Summary: Draco Malfoy has learned many things since the war. The most important being that his reactions towards Harry Potter have not changed and that his lust for the man does not seem to be lessening. His unrequited love causes feelings of jealousy and an immense amount of sexual tension, leaving him to feel tremendously frustrated.
Warnings: UST, jealousy, plot, rimming, post-war settings, and a happy ending—I think I got all the requests covered!
Disclaimer: This story contains characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. and AOL/Time Warner, Inc. No permission has been given and since no money is being made here, no infringement is intended.
AN: For the HD Holiday’s Exchange. This story is for the_viper_room. Hope it’s all you wanted! Many thanks to HP Lexicons for names, dates and lots of helpful information! I had the world’s best beta, nqdonne. She was invaluable to the writing of this piece and I treasure her as a new friend.
The weeks flew by and Draco saw no more of Harry than he had in the five years previous. He often looked for a news item or two in the paper but Harry’s personal life was, for once, quiet.
Sunday mornings came and went with breakfast at Pansy’s home. Work swirled around him as the entire staff got ready for the annual auction. This year the majority of the money would be put into Draco’s account for the rebuilding and restocking of the emporium.
During this time, Draco went to and returned from a trip to Burkina Faso, Africa, where he was dealing with the Runespore breeders. The morning he returned, he decided to walk through London more as an excuse to be outside than anything else. It was a gloriously mild day in January; he was quite fortunate to not be stuck inside at work. He had walked quite a ways from his flat when he walked past the little teashop he had visited with the Weasleys and Potter. Draco immediately thought of Harry’s darting tongue and felt the burn of arousal in his belly. He decided to stop in for a cuppa, and to read one of the Muggle newspapers.
Coming through the decorations covering the door, Draco was shocked to see Harry sitting at the same table he had left him at weeks before. The jangling of the bell caused Potter to lift his head from the reading material in front of him, and Draco saw his own shock mirrored in Harry’s face.
Draco’s breath staggered at the vision in front of him. Getting to see Harry twice in as many months, after five years of nothing, was a stroke of serious good luck. Besides, Harry looked fabulous.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked, effectively pulling Draco from his thoughts.
“Why? Did you miss me?” Draco responded quicker than he could think. He found himself wondering, Why in the bloody hell did I say that?
Trying to put on his most alluring smile, Draco tried again. “Do you often come here and try and relive the memories of me being here next to you?”
Harry’s face blossomed into a lovely shade of red. “Here to do the same yourself, Malfoy? How’d you even remember this is where we sat?”
Damn! Draco thought. But before he could think of a retort of any kind, a tall man with sharp blue eyes walked over to the table. The brilliant colour of his blond hair threw Draco’s concentration for a moment and he wondered why the gentleman had picked their table to come over to. A moment later, Draco noticed that he was carrying two cups of tea and trying to balance a container of cream between them.
“They had your brand today, Harry,” the man said, coming closer.
He smiled an annoyingly wide smile at Harry just before he noticed Draco. He stepped around him, adding, “Oh, hello.”
“Hello,” Draco said, just as the man put down the tea. He had no choice but to face him when the man turned and stuck out his hand.
“Peter, this is an old school chum, Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Peter Wiseguard,” Harry said from his seat, watching the two men shake hands.
Peter’s annoyingly wide smile returned. “An old friend from school? Haven’t seen each other much, then?”
Draco responded, “No” just as Harry said, “Yes.” They both looked at each other and Draco tried again, “Well, not much. We hadn't spoken in several years, and now this is the second time we've seen each other in eight weeks.”
“Ah,” Peter said as if he understood. But Draco knew he couldn’t because he didn’t himself.
Harry and Draco continued to stare at each other, both lost in some memory. When Peter suddenly budged in next to Potter, Draco knew that it had irritated him. Peter pushed out the chair in front of Harry with his foot and said, “Have a seat, if you wish.”
The sight of the two of them next to each other had the effect Peter wished, and Draco shook his head, breaking the spell. “No, thank you. I must be going.”
He started to walk back toward the door when Peter asked, “Didn’t you come in for tea?”
“Yes! Yes, I did!” Draco responded too emphatically. He knew his face was red. “I’ll just be getting my tea then.”
Walking toward the counter, he suddenly thought he might be sick. He couldn’t identify the feeling in his stomach, as it clenched and turned. Maybe it was the flight, he thought.
Draco ordered a mild mint tea to calm his stomach and couldn’t help but sneak glances over at Harry and Peter. His stomach lurched every time he saw them get close to each other. What is that feeling?
They were obviously more than just friends. His heart hurt when he thought of what else they had done together. Is that jealousy? When he saw Harry’s lower lip get sucked into his mouth between his teeth, the lurch Draco’s stomach gave in response was answer enough.
Draco’s tea arrived and he was just thinking of how to make a quiet escape when he saw Peter’s hand brush Harry’s hair off his forehead. The two men smiled at each other and before Draco knew it, he had walked halfway across the store and ‘tripped’, spilling hot tea on Peter’s lap.
“Aaaggghhh!” Peter yelled as he jumped to his feet. He started patting his trousers with the available napkins.
Harry stared at his date and then turned on Draco. “You did that on purpose!”
Draco was mortified by his own actions, but wasn’t going to let Harry know that. “I did no such thing, Potter. I simply slipped. There must be a bit of wet floor here.” Draco ran his foot across the floor as if that was evidence of his slip.
“Excuse me,” Peter said in a voice that was more like a whimper, “I need to go to the loo and get some cool water.”
As soon as he passed by, Harry grabbed Draco’s arm and said, “You did that on purpose! I know you did. ”
Calmly hiding his growing panic, and inner-joy, that Harry was touching him, he responded, “While I am sure you would like to flatter yourself into thinking that I actually care whom you’re with, I simply slipped.”
“Who do you think you’re kidding, Malfoy!” Harry seethed. “I saw your face just before you burned Peter!”
Draco’s original happiness was quickly being replaced with frustration. Potter was not acting the way he wanted him to; he was more concerned with blame. “Typical Gryffindor, if you’re that angry go attend to your boyfriend.”
He yanked his arm hard, but didn’t need to, as his words caused a reaction he wasn’t expecting.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Harry said, shocked by the words. He turned towards the loo and said, “We’re just…well…this is our first…we’re just beginning to…I mean…”
Draco sighed at his own stupidity and jealousy. “Just go, Potter.”
Harry turned back to him and for a brief second, Draco thought he was going to win. “No!”
Ah, not the response I wanted, Draco thought.
Harry’s face grew hard. “You need to leave now, Malfoy. We were here first, before you came in. You ‘just go.’”
A Malfoy didn’t take orders from anyone, but seeing the building anger in Harry eyes, Draco decided to make an exception.
Sunday February 3, 2008
Rubeus Hagrid Magical Menagerie to host Auction!
By Lavender Brown, Special Correspondent
On Saturday, The Rubeus Hagrid Magical Menagerie will hold an auction to support the rebuilding of one of its most popular exhibits. As readers surely remember, the Runespoor emporium was severely damaged by a rampaging River Troll last October (see page 24 for details on the crushing death of the innocent snakes). The auction will take place on the site where the Runespoor emporium formerly stood, and the Menagerie’s long-term supporters are asking for the public’s help in resurrecting its replacement.
Draco Malfoy, Director of Snake Relations at the Menagerie, had this to say, “The emporium was nearly destroyed by the damage initiated by the River Troll. Further damage was caused when the some of the Runespoors escaped and the Troll was killed. It is our hope that the new site will create a place where children can continue to learn about these misunderstood creatures.”
The auction will take place at 8:00 p.m. Saturday. The list of items up for bid was released last Tuesday and can be accessed by sending your request to Ginerva Weasley through owl post or by visiting the information desk at the Menagerie. The items range in size and value from a day pass to the Menagerie and lunch with the Directors, to new racing brooms and a behind-the-scenes tour of the inner workings of the Emporium. But, by far, the most exciting portion of the night will be the auctioning off of certain well-known members of the magical community. This reporter has it on good authority that an evening of the winner’s choice with our resident hero, Harry Potter, will be one of the “prizes” bid on. Start saving your galleons, ladies and gentlemen!
The list of potential auctionees names includes Cormac Cladding, Ginny Weasley and Adrian Pucey, among others.
Lying in bed, Draco read the article again, and then proceeded to bang his head several times on the headboard.
“How could they have not told me we were auctioning off Harry?” he groaned at no one in particular.
Just as he had on a hundred different Sundays before, Draco flooed to Pansy’s manor at 7:30 am.
He walked down the hall to the dining room, and was surprised to see that he was quite alone. Calling for her house-elf, Dixie, he ordered his usual fare. Moments later his food arrived, but his hostess had not. Draco called once again for Dixie and asked her where he could find Pansy.
The poor little house-elf squeaked in fear. “Mistress is in her quarters, sir. Please don’t be asking Dixie any more.”
Concerned with the house-elf's reaction, Draco asked, “Is she okay?”
Squeaking again, she answered, “She is in her quarters, sir.”
“Well, I’ll just go and get her then.” He stood and put down his napkin as the house-elf whimpered.
Something dawned on Draco. “Is she alone? She’s not, is she? Well!”
He sat back down and mumbled, “You’re dismissed.”
Dixie squeaked and then popped out of the room.
Draco’s curiosity got the best of him, however, and a few minutes later he found himself walking purposefully up the grand staircase to Pansy’s suite. Just as he got to the door, intending to open it and expose her ‘guest’, Pansy stepped out into the hall, closing her dressing robe with a tie at the waste.
“Scaring the house-elves is beneath you, Draco. Need I remind you that your father used to do that for fun?” Pansy asked, in a quiet whisper.
In a louder than normal voice Draco responded, “Good morning, Pansy! Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Draco!” Pansy scolded. She turned and opened the door to her suite to peek inside, checking on her guest. Draco saw the bottom of a foot before the door closed in front of his face.
“What kind of hostess are you if you don’t even introduce your guests to each other?” Draco asked innocently.
Pansy grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall and stairs. Once they arrived in the dinning room, she ceremoniously threw him into his usual seat.
“So, who’s that?” Draco asked, picking up a piece of brown bread and smearing spread across it. “Is that Mr. I-don’t-sign-my-name-when-I-declare-my-l
“Draco Malfoy, I have told you more than once that who I fuck is none of your business.”
Draco smiled and said, “On Sunday mornings it is.”
Pansy huffed as she took her usual seat. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“What do you mean?” Draco asked, genuinely confused.
Pansy’s eyes narrowed in irritation. “Why are you here, Draco?”
“It’s Sunday morning,” Draco responded. “I come here on Sundays for breakfast.”
“What did you think, Draco, we were going to do this forever? I didn’t even invite you over this week.”
Draco frowned. “I didn’t think I needed an invitation.”
Staring at him, Pansy said, “Well, you do. You can’t just traipse in here whenever you want, declaring you’re here for breakfast and ordering my house-elves around. Have you no decency?”
“Pansy, what is this really about?” Draco asked, starting to get angry. “I never needed an invitation before, and I have always ordered the house-elves around. Have you met me? That’s what I do!”
Standing up and circling around the table to his side, Pansy poked her index finger into his chest as she replied, “This is about you, Draco Malfoy! This is about you thinking that I’ll always be here to entertain you at your will. This is about you not admitting your feelings about a certain someone we knew from Hogwarts. This is about you not even trying to date and then whining when he does. This is about Har…”
Draco felt resentful at her refusal to drop the subject. “DON’T, Pansy! Don’t you dare say his name as if that has anything to do with anything.”
“He has everything to do with everything, Draco. That’s the whole point! You like him…”
“No, I don’t.”
“You’ve liked him since the summer before sixth year when that tyrannical father of yours finally lost his hold on you. For fucks sake, Draco, I'm not blind. He may be, but I am not. I’ve seen the way you look at him,” Pansy said, finally sitting on the edge of the table. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you! There is some sort of weird chemistry between you…”
“Stop it,” Draco said very quietly. “Just stop it.”
“No, damn it,” Pansy continued, “I won’t stop it! You need to do something about this Draco. Either admit your feelings for the man and tell him, or have a fling with someone that looks like him!”
Draco stared up at his friend. “A ‘fling with someone who looks like him?’ Why in the hell would I do that?”
“Something to help you get over him, if you’re not going to get under him,” Pansy smirked.
Expelling his lungs with an exasperated noise, Draco said, “There is nothing to get over. I don’t like him.”
“Damn it Draco, stop lying!” Pansy practically shouted. “It’s annoying as fuck that you are denying this so much.”
“I’m not denying anything,” Draco tried to interrupt.
“You’re almost so fucking obnoxious that I am willing to call Ginny Weasley and ask for her help in getting the two of you locked in a room somewhere until you either kill each other or shag like bunnies!” Pansy said and suddenly, a devious smile covered her face.
“Don’t do anything, Pansy! Stay out of this. If I have no business knowing who you fuck, my dating life is none of your business.”
Pansy’s smile did not diminish as she threw his words back at him. “It is on Sunday mornings.”
“All right, I'm leaving,” Draco exclaimed as he stood. But just as he was about to step around Pansy, he heard a loud yawning noise come from the hall.
Pansy’s eyes widened in horror as Draco’s lit up with glee. I get to meet Mr. Mystery Man!
“Where is the bloody dining room?” a voice muttered from the hallway. “Damn house-elf said it was this way. Pansy, are you down here?”
Draco closed his eyes as soon as he recognized the voice. He felt sick all over and the images his mind was producing of the two of them kissing and fondling each other, with all those freckles, made him want nauseous. As quickly as his excitement had begun over meeting Pansy’s lover, his annoyance returned, only now it had transformed into anger.
Pansy stood and Draco could tell she was panicking; understanding perfectly that his anger was about to boil over. They had been friends so long they could feel each other’s moods shift.
“Oh, there you are,” Ron Weasley said as he walked in the room. His attire consisted of socks, boxer shorts and no shirt. Draco had to remind himself that he was angry; seeing the apparel on the newest participant in their breakfast-from-hell experience made him want to either laugh or vomit.
Ron blinked several times as he took in the two other people in the room. The pause between his arrival and Pansy’s words seemed to last an eternity.
“Ron, why don’t you go back up to my suite? I’ll send Dixie up to see about getting you some breakfast.”
But Ron’s confusion was slowly becoming irritation. “What is he doing here?”
“Ron,” Pansy began, “please, go back to my suite. I’ll be just one minute more.”
“Nonsense!” Draco exclaimed, his mood changing faster than the crack of Apparition. “Good morning, Ronald. Please sit and have some tea with us.”
Pansy’s look of panic returned. “What are you doing?”
“Pansy, I'm just being a good guest. What ever could you mean?” Draco said with a Cheshire-cat grin. He took his seat and waited for Pansy and Ron to do the same.
“Malfoy, why are you here?” Ron looked lost and confused at Draco’s friendly demeanour and speech. Neither he nor Pansy moved from where they were standing. Ron’s appetite was legendary, Draco knew, and he planned to capitalize on it.
“I always come to breakfast here on Sunday mornings. Surely Pansy told you? She wouldn’t let something like our weekly appointments slip her mind. Besides, I’m sure you’re famished after the long night you had!” Draco said amicably. “Why don’t you call for Dixie to get Ron some food, Pansy? I’d call her myself, but I wouldn’t want to over-step any guest boundaries.”
Ron looked at Pansy before walking to the chair and reaching to pull it out. Pansy, knowing Draco’s game and being smart enough not to fall for it, rushed across the room and put a hand on his shoulder. Looking at Ron and knowing there was going to be hell to pay for what she was about to do she murmured, “Go back up to bed, sweetheart.” Kissing him fully on the lips, she spun him off toward the door.
Just like the good little Gryffindor he was, Ron left the room.
Pansy turned on her heal and faced Draco. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, I am hurt by your tone, Pansy,” Draco said with gritted teeth. “What am I doing? What in the bloody hell are you doing? Fucking a Weasley is so beneath you.”
“Drop it, Draco," Pansy scoffed. "You like Charlie and Ginny fine."
Draco's face contorted in fury. “I like them, true, but I wouldn’t fuck them. I fucking HATE Ron and you know it." His anger finally boiled over. "You betrayed me! You betrayed our friendship!”
“Oh for the love of God Draco, don’t be so overly dramatic. You sound like your father when you talk like that!” Seeing the shock on Draco's face as the insult hit its target, she added gently, “I happen to like Ron.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Obviously; if you’re willing to stoop so low as to fuck him without as much as a date. Is he the letter-writer who declared his love for you?”
“You are acting like a real arse, you know that? For your information, he’s been pursuing me for quite a while. We’ve had several encounters over the last few months. Last night he took me out for dinner and I enjoyed myself for the first time in a long time.”
Draco swallowed hard as his feelings of anger were quickly replaced by betrayal. “How long? How long has he been pursuing you? How long have you not ‘enjoyed’ my company?”
“It’s not the same kind of ‘enjoying’ and you know it, you great ponce. My relationship with him has nothing to do with you.”
“Your relationship? It’s a relationship now?” Draco said, hurt ringing through his voice.
Pansy softened her tone. “Draco, why does this upset you? You’ve never cared who I’ve dated in the past.”
“It’s Ron Weasley, Pansy, do I need any more reason that that?” Draco responded indignantly.
Coming around and sitting on her friend’s lap, Pansy said, “You don’t fool me for one minute, Draco Malfoy. I know you don’t like him, but I also know you don’t really care enough about him to have any anger towards him. “
“But he hates me, too,” Draco said. He put his head on her shoulder as he confessed his fear. “And you’ll hate me soon just from being with him and hearing him insult me all the time.”
“Ah, so that’s the problem. I don’t think you’re quite the ‘centre of his universe’ that you think you are, Draco.” Pulling away so she could look into his eyes as she said, “You’re my best friend. You’ve always been my friend. No one is going to change that. Ron huffs and he puffs but he never actually blows anything down. He gets angry quickly and gets over it just as quickly. He really is a nice man. He truly cares about those around him and is fiercely loyal to those he is close to.”
“Like a Hufflepuff?” Draco tried to joke.
Pansy sighed, but knew that the worst of the storm was over. “Oh, Draco.”
Harry was at the teashop again. Draco noticed him straight away when he walked into the dreadful place. But this time, he was alone.
Draco went to the counter, still unseen by Harry, and ordered his usual English Breakfast tea and a scone with jam. He received his order and took a seat around the partition, relatively secure in the fact that he could see Potter, but Potter could not see him. Continuing to peek at the unsuspecting man, Draco watched as Harry put spread on his muffin while obviously entranced by the book he was reading, ‘Goblin Affairs with Muggle Money.’ Draco could just see, if he squinted, the charm Harry had on the book so it read, ‘Money and You: How to have more of it’ to the Muggles in the shop.
Draco watched Harry take a bite and then saw his tongue come out to lick off a crumb from his upper lip.
Oh, bloody hell, Draco thought, that tongue will be the death of me!
Harry continued unconsciously running his tongue along his lips, pulling each one in separately and darting his tongue in between them. At one point, his bottom lip got caught between his lips and Draco immediately sat up and shifted, as his pants became increasingly tight.
Draco was unrelenting in his stalking, watching each move as if his very life depended on them. The muffin was nearly gone when Harry put it on the table and started to suck on his own finger, clearing the butter from it. Draco squeezed his legs together as his cock gave a little jump and the pressure became close to unbearable. He wondered if anyone would mind if he went into the loo for a quick wank.
Oblivious to the pain he was causing Draco, Harry sucked each finger into his mouth, clearing them of his breakfast. Draco could actually see that Harry's cheeks were sunken and was imagining his cock in their place. He began to pant with need, trying to be as quiet as possible.
A gentleman at the next table gave Draco an accusatory look, but the death glare he received from Draco in return was enough to make him leave the shop. Damn Muggle caused me to miss something, I am sure!
Clamping down on his arousal, Draco turned back to Harry. Draco was disappointed to note that although he was still reading, his fingers were now back on his book. Minutes passed with no movement, and Draco’s cock softened to half-mast. He was sure he would now be able to walk correctly, and was just deciding on whether or not to even approach the man when Harry stretched suddenly. Draco got a half-time show of his taut stomach and back, and sucked in a mouthful of air in aroused surprise. Harry reached one arm over the other and Draco noticed the hair that disappeared into his trousers. His cock sprung to full hardness, joining the party, and Draco moaned out loud.
At the noise, Harry turned a bit, noticing Draco for the first time. He smiled at him, and Draco knew his face must have been blood red. He tried to smile back, but it came out as more of a grimace and a groan all in one.
Why can’t the damn floor open up and swallow me? Draco thought and then had to clamp his legs again at the idea of being swallowed!
Harry stood up and walked over to Draco’s table. “Hello! I didn’t see you come in.”
Come Draco thought and lingered on the word for a moment.
“Um…are you okay?” Harry asked, frowning in concern.
Draco squeaked out a quick 'fine,' and actually managed to smile as Harry took the seat in front of him.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Draco tried to joke, thankful his voice had returned to its correct tone.
Harry’s smile lit the room. “Yes, I’ve never seen you here before. You come here often?”
Draco had to close his eyes to stop the assault of images of Harry using pick-up lines on him and the idea of ‘coming often.’ When did I become a randy teenager with no control again? he thought.
Laughing at the ridiculousness of his own thoughts, Draco answered, “No, not really. It seems every time I co – err, enter - into this place, you’re here. Stalking me, Potter?”
Turning a shade of red, Harry mumbled, “Hardly, as you keep walking in after me. Perhaps it’s the other way around?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Draco laughed and then thought, Is that disappointment on Harry’s face?
“Well, they do have a fantastic selection of tea. Have you had a muffin, yet? They’re scrumptious!” Harry said, coming back to himself.
After a few deep breaths in an attempt to shut off his mind at the image that popped up, he was able to say, “No, just a scone. It was good, though. I saw you were reading over there. Is it anything good?”
Harry smiled and started talking about the book on Goblins. Although Draco was trying to listen, he kept getting distracted by Harry’s tongue and mouth. He was literally moments away from grabbing the other man and throwing him on the table to ravish him, when a strange ringing occurred.
“Oh, that’s my mobile!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and scurrying over to his own table. He extracted the phone from a pocket in his cloak and answered it. Draco, freaked out at the barrage of feelings he was experiencing, quickly gathered his things and ran out.
Not two days later, Draco ran into Harry again. This time it was at the emporium. Draco had been going over a report at his desk when Potter burst into his office, panting a bit.
Draco reckoned if Harry was showing up unannounced (or at all, really), something serious must have happened. He jumped up and moved around the desk. Before he could even mutter a greeting, Harry grabbed him, penetrating his mouth with a hard tongue. Draco was taken aback – it was like a scene from one of those pornos he never admitted to watching (and liking). No set up, no dialogue, no explanation. Just Harry devouring his mouth, grinding his hips into Draco's. It was inexplicable and a bit surreal, but amazing.
Harry’s mouth was hot on his. His breath was sweet and his tongue tasted like blueberries. Draco moaned as Harry slid his hands under his shirt and over his shoulders, pulling to remove the shirt.
Draco broke the kiss to pull the garment over his head and moaned when he saw Harry had done the same. Really just like a porno.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Draco panted, “but what are you…”
“Shhh,” Harry said and he placed a finger over Draco’s mouth. It was quickly drawn into said mouth and Draco moaned at how delicious it tasted before letting it drop from his mouth with a small ‘pop’.
Using his foot to slam the door, Harry smashed them back together to initiate another kiss. The two men’s hands roamed over each other’s backs and Harry’s hands slid down to cup Draco’s bottom. He squeezed and brought them around to undo Draco’s belt.
Draco broke off the kiss and helped with the buckle, allowing his trousers to drop to the floor a minute later.
“Is this okay?” Harry asked as he peppered kisses along Draco’s chin.
“Fuck yeah,” Draco responded, then squeaked as Harry bit his earlobe and sucked on it. His hands scrambled to undo Potter’s trousers.
With a low laugh, Harry pulled away and took everything off, pulling a small bottle of lubrication from his trouser pocket before he threw them over Draco's chair. Draco could do nothing but stare. His mind dwelled fuzzily on how well built Harry was, but nothing quite broke through the lust.
Harry smiled and knelt before Draco, working his pants over his erection and down his legs. He felt his cock being lathered with saliva by Harry’s exploring tongue. He gave a low shout as his cock was sucked into Harry’s mouth. Draco placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders, for lack of a place to put them, and fell back as the other man pulled on the back of his knees.
The two men tumbled to the ground, a mess of legs and arms. Harry climbed up Draco’s body and the assault on his mouth continued as they bucked against each other. Harry sat up and moved over, sitting next to Draco’s body. With a wicked smile on his face, he said, “Roll over.”
Draco did and groaned in delight as Harry’s hands worked his back muscles. He shivered as Harry’s mouth and teeth grazed each muscle group as he slithered down his body.
In a very authoritative voice that turned Draco on more than he cared to admit, Harry said, “Get on your knees. I want your rear in the air, Malfoy!”
Following directions, as if he had a choice, Draco pulled his knees up and laid his head on his arms, bearing his entire backside to Harry. He heard Harry mumble a charm and felt the magic soar into his body, cleansing and preparing him for what came next.
At the first feel of tongue against his arse, Draco quivered and moaned. Using the point of his tongue, Harry swiped from his lower back to his perineum. He then suckled each of his testicles before moving back up to his hole.
Draco could not handle any more assault without some relief. As he moved his hand down to grab his own erection, Harry stopped. “What?” he managed to whisper.
“Touch yourself, and I stop touching you,” Harry said in that same authoritative voice.
“But…” Draco tried.
“NO!” Harry said, and the word made Draco’s cock jump. “Hands off…one way or the other.”
Draco removed his hand and was rewarded with Harry sucking hard on the hole. His tongue slid inside a bit and he sucked again as he pulled off.
“I knew that tongue was going to be the death of me!” Draco said, as he got lost in the feeling.
Licking him, Harry laughed. The rumble caused a most unexpected, but welcome, feeling in Draco.
“I never imagined I’d get to see you like this, Draco. I must admit I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” Harry said between licks, light bites and powerful sucking.
“Mmmm…me too,” Draco huffed.
With a smile that was evident in his voice, Harry asked, “Are you ready for more?”
Draco couldn’t wait for more! “Hell yes! Please, Harry. Fuck me…now!”
“How much prep do you need?”
“None,” Draco said hastily. “I haven’t had a partner in a while, but with the lube, I’ll be fine.”
Turning him over and crawling up his body, Harry assaulted his mouth once more. Grabbing Draco’s hand, he squeezed lubricant into it and used it to coat his own cock. Harry panted as Draco’s hand slid over him and used the time to kiss Draco’s neck and chin.
Quicker than he wanted, Harry yanked his hand away and latched on to his mouth again. Draco cried out into his mouth as the head of Harry’s thick cock penetrated him. He felt Harry pick up a steady rhythm and enjoyed the feeling of finally being with him, having Harry inside of him. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensation of being taken.
“Touch yourself,” Harry commanded. And Draco did. He was glad for the lubricant. He felt himself getting lost in the feeling once more and just as he thought Harry was about to reach his peak, he heard this terrible buzzing sound!
Opening his eyes he found he was not in his office, but home in his bed. Hitting the button on the alarm, he couldn’t even trick his mind into falling back asleep. Harry had not come into his office to ravish his body. It was all a dream, an annoyingly real feeling, bloody dream. And the worst part was that Draco had a raging hard-on that needed his attention immediately.
The set-up for the auction looked magnificent. Ginny had really outdone herself. The stage walls were covered in a leopard print and there were so many potted plants and trees that Draco wasn’t sure how anyone would be seen. The evening had begun with a reception in the main hall and Draco had seen Harry come in with Peter, the ponce from the teashop.
At first sight of the two of them together, Draco had a burning feeling in his stomach. He knew it was a white-hot jealousy but he clamped down on it, knowing it would not serve him well.
Pansy came in on Ron’s arm and Draco rolled his eyes as she fluttered over to him. “Hello, Draco. Ron’s sends his best. He had to go see his brother about something so he couldn’t come over with me.”
“Uh-huh” Draco said in a bored tone.
“How are you, darling? Did you see what that tramp Bettina Barolo is wearing? She needn’t dress like the animals just to come to the auction. Seriously, a fur trimmed bra with no shirt and a zebra striped mini-skirt? It’s a wonder her husband doesn’t leave her.”
“Uh-huh” Draco said. He was watching Harry hold hands with Peter and talk to Millicent and Greg.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Uh-huh” Draco said.
“Draco! My face is here, not on Potter’s arse!”
Draco sighed and said, “I heard you. Lace trim bra…blah, blah, blah…husband leave her.”
Pansy’s eyes narrowed. “Draco, that’s it! If you don’t say something to him, I will!”
“He has a date tonight. I will not ruin their evening, as much as I bloody well want to strangle him,” Draco answered, turning back to her. “Let’s go into the dining room.
The two went into the next room and watched as the other guests arrived. Pansy gossiped, but Draco kept his eyes trained on Potter. He was not surprised when Potter saw him and pulled Peter over to say hello.
“Draco, nice to see you,” Harry said and shook his hand. “Pansy Parkinson, this is my boyfriend, Peter Wiseguard.”
Pansy looked Peter up and down and then turned back to Potter. “I didn’t hear or read that you had a boyfriend, Potter. Now you know that little tidbit would have gotten out!”
“Don’t mind her, Peter,” Draco said with as much class as he could muster. “She’s a bit of a gossip hound. Welcome to our event.” He stuck his hand out, but Peter just looked at it.
“Yeah, thanks. We’ll see you two later?” he said as he pulled Harry away.
“Nice guy,” Pansy said, not hiding her sarcasm at all.
Draco watched them walk away and mumbled, “Well, that might be because of me. Spilled a hot cup of tea on him the last time I saw him.”
“Draco!” Pansy said, as if she was scandalized. But he saw her smile at the retreating men.
Dinner went as planned and Draco was saved from having to share a table with Weasley. They chose to sit with Potter, and as the crowd moved to the auction room, Pansy darted over.
“I don’t think he likes him as much as you think.”
“Who, Harry or Peter?”
“Harry, of course. I got the impression all through dinner that he was just stringing him along. He didn’t listen to any of his stories and they bickered a bit about Harry’s table manners.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Why, pray tell, are you sharing this with me?”
“No reason,” Pansy said slyly. “No reason at all.”
Charlie ran the auction with ease. Draco’s responsibility was to keep track of the running total and bidders, while Ginny took down each winner’s information for delivery. Draco was thrilled when Adrian Pucey didn’t get a starting bid. Eventually, some poor sucker felt bad for him and offered five Sickles, much less than any of the other items. Charlie yelled ‘Sold’ just to get him off stage. They went through all the items and had just finished auctioning off all the people when Charlie announced the final item.
Ladies and gentlemen: the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The next person up for bid is my good friend, Harry Potter!”
The place erupted and the bidding began in a frenzy of people shouting. Draco was having trouble keeping up with the amounts and bidders. Finally, when the price got to 500 Galleons, the bidding was between two people and the room got quiet. Draco looked up to get the names and saw that the bidders were Peter and Colin Creevey. The two of them were glaring at each other. He snuck a glance at Harry and noticed that he looked miserable. He was watching the volleying money-talk between the two men and the higher it went, the more his shoulders sagged.
Draco was very distressed at seeing Harry miserable and he decided to put an end to all of it. “1,000 Galleons!” he yelled out.
Everyone turned and looked at him, including Harry who gave him a little smile. That energized Draco and he was ready for anything.
“Draco,” Ginny whispered, “what are you doing? This auction is for you! Your emporium is getting all the money. Let those two idiots fight it out!”
“1,100 Galleons,” Peter yelled out.
Colin looked between the two and said, “That’s it for me. You two can have him!”
“1,200 Galleons,” Draco yelled, looking directly at Harry’s smile.
“1,300 Galleons,” Peter said.
“1,500 Galleons,” Draco replied.
“Draco, what in the bloody hell are you doing?” Ginny spat. But Draco continued to stare at Harry.
“1,600 Galleons,” Peter tried again.
Draco had had enough. He was a Malfoy and Malfoy’s always got what they wanted. “2,500 Galleons!”
The entire crowd seemed to gasp in surprise. 2,500 Galleons was more than all the other items put together.
“Are…are you sure, Draco?” Charlie croaked out. He looked at Peter who looked angry enough to spit, and watched him sit down.
“2,500 going once…twice…SOLD!” Charlie yelled.
Harry never lost eye contact with Draco as the place went wild. Draco could hear Ginny questioning him and Pansy muttering ‘It’s about time.’ But Harry kept right on walking towards him, the smile never falling.
“Wow, Draco, when you buy, you buy with a bang!” Harry said as he got closer.
Draco could only think to reply, “Malfoy’s always get what they want.”
This caused Harry to miss a step but he righted himself and questioned, “And what do you want, Malfoy?”
Draco had been put into Slytherin for a reason. He was not brave, so he could not be put into Gryffindor. And he was more crafty than smart or loyal. But, in that moment, he felt an energy flow through him that he’d never felt before. The word, “You” was out of his mouth before he could even think it.
Harry’s smile widened and he said, “Really? I thought it was just one sided all along.” Suddenly remembering the crowd, he pulled Draco aside. “You never seemed to be interested. I have had the biggest crush on you these last few months.” Harry looked nervous at his own confession.
Draco’s jaw dropped as he processed the information. He decided to put it to good use and grabbed Harry. The kiss between the two was hot and wet and wonderful. The room went away, as far as Draco was concerned, and as the kiss broke Harry smiled and said, “Mmm…that was everything I dreamed it would be.”
Saturday February 14, 2009
The ‘Commitment Ceremony of the Century’ to take place tonight at Malfoy Manor!
By Lavender Brown, Special Correspondent
After only a year of dating and absolutely scandalous outings, the Wizarding World’s beloved ‘Chosen One’, Harry Potter, will wed boyfriend and war hero Draco Malfoy. The commitment ceremony will take place in the west atrium of Malfoy Manor, and the couple will exchange their vows as the sun above Wiltshire sets. Only ten of the couple's closest friends will witness the ceremony, but the reception that will follow on the grounds of the Manor should be an extravagant event with over 150 guests in attendance.
As a means of security, all guests have been given special coordinates for arrival. Pansy Parkinson-Weasley had this to say, “The (black-tie) guests will be Apparating to a specific room in the Manor and will be tested for magical signatures to ensure the hosts of their identities." The guests will then be escorted to the tent for an evening of dinner and dancing and some Muggle thing called 'fireworks' (see the ad on page 36 on how to buy Weasleys’ Wild-Fire Whiz-Bangs, similar to Muggle Fireworks, through Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes).
You may remember that last year, at the Rubeus Hagrid Magical Menagerie auction, Mr. Malfoy won the right to an evening of his choice with our hero, Harry. While it is not known what happened that night, the event sparked off a whirlwind romance between the two that has been highlighted through this column, and has created fireworks of its own!
Tonight's commitment ceremony will put an end to the age-old question of ‘When will Harry meet his Prince Charming?’ This correspondent, and many of the readers who have sent owl post, are happy to know that Draco Malfoy turned out to be the last frog Harry will ever have to kiss.