Draco's fingers hooked under his chin and lifted his head up. Harry's green, open eyes stared back at him. "You wouldn't be another notch for me, Harry. I know you're scared. You've been abused, mentally... even sexually, to a limited degree. Davies had no right to violate your privacy like that. If you don't want to do anything tonight, that's fine. We have all the time in the world for you to get comfortable. That's why I led you on this walk... to get you to calm down. To get you to trust me."
                              
"I'm sorry."
                              
"Don't be sorry. I know you're trying, and I know that we've had a rocky past. I didn't expect that you'd be able to get over that so quickly," Draco said, letting go and looking out over the river, again.
                              
"I think I have," Potter said, quietly. "I know that you... that you're a good person. I know that you were trapped and you were scared... and I hurt you."
                              
Draco turned and slowly put his fingers on his cheek, again. "As I hurt you... but I will never hurt you, again, Harry. Please believe me."
                              
Harry shivered, and his eyes got a little watery. "I trust you... Draco."
                              
Draco's spirit soared at the sound of his name from Harry's lips.
                              
Harry then whispered, "But... I don't just want a... fling. I can't keep this... casual."
                              
Draco leaned in closer and snaked one of his arms around Harry's back. He brought him closer, so they were nearly nose to nose. He stared into his eyes, and things were clicking into place. "Harry, we could never be a... fling. You do see that, right? You feel it?"
                              
Harry was shaking as he stared back, but he nodded. "I thought maybe... I imagined it. But you don't... you're not... well... you might not be someone who wanted more."
                              
Draco grimaced. "I realize that my occupational choice might lead you to conclude that I routinely "put out", but the club is very strict and I'm not a whore."
                              
Potter winced and pulled back out of his arms. "No... I didn't think...."
                              
He looked at the ground. "No... but you thought of it. I'm very selective in my partners, and it's only been six since the war ended. None were from the club. I will tell you about them if you want, but I don't usually ask out customers from the club."
                              
"No, Draco! You don't have to explain! I wasn't trying to call you that," Harry said, touching his arm.
                              
"Perhaps... but I'll tell you anything you want to know to make you see that I'm worthy of you," he whispered, fear taking hold that he'd lose this... lose Potter.
                              
Harry's eyes widened. "Draco... you're worthy... of everything."
                              
He smiled, lightly, still worried that he might not convince him to give them a try. "Thanks, I really want to court you, Harry. But it's getting late. Maybe we can meet tomorrow, in daylight hours? There are some cliff viewpoints in Dover that are rather scenic, if you wanted to go? We can go as slow as you want... and I can prove my intentions are honorable," he said, lowering his eyes, almost pleading. He didn't want this opportunity to slip away.
                              
But Harry reached up, and as Draco had done, lifting his chin up. "You have, Draco. I'm sorry if it seemed I was questioning your... intentions. But I meant... I don't want to just be together. I want a family. It's something I've never really had. Of course, not everyone wants to jump into a relationship like that."
                              
Draco laughed. "You don't like doing things halfway, do you? It's one of the many things I love about you, Harry."
                              
"Love?" Harry repeated, looking at him surprised.
                              
"Oh, yes. Love. I can't tell you how ecstatic I was when I flipped the light on and it was you. It was like my daydreams came to life. I've been in love with you for a long time. It's probably one of the reasons I... tormented you so."
                              
Harry's mouth dropped.
                              
"You paid attention to me, and some of the taunts were because you were straight... or so I thought. Harry... if a family is what you want, then I am more than happy to provide you one. I'll be your loving partner, who will massage your aches when you get home and reassure you when you get nervous. And I'll definitely spoil any kids we have to the point that you will yell at me."
                              
Harry slowly closed his mouth. "You... want kids?"
                              
Draco's smile was large. "It's always been my dream."
                              
Harry suddenly threw his arms around him and kissed him. Draco melted in his arms, as he snogged him back. Potter was his.