Seamus and Dean didn't last much longer than that, heading off to catch a bus home, leaving Harry with Draco alone once more.

"I'm interested," Harry said out of the blue, fiddling with his shot glass. "In you, in...this."

Draco leaned in closer, the sweet tang of the Jäger on his breath. "Really?" he said happily, and Harry snuggled in closer to him.

He nodded. "I can't promise it'll be all smooth sailing," he said. "But, well, I like you."

"I like you too," Draco affirmed, trailing his fingertips up Harry's arm and making him shiver. "But I'm not talking about a pretend, rebound thing to make your ex jealous. I really like you."

Harry considered his words carefully through the alcohol haze. "You've made me forget all about him," he said. "Like the wind blowing away all the cobwebs. I feel...fresh and, I don't know, optimistic I guess." He smiled and shook his head. "It's hard not to feel tossed away when someone tells you you're not...enough anymore. But you make me feel special already, and-" he bit his lip and chanced a playful look through his lashes. "You're fucking gorgeous, and funny, and don't seem to have much time for bullshit. It's a good first impression."

"Good," said Draco, then suddenly leaned away. "Come on, get your coat."

Harry felt cold from the sudden loss of contact. "We're going?"

"Well, that depends actually," he said, stopping to consider. "Where do you live?"

"About ten minutes away?" Harry replied, and Draco beamed again.

"Brilliant," he said, getting his jacket over his shoulders. "In that case, I'm going to walk you home."

Harry let himself be lead once more across the bar, slowly pushing past the people still in the swing of their night. Harry almost caught himself thinking whether or not Cormac was still there, whether he was seeing Harry leaving with someone else, when he found he really didn't care. This wasn't about him, this was about him and Draco, and the realisation made Harry's insides squirm with excitement.

They chatted easily as Harry guided them through the night, making the familiar walk home. Draco pointed out the constellation he owed his name too, near the Big Dipper, and Harry made some quip about him being 'written in the stars' before he realised what he'd said. Draco though looked pleased. "Oh you better believe it's fate," he said with a wink. "A guy like me doesn't just pop up by chance."

Harry was a nervous wreck by the time they got to the front door of his building, fumbling with his keys. "Uh," he said eloquently. "Do you want to come up for another drink?"

Draco stepped in closer, touching his hands to Harry's elbows, stilling him from where he hadn't even realised he'd been shaking so much. "Not tonight," he said.

"No?" Harry couldn't hide his disappointment, but Draco came in even closer, and moved his left hand up to caress Harry's face.

"No. I don't think we should rush this, there's no need to race through everything on the first day."

Harry licked his lips. "Right," he said evenly, but he was spiralling down quite quickly into rejection territory.

"Call me crazy," Draco said warmly. "But I'd like you to remember our first night together. Every single moment of it." He swept his thumb over Harry's cheek bone, and suddenly Harry didn't feel so dejected. He felt like he was on fire. "Are you busy tomorrow?" Draco carried on. "We could spend the day together?"

Harry nodded. "No – I mean yes! I mean no I'm not busy tomorrow, and I'd love to spend the day together."

Draco chuckled and brushed a lock of Harry's unruly black hair back from his forehead. "I'll come round at about 10ish yeah? I've got your number if anything comes up?"

"You do?" Harry asked. He didn't remember giving that over. But Draco smirked.

"Dean made sure I had it earlier," he said, and Harry couldn't help but grin. "They really care about you, you know? It's not hard to see why."

Harry didn't trust himself to speak, he just stared up into those silvery grey eyes. Draco brought his right hand up and cupped the other side of Harry's face, and Harry brought his own hands up to rest either side of Draco's hips. Harry felt his eyes flutter closed as Draco inched a little closer to him, and then...

...The kiss was perfect. Warm and soft and moist. Draco gently parted his lips a little, moulding them into Harry's settling into a perfect rhythm that had Harry thinking they'd been doing this forever, and yet the fireworks going off in his chest let him remember just how brand new this was. He leant in, eager for more, and Draco was happy to oblige.

After a while, he was very proud to be the one to pull away. "N'night Draco," he said softly. "See you tomorrow."

Draco's lazy smile illuminated his face under the starry night's sky. "See you tomorrow Harry," he promised. "Sleep well."

"You too," Harry said as he let him go and watched him walk away. "Tomorrow," he whispered to himself as he let himself into the building, and allowed his happiness float him all the way up to his flat.