* Hi all! I'm up in Maine, in the middle of nowhere with extremely limited internet access. Unfortunately, I don't have time to address everyone who reviewed. But I do appreciate every single comment! Here's the chapter some of you have been waiting for. I hope it's okay. I wasn't sure how much detail to include.
I probably won't be able to peek at this site again until Saturday. Enjoy!
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Pacing back and forth in front of a small cafe, Harry chewed on one of his nails. He looked at his watch, the one Draco insisted he needed. Harry hated to admit it, but it did come in handy. They were six minutes late.
Harry sighed and tried to keep calm.
They're just running behind, he told himself. Ron's never on time for anything.
"Oi, Harry!" he heard behind him.
He turned around to see Hermione and Ron walking toward him, waving. When they caught up to him, Hermione hugged Harry. Ron shook his hand and clapped him on the back instead. Harry understood why. Ever since he came out to them, Ron subtly kept a certain amount of distance between them. Ron probably wasn't even aware of it.
"So good to see you two," Harry smiled.
"You too Harry," Hermione grinned. "Well, where is he?" She didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"He's, um . . ." Harry stammered.
"Jeez, Mione, way to be subtle," Ron chided.
Hermione glanced around at the tables outside the cafe. There were two men sitting at tables alone. One appeared way too old for Harry, in her opinion. She peeked inside the picture window and saw two more. Her eyes went wide.
"I'm not sure I like this restaurant. Can we go somewhere else?"
"What? You've never eaten here," Ron pointed out.
"It doesn't look that clean," she made up an excuse.
"Oh, no. It is. I've eaten here several times," Harry assured her. "The shepherd's pie is to die for."
"Well, uh, Ron's been on a special diet lately. I don't think he can eat anything here." Hermione nudged Ron to go along with her. "Why don't you call your friend and have him meet us somewhere else?"
"What are you going on about, Mione? I'm not on a special diet," Ron said.
Hermione turned away from Harry and whispered to Ron, "Look inside. The blonde."
Ron looked in the window. "Bloody hell!"
"What?" Harry asked nervously.
"Malfoy's in there," Ron answered. "At least it looks like him."
"Ron, you moron. I was trying to get Harry away from here without letting on that Malfoy was here," Hermione complained.
"Guys, it's all right," Harry said.
"No, Harry. That's the last thing you need just when you're starting to get your life together," Hermione said.
"No, really, Hermione, it's fine." Harry opened the door to the restaurant.
"What are you doing? You're not going to talk to him, are you?" Ron asked, following.
Harry walked inside, with Ron and Hermione close behind, and approached Draco's table.
Draco calmly looked up for his menu. "You're late, Potter."
Stepping in front of Harry, Ron confronted Draco. "Too late for what, Malfoy? What are you up to now?"
Looking Ron in the eye, Draco clarified, "I said late, not too late." He glanced at his watch. "Nine minutes late."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Ron narrowed his eyes.
Draco directed his gaze toward Harry. "You didn't tell them."
By the gaping mouth Hermione was sporting, she had put the pieces together. Ron, however, hadn't even gotten the puzzle out of the box.
"Tell us what?" Ron demanded.
"Ron," Hermione tugged on his sleeve.
"You just stay away from Harry," Ron continued. "Why are you in a muggle cafe, anyway?"
"Ron," Hermione said again, more insistently.
"I didn't have a chance," Harry said to Draco. "Hermione saw you."
The four looked back and forth between one another for a moment.
Finally, Hermione spoke. "It's Malfoy we're supposed to be meeting, isn't it?"
"Please, sit down," Harry requested. "Let me explain." He and Hermione slowly sank into the nearest chairs, on either side of Draco. Ron remained standing.
Shaking his head, Ron protested. "Are you saying . . . Malfoy is . . . your . . . you and Malfoy?" It appeared to pain Ron to utter those words.
"Still sharp as ever I see, Weasley," Draco smirked.
"Ron, just sit down." Hermione pulled at Ron's arm until he sat. "Please don't make a scene."
"It's a long story. But, yes, Draco and I are together," Harry told them.
"But . . . he's Malfoy," Ron frowned.
"Have you forgotten everything he's done? He's a Deatheater. He was going to kill Dumbledore, Harry."
"And I almost killed him," Harry pointed out to Ron. "We've both done things, we've all done things we wish we could take back. The past is the past. Everything is different now."
"People don't change that much, Harry."
"Maybe he hasn't changed that much. Maybe we just never saw who he really was. Remember Snape. We were all convinced that he was working for Voldemort."
Draco turned slightly in his chair to face Hermione.
"So, Granger, how have you been?" he smirked. "Apparently, they're having a private conversation."
Hermione looked at him, taken aback that he was addressing her. "Apparently," she agreed.
"Don't you hate when people talk about you as if you're not sitting right there?" he said snidely.
She nodded, still uncomfortable with Draco's attention focused on her. Harry and Ron continued their counterpoint conversation, not particularly hearing the other's side.
Draco picked up his glass of water and took a sip, waiting for a lull in Harry and Ron's exchange.
"I'm in love with Harry," Draco said calmly.
Standing suddenly, Ron excused himself. "I need to use the loo."
Turning once again to Hermione, Draco snickered. "I suppose I shouldn't have blurted it out like that."
"Probably not," Hermione concurred.
"Well, on the plus side, Granger hasn't run off to hurl in the loo," Draco said to Harry. "Why haven't you?" he asked Hermione.
She looked at the boys in turn, trying to make sense of the situation. A waitress appeared while Hermione contemplated.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked cheerfully.
"We're going to need some more time," Harry said. That was the understatement of the century.
"No problem," she smiled. "Just wave when you're ready."
The server walked away, and by then, Hermione had had time to logically think things through.
"This is obviously not a joke. Even if it was, there must be some sort of connection, because the Malfoy I remember would never have gone along. I can't think of any logical reason for the two of you feigning a relationship. So, I'm forced to believe it. And, frankly, I haven't seen you this content in a long time. If you tell me it's because of him . . . I . . . I'll try to keep an open mind."
"I am still sitting here, Granger," Draco said, taking another sip of water. "You can talk to me. Ask me what you want to know."
"Why? Why Harry? What's changed?"
"Everything," he answered. "I never wanted to do half the things I did. If I'd had the bollocks when I was younger, we might have all been friends. But, no point crying over spilt milk. What matters now is that I'm living a life of my choosing. And, as fate would have it, Harry is still part of it."
Ron had walked up just in time to hear what Draco said.
The other three looked up at him expectantly. Hermione and Harry did, at least. Draco was convinced that Ron would take Hermione forcibly by the arm and lead her out of the cafe, never to speak to Harry again.
"I'm ready to listen," Ron said to everyone's surprise. He slowly sat down across from Draco. "I'm not saying I'll like it. In fact, I'll probably still hate the idea. But I'll listen to what you have to say Harry."
"Would it help if I excused myself so you can all talk behind my back?" Draco asked.
"No," Harry said at the same time Ron answered, "Yes."
Draco stood and offered to find their server. "Do you mind if I take the liberty of ordering for the table?"
Ron looked up at him, still sneering somewhat. "Yeah, fine. I don't think I'll have much of an appetite anyway."
"Not bloody likely," Hermione chuckled. "I've never known you to lose your appetite. Even when you had the flu."
Harry laughed, feeling a bit more relaxed. "Thanks, Draco." He said it casually, but his eyes showed more appreciation than his voice.
As soon as Draco was out of earshot, the questions came at Harry fast. Was he under some sort of spell? Was he completely bonkers? Was Malfoy under some sort of spell? How on Earth did they possibly hook up?
Hermione and Ron listened to Harry's story. He left out a few key pieces of information, such as where exactly they met, and how far their relationship had progressed. He didn't want to bombard them with too many details, too soon. Ron made a face every now and then, but Hermione remained passive. When Harry was finished with his and Draco's abbreviated story, he sat back in his seat and waited for the lectures.
Before either of them could say one word, the cheery server came by with a large tray of food, followed by Draco.
"I hope you were finished. I wasn't about to let all of you eat without me," Draco smirked.
The waitress put an assortment of sandwiches, plus a large order of fish and chips, in the middle of the table.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Fried food?"
"I thought we could all use a bit of comfort food after this meeting," Draco said sheepishly.
"Fuck, yeah," Ron said, grabbing a small plate and taking bits of everything. Hermione could only roll her eyes and cringe.
"So, Weasley, you realize that accepting my hospitality implies a favorable opinion of me, don't you?" Draco informed him.
"Yeah, well," Ron began, taking a bite of focaccia bread. "If you do anything to Harry, I'll hex your balls, turn you into a girl and Harry won't like you anymore," he laughed, happily putting a piece of fish in his mouth. Draco's own mouth dropped open slightly.
"He's joking," Hermione assured Draco. "He can't really do that."
"I could try," Ron smirked. "I bet I'd really fuck it up, too. Who knows how you'd end up."
"Unless your wand still backfires," Draco retorted.
Harry and Hermione laughed, recalling Ron's broken wand and several misdirected spells.
The four companions ate in relative silence for a time, each stealing furtive glances around the table. Hermione found herself unable to keep from studying Malfoy as he ate. She noticed that he would take a moment to watch Harry every so often. When he did, the right corner of his mouth would curl slightly, giving him a genuine expression of affection.
"So, you said you two met back up at work, Harry?" Hermione casually asked.
Before Harry could answer, Draco did. "Yes. The job really sucks, but it pays well," he snickered.
"And are you in customer service as well?" Hermione questioned Draco.
Draco couldn't help chuckling. "Is that what Harry called it? That's a good one. I'll have to remember that."
Ron and Hermione both frowned, not understanding what was so funny.
"Usually, it's something about getting fucked by the boss," Draco elaborated, trying to explain. He thought maybe they just didn't get porn humor.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Don't you like your job?"
"What's not to like?" Draco answered. "It is easier to be single in our business. But Harry and I will make it work."
"And exactly what business-"
"Draco bakes," Harry interrupted. Draco glared at him for a moment, realizing that Harry had been leaving out all sorts of key information to his friends. He wondered what else.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Draco is taking classes to become a pastry chef. He's very good." Harry boasted.
"Taking the whole gay thing a bit far, aren't you?" Ron joked.
"You think because I bake and like men, I'm not man enough? I'd wager I could still best you wand against wand."
"What's that-gay wizard humor? I get it," Ron smirked. "But I'd wager I could beat you to a bloody pulp, hand to hand."
The corner of Draco's mouth curled up. "Yes, I'll admit most likely you could. You've filled out quite nicely, I've noticed," he said and raised an eyebrow.
Ron's face turned a lovely shade of scarlet at the innuendo. He was left speechless, without a clever come back, still not entirely comfortable around openly gay men.
"He has, hasn't he?" Hermione grinned. "However, I think you should reserve judgement of his wand. He's become quite adept at using it."
"Hermione!" Ron was mortified. Harry couldn't help chortling.
He was pleased by the banter between his friends and his lover. Even if there was a little more bite to the exchanges between Draco and Ron. He wasn't naive enough to think they would magically become friends after one lunch date. But as poorly as the day started out, it was going much better than he expected. Harry supposed they'd all matured a lot over the past two years.
After finishing up their meal, Draco had surreptitiously paid the bill, garnering protests, but it was too late.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Hermione told him. "But, thank you."
Ron mumbled a thank you begrudgingly. He didn't want to be indebted to Malfoy, even for a simple lunch. But he made no fuss for Harry's sake. He truly hadn't seen Harry so happy as when the four of them were sitting down together sharing a meal and conversation.
"If I don't see you before you leave, have a lovely wedding," Draco said, and tried to excuse himself for errands. He held his hand out for Hermione first.
"You're not coming with Harry?" she asked. "We've accommodated for Harry to bring a guest."
Draco laughed. "That was before you knew the guest was me. I won't hold you to it."
"No, that wouldn't be right. Everyone else will be there with their significant others. You must come," Hermione insisted. She herself hated to attend events without Ron by her side.
Ron leaned toward her, "Maybe he doesn't want to come."
Truthfully, Draco didn't want to go to the wedding. It wasn't that he had anything against weddings, or even Ron and Hermione, at this point. However, he was fairly certain a great deal of the guests still held something against him.
"Please?" Harry said sweetly.
Sighing, Draco acquiesced. "All right. If you're sure I won't ruin it."
"As long as you don't try to," Ron quipped.
"I promise to be on my best behavior." Draco turned to Harry. "I should be back in a few hours. I have to get owl treats and a few special ingredients.
"Are you going to Diagon Alley? Can you pick up some butter beer?"
"Anything for you," Draco answered sarcastically. "Your flat or mine tonight?"
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance.
"Mine," Harry decided.
"All right, love." Draco leaned forward and unexpectedly kissed Harry. He made sure to linger long enough to make Ron and Hermione uncomfortable without being lewd. He stepped back and nodded to the pair, "Weasley, Granger."
Draco walked away quite pleased with himself. The shocked expressions on their faces were priceless. He resisted the urge to turn around for another look, and thus ruining the effect. He knew they were watching him.
"Okay, then," Ron said awkwardly.
"Sorry about that," Harry mumbled, equally awkward.
"Nothing to be sorry for," Hermione said, though she was clearly taken aback by Draco's somewhat passionate kiss. "He has changed. And clearly, his feelings for you are genuine. If not disconcerting," she added. "We're all staying at Molly and Arthur's the night before the wedding. You should come, too. Both of you."
Ron started to protest, but Hermione nudged him in the ribs.
"Oh, I don't know how well that would go over," Harry said.
"It would give the family time to get used to Malfoy being around before the wedding," Ron suggested. "They'd all love to see you, Harry."
"What about Ginny?"
"She'll be all right. You know she's got a new man, right? Some professional Quidditch player."
Harry shrugged. "Maybe. I'll talk to Draco about it. But ask your mum first."
The Golden Trio apparated to Harry's flat and chatted while sampling some of Draco's biscuits. They were impressed, particularly with the chocolate chips.
Ron and Hermione left before Draco returned to work on some last minute wedding details, and Harry agreed to owl them in regards to staying at the re-built Burrow. Harry was filled with mixed emotions. He was looking forward to seeing his two best friends finally get married, and to publicly acknowledging his relationship with Draco. But he was not looking forward to seeing the people who had sacrificed so much during the war. People he felt he had let down. The people he had been avoiding since then.
Harry and Draco arrived at the Burrow, or the Burrow Two as some had taken to calling it, at half eleven the day before the Big Day. Harry wasn't sure if he should knock or simply walk in as he used to, once upon a time.
Hermione had been keeping an eye out for them and opened the door before Harry could decide which to do.
"I'm so glad you came early." She pulled Harry into a hug. She then held her hand out gracelessly for Draco to shake.
Ever the gentleman, he took her hand and turned up toward his lips and kissed the back of it. She giggled at his dramatic chivalry. She could get used to this new Malfoy. And she could see what Harry saw in him.
"Ron and I are the only ones here right now. Molly is shopping and everyone else will be here as they finish work. I'll show you to your room.
They followed Hermione up to the top floor where she showed them a small bedroom. Ron and her room was the only other room on that floor, along with a bathroom that joined them.
"Are you nervous?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine. Ron, on the other hand, is a wreck," she laughed.
"Really? Calm, cool and collected Ron?" he said sarcastically. "I can't imagine."
"We're off to get some wine and butter beer for tomorrow. Maybe when we get back, you could sit him down and do some shots of firewhiskey to soothe his nerves. Make yourselves at home. We'll be back in a bit." And she left them to their unpacking.
"So now what?" Draco asked, looking at his watch once they'd finished. "We got here too early."
Harry shrugged. "I don't know." He sat down on the bed.
Draco sat down next to him and grinned. "You know what's better than sex?" he quizzed Harry. "Sex in a hotel." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"This isn't a hotel."
"Next best thing." Draco ran a finger along Harry's jaw, down his neck and fingered the open collar of his shirt.
"Draco, this is Arthur and Molly's home."
"And Granger said to make ourselves at home. I can't think of a better way." Draco unbuttoned the top two buttons. "I'll even bottom for you," he said seductively.
"No you won't," Harry said in a sultry voice. "I want to feel that fat cock inside me." He parted his lips and kissed Draco, running his tongue along Draco's teeth.
"Happy to oblige," Draco murmured. "I knew you wanted it."
Hermione carried four towels upstairs to the bathroom that adjoined her room with Harry and Draco's room. She hung two towels on the back of her own door and was about to hang the other two on their door. She stopped when she heard a soft, rhythmic thumping sound, followed by a grunt.
The bathroom door was ajar, only about an inch, and Hermione moved her head to peek inside. Her mouth dropped open as she caught sight of Harry on the bed, lying on his back with his ankles resting on Draco's shoulders. They were both nude and Draco had himself buried deep into Harry's arse, thrusting in and out. Draco leaned down further to kiss Harry as his hips undulated at a steady pace.
Hermione had never seen two men having sex. She had never seen anyone else having sex, for that matter, not counting simulated sex in films. And she hadn't had any desire to do so before. Now, however, she found herself mesmerized by the raw power of the two young hardbodies.
Feeling ashamed for watching their intimate moment, yet unable to look away, Hermione's body began to respond to the sight. Her knickers dampened and the beat of her heart quickened. She saw Harry grab at his own erect cock and tug on it, causing Hermione's nipples to stiffen against the silky fabric of her bra.
Harry moaned as Draco spread his legs farther apart and buried himself deeper.
"Oh. Draco. Ah. That feels so good," Harry murmured.
With Harry's legs in the new position, Hermione could see her friend's impressive penis perfectly as he stroked it furiously. Her knickers dampened again. She knew it was very wrong, but her desire to see the shag session to its fruition was too strong.
"Potter, your arse is still so tight. I'm not going to be able to last much longer."
"I'm so close. Draco, please." Hermione wasn't quite sure what Harry was begging for.
Draco leaned back and lifted Harry's hips. After e few well-placed thrusts, Harry cried out.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" he whimpered. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yes, cum, love." Draco whispered.
"Mmmmnnngggg. Aaaahhhhhhh. Fuck. Oh, yeah," Harry moaned.
Hermione gasped as thick, white streams of cum shot out of Harry, spraying in all directions as he continued to pump his cock. She felt a tingly sensation in her lower belly, the way she did when Ron was about to make love to her.
"I'm gonna cum, too," Draco said breathlessly.
"Pull out. I want to watch." Harry grinned coming down from his own orgasm. "I want to taste."
Draco pulled his cock out and swiftly removed the condom he was wearing. Hermione's eyes went wide at the sight of his thick, hard member. She decided he wasn't all talk when it came to his 'wand'. She also vaguely noted that she found it odd for him to be wearing a condom.
Climbing on top of Harry and straddling his chest, Draco stroked himself until he came, dripping onto Harry's face and mouth. Not as vocal as Harry, Draco groaned and hummed as he did. He sat back down gently on Harry's belly.
Wiping off the excess cum from Harry's face, Draco kissed him deeply.
"I love you, Potter," he breathed.
"I love you," Harry answered.
Hermione let out a breathy sigh and Draco's eyes flashed to the bathroom door. Moving as quickly and quietly as possible, Hermione returned to her room to find Ron walking in.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Huh? Oh, I was . . . " she looked back toward the bathroom. "I was putting towels in the bath."
He gestured to the two towels still in her hands. "Did you forget to leave them?" he laughed.
"Oh." She looked down at them. Hermione dropped the towels to the floor and looked back up at Ron through hooded lids.
"Ron, I want you. Right now. I want you to fuck the hell out of me." Her voice was low and husky.
A huge goofy grin spread across Ron's face. "Okay." Hermione rarely initiated sex and he wasn't about to hesitate. He scooped her up in his strong arms and threw her onto the bed . . .