Malfoy ignored Harry's letter for a few hours. He'd gone home with a horny Muggle man. After a less than satisfying two hours, Draco had gone back to his manor. An owl was waiting for him with Harry's letter when he woke up that morning. He didn't read it until after breakfast.

Malfoy,

I've considered your offer. I think I'd rather like to take you up on your proposition. I've never been with a man. So long as I'm divorcing my wife because of my preference, I might as well enjoy this new lifestyle and who better to teach me to enjoy myself than you? Let me know when we can start.

Potter

P.S. I don't want Ginny to know about all this. I don't want her to actually have to face these decisions. I think it would hurt her to know for a fact that I'd like to act on my sexuality.

Draco smirked at the quick note. So Harry had been interested after all. This was good news for Draco, to say the least. He thought Potter would look very nice in a rather submissive position. He thought it would be intriguing to finally have the upper hand, so to speak. If they were going to do this, Draco wasn't going to let Harry top him first.

He grabbed his own piece of parchment and a pen.

Potter,

I'll try to be subtle, but I rather do enjoy imagining the embarrassed blush on your wife's face as she reads exactly when I'd like to show you the proper way to fuck and be fucked by a man.

That wasn't too blunt was it?

Anyway, I'm glad to see the change of heart. Meet me for dinner Friday night at seven. We'll meet at The Leaky, but we won't be eating there. I'd like you to dress in nice Muggle clothes. We'll be out in Muggle London for a while.

Do not miss this opportunity, Potter.

Malfoy

Harry, of course, was not going to miss this, even though he was a bit frustrated with Draco's choice of phrasing. Ginny was home by the time Harry woke up, but she had made little appearance. She wasn't awake when Draco's proud eagle owl had tapped on the window, which was indeed a good thing because he didn't know if he would be able to handle her rage if she saw the letter. His response was a quick one: "I'll be there." He didn't feel like he needed to say anything else.

The rest of the week went by slowly for Harry, quickly for Draco who was busy restocking his Veritaserum and other potions he liked to keep on hand in his home. He might have revoked his status as a Death Eater, but Draco Malfoy still practiced a few exercises that might have just been a little bit typical of Dark Wizards. He was an accomplished potion maker, though. Making potions was just part of his everyday life. If he was going to have Harry Potter at his house and in his bed, Draco wanted to make sure he wasn't being lied to. The truth serum was important. He also had a few calming droughts to make, as well as a sobriety potion. He also regularly kept polyjuice potion available.

Finally Friday night came and Draco sat at the bar, waiting for Harry Potter, Saviour Extraordinaire. He was clad in grey wool trousers, a soft blue turtle neck jumper and a slightly darker jacket. His hair was slicked back for the most part, but a few strands of his fringe hung over his eyes. Potter came into Draco's view. Draco thought he looked like sex walking with his dark jeans and handsome dress shirt. Draco smirked. Harry's hair never could lie flat and it always looked like the man had just rolled out of bed.

"Was this the best you could do, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. Harry frowned and looked down at his clothes. He was not comforted by the smirk on Draco's face.

"Sod off," Harry grumbled. Draco laughed. Harry's heart lifted. It had been a while since he had heard such a lovely sound.

Draco set an arm around Harry's shoulders and dragged him outside of The Leaky. "Come on, you rotter. I'm hungry and I want something to drink. I know just the place," he said.

"You know, as long as we're doing this, maybe it would be prudent to call each other by our first names. Don't you think?" Harry suggested.

Malfoy rolled his eyes again and lightly cuffed Harry on the back of the head. "No. People would get suspicious, Potter."

It only took them a minute to get to the restaurant. There, they got a secluded booth and a bottle of red wine to share. "So, Harry, how far are you willing to take this? I am assuming this would be your first time experiencing anything with a man. Have you ever even kissed another bloke?" Draco asked. He smiled at the slow shake of Harry's head.

"That still doesn't answer the first question."

"I think I'd like to go as far as I can. You would listen, right, if I needed to back out of this?" Harry asked just a little bit sheepishly. Draco nodded with a mischievous spark to his eyes. Harry wasn't sure if this look was meant to comfort him or not.

The meal itself was delightful. They shared a steak among other things, but mostly talked and caught up. After dessert, a rich chocolate cake, the pair decided to head to the mostly empty Malfoy Manor. Aside from the staff of House Elves, only Narcissa was home, but she kept to herself for the most part. In fact, she was already asleep by the time Draco apparated to the front door with Harry holding onto his arm. Astoria, Draco's wife by name only, had her own flat in London. Draco didn't mind paying for it if it meant he never had to see her.

Soon Draco had a two bottles of Merlot on the coffee table, one already empty, with one vial of Veritaserum already gone. They'd been playing a little game.

"Okay, okay, okay. Let's see… I can't produce a Patronus," Draco confessed after Harry admitted to his dream from the night before.

Harry ran his hand through Draco's hair, his smile fading. "You can't?"

"Nope. I guess it's just because I haven't had a very happy life. You have to have powerful memories to produce a Patronus. They need to be at least a little happy. I don't have any of those. I've tried. You know, thinking about when my son was born, but then I get to thinking about his mother and that ruins it," Draco sighed. He was just a little bit drunk. He'd given each of them half a sobriety potion so they couldn't be entirely drunk, but not entirely sober either. He laughed and rubbed Harry's thigh. His head was resting In Harry's lap.

"'S your turn," Draco reminded after a moment of silence.

Harry looked back down at Draco only to see a single tear sliding from the corner of one eye. He furrowed his brows as he swiped it away. "I think you're too beautiful to have had the sort of life you've lived," he whispered. Draco almost didn't hear him. He leaned up then, setting his glass on the coffee table. Once he'd maneuvered himself out of Harry's lap and turned a bit so that he was facing Harry, Draco pulled Harry's mouth against his own and kissed him deeply. At first Harry didn't respond. He just took what was given to him, but that was alright by Draco. After a few moments Harry did respond. He opened his mouth a little bit more, allowed Draco's tongue (beneath the merlot, was that citrus Harry tasted?) to breach his lips and plunder him, making Harry's knees soften and his hands convulse. Draco loved that Harry felt so raw. Harry loved that Draco was so much different than a woman. He loved the stubble on Draco's cheek, his taste, his boldness. With Ginny it always felt so wrong, so soft, so yielding.

Harry pushed Draco away for just a second. "I, uh, you want to…" he hinted.

"Take this up to my room? I'd love to. Hold on, Potter," Draco demanded. With a pop they disappeared only to reappear in Draco's spacious bedroom. Unlike in Potter's room, there were no pictures of friends, no portraits of family (these were all located elsewhere in Malfoy Manor, including a few well-done paintings of the serious, shrewd family of blonds currently living there), very few personal effects at all. Draco only had expensive furniture, some lovely art (though none of the paintings had people in them) and a few articles of clothing draped over a chair or the dresser. One wall was a bookshelf, but otherwise no one would know that this room belonged to Draco and only Draco. It might have been mistaken for a guest room.

Malfoy pushed the other man to his bed, flicked his wand so that Harry was stripped and grinned wolfishly at what he saw there. "My, my, you are in trouble." Harry grabbed his wand and cast the same spell on Malfoy. "Nice, Potter." Malfoy pounced. Both naked, their wands rolling down to the floor, their mouths found each other and hastily familiarized one tongue with the other. Draco was the first to moan, but Harry happily followed suit.

"Oh, stop, Malfoy! Please, I need to breathe!" Draco laughed at Harry's words but allowed Harry the room to breathe while his mouth explored more of Harry's darker skin. He kissed down Harry's stomach, running his fingers through the coarse hair beneath his navel, leading to his thick erection which was nestled at the base by another nice patch of hair. Draco was rather fond of hair.

Harry heard a loud moan from nearby as he felt Draco encompassing his cock with his mouth, only to discover it was in fact his own mouth making the delightful noise. Draco glanced up in time to see the surprised expression on Harry's face, which only made him smirk around his mouthful. He sucked on the warm cock in his mouth, an action which forced Harry to grip the blond hair. Draco groaned as sucked Harry's cock further down his throat, wincing just a bit as the head roughly came into contact with the back of Draco's throat. Harry had thrust accidentally. Quickly Draco recovered, but he still back off a bit to just lavish the head with his tongue, lips and teeth.

"Ugh, don't stop." Malfoy raised a pale brow at Harry, but he didn't chuckle like he wanted to. Instead he continued to suck Harry off. Of course Ginny had never used her mouth like this. Harry was wondering why he hadn't gotten a blow job from a man before. Draco knew what he was doing to Harry and that made Harry feel so much better about this whole thing. If Draco could do this, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility for Harry to be able to do this to Draco and bring him pleasure. Of course he would have to practice, but there was a lot of potential fun in that.

While he rolled Harry's balls in his hand, Draco realized Harry wasn't going to last very long. He pulled his mouth away from Harry, much to Harry's chagrin, and reached for the nightstand to grab some lubricant.

Even as he coated his fingers, Draco gave Harry a serious look. "Are you sure you want this?" he had to ask.

"Yeah, I need it. Fuck. I need something! Just fuck me, Draco, please!" Harry begged. Draco needed no further persuasion and gently pressed two fingers into Draco's arse so he could begin to prepare him. At first it stung and Harry wasn't sure if he would like it. He didn't feel anything but discomfort, however there was no pain. It didn't take him long to get used to the idea and began to relax and welcome the intrusion, begging for more of it as Draco found and abused Harry's prostate. After a third finger forced its way in until the body beneath Draco was yielding and ready, Draco gave Harry one last chance to change his mind before he buried himself into Harry's body, resulting in two loud moans.

Draco took his time building up his speed. He didn't want to rip the other man in half, but he definitely wanted to feel some friction. It didn't take long for the pair of them to find a comfortable pace. Harry had to wrap his arms around Draco's shoulders just to keep himself together while Draco's mouth found Harry's. They lingered in a sloppy kiss while Draco forcefully fucked Harry, rocking his hips in such a way that Harry never had a moment to catch his breath from the attention to his prostate.

Harry pulled one of his hands away so he could take his leaking erection into his hand and pumped it. In the haze of their slight drunken state, time seemed to pass too quickly, but neither man minded. They felt good and that was all that really mattered. When Harry came, Draco wasn't far behind him. It was sloppy and not as fulfilling as Draco had expected, but Harry was satisfied enough. Draco pulled out and hunted for his wand so he could syphon up the mess with a spell.

"Draco, that was… much better than with Ginny," Harry sighed.

"Don't compare me to your wife, Potter," Draco reminded. He collapsed onto his back, allowing Harry to cuddle up against his side. "You need more practice." Harry frowned, but his smile came back as he realized what that meant. It meant Harry would get to do this again and it would be better. Draco felt like this was partly his fault. He hadn't given Harry much instruction. Next time, he'd be sure to use vocal commands and he'd be sure to keep them both sober.

"Are you staying the night here?" Draco asked Harry who nodded and nuzzled Draco's chest. Draco laughed, but his lips froze as Harry caught eye of the Mark on his arm. Harry took Draco's hand so he could get a better look. "Potter, don't… Don't you dare touch it." His voice trembled as Harry's fingers hovered over the Dark Mark. Voldemort had been able to summon Death Eaters simply by touching it. Harry had been touched by Voldemort. Harry had some of Voldemort's powers. If Harry touched it, would they come? Would they all appear in his room in the middle of the night? Draco squeezed his eyes closed until he felt Harry move. Harry's fingers grazed the skin there. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. Draco sighed heavily. "Don't ever do that again, Potter."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry muttered. He too had been expecting Death Eaters to appear, even though Voldemort was dead and had been for a long time. He kissed Draco then, pulling the blankets up around them and settling back on Draco's chest. He fell asleep like that, sleeping better than he had in a few weeks.