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4

Flashback

It had been Harry's idea. Draco would never suggest such a thing. Malfoys do not sleep outside with the dirt and the bugs. So, Harry didn't intend to tell him about that part of the plan.

Harry grabbed a bottle of wine (a rather expensive bottle- the only kind Draco would drink) and two glasses. He put them in a picnic basket with a blanket and a bag of strawberries. He brought it outside and placed it in the grass beside the lake.

Well, it was more like a large pond than a lake. The advertisement for the property exaggerated a bit when it said lake-side. The water was always rather mucky, and when it got too hot in the summer it gave off an odd smell; but Harry liked it none-the-less.

The house was exactly what Harry wanted, and therefore exactly what Draco wanted, even if it was a bit small for his tastes. It was a two-story cottage in a secluded area outside of London that offered the couple comfort and privacy.

Since Draco had done most of the decorating, it looked classy and refined on the inside. The colors were light and airy, lots of silvers and pale blues and pale greens, and the furniture was mostly simple and geometric, but very expensive. The impressionistic artwork scattered about added to the cozy feeling.

As far as the outside, however… well, Draco didn't like getting his hands dirty. He hired gardeners to come once a month, but Harry usually did work around the yard and lake/pond too. He had secretly taken a liking to gardening, which he could never tell Draco. He always thought that manual labor was too lower-class for himself and his boyfriend.

Harry went back into the house to find his lover.

Draco was in the library, which he always said couldn't actually be considered a library compared to the one at Malfoy Manor. Unfortunately, the manor had been burned down after the war, along with several other large estates belonging to death eaters. Draco had been upset, to say the least.

He was curled up in a big soft armchair in the rather small library, immersed in a book. Harry leaned over him, and pushed the book down. Draco frowned up at his boyfriend, and Harry kissed the pouty lips. When he pulled back, Harry found Draco smiling at him.

"Hello, love," Draco said. "What are you doing?"

"Distracting you," Harry said with a smile.

Draco placed a ribbon in the book to mark his place, and reached a hand out to him. Harry pulled him up into a hug, and placed another gentle kiss on his lips.

"I have a surprise for you," Harry said.

"Does it involve you getting naked at some point?" Draco asked.

"If you play your cards right," Harry teased.

Draco thrust his hips into Harry's. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Harry laughed softly and kissed him again. Then he pulled away, and took Draco's hand, leading him out of the library.

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Once outside, Harry spread the blanket on the cool grass, and sat down on it. Draco looked at him questioningly. Malfoys do not sit in the grass, after all.

"Come on, Angel," Harry said, using his pet name for Draco.

He then gave his boyfriend the biggest smile and puppy-eyes he could manage. Draco conceded easily. He sat next to Harry and gave him a kiss.

"So, what are we doing out here?" Draco asked.

"Stargazing," Harry replied.

"Stargazing," Draco repeated after a moment. The look on his face told Harry he was about to be hit with a sarcastic remark or two.

"Yeah. With wine and strawberries," Harry amended.

"That's more like it," Draco said with a smile.

Harry poured the wine and handed a glass to Draco. He put the strawberries between them and Draco raised his glass.

"To what should we toast?" he asked his boyfriend.

"To us. To many happy years together." Harry replied.

They clinked glasses and drank. Draco seemed to be enjoying himself, and Harry was happy for that. He hadn't been sure how well Draco would take the whole stargazing thing. He really didn't like nature in general, but Draco seemed to be enjoying himself anyway.

Draco examined the strawberries.

"My favorite," he said.

"I know," Harry replied.

He picked one and fed it to Draco, who made sure to lick Harry's fingers as he did. Harry loved that feeling, and that combined with alcohol would quickly lead to sex. Harry wanted to prolong that, however. He pulled his hand away and ate one of the chocolates himself.

Draco pouted briefly at the loss, but was soon too distracted by the wine and fruit to care. The two sat in silence for a while, enjoying the flavors, the stars, and each other's company.

Draco broke the silence suddenly. "I spoke with Blaise today."

"How is he?" Harry asked.

"All right. He's dating some bloke from Paris now, but I don't think it will last much longer. You know how bad Blaise is with relationships," Draco said with a laugh.

"What's his longest now? Six months?" Harry replied.

"Seven," Draco said. "Anyway, he wants to know if he should expect us at his annual Halloween ball,"

"Yeah, but we'll be late," Harry said. "We're supposed to go to the Weasely's party."

"Do we have to?" Draco whined.

"Yes. They consider us family," Harry said.

"Fine, we'll go to the Weasel's silly party," Draco said miserably.

"Weasely," Harry corrected automatically. "We just hang out there for an hour or so, then we can go to your high-class friends and hang out with the socialites and gold-diggers."

"The upper-class does not 'hang out,' Harry," Draco scoffed. "We socialize, mingle, and dance, but we do not 'hang out.'"

Harry laughed again. "Of course not, love."

He kissed Draco on the cheek, and Draco pulled him into something more needy. He licked at Harry's lips, and the brunette parted his lips obligingly. Harry moved closer to Draco without breaking the kiss and moved to sit in the blonde's lap. He felt Draco's tongue in his mouth, his hands wandering his body, his hard cock pressing against his leg.

Harry pushed is boyfriend back until he was lying beneath him on the blanket. He slowly began to remove Draco's clothes, but the other man became impatient. Draco threw off his own clothes, and then began to work on Harry's. Soon, both sets were in the grass, and Harry found himself on top of a very naked, very needy Draco.

Draco's hands moved to Harry's arse, and began to knead the flesh there. Harry pressed his erection against Draco's, causing him to arch up into the dark-haired boy. He responded by tugging lightly at Draco's penis.

"I'm going to make love to you tonight," Harry said, and began nipping at Draco's neck.

"Mmm… isn't it… mmm, keep doing that… isn't it your turn to bottom?" Draco asked.

"I bottomed last time," Harry replied.

"Mmm," Draco conceded.

Harry grabbed his wand and muttered the lube spell. He lathered his own cock and Draco's opening liberally, before pressing into his lover. They started slow, enjoying the feel of each other.

Draco suddenly gripped Harry's arms and demanded, "More!"

Harry readily obliged, speeding up his movements to trigger their orgasms. Draco came before Harry, and the tightening of the muscles around his cock triggered Harry's release.

They collapsed together, regaining their strength and their breath. Harry pushed the picnic basket aside and placed his glasses on top of it. He pulled the blanket around them, and wrapped an arm and a leg around Draco, who snuggled into his embrace.

Harry kissed Draco tenderly. "Love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco replied sleepily.

The two of them gazed at the stars until they fell asleep.