A/N: Hi guys, I'm back! I really hope you all enjoy this second part of the story. It will be different, but I hope even better than the first!

The beach before him was tropical in appearance, the air felt almost humid if Draco closed his eyes and really focused on the difference between it and his skin when a salty spray whipped up around him. He knew it was not uncommon for the wizarding community to reserve beach resorts at winter time, using warming charms inside of containing charms and finishing it all off with repelling ones. It gave them privacy and the ability to meet in larger numbers, without worrying of muggles being too interested. This though, was a considerable amount of magic, not only was the resort and immediate beach under enchantments, but a significant portion of the ocean, he'd been told by the temporary concierge, was as well.

Draco stood, still in his clothes he'd put on first thing that morning, but he'd shaved. He assumed the extra measures were for Harry, being the new Minister. He ran a hand over his hair, smoothing it. Harry, who was currently in a meeting over something or other.

"Bugger it..." he mumbled, and his jaw muscles flexed a few times in rapid succession. St. Valentine's was fast approaching, and he'd hoped to make a gesture, a rather significant one to Harry... but now. Now he didn't know if it was appropriate, actually no, he was positive it was the exact opposite. Perhaps it was for the best, Harry'd never mentioned wanting to change the nature of their relationship. Though, Draco also knew Harry wasn't one to push things like that without any encouragement from him.

Draco stared out severely at warm, cerulean waters. He had needed a quiet weekend at home with Harry after his time away, not a work getaway, where he was one of the plus-ones expected to busy himself with frivolous activities until evening, when they would be undoubtedly meeting all together for food and drinking. His calm demeanor felt unsteady, and his more vampiric tendencies were maddeningly heightened after the three weeks he'd endured, his company only—

Draco turned on his heel abruptly, and he began to stride down the wooden walkway leading back towards the resort. He felt clammy all of a sudden, even though he hadn't perspired since before his change. He wouldn't think over his work just yet. It was better to wait until the night's festivities were through before reflecting.

"Monsters is all we know, and all we need to know," Cuthbert Binns declared gruffly, the once professor and still apparition floated a couple inches just above his seat. A long table to seat thirty was in the center of a boring room that looked to be made just for the occasion. Meetings, that is. "We need to alert the aurors and start taking steps to neutralize the threat before this gets out of hand, snuff them out."

Harry let out an unhappy breath, holding back a grimace but just barely. He sat at the head of the table, and his seat though having looked quite comfortable at first glance was not. "I think that's a bit wand-happy," he said carefully, some of the members of the Wizengamot nodding enthusiastically in agreement, others frowning or outright scowling, "if we do not even know who the threat is, we can't actually know if they are a threat."

"That's what some said about You-Know-Who."

Harry's attention turned immediately to the outspoken voice.

Ludo Bagman stared back at him coolly, and Harry felt his blood pressure begin to rise.

"Maybe..." he began with restraint, "but this isn't Voldemort." His green eyes flashed darkly as he dared the wizard to respond his dissent, but the old wizard huffed a loud breath and remained otherwise silent. Harry turned his focus back to the entire Wizengamot. "We don't know anything about these people, except that they feel slighted and are tired of feeling that way."

"So they threaten us," an old male voice grumbled.

"Because we are their perceived enemies," was said calmly by someone else, a female.

"And so they are ours in return!"

The room erupted in a multitude of voices, each one fighting with another's point, and Harry grunted in agitation as he held his eyes shut for a few seconds, trying to clear his mind enough to think.

"Another full out war is what we'll have!" was shouted above the mayhem.

"Even sooner if we bring the aurors into it prematurely, they may take it as an aggressive act—"

"And so they should!" was bellowed. "Their note was clearly meant to intimidate us! The sooner we take the offense the better, instead of just waiting around like sitting ducks! Our numbers are greater, or why else would they hide their identity?"

"It could be the werewolves, many of them are part wizard, and they are always wanting more rights. We know where most of them reside, it wouldn't be difficult..."

Harry gritted his back teeth together.

"You are just hoping for a war, Elias, could it be perhaps because you want to take attention away from your new mistress—"

"You're just jealous I have two witches, when you can't seem to get one!"

"That's enough," Harry said suddenly, and when he didn't get complete silence he stood up. "I said, that's enough."

The entire room focused on him, some sniffs and coughs belligerently cutting into the silence. Harry placed his knuckles on the table, struggling to control his temper. "I think we've reached an impasse for the day... we can all think over what we've learned in privacy and hopefully then we can talk about it more calmly tomorrow." He looked around the room of wizards, pitch-dark brows raised meaningfully. No one responded. "Agreed?"

Mumbles of concession rumbled throughout the room.

Harry gave a slight nod and then made his retreat for the door. He stalked down the Italian beach-themed hotel, white walls and crisp lines with gleaming marble floors. Passing the elevators that lead to his rooms, he continued towards the back of the building, tugging roughly at his tie and loosening its death grip on his throat. He needed some fresh air to calm down first. He'd promised Draco the trip would be fun, if nothing else for them, and he was determined to keep his promise.

Harry gave a distracted wave with his right hand, and one of the doors leading to the outside swung open, only to catch and slow down halfway so it didn't smack into the building's wall. He sighed as he turned slightly to slip through, not willing to wait for it to open all of the way.

He stopped squarely once he was fully outside. He drew in a slow breath and held it a few beats, his hands clasping together as they rested atop his head, mussing his hair, and he squinted up at the darkening sky. He'd been in meetings all day since breakfast, not exactly how he'd envisioned the trip; he'd thought he'd have more time for Draco, for one. Not to mention, it wasn't a regular type of business getaway like Hermione had made it out to be. There was only one topic of interest, and it seemed to be quite urgent. In hindsight, he wasn't sure why she'd been so secretive about it all or why she'd waited until the last minute to tell him about it.

A group of 'altered' wizards—no further explanation to their identity given—had sent an anonymous owl to the Ministry claiming 'pure' wizards were to blame for their unfair lot in life, and that they were going to change that, and very soon. The whole thing was very vague. Supposedly they had some wizards on it, and were hoping to find out who the exact group was any day.

"Harry, is everything all right?"

Harry dropped his hands and turned slightly to his left to find Draco walking towards him, the ocean the blond wizard's backdrop. He cleared his throat and smiled tiredly. "Hey, sorry, I just finished up."

Draco stopped just in front of him, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they were alone before placing a hand on his neck and tugging him forward the few inches needed. He studied him intently for only a split second then pressed his lips gently to his. "Rough day?" He whispered the question against his mouth.

Harry hummed and leaned forward to kiss him again, the touch soothing. "Mm. How was yours?"

Draco looked up and to the side for a moment like he was thinking, then he said abruptly, "Excruciatingly boring."

Harry grinned. "Sorry."

Draco tilted his head slightly to the right, sniffing nonchalantly. "You're forgiven." Then he broke into a soft smile too. "So what are our plans tonight for dinner, just you and I, I hope?"

Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably. "There's a planned dinner in an hour..."

Draco held back a sharp comment, and he looped his arm through Harry's, guiding his mate back towards the hotel. "Come, I'll show you our room then, I don't believe you've been properly introduced to it," he said politely, earning him a mischievous laugh.

They'd barely shut the door when Draco shoved Harry up against the wall of the entryway to their suite. He nuzzled into the side of Harry's neck, deeply breathing in his intoxicating scent as his right hand massaged a distinct up and down path over the buttons of Harry's slacks, and his mouth filled with burning venom. "Harry... you always smell so good."

Harry panted as he tried to climb up Draco's lean body not able to get close enough to him. "Thanks," he got out somehow, and then he gasped when Draco's hand stopped to palm him firmly through too much material. "I want you, I want you right now."

Draco's eyes darkened, his pupils blowing out, as the shared sentiment seemed to echo, humming through every cell of his own body, and he closed his eyes at the sudden, overwhelming rushing sensation in his chest. He began to kiss Harry again, heatedly, managing to walk him backwards until they both fell onto the king-sized bed. He crawled further up onto the bed as Harry shuffled back beneath him, and then demanding hands were pulling him down to meet Harry's mouth again.

Draco felt the hands on his neck slide down his covered chest and torso, and then they were undoing his slacks with an air of urgency. He kicked out of them and the boxers beneath as he still wore his shirt, and Harry worked to undo his next.

"All right," Harry said, his low voice breathy and his own shirt still on too, and he pulled the hovering wizard down by said piece of clothing. "That'll work. We don't have much time."

Draco felt the air in his lungs shake, and he grinned with a slight tilt of his head. "If you insist, Minister Potter," he teased lightly. He thought the familiar incantation needed, and then he grazed his slickened fingers down Harry's bare leg, trailing down and between—

Harry pressed his head back into the pillow with a groan and stared up at the ornate, black headboard, his chest rising and falling raggedly as Draco worked his fingers inside of him. Then lips touched the corner of his gently, and Harry focused entirely on close, darkened grey eyes as he was slowly filled with another body part of the wizard. The air caught in his lungs, and Draco peppered kisses on his mouth and along his jawline as he settled fully inside of him.

"Is this okay, Harry?" Draco asked tightly in his ear, focusing on keeping his teeth far from the whooshing artery just inches below, and when Harry nodded back jerkily he began to move carefully, the sensation making his eyes unfocus. It had been far too long.

"Fuck." Harry gasped for air between tender kisses. The feeling of being with Draco was better than anything he'd ever experienced and ever would, he was sure. Draco rolling his hips forward harder and harder each time, picking up momentum and whispering his name like he adored him above everything else. Cool breaths unsteady on his cheek, a certain spot being found, and all other thoughts left Harry's mind in one fell swoop at that moment. "Draco."

*holds tiny hand out and wiggles fingers expectantly*

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