Harry paused on the threshold of their flat and took a deep breath. He didn't know how he was going to convince Draco that nothing was wrong and that he wanted them to take the next step in their intimacy.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cool surface of the door.

He knew that he cared a great deal for Draco, that he was willing to do almost anything for him was proof enough of that. This situation with Lance was something he could cope with, he'd done it before and he could do it again, but keeping it hidden from Draco was going to be difficult. The blond was not only quite intuitive but the Grevillea bracelet picked up on Harry's emotional levels and transmitted them straight to the Slytherin. Harry would need to keep his emotions in check. He didn't think - or at least he hoped - that Lance wasn't into doling out pain to his paramours. It would be harder to mask physical pain, not to mention hiding the marks on his body from someone who would now expect more physical intimacy with him after tonight.

Harry pushed himself away from the door and opened his eyes with a heavy sigh. Even the reminder that he could now see with perfect clarity could not cheer him at this point.

He shook his head and plastered a smile on his face, hoping that he could muster a convincing aura of happiness from somewhere. Harry opened the door and walked inside.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, it's me," he called back cheerfully, slinging his heavy coat onto the coat rack before walking into the kitchen.

"There you are," Draco smiled in relief from where he was sitting perched on a bar stool at the granite island, a mass of paperwork in front of him. "You're late, I was beginning to worry."

"I know, sorry," Harry smiled as he lifted the champagne bottle in his right hand, "stopped for more refreshments."

"Ah," Draco smirked. "The celebrations continue."

Harry laughed as he set the bottle down on the counter. "I feel like the celebrations should never end."

Draco slipped off of his stool and came around to enclose Harry in his arms. "I feel the same," he said quietly, lips lightly brushing Harry's ear. "I can't tell you how happy I am for you."

"For us," Harry corrected softly, laying his head on Draco's shoulder and simply wanting to drift off to sleep and forget all the ugliness of the day.

Draco smiled as Harry seemed to relax in his arms.

"Mmm…I'm going to take a bath," Harry murmured with eyes closed. "Would you like to join me?" he asked after a pause.

Draco's lips parted in surprise as he pulled back but Harry didn't meet his gaze, he simply remained with eyes closed, head resting comfortably on Draco's shoulder.

"I would love to," Draco replied carefully, feeling as though he were treading on eggshells.

Harry straightened and, with a soft smile, took his boyfriend's hand.

Draco was speechless as Harry pulled him along, up the stairs and into their ensuite. He watched as Harry turned on the tap, adjusted the temperature and added some oils, before turning back towards him.

Draco's breath hitched as Harry reached for the buttons on his white shirt and began to deftly unbutton them all. He searched the Gryffindor's face for any hint of unease or fear but couldn't find any trace of doubt. Harry continued to smile that gentle knowing smile, his green eyes shining in the soft yellow light.

Harry glanced up at Draco's face as he finished unbuttoning his top. The Slytherin's grey eyes were glowing with affection as they met his gaze. Harry felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. Maybe he was making this happen ahead of schedule but he was amazed to find that he actually wanted it; his heart was responding to the obvious love in his partner's eyes and his body was responding to Draco's flawless white skin as he pushed the shirt off of his tall shoulders and let it slip soundlessly to the floor.

Draco stilled Harry's hands as he reached for the zip on Draco's trousers. He smiled in reassurance as Harry's eyes flicked up to his face in concern.

Draco gently grasped the bottom edge of Harry's t-shirt and slowly lifted the garment up over his head, allowing his fingers to lightly brush the warm skin of Harry's sides and arms.

Harry smiled, suddenly feeling a little shy as his fingers resumed the job of unzipping Draco's grey linen trousers. He could feel the unmistakable hardness beneath the smooth fabric and it made his heart jump and his own nether regions twitch a little in anticipation.

Draco wanted to groan as Harry let his trousers drop to the floor and then ran one finger curiously over the front of his bulging underpants.

Harry continued to lightly stroke Draco's cloth covered erection as he quickly undid the tie on his own pants and pushed them down.

Before he went any further, Draco clasped Harry's hands together and looked him in the eye. "I don't expect anything more than just having a bath with you tonight Harry."

Harry smiled at him, feeling tears prick the back of his eyes but he quickly pushed them away. He didn't deserve this man. But he wanted him. "I want more."

Draco swallowed and nodded, not trusting his voice. He would stop the moment he saw any doubt or uncertainty cross his partner's face.

Harry unhurriedly removed the rest of their clothing until they were both naked in the muted lighting. Draco drank in the sight of Harry's uncovered body as Harry reached over to turn off the water.

"You first," Harry said, indicating the full tub of warm water.

Draco smiled and slowly entered the steaming water, lowering himself into the porcelain tub to sit leaning against the rounded back. He held out a hand to Harry and the brunette grabbed ahold as he stepped in and sat down in front of Draco, resting his back against Draco's chest. Draco's arms immediately encircled him and held him close.

Harry leaned back with a sigh, feeling the tension leave his body as the water's warmth sank into his bones and Draco's arms held him tight, protecting him.

Draco gently kissed Harry's temple. "How was practice?" he asked.

Harry clamped down on the urge to cringe as the memory of a dark change room flashed through his mind. "It was great," he replied, forcing himself to think about how glorious it was to fly again with his new-found vision. "It was just how I remembered it," he continued steadily. "I felt like I could take on the Slytherins for the cup again."

Draco chuckled. "You could still kick my arse Potter."

Harry grinned. "At least you can admit it now."

"I was a bit of a prat back then, wasn't I?"

Harry laughed.

"And now look at us," Draco marveled.

"Sitting naked in a bathtub together?"

They both laughed, causing little ripples of water to splash up around the edges of the claw-foot tub.

Draco reached for the teal washcloth hanging over the edge of the tub and began to wash Harry's chest and arms with vanilla scented body-wash.

"So, do you think you'll speak to Oliver about joining the team?" Draco asked.

Harry shrugged, closing his eyes as Draco ran the cloth over his slick skin. "I dunno. I've thought about it, but I kind of like the idea of just flying on my own around the stadium, testing out different makes and models."

"You won't get bored?"

"Maybe." Harry smiled to himself. "I do miss hunting for the snitch, trying to spot it first and chasing after it at lightning speed."

Draco smiled in response. "Maybe just mention it to him. He might not think you're good enough anyway," he chided.

Harry elbowed Draco in the ribs. "Oh ha ha," he said sarcastically. "Oliver thinks the sun shines out of my arse so of course I'll make the team."

Draco tossed the washcloth aside as he wrapped Harry in his arms. "He's not getting anywhere near your fine arse Potter," he growled.

Harry smiled. He knew Draco had a bit of a jealous streak in him, and strangely, he enjoyed it. He liked the fact that someone wanted him so much that they didn't want to share, that they didn't even like the idea of sharing.

Draco resumed Harry's thorough washing, this time sliding the soft cloth lower down on his partner's abdomen.

Harry's body immediately responded as he arched his back a little into the more intimate contact.

Draco licked his suddenly dry lips as Harry closed his eyes and laid his dark head back onto Draco's shoulder. He kissed Harry's temple once more, gently, as he let go of the washcloth and ran his now empty hand across Harry's warm wet skin.

Draco felt his groin tighten at the little mewling sound that escaped Harry's lips. Harry's hands slid up the sides of the tub to grip the edges, his hips unconsciously thrusting upwards for more, his renewed erection straining upwards towards his chest.

Draco swallowed. He wanted to ask Harry if it was alright to go further but he couldn't seem to find his voice. Harry was clearly enjoying this and he didn't want to ruin it with talking. He lightly skimmed his fingers downwards, watching as his slim white digits touched Harry's dark pubic hair, running through the coarse strands towards their goal.

Harry gasped as Draco's fingers lightly brushed his erection, running ever-so-lightly along the hard shaft towards his balls and back up again.

Draco's breathing sped up as he wrapped his left arm around Harry's torso and used his right hand to firmly grasp Harry's erection. He began to stroke Harry's warm smooth member, up and down, gently circling the engorged head with his thumb on every few strokes.

Harry moaned and arched into Draco's soapy hand. The scent of vanilla swirled around him as he lay with closed eyes, every little touch causing shivers of pleasure to run up and down his entire body and centering in his groin.

Draco licked his dry lips as Harry continued to moan and thrust into his hand, the Gryffindor's toned body writhing in ecstasy in the warm water. Draco swallowed and knew they needed to move into the bedroom soon as more and more water began to slosh over the side of the tub.

Draco slowed his hand and pressed a kiss to Harry's damp temple. "Mind if we move to the bedroom love?"

Harry opened his eyes, his breath coming in quick pants, as he nodded, unable to trust his voice at that point. His body felt like it was thrumming with electricity. As he stood and carefully stepped out of the tub, he marveled at the need in his body. He hadn't felt this ache and want in a very, very long time.

Draco stepped out after him and grabbed one of the soft towels on the nearby rack to quickly pat them dry before leading him out into the darkened bedroom.

Harry searched himself for any feeling of trepidation or doubt and found none. He almost smirked as he wondered if maybe he was just really horny. As he looked up at Draco in the dim light he knew it was more than that. That he was safe and with a partner that loved him, and just maybe he loved Draco in return…

Draco watched as Harry lay back on the large bed and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled as he slid onto the silky soft sheets and lay alongside of the fidgety brunette.

"Anxious to get started are we?" he chuckled.

Harry smiled that cute lop-sided smile that Draco loved best. The Slytherin blinked in surprise as Harry sat up and opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube situated inside.

"How did you know that was there?"

Harry grinned. "I did lots of exploring while you were at work."

"Did you use this without me Potter?" Draco asked, arching one brow.

Harry shook his head as he handed it over. "Nope, so get on with it because I can't wait much longer."

Harry's comment went straight to Draco's groin as he unscrewed the lid and squirted some of the clear liquid into his palm.

"Oh fuck…" Draco breathed as Harry lay back and spread his legs wantonly.

Draco took a deep breath to steady himself and gently spread some of the lube around Harry's entrance. Draco looked up sharply when Harry jumped.

"It's just cold," Harry explained with an amused smile.

Draco smiled in relief and returned to preparing his lover, being as careful and as gentle as possible.

Harry lay back with a sigh and relaxed, glad that Draco realized that he would need some extra preparation since it had been so long. Draco's fingers were magical, the lube quickly warming to his body as Draco loosened him up, making sure that there was an ample amount of the thick liquid.

Harry gasped as Draco's fingers began to reach deep inside of him, that electric current once again beginning to run through his body and stir his blood.

"I… I think I'm ready," Harry managed to gasp out, arching his back slightly.

Draco set aside the lube and looked down at Harry. He had never felt so nervous in bed before. He was so turned on but he wanted to make this last, to take Harry gently and to "make love" not just have a quick romp between the sheets. It had been a long time for him too, probably the longest break between sexual encounters since he was a teenager.

He lined himself up as Harry pulled his legs back into his chest. He glanced at Harry once for confirmation before pushing forwards. Draco's eyes fell shut as he slowly pushed inside, throwing his head back as the tight warmth enveloped him, stroking his rigid cock.

Harry groaned under his breath as Draco slowly filled him, pulling back every few centimeters and then pushing even further forward.

Draco opened his eyes when he had gone as far has he could. He felt as though he was going to come just from the combination of being imbedded in Harry's tight arse and looking at the brunette's flushed face. The expression "hungry eyes" was very apropos for the intense green orbs staring back at him.

Draco slid his hands around Harry's thighs and pulled himself forward, thrusting deeply. The moan that this movement elicited from Harry caused Draco to stop and take a breath. This was going to be over too fast if the Gryffindor kept that up.

"Don't stop…" Harry panted, writhing a little on the dark sheets.

"I have to or else this will be over before it's begun," Draco quipped breathlessly.

Harry smiled and tightened his muscles around Draco's throbbing member. "I don't mind if it's short and sweet the first time."

"Fuck Harry…" Draco replied. "You're going to be the death of me."

Draco took a deep breath and locked his eyes onto Harry's as he began to thrust once again, firmly and deeply.

"Uhh…" Harry threw his head back and braced his hands against the headboard as Draco pumped into his body, pushing him back into the pillows.

Harry gasped as that same electricity tingled throughout his body, running through his veins and out to his limbs. He let out another vociferous moan when Draco's hand suddenly grasped his neglected erection and began to stroke in time to his thrusts.

Draco groaned. It was all too much; the sight of Harry in ecstasy, his hand on Harry's hard cock, his own hips thrusting faster and faster into that delicious tightness.

Harry let out a strangled yell as his orgasm suddenly hit him hard and fast.

Draco began to thrust faster as the sight of Harry's semen shooting out over his chest sent him over the edge. With a final groan, he thrust one last time and stilled, emptying himself deep inside of his lover. The orgasm seemed to grab ahold of his entire body, the absolute pleasure almost too much.

He collapsed on top of his lover, keeping his weight on his forearms, breathing heavily. Matted strands of blond hair damp with sweat fell forward over his forehead.

Harry swallowed and opened his eyes. "Wow, that was…intense."

Draco slowed dragged his own eyes open. "Yeah," was all he could manage.

The exhausted blond gathered enough energy to pull out and collapse next to Harry on the bed, pulling the sheets up over their cooling bodies.

Harry turned to face him. "Sorry I ended it so quickly," he said sheepishly.

Draco chuckled and turned to look at him. "Fine by me, I was ready to pop from the start."

Harry laughed then sobered as he stared contemplatively into Draco's dove grey eyes. "I'm so glad I can see you now. I don't have to guess at your emotions anymore."

Draco smiled. "And what am I feeling now?"

"Satisfied?" Harry grinned.

"Definitely," Draco agreed with a laugh.

"And happy?"

"Yes," Draco confirmed, covering a yawn. "And sleepy."

"Me too."

"And happy?" Draco asked as Harry turned onto his side and Draco spooned him from behind, arms encircling his chest.

"Yes." Harry nodded and closed his eyes. "And… in love," he added quietly.

Draco was glad that Harry couldn't see his expression then; it was a mixture of such surprise and elation and happiness that it brought instant tears to his eyes. He would've been completed embarrassed if anyone had seen it, including Harry.

"I love you too Harry," he managed to quietly utter in response.

Harry smiled as he drifted off to sleep. Draco lay awake for a little longer, marveling at how much his life had changed over the past twelve months.

He too drifted off with a soft smile on his face.