I didn't mean for it to be so long between postings. I'm in the middle of yet another snow day (in the middle of March!) so I have time today.

Finnandpoedeservebetter- thank you so much! I know you were hoping for the "get together" but that'll be next chapter.

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"Harder," Harry grunted. "I know you can fuck me harder."

Draco had Harry bent over the arm of the sofa in the sitting room. They had barely made it through the floo coming back from supper before they had stripped down and Draco was inside him.

Harry's cock swung forcefully with every thrust Draco made. It was full and heavy, and ready to burst.

Draco's hands gripped around Harry's chest tightly while he pushed his hips as hard and quickly as they would move. He was losing his rhythm, feeling the orgasm coiling up and ready to explode.

"Fuck. I'm going to cum."

"Almost," Harry panted.

"Fucking wank it. I can't . . . fuck." Draco cried out as Harry took hold of himself and stroked furiously.

He came on the side of the sofa only a moment after Draco. They stilled, and Draco draped himself over Harry while they composed themselves.

"Harry, I can't always simply fuck the cum out of you," Draco breathed into his ear.

"You seem to be doing a spectacular job so far." Harry laughed.

"If I had known you like it so rough, I would have made certain I was in better shape before I began to pursue you."

"Oh, believe me, you are in fine shape."

They cleaned up and re-dressed, then sat on the sofa.

"Tea?' Harry offered.

"No, thank you."

"What do you want to do? It's still early."

"I know. I wasn't expecting that to end quite so quickly."

Harry gave him a sideways glance. "You don't like it rough, do you?"

"I wouldn't say that. And I'm not judging you for liking it that way. However, sometimes I would like to take my time, really get to know your body and what makes you feel most satisfied."

"I have been more than satisfied. Haven't you?"

Draco grinned. "Of course. How can I complain about a boyfriend who likes to have sex constantly?"

Slowly, Harry's smile faded.

"In case you were wondering, I'm glad for it," Draco assured him. "Perhaps I'll take tea after all. If you're still offering."

"Sure."

Harry got up, to go to the kitchen. Before he got too far, Draco grabbed his hand.

"Don't be upset with me for wanting a bit of variety. I want to shag you in as many different ways and places as possible. But we don't have to accomplish all that in a month."

"When you put it that way, how can I be?"

Harry leaned over and kissed him.

For the rest of the evening, they drank tea and made plans for the weekend. The four-week anniversary of their first date was coming up and they wanted to do something special.

"I'd like to take you back to Jolie Sorcière," proclaimed Draco.

Harry groaned.

"I promise it will end better than the first time," Draco snickered. "And I really want you to try the lamprey."

"I knew it."

"But then you can choose what we do afterward."

A smile grew on Harry's face. "Whatever I want, hm?"

"On second thought . . ."

"Too late. You already proposed it. Don't worry, I'm certain whatever I come up with won't be as bad as eating eel."

"It's eel-like. Not quite an eel."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Just be gentle with me." Draco smirked.

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Harry yawned and rested his chin in his palm. He was too busy in his office to realize he was tried. But down in the canteen, relaxing and eating with his friends, the lack of sleep began to hit him.

"Another late night?" Ron asked. "You have to stop going out on work nights."

"Don't you two get together every night?"

Ron shrugged and looked to Hermione. "Yeah. In the beginning we would go out more. Now, we take supper in mostly."

"Sometime Draco and I get takeaway. But we still wind up staying up until the wee hours–"

"Don't end that sentence by telling me what you're doing in those wee hours."

Harry chuckled. "Talking."

Ron coughed. "Right."

"Not always, but last night we were talking about what to do this weekend. On Friday, it will be four weeks since our first official date. He left it to me to come up with something for after supper. But, I'm afraid he won't like any of the things I can think of."

"How do you know? Have you asked him?" questioned Hermione.

"Well, I sort of wanted to do something as a surprise. But all the places we usually go aren't exactly romantic. I've never had a boyfriend to plan for."

"What sorts of things did you do with Ginny?" she asked.

Harry pursed his lips.

"I only meant that perhaps you could start with things you planned to do with her. Just to get some ideas."

"I'm afraid I wasn't a very romantic boyfriend," Harry admitted. "A lot of the time we'd walk around Hogsmeade, or picnic by a lake. But it's too cold to picnic. Besides, Draco is completely different from Ginny. He's accustomed to the finer things."

Ron frowned

"You know what I mean," Harry continued. "It's not a mark against Ginny. But we did simpler things. Neither one of us had a great deal of extra money. And we both grew up modestly."

"But isn't that a concern?" Hermione asked. "You and Malf–I suppose I should start getting used to calling him Draco. The two of you are so different."

"On the surface, perhaps," Harry conceded. "But we've been sharing our interests with each other. He's taking me back to that French restaurant on Friday. It's up to me to plan afterward."

"What about the cinema?"

"I thought about that. There isn't anything playing in theaters that I think Draco would enjoy. I want his first experience with Muggle films to be good enough to want to do it again."

"Why don't you bring him to Ron's flat and we can choose something you think he will enjoy."

Both Ron and Harry stared at Hermione in disbelief.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Ron asked.

"Well, I am marrying you," she retorted.

"Hermione, I know you mean well," Harry began, "but I don't know if that's a good idea."

She sighed. "You've been dating a month and yet you haven't made any effort to get us all together. I've barely had any interactions with him."

"I've only had a few, but they were civil enough," Ron said.

"Then it's about time, Harry. If you plan on having all of us in your life, we'll have to spend time together." She paused. "Oh, unless you've already asked him and he refused."

"No." Harry shook his head. "I haven't asked him. Frankly, I'm a bit nervous about how you will all get along. Draco and I have talked about a lot of the things that happened between us when we were young. We've worked through it because, well, we were highly motivated."

"What do you mean?" Hermione's brow furrowed.

"They wanted to have sex," Ron said.

Harry glared. "He wanted me to like him. And I wanted him to be my boyfriend. It would be kind of hard to have that if we couldn't get past our history of bad blood. I'm worried you won't be able to do that."

Still blushing from Ron's comment, Hermione said, "We never will if you don't give us a chance."

Harry sighed. "I don't know what I'll do if you can't."

He certainly didn't want to find out. He couldn't give up Draco before they even had a chance at a real romance. Of course, he could never even think about giving up on his best friends, without whom, he knew he wouldn't even be alive. Keeping up with both sides separately sounded exhausting.

Later on, back in their office, Harry decide to bring up Hermione's proposal to Ron alone.

"I've been wondering," Harry said. "What do you think of Hermione's idea? Is it completely barmy?"

Ron opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

"I want to know what you think. Not what you think I want to hear."

"Yeah, me inviting Draco Malfoy to my flat to watch Muggle films is right barmy." He sighed. "But, inviting my best friend and his boyfriend to my flat so we can all get to know each other better might not be the worst idea."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Thank you," Harry whispered. "Mm, but maybe not Friday since we're celebrating an anniversary of sorts. Are you two busy Saturday? I may have to use all my wiles to sweet talk Draco into coming. Better make Friday night memorable."

"Have you figured out where to take him?"

Harry nodded. "The Blue Wiz."

"That new music club? Have you been there?"

"It isn't that new. But yeah, I've gone there a couple of times. Draco thinks wizarding music is lacking. I want to show him that young witches and wizards are much more progressive musically nowadays."

"No Celestina Warbeck, then?"

Harry laughed. "No. She's a bit old fashioned. I've seen some very good bands at the Blue Wiz. My favorites are the jazz trios."

"Trios of what?"

"Instruments. You know, bass, piano and drums. I'm hoping Draco likes it, since he enjoys other types of Muggle music."

"That still a mind fuck to me, that Malfoy enjoys anything Muggle."

"He's changed. He isn't at all like the person we knew in school. Sometimes I forget that we ever hated each other. Well, I would if Draco would stop bringing it up." Harry sighed. "I just want to move forward, which is why I want to take him someplace new to build new memories."

Ron nodded. "Good idea. Maybe that would work for all of us."

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Harry noticed Draco's eyes dart around the club.

"Everything all right?" he asked.

"It's . . . rather busy in here."

"Oh, well, it just seems like a lot of people because it's a small venue."

"No, I mean the decor. What is the purpose of hanging instruments on the wall? How are they going to play them?"

"They're only there for decoration. Muggle clubs and restaurants are decked out this way." Harry pointed. "There are autographed pictures of the bands that have played here, and other memorabilia. It adds to the ambience."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "The ambience?"

"I'm not completely uncultured. Don't you like it?"

"I find it distracting."

Harry grinned. "I find you distracting."

"Yes. We'd established that on our first date."

They snacked on vol-au-vents and butter beer while they awaited the first act. Harry had explained that this night they would listen to a variety of performers. Fashioned after Muggle open-mike night, wizard amateur musicians and singers were to entertain with a song or two, then make way for the next performer. When the house lights dimmed, Harry settled into his chair, leaning against Draco's shoulder. He couldn't help grin as he felt Draco's arm drape over him.

The first artist was a witch who played piano and sang. Harry didn't think she was particularly talented and he worried that Draco was as bored as Harry had been at the opera.

"The other acts will probably be better," Harry said into Draco's ear. "I've never seen her before."

The next act was a trio comprised of a double bass, a piano and saxophone. Harry found himself tapping his toe and bobbing his head to the music. Unfortunately, they had to leave the stage after only two songs.

For the following two hours, various performers played or sang to the cheers of the audience. Modern Muggle jazz music was a hit among the young wizarding crowd.

Throughout the evening, Harry felt the need to apologize for acts he thought were sub-par. He didn't want Draco to lose interest and tried to assure him there would be better music coming up.

Draco turned to Harry. "Did you hear me making excuses for the opera during which you fell asleep?"

"Huh?"

"I can decide for myself whether or not I like this music. I don't need you to tell me which is good and which is bad."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted you to enjoy it as much as I do. I was hoping this could be a place to come for dates." Harry paused. "Speaking of places to go . . ."

"Hm, that sounds ominous." Draco waited for Harry to explain.

"Well, as long as I'm taking you to places you don't like, I may as well tell you now. We've been invited to Ron's flat tomorrow night."

Draco merely raised an eyebrow.

"All right, it wasn't exactly his idea. But I think it's important that you all spend time getting to know each other."

"I agree."

"You do?"

"There are going to be times when you'll want both me and your best friends present. I'd rather not wait until a significant occasion to have that awkward first get-together."

"Oh, that makes sense," Harry said. "Does that mean you'll go?"

"Yes. And I'll even behave. Mostly."

Harry laughed. "I don't want you to behave. I want you to be yourself."

"In that case . . ."

Draco leaned in closely and captured Harry's lips with his own. When a young woman began singing a slow, sultry tune, the moment was perfect.

"This would be great sex music," Draco whispered in Harry's ear. "I wish I could get away with climbing on top of you here and now."

Harry shuddered. "I'm ready to go. You?"

"Right behind you. No pun intended." Draco laughed.

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Harry's hips rose to meet Draco's as they rocked the bed with a steady rhythm. Though quite different from the jazz sung in the club, Harry's moans were music to Draco's ears.

"I love fucking those sounds out of you," he breathed.

"I love the way you fuck me."

They'd been at it a while, trying to draw out the pleasure the other provided. Even moving slowly, they were nearing their climaxes. Harry had been leisurely stroking himself, but now felt the urge to pump harder.

Without a word, they gazed into each other's eyes. Harry gasped when he came but held Draco's stare. While Draco continued to thrust into him, Harry ran his hands over his body.

"You're so perfect."

Draco couldn't help chuckling. "You never thought so when we were younger."

"You didn't fuck me when we were younger. You can go harder. I want you to come. I want to watch your face while you cum in my arse."

Draco sped up, grunting as he did. He came whispering Harry's name, then kissed him.

"I can see the appeal of taking things slowly," Harry said. "I'm glad it's Friday, though. It's so late."

"We can sleep in tomorrow morning and do it all over again."

Harry laughed. "And you said I wanted to have sex constantly."

"What can I say? I find you irresistible."

"Likewise." Harry tried to extricate himself in order to clean up, but Draco held him tight.

"I have something to say."

"All right." Harry had difficulty reading Draco's expression.

"When I took the job at the Ministry, I imagined things going far differently than they have."

"What did you think would happen?"

"I thought I would quietly do my job, hopefully move up a few rungs on the ladder, and be largely ignored by the general staffers and administration."

"Oh." Harry's brow furrowed. He thought perhaps Draco had something more personal to say.

"I've had very few friends I haven't bought in some way or another," Draco continued. "Blaise and Pansy are the only ones I didn't need to bribe or manipulate. Although, I admit to leading her on."

"Okay." Harry still wasn't certain where he was going.

"I have a habit of assuming the worst of people. Or perhaps myself." He chuckled. "So, I exploit people's weaknesses to get what I want. The way I did with you."

"Draco, you didn't–"

"I'm trying to be honest here, Harry. You should do the same. I challenged you, dared you, humiliated you–anything I had to. I'm very good at making it seem as though I'm the innocent. But, the reality is that I manipulated you into my bed. And the fact that I did it because I genuinely wanted you so badly doesn't justify my behavior."

"I could have walked away at any time," Harry pointed out.

"Could you? Did I leave you that option? Knowing that you never back down from a challenge?"

"You think I'm here because of pride?"

This time, Draco let Harry out of his grip.

"Perhaps you don't know me quite as well as you think you do," Harry said. "I've done things I didn't want to do for a lot of reasons. I confronted Voldemort. I fought in battles. I participated in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. But I did those things for what I thought was the greater good. I didn't do them to satisfy my ego, or to keep from looking like a coward. And that's not why I agreed to give it a go with you. In fact, it was Ron who convinced me I was being cowardly by not going out with you."

"A different sort of challenge."

"No. Not a challenge at all. He just helped me admit how I feel about you."

"Which is?"

Harry caressed Draco's cheek. "How I've never felt about anyone else. I enjoy the time we spend together, especially the shagging. But even when we're not . . . I like you much more than I thought possible."

Draco smiled, seeming relieved. "I'm glad. I don't know if I'd be able to take it if you didn't truly want to be here."

"I do," Harry said. "But what made you bring it up now? We've been together a month. Wasn't that long enough to convince you that I truly want to be here?"

"Like I said, I have a habit of assuming the worst. Usually when I'm feeling most vulnerable."

Harry leaned forward, kissing Draco in a way he hoped conveyed all his desires for the former Slytherin.

"Harry?" Draco rested his forehead against Harry's and closed his eyes.

"Hmm?"

Draco whispered, "I love you."

Harry's reply was a kiss that started their lovemaking all over again.