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I Do or I Don\'t	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7308 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Like promised, here's the second chapter :) I'm amazed at how much response this story has gotten so far, but of course I'm not complaining XD
Thanks to the following reviewers: sara101; Anon (Thank you for the compliment!); starr; kyoko21; Nkcora; Misora (Fast enough? LOL)
Warnings: lemon; MPreg; some angst; long flashback scene
Please enjoy this second chapter!

Somehow, one way or the other, the two men managed to stumble into Draco's bedroom; all the while at least one part of their body was touching the other one. This made it slightly more difficult to manoeuver around, but they succeeded in not tripping on the staircase or bashing their heads against the wall, which was quite a feat if you asked Harry.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind them, Draco pulled him impatiently to the large canopy bed, pushing him on it without any preamble.
"Someone is impatient," Harry grunted and struggled to sit up so that he could at least kick off his shoes. The sheets he was strewn across gave off the impression that they cost more than his monthly pay – and that wouldn't surprise him at all – and he'd rather not risk Draco's ire by dirtying them.
Although, he thought and watched how Draco impatiently kicked off his shoes as well before he climbed on the bed, it would be his own fault if the sheets had gotten dirty.
Draco grinned and shuffled closer, somehow succeeding in making that awkward move look like a predator stalking its prey. Must be the Malfoy grace he boasted about so many times before.
"Have to be quick before you can change your mind," Draco breathed out and he sat up on his knees, while his fingers deftly started undoing Harry's slightly sweat soaked shirt.
Harry raised an eyebrow and the corners of his mouth quirked in amusement. "What? Not confident in your skills to keep me here?" he teased and then breathed in deeply when a thumb flicked across his nipple.
Draco undid the last button and bent down to lick a long stripe from his bellybutton to his collarbone, where he paused to softly bite into the skin, making Harry hiss in response and his leg jerked.
"Oh, I have complete confidence in my skills," Draco murmured and stared at him through half lidded eyes. "I just want to prevent your Gryffindor honour from popping up and ruining our night."
"Oh, shut up," Harry muttered petulantly and grabbed Draco's neck to press him down, so that he could kiss him again. He didn't think he would ever get enough of the heady sensation that filled him when those lips moved along his.
"Touchy, touchy," Draco chuckled lowly and pulled back to get rid of his own shirt. "Sit up."
Bemused Harry did as he was told and cool hands came up to his shoulders to push down the fabric clinging to his muscles. The dark haired wizard brought his arms backwards to assist in getting rid of his shirt and let out a startled sound when a hard, naked chest was immediately pressed against his.
With an impatient grunt, Draco threw their shirts on the floor and redirected his attention to the man lying underneath him.
When the blond moved back a bit, so that he could unbuckle Harry's belt, Harry caught sight of two thin, pink lines in the form of an 'x' engraved in Draco's chest. He swallowed with some difficulty and before he could think twice and stop himself, he reached out with a hand and carefully touched one pink scar. The skin felt slightly raised there; not rough, but it definitely was not the smooth skin that the blond possessed on the rest of his body.
Two slender fingers slipped around his wrist and grabbed him. He looked up into hooded eyes.
"That's in the past," Draco murmured and slowly released his wrist, letting his fingers caress Harry's skin fleetingly. "I've forgiven you for it a long time ago."
"You consider three years ago a long time?" Harry tried to ask lightly, but instead it came out in a weak voice.
"There is a time for grudges and a time for forgiveness," Draco replied solemnly and then smirked. "But if you want to beg for my forgiveness, I won't stop you."
"Git," Harry retorted, but there was no heat behind the insult and he smiled faintly.
Draco pushed him back down and went back to tugging off the belt. "Now instead of mourning the past, let's celebrate the present," he said determined and huffed when he threw the belt almost violently on the floor.
"You're drunk," Harry couldn't help but point out, but lifted his hips, so that the other man could help him get rid of his trousers.
"Just slightly inebriated," Draco sniffed and glared at the trousers. He gave them a harsh tug and they slid off completely. "But I assure you I am more than capable of getting it up." As proof, he snatched Harry's hand and pressed it against his groin, letting the dark haired man feel for himself how much he was affecting the blond wizard and how little the alcohol affected him.
Harry inhaled sharply and pulled his hand away as if he had touched something hot – which in this case was actually fairly accurate. "Yeah, I believe you," he muttered and felt himself flush when Draco's smirk grew more pronounced.
Grey eyes lingered on his covered groin appreciatively. "Can't complain about you either," Draco murmured almost inaudibly and then seemed to snap out whatever daze he had fallen in for a short moment.
"You're still overdressed," Harry pointed out, looking meaningfully at Draco's trousers.
"And we can't have that," the blond hummed and like a snake shedding its skin – how appropriate – he slipped out of his trousers, letting them pool at the end of the bed.
The only item separating them now was their underwear and Harry's hands practically itched to rid Draco of his, but before he could reach out, his wrists were grabbed by one hand and pressed above his head, while the other hand pushed open his legs, providing the blond with space to lie in.
Harry wriggled his fingers and raised an eyebrow.
Draco simply smirked and his lips fastened themselves in Harry's neck; his touch feeling electrifying. Harry's breath escaped him silently and he shut his eyes tightly when Draco started mouthing at a particular spot right beneath his ear. Shit, he hadn't known he was that sensitive there; his toes curled around the soft sheet, messing it up and he bared his neck further.
He thought he felt Draco smiling against his skin, but before he could mention something about it, the hand gripping his wrists loosened its grip and fingers trailed down softly over his arm, tickling softly over his shoulder, before a rough thumb flicked over his nipple.
A shock went through Harry's body and his eyes shot open.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Draco chuckled lowly and his thumb pressed down, circling slowly around the hard nub.
Harry bit his lower lip and his hand found purchase in blond hair. With a soft tug, he brought Draco's face towards him and kissed him blindly, forcing their mouths together. Draco was far too coherent and too talkative for someone who had been drinking so much.
That needed to be corrected.
The moment Draco swept a tongue across his lips, asking for entrance, Harry took advantage of his momentary focus on the kiss and threw his leg around Draco's hips, grabbed both of his shoulders and used a variation of a tackle manoeuver he had been taught during Auror training to flip over Draco, so that he was the one on his back.
Grey eyes started at him wide eyed and Draco's mouth hung open in shock. Clearly he hadn't expected that.
Satisfied, Harry settled himself comfortably on Draco's lap and grinned; the buzzed feeling of the alcohol making him light headed and pleasantly warm. "Can't have you have all the fun, now can I?" he breathed out and before Draco could protest, he swiftly bent down and wrapped his lips around a rose coloured nipple, tasting the faint scent of sweat and something that seemed to be entirely Draco's own scent.
His tongue tentatively swept across the hardened bud and he felt rather than heard Draco hiss in response. A hand settled down on his head and clenched around his hair, tugging on it faintly; the tingling sensation causing him to moan softly. It seemed like the blond man was intent on discovering all sorts of sensitive spots on his body. When he shifted slightly, he felt something hard poking against his thigh and he smiled, pulling back until Draco was forced to loosen his grip. His nipples were both hard like pebbles now and a dark red, courtesy of Harry's treatment.
He slowly raked his fingers down the pale chest, relishing in the faint pink lines that blossomed underneath his touch. Two hands settled on his hips; warmth seeping through the cotton of his boxers.
A teasing, lingering touch across his lower abdomen made his breath hitch and his muscles tense up slightly.
A low chuckle filled the air between him and grey eyes looked at him sultry. "Looks like we're both having fun now, hm?" Draco whispered and their mouths found each other again – when had Harry lowered his head? – while their hands busied themselves mapping out the contours of their bodies. The soft, thin hairs on his arms rose up when hands lightly caressed them and Harry shivered when those hands slid over his back, pressing him closer to the warm body underneath him and then cupped his arse firmly; the hands moulding themselves to his cheeks, making him buck wildly when they squeezed him softly.
Harry nipped at Draco's earlobe and had the privilege to hear Draco groan throatily when he rubbed their groins together; the cotton of the briefs dampening almost unnoticeably.
He didn't put up a fuss when Draco rolled them over again and merely threw his leg around Draco's hips, forcing their bodies to align against each other. Hands groped heated, slightly slick with sweat skin and their hips rolled together in a lazy rhythm while lips met each other again and again, their tongues curling playfully around each other.
Somehow, slowly, the atmosphere in the room changed, becoming charged with an odd tension and the two men pulled back simultaneously; their harsh breathing sounding too loud in the otherwise silent room.
Harry swore the other man was able to hear his heartbeat which was thumping harshly against his chest; anticipation and lust coiling around each other, coursing through his body.
Draco squeezed his hip. "No second thoughts?" he smirked and already bent sideways to reach the nightstand, rummaging through whatever he had stuffed in the drawer.
Harry blinked and through his hazy sight – he had lost his glasses somewhere between biting Draco's shoulder and Draco's tongue trailing over the inside of his thigh – he could discern the odd swirly pattern on the immaculate white ceiling.
The buzz of the alcohol hadn't died out yet, but a voice in the back of his mind urged him not to go through with it, to put a stop to this before it was too late. Unease simmered underneath his skin and he turned his head; the weak moonlight made the thin, silver ring around Draco's finger look like a shining beacon.
He shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't. He would be a fool; this was not a night spent with a steady lover, but a spontaneous one nightstand with someone who was already spoken for, who was actually celebrating his fucking bachelor party.
Was he really about to fuck his friend, a future groom?
Fucking someone who was on the verge of marrying was already incredibly stupid, but their friendship was in danger of being destroyed if he went through with this. Certainly, Draco was drunk now, but what if he remembered everything come tomorrow morning? Would he be able to play it off as they both being too drunk? Was he really willing to potentially lose a good friend, merely for the sake of sleeping with him for one night?
Lips trailing across his lower stomach and his underwear slowly being lowered down his legs forced his attention to return to the blond splayed between his spread legs and he glanced down, meeting shining, dark grey eyes.
He swallowed and his fingers clenched around the rumpled sheets.
Merlin help him, but even with the shame simmering underneath his skin and reality ready to slap him in the face, he couldn't bring himself to stop this and refuse the blond's advances.
One night. That was all he would have. And damn it all to hell and back, but he would enjoy this night; this stolen moment, the upcoming next hours would be entirely his.
The thin haze caused by the booze made it even a tad easier to shush his conscience and he opened his arms and spread his legs wider, welcoming the smirking blond in them.
Yes, he thought, as fingers trailed over his sides, nobody would have to know about this. This would be his little secret.
A shiver ran over his spine when a tongue dipped into his navel and he let out a strangled whine, bucking his hips urgently.
"Ah, ah, ah, patience, Harry," Draco practically purred in his ear and Harry's breathing hitched when something cold and wet slipped inside of him. "I need to prepare you after all," he breathed and he licked teasingly over the shell of Harry's ear. "You're so tight," he hissed; his teeth clamping down on Harry's ear, making the man whimper and jerk his head to the left.
He squirmed, not certain whether he wanted to pull away or press closer to Draco and his finger. It felt so odd to feel something there in him. Not particularly painful, but not exactly good either.
Feeling conflicted, he distracted himself by pressing his mouth urgently against Draco's, slipping his tongue inside the second the blond separated his lips with a surprised gasp. While their tongues battled with each other, a second finger joined the first and a shock went through Harry's body; his gasp ringing loudly through the quiet room.
"Relax, I've got you," Draco murmured against his lips and Harry nodded dumbly, deciding to trust the older man.
His nails accidently scratched roughly down Draco's back when those two devious fingers skimmed across something very sensitive inside of him.
"Oh!" he gasped and groaned lowly when the pressure against the spot deepened until the tips of the fingers were pressed firmly against it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
Holy fuck, what on earth was that?
Draco chuckled and a third finger slipped almost unnoticeably inside. "I was wondering when I would find it," he smirked and licked his lips, staring down at the dark haired wizard with smouldering eyes.
Harry gulped under the burning gaze and writhed around on the soft sheets, trying to adjust to the feeling of three fingers inside of him. Deciding that the blond looked way too smug, his hand shot out and slipped inside the dark boxers, grinning when the smugness was replaced by a slack mouth and a surprised look.
"Guess I found something else," he taunted and gripped Draco's prick tighter, the warmth clashing with his own warm skin and he felt it twitch feebly in his grip; some pre come dribbling out and slickening his palm.
Draco huffed amused and twisted his wrist, spreading his three fingers wider to stretch Harry's entrance more, tearing a squeak out of a mortified Harry in the process. "Seems like I find more, though," the blond pointed out gleefully and sucked harshly at a spot underneath Harry's jaw, forcing the latter to toss his head back to give the blond some space.
Trying his best to not let himself get too distracted by the searing lips on his skin, Harry wrestled shortly with Draco's underwear until he was able to shove it down roughly, so that Draco could kick them off. Removing underwear should never have to take so long, the dark haired man mused, but at least now they were completely naked.
His breath escaped him with a soft 'whoosh' when Draco pulled back completely, leaving him feeling decidedly empty. His entrance clenched and unclenched, wanting those fingers back to fill it.
"Ready?" Draco asked, almost breathless, and his eyes glittered brightly. He was already squirting more lube on his own cock now, slicking it thoroughly, discarding the long tube on the floor once he was satisfied with the amount of liquid he got out of it.
Harry swallowed, wondered again whether Draco would remember all of this the upcoming morning and then decided that it was useless to worry about that. In for a penny, in for a pound as they said. He had already gone this far, it would be idiotic to put a hold to everything now. His throbbing cock already protested at the thought that he might stop now.
He raised his legs, his arms hooked underneath his knees to hold them up and took a deep breath. "Yeah, go on," he muttered; his eyes half lidded when Draco shuffled closer to him.
He both felt and saw the trembling anticipation in Draco's body and then cool hands – one of them slicker than the other one – rested against his thighs and something blunt, thick and very warm started pressing against him, penetrating him slowly, opening him wider than those fingers had done, forcing him to take deep, controlled breaths to stay relaxed enough.
Draco paused when his hips were flush against Harry's cheeks, his prick buried deeply inside him, and Harry's arms fell back, his legs landing on the bed without any support to hold them in the air, while he tried to get used to the foreign feeling of being completely filled.
He felt too full, restricted, and the slightest twitch made him wince as pain radiated through his back. He had clearly underestimated this, holy fuck. Draco's cock hadn't felt that big when he had had his hand wrapped around it.
Shit, would he even be able to move tomorrow?
He wasn't aware of the couple of stray tears that had escaped his shut eyes until a mouth was ghosting over his cheeks, a tongue swiping over the cool tear drops. Shocked, emerald green was revealed when he opened his eyes immediately and he looked straight into hazy, troubled, grey eyes.
"You okay, Harry?" Draco breathed against his chin, placing an apologetic kiss against it.
Crap, why on earth had he started crying? The slow burning pain in his lower back wasn't even that bad, for Merlin's sake.
Chastising himself for making his friend worry, he raised his trembling arms and linked them around Draco's neck, drawing him closer again to kiss him softly on his lips, savouring his taste.
"Yeah, I'm okay; just needed to get used to it," he murmured and supressed the wince that threatened to break through when Draco shifted his hips slightly, somehow stretching his entrance even more by slipping even deeper into him, before Harry clamped down around him in surprise.
"Ca-can I move?" Draco asked, nuzzling his nose against Harry's cheek.
It was this innocent action – more than the considerate question – that made Harry blink, feeling more dazed than before, and nod softly before he could stop himself.
A fleeting smile was his reply, before Draco drew back, making Harry hold his breath in anticipation, and then slid forwards again, gently as if they hadn't started this whole tryst in a passionate frenzy.
It was such a jarring contrast that Harry floundered for a few moments, not certain what to think about this unexpected development.
Slender fingers caressed his right palm before they locked together with his own fingers, entwining them. His hand was pressed back next to his head against the mattress while his other, free, hand sought purchase on Draco's shoulder, in an attempt to ground himself.
"Hey, Harry, look at me."
The soft, but determined demand made Harry open his eyes again – when had he closed them? – and he forced himself to look in burning, silver grey eyes. What he saw there, made him shiver, his hair raising and his legs wrapping themselves tightly around rolling hips.
Of course there was lust – how could there not be? – but there was also admiration, excitement, dazed wonder and …
He closed his eyes again, turning his head away; refusing to acknowledge the last sentiment. It was only in his head; he was seeing things, letting himself be swept away by the fiery passion building up between them.
"Merlin, you're so fucking beautiful," Draco growled and Harry moaned loudly when teeth worried at his collarbone while a hand firmly grasped his hip; the grip tightening with every jarring thrust that pushed him that much closer to the headboard. There would be a hand shaped bruise there tomorrow, most likely, but he couldn't find it in him to care about that.
Bruises would heal after all.
"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you looked tonight?" Draco hissed, his teeth grazing over Harry's neck, tearing a whimper from the man underneath him. "Fuck, with those tight clothes, you were practically begging someone to throw you against the wall and fuck you. And then you had to go and get a lap dance." This was punctuated by more rolling and harder thrusts, his cock driving even deeper inside of him, the sounds of their skin slapping together ringing loudly through the room, as if the blond wanted to punish him.
If this was Draco's form of punishment, Harry would gladly piss him off again and again.
"N-not like I enjoyed it," Harry brought out through clenched teeth, trying to keep his head clear through the overwhelming pleasure flowing through his veins.
"Still, nobody is allowed to see you, fuck, hng, to see you like this," Draco groaned, breathing harshly and kissed Harry aggressively, forgoing the slow rhythm he had started. "Merlin, you're tight." His head dropped against Harry's shoulder while Harry's breath came out in shuddering gasps; one of his hands still locked tightly together with Draco's.
"Someone seems jealous," he teased and bucked his hips, clenching his muscles around the throbbing, hot prick embedded in him; feeling it twitch. He knew it was only the booze talking, but damn it if Draco's comments didn't make him feel good about himself.
"I'm not," Draco retorted stubbornly and then pushed Harry's legs up and back until they were nearly next to Harry's head, allowing him to fuck him even deeper and harsher than before; his cock burying itself deeply inside the trembling man.
A surprised yelp escaped Harry's mouth at the sudden change in position, but the next moment he moaned when Draco located that peculiar spot inside of him, his cock slamming against it with every thrust inside, causing sparks of pleasure to burst inside of him.
How Draco was capable of keeping his coordination impeccable despite his rich intake of alcohol was something that Harry vaguely wondered about, but he was far too distracted by the different sensations attacking his senses to keep musing about that particular feat. Who cared how Draco did it anyway when it took all he had to keep remember how to breathe properly? His breathing came out in loud gasps and that would have embarrassed him if his mind had remained clear, instead of swimming in the haziness of pleasure brought on by Draco's caresses and touches.
A sound very akin to a high pitched mewl left his mouth when Draco's mouth brushed against a very sensitive spot underneath his ear while at the same time flicking his nipple.
Draco chuckled breathlessly and teeth grazed his skin fleetingly before his mouth returned back to Harry's to kiss him properly. "I'm becoming quite fond of those noises you're making," the blond informed him with a gleeful smirk.
"Ah, hm, shut up," Harry managed to bite out between soft moans and his hand slithered into messed up, blond hair, twining his fingers around some locks.
The heat in his stomach grew, coiling up like a snake, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. Not with the way Draco kept striking at that bundle of nerves, not with the way pleasure was attacking him, lowering all his boundaries. Not with the way sensual lips were almost lovingly caressing his mouth; fingers twitching in his grip.
Not with the way his member was stroked and squeezed; Draco having batted away his hand to jerk him off as soon as he had felt Harry sliding his hand between their damp, hot bodies.
It felt like he was falling off a cliff, that weightless feeling almost making him feel giddy. As it was, when he was finally thrown over the edge, his body locked together, his limbs stiffening around Draco while he threw his head back, releasing a scream that left his throat hoarse.
His eyes shot open, his body still in the throes of passion – fingers twitching, toes curling and uncurling, body shaking – when Draco's hips stuttered for the last time, his face buried in Harry's shoulder while he bit down to muffle his own yell while Harry's walls got soaked with his seed; the hot fluid leaving an odd sensation behind.
The room seemed suspended in time for a few precious moments.
It didn't take long for exhaustion to creep up on them and despite Harry's silent promise to himself that he would leave immediately, he couldn't bring himself to slip out of bed when Draco sank down next to him and pulled him in his arms, muttering a sleepy, "Go the fuck to sleep, Potter, and don't move." when Harry tried to wriggle away.
Harry knew better than to stay here, but he didn't want to let go just yet. Surely a couple of more hours wouldn't hurt? He would meet reality head on tomorrow again, but for this night, this one night, he wanted to delude himself in thinking that this was the real thing.
Let him have his sweet fantasy for just a while longer and then everything would be all right.

He had sneaked out a couple of hours later, leaving a sleeping blond behind in the rumpled bed. He had feared that Draco would remember what had happened between them, but if he had, he hadn't seen it fit to talk to Harry about it. When they had seen each other again a week later the blond wizard had behaved like he always did and it had left Harry with a mixture of relief and disappointment.
He knew it was for the best that his friend didn't remember anything they had done that night, but at the same time it stung, because that night had been everything Harry had dreamt of – well, except for the part where Draco was engaged to a woman and definitely not Harry's boyfriend.
He had been … content, he supposed was the right word, to have that one night as a precious memory and had accepted the fact that Draco would never be his – despite what he had rambled during that night.
Dark green eyes glanced at the crumpled papers again. Except his new condition changed everything.
How was he supposed to be content with being Draco's friend and seeing him being happy with Astoria when he was expecting his child? Merlin, what was he supposed to do now? What would he say when people asked him who the father was?
If he decided to keep it. Biting his lip, his hand tugged rather forcibly at his hair. Shit, not only was he expecting the child of a man who was not his, but he also had to decide whether or not he wanted to keep it.
He had gotten himself into a big mess and this time not only his life would be screwed if he made the wrong decision.
What on earth was he going to do?

AN2: Ah, angst, how I missed you. So what do you think of it? Please leave your thoughts behind :) (Should you discover a mistake, please point it out to me.)
I'll see you all in two weeks again. Next chapter will contain Harry's confession .
Cuddles
Melissa
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