On Friday, he found a note on his desk when he came up from the gym.

'I have a surprise for you.'

It was written in an elegant script, and there was a sketch of a daisy in lieu of a signature.

He had already owled his address to Draco last night. By six o'clock, he had changed into everything that he owned. He had showered three times longer than normal, and his flat was spotless. Draco knocked at his door right on time.

He was holding a bouquet of Thornless Roses, which he offered to Harry.

"Thank you," he said. "These are beautiful, where did you get them?"

"From the Manor grounds, of course."

"Please, come in." He gestured Draco inside and went to the kitchen to put them in water. "Are they all from your gardens?" he called.

"Yes."

He returned to the living room to see Draco unpacking a bag.

"Um...Draco?" He never called him that unless they were having sex. "About Ben." He rubbed the back of his neck. "He's a Muggle, and it didn't work out."

"Pity," he smirked.

"Are you really marrying Astoria?"

Draco snorted. "Don't be absurd. She's not you. Strip." He placed some potions on the side. "No arguments, we have little time."

He chuckled and stripped down to his underwear. Draco pressed on his shoulders to sit him on the sofa. He uncapped a vial of magenta liquid, and Harry eyed it warily. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing your hair." Draco buried his fingers in his hair. "There was a very handy potion designed for people like you. Funnily enough, your grandparents invented it." He showed him the label, 'Sleekeazy's Hair Potion'.

"…Oh. Wow." Draco dressed him like a child, and buttoned, cufflinked, and zipped him up.

"Did you know we're fifth cousins twice removed? I had to study my ancestry."

"Really?" Harry laughed. "So, we're family? You'll have to tell me more."

"I will."

Harry summoned two Butterbeers before leaving to study his reflection in the mirror. He wore an open-necked crisp plum shirt, and fitted trousers. His hair was sleek and smooth. "I look like I'm going for a strange job interview."

"No, you look sexy." Draco uncorked the drink and crossed his legs. "And that is why you need my help."

"What do you want?"

Draco snorted. "What sort of question is that?"

He sat next to him and fiddled with his shirt cuffs. "You know what I mean."

"Look at me, Harry." He swivelled to face Draco, who reached out to trace his lips. "I want to take care of an orphan. I'm a keen humanitarian."

Harry smiled and closed his eyes. It was suddenly very warm in the room. "How noble of you." He kept them shut as hands caressed his face, drawing him in, for lips to brush against his too tenderly to pretend it was simply craving that drove them. Responding in the same careful manner, his lips communicated what his voice would not. Draco's hand tangled in his hair, and Harry stroked his back, Butterbeer spilling onto the carpet.

Harry drew back. "Why have you never taken me back to yours?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and fiddled with Harry's earlobe. "It is rather intense, visiting the Manor. You'd be meeting at least a hundred relatives, considering the number of portraits." A wrinkle appeared between his brows. "I'm aware it will not hold…happy memories for you."

"Oh." He nodded at his feet.

Draco put his Butterbeer down on the coffee table. "Look. We barely know each other—"

"—I know how you taste. I know that you're brave—"

"—Potter, shut up and let me finish." Harry's lips pressed together in a tight line, and Draco paused. "Harry." His grey eyes squeezed shut. "I would like to know you better…if that is agreeable with you. If you would like to know me better, that is—"

He put a forefinger on Draco's lips to shut him up. "Open your eyes." Draco obeyed. "Yes. Yes, I would."

Draco's shoulders relaxed, and he quenched a smile. He held Harry's wrist, keeping it close to his mouth, and twisted it so he could brush his lips to the back of his hand. Taking out his wand and setting it on the table, Draco bowed his head.

Vulnerable. Unarmed. Eyes low.

"Do what you will."

"Come to dinner with me," Harry demanded. "Hogsmeade. Let's show our faces at the party and we can leave early. I'll Apparate us to the village square and walk you to that new restaurant. I didn't want to go tonight, anyway."

"We are of one mind, it would seem. It would be my pleasure."

"No." He threaded their fingers. "It would be mine."

Draco cleared his throat. "Speaking of pleasure…I would not be averse to being fashionably late."

Closing the Floo, he caught sight of Draco's grin. "Come here."

Draco obeyed. He palmed Draco's erection through his trousers and kissed him under his ear.

"This shan't take long," Draco said. "I've been fantasising about you all day." His eyes blazed. "You haven't asked me about your surprise."

He yanked Draco's trousers down to his thighs. His cock sprang out and rested against his flat stomach. "No underwear…"

Draco smirked at him. "You're welcome."

Harry got to his knees. "My second present. Thank you." Pre-come leaked out of the tip, warm and sticky. He dragged his hands over every coarse blond hair on his thighs.

Before he could tell Harry how gorgeous he looked, he shot a wicked grin, and dove onto his cock.

Any lingering thoughts evaporated like rain in a desert the moment Harry enveloped his entire cock in his hot mouth, his tongue caressing the underside of his shaft.

He gasped as Harry's nose brushed against his pubes, his knees buckled, and he sank down onto the carpet.

As quickly as it began, Harry stopped. He looked at his achievement in satisfaction. With a thud, his new belt and trousers dropped to the floor. He fumbled with his cufflinks, before holding them out to Draco.

Draco shook his head slowly and helped him out of his shirt.

"Please, Malfoy. It's my dream to join the Slytherin team this year. Are you sure there's nothing I can do to persuade you?"