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A Vicious Tangle (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The address Potter had sent turned out to be to a muggle club, though not the same one they had both frequented not so long ago.
There was a long line winding down the sidewalk, packed full of men and women hoping for a chance to make it through the door before the night was through. Draco didn't wait in line, he simply strode past the horde of people in his finely pressed, untucked blue button up and ridiculously expensive but so incredibly comfortable black jeans that hugged him in all the right places, and right up to the bouncer. Moments later he was stepping through the door and was immediately accosted by the ear splitting thump of music, his eyes struggling for a moment to adjust to the dim lighting, making him feel far older than he truly was.
But Merlin, the place was loud and absolutely nothing about it even hinted at being an establishment Potter would darken with his shadow let alone choose as a gathering place for himself and his Gryffindor attachments.
He came to a stop at the top of the stairs overlooking the dance floor and let his gaze wander as he hesitated - once more overrun with anxiety over his decision to accept Potter's invitation. He had been so close to not coming at all. He had cooked and eaten a lazy dinner, slipped into his pajamas, and had curled up with a book on his sofa, and then proceeded to just stare unseeingly at the page - his mind wandering off and picturing Potter in a club, getting stumbling drunk, and then grabbing the nearest bloke and...
He had snapped the book shut and was dressed before he even knew what the hell he was doing. The thought of Potter grinding into some nameless, faceless man making his blood boil for reasons he didn't want to dwell on.
Now he was here - albeit unfashionably late - and found that he had no clue why he was even considering spending the evening with Potter and his friends, considering all but Weasley still mostly loathed him. Gods what if Ginevra was there amongst them all? What had he been thinking? He couldn't...no, he was fucking insane. He needed to leave, to slip back into his flat, and pretend he hadn't just run here to make sure Potter ended up going home unsatisfied. Or satisfied by his hand.
Draco growled at his traitorous thought, he had resolved to put this Potter business behind himself. He needed to, if that night with Potter in his bed and Pansy's unnerving question afterward had taught him anything. He couldn't afford to get in any deeper and as much as he tried to pretend that they may be able to continue on as usual, deep down Draco knew better, knew that the next time they found themselves tumbling together would change everything. And he feared he wouldn't be able to hide that fact from Potter.
"Draco, you came." A wispy voice said from behind him, startling him out of his thoughts, the woman's voice so low it was a miracle he could even hear her above all the noise.
He twisted around to find Luna Lovegood smiling dreamily at him, her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail of soft curls, corked earrings hanging from her delicate lobes, and a vibrant purple and yellow dress wrapped loosely around her slim body. She hardly looked a day older than she had at seventeen, cheeks slightly pink from the night, a plethora of silver bangles clinking together on her wrist as she raised her arms to envelope him in an awkward hug.
Well awkward for him anyway, she didn't seem to notice his spine stiffening upon contact or the fact that his arms stayed motionless at his side.
"Good timing to." She grasped his hand and started tugging him along behind her, weaving down the stairs and through the crowd.
"Good timing?" He pitched his voice over the music and quickly sidestepped a couple from bowling him over.
Luna nodded and threaded their fingers together when Draco tried to discreetly pull away. "Oh yes, Harry was about to turn purple."
"What?" Draco wrinkled his brow in confusion.
"Mhmm." She nodded, like that explained everything and Draco was just about to demand she elaborate when they were ascending three deep set steps and found themselves in a slightly secluded alcove with a large rounded booth in the corner littered with familiar looking people. "Look who I found!" She proclaimed to the laughing group.
Draco wanted very much to slip under an invisibility cloak just then as all eyes turned suspiciously to him, his own gaze quickly finding Potter's as the obviously tipsy man straightened his back and grinned at him, the glass in his hand sloshing precariously. "You made it!" He exclaimed, looking right then left with a frown as he suddenly seemed to realize that he was boxed in.
"And only three hours late." Weasley nodded, patting his friend on the back. "What did I tell ya Harry?"
Potter flushed, his gaze sliding seeming unbidden back to Draco. "Yeah, yeah." He grumbled.
"Well, sit Malfoy." Weasley slung his arm over Granger who had yet to look directly at Draco. "Name your drink mate."
"Gin." Potter blurted out then promptly bit his lip like the word had escaped without his permission, forcing Draco to reconsider his earlier assumption that the man was tipsy. He had been wrong apparently and now that he could see his unfocused eyes more clearly as he slipped into an empty spot it was undeniably clear that Potter was very nearly wasted.
Weasley laughed and shoved a glass of water at Potter. "Drink." He instructed before glancing back around the table. "Whose turn to fetch the drinks?"
"I'll do it." Longbottom slipped from the booth opposite Draco, drawing his gaze to the man who only seemed to get handsomer each time he saw him. Aging only seemed to agree with the former pudgy, stuttering, gardening fanatic. These day's he was downright gorgeous with his deep brown eyes, his tall fit figure, and his strong hands that always seemed a tad darker due to the fact that he spent so much time elbow deep in soil. Neville Longbottom had somehow managed to achieve possession of a laid-back demeanor and a slick tongue that made him easy to get along with.
It was odd to think that out of all the former Gryffindor’s, Longbottom was the most...welcoming to Draco's presence.
"Anything else?" Longbottom asked, shifting a loving smile down at the girl who had been sitting next to him. "Hannah?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No more for me." She replied in a high, sweet voice that embodied everything Draco knew about Hufflepuffs in the span of one sentence.
"Get another pitcher." Dean Thomas piped in around a mouth full of crisps, the man's shoulders slumped a little on the left like he was having a hard time staying completely upright, his weight leaning heavily on Seamus Finnigan who was openly assessing Draco with a curious look. Finnigan still had the same short sandy blonde hair, the same mischievous hazelnut eyes, and the same outward projection of trouble that had only seemed to intensify with age - making Draco firmly believe that just by looking at him that the night would take a drastic turn if he toed to close to the line near him.
"And a whiskey." Potter added as Granger tisked, Draco's gaze sliding from the Irish man and back over to Potter. "What?" He scowled at his friend.
"Harry don't you think -"
"Ah lay off 'im Hermione, it's a man's inherent right to get pissed on his birthday." Finnigan laughed, propping his shoulder more steadily against Thomas as the dark man tipped heavy towards him.
"Birthday?" Draco repeated before he could stop himself, Lovegood dropping into the booth beside him as Longbottom disappeared towards the bar.
"Erm." Potter shifted, rolling his shoulders back and rubbing at his neck, peaking at Draco shyly through his fringe.
"To Harry!" Thomas hollered. "Defying death since infancy." He thrust his mostly empty glass in the air dramatically.
"A lion of a man!" Finnigan joined in, his glass clinking with his friends.
"Honestly." Granger mumbled, her own glass rising none the less. "Happy birthday Harry."
"Best damn mate to ever live!" Weasley laughed, nudging his girlfriend until she could no longer keep the smile from her lips.
"Yeah okay...stop now." Potter muttered in embarrassment as all the glasses in the air sloshed against each other before being downed by their respective owners, Potter's green eyes darting quickly to Draco's bemused gaze. And just like that the awkward moment that had fallen over them when Draco had appeared at their table was gone, resting solely on Draco's shoulders now as all the occupants (which was thankfully Ginny free) laughed and burst into chatter all at once - like a storm of unorganized chaos.
Pansy would be in bloody heaven listening to them all, though Draco had no idea how on earth any of them could pay proper attention to any one subject - his neck quickly protesting as he found himself glancing back and forth, listening quietly and trying to keep track of everyone around him. Finnigan was just as loud as ever, his voice a boom. Granger somehow managed to draw the Hannah girl (whom Draco could vaguely recall from school) into a discussion about the rights of gnomes - Longbottom returning with the drinks and then listening with a satisfied smile every time the blonde girl opened her mouth and participated in the conversation. Weasley on the other hand couldn't have been less interested in his girlfriend’s choice of topic and joked crassly with Thomas as Potter tried to be a part of all conversations while shooting Draco small smiles and mouthing little questions his way whenever there was a loll in the noise level.
Lovegood was off in a world of her own, though perhaps if Draco could be bothered enough to stop trying to decipher the words Potter was trying to get across to him he would have had more of an active participation in the conversation she was having with him.
And that's how it went for nearly an hour. Then Finnigan started regaling everyone with a story about a coworker who liked brooms a little too much while Thomas blinked rapidly to keep from passing right out on the table and Weasley laughing so hard he shot beer right out his nose and Granger looking positively like she was the one with a broom up her arse. Hannah just smiled and nodded, her voice much too quiet to possibly be heard even when she did open her mouth, and Lovegood kept swiping Draco's gin and taking tiny sips with a pronounced wrinkle to her nose.
"Tastes like trees." She hummed after the tenth time stealing it.
"Yes." Draco drawled, grabbing it back and sucking the rest down until only the lime wedge was left.
"I do love trees." She mused. "Bit like kissing Harry I'd assume."
"What?" Draco shot her a startled look, thanking Merlin that Thomas had just spilled the pitcher all over his lap and the entire table was currently caught up in either breath stealing laughter or discreetly trying to spell the mess away.
She blinked her large blue eyes and smiled widely. "He smells like a forest, quiet calming."
"I don't -" Draco frowned deeply and bit into his cheek, his eyes darting to Potter, the dark haired man laughing loudly with his skin flushed from the alcohol and his green eyes bright as tears pricked the corners. His lips were darker than usual, plump as he shouted at Finnigan and swore when the Irish man threw the wet napkin in his face. "You've...with him?"
Lovegood chuckled and shook her head, her cork earrings bouncing against her neck. "No...no but I image it would be nice."
"Because he'd taste like trees?" Draco shifted in his seat, wishing his glass wasn't dry because Merlin did he need to drink more. He didn't need Lovegood planting thoughts like that in his head, not when he spent far too much time as it was thinking about how he would taste.
"Oh yes." Luna nodded enthusiastically and then with no further warning she was slipping beneath the table and a moment later Potter was jumping in his spot with a startled yelp - her blonde head poking up as she climbed right onto his lap.
"Umm, Luna?" Potter was squinting at her, looking startled and yet somehow accepting, like having the girl suddenly appear on his lap wasn't an odd sort of occurrence in the least, his hands going immediately to her sides to steady her as the table went quiet.
"Hullo Harry." She smiled and then grabbed his face between her dainty hands and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that had the briefest flash of tongue as Potter yelped again and Draco felt his entire body tense and a burning fire ignite in his veins. "Mhmm, very soothing." She said as she pulled back with a friendly smile at Potter's dumbstruck expression.
"Erm, thanks?" He cleared his throat and glanced quickly around the table.
"You're very welcome." She nodded as Finnigan snickered and Thomas let out a barking laugh - Longbottom catching Draco's eyes for a moment before he leaned towards Hannah and whispered something in her ear.
"Where's my kiss Luna?" Thomas leered at her, leaning towards them and nearly following atop Finnigan in the process.
Lovegood laughed. "Silly, you don't smell like trees." And then she was back under the table and popping next to Draco once more with a far off look on her face.
"Bloody luck you've got mate." Thomas grumbled. "Always one for the ladies."
"I'll say, going to tell us about the lucky lass now 'Arry?" Finnigan wiggled an eyebrow at Potter as he reached out and tugged on the collar of his friend’s shirt - revealing for a second too long and to Draco's utter mortification, the marks on his collar and neck before Potter managed to smack Seamus's hand away and tug his shirt back into place.
"Bugger off." Potter snapped, his gaze fixed on the table and his cheeks flaming.
"Ohhh this is going to be a good one eh? Come on we're starved for actions ain't we?" Finnigan dropped his elbows onto the table and nearly knocked over his own glass in the process.
"Nothing to tell." Potter grumbled, downing the rest of his whiskey and purposely keeping his gaze away from Draco.
"Doesn't look like nothing, looks like someone found themselves a real slut." Dean piped in as Draco bristled. "And as your friends we deserve the gritty details."
"No." Potter ground out, his hand dragging nervously through his hair.
"Oh come on boys, let him keep his secret if he wants." Weasley admonished and Draco had never liked the man more than he did in that instance. "He deserves his kicks like anyone else." He added, his eyes jumping to Draco for one horrifying moment, almost like he could sense the tense coil of the blonde's muscles or the way his hands were curling harshly over his thighs.
Fuck it.
"You like her Harry?" Longbottom asked as Thomas and Finnigan grumbled to each other, his tone soft and thoughtful - the question making Draco's heart slow to a painful rhythm as he waited for his answer, unsure what words he wanted to hear spill from Potter's nervous mouth.
"I - it's complicated." Potter fidgeted with his glass and kept his eyes glued to his hand.
"Do we know them?" Granger inquired, her head tipped in question, Draco's ear's immediately zeroing in on the usage of them instead of her. He had no clue how many of Potter's friends knew of his preference for cock or even if it was only part of the man's preference. For all Draco knew Potter knelt for him and then stuck it to some chit on the weekends after long romantic dinners.
"Monie." Weasley muttered under his breath and then proceeded to have a silent conversation with her through looks alone, their eyebrows exaggerated and her jaw clenched - Merlin if they dated any longer Draco was sure they would converge into one being.
"I'm simply curious Ronald." She said after a long sigh. "If this person is making Harry happy than don't you think we should know more about them?"
"Of course he's happy!" Finnigan shouted before Potter could even open his mouth. "You saw his neck, a bitch who can suck like that is always good to keep around."
"Blow jobs are a miraculous thing." Thomas nodded seriously along with his friend.
"You feeling alright?" Luna asked him suddenly, Draco's gaze snapping quickly to her to find her staring at him with that unnerving gaze of hers.
"Yes." He forced out, willing his heart to slow and the flush that he could feel on his cheeks to dissipate, brushing her hand away as she lifted it to his forehead.
"Sex isn't everything." Granger pointed out.
"But it sure helps." Finnigan winked at Potter who looked like laughing and winking back as much as he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but squished between his friends at the moment. "Come on Harry, I tell you about all my sexual adventures."
"And gods should you stop." Weasley shuttered violently. "I think your trip to Italy last year scared me for good."
Finnigan laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. "Italians know how to get dirty. Got yourself an Italian Harry?"
"No." Potter laughed. "Fuck no."
"Something against Italian's Potter?" Draco raised an eyebrow, piping up and joining the conversation simply so Lovegood would stop trying to feel for a fever and giving him pointed looks like she just knew what he was thinking. She posed an unsettling resemblance to Pansy when she looked at him like that.
Potter grinned and straightened back up. "Not as such but you listen to Seamus's story and I'll bet even you'd be scared off."
"Even me?" Draco scoffed. "Was that a slight? A hint at my depravity?"
"Parvati always said Slytherin's were animals in the sack." Hannah, the quiet meek woman at the end of the table, chimed in.
"Naturally." Draco shot her a lewd grin to which Longbottom tightened his arm around her shoulders, but his eyes were still soft and a smile still graced his lips.
"I don't know about all Slytherin's but Blaise was quite ravenous." Lovegood added lightly, making Weasley choke on his beer, Granger squeak, and Finnigan break out into peals of laughter as Potter gaped at her.
"Damn Luna, you and Zabini?" Thomas whistled. "I think that has us all beat as oddest couple yet."
"Zabini's Italian i'nt he?" Finnigan screwed up his face in concentration.
"Enough about Italians already." Thomas grumbled, spilling all over the table as he attempted to pour himself another glass.
"I bet you're a beautiful lover." Lovegood said thoughtfully and Draco glanced quickly around the table to assess who she was talking to only to find almost everyone staring at him - including the nutty Ravenclaw graduate, her head propped on her open palm.
"Pardon?" He asked, wishing rather feverishly that he hadn't worn such a high collar shirt because Merlin was it hot.
"Deceptively strong hands." She continued, nodding to herself as Draco subconsciously curled his fingers into his palms. "Stamina like a horse I'd imagine." Someone choked at that, or perhaps it had been several someones, but Draco knew one of them had been Potter - he had heard that sound often enough to have committed it to memory by now.
"Got a thing for the snake house don't you Loony?" Thomas grumbled, slumping onto his elbows. "Why don't you just drag him home with you?"
"Oh no, Draco's taken." Lovegood smiled and Draco felt his stomach plummet as he shifted uneasily, remembering fully why Luna Lovegood had always made him uncomfortable. He could remember a time in sixth year when she had waltzed by him while he was having a near nervous breakdown in the middle of the hall and with a genuine smile had pressed a warm roll into his hands. He hadn't eaten at all that week until that moment she had left and he had sunk his teeth into the toasty, buttery bread.
Not to mention the awful year of the Dark Lords reign when she had resided in his basement. He could still remember her uncanny smile and softly spoken reassurances even as he locked her in.
Thomas snorted. "Of course he is, what with those hands of his." His head lolled dangerously, Finnigan shooting out a hand to steady him before he pumped his nose on the table.
"You seeing someone Malfoy?" Longbottom, the man of seemingly endless decorum, asked with what looked like honest curiosity.
"I have no desire to hear who the ferret is shagging." Thomas grumbled before toppling sideways, making Finnigan curse and smack into Potter as he tipped with him. "Harry, yes. Malfoy, fuck no."
"I don't see why we need to discuss who anyone is shagging." Granger interjected, talking louder than necessary like she was trying to make up for the ferret reference. In fact she looked like she was desperately trying to make up for all her friends drunkenness by being even more rigid than usual, her lips puckered and brow curved into a sharp line over her eyes.
"You fucking Parkinson Malfoy?" Thomas asked in a deep slur, apparently haven already forgotten his desire to never hear about Draco's love life.
"Gods no. She's married in any case." Draco shuddered at the thought, making a grab for Lovegood's drink since there wasn’t even a drop left of his. He took a sip and grimaced at the overly sweet fruity mixture, wondering if there was even any alcohol in it.
"She was a hot one." Finnigan added thoughtfully. "We fooled around in a broom cupboard once."
Draco blinked back his own horror as the table erupted in chaotic chatter once again - everyone apparently forgetting about him and Harry as they hounded Finnigan for details. Which the man gave. In graphic detail despite the exaggerated pleading from his friends to spare them. One thing was for certain though, Pansy had a lot of explaining to do.
****
"No, you've got to hit it at an angle."
"I am."
"No...like this, there now try."
"Ow! Fucking game."
"God, are you okay?"
"No Potter, I'm not okay, I almost lost an eye!"
"Just nicked you."
"You get nicked in the eye and see if you’re laughing then."
"My turn anyways, give me the coins. It's all in the bounce."
"Bloody bounce, I think you made this dodgy game up."
"Did not. HA! Drink up Malfoy!"
"You're trying to get me pissed."
"Not trying, succeeding." Potter grinned and shot the coin against the table, laughing evilly as it landed in the glass of water, just like all his coins did and Draco's refused to. And now as he reached for yet another drink, his head swimming, Draco came to the conclusion that this was why all of Potter's friends had left and it was only the two of them now.
They all knew better than to play a blasted muggle drinking game with the savior of the Wizarding world.

****

"You did not kill a Basilisk when you were twelve Potter."
"Pretty sure I did."
"How the fuck are you still alive, you manic?!"
"Dumbledore’s phoenix."
"What?"
"He sort of cried on me after I killed the snake with the sword."
"...A sword? You killed a fucking Basilisk when you were twelve with a fucking sword?!"
"Erm yeah?"
"I need another drink."
****

"How did you do that?" Potter asked, his glassy eyes wide as he plucked the knotted stem from between Draco's teeth.
"Talent Potter." Draco drawled, well tried to anyway. It was starting to get rather difficult forming complete sentences without slurring unbecomingly and keeping his head from wobbling like Thomas's had been doing before Finnigan had finally dragged him home. "Nature talent."
"Tying cherry stems in your pram were you?" Potter snickered, dropping the knot onto the table and falling back against the booth, both his leg and arm bumping into Draco's and staying there like they'd just been slathered with glue. And yet Draco couldn't seem to get up the indignation to care one wit about the fact that Potter was now so close that he was practically in Draco's lap - his dark head lolling on the back of the seat as he smiled sloppily at him.
In fact the closeness combined with the alcohol in his blood was producing a burning heat inside him, making him just turn his own head from where it was lying back until he was nearly nose to nose with the other man. He had no idea what time it was, how long him and Potter had been getting steadily drunker or even how long ago everyone else had left - it seemed like ages ago now that he had been sitting next to Luna. He couldn't even really recall how Potter had ended up right next to him or why they just kept talking and drinking when Draco knew they needed to get home and to bed.
This was new and slightly frightening territory - which was most likely why he couldn't even recount how many drinks he had consumed up until now. Liquor lubricated their conversation, letting things slip that never had before - details of the past, snippets of shared events that the other hadn't know, ridiculous party tricks that no one in a sober state would ever share with anyone. And all the while Potter had gotten steadily closer until there wasn't a speck of space between them and Draco felt a slight nagging in the back of his head that he should pull away and go home but then again...
Potter smelled woodsy with the sharp tang of whiskey and it was a strange thing indeed to see his hand lift and latch onto Potter's collar - tugging lightly on the fabric until he could see the bruises beneath it.
"Should heal those." He muttered, his thumb brushing over one and watching with vivid fascination as a deep shiver ran down Potter's spine.
"Nah." Potter hiccupped, his hand coming to flop heavily against Draco's thigh. "Like 'em."
"Their trashy." Draco admonished, his finger undoing the top button without a thought as to why.
"You did it." He pointed out, tipping his head back as Draco's fingers roamed further, spreading across his neck and over his collar bone.
"Not the point."
"I think it is...Merlin you do have nice hands." Potter's hand was clutching him now, his fingers curling around his inner thigh as his other one swung forward to latch onto the shirt over Draco's chest.
"I'm not doing anything." Draco muttered, bemused, though that technically wasn't true. He was touching him, running the tips of his fingers around his throat and leaning forward to breathe hotly under his ear, a thrill lacing through him as Potter shivered again.
"Like fuck you’re not." Potter gasped, his grip tightening further, his body pressing nearer. "Want to feel your hands all over me."
"Demanding tonight." Draco smiled with his lips brushing over Potter's pulse point.
"Mhmm, s'my birthday." He twisted his torso and tugged, dragging Draco against him till he could feel the man's heart beating beneath his own - his lips moving until they were caressing the shell of the blondes ear. "Wanna hear my wish?"
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