Firewhiskey Fic: Harry/Draco: When (almost) all your friends are dating Slytherins.
Title: When (almost) all your friends are dating Slytherins.
Author: digthewriter
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco (Hermione/Blaise, Ginny/Theodore Nott, Ron/Millicent)
Challenge: Neville Longbottom + Flourish and Blotts + Summer Solstice for firewhiskeyfic
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. (Angst. Denial. Confusion. Dirty Talk)
Word count: 5400
Author's Notes (if any): Originally written for firewhiskeyfic in June. It was fun to write and I can't believe I got up to 5000 words for this. Haha. You can read the original unedited version HERE. This version is basically 'spell checked' and I removed about 30 "that" since it is how I tend to over-write.
Summary: Harry is invited to a house party and it's too late to cancel, when he finds out that Malfoy was also invited to the same party. It's what happens when almost all your Gryffindor friends are dating Slytherins.
Harry struggled walking down the street with a grocery bag full of French baguettes, cheese, and wine. This was the last time he was going to do a favour for Hermione that involved him bringing so many things for a party. Well, that's what he'd said last time also.
Ever since she'd started dating Blaise Zabini, it was like she's changed into a whole new person. Or maybe it was he who'd changed. It was weird to see both of his best friends dating a former Slytherin. He'd thought Hermione and Ron were going to get married; only, Ron had broken it off with her to date Millicent Bulstrode. And Hermione had taken the break up in stride and it wasn't long after that, Zabini had asked her out to dinner.
Now, he was invited over to a mixer at their place because, Ginny, Harry's ex-girlfriend was also going to shack up with a Slytherin. It was ridiculous really. It was all just bloody ridiculous.
He tried to shift the weight of the bag in his arms when he bumped into another person on the street.
"Bloody hell, watch it," the man said when both of their bags were toppled on the sidewalk. Harry had a sneaky suspicion to who this man was and he didn't want to look up to see.
But he did, and of course, it was bloody Malfoy.
"Should’ve known it's you, Potter. Can't watch where you're going?"
"You watch where you're going," Harry snarled. "You ran into me, Malfoy."
"I couldn't see with my bag-"
"Well, I couldn't see, either." Harry shook his head and started to gather his stuff. Glad the wine bottle hadn't cracked open as it hit the concrete.
"Now thanks to you, I'm going to be late," Malfoy said.
Harry scowled at him. Yes, because only you have important places to go. "Fuck off, Malfoy. I'm running late, as well."
"Where are you going?" Malfoy asked. He didn't have the disdain in his voice anymore; he sounded almost scared.
"Why do you care?" Harry asked. He picked up all his things and started to walk away.
"You're going to Granger's?" Malfoy asked.
Harry turned around to look at him. "How did you know that?"
"I was bloody invited by Theodore to celebrate his-"
"Fuck, are you actually serious?" Harry said. There was no way he and Malfoy were going to the same gathering. Now, all he wanted to do was cancel. "You can't mean-"
"For all their Slytherin friends and Gryffindor friends to get along," Malfoy said.
For the love of Merlin, he was serious. Harry sighed and offered his bag of provisions to Malfoy.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked.
"I'm not going. Not if you're going to be there."
"Well, thanks for that, Potter. You think i want to go now."
"Fine, then cancel."
"You cancel," Malfoy retorted.
"I was going to cancel, you wanker."
"You can't cancel. We both can't cancel. They'll know. And you don't know Granger. Ever since she started dating Blaise, it's like, they're this force you can't reckon with. If we cancel, then she'll come hunting us both down."
"You can go," harry said, shrugging. "No one said you have to cancel. I didn't wanna go in the first place, and now I have a very good reason to not go. I don't wanna get set up by her and her stupid single friends she thinks I'd love to meet. I have no interest in meeting you."
"I'm sure other people will be there," Malfoy said.
"Gee, Malfoy. I didn't know you cared," Harry said.
"Fuck off, Potter."
"That was the bloody idea," Harry replied.
"Fine, do whatever you want." Malfoy didn't take Harry's bag off his hands and walked away. Harry sat on the footpath for a few minutes with his bag of bread and cheese and wine and thought. What if he did cancel? Would Hermione really send the dogs after him?
He didn't want to disappoint his friends. He knew that Ron would be upset if he wasn't there because he really wanted his friends' support and Ginny-Ginny would think it was a weird ex thing and he didn't want her to think that. He didn't care if she'd moved on, they'd broken up ages ago, and now he was out as gay. He didn't care if she was dating someone new. It was all just far too weird.
Tonight was supposed to be a fun Summer Solstice gathering for his friends, celebrating the few years after the war and how everything had settled down. He kicked himself for not realising that of course, Malfoy would be there. Harry never wanted to see Malfoy, but he also knew that short of leaving the wizarding UK, he'd see Malfoy everywhere.
Finally realising that perhaps the drama of him not going was worse than having to deal with Malfoy for one evening, Harry decided to attend the event. If this was going to be a huge group, it would be easy to ignore Malfoy. Hermione had said that there were plenty of single people invited so Harry could find a new bloke to chat with and maybe, just maybe, they could duck out early. If he were that lucky.
Of course, he was never lucky.
--***--
When Harry arrived at Hermione's place, most of the people were already there. He spotted a blond in the corner but when the man turned to look at him, Harry noticed that it wasn't Malfoy. The blond smiled at him and Harry was so confused that he ended up scowling at him.
"Don't scare anyone yet," Hermione said, taking the bag he'd brought with him and turned around to walk towards the kitchen. Harry followed her.
She cut up the bread in little pieces and pulled out a serving plate. Harry went over to help her and suddenly he heard a voice he'd not recognised. He turned to look and it was the blond he'd seen earlier.
"Chris!" Hermione exclaimed. "Christopher, this is my friend, Harry. Harry this is Christopher Moreau."
"Of course," Christopher said. "We all know who Harry Potter is."
Harry nodded nervously. He hated meeting people who knew him, but he'd no idea who they were.
"Christopher is visiting from Geneva. He's Blaise's step-brother's husband's nephew. I think," she said in a giggle and started to pour the wine.
Christopher shrugged. "Something like that. I tend to forget too."
He smiled generously and Harry smiled with him. The moment between them was interrupted when Malfoy walked into the room with another man. He was tall, with short black hair, and light blue eyes. Harry thought he was bloody gorgeous and the fact that he had his arm around Malfoy was a little bit disturbing.
"Seb," Hermione said with a short surprise. "I didn't know you were coming."
Seb winked at her and tightened his hold on Draco. "I changed my mind last minute when Theodore told me, it'd be worth it. And of course, I always wanted meet THE Harry Potter."
Eventually, the man tore himself away from Malfoy and came over to shake Harry's hand. Harry felt a little startled by his sudden change in attitude. One minute, he was all over Malfoy, and now he was super interested in Harry. He did not trust him. AT ALL.
"Yeah, sure," Harry mumbled and left the room.
He headed straight to the bar, where unsurprisingly, Ron was. "Hey."
"Hey, Harry. Did you meet Christopher?"
"What?" Harry snapped. "Yeah. Why does that matter?"
"Hermione said he's your type."
"My type?" Harry nearly snorted his drink. "What makes you say that?"
"I don't know...he's blond?" Ron guessed. He looked over across the room and Harry followed his gaze. Millicent was speaking with Parkinson and they both turned to wave at Harry and Ron. Ron raised his drink at them and Harry resisted rolling his eyes.
"I don't have a thing for blonds," Harry said. Right at that moment Ginny walked up to him.
"Yeah, you do," she said.
"That's stupid. I dated you and you’re not blond."
"And then you stopped dating women altogether, so thanks for that," she said, slapping his arm. "Whatever. We all know who you have a crush on-"
"Ginny, dear. Remember we weren't supposed to talk about that?" Nott said, cutting in and Harry frowned at all of them. He hated the feeling that everyone around him knew something and he did not. It was SO frustrating.
"Anyway..." Harry said, turning to Ron. "Who the fuck is this Seb bloke?"
"Oh, he's Pansy's cousin. Just got a job at Flourish and Blotts," Ron said. "He's starting there next week with Charlie. So Charlie invited him to the party - but then Pansy had invited him too and-"
"He made it seem like he was too busy to attend," Harry said, trying not to think of his arm around Malfoy.
"Yeah, he's an arse," Ron said, and they both laughed. Harry had a feeling that he was laughing more because of the shot of Firewhisky he'd just drowned and then sipping on his next one than anything else.
"He tried to pull Neville right in front of Charlie, you know," Ron said.
"No...and then what happened?" harry asked when they made their way to the back porch of Hermione's first floor flat.
Everyone that was in their circle of friends knew that Charlie had a huge crush on Neville. Except, that Neville was slightly oblivious about the whole thing. He and Charlie hung out a few times and whenever Charlie went to make a move on Neville, Neville dismissed it as though it was a friendly gesture. Harry'd no idea that Neville could ever be that naive, given that Harry knew that Neville like Charlie too. He was just too shy to actually approach Charlie about it.
It was like a train wreck, no one was able to help, and no one was able to stop it. So they just stared.
"Charlie nearly punched Seb's lights off," Ron said.
"But now Charlie invited the bloke to the party?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "Charlie explained how Neville was his and Seb seemed to understand. He said he just has a thing for blonds. If not one, then he'd move on to another. I see he's making his moves on Malfoy."
Harry growled involuntarily. "Yeah. Whatever. i don't care."
"Right," Ron said laughing. "So Christopher..."
"I don't have a thing for blonds, Ron," Harry snapped.
"Sorry!"
Both and Ron and Harry turned to look and Christopher had just walked into the conversation. At the wrong time.
"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly. "I'm sure you're a nice bloke-"
"You know what? Fuck off Mr Potter. He tried to tell me that you were a wanker and I didn't want to believe him. I didn't think you were actually just a rude fucking bloke. Hermione said that you were nice and that I deserved a nice man. I've spend far too much of my time dating the wrong kind of bloke and maybe I thought you were going to be someone who'd want to be my friend, get to know me... good to know this beforehand. You have no interest in being anyone's friend. It's clear that you just want a shag and sorry that I'm not your type!"
Christopher stormed out of their area and Ron and Harry looked at each other dumbfounded. "Well, at least Neville isn't that much of a drama queen."
"Right," Harry said. "Charlie's the lucky one." He thought about what Ron just said. He was hinting that most blonds are dramatic. "Luna isn't one, either."
"Yeah, but Luna's different. You know? Sweet and just sort of gentle."
"Don't let Millie hear you say that," Harry warned. "The last thing you want is an angry Slytherin." Ron nodded along with him. "But, what was that all about?"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked as he finished the last of his drink. Harry noted that they were both well on their way of getting pissed.
"He told me...who is he? Who has been saying bad-Oh-"
"Probably," Ron said, obviously knowing what Harry was on about.
"Why would Malfoy even say anything about about me? I mean, he had his hands all over that fucking Seb bloke. When would he even have time to discuss me? Unless it was right when he got here. He ran into me on the street you know. A few blocks over. Knocked over my bag and all and then blamed me for it. Typical Malfoy of course. I'm so sick of his shit. He's always up in my space and then finds a way to blame me. If I wasn't trying to avoid him... you've no idea what I'd do to him..."
When Harry looked at Ron, Ron was simply gaping at him.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Do you even hear yourself?" Ron asked.
"I don't understand."
"Naturally," Ron said. "I need another drink, and maybe get some food. I don't want Millie to get pissed off at me for getting too drunk for meeting her in the loo later - wait I probably shouldn't have told you that."
"I didn't hear anything," Harry said.
By the time Harry checked his pocket watch, he realised that he'd been at the party for over two hours already. Surprisingly, he was having a good time. He was catching up with old friends, pissing off some of them, charming the others.
When he arrived at the buffet table, he saw Malfoy on the other corner looking put out.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, hating himself for caring. He wasn't caring. He was not. He simply needed to find something to make small talk with the man. With the way everyone around him acted the way he was with Malfoy, Harry had to prove that there was nothing going on between he and Draco-Malfoy.
Because there was not.
Malfoy looked up at him annoyed.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, seriously concerned now.
"Nothing," Malfoy said, sighing. "My supposed date is otherwise occupied."
"What? Seb?" Harry asked.
"Yes. One minute he was all over me, the other, he found other people to talk to. I mean he wasn't my date. Not really. Just I thought- He was my type too, you know-"
"What? Tall, dark, and tosser?"
"Speaking about yourself there, Potter?"
"Didn't realise I was your type," Harry replied.
"You're not!" Malfoy said quickly. A little too quickly, Harry thought.
"So what now?" Harry asked, not sure why he actually gave a shit. He didn't. He realised that Malfoy wasn't looking at him anymore, he was looking past Harry's shoulder. So Harry followed his gaze and discovered Charlie and Neville holding hands and walking up the stairs.
"Finally." He heard Malfoy mutter.
"What do you know about them?" Harry snapped. Neville and Charlie were his friends and Malfoy had no business having an opinion about that. About them. Malfoy had no business here at all.
"I know that they fancy each other and were basically dancing circles around each other. Now, finally, they're going to do something about it. I mean, though, doing it at a party at their friend's home - is that really wise though? How long is that going to last? Maybe they should talk or something..."
"They're both Gryffindors," Harry said, not knowing why he was defending his friends to Malfoy. "Charlie's liked Neville since forever. So if he is making a move because Neville wants it - it's for real. They're not going to shag tonight and not care about each other the next day. Or maybe that's how it's going to be. Whatever. At least, they're taking a chance." Harry didn't know if he was talking to Malfoy or himself.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Malfoy asked.
"If you like that Seb bloke you should go after him. Don't sit here and pout your pretty little face about how you lost your chance," Harry said.
Malfoy glared at him. Full on death glare.
"So?" Harry asked, ignoring Malfoy's reaction.
"What do you want to do?" Malfoy said.
"Let's go find him." Before Harry knew it, he'd grabbed Malfoy's arm and pulled him out of the room, they went up the steps, looking into dark corners to see if Seb was there with someone else.
Suddenly, Harry heard a faint moan from a room behind him. He quickly turned to look at Malfoy who'd stiffened up and looked uncomfortable.
"It's the loo," Harry whispered.
"He's in there with someone else," Malfoy said.
Harry didn't know what possessed him, maybe it was the fact that he'd had far too much to drink tonight, that he brought out his wand and placed a privacy spell around himself and Malfoy. Then, he slowly walked to the door to the loo in Hermione's flat and opened the door.
It was only cracked open slightly so he and Malfoy could peer in. He saw Sebastian there with Christopher. Christopher! The bloody blond who supposedly was Harry's type! He couldn’t believe it. For some odd reason, Harry felt cheated.
Except, it was Malfoy next to him, and then he calmed down again.
"What? Are you fucking joking," Malfoy mumbled. "With that bloke?"
"He's hot," Harry reasoned. "He's visiting from Geneva."
Malfoy looked and Harry and released a sigh. He just seemed to be so done with all of it. Harry couldn't help but smile, and bit his lower lip.
When the two men inside the loo started groaning, Harry tore his gaze away from Malfoy and looked at the two of them again. Seb was biting his own lip and really pounding into the blond. Harry couldn't help but think of Seb and Christopher as he and Malfoy. What would it look like if it was Harry who was giving it to Malfoy like that.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Please!" Christopher chanted.
"He looks good, though," Malfoy said.
"Which one?" Harry asked.
"Both of them. Gods, can you imagine, Seb giving it to you like that. And that fucking tattoo he has on his shoulder. He sure looks like he knows what he's doing. That bottom doesn't seem to mind anything-but it's fun to bottom-"
"Do you like to bottom?" Harry asked, cursing himself immediately after. The moans coming from the two men, his own erection throbbing in his trousers and here he was, talking about fucking with Draco fucking Malfoy.
Part of him also wanted to tell Malfoy he had a tattoo, too. But Harry refrained.
Malfoy shrugged, not taking his eyes off the two men. "It's fun. I love being claimed. I love the feeling of making someone come inside me. Like I did that. It was me and fucking me that made them come like that. I mean, it's stupid. I know. I don't hook up casually or anything but just knowing I'm with a man, and he's looking at me, fucking me-fuck!"
Malfoy ran a hand through his hair and Harry had to fight every instinct inside him to not just reach over and grab Malfoy. Of course, he wanted to do all of that to him. He wanted to be the one that came inside Malfoy-to claim him-to come inside him and show him it was Malfoy that made him tremble with need and desperation and hopelessness.
He was the reason Harry had showed up tonight. Even if he'd told himself he didn't want to attend because of Malfoy.
Harry was such a fucking liar and all of his friends saw it right through him.
"I should go," Harry said, staring at Seb and Christopher. The sound of skin on skin, Seb's balls hitting against Christopher's arse and Christopher making that moaning sound was too much. Harry was hard, hard beyond belief and it was one thing to watch porn on his Muggle computer than to watch it in real life - next to the man he wanted. He didn't even want to look down and see if Malfoy was hard. He was sure he was. Because Malfoy wanted Seb. he wanted what Seb was doing to Christopher to do to him.
Harry turned to leave,, close the door, and give the two men their privacy again when Malfoy placed his arm on Harry's arm.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't want to watch the man you want fuck someone else, Malfoy," Harry said.
"I don't-I don't want him," Malfoy said.
"Right. You want to bottom for him. You love to bottom for a man that's so toned and fit. You love that tattoo on his fucking shoulder. You wish it was you right there, on that sink getting that cock in you, instead of Christopher. Whatever, Malfoy."
Harry got up, closed the door, and removed the charm. He wasn't going to participate in these antics anymore. He was done. He was done playing this game.
"Potter. Are you jealous?"
"What?" Harry nearly screamed. "Of whom?"
"I thought you hated me," Malfoy said, slowly.
"I do hate you," Harry replied immediately. When he looked at Malfoy's unreadable expression, he added, "I thought you hated me."
"Whatever, Potter," Malfoy said.
Harry had not realised Malfoy had come so close to him, and when he started to turn and walk away, Harry immediately missed his presence.
"Mal-"
"Stop, Potter."
"Everything all right?"
Harry turned towards where the sound came from and found Charlie standing there, his lower lip swollen and his shirt opened up.
"Fine!" both Harry and Malfoy said at the same time.
"Hermione's guest room is unoccupied now," Charlie said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Where's-"
"Apparated," Charlie said.
"Ah..." Harry said.
"Despite what you think. Not all of us are as obvious as you two," Charlie said, he winked at Malfoy, and then started to button up his shirt while he walked away. His first instinct was to argue how Charlie was obvious but he didn’t say that.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Let me guess... you'd love to bottom for him too?" harry snarled at Malfoy, unsure of what had come over him. Why did he care?
Malfoy looked at him, looking confused. "Charlie Weasley fancies-"
"I know how he fancies," Harry snapped. He turned to walk away when Malfoy grabbed him by his arm and pulled him into the room Charlie had just come out of.
Malfoy closed the door behind them and Harry's first thought was how the room smelled of sex and sweat. He was more turned on than he'd care to admit.
Malfoy pushed Harry against the closed door, his hands against the door on either side of Harry's face. He was so close to Harry, Harry didn't know what to do with himself. He stared Harry down for a long time until Harry gulped; he opened his mouth to say something when Malfoy kissed him.
Harry didn't know what was happening for a while. Malfoy was kissing him? He opened his eyes - not know when he'd closed them and saw Malfoy. His eyes closed, sucking on Harry's face as if there was no tomorrow, and not giving a fuck.
Malfoy was kissing him. Still.
When Malfoy's hot mouth moved from Harry's lips and down to his neck, Harry released a low groan, he'd not know he was capable of. Malfoy's tongue swirled around Harry's favourite spot and then he bit him there.
"Fuck, Malfoy..." Harry moaned. "What are you doing to me..."
"I want you, Potter... is that so hard to understand right now?"
"But...why?" Harry whispered. His hips bucked forward and Malfoy pushed down, grinding their hips together. Harry had lost all sense of self control as he started to practically hump the air between him and Malfoy. He was quite sure this was all a dream. There was no way Malfoy wanted him. Malfoy wanted Seb. Seb who was fucking Christopher... and Malfoy wanted to be Christopher.
Harry wanted Malfoy to be Christopher too, if he could be Seb... wait... that meant...
"On the bed," Harry said, before he could change his mind.
"Okay," Malfoy said. He grabbed a belt loop in Harry's trousers and pulled him towards the bed with Malfoy.
"You like role-play, Malfoy?" Harry asked as he grabbed Malfoy's trousers and started to tug them down. He flipped Malfoy around and pushed him down on the bed.
"What?" Malfoy asked, sounding uncertain. "No..."
"Want me to pretend to be Seb? Flirt with you...find you interesting..."
"You don't find me interesting?" Malfoy asked, sounding hurt. "I don't want you to be Seb-"
"Malfoy..." Harry growled, dropping to his knees and parting Malfoy's arse-cheeks. He licked his hole tentatively, it was salty, and musky, and Harry was hard beyond belief. He wanted Malfoy, in this moment, he could admit he'd always wanted him. Except... Malfoy wanted him to be somebody else.
He pushed his tongue in when Malfoy cried out. "Fuck, Potter."
"Don't like it..." Harry asked, confused.
"No, Harry. Keep doing it."
"Harry?"
"Shut up and put your mouth back where it was, Potter," Malfoy growled, and Harry realised he liked it when Malfoy fought with him. He liked it when Malfoy told him what to do. Maybe not when they were out in the open, in real life, where Malfoy was just some snobby arsehole, but when he was like this, in front of him, on his knees-Harry liked being told what to do.
Harry fucked him. Fucked him as long as he could with his tongue w/ his knees hurting being pressed against the hardwood floor, and Malfoy on the edge of the bed in the guest room. He wondered how long they'd been in that room, and he wondered if anyone had found them missing.
If Seb and Christopher were missing too and now Harry and Malfoy were as well- did people think they were together? Meaning, did they think Harry was with Christopher and Malfoy with Seb? That was the original plan wasn't it? That was how Hermione had planned to set them up in the first place.
The idea of Seb doing this to Malfoy, sent Harry into a rage of jealousy. Malfoy was his. In this moment.
In...Always.
He darted his tongue in and out of Malfoy's hole, fucking him, giving it to him as good as he could. Malfoy was moaning so loud, Harry was sure everyone in Hermione's flat had heard him.
When Harry stopped, Malfoy collapsed on the bed, but his arse remained up in the air. "put it in me..." Harry thought he heard Malfoy mutter.
"Want me to fuck you?" Harry asked.
"Don't ever fucking stop," Malfoy replied.
That was all the encouragement Harry ever needed. He threw off his shoes, dropped his trousers, and conjured up lube into the palm of his right hand. He slicked up his cock before he rubbed the rest all over Malfoy's entrance.
He pushed the head of his cock against Malfoy when Malfoy whimpered. But Harry didn't stop. He had a feeling Malfoy wouldn’t want him to stop. He didn't know if he could stop.
"Okay?" he asked quietly and Malfoy nodded. He pushed in all the way.
"Fuuuccck, Pottttter...." was all Harry heard before he was so deep inside Malfoy he couldn't remember his own name. Harry pulled out and pushed in again and again and again, until he finally heard from Malfoy again. "Gods, Potter. Didn't realise you'd feel this good."
"Right back at ya, Malfoy," Harry said. "Didn't know anyone felt this good."
"Fuck me. Hard," Malfoy said.
"Like the way Seb was fucking Christopher? You like that, Malfoy?"
"What?" Malfoy said, sounding confused. "I don't know-what? I suppose..." He'd stopped pushing back against Harry's groin and Harry felt like the moment between them was slipping away.
"Isn't that what you want? Want me to be Seb?"
"No!" Malfoy said. He pushed Harry away with his legs until Harry pulled out and Malfoy turned around, still laying on the bed, but now face to face with Harry. "Is that...is that what you think? You think I want you to fuck me as Seb? I don't fucking care about that arsehole-"
"You seemed upset he wasn’t your date anymore," Harry said lamely, realising how stupid, and insecure, and ridiculous he sounded.
"Fuck off, Potter. I wanted you to fuck me. Don't pretend I'm Christopher. Just because we watched them-"
"I wasn't pretending," Harry said.
"Well, I wasn't pretending, either."
"I'm so confused right now," Harry admitted.
"Potter. You and I are naked on a bed. In someone else's house. What the fuck do you think is going on here? I want to have sex with you. I assumed you wanted to have sex with me... So what's the bloody problem?"
When Harry didn't say anything, Malfoy started to move off the bed. "I should just go-"
As he stood up, Harry grabbed at him and kissed him. Harry poured everything he had into that kiss. He wanted Malfoy. Maybe he didn't know he'd wanted Malfoy all this time, but he knew he wanted Malfoy right then and there. Maybe it took watching some other couple having sex and seeing how turned on Malfoy would get about to awaken Harry's feelings, but now he knew he wasn't ready to let Malfoy go.
Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him close. Their erections rubbed against each other's and Harry noted how they were both now only half dressed. Harry and Malfoy still had their shirts on, but of course, everything else was on the floor. Because Harry had just been inside Malfoy. Malfoy liked being a bottom, and Harry was fucking him.
"I've been a fucking idiot," Harry muttered-mostly to himself. "God, I had you, and I was just going to let you go. Fuck, Malfoy. Please... let me fuck you still."
"Is that what you want? Fuck me?" Malfoy asked.
"Yeah, Draco..." Harry said lowly. "I wanna be inside you. fuck you. Make you come without you being able to touch yourself-I wanna be with you, Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy moaned and his body shivered against Harry's. It was the most brilliant thing Harry had ever experienced.
"I have a tattoo too, you know," Harry said.
"Are you seriously comparing yourself to Seb again, Potter," Malfoy grumbled. When Harry didn't say anything, Malfoy pushed at his shoulder. "Show me."
Harry took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He turned to his side so Malfoy could see the dragon that started from just under his left nipple and then went around his back towards his shoulder. It wasn't huge but it was painful when he'd got it.
Malfoy released a sigh. "You should have started with that," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Hi. I'm Harry Potter. I'm a blubbering idiot, but I'm sexy as a hell and I've a fucking tattoo that'll make you come just by looking at it."
"Is that-is that what it's making you do?"
Malfoy shrugged. "I would come if I continued to stare at it, but I thought you've promised me otherwise."
"Can I take you home?" Harry asked. Malfoy immediately raised an eyebrow. "I mean, as much as I appreciate what we have right now. I don't exactly want to make love to you, and fall asleep, on my best friend's guest room bed. If you come home with me-I can make you breakfast in the morning too."
"Maybe you can just fuck me right here and now. And as soon as we come, you can Apparate me to your home?" Malfoy asked. "Because, Potter, if you don't fuck me right here and now, I might just die."
"You're not going to die, Mal-"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter. And fuck me," Malfoy snarled.
"Yes, Sir," Harry said, and got to work. He liked being told what to do. And he had a feeling if he let Malfoy know that, he'd be in a lot of trouble.
"This doesn't mean I like you, Malfoy," Harry said as he pushed inside Malfoy. Having Malfoy on his back, his legs wrapped around Harry was amazing. Far better than how it'd been a few minutes ago when Malfoy was on all fours. This ensured Harry that Malfoy wanted him, just as much as he wanted to be with Malfoy.
Malfoy never took his eyes off Harry.
"Right, Potter. I hate you too," was all Malfoy said before he arched up, and allowed Harry to take him in every way possible.
THE END
Author: digthewriter
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco (Hermione/Blaise, Ginny/Theodore Nott, Ron/Millicent)
Challenge: Neville Longbottom + Flourish and Blotts + Summer Solstice for firewhiskeyfic
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. (Angst. Denial. Confusion. Dirty Talk)
Word count: 5400
Author's Notes (if any): Originally written for firewhiskeyfic in June. It was fun to write and I can't believe I got up to 5000 words for this. Haha. You can read the original unedited version HERE. This version is basically 'spell checked' and I removed about 30 "that" since it is how I tend to over-write.
Summary: Harry is invited to a house party and it's too late to cancel, when he finds out that Malfoy was also invited to the same party. It's what happens when almost all your Gryffindor friends are dating Slytherins.
Harry struggled walking down the street with a grocery bag full of French baguettes, cheese, and wine. This was the last time he was going to do a favour for Hermione that involved him bringing so many things for a party. Well, that's what he'd said last time also.
Ever since she'd started dating Blaise Zabini, it was like she's changed into a whole new person. Or maybe it was he who'd changed. It was weird to see both of his best friends dating a former Slytherin. He'd thought Hermione and Ron were going to get married; only, Ron had broken it off with her to date Millicent Bulstrode. And Hermione had taken the break up in stride and it wasn't long after that, Zabini had asked her out to dinner.
Now, he was invited over to a mixer at their place because, Ginny, Harry's ex-girlfriend was also going to shack up with a Slytherin. It was ridiculous really. It was all just bloody ridiculous.
He tried to shift the weight of the bag in his arms when he bumped into another person on the street.
"Bloody hell, watch it," the man said when both of their bags were toppled on the sidewalk. Harry had a sneaky suspicion to who this man was and he didn't want to look up to see.
But he did, and of course, it was bloody Malfoy.
"Should’ve known it's you, Potter. Can't watch where you're going?"
"You watch where you're going," Harry snarled. "You ran into me, Malfoy."
"I couldn't see with my bag-"
"Well, I couldn't see, either." Harry shook his head and started to gather his stuff. Glad the wine bottle hadn't cracked open as it hit the concrete.
"Now thanks to you, I'm going to be late," Malfoy said.
Harry scowled at him. Yes, because only you have important places to go. "Fuck off, Malfoy. I'm running late, as well."
"Where are you going?" Malfoy asked. He didn't have the disdain in his voice anymore; he sounded almost scared.
"Why do you care?" Harry asked. He picked up all his things and started to walk away.
"You're going to Granger's?" Malfoy asked.
Harry turned around to look at him. "How did you know that?"
"I was bloody invited by Theodore to celebrate his-"
"Fuck, are you actually serious?" Harry said. There was no way he and Malfoy were going to the same gathering. Now, all he wanted to do was cancel. "You can't mean-"
"For all their Slytherin friends and Gryffindor friends to get along," Malfoy said.
For the love of Merlin, he was serious. Harry sighed and offered his bag of provisions to Malfoy.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked.
"I'm not going. Not if you're going to be there."
"Well, thanks for that, Potter. You think i want to go now."
"Fine, then cancel."
"You cancel," Malfoy retorted.
"I was going to cancel, you wanker."
"You can't cancel. We both can't cancel. They'll know. And you don't know Granger. Ever since she started dating Blaise, it's like, they're this force you can't reckon with. If we cancel, then she'll come hunting us both down."
"You can go," harry said, shrugging. "No one said you have to cancel. I didn't wanna go in the first place, and now I have a very good reason to not go. I don't wanna get set up by her and her stupid single friends she thinks I'd love to meet. I have no interest in meeting you."
"I'm sure other people will be there," Malfoy said.
"Gee, Malfoy. I didn't know you cared," Harry said.
"Fuck off, Potter."
"That was the bloody idea," Harry replied.
"Fine, do whatever you want." Malfoy didn't take Harry's bag off his hands and walked away. Harry sat on the footpath for a few minutes with his bag of bread and cheese and wine and thought. What if he did cancel? Would Hermione really send the dogs after him?
He didn't want to disappoint his friends. He knew that Ron would be upset if he wasn't there because he really wanted his friends' support and Ginny-Ginny would think it was a weird ex thing and he didn't want her to think that. He didn't care if she'd moved on, they'd broken up ages ago, and now he was out as gay. He didn't care if she was dating someone new. It was all just far too weird.
Tonight was supposed to be a fun Summer Solstice gathering for his friends, celebrating the few years after the war and how everything had settled down. He kicked himself for not realising that of course, Malfoy would be there. Harry never wanted to see Malfoy, but he also knew that short of leaving the wizarding UK, he'd see Malfoy everywhere.
Finally realising that perhaps the drama of him not going was worse than having to deal with Malfoy for one evening, Harry decided to attend the event. If this was going to be a huge group, it would be easy to ignore Malfoy. Hermione had said that there were plenty of single people invited so Harry could find a new bloke to chat with and maybe, just maybe, they could duck out early. If he were that lucky.
Of course, he was never lucky.
--***--
When Harry arrived at Hermione's place, most of the people were already there. He spotted a blond in the corner but when the man turned to look at him, Harry noticed that it wasn't Malfoy. The blond smiled at him and Harry was so confused that he ended up scowling at him.
"Don't scare anyone yet," Hermione said, taking the bag he'd brought with him and turned around to walk towards the kitchen. Harry followed her.
She cut up the bread in little pieces and pulled out a serving plate. Harry went over to help her and suddenly he heard a voice he'd not recognised. He turned to look and it was the blond he'd seen earlier.
"Chris!" Hermione exclaimed. "Christopher, this is my friend, Harry. Harry this is Christopher Moreau."
"Of course," Christopher said. "We all know who Harry Potter is."
Harry nodded nervously. He hated meeting people who knew him, but he'd no idea who they were.
"Christopher is visiting from Geneva. He's Blaise's step-brother's husband's nephew. I think," she said in a giggle and started to pour the wine.
Christopher shrugged. "Something like that. I tend to forget too."
He smiled generously and Harry smiled with him. The moment between them was interrupted when Malfoy walked into the room with another man. He was tall, with short black hair, and light blue eyes. Harry thought he was bloody gorgeous and the fact that he had his arm around Malfoy was a little bit disturbing.
"Seb," Hermione said with a short surprise. "I didn't know you were coming."
Seb winked at her and tightened his hold on Draco. "I changed my mind last minute when Theodore told me, it'd be worth it. And of course, I always wanted meet THE Harry Potter."
Eventually, the man tore himself away from Malfoy and came over to shake Harry's hand. Harry felt a little startled by his sudden change in attitude. One minute, he was all over Malfoy, and now he was super interested in Harry. He did not trust him. AT ALL.
"Yeah, sure," Harry mumbled and left the room.
He headed straight to the bar, where unsurprisingly, Ron was. "Hey."
"Hey, Harry. Did you meet Christopher?"
"What?" Harry snapped. "Yeah. Why does that matter?"
"Hermione said he's your type."
"My type?" Harry nearly snorted his drink. "What makes you say that?"
"I don't know...he's blond?" Ron guessed. He looked over across the room and Harry followed his gaze. Millicent was speaking with Parkinson and they both turned to wave at Harry and Ron. Ron raised his drink at them and Harry resisted rolling his eyes.
"I don't have a thing for blonds," Harry said. Right at that moment Ginny walked up to him.
"Yeah, you do," she said.
"That's stupid. I dated you and you’re not blond."
"And then you stopped dating women altogether, so thanks for that," she said, slapping his arm. "Whatever. We all know who you have a crush on-"
"Ginny, dear. Remember we weren't supposed to talk about that?" Nott said, cutting in and Harry frowned at all of them. He hated the feeling that everyone around him knew something and he did not. It was SO frustrating.
"Anyway..." Harry said, turning to Ron. "Who the fuck is this Seb bloke?"
"Oh, he's Pansy's cousin. Just got a job at Flourish and Blotts," Ron said. "He's starting there next week with Charlie. So Charlie invited him to the party - but then Pansy had invited him too and-"
"He made it seem like he was too busy to attend," Harry said, trying not to think of his arm around Malfoy.
"Yeah, he's an arse," Ron said, and they both laughed. Harry had a feeling that he was laughing more because of the shot of Firewhisky he'd just drowned and then sipping on his next one than anything else.
"He tried to pull Neville right in front of Charlie, you know," Ron said.
"No...and then what happened?" harry asked when they made their way to the back porch of Hermione's first floor flat.
Everyone that was in their circle of friends knew that Charlie had a huge crush on Neville. Except, that Neville was slightly oblivious about the whole thing. He and Charlie hung out a few times and whenever Charlie went to make a move on Neville, Neville dismissed it as though it was a friendly gesture. Harry'd no idea that Neville could ever be that naive, given that Harry knew that Neville like Charlie too. He was just too shy to actually approach Charlie about it.
It was like a train wreck, no one was able to help, and no one was able to stop it. So they just stared.
"Charlie nearly punched Seb's lights off," Ron said.
"But now Charlie invited the bloke to the party?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "Charlie explained how Neville was his and Seb seemed to understand. He said he just has a thing for blonds. If not one, then he'd move on to another. I see he's making his moves on Malfoy."
Harry growled involuntarily. "Yeah. Whatever. i don't care."
"Right," Ron said laughing. "So Christopher..."
"I don't have a thing for blonds, Ron," Harry snapped.
"Sorry!"
Both and Ron and Harry turned to look and Christopher had just walked into the conversation. At the wrong time.
"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly. "I'm sure you're a nice bloke-"
"You know what? Fuck off Mr Potter. He tried to tell me that you were a wanker and I didn't want to believe him. I didn't think you were actually just a rude fucking bloke. Hermione said that you were nice and that I deserved a nice man. I've spend far too much of my time dating the wrong kind of bloke and maybe I thought you were going to be someone who'd want to be my friend, get to know me... good to know this beforehand. You have no interest in being anyone's friend. It's clear that you just want a shag and sorry that I'm not your type!"
Christopher stormed out of their area and Ron and Harry looked at each other dumbfounded. "Well, at least Neville isn't that much of a drama queen."
"Right," Harry said. "Charlie's the lucky one." He thought about what Ron just said. He was hinting that most blonds are dramatic. "Luna isn't one, either."
"Yeah, but Luna's different. You know? Sweet and just sort of gentle."
"Don't let Millie hear you say that," Harry warned. "The last thing you want is an angry Slytherin." Ron nodded along with him. "But, what was that all about?"
"What do you mean?" Ron asked as he finished the last of his drink. Harry noted that they were both well on their way of getting pissed.
"He told me...who is he? Who has been saying bad-Oh-"
"Probably," Ron said, obviously knowing what Harry was on about.
"Why would Malfoy even say anything about about me? I mean, he had his hands all over that fucking Seb bloke. When would he even have time to discuss me? Unless it was right when he got here. He ran into me on the street you know. A few blocks over. Knocked over my bag and all and then blamed me for it. Typical Malfoy of course. I'm so sick of his shit. He's always up in my space and then finds a way to blame me. If I wasn't trying to avoid him... you've no idea what I'd do to him..."
When Harry looked at Ron, Ron was simply gaping at him.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Do you even hear yourself?" Ron asked.
"I don't understand."
"Naturally," Ron said. "I need another drink, and maybe get some food. I don't want Millie to get pissed off at me for getting too drunk for meeting her in the loo later - wait I probably shouldn't have told you that."
"I didn't hear anything," Harry said.
By the time Harry checked his pocket watch, he realised that he'd been at the party for over two hours already. Surprisingly, he was having a good time. He was catching up with old friends, pissing off some of them, charming the others.
When he arrived at the buffet table, he saw Malfoy on the other corner looking put out.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, hating himself for caring. He wasn't caring. He was not. He simply needed to find something to make small talk with the man. With the way everyone around him acted the way he was with Malfoy, Harry had to prove that there was nothing going on between he and Draco-Malfoy.
Because there was not.
Malfoy looked up at him annoyed.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, seriously concerned now.
"Nothing," Malfoy said, sighing. "My supposed date is otherwise occupied."
"What? Seb?" Harry asked.
"Yes. One minute he was all over me, the other, he found other people to talk to. I mean he wasn't my date. Not really. Just I thought- He was my type too, you know-"
"What? Tall, dark, and tosser?"
"Speaking about yourself there, Potter?"
"Didn't realise I was your type," Harry replied.
"You're not!" Malfoy said quickly. A little too quickly, Harry thought.
"So what now?" Harry asked, not sure why he actually gave a shit. He didn't. He realised that Malfoy wasn't looking at him anymore, he was looking past Harry's shoulder. So Harry followed his gaze and discovered Charlie and Neville holding hands and walking up the stairs.
"Finally." He heard Malfoy mutter.
"What do you know about them?" Harry snapped. Neville and Charlie were his friends and Malfoy had no business having an opinion about that. About them. Malfoy had no business here at all.
"I know that they fancy each other and were basically dancing circles around each other. Now, finally, they're going to do something about it. I mean, though, doing it at a party at their friend's home - is that really wise though? How long is that going to last? Maybe they should talk or something..."
"They're both Gryffindors," Harry said, not knowing why he was defending his friends to Malfoy. "Charlie's liked Neville since forever. So if he is making a move because Neville wants it - it's for real. They're not going to shag tonight and not care about each other the next day. Or maybe that's how it's going to be. Whatever. At least, they're taking a chance." Harry didn't know if he was talking to Malfoy or himself.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Malfoy asked.
"If you like that Seb bloke you should go after him. Don't sit here and pout your pretty little face about how you lost your chance," Harry said.
Malfoy glared at him. Full on death glare.
"So?" Harry asked, ignoring Malfoy's reaction.
"What do you want to do?" Malfoy said.
"Let's go find him." Before Harry knew it, he'd grabbed Malfoy's arm and pulled him out of the room, they went up the steps, looking into dark corners to see if Seb was there with someone else.
Suddenly, Harry heard a faint moan from a room behind him. He quickly turned to look at Malfoy who'd stiffened up and looked uncomfortable.
"It's the loo," Harry whispered.
"He's in there with someone else," Malfoy said.
Harry didn't know what possessed him, maybe it was the fact that he'd had far too much to drink tonight, that he brought out his wand and placed a privacy spell around himself and Malfoy. Then, he slowly walked to the door to the loo in Hermione's flat and opened the door.
It was only cracked open slightly so he and Malfoy could peer in. He saw Sebastian there with Christopher. Christopher! The bloody blond who supposedly was Harry's type! He couldn’t believe it. For some odd reason, Harry felt cheated.
Except, it was Malfoy next to him, and then he calmed down again.
"What? Are you fucking joking," Malfoy mumbled. "With that bloke?"
"He's hot," Harry reasoned. "He's visiting from Geneva."
Malfoy looked and Harry and released a sigh. He just seemed to be so done with all of it. Harry couldn't help but smile, and bit his lower lip.
When the two men inside the loo started groaning, Harry tore his gaze away from Malfoy and looked at the two of them again. Seb was biting his own lip and really pounding into the blond. Harry couldn't help but think of Seb and Christopher as he and Malfoy. What would it look like if it was Harry who was giving it to Malfoy like that.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Please!" Christopher chanted.
"He looks good, though," Malfoy said.
"Which one?" Harry asked.
"Both of them. Gods, can you imagine, Seb giving it to you like that. And that fucking tattoo he has on his shoulder. He sure looks like he knows what he's doing. That bottom doesn't seem to mind anything-but it's fun to bottom-"
"Do you like to bottom?" Harry asked, cursing himself immediately after. The moans coming from the two men, his own erection throbbing in his trousers and here he was, talking about fucking with Draco fucking Malfoy.
Part of him also wanted to tell Malfoy he had a tattoo, too. But Harry refrained.
Malfoy shrugged, not taking his eyes off the two men. "It's fun. I love being claimed. I love the feeling of making someone come inside me. Like I did that. It was me and fucking me that made them come like that. I mean, it's stupid. I know. I don't hook up casually or anything but just knowing I'm with a man, and he's looking at me, fucking me-fuck!"
Malfoy ran a hand through his hair and Harry had to fight every instinct inside him to not just reach over and grab Malfoy. Of course, he wanted to do all of that to him. He wanted to be the one that came inside Malfoy-to claim him-to come inside him and show him it was Malfoy that made him tremble with need and desperation and hopelessness.
He was the reason Harry had showed up tonight. Even if he'd told himself he didn't want to attend because of Malfoy.
Harry was such a fucking liar and all of his friends saw it right through him.
"I should go," Harry said, staring at Seb and Christopher. The sound of skin on skin, Seb's balls hitting against Christopher's arse and Christopher making that moaning sound was too much. Harry was hard, hard beyond belief and it was one thing to watch porn on his Muggle computer than to watch it in real life - next to the man he wanted. He didn't even want to look down and see if Malfoy was hard. He was sure he was. Because Malfoy wanted Seb. he wanted what Seb was doing to Christopher to do to him.
Harry turned to leave,, close the door, and give the two men their privacy again when Malfoy placed his arm on Harry's arm.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't want to watch the man you want fuck someone else, Malfoy," Harry said.
"I don't-I don't want him," Malfoy said.
"Right. You want to bottom for him. You love to bottom for a man that's so toned and fit. You love that tattoo on his fucking shoulder. You wish it was you right there, on that sink getting that cock in you, instead of Christopher. Whatever, Malfoy."
Harry got up, closed the door, and removed the charm. He wasn't going to participate in these antics anymore. He was done. He was done playing this game.
"Potter. Are you jealous?"
"What?" Harry nearly screamed. "Of whom?"
"I thought you hated me," Malfoy said, slowly.
"I do hate you," Harry replied immediately. When he looked at Malfoy's unreadable expression, he added, "I thought you hated me."
"Whatever, Potter," Malfoy said.
Harry had not realised Malfoy had come so close to him, and when he started to turn and walk away, Harry immediately missed his presence.
"Mal-"
"Stop, Potter."
"Everything all right?"
Harry turned towards where the sound came from and found Charlie standing there, his lower lip swollen and his shirt opened up.
"Fine!" both Harry and Malfoy said at the same time.
"Hermione's guest room is unoccupied now," Charlie said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Where's-"
"Apparated," Charlie said.
"Ah..." Harry said.
"Despite what you think. Not all of us are as obvious as you two," Charlie said, he winked at Malfoy, and then started to button up his shirt while he walked away. His first instinct was to argue how Charlie was obvious but he didn’t say that.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Let me guess... you'd love to bottom for him too?" harry snarled at Malfoy, unsure of what had come over him. Why did he care?
Malfoy looked at him, looking confused. "Charlie Weasley fancies-"
"I know how he fancies," Harry snapped. He turned to walk away when Malfoy grabbed him by his arm and pulled him into the room Charlie had just come out of.
Malfoy closed the door behind them and Harry's first thought was how the room smelled of sex and sweat. He was more turned on than he'd care to admit.
Malfoy pushed Harry against the closed door, his hands against the door on either side of Harry's face. He was so close to Harry, Harry didn't know what to do with himself. He stared Harry down for a long time until Harry gulped; he opened his mouth to say something when Malfoy kissed him.
Harry didn't know what was happening for a while. Malfoy was kissing him? He opened his eyes - not know when he'd closed them and saw Malfoy. His eyes closed, sucking on Harry's face as if there was no tomorrow, and not giving a fuck.
Malfoy was kissing him. Still.
When Malfoy's hot mouth moved from Harry's lips and down to his neck, Harry released a low groan, he'd not know he was capable of. Malfoy's tongue swirled around Harry's favourite spot and then he bit him there.
"Fuck, Malfoy..." Harry moaned. "What are you doing to me..."
"I want you, Potter... is that so hard to understand right now?"
"But...why?" Harry whispered. His hips bucked forward and Malfoy pushed down, grinding their hips together. Harry had lost all sense of self control as he started to practically hump the air between him and Malfoy. He was quite sure this was all a dream. There was no way Malfoy wanted him. Malfoy wanted Seb. Seb who was fucking Christopher... and Malfoy wanted to be Christopher.
Harry wanted Malfoy to be Christopher too, if he could be Seb... wait... that meant...
"On the bed," Harry said, before he could change his mind.
"Okay," Malfoy said. He grabbed a belt loop in Harry's trousers and pulled him towards the bed with Malfoy.
"You like role-play, Malfoy?" Harry asked as he grabbed Malfoy's trousers and started to tug them down. He flipped Malfoy around and pushed him down on the bed.
"What?" Malfoy asked, sounding uncertain. "No..."
"Want me to pretend to be Seb? Flirt with you...find you interesting..."
"You don't find me interesting?" Malfoy asked, sounding hurt. "I don't want you to be Seb-"
"Malfoy..." Harry growled, dropping to his knees and parting Malfoy's arse-cheeks. He licked his hole tentatively, it was salty, and musky, and Harry was hard beyond belief. He wanted Malfoy, in this moment, he could admit he'd always wanted him. Except... Malfoy wanted him to be somebody else.
He pushed his tongue in when Malfoy cried out. "Fuck, Potter."
"Don't like it..." Harry asked, confused.
"No, Harry. Keep doing it."
"Harry?"
"Shut up and put your mouth back where it was, Potter," Malfoy growled, and Harry realised he liked it when Malfoy fought with him. He liked it when Malfoy told him what to do. Maybe not when they were out in the open, in real life, where Malfoy was just some snobby arsehole, but when he was like this, in front of him, on his knees-Harry liked being told what to do.
Harry fucked him. Fucked him as long as he could with his tongue w/ his knees hurting being pressed against the hardwood floor, and Malfoy on the edge of the bed in the guest room. He wondered how long they'd been in that room, and he wondered if anyone had found them missing.
If Seb and Christopher were missing too and now Harry and Malfoy were as well- did people think they were together? Meaning, did they think Harry was with Christopher and Malfoy with Seb? That was the original plan wasn't it? That was how Hermione had planned to set them up in the first place.
The idea of Seb doing this to Malfoy, sent Harry into a rage of jealousy. Malfoy was his. In this moment.
In...Always.
He darted his tongue in and out of Malfoy's hole, fucking him, giving it to him as good as he could. Malfoy was moaning so loud, Harry was sure everyone in Hermione's flat had heard him.
When Harry stopped, Malfoy collapsed on the bed, but his arse remained up in the air. "put it in me..." Harry thought he heard Malfoy mutter.
"Want me to fuck you?" Harry asked.
"Don't ever fucking stop," Malfoy replied.
That was all the encouragement Harry ever needed. He threw off his shoes, dropped his trousers, and conjured up lube into the palm of his right hand. He slicked up his cock before he rubbed the rest all over Malfoy's entrance.
He pushed the head of his cock against Malfoy when Malfoy whimpered. But Harry didn't stop. He had a feeling Malfoy wouldn’t want him to stop. He didn't know if he could stop.
"Okay?" he asked quietly and Malfoy nodded. He pushed in all the way.
"Fuuuccck, Pottttter...." was all Harry heard before he was so deep inside Malfoy he couldn't remember his own name. Harry pulled out and pushed in again and again and again, until he finally heard from Malfoy again. "Gods, Potter. Didn't realise you'd feel this good."
"Right back at ya, Malfoy," Harry said. "Didn't know anyone felt this good."
"Fuck me. Hard," Malfoy said.
"Like the way Seb was fucking Christopher? You like that, Malfoy?"
"What?" Malfoy said, sounding confused. "I don't know-what? I suppose..." He'd stopped pushing back against Harry's groin and Harry felt like the moment between them was slipping away.
"Isn't that what you want? Want me to be Seb?"
"No!" Malfoy said. He pushed Harry away with his legs until Harry pulled out and Malfoy turned around, still laying on the bed, but now face to face with Harry. "Is that...is that what you think? You think I want you to fuck me as Seb? I don't fucking care about that arsehole-"
"You seemed upset he wasn’t your date anymore," Harry said lamely, realising how stupid, and insecure, and ridiculous he sounded.
"Fuck off, Potter. I wanted you to fuck me. Don't pretend I'm Christopher. Just because we watched them-"
"I wasn't pretending," Harry said.
"Well, I wasn't pretending, either."
"I'm so confused right now," Harry admitted.
"Potter. You and I are naked on a bed. In someone else's house. What the fuck do you think is going on here? I want to have sex with you. I assumed you wanted to have sex with me... So what's the bloody problem?"
When Harry didn't say anything, Malfoy started to move off the bed. "I should just go-"
As he stood up, Harry grabbed at him and kissed him. Harry poured everything he had into that kiss. He wanted Malfoy. Maybe he didn't know he'd wanted Malfoy all this time, but he knew he wanted Malfoy right then and there. Maybe it took watching some other couple having sex and seeing how turned on Malfoy would get about to awaken Harry's feelings, but now he knew he wasn't ready to let Malfoy go.
Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him close. Their erections rubbed against each other's and Harry noted how they were both now only half dressed. Harry and Malfoy still had their shirts on, but of course, everything else was on the floor. Because Harry had just been inside Malfoy. Malfoy liked being a bottom, and Harry was fucking him.
"I've been a fucking idiot," Harry muttered-mostly to himself. "God, I had you, and I was just going to let you go. Fuck, Malfoy. Please... let me fuck you still."
"Is that what you want? Fuck me?" Malfoy asked.
"Yeah, Draco..." Harry said lowly. "I wanna be inside you. fuck you. Make you come without you being able to touch yourself-I wanna be with you, Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy moaned and his body shivered against Harry's. It was the most brilliant thing Harry had ever experienced.
"I have a tattoo too, you know," Harry said.
"Are you seriously comparing yourself to Seb again, Potter," Malfoy grumbled. When Harry didn't say anything, Malfoy pushed at his shoulder. "Show me."
Harry took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He turned to his side so Malfoy could see the dragon that started from just under his left nipple and then went around his back towards his shoulder. It wasn't huge but it was painful when he'd got it.
Malfoy released a sigh. "You should have started with that," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Hi. I'm Harry Potter. I'm a blubbering idiot, but I'm sexy as a hell and I've a fucking tattoo that'll make you come just by looking at it."
"Is that-is that what it's making you do?"
Malfoy shrugged. "I would come if I continued to stare at it, but I thought you've promised me otherwise."
"Can I take you home?" Harry asked. Malfoy immediately raised an eyebrow. "I mean, as much as I appreciate what we have right now. I don't exactly want to make love to you, and fall asleep, on my best friend's guest room bed. If you come home with me-I can make you breakfast in the morning too."
"Maybe you can just fuck me right here and now. And as soon as we come, you can Apparate me to your home?" Malfoy asked. "Because, Potter, if you don't fuck me right here and now, I might just die."
"You're not going to die, Mal-"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter. And fuck me," Malfoy snarled.
"Yes, Sir," Harry said, and got to work. He liked being told what to do. And he had a feeling if he let Malfoy know that, he'd be in a lot of trouble.
"This doesn't mean I like you, Malfoy," Harry said as he pushed inside Malfoy. Having Malfoy on his back, his legs wrapped around Harry was amazing. Far better than how it'd been a few minutes ago when Malfoy was on all fours. This ensured Harry that Malfoy wanted him, just as much as he wanted to be with Malfoy.
Malfoy never took his eyes off Harry.
"Right, Potter. I hate you too," was all Malfoy said before he arched up, and allowed Harry to take him in every way possible.
THE END