A Business Affair

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Chapter Twenty-seven: Christmas- One Helluva Morning After

Maybe we're a little dumb.
Yeah, we're just a little drunk,
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug.


Draco moaned softly and rolled over on the bed; there was a dull pounding in his head. He knew he must have had just a bit too much to drink the night before. He knew he shouldn't have had that third sherry.

As he rolled over, his arm hit something warm next to him. He wondered vaguely if he'd called Michael in his semi-drunken state. He cracked open his eyes and nearly screamed at the sight.

There lay Harry Potter sleeping soundly on the pillow next to him. He snapped his mouth shut, willing himself not to make any alarming sounds. He hastily untangled himself from the sheets and stumbled out of bed.

It was then that he realized that he was naked with dried cum all over his stomach. His eyes widened in absolute shock. He backed away from the bed where Harry was still sleeping peacefully.

Holy fuck! Draco thought, staring at him. He silently thanked God that Harry's still naked body was covered up somewhat. The sheets were pulled halfway up, covering his lower body.

What the fuck happened last night?! He continued to stare at the naked Gryffindor while his brain raced to form some memory of the previous night. He remembered forcing conversation with that idiot of a Minister then seeing Potter over in a corner with the Weasel drinking.

He recalled seeing that idiot of an Irishman talking to Harry, laughing with him. The memory boiled his blood, but Harry hadn’t seemed too interested in Seamus. Draco remembered watching the interaction and wandering just what was going on.

He racked his brain to remember past that point. Harry mumbled something in his sleep and turned over as the covers slipped slightly, revealing a tanned and muscular leg. Draco forced himself to look away and stare hard at the floor.

Okay, okay, he told himself, trying to calm down. I remember Potter looking really good in that suit of his... which is now strewn around this room.

Draco paused as his eyes took in the separate pieces of Harry's and his clothes that were piled on the floor in random places.

And then Pansy left me to do something... Then Potter went outside and I...

::FLASH::

Sweaty skin gliding against each other, hot breath in his ear, a tongue sliding sinuously up his neck, a hand in his hair, tugging lightly. A low moan in the candle lit room. A plea, an answer. His name.

::FLASH::

Draco swallowed the lump that had arisen in his throat as the memories had flashed through his mind. He took a shaky breath and looked back at Harry, who was still sprawled haphazardly on the bed, tangled in the silk sheets.

He couldn't believe what he'd done. Blaise was going to kill him! He was going to kill himself! It was never supposed to have gotten this far!

The thought disgusted him and intrigued him at the same time. All the memories of the night before had come back now. He was still shaken up from what he now realized he had done. He also realized that he was quite nude.

Draco decided that he needed to calm down. He left the room quietly, making sure not to wake Harry. He wanted to be as calm as possible when the panic set in. He went from the bedroom to the attached bathroom. Inside was a large room, composed of mainly shiny white tile with small accents of light blue.

In the corner of the room was a large bathtub with several taps, reminiscent of the prefects tub at Hogwarts, though it wasn't set into the ground. Instead, it stood a few feet above the ground like a Muggle hot tub.

In the corner was a shower big enough for three people. The door was see-through but had a curtain that could be pulled around it if wished. Draco turned on the water in the shower and waited a second before stepping in. He let the warm water wash over his body, soothing his nerves. For a moment he tried to force himself not to think about what was in the other room. He was appalled at himself for letting things get this far.

He had to admit, though, that Harry did have a very nice body and last night had been quite amazing. He shook his head sharply as if the thoughts were treachery. It only served to enhance the pounding that was still present there.

He vowed to get a potion as soon as he got out of the shower. He scrubbed his body, trying to get the "essence of Potter", as he thought of it, off himself. When he was finally satisfied with the results, he switched off the water and stepped out.

Draco grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around his waist. He considered going back to his room to get clothes but that would require seeing Potter again, something he wasn't exactly keen to do. He had seen enough of his gorgeous body last night.

He growled at the thought and stalked out the other side of the bathroom, now entering the hallway. He walked down to the end and went through an opening on the left and down a flight of stairs. It opened up into a cavernous living room.

He went through this room and on to the next one; the dining room. He called for a house-elf to bring him a hangover potion and something to eat. He sat down at the small table underneath the large bay window. The bright yellow sun bounced off the pure white snow and reflected into the room, shining onto the table.

The house-elf returned with a potion, a tray of muffins, and a glass of pumpkin juice. Draco took the potion readily, wincing at the taste. He set it down and drank some of the juice.

He was fairly calm by now. He was at least prepared to face Potter, he thought. He sighed and picked at a muffin, wondering what he was going to do.

Meanwhile, Harry groaned as bright sunlight fell into his eyes. He curled away from it, but realized it was no use. He rolled over and opened his eyes. His first thought was that Ginny must have decorated the bedroom green in celebration for the holidays.

Then he realized that this was not his room. For one, it was far too large. For another, he didn't have a window in his bedroom at home. He sat up suddenly, realizing then that he was stuck in a tangle of silk sheets.

He looked down and gasped. He was naked! He looked around desperately, hoping for a clue as to why he was in a foreign bedroom without any clothes. All he saw were a few burnt-out candles and some bedside tables. The room was decorated tastefully with a settee in the opposite corner and a small table, but other than that, nothing was in the room.

Harry spotted his clothes on the floor. He looked around surreptitiously before unwinding the sheets and sitting up in the bed, making sure to keep himself covered. It wasn’t until he made to stand up that he felt a painful throb in his lower body. He pushed himself up with difficulty, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his ass. He moved gingerly around the room, picking up his boxers and sliding them on carefully.

He found his trousers next and put them back on. He slid on his green shirt and hastily did the buttons. He didn't put on his jacket but picked it up from its crumpled state on the floor. He wished he knew where he was.

The previous night was fuzzy. He remembered anger at Ginny and disappointment that Malfoy had been ignoring him. He wondered to himself why his and Seamus' plan hadn't worked better. More importantly, he wished he knew whose house this was!

He crept to one of the doors leading off from the room and opened it. Inside were clothes, clothes upon clothes upon clothes. Harry looked around cautiously, noticing the rather large collection of Muggle outfits, including many button down shirts.

That's funny, Harry thought. It's just like those shirts that Malfoy wears all the time...

Harry's mouth dropped along with the jacket he'd been holding. He slammed the closet door shut and leaned against the door in shock. His heart was beating a mile a minute as he realized exactly where he was and exactly what had happened the night before.

"No, no, no, no," Harry whispered fervidly to himself. "No, I can't have slept with Malfoy! I can't have!"

He decided that he needed to get out of there. He couldn't handle this right now. He didn't know where Draco was, so he bent down and picked up his jacket and moved to the second door. It opened into a long hallway.

Harry crept quietly out, feeling like a burglar in a house, trying not to get caught. He noticed that the hall was rather dark with a few other doors leading off in other directions. He could see light near the end so he went that way.

He came down the stairs and into the large living room and looked around cautiously. There was still no sign of Draco. He moved carefully through the room, passing an opening without looking in.

"Going to leave without even saying goodbye?" A voice followed after him and he froze. "Now, that's not very polite. Didn't anyone ever teach you manners, Potter?"

Harry turned around slowly to see Draco leaning against the frame of the opening quite casually. "Malfoy," he squeaked, partly in fear, partly in embarrassment.

Draco smirked at him, willing himself to remain calm. "Aw, Potty, didn't last night mean anything to you?" he asked, pretending to be hurt while deep down something was tugging on his heart.

"Malfoy, last night was a mistake," Harry said haltingly. He really just wanted to get out of there. He couldn't believe he had let it get so out of hand.

Draco pushed himself off the door frame and Harry couldn't help notice that he was only wearing a towel. He strutted forward, swinging his hips slightly. He walked up closely to Harry and ran a finger down his chest. Harry shivered but fought to control his body.

"You didn't seem to think it was mistake when you were begging me to fuck you," Draco said, his eyes glittering. Harry flushed deeply and Draco smirked. He knew in order for his plan to go through, he had to put aside his disgust of the situation and make Harry think he enjoyed it.

"I--it--I was drunk," Harry said finally.

Draco gave a low laugh as he looked at Harry. "You weren't that drunk," he said, his eyes becoming serious. He ran his hands over Harry's chest and around his neck. Harry's eyes were wide and kind of frightened. "Just admit it, Potter. You enjoyed it," he whispered, his thumb caressing Harry's jaw.

Harry swallowed hard, becoming unnerved by Draco's continued closeness and touching. He moved back from Draco and Draco dropped his hands to his sides. Harry's vision was once again drawn to the towel wrapped so loosely around his waist.

"I really don't want to talk about what happened," he muttered.

That caught Draco's attention, he looked at Harry, a malicious smirk forming on his face. He moved closer once again, and Harry eyed him carefully.

"Really?" Draco drawled. "You don't want to hear how I devoured your body, licking every exposed bit of skin? How you moaned so prettily, begging for more? How I pushed you on the bed and you went willingly, tearing off my clothes in your fervor, unable to wait a second longer for me to be inside you, buried in your tight ass, and you loving every single second of i--"

"Stop!" Harry gave a strangled cry.

Draco stopped and glanced down Harry's body, an evil grin now appearing on his face. "I knew you enjoyed it, Potter," he said. "You're hard now. You want it again, don't you?"

Harry wished it wasn't true, but Draco's words had made him so hot and blood was rushing to his rapidly hardening member.

"No," he said, trying to be firm but his body was betraying him.

Draco moved closer, a seductive look on his face. He leaned around into Harry's neck. He bit down lightly on the skin, earning a hiss from the boy. He licked the spot to soothe it then moved away. "Are you lying?" he whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry's brain screamed at him to lie, lie! Don't tell him the truth! He'll just use it against you! Unfortunately, Harry was not exactly thinking clearly at the moment.

"Kind of," Harry said slowly, not wanting to completely give in.

"Kind of?" Draco repeated. He reached down and grabbed Harry's now fully erect cock, a satisfied feeling flowing through him when he heard him squeak. "This says otherwise."

"Shit, Malfoy," Harry cursed, trying to free himself and glaring at the blond.

"What?" Draco asked innocently, allowing Harry to back away once more. He stood back and sighed, a bored look on his face.

"What we... did... last night, we can't do that again!" Harry exclaimed.

"Why not?" Draco asked, pushing him further.

"Because it's too much like cheating!" he said, throwing his hands in the air.

"So?"

"So?" Harry repeated, staring at him. "Don't you have any morals?" Draco simply raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh, right."

"Listen, Potter," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "I don't really know why you were so eager to start this, but you can't back out now, unless you're a coward."

Harry's eyes flashed when Draco called him a coward. Draco saw the anger building inside and knew he had hit the right nerve.

"I am not a coward!" Harry said angrily. "This is all Ginny's fault in the first place!" Draco raised an interested eyebrow at that. "I'm not going to back out. Fine, Malfoy, we can keep this up. Or at least, I can, can you?"

"Can I?" Draco repeated, pretending to think. Harry was falling perfectly into the trap he had set. He was willing to go further, which consequentially would make him fall harder in the end.

Harry stood there glaring at Draco, waiting for his response. He was silent for so long that Harry said something. "Malfoy?"

"Yes, I can keep this up," Malfoy said simply.

He moved forward again and Harry backed up. He fell over the arm of a chair and ended up sitting sideways in it with his legs draped over the arm. Draco smirked as he came upon him. Harry struggled slightly, trying to unfold himself from the chair.

Draco put his hands on the arm of the chair on either side of Harry's leg and leaned over him. Harry stopped moving and stared up at him. Draco gave him a soft smirk and leaned in closer.

His lips brushed over Harry's as he spoke. "The question is, what's to keep up?" He pressed his palm lightly into Harry's still hard member. Harry groaned softly at the touch. Draco kissed him lightly before moving away. Harry then pushed himself awkwardly out of the chair and onto his feet.

He wasn't sure what to do now. Draco didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation. He was standing and idly examining his nails while Harry stood in front of him. Draco turned to leave but paused before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Oh, and, Potter," he said casually, "be sure not to tell the wife about this."

He then vanished into the other room while Harry stood glued to the floor. A wave of dread washed over him as he realized that Ginny was at home somewhere, waiting to AK him upon his return. Suddenly, the thought of staying here with Draco seemed much more appealing.

Just as he thought that, a voice carried in from the other room. "You better be off, Potter, the little wife will be waiting."

Harry turned stiffly and walked over to a door that looked like the front door. He opened it haltingly and stepped outside into the blinding sun reflecting off the snow. He tugged on his jacket as he shivered in the cold. He walked to the end of the path leading to the house and, with a last look at the large white house, Apparated away to his doom.

Inside, Draco sat down with a sigh at the table. He wished he knew why he had let it escalate to this level. He folded his arms on the table and put his head down on them.

He needed to talk to someone about all this, to help him figure out what on Earth he had been thinking! He sighed again and groaned at the thought of what Blaise would say when he told him of this incident.

"I told you not to sleep with him! What are you going to do now?! This could ruin everything; you know that, right, Draco?"

Draco waved away Blaise's voice and lifted his face. He grabbed a muffin off the plate and tore at it, leaving little pieces all over the table. He would figure this out in time, and he might as well enjoy himself along the way.

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Harry appeared in the alleyway next to his building. He snuck inside and bypassed everyone in the front. He took the stairs up, trying to prepare himself. Once he reached the door to his apartment, he unlocked it carefully.

He was chewing his lip as his nerves took over him. He pushed the door open slowly, grimacing as it squeaked loudly. He went in quietly, hoping against hope that Ginny just might not be home, and attempted to shut the door as carefully as possibly.

When he turned around, Ginny was standing in the opening to the kitchen, her face full of suppressed anger. "Nice of you to drop by," she said, her voice full of cold fury.

Harry turned back to the door and shut it with a snap.


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A/N: Alright, so the morning after! And I'd like to clear this up once and for all: When Ron is drunk, he is accurate. He isn't getting his facts mixed up, alright? Alright :) So... please review!

Oh yeah, lyric is from Bowling for Soup.