After redressing and a round of lazy snogging, Draco pulled back and said, "If you want to have me," he paused when Harry leaned forward to cover his neck in kisses, "for nearly two months I'm going to need time to tie up some loose ends."

Harry bit down hard enough to leave a mark on his pulse point. He didn't want any confusion about why Draco wouldn't be taking clients for two months. Or ever, if Harry had his way.

"Possessive brute."

Harry pulled off to look him in the eyes, "Draco," he said seriously, "you're a spoiled brat. If it ever comes to it, I'd wager you will be far more possessive over what's yours than I am."

Draco lifted an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, "We'll see," he said, and backed away.

Harry was still holding his forearm when he asked, "When will I see you again?"

"Soon," and with that he left the hall.

****

Late Sunday morning Harry pulled on his comfiest denims and searched for a t-shirt that wouldn't cause any arguments. It was always like this when he was planning to go to the Burrow. He had shirts from every major Quidditch team, and signed jerseys from several players, but he needed something neutral. With Ron's loyalty to the cannons and Ginny recently signing with Holyhead, Harry knew it would seem like he was choosing sides if he wore anything branded. Finally, he located a dark green shirt, with the word "Seeker" written across the chest in black cursive, and pulled that on. Once he was finished he scooped up Orion and headed through the floo.

It wasn't until 2 hours after arriving that Harry was able to get Ron alone. Brunch had finished and Hermione was discussing the merits of issuing Wizarding identification cards, similar to the Muggle world, with Bill, when Harry snuck out to the garden to ambush his best friend.

Harry stole Ron's lager and took a swig for himself, eyeing his friend suspiciously, and said, "Care to update me on your life, Ron?"

Ron blushed, shot a quick glance at Hermione through the window, and looked back at Harry.

So she told you, Harry thought, feeling a smug smile on his face.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Ron, still blushing slightly, tried for the upper hand, "I didn't think you'd be interested in the details of my bed, mate."

Harry chuckled, "Oh come off it! You could have told me plenty without giving the details!"

He smiled then, taking back his drink, "I didn't really know how to tell you. Hermione just brought her home one night."

"Wait," Harry said, his smile falling away, "she didn't ask you?"

"No. No, it's not like that. I mean-" he looked down and took a swallow of lager, "she said I was none to subtle when I'd seen Pansy in the office a week before that."

Harry hummed noncommittally.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Ron said, "I could have said no. Or, at least she'd of let me." He looked back up at Harry, "But let's be honest, there's no chance I could've, have you seen Pansy recently?"

Harry laughed at that and felt the tension relax. Indeed he had seen her, and it would take a stronger man -or a gay man- than any Harry knew to turn down the opportunity. "So you're happy?" he asked.

Ron grinned, "I reckon I'm lucky more than anything."

Harry gave him a fond smile and gripped his shoulder.

"So," Ron said, attempting casualness, and failing, "would you like to update me on your life?"

Harry shot his own glance at Hermione, who was now petting a content Orion in her lap while she talked with Bill, then looked back to Ron, "Did she tell you?"

"They both did. Wanted me to know why my services had been called upon," Ron's smile grew impossibly bigger. "You're welcome, by the way," he said.

Harry smirked, "You're welcome," he said dryly.

Ron shrugged, still smiling. "So did it work?" he asked.

Harry wasn't really sure how to answer that. He thought of Draco and the deal they had struck, "I think so," he said slowly.

Ron gave him a calculating look, one that, Harry suspected, was used during interrogations. "Has he kissed you?"

"Yes."

"More than?"

Harry blushed, cleared his throat, and took back Ron's lager.

"Yeah," Ron said, his smug tone causing Harry to look back up, "that's what I thought. Like I said, you're welcome.

Harry smiled.

****

Monday morning Harry sent a patronus to Dean and Seamus, letting them know he would be on site by 2. Normally he liked to show up early on Monday, to make sure everyone was starting on time and supply hangover potions when needed, but today was different. Today was June 5th. Today was Draco's birthday. And Harry wasn't willing to wait any longer for loose ends to be tied up. He tugged on the tight jeans from Pansy's shop, ran a glob of Sleekeazy’s through his hair, slipped on a black t-shirt.

He checked his reflection in the mirror then, using a sticking charm, stuck a bow onto his right pectoral. He looked down at Orion, he was threading himself between Harry's legs. "Stay here this time little buddy," he said the cat, "I promise to be back soon." With that, he headed through his door into the hallway and knocked on the door for the apartment next to his.

Draco answered and looked Harry over with slow hungry eyes, "Good morning."

"Happy Birthday."

Draco flicked the bow, lifted an eyebrow and drawled, "I hope you don't think you will get laid that easily.

Harry advanced. "No," he said easily, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist, Harry walked him backward, "I'm not the present," he kicked the door shut behind him, "just my mouth."

Harry sank to his knees and started undoing the front of Draco's trousers.