Zach looked at the little card and saw that they were seated at a table with strangers, at least to him. It surprised him, but it would be less awkward than sitting with Ron, Hermione and Draco...
"It looks like we're on our own, unless you recognize some of these names..." He murmured in Harry's ear. Zach couldn't resist running his tongue around the shell of it before he moved away and pulled out Harry's chair.
"Not a one," Harry said softly though not disappointed in the least. It was only by luck that the press hadn't found out about 'Harry Potter's New Lover'. "Call me something other than Harry, ok Zach? I 'm not ready to have what we have spread all over the Prophet."
Zach smiled seductively as he licked his lips before taking a drink of water. "I simply can't help myself, love. You look so delectable all sprawled out on our bed." he sighed dramatically. "I guess I could manage to leave you be while we move you over completely."
Harry couldn't help but tease Zach. "Until hou see me bent over sorting through a box. And the next thing I know my trousers are gone and your rubbing your cock against my arse," Harry whispered in Zach's ear knowing how much his lover liked to have dirtly little fantasies spun for him.
Zach caught his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to control himself with a bit of pain, a trick he had discovered while living with his parents. He shook his head determinedly. "No. I have self-control and if you wish to move in, I can wait until you are."
He looked into Harry's eyes and bit his lip harder. It was definitely going to take more pain...
Zach shuddered, undone by Harry's tenderness in a way that his teasing hadn't been able to. "Well, there's no sign of the bride and groom yet and they can't serve dinner without them. I guess there wouldn't be any harm in finding an empty closet or something..."