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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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He hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but Draco awoke to find that Harry was no longer next to him. He stretched and glanced around his flat. Harry had his back to him as he was filling the tea kettle with water. Propping himself up on one elbow to watch, Draco noticed that Harry had put his jeans back on but was barefoot and bare chested. And his hair was disheveled a bit more than usual. When Harry turned around to put the tea pot on the small kitchen table, he saw that Draco was awake and smiling at him.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” Harry said to him.

“You fell asleep first,” Draco retorted. “What time is it?”

“Nearly half-six.”

“What? Half-six? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Draco threw the blanket off and began searching for discarded clothing.

Harry enjoyed the view of nude Draco dashing around the flat gathering up his clothing. He was a bit disappointed as Draco hurriedly pulled his pants and jeans on. Harry hadn’t much of a chance to really get a good look at Draco’s Greek-God-like body.

“What’s your hurry? Got a hot date?” Harry laughed.

Draco froze in the middle of putting his shirt back on. His mouth was open, and his eyes wide, giving him the look of a child who got caught dipping his hand into the cookie jar.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “You really do have a date?” He turned his back to Draco hoping he wouldn’t see how hurt he was.

Draco tossed the shirt aside and immediately went to Harry, turning him around.

“I had no idea this was going to happen. It’s just a blind date one of the blokes from Winston’s set up. I only agreed because I had nothing else planned.” Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s. “I thought I’d never have a chance with you, or I wouldn’t have even considered going. Please believe me,” Draco begged.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I would have, but I was so glad to have you here, I simply forgot all about it ‘til now,” Draco explained.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, I can’t very well be mad when you put it that way.”

Draco picked up his shirt and put it on, then smoothed out his hair a bit. “I only want to go to tell the guy I can’t go out with him. He’s Colin’s cousin’s wife’s brother or something or other, and I don’t like to stand people up.”

Harry frowned. He liked that Draco was being thoughtful, but he didn’t like the idea of him meeting some other bloke.

“Oi, Harry, why don’t you come with me? Then we can go out for supper after. I don’t have much to eat around here right now.” Draco laughed,” Just more pastries.”

Harry shrugged a shoulder.

“Come on. Besides, then he’ll see that I’m not just being a git. He’ll see I really do have a . . . “ Draco trailed off.

“A what?” Harry pressed.

Draco pursed his lips, frowning slightly. “A somebody?” he proposed. “I don’t know. What do you want to be?”

“You mean like a boyfriend?” Harry eyebrows raised high.

“You say that like it’s ridiculous,” Draco said.

“Well, it is, a bit.”

Draco snorted and turned away, snatching his suede boat shoes from under his bed and angrily putting them on. “Fine,” he muttered to himself.

“Wait. I meant to all the people we know, or used to know. Nobody would believe us if we told them.” Harry walked up to Draco. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to be your boyfriend. It’s just that we’ve gone from enemies, to acquaintances, to friends, to lovers in one leap.”

“I know,” Draco said. “I get it.” Logically, he got Harry’s point. But he was afraid that what it really meant, was that his feelings were much stronger than Harry’s. “We don’t have to name this right now. But do come with me. We have to eat anyway.”

Draco looked at the clock. “I’m supposed to meet him in twenty minutes. I have to leave now if I hope to be on time. My usual apparation spot is blocks away from the restaurant.” He waited for some sort of a response from Harry.

Harry sighed. “My hair looks terrible.”

“It always looks terrible,” Draco joked. “You always look like you’ve just been shagged.”

“Brilliant,” Harry smiled. “Let’s go, then.” He picked up his ruined shirt and frowned. “Can I borrow a shirt?” he grinned bashfully.

Draco opened his closet. “Help yourself.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

The pair apparated to a secluded area Draco had discovered a while back. It was conveniently located near many local attractions. They walked the rest of the way to the restaurant to meet Draco’s blind date.

When they got to the door of the eatery, Harry had a question.

“How will you know who you’re supposed to meet?”

“Um, well, he’s got dark brown wavy hair and an earring in his right ear. He should be wearing a turquoise button down shirt. Oh, shit.”

“What?”

Draco looked at Harry wearing his shirt. The sleeves were too long, so Harry had rolled them up. He found that he liked Harry wearing his clothes, but he hadn’t thought about which shirt Harry picked until then.

“You’re wearing the shirt I was supposed to wear.” Draco smiled, “You’re making me forget all sorts of things, Potter.” Somehow, Potter didn’t have the same meaning it used to. Harry didn’t seem to mind.

A man appearing to be in his early twenties approached Harry and Draco. He looked between the two of them, confused. He’d been told to look for a blonde wearing a royal blue shirt. But what he saw was a blonde in a black t-shirt and a brunette in a royal blue shirt. He himself had on a turquoise button down shirt.

“I’m Kyle,” the man announced, hoping one of them would respond. “Colin’s sister-in-law’s cousin.”

Draco held out his hand. “I’m Draco.” Harry shot him a surprised look. He didn’t realize anyone knew his real name. “I’m sorry for the confusion,” Draco continued. “This is my friend, Harry.” Harry held out his hand and Kyle shook it.

“Friend?” Kyle asked.

“Look, Kyle, I’m sure you’re a perfectly nice bloke. But when I agreed to this, Harry and I hadn’t . . . reconnected.”

“Oh, old friends who lost touch and now you’re together?”

“Something like that,” Harry replied.

“Anyway, I didn’t want to simply stand you up. I really am terribly sorry,” Draco offered.

Kyle sighed. “Story of my life. It’s okay.” He held out his hand again to Draco. “Thanks for coming here and letting me down easy,” he laughed.

“Say, why don’t you join us for supper. I feel badly that I messed up your plans.” Harry pretended not to notice the darts shooting at him from Draco’s eyes.

“No, thanks. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Well, technically, I’m the one who’s intruded, really,” Harry pointed out. “You need to eat anyway.” Harry nudged Draco subtly.

“You may as well. Harry’s probably not going to take no for an answer.”

“Well . . . if you’re sure you don’t mind.” Kyle said hesitantly. “I am hungry, and we do have a reservation. I suppose we could pull up another chair.”

“Brilliant,” Harry smiled brightly.

“I’ll go see if we can add a place.” Kyle walked into the restaurant to speak with the maître d'.

“What the bloody hell did you do that for?” Draco said as soon as Kyle was out of earshot.

“I felt badly for him,” Harry explained.

“I did too, but not badly enough to ruin our night.”

“He seems nice. Maybe we should try to make friends outside of the studio,” Harry suggested.

Draco huffed. “He looks like he belongs there, though,” he muttered.

It took him a minute, but it finally dawned on Harry. “Are you jealous?” He grinned. “Do you think I fancy him or something?”

Draco said nothing.

“I don’t. At all. I was simply trying to be nice,” Harry paused. “I don’t know how this is going to work.”

Draco stood with his mouth hanging open. “Because I don’t want to go to supper with that guy?” Draco gestured toward the restaurant.

“Because if you’re this jealous of some bloke I’m not remotely interested in, how are you going to handle me working with Jake next week?”

“Are you implying that you’re interested in Jake?” Draco’s face grew red. He hadn’t given any thought to Harry shagging Jake until then.

Harry sighed heavily in exasperation. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I’m not interested in Jake. But we are friendly. And don’t change the subject, which is your jealousy.”

There was an uncomfortable silence as Kyle walked up to the pair.

“Maybe you’re right. I don’t think this is going to work, either.” Draco turned on his heel after glaring at Kyle, and strode away toward his apparation spot.

“Draco!” Harry called after him. Draco kept walking.

“Uh, did I cause a problem?” Kyle asked. “I’m sorry.”

Harry sighed. “It’s not your fault. Our relationship has always been volatile. Are they ready for us?”

“You still want to eat with me?” Kyle questioned.

Harry shrugged. “We’ve got to eat.”

“What about Draco? Is that really his name?” Kyle asked.

Harry laughed, “Yes, and I’ll worry about him later.” If Harry was being honest with himself, he was already worrying about him.

Kyle and Harry went back into the restaurant and sat at a table for three. Harry kept his eye on the large picture window, hoping Draco would change his mind and come back.

The two strangers talked while they waited for food to arrive. The conversation was easy and Harry found that he was fairly comfortable around Kyle. He wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that there was no possibility of a shag at the end of the evening. Since he’d come out to his friends, Ron had been the only man Harry had gone out with, without thinking about screwing in the loo.

Until Kyle. Not that Kyle wasn’t attractive. He was. In fact, he was so attractive, Harry wondered why he needed to be set up on a blind date at all.

They chatted about past relationships, hobbies--although Harry had to rewrite a bit of history--and future plans while they ate. Somehow, Harry’s end of the conversation kept coming back to Draco.

At the end of the meal, they each paid their share and began to walk in the direction of Harry’s flat. It wasn’t too far a walk and the night air was crisp and clear.

“Do you live this way too?” Harry asked.

“Sort of,” Kyle confessed. “I can go this way with you. It’s nice out tonight. I had a great time.”

“Yeah, it was good. Too much food, though,” Harry laughed and held up his doggie bag. He looked away, feeling guilty for staying after Draco left.

After about a forty minute walk, Harry stopped in front of a plain brown brick building and turned to Kyle.

“Well, this is my place,” he said.

“Oh, I guess this is the end of the evening then,” Kyle added.

“Yeah.”

“So . . . this thing with Draco, is it serious?”

Harry smiled. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated isn’t the same as serious,” Kyle pointed out.

“No, I suppose not,” Harry replied. “But I’d like it to be.”

“He just seems, I don’t know, a bit of a prat for leaving you when you were just trying to be nice to me.”

Harry chuckled. “He definitely can be at times. Don’t judge him too harshly, though. Draco hasn’t always had an easy time of it. He’s been through an awful lot. I’m not making excuses, but we understand each other. Probably in a way no one else can.”

“Well, if you decide it’s too complicated . . . “ Kyle trailed off, his implication clear.

Harry took out his bill from the restaurant. “I’ll tell you what. Do you have a pen?”

Kyle took a pen out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Harry.

“I don’t know how things will work out between me and Draco, but I could always use a friend. I don’t have many. If you want to hang out, give us a call.” Harry scribbled his number on the back of the bill and handed it and Kyle’s pen, back.

“Us?”

“I’m hoping Draco will want to stick around next time,” Harry elaborated.

“Okay,” Kyle said, holding up the paper Harry gave him. “Maybe I’ll ring you. Good luck with him. See you around?”

“Thanks,” Harry chuckled. “See you around.”

Harry watched Kyle walk back in the direction from which they came. He realized that Kyle went out of his way to walk with him. Kyle was a nice enough bloke, but now that he was gone, Harry was trying to figure out what to do about Draco. He didn’t know where Draco’s flat was. When they apparated, he was only a side along. And even if he knew where to go, Draco had too many charms for Harry to get through. He wished he’d been paying more attention.

“How the hell am I going to find him?” he asked himself out loud.

Lost in thought, Harry didn’t notice when Draco appeared next to him on the steps of the building until Draco cleared his throat.

“Aah!” Harry yelled. “You scared the fucking shit out of me!”

Draco couldn’t help laughing at Harry’s reaction, though he wasn’t actually trying to scare him.

“Where’d you come from, anyway?” Harry asked.

“Disillusionment spell,” Draco confessed. “I saw you two coming and hid myself.”

“You were spying on us?”

“No, I panicked. It was a knee-jerk reaction, then it was too late to reveal myself without having to obliviate him. You seemed to be getting along so well, I figured it wouldn’t be very fair of me to take his memory of you.” Draco paused. “I think he was really hoping for a kiss at the end of your date.”

“It was not a date,” Harry said adamantly. “And absolutely nothing happened.”

“I know. I heard what you said.”

Harry tried to think if he said anything he shouldn’t have. He vaguely remembered calling Draco a prat or something.

“Oh, I . . . um,” Harry stammered.

“It was probably one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said about me.”

“Really?” Harry raised his eyebrows. “What did I say?”

“You said you wanted this to be serious, and that you understand me. And most importantly, you hoped I’d stick around.” Draco said. “I’m sorry I left. Kyle was right, I was a prat for leaving.”

“Well, you’re back now. That’s what counts. I didn’t know how to find you. How did you find my building?”

“Oh, yes, well . . . I may have asked Carol where I might find you, should I go looking. She was more than happy to help.” Draco laughed.

So Draco had asked for Harry’s address. And he must have done it before Harry initiated a physical relationship. That thought made Harry grin.

“You could have gone out with him.” Draco said. “I wouldn’t have blamed you. You could have had a nice, normal relationship with him. He would have taken you in a minute.”

“But I don’t want him. I want you.”

With those words, Draco leaned forward and gave Harry a kiss, which he returned.

“Do you want to come up? It’s a bit messy at the moment, but . . . “ Harry smiled eagerly.

Draco looked up at the building and bit his bottom lip. “As much as I’d love to, I think I’ll pass this time.”

“Are you still mad that I stayed with Kyle? Because really, there is nothing there, not at all.”

Draco smiled, “No. I’m not mad. I just think it would be better if I didn’t. I . . . don’t really trust myself to be a perfect gentleman. And you’ve already had a busy day.”

Harry blushed, knowing exactly to what Draco was referring.

“How about breakfast then?”

“Can we make it lunch? I have a couple of errands to run in the morning, then my day is free,” Draco suggested.

“All right,” Harry agreed. “We’ll meet right here at eleven? Sound good?”

“Perfect.” Draco was already regretting his decision. Staring into Harry’s intensely green eyes, Draco was feeling the urge to take the boy up to his flat and show him what other pleasures he knew.

“Goodnight, then.” Harry went up slightly on his toes to kiss Draco again, this time using his whole mouth to convey how much he was going to miss Draco’s company.

Draco’s hands found their way into Harry’s thick mane and held on tightly as they swapped spit right there on the sidewalk.

“Get a room!” Somebody laughed as they walked by. A couple of girls giggled while Harry and Draco finally broke the kiss, embarrassed to be engaged in such flagrant activity out in public.

“I suppose we ought to call it a night already,” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Draco agreed. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“All right.”

They stood, just looking at each other for a moment, then Draco turned and walked away toward a place to apparate. As he did, Harry watched the sway of his hips. A small smile tugged at his lips. Draco never once looked back, leaving Harry wanting more. Harry had a feeling that was exactly what Draco aiming for.
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