"I could live here," said Draco speculatively.

Harry laughed. "You've seen a coffee shop and walked a block through downtown and you already know you could live here?"

"In that coffee shop, I got complimented on my accent and checked out by no less than four people. It's nice to be appreciated."

"I appreciate you." Harry leaned across the bed in their suite at Hotel 1000 in downtown Seattle. It was, as Harry had promised, ludicrously expensive and still worth it somehow. Plus, it was five minutes from the stadium where Bagman's favorite team played. Harry kissed Draco's forehead, and Draco turned toward him, granting Harry better access to his lips. Harry took advantage of the opportunity, and they found themselves occupied for several minutes before Draco announced that he was hungry and tired and in no mood.

"Could've fooled me," Harry muttered, standing and straightening up.

"I'll be much less cranky after dinner and a nap," Draco promised. "I still can't believe you told your boss you were taking me with you."

Harry shrugged and sat back down to put on his trainers. "Well, you know I can't lie for shit, you've said so yourself. And he said as long as you paid your own way, he didn't see any problem with it. I did opt out of telling him that you likely had no intention of paying for most anything on this entire trip."

"As if you mind," said Draco, depositing himself on Harry's lap and slinging a leg over either side before snogging him breathless.

"I thought you were in no mood," Harry said, slightly dazed and in desperate need for more.

"I changed my mind. How long do we have to wait to shag, Harry?"

"What?"

Draco poked Harry in the chest. "You heard what I said."

"Well, I don't know. Longer than a week, don't you think?" They'd already come remarkably close, doing just about everything they could right up to sex but stopping there. Harry wanted to go further, but there was some hesitance there, considering how quickly he'd gone all the way with George, and how soon that became the most important part of their relationship. Granted, theirs was a romance that was doomed from the start, and Harry had always had the nagging notion that that was the case—while with Draco, there was no doubt in Harry's mind that this meant something more. So sex was an ellipsis and a question mark and something Harry tried not to think about, which was considerably more difficult with Draco straddling him.

"How soon did you have sex with Weasley the Elder?" Draco asked.

"Too soon," said Harry. "I don't remember exactly when, just that we'd hardly been together for more than a week or two, and I think that's the main reason it became so much more important than just about everything else. OK, fine, everything else," he added, catching the look on Draco's face. "And I know this, you and me, it means so much more than that ever did. It did as soon as you let me kiss you, and even more so after we went out. And I don't want to fuck it up."

"Would shagging fuck it up?"

"I don't know," Harry said honestly. "I just think there's that possibility that we'd have to use it as a quick fix eventually."

"You realize we've already had a fight, which is healthy, and we resolved it by talking it out after I threw Mal's food dish at your head, right?"

Harry chuckled. "Right." The fight had been silly—Harry wanted to take Mal with them to Seattle, and Draco insisted it wasn't practical. Ultimately, Harry conceded, leaving Mal in Hermione's care for the week. (Hermione, for her part, was thrilled that Harry and Draco were together. Ron was less so, but Harry assumed he could deal with that later.) "I don't think we even kissed."

"We did, if on the cheek counts."

"Never thought you'd be the type to like doing that," said Harry, brushing his lips against Draco's forehead.

"You're predictable enough that I knew you'd be thrilled with it," Draco said. "Well, I'm going to have to insist that you don't make me wait much longer, because I think we'll be ready before you know it."

"So you're not willing to wait for me?"

Draco furrowed his brow and pursed his lips in concentration. Harry held himself back from kissing him for the utter adorableness of that expression alone. "I suppose I'm going to have to be. That's compromise, right? That's a relationship thing?"

"I thought you'd done this before."

"I was 18 then. I'm 19 now. Everything changes when you turn 19."

Harry rolled his eyes and gave Draco a kiss before saying, "Come on. Let's go get something to eat, and you can take a nap while I try to figure out where Bagman is."

"If I were you, I'd check all the places you'd normally be too afraid to go into."

"That was the general idea." Harry hesitated. "Draco, I want to sleep with you. Really, I do. I just want it to be as special as it ought to be."

"And how special's that?"

"Pretty damn special."

"Noted. Now, let's get some distinctly American food, and I'll point out all the pubs that scare me the most, and then I'll send you into them before coming back here and getting some well deserved rest." Draco took Harry's hand and stood, pulling Harry along with him.

"Thought you didn't do PDA," said Harry, smiling wryly.

"One, I told you that on our first real date, and I was still comfortable lying then, and two, why's it matter? We're in America, land of the free and home of the uncouth."

"You are the reason they think we're too proper here. Stuck up, even."

"And you wouldn't have me any other way." Draco squeezed Harry's hand.

"I suppose that's true. Oi! D'you see that?"

"See what?" Draco asked, looking around the lobby.

"It's Bagman." Harry nodded toward a blond man in a bright green jersey.

"I didn't think anyone could make green look so bad," Draco said with a shudder. "What's he doing here, then?"

"Well, that's what I aim to find out," said Harry. "Is anyone looking at us?"

"Just the concierge. She's checked us both out now. What do you think? Should we give her a show?"

"A what?"

Draco rolled his eyes, turned toward Harry, and nearly snogged the life out of him. Too shocked to be angry, Harry had no choice but to reciprocate, and reciprocate he did, giving, he thought, just as well as he got from Draco. Eventually Draco pulled away slightly.

"If your intent was to get every person within a thousand paces staring at us," said Harry, "then you've gotten your wish. You do realize I wanted to surreptitiously cast a Tracking Charm on Bagman, right? And that's why I wanted to know if anyone was looking at us?"

"How would I know that?" Draco asked. "Also, 'surreptitiously?' What are you, Hermione Granger?"

Harry sighed. "I'm sure Bagman saw us, and no doubt he's already three states away from—"

"Harry Potter!" Bagman's booming voice rang out as he rushed over to Harry and Draco, giving Harry a bone-crushing hug before looking oddly at Draco.

"Malfoy, is it? Heard you got off as easy as I did in the last war!" Bagman laughed heartily and clapped Draco on the back. "And the two of you are together? How many young witches' hearts has that broken?" He laughed again. Draco shot Harry a sidelong glance, looking absolutely terrified. Harry choked back a laugh.

"Quite a few, I imagine," said Harry, slinging an arm around Draco. "How are you doing, Ludo?"

"Good! Good!" Bagman said enthusiastically. "You headed to the Sounders game tonight?"

"Can't say I am," Harry said. "Actually, I'm here looking for you."

Bagman's smile faltered slightly. "What for?"

"This year's charity exhibition game is coming up," Harry said smoothly. "And Britain needs you."

"Do they?" Bagman's grin turned broad again. "Well, if that's all you need..."

"Not quite," said Harry. "We're also going to need you to have a talk with Daniel O'Shea. He's trying to draft someone who's not ... well, not allowed onto the Wasps, and I'm sure you can convince him otherwise."

"Oh. Right. That's not so bad, I suppose." Bagman furrowed his brow. "I have to admit, Harry, I have some apprehension about coming back to London, what with the goblins and all."

Draco groaned. "Have you no regard for the International Statute of Secrecy?"

Bagman laughed and said with a hint of pride, "Never have, never will."

"We can deal with your apprehension easily," said Harry. "Just disguises and glamors."

"Right. That sounds great," Bagman said. "I just need to, um, pack." Bagman began to turn on the spot, Harry grabbed his concealed wand and cast a Tracking Charm, and the jersey-sporting man disappeared as he shouted, "Oh, piss it!"

"That did seem too easy," said Draco as he walked around the room, casting mild Memory Charms on his fellow lobby dwellers. "Where do you think he went?"

"I'll know as soon as he gets there."

"Have you done a Tracking Charm before?"

"No. It's like telepathy, right?"

"Hell if I know. I didn't even know it was real."

"Who would've invented it, then? I know I've heard of it."

"Well, maybe someone read a fic about it."

"Like that would ever happen." Harry shook his head and blinked. "Disney World."

"What?" Draco asked.

"That's where he went. I've heard Florida is hot as dragon's breath this time of year."

"I'll excuse your clunky simile in order to ask how that worked."

"Dunno," said Harry. "Just knew. Guess we'll have to stay at a Disney resort. The Dursleys did that once and even they couldn't complain about it."

Draco shrugged. "I could use a vacation. Another one."

"As could I," Harry agreed as they headed back up to their room with the intent of continuing their adventure gone awry.