He traced Potter's lower lip with his tongue, who clambered on his lap and clung to him like a limpet. He made sure they were thoroughly wrapped in the cloak.

Kissing Harry. He could do this all day.

Coffee. Pastry. Lemon.

He tugged Harry by the legs and buttocks to draw him deeper into the kiss. Harry broke away to nip at his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. His fumbling hands were at Draco's hips, parting scarlet robes, gaining entry to his underwear. "We shouldn't," Harry repeated.

Draco tongued a drop of salty sweat running down his cheek. "Do it anyway, you fucking tease." He undid Harry's trousers. "I have to put up with you every day of the week, and this is my reward," he growled.

Not every day.

He fished his wand out from his robes, and cast a Cushioning Charm for Harry's knees.

Harry paused, hesitant. "…May I—?" His hand hovered over Draco's cock.

Draco frowned at the space between them, then caught and kissed Harry's palm. Green eyes burned into his. "Do what you will."

Nodding, he released Draco's cock from his underwear and fisted it.

Too long. It had been too long.

Draco's eyes crinkled, and he leaned up for another deep kiss. He lived for this. Harry's wild hair was soft as he raked his fingers across his scalp. He reached between them and sought Harry's thick cock. He feasted his eyes on Harry's expression as he stroked him, face tense, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

Draco froze in wide-eyed shock as a dog dashed past. Harry snorted in shocked laughter.

"Shut up or I'll silence you," he hissed. The mirth dropped off his face as Draco pumped faster and harder. Harry stroked Draco in time.

His eyes widened as Harry stopped to retrieve a vial of lube from his inner pocket. He knocked Draco's hand aside, and gathered them together in one slicked palm. As he stroked them both slowly, gently, Harry bit his lip. He reached up to brush strands of hair off Harry's forehead, which was damp with sweat. A double-decker bus and motorbike whined past. Harry's breathing grew harsher, and Draco gasped into his mouth.

He clutched Harry's shoulders, thighs, then hips, and couldn't decide whether to look up or down. His end approaching, he rested his head on Harry's chest. A Muggle jogger sprinted by on the beach below. Harry gripped them harder. The sound of lube was obscene. Harry went faster.

"I'm…I'm—" Harry quietly gasped, shuddering as he came over his fist, coating Draco's cock with his come. As this was the most erotic sight he had ever beheld, Draco followed quickly afterwards. He was powerless to move his hips against Harry's weight as he finished in Harry's hand. Harry kissed the corner of Draco's lips whilst he caught his breath.

He peered around Harry. "Still no ferry."

Potter laughed weakly, and cleaned them up with his wand and returned their appearance to normality. "Good."

He couldn't resist drawing Potter in for a kiss, who deepened it whilst stroking the nape of his neck.

"I always lose my head around you." Looking around, he saw that they were alone. "Come on, let's go." He pulled Potter up, who traced the veins over the back of Draco's hand.

They were still holding hands when they returned to the Minister's office, though quickly sprang apart. Kingsley acted as though he hadn't seen.