A/N - Congrats on getting so far. Let the smut begin.

Warning - slash sexual acts that warrant an M rating

Disclaimer - The themes and most characters belong to my queen, JK Rowling, author of the true Harry Potter books.

"Good morning."

Harry had fallen asleep on his bed, totally spent. Not wearing a scrap of clothing at that. He tried to grab the sheets out from under him to cover himself, causing him to fall on the floor with an "umph!"

"Classy, Potter."

"Malfoy, What are you doing in here?"

"Well you left so suddenly last night."

"You kicked me out."

"Your timing was dismal. Nonetheless you promised me dinner."

"It's seven in the morning!"

"Unlike you I'm granting the courtesy of proper warning."

Harry gave up on modesty and stood, cupping his unmentionables in his hands.

"You're taking me out to dinner?"

Draco's eyes had drifted but they instantly snapped back to Harry's face. He snickered.

"No Potter, you will take me out to dinner. I want to see if you have what it takes to date me."

Harry stepped around the bed, grinning. He let go of himself and instead took hold of Malfoy's hips, pressing their bodies together.

"Oh, I have what it takes."

"P-Potter, you're naked!"

"Hmm? What did you expect?"

"Not this." Malfoy half-murmured to himself. "I swear to Merlin, not this."

Harry pressed his lips gently against Draco's throat.

"This is entirely inappropriate!"

"What? You just asked me out. Of course it is."

Malfoy's eyes shut and he drew in a deep breath. Harry took the opportunity. He found Draco's mouth and brought their lips together. Draco's opened without prompting. Almost immediately after Harry got shoved away.

"Harry, your breath is pungent!"

Self-consciously Harry wiped his mouth on the back of his arm.

"Well you did just wake me up."

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Go bathe, I'll wait for you."

"Why?"

Malfoy's cheeks pinked. "So we can go to breakfast you buffoon!"

Harry collected his glasses and wand and glared at Malfoy. What a way to ruin a moment. Besides Harry knew for certain that Malfoy would be snooping through his things as soon as he left. Not that it mattered, until Harry was to change the password to his door Malfoy could break in any time he wanted. Taking some clean robes Harry left to his bathroom smiling. That wasn't about to happen.

After finishing a large breakfast sitting beside Malfoy Harry almost kissed him goodbye. He received a sharp kick under the table for that. He would have said something then to torture Malfoy but McGonagall had finally entered the Great Hall and Harry was eager to avoid her.

Out of breath he arrived for his Quidditch class.

When he could finally dismiss his unruly students he skipped to his office and worked on the next week's plans. He brushed up the gaming schedules and drafted the proposition of junior training sessions he meant to give to McGonagall. The entire business proved long and tiresome but Harry needed to do it because he needed someone's help and she was the type of person who would refuse to help him if he was behind in his work.

"Hermione I need dating advice."

He had caught her outside the charm's classroom and so they received a respectable audience as Hermione clutched her sides and roared with laughter. Every time she looked up at Harry's face, ready to respond, another burst of mirth seized her. Eventually tears ran down her cheeks and she'd lost all her breath.

"Come on, let's find a more quiet spot to talk about this." She told Harry and took up his arm.

They quickly came across and empty classroom and hurried inside.

"So…" Hermione suppressed another giggle. "You and Malfoy…?"

Harry shrugged.

"Maybe. It all might be a trick."

Hermione nodded. "Probably."

"Still he wants me to take him to dinner tonight."

"Malfoy does?"

Harry nodded.

Hermione went red in the face and snorted.

"Hermione!"

"Sorry. Okay, look have you ever been to a wizarding restaurant before?"

Harry slowly shook his head, he'd been to the Hog's Head, the Leaky Cauldron, Stews and Brews and the Broomsticks but he didn't think those counted at 'restaurants'.

"I went to one in France. They're ridiculously expensive, they move around and you have to book months in advance. No doubt Malfoy's been to lots of them."

Harry scratched the back of his head.

"Does he expect me to get into one?"

Hermione shook her head sadly. "No, I think he expects you to make a fool of yourself, taking him somewhere he deems lower class."

She was probably right.

"Then what should I do?"

Hermione's face brightened. "I have an idea."

"Yes?"

"You cook, don't you?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"Then do that! He won't expect it."

"But I only know how to cook the muggle dishes the Dursleys used to eat."

"Even better, he won't be able to criticize something he's never tried before. Besides most of the time wizarding food is no different to muggle food, it's just simpler to make."

Harry nodded.

"Harry, don't cook for him in your quarters. Take him to Grimmauld or something."

"I wasn't going to take him to my quarters." Harry retorted.

"Harry, you do realize how utterly ridiculous this is? Malfoy's a horrible person."

"I know."

"And he hasn't done anything to prove otherwise."

"He hasn't been completely horrible. He is still trying to find out where those potions came from."

"Wasn't he caught up in that?"

Harry nodded.

"So doesn't he benefit from that more than you?"

Harry shrugged and nodded again.

"Harry why are you doing this? I must admit I'm not entirely surprised that you like..other men, but I always thought you were interested in Justin Flinch-Fletchley, why couldn't you have gone for him? He's a Hufflepuff he works for the ministry, why Malfoy? Doesn't this just make your life more complicated?"

Harry's jaw dropped. How had Hermione known about Justin? Even Harry hadn't really paid much attention to his ever-growing childhood obsession with Justin. Although that obsession had been eclipsed tenfold by that he had for Malfoy.

"Hermione, I can't explain it, he's the most annoying person in the world. I've never been able to leave him alone, not since sixth year, actually, not since second year. I don't think I'll ever stop being obsessed with him."

"But it's dangerous Harry, we all heard him say he'll break your heart." She bit her lip. "Oh, why did you have to tell him you love him? You didn't mean it did you? You're just upset because of Ginny…"

"That's just it Hermione, I'm not upset over Ginny at all."

"Why not?"

"Because when I found out about her engagement, I'd kissed Malfoy. I was figuring out I was in love with him."

"What if he hates you?"

"Well he does, I know he does. And I hate him but there's something more."

"Like what Harry? What could counter something so poisonous in a relationship?"

"We need each other. We need to hate each other. It's the only thing in life that feels right and…comfortable…I really don't know. I just know that I don't want it to stop."

Hermione's face broke into despair "What about us, your friends. If you needed someone to reach out to, you could reach out to us. Not someone who's always been out to hurt you."

Harry smiled.

She was right. Even though her and Ron had each other. But more so she was right about Draco. He was always out to hurt Harry.

"Thanks." He told her.

Hermione looked confused.

"You've helped a lot,"

"Don't think I'm not supportive of you, I am, I'm glad you're looking for love now and I'm glad you're not hiding anything from us…"

Harry smiled at her some more.

"I know." Harry looked out the classroom window at the afternoon clouds. "I should get going."

Hermione caught him up in a hug. "Good luck." She breathed.

He pulled away from her.

"And Harry, don't try to cook anything too difficult."

In the kitchen of Grimmauld place Harry stood over the filet mignon sizzling within a perfectly applied heat charm and béarnaise sauce. A potato gratin emitted steam beside it, competing with the roasted asparagus swimming in a pool of butter, lemon and shallots. Blue cheese cake and chocolate strawberry sorbet were underway with Harry's magic dutifully stirring and cooking. Hermione had been right; magic did make cooking so much easier.

Fortunately after leaving her Harry had the presence of mind to send a patronus to the dungeons saying

"Floo to 12 Grimmauld Place, 8pm Dinner."

Hopefully it was enough.

"Kreacher, stop setting the table! I told you I'd do it."

"But Master Malfoy is coming here! The Black blood is returning and you has done it all wrong!"

Harry tried to calmly plate the evening's meals.

"Here, Kreacher, I've made you some too, you can eat it now if you like."

The house elf plodded into the kitchen and snatched the plated food from Harry.

"Kreacher fixed the table." He informed before disappearing.

Harry took the two plates for him and Draco into the dining room and almost dropped them.

A Wizarding beverage of some sort sat pinkish-amber and sparkling in glittering glasses shaped like tulips, or some other similar flower. Rows of ambiguous silver cutlery lined the two set places and in the middle was a lit candle hovering above the table's surface. It was too much; Harry would never go to so much effort, especially not for Draco. The blond wizard was going to take one look at the room and leave again. Laughing. Harry placed the plates down and frantically began looking at the silverware, trying to decide which to put back.

"Well, this is adequate."

It was too late. Somehow flooing in silently Malfoy had snuck up behind Harry, scaring the living daylights out of him.

"I didn't do it." Harry informed, embarrassed.

"Well of course not." Malfoy laughed, taking his seat. "This is the work of a House Elf, I doubt you even know what these are for." Malfoy picked up a twisted looking fork, to prove his point.

Harry sat down too, feeling a little better.

"Did the house elf cook this?" Malfoy asked, looking at his food.

Harry didn't answer, he took a small mouthful and smiled he had done well. Malfoy followed suit and looked surprised.

"This is superb."

"Thanks."

"I didn't take you for one that would take credit for a House Elf."

"Kreacher's a free elf, or at least as good as. I didn't ask him to set the table; he did that on his own. As for the cooking, that was me."

Draco took another mouthful.

"Well?" Harry asked.

Malfoy swallowed. "Well what?"

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Like what? There isn't anything I can insult."

Harry grinned. That was good enough for him.

Both continued eating.

"Have you heard who McGonagall's going to replace you with at the school?"

Harry almost choked on his drink.

"What?"

"She's expecting you to leave for the Ministry one day, I suspect. Anyway the board of governors lined up Gwenog Jones, this will be her last season with the Harpies."

"Oh, well, that's…I didn't think about that."

Harry took an asparagus spear and chewed it thoughtfully.

"Well I'm just telling you so you can get yourself ready. Maybe actually learn what the Auror examinations are."

"How do you know I want to be an Auror?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Of course you want to be an Auror. "

"How is investigating the potion going?"

Draco shrugged. "I'll be visiting Ashcliffe on Saturday, McGonagall said I could go tonight but I really don't want Slughorn taking over my classes tomorrow."

"It's only Friday." Harry pointed out. Both of them knew student's barely learnt anything on Fridays.

"Still, it's a whole day."

Harry nodded. Both had finished their main course and so Harry vanished the dished and summoned the deserts in.

"So this is my mother's family's house…" Draco commented, peering around.

"Well not anymore." Harry retorted, smugly.

Draco sipped his drink. "Sorry I meant your house."

"It's not my house either, I'm giving it away."

"You can't be serious? Who is so much in your favor you're giving a house to them? It isn't that mediwizard…is it?"

Harry laughed. "It's not so much someone who is in my favor as they are in the house's favor. It's Kreacher, he's been looking after this place for generations, it means something to him."

Draco blinked. "That name sounds awfully familiar but I just know you don't mean…"

"The House Elf, Draco, yes. He's been a helpful ally to me in times past and to be honest this house has too. But it has bad memories, I don't want to live here."

"You're giving, this ancient pure-blood family's house to a House Elf?"

Harry had almost expected anger from Draco.

"Do you have any idea how expensive this real-estate is?"

"I assume very."

"That's understating it."

At least he'd expected Draco to argue with him. He had not expected Draco to be so amused. Draco laughing properly was quite a sight and Harry enjoyed it.

The blond caught his breath and composed himself.

"There are laws you know, is it even legal for a House Elf to own property?"

"I have connections." Harry shrugged, thinking of Hermione.

"Yes, I suppose you know Harry Potter."

Harry smiled; Draco's sense of humor was beginning to grow on him.

"I can't believe Gwenog Jones is quitting Quidditch."

"That's what happens when they bring in younger, better players." Draco replied nonchalantly.

Harry didn't want to talk about Ginny.

"How are your parents?"

Draco put down his forkful of cheesecake.

Harry elaborated. "Well it's just I thought Andromeda was coming in this Saturday to talk to you about them. Only now you're going to the mines instead."

Draco paled. "I forgot about that…"

Harry sat up straight in his chair.

"Draco, I can talk to her if you like. I'm all for your father sitting out his time in Azkaban but your mother saved my life. If we can get her wand back…"

"Her wand was destroyed in the battle." Draco reminded Harry.

"Then, if she can be released from house arrest and allowed a new wand…also, if it helps you at all we can play up a friendship for the papers, I'll make a statement about how redeemed you are and helping the new generation at Hogwarts regardless of blood status."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Why would you need to do that? Play up a friendship?"

Harry sucked in a breath.

"Because I can't do this."

"Harry…"

"Just listen, Draco. It was unfair that I said anything to you at all. I haven't been coping, after the war and those potions must have messed me up more than I thought…"

"Harry, what…"

"The position I put you in…it's understandable that my outburst lead to this, it is." Harry gulped. "But I know you don't love me and I'm not even sure I meant what I said anymore. So to make up for it, I'll help you. The press will be more understanding of a friendship between us, if anything will help your parents, that will. And if you came here tonight just so you could humiliate me in the future, well, you still can, you'll just have to be more creative."

"Harry!"

"No, Draco, it's okay. I'm going to go back to Hogwarts now."

Harry stood up and Draco followed suit.

"You've been through a lot, not many people will understand that but I do. Go back to Astoria. I'll find someone else. You can forget I ever said anything."

Harry marched to the fireplace, which was thankfully still lit and thankfully there was a full supply of Floo powder. Harry tossed a handful into the flames and stepped in "Hogwarts, Harry Potter's quarters." He told the fire sadly.

In his dark room he stepped out of the ashy fireplace and stained the carpet under his feet. He sighed deeply. It was for the best, he'd just gotten himself out of a big mess that was going to get out of control very quickly. Definitely for the best.

Maybe he could get Hermione to introduce him to Justin again, or see if Charlie knew anyone…

The room illuminated. Harry was pushed against the nearest wall, Draco's furious face glared at him.

"Draco…"

"Harry! For goodness sake, you have to learn to listen to me!"

Harry blinked.

"You're in my quarters again." He pointed out stupidly.

"I followed you through the Floo."

"Okay…"

Malfoy's face grew even angrier. "That's not the point!" Malfoy took a moment to think. Harry looked at the ball of light Draco had conjured. It hovered behind his shoulder. "This is the point."

Harry tried to look back at Draco's face to see what he meant but he couldn't see it anymore. They were kissing, deep and wet and there was no Pomfrey around.

One of Malfoy's Hands slid under Harry's robes and under his shirt, spreading over the skin of his abdomen, causing goose bumps to rise. Harry shivered but didn't pull away. He couldn't, Draco had him pinned against the wall and his leg was between Harry's thighs, his hand was under his shirt; his tongue was in his mouth. Harry moaned. Draco's other hand was pushed deep into his hair. The hand on his skin slid up to his chest, massaging it. But Harry couldn't accept it. All over his body was alive but somehow the thought wriggled in of, why the hell was Draco doing this?

Harry's hands had found their usual grip on Draco's hips. Tensing his arms Harry pushed. Their kiss broke.

"What are you doing?" Harry managed to ask.

Draco growled. It was an unexpected reaction and Harry laughed.

"Harry, I can't go back to Astoria."

"Why not?" Harry asked. He had pushed Draco away but he couldn't bring himself to let go completely. His hands still rested on Draco's hips.

"That marriage contract I had with her, it was between our parents. And probably the one chance my family had of redemption in pure blood circles."

"Then go back." Harry was struggling not to sound spiteful.

"Even after your ridiculous outburst in the Broomsticks the marriage was still on, but the next day I owled the Greengrass' and cancelled it."

"Why? Why would you do that?"

"Because there's no way I'm staying betrothed to that witch if there's a chance I can be with you."

Harry gulped, he could be almost sure Malfoy hadn't meant it the way it sounded.

"You don't have to do it that way now. I told you, I'd help you with the press."

"Fuck the press! I always knew you and I being a couple would bring nothing but bad press. It won't only infuriate my parents but it will probably keep them locked up longer."

"Then…why...I mean you came to dinner tonight."

"Yes, I did. Because yesterday you said dinner and I wanted to have dinner with you."

Draco leant in, supporting himself on the wall behind Harry. There was no space between them, no space to think or breathe.

"You came so you could humiliate me."

"I would humiliate you whether I came tonight, Harry, or not."

Harry looked up; trying to pretend Malfoy wasn't so close.

"You tricked me in the hospital wing."

"That was…uncouth of me. Call it a bad habit?"

Draco's lips pressed against Harry's exposed throat, the contact jolted through his whole body. Moving back Draco licked along Harry's neck, up to his ear in one stroke.

"I don't need to do this." Draco whispered, placing his hand behind Harry's back and pushing their bodies, flat, together. "Not if I was just trying to use you."

"Then why?"

Draco sighed and looked at Harry, a somewhat bored expression on his face.

"I suppose one could say it's because I reciprocate your feelings, though you won't hear me declaring it in a crowded bar."

"You…really? You can't say it like that. Tell me properly if you mean it."

Draco sighed.

"I love you…Potter."

Harry laughed. Even in the dim light he could tell how embarrassed Draco was.

"I meant to say Harry."

Harry kept laughing.

"Not so much any more!" Draco snapped.

Harry grabbed hold of Draco's face and recaptured their kiss. It was good enough, his mind couldn't think of why Draco would say that he loved him. So for the moment he could be happy.

Draco broke away. "Do you know what you're doing?" He asked.

"No." Harry breathed. He most certainly didn't know what he was doing in any sense so it didn't matter what Draco's question related to.

"Me neither." Draco replied and their lips re-connected. Draco's tongue pushed against Harry's. Harry tugged at Malfoy's robes. They were fitted and elaborately clasped, however still no match for a determined and horny young wizard. Harry had them undone and stripped them away from Draco who eagerly helped before pulling Harry back against him so they could kiss more. Harry felt their erections rub through their trousers; he nudged his hips forward, increasing the contact. It was unbearable. He did it again, pushing his hips even harder and felt Malfoy respond both against his crotch and into his mouth with a startled gasp. Draco's hands groped Harry's buttocks and pulled Harry toward him, making their contact tighter. Harry's hands busied themselves undoing Draco's buttons on his stupid shirt. Draco pulled out his wand and in a flash Harry's clothes were gone.

"Hey!"

Draco showed how much he cared by latching onto Harry's neck and sucking. Harry moaned and forgot what he was worried about. Draco's tongue slid out and licked ministrations down to Harry's chest, which he concentrated on. Harry buried his fingers in the blond strands of hair. Draco ignored the pulling as he licked down to Harry's navel and slid his tongue inside, dropping to his knees so that his breath warmed Harry's fully erect cock.

"Draco…" Harry let go of Draco's hair and wanted to pull him back to his feet. His arms and legs were shaking too much to do anything.

"Don't worry." Draco's voice revealed that he too was trembling. "I know what I'm doing."

Harry meant to say something, like "I'm sure you do." or "We can talk about this." But Draco indeed knew what he was doing and had run his tongue along the shaft of Harry's member, rendering Harry completely speechless.

Harry's knees almost gave out as Draco took the head into his mouth and then the shaft, deeper then what Harry thought possible. The result was wet and warm and Draco's tongue pulsed along the skin.

Harry's thoughts dropped from his head. It was Draco's mouth; Draco had his mouth on…him. He felt incredible.

Draco pulled back and grabbed a hold of the now wet cock with his hand. He licked the slit at the top and then took it all back into his mouth. Fluidly he pulled back, not all the way then pushed back forward.

In his own ears Harry heard his own breathing short and sharp. His head had dropped back and hit the wall behind him but it wasn't too easy to remember when that had been. He knew he couldn't blow, not so soon. And if he did, he needed to warn Malfoy.

"Draco." It came out as a deep moan. Harry took a few more breaths and tried again.

"Draco…I…I…."

Draco looked up, Harry's cock still buried behind his lips. It wasn't so much that Harry stopped breathing as some unseen force had reached inside him and ripped out all of his respiratory organs. His heart beat fast and heavy, waves of intense pleasure washed up and down his body. Draco hollowed out his cheeks and drew Harry's member in even further.

"I'm…" Harry closed his eyes and his breath returned. It felt like everything inside of him was leaving. When he felt Malfoy remove his mouth Harry dropped down to the ground too. He couldn't open his eyes.

"Harry…?" Malfoy's voice was the most worried one he had ever heard.

"Wow…" Harry breathed. He felt Draco clasp his hand. "How did you learn to do that?"

Malfoy cleared his throat. Slowly Harry opened his eyes. Draco's hair was a mess, almost as bad as Harry's on a normal day. His shirt was open and his trousers tented around his erection.

"Teach me." Harry insisted. He crawled over Malfoy and pulling his shirt off. For revenge he vanished the trousers and pants.

"What?"

"Teach me to do what you just did…"

"You've never had oral sex before?"

"Never done more than kiss." Harry insisted. He kissed Draco then, deeply and as ferociously as he could, at the same time he took his erection in hand, to prove he wasn't scared.

"You don't have to." Draco had leant back on his elbows, Harry could watch every rise and fall of his bare chest.

"Afraid I'll be better than you?" Harry whispered.

"You just put it in your mouth." Draco claimed quickly.

Harry wasn't listening to a word of it. He pushed himself backward and pried Draco's legs apart so he could settle between them. Harry knew, on himself at least, which was the most sensitive part. Wetting his lips he lowered them to the head and rubbed it against his parted mouth.

"Shit, Harry!"

Harry pushed his tongue out and licked it, he was sure Draco had done that too.

Draco moaned. Harry peered up at him and saw that his head had dropped back. That was good. Finally heeding the advice he took it all into his mouth. He almost choked. His body heaved and with great difficulty he held it all down. Above him Draco chuckled. A dangerous thing to do given their positions. Harry pulled back and used his hand to compensate for his mouth as he stopped his eyes from watering.

He tried again, starting at the head. He took it in deeper a little more after each stroke of his hand. There was no way he was letting Draco outdo him on this. The wizard in question was no longer laughing but had taken to gasping and swearing instead. Eventually Harry's lips closed around the base and without choking he hollowed his cheeks.

"Harry, pull back." He heard Draco faintly demand of him.

Without thinking he did and wiped the saliva off his face as he watched Draco come. With a shaking hand Draco reached for his wand and cast Tergeo. Now it was Harry's turn to feel worried.

He watched Draco's to see if he had done well. Draco remained on his back, panting. He managed to roll his eyes at Harry.

"Stop worrying."

Harry tried to speak.

"Sh." Draco held his finger up and Harry remained quiet. After a while Malfoy gave a nod and slowly sat up. He stood and stretched. From his vantage point on the ground Harry enjoyed the show.

Malfoy pulled Harry to his feet. Together they stumbled up to Harry's bedroom. They fell on Harry's bed and Malfoy pulled the covers over the both of them.

"You're not going to hear this from me a lot of the time so pay attention."

Harry rolled on to his side and looked at Malfoy's serious face.

"I don't know why…and I still hate you but I love you…Harry Potter."

Harry rolled back so he faced the ceiling.

"You're not going to cry are you?"

"Trying not to." Harry managed to whisper. "Do you mean it?"

Malfoy snickered at the ceiling.

"Harry, if you can come up with a reason I'm telling you this then you'll officially be a better Slytherin then I am."

Harry laughed. He pulled Draco back toward him and encased him in his arms, burying his nose into the blonde hair.

"Cuddling? Really?"

"Draco?"

"What?"

"Do you know how we're going to have sex?"

"How do you know that wasn't it?"

"Was it?"

Draco laughed. One short breath of it. "No."

"What do we do next then?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Harry kneed Draco, annoyed.

"Tell me!"

Draco sat up and leant down over Harry, pinning him to the mattress.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

Harry's breath caught.

"Stop pushing your luck and get to sleep."

Harry lifted his head and planted a brief kiss against Draco's lips.

"Fine."

With a sigh Malfoy fell down beside Harry who recaptured him in a hug. His nose found Draco's hair again and Harry closed his eyes.

He smiled.