Alone in Draco's room with the door locked and triple warded, Harry waited in the immense bed for Draco to come out of the bathroom. He fingered the sheets and looked up into the bed's canopy, toward the French doors, scanned the various items of furniture in the room, and sighed again at the closed bathroom door. What the bloody hell is he doing in there?

Just then the bathroom door swung open and Harry sat up. Draco wore a silk dressing gown, not unlike the one he wore at Hogwarts but Harry realized it wasn't the same one. How many did the man have? He started to untie it when he looked up at Harry in the dim candlelight. "Harry? Are you wearing something?"

He felt a little too naked in the big room and had resorted to wearing his old t-shirt and pajama bottom ensemble. "Er...it's just what I used to wear."

Draco rested his hands on his hips. "But why are you wearing that?"

"Jeez, Draco," he grumbled. "I can't seem to wear anything right tonight."

Draco huffed and cast off his dressing gown. He didn't seem to have a problem being naked in his room. Harry glanced at his pale form smoothly coming toward the bed. His eyes couldn't help but slide down the boy's torso to his slim hips, the delectable hollows there that framed a pink, tumescent penis in a nest of outrageously white-blond pubic hair. Those bollocks. Harry knew they were soft and just now, he had the very strong urge to lick them.

"Aren't you going to get undressed, Harry?" asked Draco in a silky, seductive tone.

Harry yanked his shirt over his head and shimmied out of his bottoms. Draco smiled. "That's better."

He lifted the blankets and slid under them, slipping his arms around his lover and holding him close. He nuzzled Harry's neck. "Mmmm. Potter. The tastiest dessert I can possibly think of."

"There's parts of you I want to taste, too," Harry breathed.

Draco chuckled. "Oh?" Which ones?"

"Those balls of yours. I want them."

Draco's breath caught. Harry kissed his neck and licked it. "Yeah," he said to Draco's ear. His breath caused his lover to shiver. Harry was feeling sexy and a bit raunchy. "I want to lick your balls. I want to lick higher," he whispered. Draco gave him an answering whimper. "Higher, you know. Up your crack. Lick that hot, pink hole of yours. Maybe tongue-fuck you. Would you like that, love?"

Draco couldn't quite reply but the sound he made was enough affirmation for Harry. He'd had enough of that Malfoy arrogance for one day, at least. He wanted to give a little back of his own. As a matter of fact, he wanted to top tonight.

He pushed at Draco's shoulder and turned him over, pulling at his hips to push his bum into the air. Immediately he began nuzzling Draco's sac. Yes! It was incredibly soft and smelled of soap and some flowery water. He lapped at it, mouthing the delicate testicles as Draco groaned. Running his tongue under them, he nosed his way to his perineum, and then stroked higher with his tongue. He grasped Draco's arse cheeks and spread them wide, at first planting a reverent kiss to his pink hole before he began flicking his tongue at it, exciting whimpers and jerks from his boyfriend. He made harder licks, pointing his tongue and shoving it in. Draco loosened with a breathy sigh and Harry was delving deeper and deeper, swirling his tongue mercilessly within Draco.

Harry felt his cock grow rock hard and throb in time with his quickening heartbeat. He wanted Draco, wanted to take him. He dabbed his tongue inside him a few more times before he sat up abruptly. He didn't have time or the brain power to ask for or Accio any lube. Instead, he spit into his hand a couple of times and used the generous pre-cum oozing from his dick to slather himself. Draco's hole was wide open due to his earlier ministration and Harry panted as he positioned himself, gripping Draco's hip with one hand and his own cock with the other. He shoved forward, sinking deeply within that hot cavern, throwing his head back at the wonderful tight sensation. Draco's hole molded around him. He could feel the muscles contracting, trying to expel him, getting used to the size of him.

Draco grunted with the force of it. But Harry didn't allow him time to get used to him. He began fucking him immediately, thrusting roughly and holding on to both hips with curled fingers. Harry let go: of his reticence, his chivalry-everything that made him hold back before. Why do I always bottom? he wondered as he pounded away at his lover, reveling in the unbelievable sensations.

Draco was making noises Harry seldom heard. But he knew the blond was loving all of it. He heard the slapping of flesh as Draco took care of his cock and it sounded to Harry as if he were close. Harry was getting close, too. It felt far too good giving it to Draco this way, with Harry balls spanking against Draco's, with Draco's arse squeezing him so very tight-"Ah!" Harry let loose, pumping even more furiously as his seed shot deep into his lover.

Draco cried out and unloaded onto the sheets, his anus squeezing Harry even harder. Harry's orgasm seemed to go on and on and he thrust deeply several more times until the throbbing in his loins finally slowed to a warm, golden sensation. He pulled free of Draco and flopped down to the bed.

Draco flattened himself on the mattress face first, sighing deeply. "Bloody hell, Harry! That was fantastic! You are definitely doing that more often."

"I was just thinking that myself," he panted.

Draco rolled over and swung his arm over Harry's chest, kissing his chest. "Mmmm. That was delightful. Especially the rimming part. You are very enthusiastic."

He squeezed Draco and kissed the top of his head. Harry wondered at his sudden enthusiasm for taking the lead, too, and decided that he'd felt a little out of place and perhaps this was his way of taking control. He didn't feel all that comfortable with that notion-that he might be taking out his frustration with Lucius Malfoy on Draco's arse, but he was at a loss as to what to do. He had really enjoyed it. Maybe with Voldemort gone he didn't have to give up control in the bedroom anymore. Maybe he was asserting himself as he should have done before. And Draco had been acting the prat lately.

He didn't want to think on it further. After all, Draco was snoring and Harry was heavy with lethargy. He closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.

* * *

The next day Harry had wanted to get a start in flat-hunting. He was grateful that they weren't expected to have breakfast with Lucius and Narcissa and instead ate in Draco's suite. Over breakfast, Harry read the Daily Prophet classifieds for flats to let, but Draco was brushing it off.

"What's the rush, Potter? We've got all we need here."

"Everything but privacy."

"What are you talking about? We're alone now."

Just then, there was a pop as a house elf appeared. "Will Master Draco or Master Harry be wanting anything more?" asked the little fellow.

"No, Bomble. That will be all."

The house elf bowed low, snuck a peek at Harry, and Disapparated again.

"That's what I'm talking about," said Harry, gesturing to the empty space that was once occupied by house elf.

"That's hardly anything, Harry. It's an elf." Draco said it as if he were talking about a lamp or a chair, and Harry supposed he was.

"I told you I don't like the idea of house elves. I don't want any servants and I want to have my own flat. I've been under the thumb of too many hands. It's time I had something to call my own."

Draco fooled with his serviette and frowned. "That isn't a very sensible approach. A house elf or two makes life so much simpler."

"We're wizards, for God sake! How much simpler could it be?"

"Harry, Harry, Harry. You have no idea."

He was beginning to hate the way Draco said his name in that condescending way. He threw down the Prophet. "Look. I want to find my own flat. If you don't want to come with me then you'll just have to take what I pick."

The implication of that with Harry's Muggle upbringing became all too clear to Draco and his eyes widened. "All right, all right! This afternoon we'll look. But right now, can't we just enjoy being home?"

Your home, not mine, he longed to say aloud but didn't.

* * *

Harry chose a few places and he and Draco Disapparated to the first one in Soho, near Charring Cross. It was a Georgian structure that seemed a little worse for wear, but Harry liked it instantly. The witch who came to the door was immediately flustered upon greeting the Boy Who Lived and offered to throw in lots of extras for free.

Draco had his arms crossed over his chest the whole time, scowling.

"And will this be your flat mate, Mr. Potter?" she asked, motioning toward Draco.

"I'm bloody well not his flat mate. I'm his lover, thank you very much."

The old witch was taken aback and shook a finger at Draco. "Now see here. There will be none of that. I run a respectable house, I do. Shame on you for spreading such lies about Harry Potter."

"Lies! You old bag-"

"Draco!" Harry grabbed the blonde's arm and pushed him back. "Thank you Mrs. Hollister for showing us around. We'll need to think about it."

"Take all the time you like, deary." She smiled a toothless grin at Harry, but turned a frown on Draco.

"I won't live here!" Draco said, not surprisingly. "I won't live where I'm not wanted."

"Draco-"

"Why are you even looking at flats? Why aren't you buying a house? You can afford it."

Harry hadn't considered that before. "Really? You want to buy a place? Should we pool our money or should I buy it and-"

"Potter, you are making this way too complicated. I'll Firecall my father's estate agent and he'll do the looking for you. All right? Good. Now we can go shopping!"

Harry naturally thought Draco meant clothes shopping, but he meant furnishings.

Draco sat on an ornate sofa in a little wizard's shop off of the Strand. "Draco, shouldn't we have a house first before we buy furniture?"

"Nonsense. What if it doesn't go?"

"Well...isn't that why you should know where you're living first?"

"Harry. We're wizards. We can change our surroundings. Merlin's beard! Those Muggles sure did a number on you. You don't know anything, do you?"

Harry frowned. He eyed the hovering shopkeeper. "Draco, may I speak to you for a moment? In private?"

"Sure, Harry."

He took Harry's arm and walked with him to a quiet corner of the shop. Harry tried to control his anger in the brief walk but he was certain he'd end up exploding. He took a moment when Draco looked at him expectantly, his mouth twisting into a smirk. "Well, what is it?"

Harry's teeth clenched as he spoke. "Draco, for the last two days you have been nothing but rude and uncomplimentary to me. You'd think after all these years I'd be used to it, but after we started seeing each other and became lovers, I thought I could at least expect a little courtesy."

"What? I am the very model of courtesy-"

"--A LITTLE courtesy," Harry interjected. "But you've made fun of my clothes, my upbringing, my taste. You've insulted me in front of your parents, the house elves, and shopkeepers. And it's really annoying me!"

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sweet Merlin! I didn't know the Hero of the Wizarding World was so bloody sensitive. I'm sorry, okay!"

"Draco, that didn't have an ounce of regret in it! It's more like I'm wasting your time between shags. I'm feeling a little like...like...you don't really care about me."

"That is so utterly ridiculous I won't dignify it with an answer."

"Well you had better. Because I am this close from walking!"

"What do you mean?" Draco was paying attention now. "What do you mean 'walking'? Do you mean you'd leave me? Over this?"

"'This' is not nothing. It's my feelings. You're hurting them."

Draco rolled his eyes again and Harry dug his hands into his pockets. "Right. See you at the Manor." Harry spun and Disapparated then and there.

* * *

He knew when Draco returned. He could hear doors slamming and paintings rattle on the walls. Harry was sitting on the terrace and even though it was a little too cold for that, he remained there, stubbornly, even forgetting to warm himself with a charm.

Draco slammed open the French doors to the terrace and glared at Harry. "Dinner is in ten minutes. Can you manage to wear the proper attire this time?"

"I'm not dressing for dinner. It's stupid."

Draco's face flushed a deep red. "What did you say?"

Harry turned to Draco, trying not shiver. "I said: It's. Stu-pid!"

"That's what I thought you said. Well, congratulations. You have just insulted about three hundred years of Malfoy tradition. And all because you can't seem to slip on one pair of dress robes. Something your hosts expect. As if it's any skin off your nose. So fine. Just wear whatever insulting Muggle wear you deem fit. We'll manage to choke down our food anyway."

When he put it like that... Harry suddenly felt supremely stupid himself. All he had to do was throw on his dress robes. He could even slip them on over his Muggle clothes. Last night he hadn't known. Tonight there was really no excuse for being so rude-just the thing he was complaining about Draco.

He rose from his chair and looked at the Slytherin. He was standing stiffly in the doorway, studiously looking out to the view and avoiding eye contact with Harry.

"Look Draco. I'm sorry," he said quietly. "That was very rude of me. Just give me a minute and I'll change." But Draco was blocking the doorway and didn't look as if he planned on moving anytime soon. "Um...Draco? Can I...can I get by you?"

Draco slid his droop-lidded gaze toward Harry. "You're sorry?"

"Yes, love. I am."

"Will you kiss me, then?"

Harry smiled. That pouting lip was suddenly very enticing. He leaned in and took that lower lip between his own and sucked on it briefly before giving him a proper kiss. "I love you. I just wish you'd show me a little more respect, that's all."

"I'm sorry, Harry," he said softly. He ran his hand up Harry chest to his neck and curled his fingers in his hair at the nape. "I didn't mean to insult you. It's just my way. I'm more used to insulting you than whispering endearments, you know that."

"But you're not bad at whispering endearments either," he said to his lips and kissed him again.

Draco squirmed. Harry could tell he was getting aroused. "Just...get dressed, okay?" He stepped aside for Harry and Harry reluctantly entered the room.

Harry went to the wardrobe and drew out his dress robes. "I hope these will do. They're all I have."

"They'll be fine," he said, reaching for his own pair.

* * *

They went down to dinner together, Harry feeling somewhat better that he was properly attired this time, though Narcissa and Lucius still glared at him as he took his seat. He gulped down his wine again.

"Father," said Draco, serving himself from the fish platter. "Harry and I were talking today, and I wondered if we could contact your estate agent. We need to find some property."

"Oh? Whatever for?"

Harry glanced up. He didn't care for the fish course as the fish head was staring at him disconsolately. "We need a place to live," he said. What was with everyone? Wasn't this a simple enough concept?

Lucius lifted his goblet, waiting for it to magically fill with white wine. "But Draco," he said, ignoring Harry. "You live here."

"I know," he said, shrugging, the both of them seeming in on a joke that Harry wasn't a part of. "But Harry insists he wants his own place. What can one do?"

"'What can one do'?" Lucius deigned to grace Harry with a sneer. "One can accommodate one's...special friend...and live with him in his ancestral home."

"Oh right! You really want me living here."

Narcissa didn't look up. She ate delicately with her fish fork, and occasionally dabbed at her lips with her serviette.

"This is Draco's home," Lucius went on. "It is the height of impertinence to suggest he move elsewhere. One day he will inherit this manor."

"Can't wait for that," said Harry under his breath.

But that had been the wrong thing to say. Draco had heard it and stared at him with wide, appalled eyes. Harry was about to apologize when Lucius chuckled.

"Oh well said, Mr. Potter. Really quite droll. Of course you cannot wait for me and Narcissa to be in our cold graves. A pity it didn't happen sooner, eh?"

Silverware clattered harshly on a plate. Narcissa rose so quickly her chair teetered back. "I simply cannot sit here and listen to this dreadful child wish for our demise! Please excuse me." In a swirl of robes, she left the dining hall. Immediately, the remains on her plate vanished.

Harry had wanted to hurt them for all that they inflicted on him, but suddenly, it all just seemed so petty. He pushed the food around on his plate with his fork, wondering if he had the nerve to apologize to Lucius Malfoy.

But Lucius was rising. "Draco, may I have a word with you?"

Draco turned a hurt expression toward Harry and then pushed himself from the table.

"Please excuse us, Mr. Potter," said Lucius with a curt bow.

Jeez. Did everyone have to be so polite...while they were insulting him? No wonder it came so easily to Draco.

They didn't move far. They stood just inside one of the doors and Harry could hear every word. He wondered if Lucius charmed the door that way so that it was unavoidable.

"Do you see the discord that boy is causing?" Lucius started.

"That boy saved everyone's arse, Father. I think he deserves a bit more respect than what he's been receiving."

Harry sat back, stunned. So. Draco did notice! The git.

"Yes, we are all grateful for that," said Lucius caustically. "But the fact that he lives in our home, disdaining every moment of it... and the fact that he's...he's...associating...with you-"

"Asscociating! We're in love, Father!"

"In Merlin's name never use that term again in my hearing! Draco, do you have any idea what you are doing? Certainly sow your oats, but when all is said and done, for Merlin's sake send him on his way."

"Father! It isn't just a whim of mine. I love Harry!"

Harry warmed at that assertion. He hadn't been feeling too loved of late.

"Love! What do you know of love, commitment, and responsibility? I gave you simple tasks to perform at Hogwarts-tasks our Lord was pleased with-and you couldn't even satisfy those."

Harry frowned. He knew it!

"Are you throwing that up in my face now? After the Dark Lord is finally dead? Did you really want to go about wearing funny masks and saying 'boo' to Muggles?"

Lucius inhaled a deep breath. "How dare you! Do you have any idea the sacrifices your mother and I have made for you, for the family fortune? You will never know the extent to which we forfeited our dignity to maintain what you see around you. I never thought I raised an ungrateful child. And now you throw it all away on Potter!"

"But Father-"

"You are a great disappointment to me. I had certain expectations of you, Draco. You were to marry a Pureblood girl and have an heir of your own." He paused and Harry rose, unable to help himself. He moved closer to the door, listening as their conversation grew quieter. "You can still do this, Draco. You do not have to give up your birthright. There are certain... potions... one can take. I know Severus can brew it for us. It is mostly illegal, but it can be done."

Draco gasped. "A potion? To make me straight? Are you kidding me?"

"As I said, such potions are illegal. And you must continue to take them the rest of your life, but you will feel normal again."

"I am normal! And no matter how many potions you make me take, I will still love Harry. You can't erase that with a potion." There was a pause and Draco shrieked. "I won't do it!"

"Draco, listen to reason-"

"All for your precious Malfoy name? Merlin, Father! If you were so worried about a Malfoy heir then why didn't you sire more than one child? Or is that you have to take a potion-"

A slap! Harry held his breath. No one said anything else, but Harry startled back as the door suddenly pulled open. Lucius stomped out, wand in hand. He stopped when he saw Harry, lifted the wand ever so slightly, but with trembling control, lowered it again and stalked away.

There was another long pause before Draco emerged from the doorway. He was covering his left cheek with his hand. Harry rushed to him and made to grab him but Draco shied away. He shook his head at Harry and wandered out of the hall.

Harry stood alone amongst the discarded dishes and the half-drunk wine glasses.

It was becoming crystal clear to him that he shouldn't stay. He didn't know where Draco was heading, but Harry made a beeline toward their room and began to pack.


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