I'm sorry. About your brother. He was a good man."

"Thank you, sir."

"So why are you driving me to wherever it is you're driving me? And where are you driving me anyway?"

"Harry warned me you'd try asking. All I'm allowed to tell you is that you will have a wonderful time."

"Gryffindors seem to be the bane of my existence as of late." he grumbled. Terrance laughed.

"So you never did answer my question. What changed between you and him?"

"I don't know exactly. I just looked at him one day and realized that what we were doing was petty and unjust. There were bigger things going on than some old school rivalry. So I made the choice to end it. My parents almost killed Harry on that last day. I stopped them."

"That must have been hard for you."

"Actually, that was easy. The hardest thing I ever had to do was walk away from Harry."

"Why did you? Walk away I mean."

"I was scared."

"Of what?"

"That he would reject me. Like he did the first day I met him."

"I heard about that."

"Totally my fault you understand. I had such a high opinion of myself."

"I just bet." Terrance pulled up in front of the De Vere Whites and went around to let Draco out. Draco stepped out and looked up at the large building.

"Wow!" Terrance handed Draco a slip of parchment.

"I've been instructed to give this to you and wish you a pleasant evening." Terrance returned to the limo and drove away. Draco opened the parchment and a key rolled out in his hand. He looked at the note.

Penthouse 6

Draco went into the lobby and up to the front desk to ask for directions to Penthouse 6. He was directed to a private elevator and up he went. Using the key he was given, he unlocked the door and stared in awe. The room alone was beautiful in itself. But the view out on the balcony was spectacular. Shutting the door behind him, he stepped out onto the balcony to take in the entire city below. He didn't notice when Harry appeared in the doorway behind him.

Harry saw the delight on Draco's face and new he was doing the right thing. He wanted to make this night special for the both of them.

"The fireworks display should be spectacular from here." Harry stated, stepping onto the balcony. Draco, startled, turned to look at him and his breath caught in his throat. Harry was wearing a deep green long sleeved shirt, unbuttoned at the collar (he itched to press his lips to the exposed bit of flesh he could see). His lower body was encased in slimming black slacks accentuated with a black leather belt and on his feet were black dress shoes. In all their years at Hogwarts, Draco had never seen this side of Harry and it made his heart pound relentlessly in his chest. His vivid green eyes, behind his accustomed glasses, stared deeply into his own, and Draco knew he was lost before he'd begun.

"H-Harry?" Draco stammered, completely breathless.

"Draco?"

"You look fantastic."

"Thank you." he smiled, lighting up Draco's whole world. "Hungry?" Draco realized he hadn't eaten since he got home this morning and he nodded.

"What are we having?" Draco asked as they sat down.

"A little of this, a little of that. I'm totally winging it here." Harry pulled out his wand and whispered a spell. The table before them was instantly covered with food. "I didn't know what you liked so I got some chicken cacciatore and linguine Alfredo."

"Sounds delicious." Draco nodded, sniffing the air in front of them.

"White wine?"

"Please." Harry poured them both a glass and they sat down to eat. They slipped into pleasant conversation, reliving some of their school shenanigans.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry wondered, sipping his wine. Draco put down his fork.

"Okay."

"Why did you accept my dinner invitation? You could have said no."

"Would you have accepted a no answer?"

"I would have been hurt by it if that's what you mean, but I would have accepted it." Harry answered. "So why did you come?"

"You know how I feel about you. I had to come. My heart wouldn't let me refuse." Harry nodded, accepting his answer. Things were going better than he expected and some of his initial nervousness left him. After they were done with their main meal, he vanished their plates and brought forth their dessert. Draco's taste buds went into overdrive when he caught a glimpse of the apple cobbler. With a grin, he tucked into it. Harry simply sat back and watched him with a small smile. Draco finally noticed Harry wasn't eating his dessert and stopped. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing my arse. You're not eating and you're staring at me."

"You've got a little bit of apple on your chin."

"Where?" Draco grabbed his napkin and started to wipe it off, but he missed.

"Here, let me do it." Harry went around and knelt in front of him. "Hold still." He put a hand on Draco's shoulder, and a bolt of pure lust shot through his body. He leaned in close, sniffing Draco's unique sent. His tongue slipped out between his lips and lightly skimmed his jaw where the small bit of apple was. He heard Draco's breath hitch slightly and hid a smile. He stepped back and returned to his seat. Draco looked a little dazed.

"Thank you, Harry." Draco whispered.

"You're welcome, Draco." he replied, sipping his wine. Harry cast a silent music charm and a romantic tune began to play. He got to his feet and held out a hand. "Dance with me?"

"I've seen you dance. I don't want my toes mangled."

"I've improved. Indulge me?"

"All right." Draco put a hand in his and Harry pulled him to his feet. Draco felt an arm slip about his waist and resisted the urge to put his head on his shoulder. Harry slow danced him around the balcony, content with just holding him and Draco finally did put his head on Harry's shoulder. He felt Harry smile against his hair.

"Drae. I have something I need to say to you."

"Whatever it is, can it wait?" Draco asked, scared Harry was going to refuse him once again. Harry pulled back and looked at him.

"No, it can't. It's important." Too good to be true. Draco sighed, moving out of Harry's arms. He sat down on one of the stone benches lining the balcony. Harry sat next to him, wondering where to start. "God I'm nervous." he sighed. Draco noticed his hands were shaking and placed his over them. Harry smiled.

"Harry, whatever it is you have to tell me, just tell me already. I'm a big boy."

"I know what I want to say. I just don't know how to say it."

"You don't want me here, do you?" Draco blurted. Harry looked rightfully shocked.

"Merlin, no! That's the farthest from the truth there is!" Harry exclaimed.

"Then what is it?" Harry looked away for a moment, running his fingers through his hair. "Harry tell me what's wrong or I'm leaving." Harry looked up at him then, straight in the eye and straight into his heart.

"Draco Malfoy. I love you." There he said it. It was Draco's turn to looked shocked.

"Repeat that please. I think I'm hearing things." Draco whispered, closing his eyes. Harry moved closer to him and placed a light kiss on his lips.

"I love you, Draco. I think I've always been in love with you. People close to me could see it but I was blind to it." Draco opened his eyes, staring into Harry's.

"When did you finally figure it out?"

"Christmas. When you gave me that tapestry."

"Oh it worked then?"

"Yes. I'll show it to you sometime soon. But all that aside, you freed my heart that night. It now belongs to you. If you still want it, that is. Will you keep my heart, Draco?" Harry looked at him in earnest.

"Always, Harry. Always. And I love you too." And with that, Harry sealed his lips over Draco's. Draco melted into the kiss with total abandon, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.

Harry moved his lips downwards and across the pulse at the base of his neck, eliciting a moan of desire from the blonde haired man in his arms. He tugged on an earlobe with his teeth before soothing the spot with his tongue.

"Harry!" Draco groaned.

"I want to make love to you, Drae." Harry whispered in his ear before tugging him to his feet. He lead him into the bedroom, leaving the balcony door open. Draco stood still while Harry slowly undressed him, planting little kisses, licks and bites across each piece of flesh that was exposed to him. Draco was harder than he'd ever been before and resisted the urge to shudder when Harry's breath stole across his flesh. Wet and warmth enveloped him and he fisted his fingers in Harry's hair as Harry took him into his mouth.

"Oh Harry!" Draco groaned, looking down. He watched his aching flesh move in and out of Harry's mouth, feeling his tongue and teeth scraping gently over him. Harry released him and got to his feet, pulling Draco in for a deep kiss. Draco tasted himself on Harry's tongue and moaned into his mouth. Harry pushed him backwards gently until they were laying on the bed, Harry still fully clothed with a writhing and naked Draco beneath him. "Harry, please!" Draco whispered, as Harry's teeth scraped across his sensitive nipples.

"Not yet, love." Harry whispered. He sat back and Draco watched him slowly undress. When he was as naked as Draco, he moved up over his body and pressed himself onto him, their hardness rubbing together. Draco's eyes closed on a sigh. He had dreamed of this moment for so many years and now it was finally happening. A tear squeezed from the corner of his eyes and he felt Harry touch it with his tongue.

"Why the tears?" he asked. Draco opened his eyes.

"I never thought you would feel anything for me other than hatred. And now we're here."

"Full circle, love. And I don't regret one moment of how we got here. You shouldn't either."

"I don't, Harry. Not with you."

"Good." Harry smiled, kissing him again. No more words were needed for the moment.

They rubbed their bodies together, their scents mingling in the air. Just when Draco thought he would die from the pleasure, Harry stopped. Draco's eyes flew open, then closed on a breathy sigh when Harry took him into his mouth again. But only for a moment as it seemed Harry had other plans. Draco watched him, eyes heavy as Harry retrieved a bottle of something from the bedside table. Draco's heart began to pound again.

"Turn over, love." Harry whispered. Draco complied, spreading his legs for easier access. He started as he felt the cool oil being dribbled down his spine. "Okay?"

"It's a little cold." he replied.

"Not for long." Harry nodded. Draco felt the bed shift and then Harry was straddling his legs, his hardness pressed into the cleft of his arse. He resisted the urge to thrust against the sheets beneath him. Harry's hands pressed against his back, rubbing the oil into his skin.

"That smells good." he moaned.

"I had it specially made."

"What is it?"

"I call it Essence of Draco." Draco turned his head to look at him.

"Why?"

"Because it smells like you." Harry shrugged. Touched beyond words, Draco put his head back down and gave himself over to the feelings. Harry dribbled some oil onto his fingers and gently inserted a finger into the small puckered entrance. Draco moaned into his arm. "Good?"

"Yes." Draco hissed. Harry gently teased him, hitting his prostate a couple of times. "More!" Obliging him, Harry inserted another finger, scissoring them together. Draco pushed back against his hand in need. Harry slicked some oil over his hardness and gently removed his fingers.

"Get on your knees, love." Harry whispered, placing a love bite on his hip. Draco eased himself up and felt the tip of Harry's cock at his entrance. Bit by bit, Harry eased in until his balls were pressed against his own.

"God, Drae you are so tight." Harry moaned.

"Please, Harry! Don't keep me like this!" Draco replied. Harry pulled out slightly before pushing back in. It burned for a moment and Draco bit his lip. Harry reached around and found Draco's weeping hardness. He fisted him slowly, easing in and out of Draco at the same rate, driving the blonde insane with lust. Whispered words of love and flesh against flesh were the only sounds to be heard. Outside the fireworks started going off while inside, another type of display was going on. As the fireworks increased in crescendo, so did the moans and groans from inside their own little world. And exactly at midnight, they both came together, screaming each other's names.

Later...Draco was spooned against Harry's front, while Harry was running his fingers gently through Draco's soft hair. Draco looked up at him, sated, sleepy and happier than he'd been in years. Harry read the love in his eyes and placed a gentle kiss on his brow.

"Sleep, love." Harry whispered.

"Will you be here when I awake so I know this whole thing wasn't some cruel joke?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Harry smiled. Draco snuggled into the crook of Harry's arm that was under his head. "I love you, Drae." he whispered, snuggling closer to him.

"And I love you, Harry." Draco whispered. Soon they were both asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

Author's Note: The hotel Harry chose is real. I have a link for it, I just don't know how to include it in my story.