Gwen had mercy after three Tickle Charms, a Tap-Dance Charm and about five other hexes, and she said, "Enough, girls! He'll tell us when he's ready." Only then did his teammates back off to their lockers. Gwen came over after they dispersed and whispered, "I'm happy for you, Harry. You seem... happier than I've ever seen you. Just don't be late anymore, kiddo. Your Romeo needs to share you!"
"Yes, Gwen... sorry," Harry said, contrite, and she ruffled up his hair and walked away, too. He really liked his team, who always tried to cheer him up. They had broken hundreds of years of tradition, just to let him join. He was honored they let him play for the team, and he hadn't failed to catch the snitch in a game, yet.
"Don't think you're out of it, Harry," Ginny threatened, from her locker. 
Mallory chuckled at his expense. "Yer in for it now, boyo."
Harry nodded and left with Ginny, who took him out to dinner. After they ordered, she simply said, "Spill." 
"It's complicated," he said, putting upwards, even though they had gone to a muggle diner. His fans had never left him alone.
"I'd say. Don't pull that you-found-someone-you-used-to-know BS. I know all your mates and who's gay or not. Seamus and Dean wouldn't have cheated on each other. You never go out... so... it can't be someone you know."
Harry blushed and smirked. "But it is. I didn't say that he was... that we were mates."
Ginny blinked. "I still have it on pretty good authority who's out, and the few that you know, there's no way you'd be happy with them. Also, I've introduced you to them, and you never seemed remotely interested in any of them."
"I haven't seen him in years, and he's not out... to wizards anyway."
Ginny raised her eyebrow at his words. "He's a wizard though, right? He's not someone from your childhood or something?"
"Technically, Hogwarts was my childhood. But yes, he's a wizard, or rather he used to be."
"Used to be? How do you use to be a wizard?" Ginny asked, amazed.
"He... umm... doesn't use magic," Harry blushed.
Ginny straightened up, suddenly realizing what had happened. "Holy hell... that stripper! Please don't tell me that you fall for a stripper!"
Harry looked around worriedly, in case someone had breached his defenses, before meeting her eyes and glaring hard enough that Ginny winced. Harry said, in a clear voice, "That's not all he is. He's... he made me feel so...."
"I bet he did," Ginny scoffed. "He's trained to wind you up."
Harry jerked his head up. "Gin... it wasn't like that. He made me feel... valued. He told me what happened to him during the war, about his father abusing him, how he went to live with muggles."
"Harry...."
"Gin. I looked into his eyes. I saw him... for who he truly is," Harry growled.
"There are plenty of lust spells and entrancing spells....
"Hey! I checked for traps, potions and spells. He was just him... with his soul bared. Please, Ginny, can't you see how happy I am?"
She nodded. "I don't want you to get hurt, Harry."
"What was the point of the outing last night then? At least give him a chance, Gin."
Ginny sighed. "Alright, I will. I won't ride you about it. You seem... so different."
"Yeah... I feel like me... again," Harry said, with a small little smile.
Her eyes softened and she grasped his hand until the food came. After the server left, she leveled with him as she took a bite. "I'm sorry, I doubted you. I've been... taking care of you for a while, now."
"I know," Harry said, lowering his head. "And I can't thank you enough, Ginny. But I have to try to live my own life, now. He's... so... kind and gentle. He makes me feel strong. Yeah, I took a while to adjust.... my own thoughts about him. My own doubts...."
"Doubts?" Ginny asked, lowering her fork.
"I mean from before... we met, again. We weren't... friends."
"Why... if you weren't... friends?" she asked.
"He's... it's hard to explain. We had a lot of stuff to get through. It wasn't like we just... jumped right into it. We talked for hours and... I... didn't want to... be a scared little boy anymore."
Ginny reached across the table and took his hand. "You aren't. I'm proud of you, Harry."
He gave her a warm smile and said, "Thanks, Ginny."
"And I'll always watch out for you, idiot," she said and smiled back at him.
When they finished, Harry went home. He glanced at the clock, and he still had several hours. Damn it. Right... Draco said that he needed to accept that this all happened... get some space, and adjust. Harry grumbled internally. Patience was not one of his virtues and, if there was one thing he knew about himself, when he decided something, it was what he wanted. Nothing in the world would sway him from his chosen path. Not Draco, not his friends, and not even Voldemort. 
The moment he decided to kiss Draco... he had made his choice. Thinking about it would not change a thing. He didn't need to adjust to that fact. Draco was just... paranoid and nervous. He didn't want this magical, fairy-tale love between them to fizzle out. Harry wouldn't believe that it would happen. He couldn't. He never felt so... at home with Draco's arms around him. Roger, Ginny, and Cho... it was all forced. He liked them. He wanted to connect, but they didn't click.
Draco did. They belonged together. Harry felt it in his very soul. But he would have to wait as he looked at the clock, again. He respected Draco's request to meet later at Soho, and there was some logic to the fact that he would be jealous if he went to the club. Maybe one day... but not today. Harry spent a few hours cleaning up his flat, though there was little to do. He smiled at the thought of a nice dinner, though it'd be at 2 in the morning. He didn't care, and he doubted Draco would.
He made a delicious chicken marsala dish, complete with seared, fresh asparagus and mushrooms, over al denté linguine. He even called a reputable wine merchant for a suitable wine choice to pair with it. He put everything under a status spell and changed into an outfit that Ginny had given him that he had never worn. He shivered with anticipation. Some part of him... a tiny part... was doubting that... Draco would come.
Harry breathed, putting his anxiety aside and grabbing a soft green windbreaker. It was London, after all. He Apparated in an alley near the square. It was only one, but he wasn't keen to miss out on any time with Draco. Harry had been a half-hour early last night, and Draco had been there already. He found him just lying on the bench, like he hadn't a care in the world. Harry could only hope that he could relax that much.
He walked quickly to that same bench, but Draco wasn't there, yet. Harry sighed and sat down, trying to settle his nerves. An hour was a long wait, if Draco didn't come early. He fidgeted and tried not to look at the old watch that Molly had given him, which had belonged to her brother. Patience, he told himself. Unfortunately, it was one of the reasons that he would never be an Auror. He couldn't sit still.
Finally, he heard footsteps and saw that it was Draco's large muscular body. His black leather jacket and biker hat shined as he came closer. Harry jumped to his feet, and Draco was the one who stuttered to a stop this time. He smiled and just drunk in the sight of him.
"Harry...."
Harry shivered and replied, "Draco...."
"I missed you," Draco said and held out his hand. Harry willing took it, as Draco hauled him in for a kiss.