Small noises were pulling Harry out of a sexy dream, and he almost grumbled aloud for them to quiet down so he could fall back asleep, continue it.
But the noises continued, getting louder, ending with the soft clunk of a tray being set down on the table in front of the sofa. "Wake up, lazy bones. I brought you breakfast."
Harry cracked his eyes open with a yawn, stretching and shifting on the sofa, trying to gather his thoughts and wake up. He had never been much of a morning person. His motions made the blanket slip off him, pooling on the floor.
His pyjama bottoms hid nothing, his normal morning state even more enhanced by the dream he had just been pulled from. Swearing to himself, Harry bent down and yanked the blanket back over himself before looking hesitantly up at Draco.
Draco was still in his sleepwear, his hair wonderfully messy. He looked frozen in place, hardly even breathing, just staring down at Harry's lap. It took a second or two before he came out of that state, moving a couple steps closer, his hand reaching down for the edge of the blanket and pulling it back.
Harry was too shocked to do anything but lie there, frozen himself, heart pounding, cock still rock hard. Draco staring at the way his pyjama bottoms were blatantly tented out. Then he shocked Harry even more, crawling right over him and kissing him hard.
Moaning, Harry's arms went around Draco to pull him in tight, returning the kisses with equal fervour, completely lost in the moment. His whole world was this magnificent man lying on top of him, his kisses unrestrained.
Draco shifted away, and Harry whined softly in protest, not wanting it to all be over yet, but fell back against the sofa when he realized that Draco was untying the drawstring on his pyjamas and pushing the material down. His heart was racing as Draco wrapped his fingers around his erection, hissing in pleasure as his hips twitched involuntarily upwards.
Stroking slowly now, Draco shifted to press against Harry's hip, making Harry gasp to feel how hard he was as well. Draco kissed him again.
"Oh Merlin...touch me too...," Draco moaned, letting his head drop to Harry's neck, his own breathing fast.
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. His hands went right to Draco's waistband, thankful that he could just push it downwards and reach inside. Draco felt perfect in his hand, hot and hard. He matched his strokes to Draco's, staring into his darkened grey eyes, feeling completely connected.
It didn't last long, a few amazing minutes. Draco gasped, cumming first, throwing his head back and his pale skin flushing as he moaned. He looked beautiful, so abandoned in his pleasure, it sent Harry over the edge, shaking in Draco's arms. It was intense, and he was glad to be already lying down, just relaxing into the cushions with a spent Draco still draped over him.
As Harry regained his breath, he stroked his hands up and down Draco's back, just wanting to touch him everywhere.
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Draco said softly, his face still tucked against Harry's neck.
Harry's hands stilled on his back. "Don't be sorry, Draco. That was the absolute best way to wake up."
There was a second pause, and Draco lifted his head to look down at Harry, his eyes searching. "You weren't even fully awake, and I was just crawling all over you..."
Glancing down at Draco's swollen lips, Harry just really wanted to kiss him some more. "Yeah, and that was so hot."
He met Draco's gaze, letting him see he was perfectly happy with what had just happened. Finally, the apologetic expression on Draco's face eased, and he rolled to the side, off Harry, giving a slight grimace at the mess they had made of their clothes and the blanket.
Chuckling, Harry grabbed his wand and cleaned everything up. He also reheated the coffee on the tray.
A couple minutes later, they were sitting side by side on the sofa, blanket draped over them, coffee cups clasped in their hands. They ate the scones with jam, sneaking glances at each other.
When Draco finished eating, Harry took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'm really OK with what happened earlier, but I feel like you aren't."
Draco took a long sip of coffee, and sighed. "I've been trying to take things slow between us, and I screwed it all up in a moment of weakness."
"You didn't screw anything up. We can go back to how it was before if you want." Harry didn't really want that, but he would agree to almost anything to keep Draco around.
The offer didn't seem to mollify Draco, still staring down at his coffee cup. "Look, I know we are attracted to each other, but I wanted to take things slow to be able to figure out if there is anything really to it before we get too deeply involved. I got want to get hurt, and I'm sure you don't either."
Harry was glad Draco was talking openly about this. "And you think sex will be...um..." He couldn't think of how to phrase it.
"We could just jump into bed together and have a few weeks or months of fun together. But once the novelty of that fades, we would be just ourselves and I want to make sure there is something real there." Draco seemed to be talking from experience.
Harry wondered about his past relationships, feeling a pang of jealousy. Had Draco been with a lot of men? Been hurt when they didn't stuck around? Had they made him false promises or faked feelings to get in his bed?
But then he replayed Draco's words in his head, and he felt a surge of excitement. "Do you really think of us that way? Having potential to be a real couple long term?"
He was imagining walking down a street, holding hands, dressed up nicely, going into a fancy restaurant. A real date, acting like any other couple. In public. Out. Was that even possible?
Draco gave him a long searching look, his eyes troubled. He seemed to be really considering it. Harry's heart pounded, waiting for the answer.
Eventually, Draco gave a small nod. "I think there is something really here. A small flame we could carefully feed to let it grow into a proper fire."
Part of Harry felt elated at the answer, but he could see Draco was still holding something back. "But...," he prompted.
Draco took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "There are so many things that could prevent us from getting there, Harry. Is our attraction just fuelled by being enemies in the past? Or by those sessions at the brothel? How are we going to handle the past if we are going out in public together? Do we talk to the press or ignore them? How do we handle coming out? Together, or on our own?"
Harry knew it was all true, and it was so discouraging. Why did everything in his life have to be so public, so difficult? He just wanted to date someone he was interested in.
"I think you are right, Draco." Reaching over, he took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I think we have real potential between us, and we need to take it slow. We will have to face all those obstacles together, take them apart one by one. Figure out the best way to do it."
Draco gave Harry a small smile, looking pleased. He leaned closer, and they shared a soft kiss. So much different from the ones before breakfast. This one was like a shaking hands after making a pact, agreeing to give this fragile beginning a chance to grow, to work together through the upcoming hard times.
Harry stood up, pulling Draco with him, and gave him a long, full body hug. His feelings for this man were a jumbled mess, swirling around inside of him, but overall, he felt an attraction stronger than he'd ever had for anyone else.
Draco returned the hug, sinking against Harry in a way that felt so good. He wasn't holding back, allowing full body contact.
They pulled back, and Harry turned away to dash a hand near his eye to catch a tear before it fell. When he looked back, Draco looked similarly affected by their heart to heart talk, his smile tremulous.
"Let's finish packing up the car and have lunch at the pub, OK?" Draco got back into work mode, looking around the cottage.
They moved the boxes to the car and took a last look around. The cottage was clean and empty except for the simple furniture. The empty bookshelves looked odd. Would a future owner ever need so much storage in such a tiny cottage? Good thing Draco was able to perform a iReducio /icharm on the books, or they would have never been able to fit them all into the Mini.
After quick showers, they were soon dressed and driving to the pub.
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The ferry ride back was bittersweet for Harry. Soon, they would be dropping off the boxes at the post office to be shipped to Draco's flat, and Harry would return the rental car. The port key back would be fast. It had been a great trip, just getting the chance to spend so much time together. But when could they see each other again?
At lunch, they hadn't been able to really work out what to do next in their relationship. Draco had been afraid of dating discretely too long, since they would probably end up mostly hanging out at each other's places, and would be too easy to fall into bed together. But going out in public was risky at this stage too, even in muggle areas. Wizards and witches could be anywhere. They had decided to think everything over and talk in a few days.
Harry didn't like the vague promise. It had been so nice having those weekly appointments, looking forward all week to seeing Draco, letting the excitement and anticipation build. There was a bit of security in knowing he would be seeing Draco twelve times.
That was all gone now. They were in the exciting but scary phase of a relationship, where you have admitted to liking each other, and agreed to give it a go. Harry tried not to think about all the obstacles they faced, and tried to enjoy these last few minutes of their trip.
Draco was looking good, his knit cap pulled right down, and a scarf wrapped around his neck. His bulky dark green rain jacket flapped a bit in the wind. He was looking towards the imposing cliffs of Fairhead, admiring the breathtaking scenery.
It was cold and threatening to rain, so most of the ferry passengers stayed in their cars. Harry was glad to have this time alone, sticking close to Draco. But far too soon, the ferry was maneuvering towards the dock. Harry and Draco headed back into the Mini.
Rain drops speckled over the windscreen, sparkling like jewels in the late afternoon sun that occasionally peaked through the clouds. They waited in silence in the car as the ferry docked.
Harry reached over, taking Draco's hand, needing to touch him while he still could. Draco squeezed it back, his eyes meeting Harry's and he could see he was feeling similar. They leaned in, sharing a long, deep kiss. A goodbye kiss, knowing they would be in more public areas soon.
The honk of a nearby car broke them apart, and Harry realized that the cars had started to drive off the ferry. He fumbled to start the car, and lurched forward to follow the others. Draco just chuckled beside him.
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