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most nights, I don\'t know	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of her delicious characters. Though I wish I could, I will never make proffit from this lovely fic.

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A/N: Here we go! Another chapter within a short time. I've got yet another done, just needs to be typed up. So expect an update tomorrow at the latest. For now, enjoy this one.

For only half a second, Harry entertained the idea of merely leaving. He was sure this was a bad idea. But they had gotten along so well online…. And the majority of his mind thought that was a good sign. Besides, his identity was still a secret he was sure.

Harry Potter cleared his throat and turned towards his school-time nemesis. "I am the Batman," he said huskily, shifting closer to Draco Malfoy. Their legs touched, sending shivers up Harry's spine, causing a spooky grin to cross his lips.

Eyes the color of frozen oceans locked onto his grassy green ones, slightly thrilled. "Oh, are you?" Draco snorted before signaling the bartender. He ordered a surprisingly fruity drink and another vodka tonic for Harry. A more gentlemanly ct than Harry thought the other had in him. This only solidified his resolve to stay even more.

Playing it safe, Harry whispered his gratitude in the same tone. He was sure Draco could recognize him if he spoke in his own voice.

"You certainly are quiet, aren't you?" The blonde spoke gently, turning on his stool to give Harry a better look-over. He must have been satisfied with what he saw because he would not avert his eyes.

In this new position, Harry now had a better look at his date's costume. His brow furrowed beneath the mask as he tried to place just what Draco was trying to be. He wore a Victorian-style jacket, tailored to accentuate his figure perfectly. Underneath was a slightly feminine, ruffled white shirt and at the end of the flouncy sleeves were his delicate, pale hands. All of this, covered in blood, which he hoped badly to be fake. The overall costume gave Draco a dignified, yet horribly unapproachable, look.

For the first time in his life, Harry couldn't help but to think Draco Malfoy was gorgeous. He blushed a deep maroon and prayed a silent 'thank you' to his son for suggesting a mask.

"What are you supposed to be? A vampire?" Harry asked in the same masked tone.

Draco looked indignant at the mere suggestion, giving his opposite a pitying look. "Dorian Gray," he said quietly, pushing stray strands of blonde from his eyes. "Much more admirable than what vampires have become these days."

All Harry could do was stare back at Draco, absolutely lost. He obviously did not know Muggle culture well enough to understand him. He had heard the name Dorian Gray before but who exactly he was didn't ring any bells. Likewise, the comment about vampires didn't catch. Clearly, Albus would need to do a bit more coaching when he returned home. "Right…," he said slowly, attempting not to look too lost.

Those steely grey eyes never left him as Harry took a long drink. Draco was calculating, he could tell. Judging if this was worth his time. Meaning, he only had a matter of a few seconds to hook him for good. Though, why he was so desperate to stay in Malfoy's presence and interests was absolutely beyond him.

"Look," he said quietly, leaning in much closer, "why don't we…get out of here. I think I'd rather it just be you and me tonight. Wouldn't you?"

A strange spark ignited behind the seal on Draco's emotions at the suggestion. His lips quirked u into some semblance of a smile "Do you?" He chuckled and lightly grazed his delicate fingers over the small of Harry's back. "I think that I would like that, as well…."

Harry absently tossed down enough money to cover his tab, unable to focus on anything but the warmth of Draco's hand. He blindly followed it into a standing position, dizzy the moment he was on his feet.

Maybe it was the fact that this was Draco Malfoy, or maybe Harry was just that rusty at this sort of thing, but he had a hard time figuring out what to say or do next. In the time that it took him to form even a coy smile, they were already out on the street, walking away from the bar.

Luckily, Malfoy was outgoing enough for the both of them. "You do know that, typically, an exchanging of names occurs before a date begins, right?" He leveled that full-of-himself gaze he so often had on Harry, teasing written in his grey eyes.

"I would…prefer to keep my name to myself for now…."

Draco was unfazed. He continued walking, slipping his hand subtly around Harry's waist, resting on his left lip. "You must be someone of importance to keep yourself shrouded in so much secrecy." There was a hint of challenge to his tone, daring his date to take a dangerous step by exposing himself.

If it were anyone else, Harry would give away his identity in a heartbeat. But it wasn't someone else. This was Draco fucking Malfoy. Above anything else, Harry feared his rejection right now. So to keep safe, he only kept walking, mouth sealed shut and eyes trained on his feet.

Harry didn't even have to look up to know that Draco was smirking at him. Slowly, the blonde man pondered aloud to him, "You won't give me your name, you showed up in a mask covering every distinguishing part of your face, and you won't speak without disguising your voice…. Perhaps you are some sort of politician? Except that your profile said that you were some sort of parliament guard." Harry could feel his eyes studying every inch of him and suddenly felt naked. "You do know that wearing padded muscles gives off the impression that you are much too pathetic to have some of your own, don't you?"

Lips curling up in the corners, Harry shook his head back and forth slowly. "I assure you…if the padding had not come with the costume, I would have gladly forgotten it. I have absolutely no need for it…." He batted his eye into a sexual wink.

"You may just have to convince me of that, mystery man. I am not quite sure that I believe you. The word of a secretive being is hard to trust.

Again, Harry was extremely thankful that his face was covered. Even in the dark, he was sure Draco would have been able to see his dark blush. "Perhaps…. Later."

The words had barely left Harry's mouth before he was pushed rather forcefully into a side alley. He stumbled, reaching out to steady himself against the side of a building's wall. Draco grabbed his arms roughly and pushed him hard into the brick. Their bodies were intimately close, so close that Harry could smell a delicious combination of alcohol and cinnamon on his date's breath. The slow swelling in the lower portion of his costume made him nervous enough to try and shift away. No matter what moves he made, however, Draco blocked him. "Why do I have to wait until later? Don't you think that you've teased me enough for one night?"

Harry couldn't hide the arousal this harsh whisper brought on. Gasping shallowly for breath, he looked up to fully meet Draco's steely gaze for the first time that night. In those eyes he saw a deep desperation that kept his own green orbs lingering. He didn't even think clearly enough to worry about his infamous genetics revealing him.

For a long minute, Draco stared into the deep sea of jade. He didn't move or make a sound but his eyebrows slowly knitted closer and closer together. The end result was him taking a step back and ripping Harry's mask up off his face in one fluid motion. "You have got to be joking…."

Well, he would have had to find out at some point.

Now that he was exposed, Harry's horrified expression showed vividly. He had no words, no explanation. The fact that this had happened was nothing less than astonishing. Two former rival wizards, who had hardly spoken since, meeting on a Muggle dating was unspeakable. But the fact that Harry had gone with the date even after finding out Draco's identity was even more stunning. He just had no way to put his absent reasoning into words.

"At least it all makes sense, now," Draco said slowly, stepping back again and looking away. He seemed to be going through a few stages of disbelief. His facial expressions ranged from anger to confusion to mirth in the matter of just a few seconds. "Astoria set you up for this, didn't she?" Small, loose strands of platinum hair fell into his eyes in an attempt to hide the flash of hurt within him. "I fucking knew it. Just so fu-"

Harry had heard enough. His heart ached for some reason for Draco. He'd never felt this way about him. Never thought he could feel this way about a man he'd hated for so long. In a rash decision, acting on pure impulse, he grabbed onto Draco's arm and pushed him against the opposite brick wall. The impact sounded harsh, but he didn't even stop to think. He crushed his lips desperately to those tasting so supple and sweet.

A fear crossed his mind as he felt the other man stiffen under him – What if he didn't kiss back? Again, rejection was a looming possibility. Yet, just as he was about to give up and pull away, the pressure increased in his kiss. Unknowingly, he let out a dark moan and plunged both of his hands into the base of Draco's loose ponytail. It fell apart with his grip, drawing a curtain of pale yellow around their melded faces.

Lust fueled their actions further, bodies pressing closer and tongues tangling together. In no time, their stifled erections were grinding into one another's legs. Clearly, they were both a bit hasty and depraved. And maybe it was because they, in a way, knew each other so well. Or it could have been that they both had deep needs that ached for satisfaction.

Whatever it was, it was working remarkably well. Well enough that after only a few, or what seemed like a few, minutes, Draco's fingers left their soft exploration on Harry's back and ventured down around towards his bulging crotch. Unfortunately, he was sorely disappointed when he reached his destination. He pulled from the kiss, leaving Harry stunned and leaning forward for more. "Your costume's one piece?" the blonde whispered breathlessly, pale brows raised in a signature hidden smirk.

Harry cleared his throat and answered in his own voice, "Yeah…I suppose. But, um…maybe we shouldn't do this…here…." Whatever this happened to be.

All Draco could do was nod before turning away. He seemed to be taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself to walk around in public again. Finding this to be a good idea, Harry did the same. But the silence between them became awkward quickly.

For Harry, there was no doubt in his mind that the kiss they had just shared was the most passionate he'd ever experienced. Who could have imagined that it would come from Draco Malfoy of all people? Life surely was full of surprises. His only hope was that this would turn out to be a pleasurable one. He knew of Malfoy's frigid attitude. He that could mean bad news for him.

"You live a couple blocks from here, correct?"

Forcing away these bad thoughts, Harry nodded and forced a shaky smile. "Yeah. It's actually only a block and a half from here…." Harry caught on to what the other was implying as he made a 'lead the way' movement, his heart picking up. "Right…. Right, sure." His feet were heavy as he attempted to take them to his townhouse. Many thoughts ran through his mind, meanwhile, such as how Albus could perceive this and whether he was ready to move this fast with this particular guy.

After a few minutes of quiet but for their combined footsteps, they reached the familiar canary-painted house. Harry fumbled for his keys, unlocking the door with slight difficulty. "My son is most likely home," he warned in a solemn whisper. But by then the door was open and Draco was letting himself in. This attempt at an excuse didn't seem to bother him at all.

Both of their steps were halted, however, as loud music accosted them after Harry closed the front door. A blush and a frown appeared on Harry's face as he took a step further into the house. "Al?" he called, but it couldn't nearly have been loud enough.

"…in to look for a king. Anybody could be that guy!"

The lyrics went on loud and wild, only increasing Harry's complete and utter embarrassment. This whole ordeal was overwhelming enough without this snag. It would have been better if they had been able to rush into bed as planned. Or if his identity hadn't been found out. It was all just one huge, fucked up mess.

And to make matters worse, the moment Harry walked into his son's room, the horror only climaxed. "Albus Severus Potter! What the hell are you doing?!"

Startled, Albus jumped around to face his father. The captured look on his face admitted his shame. "D-dad…." Hurriedly, he lunged for the CD-player to silence the ear-splitting song. Then he looked down and realized that he was still clothed strangely and rather scantily. That was the horrific part. The loud rendering of ABBA was forgivable, but the skimpy female maid's uniform he was wearing really wasn't. Nor was the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Or the older man sitting unclothed, under the sheets that was unable to meet anyone's gaze. Quickly, Al reached for a stray blanket, draping it over himself with a clear of his throat. "You…you were supposed to be out on a date. I thought…." He stopped mid-sentence, distracted from his own misdeeds by something over Harry's shoulder. "Oh…." A considerably large frown crossed his lips.

Harry out of the corner of his eye noticed Draco's shadow on the doorframe. He could practically feel the smirk on those pale, pink pouts. A little less than gently, he pushed his date out of view. "Right…. I was. But I'm home now and…." Big parental decisions like this weren't his strong spot. Therefore, he was having difficulty articulating what to do next. "Just be quiet, alright? And safe…." Face a mask of fury, he reached out and snapped the door shut.

Draco was in a right fit of chuckles as Harry could plainly see when he turned around. All that he could manage was a cross look in reply. "What?" the Malfoy heir hissed, narrowing his eyes at the other. "I have a right to laugh. It's comical. You know, the worst I've caught my son doing is wanking to a picture of his aunt. And, honestly, who could blame him? But this…. This is just not natural, Potter. Even your children are freaks."

Before the blonde could raise a manicured brow to end his jibe, Harry had him forced up against the wall. "I haven't made a single remark about your family," he whispered dangerously. "So, don't insult mine." Their faces were inches apart, their heated breaths mingling with each angry thought.

"Punish me, then."

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