Not Straight (H/D, NC-17)
Title: Not Straight
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 1757
Rating: NC-17
Warning: No beta. Please point out any mistakes you see.
Prompt: #007 - "Smile" for
100quills
Summary: Harry doesn't get out much, but Ron has managed to convince him to go out to a local club - for a price.
A/N: This is a birthday fic for
piratesmile331. The prompt was "club!sex, wall!sex, no angst." I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
"C'mon, Harry, let's go! We don't want to be late," Ron called.
"What difference does it make when we get there?"
"I want a table, and since all you ever do at a club is sit and brood, I rather expect you'd like a chair too."
"How is it that I let you talk me into this again?" Harry asked.
"I beat you down until you relented."
"No. I'm sure there was something else."
"Right. I will stop Hermione from trying to set you up with anyone for the next six months."
"That was the main thing, but there was something else, I'm sure."
"Right you are. Hermione is actively trying to set Ginny up with other wizards, so she leaves you alone, and you're coming with me to the next Cannons' game that I get complimentary tickets for."
"Excellent." Harry smiled, momentarily forgetting the dread of going to a dance club. Sure, his dancing skills had improved over the years, but he still managed to attract droves of witches, who wanted to drag him onto the dance floor and grope him. It made no matter that he had been "outted" in an article in the Prophet some three years prior. They all thought they could "change him back," Ginny included.
He had tried gay bars, but since most of his friends were straight, they weren't comfortable going with him. And he really hated walking into a club alone. So, Inferno it was. At least they played good music, and there was a good mix of ages, as well as straight and gay clientele, so everyone was welcome. As far as compromises went, this was a good one.
When they arrived, they found the place winding up for the night, with a fair few on the dance floor, and thankfully a few tables remaining available.
"Bloody hell! It figures. The one time I manage to convince you to come out to the club, and Malfoy's here. Shit!"
Harry's eyes widened as he looked across the room to where Ron's gaze was fixed, Sure enough, there was Malfoy.
Harry hadn't told Ron about his infatuation with the blonde. What was the point, really, when he knew he had no chance? What with the whole "being straight" thing. No sense sending his best mate round the twist for no reason. He wasn't sure exactly when his feelings for the Slytherin had changed, but he suspected it was shortly after he had joined the Order.
"Oi, Harry!" Ron called to him. "Where'd you just go, mate?"
"What?"
"I asked you what your poison is." Looking over at Malfoy's table, Harry felt a twinge of longing. "Firewhiskey," he replied. "And make it a double." He was going to need it to get through this night.
Seamus, Dean, Neville, Luna, Lavender and Hermione joined them after a while. The club had a charm cast on the dance floor so the music there was loud, but as soon as you stepped off the dance floor, it was reduced to a quiet thrum, so you could still feel the beat, and hear the music, but it was possible to have an actual conversation at the tables without screaming at each other.
Harry listened to the chatter, but kept glancing over at Malfoy. He got up a few times to dance with Pansy and some other witches that had come up to him. Harry grinned to himself, pleased that he wasn't the only one being hunted. Malfoy looked comfortable enough dancing with Pansy, but not with any of the others, choosing to stay a fair distance away.
Harry had managed to keep himself hidden in the shadows, and surprisingly hadn't yet been approached. While he generally viewed a lack of attention as a good thing, unfortunately it had allowed him to consume (and not burn off) rather a bit more firewhiskey than was wise. He excused himself and went to the washroom.
As he was washing his hands, and willing the floor to stop moving, Malfoy entered. Harry tried to hold himself steady.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
"Fancy meeting you here. Have you been here long?"
"All night, actually."
"Hmm. I don't recall seeing you on the dance floor."
"Perhaps because I haven't been on the dance floor."
"Oh, don't tell me your dancing skills haven't improved since school."
"No, I do alright these days." Of course, his treacherous body chose that moment to sway.
Malfoy smirked. "Well, I hope you can dance better than you can stand."
"Very funny," Harry replied, trying to hold himself steady enough to leave the room. "Firewhiskey," he mumbled as he tried to walk to the door, and almost fell into Malfoy.
"Here, let me help," he said as he gripped Harry's elbow, and pulled out his wand. Harry's eyes went wide. "Relax, it's just a mild sobriety spell. It won't bring you right back to sober, but will certainly weaken the effects of the alcohol."
"Oh," was all Harry managed to say before he felt a tingling sensation come over him, starting at his head, and cascading like a wave over his body. Draco let go of his elbow, and Harry was able to stand properly again, the room having stopped its incessant swaying. "Thanks," he muttered.
Ron chose that moment to come bursting into the washroom. "Harry, are you okay?" He took a quick glance, sized up the situation, and pulled out his wand. "What are you doing to him?" he asked, aiming his wand at Malfoy.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, Weasley, put that thing away before you poke someone's eye out! I'm not harming your precious saviour, so you can just relax."
"Really, Ron, I'm fine," Harry added, scowling at the saviour remark.
Eying Draco's wand, Ron didn't look convinced. "Then why does he have his wand out?"
"I was about to cast a cleaning charm, if you must know. This place is atrocious." Harry had no idea why Draco was lying, but also saw no point in correcting him. "Now, if you don't mind, Weaselby ..."
"I don't trust him," said Ron.
"Leave it alone, Ron." At Ron's incredulous look, he added, "I do trust him," and he left, Ron following behind.
A few minutes after he had taken his seat at the table, and had switched to Butterbeer, Harry saw Draco walking towards him. "Oh, great," grumbled Ron. "Now what does the stupid git want?"
Draco leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Care to show me just how much your dancing skills have improved?"
Harry looked up at him, not sure if he was hearing properly. "Shall we?" Draco asked, as he held out his hand. Harry smiled broadly, took his hand, and went onto the dance floor, leaving a befuddled Ron staring after them, mouth hanging open.
As Harry draped his arms over Draco's shoulders, and Draco's arms wrapped around his waist, Harry felt a bit nervous. It was silly, really, since they were just dancing, but Harry was afraid his true feelings might show through. After all, he wasn't known for keeping them well hidden.
"Relax, Harry."
"I don't know why I'm nervous."
"Maybe because it's me?"
"Maybe."
"And we've hated each other for so long?"
"No, that's not it."
"Oh," Draco said in response. "So did you mean what you said?"
"What was that?"
"That you trust me."
"Yes, I do," he said without hesitation. Harry was rewarded with the first genuine smile he had ever received from the Slytherin, and he felt a warmth grow in his chest.
"You should do that more often," he said.
"Do what more often?"
"Smile," he said, favouring the blonde with one of his own. Then, leaning in to whisper in his ear, he added, "it suits you."
Harry closed his eyes, letting himself feel the thrumming of the music course through his body, as he swayed in time with Draco. He felt himself pulled closer in the other man's embrace, his hands moving circles over Harry's lower back, drawing their groins together. Harry's one hand was guiding its fingers through Draco's hair, the other hand drawing him nearer. He tilted his head back, giving Draco the access he needed to kiss and lick his neck. Oh God, this felt so good ... so right ... he had waited so long for this!
"I think we have an audience," Draco rasped in a husky voice.
"I don't care," said Harry, not even bothering to open his eyes.
He heard Draco's deep chuckle in response. "Perhaps we should take this someplace else," he suggested.
"Anywhere," Harry said, finally opening his eyes. As he looked into Draco's stormy grey eyes, he saw the lust that he was feeling reflected in them. "But make it quick."
Draco led him to the back of the club, pinning him up against the wall, arms holding Harry's above his head. "So fucking long," he growled. "I've wanted you for so long." His mouth came crashing down over Harry's, before he had a chance to reply. Oh God. So good. Their teeth clashed, tongues explored, and groins pushed against each other's frantically, desperately. As Draco's lips, tongue, teeth made their way over Harry's jaw and neck, and their cocks thrust against each other's, the last coherent thought Harry had was that this was incredible.
"Fuck," was all he could manage to say, as Draco released his arms, he grabbed Draco's arse - oh what a fine arse it was - and pulled him closer, in time with his thrusts. "Yes ... oh fuck, yes." He felt the pooling of heat in his lower back, and two, three thrusts later his world blurred as he came, screaming Draco's name, not caring who heard him. Several moments later, he felt Draco's body tense up, as he too came while calling Harry's name.
"That was ..." Harry panted, dragging his hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
"Yes, it was," Draco replied, leaning in and drawing a languid kiss from Harry.
Harry pulled back to look into Draco's eyes. "Me too, you know." Confused, Draco raised an eyebrow. God, but he looked sexy! "I've been wanting this for a long time too," he explained. Draco flashed another of his winning smiles, and Harry felt his cock twitch with interest. "So, you're not straight, then?" Harry asked with a laugh.
"Most definitely not straight."
"Good," Harry said, as he withdrew his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell. "Shall we tell our friends that we're leaving?"
"I think they'll figure it out."
"My place then?"
"Absolutely."