Harry didn't know quite what to think as he climbed into the car after Lucius. It was somehow unsurprising that Lucius would be chauffeured around in a silver Jaguar and even, he had to admit, strangely fitting.

The door slammed shut behind Harry and as the driver moved up front, Lucius' hand settled on the auror's thigh. Several seconds later the car eased into motion and the elder wizard's fingers brushed along the inseam of Harry's trousers.

Harry leaned over to breathe in Lucius' ear, "Trying to seduce me already, are you?"

The older man tilted his head so that he could better regard his lover and murmured in return, "I don't need to seduce you, Potter."

"No?"

"Most definitely not." His hand crept higher and Harry bit back a groan.

"Why, hmmm, why is that?"

"Because you don't need any persuasion. You want my body every bit as much as I want yours." As usual, Lucius sounded so arrogant but it was so sexy! This time Harry growled in the back of his throat and pulled the other man into a lingering kiss.

The two were oblivious to the amused look the driver gave them as he glanced in the mirror. In fact, the men were pretty much oblivious to everything that happened around them from that moment on. All Harry could focus on was the press of Lucius' lips, the scent of the man's cologne and the curtain of white hair that tumbled forward and brushed over his cheek as Lucius delved into his mouth.

Harry teased his tongue forward, taunting his lover into an even more passionate response. Lucius' hand still stroked along his thigh and up over his crotch, driving him slowly crazy.

From the front seat, the driver cleared his throat – rather loudly – and startled Harry into breaking from the kiss. All of a sudden he felt like a horny teenager who had gotten caught snogging in the hallway by one of his professors. He looked toward the driver and noticed that they were no longer moving. Blushing, he wondered how long they'd been stopped.

"We're here, Sir."

"Very good," Lucius answered, looking like nothing at all untoward had occurred. He reached up calmly and smoothed his hair, then straightened his tie as the driver came back to open the door. Giving a last mischievous wink at his partner, he exited the vehicle and waited for Harry to do the same. Harry gulped a breath of air, pushed his glasses back into place and hoped fervently that the driver wouldn't look down and notice the effects of Lucius' wicked groping.

"Do you plan on going out again today, Sir?" The driver was asking Lucius as the auror pulled himself out of the automobile. Harry was relieved to find that the man wasn't even looking in his direction.

"No, I don't think so. I have your," the pause was nearly imperceptible but, of course, Harry heard it, "telephone number, if I change my mind."

The chauffer nodded once to Lucius, smiled at Harry and then got back into the car. Lucius watched as it pulled away from the curb and then turned toward the building behind him.

"Lucius, where are we?"

His lover smiled at him and then held out his hand. "Why tell you when I can show you?"

Feeling somewhat trepidacious, Harry took Lucius' hand and let himself be led to an entrance in the elegant row of flats. It became clear to him right away that this place belonged to Lucius, although whether permanently or temporarily, he couldn't guess. As Lucius dug the key from his trouser pocket, Harry took the opportunity to gaze up at the whitewashed building with its black, wrought-iron balustrades.

"Do you like it, Harry?" Lucius' voice was an amused purr as he inserted the key into the lock.

"Er, yeah. Is it," the door swung open, revealing a dazzling entryway with polished hardwood floors. He swallowed and returned his attention to his lover, "is it yours?"

Lucius placed a hand on Harry's back, giving him a gentle push forward so that he could step in and close the door. "I'd like to think of it as 'ours.'"

"Ours?" It came out as a reverent whisper. Could Lucius really mean what he was saying?

"Yes, as in yours and mine."

Harry felt the other man behind him and leaned into the embrace when Lucius wrapped his arms around him. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Harry turned his head and saw the two of them reflected in the hallway mirror. Malfoy turned to follow his glance and smiled. "We look good together, Harry."

"Yeah, we really do." He found the notion surprising and all he could do was stare. He felt warm air puff against his cheek as Lucius laughed and nuzzled against him.

"Is there anything you want to do before I drag you off to bed and ravish you properly?"

"I can't think of a single thing."

"Excellent because I'm tired of waiting."

Warm lips pressed against Harry's neck and then Lucius was leading him once more. Up the stairs they went and into the master suite. The room was elegant without being opulent and the auror found that he really liked it. Even though he had never been in the place before, it felt like home.

"What do you think?"

"I think that it's amazing. Just like you."

Lucius chuckled again. "You would not believe how hard it was to find a flat with a fireplace that could be connected to the floo network."

"It's connected? So that means I can floo directly from here to work?"

"Indeed you can." Lucius stepped close to him and his fingers ghosted across Harry's skin as he loosened the knot of the younger man's tie. Harry shivered at the touch and bit his lower lip. "And we can floo between here and the cottage or my study at the manor."

"Ahh," Lucius was tracing the side of Harry's throat with his thumb, making it hard to concentrate, "so what you're saying is that we'll be spending a lot of time in this room."

"I certainly hope so!" Leaning down, the other man kissed his way over the incredibly sensitive skin of Harry's throat, setting the auror's nerve endings on fire. For some reason it never tickled when Lucius touched him there, it simply sent his groin to throbbing with mad desire.

"Fuck, Lucius…"

"Is that a request?"

"Oh God, you know it is!"

"Then far be it for me to deny you."

"Never deny me," he whispered before Lucius silenced him with a kiss. Sweeping his hands up the elder wizard's chest, he pushed the jacket off Lucius' shoulders and tossed it toward a nearby chair. Then he brought his arms around the other man, tugging him close so that they stood chest to chest. Lucius' hand slipped up around the back of his head and held him to the kiss until he finally ended it.

"Harry."

Harry had never heard his name uttered with so much reverence and it sent a little shiver down his spine. He looked up into his lover's eyes and the emotions he read there were so powerful that they threatened to sweep him away.

Bringing his hand up to Lucius' chest once more, he kept a steady pressure for just a moment as he took a step back. The look Lucius gave him was confused for a moment but understanding dawned when Harry took off his own jacket and started on the buttons of his shirt. Lucius watched with rapt attention while Harry stripped, appreciation clear on his face. When Harry was naked at last, the other man's gaze drifted downward and he reached out to drag his hand down Harry's torso.

"No matter how many times I see you naked," his voice was low and husky, "it always seems like a great revelation just how gorgeous your body is."

Laughing, Harry reached up and loosened Lucius' tie. "I'm glad you appreciate me."

"I certainly do. Never doubt it."

"For the record," he pulled the loop of silk up over his lover's head and tossed it in the direction of his jacket. Then he started in on the waistcoat and shirt, "your body is equally gorgeous. Even if you do have a bit of a belly." He poked Lucius' stomach with a grin.

"I do?" The other man looked down at himself with a frown.

"Bound to happen with all the drink and good food, I'm afraid." Harry's voice was light, teasing as he rubbed his palm along Lucius' torso and then down over the front of his trousers. He felt as well as heard his lover draw a sharp breath when his hand groped the rigid flesh beneath the fine wool. Moving close once more, he recaptured Lucius' lips and finished the job of getting the trousers off.

He loved the glide of skin on skin as he rubbed himself against the other man and their cocks bumped and jostled each other. Giving a gasp, Lucius pulled from the kiss and kicked his trousers away before turning Harry around.

The auror let himself be turned and settled once more against his lover, humming as Lucius' hand slid down to circle his erection. Malfoy's other arm encircled Harry's chest and the two ground together, thrusting and moaning as the sweat started to glisten on their skin and the heavy smell of sex settled around them.

"Take me, Lucius," Harry panted after several minutes, wanting the extra sensation of his partner inside of him, "please."

At once, the other man let him go, walking over to claim a small bottle of oil from the nightstand. Harry felt bereft with the loss of contact and reached out to the nearby bed-post for support. Lucius watched him as he slicked a bit of the lubricant over his cock and then stole a kiss before reclaiming his former position. He nudged Harry forward as he aligned himself properly and then the young man gasped as Lucius entered his body with a long, slow push.

"Oh, yessss," he hissed, leaning back and urging Lucius to hold him as before. The other man's arms settled where they'd been and he started to rain hot kisses over the back of the auror's neck and shoulders.

Each thrust deep into his body threatened to lift Harry off his feet and he stretched and moaned as the pleasure built. The arms around him made him feel utterly protected and utterly needed and the soft words murmured by his partner raised the hairs on the nape of his neck, making him shiver. It wasn't long before he dropped his hand atop Lucius', guiding his own pleasure. Even though he never wanted the moment to end, he needed more: more pressure, more movement, more depth.

The pleasure was almost a living thing, growing, morphing and threatening to consume his very being. When he came, he came with a shout, emptying his balls as he twitched and jerked, shoving his hips greedily back toward his lover. Through it all Lucius kept driving, fast and hard. Once Harry was finally spent, he laid his head back against his lover's shoulder and drifted in a haze of sensory overload.

At last he felt Lucius tense and release, giving several short thrusts before finally going still. The older man panted for breath as he supported both of their weights and then with a groan he withdrew. The two lovers had just enough energy left to tumble into bed and snuggle close before passing into oblivion.

oOoOo

When Lucius woke, it was to Harry's weight shifting the bed as he sat to put on his shoes. He was dressed once more in shirt and trousers but no tie. Lazily the older man reached out, dragging his fingers along his lover's hip and then up his back.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, back to work. Lunch break is over."

Lucius felt a pout coming on. "Can't you come up with some excuse to stay?"

"I've already stayed too long. Ron will start asking questions if I don't come back." Harry turned to look down at him and then leaned in for a kiss. "But don't be sad. Gin's got a match tonight so I'll come here after I get off work," he smiled as he sat back up, "and I'll bring dinner."

The smile was infectious and Lucius found himself returning it. "Wonderful! I don't know what I'd do if I had to figure out that muggle cooking contraption."

It was an inside joke between them that the older wizard didn't know a thing about cooking. Raised all of his life to be waited on by house elves; he had never had to do more than snap his fingers when he was hungry.

"No doubt you would set the entire building on fire if you attempted it."

"That's what I'm saying."

Harry pecked his lips once more and stroked a hand longingly down the center of his chest. "Have a good rest, old man, and I'll be back before you know it to wear you out again."

"I'll hold you to that."

"You may hold me all you like."

The auror stood and glanced to where his jacket was lying on the floor. He walked over, picked it up and slipped his wand from the inside pocket. Then, with a simple charm he sent the jacket and his tie over to the closet and onto a hanger. Lucius watched with amusement from the bed but he felt a niggle of discontent as he watched the casual way that his partner used magic.

"Not going to take those with you, Harry?" he drawled, trying to ignore the feeling.

"I'll get them when I come back. Everyone in the office would wonder why I was wearing fancy muggle clothes."

"Weren't you wearing them before you left?"

Harry grinned and shook his head. "Just what I'm wearing now. I had the rest stashed to put on before I met with you."

"Sneaky bugger."

He shrugged. "I am what you made me, Lucius. I'm sure Salazar Slytherin would be proud."

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "Just what do you mean by that?"

"Now don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm just saying that if anyone taught me to be sneaky, it's you. Just like a proper Slytherin."

"You don't have the faintest idea what a 'proper Slytherin' really is, Harry, and to be honest, I'm thankful for that." He grinned suddenly. "It makes corrupting you so much more satisfying."

"You're not corrupting me."

"No?"

The auror smiled, "No. You're just making me late for work. I'll see you tonight."

"All right, run off and save the world from evil men like me."

"That's what I do." Blowing a kiss, Harry grabbed some floo powder and named the office fireplace. Then he stepped into the green flames and still smiling, disappeared.

Lucius sighed and pulled the blankets up under his chin. There were hours to kill and now that Harry was gone, he didn't feel like moving. He slept for a while and then got up to take a hot shower. The water felt heavenly and he lingered for a long time, just letting it wash over his body.

Finally, he turned off the tap with a regretful sigh and grabbed for a fluffy white towel. After drying his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist and padded back into the bedroom. It was lucky that he'd had the foresight to bring a change of clothing with him. As he pulled on clean trousers, he was glad that he wouldn't have to wear the suit which by now was definitely wrinkled.

Once he was dressed in soft black trousers and a dark red shirt, he wandered through to the kitchen and tried to figure out the muggle coffee maker. He was still fiddling with it when Harry returned.

"What are you doing?" There was amusement to spare in the young man's voice as he set two bags on the counter top.

"Trying to figure out this dumb machine," Lucius muttered with ill-temper. "All I wanted was a blasted cup of coffee!"

"Something tells me that we should invest in a cafetiere. Here, let me," the elder man let Harry nudge him out of the way and watched as the boy grabbed a little white piece of paper from the cupboard and then stuck it into the machine.

"What's that for?"

"It's a coffee filter. Unless you fancy a load of grounds floating in it?"

Lucius made a face, "No, not really."

The auror spooned the grounds into the filter and filled the machine with water before opening another cupboard to extract two cups. "There are plates in here. Why don't you work on getting our dinner onto them while I finish the coffee?"

"Must I?"

"Unless you want to eat out of the take-away boxes, which we can do, but I really would prefer real dishes. Please, Lucius."

Still feeling annoyed at the coffee pot, Lucius gritted his teeth and took two plates from the shelf. Harry glanced at him and grinned. "One of these days I'm going to teach you to cook. That way you won't be so useless in the kitchen."

"I've got a better idea."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Help me get a new wand so that I can just use household spells."

The auror's grin melted away. "You want me to what?"

"Harry," Malfoy sighed and set the plates down on the counter, "I'm tired of living without magic. I want to be able to apparate. I want to be able to undress you with a charm if I so choose. I want to be able to just wave my bloody wand at this stupid coffee maker and have it make coffee!"

Harry was silent for so long that Lucius started to fidget. This wasn't how he'd wanted to broach the subject but now that the question was asked, he wanted an answer!

"Harry," he started to say but the young man held up his hand to forestall the rest of Lucius' words.

"Lucius, you know I can't. It was a sentence passed by the Wizengamot. I'm just an auror, not a magistrate."

"Court decisions can be appealed. If you were to put in a good word for me…" his voice, as well as his hope, faded away again as he saw Harry's shoulders slump. "No, of course not. You wouldn't put your reputation on the line for silly old me, would you?"

"Lucius…"

"No, it's fine. Forget I even mentioned it."

He didn't mean to sound so bitter but Lucius never had been very good at keeping his emotions out of his voice. Turning his back on Harry, he grabbed the plates and the sacks of food and took everything over to the table. It was difficult to not just smash the dishes into a million pieces but somehow he managed. Lucius was almost proud of himself for that. Merlin knew that it took every ounce of restraint he could muster.

After a minute, he felt Harry step behind him and settle a hand on his back, rubbing gently. Gritting his teeth again, Lucius turned and shoved Harry back a step. "I don't want your pity!" he growled, feeling even more enraged as tears burned in his eyes.

"Lucius, stop being a prat." Harry's voice was quiet and his body was still. How different he was from the boy he'd been not so very long ago. He seemed so very adult, especially in the face of his lover acting like a child.

"Or what, Potter?" Lucius glared at him resentfully, "Are you going to hex an unarmed man?"

"No, I'm not going to hex you," Harry moved so that he could casually slide the contents of a take-out container onto one of the plates, "I just don't want to eat with someone acting like a first year."

"Why don't you get out then?" Lucius challenged, still riled and wanting to fight. "Why don't you go watch your little blood-traitor wife play quidditch and leave me the fuck alone?"

"Really, Lucius? That's the best you can do?" Lucius opened his mouth to retort but Harry didn't give him the chance. "Every time something happens that you don't like, you fall back on insults. You didn't even give me an opportunity to discuss this with you. You just say 'Hey Harry, I want a new wand, and you should help me get it' and you don't even think to consider my side of the issue."

"Well it's obvious that you aren't even willing to try!"

"Do you think you have a snowball's chance in hell of getting the Minister and the court to let you have a new wand?"

Lucius lifted his chin, trying to feel more positive than he really was. "Maybe."

"Why don't you find out first then? Talk to an advocate and see if there is merit in your case. If he says yes, then we'll see. Fair enough?"

The elder man wanted to argue; he wanted to tell Harry that he should be willing to help his lover no matter what. Still, there was a little part of him that realized what the auror was saying made a lot of sense. As much as he tried to ignore it, he found himself nodding. There was a hope growing inside him that hadn't been there before and that hope helped to calm his unreasonable anger.

"All right."

Harry rewarded him with a smile and stepped close again to give him a kiss. "Good. I'd much rather make love to you than fight with you tonight."

"You would?"
"Mmm hmm."

"What if I still want to fight?"

"Then you will have to find someone else to take my place because I'm not going to."

"What happened to the Harry Potter I used to know? The one that it was easy to rile up."

"Oh never fear, he's still there," he smiled, "he's just growing up. You see, he was seduced and enraptured by a gorgeous older wizard who might act like a complete and utter ass sometimes but whom he loves in spite of that. There will be times that I want to fight with you, but not tonight and not over this."

"But you promise that we can still fight sometimes?"

The sound of Harry's laugh made Lucius happy. "Yes, we can still fight sometimes. We can fight over who takes the first shower, who gets the last slice of pizza and now that you know how to work the machine, we can fight over who has to make the coffee."

"The last slice of pizza?" Lucius gave the young man a quizzical look. "When do we ever eat pizza?"

"You never know, we might start. Pizza's brilliant."

"Hmm." Sitting down at the table, Lucius eyed the takeout. It wasn't pizza but the Asian noodle dish did smell heavenly. Without even waiting for the other man to sit, Lucius picked up his fork and dug in to the plate Harry had fixed. After a few minutes, he finally paused to rejoin the thread of conversation, "I wouldn't fight with you about who gets the first shower, by the way."

"You wouldn't?"

"No, I'd just climb in with you."

"A sensible compromise," Harry was smiling again.

"See? That proves I can be sensible sometimes."

"You can, when it suits your purpose. Shall we be having a communal shower tonight?"

"We may indeed, if you're lucky."

Harry smiled and crossed his fingers, drawing a laugh from the elder wizard. "Would you object to a communal bath, instead?"

"Well, I don't know," Lucius pretended to be doubtful, "you may have to convince me that it will be better than a shower."

"I believe I can provide evidence to that effect," the auror gave him a playful wink.

"Yes, I'll bet you can." With a smile, Lucius continued on with his meal and the two lapsed back into a good-natured silence for a while. "Have you made any progress with a girl for Draco?" he asked once he was done eating.

Harry made a face that answered his question even before the young man spoke. "I think I was a bit too confident when I promised to find him a wife. The search isn't going very well at all."

"There's still the dinner that Narcissa is sending him to. We may get lucky." Getting up, Lucius took his plate to the sink and fixed himself a coffee.

"Yeah, and I'm still looking. There has to be someone willing to marry him." Harry didn't sound too convinced of that, however.

"Honestly, Harry, not everyone shares your biases about Draco."

"You're right. There are still some people who haven't met him."

"Very funny."

"I'm serious. He's an ass."

"Of course you'd think so. He's your childhood enemy and that is an understandable reason for you not to like him, but he does have redeeming qualities."

"I don't consider being an overbearing, arrogant, obnoxious prick a redeeming quality."

"He just talks tough to cover up his insecurities. It's a family trait, I'm afraid."

"I've noticed."

Lucius might have been offended but he could tell that the younger man didn't mean it as an insult. "And yet you've chosen me as your lover."

"I still claim insanity about that, by the way."

Malfoy chuckled. "Don't you think you could give the boy the benefit of the doubt once in a while? Maybe find an olive branch?"

"To hit him with? That's a good idea."

"Harry."

"Look, Lucius, I understand what you're saying but I really don't want to be all lovey-dovey with Draco. He made my school years even more miserable than they already were, he goes around insulting me and my friends constantly and he's lusting after my best friend's fiancée. He's not exactly the material that mates are made of. Aside from which, I'm sure he doesn't want to be my friend either."

"I wouldn't be so quick to think that."

"Why not?"

"He's wanted to be your friend since your first day at Hogwarts. It bothered him when you turned him down. Maybe you can't see that, but a father notices."

Apparently Harry had no response because he didn't say anything for a good long time. Lucius sipped at his coffee and just watched the other man, content for the time being to let Harry finish his dinner and think things over. He didn't mind either when Harry finished and came over to sit on his lap for a good long snog. They'd had enough serious conversation for one evening. It was definitely time to play.

Lucius' hand went almost immediately to Harry's trousers, opening the flies so that he could slip his hand in to tease the auror's awakening cock. He was rewarded by Harry's fingers gliding through his hair and then giving a light tug. The elder wizard growled in response and bit Harry's lower lip.

"Naughty," Harry murmured in the next breath, tugging at Lucius' hair again.

"You started it," Malfoy growled and started undoing the auror's shirt from the bottom up.

Once he got it open, he leaned down to nip his way over the young man's left pectoral muscle until he encountered the nipple. Flicking the tip of his tongue over it first, he then sucked the nub into his mouth, loving Harry's reaction to the stimulus. The hand that was still in his hair clutched tighter as the auror voiced a groan and Harry's other hand rested on the back of Lucius' shoulder for balance as he shoved his pelvis against the older man.

"Do you want me, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry hissed in reply, his eyes narrow green slits in his flushed face.

"Shift a bit then and let me get these trousers off you."

Harry stood, but he didn't wait for Lucius to help him. Instead he shoved the material down off his hips and Lucius took the opportunity to undo his own trousers and wriggle his underpants far enough out of the way to liberate his erection. That was all he had time to do before the auror was back in his lap, kissing him as if his life depended on it.

They spent several minutes more in a hot and heavy clutch before Harry ended the kiss again. Spitting into his hand, he brought it down to Lucius' cock and Lucius gasped at the warm roughness of the hand smoothing the saliva over his sensitive skin. Once more the auror spit and then he rose up and settled down slowly onto Lucius' erection, moving his hips in slow circles until it was fully inside.

Harry smiled down at him, wrapping his arms around the elder wizard's neck, and started to rock his hips. Lucius brought his hands down to his lover's bottom and just held them there, occasionally lifting as Harry rose and then bearing down to shove in deeply on the down stroke. Neither one of them spoke, though they did kiss again, a hot open-mouthed kiss punctuated by grunts and moans.

Lucius had almost forgotten he was still wearing his shirt until Harry reached down to stroke himself and pressed the tip of his cock against the silk. Watching him, the elder wizard chuckled and murmured, "Appreciating my shirt?"

"Mmm hmm!" As if to further prove his appreciation, Harry gathered the shirt tail up in his palm and used the material to encircle his hardness, thrusting harder as he did so.

"Oh gods, Harry…" Lucius leaned his head back, using the arm Harry still had there to support his neck. He thrust up faster and harder, knowing that his climax wasn't far away. After a moment, the auror's breath was hot on his neck and he felt the wetness of Harry's tongue.

When the young man started to suck on Lucius' Adam's apple, the elder man was undone. Bucking up hard into his lover, he let go, coming in great rolling shudders. Harry kept riding him, even through the aftershocks that made Lucius' fingers tighten against his buttocks. Finally he stopped, only rocking a little as he jerked himself off furiously and then emptied himself on Lucius' shirt.

Several minutes passed while they recovered, then Lucius peered down at the wet patch that darkened the red silk.

"I do hope you plan to use a cleaning charm on that."

"I suppose I'll have to, won't I?"

"Since you're the one with the wand, and you're the one that soiled it, I think it's only fair."

"Then yes, I'll clean it for you," Harry grinned and brushed his fingertips down the side of Lucius' face. "Wouldn't want leave any DNA evidence on your shirt, now would we?"

"Any what?" Lucius frowned.

"Never mind. It's a muggle thing and not only would it be hard to explain, you probably wouldn't care."

"You're probably right."

Lucius felt a little offended that Harry didn't even want to try explaining it to him, but at the moment, lost as he was in a haze of sexual contentment, it wasn't worth holding onto. What was worth holding onto was Harry, so he brought his arms up around the young man's waist and pulled him close. As he usually did in such instances, Harry snuggled against the older man's chest and closed his eyes for a while.

"You know, it's funny."

"What's funny?"
"We've made love twice in this flat and we haven't even used the bed yet."

"We used the bed this afternoon," Lucius looked down fondly and riffled his fingers through the short hairs at the base of Harry's skull, "to sleep, of course, but technically it was a use."

"Mmm, you're right."

"Once more."

The younger man snorted and gave him another kiss. "Shall we use it again then?"

"Potter, I don't think I'll be able to perform for a while."

"I meant using it in the 'technical' manner."

"Ohh. That's all right then," he paused, frowning, "but don't you have to get home?"

Harry shook his head. "The Harpies are away tonight and they'll be out drinking so late after the match that they'll probably stay over."

"Even if they lose?"

"More so if they lose."

"Then this might be incredibly selfish of me, but I hope that they lose."

"I'll forgive you this time."

Lucius laughed and kissed his partner. "Let's go to bed, hmm?"

"What about our bath?"

"Make up your mind, Potter. Bath time or bed time?"

"Choices, choices."

"I'll tell you what, clean up my shirt and we can go to bed. Then we can have a shower together in the morning. Sound good?"

"Sounds heavenly."

"Then let's do it, angel."