Draco walked casually into the ice cream shop. He waited for Anna to give a quick nod, then locked the door behind himself.

It had been one month since the gala, one month since the Prophet ran a six-page expose on Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The article, Savior Selects a Snake, had sparked a month's worth of opinions from the public. During the public outrage, Draco and Harry had gone for ice cream, played with Orion, and shopped for a new flat near London's South Bank.

They were scheduled to sign the paperwork on the flat in two weeks. Part of Draco had wanted to wait for this moment until they had that paperwork signed. He just couldn't resist the date, September 1st. So, he conspired a plan with Anna who was happy to help. She wasn't originally happy, as she had -in her words- 'always expected I'd at least get to shag you before you two got to this part.' She had settled for the chance to run her fingers through Draco's hair and get a kiss on the cheek.

Draco held the small velvet box over the ice cream case and Anna grabbed it eagerly. She popped it into her apron and gave Draco a wink. "Don't worry, it's in good hands."

With that, he walked back to the Vista Apartments and waited for Harry to get back from work. Harry had told Draco he would come back early today because the rest of September would be unbearably busy. Between Draco's new job as an Unspeakable and Harry breaking ground at Malfoy Manor, they weren't going to have a lot of quality time together.

Draco spent half an hour teasing Orion with a charmed toy, strategically teaching him the perfect way to jump from the kitchen counter to the top of the fridge. Harry had forbidden him from training Orion anything, so naturally, Draco was trying to come up with the most annoying tricks possible. When he heard Harry walking down the hallway he jumped up and met him at the door. Nothing about the summer had cooled the effect Harry had on Draco, he wanted to touch and taste and feel every part of him as much now as he had when they were in school together. Harry’s magic drew him in like a magnet, wrapping around him in a pleasing hum.

“Hi love,” Harry manages to get the greeting out before he’s pushed against the closed door. Draco kisses him hungrily with fingers twisted into his hair. Every nerve ending sparks through Draco’s body and the moan torn from Harry’s throat goes straight to Draco’s cock.

Harry kisses him back greedy and possessive, pulling Draco closer. “I don’t know how I can miss you so much when I see you every day,” he says, his voice rough with desire, “but I’m starting to think it’s because of the way you greet me when I get home.”

“It’s a selfish act, I assure you,” Draco replied, reaching out to roughly tug on Harry’s shirt. “I want you before we go out.”

“We’re going out?” Harry looked down to watch Draco's fingers.

His Puddlemore shirt slid under Draco’s fingers, body taut and firm. “Mmhmm. Ice cream date.”

“What?”

“I said,” Draco moved forward and pressed his body against Harry's, “we have an ice cream date. Am I so much for you that you can’t focus,” He asked with a roll of his hips so the straining erection brushes against Harry’s own, “while my cock is pressed against you.”

“I would say that I am fully focused.”

Draco smiled brightly, “I think I’m going to take you right here.”

“Fuck,” the word came out from Harry as a soft whimper before he pulled Draco in for another kiss.

Harry’s mouth was hot and sweet like cherry red wine. He is just as demanding in kissing as he is with everything else, lips insistent and eager. His hands slid over Draco’s body and his fingers twisted the front of my shirt, tugging Draco close.

Draco vanished Harry's jeans and brought a hand down to Harry’s bare ass in one swift motion. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulder and held on for dear life, kissing him, their bodies flush.

"Turn around," Draco said, loving the shudder of Harry's body in response to the command. Harry complied, breathing harshly as he braced his forearms against the wall, head turned to look over his shoulder. Draco vanished his own jeans nearly desperate for skin to skin contact.

Draco leaned in and bit him in on the nape of his neck before whispering, "Summon the lube."

Draco smirked, when the lube smacked into his open palm, one hand gripping Harry’s thigh to hold him in place, flipped open the bottle. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Harry’s breathing sped up, his body arching to try and touch Draco as much as possible while keeping steady against the door.

Draco's finger slipped in between Harry's cheeks, and, lube slicked, it didn't take long for him to breach Harry and push inside. "Relax baby," Draco said, his voice gruff and low in Harry's ear.

Harry moaned and pushed back against Draco’s hand. "There you go." Draco bit down on Harry's neck and then led a trail of hot kisses up to his jawline. "Fuck Harry, I love you." Then the head of his dick pressed against Harry.

"I love you too. So much. But right now I need you to fuck me."

“Don’t worry Potter, I can give you exactly what you need.”

Harry shifted against the wall, using his hands to brace himself as he arched his back and pushed against Draco cock, taking Draco deep inside him. They both groaned Draco kept a hand on Harry’s cock, the other hand gripped his hip hard enough to leave the mark of fingerprint bruises. Draco watched the slick slide of his cock thrusting in and out of Harry.

“Fuck, Harry, you’re so tight,” Draco panted against the nape of his neck, and Harry melted into him. Draco’s hips rolled against him, his cock going deeper with each thrust. Harry tried to speak, but Draco changed his angle and Harry dissolved into another moan of pleasure. As they picked up a rhythm, he could barely hear anything over the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Harry shifted his forearms and leaned down, arched his back a little more. Draco shifted his grip and lifted Harry up onto the tips of his toes so he could hit his prostate dead on.

"Merlin. Don’t fucking stop," Harry begged. As if that were even an option.

Draco, moved so both hands were on Harry’s waist as he thrust into him over and over and over, and Harry came undone, beneath him. He saw Harry wrap a hand around his dick, pumping hard and fast until come pulsed out of him, spilling over against the door. His ass clenched and Draco's rhythm stuttered before as his body released, filling Harry up.

They stood for a moment, Draco collapsed against him, Harry collapsed against the wall, until their breathing slowed. Eventually, the haze of his orgasm cleared enough for him to think again. He carefully turned Harry back around to give him a deep kiss. “Clean us up so we can go.”

When Anna set the ring on the table next to Harry’s ice cream Draco leaned close and said, “In 1991 I made you an offer that you declined,” Draco said, meeting Harry’s eye, “I’d like to give you another chance at taking my hand.”

Harry said yes.