harry/draco
Title: Night Clubbing
Author: screaminglungs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Maybe Harry has been going about these things in the wrong way. Maybe going out and simply looking for his next fuck was better than putting his heart out there to be stamped on.
Word Count: 1100
Info: Beta read by kcstories
Harry closed his eyes and danced along to the beat. The music was so loud he thought the very foundations of the club were vibrating.
He never came to places like this. In fact, normally he despised places like this; dark, noisy, clubs filled with tight t-shirt wearing boys just looking for the next fuck. He had never been able to identify with that. He had always wanted to settle down with the right person and make a life with them. Realising he was gay and not interested in marrying Ginny hadn’t changed that. Serial monogamy had been more his thing, and he had had a series of serious relationships, but he had finally found the person he wanted to be with, or so he had thought.
All the right signals had been there; casual flirting at the coffee pot in the fourth floor kitchen, all-out flirting on Thursday night over after work drinks, the odd lunch shared on a bench nearby. They usually ate dodgy noodles from the local Muggle Chinese. Despite numerous people from their office telling each of them it was a health hazard, they both agreed it was the best Chilli Beef they had ever tasted. They had in fact become fast friends in the last few months, going to bars and hanging out at the weekend.
Regardless, it had all ended tonight over dinner.
Harry had finally worked up the guts to tell Draco how he felt, only to be laughed at. The blonde had sat there and full out chuckled, leaning back in his chair and grinning widely. Harry hadn’t waited for him to recover before bounding out of his seat and heading for the exit.
He didn’t know when he had started running from his problems, but he also didn’t know when he had ever had such strong feelings for someone else and he felt like he had been kicked in the gut. He couldn’t quite believe Draco had done that to him. Despite everything, he had expected him to at least have let him down gently.
So here he was, in a place he had never enjoyed coming to. He had been there just once before with Draco when they had been out on the pull; Draco flirting with other men and Harry desperately hoping he would be unsuccessful.
He didn’t really know why he’d chosen to come here, of all places, but between the restaurant and the club he had come to the conclusion that maybe he had been going about all of this the wrong way. He was only twenty-four, maybe he should be out fucking everything that moved. At least that way you didn’t get humiliated by people you started to, stupidly, care about.
He was finally, finally getting into the music when someone grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him back, hard.
His eyes flew open and he staggered a moment before recovering and pulling his arm back from the tight grip. He turned sharply and came face to face with Draco who was staring at him with a fierce glare.
“Don’t touch me!” Harry snapped, shouting over the throbbing bass of the music.
“What are you even doing here?!” Draco grabbed Harry’s arm again only to have it shaken off a second time.
“Out on the pull! What does it look like?” Harry attempted to push past the blonde and get back to trying out his new theory.
“Harry, stop!” Draco grabbed Harry’s arm again, only to have the slightly taller man round on him and shove him back.
“Why? You don’t want me, remember? You don’t want me; you made that pretty fucking clear tonight! So leave me alone!” Harry shook Draco off once more and headed for the exit of the club. They were drawing attention to themselves and he knew there would be no night of anonymous shagging for him tonight. Not that he’d really wanted one.
“No!” Draco was close on his heels and as they burst through the bustling club and out into the busy street off of Diagon Alley, he grabbed Harry and hauled him around the side of the building into an alley.
“What right do you have to come here? You sat there and laughed at me. I tell you I think I'm in love with you, and you sit there and laugh!”
“Harry, I didn’t…”
“You did! You have no idea what that was like for me to sit there and spill my heart to you, only to have…”
Harry was cut off by Draco pushing him against the nearest wall and kissing him soundly. He made a small noise in the back of his throat and opened his mouth to protest, only to have Draco shove his tongue in his mouth, finally silencing him. They kissed, passionately, violently for several moments before Draco pulled back and stared into Harry’s hazy green eyes.
“I wasn’t laughing at you,” Draco said softly after a moment, which made Harry struggle as he remembered he was still angry.
Draco only shoved him harder against the brick wall. “I was relieved. I had been sitting there all evening, trying to work up the courage to tell you I was in love with you, and you bravely went ahead and beat me to it, and I was so damned relieved I didn’t think. I just laughed!” Draco insisted, his eyes boring into Harry’s, imploring with him to just please understand.
“You were relieved?”
“Yes, you idiot. Did you really think I’d spend all my time with someone I didn’t want?”
“I don’t know. I can never tell what you’re thinking,” Harry said sadly.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I don’t know what you must think of me, but I do want you. I have for such a long time.” Draco sounded breathless and he pressed his lips to Harry’s own, which were slack with shock.
“You want me?”
“Very much. I really am sorry I laughed.” Draco smiled shyly and waited for Harry’s response.
Harry stared at him, his eyes raking over every inch of Draco’s face until he was apparently satisfied that he was being sincere.
“I thought I’d been wrong, and god, I’ve wanted you so much. Love you.” Harry whispered nonsense as he wrapped Draco up in his arms and kissed any skin his lips could reach. He breathed in the scent of the beloved man he could finally call his own.
“Can we go home now? I fucking hate that club,” Draco said softly and smiled up at Harry who smiled back and without a second thought Apparated them away.
Author: screaminglungs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Maybe Harry has been going about these things in the wrong way. Maybe going out and simply looking for his next fuck was better than putting his heart out there to be stamped on.
Word Count: 1100
Info: Beta read by kcstories
Harry closed his eyes and danced along to the beat. The music was so loud he thought the very foundations of the club were vibrating.
He never came to places like this. In fact, normally he despised places like this; dark, noisy, clubs filled with tight t-shirt wearing boys just looking for the next fuck. He had never been able to identify with that. He had always wanted to settle down with the right person and make a life with them. Realising he was gay and not interested in marrying Ginny hadn’t changed that. Serial monogamy had been more his thing, and he had had a series of serious relationships, but he had finally found the person he wanted to be with, or so he had thought.
All the right signals had been there; casual flirting at the coffee pot in the fourth floor kitchen, all-out flirting on Thursday night over after work drinks, the odd lunch shared on a bench nearby. They usually ate dodgy noodles from the local Muggle Chinese. Despite numerous people from their office telling each of them it was a health hazard, they both agreed it was the best Chilli Beef they had ever tasted. They had in fact become fast friends in the last few months, going to bars and hanging out at the weekend.
Regardless, it had all ended tonight over dinner.
Harry had finally worked up the guts to tell Draco how he felt, only to be laughed at. The blonde had sat there and full out chuckled, leaning back in his chair and grinning widely. Harry hadn’t waited for him to recover before bounding out of his seat and heading for the exit.
He didn’t know when he had started running from his problems, but he also didn’t know when he had ever had such strong feelings for someone else and he felt like he had been kicked in the gut. He couldn’t quite believe Draco had done that to him. Despite everything, he had expected him to at least have let him down gently.
So here he was, in a place he had never enjoyed coming to. He had been there just once before with Draco when they had been out on the pull; Draco flirting with other men and Harry desperately hoping he would be unsuccessful.
He didn’t really know why he’d chosen to come here, of all places, but between the restaurant and the club he had come to the conclusion that maybe he had been going about all of this the wrong way. He was only twenty-four, maybe he should be out fucking everything that moved. At least that way you didn’t get humiliated by people you started to, stupidly, care about.
He was finally, finally getting into the music when someone grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him back, hard.
His eyes flew open and he staggered a moment before recovering and pulling his arm back from the tight grip. He turned sharply and came face to face with Draco who was staring at him with a fierce glare.
“Don’t touch me!” Harry snapped, shouting over the throbbing bass of the music.
“What are you even doing here?!” Draco grabbed Harry’s arm again only to have it shaken off a second time.
“Out on the pull! What does it look like?” Harry attempted to push past the blonde and get back to trying out his new theory.
“Harry, stop!” Draco grabbed Harry’s arm again, only to have the slightly taller man round on him and shove him back.
“Why? You don’t want me, remember? You don’t want me; you made that pretty fucking clear tonight! So leave me alone!” Harry shook Draco off once more and headed for the exit of the club. They were drawing attention to themselves and he knew there would be no night of anonymous shagging for him tonight. Not that he’d really wanted one.
“No!” Draco was close on his heels and as they burst through the bustling club and out into the busy street off of Diagon Alley, he grabbed Harry and hauled him around the side of the building into an alley.
“What right do you have to come here? You sat there and laughed at me. I tell you I think I'm in love with you, and you sit there and laugh!”
“Harry, I didn’t…”
“You did! You have no idea what that was like for me to sit there and spill my heart to you, only to have…”
Harry was cut off by Draco pushing him against the nearest wall and kissing him soundly. He made a small noise in the back of his throat and opened his mouth to protest, only to have Draco shove his tongue in his mouth, finally silencing him. They kissed, passionately, violently for several moments before Draco pulled back and stared into Harry’s hazy green eyes.
“I wasn’t laughing at you,” Draco said softly after a moment, which made Harry struggle as he remembered he was still angry.
Draco only shoved him harder against the brick wall. “I was relieved. I had been sitting there all evening, trying to work up the courage to tell you I was in love with you, and you bravely went ahead and beat me to it, and I was so damned relieved I didn’t think. I just laughed!” Draco insisted, his eyes boring into Harry’s, imploring with him to just please understand.
“You were relieved?”
“Yes, you idiot. Did you really think I’d spend all my time with someone I didn’t want?”
“I don’t know. I can never tell what you’re thinking,” Harry said sadly.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I don’t know what you must think of me, but I do want you. I have for such a long time.” Draco sounded breathless and he pressed his lips to Harry’s own, which were slack with shock.
“You want me?”
“Very much. I really am sorry I laughed.” Draco smiled shyly and waited for Harry’s response.
Harry stared at him, his eyes raking over every inch of Draco’s face until he was apparently satisfied that he was being sincere.
“I thought I’d been wrong, and god, I’ve wanted you so much. Love you.” Harry whispered nonsense as he wrapped Draco up in his arms and kissed any skin his lips could reach. He breathed in the scent of the beloved man he could finally call his own.
“Can we go home now? I fucking hate that club,” Draco said softly and smiled up at Harry who smiled back and without a second thought Apparated them away.