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Maximus Dominus	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One

     Harry Potter drew the shades and dimmed the lights in the quaint room above the Three Broomstick’s in the sleepy little town of Hogsmead. He splashed a generous amount of after shave on his clean shaven face and plucked his best button up from the hanger in the closet and literally threw his arms into it. He had a hot date, and he was eager. He hoped that the clothes wouldn’t be on for long. It had been a month since their last tryst and he was going stark raving mad for relief. His cock got hard just thinking about him.

     The door creaked open and Harry’s smile spread across his face like sunshine after a rain storm. “Is that you babe?” Harry asked, and then he waited.

     “Yeah, where are you?”

     He swaggered from the loo and his face warmed when he saw Ron standing there with his arms wide open and a smile as wide as his. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit late. Hermione had her honeydo list and then I’ve been working a lot. The Seamus Finnegan case is taking a lot of extra hours.

     “Seamus case?”

     “Yeah, you didn’t hear? Blimey Harry it’s been all over the papers.”

     “Then I’ll read it there. I missed you. I don’t want to waste one minute of the time we have,” Harry said shoving Ron’s coat down off his arms. He pulled him onto the antique, double-bed and let his lips wander. He knew exactly where Ron liked to be touched and he spared no haste in going to those places. All he could think about was their hot, sweaty bodies writhing together in ecstasy, like they’d done for so many years. His tongue pillaged Ron’s mouth with eager enthusiasm and Ron reciprocated.

     “Happy to see me I take it?” Ron asked and he slid his hand along the bulge in Harry’s pants.

     “Mmmm, you know it.” Gentle caresses turned to frantic rubs but when both men were full on naked and on fire, a screeching owl smacked against the glass window of the room.

     “Bloody hell,” that scared the daylights out of me. “Harry let it in.”

     “Nah,” Harry said in a lascivious voice. “Screw the bird. Fuck me instead,” he said and he wagged his eyebrows.

     “You know I will,” Ron smiled. “But it could be the Ministry, and I’m on a big case.” He stood and paced to the window. “You know, I forgot to ask you how the teaching is going. You know the crime rate has dropped by two thirds since you took over as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwart’s. You really have a good impact on those kids.” Ron opened the window and a tawny owl flew inside, flapping its expansive wings. It of course, was a letter for Ron.

     “Great. Who cares? Now get your sexy arse back in bed. You promised me a juicy, fat cock and I intend to collect.”

     “Just a second,” Ron said holding his finger up in the air as he read the letter. He had a deflated expression when he’d finished. He began to put his clothes back on.

   “What gives?” Harry said, perplexed.

     “It’s Hermione. She’s ovulating. I have to go.”

     “No way. Not again. You said you had all night, and you are staying with me just like you said, all night,” Harry whined. He was livid.

     “I wish I could, mate. I really do. It’s just getting so hard to do this anymore. It’s not like when we were younger. Things were so intense between us, remember that?”

     “They were intense because I had a mission to kill the most powerful Dark Lord in all the wizarding world.”

     “Yeah, but it was exciting Harry. You have to admit that our sex was really exciting back then.”

     Harry could feel the blood boiling under his skin. “I thought you loved me. What the hell, Ron. You telling me all we are together is a roll between the sheets? I thought you were just placating Hermione and all her many whims so that she’d not medal with us. You told me you were going to tell her that you’re gay. Remember that?”

     “Oh that. Yeah, well that was before she and I went to counseling. We’re giving it a second go. She wants kids. Kids would be really nice, don’t ya think? I always wanted a really big family.”

     “You have a big family already!”

     “I know but…I want to be a Dad. I do love you and all Harry. You know that, but maybe it’s time we both moved on. It’s just too hard to do this what with the wife and the kids and constantly worrying that someone from the Ministry will see us. That would be suicide.”

     “Thanks a fucking lot. So loving me is death? Bloody wonderful, Ron. Think you might have told me this oh, years ago. I don’t give a Merlin’s fuck what the Ministry thinks about whom I love.”

     “I agree with the sentiments in theory, but it isn’t reality. Besides, I adore Hermione. You adore Hermione. Do you really want to hurt her? Because it would devastate her if she found out about us.”

     “That’s completely unfair! You and I started this far before you and she hooked up. I told you then that I didn’t like it, but I went along with it because you told me that you were gay! Hell, at that time I wasn’t even sure that I was gay, but I did the right thing and broke it off with Ginny.”

     “Look, your voice is carrying. Did you put a silencing spell on here?”

     “What the hell, Ron. How can you do this? I thought we’d shag for a couple hours then go to the Chudley Canons Quidditch match. I bought us box seats, cost me a small fortune.”

     “Well…” Ron thought,” Maybe I can go do my business with Hermione and then meet you later for quidditch? That sound good?”

     “No, it bloody does not sound good you arrogant prick. Just go already.” Ron picked up his hat and made for the door, his head hanging low as he walked. When he got outside the door he turned to face Harry who was sitting on the bed, shirt off and hair disheveled. “This is it isn’t it?”

     “Yeah, I guess it is.”

     “I know this is a bad time and all, but can I get my wand. I left it, just there on the table.”

     “You want your bloody wand!” Harry grabbed the wand and raced to the door. Their argument spilled out into the corridor of the Three Broomstick’s Motel. Ron was red in the face and he was motioning to Harry that someone was near, but Harry didn’t give a damn. “You are the biggest prat and you will regret this, Ron. Go have babies with Hermione. Have loads of gingers, populate the world with bushy haired, buck toothed gingers, see if I care!” He heard a chuckle coming from the end of the hall and Harry turned to see who it was. He didn’t even care that he was in his stocking feet and that his trousers were still unbuttoned, but then he saw who it was and in that instant he stuck Ron’s wand out and chanted.

     “Stupefy!”

     “Expelliarmus,” Draco Malfoy said and the wand flew from Harry’s hand. He was standing in the hall, two doors down. He’d clearly overheard the entire altercation.

     “Harry you need to grow up. Why don’t you put the wand down for a change and listen to people. I did try to tell you about this several times, but you never cared to hear it,” Ron said, as he walked away. He gave Malfoy a curt nod and with that he was gone.

     “Lover’s spat, Potter?”

     “Oh, piss off Malfoy,” Harry said and he slammed the door.

     Brooding alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and after a half hour of pacing the floor and cursing Ron’s name he threw on his shirt and headed downstairs for a drink. He need a strong, swift one so he sat down at the bar.

     “Bar keep, bring me a fire whiskey.”

     The bar maid filled his glass and slid it across the bar.” Courtesy of the gentleman over there,” she said as she passed it to him.

     He glanced in the direction by which she pointed and saw a glowering Malfoy sitting alone in a booth in the corner of the tavern. He wore a dark suit and wisps of blond fell alluringly over his forehead. He was striking. Age had been kind to him. At twenty-five, Malfoy looked to be in his prime. He couldn’t say the same for Ron, who had an ever receding hairline and who had put on a few kilos since his marriage to Hermione. He was his though, or at least he was. Harry gulped his drink down and then pointed to Malfoy’s table where he ordered a round of drinks from the bar keep.

     He sauntered over to the table and then cleared his throat. Malfoy had been reading a copy of the Daily Prophet, the stock market section as it appeared, and he looked up with those silvery pools of brilliance at Harry. “Thanks for the drink. I ordered us a round, I hope that’s alright.”

     “Grab a seat,” Malfoy said and Harry was surprised that his trademark sneer was missing.

     “So, what you saw upstairs was just a misunderstanding between old friends. It isn’t what you think.”

     “What I think is of no consequence,” Malfoy said and he took a sip from his elf made wine.

     “I’m just saying though. I’m not gay.”

   “No, of course not,” he said and he winked. “Neither am I. I likewise didn’t notice that you are looking rather fit these days. You’re not the scrawny pipsqueak you used to be.”

     Harry nearly choked on his own spit. “Is that a clever way of hitting on me, Malfoy? Cut me up and compliment me all in the same sentence? Well, you haven’t changed a bit.”

     “Thank you.”

     “It wasn’t a compliment.” Their drinks arrived and with the nerves Harry was feeling, he downed the second drink in one loud gulp.

     “Slow down. Wouldn’t want to get drunk and have me take advantage of you.”

     “And why would you want to do that?”

     “Not a lot of us about.”

     “When you say us, you mean…?” Harry asked.

     “Gay wizards, of course.”

     “Ah, well I told you I’m not.”

     “And I wasn’t a Death Eater, once upon a time. Mid twenties, unattached and not for lack of potential suitors. You were the bloody Chosen One. Plenty of suitable wife material out there. Couple in the scene I just witnessed upstairs. Looked like a break up to me.”

     “Yeah,” Harry felt flustered. He wasn’t sure if it was being in such close proximity to Malfoy, or if the fire whiskey had gone to his head. “Well, what about you? Didn’t you marry Daphne Snodgrass and combine your pureblood fortunes. I seem to remember hearing that rumor some time back.”

     “Ah, yes, Daphne. I did indeed. We have a beautiful son together.”

     “So does she know that you go about hitting on unattached wizards for sexual favors?”

     “Hmm, yes and no. If you are asking does she know that I prefer blokes, the answer would be yes. No, though I do not go about hitting on blokes for sexual favors, as I don’t recall ever asking you if you wanted to shag.”

     “Touche. I should stop drinking. I’m making an arse of myself.”

     “After what I witnessed upstairs, I’d say you are well behind where you should be. Waiter,” Malfoy snapped his pureblood fingers. “Bring this gentleman another drink.”

     “Eh, maybe, but I need to be coherent. I have quidditch tickets.”

     “Are you asking me to go with you?”

     “I…I suppose I am. If you’re up for it. Was supposed to be for Ron, but he’s more interested in making babies with his wife,” Harry said in a snide voice and then it struck him that perhaps he was the one in the wrong. His wife. Hermione was his wife after all.



     Harry had the best of all times with Malfoy at the Canon’s quidditch match. Draco was astute, much more so then Ron ever was, and he liked the comments he made about the various players and their tactics on the field. It was one of the more interesting conversations that he had in quite a long time as it turned out. Who would have known, certainly not Harry. It seemed that Malfoy has grown up and it shocked Harry, but in a pleasant way. After the game they walked side by side back to the portkey that would take Harry back to Hogsmeade. He could fly the rest of the way back to the castle.

     “Well, this is my stop. Look, I really had fun. We should do this…” His speech was cut off though when he felt Malfoy’s lips hard on his mouth. His wiry fingers were mussed in his hair and he pressed his lean, firm chest against Harry’s. It was fiery was the best word Harry could think of to describe the kiss and he returned it with much fervor. “Wow, you don’t mess around,” Harry said pulling away from the kiss.

     “Oh contraire, I love to mess around,” he said with a wink.

     “Damn, you look good,” Harry said and he crushed his lips against Draco’s once again. Draco parted his lips with his tongue and in a second their tongues were entwined, as the blond plundered his mouth. His hand snaked up his shirt, his fingertips raking across his searing flesh where he stopped at Harry’s nipple. He pinched it hard and forced his tongue deep into Harry’s mouth. “Fuck,” Harry moaned.

     “We will. Patience,” Draco whispered and then he released his grip on Harry and shoved him away. He reached into the breast pocket of his coat and produced something and then he handed it to Harry. It was a business card with a moving picture of a leather clad man and woman inside a cage.

     Harry gaped.

     “Come there, this Saturday and oh, when you get to the door, tap the card three times with your wand and whisper the word Domination.”

     “Why?”

     “Trust me,” he said with a flashy, playboy smile and Harry felt his insides melt just a little bit.

     “That’ll be the day. What is this like a party or something?”

     “Or something, yes.”

     “What do I wear?”

     “Most wear leather, but you can wear whatever you wish…Or nothing at all.”

     “Oh, Malfoy, I’m not into the gay bar scene.”

     “It’s not what you think. Don’t decide now, just think about it, but don’t lose that card or else you can’t get in.”

     “Right then. I guess this is goodnight,” Harry said and he smiled as he reached for the portkey.

     “I’m coming too,” Malfoy said and he grasped the dirty, old soup can as well. Suddenly they were hurtling through the sky and then they landed safely on their feet in the town of the Hogsmeade once again.

     “That’s right. I forgot you were staying at the Three Broomstick’s.”

     “I was. But my quarters at Hogwart’s should be ready by now.”

     Harry’s jaw dropped again.

     “Hang that mouth open long enough, I might have to fill it with something.”

     “Why are you going to Hogwart’s?”

     “Because. I’m the new Potion’s Professor,” he said as he called his broom to him. Harry did the same.

     “You never told me we’d be working together.”

     “You never asked….Race?”

     “Your on! But you won’t win Malfoy.”

This is my first slash fic, so go easy and please review if you want future chapters.
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