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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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Harry yawned as he opened his eyes. His flat was filled with the delicious smell of Draco’s stew. He saw that Draco was in the kitchen, stirring the large pot. And there was another scent in the air.

“Did you make dumplings?” Harry asked as he sat up, sniffing the air.

“Well, I have heard the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Draco laughed.

“Aunt Petunia used to say that.” Harry snickered. “By the look of Uncle Vernon, he must have loved her very much.”

“The stew should be ready soon,” Draco told him, silently cursing himself for his original comment. What was he doing, talking that way already?

“Do I have time to run out for beer to have with supper?” Harry asked.

Draco smirked. “Only if you apparate and don’t go the muggle way.”

Harry quickly got dressed and disapparated away, leaving Draco alone in his flat.

Taking the opportunity, Draco muttered a few Orchideous spells and placed flowers throughout the flat. He transfigured the bed coverings into something more worthy of a Malfoy--black satin sheets with a tan raw silk bedspread. Moving to the furniture, he gave the love seat a bit of extra cushioning and covered it in the same raw silk material. Satisfied, he conjured a cream colored table cloth for the kitchen table and placed one more vase of flowers on it.

Looking through the cabinets, Draco found two matching bowls, and two spoons as well. Matching dinnerware was not high on Harry’s list of priorities, clearly. He found two glass mugs--not matching, but beggars weren’t choosers. Draco placed it all neatly on the table and waited for Harry to return.

When Harry finally apparated, beer in one hand, wine in the other, he cursed.

“Oh shit! Where am I?” He was about to disapparate away when he caught sight of Malfoy. “What the bloody hell did you do?”

Draco stood, mouth agape, sincerely astonished that Harry seemed upset.

“I . . . perked up the place a bit,” he said in an unsure voice.

“Perked up? It’s completely different,” Harry complained. “What was wrong with what I had? Not good enough for you?”

Harry’s mouth drew into a tight line.

“I didn’t think you’d mind. I wanted to make it more comfortable. Not that it wasn’t before . . . I just . . .” Draco lowered his head. “I’ll change it back.”

He lifted his wand, but Harry put down his purchases and stopped him.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it. But I bought that stuff on my own, with my own money--what little I had left. It was the first time I’d ever done that. Maybe it wasn’t decor to be proud of but it was mine. I was living out of hotel rooms before that.”

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean anything by it. I wanted to do something for you. That’s all.” Draco raised his wand again.

Harry eyed up Draco’s handiwork. “You do have good taste. It would be a shame to get rid of it. But you don’t have to do things for me. It’s enough that you made me dinner. I haven’t had a real home cooked meal in forever.”

Draco laughed. “Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t tasted it.”

While Draco dished out the stew, Harry poured wine. They decided wine with dinner, beer after.

“This is wonderful. And you used no magic?” Harry asked.

“No. Dobby used it most of the time, but not in this. I’m not sure why. But I’m fairly certain he only made it for me, not my parents.”

A pensive look crossed Harry’s face again.

“I’ve got to stop mentioning him. I’m so sorry,” Draco apologized. “At least Bellatrix eventually got what she deserved.”

Harry shook his head. “No, don’t stop mentioning him. It does make me a bit sad because I miss him. But I don’t want to forget him. I never realized that he meant anything to you. Now that I know, it’s a comfort. It’s something we share.”

Smiling, Draco said, “I bet there are loads of things we never knew about each other that we have in common.”

“We wasted a lot of time hating each other. We could have been enjoying meals and . . . other things,” Harry grinned.

Draco thought for a moment before responding. “You know, I think this was the way it was meant to be. We needed to grow up first. They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe passion is passion, no matter what form it takes. Although, I have to say, as much fun as hexing you was, this is more fun.”

“Maybe we got the fighting out of the way,” Harry joked.

“Not a chance, Potter. We’re too much alike.”

They finished up their meal and the bottle of wine. Harry did the dishes since Draco did most of the cooking.

Draco took the last of his wine to the love seat and turned on the telly. He clicked the buttons on the remote over and over again quickly.

“Is this rubbish really what muggles enjoy?”

Harry laughed. “Some of it’s not that bad. I don’t watch a lot myself. It’s mainly for appearances sake. Not that I’ve ever had anyone else come up here.”

Taking the remote out of Draco’s hand, Harry flipped off the set and settled down on to Draco’s lap. He leaned in and kissed him.

“Thank you for dinner.”

“My pleasure.”

“What should we do now?” Harry asked.

“It’s too late to go anywhere, yet too early to call it a night,” Draco pointed out.

“How about a walk? I can show you the little park nearby. And we can walk off some of those dumplings. I ate far too many, they were so delicious.”

The night weather wasn’t perfect, but neither Harry nor Draco seemed to mind. They walked along pathways, talking and laughing occasionally. Harry would try to say funny things just to hear Draco laugh.

There a few other people in the park, but not many. Not that they would have noticed an angry mob, for being too engrossed in each other as they were. Harry nodded to a park bench and they sat.

“Ron and Hermione want to meet you,” Harry blurted out.

“They already know me. Gods, Harry, you didn’t tell them about us, did you?”

“Not you, so much as someone. Hermione badgered me until I finally confessed I was seeing someone. She was so happy for me. They made me agree to bring you to their wedding. Oh, did I tell you they’re getting married?”

“I’m not surprised,” Draco said. “Even those of us that despised them could see they had the hots for each other.”

Harry snickered. “Yeah, it did take them a while. Anyway, they want to come and see my flat and to meet my new young man, as Hermione called you.”

“Are you ready for that?” Draco asked. “I mean, do you want to see where this goes first? They are not going to be pleased. What if you lose them over me, then figure out that you don’t really want to be with me.”

“Neither of those things will happen,” Harry assured him. “I don’t know where this--- you and me--- will lead. But I’m not ashamed of it.”

Draco beamed at Harry’s words. He clasped their hands together. “Okay. I’m with you.”

They arrived back at the flat, skipping the beer when Draco yawned and announced that the wine had made him sleepy.

Looking at the clock, Harry observed that it was nearing his bedtime as well. He ducked into the bath, leaving Draco standing awkwardly in the middle of the flat.

As he came out, Harry tossed Draco a pair of pajama bottoms.

“What’s this?” Draco asked as he caught them.

“Would you rather sleep in your clothes?”

Draco immediately removed his shoes, shirt and trousers and put on the pajamas---as if Harry would change his mind if he didn’t dress quickly enough.

“I found an extra toothbrush. It’s on the sink. And there’s a blue towel on the shelf if you want to wash up. Do you need anything else?”

Draco stayed in place for a moment. “You don’t think we’re moving too fast, do you?”

Harry blinked. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No, I want to stay.”

“Good,” Harry said. “Then get ready for bed. It’s been a busy day,” he smiled. “Besides, I thought we had already established that we’ve been dancing around this for years. If anything, it’s moved at a painfully slow pace.”

Harry climbed into his newly re-dressed bed and waited for Draco to finish readying himself. He had to admit, the new sheets were luxurious against his skin. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Harry relived the events of the day. A day that started technically around dawn and didn’t stop. He had never spent the whole day with another man, talking, laughing and doing mundane things such as cooking. He hadn’t been very interested in pursuing relationships. Sure, occasionally he would see someone a second or third time, but they were more like dates--- a couple of hours, a good shag and a wave goodbye. He had never considered staying overnight with any of them.

Yet, there Harry was, waiting for Draco to come into his bed to spend the night with him. And it was Harry who initiated it. He couldn’t help smiling as he thought about their amazing shag session. Harry would never have thought, of all the people in the world, Draco Malfoy could turn out to be the love of his life.

Harry’s eyes popped open just as Draco was tentatively settling down on the bed.

“What?” Draco asked, his posture stiffening.

“What?” Harry repeated. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“You had a look,” Draco said. “Did you change your mind?”

“No.”

“I understand if you did.” Draco still hadn’t settled in.

“I didn’t change my mind,” Harry insisted.

“Then what was that look for?”

“What look?”

“Panic,” Draco stated. “You opened your eyes and looked . . . panicked is the best word for it. Or maybe terrified.”

Harry was doing a lousy job of convincing Draco that everything was fine. Draco stood next to the bed.

“It is too soon. Remove the charms and I’ll go home. We can see each other tomorrow.

“Draco, sit down.”

“Only if you tell me what’s wrong.”

Harry sat up and leaned back against the pillows. “I might get the same look from you if I tell you,” he laughed nervously, which actually did get Harry the look he predicted.

Slowly, Draco sat down next to Harry

“Turn out the light first,” Harry suggested.

Draco did.

“Scoot over.”

Draco did.

Harry turned on his side and pulled Draco into him, spooning. Draco waited patiently for that other shoe to drop.

Pulling Draco even closer, Harry brushed the hair away from Draco’s ear. He thought it better to whisper.

“I think . . . “

Draco subconsciously held his breath.

Harry kissed the back of Draco’s neck.

“I . . . I think I . . . love you.”

Harry’s turn to hold his breath.

For a long time, Draco didn’t answer, or move, or even make a sound. Harry didn’t dare say another word until he got some sort of response. He wasn’t sure if that response would be a kiss, a laugh, or a running away screaming Draco. But he still waited anxiously for it.

He finally got it when he heard a small sniff.

Was Draco . . . crying?

Harry wasn’t really sure how to react. It was the last thing he expected Draco to do. Draco Malfoy didn’t cry. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Harry had seen him cry, but it was rare.

Finally, Draco turned around to face Harry. It was dark, but there was enough moonlight to barely make out each other’s features.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It was the last thing I expected to hear,” Draco explained. “I’m such a ponce,” he criticized.

“There are worse things you could have done. I was seriously afraid you might punch me. Or try to leave.”

“Do you really? How could you? I’m, I’m such a---”

“Prat? Git? Tosser?” Harry poked fun.

“Hey,” Draco protested. “I was going to say complicated person.”

“That you are. You are those things I said, sometimes. Then again, so am I. But you’re also an intelligent and talented wizard. You have a soft side you keep hidden. You’ve battled the good and evil inside yourself, and made the right choices in the end. I think I always knew you had it in you. Otherwise I’d never have developed feelings for you even before the big battle.”

Harry’s mouth found Draco’s in the dark, and they kissed tenderly, almost chastely. When they broke apart, Draco realized he’d never said anything back. He knew he was in love with Harry. He’d been in love with him since sixth year at Hogwarts. His feelings for Harry had been the source of so much angst. At the time, he’d cursed Harry for putting doubts in his head about the Death Eaters. But it was what saved Draco in the end.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“You already know I’m in love with you, right?”

Harry smiled. “I suspected maybe you were falling for me. But it’s nice to hear, isn’t it?”

Draco sighed. “You have no idea. It was better than I expected.”

Harry chuckled. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the first time you hear that. I mean, my mum said it once in a while. But she always said it in the third person. You know mummy loves you, little dragon.” Draco imitated his mother the best he could, then laughed.

Tears suddenly sprang to Harry’s eyes as he realized that no one had ever really told Draco they loved him. No wonder he cried. As rough as Harry’s childhood had been---he knew the Dursleys didn’t love him, or even like him---Hermione reminded him regularly that she loved her best friend. Even Ron had told him, although he had been drinking a bit on those occasions. Harry knew deep down Ron meant it. Molly Weasley, then next best thing to a mother, always said goodbye with a ‘love you, dear’. She had one for everyone, but Harry still felt special for it.

“I’m sorry, Draco.” Harry squeezed him tightly. “I never realized how lonely things had been for you.” He felt guilty for the comments he made about Draco earlier. Harry was merely trying to lighten the mood, but now he worried that he hurt Draco’s feelings. “I was only kidding about you being a prat and all, before.”

Draco pulled away. “You were being honest. I am a prat, a git and a tosser---most of the time. If you told me I was perfect, I wouldn’t believe you. If you can lo--love me . . . in spite of all that, then . . . I guess it’s true.” Draco tripped over his words, still not sure if he deserved Harry.

“It’s true. I am in love with you, Draco.” Harry was finally able to tell him face to face, now that he knew Draco wouldn’t run, or hit him.

Draco closed his eyes and breathed heavily in through his nose, then out through his mouth. The corner of his mouth lifted to form his familiar lopsided grin. The one he had only for Harry.

He opened his eyes again. “I love you, Harry,” he whispered.

Harry kissed Draco’s forehead, and the two settled in for the night. The first night of what Harry hoped would be a long string of nights.

The last night of denial.
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