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Magnetism	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter, created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including Bloomsbury, Scholastic and Warner Bros. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended

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Draco woke with a crick in his neck and a hard-on greater than he'd ever had. He groaned as he sat forward in his chair. Bloody Potter and his tight black shirt, showing off his Quidditch-toned chest. He looked over to discover the mussed-up sheet on the sofa and no sign of Potter, save his coat, which hung on Draco's rack. He shut his laptop and made a dash for the shower, vowing not to wank to thoughts of Potter.

He stroked himself beneath the steady stream of warm water thinking of muscular chests and tight thighs. He was almost there, when the image of Harry's angry face and wild green eyes as he cornered Draco with his wand came into his head, and he came hard against the shower wall, cursing himself afterwards.

Potter, always getting in the way. He thought disappearing to the Muggle world would get rid of the golden boy and his hold over Draco, ever since he'd saved his life during the war, but no. Like a bloody Niffler finding gold, Potter found him. He'd just better keep his mouth shut as to Draco's true identity.

Draco got out of the shower and dressed in a clean pair of silk pyjama bottoms. He padded barefoot to the dining room, grabbed a pen and paper and wrote Harry a letter.

Potter,

I shouldn't have to tell you, but you're so dense I feel I must. Do not tell anybody who I am. I will seek you out and kill you if you do. You left your bloody coat at my house. I'll send it to you by owl post later this week. Do not contact me again.

Francis McDougall

Draco addressed the envelope and put a stamp on it. He went out to his front porch to affix the letter to his letter box, when Harry Potter came walking up the road. Draco was so mad he could spit. Harry was dressed this time in a tight green t-shirt, showing off each rippling muscle in his torso, and a pair of skinny black jeans that accentuated his arse perfectly. He looked like sex on legs and Draco had to swallow hard before he started yelling.

"Potter, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Harry arrived at the drive and strolled up to Draco's porch. "You don't have to shout. I came to fetch my coat. Don't you ever wear clothes any more?"

Draco didn't dignify that with an answer. "I'll get your coat. Stay here."

He opened the door, heart pounding, and plucked Harry's coat off the rack. Before he realised what he was doing, he was smelling the coat and the spicy, earthy scent that was Potter. It pissed him off that Potter smelled as good as he looked. He was everything that Draco was looking for in a partner and he just had to be Potter.

He stamped out of the house, holding the coat away from himself as if it were infectious, and tossed it in Harry's face.

"Thanks," Harry said, and turned around, shrugging into his coat and stalking away.

Draco remembered the letter. "Oy, Potter, wait." Draco called. He plucked the letter from the letter box and carried it over to where Harry stood in the drive. "This is for you. I'll post our poems today, and I don't want to hear from you until the time comes that you have to pay me one hundred Galleons for losing our bet," Draco said with a sneer.

"Whatever," said Harry in a defeated voice. He took the letter from Draco and walked back down the road and out of sight.

Draco felt his cock stirring again and rushed back into the house, cursing his treacherous body. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, opened it, and took a long draught. He sat down at the table and opened his laptop, navigating to his new outline, trying to get Harry Potter out of his mind.

~*~

Harry had spent the last three days brooding over the fact that Draco Malfoy would not leave his mind. He awoke in the mornings, wet with come, after dreaming of the half-dressed novelist in his silk pyjama bottoms. It was infuriating.

He'd discovered a couple of Draco's blond hairs stuck to his coat and toyed with the idea of asking Zacharias Smith if he still had any Polyjuice and if he wouldn't mind playing Draco's part in bed. But Harry remembered his promise not to tell anybody about Draco's identity or his whereabouts, so that idea was shot.

Harry decided that he needed to get laid and so found himself at a gay Muggle club called Embers. The club was dark and the dancefloor packed as bright lights strobed over the dancing figures and the light of small oil lamps decorated each table, crowded with men. Harry made his way over to the bar and ordered a whisky, bumping into a handsome blond man. "Excuse me," Harry said, and then he got a good look at the man. It was Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy? What are you doing here?" he asked, flabbergasted.

Draco's brilliant smile faded into a sneer as he recognised Harry. "Potter," he said. "I'm doing the same thing you are and I suggest you stay on that side of the room. I don't want to share space with you," Draco said, gesturing to a table-filled area.

"Yeah, fine," Harry retorted. "You stay over there." He pointed at the dancefloor and Draco grinned.

"Gladly," he said, turning on his heel and sashaying over to the dance floor, immediately being drawn into a lascivious dance by a man dressed in purple and black velvet, with long brown hair hanging to his shoulders.

Harry fumed as he watched them. He took a seat at the bar after finishing his drink and ordered another one. His eyes were drawn to Draco and he couldn't stop watching, jealous, as the long-haired man got closer and closer, whispering into Draco's ear and making him laugh in a way that Harry had never seen before. Draco was gorgeous.

He wore an outfit similar to Harry's: a tight black t-shirt and a pair of skinny black jeans, that accentuated his perfectly globed arse.

Draco and the man finished dancing and went to the bar together, sitting down opposite Harry. Harry eyed the man suspiciously. His Auror training instincts had kicked in and he kept a careful eye on him, having learnt to profile people. There was just something false about the man and the way he was charming Draco, and then Harry saw it. The man slipped a tablet into Draco's drink and before Harry could get up to stop him, Draco had drained his drink in one go.

The man caught Draco as he slumped on his bar-stool, and Draco began to nibble at the man's neck. Harry was furious. He got up and rounded the bar, tapping the man on the shoulder. "You'd better bugger off before I call the police," Harry said, throwing as much authority into his voice as he could manage.

"What?" the man asked. "My date here has just had one too many, and I was about to take him home, so I'd appreciate it if you'd leave."

"I saw you drop a tablet into my friend's drink, so don't fuck with me," Harry scowled. He tapped Draco on his shoulder. "Malfoy, come on, let's get out of here."

Draco turned to look at Harry, his pupils nearly covering the grey of his eyes. "Potter? Is that you?" he asked, smiling dumbly.

"Yes," said Harry. "It's me. You've been drugged, let's get you home."

"Don't wanna," Draco complained. "Wanna shag. Do you wanna shag, Potter?" Draco asked ignoring the man whose lap he was practically sitting in.

Harry pulled Draco off and glared at the man, who casually walked away. Draco clung to Harry's arm. He pulled himself upright and steadied himself, holding onto Harry's shoulders. He looked down at Harry's lips and suddenly, Harry found his mouth full of Draco's tongue and couldn't help but snog him back, though a little voice in the back of his head reminded him that Draco was not in his right mind. Harry pulled away, leaving Draco panting, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

"I want you, Potter," Draco slurred into Harry's ear, and began nibbling on the shell. "I want to fuck you, want to stick my thick cock up that perfect arse of yours. S'all I've been thinking about for days."

"Right," Harry said, knowing it was the drugs talking. "Well let's get back to your place and we'll talk."

Harry had to practically drag Draco to the back exit to the alley behind the club. Once they were outside, Draco pushed Harry, with surprising strength, up against the wall and fell to his knees before him.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Harry asked, his voice going high-pitched.

"Wanna suck your cock," Draco answered, trying to undo Harry's jeans at the seam.

Harry lifted him back up on his feet. "Let's get back to your place, yeah? Hold onto me, I'll side-along you."

Harry grabbed Draco about the waist with one arm, turned and Disapparated. They reappeared outside Malfoy Manor and Draco stumbled over his feet.

Harry half-dragged Draco to his house, taking three times as long to get there than he normally would. The chill in the air was palpable as they walked. Harry had forgotten his coat at the club and assumed that Draco had as well. Draco shivered against Harry's body, teeth chattering in the February night. They finally arrived.

"Can you manage to take down your wards?" Harry asked, hoping that Draco was with it enough to do it himself. Harry didn't want to have to spend any more time outside breaking through them.

"Muggle house," Draco mumbled. "Key's in my pocket." He reached for his pocket, but his coordination was off and he kept missing it. Harry reached inside for him and withdrew the key and unlocked the front door. He set the key down on the wooden room divider and then found himself once again being attacked by Draco. Draco held him against the wall, his thigh nestled between Harry's legs, and he began snogging Harry as if he was a starving man at a banquet, devouring as much as possible.

Harry broke away for air. "Malfoy, let's get you to bed. You need to sleep this off."

"Yes, bed," Draco crooned. "Want to fuck your tight arse. Want to eat you out and make you writhe beneath me."

"We'll see," said Harry, deciding to go along with whatever Draco said in order to get him to his bedroom. Harry found himself being pushed down on top of Draco's enormous bed, and covered with Draco's body, rubbing up and down against his erection. Draco's hand snaked its way down to massage Harry's cock through his jeans, bringing it to full hardness, and Harry gasped.

He tipped his wand out of its concealed holster and murmured, Stupefy. Draco fell limp on top of him and Harry struggled to get out from beneath the taller and heavier man. He levitated Draco up into his bed and pulled the blankets up over him.

He took a seat in a rocking chair which sat in the corner of Draco's room, not daring to leave in case Draco woke up and decided to leave the house while still under the influence.

Draco stirred several hours later and Harry jolted awake, having fallen asleep rocking.

"Potter?" Draco said groggily.

"Yeah, I'm still here," said Harry.

"Tell me I didn't do what I think I did last night," Draco pleaded.

"I don't know," said Harry. "What is it you think you did?"

"I think I admitted to you that I want your body."

"Er—yes, you did do that."

"Christ," Draco swore, throwing his pillow over his face.

"It's all right," Harry said. "I didn't take advantage of you or anything. I had to stun you to get you into bed though."

"That's not making me feel any better, Potter," Draco called, muffled by the pillow.

Harry didn't know what to say. He felt incredibly awkward. He realised he had dropped his animosity towards Draco sometime in the past few days. He was afraid it was only Draco's body that he sought, but after being offered it so freely the night before, he realised that he wanted to actually get to know the Malfoy known as Draco.

"Well, I should go," said Harry, standing up.

"Yes," said Draco. "You should."

Harry paused. "Are you going to be all right?"

"I'll manage, Potter. Now scram before I get mad at you."

Harry walked to the door and Draco's voice stopped him.

"Thank you, for taking care of me last night," Draco said quietly.

"You're welcome," Harry said, not daring to turn around. His heart thundered in his ears and he had Draco's scent all over his body. The smell of whisky and cigarettes, and instead of being a total turn-off, Harry thought the smell was quite nice.

He left the house and nearly broke into a run once he reached the dirt road. He still couldn't believe the amazing kiss from the night before or the sensation of Draco bringing him to hardness. He grew hard remembering it. He reached the Apparation point and returned home.

In the shower, Harry replayed the night's events as they happened once he'd got Draco home. He stroked his cock, thick and heavy, as the water poured down the valleys of his back and into the crack of his arse. He wanted Draco's cock. Wondered what it would look like, how it would feel to be penetrated by Draco. He came, spurting hard all over his hand, and watched the thick white fluid as it was washed away down the drain. Why did it have to be Malfoy? If Francis McDougall was any other person in the world, Harry would be all over him. But Malfoy. It seemed like the harder he tried to stay away from him, the stronger the pull towards him became.

Draco was dangerous, like a drug. Harry didn't think he could ever get enough of him. Even when they fought, Draco aroused feelings in Harry that he didn't experience with anybody else. Draco made him feel alive and he liked it.

Disgusted with himself for being weak, Harry climbed out of the shower and towelled off.
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