Draco smiled, grey eyes gleaming, as he firmly shook the other men's hands. "Thank-you gentlemen," he said, looking to each of the four gathered businessmen.

"Thank you Draco," Lance Waverley replied, flashing him a wink. "We look forward to a lengthy and lucrative relationship with your company."

Draco nodded as the other men gathered the signed contracts, slipping the thick papers back into expensive black briefcases. There came a knock on the door just as they all stood to leave.

Draco's personal assistant, Bryce, poked his head round the door. "Sorry I know you didn't want to be disturbed," he apologized. "But I thought you'd like to know that Harry is here."

Draco couldn't help smiling in surprise. "Of course, we're finished here anyway."

"Thanks again Draco," Lance said, flashing a bright white smile as the other three men exited Draco's large office. "Do say hello to Harry for me won't you?"

"Hello Mr Waverley."

Draco and Lance looked over to see Harry walking through the doorway with a smile on his face and a picnic basket in one hand.

Draco arched a brow at the wicker basket.

"Harry, lovely to see you again," Lance exclaimed jovially. "Nice day for a picnic is it?"

Harry grinned. "Yes indeed."

Draco cocked his head to one side as Harry walked up to join them. Something was different…

"Well I shall leave you to it," Lance said. "Enjoy your lunch Malfoy, I'll speak to you tomorrow."

"Goodbye." Draco nodded in farewell before turning to Harry. "Harry, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you had quidditch practice?"

"I do, in a few hours," Harry replied, green eyes shining. "I thought maybe we could have lunch together today?"

Draco paused, waiting for Lance to shut the door behind him before answering. "Of course we can, what's the occasion? You never come to my office," he said, secretly pleased.

Harry just grinned and Draco narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

"Something's different…" he said aloud, eyeing the strangely excited Gryffindor. He looked Harry over but nothing seemed out of place or different except for Harry's supremely happy expression…

"Harry…?" Draco said slowly, staring intently into those emerald eyes. "Can you…see?"

Harry's grin stretched even wider as he nodded.

Draco's lips parted in surprise, grey eyes widening. "But… how?"

Harry shrugged good-naturedly. "It must have been the new potion."

"But… you've only taken one vial so far," Draco replied, still gobsmacked.

Harry chuckled. "I know but I can't think of any other explanation."

Draco shook his head in amazement, a smile lighting his handsome face. He could suddenly see it; the way Harry's eyes were tracking Draco's face and body, exploring all the minute details that he'd been living without since the beginning of their relationship.

Harry smiled shyly at the warmth and happiness radiating from his partner's expression.

"Give me that," Draco said, taking the heavy basket from Harry's hand and setting it on the floor. He then took Harry's hand and gently tugged the brunette towards him, enclosing him in his arms.

Harry nearly sighed as his head came to rest on Draco's shoulder, his arms naturally slipping around the Slytherin's slim waist.

"Unbelievable…" Draco voiced, mind still spinning with the revelation.

"I know," Harry agreed, laughing softly into Draco's warm silk covered shoulder, inhaling his scent and finding comfort in it as always. "I feel like our life together can finally begin."

Draco nodded and gently kissed the top of Harry's dark unruly hair. The aroma of coconut shampoo filled his nostrils, causing him to smile.

Harry pulled back just enough to look into Draco's eyes. With a little smile he leaned in and pressed his lips to Draco's.

Draco's heart skipped a beat and the tingling in his stomach seemed to radiate out, filling his entire body with an ecstatic glow. He closed his eyes and pressed back, slowly tasting Harry's soft lips.

Harry's eyes drifted shut of their own accord. He felt as though he were being wholly absorbed by Draco's touch. He tilted his head to one side and deepened the kiss, never wanting it to end.

Draco tightened his arms around Harry, opening his mouth to him, becoming lost in the sensation but always allowing Harry to be in charge. Harry tentatively stroked his tongue against Draco's and Draco emitted a noise of pleasure in the back of his throat as everything seemed to intensify; the heat, the touch, the sensuality…

Harry slowly dragged his lips away with one last lingering kiss and stood, eyes closed, forehead pressed to Draco's, breathing heavily.

"Wow…" Harry panted. "That was…amazing."

Draco swallowed and licked his lips. "That was truly the best kiss I've ever had."

"Me too," Harry agreed breathlessly, reluctantly dragging his eyes open once more.

They stared at each other a moment before Harry couldn't help cracking a smile.

"I know this sounds ridiculous," he said in amusement. "But the whole time we've been together it hasn't really sunk in that I've been living and sharing a bed with Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy from Hogwarts and that used to be a right prat to me for years. My brain knew it but it never really seemed…real, I guess. Until now."

"And does it bother you?" Draco asked lightly, but with a hint of unease in his eyes.

Harry's smile grew as he shook his head, still looking curiously at Draco's facial features, exploring them thoroughly. "Not at all."

"Good." Draco smiled and bent down for the picnic basket. "Ready for lunch then Potter?"

. . . .

Harry flew around the empty stadium at top speed, a giant grin plastered on his pale face. His clothes were pressed to his body, dark hair flat to his scalp as he reached speeds he never dreamed possible.

His good mood was filling him with extra adrenaline and a bold daring that he hadn't felt in a very long time.

He finally pulled the broom up about twenty metres from the ground and hovered there a moment, trying to catch his breath. His emerald eyes were sparkling with an animation that they hadn't had in years.

His mind drifted to when he had woken up that morning, when he'd opened his eyes and actually saw the world in perfect clarity and colour. His jaw had dropped open and stayed there for the next hour as he explored the flat and just looked out the window at the activity on the streets below, at the lazily drifting clouds above, marveling at the detail in every object. He'd forgotten about the millions of tiny little features in everything; the little grains in wooden surfaces, the hundreds of different shades of white, the individual leaves on the trees that lined the street…

Harry had eventually – and reluctantly - wandered over to the full length mirror in the bedroom, where he walked up to it as though walking to a sentencing. His morbid curiosity overcoming his fears.

He winced at what he saw. His once fit and healthy body was still on the skinny side, even after eating well with Draco for the past few months. His skin, once tanned from hours spent outdoors in the sun, was now deathly pale. He grimaced, thinking how devastatingly handsome Draco was with white skin and how he just looked sickly.

He had quickly turned away from his reflection. He didn't know what Draco saw in him but he knew he was very lucky that the blond-haired Adonis had stuck by his side all this time.

Harry slowly floated down to the dark green turf below. Even the reminder of his disappointing physical appearance couldn't dampen his spirits. The memory of that unforgettable kiss with Draco was still thrumming through his body.

Harry touched down and clutched the broom to his side as he looked up at the evening sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight and all the tiny stars stood out in the inky atmosphere above. He'd gotten to the stadium late due to their picnic date running so long. He had been practically giddy with joy during lunch and couldn't stop talking, and Draco had seemed to feel the same. Talking about anything and everything. Draco kept mentioning the extra money that was going to come in from the new contract, more money than Harry could dream of. They'd even begun to make tentative travel plans; Draco suggesting the Great Wall of China as their first joint travel destination.

Harry grinned and headed into the change rooms, eager to get home to see… his boyfriend? Lover?

Harry chuckled as he opened his locker and stowed the broom inside.

"What's so funny?"

Harry whipped around to see Lance Waverley leaning against the change room wall opposite him.

"Mr Waverley?" Harry asked in confusion. "What are you doing here? Is Draco here?"

Lance's answering smile made Harry's blood run cold. Something was definitely not right…

"No, Mr Malfoy will not be joining us," he said, watching Harry with a strange glint in his eye, like he was laughing at some inside joke Harry wasn't privy to.

Harry frowned and glanced towards the exit. "So, what's up?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Lance pushed himself off of the wall and sauntered over to stand in front of him. "I needed to see you again Harry. Potter."

Harry froze.

"I've missed you so much these last few months," Lance continued vaguely, reaching up to tuck some of Harry's hair behind his ear.

Harry jerked his head away and took a step back. He cursed inwardly at the metal locker up against his back.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, hoping to make some sense of the situation. "We've only just met."

Lance shook his head, eyes travelling down Harry's body and back up. "I've known you for a lot longer than that Harry. Don't you remember me? We met at Borgin and Burkes over a year ago."

Harry swallowed hard, feeling his hands go clammy. "You… you must be mistaken. I've never been there."

Harry turned to walk away when Lance's arm shot out to block his path, his hand connecting with the row of lockers with an echoing slam.

"There's no need to lie Harry. I've been searching for you for so long, wondering why you suddenly disappeared from my life, and then suddenly, there you were," Lance explained with a twisted smile. "On the arm of that aristocratic fool Malfoy."

"Please remove your arm Mr Waverley." Harry turned to glare at the other man. "And keep from making false remarks about my boyfriend."

Lance's adoring expression suddenly turned stormy. He brought up the other arm to entrap Harry in front of him. "He is not good enough to be your boyfriend." He stared intently into Harry's eyes a moment before his expression lifted and he leaned back a little. "But I can see that you won't be led astray from that Death Eater's son, so I'll settle with just having your body."

Harry trembled at the hungry look that accompanied his words. "I'm sorry but that's not going to happen," he replied, trying to sound assertive.

Lance smiled knowingly. "You know Harry, I hate to blackmail anyone but you're forcing my hand."

Harry gasped in surprise as Lance suddenly pushed himself up against him, forcing him back into the row of lockers, his face only inches away.

"If you don't give me what I want - what I need - then I shall be forced to cancel that big important contract that is making your lover so happy."

Harry lifted his chin, glaring back at the other man towering over him. "Draco would rather lose that contract then put me through that."

Lance shook his head with a condescending smile. "Harry, do you really think Malfoy would give up his entire career and years of hard work and dedication just for some two-bit whore?"

Harry's eyes flashed angrily. "One contract is hardly worth so much."

"It's not the contract Harry, it's what I can do to him. I can destroy him and his little company for good. His name would be of no more worth than his father's."

Harry opened his mouth to reply when Draco's words suddenly floated through his mind. He'd said at the party that Lance Waverley had the power to ruin a company within twenty-four hours – world-wide.

"The account means nothing," Lance continued. "I only signed Malfoy to our firm to get to you Harry. Do you really think you mean so much to him that he would give up everything? He'd be homeless, without a galleon to his name. Would you really condemn him to that when you could stop it just by doing what you've done a hundred times before?"

Harry swallowed. He knew Draco would never want him to do it but… Draco had never been poor before, he'd never had to fight to survive or live on the street.

"And I'm sure Malfoy could find someone more suited to his level than you Harry," Lance said, his voice dripping with a sweetness that belied the insulting words. "He is quite the catch; handsome, rich, confident. I'm not sure what he sees in you, you're hardly his equal on any account, but I imagine it's some sort of warped sense of responsibility."

Harry fiddled with his Grevillea bracelet. It wasn't a sense of responsibility that kept Draco with him, it was a powerful magic that held Draco by his side. Harry frowned and dropped his gaze. Lance was sick but he wasn't wrong. Harry didn't know what Draco saw in him. He knew what a poor excuse for a boyfriend he was; he wasn't good looking, he didn't contribute much money, he had a sordid past that had to be kept from any friends or co-workers, and up until today he had been handicapped in a big way.

Lance could see that he was wearing Harry down.

"Harry, it's a small price to pay to keep Draco happy, isn't it?"

"I… I can't do it," Harry replied thinly. "We can live off of my wages."

Lance laughed. "I know how much you make Harry and, believe me, it won't keep you both comfortable."

Harry lifted his eyes back to Lance's face. "I'm changing careers now. I'm can try out for a professional quidditch player."

Lance cocked his head to one side. "You really do have your vision back, don't you? I must admit I preferred the blind Harry." He paused a moment, eyes clouded over as he became lost in some memory.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he had the strength to make a run for the exit.

Lance suddenly blinked and came back to himself. "Listen to reason Harry, those quidditch players have been training for years for their positions, do you really think you can just walk in after years of abusing your body and be appointed a top position?"

"I haven't been abus-"

"Not eating enough and not eating the right things," Lance cut in sharply, ticking points off on his fingers. "No fresh air, physically abused by patrons, unsafe sexual encounters, depression, drug abuse."

Harry's eyes flashed as he put his hands against Lance's chest and shoved as hard as he could. Lance stumbled back only half a step, an amused smirk on his face.

"Don't get upset Harry," he said derisively. "You know it's true."

"If I'm so ugly and messed up then why do you want me?" Harry countered.

Lance's expression instantly smoothed, turning almost tender. "Because I can see past all that. Plus, you are very very good at what you do Harry. You were the best they had there. That's probably why Malfoy wants to keep you close at hand, his own personal sex toy."

Harry felt physically sick at the other man's words. He knew he was more than that to Draco, Draco had said that he loved him, but to have others know the intimate details of his body and his sexual prowess…

He truly hated himself in that moment.

"Harry love," Lance said solicitously, backing off a little and sitting down on the wooden bench. "I can see that I've upset you, that wasn't my intent. If you would like to think about my little offer then please, take your time."

Harry felt like collapsing to the floor. He felt mentally and physically exhausted. It had been a turbulent day; celebrating with Draco and now this…

Harry had to force back the tears as he recalled their picnic lunch. How excited Draco had been about making more money so that they could move to a proper home. Not just a nice home but a posh dream home. How excited he'd been about hiring more staff so that he could spend more time at home with Harry. Planning trips to the Great Wall of China…

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cold hard metal of the lockers.

Keeping Draco's contract alive was a must. If he lost that then everything the Slytherin had worked for would be for nothing. And it would all be Harry's fault. If Draco hadn't taken Harry and all his problems on then this never would have happened. Draco might not have gotten this dream contract with Lance Waverley, but at least his company – and Snape's – wouldn't be ruined. Draco worked hard but it was also clear that he loved his job. The possibility of existing only on Harry's salary wouldn't keep the enigmatic blond happy in the long run.

"What would it involve?" Harry asked tonelessly, keeping his eyes shut.

Lance smiled, blue eyes lighting up. "Just the usual. I don't want to harm you Harry, I want to make love to you. I can bring you pleasure as well. "

Harry swallowed, feeling as though he were going to be sick.

Lance stood and walked over to him, lifting his chin in one hand and stroking his thumb across Harry's too pale cheek. "It can be our little secret," he whispered before softly pressing his lips to Harry's.

Harry jolted but allowed the contact, trying to remain detached with eyes firmly pressed shut. In the back of his mind he wished that he hadn't regained his vision. This was always so much easier when he couldn't see.

"I'll leave you now sweet Harry," Lance said, pulling back with a smile. "I'll let you know when I need you next. I'm so glad I found you. I might have to give Malfoy a bonus."

Harry opened his eyes and watched numbly as Lance turned and walked out the door. He waited until the other man had left before shakily lowering himself to the dressing room bench.

He knew it had been too good to be true, that his life would never be easy or perfect. Harry put his head in his hands, too exhausted to even cry. He couldn't see any other way out, just as he had five years ago when he'd made the decision to walk into Borgin and Burkes.

Harry raised his head, emerald eyes shining with sudden resolve.

If he was going to allow Lance to have his body then he would go home tonight and make sure that his first time making love with his new-found vision would be with Draco.