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Chapter 4: Please

Draco flood to work the next day feeling very anxious.

When he arrived home the night before, he was too tired to think. He had just enough time to tuck Scorpius in, shower off the smell of sex, and collapse on the bed in a fit of exhaustion.

This morning, however, memories from the day before assaulted him.

He regretted going to Blaise last night, but not because of the rough treatment.

He felt unhinged and unstable, taking it all out on Blaise. He felt like he was unravelling at the seams, and it was all because of Potter.

He was shocked at his own behavior. He should no have allowed it. Every sexual act between them was initiated by Draco himself. It was never Blaise, and this is the way he preferred it. He carefully planned in advance what he would be doing with him, especially if it was rope play. That was half the fun. He knew Blaise enjoyed himself the night before, all the same, but he still felt out of control.

He was extremely rough with Blaise, to be sure, but it was nothing Blaise could not handle. He had endured rougher treatment from Draco. In the past, there were many occasions when he kept Blaise tied up for hours, torturing his body with pleasure and pain, not allowing him to cum until the very end.

The whole idea of BDSM had come from Blaise in the first place. It was at his request that he be tied down in submission, and Draco was only too happy to oblige. It suited them, and fifteen years of sex required variety to survive.

The only difference was the lack of preparation this time around. Draco was in too much of a rush and assumed that Blaise would be amply stretched from the weekend before.

Blaise always required prep as It was not often that they fucked four days in a row, and therein lies the rub.

They were having too much sex.

Draco made the iron clad decision to cut off the sexual aspect of the relationship immediately, until Blaise got his act together. There was no way around it. Blaise was not following the rules and he was surprised by his newfound forwardness. He didn’t like it. This was another breech of their rules. It was an unspoken rule that Draco was the only one allowed to initiate. He needed to be the one in control. Without it, their friendship could be compromised. They were already in too deep as it was.

Draco would make sure to keep his distance, and if Blaise propositioned him, he would have to be honest and immovable.

He whined internally. That meant that Draco was going to be sexually deprived for an indeterminate amount of time. He felt like a true martyr, making such a sacrifice. He knew what his mood would be like in the upcoming weeks.

Then, there was Saint Potter.

He was the whole reason Draco had lost control in the first place.

He had no idea what he would be walking into today, and this made him incredibly nervous. Maybe Potter would work to avoid him all day, in light of his hard cock pressing against his thigh at the gym, and that was something he could live with.

Potter did not have a set partner as he was the Head Auror. He was not required to go on field missions all the time, but he would always go for high profile cases, and he would always choose Draco as his partner. As a result, Draco was left without an official partner, but everyone knew that Draco was Potter’s de-facto partner.

At first, Draco did not understand why Potter always insisted it be him. They hated each other with passion, but they were suppose to trust each other with their lives?

Now, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Though he grated his nerves, he knew Potter better than all the others, besides perhaps Weasley. He knew every move he was going to make before he made it, having watched him so closely for most of his life. The difference between Draco and Weasley however, is that Draco was not afraid to check him when he was being a reckless Gryffindor idiot, and he was smart. He noticed things at the scene that the others did not, such as the magical forcefield from the day before. Weasley would have easily missed that.

He could no longer count how many times he had saved Potter’s life in the field, especially lately. The man was acting like he had a death wish.

Was all that going to change? Would it be awkward and uncomfortable? Or maybe (hopefully), he would pretend like nothing happened.

A paper airplane memo landed on his desk. It was from Potter, requesting his immediate presence in his office.
He was here early, not a good sign.

Draco sighed and got up to make the trek of doom to Potter’s office across the hall. He checked his full length mirror before leaving, noting his reflection. Not a hair was out of place and it shined immaculately in the morning daylight. He was in his auror uniform, but had foregone his outer robe. His trousers were magically altered from the original cotton to include some spandex to move more easily in the field. As a result, they hugged his frame like a second skin.

He arrived at Potter’s door, too soon, knocking loudly and opening it without waiting for an answer, the same way Potter announced himself at Draco’s office.

“Malfoy, good morning,” he said brightly without meeting his eyes. He was reading a case file in front of him.

“Potter.”

“Did you have breakfast already? I’m starved and there’s a case I need to discuss with you. Let’s go to the cafe around the corner.”

“Can’t we discuss it here?”

“The food is terrible here, and I didn’t eat at home today. Come on Malfoy, it’s just breakfast. Don’t be a ponce. Let’s go.”

He could hardly deny his boss. Draco was really starting to worry now as the descended the lift in silence and began walking out of the Ministry. He had never insisted Draco accompany him for breakfast before.

The cafe was brimming with people, the morning crowd, mostly Ministry of Magic employees. All the tables were taken and there was a long line to be seated.

When they spotted Potter, almost everyone there greeted him enthusiastically while Draco was left sulking behind him, mostly trying to hide. He hated public places that were full of his colleagues and avoided them at all costs.

Though Potter kept adamently refusing, they were aggressively bustled to the front of the line and one of the cafe employees magically conjured a small table for two, just for Potter.

‘I guess it pays to be the Savior’, Draco thought with venom.

It was right in front of the central bay window. It was difficult to reach, crowded all around by tables, but it was in full view of all the patrons, as well as anyone walking by the cafe outside. Draco felt exposed.

After they ordered, just coffee for Draco, and the classic full English breakfast for Potter, Draco began to fidget restlessly. Potter wasn’t talking, choosing to read his file instead. When the coffee, tea, and toast arrived, he took a sip of tea before saying,

“Listen, about yesterday…”

Draco’s heart seized up. I guess pretending like nothing happened is out of the question.

“…I just wanted to say thanks.”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

“For pulling me back from that house with the forcefield. I could have been toast,” he smiled and took a bite of his own toast.

Draco sighed in relief as he watched him lick the crumbs from his lips before saying distractedly,

“It’s my job.”

“Still, it’s nice to know you have my back.”

Then he moved his chair closer to Draco and leaned in. He continued in a soft voice so that no one around them could hear,

“Listen, sorry I’ve been a bit of a prat to you these last few weeks. I know I’ve been more reckless than usual. Things at home aren’t going so well…”

He lowered his voice to a near whisper and bent his head conspiratorially so that Draco had to lean in to hear him, their faces almost touching,

“Ginny and I are separated, and I…”

“Hello.” Blaise was standing right in front of their table.

Draco startled. Blaise had managed to squeeze his way between the numerous tables in front of them without him noticing. It was hard to startle Draco.

First rule of auror training: know your surroundings.

He immediately backed his chair away from Potter to their original distance. Potter noticed.

“Well, this is a surprise. What brings you two here this morning?” He smiled and his tone was light, but Draco knew he was angry.

“What does it look like, Zabini? We’re working,” Potter answered rudely.

He looked down at their table. The case file lay neglected and closed at the opposite edge of where they were sitting, closest to Zabini.

“I can see that…Draco, are we still on for lunch?”

Draco nodded, incapable of speech at the moment.

“Alright I’ll see you later.” He reached out to Draco for a quick handshake goodbye.

“Potter,” he reached out to shake his hand as well, never one to forget his manners.

Potter took it and held onto it longer, even after Blaise tried to pull it back. He studied his hand as he pulled it forward and turned it over, forcing his sleeve up more.

His wrist was scratched with tiny red angry welts. It was significantly worse than last night.

“What happened to your wrist Zabini?”

Blaise flushed, glancing at Draco a moment, and forcefully pulled it out of Potter’s grip and shoved his sleeve down.

“Bad reaction to a new watch…I’m late. Goodbye, for now.”

He turned and left the restaurant in a hurry.

Potter was lost in thought for a moment, “I don’t know what you see in that guy.”

Draco, recovering from Blaise’s sudden appearance, bristled at that,

“You don’t hear me bad mouthing the Weasel. Why do you always give him such a hard time?”

Potter blushed for some reason, “That was no new watch. Those are clearly chafe marks.”

Both Harry and Draco had ample experience with the side effects of the incarcerous charm. They used it frequently to detain criminal suspects.

Draco willed himself not to blush, holding onto his anger instead.

“It’s none of your bloody business, Potter! Blaise is my best friend and you will treat him with respect.”

Potter took a few bites of his sausage, looking pensive.

Eventually, Potter started talking about the case, but Draco was barely paying attention. He knew he would have a copy waiting on his desk when he returned.

Instead, he was wondering why on earth Potter brought him here to share his personal life with him. The whole thing was very untoward and made Draco feel off balance. Everyone was breaking the rules. Was there no one he could count on to follow proper protocol?

“…and it might take all night. What do you think?”

“What?”

“I said, we have to stake out the place today to see if we catch anyone going in or out. Are you in?”

“Sure Potter, whatever you say.” Harry smiled.

“I think we should get over there just before lunch time. They’ll have to leave for food eventually…”

When Draco returned to the ministry, he threw himself into his work, trying to distract himself from the fact that he would be stuck in close quarters with Potter all afternoon and possibly, all evening.

The case that Potter took a special interest in involved a crime ring of professionals who were smuggling highly illegal potions across the border in large quantities.

Some of them were deadly, but Draco took a particular interest in one dangerous potion that was turning up in the school bags of Hogwarts children.

When imbibed, they made the person feel euphoric, as if they were on a different plane of magic, an alternate universe where they were invincible. Consequently, it loosened all their inhibitions and made them very susceptible to suggestion. Not a good combination. It was being used recreationally.

It was like a drinkable version of the imperious charm and the effects of firewhiskey rolled into one, in the hands of children.

When it was a quarter to 11, he remembered to send a memo to Blaise that he would not be able to make lunch.

10 minutes later, there was a soft knock on his door and Blaise walked in, shutting the door behind him, throwing up silence and locking charms.

Draco was surprised to see him. He never came unless Draco called.

“I’m sorry. Potter’s forcing me on a stakeout through lunch…” he began.

Blaise wasn’t listening. He strolled behind Draco’s desk and bent down to kiss him, but Draco put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Not here, Blaise. Listen, we should talk.”

Now was as good a time as any. He hoped Blaise wouldn’t make a scene. He knew better than that.

Blaise crossed his arms in anger.

“Yes, maybe we should talk. Let’s talk about why in the bleeding fuck you were canoodling with Potter over breakfast. Since when are you two so close? I thought you hated him. Tell me now and tell me true. Are you fucking him?”

Blaise’s voice rose to a shout towards the end. He never raised his voice.

Draco couldn’t believe Blaise’s jealous boyfriend routine. This is exactly why he had to do this.

“No. Have you lost your marbles? Of course I’m not fucking bloody Harry Potter! This isn’t about Potter. Forget him. Listen to me. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I need you and I to take a break from our arrangement.”

Blaise’s world felt like it was crashing down around him and his voice became small,

“Why? Did I do something wrong last night?”

Draco had bound, gagged, and beat him. Draco had fucked him ruthlessly and without preparation, yet he was the one asking if he did something wrong?

“You were perfect, as always. Listen Blaise, you’re the most important person in my life after Scorpius. I want what’s best for you. I’ve been taking up all your time lately, especially your nights, and it just feels selfish. I need you to go out and start dating again, just see what’s out there.”

“I don’t want to ‘see what’s out there’ Drake. I have everything I need. Don’t do this. Please.”

“We can’t do this anymore. My decision is final.”

To his horror, Blaise’s eyes began to water and he turned around.

Draco didn’t know what to do. He stood up and walked towards him. His back was tense. He put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Draco pulled his hand back, as if burned.

He turned around. His eyes were red but there were, thankfully, no tears.

“I know what this is really about. This is about your bloody obsession with Potter! I saw you cozying up with him just this morning and now you’re calling this off? Am I suppose to believe that’s a coincidence? You’re pathetic Draco, pining after him since 4th year. Is this really about me dating? Or do you want a free conscience while you fuck Potter!?”

Where in the bloody hell did that come from?

“Blaise, don’t be ridiculous. This has nothing to do with Potter. Be rational please. We’ve gone months, sometimes years, without sex before. It was fine then. Why not now? You’re the only man I’ve ever been with. You know that. Please don’t be angry with me. We’re still going to see each other all the time. I don’t want this to affect our friendship. You’re my best friend and I love you…

…I just need to see you with someone who can give you what I can’t,” he finished softly.

“Love, huh.” Blaise chortled without joy.

Fuck you, Malfoy,” and he began walking towards the door in angry strides.

Draco was shocked to hear his surname from his mouth. It sounded so wrong coming from him. It hurt.

When Blaise grabbed the door and thrust it open, he saw Potter standing on the other side of it.

He scoffed at him, looking at Draco with livid betrayal, “He’s ready for you now.”

He threw the door open so hard that it bounced on its hinges and closed shut on Harry’s face.

Potter opened it slightly and peeked behind the door.

“Lover’s spat?”

That struck too close to home. He hoped Blaise’s silencing charms held.

“Shut up, Potter. I’m in no mood for you today. Let’s just get this over with.” He grabbed his cloak.

“After you, boss,” Potter replied, in annoyingly high spirits.

__________________________

Instead of flooing from the atrium, Harry directed them outside the back emergency exit where Harry’s flying motorcycle was parked, away from the crowds, a designated parking spot just for him. Why he insisted on flying to work on a hunk of metal, instead of just apparating, Draco could never understand.

Harry took his wand out muttering a complex transfiguration charm and it transformed into something resembling a 2 door black dodge charger.

“We’re taking this for the stake out.”

Show off. “Don’t be an idiot, Potter. This Is completely conspicuous. We’ll just apparate and disillusion ourselves like we always do.”

The idea of being stuck inside of an enclosed space with Potter and his potent magic for hours was already giving him anxiety.

“I don’t want to stand outside in the sun for hours Draco. The car has a disillusion charm built in and cool air too. Get in.”

He rolled his eyes but got in. In truth, he feared for his safety. He read the statistics on car accidents and considered them death on wheels, but he wasn’t about to show fear.

As they drove to their target, Potter asked after Astoria and Scorpius. He hated small talk and kept his answers short and devoid of details.

When they arrived at an abandoned warehouse, thankfully in one piece, Harry turned off the car and pressed the invisibility shield.

They sat in silence staring at the warehouse. Blaise’s voice echoed in Draco’s mind. He felt awful. He did not expect it to go that badly and couldn’t think how to make it up to him, as sex was off the table now. The worst of it was his accusations about Harry which echoed in his mind.

Pining after him since 4th year.

“You seem upset. Is everything okay with Blaise?”

“Everything is perfectly fine Potter. Since when do you take such an interest in my personal life?”

“I shared mine with you. I figure It’s only fair you share in return. That’s how friendships work, Malfoy.”

Twenty more minutes of silence passed.

“…Draco, I know about Blaise.”

Draco snapped his head towards him, forehead furrowed.

“You don’t know anything Potter.”

“…I saw you two in the piano room at the Spielberg Mansion Ministry Ball a few months ago.”

Draco remembered that night. Spielberg, the filmmaker was being honored for all his contributions. The man was clearly a wizard but had integrated himself into the muggle world for the sake of his muggle wife. He made countless donations to the Ministry’s muggle relations department.

He had gotten horrifically drunk and dragged Blaise to that room to suck his cock. Blaise looked particularly handsome that evening and was stealing the focus of most of the party attendees. All eyes were on him as is ought to be. He was wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo. Everyone was dressed in muggle eveningwear that night to honor the event, but none so effectively as Blaise. He was charming, dashing, single, and rich. He was chatting up everybody that night but carefully avoiding Draco, who was there with Astoria. He flirted shamelessly with any witch or wizard who was brave enough to walk up to him.

The music room was at the opposite end of the house from the ballroom. He had thought they would be safe as he had thrown up silence and locking charms. He was all over Blaise that night, kissing him senseless, gripping his ass tightly while tonguing his neck before sinking down to his knees to suck his cock.

“I was hiding out in there before you came in,” he continued.

Fuck. Draco was truly screwed now. Harry could blackmail him into anything. What was he supposed to do? Would Potter out him?

“Listen, obviously I haven’t told anyone and never will. You can trust me Draco. Are you two in love?”

“Don’t be ridiculous Potter. It was completely casual. Besides, there’s nothing to tell. Blaise and I ended it this morning.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” not sounding sorry in the slightest.

“Did you always know you liked men?”

Draco took a deep breath. He never talked about this with anyone, and now he was forced to discuss it with the blasted Savior, of all people.

“More or less.”

“Then why did you marry Astoria?”

“That’s how it’s done in pureblood circles. Get married. Produce an heir. Our marriage was arranged since infancy.”

Potter was pensive for a moment.

“ I know what you mean. Ginny and I got married straight out of Hogwarts. I never even stopped to think what I want. Now that we’re separated, I finally can. I think about what I want all the time now.”

He continued, “You know, ever since I saw you that night with him, I realized I might…”

“Look, someone’s going in.” Draco thanked God, circe and every deity he could think of that he finally had an excuse to cut the conversation short.

They found gallons of various potions inside which they seized and arrested the man without much of a fight. He took one look at the scar on Harry’s forehead and surrendered. He was the only one inside. They would have to question him thoroughly because Potter has a hunch that this was just one of many warehouses scattered across the country. This man was just a worker, not anyone important in the crime ring.

When 5pm rolled around, he was completely drained of all energy, but he forced himself to the gym anyway. He needed something to get his mind off this trainwreck of a day.

Harry was already there, as per usual, and shirtless, again. Draco’s annoyance was heightened as he had spent an inordinate amount of time with him today, and his nerves were fried. He couldn’t keep quiet tonight.

“Don’t you own any shirts Potter?”

He was lying flat on the bench press making loud grunting noises as he pushed the bar up. He set the bar in its holster with a loud clank and sat up smiling.

“Why does it bother you so much?” He looked at him with a knowing grin.

He didn’t reply and completed his workout in silence.

Keeping his workout short, he rushed into the locker rooms to shower up and get home. He didn’t want any run-ins.

He got out of the shower, put a towel around his waist and went to the sink to brush his teeth.

When he looked up at the mirror again, he saw Harry standing right behind him, his naked chest dripping with sweat, still in his gym shorts. They locked eyes in the mirror and he turned towards him abruptly.

“What do you want, Potter?”

He looked around, making sure they were alone, then stepped closer and inhaled deeply.

“You smell really good.”

“It’s called soap. You should try it sometime.”

He tried to take a step back, but the sink was behind him digging into his back.

He moved sideways to get away from him but Harry gripped both his arms tight enough to bruise.

“Unhand me, this instant.” He tried to squirm out of his grip.

“Shut up, Malfoy. Stay still. I want to try something,” and he leaned his face closer, doing the unthinkable.

His lips softly brushed Draco’s and he felt an electric tingle pass through his body causing him to shiver. Harry smiled at that, then became more daring, pressing his lips tighter against him and began to move them softly. He released his grip to slide his hands up his arms around his neck.

He didn’t respond at first. He was paralyzed with shock, but pleasure thrummed through him at the contact and he began to responded after a minute, tentatively. Then Harry thrust his tongue inside to deepen the kiss and alarm bells went off in his mind.

This is Harry Potter, the bloody savior, the thorn in his side. He was hounded wherever he went. This would come out and he would be destroyed.

He put his hands on his chest and pushed him away, hard. Harry stumbled backwards as Draco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in exaggerated disgust. He saw that Harry's erection was back in full force.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Harry swayed on his feet, as if he were dizzy. He touched his lips softly. “What? You said Zabini is out of the picture, and I assume your wife’s not a problem.”

Draco’s mouth fell open.

“Don’t you dare mention my wife! And you think just because Zabini’s out of the picture, I’ll be your bloody experiment!?”

“I see the way you look at me,” he answered cockily.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re everybody’s favorite golden boy. How silly of me to forget. Well, fuck you Potter, you pompous prick! Not everyone is going to bend over backwards for you because you deign to look at them, least of all me.”

“I was rather hoping I’d be the one bending over.”

Images assaulted his mind. He couldn’t count how many times had he imagined Harry bent over, sometimes tied up, taking it from Draco while he pounded him from behind, finally putting him in his place. He felt his cock harden to fullness underneath his towel.

“Listen Malfoy, I’ve been thinking about this, about you, for a long time, ever since I saw you with Zabini…I just want to know what it’s like.” He stepped closer to caress Draco’s arm.

Draco turned his head away from Harry.

There was Blaise to think about. He did not want him to be hurt, or worse, right.

“I’m not interested Potter. Find someone else.”

Then Harry stroked his arm downwards, slowly, towards his hard cock which was jutting out through his towel and grasped it firmly.

“Are you sure about that?”

Harry looked down at the toweled cock in his hand then peeked up to look at him coyly through his eyelashes.

His response was delayed, but still affective. Draco pulled back his arm and thrust a clenched fist forward with all his might. He punched Harry clear across his jaw, hard enough to brake his own hand.

He fell to the ground, grasping his face in shock, but still had a smile on his face.

“You’re stronger than you look.”

“Fuck you!”

He transfigured his towel into plain clothes and walked out in a hurry, clutching his injured hand, leaving Harry lying on the ground, staring after him.

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The next day at work, Draco was in a terror of a mood. Fucking Potter, fucking prick was the mantra that filled his brain all day. He could hardly focus on anything else.

He should not have punched him. He was, after all, his boss, but the prat deserved it. Clearly, he though he could take whatever and whomever he wanted at any given time.

Their little interlude yesterday caused Draco to arrive home that night with a broken hand and a raging boner.

He muttered a quick episkey to fix his hand. As for the boner, with Blaise not around, he was forced to bring himself off on his own. He tried to focus on images of Blaise, but the memory of Harry was too visceral in his mind.

He woke up with cum staining his sheets even though he had tossed off the night before. This time, he remembered the dream and hated himself for it. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was at Hogwarts. Ironically, the subject matter of his wet dream was exactly the same as it was 15 years ago.

Suffice to say, he was in a foul mood when he went down for lunch.

Harry had the decency to stay away from him this morning and he was looking forward to having lunch with Blaise.

They had lunch together almost every day, unless Draco had to work through. He hoped things could still be okay with him. He was planning to offer to buy him lunch off Ministry grounds at his favorite Italian restaurant down the block.

When he arrived at the food court, he spotted Blaise sitting with someone already, laughing openly.

Sitting across from him was a burly handsome bloke with blonde wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, and tanned skin. He was smiling at Blaise with perfectly straight, white teeth. He looked very young.

When Draco got closer to the table to greet him, he heard Blaise speaking to him in Italian. His voice was a smooth baritone. Draco always told him it was the sexiest sound he ever heard.

He was surprised to hear the man-boy answering him in fluent Italian as well.

They didn’t notice Draco approaching, wrapped up as they were. Draco had to clear his throat to announce his presence.

“Oh, hi Draco.”

“Blaise. Who’s your friend?”

The blonde bloke stood up. His hair was not as blonde as Draco’s but rather a warm honey. He stood taller than Draco at 6’4. He was massive but trim. Draco hated him immediately.

“Hi, I’m Jacob. Heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you,” he shook Draco’s hand enthusiastically, with more force than necessary.

“Draco. Pleasure’s all mine, I’m sure.” he said stiffly.

“Blaise here was just telling me that he and I summered in the same place in Italy as kids. Can you believe that?”

‘How long ago was that, last year?’ He thought.

“No. How lovely. Blaise, may I speak with you in private?”

“We have to be getting back to work Draco. We took an early lunch and just finished up. Jacob is a new trainee in the DoM with me. I’m overseeing his training.”

“Thank God for that.” Jacob smiled with mirth.

“I just started a few weeks ago, and I’d be lost without him, literally. There’s over a hundred passageways down there.” He chuckled as did Blaise.

Draco hated this guy. He was far too jolly and couldn’t be older than 22. Draco was still only 32 years old, but felt threatened by this man’s cheerful continence and youth.

“I’ll see you around Drake,” Blaise said without meeting his eyes.

“Bye Drake!” Jacob waved.

Draco narrowed his eyes. He wanted to throttle him. Only Blaise was allowed to call him Drake. Blaise smiled guiltily and shrugged, as if to excuse his behavior.

Draco was left standing there, thoroughly rankled now. He grabbed a salad and headed back up the lift to eat in his office, alone.

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A couple weeks passed by, without incident.

Harry hadn’t tried anything untoward with Draco since that night in the locker room. He avoided the gym, opting for his house gym instead. They fell back into their tense work flow. They still snarled at each other, but Harry seemed more jolly than usual.

Draco hated him more than ever.

Blaise, on the other hand, was avoiding him at all costs. It made him absolutely miserable, but he could hardly blame him. He knew if he just gave it time, he would see reason and start dating a pureblood woman soon. Then, they could start up again, as per usual.

At the very least, they could continue having drinks at the Wizarding Country Club on Wednesday nights, a time honored tradition since they had come of age. He was disappointed to not see him there the past two Wednesdays.

Still, he was confident that nothing could shake their 20 year friendship. In the meantime, he had to be willing to give the man space after everything he put him through. He did not try to contact him.

He scoured the newspapers every day. If Blaise was out in public on a date, there most certainly would be a story about it. He was not nearly as hounded by the media as Harry, but his dating life was of particular interest to the Wizarding world, considering his large fortune.

It was by the third week on a Wednesday morning that he opened up The Daily Profit to page 6 and promptly spat out all his coffee in shock.

It was titled Pureblood Prince Zabini Spotted with Boyfriend!

Draco’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t bring himself to read the article, but he didn’t need to. The picture said it all. It took up most of the page. Him and this Jacob fellow were posing together outside of the posh restaurant, Incantation. They stood proudly, holding hands and smiling, then suddenly, Blaise leans up to give him a kiss, full on the mouth. This kept playing over and over again, on a loop.

Draco threw the paper in the bin with an incendio and it burst into flames.

He got up to find Blaise immediately. He flew out of his door and slammed the lifts closed angrily as he descended to the basement. He had rarely visited Blaise down here. Jacob wasn’t lying when he said there were hundreds of passages, but he finally managed to find him after asking around.

He opened the door of the laboratory where he was looking through a magical microscope, Jacob bent over him with a hand on his back. The room was deathly quiet.

“Blaise!”

Blaise startled and looked up.

“I need to speak with you, now.”

Blaise sighed and got up to walk towards Draco. He turned and told Jacob not to worry. He would be right back. When he reached him, Draco grabbed his arm, shutting the door hard behind him and dragged him to an empty lab nearby.

“You want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Blaise just looked at his feet. It appeared he was thinking. After a minute of Draco fuming in front of him, he finally answered,

“Listen Drake, I know you’re upset, but I’m sick of hiding. I don’t care about the stupid pureblood rules the way you do. I just want to live my life. I can’t be perfect the way you want me to be and I’m sorry for that, but I can’t live a lie anymore.”

“You’re not thinking straight Blaise! This kid is corrupting you and all your ideals.”

“They’re not my ideals. They’re yours. Draco, who are you living your life for? For those pureblood prats you see at parties sometimes? Who gives a flying fuck what they think? You haven’t touched Astoria since Scorpius was conceived. Shouldn’t she be allowed to be with someone who truly loves her? Our parents are not around anymore to dictate our lives. I’m 32 years old. Why can’t you understand that I just want to be who I am, without shame or fear.”

“There’s nothing wrong with marrying a woman to make a family Blaise! You can be whoever you want in private. What we do in private should be no one’s business.”

“I don’t want to marry a woman and live a secret life…I want to be with you!”

Draco didn’t miss a beat. “Well, there is a very large picture in The Profit that suggests otherwise!”

He crossed his arms in a huff and turned around. It drove him to insane jealousy when Blaise was with other men. He knew that.

“Draco, I’m in love with you.”

The words rang heavy in the silent room.

Draco didn’t say anything. What could he say?

“…have been, for quite some time now.”

His back was still turned against Blaise. Draco hung his head low.

“Will you please turn around and look at me.”

He slowly turned around to face him, dragging his feet.

Blaise grabbed his face to kiss him softly and the kiss was returned.

“Jacob is a wonderful man…” Draco scoffed at this and tried to break from his hold.

“No, listen. Anyone would be lucky to be with him. If I wasn’t an idiot who was madly in love with a complete prat, I’d give it a real chance. That was only our first date. I was just trying to make you jealous. I’m sorry.”

Blaise kissed him again. “I miss you Drake…Please come back to me. Be with me, for real this time.”

“But Astoria…”

“Astoria deserves someone who loves her. Scorpius will have two houses, twice the amount of love. He’s older now. He’ll be fine.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Just think about it.” He gave him a long deep sensual kiss. His cock hardened instantly.

He hadn’t had sex in weeks.

Draco needed this out of the way, “So you’ll break up with him, right?”

“Nah, he’s a lot of fun. He’s young and innocent. It will be nice to corrupt him a bit, until you get your head out of your arse.”

“Blaise, I forbid it! You will break up with him, tonight.”

“Are you ready to be with me?”

Draco choked with disbelief at the man’s gall, not able to formulate words.

“Then, no. We have a date tonight, by the way, so I won’t be able to make it to the club.” He smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking out of the door, letting it close softly behind him.

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Draco was on a rampage. As he stormed back to the Auror offices, people flew out of his way. His rage was palpable. It crackled in the air. The lamps in the office flickered wildly when he walked by. He went in his office and slammed the door shut stewing behind his desk with his head buried in his hands.

Ten minutes later, there was a loud knock and Potter threw the door open.

“What the FUCK do you want, Potter?”

This was all his fault, as far as Draco was concerned.

All those things Blaise was angry about the last time they talked, involved Harry. The only reason a break from him was necessary in the first place is because Harry was driving him barmy enough to seek him out too frequently. He wanted to kill the stupid prat standing in his doorway.

“Well, hello to you too, darling.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re in a lovely mode today. Listen, I caught a break on that illegal potions case a few weeks back, the ones that were showing up at Hogwarts?” Draco perked up.

“It seems like they’re being manufactured in Turkey and we need to go there to check it out. Be ready to leave in an hour and pack a bag. We might need to be there for a few days.”

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When they arrived in Turkey, Draco was shocked by the sheer amount of people everywhere. The entrance to the Wizarding Bizarre was inside an abandoned mosque that look dilapidated from the outside. It was missing one of the pillars. There was a new shiny mosque right next to it.

They did some recon work, but didn’t make much headway. It was hard to get anywhere because they didn’t speak Turkish, but many of them spoke English and tried to direct them. They stared at Draco’s hair enviously. It was obvious he was tourist.

After they spent hours around the markets and got nowhere, they headed back to their hotel in the center of Istanbul in Taksim Square. Draco was exhausted from all the walking.

The concierge told them about a Turkish bath close by that was a must-visit. Draco was pleased as he needed a way to relax and the baths of Turkey were legendary.

Potter insisted on tagging along.

The main part of the bath was a ceramic steam room, but it had many passages leading to different areas and it was somehow open to the outside. Draco plopped down on his towel, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He heard someone sit noisily across from him. It had to be Harry. He was the only one who moved around with the grace of an oaf.

Steam billowed around him and he breathed it in. He kept his eyes closed for a while, but the feeling of being watched started to vex him. He cracked his eyes open to see Harry staring at him through the the thick steam, unblinking.

Harry was in fine form tonight. He was naked, but for a tiny towel. His body looked immaculate and wet. The towel sat low on his hips and revealed his deep V pelvic bone. Abs glistened in the dim light. He seemed more ripped than Draco remembered. The heat from the steam caused all his vessels to dilate. He rubbed his left bicep with the opposite hand and fluttered his eyelashes at Draco shyly.

Draco felt his cock stir as he took him in. He was beyond sexually frustrated at this point. After a minute, he got up and went to another room. Potter followed. Not wanting to get into a shouting match in public, he gave up and decided to go back to the hotel.

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After showering, he put his silk pajama bottoms on and poured himself a drink. It had to be ordered up special as it wasn’t available in his room. When he was halfway through his fourth drink, there was a knock at the door.

He put on his robe and answered.

“What can I do for you Potter?”

He had a case file in his hands. “ I just wanted to compare notes…can I come in?”

He threw back the last of his his fourth glass of scotch, feeling lighter, and stepped aside to let him in.

He went to fill another and offered Harry one.

Harry was wearing his glasses, plaid pajama bottoms and a ratty t-shirt that was tight around his arms. His hair was still wet from a shower.

They sat in silence for a while, just drinking. Harry polished off his glass of scotch like a shot and poured another.

“I saw the paper this morning. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Then he leaned forward and put a hand on Draco’s knee, rubbing it gently, not meeting his eyes.

“Anything I can do?”

His eyebrows were furrowed with worry, as if from true concern.

Draco just stared at the hand resting on his knee.

He wasn’t used to scotch. Firewhiskey was strong, but not like this. His brain felt addled and he was enjoying the light touch.

When Harry saw he wasn’t going to be rebuffed, he grew more daring and rubbed higher on his inner thigh.

Still, no response.

Harry scooted off his chair to kneel in front of him and put both hands on his thighs now, rubbing softly. His head was bowed submissively and he wasn’t meeting Draco’s eyes. It was a good look on him.

Fuck it.

Draco stood and hoisted him up on his feet. He took a moment to remove his glasses and kissed him gently.

Harry kissed him back with fervor, in an explosion of passion, like he couldn’t believe it was finally happening and would stop at any moment. It made Draco stumble backwards. He thrust his tongue into his mouth and Draco felt it deep down in toes. He tasted deliciously sweet and minty. Electricity surged through him. He had never felt anything like it. ‘It must be the scotch.’ That was his last coherent thought.

Harry clawed at his body desperately. It was as if he was trying to get underneath his very skin. He rubbed his hands all over Draco’s chest, to his back behind his robe, alternating between caressing and grabbing. He removed the robe and pushed Draco back roughly on the bed before tearing off his own shirt and crawling on top on him.

Draco groaned loudly when their cocks rubbed up against each other through their thin pajama bottoms. He couldn’t stop noises from escaping him. He was assaulted by the man's scent. He smelled fresh from the shower but musky and masculine. All of his senses were overwhelmed completely by Harry’s intensity. He felt himself go limp, literally melt, as Harry began to place soft sucking kisses on his neck.

Draco needed to gain the upper hand or he risked losing himself completely.

He flipped them over so that he was on top and kissed his neck in turn before moving down his chest slowly. Harry watched him through hooded eyes. He swirled his tongue around Harry’s nipple and he jumped. It seemed to be a sensitive spot so Draco spent some time sucking and licking both nipples before moving lower.

Harry was shaking by the time he got to his cock. He was many thing, but an unskilled lover was not one of them. He buried his face in his crotch inhaling deeply. The masculine smell was stronger with his arousal and Draco couldn’t get enough. it was an aphrodisiac to him. He quickly removed his pajama bottoms and Harry’s cock sprung forth, fully hard.

It was perfect, of course. Draco cursed inwardly. It was slightly bigger than Draco’s but they were matching in girth. He kissed all around it first, caressing and kissing his inner thighs. Harry was shaking harder now and little sounds were escaping in bursts, as if he were trying to hold them in. He took pity on him and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock before kissing the head.

He licked only the head and Harry let out a loud groan. He licked the underside of his cock and wetted it all around before taking it into his mouth all the way down to the hilt, swallowing.

Draco loved sucking cock. It was one of his favorite sexual acts and he took pride in being good at it. He managed to suppress his gag reflex completely, a trick he learned years ago, as he swallowed his cock repeatedly.

Harry was moaning so loudly that he was sure the people next door heard him. His fingers were tangled in his hair. Draco was doing his best work, sucking his cock like it was his life force and Harry was floundering, unable to keep still. Draco had to use his hands to pin him down by his thighs as he continued to suck.

“Oh. Oh. Draco. stop. so close. I’m going to..” It had been an embarrassingly short amount of time, but Draco didn’t mind. He also didn’t mind the sound of his first name uttered from his lips. It sent a tingle through his body.

He tried to push Draco off but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he increased his pace.

“Draco!” Harry’s body tensed tight like a bow and he let out a loud moan. He felt cum splatter against his throat and continued sucking shallowly, using his tongue to lap the cum around the head. It tasted sweeter than Blaise’s. He was shivering in intervals now. Then it finally stopped and he went limp.

Draco released his cock with a pop and kissed the head tenderly. He lay his head down on Harry’s thigh for a moment, dizzy from the scotch then slid up the bed like a cat to lay on the bed next to him. His cock was hard but he ignored it, for now.

They lay like that for about 10 minutes or so while Harry caught his breath. He then turned on his side to face him.

“Wow.”

Harry kissed him languidly and softly now tasting himself on Draco’s tongue. He tried to touch his cock but Draco smacked his hand away.

“Please, let me touch you. I want to touch all of you.”

Powerless to the the sound of begging, he allowed Harry to remove his pajama bottoms and he promptly took Draco into his mouth.

What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. He caressed his balls while he sucked shallowly on Draco’s cock, almost half way, using his tongue to lap at the underside and around the tip.

Watching Harry from above, Draco felt he had never been more turned on his life. Harry would often look up and lock eyes with him. He grasped his head and thrust forward making him gag, then stroked his hair as if in apology.

After only a couple minutes, Draco was surprised to find that his own orgasm was approaching. Harry seemed to sense this and pushed off abruptly causing Draco to groan in disappointment. He slid up his body to kiss him instead, plundering his mouth with his tongue. He felt Harry’s erection bump his thigh, surprised the man was hard again so soon.

“Draco” he said between kisses. “Draco, I want you to fuck me.”

He stopped, staring up into his green eyes. They were sparkling with lust and perhaps, a little fear.

Draco didn’t know if he should take this leap so soon. He was drunk and this was definitely not a good idea, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember why.

“Please.”

That was all it took. He eased Harry off him gently and guided him to lie flat on his stomach.

Draco was determined to go slow and make this as pleasurable as possible for Harry. In his fantasies, he was always taking Potter rough and raw, but this was his first time, and Draco felt something in the pit of his stomach for the man beneath him, though he couldn’t say what. All he knew, as he looked down at his tanned chiseled back and pert backside, was that he couldn’t hurt him.

He wanted to look him in the eyes, but it would be more comfortable for Harry’s first time if he took him from behind.

He reached over his to his wand to cast a cleaning charm to his hole and conjure oil. He spread it all over Harry’s back. He massaged it in deeply, almost lovingly, going up to his trapezius all the way down to his ass, letting his fingers slip between the cleft to stroke his hole. Harry was moaning softly in relaxed pleasure. Then, he forced Harry up on his on knees.

He spread his cheeks to expose his tight virgin hole and without warning, placed a soft kiss directly on it.

“Oh!” Harry jumped, clearly not expecting it, but Draco held him still, relishing how sensitive and responsive he was.

He licked and kissed his hole relentlessly and Harry was not keeping quiet. He tasted musky and delicious. Draco felt like he had imbibed the potion they were investigating. He felt high with lust as he licked and sucked at Harry’s hole with abandon. His hole relaxed enough to thrust the tip of his tongue inside, and Harry’s sounds reached a fever pitch. His hard cock was leaking all over the sheets.

Pointing his wand at his hole, he filled it with lube and put some on his fingers.

He thrust his index finger inside gently. Harry relaxed enough to allow a second finger, then a third. He yelped when Draco’s fingers brushed that special spot inside him. Eventually, he was moving back to meet Draco’s thrusts. After some time, Draco drew his fingers out and he heard a whine at the loss.

He conjured lube to place on his cock and lined himself up, but paused. He tried to focus but his mind was jumbled, like white noise. He rubbed his cock across his hole, over and over again. He was unthinking, drunk on pure sensation.

Harry began to wiggle his ass in frustration.

“Fuck me Draco.”

It was his name uttered from Harry’s lips that brought him back. He pushed forward and entered him in one smooth stroke.

Fuck. He gritted his teeth, determined not to cum immediately in Harry’s tight virgin ass. Harry was gripping his cock so tightly with his inner muscles, and this was a 15 year old fantasy made flesh. He didn’t know how long he was going to last.

It took a few strokes for Draco to bury himself to the hilt. He held still, waiting for him to adjust, focusing all his energy on not cumming. He stroked down Harry’s back lovingly to distract himself.

Harry was uncharacteristically quiet and Draco felt him holding his breath.

“Breathe, Potter. It’s easier if you breathe.” Draco didn’t recognize his own voice. It was tender, laced with lust and longing.

After a few moments, Harry whispered, “move, please.”

With both hands on his ass for leverage, he began thrusting into him with slow shallow strokes.

He moved deeper now adjusting his angle, determined to find the sweet spot. He thrust forward at a slightly awkward angle and Harry yelped and shook.

He began fucking into him at a steady pace but oh so deeply, sure to brush his prostrate at every other stroke or so.

He was saying things to Harry that he barely registered and could not discern.

Meanwhile, Harry was moaning in pleasure beneath him and began to push back to meet his thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air. He was getting close.

“Touch yourself.” Was that his voice?

It took only three strokes from Harry’s hand before he tensed with his orgasm gripping Draco’s cock tightly, forcing him to follow, over the edge. Draco yelled as he came.

Then he collapsed on top of him.

When he moved out of him, he heard him wince.

He collapsed by his side, exhausted and sated, and closed his eyes. He heard Harry mutter a cleaning charm and felt a body snuggle into him, felt a hand lay across his bare chest, before falling into a deep sleep.
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