Harry had only been in his room for an hour when he was already bored. He wondered if he should go down to the beach again, and then decided to sight see. His chest felt tight. He had wanted to sight see with Draco, but it didn't seem fair taking up the man's time.

Harry wandered down to the lobby, and in shorts and trainers, he left the hotel to hail a cab. He wondered if he stuck out his wand whether the Knight Bus would show or not or if that was only in England. Maybe there was a Bermuda equivalent. It might be worth the experiment once night fell.

Once in the cab he asked the driver about the local sights and let the cab take him. They took a winding road to the top of a hill and the driver pulled over to a lookout point where there were several cars and many tourists taking pictures. Harry got out of the car and looked down at the panoramic view. But when he turned, there was Draco Malfoy...with some man's arm around him.

That was bloody quick.

Harry stood for a moment silently on the edge of the cliff, an unpleasant feeling simmering just under his skin. How would it be to take that man slobbering on Draco and push him over the side and simply watch his helpless body bang against the rocks?

He glanced back at Draco who clearly hadn't noticed him. Harry fisted his hands to his sides. Dammit!

He whirled and stalked up to Draco, hating himself with every step. "So," he said, and Draco spun, wide-eyed. "Who is this?" Harry gestured toward the man hanging on Draco.

"Oh. This is...what was your name again?"

"Grant," said the man impatiently. Draco didn't seem to be paying him much attention.

"So you sure found someone quick." Harry winced at his words but he stood his ground.

"Are you stalking me, Potter? I thought you cut me loose."

"I'm not stalking you. But...Do you mind, Grant, giving us a moment?"

"I'll give you more than a moment," he said. "I have no intention of coming between boyfriends." He left for a cab and slammed the door once he slid inside.

"He's not my boyfriend!" yelled Draco after him. His face looked furious when he turned it back to Harry. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I think I made a mistake."

"You're damned right, you did." Draco spun and stomped toward the cab.

Harry went after him and grabbed his arm. "No, Draco. I mean before. At lunch. I think I was being incredibly stupid. I was trying to do the noble thing and step aside."

Draco glared at him. Comprehension fluctuated in his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The White Party. I thought maybe I was imposing on you. I mean I thought that you rescued me and then we shagged and then maybe that was all you wanted but I kept getting in the way." Harry still felt incredibly stupid nattering on, but he couldn't stop himself. "Was that how it was? If it was, I'll go now."

"And if it wasn't?"

"Then I still want to spend the day with you. Or two. I'm here for the week. Of course, maybe you don't want to spend more than a day with me. I'll understand. It's not as if-"

"Potter. Do shut up." Draco walked toward his cab and Harry's heart fell. But Draco wasn't getting in. He handed the driver some money, said a few words to Grant who made an obscene gesture at him, and the cab drove away.

Harry was absurdly happy when Draco returned to him. "As it happens, I seem to be free."

* * *

They took Harry's cab and they returned to town. Draco told the driver to pull over, and he and Harry got out to stroll the streets. "So you were being this noble Gryffindor; the gentleman, stepping aside to let me carouse at will."

"Sort of. I guess."

"But what you really wanted was to spend the day with me. Why didn't you just bloody say that?"

"You might have turned me down."

"And what if I did?"

"That would have been awful."

Draco stopped and looked at Harry curiously. Harry blushed. He was so tired of blushing. "So Harry," he said quietly. "Are you falling for me or something?"

Harry sputtered. "Of course not!"

"Because that would be mental. The two of us. How would you ever explain it to your friends?"

"How would you explain me to your parents?"

Draco looked taken aback by that. "This is just a holiday," he muttered. "We're not picking china patterns."

Harry agreed with mumbled words and as a distraction, grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him inside an arcade parlour. It was noisy with bells ringing and electronic music plying the air.

"What is this place?" asked Draco, looking around.

"These are Muggle games. Come on. They're fun. I'll show you."

Harry took Draco to an old-fashioned pinball machine and dropped in the coins. He showed him how the flappers worked and then pulled back the shooter. Draco stood in front of it utterly enchanted. He flapped furiously at the first silver ball...and missed completely. But then he began to see the strategy of the thing and started to win points.

Draco played and Harry put coins in the machine next to his and suddenly their old competition began. "No magic," Harry called over his shoulder. Each were racking up the scores, but ultimately, Harry got more and Draco's game was finally over with the flashing of lights and the ringing of bells.

"Damn you, Potter. Do you have to win everything?"

"It's just a game, Malfoy."

"And I suppose Quidditch was just a game."

"Uh...yeah. What else was it?"

He draped his arm over Harry and steered him out of the arcade. "It was the life-long psychological struggle between two opposites for superiority of magic, of fundamental moral questions, of right and wrong."

Harry looked at him and laughed. "I was just trying to catch a little golden ball. I don't know what you were doing."

Draco shook his head. "You really are that thick, aren't you? That naïve. Well, I suppose that's what I like about you."

"I'm not naïve. I'm just not mental, like you. Honestly, Malfoy. Did you mean all that?"

"Some of it." He looked sidelong at Harry and laughed.

Harry had never heard Draco laugh with genuine feeling. He decided he liked it.

They ducked in and out of various shops, looking at the merchandise. "So what are your plans now that you're done with school and the Dark Lord is no more?"

Harry sighed. He had been wondering about that himself. "I don't know. Don't know what I'm fit for. Wanted to be an Auror once, but...."

"Not so appealing?"

"Not after Voldemort."

Harry saw Draco wince out of the corner of his eye. He still got vicious pleasure from it. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Draco, aren't you going to do anything?"

"Do? Why? I'm rich."

"Oh." Harry picked up a jumper from a table and held it up to his chin. Draco shook his head and yanked it out of his hands.

"I mean," Draco went on. "I might venture into politics. Something in the Ministry."

"You'd be good at that."

"Yeah, I know."

"What about the gay thing, though?"

"Yeah, that does worry me."

"But you're lucky. You don't have to do anything."

"But you do. Being Gay Harry Potter isn't going to win you any more Order of Merlins. Although my guess is that one is enough."

"You think it won't ultimately matter my being a pouf?"

"Don't know. Probably not."

"So it's okay if I'm-" Harry bit down on that thought. He was going to say if I'm seen with you. But he didn't know how Draco would take it.

He changed the subject and they talked about Quidditch teams.

They spent a good part of the rest of the afternoon just trailing through the streets, chatting, and when they returned to their hotel at nightfall, Draco turned to him in the lift. "Listen, Potter. Let's put our cards on the table. Do you want to spend the week with me? Yes or no?"

"Y-yes."

"All right then. And just for the record, I'd like to spend the week with you. So you can stop being a git. Now. I'm also assuming that you wouldn't mind continuing to shag, am I right?"

Harry grinned. "Very right."

"Okay. I'm proposing that you check out of your room and move into mine. What do you say?"

Harry's jaw fell open. Did Malfoy just say--? "Okay," he heard himself reply. Harry pressed the button for his floor but Draco shook his head.

"Let me show you something, Potter." They got out at the penthouse and Draco went directly to the phone. "Hello, desk? Yes, Mr. Potter in room 217 is checking out. I'd like to move his things to the penthouse. Yes, right away. On my bill, yes."

"No, Draco!" Harry whispered harshly, flailing his hands.

"On my bill. Thank you." He hung up. "Don't be such a girl. I can afford it."

"So can I!"

"Then you get dinner."

When Harry's things arrived, Draco picked out some clothes for Harry so they could go to dinner.

"Are we going downstairs?" Harry asked as they rode down the lift again.

"No. There's a little place I know about. Trust me."

They took a cab to a very small establishment on a bluff overlooking the beach that had only six tables, all occupied with hetero couples. The maitre de took them to a table by the window. The whole place was lit only by the candles on the tables and a few candle sconces. Harry forgot how much he missed candlelight. It was almost impossible to come by in the Muggle world except for places like this. The view below glittered with lights and street traffic. Harry smiled up at Draco's face lit warmly by the small flame on the table between them.

"Your eyes are very green," said Draco quietly, as if he hadn't meant to say it aloud. Maybe he hadn't, because he dipped his face down, hiding his own eyes in the shadow of his fringe. When he brought up his face again he had planted a contented smile there. "That was a silly thing to say."

Harry shrugged. "It was a romantic thing to say."

"I guess." Draco turned his face to look out the window. Harry had to be careful. This wasn't a Great Romance. This was a week at a gay circuit party. The expectation was to connect, at least for the week. And then it was supposed to be over. But with a tightness in his chest, Harry realized he didn't want it to be over. It was romantic, dammit! Draco was romantic. It just never occurred to him before that the Slytherin could be anything other than a complete arse.

Harry's eyes cruised the other diners. Occasionally, they would snatch a glance at Harry and Draco. "How did you know about this place?" he asked.

"My parents. It's very exclusive. Whenever a Malfoy calls, they must open a table. We have a standing reservation."

"Wow. I didn't think you could do that."

"With enough money, you can do anything."

Harry rolled his eyes at that, but tried not to let it bother him.

There were no menus. The meal was simply brought one marvelous course after the other. A waiter was always somewhere ready to take an empty plate away or replace a fork that had slipped to the floor, but without hovering unnecessarily. If Harry wasn't certain they were Muggles he might have assumed they were using magic.

"Good, aren't they?" Draco commented about the staff, seeming to read Harry's thoughts. "Like house elves."

"I was thinking that."

"So." Draco sipped his brandy and hunched over the table after the plates had been cleared. "Tell me about the Muggles."

"What Muggles?" Harry tasted the brandy but the alcohol was too strong for him. He set the snifter down.

"Your relatives, of course."

"Oh." Harry drew circles on the tablecloth with his fingernail. "Not much to tell, really. They hated wizards, so they never told me I was one. Hoped it would be pounded out of me."

"Did they beat you?"

"No, I didn't mean that. But they never treated me nicely. Or with kindness. Or love. I was just a nuisance to them. They tried to prevent me from going to Hogwarts."

Draco shook his head and muttered. He straightened and looked Harry in the eye. "And what did you do to them when you finally left? I assume you left."

"Yeah. I stayed with them one last time the summer of last year and then that was it."

"Why?"

Harry explained about the protection spells and Draco slowly nodded, understanding. Harry the Hero was supposed to be some great wizard, but he reckoned Draco knew far more about magic than he ever would.

"So what did you do to them?"

Harry shrugged and took a bite of the small curled chocolate-dipped biscuits. "Didn't do anything."

"Whoa, whoa. Back up. You didn't do anything to them? After all the crap they put you through? Even denying you the basics of love and sustenance? Are you bloody mental, or what?"

"I didn't feel the need for revenge. I thought they were pretty sad, actually."

"Didn't feel the-" Draco frowned. His whole face took on the points of a V. "Gryffindors. What the hell are they good for!"

"Killing Dark Lords, apparently." Harry crunched down on another biscuit and grinned.

Draco stared at him a long time before he burst into peals of laughter. Harry stopped chewing. It was the most marvelous sound he had ever heard.

Uh oh. Was he falling in love with Draco Malfoy?

* * *

When they returned to the hotel the party was in full swing. Harry looked at Draco. "Should we...go to the party?" But Harry hoped Draco would say no. He didn't want to share Draco with all these men. If he only had a week, then he wanted their moments together to last.

Draco scanned the lobby and its shoulder to shoulder glut of men. And then he turned his eyes on Harry, and Harry saw how full of lust those grey eyes could be. "I don't need all of them. I've got you." He slipped his arm into Harry's and they Apparated to the penthouse.

Harry couldn't believe they'd done that in front of everyone. "Draco!"

"No one would notice. We were so packed down there." Harry's indignation evaporated as Draco approached him. "We're going to fuck, aren't we, Potter? So why wait?"

Harry nodded. Draco was probably right. If Muggles saw them they would owe the strange sight to their pills or booze. He hoped. He didn't fancy being interrupted by Ministry owls.

Hands crawled up Harry's chest and wrapped around the back of his neck. Hot breath pelted his lips. "Harry," Draco whispered before a mouth closed over his.

Draco's kiss was thorough. It started out gentle, just lips barely skimming with a flick of tongue. But then the tongue slowly snaked inside, filling his mouth, forcing his lips open, and Harry allowed their ravishment. The hands at his neck tightened, pulling Harry against him. Feeling Draco's thighs and erection pressed to his own pulled a moan from Harry, a moan he offered into Draco's mouth.

Strong arms held him and Harry was overwhelmed with sensation. He never wanted to be let go, never wanted Draco to stop kissing him. But when Draco's hands curled around the flesh of Harry's arse he decided that other things might be just as good.

Draco's lips pulled free of Harry's and caressed up his face to his ear. They nibbled on the lobe before a tongue dabbed at the shell. "Harry," he whispered. "Do you still want a taste of what it's like to be a bottom?"

Harry skin was a mass of sensation. Everything tingled. "Yes!" he gasped.

"Good. Then strip and get on the bed, face first."

He grabbed the ache in his dick, begging it not to come yet. He pulled off his clothes, not caring in what order or if seams ripped or buttons popped off. Soon he was starkers and he pulled himself up the enormous bed and lay with his stiff cock pressed uncomfortably into the mattress. He spread his legs and pushed his arse up at Draco, hoping to entice him.

The bed dipped and someone crawled toward him. Harry looked behind and saw a naked Draco, cock red and erect up to his belly.

"I think I might have been waiting for this for a very long time, Potter."

"Back to calling me 'Potter'? I thought we were on a first name basis."

"This is different. There's a little bit of a fantasy going on now."

A warm hand closed on his left arse cheek. "Spread your legs wider," he said in a husky voice. "That's it." Both hands massaged. "You have a truly remarkable bottom, Mr. Potter. Very, very delectable. If I had any religion at all, I'd worship this." Draco stopped talking and Harry suddenly felt teeth nibbling on his arse. He almost bucked up but held himself in check. He moaned instead. Lips joined the teeth and alternated between little nips and sucking kisses. The massaging persisted and Draco's thumbs dipped into Harry's crack, stroking. Harry never imagined that someone touching near his anus could possibly be erotic, but he was squirming freely on the bed now, aching for Draco to do more to him.

Draco's thumbs pulled his arse cheeks apart, exposing Harry's hole. Harry whimpered and dug his face deep into the bed. It was a little embarrassing being opened like that and he felt his whole body flush. But as Draco's breath got closer and closer, his own breathing hitched. What was Draco going to do? He wasn't going to do what Harry was thinking he would do? He read about that but he supposed most people didn't do it, that it was something relegated to wizard wanking mags. Not to everyday life-

"OH! GOD!" Draco's warm, velvety tongue was dragging up his crack, from the back of his balls and upward. No, he wasn't putting his tongue there--! The pad of his tongue made a long, agonizingly slow drag over his anus. Harry felt his pucker loosen involuntarily as if gasping for a moment before he clenched down. But the tongue stayed and swiped it again, a short lick this time followed by a stab directly into the rosette.

Harry was making noises he'd never made before. He wiggled his bottom and frotted his dick against the duvet. "Draco, Draco...." He couldn't form any other words. Nothing seemed to make sense but his lover's name. He was wildly aroused and was certain he'd come at any moment.

Draco lapped at Harry's hole for another minute, sometimes dragging his tongue down to the back of his balls and making stripes back and forth, and sometimes flicking the point of his tongue at the tight muscle.

"Oh Draco! I need you inside me! Oh please!"

Draco released his arse cheeks and kissed one. "Since you asked so sweetly." Harry felt the spell lube him-a strange sensation in itself-and readied himself for the intrusion of Draco's cock.

At first he thought Draco might prepare him with his fingers as he'd read before, but that large something at his entrance was definitely not a finger. And it was pushing, forcing its way through the furled membrane. It began to hurt as it stretched him and he clenched without meaning to. "Relax for me, Harry. Take me in."

The words helped, and Harry opened. Draco's dick slid in, breaching him with a hot burn. He clenched his teeth and reared up, taking it as Draco screwed forward. He didn't stop until he was fully seated. A kiss graced his back between the shoulder blades. "All right, Harry?"

"Yeah. Just takes getting used to. It feels thick. Full." Draco Malfoy had his cock up his arse. And it never felt better.

"Can I thrust?"

Harry moaned. "Please."

Draco didn't hesitate. He pulled back and shoved in hard. Harry "oompfed" up the bed but when Draco did it again, Harry pushed his arse into it. That felt so marvelous! He was being fucked! By Malfoy! How great was that?

Draco changed angles, did it again, and a whole world exploded in Harry's senses. Something deep inside him responded to the slide of Draco's flesh. Something that sent radiating pulses of pleasure rippling through him. Then Draco hit that spot again.

Harry came, shouting.

Draco thrust in earnest, snapping his hips forward, his thighs slapping Harry's arse. After coming, Harry's whole body felt extremely sensitive and the pounding his arse received was only heightening the vestiges of his orgasm. He felt his dick start to harden again even as his anus clenched in its last aching throes. And it was then that Draco came hard, digging his fingers into Harry's hips, shoving and shoving his cock deeply, crying out a half-shout, half-groan. His body collapsed onto Harry's back and his cock snapped free. Hot cum dribbled from Harry's hole, trickling down his thigh. Brilliant.

Neither of them said anything. Neither of them could. It took a while until Draco's weight slid over and fell beside him. Harry missed that weight and warmth. He turned his head and saw Draco's face, sheened with sweat, his hair in disarray almost as bad as Harry's, and a smile that put a sunny day to shame. "Now that's what I call a shag," drawled his lover.

Harry grinned back at him. "Too right."

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry quickly and lay back again. "So, Potter. Now that you tasted it both ways, which do you prefer: bottom or top?"

"Mmm. Don't know. Rather liked this last bit. But...reckon if I had to choose I really liked topping. What about you?"

"I'm fairly ambidextrous. But I suppose all in all, I prefer to bottom. For the right top, that is."

Harry wanted to ask And who is that? but he was afraid the answer might not be him.

* * *

They continued this way for the next few days, taking their time in the mornings for a long, leisurely shag and lying back and either talking or just touching.

Harry liked awakening to the smell of Draco. Usually they'd sleep with the blonde's back curled up against Harry's chest and Harry's nose would be buried at the nape of the Slytherin's neck. If he awoke first, he'd begin kissing Draco there and his lover would start to writhe against Harry and make soft mewling noises, especially if Harry changed from kissing to little licks. He learned that Draco liked waking up that way.

But Draco also seemed to learn that if he awoke first, Harry liked being awakened by a gentle hand stroking his lethargic cock until it was semi-hard in the Slytherin's hand. Either way, they'd soon roll over to face each other and indulge in some award-winning snogging. Draco liked to kiss. So did Harry. He also liked to touch and Harry liked being touched.

"Why do you get so angry when someone calls you a ferret?" asked Harry on Thursday morning, stroking the blond head.

He felt Draco stiffen beside him and he drew the blankets from his lap to his chest. "How would you like being called that?"

"I've been called lots of things. Most of them by you. But I never go mental like that."

Draco fumed for a few moments and Harry was afraid he'd gone too far. Maybe they shouldn't talk about themselves anymore. But he really wanted to know Draco better. Maybe soothe that hurt and that lost look he sometimes saw in his eyes.

"Try to imagine, if you will," he said stiffly, teeth clenched, "being transformed into an animal against your will."

Harry considered. It had been pretty funny at the time. That's because Malfoy was being his usual prick self. Course that was four years ago. And a very evil wizard who hated Malfoys and who was disguised as a trusted teacher had done it. Harry understood it now as merely a matter of perspective. Suppose someone had turned him into a pig or a toad. He didn't think it would have been very funny either.

He reached for Draco's hand clenched over the blanket and grasped it. "I see your point. I'm very sorry."

Draco calmed and then turned toward Harry. "You are, aren't you? I mean you're not just saying that."

"Yeah. I am sorry. I don't want anything to hurt you, in the past or the future."

Draco studied his lover's face. A brow quirked upward. "We've both changed."

He held Draco's hand and smiled. "An understatement, Malfoy."

They decided to go downstairs that night and dance with the others. After all, Harry had spent all that money to come to the White Party, Draco pointed out. No use wasting it.

But as Harry took Draco's hand and they wended their way to the floor, Harry knew it hadn't been wasted.

They danced. Harry wasn't very good at it, but he didn't have to do much more than bounce up and down. Except the music changed and the lights darkened and the DJ said that everyone needed a partner for the slower dance. Harry stopped and stared at Draco. The blond merely blinked at him and moved in closer, taking Harry's left hand. He lifted it to his lips, kissed his palm, and placed it on his shoulder. "I'll lead, Potter. You look like you could use someone helping you."

Harry stuck his tongue out at him but Draco swooped down and sucked it into his mouth. And suddenly, they were kissing and slow dancing. Except for that one time at the Yule Ball, Harry had never danced before. He really hadn't wanted to dance and especially with Pavarti. But this. This was different.

When the kiss ended, Harry drew back. His face was mere inches from Draco's and he couldn't help but gaze into the Slytherin's eyes. "I remember seeing you in your dress robes at the Yule Ball," said Harry breathlessly.

Draco never broke off his concentrated gaze. "I remember you, too. That's why I offered to lead."

Harry ignored the remark. "I couldn't take my eyes off of you even then. But I didn't know why at the time."

"Didn't you? I did."

"You knew you were gay back then?"

"Yes. And I watched you, too. And I knew why."

Harry's face felt hot. After all they'd done together, Harry wondered why he still blushed. "You...you wanted me then?"

"Not exactly."

"Draco. One of our nights when we...when you shagged me, you called me 'Potter' and said it was part of a fantasy. Was I part of your fantasies back then?"

It was Draco's turn to blush. He pressed his pink lips together and whirled Harry around the floor.

Harry smiled. "Come on, Draco. Tell me. I was your fantasy boy, wasn't I?" He waggled his brows at him.

Draco wasn't having any of it. He tried to do some complicated turns with Harry, but Harry's feet couldn't keep up.

Draco snorted disgustedly. "Well none of them involved dancing, I can tell you that."

But Harry stopped talking, because it was quite the remarkable feeling being in Draco's arms under all the lights and the darkness, feeling his sure hand at the small of his back guiding him across the floor to the music. It was almost like being in one of those Muggle films that Aunt Petunia was always watching on the telly. One of those old black and white ones with that dancing couple. Draco's posture was like that man and his skill at it went unparalleled, though Harry was no judge of these things. He moved closer until their bodies touched and it seemed natural to lay his head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco inhaled a shaky breath and Harry vaguely wondered if he was tiring of dancing. But just as that thought crossed his mind, Draco's hands tightened where he touched Harry. He made a satisfied sound deep in his chest.

"This feels nice," they said at the same time. They chuckled, still at the same time.

But soon the music changed again to a faster pace and Draco looked at Harry with the same thought. He took his hand and they left the floor and headed for the lifts.


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