Potter was the only reason his entire family had escaped life in prison. Draco honestly wasn't sure if it was some kind of life debt between them. Potter saved him from the fire. Draco had saved him at the manor by refusing to identify him. His mother had helped Potter in the forest, too. But it wasn't all a wash. Potter's deeds far outstripped his family's. He was free, free from Voldemort and prison, because of Harry. No amount of compensation would cover that.
                              
And still, after everything Draco had put Potter through in school, including the fact that he was marked, Potter had nodded for him to continue. Potter agreed to more after knowing who he was. He still wanted him to touch his body. He still stared into his eyes. He still kissed-no snogged-him back, despite everything. Draco closed his eyes, remembering the taste of Pot-Harry. Harry, who looked completely surprised by the intensity of his kiss. Harry, who moaned and pleaded with him as he sat on his lap. Harry, who so innocently stared at him, trying desperately to trust him, trust the situation.
                              
Draco needed to show him that he was different, that Harry could trust him. It would be no easy task. They had a lot of shite to get through, and Draco wasn't sure that he wouldn't bollocks it up. But they had a connection. He could feel it. That they were meant to be together, but he wasn't sure Harry felt it, too. He might have kissed him back, but Harry also just had a striptease and his libido was up. Potter was rock hard and definitely would have needed a wank or a cold shower after their meeting.
                              
Draco also couldn't forget that he was a stripper, and the first rule of stripping was never to fall in love with customers. They're paying for your body, not your personality. He didn't think that Harry thought like that. He was awkward even being in the building. Weasley, Girl-Weasley, had brought him there, even setting up the private striptease and Harry was nearly stuttering over his words at first. Draco could only hope that it was something more. That fate had finally worked in his... in their favor.
                              
Call it a life debt or just pure love, but Draco wanted nothing more than to see Harry happy. To take that pain and uncertainty out of his eyes and give him the love and comfort that he deserves. The fact that Harry loved his body so much, like the last few years were spent just to make Draco perfect for him. Draco almost shivered at the thought. It would have all been worth it, if Harry accepts him.
                              
He knew already that he would be devastated if he did reject him. Lust was a bit different than love. They had a lot to get through, and it might take time. He wanted to believe that they could work through it. His hands shook at the fear... but he took some deep breaths. He could do this. He could talk to Harry, convince him that his feelings were genuine. He considered lighting up another cig, but looked as he heard someone walking toward the statue.
                              
It was Potter, thankfully early. He was wearing a handknit, faded jumper, now. Back to normal, Draco thought, smirking slightly. But Potter was looking around like he was walking into a trap. His wand was most likely at the ready, unlike when he was in the private room at the club. Draco sighed and should have suspected that. After all, he was a Death Eater, who had just invited the Chosen One to a dark, clandestine meeting.
                              
He sat up, making Potter jerk back in alarm, and he said, pleasantly, "Potter, you made it."
                              
"Malfoy... w-what do you want?" Potter asked, nervously still looking around.
                              
Draco frowned slightly. He had to ease Potter's apprehension. "I figured we could catch up... I mean without the muggle cameras. I was wondering what I've missed these last few years."
                              
Potter's eyes zeroed on him, and he bit his lip, as he assessed his appearance. Draco had to keep his face neutral. Potter was checking him out, again, and not just for threats.