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Ice cream Fortunes	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ice Cream Fortunes

Note: This one-shot was originally written for paigeey07 on lj for her birthday. Thanks to katelinmr who beta’d this for me, and aldehyde who fixed a few things we missed.

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The article came out on a Tuesday, a day so disorientingly normal he didn't think anything would really come from it. Strawberry ice cream with butterscotch sauce was the most delicious desert in the entire world to Harry. Now it was public knowledge, thanks to Rita Skeeter.

He knew the game by now, that it would become a popular order in any restaurant that served ice cream. People would make sure to capitalize on it, making it the special “Hero Harry order” or whatever rubbish they would call it. He'd have to be weary of any stranger's offers to buy him some, especially girls who tended to try and slip him love potions. The night after the article he brushed up on his detection spells – just in case.

The morning was part relief, part disappointment. A relief because of the cold winds and ominous clouds that hovered over the city like a showerhead waiting to be turned on – not the ideal ice cream weather. A disappointment because that meant his morning jog would be in potential danger to end early. He was trying very hard to live as normal a life as possible, and one of the things Hermione had suggested was regularity. He needed to have routines in his life, things that set up a model of normality. So, he had formed this morning routine of his.

He sighed as he looked around his empty bachelor's pad. No girls had ever interested him since Ginny and he could admit to himself, he was feeling very lonely lately. He was starting to wonder if something might be wrong with his sex drive, and really questioned if maybe it was all the jogging.

As Harry was lacing up his running shoes he heard the first low rumble of thunder crawling through the air and sighed. Hopefully he'd be able to outrun the storm, he wasn't looking forward to getting caught in the rain.

He started out at his usual slow pace, letting his muscles warm up as he slowly jogged up the street of his flat. His usual path was so ingrained into his memory that his feet and body moved automatically. It was like someone had switched him on autopilot and placed him on a track.

The thing he liked about early morning runs, especially on weekdays, was the solitude he got on the roads. Not a single person to interrupt the rhythmic thuds of his tennis shoe's footfalls. By the time he had made it two blocks away, his speed had increased, along with his breath and pulse.

The constant beats and rhythms of his body were always easy to get lost in. He'd sink so deep into himself that the burn of his muscles and lungs, or the strain to his body became lost in his steps, a meditation of sorts, that he rarely was brought out of until he had completed his run. When a few little sprinkles of rain began to fall, Harry didn't even notice.

He did, however, when it began to pour.

“Shit,” he mumbled as the downpour began to hinder his view. Of course this just had to happen exactly where he hoped it wouldn't – near the old Ministry building with the anti-apparation wards.

A debate whether it would be faster to backtrack or proceed forward in order to get to an apparation point ensued as Harry ducked his head and pulled his glasses off to cast a water repelling charm. He couldn't see well enough to know his exact location, but his clothes were already soaked through, and any running in wet shoes would be a sure fate of nasty blisters later on. He replaced his glasses and glanced ahead, seeing something in the distance that looked like a potential sheltered spot where he could wait out the storm. It didn't take any more motivation than that to get him to start running towards it, puddles splashing up on his legs onto his track pants.

When he got closer to the place, he thought it might be a newsstand of some sort. There was a canopy like roof over what looked like a large muggle truck, along with a single stool sitting in front, and a lone figure standing in the back. Just a few feet from it revealed it to be an old muggle ice cream truck, and the figure standing behind it–

“Malfoy?!” Harry's mouth gapped open as he stumbled to a stop, storm temporarily forgotten.

He could hear the blond sigh. “Potter, would you just get out of the rain already? You look like a wet rat standing there.”

Harry eyed the booth suspiciously – Malfoy had always been a strategizer, and Harry didn't want to be caught in the middle of one of his schemes. It didn't take long, however, for his skeptical thoughts to be overturned with the 'I don't want to be wet' desire. Taking shelter couldn't hurt. After all, even if Malfoy had a hidden agenda, it's not like he could have planed for the rain. Cautiously, he stepped under the protective, probably charmed, canopy above the truck.

Harry felt the warm tingle of a drying charm pass over his body like a hot gust of air and glanced up in surprise to see Malfoy tucking his wand away. A kind gesture from the blond was strange, but he refrained from demanding to know if he was up to something. Harry could play nice until the storm passed, as long as it kept him out of the rain.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he took a seat.

Malfoy nodded and leaned forward against the counter between them. His eyes were dancing over Harry's face and the brunette refrained from cringing under the scrutiny. He noticed how strangely attractive Malfoy's slender hands looked spread out on the metal counter and immediately shifted his eyes away. What a silly thought.

“So uh, you work here?” he said, trying not to sound as lame as he felt for saying it. It didn't help that he was still a little winded from his run and it came out breathy.

“I'd imagine that would be pretty obvious,” Malfoy said in the same old drawl he used back at Hogwarts. “I own this.”

“Oh. How long?” Harry said, drumming his fingers on his leg.

“About six months. You want something?”

Harry shook his head. “I don't have any money on me.”

Malfoy frowned and opened his mouth as if to say something, but shrugged and sank down a little more on the counter. He rested his weight on his elbows, cocking his head a bit and Harry watched as pale hair dragged across the expanse of pale neck. He wondered if it tickled.

A long pause of awkward silence ensued where Malfoy would not stop staring at him.

“So...” Harry tried to break up the silence. His legs were starting to feel a little heavy from not properly stretching after such an intense run. They trembled under his hands as he rested his fingers on his thighs. “Why an ice cream stand?”

“Because.” Malfoy shrugged. “Why are you out running around in the rain like a loon?”

“I was hoping I'd outrun it. I jog this route every morning.”

“I know,” Malfoy said quietly.

Harry's body tensed. “What?”

“Nothing. You want some ice cream?”

“Malfoy, did you just–”

“On the house, just one moment.” the blond ducked underneath the counter and Harry could hear the scrape of metal against metal. He glanced over his shoulder, wondering if it would be wiser to just make a run for it, but he was met with the sight of a bright streak of lighting followed by a crash of thunder that rumbled through his entire body. He turned back and fingered the wand strapped on his waist.

“Here we are,” Malfoy said, setting down a bowl of strawberry ice cream with butterscotch sauce poured on top. Harry gave him a blank look before sighing.

“Been reading page six of the Daily Prophet, have you?”

Harry didn't get a response. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and tested for any sort of spells or potions that might have been added, not caring if Malfoy saw. Suspiciously, it came up completely empty.

“What's wrong Potter, don't you trust me?” Malfoy batted his lashes playfully, but Harry could have sworn he saw a dark shadow flicker in his yes.

“Here, if there's nothing wrong with it then you have a bite.” Harry dug his spoon into his bowl, making sure to get plenty of butterscotch with the strawberry ice cream. He held it out in front of him, intending for Malfoy to either refuse or grab the spoon from him. He did neither, instead leaning towards Harry and taking the spoon into his mouth. His eyes fell to half mass as he hummed indecently, and Harry could feel the tug of the spoon in his hand as Malfoy sucked it.

Was it just Harry, or had it suddenly gotten a lot hotter?

He pulled the spoon away, eyes glued to Malfoy's mouth as it licked up the bit of cream that had slipped out onto his lips. He looked away when those lips formed into a smirk.

“What the hell are you doing, trying to seduce me with my favorite ice cream or something?”

Pale eyebrows rose at his question, but the other teen remained quiet. He was pretty sure now that Malfoy was just jerking his chain. Blushing at the wording of his own thoughts, Harry ducked his head down in hopes to hide it, but Malfoy's voice purred a second later and he knew he'd been seen.

“What's wrong Potter? Thinking about something?”

“What the fuck are you doing, Malfoy?” Harry practically hissed. This whole situation was surreal, and he started to wonder if he was actually at home in his bed dreaming. Maybe there had been a gas leak and the fumes were currently fucking with his mind.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm running a respectable business and have been for the past eight months.”

“Ah hah,” Harry said, standing so quickly he knocked over his stool, resulting in a loud thump. He pointed his finger accusingly at the blond, feeling much too riled up and frustrated than he had any real right to. “Early you said six months.”

Malfoy just shrugged and Harry, suddenly feeling like a complete fool with his finger still pointing, took a step back. He bent down and picked up his stool as another crash of thunder sounded behind him, seeming slightly further away than the last one.

Another long silence passed where Harry just sat and listened to the rain hitting the top of the canopy above him and Malfoy kept starring at him. This really was too surreal for him.

“Wanna feed me some more?” Malfoy said in a husky voice. Harry glared at him and pulled his bowl closer, curving his arm around it protectively.

“Get your own and feed yourself.” Without much thought to what he was doing, he dipped the spoon back into his ice cream and took a small bite for himself. It was good, but it wasn't quite worthy of the blond's exaggerated orgasmic moan that was still ringing in his head.

“Why the hell did you open up this ice cream stand here of all places?” Harry said, taking another bite. Hmm, he loved butterscotch.

“A fortune teller told me to,” Malfoy was currently scooping vanilla ice cream onto a waffle cone and smiling innocently as if the bastard hadn't just given him a hard on.

Harry glanced at Malfoy through narrowed eyes. The ex-Slytherin was up to something, he could tell by the way he was eating his vanilla cone with the concentration of a dark curse breaker casting counter spells. Luckily, it was moan free, but his lips and tongue were moving over it much too suggestively, causing a few blush-inducing thoughts to weave through the brunette's head. Really, he thought in exasperation, who the fuck mouthed their ice cream cone like that?

Just to test the waters, Harry dipped the back of his spoon into the butterscotch, letting it pick up a heavy coating. Just when he was sure Malfoy could see him out of the corner of gray eyes, he drew the spoon up to his mouth and slowly, suggestively, licked the length of it with the tip of his tongue. To top everything off he let out a small, very throaty moan of pleasure and proceeded to wait for a reaction.

It took less than a millisecond.

Malfoy hunched over, rivulet of vanilla ice cream dripping down his hand as he coughed so harshly Harry was sure a lunge was going to pop out any second. The cone in his pale hands smashed from his tight grip, spilling white cream all down his arm and pooling on the counter.

“Well that certainly was attractive,” Harry teased, taking another bite from his ice cream.

After the fit of coughing stopped, Malfoy cast a wordless cleaning charm on himself, all the while glaring. Harry smirked and scooped another spoonful of ice cream, but before it could reach his mouth Malfoy was grabbing his wrist and pulling the spoon into his mouth. Like last time, he moaned and Harry felt the spoon being worked over by a powerful suction and an enthusiastic tongue. Had Malfoy practiced fellatio on spoons or something?

When the blond pulled back to tongue against the concave side of the spoon, Harry's hips rocked forward, pressing into the counter. Malfoy slipped the fingers of the hand gripping his arm into Harry's sleeve, touching the skin and who would have ever know that teasing the veins on his wrist could feel so damn erotic.

It was as if Harry had completely lost all control over his own body. One moment he was drawing in ragged breaths, the next he was climbing up and pulling himself across the counter, pouncing on the teen that stood before him with an animalistic cry that could match a werewolf's.

Malfoy's lips tasted like vanilla ice cream.

He plunged his tongue into the blond's lovely little mouth and drew it over the other's tongue. Malfoy gave as good as he got, sliding his mouth wetly against Harry's and fisting his pale fingers through dark locks to tilt the brunette's hair right at the perfect angle.

When Malfoy pushed him away Harry let out a cry of outrage, how dare he be separated from that sofuckingood mouth, but ohgod never mind, because that mouth was now sucking on his neck and it was just as good there. Better according to his toes that started to curl.

Malfoy tugged at his t-shirt, drawing it up to his armpits before the blond was latching his mouth on one of his nipples. Harry arched his back and cried out, sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine. He put his hands on Malfoy's hair, not wanting him to stop but it didn't appear as if he was going anywhere. He alternated worrying Harry’s nipple with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue, the other gaining pinching and rubbing attention of one of Malfoy's left hand.

Unable to control them any more, Harry's hips started twitching forward in the air, his erection needing some sort of stimulation badly. When Malfoy straightened his body a bit to work his way up to Harry's collarbone, the brunette didn't waist any time in drawing their bodies flush against each other, his head becoming hazy as their members made contact. He kept pushing Malfoy back until they were against the truck and he was dry humping him with such a powerful lust it shocked even him.

Their cocks rubbed with every thrusts, the rough drag of fabric and pressure drew moans out of both boys, mixing in each other's ears and it was so perfect and not nearly enough. When Malfoy curled first one leg, then the other around Harry's hips, changing the angle to one of somuchhotter Harry's mind clouded over with arousal and he began thrusting with all his might, ramming into Malfoy so hard he was rocking the truck and bending the metal. The blond didn't seem to mind at all, thrusting back against him just as eagerly as his mouth formed broken words Harry couldn't quite make out.

Malfoy's body was warm, the pale arms around his neck feeling amazing as they bounced with every thrust. Harry could feel his balls drawing up tightly and he was about to come in his pants like a twelve-year-old boy but he couldn't care less. When Malfoy tensed, his back arching and a whispered 'Harry' spilling from his mouth, the world went completely white.

He gripped Malfoy's shoulders and muffled his cries against a pale neck as his cock pushed out squirt after squirt of his release. He was pretty sure he was dying, but fuck, what a way to die.

His knees gave out and they fell awkwardly to the side, him landing on top of Malfoy but not having the energy to move. He was panting as if he had just finished one of his runs, and surely it couldn't be healthy for his heart to beat that fast. Maybe it was okay, because Malfoy's heart under his hand was beating just as rapidly.

Sighing he pulled up a bit, looking down into the flushed face beneath him. He wasn't expecting the gentle hand on the back of his neck, or the tender press of lips against his. A little giddy part of him wanted to smile goofily, and he really had no idea why he was giddy when he was still so confused about what just happened.

“Wow,” Harry muttered a moment later, shifting himself so he was no longer crushing Malfoy. Or maybe he should call him Draco now? “I wasn't expecting that.”

“Hmm,” Malfoy turned his head, his warm breath tickling Harry's sensitive neck. “I was.”

Harry snorted skeptically. “You did not.”

“A centaur told me.”

Harry blinked and thought it over for a moment. “A centaur told you to seduce me with ice cream?”

“Something like that. Rita's article helped fill in any gaps on what I needed to do.”

Harry felt surprisingly calm. As ridiculous as it sounded, it could be the truth, or Malfoy could just be full of it, but for some reason it didn't seem to matter. They laid there in silence for a moment steadying their breathing and heart rates. The rain had quieted, only the rhythmic drips of water as they fell off the canopy remained.

“My life is so messed up,” Harry mumbled.

“Excuse me?” Draco said, sounding affronted. The brunette was sure if he looked there would be a pout on those pink lips.

“I'm trying to live a more normal life, and you just blew things out of the water.”

Malfoy snorted. “What did I do?”

Sighing, Harry pulled back and got into a sitting position, wincing when he felt the wetness in his pants. He straightened his glasses that had fallen down his nose and noticed that not too far from Malfoy's head was his ice cream bowl, broken and spilling it's creamy contents onto the concrete. He didn't know what the hell had just happened, but he did know that he wasn't feeling up for finishing his regular jog anymore.

“You spilled my ice cream.”

Malfoy chuckled as Harry helped to pull him up into a sitting position. “I believe that was you when you leaped across the counter and tackled me against the truck.”

Trying not to blush, Harry just shrugged. “Can I have some more?”

A dangerous looking smirk formed on the other teen's lips, and the next thing Harry knew he had a lap full of Malfoy. “It'll cost you a shower.”

Harry could feel himself growing hard again, already, and that certainly couldn't be normal.

He decided he didn't care.

“Your place or mine?”

–Fin

A.N

I wanted to thank everyone who has been reviewing my stuff, it means so much to me. *hugs all around*

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