Supper was exquisite, and Draco was on his best behavior all night. He was polite and deferential, offering Harry first serving of everything, asking him how he enjoyed each course. Harry had never seen such manners in him.
Afterwards the waiter brought them a pair of special after dinner mints that scoured their breath and left them tasting fresh and sweet. Harry appreciated the gesture but was also mortified by the presumption.
When they were done Draco led Harry back to the foyer and hesitated. Harry looked around and realized there were no doors.
"Pop in, pop out only," Draco said. "Which leaves only one question. Where do you want to pop out to?"
"Didn't you already say what you wanted to do after supper?" Harry asked.
"I told you I wouldn't try to side-along you into my bed," Draco said. "You know how to get there now. It's up to you. Take me wherever you want to go."
Harry thought for a moment. "No."
"What?" Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You already told me what you wanted to do," Harry said. "I came along knowing that. You want to take me home? Then do it."
"Potter," Draco frowned. "I'm trying to-"
"I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to be a gentleman," Harry said. "I don't need a gentleman. I've known you for eight years, for Merlin sake. Don't try to be someone else tonight."
"You'd rather I told you what to do?" Draco snapped. "Don't be daft."
Harry smiled. "That's it. I know you, Draco. I'm here because of who you are, not because I'm hoping you'll change. We're going to argue and get mad at each other, yes maybe even on a date. But don't be anyone other than yourself."
Draco eyed him coolly. "And what if being myself means I would have rather taken you home and shagged you senseless hours ago and bypassed this silly restaurant?"
Harry stepped up close to him and grasped his elbow. "Then take me home." An evil grin spread across Draco's face and they Disapparated without another word.
They landed in the middle of Draco's bedroom and he was instantly on Harry, pressing their mouths together and unknotting his tie. Harry pushed at Draco's jacket and fumbled with the button closure, hands made clumsy with desire. Draco batted his fingers away and removed it himself, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. He yanked his tie over his head and unbuttoned Harry's shirt. Harry unbuttoned Draco's in return and pushed it over his shoulders.
Draco broke off and stepped back. "Wait," he said, looking down at his arm.
"I already know about your Dark Mark," Harry pulled him back in and pushed the shirt off completely. "You don't need to hide it from me."
Draco hesitated for only a moment, then returned the favor and tossed Harry's shirt away, followed by his glasses. He turned him by the hips and pushed him backwards to the bed, unbuckling his belt as fast as he could.
They collapsed onto the oversized mattress. Harry reveled in the weight of the man on top of him. He stroked his fingers up his strong back and lapped at his mouth with his tongue. Draco snarled and dove in, catching Harry's lower lip in his teeth as he pushed his trousers down and seized his cock. Harry gasped as the first intimate touch spread out like a shock wave through his arms and legs. Draco removed his own trousers and suddenly they were both naked.
Draco slowed his hands and stroked Harry with long, languid pulls. He drew back and watched Harry's face as he drove him towards ecstasy, his triumphant sneer so similar to his derisive sneer that Harry almost mistook it for something unfriendly. But he was stroking Harry's cock and leaning in for a kiss, and that was definitely friendly.
"You like that, huh?" Draco growled. Harry nodded helplessly. "Touch me," he ordered.
Harry obeyed, wrapping his hand around Draco's cock and groaning with pleasure. He'd wanted to feel the heat of another man beneath his fingers for so long. Draco's sneer melted into a vacant stare. Harry pulled and grinned as Draco's eyelids fluttered. He drew Draco's face down to his and kissed his slack mouth, extraordinarily smug that he had elicited such a reaction.
"I've wanted you for so long," Draco whispered against Harry's lips. "I've thought about this so many times."
Harry pressed harder, kissing him insistently and pulling faster. The feeling of control was amazing. Draco bloody Malfoy, he thought, I've got you. Then Draco rediscovered his own hand and stroked Harry again, tipping the balance of control back to himself. Heat filled Harry's head and he found himself unable to locate his fingers properly.
"Top or bottom?" Draco murmured.
"Huh?" Harry grunted.
"Do you like top or bottom?"
"I don't know," Harry slurred. Draco paused, returning Harry's brain to the inside of his head.
"When you think about this, how do you picture yourself?" Draco reached down and pulled both of their cocks together, stroking slowly and sensuously.
"Merlin, I don't know," Harry moaned. "I've never thought that specifically."
"I can go either way," Draco said. "But if you let me show you, you can decide what feels good."
Harry nodded breathlessly. Draco kissed him, pushing his tongue across Harry's as he slipped his hand between his legs. Harry inhaled sharply as Draco traced his finger once around his entrance, and his heart pounded nervously. Draco drew back and watched him closely. Harry nodded. The sensation was tantalizing and he couldn't deny the urge to press down against his touch.
Draco whispered an incantation and Harry felt a strange, cool, tingling sensation where he'd never felt such a thing before. He yelped in surprise and clutched Draco's arms. Draco kissed him reassuringly and then whispered another charm. A moment later a slick, warm finger was pressing inside.
"Fucking hell, Malfoy," Harry groaned, his throat rasping over the expletive. He wanted to crawl away, to escape the intense feeling of being penetrated, but he also wanted to push down, to drive the finger deeper, to rut against it and feel it inside. Draco slipped a second finger in and scissored slowly, curling and stroking a wildly sensitive spot that made Harry want to both leap away and cry out for more. He clutched the bed sheets and whimpered.
"Too much?" Draco cupped his face with his other hand. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"No," Harry gasped, his eyes fluttering open. "Don't stop."
"I think you like it," Draco purred. He kissed Harry and pressed deeper, scissoring and curling with more speed. Harry gradually relaxed enough that he didn't feel like jumping away. Then Draco inserted a third finger.
"Oh," Harry exhaled. He reached down and grasped Draco's cock in one hand and his own in the other.
"Not yet," Draco shuddered, and pushed both of Harry's hands away. "I don't want to come yet."
He worked his hand, kissing Harry and tweaking his nipples and nibbling his earlobe, and finally he withdrew. Harry moaned in disappointment, reflexively curling his hips in search of release. Draco whispered his charm again and positioned his cock, then pressed inside.
"Fuck," Harry hissed as the overwhelming fullness surprised him with its intensity. Draco ran his hand through Harry's hair and shushed him gently.
"It's okay," he whispered. "I'll go slow."
He slipped forward and back in small movements, just to accustom Harry to the sensation. Harry's hands were useless, gripping Draco's arms, then his hair, then the pillow, then his own hair. He didn't know what to do with himself, whether he welcomed or wanted to escape the invasion. He whimpered again as Draco pushed and relaxed, pushed and relaxed.
"Is this okay?" Draco asked. "I can stop," his voice shuddered involuntarily.
"Don't stop," Harry's eyes flew open. "More."
Draco thrust faster now, withdrawing a bit more each time and then pressing home. He reached between them and stroked Harry's cock as he pushed, but eventually needed both hands to brace on either side so he could push faster. Harry stroked himself and swept Draco's mouth down to his, his body a kaleidoscope of erotic sensations.
"I want you to come first," Draco grunted, his face ruddy and damp from exertion. His long blond forelock dangled above Harry's face and swung with every push. Harry could feel the climax rising, it boiled in his groin and spread through his limbs. Then suddenly it rocketed through him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
Harry came hard, pressing down against Draco and unloading over his hand and abdomen. Draco threw his head back and cried out as the crescendo wracked his body, coming in a long wave inside of Harry. When he finally released he collapsed on top of Harry, trapping the mess between them.
They lay draped together, heaving for breath and stroking lazy circles on each other with their fingertips. Finally Draco withdrew and rolled to the side, then quickly cast a charm to clear the sticky, cooling remnants away. Harry tossed his arms around Draco's shoulders and drew him in, nestling his head under his chin. He kissed the top of Draco's head and hummed in satisfaction. Yes, he definitely wanted to try that again soon.
They laid together quietly for a while, occasionally kissing and touching and smiling, but not talking. Harry reached down and drew Draco's left arm up close to his face so he could see his Dark Mark without his glasses. The black lines had faded, leaving something that looked more like a scar. He traced it with his fingers, noting the slightly raised texture.
"Do you know what the worst moment of my life was?" Draco murmured into Harry's chest.
"When you were marked?" Harry guessed.
"That was the second worst," Draco said. "The worst was after it was done, the first time the Dark Lord summoned his followers, the marked ones. I felt it in my body, beneath my skin, something I couldn't control. It was a part of him inside of me and there was nothing I could do to get it out. That was the worst moment of my life."
"I know," Harry said. Draco raised his head and looked at him. Harry pushed his hair back and touched his scar. Draco's eyes lingered over it for a moment and then pressed his lips together and nodded.
"I guess you do," he said.
"Should we be getting back?" Harry asked. "It's late. I want to be there when Ron wakes up."
Draco rolled to his feet and they dressed slowly, then Harry folded himself into Draco's arms and kissed him as they Disapparated back to the Burrow. Bean was cleaning the kitchen when they arrived, and Ron was asleep in his crib.
"He's getting so big," Draco whispered as he checked on the boy.
"He's aging a year every day and a half," Harry said. "By this time next week he'll be talking back and giving us attitude."
"What will we tell him?" Draco asked.
"That his mum and dad will be back soon and his uncles are taking care of him," Harry said. "That should work until he's eleven. After that he'll remember us from school and he'll know something is wrong."
"Hm," Draco frowned. "I'm not looking forward to that."
"Don't worry," Harry said. "That's days from now."