Summer Ecstasy

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The sunlight streamed through the parted curtains, shining directly into Ron's face as the red head began to wake up. His eyelids fluttered open and he muffled a yawn behind his hand as he sat up on the bed to stretch properly. He winced when he felt a sudden pain in his backside. Then he remembered last night, and a broad grin stretched onto his face.

"Blaise," he breathed, closing his eyes in bliss as he momentarily played the scene of last night over and over again in is mind. When he opened his eyes, his stomach suddenly roared in hunger and he chuckled. He decided to take a quick shower before hurrying downstairs for breakfast. He was starving.

Downstairs, Harry cracked an egg onto the edge of a black pan and let the yoke fall, then he hurried over to another counter and began making coffee. Just he had placed an empty plate onto the table, Ron walked into the kitchen, limping slightly. Harry smiled slightly at his friend, noticing how bow-legged he walked. He raised an eyebrow.

"Morning, Ron."

Ron gave him a tired smile. "Hey Harry. Watcha makin'?" he yawned, sitting down at the table.

Harry observed the red head's exhaustion. He knew his friend was tired in the mornings, but not this tired. And it was already noon time. "I'm making eggs," he replied. "Do you want some?" Ron vaguely nodded to the question and Harry instantly noticed the glazed, faraway look in his friend's eyes. He frowned a bit. "Hey Ron?"

"Hmm?" was the distant reply.

"What happened last night?"

Ron jumped so high that he could feel the bones in his back crack loose. He winced. "What do you mean, mate?" he asked, hesitant. "Nothing happened last night."

Harry's eyebrows rose higher. "Oh really? Then why are you so tired?"

Ron quickly fumbled for an excuse. "Oh well...I couldn't, um sleep well. Kept waking up."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Harry looked at him and it began to unnerve Ron. "What?"

The brunette shrugged his shoulders and went back to cooking the eggs. "Nothing. Just thinking that when I went to the loo this morning, Blaise looked a bit tired too this morning. I thought that you two had gone to bed early."

A red flush came over Ron's face and he gulped audibly. "O-Oh, really? Well, I guess he was, um, tired last night too." He looked around, trying to avoid Harry's eyes in fear that his secret would be found out. But Harry merely went back to finishing Ron's breakfast. He laid out a plate in front of Ron and deposited the eggs onto it. "Um, thanks mate," he mumbled.

"No problem. Though I expect Malfoy and Blaise will come to breakfast soon. Hermione had come downstairs a few minutes before you and told me that her and Theo would be exploring outside, so they won't be joining us for breakfast." He paused, thinking. "Malfoy had told me that he likes his eggs sunny-side up. But Blaise I'm not too sure about." He glanced at the red head. "Do you know what he likes to eat for breakfast?"

Ron gulped, still blushing. "Um, I dunno..."

"Should I ask him? Or should I wait until he comes downstairs? No, that wouldn't do. Ron, could you go up and—?"

"I shagged him alright!"

Harry stilled, his hand hovering over the pan where he had just broken an egg. He stayed that way for a moment before he finally jerked into motion. His eyes were wide as he turned around, and he found the red head blushing harder than ever all the way into the roots of his hair.

"What?" Harry choked out.

Ron sighed nervously. "I said, I shagged him," Ron said, apprehensive of his friend's reaction..

Harry frowned, still trying to recover from the surprise of Ron's sudden outburst. He tried to clear his dry throat. "Oh, so you, er...with Zabini...?"

Ron hesitated, then nodded. "Um, yes I did."

Harry frowned deeper and felt his legs turn into jelly as he collapsed against the counter next to the pan full of eggs. He paid the food no mind as he gazed back at Ron, his stare blank and unreadable. Ron became anxious as he looked at Harry for a reaction, but none came and he soon grew concerned for his friend.

"Mate...?"

Harry realized that he had better say something quick. He wasn't sure why he was so shocked at Ron's blunt confession, only that it caught him off guard. He knew that he wasn't upset at Ron, like the red head might think he was. No, why should he be upset at his friend? Blaise had proved that he was a nice guy over the last few days, not to mention his behavior during the war when he had helped Harry a bit during an encounter with a few Death Eaters. And no, he wasn't upset that his friend had had sex with the Slytherin last night. He knew at the beach that Zabini had been flirting with the red head.

No, he wasn't upset at all.

Well, he was, but not at anybody but himself.

Am I the only remaining virgin in this house? he thought bitterly. Am I the only one that hasn't gotten laid yet? Then cursed himself for thinking that. So what if I'm the last virgin in this house? he thought. It's not like I want a relationship soon anyway. Then he frowned. Yes he did, he realized. He was already nineteen for Merlin's sake with no girlfriend.

Or boyfriend, he remembered, thinking of his kiss with Ron the other day.

Ugh! He mentally shouted, and rubbed his temples with his hands. Merlin, it was too early in the morning for this!

"Mate?"

Harry started, and cursed himself for forgetting where he was and that his friend was still sitting at the table, wearing a forlorn expression on his face. He sighed, banishing his chaotic thoughts into the back of his mind. "Listen, Ron, I'm happy for you. Just listen," he added quickly, seeing Ron's attempt to interrupt. "I'm not too happy being the only virgin in this house now..." He smirked and Ron smiled a bit. "But I'm glad that you finally were able to tell Blaise your feelings, and I'm glad that they're returned. I mean, granted I should be more upset, or feel something other than strangely calm, but I mean...I was expecting this. You had told me the other night during the game that you had fancied Blaise a bit, and knowing you I didn't really think that you were going to give up on him so quickly.

"And besides," he added with an impish smirk. "I bet you thought that the sex would be great." He didn't think it was possible, but Ron's face was probably more red than his own hair.

"Harry!"

Said boy burst into laughter and had to clench his sides from bending over. Soon, even Ron had to join in on the laughter, from both relief of his friend's acceptance as well as the ridiculousness of the situation. Both boys laughed so hard that tears began to run down each other's cheeks, but the boys paid no heed. They were laughing too much.

And this is the scene of which Draco and Blaise soon stumbled upon. Both Slytherins raised their eyebrows to each other and then looked back at the red faced Gryffindors, both wearing amused expressions. "And what do you two Gryffindors find so funny so early in the morning?" drawled Draco.

Instantly Ron stopped laughing when he noticed Blaise standing in the doorway and blushed, which only made Harry want to laugh harder. Blaise smirked when he saw Ron throw a glare in his best friend's direction, and he instantly understood the situation. His smirk grew. "Oh Ron," he said, speaking loud so as to be heard over Harry's laughter. "Will you please see me for a short moment outside in the gardens? Privately," he added with a quirk of the lips. Then he sashayed his hips outside the back door, sending a covert grin towards Ron as he disappeared outside.

Ron would be a fool to pass up such a request and once Harry stopped laughing enough to realize his surroundings, he looked up to see that only Malfoy remained in the room. He rose an eyebrow at Malfoy and straighten, clearing his throat so he could talk correctly.

"Where'd everybody go?" he asked.

Malfoy almost giggled at the adorable mixed expression of confusion and happiness on Harry's face. The fact that the boy's face was also flushed pink with laughter didn't help either. But Malfoys didn't giggle, and Draco was damned if they started now.

"Blaise invited Weasley out into the gardens with him. And Theo and Granger are outside exploring the woods." He smiled softly. "Guess that leaves only us two then."

Harry blushed, but thankfully, it went unnoticed since his face was already flushed. He turned back to the eggs behind him and his eyes went wide with shock at the burnt food inside the pan. "Oh shit!" he cried and dumped the food into the nearest rubbish bin before he rinsed the pan with water in the sink. He sighed briefly with frustration before he turned back to Malfoy, whose eyebrows were quirked up in a very familiar fashion of amusement. Harry blushed again.

"Um, scrambled or sunny-side up?" he asked, though there was really no need. Although it was polite.

"Sunny-side up with toast," Malfoy responded, watching as Harry turned to prepare his breakfast. His eyes roamed over the brunette's body, scrutinizing the boy as he worked. He felt himself grow hot as the boy stooped low to retrieve the egg carton from the refrigerator, and Harry's dark blue jeans tightened over the boys arse cheeks, leaving nothing else to the imagination.

Draco gulped inaudibly. Thank Merlin Potter decided not to wear robes this morning. That arse was amazing! he thought. He almost pounced onto the boy right at that moment, but somehow he was able to find the strength to hold himself back.

"So Potter," he began, seeing Harry turn slightly to look at him. "What are we doing for the rest of the day?"

Harry frowned. "Well, I'm not really sure. Why so interested? I thought you'd rather spend this free time alone by yourself."

Draco shrugged. "Well, Blaise is most likely snogging Weasley out in the gardens right about now. And Theo is probably doing the same to Granger." He paused to smirk. "Not that I suggest we do the same, mind you. It would result into a right disaster, don't you think so?" Harry blushed, almost kicking himself for getting his hopes up. "And well, I've heard all sorts of stories on how you're very entertaining. So, amuse me, Potter," he said, leering.

Harry almost froze. Was...Was Malfoy actually flirting with him? He inwardly shook his head. No. No way, that would never happen in a million years, he thought to himself. This was Malfoy, son of Death Eater Lucius Malfoy and most popular for being Harry's Number One rival, besides Voldermort, that is.

"Um, well..."

"Are the eggs done?" Malfoy interrupted, glancing at the pan of food behind Harry.

"Oh," Harry muttered, turning quickly back to Malfoy's breakfast. He retrieved a clean plate and dumped the egg onto it, then handed it to Malfoy. He cleaned up his cooking area and then settled down into a chair in front of the blonde haired man. "Well, I'm not sure where you got the idea that I'm very entertaining, because I don't think I am," he said, chuckling a bit. Malfoy smirked. "But I'm sure we can find something to do in this house. We're alone after all."

Indeed, Malfoy thought. "Well, how about we play a game for ourselves, then?" He grabbed a forkful of his eggs and ate.

Harry frowned a bit, his eyes studiously focused on Malfoy's lips as he flicked his pink tongue out to clean his fork. Harry felt his face grow hot. "Um, er, what kind of game?" he asked, vaguely remembering Malfoy's question. Malfoy grinned.

"It's an innocent game of course. And it's only twenty or so questions..."

Harry's head snapped up, and his eyes narrowed. "You want to ask me questions, Malfoy?"

Malfoy nodded, still eating. "It'll be amusing, you'll see, Potter. Besides, it can be a chance for us two to catch up a bit. Merlin knows that we've never done that before."

Harry looked at him as he ate, and nodded hesitantly. Malfoy was right. He really did know nothing about Malfoy. All he knew was that his father was currently is Azkaban and that his mother lived in the Manor with Draco. Everything else he said about him was just him assuming. Maybe this would be a chance to really see what he's really like, Harry thought. It might even tell me if he has the Dark Mark. At his trial, Harry hadn't been able to see his arm and he hadn't had the chance to ask the Minister about it either.

He was a bit hesitant to answer any questions that Malfoy would ask, but he didn't want to seem like a coward to Malfoy. He was an adult now with his own life, no matter how boring it was. He didn't want for Draco to believe that he had lowered his principles after just a year.

He raised his chin and stared back at Malfoy, whose plate was now clean. "Okay, you're on."

Malfoy smirked. "Glad you agree, Potter, although I wouldn't have if I were you without knowing the...necessities to this game."

Harry frowned. "Necessities...?" He paused, and then his eyes grew round. "You're going to use...!"

"Veritaserum, yes. The same from the other night." He paused, unsure but not showing it. "Do you agree now, Potter?" Harry frowned, feeling a bit uneasy about agreeing, but his answer still stood. He nodded. Malfoy nodded. "Good. Let's do this outside, then, shall we?" He led Harry out of the kitchen and outside in the front near the beach.

Malfoy was also glad to think ahead and not wear robes himself. It was hot outside, not too hot but warm enough to have one feel sick wearing robes. He looked at Harry, and smiled when he saw the boy fidgeting as they walked along the sand. "Relax, Potter. I won't ask harmful questions. We'll keep this game simple." He flashed a quick smile before pulling out the potion from his pocket and placing a drop of the Veritaserum onto his tongue. He pulled out the stopper and handed it to Harry who did the same then returned it to Malfoy who placed it securely back into his jeans. "This potion will last for quiet awhile," he said. "Plenty of time to do lots of catching up. So, Potter, why don't we switch to first names from now on? We both now that we aren't rivals anymore."

Harry thought about it for just a second and figured Malfoy was right. They weren't exactly friends, but the hatred between them was definitely gone now. He smiled. "Okay...Draco."

Draco nearly felt himself grow hard as Harry breathed out his name so easily. His grin widened. "Good. Now, Harry, do you have a job?"

Harry nodded his head. "I wanted to be an Auror when I left Hogwarts, so I took up that position. It wasn't what I thought it was, so I quit quickly after that. Right now, I'm currently working as a Snake Specialist in the Magical Creatures Department at the Ministry."

"Ah, so the Parseltongue helps you out there," Draco said, nodding in approval. Harry nodded. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. I'm the only Parselmouth that I know and I'm glad to put at least one talent that I have to good use. I thought of doing Quidditch, but I didn't want anymore fame. Despite what you think Mal-Draco, I really like the quiet life of being just a mere Snake Specialist." He turned away then to think up a question for Draco. "So what do you do now?"

Draco looked away from Harry's pink cheeks and focused in front of him. "Well, I'm involved in several charities, including the rebuilding of Hogwarts. I've also donated to St. Mungos Hospital, and I brew potions for them. Other than that, I'm not really doing much else. The Malfoy fortune is enough to last me a lifetime, and even if I wanted a job I wouldn't know where to look." He sighed. "I don't have any other talents, so there's not much that I can do."

Harry's eyes were wide as Draco spoke. He hadn't really thought that the blonde would tell him so much. Even under Veritaserum, the blonde wasn't permitted to reveal everything about his life to Harry. Seeing this side of Malfoy was something Harry had never thought he'd encounter. This side was much more human, more vulnerable...much warmer. Harry inwardly smiled. He liked this side of Draco.

"So, are you single?" Malfoy asked.

Harry started to blush, but fought it down. He didn't want to answer, but the potion made him do it anyways. "Yes. Have been for quite a while."

A blonde eyebrow quirked. "Why? I would have thought that you'd be swarming with fans by now."

Harry’s cheeks went pink. "Well, yeah, I was for awhile. But I didn't want to live like that. I don't want someone to like me just for my fame. That's not a good life. And when I noticed that no body would bother with me once they realized that I wasn’t up to their standards, I stopped dating."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

Harry nodded, and for some odd reason he had a sudden urge to say more. "I'm also gay."

Draco almost faltered in his steps, but he recovered quickly. He felt like shouting to the heavens, although he knew that that kind of behavior from him would look sort of odd. He settled for a teasing grin towards Harry. "So the birds not enough, hm?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Guess not. So what about you? Are you single?"

Draco nodded. "For the mean time, yes. Unlike you, I don't have many admirers myself, especially considering my reputation as Lucius Malfoy's son. But I did have one boyfriend last month. He didn't last long though." He chuckled softly, and Harry wondered about the inside joke.

"What was wrong with him?" he asked, ignoring the feeling of fluttering butterflies in his stomach at the thought of an unclaimed Draco.

The blonde man smirked and winked at Harry. "Not enough stamina."

Harry's face flushed beet red and his eyes went round as globes. He almost squeaked, to his absolute horror, but he managed to hold it in. His breath caught though and he was sure that Draco had heard it.

Malfoy laughed at his expression. "Merlin Potter, I was only kidding. Well, half kidding, anyway. He really couldn't keep up, poor lad."

Harry gulped, quickly turning away from Draco to stare out into the ocean waves. "U-Um, er, okay then. So, what else then?"

"What else what? Please elaborate."

He fought hard not to roll his eyes as he answered. "Well, I was wondering if you had the Dark Mark. Do you?" he asked, a bit hesitant that he may have angered Malfoy. But the man showed no signs of being insulted. He pulled up the left sleeve of his arm and Harry let out a relieved breath to see the bare, pale arm without a hint of a blemish. He looked at Draco. "Why didn't you take it?"

Draco sighed, and pulled both of his sleeves up. "To be given the Dark Mark, Harry, one has to kill another. My assignment was to kill Dumbledore during sixth year, do you remember that?" Harry shivered at the memory, but nodded. "Well, I never got a chance to do it, so I never took the Mark."

“I saw you that night.”

Draco’s eyebrows went up. “You did?” He paused. “You were the one with the second broom.” It was a statement, not a question. Harry nodded. The blonde sighed. “Figured.”

Harry bit his lip. "Did you want to be a Death Eater?" he asked in a quiet voice.

Draco looked at him. "Oh, yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I want to be a cold, selfish, stone hearted killer who has to take orders from an ugly snake leader? It was my dream job." He scowled a bit when Harry playfully punched his arm, but he made a small grin afterwards. In truth, Harry felt a bit happier knowing that Draco hadn't gotten the Dark Mark and that he didn't want to be a killer.

"So Harry," Draco began, smiling a bit. "Now that we've gotten a bit past the hard questions, why not ask me an easy question?"

Harry looked at him, startled. "What? Don't you want to ask me about details of the war?"

Draco frowned, eyebrows furrowed. "What? No, why would I? Unless you want to tell me about it. I fought during the war too, Harry, and I'm not too keen on hearing the details about it. Not even about Voldermort's death. I was there and I saw you kill him. That's all I need to know." He turned away to look at the sand in front of him, missing the bright grin that stretched across Harry's face.

"Okay then," Harry said, livelier now that he knew more about Draco. "So what's your favorite color?"

"Green of course," was the abrupt reply. "And I bet yours is red?"

The boy nodded. "Guilty. So what do you like to do in your spare time, besides," he added quickly, seeing Draco's mouth open. "Looking at yourself in the mirror all day."

Draco grinned at Harry's teasing. "Well, besides 'that'," he chuckled. "I like to gaze out and watch sunsets, as well as take long walks on the beach..."

"I'm serious!" laughed Harry. Draco laughed too.

"I am serious. I do like sunsets and beaches. You just didn't let me finish." He threw a teasing glare in Harry's direction and had the privilege to witness another adorable blush spread across those cheeks. "I also like to read," continued Draco. "And sometimes, if I get a chance, I like to ride my broomstick around the Manor." Then he paused and glanced down at Harry, who met his gaze curiously. Draco grinned. "Well, I also like exercising myself in the bedroom."

Harry's eyes bulged at that comment, and Draco couldn't help but burst out into a round of laughter. The brunette scowled as he ignored the blonde's laughter and he kept walking, which was a bit difficult with his "hard" problem down below. Draco’s grin grew when he noticed that Harry was a bit uncomfortable now. And the brunette’s eyes locked in on those pink lips of his.

Damn, he's hot when he smiles, thought Harry irritably. He should smile more. He looks gorgeous when he does. If it wasn't for the words that came out of that same mouth, I would ravage him right now.

"Oh, shut it already Malfoy," Harry retorted at the blonde next to him, who still was chuckling from the look on Harry's face.

"Oh Harry, we're back to last names already? It wasn't my fault, you know. You're just too innocent for your own good."

"I am not innocent!" Harry protested, in a not-at-all whiny voice. Draco chuckled a last time.

"You're still a virgin, Harry. I'd call that innocent."

Harry pouted and turned away, and Draco almost regretted that last comment. But he didn't. A pouting Harry was just too cute for words.

The boys walked in silence for awhile, neither of them too keen on breaking it. It was a comfortable silence as the warm, salty breeze flew through them. Harry was relaxed as his thoughts revolved all around Draco, and Draco felt the same, having his mind whirl with memories of a smiling, flushed Harry. Both boys were so caught up in their thoughts that they almost missed the blaring sound of music about a hundred yards away.

Draco glanced up and he stopped walking to glance at the building filled with colorful lights and blaring music. Within a few seconds, he recognized the building as a Bar, and thankfully not just any bar. It was a tourist bar, which meant that the Muggles would know English. Draco grinned and turned to Harry, who still stood behind him lost in his thoughts.

"Hey Harry, let's go there," he said, motioning towards the bar. Harry frowned and looked at Draco.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It'll give us a chance to rest our feet a bit before going back to the summer home."

He seemed excited and Harry had never seen Draco's gray eyes glitter with such intensity before. He gave him a small smile and nodded.

"Yeah sure. Sounds like fun."

Draco beamed. "Great! Let's go." Then he wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder, who blushed but didn't bother to shove him off—why would he?—and the two walked forwards toward the multicolored bar.

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Sorry to end it so quickly, but I'm getting a bit tired and I wanted to get this chapter out quick to those who have been waiting. Sorry for the long wait! The next chapter will be out soon.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes I might have made on this chapter. I'll edit them soon. I'm too tired to do that right now. *yawn*

And Please remember everyone! Ron was not a virgin when he had sex with Blaise. The mystery person will come later. As for Harry's conversation with Ron, sorry for not putting more. A scene where Harry and Ron discuss more about Blaise will come later maybe in the chapter after the next. Not sure yet.

Thanx to all my reviewers!

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