So, the consensus seems to be that Harry has no tact lol. I agree. But he was just so smitten he couldn't think straight.

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"I said I like you. Now can we go home and shag?"

"Harry, I don't think this is the place to talk about it." Draco glanced around to find a couple of people nearby seemed to be eavesdropping.

"Why not? You brought me here to show me who you are."

"And you fell asleep."

Harry blushed. "I am sorry about that. But just because I wasn't as moved by the music as you were, doesn't mean I can't appreciate what it means to you." Harry looked and noticed patrons lingering, but he didn't care. "You wanted a guarantee that our relationship could last beyond a couple of spectacular fucks. There's never a guarantee of that. All I know is that right now I want you, I like you, and . . .

"All right," Draco interrupted. "I'll take you home."

He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him through the crowd leaving the theater. Harry had to walk quickly to keep up with Draco's long strides. They turned a corner, disapparating away the moment they were out of view.

For all Harry noticed, Draco could have apparated them to the moon. Once they were alone, Harry could see only him. They were still holding hands, and Harry squeezed Draco's before kissing him.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Draco asked him. "I'm what you want?"

"I'm sure."

"Then tell me why you suddenly decided you like me."

Harry snickered. "It's hardly all of a sudden. Despite my best efforts, I've been coming to like you for a little while now. But today, seeing you outside of work, doing things you like to do and sharing them with me . . ."

"You did not like all the things we did today."

"Perhaps not. But people who are together don't always enjoy all of the same things. I mean, Ron loves wizard's chess and playing Quidditch, but Hermione loves books and baths. Besides, I did enjoy the ride and the view of London. And I found it endearing that you meticulously filled each hole of your waffle with syrup. And that, regardless of the fact that you're an adult, you still wanted your mother's approval to date me."

Draco opened his mouth to protest.

"You can't deny it. Why else would you have brought me to your family's home?"

"You have me there," Draco said. "Actually, you can me anywhere."

"The bed," Harry said. "I want you on the bed."

They began to undress in silence. Harry's fingers trembled in anticipation, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

"Why don't we make this simpler?" Draco asked. He took out his wand and Vanished the clothing.

"Hey, that suit used to be my favorite jumper," Harry said. "Now I've nothing to wear home."

"Damn. I guess you can't leave, then."

Harry's eyes traveled along Draco's lithe body, pausing at his cock, full and taut. He loved the way it curved back against Draco's stomach. It made Harry even harder to see that Draco was so thoroughly aroused.

"I don't think I've ever wanted somebody as much as I want you right now," Harry confessed.

"I told you, you can have me. I'm yours."

Draco's hand caressed Harry's cheek before they kissed. Harry hadn't felt a connection with many of his previous lovers. Sure, he'd been attracted to them, full of want and lust. Some of them even made it seem as though the feelings between them ran deep. But he was realizing that it was their bodies he had been after. The rest was an illusion. Once his lust was satisfied, there was no real relationship to continue.

He wanted all of Draco. For the first time, he looked forward to what happened when the sex was over.

As his lips and tongue tangled with Draco's, and their bodies pressed together, Harry's chest tightened. He felt as though he could never get enough of Draco to satiate his hunger for him. No matter how firmly he pressed against him, it wasn't close enough.

Harry realized it wasn't that he wanted to be merely physically close to Draco. He had actually meant the words he had spoken Friday evening, even if he hadn't been prepared for either of them to acknowledge it. He was falling for Draco. Hard.

"Wait," Harry breathed.

"What's wrong?" Draco reluctantly pulled away.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything is wonderful."

"Then why did you stop? My bollocks are turning blue."

Harry laughed. "I want to do things properly."

"I thought we were doing things perfectly well."

"Nearly. I want to ask you something first."

"Anything."

"Will you . . . be my boyfriend?" Harry's face flushed.

"Hmm, let me think."

Harry shoved Draco's shoulder. "Arsehole."

"Don't mind if I help myself." Draco slid a finger along Harry's thigh up to his arse.

"Wait, is that a yes?"

"That's an absofuckinglutely."

Unable to hide his grin, Harry kissed Draco, or rather tried to. Their teeth bumped ungracefully as they hugged and groped. Harry felt like a giddy school boy on his first train ride to Hogwarts.

With butterflies squirming in his belly, Harry whispered, "I want you to make love to me."

"Everything I do is making love to you." Draco nibbled at Harry's earlobe.

"I mean, I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me."

"Oh, I want that too." Draco's voice was low and husky. And it made Harry feel like the most desired person in the world. "Don't move. We're going to need lube for this."

Harry closed his eyes, waiting for Draco to return. A few times, he thought he might accidentally cum from sheer anticipation. The bed dipped between Harry's legs and he instinctively widened them.

"Eager, are we?" Draco chuckled. "I should have asked permission the first time I used the cleaning spell. Is it all right if I use it now?"

Harry nodded. "I figured that's what that was. The one I normally use isn't as pleasant."

"I'll gladly teach it to you. You'll need it when it comes time for you to fuck me."

Harry felt the warming, then a well-lubed finger. It had been quite a while since he'd had more than fingers in his arse and he was anxious, but he willed himself to relax. Once he did, Draco slid another finger inside. With the third, Harry found himself bearing down. He was ready.

"Now Draco. I'm ready for your cock now."

Draco rubbed extra lube on himself and positioned his cock at Harry's opening.

"Ready?"

Harry nodded.

Draco took his time, first rubbing his cock around the entrance, then pushing slowly inside. Harry gasped and fisted the sheets.

"All right?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded again. He didn't trust his voice not to give away his discomfort. And he didn't want to do anything that might make Draco stop. It didn't work.

"Am I hurting you? I thought you said you had plenty of experience fucking."

"I'm fine. It's been a long time, is all."

"How long?" Draco asked.

"It doesn't matter. I want this now. Please don't stop."

"Harry, I want this too. But not at your expense."

Gripping Draco's arms, Harry looked up at him. "I've mostly topped. But this is what I want, with you. Maybe, start slowly." He took a deep breath. "I'm already getting used to it."

Draco leaned forward to kiss him. The movement pushed him just a bit more inside. The longer they snogged, the further Draco steadily sank into Harry, until their bodies were flush. Harry groaned aloud.

"Still all right?" asked Draco.

"Fucking brilliant."

Draco pulled back, nearly all the way out, then slid in again to the hilt. Harry gasped. When he looked up at Draco, he saw concern, so he smiled. He was rewarded with the grin Harry adored so much.

"You can go a bit faster than that," Harry told him. "It feels great."

Acquiescing to Harry's wishes, Draco pulled back and moved forward more quickly, but only slightly. The look in his eyes told Harry he wanted it to last as long as possible. Harry was so hard and leaking, he was sure it wouldn't be very long at all.

Eventually, Draco's pace increased, along with Harry's wanton moans. He took Harry's cock in hand and stroked with the speed of his thrusts.

"You're still holding back," Harry breathed. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Draco released him and pulled Harry's legs over his shoulder, practically folding him in half. He braced himself and plunged in harder and faster.

"Fuck, yes," Harry cried. "That's fucking perfect."

Sweat started to form on Draco's brow and dripped onto Harry's chest. He dared not change his position in the slightest, for the sounds Harry was making told him that Harry was getting exactly what he wanted.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure Harry was experiencing, he was lucid enough try and give some back. He reached up and rubbed Draco's chest, recalling how he seemed to like to be fondled during their first encounter. Draco faltered slightly at Harry's touch, but recovered his pace, and grunted his approval. Harry's fingertips lightly tweaked Draco's nipples, making him gasp and moan.

Harry moved a hand to his own chest.

"Wank yourself, Harry. I'm not going to last much longer. I'm almost–fuck. I'm almost ready to cum."

"Me too," Harry whispered.

The moment he flicked his own nipple, Harry let loose. Draco's eyes widened as streams of white shot across Harry's chest. Harry's grip on Draco's nipple was so tight he was certain to leave bruises.

"Fuck." Draco pushed into Harry one last time, emptying himself as Harry's arse milked him dry.

With Harry's knees nearly touching the sides of his own head, they kissed, still trying to catch their breath.

Draco grinned. "You're quite flexible."

"Auror training." Harry winked.

One more peck on the lips, and Draco slipped out of Harry. He got up to retrieve his wand in order to clean them up. Harry spread his arms and legs wide, ready for his turn.

Draco's cock twitched at the sight.

"Ready for another go already?' Harry asked.

"Not quite," Draco snickered. "But if anything could get me going again so quickly, it would be you, lying on my bed so invitingly."

"Yeah, I'm pretty knackered myself. I have never been so thoroughly fucked in my life."

Draco laughed.

"I'm serious." Harry sat up. "I've never really been able to tell a partner what I've wanted."

"Too shy?"

"Not exactly. I've simply taken whatever they were willing to give. And it was enough." He shrugged. "But with you, I wanted everything you had. I feel like I could ask anything of you. And even if you couldn't give it, you wouldn't judge me for asking."

"You can ask anything of me. I'll give you whatever you want. I told you, I'm yours."

Harry looked up at Draco, standing there nude. Naked with nothing to hide behind, the sincerity written all over his face. The imagery was not lost on Harry. Neither were the words.

He tried to summon up words of his own. They were stuck somewhere between his heart and his lips. Draco would have to be patient with him.

"Come," Draco said. "Let's get under the covers. It's getting cold."

Harry smiled. It wasn't cold, but he certainly didn't mind snuggling into bed with his new lover.

As Draco spooned him from behind, he said, "Tell me something about yourself that I don't know."

"You like this game," Harry chuckled.

"It certainly beats having misconceptions about one another."

'True. All right. I enjoy Muggle television and movies."

"Oh dear, you aren't going to make me watch them, are you?"

"I'm surprised you know what they are."

"Really? After I took you to three Muggle places today?"

"Right. But then, you might enjoy a Muggle movie. Ron has a Muggle telly rigged up in his flat. I go over there and we watch some comedy shows. When Hermione's there, we tend to watch what they call romantic comedies. They all have sort of the same ending though, so I don't always see the point. Your turn." Harry pulled Draco's hand over him and began rubbing circles on his arm.

"I'm allergic to dogs."

"You are?"

"I must be. Whenever I'm around them, I sneeze."

"What about cats?"

"I don't think so. Pansy had a cat. And while the damn thing was so mean it never got close enough to pet, I never sneezed at her house."

"I don't think I'm allergic to any animals," Harry said. "But I don't really fancy dogs anyway. And Hermione's cat is a nightmare. Though, I suppose he's not long for this life by now. Ron hates the bloody thing," Harry laughed. "Did you know that they're getting married?"

"Weasley and the cat?"

"No, silly. Ron and Hermione. This summer."

"Can't say I'm surprised," Draco said. "If ever there were two people who couldn't decide between hexing each other and fucking, it's them."

"Ron would find it amusing that even you picked up on that, when they couldn't."

"I picked up on it when it was us, as well."

Harry turned around. "What?"

"You can't tell me you never thought about it, can you?"

"Thought about what?"

Draco blushed. "I suppose it was one-sided then."

"Draco?"

"I was always thankful for the robes, you know. There were times we'd argue or try to hex each other . . . I had to walk away, or I probably would have cum in my pants." Draco laughed. "I knew I looked like a coward, but it was better than having everyone see that tussling with you got me hard."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "It did?"

"I hated that it did. Back then. Now, I rather enjoy it."

"Did it get you hard when I came into your office to confront you about the sex toys?"

"I have a bit more control over my erections these days."

"Pity," Harry said.

"Speaking of which . . . never mind."

"Didn't we make some sort of agreement about honesty?" Harry asked. "The only way we're going to know what's on each other's mind is to say it. For better or worse, yeah?"

"What about pride or conceit?"

"I suppose that would be the worse," Harry chuckled. "Now what were you going to say?"

Draco gave him a devilish grin. "I fucked you good, didn't I? I've never actually experienced fucking someone so hard they came without wanking."

"And here I thought that was going to be the norm," Harry joked. Then his smile faded. "In all honesty, that wasn't even the best part."

"Then what was the best part?"

"Your concern for my well-being. Most blokes want it in and out and on their merry way."

"I'm not most blokes," Draco reminded him.

"No, you most certainly are not."

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"Harry."

"Harry, wake up."

"Wake up, or you're going to be late." Draco shook Harry's shoulder.

"What? Late?" Harry sat up quickly. "What time is it?"

"Half-seven."

"Fuck. Why didn't you wake me."

Draco stood with his hands on his hips. "I did. twice already."

Harry threw off the covers and began searching around. "Where the fuck are my clothes?"

"Oops." Draco giggled. "Borrow something of mine."

"No time. I have to apparate home and shower. Take the charms off so I can leave."

Draco waved his wand, mumbling a spell. "You're free to go."

"Thanks." Harry grinned and gave Draco a quick kiss before disapparating.

Back at home, Harry showered just long enough to wash his hair. The shampoo running down his body would have to be an adequate cleaning job. His hair was still slightly damp when he walked into the office he shared with Ron.

"You're late." Ron didn't even look up.

"Sorry. I . . . overslept. I didn't hear my alarm."

"Uh huh."

"You don't believe me?"

"That you didn't hear your alarm? Of course I do." Ron tried not to laugh. "Kind of hard to hear your alarm all the way from Malfoy's flat."

"How did you know?"

"He stopped by to let me know you'd probably be late. Took a lot of bollocks to apparate naked. What if your willy got splinched?"

"I can't believe he told you that."

"I can't believe I'm beginning to think he's not all that bad."

"Really?" Harry sat up straighter.

"Yeah, well, if he keeps taking the piss out of you, it's kind of hard not to."

"Fuck you. You're going to bond with Draco over my humiliation?"

"Oi, I didn't say I was going to bond with him. I just said he might not be such a bad bloke anymore."

"I'll take that," Harry mumbled under his breath. Perhaps there was hope after all.

They worked on separate cases with the Wizarding Wireless Network playing softly in the background. Harry yawned and stretched his arms over his head.

"Ron, how . . . how are wedding plans going?" Harry asked. "Did you pick out your dress robes after I left?"

"Nah. Hermione's going to drag me back there this weekend, so we can choose them together. In other words, so she can pick them. She gets to choose my clothing, but I don't get to choose her dress," Ron scoffed.

"Do you really want to choose her dress?"

"No fucking way. I'd undoubtedly pick out the one thing Hermione would hate," Ron snickered.

Harry's mind was elsewhere, however, and his work was slow-going. He tried to concentrate, but finally gave up.

"Ron, how . . ."

"You already asked me about the wedding plans," Ron reminded him.

"Yeah, but how did you know you wanted to ask Hermione to marry you?"

Ron shrugged. "The time was just right. We've been dating for over three years. And we've known each other forever, it seems." He gave a shy smile. "And I've been in love with her since I was about twelve or thirteen, I reckon."

"That young? But you dated Lavender Sixth Year."

"What was I supposed to do? The girl practically flung herself at me. And I thought maybe it would make Hermione jealous enough to notice me."

"Oh, she noticed."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know that at the time. I would never have shagged Lav if I thought I had any real chance with Hermione."

Harry's eyebrows raised. "Sixth Year? You were shagging at sixteen?"

"Everybody was." Ron paused. "Except you, apparently. And Hermione. And I hope, Ginny. I would have beat Dean to a bloody pulp if I found out."

"A bit of a double standard, isn't it Ron?"

"Probably. But, like I said, the girl jumped on me every chance she got." His face grew pensive. "I shouldn't speak ill of the dead. She wasn't a bad sort. She just wasn't Hermione. I wanted to be with Hermione so badly, I would imagine it was her I was snogging and shagging. Not a very honorable thing to do. I still feel a bit guilty for leading her on."

"Is that why you were so fired up about me waiting so long to tell Ginny that I'm gay? And not being honest with Draco?"

"Maybe a little. Mainly I didn't want you to waste time, the way Hermione and I did. When you're in love, it can be torture or bliss. Sometimes both." Ron sighed.

"How did you know you were in love?"

"You just know." Ron shrugged.

"Snape wouldn't accept that explanation," Harry scoffed.

Ron laughed. "I don't know. You just can't imagine not being–" Ron gasped. "Are you in love with Malfoy?"

"I didn't say that."

"I take back the question. And I have one piece of advice for you. If you ever figure out that you are, make sure he's the first one you tell. Ginny told Hermione that I said I loved her before I got a chance to, and it was not pretty." Ron wiggled his eyebrows. "But the make-up sex was brilliant."

Harry blushed. "Sometimes I think I liked it better when the two of you were only pining away for each other."

"Yeah, well, me too," Ron mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Harry was quiet for a while. He was fairly certain of Ron's meaning, but he had to ask.

"So, Ron . . ."

Ron looked up.

"If I were . . . to . . . you know," Harry took a deep breath, "fall, how would you feel about that?"

"It would be fucking weird." Ron chuckled. "But maybe not much weirder than you having to listen to me talk about shagging Hermione."

Harry nodded. At least Ron and Hermione had been friends throughout their years at Hogwarts–even when they were fighting. He suddenly wondered if Ron ever became aroused 'tussling' with her. He wasn't about to ask.

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Later on, in the canteen, Harry was still distracted watching Draco. But Ron was more understanding of his friend.

"You know, we'd get it if you want to sit over there with Malfoy."

"I don't want to sit with him."

"You keep telling yourself that," Ron replied. Hs tone, however, was light.

"No, really, I don't. I'm not going to cast you two aside for him." Harry paused. "And I don't expect you to accommodate him. Maybe someday you'll be able to stand having him around and we –"

Harry jumped at the unexpected touch to his shoulder. Draco was whispering in his ear.

"Supper tonight?"

Blushing, Harry answered, "Yeah, okay."

"Where would you like to go?" asked Draco. "Or we could get takeaway and eat in bed."

Harry blushed brighter. "Y-yeah, okay," he stammered.

He stared down at his lunch, unable to meet any of the eyes he was certain were looking at him.

"All right, then. I'll expect you at six? You bring the takeaway. I'll provide the bed."

Harry closed his eyes and groaned. No way was Ron going to let him live this down. Unfortunately, he didn't see the kiss coming.

"See you tonight," Draco whispered against his lips.

Harry kept his eyes closed, willing his rising cock to deflate.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Harry," Hermione said. "It isn't as if we didn't know the two of you are dating."

"Yes, but now everyone knows."

"So?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't come up with one. "I don't know. I just wish he didn't do stuff like that so publicly."

"Kiss you? I think it's sort of sweet," she told him.

"He didn't do it to be sweet," Harry scoffed. "He did it to fluster me."

"Well, it worked, mate," Ron snickered.

Harry glared at him.

"If it bothers you so much, ask him to stop," suggested Hermione.

"That would be like asking him to change his personality. Besides, he's not like that when we're alone. I mean, he still teases me, but he's also . . . very tender."

Trying to draw attention away from his admission, Harry continued.

"Did I tell you that he took me to a Muggle book shop?"

"Really?" Hermione leaned forward, eager to hear about it.

"You'd love it. It was three stories high. There must have been tens of thousands of books."

Ron's brow furrowed. "A Muggle book shop? Why the bloody hell would Malfoy want to go to a Muggle shop?"

"He doesn't prescribe to the traditional pureblood notions anymore. At least, I don't think he does. We haven't talked specifically."

"But that's a good sign," Hermione said. "Isn't it?"

Harry nodded. "We actually went to three Muggle places. We took a ride on the London Eye."

"That new ferris wheel?" Hermione questioned. "What was it like?"

Chuckling, Harry answered, "We thought it would be romantic. But with twenty or so other people in the capsule with us, it was decidedly not. But the view of London was spectacular. You and Ron should go sometime."

"I prefer flying," Ron said.

Hermione glared at him. Then she turned to Harry. "You said you went to three Muggle places. Where else did you go?"

"To see an opera."

"Bloody hell," Ron mumbled.

"What?"

Hermione snorted. "I've been asking Ron to attend the opera or ballet with me for ages."

"I'm afraid I wasn't any more enthusiastic about it than Ron. I actually fell asleep for a bit." Harry blushed.

"Ha." Ron grinned.

"I didn't appreciate it the way Draco did. But . . . he was so moved . . . well, let's just say I saw a side of him that I never knew was there." Harry had a far-off look in his eye. "It was so . . ."

Ron and Hermione shared a brief look. She tried to cover her smile with her hand, but he shook his head.

"Oh, mate. You're doomed."