"Shit. Fuck. Malfoy."

"And it was all kisses and 'I love this, Draco' last night. Guess the party's over."

Harry sank back down and stared at the ceiling. Definitely not a dream. It was all coming back to him. How he'd drunk too much and how Malfoy was suddenly there trying to get him back to his room... And how Harry had come on to him. "Oh God."

Draco sighed disgustedly and sat up, propping himself on the pillows. "All right. Spare me. The shower's through there and then you can make a hasty exit. I mean, I'd leave but it's my bloody room."

Harry didn't move. Vaguely he wondered where his glasses were when they were suddenly shoved into his hands by his bed partner. Bed partner! "Er...Draco...."

"I said spare me, all right. I don't need to hear a lot of unnecessary platitudes. You were drunk. I took advantage of you. End of story."

"But you didn't take advantage of me. You were trying not to."

"Yeah? So what? You're still in Draco bloody Malfoy's bed."

"I didn't say-" Harry bucked up his courage and turned his head to look at Malfoy just dropping down to the pillow beside him. His ivory hair was messed and flyaway strands were bobbing in the breeze from the opened balcony. He had a little blond fuzz on his chin and upper lip and Harry thought it was strange suddenly to be so close to Malfoy as to notice he needed a shave. But then it didn't seem strange. Just a little...embarrassing.

Actually, he had to pee like a racehorse, but he realized he was starkers and didn't want to expose himself to Draco. Except that he remembered doing a lot more with the blond last night.

He crumpled the edge of the blanket with nervous fingers.

"Potter. Get up. I've seen it already."

"I know," he said petulantly. He still didn't want to parade in front of Draco. But he realized if he wasn't to embarrass himself further by peeing in the bed he had better get up and quickly. Without another word, he threw back the covers and launched from the bed, running for the loo.

After finishing his business, he looked around the enormous bathroom. He thought about grabbing a towel and covering himself but didn't want to look like a baby. Sullenly, he left the bathroom in the same naked state and returned to the bedroom. He stood uncertainly by the bed for a moment before sliding back under the covers.

Draco looked at him curiously. "Um...what are you doing, Potter?"

"Well, it didn't seem quite polite to just leave."

Draco huffed a laugh and muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like, "Gryffindors!"

Harry sat up and gathered his blanket-covered knees. Draco slowly sat up beside him. "I remember everything about last night," said Harry. "I was very drunk and you saved me from making a complete arse of myself downstairs."

"Can't have Wizarding royalty embarrass themselves in front of the Muggles, now can we?"

"I'm not Wizarding royalty."

"You might as well be. It's bad enough you're gay, you know."

Harry scowled. "What's wrong with being gay?"

"Nothing. It's just that people like their heroes unspoiled. Hetero is usually the way they prefer these things. After all, can you name me one hero from history who was gay, Muggle or Wizard?"

Harry considered this. He hated to admit it...

He slid his gaze to the tossled blond. Harry had thought he was attractive last night and strangely, he was of the same opinion this morning. "So...I never knew that you were gay. How did you...you know. Get your experience?"

Draco sighed and twined his fingers behind his head. "I used to go to gay clubs in London. Of course my parents thought they were just regular night clubs. They were amused that I was slumming in the Muggle part of town."

"You went to bed with Muggles? You?"

Draco rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. "Had to get experience somewhere. And I didn't fancy making a fool of myself with wizards just yet."

"Like me."

"Well, the only wizard you made a fool of yourself in front of was me...and I'm used to it." He gave Harry a smile that was a little mocking but had more playfulness than malice in it.

Harry grinned and turned away. "Yeah. I guess I have been making a fool of myself in front of you for a long time now. But last night...was really...nice."

"So you remember last night."

"Yes." He felt his face flush with heat but he looked up boldly at Draco. "It was really great. You were really great. I don't have any regrets, if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh." Draco seemed surprised at this. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "Well, truth be told...you were pretty good yourself, Potter."

Harry found that Gryffindor courage again and turned to face Draco. Draco lowered his hands from the back of his head and gazed back at Harry. "You know," said Harry, "last night, I was looking at your...your cock and I really wanted to suck it."

Draco's breath hitched and his gaze was now glued to Harry's. "You did?"

"Yeah." He took a deep breath. "And I still wouldn't mind doing it. Sucking your cock, I mean. I'd like to. Would...would that be all right?"

Draco stared into his eyes for a moment longer before lowering them. "You really want to?" he said to the covers. In that moment, Harry thought he sounded like a little boy.

"Yeah. Last night was only an appetizer. And I was pretty drunk. I know there's plenty of boys out there. But I know you. We know each other. Not like this. But maybe...we should have. Maybe everything would have been different if we'd known about the other."

"I know," said Draco.

"So do you want to? Keep on shagging? You didn't get to do me and I'd like to try that." Draco didn't answer and Harry's heart gave a painful pang. Shit. Maybe he had overestimated his appeal. Maybe Draco had just been horny last night and any bloke would have done. "Oh. I guess I didn't think. Just because I want to, doesn't mean you're interested in me. That's stupid." Harry clutched the bedclothes. What an idiot! Why was he always letting his heart dictate rather than his brain? Served him right. He started to throw back the covers to get up when Draco grasped his arm.

"Harry. Where are you going?"

"I thought-"

A hand snaked around his head and fastened on the back of his neck. He felt pressure to lower his face and Draco met him halfway, taking his lips in a searing kiss. Harry's head exploded in fireworks. This was good last night, but it was a hell of a lot better when sober! Draco's tongue caressed his palette, his teeth, and then his lips clamped warmly to Harry's. Harry didn't know when he'd grabbed Draco and pulled him into his arms, but he was embracing the other man, chest to chest. And the kiss-that marvelous kiss-went on and on. Harry tilted his head and suckled Draco's lips. Draco really did know this business of kissing and Harry suddenly couldn't recall ever hating him.

They pulled away but not very far. Lips still touching, Harry sighed. "Oh my God. I love kissing you."

"Harry...."

Their lips danced on the other with feather touches. Harry was very hard again and he truly did want to suck Draco's prick. He groped for the covers and drew them away, exposing the both of them. Harry looked down and Draco's dick was standing up proudly as it had last night. He knew he was gawking at it and heard Draco above him chuckle. "You really want to, don't you?"

Harry smiled up at him. "Yeah. All right?"

"I've never turned away a blowjob." Draco rolled over onto his back and placed his hands behind his head again, watching Harry.

Harry licked his lips and gave his own hard erection a pull. He wondered if he'd last longer than Draco. He slid down so that he was between Draco's legs, which the Slytherin opened accommodatingly. Harry lay down on his belly, his aching dick pressed into the mattress. Gingerly, he touched Draco's wrinkled bollocks. Draco heaved a sigh. His sac was dark pink with a fuzz of white blond hairs. Harry was suddenly fascinated by it. He'd never gotten a good look at anyone's balls this close before. The skin wrinkled more as he ran gentle fingers over it.

"I feel a little like a lab rat," said Draco. His voice wasn't completely steady.

Harry looked up his torso and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. I'll get right to it."

"No rush. I've just never had anyone this...interested...before, is all."

Harry looked down at the sac again. He really did want to explore everything, considering he'd never have the chance again with Draco. He reckoned after the morning's shag was over they would call it quits and he'd never likely see him again. This caused an ache of regret in Harry's chest, but he quickly shoved the feeling aside. If this was his only and last chance with Draco, then he wanted to enjoy it completely.

He scooted down and ran his fingertips over the sac again. He wanted to kiss it and so he leaned forward and did so. It seemed natural then, with his lips there, to lick it. So he stretched his tongue forward and licked a stripe up the tight sac to the base of his shaft. The hairs tickled his tongue but he did it again, getting a wriggle from Draco. He bet Draco liked that. It certainly made his own balls ache.

He gave the sac little licks, moving up to the shaft where he rested his lips. He felt the flesh throb beneath them like something alive. He kissed his way up Draco's cock and the blond groaned. "I'm not sure how to do this properly," he whispered to the side of Draco's erection.

"I'm sure you'll do-ah!-just fine."

Harry decided to allow instinct to lead him and he made a hard lick up the underside. The whole thing quivered under his tongue and the skin felt hot. He licked hard again and then licked the head, running his tongue all along the ridge, flicking it at the little slit that welled with pre-cum. The bitter taste suddenly stopped him and Harry allowed the flavour to roll around his mouth like a sommelier tasting the best vintage. It wasn't a great flavour but he knew he could get used to it.

He licked the head again before closing his mouth over it and sucking. Draco lifted his hips and made a gasping noise. Harry took that as more encouragement. He began licking all over the cock furiously, sometimes taking as much of it as he could into his mouth. He liked the way Draco's cock tasted. He liked the feel of it on his tongue and at the back of his throat. But mostly, he liked the reaction it was having on the Slytherin. Forget Imperious. If there was a way to get anyone into your power, surely this was it. He had a feeling he could get Draco to do anything about now.

Harry wrapped his hand around the base of the erection and sucked and sucked, closing his eyes into it. He felt Draco's fingers dragging into his hair, felt him writhing beneath him. Draco was about to come...in Harry's mouth! How cool was that?

Harry squeezed the base of his cock and sucked, teasing the head with his tongue. He felt Draco's balls contract, felt the cock throb and suddenly his mouth was full of warm liquid. It was a bit slimy and bitter, but Harry had committed himself to swallowing and so he did. A bit dribbled down the side of his mouth, but he didn't feel he did too badly for a first time.

He grimaced at the taste and tried to lick his mouth to get rid of the rest of it. "Was that okay?" he asked the blond when he'd come down from arching his back.

Draco panted and raised his head to look at Harry. "You don't look like you enjoyed the taste much."

"I'll get used to it."

"You do." He lay back again and sighed. "That was good, though."

"Thanks." Harry stayed where he was between Draco's legs. He watched the sac relax and droop down again. "Draco. Can I...can I shag you again?"

Draco smiled before he lifted his head and steadied those grey eyes on Harry. "If you want. Shall I use the lubrication spell?"

"Yeah. You'll have to teach me that one."

"Me, teach the Great Harry Potter a spell?"

Harry sighed and sat up. "I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"You really hate all the attention, don't you? What an idiot. You know what I'd do with fame like that?"

"You're different. You were raised to be the centre of attention. I was raised to be nothing."

Draco squinted at him and sat up on his elbows. "You can't mean those rumours are true?"

"Which particular rumours are you referring to?" Harry asked coolly, knowing full well what he meant.

"You know. The ones about your Muggle relatives. Kept you in a cupboard. Starved you. That sort of thing."

"Oh those. Yeah. They're true."

Draco's jaw dropped. "What? And you put up with it?"

"I didn't know I was a wizard. Look, do we really have to talk about this right now?" Harry grasped his cock again and squeezed the urgent ache away.

"No," said Draco, but he didn't sound as if he was finished questioning Harry. Harry supposed he could indulge the Slytherin afterwards. Before they said their good-byes.

Draco reached under his pillow for his wand. "Unguere."

Harry wondered where his own wand was, when he was gobsmacked again as Draco repositioned himself onto his stomach. He raised up on his knees and spread his thighs. Draco's white bum was on display and Harry was looking at his wide open and exposed hole again. Harry swallowed, tasting Draco's cum once more on his tongue. This was pretty spectacular. He didn't think he'd ever had a better experience than this. And it was with Draco Malfoy!

He reached up and closed a hand over each white cheek of Draco's arse. "God, Draco. You look really fantastic." Draco wiggled his bum in answer. Harry breathed hard. He traced a finger down the man's crack until he reached the pink, furled hole already wet with lube. Harry very gently stroked it and Draco moaned loudly. He pushed his bum into Harry's finger and the digit suddenly sunk in up to his first knuckle. Harry froze. His finger was buried in Draco's arse. Amazed but incredibly aroused, Harry pushed the finger in deeper. He thought about some of his readings and decided to locate Draco's prostate. He aimed downward and crooked his finger till he found a nodule.

Draco expelled a gasping breath. "Ha-a-a-r-r-y!"

Oh my. That must be it. Harry stroked it again and was similarly rewarded. This was fun. And hot! Draco was squeezing down with his arse on Harry's finger now. "Enough with the fingers, Harry. Fuck me! Now!"

Oh. Oh boy. That was certainly an invitation. Harry looked down at his stiff and straining erection and grabbed it in one hand. He used his other hand to steady himself on Draco's bum. He lined himself up and pressed his cockhead to the gasping little pucker. It was certainly wet enough and Harry pushed forward, amazed when it sunk in like his finger. He found a bit of resistance, though, as the strong muscle tried to expel him. Determinedly, he leaned forward, pushing harder and finally breached the hole, feeling the flesh suck around him. There was that marvelous feeling again. That incredible feeling of being cradled in hot wetness; tight. "So tight," he murmured, and sunk deeper until his pubes hit the opened arse cheeks.

"Oh yes," came the answering moan beneath him. Draco seemed to like it, too. "Fuck me, Harry," he encouraged. "Do it."

Harry obliged. He took hold of Draco's hips and slid gently out almost all the way before shoving back in. God! That was so great! Each inch of flesh seemed to be caressing him and squeezing him as he pushed in. And the harder he thrust, the better the feeling. He snapped his hips forward, pounding deeply into Draco now. Draco made little whimpering noises each time Harry slammed home. Draco lifted his hips into it, taking as much of Harry as Harry could give him. They were fucking again. Harry was fucking Draco Malfoy and he absolutely loved it!

He heard the slap, slap sound of someone fisting their cock, and realized that Draco must have gotten hard again and was taking care of himself even as Harry was jabbing into him. "Oh God." He was going to come. The sensations were building with explosive intensity. He felt it in the painful ache of his balls and a tightening coil in his belly. He thrust once, twice, the last time sinking so deep Draco fell forward, face into the pillow, arse high. Harry came, shouting, jabbing his hips deeper and deeper into Draco, his cock pulsating with each spurt of cum he shot high into his lover.

Draco was shouting, too, and he was rocking his hips, taking Harry's thrusts but thrusting his own hips forward as well. He came on the duvet beneath him, and Harry just held him there, his bum pressed hard against Harry's groin, his cock still deep inside. Breathing raggedly, Harry loosened his grip on Draco's hips. He used one hand to adjust his glasses which had gone askew, and then he used that hand to caress the bottom before him. Both cheeks were so smooth. Almost like marble. He didn't want to let go, but his knees were giving out. Finally, his softened dick simply slipped out of Draco along with a generous amount of Harry's cum, dribbling down Draco's thighs. He watched that transfixed for a moment, before his strength gave out and he tumbled to Draco's side.

Draco rolled over and looked at Harry. His fringe covered his eyes before he took a shaky finger to draw it out of the way. "Harry Potter. You are one hell of a shag."

Harry smiled. "So are you. That was great. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No. Not at all." Draco looked at Harry's face. "We really should have done this years ago."

"No kidding!" Draco's face was relaxed and happy. He'd never seen Draco like this. He really was attractive. "Um...look, Draco. I was wondering. Would you like to spend the...er...day with me? We could go to the beach or see the sights. Maybe go to lunch. What do you say?"

Draco's face darkened slightly. "You want to spend time with me?"

"Um...yeah. Get to know each other. I've never been to Bermuda before. Hell, I've never been anywhere before. And it would be fun going around with someone I know. You've probably been here loads of times."

"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't." He switched tactics after contemplating Harry's wary expression. "Okay, I have. I've been lots of places. If you really want to, we can go down to the beach. And have lunch. If you want to."

"I do. Shall we...bathe and dress?"

"You're my guest. You can have the shower first."

"Thanks." Harry rose from the bed, not at all ashamed of his nudity this time. He looked back at Draco looking thoroughly debauched in that large bed, and felt a little proud of himself.

He turned on the water in the huge glass shower enclosure and after laying his glasses on the counter, he stepped in. The water jets came from four separate shower heads: one above him, two on the side, and one behind. It was very invigorating. He just stood with eyes closed under the jets, until he felt hands dragging over his flanks. He startled for a second until he realized it was Draco.

"Hello, there," said a voice at his ear, tingling his spine pleasantly.

"Er...hi." He turned to face Draco and they embraced, face to face, the entire lengths of their bodies now in contact. Harry felt Draco's cock against his own. Harry's began to rise.

Draco leaned in and kissed him. The warm water washed over their faces as they kissed. This was wonderful. Harry's skin quivered at the contact of Draco's naked skin on him. He kissed back with all the emotions that were roiling around in his chest, feelings he wasn't quite certain of. But he loved the sensation of wrapping his arms around someone. No. Not just someone. Around Draco. And he loved Draco's arms encircling him.

They broke their kiss and Draco smiled at him. Slowly, he sunk to his knees and when Harry felt Draco's hands on his thighs he had only a moment to suck in a breath before that warm, wet mouth closed over his dick.

"OH!" He slumped against the shower wall and grabbed onto Draco's hair. "Oh fuck!" There was something unbelievable about a mouth surrounding your dick, Harry decided. The sheer naughtiness of it, for one. And Draco's supreme expertise, for another. His tongue slithered all over his cock, and then he'd suck it all with deep suction. Harry bent his knees and pushed his hips forward. He had wanted this. Oh yes. Almost as much as fucking Draco. This was...this was...

He never had time to complete the thought, because he was coming hard in Draco's mouth. He clutched his head and jabbed down his throat, fucking his face with deep thrusts. He emptied his balls and milked himself through those lips, that mouth that wouldn't stop sucking.

Finally, Draco was through and sat back, the water pelting his face and washing away any stray cum. "You taste fabulous." He rose to his feet, grabbed the soap cake, and began rubbing it in circles on Harry's chest.

Harry smiled lazily and gazed at him with blurry eyes. This was a great beginning to their day.

* * *

Once they finally left the shower and toweled off, they dressed again and hunted for Harry's wand which had somehow rolled under the bed. They retreated to Harry's room so he could put on his trunks, and then they went to the lift together to go down to the beach.

Harry felt very good today, and he kept looking over at Draco. On impulse, he grasped his hand and held it as they walked through the lobby. Draco stared at him, at their clasped hands, and then at Harry again. Harry didn't care. He couldn't imagine what Draco was thinking, but he had just wanted to hold his hand. It felt comfortable. It felt right.

When they got to the private beach, Draco still hadn't commented on it. They both found lounges and placed their towels on them. Harry transfigured his lenses dark again and whispered a sunscreen spell before lying down. He looked over at Draco who was flagging down a waiter. "Hair of the dog, Harry?"

Harry didn't know what he was talking about, but he let Draco order two Bloody Marys and a plate of chips.

"Breakfast of champions," said Draco.

Harry shrugged and lay back. This was nice. He and Draco. They were really getting on. Boy, were they! And not just the sex-which was remarkable-but just being together. Harry liked that best. He was having a marvelous time.

Just then, three shadows fell over him. He opened his eyes and saw Kyle. His face wore a hurt expression and he kept darting his eyes toward Draco. "What happened to you, Harry? We had a date."

"Er...I know. That was unspeakably rude of me. But it just looked as if the three of you were getting on fine on your own. And...well. The drugs. That just wasn't my thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, the man explained it," said Draco. "So there's no need to prolong this. Why don't you lot shove off."

"Oh," said Kyle, squaring on Draco. "The British against the Americans?"

"Whatever," said Draco, sounding bored. He waved his hand at them just like he waved to the waiters. "Go along now and play."

Kyle's shoulders tensed and Harry slipped his hand beneath his towel inching toward his wand. "Maybe I want to talk to Harry alone, asshole."

Unconcerned, Draco turned toward Harry. "Do you want to talk to these slags, Harry?"

"What the fuck did you call me?"

Draco's lids were lowered. "Sla-a-gs," he enunciated. "Too hard for you Yanks to pronounce?"

Kyle was in a proper fit now and Draco was much smaller than him. Harry grabbed his wand.

But Draco must have used a charm, because as soon as Kyle grabbed for him, he was thrown down on his backside. Draco hadn't looked as if he had moved a muscle. Harry was certain he hadn't.

Draco glared at the man on the ground. "That's your last warning, fuckwit."

Kyle glanced at his friends who quickly helped him to his feet. He looked as if he would lunge toward Draco again, but Max thought better of it and dragged him away.

"Bitch," murmured Draco.

Harry stared at him. He put his wand back under the towel. Had Draco just fought over him? Times sure have changed. Harry lay back and smiled.

Their drinks arrived and he could taste the strong alcohol under the spicy tomato juice. He stirred it with his celery stick. "Isn't this a little strong for breakfast?" he asked.

Draco sipped at his and lay back. "A growing boy must have his vegetables."

They lay side by side in the sun for several hours, until a rumbling in Harry's gut told him it was lunchtime. They'd only had Bloody Marys and some salty chips for breakfast. Harry mentioned lunch to Draco and the blond smiled. "Good idea," he said. "Want to go to the hotel restaurant or someplace else?"

"Don't care."

"I'm feeling lazy. Let's just go to the restaurant." They took their towels and sat under the umbrellas outside as Harry had done yesterday and he let Malfoy order for him again. Harry didn't mind. He didn't know much about gourmet food and wine. Only what Aunt Petunia called their "special dinners". Harry wasn't allowed to eat much of those anyway.

They ate and gazed out to the ocean. Harry felt very relaxed. He didn't so much as flick a lash toward the other handsome men at the other tables trying to catch his eye.

"You're getting tan," said Draco.

Harry looked down at his chest. "Yeah. You're not, though."

"I don't tan," he said, picking elegantly at his fish with his fork.

"So you've been here before?"

"Oh yes. My parents and I would go on holiday here many times. But this is my first White Party."

"I suppose I've been cramping your style."

"Not at all," he said politely. That was an odd tone. Harry wondered if Draco was bothered by being with Harry. By being stuck with him. He had certainly imposed himself on the Slytherin. It suddenly occurred to Harry that maybe Draco was only being polite about the whole thing and Harry's hanging around was just an annoyance to endure. After all, they didn't really know each other. They came from entirely different worlds, different sides of the war. What made Harry think that this was more than just a Slytherin's curiosity and the unique opportunity to shag the Boy-Who-Lived?

Harry picked at his plate and decided to do the gallant thing. He took a deep breath and nonchalantly said, "Well, I guess here's where we part company. You'll want to meet other men and so will I."

Draco froze, his wine glass halfway to his mouth. He looked at Harry over the rim of the glass and slowly drew it to his lips. After a moment he set it down. "If that's what you want."

"Oh, it's been fun. But I'm sure you want to get on with it. It's my first White Party, too."

"Yes. It's all about meeting lots of men, isn't it?" Did he say that snidely?

Harry gulped his wine and almost choked. "I suppose so. Here, Malfoy." Harry emptied his pockets and left money on the table. "I'm sure you can sort out the bill. Thanks for all this. You were really great."

Draco watched him get up with narrowed eyes. "Don't mention it," he said harshly.

Harry hurried away, afraid he'd do something stupid. His eyes burned, but he owed that to the sun.

Back in his room he sat on the bed, deflated, and wondered if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.


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