AN: This took too long in coming out. Like way too long. I have no excuses. I am sorry. Please enjoy some smut and forgive me.

Harry was once more sitting in his office, spinning idly in his chair. He was supposed to be reviewing the latest bi-monthly scans of Auror's wands, but all he could think about was the spell Blaise had shown him the previous night. How when you twisted your wand in just the right way, you could make frosting twirl into perfect little peaks.

They'd had rather a lot of fun getting it right and the only thing that had stopped Harry from licking a failed attempt off Blaise's cheek was Teddy. Harry's godson had spent the evening 'helping' them by taste-testing all of their attempts.

It had been one of the best nights of Harry's life.

He sat forward and picked up another boring report when there was a knock on his door.

"Oh, thank Merlin," he muttered. "Come in!"

Emmanuella stuck her head around the door. "The Minister wants to see you, Harry, right away."

Harry jumped up, "Thanks, Emma, you're a lifesaver." He said as he hurried out the door.

She raised a speculative eyebrow after him and then went to prepare some very important paperwork. If her suspicions were correct, she had best get everything in order, and that included herself.

Harry breezed passed Gracie and knocked on Kingsley's door before letting himself in.

"Ah, Harry. Good to see you. Sit down." The bald man said, gesturing to a seat in front of his desk.

Harry sat and waited for Kingsley to tell him why he had been summoned.

"So, the Auror department is doing well." Kingsley began.

Harry nodded.

"And the last Death Eater has been caught."

Harry nodded again.

"And you're dating my nephew."

Harry had begun nodding at the dating comment, caught up as he was in the flow and froze as he processed Kingsley words.

"Erm.. nephew?" He asked weakly.

Kingsley picked up the copy of the Prophet he had on his desk and unfolded it to show the picture of Harry and Blaise kissing outside a restaurant in . Harry couldn't hold back his smile as he thought of Blaise and the memory of their first public date.

They had just finished dinner at a cafe that Fortescue's son had opened up on Flitterbloom Way. They were making their way back out onto the street so that they could apparate into Muggle London and catch a film when they were spotted by paparazzi.

Harry had seen that despite his words and assurances in Blaise's restaurant, there were still some doubts in his eyes. So to reassure him, Harry had taken his hand and tugged him down into a kiss, right there on the pavement.

Blaise had been tense at first. But he soon relaxed despite the squawks of shock and excitement coming from the paparazzi.

"Quite a way to come out," Blaise had murmured against Harry's lips when they pulled apart.

Harry shrugged, "I would need to one way or another and this way I get to lay claim you too. Plus, no pointless speculation or rumour mongering. It's obvious now that we're an item."

Blaise had smiled beautifully at him for that and pulled Harry up for another kiss, apparating them away as the vultures descended.

That had been three days ago and Harry had spent every night in Blaise's presence since. Work no longer seemed so important as to keep him at his desk until he was too tired to see straight.

Kingsley lay the paper back on his desk and the movement brought Harry out of his reminiscence.

"Erm.." He said again, "Blaise and I are dating, yes."

Kingsley only arched a brow at him and Harry found himself feeling like a teenager meeting the parents for the first time and he could not stop himself from babbling.

"Um, well, you see. We just sort of started bumping into one another, and I spilt coffee on him, then he tricked me into a date at the ball, and we had a bit of a misunderstanding but we've sorted that out now, and we agreed to start seeing each other properly and he's even met Teddy and I met Gabriella, sort of. She's terrible at conjuration by the way. And I really do care for him and-"

Kingsley held up a hand for Harry to stop and Harry clamped his jaw shut.

"Blaise is very important to me, Harry. I've no children of my own and so I shared my sister's when her husband, Blaise's father, passed." Harry nodded as Kingsley paused, "I want more for him than whatever hours you can spare after work."

Harry opened his mouth to make an objection but Kingsley was already plowing ahead.

"I want you to take some time off. At least a week. You have more than enough vacation time and Finnegan is capable of taking on your role. Take that time to see if a serious relationship with my nephew is something you can do. I hold great affection for you, Harry. You know that."

"Yes," Harry said, feeling the need to at least verbalise his acknowledgement. He and Kingsley had worked too closely since he was a teenager for them not to have more than a purely professional relationship.

"I also want you to take this time for yourself, Harry. Find out what is you want. And do not hurt my nephew in the process."

Kingsley's eyes were full of warning and dark promises. Harry knew that Kingsley didn't care one whit for who he was to the public and that usually comforted Harry. Not this time though, he didn't want to find out what might happen if he hurt Blaise.

He swallowed and thought over what Kingsley had asked of him. He hadn't really given any thought to taking vacation time. But it did sound like a good idea. Kingsley was right, the Death Eaters were all caught now.. he could spend some time with Teddy and Lucy, and a lot more time with Blaise. If the man didn't object to his presence.

"I'll do it." He said decisively and Kingsley smiled at him. Harry was relieved to see the smile was his normal one. He stood to leave and his hand was on the door knob when Kingsley called out to him.

"Oh, and I expect I'll be seeing you at the family brunch on Saturday?" He phrased it as a question. But Harry heard the order in his tone and he nodded before hastily slipping out the door.

He made his way to his office and informed Seamus and Emma of his vacation time. He spent the remainder of the afternoon with Seamus, catching him up on where Harry was with everything.

When he finally left for the day and the indeterminable future, Harry didn't really understand Emma's knowing smile, nor her good luck hug. But he shrugged it off for now and instead focused on what he was going to do when got home.

Harry had immediately flooed home to Grimmauld and quickly gotten changed before he apparated to a local fresh air market he was fond of, on those rare occasions he went out to buy food. He had the thought of cooking something at home for Blaise.

He spent half an hour picking over the local produce and flirting with the little old ladies who ran the stalls. There was one half-blood witch amongst the muggle old ladies and she teased him mercilessly about Blaise. The other ladies hearing that Harry had a man, quickly joined her and Harry arrived home with two bags of groceries and a furious blush.

He sent his patronus to Blaise, still never having had the heart to replace Hedwig, and set about preparing the meal.

Blaise arrived an hour later, flooing directly into the remodelled kitchen. Harry turned and he became stuck on his greeting as he watched Blaise's long fingers unlatch his travelling cloak and hang it on a peg by the fire. Old Gertie's words playing in his head, along with her wicked cackle.

"Does he have long fingers? I love a man with long fingers. Especially when he knows what to be doing with them. You know what they say about lads with long fingers, ladies!"

The answering titters and giggles from the elderly matrons turned Harry's cheeks red even now, hours later, but it had been their teasing questions to get him to confirm the theory that had him fleeing their company.

It wasn't like Harry could answer them anyway. He'd never seen Blaise with his shoes off, let alone his pants. He couldn't connect the dots for them. Not that he wanted to. Well, he did want to, with Blaise, not them. His jumbled thoughts leaving him with horrifying thoughts of hetero acts with old women.

He shook himself hard and heard Blaise chuckling.

"What's got that look on your face, Harry?" He murmured as he drew close to kiss him in greeting.

The soft contact of his lips on Harry's clearing his thoughts and relaxing his posture.

"You don't want to know," Harry told him as they drew apart.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "I always want to know what you're thinking."

Harry grinned back at him, "That's sweet, a little sappy, but I like it." Harry raised himself onto his toes and kissed Blaise again. "Trust me when I tell you that you don't want to know though. It's just silly thoughts."

Blaise returned the kiss and then tried to help Harry finish off the meal. Harry quickly admonished him and sat him at the table while he put the finishing touches on the stuffed peppers and rested the steaks. Blaise filled Harry in about his day as he set about creating a sauce to compliment the meal.

"-and I'm having problems filling some of my positions, I interviewed twenty people today, Harry. Twenty. All I came out with was two waiters." Blaise sighed and sipped from the glass of red he had poured as Harry plated up.

Harry came to place the plates on the table and sat across from Blaise. "I'm sorry, what positions have you still got to fill?"

Blaise poured Harry's wine and replied, "There's the other chef position and the maitre d'. I wouldn't mind another waiter or two either."

Harry nodded as he cut into his steak.

Blaise followed his example and moaned as the steak touched his tongue. "Merlin, Harry. This is exquisite." He said once he had swallowed his mouthful.

Harry blushed and waved off his compliment. "So, what was wrong with your candidates?" he asked.

"Some were just too inexperienced, I want someone who already knows what they're doing. I don't want to have to teach someone. There's a difference between exploring techniques and not knowing how often you should stir a sauce."

Harry winced as Blaise told him the story of how one applicant had started a bernaise sauce to simmer and then entirely forgotten about it as he fiddled with getting 'just the right amount of spice' on his chicken.

"-oh, and then there was the chap who couldn't shut up about the importance of only using wines specific to the regions in which they originated. I swear he almost had a heart attack then there when I showed him the wine list, especially when he saw the Shiraz section."

"But," Harry began, "The Barossa Valley has some of the finest Shiraz in the world! Grant Burge, Peter Lehmann, The Penfold's Bin 150 in particular-"

Harry stopped short as Blaise shook his head, "He wouldn't even try it. Believe me, I opened a bottle for him and he sneered about subpar grapes grown by convicts and he left!"

Harry muttered about wine snobs and took a swig of the wine Blaise had brought over. He couldn't help but look at the bottle now and snorted as he read the label, 'Cat Amongst the Pigeons' indeed.

"Then one of them turned out to be a reporter, I figured that out pretty quickly when he couldn't stop asking about you and thought that garnish was a type meat."

Harry looked up quickly then, his fork quickly dropping back down to his plate. "Oh Blaise, I'm so so-"

Blaise shook his head quickly and covered one of Harry's hands with his own. "Harry, if I couldn't handle nosy reporters I wouldn't have begun dating you. It's okay, I'm not upset. I very quickly bounced his arse back through the floo and then changed the password."

"Still-"

"No. You have nothing to apologise for."

"But-"

Blaise fixed him with a warning glare and Harry sighed, "Alright, alright," he muttered.

Blaise nodded and after giving Harry's hand a squeeze, returned to his meal, "So tell me about your day."

"Well, it was rather boring actually, right up until I got 'the talk' from your Uncle. You never mentioned you were related to Kingsley. It makes sense now why you were having lunch with him the first time we ran into one another." Harry replied raising his eyebrows at Blaise.

Blaise grimaced, "Ah, do I need to apologise? He wasn't too overbearing I hope? Uncle Kings is quite protective of us."

Harry snorted, "he 'invited' me to Saturday brunch and he ordered me to take a vacation."

Blaise's eyebrows shot up. "He ordered you on vacation?"

Harry took another sip of wine and nodded, "Yeah, he said I've been working too hard and that he's been to make me take some time off for a while now."

"So what are you going to do with it?" Blaise asked.

"Spend some time with Teddy and Lucy, and with you?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Blaise's wide grin was all he needed for an answer. They finished their meal, talking about small inconsequential things like the linens Blaise had ordered for the restaurant and where Harry was going to take Lucy and Teddy. They moved to the living room with the bottle of wine and left the dishes under a spell to clean themselves.

They sat curled on the sofa in front of the fire talking softly and enjoying one another's presence.

Harry set his glass done with a clink of finality and Blaise looked at him curiously. Harry moved closer to Blaise and slid into his lap. Blaise's casual curiosity became something much more focused as Harry leant down to kiss him.

Blaise's hands gripped his hips and his mouth opened under Harry's as they let themselves loose in the moment. Harry groaned when he felt one of Blaise's hands trail up his back to wind itself in his hair, tugging lightly on it to manipulate Harry into a position that pulled them tighter against one another.

Harry rolled his hips down onto Blaise, and felt his arousal at their actions. He gasped and pulled back, breathing shaky as he tried to catch his breath.

"Come upstairs with me." Harry tried to make it a question, he did, but it came out as more of a plea.

"Gods, yes," Blaise answered before Harry could be embarrassed by it though and their mouths were sealed together once more.

Harry scrambled out of the low lounge and he pulled Blaise with him towards the stairs. Blaise pushed him against the wall before the could begin to climb and Harry felt his hands roam all over before settling on his arse.

Harry followed the pressure Blaise placed there and rocked his hips against his groin even as his hands scrabbled with the buttons on the Blaise's shirt.

Ripping it open when he became too impatient to undo the last few remaining buttons he moaned deep in his throat as his hands met warm smooth flesh.

Blaise's answering hard squeeze to his cheeks brought his mind back somewhat from the spiralling sensations and he managed to find the first stair with his foot. Blindly leading them up the first flight.

Harry pushed Blaise against the banister on the first floor and divested him completely of his shirt. Completely uncaring as it fluttered down to the ground floor, he let his eyes roam unabashedly over Blaise's muscular frame. He wet his lips and grinned back at a smirking Blaise before long fingered hands reached for his belt and smooth lips covered his once more.

Harry was aware of the sound of his belt hitting the floor and his hands busied themselves with similar item around Blaise's waist. His belt hitting several steps as they made their way up the next flight.

Harry made the mistake of trying to toe off his shoes and climb at the same time and he brought them both crashing down on the next landing. Blaise chuckled as he caught a hold of the rail and of Harry, saving them from harm, before reclining him back on the floor.

Harry bit his lip in a grin and Blaise growled at the sight before crashing their mouths back together. His body covering Harry's on the antique rug in the hall. His tongue sweeping hotly into Harry's mouth. Harry groaned and kicked off his shoes, wrapping his legs around Blaise's waist as he did so. Blaise rose up pulling Harry with him and slammed him into the wall. Gaining a few muttered complaints from the nearby portraits.

Blaise's hands roamed over Harry's legs and yanked his socks off, sending them flying over his shoulder, Harry didn't care to see where they landed. He then slid them under Harry's shirt and pulled the garment over his head. Breaking their kiss only momentarily before resuming it.

"Where," he muttered into Harry's mouth.

"Bedroom," Harry gasped back, pulling back from the kiss for a moment, "Two doors. That one," he indicated with his head. Blaise glanced down the hall and nodded. Wrapping one arm around Harry's waist and the other behind his head to bring his lips back to his own. He started down the hall.

Harry felt the cool wood of the door on his back and he let go of Blaise's neck with one hand to grope for the doorknob. The door swung open behind him and Blaise walked inside only to release his grip on Harry so that he fell onto the bed with a flump.

Harry was panting as he looked up at Blaise. His mouth going dry as he took him in. Blaise's hands were on his fly and he was kicking off his shoes. Harry quickly divested himself of his jeans and scooted back on the bed as he watched Blaise do the same. He watched as Blaise peeled off his trousers to reveal tight black pants. Harry swallowed heavily.

Blaise crawled onto the bed. Eyes burning with lust and emotion and Harry reached for him. Their mouths met messily and Harry revelled in the feeling of Blaise's tight muscles under his hands. Blaise's arms framed Harry against the mattress and his body pressed against him heavily. Harry slid a hand down Blaise's back to slip under the waistband of Blaise's pants. Causing the man to pull back from the kiss as he looked down at Harry.

"What do you want, amore?" he asked huskily.

Harry flushed a little at being questioned so openly. "I want, erm, I mean, can I..?" he trailed off but Blaise seemed to understand what he was asking for as he grinned and rolled over. Pulling Harry between his legs as he did so.

"Anything you want, tesoro."

Harry balanced on his knees as he leant up to kiss Blaise. One hand fumbling in the drawer beside the bed. Cursing internally before the familiar bottle smacked into his hand.

He started to trail his kisses down Blaise's neck, nipping lightly at his skin as he moved slowly down that magnificent body. Peeking between his lashes he watched as Blaise put his hands behind his head and met Harry's eyes. Harry felt a heady rush as he hooked his fingers into Blaise's pants and pulled them from his body. Blaise's cock bouncing free of its confines at last.

Harry's first thought as he saw it was that Old Gertie was onto something with her long fingers theory. Blaise bent one leg at the knee. Pulling his foot back towards his arse invitingly.

Reaching with careful fingers, Harry cupped the erection in front of him, ellicating a groan from Blaise in response.

Harry shook the oil in his hand to warm it a little and then poured some directly onto Blaise, using it to slick his way as he continued to stroke him. The oil ran down over and around Blaise's balls and Harry quickly capped the lid and halted its progress with his other hand. Using both hands he began to slowly tease his partner before circling one finger at Blaise's entrance.

Receiving a nod to his questioning glance, Harry pressed his finger inside and bit back a filthy moan at the pressure he felt surrounding. Blaise had no such compunctions, and he actively pushed down to take more of Harry's finger.

Harry tried to hold back and prepare his lover without hurrying, but Blaise's insistent urging had him pressing in another finger quickly. Harry shuffled forward, trapping his hand between them as he wrapped the other around both erections. Harry gasped at the sensation and Blaise thrust his head back into the pillow as he arched into Harry's hand.

"Harry," Blaise groaned aloud, "Harry, come on, I don't need much."

Harry nodded, unable to say anything as he pulled his fingers out of Blaise. The other keening lowly at the loss.

He grabbed the oil again and ensured he was slicked up, pinching at the base of his cock to try and stave off his orgasm for a bit longer.

It seemed to be for naught though as he pushed inside Blaise. Harry dropped his head onto Blaise's collarbone and fought his body for control.

"Fuck," he gasped harshly. Blaise's hand made its way into his hair and he was yanked into a bruising kiss. With care and paying attention to any signs Blaise might make. Harry began to move.

The tight walls of Blaise's body clenched around him and Harry rocked gently into his lover. Blaise startled gasp a moment later made him grin and pick up speed and he felt Blaise's hands tighten on his body even as his eyes rolled up with a moan.

Harry tried to keep it going for as long as he could, but it had been so long since the last time he'd done this, and longer still since he had cared for someone even remotely close to the feelings he had for Blaise that he was soon overwhelmed. Reaching down to take Blaise's cock in hand, he felt a hand cover his.

Meeting Blaise's eyes as they rocked and moved together finished Harry and he spilled himself inside of Blaise. His lover following suit and covering their hands a few pulls later.

Harry collapsed upon Blaise's larger body, uncaring of the mess between them for the moment and he met Blaise's goofy grin with one of his own.

"That was-," Blaise said, trailing off with a satisfied hum.

Harry's grin widened, "Yeah."

They lay quietly for a moment, catching their breath before Blaise rolled them over, Harry's sticky cock slipping out as he did and he pulled Harry into the cradle of his arms. Harry's back to his front.

Harry muttered cleaning spells under his breath as Blaise tugged at the covers and they fell asleep wrapped up in one another.

Harry's last coherent thought was that this was a good way to start vacation.

AN: Sooooo? Did you like it? Am I forgiven for the extreme tardiness that is this update? :D

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