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The Bar	By : hedwig_927 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9128 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)

Chapter List
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Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)
I tried to update quickly, I didn’t make Wednesday, but I’m only a day late. I hope you enjoy! This is also like really long! About 10,000 words! This chapter is mostly fluff, and smut (of course) but it was fun to write so..enjoy!
Chapter 4

*Bang bang bang*
Harry woke with a start. He sat up quickly, and felt a warm body sliding off of him.
"Erm.." Draco groaned.
*BANG*
What the hell?
*Bang bang bang*
"HARRY!" A voice called.
Harry looked in the direction of the voice. He looked back down at Draco. He had rolled over and looked to be sleeping again.
Harry got up out of bed and walked towards the banging on his door front door.
*BANG BANG BANG*
"Please Harry!" A familiar voice called out.
Harry rushed to open the door.
The bushy haired girl stormed in. "Honestly Harry how long does it take you to wake up?"
"Hermione you’re going to wake the whole lot, how early is it?" Harry said, shutting the door behind her.
"It’s half past nine, they’ll live." She huffed and plopped herself down onto one of Harry’s armchairs.
"What’s wrong?" Harry asked putting his thumb and middle finger on his temples, closing his eyes.
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. "It’s Ron. He wants to have a baby. Now."
Harry furrowed his brow, confused. "What do you mean Ron wants to have a baby now?"
Hermione huffed. "It’s exactly what I said Harry. He wants to have a baby. Now! He told me last night and kept badgering me this morning." She sighed. "I’m not ready for a child Harry I’m really not..I-I mean..we’re not even married yet!" She threw her hands into her lap.
Harry was shocked. Why would Ron want a baby now? He thought to himself.
"Well why?" Harry asked.
"I don’t know..he’s mad about some bloody bloke at work. He thinks he fancies me." She paused, sighing. "Like hell if I care about him. I’m literally betrothed to Ron." She said running a hand through her thick hair.
Harry shook his head. "Wait, who at work fancies you?" He asked incredulous.
"Harry that’s not the point!" Hermione whined.
"I know, I know, but it could make a difference." Harry insisted.
"Wayne Hopkins." She said waving her hand in the air dismissively.
"The new auror?" Harry asked.
"I suppose. I don’t know the man. Apparently he’s made comments about me that Ron overheard. He’s also come up to me at work asking simple questions like where the bathroom was and whatnot. Ron thinks he’s going to try and make a move or something. He thinks a baby will fix it. Make for absolute certain that I’m his." She threw her hands up, exasperated.
"Well that’s ridiculous of course you’re his!" Harry said in disbelief.
"That’s what I said." She exclaimed, pointed to her ring. "I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. That doesn’t mean I want a baby right now. He made me cry over it last night. He’s angry I don’t want a baby yet, like what?" She looked at Harry with sad eyes. "He thinks that by me not agreeing to this that I have some sort of feelings for the bloke. He’s mad Harry, mad. How in Merlin’s name does that make sense?"
Harry laughed. "No you’re right, it does not make a lick of sense."
"Harry stop laughing this is serious." She stood up and shook him.
"Hermione it’ll blow over. He’s just feeling insecure." Harry laughed grabbing Hermione’s shoulders to calm her.
"I can’t even tell Molly because she would go nuts over the idea of a grandchild and talk me into it instead of Ron out of it." She said sighing, defeated.
Harry laughed. "She would wouldn’t she?"
Hermione laughed against her will and pushed Harry’s shoulder. "Stop Harry, what do I do?" She said pouting.
Harry smiled. "Okay, okay. Well what happened just now that led you here?"
Hermione paused. "Well, he was getting all worked up over me disagreeing and was going to start yelling again, so I told him I needed some air and was going to walk outside and he accused me of going to see the bloke." She said, exasperated again. "That pissed me off and I-I stormed out..without my wand. And-and you were the closest..so."
Harry chuckled. "Come here.." He said and pulled her into a hug. She hugged back tightly.
She pulled away and pouted at Harry. "Harry I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do. I want to have children with him- I really do, just..not yet."
"I know I told you he’ll calm down, eventually. Maybe you just have to show him, that you only want him." Harry advised.
Hermione cocked her head at Harry. "How else am I supposed to do that, we live together and I made a promise to marry the man?"
"You know...show him a little extra attention.."
Hermione looked at him lost.
"Honestly Hermione you’re supposed to know everything."
She rolled her eyes.
"In the bedroom Hermione. Show him he’s special, do something extra." Harry finished.
Hermione’s face flushed. "Harry!"
"What Hermione? I’m just being honest! Seduce him. Just reassure him that you’re his." Harry smiled at Hermione’s embarrassment. Of course he and Ron had discussed being sexual with their partners, but Hermione always got flustered if the two mentioned it around her.
"Harry, sex with the man is exactly what I’m trying to avoid right now!" She said, her face still flushed.
"You know Hermione, there are many ways you can please a man, with no threat of getting pregnant." Harry smiled widely then winked.
Hermione’s face got even more red. "Right..well- well.."
Harry laughed. "It’s okay Hermione, just go back and talk to him, he’ll come around." Hermione gave him a doubtful look. "And if he does not, I’ll talk to him tomorrow when we all get together."
Hermione nodded. "Alright, alright."
Harry pulled her into another hug and kissed the top of her head.
"It’ll be okay I promise." He said pulling away and looking at her, rubbing her arms assuringly. She nodded slightly.
"Can I use your floo? I don’t feel like walking back." She said sheepishly.
Harry laughed. "Of course you can."
She smiled at him. "Thanks Harry, and uh, I’m sorry I woke you." She had a guilty expression on her face.
Harry rolled her eyes. "It’s fine I suppos-"
"Harry?" A voice called out.
Harry froze. He had almost forgot about Draco. His face flushed.
"Harry..do you have someone over?" Hermione raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"Erm.." Harry didn’t say anything, he really didn’t want Draco to walk out of his bedroom.
"One moment!" Harry said loudly. His face bright red.
"Harry!" Hermione whisper-shouted. "Who’s in there?" She asked, in her nosy voice.
"Erm..no one! You should go." He smiled slightly.
Hermione laughed. "I guess I should be taking your sex advice then.." She said quietly, smirking before making her way towards the fireplace.
"Harry?" Draco called again.
Harry pleaded with Hermione. She took the hint and started to leave. "Thanks Harry, have fun." She winked and then threw the powder into the fireplace, erupting in green flames.
Harry tried his hardest to shake the flush from his face and walked towards his bedroom. He made it to his door before Draco opened it.
"Who was that?" Draco asked.
"Hermione. Erm..trouble in paradise." He let out a small chuckle. He knew his face was still red.
"Did she hear me?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded.
"Is that why you’re all flustered?" He asked moving closer to Harry and putting his hands on his waist.
Harry turned crimson. He looked away.
Draco leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I’m sorry." He said chuckling.
"Don’t be.. Hermione just made a joke." Harry managed a small, choked laugh.
"Did she know it was me?" He asked.
"I d’know.. Maybe if she recognized your voice, but honestly I doubt it."
Draco nodded, then smiled. "Come back in bed..I didn’t get to wake up next to you." He pouted.
Harry smiled and let Draco drag him into his bedroom.
...
"Harry!" Draco shouted. "Don’t stop!"
Harry moaned.
"Fuck! Harry.." Draco groaned.
Harry pulled up. Draco whimpered at the loss of Harry’s mouth on his cock. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco, rutting his cock against the blond’s.
"Gods Harry.." Draco cried out, breaking the kiss.
Harry pulled him back into a kiss, wanting to explore every inch of his mouth. Their tongues fought and Harry nibbled at his bottom lip. Draco whined.
"Harry please.." Draco begged.
Harry sat up, straddling him, feeling his hard cock underneath him. Draco moaned. "Is Draco Malfoy begging? For me?" He asked teasingly.
"Oh shove off Harry!" Draco groaned through gritted teeth and pulled Harry back down to him.
Harry leaned in to kiss him but Draco flipped Harry onto his back and swiftly moved down and took his erection into his mouth, simultaneously jerking himself off.
Harry threw his head back and moaned. "D-Draco. Don’t do that, I-I want to make you come."
Draco moaned around Harry’s member, but shook his head and deep throated Harry.
"Ohh...Draco.." He cried out.
Draco took his other hand up to Harry’s erection and pumped up and down in time with his mouth.
"Merlin Draco!" Harry cried out. Draco’s tongue felt so good and his fingers squeezing him tightly drove him mad.
Harry bucked up slightly against Draco. He was suddenly very close.
"Fuck Draco! I’m-I’m so close." Harry whined.
Draco’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he deep throated Harry, his right hand moving furiously over his own cock. Draco swallowed around Harry’s thick member. He moved his hand not busy touching himself and traced along Harry’s V-line, making him shudder.
"Fuck Draco!" Harry screamed out. "Yes..don’t stop!"
Draco moved effortlessly over Harry’s erection, taking it deep into his throat. One more swallow and Harry was pudding in Draco’s hands.
Draco swallowed.
"FUCK DRACO!" Harry moaned, coming down the blond’s throat. He heard Draco moan against Harry’s cock and felt his warm liquid on his inner thigh. Draco had come from Harry coming. That’s so fucking hot. He threw his head back and bucked his hips, riding out his orgasm, almost completely out of breath.
Harry pulled Draco up and kissed him full on the mouth, tasting himself. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about Draco’s come getting smeared on him as he pulled Draco over him. He kissed the blond passionately, not letting him come up for air.
When Harry slipped his tongue in again Draco gasped for breath, then pushed back down into Harry’s lips. Harry rolled them over, and began ravishing his mouth.
He pushed himself up, his hands on either side of Draco’s head and muttered a cleansing spell. Then he looked Draco in the eyes before bending down and kissing Draco’s neck.
He licked and nipped at it, then moved down to his chest and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Draco moaned. Harry kissed and nipped at Draco’s whole torso before coming up to kiss Draco on the mouth.
Draco slipped his tongue in and grabbed the back of Harry’s neck, pulling him close to him. He then slide a hand over Harry’s chest and around to his lower back, pushing into him so Harry was flush onto Draco.
Harry could feel his arousal building again.
"Draco.." He breathed.
"Mhmm?" The blonde responded, kissing Harry’s neck.
Harry leaned into his lips, his soft, wet lips. Harry moaned. Round two it was then.
Harry let Draco kiss up and down his neck. He loved the feeling of his soft lips on his skin. He shuddered against Draco’s touch.
Harry moved down across Draco again and kissed across his chest. Draco moaned under Harry’s soft kisses. Harry licked a stripe between his pecks and nibbled gently on the skin. Draco groaned.
"Harry.."
"Yes?" Harry said, looking up at Draco, while his lips were still pressing into his skin.
"We should stop.." He said, begrudgingly.
Harry pushed up onto his elbows and pouted, his eyes big. "Why?"
Draco closed his eyes, groaning. "Fuck Harry..you’re so fucking hot.." He said through gritted teeth.
Harry moved up beside Draco’s face.
"I have to meet my parents in a few hours." He said, his voice low, raising a finger to trace Harry’s chest hair, seemingly upset they could not continue.
Harry nodded in understanding. "Alright, I guess I won’t take up too much of your primping time then." And chuckled.
Draco pouted, puppy dog eyes and everything.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You’re the one who has to leave."
"Pft! Against my will!" He said exasperated.
Harry laughed and kissed him again. Draco moaned and pushed into Harry, holding him against him. Harry couldn’t help but kiss back. He melted against Draco.
Draco moved on top of him, not breaking the kiss. He slipped his tongue against Harry’s and deepened the kiss. Harry gripped Draco’s neck and pulled him closer. Draco moaned again, and kissed Harry back with ardour.
Harry moaned back and gasped for air. His gasp was cut short by soft, swollen lips against his own. They were full on snogging and Harry could feel his cock coming to life.
He put a hand against Draco’s chest, pushing him away. "Draco.."
Draco shook his head and pushed against Harry’s hand, kissing him again. Harry moaned and stopped resisting, kissing him back.
Draco moved down to kiss Harry’s neck and Harry gasped. "I-I thought you had to go." Harry breathed.
"I..do.." Draco said between kisses. Harry whimpered.
"Well..?" Harry asked confused.
Draco pulled up reluctantly. "I should get going.." he said, a sad tone in his voice.
Harry nodded and sat up. "It’s okay, I’ll see you again soon." He smiled at the blond.
Draco moved off of Harry and sat beside him. "Speaking of..what are you doing later tonight?" He asked, looking at Harry.
"I’m not sure yet, why?" Though Harry knew, he was mostly definitely free.
"Um..well.." Draco cleared his throat. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out?"
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Go out?" Harry questioned.
Draco blushed. "Yeah, I d’know, maybe go to a club or something?" He offered.
A wide smile crept across Harry’s face. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Draco’s blush turned a deep shade of red. He looked away from Harry. "Something like that." He smiled sheepishly, looking back to Harry.
Harry chuckled a bit. "I’ll consider it, yeah." Harry said, trying to tease him a bit.
Draco’s expression changed to worry, the colour draining from his face. "Consider it?"
Harry laughed. "I’m joking Draco." He said and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. Draco blushed. "I’ll go out with you tonight."
Draco turned more pink and he failed to hide the smile on his face.
"So where are we going?" Harry asked.
Draco sighed. "I d’know. I honestly wasn’t sure I’d get this far without being hexed."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I will if you tempt me enough."
Draco laughed and leaned in to kiss Harry. Their lips lingered together. "I’ll send you an owl."
"Alright then. I’ll see you tonight." Harry smiled.
Draco got up and started getting dressed. It was silent between them for a bit, but it was comfortable. After a while Draco spoke. "Do you care if we go to the muggle world?" Draco asked.
Harry looked up at him. "Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" He joked.
Draco scoffed. "I feel it’d be the opposite." He said chuckling.
Harry sat up on the bed. "No. I don’t particularly care where we go, Draco."
Draco smiled. "Well alright..excellent."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why? Do you have a place in mind?"
Draco blushed. "Maybe."
Harry moved onto his knees, his interest peaked. "Maybe?"
"Yes maybe." Draco laughed.
"Where?" He asked.
Draco shrugged and Harry got up. He pulled his pyjama bottoms on and stood in front of Draco. Draco was now buttoning up his shirt, keeping eye contact with Harry. Harry shooed away Draco’s hands and resumed buttoning up his shirt for him. "You’re not going to tell me?" He pouted.
"My lips are sealed." Draco said and brought his hand up to zipper his mouth.
Harry frowned, but finished buttoning up Draco’s shirt. Draco sighed and kissed Harry on the cheek. "It’s a surprise." Draco said, feeling a bit bad.
Harry frowned again, jutting out his bottom lip in a more exaggerated fashion this time. Draco chuckled and stared at Harry’s mouth. He brought his hands to Harry’s waist and pulled him closer to him. He took Harry’s protruding lower lip between his teeth and sucked, before kissing him fully.
Harry opened his mouth to kiss back, but decided to pull his lips away instead. He grunted, jokingly mad at Draco.
Draco let out a low growl and kissed along Harry’s jaw up to his chin, bringing a hand up to make Harry face him. Harry released a small gasp and Draco kissed him again. Harry responded this time, slipping his tongue in and swirling it with the blond’s.
Draco let out a soft moan and deepened the kiss, moving his hand to his neck, bringing his face impossibly closer to his. Harry gasped again and kissed Draco harder. Draco’s hands moved all over Harry’s bare torso, lightly touching and feeling everywhere. His hands then settled on Harry’s waist and pulled him closer against him. Harry moaned. This man..
Harry brought a hand up to Draco’s hair and the other cupped his chin. He gripped the silky, soft locks between his fingers and tugged lightly. Draco groaned and moved Harry backward till he was up against the wall. Draco brought his lips to Harry’s neck and he felt his cock harden immediately, feeling a bulge in Draco’s trousers, pushing against his hip. Harry let out a moan. Draco growled and moved his kisses up Harry’s neck until he found his lips, ravishing them as if they were a meal and he hadn’t eaten in years.
Harry brought his hand to Draco’s hip and autonomously ground against him. Draco moaned, throwing his head back before resting his forehead on Harry’s, looking into his eyes, which were dark and clouded with lust. Harry choked down a groan.
"Draco.." Harry breathed.
"Mmmm.." Draco moaned urgently, smashing his lips back onto Harry’s. Harry gasped for breath before kissing back with enthusiasm, his hands running all over Draco’s toned torso. He slid a hand up his shirt and pinched his pebbled nipple.
"Ohh..Harry.." He moaned, pushing Harry harder against the wall. He then grinded his hard cock onto Harry’s. Harry moaned.
Harry brought his hands to cup Draco’s face and kissed him hard, then moved his hands to undo Draco’s shirt.
After getting the first one out of the loop, Harry suddenly remembered why he was dressed in the first place.
He, reluctantly, moved his hands flat against Draco’s oh so sexy chest and pushed him away lightly. "Draco.." Harry breathed.
Draco groaned at Harry and pulled him into another kiss, grabbing his hips. Harry melted. This man is going to be the death of me..
Harry pulled away against his will. "Draco.." His voice warned.
Draco put his hands against the wall, Harry trapped between his arms. His eyes were closed and he took a deep breath before biting his bottom lip. Harry stared at it, pink and swollen from their kisses, wishing they didn’t have to stop and he would be able to pull him back against him, but he couldn’t.
Draco opened his eyes and saw Harry’s gaze on his mouth. He smirked. He brought his hands up to Harry’s face again and kissed him fully, before pulling away on his own accord.
He turned around and let his arms drop to his sides with a light slap, walking forwards a bit, away from Harry. Draco took a deep breath and used Harry’s dresser to stabilize himself. Harry eyed the back of the blond man, appreciating the white shirt taut against his back, showing his shoulder muscles which protruded quietly prominently for his build, and outlining his thin figure, all while his trousers hugged his fine, round arse tightly.
Harry let out a shuddered breath. He was extremely attracted to Draco. He closed his eyes and quickly composed himself, shaking his head and running a hand though his hair.
Draco turned around, and bit his lip. His top shirt button was still undone and knowing what was beneath it made Harry lick his lips. "I’m sorry.." Draco laughed sheepishly.
Harry chuckled. "It’s alright. I’ll just get you back later." He winked, and immediately, Draco’s eyes got dark again. Harry hadn’t meant to actually tease the man, but he felt a bit of pride that he was able to with just his words.
Draco licked his lips and looked Harry up and down. Harry felt a pull at his navel. Draco stalked towards him. Harry’s stomach lurched and Draco was up against him in seconds, their chests pressed against each other. Draco smirked, then bent down to whisper into Harry’s ear. "Is that a promise?"
Harry audibly swallowed. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan. He was only half successful. "Draco..please." Harry pleaded with Draco, he couldn’t take the teasing much longer. If Draco continued this, he would throw him on the bed and make his late for his lunch.
"Please what?" Draco whispered against his ear, jutting his tongue out and licking it, before sucking on the lobe.
Harry was going to lose it. "Draco!" He breathed, he couldn’t get any other words out. Draco moaned and kissed Harry’s neck, grabbing his hips and grinding against him. Harry couldn’t take it anymore. "Fuck! Merlin..fuck.." He brought his hand down to the band of Draco’s trousers and undid the button. He thrusted his hand down his briefs and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s hard, velvety cock.
"Harry!" Draco moaned, and bucked his hips in time with Harry’s strokes. Harry grunted and moved his hand fast up and down his cock, using his other hand to pull Draco into a kiss by his neck.
Draco moaned again and brought his hands up to the wall, brushing against Harry’s arms. Draco kissed Harry back hard. Harry moaned and pushed against Draco, knowing in the back of his mind that they shouldn’t be doing this and Draco had to leave.
There were two things he could do.. make this quick..or tease the man, leaving him hard and begging for more. Harry smirked against Draco’s lips. What kind of man would he be if chose the former?
Draco moaned again and Harry almost felt guilty...almost. He removed his hand from Draco’s throbbing member and brought his arms up to harshly push Draco’s from the wall. He grabbed Draco’s shoulders and pushed him backwards. Draco looked into Harry’s eyes confused. Harry cupped Draco’s erection before refastening his trousers. "To be continued later.." He smirked and kissed Draco on the lips.
Draco’s mouth fell open. "B-But!" He stuttered. "Harry!" He exclaimed, a frown on his face.
Harry looped his fingers in Draco’s belt buckle’s pulling him into a kiss. "But nothing." He said pulling away. Draco whined.
"Harry.." He pleaded.
"You said that you had to go, Draco." Harry said, whilst walking around the blonde and picking up the blue pyjamas Draco had worn and placing them in the hamper.
"I-I don’t care if I’m late!" Draco rounded on his heel, looking at Harry tidying his room.
Harry chuckled softly and cocked his head at him. "Do you really mean that?"
Draco’s face twisted into a frown and he furrowed his brows. He didn’t say anything, conceding.
Harry gave him an apologetic look, walking over to him and putting one arm around his waist, clothes in his other hand. He kissed him on the cheek. "I’m sorry Draco. I’ll make it up to you later." He smiled softly. Draco nodded and looked at Harry like a toddler who didn’t get his way, but was promised candy. Draco turned around and pulled his waistcoat on, buttoning it up before fixing his hair to look neat and tidy.
"You’re a tease you know.." Draco said softly, putting on his socks, and looking around for his left shoe.
Harry turned to Draco a smirk plastered on his face. "I know.." He smiled at Draco. "You are as well, or at least..an instigator." Harry said.
Draco chuckled. "I know, but it’s not my fault you’re so sexy.." Draco looked Harry up and down, very obviously, licking his lips then biting them.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You’re doing it again."
Draco smirked. "I know."
Harry hit him with the sock, his sock, he had just picked up from the floor. "Will you finish getting ready?"
Draco scrunched his nose at Harry and looked around for his shoe. When Harry had finished picking up the clothes Draco magically scattered, he found Draco’s shoe and handed it to him. "Would you like to floo?" Harry asked kindly.
"Erm..sure." Draco hesitated, taking the shoe, but smiled all the same.
"What?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. I just don’t usually floo.." Draco bit his lip.
Harry chuckled. "Well you can apparate if you like, but good luck getting through the wards." He winked.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I told you I’d floo." He put his shoe on.
"Are you sure?" Harry joked. "You wouldn’t want to mess up your gorgeous hair." He said reaching up and fluffing his hair around.
Draco reached his hands up, swatting Harry’s hands away. "Oi!" He huffed. And then straightened up and pulled his waistcoat down, shaking his head.
Harry laughed as Draco walked over to the mirror to fix his hair.
"Malfoy’s and their need to look perfect all the time."
Draco smirked and turned to Harry. "You think I look perfect?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant you cocky bastard." He moved towards the blond.
Draco laughed and Harry put his arms around Draco’s waist.
"I was just having a bit of fun. I’m sorry about your hair. You look great." He smiled apologetically and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Draco hummed against him. "Well, thank you. Apology accepted." And he smiled. He reached down and kissed Harry again. "You’re right though, I best be going. I’ll owl you with the details of tonight soon."
Harry nodded and let go of Draco. "Right then, have fun at lunch." He smiled and led Draco into the living room to floo.
Before Draco left he stole one last kiss from Harry’s lips and then erupted into green flames.
Harry stood there alone, the thoughts of last night and this morning swirling around his head.
Harry received Draco’s owl when he got out of the shower, a few hours after Draco left. His eyes were rather creepy, and were an orangish-red colour. He didn’t know the owl’s name, but gave him a treat and he hooted happily, before flying away.
Harry,
Please arrive at the manor at 6pm sharp. You can eat first if you wish, but if not we can get food together. Wear appropriate muggle clothing.
Harry rolled his eyes at that, as if he wouldn’t.
A tight T-shirt and jeans should suffice.
Harry rolled his eyes again at the word tight.
Just look as good as you always do. And prepare to get sweaty. See you soon.
- Draco
'Prepare to get sweaty?’ Harry thought.
He had been wondering where Draco had wanted to take him throughout his shower. It could be a club, Harry thought to himself. He couldn’t think of anything else that would make him sweaty besides dancing, especially in casual clothing.
Harry shrugged the thoughts from his head as he figured he would know soon enough. Truth be told, he had been thinking of Draco entirely too much lately. He didn’t want to admit what that could mean.
Draco brought Harry on a rollercoaster of emotions. He thought of the day they met again, after not seeing him for over a year. He had made him quite angry, before making him melt underneath his touch.
Then Harry remembered how he cried because he slept with the blond, only to melt..again, under his touch. Thinking back Harry did not know why he cried. He did not know if he was ashamed of himself for sleeping with his former enemy, or ashamed he really enjoyed it. Or if it was because he felt he exposed himself so rawly in front of him. Whatever it was, Draco was able to make it vanish just through a kiss on the head. Harry hadn’t known why. Then he took Harry out to lunch and Harry actually enjoyed his time with him. Draco had made him blush, he had made him feel listened to. He made him laugh, and was still able to give Harry butterflies in his navel. He hadn’t felt anyone had ever made him feel that way, at least not all at once.
Harry sat on his bed, Draco’s letter still in his hand. He thought the worst were the feelings that came after. Harry had not seen Draco for almost two full weeks. He remembered crying one other time, thinking he was a fool for showing weakness to someone who was possibly still not to be trusted. He kicked himself for that. Draco had obviously changed. The times he wasn’t thinking about Draco’s comments that made him blush as hard as they did initially, he was thinking of his lips on his neck and his fingers in his hair and the feeling of his bare chest against his. Harry swallowed. He had his fair share of those thoughts throughout the time he hadn’t seen him, longing for his touch again. To be quite truthful, hooking up with the blond was quite euphoric. The way his hands grazed his skin, and his lips tantalized him, his breath warm down his neck and his soft hair tangled in Harry’s fingers. Not to mention his gorgeous porcelain skin, his thin frame, outlined by lean, taut muscles, and those sparkling pools of silver, that darkened every time they looked at Harry. Harry, of all people. The very man Harry was sure had hated him, seemed quite taken with him, and that left Harry wondering if he was starting to find Draco, well..more than just attractive.
Harry convinced himself that he was not, for the past two weeks, reasoning that his touches were light enough to make him beg for more, and the thought of fraternizing with the enemy was promiscuous in itself. And, that if he were never to see the blond again, he would be content with the two moments he was lucky enough to have with him. Even if he was lying to himself, especially about that last bit, it was easier to think that then the fact he could fancy Draco Malfoy.
But now, they had spent two more times together, and Harry had to admit he was quite smitten by the prestigious blond. His tantalizing banter, and witty remarks, his soft touches and his cheeks turning pink when he was embarrassed. The fact they were able to have normal conversations as if they had been friends for years. And not to mention how Draco had wanted Harry inside him. That had taken Harry off guard, thinking back to the previous night. He was not sure what restrained him from doing it, but he had known that it wasn’t the right time. Harry thought back to their first encounter, and how Draco had called him baby.. more than once. It struck him as odd, but Draco hadn’t said it again yet, so maybe it was just habit. At the time it scared Harry, and now he didn’t really know what to make of it. He deemed it unimportant, and pushed that thought away.
Harry had also caused the Dark Mark to hurt Draco. Why had that happened? He truthfully didn’t know. It couldn’t be from just touch alone, because Harry was sure that he would’ve hurt Draco several other times if it were. It had happened with too much pressure, so Harry hoped he hadn’t too much to worry about.
Harry went to his wardrobe to pick out an outfit for later that night.
And now this, he thought. A date, with Draco. A date? He couldn’t believe it. He had actually agreed to a date with Draco bloody Malfoy. And he was excited, but his heart gave a small twinge. What had he wanted to come of this anyway? Did he want Draco as more than just a hookup? It had been hard to tell. Harry was shocked to learn someone as confident and sexy as him was only sleeping with Harry. In fact he found it odd. He hadn’t seen Harry for two weeks and hadn’t fucked anyone else. Was that odd? Harry reasoned that he hadn’t either, but he wasn’t beforehand. He then supposed that maybe Draco hadn’t been either, and decided not to overthink that tidbit too much either.
Harry determined that he would just need to spend more time with Draco in order to work out his feelings. Although he did have to admit that thinking was quite hard with his soft lips on his shoulder, his teeth biting him softly and his touch driving Harry mad. He also couldn’t decide he wanted anything if Draco hadn’t. Sure he had asked him out on a date, but they were just friends…with benefits. So Harry didn’t know what exactly to make of it, but no longer wanted to wrack his brain with questions he didn’t know the answer to.
Harry resumed looking for clothes and found a nice dark green t-shirt that he knew would bring out his eyes, making them lighter, and then he chose dark black jeans that made his arse look good. He found his favourite pair of black trainers and set his outfit on the bed before heading off to have some lunch.
It was 5:30. Harry decided to have a small meal earlier, just in case. He was sitting in his chair, his leg moving up and down quickly, his nerves on edge.
He had gotten dressed and thought he looked quite good. He hoped Draco would think the same. Harry shook his head, telling himself he shouldn’t need Draco’s approval, but he would be lying again if he said he didn’t want it.
Harry tapped his fingers anxiously on his kitchen table. He was wondering if he should floo or apparate. He did not want to get dusty, but could also use a cleansing spell. He was also afraid he was too nervous about the date that he’d splinch himself apparating, not being able to think properly. He thought about how Draco didn’t normally floo, but decided he was going to take that way, instead of apparating.
Harry did not think he would be this nervous. He got himself some Firewhiskey and took two shots. He needed something to ease his worries just a bit and he had hoped it would do the job.
He felt something, but it was not the alcohol. His cat brushed against his leg and purred.
"Hey Wulf." Harry said leaning down to pet the midnight black cat. Harry had named him after one of Dumbledore’s middle names, Wulfric. Harry had gotten him about a year ago, when he felt he needed a companion. He had never gotten another owl after Hedwig, even if it would’ve been practical. Because every time he saw a snowy white owl in the window of the Magical Menagerie, or anywhere, his heart twisted. He thought a cat would be a nice addition to his flat, and when he saw the black cat, with big green eyes like Harry’s he couldn’t say no.
Wulf jumped onto the table and rubbed his head against Harry’s chin. Harry chuckled.
"Would you like some dinner?" Harry asked him, and Wulf pawed at Harry’s hand. "I’ll take that as a yes." He smiled at his cat.
Harry got up and opened a can of cat food that he scooped into his feeding dish. He made sure he had plenty of water. Wulf jumped to the floor and went to town, eating his dinner. Harry gave him a light pat before walking back to his bedroom.
Harry checked himself out in the mirror for what felt like the thousandth time since he got dressed. He had tried his best to get his hair to cooperate with him, but it was damn near impossible. He liked his hair though, it was everyone else who seemed to point out its messy-unruliness.
His shirt fit him snug and showed off his sinewy biceps. Harry had been quite fit. He barely ever stopped moving, especially at work. He had to stay fit in order to train new wizards, as well as be in top shape when fighting the dark ones. He had abs beneath his tight shirt, and Harry smiled to himself, because he knew Draco enjoyed them. He had a firm chest and the outline of his defined pecks could be seen on his shirt, giving Harry a small boost of confidence. Harry also did not like to admit this, but it also gave him a slight confidence boost that he was..bigger than Draco. Not by much in length, but mostly in girth. Although Draco’s long cock was quite magnificent, so Harry didn’t have a thing to complain about.
Harry checked his watch again and it was 5:55. Harry took a deep breath and checked around his house, making sure the wards were intact and that everything was tidy. He brushed his teeth again, just to be thorough. Then he said goodbye to Wulf, before taking one more quick look at his arse in the mirror, noting it looked bigger than usual, and headed to his living room to floo.
He muttered 'Malfoy Manor’ and erupted into green flames.
…
Harry walked through the flames into a room he was not familiar with and quickly cast a cleansing spell.
He caught sight of another mirror and once he saw he was indeed clean, he walked out of the room into the hallway.
"Draco?" He called out.
No answer.
Harry remembered the manor from the war, but he had not been in this part. He started walking down the hallway.
Pop. Harry jumped.
"Master Draco is in his bedroom, Mr. Potter." Spoke a squeaky house elf, that Harry assumed was a girl, bowing.
"Erm..right. Um, where is that?" Harry asked, feeling a bit awkward.
"Right this way sir." She said and turned, motioning Harry to follow her.
After a few twists and turns through the halls the elf pointed to Draco’s door, which was half open, and bowed again before disapparating.
Harry walked up to the door frame and peeked in.
Draco was at the other side of the room, adjusting his shirt and straightening his collar in the mirror. From what Harry could see, Draco was also wearing black jeans, though his looked to be tighter. His hair was not done neatly like normal, but fanned over his forehead lightly, and looked so soft. He was wearing a grey, short sleeve button-up, that was not buttoned, over a tight, navy blue T-shirt, that was surprisingly not as tight as Harry’s. He also wore black trainers. Harry’s stomach flipped.
He looked divine. Like a full course meal Harry couldn’t wait to dive into. Harry licked his lips and continued to eye the sexy man up and down, drinking in his tall, thin figure.
"Are you just going to stare from afar, or are you going to come in?" Draco interjected his thoughts. Harry’s gaze shot up to Draco’s, making eye contact through the mirror. He hadn’t realized he could see him. His cheeks turned pink.
Harry coughed into his hand, trying to hide his blush. "Right..sorry." He said as he walked inside, slowly.
Draco was still primping himself in the mirror. "You’re..." Draco looked at his watch. "Three minutes late." He continued.
Harry gave him an incredulous look. "I got lost! Your house is quite confusing you know..your house elf had to help me." He folded his arms across his chest.
Draco chuckled, still adjusting the collar to the buttoned shirt. "That’s because it’s a mansion Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever." And he dropped his arms to his sides and looked around, feeling awkward. Something on his dresser caught his eye. It was a snitch. Harry instinctively walked towards it and fiddled with it. It was not real, but it was gorgeous. Instead of being fully gold, its wings, that were positioned as if it were flying, were made of glass, with gold laced throughout it. The body of the snitch had diamonds along the lines of the original design and it made it that much more beautiful.
Harry suddenly felt Draco come up behind him, wrapping his arms around his stomach, with one hand pressing into his chest. Harry’s breath hitched and Draco leaned down to kiss Harry on the neck. "It’s quite beautiful isn’t it?" Draco said against Harry’s neck, kissing him there again.
Harry tried to keep his thoughts on Draco’s words, but it proved to require an immense amount of effort with Draco’s warmth engulfing him, his soft, wet lips on his neck. "Mhm.." Harry chocked out in agreement.
"I got it at the Quidditch World Cup." He said, his hands snaking down and around Harry’s chest to rest on his hips.
Harry turned his head to face him. "Ireland vs. Bulgaria?" Harry asked, curious.
Draco stared into Harry’s green eyes. "Mhm." He nodded. "I saw it at the shop. 250 galleons. Worth every cent."
Harry’s eyes widened and his gaze turned back to the snitch in his hand. "This was 250 galleons? Granted it’s gorgeous, but Merlin Draco."
He chuckled. "My father got it for me, as a late birthday present." Draco said, leaning down to kiss Harry’s neck again.
Harry’s breath faltered. He autonomously leaned into the kiss. "Late birthday gift? When’s your.." He let out a soft breath as Draco sucked the spot between his shoulder and his neck. "..birthday?" He asked.
"June fifth." Draco said, against Harry’s skin, kissing up the back of his neck. Harry bit his lip. Draco was teasing him on purpose and he did not want to let him win by moaning.
"That’s an awfully late present then." Harry said, keeping his composure as best he could.
Draco chuckled against the nape of Harry’s neck. "I suppose." He let his lips brush over Harry’s skin. Draco’s hands traveled from his hips, around to the front of him, pushing his hands down Harry’s thighs, on either side of his manhood. Harry bit down on his tongue.
After a few seconds Harry spoke, trying to keep the conversation going. "S-so, you’re twenty-one now?" His voice was huskier than he wanted it to be.
Draco nodded against Harry’s neck, before licking a stripe up to his ear. "Are you?" He whispered into Harry’s ear.
Harry bit his lip again, harder this time, and nodded quickly. He knew if he spoke that his voice would break.
"You’re younger than me though, aren’t you Harry?" Draco said into his ear, his voice deep and filled with what Harry knew was desire.
Harry closed his eyes, and breathed in a shaky breath. He nodded again. His heart was beating a mile a minute.
Draco chuckled against his skin, moving one hand up to the band of Harry’s jeans and the other just barely brushing next to Harry’s hardening erection. He was driving Harry wild. "Good to know.." Draco spoke quietly, dipping the hand at his waistband beneath Harry’s jeans.
Harry stiffened, grabbing Draco’s wandering hand with his free one and steadying himself using the palm of his other against Draco’s dresser, with the snitch still between his fingers. He placed it down in its respective spot quickly before Draco moved his other hand to Harry’s hip and spun him around, pushing him against the dresser.
Draco’s hands were on Harry’s waist and Harry used his palms to balance himself against the dresser, trying not to give into Draco.
Draco reached down and kissed Harry’s jawline. Harry bit his lip, pushing himself further onto his palms, trying to lift himself away from Draco. Draco pulled away, his mouth hovering over Harry’s neck. He clicked his tongue and Harry swallowed, biting his lip even harder.
Draco’s grip on Harry’s hips tightened and he pulled Harry towards him. He put his forehead against Harry’s and Harry was staring into pools of silver, his heart pattering in his chest. Draco licked his lips and his gaze flittered to Harry’s teeth puncturing his pink, swollen lower lip. Draco moved one of his hands to Harry’s lower back and pulled him flush against him, and Harry felt a quite promising bulge. He let out a gasp and Draco smashed his lips onto Harry’s.
Harry moaned and Draco groaned into Harry's mouth. "Harry.." He breathed, before smashing his lips against his again. Draco kissed Harry passionately and Harry put his head back in an effort to catch his breath. Draco didn’t hesitate in pressing his lips onto Harry’s neck, sucking hard.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned out, and Draco put the smallest distance between them, so he could cup Harry’s now prominent erection against his palm. "Draco.." Harry breathed. Draco moaned in response and found Harry’s lips again, kissing him hungrily. Harry unintentionally ground against Draco’s hand. Draco groaned and pushed harder against Harry’s lips.
"Draco!" Harry moaned.
Draco pulled away and looked into Harry’s lust filled eyes. "Yes?" He said, resting against Harry’s forehead.
"You’re instigating.." He warned.
A wicked smile crawled onto his face. "Harry, I know that.." He said, slightly breathless.
Harry whined, his face twisting in frustration. Draco laughed and kissed Harry again, his hands winding around his body and gripping his arsecheeks. Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth, kissing him back with ardour as he finally moved his hands from Draco’s dresser to his waist, pulling him close to him.
Draco used his tongue to explore Harry’s mouth and Harry moaned again, gripping him tighter. Draco pulled away, out of breath, but smiling that evil smile of his. "No more. We’ve got to go now or we’ll be late."
Harry swallowed. He nodded and bit his lip, using all his might to fight the urge to hex him, or kiss him. Harry knew he had been worse to Draco this morning, so he let it slide, but he still did not want him to have the satisfaction of knowing he drove Harry mad.
"Right..of course." Harry said, his voice choked.
Draco chuckled and he licked his lips, looking Harry up and down. "You look awfully dashing tonight Harry." He smirked and Harry blushed.
"You don’t look so bad yourself." Harry said, gaining his composure back after Draco’s little stunt.
Draco winked and took Harry’s hand, pulling him to him. "Alright, close your eyes."
Harry nodded and did as he was told. He felt Draco wrap his arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him close.
Pop.
Harry felt his feet land on the ground, with the crunch of pebbles against concrete filling his ears.
Harry instinctively opened his eyes, but Draco brought a hand up to cover them quickly. "Not yet Harry!" He exclaimed, excitement in his voice.
Harry’s stomach did a little flip at how cute the gesture was.
He started to register more sounds, and music filled his ears along with the murmur of a busy crowd.
"Draco? Where are we-"
Harry’s question was cut short by Draco’s soft lips.
Draco pulled away. "No questions yet..now keep your eyes closed." Draco took Harry’s hand and pulled them to wherever they were going. Harry noticed the sounds getting louder as they got closer. His heartbeat quickened with anticipation, and he subconsciously squeezed Draco’s hand tighter. Draco squeezed back and Harry was sure his heart had just done a backflip.
Draco suddenly stopped and stood in front of Harry. He took Harry’s lips in his and pulled back. "Okay, open." He said, happiness lacing through his voice.
Harry opened his eyes and stared in shock. They were standing outside of a stadium. They were surrounded by a huge crowd of people walking into the building, all excited and dressed as if they were going clubbing. Had Draco taken him to a concert? A smile crept onto Harry’s face as he looked at Draco’s grey eyes staring back at him. They looked at him with pure anticipation.
"Have you ever been to a rave?" Draco asked.
Harry’s eyes widened. "A rave?" Harry asked exasperated and shook his head no.
Draco seemed to get even more excited. "Brilliant!" He grabbed Harry by the hand and dragged him into the crowd of people. Harry made sure his wand was secured at his waist, and did his best to keep up with Draco.
They eventually made it to the doors of the building and had to walk through metal detectors. There were big security guards everywhere. After that they walked up to a booth where the person clipped Draco’s two tickets.
"Down at the pit." The man spoke. "Walk through those doors, and down the stairs and you’ll see where to go. Have fun." The man waved at the door to their right.
"Thank you." Draco said and pulled Harry through the door.
Once they were through it, Harry saw just how big the stadium was. There was a huge stage to his bottom right, and there was a large patch of grass in front of the it, occupied by a large crowd of people. Behind that, fanned out were rows and rows of seats that were already brimming with people. There was also two more levels above Harry with seats that were almost completely filled as well.
Draco squeezed Harry’s hand. "Let’s go!" He said, pulling him down the stairs to the large patch of grass. They came to a gate and there was another security guard there and Draco showed him the tickets and he let them through.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked, looking at Harry with wide eyes.
Harry couldn’t help but melt looking into those silver pools of happiness. He bit his lip. "Draco this is wicked."
Draco beamed at him. "Come on!" And he dragged Harry off into the crowd.
Harry continued to look around in awe, taking in as much as he could of his surroundings. He squeezed Draco’s hand again and Draco turned to look at him, kissing him.
Harry was a bit taken aback by the strong kiss because he wasn’t expecting it, but kissed him back all the same. When Draco pulled away Harry asked, a bit loudly over all the noise, "So how does a rave work?"
"What?" Draco said.
"How does a rave work?" Harry said a bit louder, leaning closer into Draco.
Draco laughed and leaned to talk into Harry’s ear, making Harry shiver. "It’s basically like a concert, except there’s a mosh pit, which we’re in, and it’s mostly electronic music. There’s neon lights and they throw paint and confetti everywhere. We’re basically going to be dancing rubbed up against strangers the whole night."
Harry nodded. He was excited. "Alright." He said into his ear and clicked his tongue. "I didn’t know you did stuff like this."
"There’s a lot you don’t know about me Harry." Draco pulled back, gripped Harry’s arms, and winked. Harry got butterflies.
People continued to file in before the lights started to dim, and colorful spotlights replaced them. Draco turned to him. "It’s starting Harry!"
The music got louder and people walked onto the stage, the main man was covered in neon paint, holding an electric guitar.
"Are you guys ready?" He screamed into a mic.
The entire stadium erupted. "YEAH!"
"I SAID ARE YOU GUYS READY?"
"WOOOOOO!!" The crowd erupted into even louder celebratory sounds and the band started to play immediately.
The mosh pit Draco and Harry were in, got tighter as everyone rushed forward and began jumping up and down, dancing.
Harry kept close to Draco as Draco made sure to stay behind him, his hands gripping his waist tightly. There wasn’t room to do much else, but Harry didn’t mind one bit.
People were screaming and having the time of their lives. Glow sticks were being thrown, along with confetti as strobe lights were going off.
Harry jumped in time with Draco, who always kept at least one hand on his waist at all times. Harry had to admit he barely knew any of the songs, but he was having a blast with the blond pressed tightly against him. It was exhilarating. Harry hadn’t done something like this, in well..ever. The closest he had been to this were clubs, but out here he felt the cool air from the wind, the music was louder, the lights were brighter and the people were closer, screaming their heads off and going crazy. Harry was sure some of them were on drugs, and appreciated that the moment felt euphoric to him either way.
Harry turned, with a bit of difficulty, to face Draco and grounded him, kissing him hard. Draco responded immediately thrusting a tongue into his mouth and moaning. Harry hadn’t expected that response and deepened the kiss before pulling away quickly. They were in public and he didn’t think they should draw any extra attention to themselves, not that he thought many would notice, as they were busy dancing or snogging as well.
Draco groaned and pulled Harry back to him, making him jump with him in time with the crowd.
He leaned into Harry’s ear. "I want you Harry." He whisper-shouted.
Harry felt heat rush through him. "Don’t tell me that right now!" Harry half whined, loudly enough so Draco could hear him over the music and crowd.
Draco chuckled in his ear and then pulled away. Turning Harry back around so his arse was against him, and Harry could feel just how bad Draco did want him. Harry blushed immediately.
At the same moment the people surrounding them squished in closer as the song got faster. Jumping around and screaming. Harry reached his hand back to squeeze Draco’s arse to let him know he felt his hard-on, but also because that was as much as either of them were going to get right then.
Draco didn’t seem to get that message though, as his hands snaked around Harry’s torso and down to his manhood. He groped his half hard erection through his jeans and Harry threw his head back onto Draco’s shoulder.
He brought his hands down to Draco’s and shook his head, bringing both his and Draco’s arms into the air, jumping with everyone else.
They continued to dance throughout the night, feeling each other up. Draco had managed to get his hand inside Harry’s pants a few times, each resulting in Harry blushing furiously.
Harry was enjoying one particular song when a girl moved, or got pushed, in front of him and immediately started grinding against him. Harry leaned back trying to get away from her, turning his neck so he could face Draco.
He motioned to his little..erm..problem, and Draco starting laughing and kissed Harry. Harry couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused, with Draco’s half erect cock against his arse, and kissing him, all while some girl was grinding on him. Draco pulled back from Harry’s lips and smiled before forcing him to face forward.
Before he knew it a man came up to him and shoved him.
"Get off of my girl!" He shouted.
Draco caught Harry and looked up at the man. Harry was shocked. "I-I.." He instinctively took Draco’s hand and pointed to it with his other. "We’re together.." Draco nodded vigorously, looping his arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer to him.
The man’s face slowly softened to understanding and he nodded, before grabbing the girl, who was high off her rocker, and waded his way through the crowd, away from them.
Harry turned to him. "Merlin..."
Draco laughed and kissed Harry full on the mouth, moaning into his lips. "It’s alright Harry." He said smiling.
"That man would’ve knocked me out cold!" He said, exasperated.
Draco laughed again. "Harry Potter, the Chosen One, bested by a muggle at a rave? I’ll be damned." He smirked and kissed Harry again.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh at that. He then kissed Draco again who pulled him closer to him, deepening the kiss. Harry unintentionally moaned against him.
Harry had to admit that feeling Draco’s firm chest against him all night had made him dizzy. He loved being so close to the blond. His wandering hands drove him over the edge, dancing to upbeat music, their sweat mixing together when they kissed. Harry felt like he was on cloud nine.
Harry pushed harder against his lips. Draco groaned and grabbed Harry by the elbows pulling him up to his mouth more. Draco snuck his tongue in and then pulled away, leaving Harry wanting more. Draco looked down at his watch.
"Blimey, we’ve been here over 2 bloody hours!" He shouted, surprised.
"Have we really?" Harry asked, incredulous.
Draco nodded and pulled Harry into a kiss. Harry pressed closer into him and flitted his tongue over Draco’s lip. Draco moaned and accepted Harry’s tongue, and Harry tasted all of Draco’s mouth.
Draco quickly pulled away and grabbed Harry’s hand, pulling him to the back of the crowd where there were less people. He kissed Harry again and moaned against him.
He pulled Harry along again and took him out through the gate they entered and through a different area. They had reached a seemingly deserted hallway. Harry could still hear the music blasting.
Draco slammed Harry against the wall, capturing his lips immediately and feeling up and down his chest. Harry moaned and kissed Draco back, thirsty for more. Draco gave him more as he cupped his growing erection and kissed down his neck, moaning throughout it. Harry moaned and brought Draco up to kiss him again, grinding against the blond’s hand.
"Draco!" He breathed. His ears ringing from the loud music and screams of the crowd.
"Mmm, Harry!" Draco cried out and devoured his neck, biting it lightly, and then harder. Harry let out a rough groan, and Draco brought his lips back to Harry’s.
Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and rutted against him, kissing him with ardour. Draco moaning and pulled away, gripping Harry’s shoulders tightly. "Do you wanna go back to my place?"
Harry nodded quickly and then pulled Draco into a kiss, moaning.
Draco pulled away again. "Wait! Are you hungry?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
Harry wasn’t sure if he was actually hungry because the only thing he truly wanted on his tongue was Draco’s white..hot..Merlin Harry was in deep.
"Not for food." Harry looked into his eyes, his own filled with lust.
Draco’s face fell into a moan and he kissed Harry before taking his hand again and dragging him to the apparition spot.

Get ready for some smut! Draco and Harry’s 'situationship' is moving prittty fast and Harry’s gotta make some big decisions. I think that this chapter and the next one or two chapters are going to be the last fluffy chapters before things start to get more serious, I’m not sure though. I don’t particularly like writing heavy angst because I’m a sucker for the feel-good love moments, so we shall see. If you guys have any suggestions please let me know! I hope you are enjoying this so far so please review if you are and if you want anything specific! I already have ideas for other stories wracking my brain, so I’m really trying to map this plot out. I’ll try to update soon, hopefully by Tuesday! Bye for now!

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