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That One Time	By : Arasagi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter used in this story nor the books and movie series of Harry Potter. They solely belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. I am only using them for entertainment purposes and make no profit from these works.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter used in this story nor the movie and book series of Harry Potter. They belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. I am only using them for entertainment purposes and make no profit from this story.

Author's Note: Yes! I'm back! I really want to finish this story and I know some of you have been asking me to return. I have no beta, but I wanted to give you all a juicy interlude before I come out with the next chapter so excuse the mistakes! If anyone wants to help me with a beta please write your email in the review and I'll get back to you! So without further ado...

Chapter 6-Reminiscence

Harry paused in front of the mirror fixing his hair a bit – even if it was a lost cause – and looked over at his attire. Tonight he was going to head down to the new wizarding club that had just opened up in downtown London. It would be his first night out since his separation from Ginny, four days prior.

They had had another row, worst than the last. Remorse ate at his heart from leaving his son James, but Harry was sick of always having to please Ginny and having to deal with her antics. Antics that lately have become less endearing and more annoying.

Harry shook his head, not wanting to think about the mess of his marriage tonight. He was going to enjoy himself and there was nothing that would get in his way. It was about time that he was able to have some free time to himself that didn’t involve worrying about the aftermath of the war… or his wife.

Harry rushed down the stairs of Grimmauld Place. He was extremely grateful that he had decided to not get rid of the Ancestral House of Black. Not only because it was the last bit of his godfather that was left to him but also for the very fact that he didn’t really have to move much of his belongings from home, having bits and pieces still roaming about in the empty house.

Running his hand through his hair, Harry made his way towards an alley where he apparated as close as he could to the club without being noticed. There was no need to put more of a strain on the fragile “relationship” Ginny and he had with a front page article in the Daily Prophet about him heading toward a gay wizarding club. If he had any desire to reconcile with her in the future then certain things were best kept to stay hidden. With a shake of his head to rearrange the hair covering his scar, Harry made his way to the front.

A tremendously long line was already forming in front of the entrance filled with scantily clad men, some who gave Harry furtive glances and winks full of promises of a good night. Harry grinned and ignored the looks. Tonight he just wanted to dance and let loose. He had no plans of chatting up anyone tonight and was planning on doing everything solo. The looks changed from admiration to annoyance in a few seconds flat when they saw that Harry was going straight to the front of line and the bouncers weren’t stopping him from going in. There were some things that Harry did like about being the Boy Who Lived and immediate entrance to clubs were one. Shouts and yells were beginning to form, but Harry heard none of it as all sound was drowned out by the thumping music of the club that began to reverberate off of his body.

Harry sighed in bliss. Oh yes. This is definitely what I needed.

After making his way towards the bar, Harry ordered a glass of Firewhiskey and began to down the drink in one go. The liquor burned down his throat but it was only temporary pain that preceded sweet bliss as the alcohol began to affect him. He downed three more glasses before the bartender addressed him.

“You might want to slow down there, sweetie, before you lose yourself.”

Harry sent a goofy smiled at the bartender. The man was not overly big but taller than Harry himself with short spiked brown hair and playful chestnut eyes that were eyeing Harry with a hint of lust. If Harry were in the mood, he would have definitely given the bartender a good time later in the evening, but as it was Harry just took another sip of the fourth glass recently handed to him and backed off of the counter.

“That’s the plan!”

Harry chuckled as he made his way towards the dance floor where many more men were swinging and humping their bodies on one another in the throes of passion and excitement. Above them all, in set locations around the club, were the go go dancers. In only their black Speedos, the men shook their bodies to the rhythm of the music, using the poles of the cages around them as imaginary partners. The neon lights that danced across the ceiling of the dark room highlighted aspects of everyone’s body for the briefest of moments before disappearing and reappearing on another.

Oh yes. He would enjoy himself quite a lot.

Harry began to move his body, slowly building up to the music and letting everything take over. The music; the alcohol; the sweat; all of it took over his body and mind.

A hand crept up along his back, then downwards, until it went forward and wrapped around his waist. A firm body press up behind him. Harry smiled. It seemed someone decided to join him. He did a mental shrug, he wanted to be alone, enthralled within his thoughts, but he wouldn’t object to having a companion --or two-- to join him on the dance floor. He pressed his own body back against the unknown taller man and soon their hips were synchronizing in unison.

The man’s breath played along his neck softly, sending chills along Harry’s body of pleasure. He closed his eyes and lifted his arms up to wrap around the neck of his partner behind him. Even though Harry couldn’t hear it, he felt the man give out a warm chuckle as it vibrated off his chest.

Harry turned his head towards the side and let out a shout. “What’s so funny?”

“The simple fact of the Golden Boy actually being able to dance. “

Harry twisted his body around quickly and blonde hair, pointy chin and silver gray eyes filled his vision.

“Malfoy?” Harry said incredulously.

“Hello, Potter.” Malfoy gave him the trademark smirk and Harry realized that Malfoy had not let loose of the hold on him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying myself along with every other pouf in here,” Malfoy tilted his head. “Including you, I presume?”

Harry stared at Malfoy. He stepped out of the hold on him and looked at his former rival. The man was wearing a pair of tight black leather trousers with a navy blue button down that had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows (the Death Eater’s mark was already fading into a faint scar) along with dragon-hide boots that were up to his calf. His hair was, for the first time, not slicked back in some form and was loosely falling into Malfoy’s gray eyes that continued to look at him with what seem like amusement but Harry wasn’t sure. He was never good at reading Malfoy. Probably never would be.

Harry felt unaccountably nervous for some reason and could slowly feel heat making its way up to his cheeks. “I suppose.”

They stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to say. The awkwardness was slowly building until it broke when someone jostled into Malfoy sending the man into Harry, who stood firm and caught the blonde. The music was still blaring around them and everyone continue to dance around, none taking notice of the two men who were now staring closely into each other’s eyes. Malfoy was slightly bent, as if his body was still in the motion of falling and Harry was gripping onto Malfoy’s biceps supporting both of their weight.

More heat was rushing into Harry’s cheeks now that Malfoy was so close. The man had become so very handsome in these past years and it was only now affecting Harry in possibly one his worst moments. The amount alcohol in his system was beginning to make him giddy and warning bells that would normally go off while a Malfoy was around, were forced to remain silent.

“Malfoy…Let’s have a drink?” Harry posed it as a question, not sure if Malfoy would accept his offer or not.

“It seems you had quite enough already without me, Potter.”

“Piss off, Malfoy.”

“Which one is it, Potter? Do you want me to piss off or have a drink with you? ”Malfoy smirked.

Harry hesitated for just a moment before repeating himself and deciding. “Have a drink with me.”

“Hm, I would if you would let me go.”

“Oh right.” Harry let go of Malfoy and watched as the aristocrat stood and fixed his outfit a bit. Malfoy then reached out and grabbed Harry’s wrist, pulling him through the throng of wizards. Harry followed obediently and couldn’t help but look down at Malfoy’s arse. It was adorable. So round and firm.

When they reached the bar, the bartender gave Harry a look as if to say, ‘Nice catch’. Harry gave him a sheepish smile in return and watched as Malfoy order them two pints of redcurrant rum. He passed one of the pints to Harry, who didn’t want his nerves to get the better of him, threw his head back and took two large swallows of the rum and then brought back down on the counter a bit hard.

“Nervous, Potter?”

“Just enjoying the night,” Harry let out a soft giggle and Malfoy shook his head before taking a small sip of his own drink with less enthusiasm than Harry did. Harry snorted.

“Calm on, Malfoy. We’re at fucking bar! Everyone’s too pissed to take notice if you have manners or not!” Oh yes. The rum had definitely taken away his nervousness. He was not going to let Malfoy ruin this night for him and if being drunk was the way to have fun with a Malfoy then so be it.

Malfoy raised his eyebrow and took another sip. Harry shook his head and took another large gulp before putting down the drink. He ordered for another, noticing Malfoy’s shake of his head Harry turned his body towards the man after taking his drink in hand again.

“What?”

“You, Potter, are completely arseholed.”

Harry snorted again and shrugged his broad shoulders. “’S doesn’t matter.”

“Hm, perhaps not.” Harry didn’t notice the small smile that Malfoy hid behind his pint.

Harry let out a loud sigh as he finished the rest of his pint. He could feel the alcohol starting to have a stronger affect on him. He gave Malfoy a giddy smile before grabbing the blonde’s wrist and pulling him towards the dance floor once again. Harry immediately wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s astonishing small waist and pulled their bodies together. Malfoy seemed a bit shocked at first but then placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and they both resumed their sinuous dance from before.

Harry looked at Malfoy’s face and noticed that beads of sweat were beginning to form on his brow and hairline. Some were beginning to trickle down the side of Malfoy’s face and towards the tip of his nose. Harry watched the droplet make its trek downwards and before either he or Malfoy knew it, Harry was leaning in and licking off the small droplet of sweat off of Malfoy’s nose.

It tastes salty, thought Harry. As if sweat could taste like anything else. The drunken man stared into Malfoy’s eyes once again and vice versa. There was just something there, Harry thought before leaning forward a bit to see more…

…and then they kissed.

Harry let out a choked sound that was drowned out by the music as he felt Malfoy’s soft lips against his own. He distinctly thought he could hear a whimper escape out of Malfoy’s throat and it made him hard. His erection was pressing into the seams of his trousers. It hurt and he knew in the back of his mind that this whole situation was probably only brought on because of the alcohol in both their system, but Harry didn’t want to stop kissing Malfoy, it was just too damn good!

Harry’s hands traveled downwards to Malfoy’s arse cheeks and began to take hold of them before squeezing tightly. Malfoy let out another whimper at that and arched into Harry’s body letting his own erection rub against Harry’s thigh. It was getting too much for Harry and he pulled back to take a deep breath before returning to Malfoy’s neck with fervor. Malfoy clenched his arms around Harry and let out another loud whimper.

“P-Potter. We should – oh! – we should do t-this privately – ah!—“ Malfoy gasped out.

Harry nodded and after one more lick to the blonde’s neck, grabbed Malfoy’s wrist and pulled him along to a set of stairs on the side of the club. Heading downwards, they could hear less of the music and more sounds of groans and moans coming from the many doors along the walls of the hallways. If there was one thing that made this club a hit was the fact that it had a set of private rooms for the few that didn’t quite want to head back to their own homes and would rather get it done quick.

Harry went into the first opened door on his right and pushed Malfoy through before shutting the door and hastily whispering a Locking spell. Malfoy had sat himself onto the bed –the only piece of furniture in the room. There was a glint in his eyes making them appeared to be silver instead of their normal gray. Harry wondered what it meant but didn’t dwell on it for too long as Malfoy began to unbutton his shirt and slowly revealed his chest.

Thin scarred lines ran across Malfoy’s chest between his pink nipples, marring the pale expanse of skin. The rest, however was unblemished by any marks. Malfoy’s body was slim and lithe like a swimmer’s that contrasted with Harry’s own broad shoulder and Auror-toned body. As the rest of the shirt fell off Malfoy’s shoulders, Harry proceeded to remove his own shirt and stalked towards the blonde. Leaning forwards and smashing their lips together in another passion-filled kiss while lifting his hands to run them through Malfoy’s loose hair. He pulled the blonde strands downwards to further thrust his tongue down Malfoy’s, emanating a whimper from the other man’s throat.

Harry felt Malfoy reach up and hook onto his shoulders, bringing them closer until Malfoy lay back on the bed with Harry semi-crouched on top. He roamed his hands down from Malfoy’s hair to his face, then all the way down to the barrier of Malfoy’s pants and then back up Malfoy’s sides. Malfoy squirmed under the ministrations and let out a deep moan when his lips were released from Harry’s.

“Merlin!”

Harry chuckled at the pronouncement and continued his task of sucking the raised collarbone protruding from Malfoy’s neck. A wet dark mark was left in its place as Harry went downwards towards one erect nipple, sucking it into his mouth. The tiny bud harden under his ministrations at the same time that Malfoy dug one of his hands into Harry’s hair. Softly pressing closer to Malfoy’s chest under the pressure of his hand, Harry opened his mouth wider to suck in more of the skin surrounding the nipple and flicked his tongue quickly over it prompting a loud moan from Malfoy’s lips.

Malfoy lifted his lower half in an attempt to further dispel the distance between their bodies. Harry remained crouched over the blonde, however, ignoring Malfoy’s need for that second while he switched to the nipple’s twin giving it the same attention its brother had. Harry raised one hand to tweak the abandoned nub and lower the other to run his fingers softly along Malfoy’s waist where it was still clothed with his trousers.

“Potter!”

Harry released Malfoy’s flesh with a loud ‘pop’! He looked up to see Malfoy’s flushed face and hooded eyes staring straight back at him. His lips were swollen and moist from their earlier kiss. Small impressions on his lower lip, revealed Malfoy’s acts of biting it under Harry’s manipulations. The blonde locks were falling into his face and many strands clung to his cheeks and forehead due to Malfoy’s perspiration. All in all, it was quite a provocative look that stirred more blood into Harry’s groin.

“Figures you would be a hot fuck, Malfoy.” Harry moved up and recaptured Malfoy’s lips with his own. Their tongues battled for dominance although they were both equal. Harry peeled off the hands still rooted in his hair and lifted them above Malfoy’s head. With one last nip to Malfoy’s swollen bottom lip, Harry let go of the kiss and preceded his previous path down Malfoy’s body.

Harry’s tongue licked every piece of flesh that was presented before it and when it reached Malfoy’s bellybutton, it dipped down and swirled along the edges. Another loud moan was pronounced above Harry and let go of one of Malfoy’s wrists to unbutton his trousers. Malfoy lifted his hips, as Harry pulled his trousers and pants down to mid-thigh, stopping to watch Malfoy’s red erection bounce off his belly. The head was a dark purple already glistening with pre-cum dripping from its slit, enticing Harry to lean forward and make a gentle swipe across the purple dome.

“Fuck….” Malfoy let out a deep moan. Harry chuckled again and wrapped his lips around the tip, suckling softly before sliding the rest of Malfoy’s cock into his mouth. Malfoy’s cock was by no means huge but it was bigger than average. Where Harry’s was thick, Malfoy was long. Harry couldn’t take it completely in his mouth, but that didn’t deter his enthusiasm.

The alcohol in their system didn’t allow either of them to enjoy the moment and it was all too soon that Malfoy let out a shout and burst into Harry’s mouth. With one more lick, Harry pulled off of Malfoy’s member and licked the few drops of cum that escaped his mouth from his lips. He was still achingly hard, without waiting for Malfoy to recover Harry pulled his wand and murmured a quick lubrication, stretch, and relaxing charm.

“Malfoy, move your legs,” Harry typically liked to take things a lot slower, but there seemed to be no time and he was grateful that Malfoy recovered enough to respond.

“Waste no time eh, Potter?”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” There was no venom to the threat and both of them smirked as Harry placed Malfoy’s legs above his shoulders. Harry looked to Malfoy and with the man’s nod of approval, Harry pushed forward.

Harry let out a groan of pleasure at the tight heat wrapping around his cock. Sliding in a bit more, he was finally seated into Malfoy’s body. He looked up to see Malfoy staring at him with eyes full of pleasure. It was at this moment that Harry realized that he really was about to have sex with Draco Malfoy. He let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think now is the time for laughter.”

Harry gave Malfoy a smile and pulled his hips back then slammed them forward. Malfoy let out another moan and the blonde’s cock slowly filled again. Harry began the motion of pulling back and pushing forward in a constant rhythm that had both men groaning in ecstasy. One of Malfoy’s leg slipped down from Harry’s shoulders and wrapped around the brunette’s waist, changing the angle which brought Harry’s cock into contact with Malfoy’s prostrate.

“Merlin!”

Harry reached to wrap his hand around Malfoy’s erection, feeling his own orgasm coming soon and wanting them to both reach their climaxes at the same time. In a matter of minutes, two shouts could be heard from the room, a signal of satisfaction.

Harry fell onto the body beneath him with a huff. He felt tired and he wasn’t sure whether it was the sex or alcohol that made him that way. Pale arms wrapped around him and caressed his back, not helping his situation.

“If you don’t stop that, I’ll fall asleep.”

Malfoy pushed Harry’s shoulder forcing the brunette to move off of the blonde. With a ‘pop’ Harry’s soften cock was let loose of its comfy prison and the two men arranged themselves to comfortably lay next to own another.

“Go ahead, Potter. I’m not going anywhere.”

With that, Harry closed his eyes.
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