Harry couldn't believe Sunday had arrived. He had wanted the week to go on and never end. But now that it was Sunday, he knew that he and Draco would soon be parting. He couldn't hope that the Slytherin would want to continue their romance, if that's what it was. Homosexuality and politics didn't mix, and Draco was all about how things appeared.

Harry couldn't care less if he had some crap job. As long as he was happy doing it. Maybe he could get by on being the vanquisher of Voldemort-even a gay vanquisher-but it seemed far emptier without Draco being there with him.

You're an idiot, Potter. What have you gone and done? You knew better than to let your feelings get out of control. You knew it was Draco Malfoy, for pity's sake.

He lay awake while Draco snored softly beside him. The sun had risen and Harry wondered if he should just leave and write a nice note. That wouldn't be quite the politest thing to do, but it would be less heart-rending.

Because he was reluctant to admit even to himself, that he was in love with Draco Malfoy. Can you really fall in love in only a week? But maybe it had been longer. Draco admitted to his early attraction to Harry. Well, sort of admitted it. Perhaps under all that animosity there were the seeds of attraction within Harry, too. He was sure Hermione would have something to say about that, trotting out some psychological theory or other. Harry didn't care. All he knew was that by the end of the day they would be saying good-bye to one another with little likelihood of seeing each other again. The ongoing saga of the Crap Life of Harry Potter.

Draco stirred, his hand groping on the pillow for Harry.

Well, Harry decided, if he only had a few hours left, he might as well make the best of it. He slid within Draco's grasp and was pulled toward the Slytherin. Draco was very warm and Harry felt a bittersweet sensation in the pit of his stomach. "Morning, Draco," he said softly into the blond hair.

"Mmmm."

He kissed the top of Draco's head. Draco rooted at Harry's chin, fishing for more kisses. Harry obliged by pressing his lips to the sweet-smelling hair again. "How long did you want to stay in bed? I mean, when were you planning on leaving?"

Draco stopped his movements and drew back, snapping open his eyes. "You're in an awful hurry to be rid of me."

"It's nothing like that. I just want to know when to pack and...stuff."

Draco yawned and shrugged. "Maybe by noon. What difference does it make? You're Flooing aren't you? Or are you traveling by one of those scary Muggle flying machines?"

"No. I'm Flooing."

"Then snuggle down, Potter. Later I have one more place to take you."

Harry allowed Draco to drag him back down. They wrapped limbs around one another, kissing the soft places their faces found. As Harry nibbled at Draco's throat, he realized he knew so little about the boy. Of course he'd been to Draco's trial and heard all the testimony. He knew what had happened in their sixth year, but really not much else.

"Draco," he said against the blonde's skin.

"Mmmm." Draco was nibbling at Harry's forehead and hair.

"Tell me what it was like growing up in your house."

Draco pulled back and looked at him. "Pardon?"

"I'm just wondering what it was like for you growing up at the Manor. You know. Life with the Malfoys."

His eyes narrowed. Harry could see that clearly even without his glasses. "And why would you want to know that?"

"Because I don't know anything about you. And I think after this week that it might be nice to know something other than how your cock tastes."

Draco smiled. "Oh." He sat back against the pillows. The morning light glowed his pale bare shoulders with golden light. Harry wanted to lean over and lick them, but he had decided on this other course and would not interrupt his lover. Soon to be "ex"-lover, he supposed.

"Mother and Father are amazing, really. They know everyone worth knowing. They throw these elaborate parties. It's a great life. I had everything I wanted growing up."

"Did you ever want brothers or sisters?"

"Oh no. I wasn't lonely. I had plenty to do. Plenty of friends. And house elves."

"And your family had everything."

"Yes."

"Then why-" Harry folded his arms over his chest. He wanted to ask but he didn't know how Draco would take it. He decided to ask anyway. "Then why did they follow Voldemort? If they had everything, what more did they need?"

"There are some things, Harry, you will never understand."

He jostled to look at Draco, squinting at him without his glasses. "But I'm trying to. If Lucius Malfoy had all he wanted-money, position, power-then why subjugate himself to some other wizard?"

"It's about absolute power, Harry. Haven't you ever imagined it? Do anything--and I mean anything you want to anyone you want. Be anything."

"But we're already wizards. And he already had power. When is enough not enough?"

"I told you. You wouldn't understand."

"You're damned right I don't." Harry knew it was a mistake to get into a lather over it but he couldn't help it. The Malfoys always got under his skin. Definitely unresolved issues. There was that little matter of Draco's father trying to kill him. "It's stupid that much power. Look what it did to Voldemort-and it's bloody well time for you to be able to say it, don't you think? He wasn't even human in the end. Is that what you wanted for your father?"

"NO! Of course not! I didn't want him to be like that. I didn't want him to get deeper into it. But once you're in you're in. Never mind that it starts to look crazier and crazier to you." He rubbed his left forearm. "I'm sure my father didn't realize the cost, but once he was in it-"

"Just kill the Half-Blood Harry Potter because he's in the way of the Dark Lord's plans. Yeah. I know all about being 'in' it."

Draco froze and stared at Harry.

"And I also know you didn't much care for me," Harry continued. "You might have had fantasies but it didn't stop you from being a terror, now did it? Rita Skeeter. Umbridge. The Vanishing Cabinets. The time you almost Crucioed me-"

"And then the time you cut me to ribbons! Or did you forget that!"

Harry paused. The thought of that moment still made him ill. "That was a mistake," he said quietly. "I didn't know the spell would do that. It just said it was for one's enemies. I thought it would be something like Fred and George might pull. I didn't know Snape had made it up."

"Didn't make it hurt any less, though."

Harry darted his eyes toward Draco's body. He'd never seen any scarring from that-thank goodness. Snape's immediate ministrations had seen to that.

"And I'm sorry for doing it. But there comes a point when you must have looked at everything, at the sacrifices your family was making, and decided that it wasn't good for any of you."

"Don't you think we did that! But it was too late!" Draco threw the covers aside and got up. "I'm not doing this. I'm taking a shower."

Harry lay back and scowled. What had he been thinking? Had he thought he and Draco had a chance together? How could they when their life views were so opposite? Maybe Harry should just go.

He glanced up at the closed bathroom door. Damn. He had wanted to shag Draco one last time. Despite everything, he still loved him. Still felt something. Even if Draco didn't, couldn't.

"I'm just a Half-Blood, after all. That's never going to change." He sighed and decided to wait for Draco. That would be the gentlemanly thing.

A few minutes later, Draco emerged wrapped in a silk dressing gown, clean and with wet hair. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Harry. "Look. I don't know what to say to you about all that. That was a different time. My father got caught up in it. I'm not making excuses for him or me. I believed it at one time. But I'm very glad it's over and I'm also very glad he didn't kill you. I was glad then and I'm especially glad now. So...can we not talk about it?"

Harry was taken aback. He never expected Draco to have that sort of attitude. He didn't seem evil anymore. Of course, would Harry want someone evil?

"We're both eighteen. I guess we've both matured," he conceded.

"I certainly hope so. Now. Are you still interested in going on a little trip today? I'll understand if you want to just...go."

"You still want to take me?"

Draco lowered his eyes to his lap. His light lashes covered his eyes. Long fingers twined the hem of his dressing gown. "Yes. I think you'll like it."

There was that lost look again Harry found so endearing. Why couldn't the man let Harry stay mad at him? It would be easier to leave then.

"Okay. Let me shower and we'll go."

* * *

They Apparated to a secluded place somewhere along the shoreline. It was a private lagoon of turquoise water, white sand, and overhanging palm trees.

Harry looked around and smiled. "It's beautiful. But I didn't bring my suit."

Draco tisked. "Harry. We don't need suits."

Harry watched as Draco began to strip. He saw where this was going and eagerly tore off his own clothes. Draco took a run toward the water, and in his state of undress, Harry found it a delightful sight of jiggling flesh and dimpled arse cheeks.

Gracefully, Draco dove in. He was like a pale fish, arcing upward until his head broke the surface. He whipped his head to get his wet hair out of his eyes and turned to look at Harry. "It's warm. Coming in? Or do you just plan to stand there and look gorgeous?"

Draco had never said anything like that to Harry before. He had showered Harry with many compliments about particular parts of his body but never an out and out flattering remark as he just offered. Blushing yet again, Harry made a run and jumped in, not nearly as elegantly as Draco.

He came up out of the water and looked at Draco with a smile. Draco was beaming at him. "I like watching you run," he said, swimming into Harry's arms.

Harry folded his arms around him. "Oh? What did it look like?"

"It looked like the sexiest thing ever. Your cock, Mr. Potter, looks good cumming and going." He nipped Harry's lips before delivering a kiss.

Harry laughed into the kiss. It was fun to float in the warm, salty water with a naked Draco bobbing against him. He kissed Draco and the small pecks turned into something deeper. "Draco," he said hoarsely. "Do you want to swim or do you want to fuck?"

"Both," he said to his lips. He kissed Harry again and, lifting his legs, he wrapped them around Harry's waist. It brought his cock sliding against Harry's. But more importantly, it raised his hole to cock height. He pressed soft kisses to Harry's lips and whispered in between, "Fuck me, Harry. Now. I want to feel you inside."

Harry grunted an answer and wandlessly cast the lubrication charm. He hitched Draco a bit higher before blindly aiming his dick at the Slytherin's entrance. They both knew each other's body's well now. It seemed that he could locate Draco's hole in pitch black darkness in one go.

He poked the furled flesh and shoved, breaching the muscle. Draco made an "ah!" sound and pushed down at Harry, clenching his legs tighter around his back. "Oh Harry! I love being fucked by you!"

The last words he spoke before he threw his head back and moaned. Harry jabbed into him, pulling the blond tightly against his chest. He could feel the drumming heartbeat of his lover. He kissed and suckled the arching neck presented before him, tasting skin and salt water. Harry gloried in the feeling of Draco's tightness, his writhing body, his arse sliding up and down his thighs. If this wasn't heaven, what was? Harry tried to dismiss the gloomy thoughts rising in his head: that this was the last time they would make love, that Draco's kisses didn't mean what they seemed to mean, that Harry was a fool to fall in love with the first man, the very worst man to choose. He wanted only to feel.

What's wrong with me? Just fuck him, Harry. That's what we both want.

But even as his cock burrowed deeper into Draco, he couldn't do it with anything but tenderness. He had to kiss him, had to caress his bottom spread so wide beneath his hands. He's mine, he thought, not caring anymore. At least for now, he's mine.

Harry rocked his body and pumped his cock in and out of his lover. Draco clawed at his neck, humping his own cock against Harry's belly. He seemed incoherent with lust, and only muttered sounds and moans. One deep frot against Harry and he came, ropy strings of white gathering in clusters in the waves and washing away.

Harry watched every moment of it, watched his lover's prick throb out its orgasm and then deflate. But Harry wasn't done. He pushed into Draco slowly but deeply, the urgent need rising in his gut, curling around his insides and pushing forward until it shot from his cock deeply into Draco with short staccato thrusts. He emptied himself and clutched Draco to him, feeling the last moments of that pulsating anus milking him dry.

He slipped free and swam backwards onto his back, smiling languidly at his lover. They floated without saying anything for a long time. They swam playfully for a while and then dragged themselves to shore and lay naked on the warm sand, letting the sun bake them dry.

Hours might have past when Harry awoke. He looked over at Draco who was awake and sitting up, his arms on his knees and the most amazing view of his cock and sac lying quietly between his legs, balls nestled in the sand. Harry sat up. The whole side of his face was covered in dried sand, but Draco waved his wand and cleaned him.

"Is it time to go?"

"It's getting late," said Draco.

Harry nodded and reached for his clothes. They side-alonged back to the hotel and wordlessly returned to Draco's room. They each packed and rode the lift-still in silence-down to the lobby, where Draco took care of the bill. They shared a taxi to the Floo point and dragged their bags inside.

"Well Malfoy," said Harry, mustering that Gryffindor courage. "I guess this is it. Thanks for a wonderful time. I hope all goes well for you. I'll be looking for the next Ministry candidate in the papers." He put his hand out to shake.

Draco glared at him and then down at his hand. Sullenly, he reached forward and shook it. "Yeah. I suppose the antics of Harry Potter will show up in the Prophet from time to time."

"No doubt." He gave a brave smile. "After you, Draco. You can go first." He gestured toward the hearth.

Draco looked at the fireplace, then back at Harry, before scowling. "See you, Potter." He turned his back, stepped into the fireplace with his fist of Floo powder, and tossed it down. "Malfoy Manor!" And in a whoosh of green flames, he was gone.

Harry bit down on his lower lip and stared at the empty fireplace. "And that is that," he sighed. He stepped in with his own Floo powder and whisked himself to his London flat.

* * *

A week went by. Two. Harry tried to get on with his life. He had a career to consider. Hermione and Ron visited all the time and Ron's suggestion that he design his own line of racing brooms was sounding better and better to him. Hermione had supplied him with plenty of books on the subject and even Ron was interested in research for once.

"You know, mate," Ron had said only last night when the three of them got together at his flat. "Maybe we can go into business together. I might fancy working on spells for racing brooms. We could have a couple of lines. A school line and a professional line."

"That's a great idea, Ron." Harry was happy to be excited about something for a change. Hermione beamed at them. "Actually, the three of us can go into business. Hermione is definitely the brains behind the operation."

"Really?" she said, sounding excited herself. "I haven't really thought about it. I thought I'd go into something in the Ministry."

"This could be a sideline. Think about it."

They had discussed it long into the night. Hermione drew up a business plan with yearly projections and Ron made a list of the most promising spells and materials. It looked like a great venture. Too bad his heart couldn't quite catch up yet.

But that was last night. Today he was looking out the window at a grey sky that reminded him too much of a particular someone's eyes. He thought he might get at least an owl from Draco saying "hi", but there had been nothing. It was like Harry didn't exist.

"I guess it was just the holiday atmosphere." He sighed. He shouldn't complain. He supposed he got his money's worth.

The door bell rang and Harry walked through the foyer to answer it. He pulled the door open and froze.

"So I said to myself," said Draco, looking as handsome as when Harry left him, except for that scowl he was wearing. "I said, 'Draco', are you that bad at reading people? Here I was thinking that Potter gave a damn. But I guess I was wrong.' I used every horrible epithet I could think of, demanding you do unspeakable things with hippogriffs. And then last night it occurred to me." He rose up onto the top step and squared with Harry. "Were you just doing some stupid noble thing and not declaring your love for me? Or do you really not feel anything? Because as it happens, as strange at it may be...I seem to be in love with you. And I think I deserve to be your boyfriend at the very least."

Harry's jaw dropped.

"Look, Potter. Are you going to let me in?" He didn't wait for an answer. He pushed past Harry and stomped through his foyer into the lounge.

Harry stood stunned at the door and it was only when he heard Draco messing about with something in the lounge that he closed the door and followed him.

Draco was fixing himself a drink. He grabbed the glass and knocked it back, licking his lips. He grabbed the bottle again and poured another.

Harry slowly approached and stood behind him.

"You see, I waited and waited for an owl from you," said Draco in an unsteady voice. He sipped the drink more slowly this time. "And then I thought that maybe you were too busy. But then I thought, no. That's just rude." He whirled to face Harry. "So which is it? Rude or noble?"

Harry gazed at Draco for a long time. Slowly, he reached for the glass, plucked it out of his hand, and set it back on the bar. He took Draco's face in his hands and smiled into it before he kissed him with as much gentleness as he could muster. "It's love," he whispered to his lips. Draco sighed deeply and fell forward, his mouth clamped to Harry's and Harry's arms clasped firmly around him.

They kissed, mouths hungrily devouring the other. Harry trailed his hands through silky blond hair, and Draco's hands pinched and squeezed Harry's bottom. "I can't believe this," Harry whispered, his lips still entwined with Draco's. "We're in love?"

"I know," said Draco, sliding his lips up Harry's cheek. "Insane, isn't it? How will I ever tell my parents?"

"Do you have to?" Harry said, only half-joking.

Draco rubbed his cheek against Harry's. "Oh my God, I love you."

Harry's heart drummed in his chest. Draco loved him! This was amazing! He took his lips again in a burning kiss, pouring all of his emotions into it. Their tongues licked and slithered; their lips crushed and slipped. Finally, breathlessly, Harry pulled back. Draco's eyes were closed and his pink lips were moist and swollen. Harry kissed his eyelids. How could he love someone like Malfoy so much? After the week they spent together, how could he not?

Their twin erections pressed together and Harry looked down between their bodies. "So. Um...about those fantasies concerning me, Malfoy."

Draco blushed. It seemed to be the only thing that could do it. "Okay," he said timidly. "It involved that damned Gryffindor scarf of yours and a school desk."

"Oh really? Accio Gryffindor scarf!"

Something whirred through the air down the stairs and Harry put out his hand and grabbed it. He pulled his wand. Looking at the big desk in the corner he transfigured it to look something like the school desks at Hogwarts. "That more like it?" he asked, turning to Draco who was still red in the face.

"Er...yeah."

Harry held the scarf with a feral look in his eye. "Well, Draco? Now what?"

Draco swallowed loudly. "Um...you tie my wrists together with the scarf. Then you s-strip off my trousers, and then you...uh...bend me over the desk."

Harry grinned. "And then what?"

The old sneer was back on Draco's face. "What do you think, Potter? You fuck me, that's what!"

"Oh. Just making sure. Maybe you wanted me to insist you do potions or something."

"Idiot," he muttered.

Harry approached and kissed Draco. "So. You want to play?"

Draco's breath hitched. "Okay," he said in an unsteady voice.

"Put your wrists together, Malfoy."

Draco was breathing so hard Harry thought he might pass out. He supposed it wasn't every day that one got their fondest sexual fantasy fulfilled.

He tied the scarf tightly around his wrists and decided to give Draco his money's worth. "Get over here, Malfoy. You've been asking for this."

"Just what do you think you're doing, Potter?"

That was Draco playing, thought Harry. Even though that sneering voice was still unsteady, it sounded all too familiar. It wouldn't be hard to playact properly.

He dragged Draco to the desk. "Bend over it."

"I will not."

"Bend over it or you'll be sorry."

"Sod off, Gryffindor."

Harry smiled. He grabbed Draco and shoved him down. He reached around him and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down. He knelt and yanked them from off his feet and tossed them aside.

"What do you think you're doing? I'll tell McGonagall."

"Oh I doubt you'll be telling anyone, Malfoy." Harry curled his fingers into the waistband of Draco's underpants and yanked them down. Harry pushed the tail of his shirt up and out of the way. That white bottom that Harry so loved was now fully exposed, all perky and smooth and round. The pants fell to his ankles and Harry impatiently waved his wand at them and they vanished. He kicked Draco's legs apart.

That bum was so enticing. And he began to wonder if there might be more to the fantasy that Draco was too embarrassed to tell him or to ask for. Harry decided to experiment. He drew back his hand and spanked hard one round arse cheek. The sound made a loud crack in the silence.

Draco jerked upward with a yelp.

"Told you you'll be sorry." He reared back and spanked the other cheek. Both now had a bright red mark. Draco was panting and walking his legs wider. "You naughty boy, Malfoy. You like that."

"N-no I don't."

Harry spanked him again, this time slapping both cheeks down the middle of his crack. Draco pushed back involuntarily, raising his arse a little. Harry's hand caught the underside where it swelled from the back of his thigh, giving it a good, solid smack. Draco writhed. Harry repeated it several times, spanking randomly until Draco's arse was red and warm. When he was done, he kissed the back of Draco's neck and whispered to his ear, "Had enough?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm going to fuck you, Malfoy, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"I-I'll tell."

"You won't tell anyone. Do you want any of your mates to know that you were fucked by Harry Potter?"

Draco whimpered. Harry reached around and felt for his cock. Just as he suspected: it was as hard as a rock.

Harry used the lube spell and shucked his own trousers and pants. He stroked Draco's warm buttocks. "You're mine, Malfoy. Every bit of you. Especially this bit," and he dragged his thumb hard down the center of his crack, stopping at his pulsing anus and rubbing. "Say it, Draco. Say 'my hole belongs to Harry Potter.'"

"N-never!"

He spanked Draco again. Why hadn't he thought to do this while they were in school? He sure could have controlled the Slytherin then. "Say it, Draco."

Draco whimpered. "M-my h-hole belongs...to Harry Potter."

Harry leaned down and kissed the sore bottom. "That's right. And I'm taking it now." Harry bent his knees and placed his cock at Draco's entrance. He pushed roughly forward, sending Draco slamming up the desk. "Oh, sorry," he muttered.

"Don't worry," said Draco, raising his hips and opening his arse. Suddenly the way was more open, and Harry glided in. His balls rested against that white arse.

Draco sighed.

"I've filled you, Malfoy. See? You're mine. I'm going to fuck you now."

There was a keening moan beneath him. Harry nearly came from that alone. Instead, he waited, calming himself, and then he grasped Draco's hips and pulled out a bit. The groaning grew louder. He's such a bottom. Harry pushed back in, repeating his slow withdrawal and equally careful shove forward. He rocked in and out for a bit, but Draco's body was writhing beneath him. Harry laid his chest on his lover's back and reached around to grasp his cock. As he thrust in and out he stroked the flesh of Draco's dick up and down, pausing to finger his balls before resuming stroking.

Harry felt the cock harden further, felt it throb and jerk, and finally shoot his seed under the transfigured desk. His orgasm squeezed the moist heat of his anus, milking Harry's cock, and he unloaded into Draco, his balls wizening up in extreme pleasure. The tightness, the squeezing, Draco's warm arse and hot cum. All so brilliant! Harry lay his head down on the back of Draco's neck and sighed out the last of it, succumbing to the afterglow.

"Holy fuck, Harry!" Draco stirred beneath him, urging him up. He turned. Cum spattered his thighs and there was a red line across his belly where he had been pressed into the desk. His wrists were still tied together. "How did you know? That was perfect!"

Harry gave him a lazy smile. "You're a very naughty boy, Draco. That's how I know."

"And you aren't naughty at all?"

Harry's smile widened and he waggled his brows. "Maybe a little." Draco held up his wrists to be untied but Harry just grabbed them and pulled him away from the desk and toward the stairs. "Uh uh. I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."

Draco's confusion turned to smiles. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

"Well...." Harry led him to the stairs and helped him up the risers by tenderly cupping his warmed arse. "First, there will be another long shag session, then a leisurely lunch where we talk seriously about this boyfriend thing-of which I approve, by the way-" soothing that worried look on Draco's face. "And then another shag session. And then dinner. And then I suppose the rest of our lives. How does that sound?"

Draco reached back and kissed Harry, pulling on his lips. "I think that sounds spectacular."

"Thought so." They reached the top of the stairs and Harry steered him toward his bedroom. Before he closed the door, he waved his wand carelessly over his shoulder and locked the Floo.


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