"Merlin," Draco said in a whisper, "you're trying to ruin my life."

Startled, Harry said, "No I'm not. What are you on about?"

Draco looked him over carefully, "I know it's not on purpose. You just don't know how to do anything without giving all of yourself."

"I do," Harry said, a bit petulantly, "I've had one offs."

"I can do this if you don't- I can't bury feelings for you if you keep-"

"Draco," Harry ran a hand up Draco's bicep, "I have a hard time imagining anything casual with you."

Draco pressed his thigh in between Harry's legs, "I can't have a boyfriend, my profession won't allow it," he said.

"Quit," he said easily. He could feel his cock getting hard, straining against his denims. He was still pressed against the wall in the hallway, and he was thankful to have something holding him up.

Draco smirked, slipping his hands under Harry's shirt, the touch of his hands was hot and needy and Harry was more than ready to give. "I'm sure," Draco said, "You're used to people doing what you ask, but why would I quit?"

"You have a new job soon. You can date me instead, use that to upset your father."

Draco leaned in to bite his earlobe, and said, "My new job isn't going to make having a relationship easy either. Don't you think you're moving a little fast with me?" then rolled his hips, pressing an impressive erection against Harry's thigh.

Harry groaned at the feeling, his own cock stiffening further from the contact. "I've known you for almost a decade," he said, looking at Draco's lips. "You're sending me severely mixed signals here," he said.

Draco pressed Harry into the wall and kissed him desperately, one hand at Harry's hip, encouraging his movements, the other hand carding through Harry's hair, and tugging gently at it. Harry's entire focus zeroed in on the kiss, and he felt his body melt into the solid man pressing into him. His magic spread out from his core wrapping around both of them, searching to interact with Draco's.

"I was trying to let you down easy, actually. Remind you, yet again, that you are trying to get involved with a death eater," Draco said between kisses, "but my body seems to be confused about the plan."

"I thought we agreed to just be us, not who we were during the war," Harry said as he slid his hands down to grope Draco's pert ass and rolled his hips, causing the blonde to gasp, "Maybe you're having trouble because you want this as much as I do."

Draco's magic was responding eagerly to his, and Harry knew he was right. Draco's words might be trying to stop him, but the message from his body and his magic was all to clear.

"I-" Draco moaned as Harry's teeth sank into his neck, "fuck- Potter if you don't stop I'm going to drag you to bed."

"Isn't that what we both want?"

Draco pulled back, leaving only his hand on Harry's chest, pinning Harry to the wall. He was breathing hard and seemed to be fighting his body for control. Finally, he looked at Harry, "I want to fuck you into a mattress. You actually want to date me. Me, Draco Malfoy," Draco sank back into him.

Harry wraps his arms around him. "Would it help to know that at this moment I will agree to just a shag?"

Draco broke into a grin, "You're offering to lie to me then?"

Harry smiled back at him, rolling his hips again to ease his painful erection, and keep Draco focused on what they both wanted. "Agree to come to the gala with me?"

Draco rested his forehead onto Harry's shoulder. "Why?"

"The gala is at the end of July. If you agree to go with me then you know you will be around for almost two months. You can shag me guilt free till then."

Draco looked up to meet his eye and asked, "You won't try to make this more serious?"

"I have to be your exclusive client," Harry replied, sidestepping the question. He was trying to hold himself together while staring into lust blown silver eyes, and smiled again as they narrowed.

"You've turned Slytherin."

"Thank you. Will you agree?"

Draco kissed him again, slow, sweet and purposeful, taking his time to lick into his mouth and slide his tongue against Harry's. When Draco started to rut against him Harry lost all notion of control, his hands wrapped around gripped the blonde's waist, pulling him in.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry panted the breathless words into the boys neck,"We are in the hallway."

Draco slipped a hand between them. "Your magic can hide us," he said, easily undoing the button of Harry's pants, then his own, and moved the boxers so that both of their cocks were against each other, skin on skin. Draco's long elegant fingers wrapped around them both and he began to pump his hand. Harry's mouth was captured for another kiss until he felt Draco's cum spill out of him and onto Harry's cock. It took almost nothing for Harry to cum then, his climax bursting forth, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Are you always this fast?" Harry asked, as the two of them leaned on each other catching their breath.

When Draco chuckled, Harry could feel it as much as hear it and it made him wrap his arms even tighter. "That was just to take the edge off," Draco whispered. "When I get you into a bedroom I'll make you beg for release."