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A Dubious Affection	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco was ranting.

He knew this, knew that in all likely hood he wasn't even making all that much sense as he paced back and forth in the little hospital room but it had just come spilling out the moment Potter had shut the door behind them and he just couldn't stop. Potter was sitting on the edge of the bed with its white sheets and white pillows and wearing that bloody white uniform that made his hair seem so black that it resembled a black hole and eyes so green that Draco had to look away every time he accidentally caught them in his gaze.

And he was biting his damn lip and smiling his damn little smile and just sitting there and listening and watching, like Draco wasn't ragging on him but merely discussing the bloody weather or what they should have for dinner. But Potter also looked exhausted and in pain and his bare feet kept twitching against the white tiled floor (honestly what was with all the damn white!) and Draco just kept ranting.

" - Of all the inhuman, stupid, completely mental things -"

It was easier than facing the real issues, like the nagging thought that Weasley was under the impression that they were shagging and that Draco just now realized he was hopelessly in love with the infuriating git - not to mention that they were in the hospital because someone had just tried to kill Potter. No not someone, his partner, the man who was supposed to support and protect Potter, not...

"I told you not to stand next to any cliffs!" Draco shouted, his feet slapping against the tile as he spun and started back the way he had just come.

"It was a window actually." Potter corrected, speaking for the first time in several long minutes.

"But did you listen? No! And look at you, you almost lost an arm." Draco ignored him in pursuit of getting his point across.

"Legs."

"Whatever, the point is that you obviously have no respect for your own life."

Potter reached out and caught his hand with surprising speed for someone still in the process of reforming some of their bones, stopping Draco in his tracks. "Malfoy." He said quietly, peering up at him with a soft expression that tugged at Draco's heart and made him blink back the rising need to step forward and touch the other man with his fingers that wouldn't stop trembling.

Merlin he felt weak.

He continued ranting to counteract the unsettling feeling.

" - You are not bloody immortal Potter, no matter how much you might think yourself to be. You are not to go jumping out windows -" He really wasn't too sure what was fumbling out of his mouth anymore but he needed to keep talking, needed Potter to realize that he couldn't be so carefree with his life. Potter had to keep living so time could keep ticking, otherwise Draco feared that he'd spend the rest of his days staring at broken clockwork, completely unable to do anything about it, never able to set them right again.

Besides someone had to drink the tea in his cupboard after all and Draco firmly believed that someone should be Potter, considering that it was his blasted brand that was taking up precious space.

"Malfoy." Potter said again, even softer this time with a smile that was threatening to turn into a grin.

The almost-grin set him on edge, making him feel like he was walking on tiptoes across the ridgepole of the run down cottage on the Manor's extensive property. One false step and he would tumble to the earth below and earn his own shattered bones.

" - That Giles needs to be sent to Azkaban and you ought to go with him because only a raving lunatic would - oomph!" Draco fell sharply forward as Potter yanked on his hand and swept his foot under Draco's heel at the same time, twisting him with ease that could only come from years of experience so that he landed on his back beside Potter on the small bed. "Potter!" He shrieked, red cheeked and trying to ignore the leg that was tangled with his and the firm hand that was keeping him pressed to the mattress.

Honestly Potter had no right being so strong while he was supposedly healing.

"Draco." Potter leaned over him, the blonde’s given name rolling off his tongue in a way Draco could only describe as obscene. "Are you done yet?"

"No." Draco snapped, pressing his head back into the bedding in an attempt to put some distance between them, praying to whatever deity would listen that Potter couldn't feel the beat of his heart. Although logically he probably shouldn't have been trying to sink into the bed but instead working on throwing Potter off and storming out of the room on principle of being manhandled.

But he didn't and he didn't want to think about why, not with Potter smelling well, like Potter. And he had missed it - blasted man that he was. Draco hated missing silly things like people, it made him feel like a Hufflepuff.

"You obviously have a death wish and need thorough and extensive therapy. Maybe for years. Perhaps decades even." Potter smiled and Draco frowned, realizing with a little panic that Potter was holding his wrist with a consistent pressure, his pulse jumping maddeningly beneath his fingers. He felt utterly trapped, hot all over with a fog rolling into his brain to warp his thoughts. "Like starting right now Potter so if -"

"You're really cute when you’re nervous you know." Potter interjected as Draco gaped, opening his mouth to immediately refute the fact but he was silenced once more with a little squeeze of his wrist. "Your neck gets all pink and your eyes look like a rain storm but mostly I like the fact that you rattle off nonsense instead of admitting that you were worried about me."

"Hardly worried." He grumbled.

"Oh?" Potter shifted, bringing his thigh between Draco's legs in a much too intimate way for Draco's liking as he tried desperately to think of every disgusting thing that he could to force his body not to react to the solid warm pressure. "So you didn't just rush down here covered in grease and your working clothes," he paused and grinned at Draco's forehead, "and your goggles?"

Draco glared, acutely embarrassed suddenly of his appearance and fighting off the urge to reach up and yank his goggles off. "Weasley dragged me."

"Sure he did."

"Actually I came to make sure you hadn't died." Draco set his jaw in defiance, deciding that he needed a new tactic, considering that Weasley would probably never drag him anywhere for any reason whatsoever.

Potter tipped his head and breathed deeply, his chest rubbing against Draco's and making stupid butterflies take flight in his stomach. "See, worried." He murmured, sounding far too pleased with himself.

"Yes, for my income, not for you." Draco bit the inside of the cheek as Potter shifted again, pressing his thigh against his crotch - and that had to be on purpose - a mortified flush rising up his neck as he felt his blood rush south and begin swelling in an area that he really didn't want swelling.

Draco's eye's fluttered and Potter smirked, the bastard, leaving Draco to wonder after his own sanity of falling for such a man who liked to grind their...ex rival...into a hospital bed. He struggled for control, for not slipping under, uncertain just where all this was going. Plus Draco wasn't certain how he felt about being in love with the nutter, he needed time to think on it - well actually he needed time to get completely wasted and then do something reckless and then force himself to forget about Potter.

Because Potter...Potter didn't want him surely? Not all of him at least.

Potter just loved...clocks...

But either way, whatever Potter did or did not love, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to come to a coherent decision while pressed to a mattress with the object of his affections hovering over him and dancing one step away from humping his leg - or making Draco hump Potter's leg, not that the distinction mattered really.

"Right and now that I've seen your indeed not dead, I can get going, I've a schedule to keep you know." Draco slipped back into his usual drawl as he stared up at Potter's face and not his mouth. No, definitely not his mouth.

"Mhmm." Potter hummed in thought, running the hand on Draco's chest up until his finger slipped through one of the gaps between buttons. "I think not, want to know why?"

"Not really."

"Because you have been giving me nothing but mixed signals for months." Potter said very seriously as he plucked a button on Draco's shirt open.

"I have not." Draco argued, trying and failing to understand what Potter was talking about. There hadn't been any signals...had there? "Stop that." He snapped as another button sprung free.

Potter shook his head and licked his lips. "Oh yes you have. One minute you're laughing and flirting with me and the next your all business. Very confusing and frustrating and...hot. I like a chase you know."

Draco wasn't sure why but that admission was oddly hot in itself, the thought of Potter chasing him, like he was some desired prize. Really it should have pissed him off, being equated to an object to be won, but like all things Potter his body and mind never reacted rationally and properly. It didn't help that his thoughts kept dressing Potter up in his Auror uniform, with sweaty hair and muddy boots (that really should have been discarded at the door but Potter was obviously too much of a brute to do so), holding Draco's slighter body down and proclaiming with a cocky grin that he'd won before taking his prize.

So instead of glaring and spewing threats his heart just skipped a beat...or two. Stupid heart.

"You haven't been chasing." Draco fought to keep his eyes open as Potter shifted his leg again - which was just malicious - and his fingers slid through the now open front of Draco's shirt. His fingers were far too hot and calloused, sending shivers down the confused clockmaker's spine. "You've just been seeking endless repairs for your freakishly enormous clock collection." He reasoned, biting his lip to keep a groan in and trying his best to ignore the lingering downward look of Potter's eyes as his cock hardened undeniably in his trousers.

Merlin he was doomed and slightly overwhelmed with the stark reality of just how much Potter actually affected him.

Potter grinned evilly and rocked forward, forcing a choke to scratch through Draco's throat. God but Potter's thigh felt like pure, taut, muscle. There was yet another noise that some could say resembled a whimper, but Draco's would sooner die before he was one of them, as he felt his body rise to meet the heat Potter was creating - his pale hand reaching out in an attempt to push the relentless man away but somehow only managed to get tangled in Potter's shirt at the small of his back.

"I don't have a clock collection. I buy them, smash them, and then have a reason to keep showing up at your door." Potter murmured in a low tone, apparently pleased with the shirt grabbing and the sound that wasn't a whimper.

"Nonsense." Draco frowned at the admission that he had been indeed right that Potter had been playing him - at least playing him where clocks were concerned. "We both know that you're not one for subtly, why wouldn't you just ask me out properly if that's what you wanted?" Draco gripped the shirt tighter as Potter's fingers trailed over his chest, tracing up into the hollow of his throat. This really wasn't fair, they shouldn't be having this conversation like this, how was he supposed to concentrate with Potter lighting burning fires all along his body?

But maybe that was part of Potter's plan, a rather ingenious one Draco had to confess, given his penchant for running away and turning cold at anything hinting at feelings. Draco preferred the Slytherin method to handing matters of the heart - pushing them down until they erupted violently or giving in and using blackmail tended to work wonders as well.

He bit his cheek, alright so maybe there had been some mixed signals, but he hadn't done so intentionally - at least he was pretty sure he hadn't. Honestly it was hard to say, considering how muddled Potter tended to make his brain.

"I did ask you out! Ten times actually." Potter grumbled with a pout to his full red lips

"I don't think - oh." Draco started then stopped as his mind flooded with memories of Potter asking him out to dinner or for a pint, he had even once asked him to a play of one of Draco's favorite books. But he had always just assumed that...what? That Potter was just being nice? That he wanted to hang out as friends? That he wanted to get Draco to say yes just so he could laugh in his face and yell 'just kidding, god look at your face!' like they were sixteen year old enemies again?

"Yeah, oh."

"I didn't realize..."

Potter let out a laugh, the pout leaving his lips as a cocky smug expression took over, his hand running up Draco's neck to linger on his jaw. "And you call me daft. I even tried to kiss you once you know?"

"You did not, I think I would have realized that." Draco narrowed his eyes, certain Potter was trying to make him feel like an even bigger idiot. Plus the shifting of his thigh had stopped and Draco desperately wanted the friction back. It was just cruel, starting something like that - against his will even - and then just ceasing all rocking. It had to be some kind of medieval torture.

Potter nodded as Draco adamantly shook his head in denial. "We were sitting at your kitchen table, you leaned over to grab a takeaway container and I -"

"Did the Healers look at your head? I think you may have hit it harder then you realize, perhaps a concussion?"

"You shoved a dumpling in my mouth." Potter raised an eyebrow, fingers curling to dig into Draco’s jaw so he was forced to stare up into Potter's wide, sincere gaze.

And that really shouldn't have felt so good - the rough, demanding touch - but good lord did it make his stomach flip.

"Oh...right." Draco clearly remembered the incident now, remembered how Potter's looming face had made his pulse jump and his cheeks flush and his fingers itch. He also remembered the panic that had gripped him the closer Potter came and how he had just shoved the nearest thing at Potter to get him to stop - too fearful of what was actually happening.

And then he apparently convinced himself he had misread the whole situation, except...he hadn't.

"I repeat - cute." Potter said, dipping his face lower and nearly making Draco go cross eyed as he refused to close his eyes and look away. "Think I can make you say 'oh' again?" He flashed his teeth and Draco stopped breathing seconds before Potter's lips were on his.

Draco let out an undignified sound that settled somewhere among a squawk of surprise, a moan, and a demand for further explanation. Potter, being the antagonizing prat that he was, just chuckled - the sound vibrating through their chests as he gripped Draco's jaw forcefully and deepened the kiss, using his tongue that tasted like honey and black tea in what Draco could only describe as an attempt to drive him insane.

It was working.

Draco was acutely aware of Potter's mouth, his wicked tongue, his taste and feel, of the stubble on Potter's chin that rubbed against his own, of Potter's glasses digging into his cheeks, of the hand that was caressing his face, and the other one was that was curling it's fingers through his own as Potter shifted until he was lying nearly completely on top of Draco - their legs still hanging awkwardly half off the bed.

Potter was heavy and scorching and hard, his length pressing against Draco's in a blissfully surreal moment that made Draco groan a loud 'oh' into Potter's mouth. He was also an amazing kisser - despite the triumphant grin Draco could feel on the other man's lips at his little outburst. And yet at the same time it was almost like being kissed by an inexperienced teenager, with scraping teeth and so full of pressure - eager and overly zealous, then again, maybe that was why Draco could feel it tingling all the way to his toes.

He didn't think normal people kissed like that. Like a kiss was, well...sex.

Potter demanded as much as he gave, he nipped and sucked and licked and moved his lips and hips in a wild rhythm that made Draco think that he had been thinking about kissing him for quite some time. And Draco found himself just gripping Potter's shirt with his hand that was getting sweaty, curling his leg around Potters, and trying to remember to breathe and not let his heart beat completely out of his chest like it was threatening to do, as he tried to shove the sound of the bed starting to squeak under them to the back of his brain with everything else.

Because he was pretty sure squeaking beds shouldn't be some sort of aphrodisiac on top of it all, but Merlin help him it was, it was like the icing on the cake that was Potter's straining cock rutting against his and the tongue that was fighting with his in his mouth. It was sloppy and wet and urgent and...

He was fast losing himself in the epiphany that kissing could be like this, like pure heat.

"You've been drinking my tea." Potter panted when he, rather rudely in Draco's opinion, pulled back just enough so only their noses were touching.

"Untrue." Draco sucked in air, blinking his eyes in effort to get the fuzzy tint away from his vision. "Your tea is only fit for unrefined peasants." He wiggled a little, pressing his fist against the small of Potter's back, desperate for the squeaking to come back - and thus bringing the friction with it.

"And Malfoy's apparently." Potter smiled, biting his wet lip and twisting his fingers through Draco's hair, watching the flaxen locks intently. "I like it, when you look like this."

"My hair?" Draco wrinkled his brow in confusion, wondering idly why they were talking and not snogging, because the latter was clearly the better of the two options.

"No, well yes, kind of." Potter leaned down and nibbled at his neck, trailing his tongue up the gentle curve until he reached Draco's ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth for one tantalizing second. "I like it when you've got grease all over your face and hair, when you're so focused on your work that you don't even realize that you're getting it everywhere, when you forget to button your shirt in the right holes because you stayed up too late the night before and had to rush out of bed to meet me."

"Why on earth would you like that?" Draco shuddered and freeing his hand from Potter's grasp, tangled his fingers in Potter's hair like he'd been wanting to for weeks now. He didn't know what he had been expecting but it wasn't this - it was soft and springy, dancing through his fingers as he gripped and pulled gently, forcing those lovely lips back to his neck and feeling Potter's corresponding sigh of pleasure down deep in his groin.

Potter sucked for a moment longer before looking up and locking his eyes on Draco's, the green of his irises having taken on a deeper shade than he was used to seeing. It was like looking at lust barley bridled, straining for freedom. "I don't know, I think...there's something about you looking dirty when you're always so posh, it's intoxicating." He blushed then and pressed a hard kiss to Draco's lips to distract them both for a moment. When he pulled back he slid his fingers sideways to touch the goggles atop his head. "And I really like these. They makes your eyes insane."

"You're mad Harry Potter." Draco breathed softly, all the air caught in his chest as Potter examined his face and fondled his goggles. Yet Draco found he wasn't so bothered by that fact, instead it sent the fire inside him blazing. He had always known something was loose in Potter's head but this...this was brilliant. He could deal with a mad Potter, he could fit with a mad Potter.

"Probably. Don't get me wrong, you looked unbelievably hot at the Hollyhock the other night but...fuck I want you right now."

Well damn.

"And yet the rocking stopped." Draco pointed out, allowing a slow smile to spread across his lips at the flash of confusion to pass over Potter's face before it morphed into understanding with a delighted grin.

"Mhmm, is that your way of saying you want me too?" Potter had that smug look back - the lust in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks, and the red, puffiness of his lips only dampening the infuriating look a little.

Draco didn't like Potter looking smug, besides he had promised himself to personally make sure Potter's head didn't explode with self-importance. "I haven't decided yet."

"Really now?"

"Really."

"I suppose I should convince you then." Potter got a rather salacious look on his face, indecent to its very core. But Draco had only a second to ponder the wisdom of his decision before his lips were being attacked and there were hands on his hips as he was pushed inexplicably up the bed - Potter's mouth never leaving his even when he felt his head hit the headboard and he hissed into the kiss. It was all dissolving into a muddle of senses, of pulling and grabbing and jerking, bodies grinding hard into each other with muffled moans and stilted curses.

It was bliss, slowly plucking apart Draco's ability to think of anything beyond what his body was feeling and the blasted squeeze in his chest and the flutter in his stomach. He thought while he spun into a pool of liquid need that he had been a bloody idiot, not doing this sooner, not noticing all of Potter's little hints and gazes and touches - of course it would have helped if he had known for sure that Potter was actually gay. But there was something else, something nagging, something completely traitorous knocking at his subconscious, at his ears, and Draco growled at it - seeking the lips that were hovering a centimeter above his and grabbing Potter's firm arse.

Teasing. Caressing. Fucking knocking....

Oh.

"Wait!" Draco cried suddenly as Potter broke the kiss to yank the shirt from his body. "W-wait." He said again, with a little less volume and panic.

"What?" Potter's chest was heaving, his hair so disheveled Draco was sure it would take a week to even begin to tame it even a fraction. In essence he looked like battle, and Draco loved that look, in fact it was the star in most of his recent fantasies. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked with honest worry.

"No, it's just..." He paused and looked around them, at the four white walls and the white table, with a white clipboard and white paper and a phial of white liquid - fucking white. Not to mention the knocking, the rapping at the door that was glaringly obvious now that Draco wasn't drowning in Potter's addictive taste. "We're in the hospital." He said at last with remorse.

"Mr. Potter?" The high pitched voice of some nameless, faceless Healer that sounded like she had been breathing nothing but smoke for years came floating through the door at a pause between knocks.

"Yea." Potter said slowly, glancing briefly behind him. "I sealed the door." He nodded like that solved everything and then he was kissing Draco's neck and his hands were back on Draco's hip and thigh and everything was starting to getting fuzzy again - pushing away the vague curiosity of just when Potter had done that.

Except, damn it, they were in the bloody hospital!

Draco gathered his resolve, sucked in a breath, and tried to detach himself - but Merlin was Potter skillful with his tongue.

"Potter, stop." He pushed at his shoulder until the attack of lips and hands and hips slowed to a stop with a grunt. "You're in the hospital." He clarified, unfurling his hand that was still tangled in Potter's shirt away from the damp, wrinkled fabric. "I don't think - shouldn't you be resting?"

"Mr. Potter, please open the door." The tone was slightly less nice this time, the doorknob jiggling threateningly.

"No." Potter smiled and caught Draco's hand, pressing it into the bedding by his head, he leaned down and pressed a wet open mouthed kiss to the tender skin of the underside of his wrist. "I'm fine, just waiting for Robards to sign off on my release actually, although he's taking his sweet time with it. I think it might be his way of punishing me."

"You're fine?" Draco repeated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Er yeah?"

"Mr. Potter, I insist you open this door right now. It's time for your potions!" The Healer marooned on the other side had lost all sense of patience, the knock that resounded vibrating through the room.

Draco sighed and cocked an eyebrow.

Potter looked sheepish, biting his lip and plucking at the tangled sheet. "Alright so maybe not all better." He admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But I'm mostly fine and god you feel good and I just...I can take the potion and kick her back out?"

Draco continued to stare, watching as Potter deflated before him.

"...alright and after a test, a few tests." Potter grumbled. "So I'll take the potions, do the tests, and then I could...?"

"Well then." Draco said primly, his mind switching back and forth between answers so fast he couldn't settle on one. On the one hand Potter looked absolutely gorgeous and randy and damn it, he wanted Potter - but even more amazingly Potter wanted him. On the other hand Potter was in the hospital. And that was really what it came down to wasn't it? The argument was moot. "I suppose..." Potter grinned, moving forward with the obvious intention of picking back up where they left off - apparently already haven forgotten that there was a fuming Healer trying to break his door down.

But Draco couldn't ignore it like the super human Auror could. This was not the place to...do whatever they were about to do. Not with people trying to get in and not after either because as much as Potter said he was fine, Draco saw the little flinches and heard the little grunts of pain that Potter liked to sooth away with a rather spectacular movement of his pelvis. He scolded as he clutched Potter's shoulders, wishing very much that he didn't care so bloody much about the idiots wellbeing and could just get on with it, because Merlin was he hard.

Being in love made people soft apparently. Even emotionally detached Slytherin’s.

"Mr. Potter!" The Healer shouted.

"The door Potter." Draco wretched his mouth free with a supreme amount of determination that he was rather surprised he possessed. A determination that was quickly tested when Potter whined and tried to tackle him back down, all hands and lips and wild inky hair. "Merlin man, she's going to blast it in if you don't get up!"

Potter sighed dramatically, his head hanging for a moment before he flopped back on the bed. "I have the worst damn luck."

"I wouldn't say that." Draco smiled coyly, slipping from the bed and trying to steady his hands as he buttoned his shirt back up.

"And why's - YEAH JUST A SECOND! - why's that?" Potter screamed towards the door before turning back to Draco, in a rather amusing turn of events. Wasn't Potter supposed to be the king of politeness and gentleness and chivalry and all that rot?

"Because I'll see you." Draco replied, fixing the lines of his shirt and trousers as much as he could but knowing that it was a truly helpless endeavor, he was doomed to leave the room looking like he had just been fucked silly - which really did nothing to help flag his raging erection that was ridiculously painful now.

"So...you're going?" Potter rasped, sounding truly terrified of that possibility.

"Yes." Draco smoothed his hair and turned to stare down at Potter who was propped on his elbows and sprawled on the bed with his shirt ridding up his stomach and a wet spot standing stark and clear on his cotton pants - the sight making Draco momentarily reconsider his decision.

"Why?" Potter hopped up, grabbing his waist and pulling him into his broader body. "I thought...you want this?" He sounded small then, uncertain, despite the fact that there was no way he couldn't feel Draco's hard cock on his hip or not notice the emotions clouding his normally reserved gray eyes.

Draco knew he looked like a loony mess, a horny loony mess even, but still Potter stared at him - worrying his bottom lip as he waited for Draco to respond.

It was oddly enduring, hearing the strain in his voice and seeing the nervousness in his eyes.

"Oh I do, very, very much indeed." Draco kissed him, cupping the back of his head and bending him back and into Draco's frame. Potter moaned and grabbed his shoulders, reacting more spectacularly than Draco could have ever imaged. Sadly their embrace was cut short at yet another shout and bang bang from the door. He broke away and spoke into his ear, pressing their cheeks together and making sure Potter could feel every line of his body as he did so. "But you're in the hospital." He let his hand drift lower to grasp the injured man's hip between his fingers in a firm hold that had Potter stifling a whimper. "We'll...finish...when you have a clean bill of health."

Potter let out a long, shaky breath, his heart beating fast against his chest. "Merlin Draco, you're going to kill me."

"Giles' already tried that, you're resilient." He pulled away after one last quick kiss, walking somewhat stiffly towards the door. "Get better soon." He said, sending him a little smirk before pulling the door open and striding with as much dignity as he could past the angry Healer. He felt the smirk stretch his swollen lips at her glare and near sputter, the taste of Potter still on his tongue as he rounded the corner and walked straight past Weasley who was sitting slumped in a chair, fidgeting his thumbs and looking bored out of his skull.

Right, Weasley, he had forgotten about him.

"How did -" Weasley choked, his eyes going comically wide and his cheeks flaming.

"Great." Draco felt a giddy smile that he was sure had never graced his face before completely finish the picture of his debauchery. "Potter's...great."

Though maybe he should start calling him Harry...

A/N: only one more chapter to go!

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