It was freezing cold outside. Harry shivered as he waited for Draco to hail a cab. The blonde knew the area much better, and obviously had more experience with this sort of thing. Harry never would have expected Draco to know anything about the muggle world, but clearly he was wrong. And if this day had shown him anything, it was that he was wrong about a great many things where Draco was concerned.

He smiled. He had never been so happy to be wrong in his whole life.

A car pulled up along the curb and stirred Harry from his thoughts. It was then that he noticed Draco eyeing him strangely. "What?"

"What're you smiling at?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing." He leaned in to steal another kiss, but Draco stepped out of reach. He looked questioningly at the blonde.

"Just….not here."

Harry didn't understand why it was okay in the club but not here, but he wasn't going to doubt Draco. The Slytherin knew this place better than he did. Still, he was reassured when, once inside the cab, Draco immediately took his hand, linking their fingers.

The address was not one that Harry recognized. The house was unfamiliar as well, but it was large and ornate. "Draco," he asked as his eyes roved over it, taking in every detail, "is this a hotel?"

Draco snorted and headed up the front steps. "No. Now, hurry."

Harry rushed to obey, surprised as the blonde pulled out a key and unlocked the door, giving Harry a little push to usher him quickly inside. The lights flickered on, and Harry blinked as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.

The interior was as lavish as the outside. It looked almost like some fancy museum. The entryway had a Persian rug and a gleaming table with a vase filled with fresh roses. There were framed paintings of famous artwork that Harry would gamble his life were originals.

"Shoes," Draco prompted. With some difficulty, Harry peeled his eyes off of the incredible surroundings and looked to Draco only to see that the boy had kicked off his sneakers. Oh. Right. Harry responded in kind, tugging off his boots and setting them carefully beside the door. There was an umbrella rack there, and an extremely ornate gilt floor-to-ceiling mirror. Shit. Where WERE they?

Draco clearly had no time for Harry's gawking. "Come on." Taking the brunette's hand, he tugged Harry from the room. But what was in the next room stopped Harry dead in his tracks.

"Draco….that's…"

For above a positively massive fireplace was a family portrait, and not just any family. A trio of extremely familiar faces stared down at Harry. Lucius Malfoy, looking as mean as always, his wife, her eyes seeming to hide some sort of emotion Harry couldn't quite read, and there in the middle…

"Draco…is this…your home?"

Draco was clearly unhappy that they were there. "Figured that out, did you?" But there was no malice behind the words.

Harry was stunned. The fact that Draco trusted him enough to bring him here, to his house? That spoke volumes about how their relationship had changed this day. There was more to this than just physical attraction. Draco might actually….but no, Harry had to squish those thoughts down before they overwhelmed him. Then another thought hit him and he looked around him as though Lucius Malfoy were going to jump out at them at any moment. "Should we really be here?" he whispered.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Relax, Harry. My father is out of the country until next week. Mom is with him." Harry immediately calmed, the tenseness leaving his body. "Honestly, Harry. Do you really think I would bring you here if there were even the slightest chance he would come home? What do you think he would—" but here Draco stopped, pale cheeks flushing as he looked away.

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to push the matter, but something in Draco's manner told him not to. Instead he simply gave Draco's hand a gentle squeeze. "You gonna show me your room?"

That got Draco's attention, and he looked up at Harry with a touch of that heated smirk on his face. "Oh, am I ever." And he was off again, tugging Harry along with him up a grand staircase. Harry let himself be pulled down a series of hallways (the house was even larger than it looked from the outside….magic, he supposed), until they reached Draco's room.

Once inside, Draco released Harry and swung the door shut behind them, flopping back against it. Harry looked around, taking it all in.

The room was fairly sparse, although he supposed that was to be expected. It wasn't likely that Lucius Malfoy would allow his son to decorate his room. Had to keep with the family's tasteful aesthetic, after all. Still, there were little touches here and there, signs of the boy that Harry had come to know this day. Some CDs carefully placed on the bookshelf…a pair of battered sneakers…but before he could look around any further, Harry felt Draco's hands at his waist again. Only this time, they didn't stop there. This time, they slid flat-palmed up his back, over his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck. Harry shivered at the contact.

"….are you going to touch me now?" Harry's voice was no more than a whisper. Draco's hands faltered at the words, and for a moment, Harry worried he had gone too far. But Draco didn't step away, and after a few seconds, he spoke.

"….yes," he answered. "Yes, I am going to touch you." Hands on Harry's shoulders, he gently guided the boy, turning Harry to face him. Green eyes met grey, both of them nervous. "…can I…" But, unable to find the words, Draco settled for looking to his bed, then questioningly back at Harry. Swallowing down his nerves, Harry nodded, a single, tight nod.

Draco's hands moved to Harry's waist again. Slowly, in a strange parody of the waltz they had danced earlier, he guided Harry backwards until the backs of the boy's knees hit the bed and he fell onto it. Staring up at Draco, he scrambled backwards until he was seated more comfortably. Smiling, Draco climbed onto the mattress beside him and crawled into his lap as he had at the club, only this time he was indeed touching Harry, a hand softly stroking Harry's cheek.

The Gryffindor's heart was beating a mile a minute. Facing Voldemort, fighting a basilisk, that was all one thing, but sitting here with Draco in his lap? That was scary. "….are you going to kiss me?" he managed to ask.

Draco looked surprised, but he smiled. "Yes," he answered. "I am."

Harry's eyes slipped shut. He could feel the closeness of Draco, feel soft blonde hair brushing against his forehead, practically feel Draco's mouth on his (though maybe that was just his imagination), and then...

"Wait a minute."

Harry's heart stopped. Surely this was the moment he had been waiting for...surely Draco had now realized how stupid this all was, had realized that this had gone too far and would decide he had no further interest in Harry, romantic or otherwise. "...what?" he asked breathlessly, nervously, terrified of the answer.

And then he felt soft cultured fingers brushing against his temples as Draco gently took hold of Harry's glasses and carefully slid them off.

"These," Draco said softly. "These have to go."

Harry couldn't see well without his glasses on a normal basis, but now it was even worse. Up close all he could see was the icing-laced cloud-dust of soft gray eyes. His heart unfroze instantly and began pounding away fiercely, and he couldn't stop the sigh of relief that escaped his lips.

Soft fingers traced down his cheek. "Did you think I was going to stop?" Draco asked.

"...a little," Harry admitted, chewing his lower lip nervously. Draco ran one thumb across Harry's lip, stopping the anxious action immediately as he chuckled softly to himself.

"Silly Harry," he chided. "Why would you ever think that?"

"...I...I don't know," Harry managed. He was so very distracted by Draco's gentle touch that he could barely think straight. He scarcely even noticed the soft clacking sound as Draco placed the glasses carefully on the bedside table. "So...so you are going to kiss me?" he asked, the words all coming out in a rush.

A ghost of that small surprised smile traced across Draco's lips. "...yes," he said a moment later, voice so soft that Harry could barely hear him. "Yes, I'm going to kiss you."

Harry's breath caught in his throat and he nearly let out another noise that would have made him blush like mad. He managed to suppress it, but it was with difficulty. Draco was so close, so very close. Silver-gray eyes swam before his blurred vision, and then Draco was only millimeters away and he could feel the heat radiating off the Slytherin's body. And then it came: the slightest brush of velvet soft lips, a teasing caress just to the left side of Harry's mouth before Draco finally closed the gap between them and kissed Harry, honest to God kissed him. At that, Harry could hold it back no longer and he let out a sort of strangled sob. Draco's fingers were gently entwined in Harry's hair and he was kissing Harry so softly, so carefully and yet deliberately, as if he wanted there to be no doubt about what he was doing and what it meant. Harry's heart melted into a big gushy puddle even as it pounded away with some fierce emotion that he couldn't name. Draco kissed in a much different way than Harry would ever have expected, but it was nice. He liked it...but at the same time, he wanted more...so very much more. But he didn't know how to ask for it.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to ask. Draco's fingers released their hold on Harry's hair; his other hand ceased its gentle caress of Harry's cheek. Draco stopped kissing him. A tiny whimper of disappointment escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it and he colored immediately. Draco pulled back just enough to look Harry in the eye, hands gently holding Harry's face so that the Gryffindor couldn't look away. "Don't worry, Harry," he whispered, smiling. "I'm not going anywhere."

"...oh... okay..." Harry felt silly now, and he was certain he was blushing again, but Draco didn't comment on it. Instead, he gently pressed another kiss to Harry's mouth and, trembling, Harry pressed back into it. One smooth fingertip traced softly down Harry's cheek and the brunette shivered at the touch. He kicked himself mentally for not being better at this, for not knowing how to kiss. Draco smiled; Harry could feel rather than see it since Draco's lips still brushed teasingly against his own. "...relax," Draco murmured, obviously able to tell that Harry was insanely nervous. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a thing, Draco took advantage of Harry's parted lips and kissed him again. And then Harry felt something he had not expected: Draco's tongue traced briefly across Harry's lower lip as though asking for permission and then, before Harry could either accept or deny this invasion, Draco slipped past his defenses, his tongue dancing across Harry's. It was surprising but not unpleasant; no, not by any means, and this was perhaps the most surprising thing of all. Harry had no time to react or really to think about it. Draco kissed him again, and twice again, and Harry decided that he really didn't mind the French kissing at all; in fact, with each kiss, he liked it a little more. Finally, Draco pulled back again, one finger stroking soft patterns across Harry's cheek. "Let's get that tongue involved," he murmured.

Harry stared at Draco, heart pounding fiercely. "Draco," he began, barely able to get words out. "Draco...Draco, I...I don't know how to..."

"Shhhh..." Draco kissed Harry gently, a soft chaste kiss, and Harry was silenced, though his concerns were not. "Don't worry about it. Just follow my lead." And before Harry could make one last protest, Draco was kissing him again, and Harry was doing his best to keep up. When Draco's tongue delved into Harry's mouth this time, a tiny whimper of sheer sensation overload escaped Harry and he met the challenge, tongue moving against Draco's, kissing back in kind. Draco pulled away slowly, sucking at Harry's lower lip. "Mmmm," he hummed, eyes half-lidded, "...lovely." Harry flushed, but he couldn't stop the small pleased smile that leapt to his face, and he ducked his head to hide it. It didn't do him much good. Seconds later he found Draco in his face once more. The Slytherin had ducked his head down so he could see Harry eye-to-eye again. "...hiding from me?" he teased.

"Not at all," Harry grinned despite himself.

"Good." Draco combed his hair out of his face. It didn't work too well, and golden locks tumbled right back into his eyes. "I was thinking maybe you didn't want any more kisses."

Harry arched an eyebrow and before he could stop himself, words tumbled forth. "...d'you think I'm crazy?"

Draco stared for a moment and then burst out laughing. "I like your thinking, Harry, I really do. And if that's the case..." he leaned forward, two fingers slipping under Harry's chin and tilting the Gryffindor's face up to meet his, "then I shall have no more compunctions about kissing the hell out of you." And he did so. It didn't feel so awkward for Harry this time, and he felt this kissing thing was something he could get used to. He pressed up into the kiss, his fingers clinging tightly to the bed cover for lack of anything better to do. His feverish body reacted with barely a hesitation, but his mind was still in turmoil, wondering if he was doing anything right.

And as far as Draco was concerned, Harry was doing just fine, better than fine. The hesitant way his mouth moved, the tentative motion of his tongue against Draco's, the soft whimpers he still made when Draco's tongue danced across his own...wonderful...but not quite perfect.

There was one problem, in Draco's mind, one thing that was preventing this from being seamless, unspoiled...absolute. This was of course Harry's unflinching hold on the bed sheets. Fortunately, it was an easy thing to fix. Draco's hands relinquished their gentle hold on Harry's face, the soft stroking of brown hair, and slid down Harry's shoulders, down his arms, down to where he held tight to the sheets. Softly he stroked his fingers across Harry's hands and the hold on the bed released in surprise. Without speaking, Draco gently took hold of Harry's shaking hands and guided them upwards, placing them on his own body. The Gryffindor only hesitated for a moment, then, trembling hands caught hold of Draco's shirt and the hesitation was no more; Harry was forcefully tugging at Draco, pulling the Slytherin closer to him, deeper into the kiss. And Draco sighed inwardly. There it was. Flawless. Absolute. Perfect. Perfectly perfect perfection.

It was as if once Harry began touching Draco, he couldn't stop. Those callused fingers that Draco loved so much began fumbling at the bottom of Draco's shirt, tugging at it, and Draco broke the kiss, pulling away to look at Harry in surprise. "Harry…Harry, hold on."

Harry obeyed, though he didn't look as though he wanted to. "What."

"You..." Draco was finding it rather difficult to breathe. "….how far exactly were you wanting to go?"

The brunette immediately pinked, but he didn't look away. "…..as far as you want to."

Oh God. Oh God, Draco was going to faint. "…..are you certain?" For he couldn't be certain….not after this one day. People like Harry didn't sleep with people like Draco.

But Harry was nodding with a soft smile on his face that sent a pang through Draco's heart. "Positive."

And Draco couldn't argue; he didn't WANT to. If this was his one taste of Harry Potter (and he was certain it would be, for Harry would surely decide later that this hadn't been worth it, that Draco wasn't worth it), then he was determined to make the most of it. He surged forward and claimed Harry's mouth in a bruising kiss. Harry laughed breathlessly.

"Demanding," he asked, "aren't we."

"Shut it, Potter," Draco managed. "And kiss me."

Harry grinned, once more taking hold of Draco's shirt. "No objections there."

Sitting back on his heels, Draco obediently held his arms up so Harry could divest him of his t-shirt. The boy let out a little hum of appreciation as he took in Draco's now bare chest. The blonde couldn't help preening slightly. Harry Potter liked his body.

Green eyes roved over Draco's toned chest, taking in every inch of pale skin. "I just knew you'd be perfect."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "….you've thought about me before?"

Harry blushed. "Maybe. Once or twice." He frowned as though sensing imminent mockery. "Shut up."

Draco couldn't help but laugh. "No. I love it."

"Yeah, I'll bet you do."

The blonde gave a little roll of his hips, folding his arms behind his head to put his body on display. He didn't miss the way Harry's eyes widened at the sight. "And the reality matches the imagination?"

Those eyes didn't leave Draco's body. "…surpasses. Definitely surpasses."

Draco was the one blushing now. While he was happy with the way his body looked, he wasn't overly muscled. No, he had a rather slim build, despite being toned. So knowing that Harry liked, no, loved the way he looked? Yeah. That felt amazing.

Speaking of Harry….he still looked rather pink-faced after admitting to have thought about Draco's body. Draco smiled. He would have to put Harry's mind at ease.

"Hey." Draco leaned in, resting their foreheads together. "I've thought about you too, you know."

Harry perked up at that. "Oh?"

The Slytherin chuckled at that reaction. "Oh yeah. Many times." He gently tugged at Harry's shirtfront. "Care to show me how accurate my imagination is?"

If possible, Harry pinked even more, but he nodded. Draco leaned in for another kiss, hands simultaneously divesting Harry of his button down. As he rucked up the grey t-shirt, he could feel as well as hear the brunette's breath catch. "Ready?" he murmured. Harry raised his arms, and Draco gently tugged the shirt up and off, casting it aside.

God.

Draco hadn't been lying. He had thought about Harry naked over the years. While he had never liked the boy (not true, that tiny part of his mind insisted, but he shoved it away again), it was impossible NOT to think at least some dirty thoughts about him. Harry was sexy as hell. And in this case, he definitely lived up to any and all of Draco's daydreams.

His hands roved over Harry's now bare chest, delighting in the shiver it elicited. "You're gorgeous."

He didn't get any further, for Harry was surging up to claim a fierce kiss, a hand fisting in Draco's blonde hair. This time it was Draco who was moaning, rolling his hips downwards and oh, yes, he could feel Harry hard against him. That was wonderful. He rocked forwards again, seeking more. When he broke away, he was practically panting for breath. Both of them needed to be naked. Like, ten minutes ago.

Harry was clearly thinking the same thing, for his hands found Draco's waistband again and yanked hard. "Fuck, Draco. Take off your pants."

Draco laughed breathlessly. "Awfully bossy, aren't you, Harry." But he sat back on his heels and flicked open the button on his slacks. Harry's eyes were fixed on his fingers, watching as he slowly undid his zipper, relishing in the control he had over Harry at that moment. It was very empowering.

"Are you a screamer, d'you think?"

"WHAT?!" Harry sputtered, barely getting the word out at all.

Draco laughed. "I don't think so, either. You're too quiet for that. But I don't know...you may surprise me yet. Still," he continued, "I'd peg you as more of a moaner. I thought so earlier today, right before we started dancing. You let out this little sound...a whimper of sorts." At that, Draco tossed his head back and let out a noise which was indeed a whimper...and a highly sexual one at that. Harry blushed vermillion. Dear God! THAT'S what I sounded like?

Draco tipped his head forward again, long blonde hair slipping into his eyes as he returned his attention once more to Harry, who was obviously agonizing over the matter. "...it's nothing to be upset about," Draco spoke up. He felt sort of bad for making Harry so uncomfortable, but he couldn't really regret doing so when it brought that lovely color back into Harry's cheeks. "Seriously...don't worry about it. It was sexy."

If Harry had been concerned about his blushing before, the matter had increased tenfold. Draco couldn't help but smile as he leaned forward, mouth practically brushing Harry's ear as he whispered "you look absolutely stunning when you blush...d'you know that?"

Harry couldn't answer, couldn't breathe, could barely swallow against the sudden dryness of his throat. He settled instead for a jerky shake of the head 'no'. In response, Draco pressed his cheek to Harry's. "You're on fire," he murmured. "Practically burning my skin." And he pulled back abruptly, his sudden absence leaving Harry feeling colder than he ever had before.

Draco was smiling. Harry didn't know how the other boy managed it. He himself couldn't have smiled if he tried. He could barely even breathe, and he was positive words were out of the question. "So, Harry," Draco spoke up, smile still in place, "What's it going to be? Moaning? Screaming?" He arched an eyebrow, smirking. "...dirty words?"

"….Draco…"

Draco simply grinned. He worked his way down Harry's throat and chest, trailing teasing kisses everywhere. Pausing over Harry's heart, he pressed his ear to Harry's chest, listening to the dull watery thud beating so quickly and loudly.

"Your heart is going a mile a minute," he murmured. "Like a hummingbird beating its wings.. So fast...so nervous. Trying so very hard to fly away." He pulled back, staring up at Harry. "...do you want to fly away, Harry? Should I let you go?"

Harry would rather have died than let Draco stop touching him, rather die than leave. He may be nervous, he may be awkward, hell, he may be bloody terrified, but by God, he was going to see this through.

"You stop now," Harry panted, barely able to get the words out, "...and I'll fucking kill you."

A surprised smile danced across Draco's face. "...I'll keep that in mind." He looked into those eyes, so beautiful, and was struck yet again with wonder at how the hell they had wound up here.

Harry, it seemed, was through waiting. Draco found himself tossed off of Harry and flat on his back, with Harry on all fours above him, boxing him in. He stared up at the Gryffindor with wide eyes.

"Told you to take your pants off," Harry said. "You're taking too damn long."

For a moment, Draco simply stared, too surprised by his sudden relocation and the reasoning behind it. Then, he burst into laughter. "Bossy," he said at last. "Very well, have your way with me, Harry."

The words brought another flush to Harry's cheeks, but there was a set to his shoulders of almost determination, and he didn't shy away. Very carefully, he tugged down Draco's slacks, discarding them to the floor, along with his socks. He teased a fingertip along the now bare arch of Draco's foot, which twitched. Draco tried to stifle a laugh, but wasn't entirely successful.

"Stop that."

"Ticklish, are we?"

"No."

Harry grinned. "Liar.

Draco raised a brow at him. "You gonna put it to the test or did you still wanna have sex?"

Heat rolled through Harry. "Ah….sex. Definitely the sex."

It was Draco's turn to grin. "Thought so." He hooked a thumb in the waistband of his black boxer briefs, the only remaining stitch of clothing he had on. "You wanna take these off, or should I?"

Oh God. Harry didn't know how he was still functioning, but he definitely wasn't able to speak. He settled for actions, brushing Draco's hand aside and gently, carefully tugging the undergarments down, tossing them to the floor with the rest of Draco's clothing.

He had to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, steeling himself before he could look. After all, he had never done this before, and he had never expected this night to end up here.

He opened his eyes.

God. Draco was beyond beautiful, lying there stark naked, looking up at Harry for his approval and….was that a hint of nerves in those grey eyes? As if Harry would ever find anything about Draco less than completely gorgeous. Especially not after getting to know him today.

That toned chest, all smooth planes and gleaming skin…the flat stomach with its fine dusting of pale blonde hairs beginning just below his navel, leading down to…

It was incredibly difficult to breathe. Draco's cock (once Harry finally found the courage to look) lay hard and flushed against his stomach, tip glistening with a drop of precum that Harry very much wanted to lick off. All of Draco was more beautiful than Harry ever could have imagined.

He glanced up at last, having looked his fill, and met those nervous eyes. Leaning in, his lips brushed Draco's in a soft kiss. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

Those lovely pale cheeks tinged pink. "Shut up."

"No." Something told Harry that, despite how cocky Draco normally acted, he hadn't been complimented enough in his life. He kissed the blonde again. "You are. Positively lovely."

"Oh my God, shut up. And take off your pants."

Harry laughed and took pity on Draco, sitting back and undoing his jeans. "Fine. But only because I love you." He froze as the realization of what he just said hit him. Slowly, green eyes met grey ones, eyes that looked just as startled as Harry felt. "Ah….that is to say…"

A look came over Draco's face, something almost bitter, but it vanished nearly as quickly as it had come, replaced with that fake bravado. "Don't worry about it, Potter." Oh God, they were back to last names again. "I know you'd never love me."

Harry simply sat there, stupefied. Of course Draco would think that. "Shut up, Draco," he said hotly. "You have no reason to say that." Draco was opening his mouth to say something else, but Harry didn't let him, he refused. The Draco he had gotten to know today, the real Draco, was funny and sweet, and kind, and he refused to let the boy think any differently. "You are amazing. How anyone couldn't love you is beyond me."

Draco stared up at Harry, eyes wide, unable to say a word. "….you really mean that." His tone was one of wonderment. But it wasn't a question, for he could tell that it was true. Harry really did believe what he was saying.

Harry nodded. "I do."

Draco was overwhelmed; he swallowed with some difficulty. He wasn't used to being loved. All these years he had spent going to the club, finding random strangers so he could lose himself in the semblance of caring, but never really finding something that felt anything close to love. And now, he stumbled upon it here, in the arms of the boy he had been raised to hate. Draco blinked back tears that were threatening to spill forth.

"Draco?"

The blonde simply shook his head. "Take off your pants," he repeated, voice soft.

Harry was still uncertain. Draco was so very quiet. But he didn't seem angry. Indeed, the words seemed to have touched something in him. So Harry did as he was told, kicking aside socks, pants, and boxers.

Draco's eyes roved over Harry's body, unashamedly taking it all in. His hands traced down Harry's chest, over his hips, touching everywhere but the place Harry most wanted to be touched. Finally, he looked up at the Gryffindor. "You still want to….?"

Harry nodded. "Definitely."

Seemingly satisfied, Draco reached into the top drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a small bottle of lube. "Here." He tossed it to Harry, who fumbled a bit but managed to catch it. Then, Draco wriggled out from beneath Harry; he lay back against the pillows and spread his legs wide. Harry thought he would faint on the spot. Clearly Draco could tell, for a hint of a smile ghosted around the corners of his mouth. "Get to work."

Harry was having heart palpitations, he really was. "I….me? You want ME to….really?"

"Yes." Draco's tone was adamant, broking no argument. "Unless you don't want to?"

Harry immediately began shaking his head 'no'. "No, that's not it at all, I want to, I just….I've never…"

"It's easy." Draco took Harry's hand and, popping the cap on the bottle, poured some of the sticky fluid into it. "C'mere."

Still nervous, Harry settled onto the bed beside Draco and slipped a hand between his legs. He teased one slick fingertip over Draco's entrance and, slowly, pressed in.

Draco's breath hitched and Harry immediately froze. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay. Keep going. I'll tell you if you do something wrong."

"Promise?"

Draco looked to Harry, the smile on his face so soft and lovely that it set almost all those worries to rest. "I promise. Honestly, Harry….have I steered you wrong yet today?"

Harry had to smile. "No. You haven't." And as odd as it seemed, he knew that Draco never would. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

It was strange and new, and incredibly nerve-wracking, having Draco place so much trust in him. He was so afraid of hurting Draco. But he went slowly, and Draco murmured soft encouragements much as he had with the waltzing earlier that day, guiding Harry until he had three fingers buried deep inside Draco's tight heat, stretching him open. Then Harry crooked his fingers and Draco let out a sharp gasp, hips bucking. Harry immediately panicked. "Oh my God I'm sorry! Are you okay?!"

But the blonde was shaking his head, trying to tell Harry not to worry, and he cocked his head, pondering. "…oh…." An evil grin curved across his face. "Shall I do it again?" And without waiting for an answer, he repeated the motion, pressing his fingers right against that sweet spot. This time the noise Draco let out was more of a desperate mewl, and it did things to Harry.

"Okay, okay fuck, that's enough." Draco gestured wildly towards the pile of clothing on the floor. "Wallet. Find my wallet."

Harry's brow furrowed, totally at a loss as to why Draco could want his wallet at a time like this, but he did as he was bid. The whimper Draco issued when Harry's fingers withdrew was positively pathetic, and it made need curl in Harry's belly. He rummaged through the clothing on the floor until he found Draco's wallet, returning to the bed.

Draco snatched the wallet, flipping straight to the pocket in the middle and retrieving….a condom. Ah. That explained things.

The blonde tore the packet open with his teeth, which was strangely erotic. Then again, Harry was beginning to think he would find anything Draco did erotic, especially if it involved his mouth. But then Draco was reaching out and he was putting the condom on Harry, those graceful hands rolling the thin sheath of latex over Harry's by now aching cock. He gasped at the touch. "Draco."

Draco simply took Harry's face in his hands and kissed him, soft and deep, tongues dancing together. The kiss swept through Harry, leaving him trembling as he stared into those beautiful grey eyes. "Make love to me," Draco whispered.

Harry felt as if he'd been sucker-punched. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Draco looked as though he couldn't quite believe he'd said it. He opened his mouth as if he were about to take it back, but Harry silenced him with a kiss, and then nodded. "Lay back."

Draco was looking at Harry with disbelief in his eyes, disbelief tinged with surprise and hope and yes….happiness. Harry brushed a lock of blonde hair out of Draco's eyes and kissed him once more, softly. "Lay back," he repeated.

All traces of worry vanished from Draco's brow. He eased back against the pillows, splaying his legs wider about Harry to make room for the boy.

Harry felt another little wave of nerves. Clearly Draco could tell, for he cupped Harry's cheek. "Hey." He smiled up at the brunette. "You'll be fine."

If this day had proved anything, it was that Draco would never stop surprising him. Here the blonde was, pushing his own uncertainties aside in order to comfort Harry. The Gryffindor kissed Draco and slipped a hand beneath his knee, tugging Draco's leg up around his waist. "Ready?"

Oh, Draco could definitely get behind this new positioning. He slipped his other leg around Harry's waist as well, arms wrapping around Harry's neck, and pressed a soft kiss to the boy's lips. "Yes."

The sensation of tight heat as he breached Draco was unlike anything Harry had ever experienced before. He had to pause before he was fully in, for fear of losing control and coming on the spot. He bit his lip, eyes shut tight.

"…Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry gave a tight nod. "Yeah. Just….need a moment." He felt Draco's lips brush his forehead in a gentle kiss.

"Take your time."

A few seconds passed, a few precious seconds during which Draco patiently waited, fingers running through Harry's tangled hair, brushing sweat-dampened locks back from his forehead. At last, Harry moved, pressing the rest of the way in until he was fully sheathed. God. He bit his lip. It was too good. How had he waited so long to try this?

Because before today, you didn't truly know Draco. And bizarre as it may seem, he couldn't picture himself doing this with anyone else.

He looked down at the blonde. Draco's breath was coming in short pants; his eyes were wild. Harry offered up a hand and, immediately, Draco took it, slotting their fingers together and gripping tight. "Move," he said.

Harry couldn't have disobeyed if he wanted to; his hips canted back and then snapped forward of their own accord. Green eyes flew wide at the sensation. "Oh!"

"Yeah," Draco breathed happily. He squeezed Harry's hand tighter. Without thinking twice, Harry offered his other hand and Draco accepted. Both hands now linked, Harry pressed Draco's hands to the mattress on either side of his head, pinning him. God, he looked beautiful like that. "Don't stop," Draco pleaded, rolling his hips back, seeking more.

Yet another side to Draco (this really was a day of firsts): desperate, pleading….needy. Fuck, it was sexy. Harry thrust again, going harder. Clearly it felt good, if the way Draco moaned was any indication, that blonde head tipping back against the pillow. Harry took advantage of this to press his mouth to the length of exposed throat, kissing and nipping. His hips found the rhythm and kept fucking forward. Draco's body was so hot and tight around him. He angled his hips, seeking that one spot that had made Draco gasp before and oh yes, there it was, and Harry captured Draco's pleasured cry in his mouth, pressing in for another kiss. "There?" he asked breathlessly.

Draco nodded fervently. "Yes. Fuck, right there. Keep going."

Pleased that he had found the right angle, that he was making Draco feel good, Harry canted his hips again, and again, making sure to hit the same spot every thrust. Draco was coming completely undone beneath him, and it was a thing to behold. The normally put-together Slytherin was a mess, face flushed, blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, eyes hazy with lust. A thought hit and Harry released one of Draco's hands, ignoring the noise of disappointment as he reached between them to wrap that hand around Draco's thus far ignored cock.

Immediately, all traces of disappointment vanished as Draco's hips instinctively bucked up; he thrust into Harry's grasp. "Fuck!"

Harry chuckled. "Good?" This, at least, he had some experience with….with himself, anyway, but it was something.

"Good. Very good." Draco's fingers flexed, his grip on Harry's hand tightening. "Harry…"

But the brunette thought he could guess what Draco was going to say. He felt it, too. Leaning in, he softly brushed his lips against Draco's. "Come on, beautiful. Let go for me."

Draco's eyes widened at the endearment, beyond stunned; he opened his mouth to respond, but then on the upsweep of a stroke, Harry's thumb teased over the head of his cock, and it was too much. Draco came with a cry, hand squeezing Harry's so tightly that it was painful.

Harry couldn't hold out. Honestly, it was amazing he had made it this long, but with the way Draco's fluttering muscles tightened around his cock, hot seed spattering Harry's hand….it was just too much. He buried himself deep and came with Draco's name upon his lips. "Draco," he murmured. "Draco…"

When the high began to fade, he realized that he was still atop Draco, nuzzling kisses all along the pale column of his throat. Oh. Gingerly, he pulled out, already missing that tight heat, and rolled off. "Um….where do I…"

"Wastebasket by the dresser. Tie it off and chuck it there."

Harry did as told, but there was something about Draco's voice that he didn't like. It sounded almost….thick. Like he was holding back tears…

His head whipped about, terrified of what he would see, and yes, Draco's beautiful silver eyes were filled with tears, tears he was desperately trying to force back, to no avail. "Draco!"

Draco shook his head and gestured, trying to shake Harry away, but there was no way the brunette was going to listen to him now. He simply crawled back onto the bed, wanting to take Draco into his arms again but not sure he was welcome to do so. "What….what did I do?"

At that, Draco's eyes widened in horror. "You? You didn't do anything! If anything, you did everything right!"

Harry felt relief that Draco wasn't upset with him. But the relief was short-lived, for even if Draco wasn't upset with him, he was still upset, and that wasn't okay. "But…" he dared to move closer. "What's wrong?" Draco shook his head again, but now that Harry knew he wasn't the source of the emotion, he dared to tug Draco into his arms. It was as if with that one action, a dam burst open, and Draco began to cry in earnest. Terrified that he had done the wrong thing, Harry made as if to release Draco, but the blonde only clung tighter, so Harry held on and began to stroke his hair. "Shh…it's okay. You're okay."

"I'm sorry," Draco managed to choke out between sobs. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Why are you sorry? For crying? You don't have to apologize for that."

"I do," Draco insisted. "You just made me so happy and I had to go and ruin it."

"Draco, you haven't ruined anything." Harry was completely bewildered as to what had set Draco off. If it wasn't their sex that had upset him, why was he crying? "Here….come on." He lay back on the bed, tugging Draco down with him and into his arms. Glancing about them, he found the nearest blanket and pulled it up over them. For some reason, this only seemed to upset Draco more and the blonde clung to him.

"You're too good to me," Draco mumbled, face buried against Harry's chest.

"Why is that upsetting?" Harry was lost.

When Draco spoke again, the words were mumbled, barely audible. "…you'll hate me..."

"…..Draco…" Harry sighed and, a hand beneath Draco's chin, tilted his face up so those grey eyes were forced to meet his gaze. "I think if today proved anything, it's that you and I can move past anything." That coaxed the smallest of smiles out of the blonde, and Harry felt hope stir in his chest. He could do this. He could help Draco through this. "Will you tell me?"

Draco simply looked at him for a moment. Finally, he looked away, but he did answer. "…the club," he said at last. "The reason I used to go there all the time was to pick people up. Or really, get picked up."

"….oh." It was easy to guess the thinly veiled meaning in Draco's words. He went to the club to find strangers to fuck him. Harry made damn certain that his voice was completely free of any sort of judgement before he asked the obvious question. "Why?" Draco took a deep, shaky breath before answering.

"…..I don't know." But it was clear that this wasn't true. Still, this was far more than Harry had expected of Draco. The Draco he had known this morning would have told him to get bent. But the blonde wasn't done. "Looking for some kind of connection." And Harry's heart broke, for this confirmed what he had suspected all along: Draco was alone here. Harry knew that Lucius treated Draco horribly in public….clearly it extended to home as well. So Draco went to the club to fill the void. "But all these people….none of it was ever real." Then those eyes looked up, beautiful grey eyes shining with tears as they met Harry's. "Till you tonight. I asked you to make love to me. I didn't mean to, but I did. And you didn't laugh me off. You said yes." His voice was amazingly steady considering how much he was shaking. "Did you mean it?"

Harry didn't hesitate, immediately answering "yes." Those grey eyes welled up again but the tears were happy now. Harry pulled Draco to him and kissed him gently.

"Listen to me," he said softly. "I don't know what's happened in the past, but I can tell you this: you are an amazing person, Draco Malfoy. I am so incredibly fortunate to know you, so Goddamn lucky that you shared this night with me."

Draco was staring at Harry with something like disbelief in his eyes. Now he shook his head, a small smile on his face. "God," he said. "I think my original opinion of you was right all along." Harry's smile faltered, stricken; then, Draco grinned, and finished. "You really ARE crazy."

Harry burst into laughter. "Mm…" he hummed, gently poking at Draco's waist. "Crazy for YOU."

Draco snorted, though his face flushed with happiness. "God, you're a dork."

"Yup." He tugged the covers tighter around them. "We gonna sleep here?"

Draco glanced at him in surprise. "You want to spend the night with me?"

"Of course I do. Why…" he propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at Draco. "Is that a problem?"

Slowly, a pleased smile grew over Draco's face; he shook his head. "No," he answered. "Not a problem at all."

"Good." Harry reached for the lamp on the bedside table, flicking off the lights. Satisfied, he lay back down again and pulled Draco tighter to him. The blonde made an obligatory noise of protest but Harry didn't miss the way he snuggled right up, tucking his head beneath Harry's chin.

Harry smiled. "Good night, Draco."

Draco pressed a kiss to Harry's throat, that spot below his ear that he had earlier discovered (with great pleasure) that Harry loved. "Night, Harry."

The Gryffindor kissed the top of Draco's head, loving the happy sigh it elicited, and continued to comb his fingers through the soft blonde hair, listening for Draco's breathing to even as he fell asleep.

Harry frowned as he thought over all he had just learned. It didn't bother him that Draco had been sleeping around. Draco was a big boy; he could do what he wanted. No, what bothered him was hearing from Draco's own mouth just how horribly Draco thought of himself. It was simply not okay. Harry would have to fix that.

He looked down at that golden blonde head and smiled.

They had all the time in the world, for after today, one thing was certain: he was never letting go of Draco Malfoy. He was holding on, and he would make damn sure that the boy knew just how wonderful he was.

Harry yawned, eyes slipping shut.

He would start first thing tomorrow.

~tbc~