Draco woke up to the same message every morning, and every day was just as good. And Harry's journey to work was always brightened by Draco's reply. Before long, three weeks had passed and Draco had found himself pushing more and more for them to meet.

He wasn't direct about it, he didn't have the right to tell his master what to do, but he knew the effect he had on his master, and he exploited that to the utmost … moaning, whimpering, pouting, gasping, thrusting … he used every sense he could to push the man watching to need the ultimate sense – touch.

And it was working, although Harry didn't broach the subject until late one Friday night, as they were both basking in the afterglow of their fourth orgasm.

"Dray?"

"Yes master," came the eager reply. That was one of the things Harry loved most about Draco, he was also so eager, so ready and willing to indulge Harry's every whim. Such a good boy.

"I think it's time."

"Time master? Time for what?" That was another thing about Draco, he was always sleepy after he came. Harry would bet anything that, once they were finally together, by this time after an orgasm, Draco would have crawled into his arms to sleep. Well, Harry fervently hoped he would anyway.

"Time to meet, Draco. I need to feel you. Do you want that too?" Harry asked carefully. He knew it was irrational, he knew that he'd never do anything to hurt Draco, but still, every part of his being cried out to protect his beautiful lover.

"Yes! Yes master, I want that so badly. Please. Please can we meet."

"Alright pet. When would you like to meet?" Harry fought to hide his chuckle at the excitement on his cute submissive's face.

"Tomorrow?"

A well of emotion threatened to overcome Harry. He had never, in all his life, expected to find someone like Draco, someone with whom he could have such a genuine, heartfelt connection.

"Alright Draco, tomorrow. I want you to feel safe love, so you choose where and when."

Draco found himself similarly overwhelmed with emotion at how caring his master was. Tears of joy threatened to spill down his pink cheeks as he gulped and desperately tried to think of the place he wanted to see his master for the first time.

"Do you know the gardens behind Westminster Abbey?"

"Yes," Harry said cautiously. He was surprised Draco knew those gardens actually, they had been planted after the Wizarding War to commemorate and commiserate the victims, both dead and living. The flowers and trees had flourished, and the gardens were a haven for many witches and wizards, even the muggles who wandered through could feel the sacredness of the space, even if they had no idea how it had suddenly appeared in the middle of London.

Although, now he thought about it, perhaps it wasn't so surprising that Draco went there. He was only a child when his father had forced him into serving Voldemort, he was as much a victim of the war as anyone. And not only had he lost his family, he'd lost his whole way of life.

"Yeah, I know the gardens." I opened them Harry thought. Suddenly all his fears about how Draco would react came flooding back. Harry couldn't lose him. He couldn't. It would kill him.

"Would there be okay?" Draco was shifting, cleaning his come off his chest and curling under his duvet. He'd moved his laptop to his bedside table and made sure the webcam still had him in frame. He couldn't help but giggle when he thought that this would be the last night that only his face that was visible.

"Sure. What time?" Harry was desperately fighting back the urge to call it off. Draco would understand. They'd both changed so much since Hogwarts. It would be fine. It had to be.

"Well, I don't normally visit them until it gets dark. The flowers are beautiful in the moonlight, and there's no one there to rec… to disturb me."

The sadness in Draco's voice almost broke Harry's heart. The poor kid couldn't even mourn his own family in peace without being recognised and assaulted. Verbally or physically Harry couldn't tell, but the very thought of either made him feel physically sick.

Draco had every reason to hate his past. How would he respond to meeting the man he thought was his future, and finding out that he was the literal embodiment of everything he fought daily to forget.

Fuck.

"Master? Are you there?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm here baby."

"Will you be there master? At midnight tomorrow?" Draco was getting nervous now. Why did his master sound so … off?

"I…I love you Draco. I really do. Please remember that." Harry was close to tears, he couldn't see any way that he could meet Draco without revealing his identity. If he stood Draco up, the blonde would never forgive him, but if he went, Draco would never speak to him again.

At the very least, he'd feel betrayed, and at the worst, he'd hate Harry, and himself, for allowing himself to be vulnerable.

"I love you too master. What's wrong?" Draco's voice rose, he could tell that his master was upset, and it made him feel strangely protective. His master belonged to him just as he belonged to his master. And as his father had always told him – Malfoys protect their belongings.

Not that Draco was truly a Malfoy anymore. But the principle still stood.

"Please master. Answer me?"

"It's nothing baby. I'm fine." Harry snapped. He wasn't sure how he was feeling, but he was sure that, as master, he shouldn't show weaknesses to the submissive.

"Okay…" answered Draco, reluctant to disagree with his master, but also totally unconvinced.

"I'll see you tomorrow in the gardens at midnight. Kiss goodnight?"

Still confused, and a little worried, Draco leaned up to kiss the camera goodnight before the connection, and the call, was terminated.

Letting out a huge sigh, Draco let himself fall onto the bad where he lay staring up at the ceiling for hours. Had he done something to annoy his master? Everything was going so well…

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe someone had knocked on master's door or something. He still agreed to meet tomorrow, so whatever it was, they could talk it through together then.

They were going to meet. Tomorrow! Despite his lingering worries, a quiver of delight still raced through Draco at the thought.

Eventually he must have fallen asleep, because when he awoke, a text message was waiting for him.

I love you pet. I'm sorry for ending our call so abruptly last night. Forgive me? Xxx

Draco smiled softly. Like he could ever need to forgive his master.

I love you master. There's nothing to forgive. I can't wait to see you tonight xxx

The day passed slowly for Draco – always the way, time drags when you're waiting for something.

But time seemed to fly for Harry. He still hadn't figured out how he should break his identity to Draco. He had to go, he couldn't just abandon the blonde. But if he did go, the blonde might abandon him.

Either way, Harry lost Draco.

Fuck.

Maybe he could wear some sort of mask?

No. How creepy would that be, a masked stranger wandering around in the dark? No, that wouldn't work. It would probably just make things worse.

He had to risk it. There was a chance that Draco wouldn't freak out, he'd be okay with it, and they could be together. He'd give anything for that. For all Draco knew, his master was a muggle, so that had to mean something. The spoiled brat Harry knew in Hogwarts would never have allowed a muggle to some much as make him a cup of tea, let alone dominate him.

That was the thought Harry was clinging onto as he walked down the dark street and turned left, ducking through the archway that guarded the entrance to the gardens. It was two minutes to midnight, and Harry's hands had been trembling for the past hour.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Harry moved further into the garden. Although not huge, the paths were twisted, and many trees had been planted, so it took several minutes for Harry to find Draco, a lone figure sitting on a stone bench under an oak tree. There was a lamp above him, casting an angelic glow over the young man.

Harry hadn't fully rounded the corner, and Draco was looking the other way, so Harry hung back for a second. He knew he should just go over, but his feet didn't seem to agree.

If Harry had thought Draco was beautiful through a webcam, Draco in person was indescribable.

Suddenly a bird fluttered out of the branches above Harry. Draco's head snapped round and his breath caught as he saw a man stepping into the path.

"Hello?" He called softly.

The man stopped just short of the circle of light.

"Draco?" The voice was achingly familiar, but also different, less certain, more questioning than demanding.

"Yes. It's you, isn't it?"

"It's me."

Draco took a small, faltering step towards his master, only to stop as the man stumbled back a pace.

"Master?" He questioned softly.

"I love you Draco. Please tell me you know that." The voice was almost desperate, pleading.

"Of course. I love you too. Please master. We're so close I … I need you."

"I know baby. Just … please remember that I love you and the past has no meaning to me anymore."

"The past…?"

The man seemed to steel himself, clenching his fists as he stepped into the light.

Draco's eyes flared in recognition.

"Harry?"

It was then that a red light flared and pain exploded in Draco's side.

The last thing he saw before falling into the darkness was Harry's face, those brilliant green eyes shining.

A thousand apologies for the delay. I really cannot excuse myself and I am so so sorry.

Forgive me?

Please review, it took me a while to get back into the swing of it and I'm not sure how well this fits with the first four chapters.

Oh, and sorry about the cliffhanger. To be honest I have no idea what will happen next either, so if you have any suggestions, you know what to do