A/N: Thank you for amazing reviews! Here's another chapter, in which we get some development on Harry and Draco's relationship, I hope you like it!

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The awkwardness between Harry and Draco lasted the whole week. The tension between the two was great and it made everyone avoid being in the same room with them, not that it mattered much as the two avoided each other as much as they could.

Draco had gone back to work three days after the wedding. He worked long days partly because he wanted to avoid Harry and partly because he was disturbed all the time by the press who wanted any kind of comment from him regarding his and Harry's marriage.

And so it was that he came home late in the evening a week after the wedding, tired after a long day only to stop dead in the hallway, listening.

"Ahh. Yeah. Yess Harry. There, right there. Mmmm… Don't stop. Ahh."

He could hear the Weaslette moaning in the living room. Moaning Harry's name. His husband's. Draco felt angry. He had been married to Potter for a week and he was already fucking the Weaslette.

"Mmmm… God I love your hands, Harry." The Weaslette gasped and Draco had enough. Gritting his teeth he stormed towards the living room and entered, only to stop at the sight in front of him.

Weaslette was lying on the sofa on her stomach dressed only in a sheet while Potter was standing above her, massaging her oil-covered back.

"Oh Hello Draco." Ginny said noticing him by the door. "How was your day?"

Draco just stared at them still in shock. Potter was massaging her. Massaging, not fucking.

"Draco? You okay?" Potter asked and Draco shook his head mentally and cleared his throat.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired. A long day." He said.

"You should have Harry give you a massage. He has the most amazing hands! Really you should try it." Ginny said wrapping the sheet better around her as she stood up from the sofa.

"I don't know…" Draco said awkwardly.

"I don't mind." Harry said. "It's not like I have anything better to do." He shrugged.

"Great." Ginny exclaimed grinning before kissing Harry's cheek. "Thanks Harry. I'm going to get a shower and get ready for my date. Have fun boys." She winked smirking before exiting the room.

Harry rolled his eyes before turning to Draco.

"Just take your clothes off and lay down on the sofa." Harry said.

"All of them?" Draco blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Depends on what you want." Harry said with a slight smirk. "Do you want a full body massage or just some part?"

"How should I know?"

"Well let's start with your back and if you like it we can move onto different parts." Harry said. "Just get down on your boxers. It's easier for me to work that way."

Draco nodded and stripped to his boxers not noticing Harry looking at him appreciatively.

"Now lie down and try to relax." Harry said pouring some oil onto his hands and rubbing them together while Draco complied.

Suddenly Harry's hands were on him working through the tension on his back and shoulders and Draco felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Weaslette had been right – Harry's hands were amazing! Draco had a very hard time trying to bite back the moans that threatened to escape from his lips and he was very aware of the fact that he was starting to develop a bit of a problem. The fact that the memories of their wedding night worked their way into his mind didn't help either.

Or that Harry was working down his back and had started to massage his legs and thighs, pressing him into the couch. At that Draco could no longer suppress the moan.

"You know, I've been thinking…" Harry started and Draco could hear his voice was slightly husky. "Since we're both grown men and have certain…needs – we could help each other out at times… And well, the bond doesn't exactly let us have relationships with other people. So, I could help you out with that little problem of yours without any attachment or the awkwardness of the past week…" At that Draco felt Harry straddle him and something hard press through his boxers onto his arse. "You see, I have no intention to spend the last few months of my life living like a monk and frankly Draco, you're not at all bad in bed." He purred into Draco's ear making him groan even louder.

"So what say you? Shall we continue this… massage in the bedroom?" Harry asked trailing his fingers down Draco's spine, making him shudder.

"Oh, Merlin yes!"

The next morning Harry woke up feeling oddly refreshed. It took a while for him to figure out the reason and he felt himself flush as the events of the night before flooded into his mind. He quickly sat up and turned to look at the other side of the bed finding it empty. He sighed in relief and collapsed back to the bed.

Did he really seduce Draco Malfoy into having sex with him or did he just dream it all? The fact that he was sleeping naked told him all about it. Groaning he buried his head into the pillow. Damn Ginny for convincing it was a good idea.

Flashback

"—really Harry, you and Malfoy are making us all feel awkward. I mean really, it's just sex! Everyone knew you'd have to finalize the bond by having sex, there's really no need to feel awkward about him." Ginny was saying as Harry was rubbing her shoulders.

"It's Malfoy, Gin… We were enemies for so long and now suddenly sleeping with each other… it's bound to be awkward." Harry said.

Ginny sighed.

"Was he even any good?" She asked.

"Ginny!"

"Come on Harry I've been dying to know the whole week! You can tell me." Ginny said. "I know you want to."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Yes, he was."

"Oh?" Ginny said eagerly. "How good? Come on Harry, I want details!"

"On scale 4-10, I'd say 9." Harry said. "And no, I'm not gonna tell you details."

"9?" Ginny exclaimed. "Wow, that's good for a first time."

"Hmmm…"

"So, worth of doing it again?" Ginny asked.

"What?"

"Would you do it again?" Ginny repeated. "Sleep with Draco."

"No! Yes… No...I don't know…"

"Come on Harry, be honest."

"Fine. Yes, I'd do it again." Harry said in resignation. In fact he hadn't gotten the night he spent with Draco out of his mind in the whole week.

"Then what stops you?" Ginny asked.

"What?!" Harry asked shocked, his hands stopping the massaging.

"Well why not? You're married and it's not like the bond lets you to have affairs with other people. You can't possibly think to spend the rest of your life without having sex. Live a little Harry!"

"And how do you suggest I talk Malfoy into it?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow as he resumed massaging Ginny.

"Seduce him of course!" Ginny said.

"Are you mad? This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about, Gin. He will mock me for even trying and will never let me live it down. There's no way it's going to work." Harry cried.

"Of course it will work. You only need to do it a bit more subtly."

"Oh?"

"Just offer to give him a massage and when he's puddle in your hands you seduce him. There's no way he'll turn you down. Besides, I doubt very much that he wants to live like a monk either. Everyone has needs, even Draco." Ginny said like it was obvious.

"No way, Gin. There's no way I'm gonna seduce Malfoy."

End of Flashback

But that was exactly what he had done.

Harry groaned again into his pillow. If the morning after the wedding night was awkward, then how awkward would this one be? Harry could just imagine how the breakfast would go. They'd once again avoid each other's gaze and when they'd accidently meet they'd both be blushing. And worst of all everyone would know! The kids really didn't need to know when he and Draco had had sex!

Why the hell did he ever go along with Ginny's crazy plan?

Well, he did know.

The bloody incredibly amazing and brilliant sex. How they moved together like they were made for each other – two missing pieces of a whole. How Draco's body felt in his arms and how beautiful he looked when he was falling asleep just after. Harry wanted to have that all the time. Every night. And he would take what he could have, even if it was just sex.

Harry's mind flashed back to the night before. He thought about what exactly made him feel awkward about the whole situation. Like Ginny had said they were both grown men, not to mention married. It would be natural for them to have sex. Of course the complicating thing was the fact that their marriage wasn't by their own choice and then there was their past.

Harry dragged himself out of the bed and into the shower thinking of his relationship with Draco. It was weird how content and… right he felt when he was with him whether it was sleeping with him or just spending time together, when they had been the biggest rivals in the past and spend seven years hating each other. It was that reality that drew them back every time they got comfortable with each other, Harry realized. Their past haunted them and was in the way of what they could be, whether it was just friends or something more.

They needed to stop thinking of what they were in the past and leave it there. They needed to concentrate to the present and how they now felt about each other. At least on Harry's side it was completely different – in fact, it was quite the opposite.

Turning off the shower Harry resolved not to feel awkward about sleeping with Draco. After all as he recalled it, he had promised Draco no strings and no awkwardness.

Harry didn't see Draco till the evening that day. By the time he had made his way to breakfast Draco had already left for work. Harry used that time to get rid of any lingering awkwardness and resolved to act normal and return to treating Draco like he did before the wedding.

Harry was making dinner when Draco returned.

"Hey. How was work?" He asked as Draco entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice.

"Fine." Draco said tiredly, sitting by the counter. "Mrs. Hunt came to visit again." He said with a roll of his eyes and Harry grimaced in sympathy.

"What did she want this time?" Harry asked.

"She wanted to know if she can sue her neighbor's dog for doing his business in her garden." Draco sighed.

Harry chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

"She really needs to find another hobby other than bothering law enforcement every other day." He commented knowing the old lady very well. She tended to call the Aurors for every little thing, for example, to arrest the post-owls that ate berries from her yard.

"Agreed." Draco said. "Apparently this was the third time this week."

Harry shook his head as he washed his hands and pulled out the ingredients.

"What are you making?" Draco asked.

"Roasted beef and potatoes."

Draco nodded thoughtfully. "Why do you cook anyway when you could just let the elves take care of it?"

"I like it." Harry said simply. "I guess I got used to it when I was little. I hated that I had to make food for my relatives, but now that I don't have to do it, it's like therapy for me, it helps me relax."

"Could you teach me?" Draco blurted out suddenly.

Harry looked up surprised but smiled.

"Sure, of course." He said. "Take off your outer robe and wash your hands. I'm nearly done with dinner but you can help me make the dessert…" He said.

Harry started instructing and Draco did as told. They were making treacle-tart, which was Harry's personal favorite and the others too liked it a lot. Harry let Draco do most of the work and just instructed him from the side.

"Perfect." Harry said as Draco mixed the last ingredients and made the dough. "And now you taste it." He said taking some on to his finger and handing it for Draco to lick.

"I'm not gonna lick that!" Draco exclaimed.

"You have to; it's part of the process." Harry grinned. "Now come on."

"You're making that up." Draco crossed his arms. "There's no way I'm gonna suck your finger."

"You didn't have a problem at sucking something else of mine last night." Harry said playfully before even thinking it through.

A faint blush rose on Draco's cheeks but he refused to acknowledge that. Instead he grabbed Harry's arm and sucked at the dough covered finger a little bit longer than necessary.

"Mmm. It's good." He said taking some himself while Harry watched entranced, his eyes locked on Draco's lips.

"You have some over there." Harry said pointing at the corner of Draco's mouth. The blond tried to wipe it away but missed and Harry stepped in front of him. Their eyes met and for a second Harry considered Draco before deciding to just risk it and kissed the spot away.

Licking his lips Harry pulled back.

"You're right, it is good." He said with a slight smirk and before he knew it, it was Draco's lips over his.

It seemed that the dinner would have to wait for a while.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter and the story on the whole.

- Dalnim