"Harry!" Ron hissed, following it with a hard nudge with his shoulder, "Wake up."

Blinking hard a few times, Harry straightened his head and tried to refocus on the meeting going on around him. He had only let his eyelids shut for a moment, but must have dozed off for a while. They were discussing appropriate uses of the jiggly legs spell. Using it on co-workers carrying large trays of coffee wasn't one of them.

Harry shifted on his chair, trying to keep alert. It was easier when he was actively moving or working, not listening to people droning on and on. His head was drooping down a little.

"Mr. Potter!"

An authoritative voice rang out, and Harry's head snapped up so fast he almost got whiplash. He could hear Ron stifling a chuckle beside him, and nudged his leg with his own.

His supervisor, Matilda Dankworth, was glaring at him. "Are we boring you, Mr. Potter?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Best to apologize straight away. "Not at all. Please continue."

She glared at him for a few extra seconds before looking away and continue to review how to fill in the new post-interrogation checklist.

Harry barely made it to the end of the meeting, needing to often pinch his leg hard through his trousers just to stay awake. When it was finally over, he was one of the first to leave the room, striding to the washroom to splash water on his face to revive himself.

He looked at his face in the mirror, noticing his tired eyes, and paler than normal pallor to his skin. He tugged at his collar, making sure it still covered the red mark on his neck.

Ron smirked at him as he slumped back into his office chair, and passed him a big mug of coffee from the office kitchenette. "Maybe this will help."

"Thanks, mate." Harry gratefully accepted it, and took a long sip. It was almost too hot, but he continued drinking it.

"This is the third time you've come to the office like this lately," Ron said softly, leaning forward so their coworkers wouldn't overhear. "Are you having problems sleeping or something?"

Or something. Harry tried to keep his expression from showing anything as the previous night replayed in his mind. Waking up in the middle of the night to Draco sucking his cock, realizing he wasn't just having an incredible vivid and dirty dream. He had only been able to writhe and groan as Draco teased and played with him, working lubed fingers into his ass. He'd never has anyone do that while blowing him before, and it led to a really intense orgasm.

Harry had to return the favor, trying the same technique on Draco, loving the sounds he made when he took him deep and held him there, and tapped and stroked his prostate. It seemed drive Draco crazy, leading to him eventually grabbing Harry's head to thrust faster. Harry loved Draco like that, being almost out of control. Knowing he had pushed Draco to that state.

As intense as the sex was, he had almost liked the cuddling afterwards more. Draco was beautiful in the silvery moonlight softly illuminating the bedroom, and Harry traced lightly over his skin. They shared lazy, sweet kisses, and he eventually fell asleep with his legs tangled around Draco's.

"Um, yeah...a bit..." Harry finally answered, realizing he had left Ron hanging.

His response didn't mollify his partner, who simply gave Harry a thorough look over. His auror gaze was picking up clues, and Harry had a sinking feeling when his eyes lingered on his neck. "You were having sex!" he hissed accusingly, a realization dawning in his eyes. "That's why you were sleepy those other times too!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck...How to get out of this...

"Um, well, yeah..." Harry said, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

Ron's eyes widened at the admission, and then they narrowed again. "Fuck, it was Draco, wasn't it? You haven't been dating anyone for a while now."

Sighing, Harry could only nod. "Look, it's kinda new and I have no idea if it will lead to anything. It will probably burn itself out in no time."

"Didn't your therapist say he wasn't a good guy to be with? I don't want to see you getting hurt again." Ron had sat back in his chair, now looking at Harry with concern in his eyes. A look Harry was sick of seeing.

"It's just sex!" Harry growled, and pushed his chair back hard to get up. He left the office quickly, knowing his actions were probably getting some raised eyebrows. He had been so careful to control his emotions at work since that bad interrogation incident.

He found himself outside, and the cool, fresh air felt good on his flushed skin. Taking some long, deep breaths, Harry consciously tried to relax.

The last week with Draco had been amazing. There had been messages almost every day, short and filthy, usually something like yesterday's 'I want to bite your neck while I cum on the small of your back.' Harry usually responded with a 'See you at 6' or whenever he was done work. And Draco had done just what he promised, leaving a mark on Harry's neck that turned him on every time he saw it in the mirror.

It almost felt like he was under the influence of some lust potion, still wanting Draco so much. Even exhausted, they couldn't stop exploring and touching each other, often leading to another round of sex. It was wonderful, but obviously it was to the point of interfering with his work now.

Harry could see he had three options. Quit work, quit Draco, or quit spending the night when he had work the next day. There was no way he was going to stop seeing Draco while things were going so well, despite what his therapist had said in the past.

Quitting work was something that wouldn't have even occurred to Harry a year ago, but since cutting back on his hours and taking a good, long look at everything, his views around his job had changed. He did want to be in a long term relationship and adopt kids eventually, and transitioning to a safer career made sense. He had enough money saved to probably retire now, since he had inherited his house and didn't live a flashy lifestyle. But what would he do with his time? Perhaps the charity would keep him busy once it was launched.

He dragged a hand through his hair. That left the last option, not spending the night with Draco when he had work in the morning. This would be really hard to do. He tried to picture pulling away after sex, feeling relaxed and happy, and leaving Draco's bed when he was naked and cuddly. So beautiful like that. Last night, he had spooned Draco, and lazily ran his fingers through his hair, the silky texture so different than his own. Draco had almost been purring from the caresses, holding Harry's other hand and playing with his fingers.

Harry almost wanted to take some time off to just be with Draco as much as possible. Things were so intense between them right now, but Harry knew it couldn't last. Sooner or later, the attraction between them would fade and Draco would probably get bored and go back to dating younger men again. Guys who liked to party and go wild. All he could do was enjoy being with Draco while it lasted. Draco had his new business to run as well, so probably would eventually want more time for that.

Resolute, Harry squared his shoulders and went back to work. He would finish up, then go over to Draco's, but leave at a decent hour to get some sleep. He had to be an adult about this, not drop everything just to be with Draco.

...

Apparating to the quiet alley behind Tempest Books, Harry could already feel his heart beating fast in anticipation. He entered through the back door, familiar with the password he had to whisper to get through the wards. The backroom had a storage area for extra stock, a desk overflowing with papers, and a small table with three chairs around it, used coffee cups and a plate with a couple leftover biscuits on it.

Harry scooped them up, crunching on them as he peeked around the curtain to the store beyond. It was quiet, only Willamina, Draco's full time worker, steadily unpacking a crate of books on to an empty shelf. He snuck past when her face turned away, his auror training making him good at moving almost silently. He slipped through the door marked Private, Draco's wards allowing him through.

Running up the stairs, Harry was already feeling aroused. Going into the simple flat, he looked around, and found Draco curled up in a large armchair that faced a window overlooking Diagon Alley. The sun was setting, the warm light highlighting Draco's profile as he bent over a thick book.

He looked up, his lips quirking up into a slow smirk. He closed the book, setting it on the floor. He beckoned Harry closer, grabbing the front of his shirt to drag him down for a kiss. It was a bit awkward, bending over Draco that way, but Harry was too lost in the kiss to really care.

Draco backed off with a chuckle. "You have cookie crumbs on your face," his eyes fond as he brushed them away.

Harry shrugged. "I was a bit hungry so I grabbed some from downstairs."

Sitting up straighter, Draco rolled his shoulders and stretched. "Mmmmm, I'm hungry too, come to think of it."

"Do you want me to cook you something?" Harry offered, taking advantage of Draco's position to kiss along his neck. The first time he had come up here, they had been really hungry after a couple hours, and Harry had remembered the food he had brought. Draco had snuck downstairs and picked up the bag Harry had dropped, and helped Harry make up the sauce. It had been fun cooking together.

Draco eased out of the chair, with Harry standing up straight beside him. Slinging an arm around Harry's waist, he gave him a quick kiss. "I've been lazy in here all day, and I want to go out."

"Out?" Harry repeated, feeling distracted by Draco's hand slipping underneath his untucked shirt to touch his bare back.

Chuckling, Draco pulled away. "Yes! You know there's a whole world outside?"

Harry rolled his eyes slightly at Draco's teasing. "You want to go out...together?"

Draco stopped, turning around to face Harry, his smile dropping. "You don't?"

Swallowing hard, Harry could feel his stomach clenching with nerves. He needed to fix this. "Um, no, no. I'm just surprised. You aren't worried about the press seeing us anymore?"

"We are both out now, so will it really be that shocking that we are seen together?" Draco looked Harry over critically. "Well, maybe if you are dressed like that," his eyes jokingly disdainful.

Harry glanced down. After leaving Draco's that morning, he had only had enough time to apparate home for a quick shower and to yank on these clothes. The jeans were baggy but comfortable, with a red plaid shirt worn open over a faded black tee.

"Strip," Draco said, already unbuttoning his own shirt.

Harry didn't bother asking questions, just taking his clothes off in record time.

But instead of going to the bed, Draco pulled him to the bathroom. He started the shower and stepped in. Harry followed him, feeling breathless at the sight of a wet, naked Draco tipping his head back under the spray, his eyes closed. He got some body wash and started working it over Draco, admiring every inch of his body.

Draco was washing his hair, slicking the wet, darkened strands off his face when he was done. Harry pushed him against the tiled wall of the shower, his mouth going down to lick and suck the water off his collarbone, as his soapy hand wrapped around Draco's half-hard cock.

But after only a couple strokes, Draco was pulling away with a chuckle. "Time enough for that later tonight. We need to clean you up." He pushed Harry under the water, and he had no choice but to wet his hair.

As he washed it, Draco was working soapy hands everywhere, making it really hard to concentrate. Harry got shampoo in his eye, making Draco chuckle as he swore and rinsed it away. Somehow they finished the shower and were toweling each other off.

Watching Draco style his hair while Harry shaved felt strangely intimate. Would this be what it would be like to live together? Sharing a bathroom? Eating breakfast and reading the paper over coffee in the morning? He had never considered it with anyone else.

"Sheesh, you are hopeless," Draco said, taking the razor out of distracted Harry's hand and finishing the last couple swipes over his skin, his eyes intent on his task. Harry splashed his face with water, and dried off.

Draco grabbed a comb, and grinned at Harry with unrestrained zeal. "Now, I'm going to fix that mop on the top of your head."

...

Harry stood in the mirror, looking over his reflection, trying to get used to how he looked. They had apparated to Harry's once Draco was dressed, and he had dived into Harry's closet right away. Somehow, he found the clothes Harry had bought in the spring but hadn't had the nerve to wear in public yet. The ones that were the most fashionable.

It was a bit jarring seeing himself dressed like this. The dark jeans were tight enough to show off his strong thighs. He wore ankle boots instead of trainers, and the olive green short sleeve shirt was more fitted than he was used to. It brought attention to the muscles of his arms and chest. Harry wasn't bulky with large muscles, but he was pretty fit.

Hands ran over his ass, making Harry jump slightly. Draco chuckled, propping his head on Harry's shoulder to look at the mirror with him. "Your ass looks so good in these jeans, I'm considering making you change into something looser."

"Afraid people will be looking at me instead of you?" Harry teased, completely joking. He looked alright, but Draco looked amazing. He was wearing a smokey grey fitted suit with an ice blue dress shirt, looking like a male model at a top designer fashion show.

Draco's hand slid forward, cupping Harry's cock in his jeans. His pale skin contrasted boldly against the dark fabric, the sexy image burned into Harry's brain. He turned his head to whisper hotly into Harry's ear. "I have my ways of getting attention when I want it."

"Fuck, Draco, let's stay in. Order pizza or something. I want you so much, right now." Harry rocked his ass back against Draco, hoping the movement would help convince him.

Draco only gave him a throaty, sexy chuckle, and gave his cock a squeeze before letting go. "It will be all the better for waiting. Anticipation and all that. Now come on, we will be late for our reservation."

Grabbing Harry's hand, he did a side-along apparation, popping outside an upscale, new restaurant with a flashy chef. It was a place people went to be seen, and paparazzi usually lingered around just to see who would show up.

Harry's hand clenched around Draco's as the cameras flashed around them, taking him back to the days after the war and during the trials when they chased him relentlessly.

Draco seemed to take it in stride, his head held high as he stepped closer to wrap an arm around Harry's waist and urge him into the restaurant. The gesture made it obvious they were together as a couple.

Once the heavy oak doors shut behind them, Harry let out a sigh of relief. This was a place used to catering to the wealthy and famous, and they wouldn't let the press slip inside.

Draco spoke with the maitre d' in low tones, and they were soon whisked to their table, Draco holding Harry's hand. Instead of a quiet corner, they seemed to be at a fairly central location, and Harry felt all too aware of the eyes on them from every side. Draco had been in the news almost daily for the last two months, and it seemed everyone recognized Harry, no matter how he dressed.

Looking back at Draco, he could see underneath his brazen attitude, there was a hint of uncertainty. Reaching across the table, Harry took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Fuck it if everyone was watching. Fuck it if everyone knew they were together. He had been trying to please everyone else his whole bloody life. It was time he did exactly what he wanted for once. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to have a wonderful night with his gorgeous date. Fuck anybody who wanted to screw that up.

Draco's eyes warmed, and he squeezed his hand back. It was good to see his confidence fully returning, and his head raising to a haughty angle that reminded Harry of Draco in his teen years.

"Two dirty martinis and the oysters to start with, Etienne, s'il vous plait," Draco ordered smoothly when their server arrived.

Draco had obviously eaten here before, and it must have been since he had returned recently. It would have been too pricey and public for Draco a few months ago. The restaurant had only been open a few years, so not somewhere Draco had been to with his parents.

The thought sent Harry imagining who Draco had been here with previously. One of the men he had dated so openly in the last couple months? Was he still seeing any of them, or dating other men? They had never talked about being exclusive. They hardly talked at all, come to think if it. It had been mostly sex and teasing each other.

As the server returned with their drinks, Harry gazed at Draco speculatively. Why had he wanted to be so public tonight, coming to this place, dressing them up so meticulously? Was this some kind of announcement that they were a couple, or was it simply part of Draco's rebranding? Showing that he was so reformed and part of acceptable society that he was dating the Chosen One? The Savior?

"What has you so quiet, Harry?"

The question jarred him out of his thoughts, and he pushed them away. Plenty of time to think of them later. He should really just be in the moment, enjoying being with Draco.

He raised Draco's hand, giving his fingers a light kiss. "Forgive me, I was thinking about a case and that is inexcusable. I won't let it happen again tonight."

The PDA and words made Draco give him a genuine smile that warmed Harry right to his toes. Fuck, he really liked this man, and he was a fool if he wasted a second he had in his company. Holding up his glass, Harry made a toast. "To you conquering the hearts and minds of everyone with your wonderful store."

Draco clinked his glass lightly with Harry's, looking touched at the gesture. "Do you really like the store?"

"It is seriously more than I ever dreamed a bookstore could be. Everywhere I go, I see people reading and discussing books, mentioning the debates from Stormcloud. It's like they are studying for their NEWTs all over again, diving into deep topics like muggle relations and improving democracy."

His comments seemed to mean a lot to Draco, who was leaning forward and soaking up every word. Surely he had been hearing similar comments from many other people.

The oysters arrived then, and Draco's attention was diverted in teaching Harry how to properly eat them. By the time the plate was cleared of everything except empty shells and parsley, Harry was a bit drunk from a second martini and feeling really good. Draco seemed to be feeling the alcohol too, his smile a little wider and more flirty.

"Fuck, you look so hot right now. The things I'm going to do to you later," Harry said in a rough whisper.

Draco's eyes instantly heated up in response, dropping to Harry's mouth, and then meeting his again.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, their server appeared with a tray with their entrees. Draco turned to him. "Etienne, would you please pack that to go? I'm afraid we need to leave shortly."

The server was too sophisticated to show any reaction, just nodding and rushing away. It seemed to take forever for him to return and for Draco to pay the bill.

Taking Harry's hand, Draco dragged him out of the restaurant, clamping an arm around his waist before opening the door. "Just you wait to see what I'm going to do to you in about ten minutes," he whispered into Harry's ear before leading him outside.

The crowd of paparazzi was easily twice the size that it had been before, and flashes from dozens of cameras left Harry half-blinded and disorientated. Draco didn't seem affected, walking straight through the mob like they weren't there, making them scramble out of the way. The horde circled around them, shouting their names to try to get them to look their way for a better picture.

"Harry Potter!"

"Draco! Malfoy! Malfoy!"

"Are you two an item now?"

"Harry, are you Draco's boyfriend?"

"Is Harry a top or a bottom, Draco?"

The chaos of voices, lights, and people milling everywhere made Harry click into auror mode. He grabbed hold of Draco firmly and stared down the photographers in front of them. "Get the fuck out of our way. Now."

His authoritative tone had the men jumping back, and he marched forward quickly. As soon as they were free of the pack, he did a side-along apparition to Grimmauld Place.

...

Harry could hear his fast breathing when they were in the quiet of the living room, and Draco pulled away to look at Harry closely.

"Are you OK?"

Nodding, Harry closed his eyes and tried to take some calming breaths.

He heard Draco give a soft swear and some quick footfalls across the floor. A minute later, Draco pressed a cold glass into his hand and eased him down on to the sofa. "It's just water, drink it."

He took a few sips, and could feel his tension unwinding. Eventually, he opened his eyes to face Draco, fearing his reaction. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out on you like that..."

"Phish, that was nothing. Everyone has stuff like that," Draco said dismissively. He took the glass from Harry and set it on the table. "What I found really hot was when you went all bad cop at the end there. I wouldn't have been surprised if you had punched a few of them to get out of our way."

Harry chuckled along with Draco, and tried to run a hand through his hair, only to find it a bit stiff with product. That made him laugh even harder. He stood up, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Well, I think I better get out of these tight clothes as soon as possible. They might be constricting my breathing too much."

"I can help with that," Draco said, reaching for Harry's waistband from his position in the sofa. His deft fingers were soon easing the fabric open, and his fingers splayed over Harry's hardening cock. He leaned forward, nuzzling into it with his cheek and open lips. He looked up at Harry from that position. "I want you to fuck me tonight."

The words made Harry's cock jerk against Draco's fingers, and he gave some strokes that aroused him more than soothed him. Harry was breathing faster for a whole different reason. "Are you sure?"

Draco nodded, holding Harry's gaze. "I've been fantasizing about it for ages."

Pulling Draco to stand up, Harry apparated them right into his bedroom, and wasted no time in undressing Draco. He had gotten rather good at it in the last week, and they were soon naked on the bed. "Um, I haven't done this that much."

With everything they had done this week, they hadn't done this yet. Harry always pictured Draco fucking him, not the other way around. It was still exciting and he wanted to make it good for Draco.

Draco leaned in, kissing Harry softly at first, pulling him closer with a hand at the nape of his neck. It relaxed Harry, and he sunk into the sensations like he always did with Draco, the world falling away and just completely in the moment with Draco.

Their hands were very familiar with each other's bodies, touching and stroking over heated skin, pulling out moans as things intensified. Harry shifted down the bed, tracing along Draco's legs until he opened them. He kissed his way up his inner thighs, knowing he was very sensitive there.

As he took Draco in his mouth, he lubed his fingers and started playing with his ass. Holding back earlier made Draco eager for it, encouraging Harry to go faster. Within a few minutes, he was ready and pulling Harry over him. Looking into each other's eyes, Harry slowly eased in, marveling at how tight and hot it was, filled with the shocking knowledge that he was fucking Draco Malfoy.

Draco's hands were on his ass, pulling him in all the way, and then closing his eyes as he seemed to adjust. Harry waited until he opened his eyes and gave a small nod. Trying to hold back his own orgasm, Harry started moving, paying close attention to Draco the whole time.

Within a few strokes, Draco was arching off the bed. "Faster. Really fuck me, Potter."

Harry sped up little by little, Draco moans and grabbing hands showing that he was loving it, encouraging him to go harder and deeper. He was soon almost out of control, right on the edge, pounding into Draco.

Draco was bent in half, stroking his own cock, arching to meet every thrust. It was sweaty, loud and glorious, completely dirty and greedy. Harry peaked with a harsh groan, sending shudders through Draco as he lost it seconds later.

Collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, Harry tried to catch his breath as he shifted off of Draco. He laid there, the damp face against Draco's shoulder, just feeling a connection like he'd never felt with anyone before.

Draco rolled on to his side, facing Harry, who had tucked a pillow under his head. Leaning forward, he kissed Harry, a soft kiss that seemed to lead to many more. Unrushed and perfect. Harry never wanted them to stop.

His stomach grumbled loudly, making them both pull back with a laugh.

"I was trying to have a moment here!" Draco chuckled, his eyes crinkled up.

Harry knew he was flushing in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Draco. We didn't eat much at supper and I don't remember if I ate lunch or not."

"How about some prosciutto-wrapped monkfish and polenta?" Draco smirked, pulling Harry out of the bed. They did quick cleaning spells and then raced each other down to the kitchen. Draco had put their meal in the refrigerator when he got Harry the glass of water earlier.

They were too hungry to bother heating it up, just eating it with their fingers, feeding each other, leaning naked against the counter. Harry was very glad that Kreacher had retired to a cottage in Wales a few years ago, and that they had the house to themselves now. There was even a dessert that had baked apples and sticky caramel sauce that tasted even better licked off Draco's fingers.

Eventually, they made it into a hot bath, cleaning each other up and Harry rinsing all the product out of his hair.

When they were falling asleep afterwards, Harry completely forgot about his vow to move to a separate bed from Draco. It was simply too natural to relax with the other man snuggled against his side.

...

-A/N: Thanks for sticking with this story