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Queer as folk: Harry Potter style	By : BlackUnicorn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Queer as folk: Harry Potter style
- 1
OK THIS IS QAF EPISOIDES WItH HP CHARACTERS AND JUST A FEW LITTLE TWISTS

Harry-26
Draco-17
Colin-28
Fred-25
Ron-27
Molly-58
Hermione-24
Ginny-23

Ron and molly are the only ones related, and Harry and Ginny are not friends.

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The thing you need to know is; it's all about sex. it's true. in fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. of course that's straight men, gay men it's every nine. You can be in the supermarket or the Laundromat, buying a fabulous shirt when suddenly you find yourself checking out some hot guy. Hotter than the one you saw last night or went home with the night before, which that's why we're all at Babylon at one in the morning instead of at home in bed. but, who wants to be home in bed especially alone when you can be here knowing at any moment you might see him. the most beautiful man who ever lived. That is, until tomorrow night.

by the way, that's me. six-one, forty six inch chest, sixteen inch biceps, twenty-eight inch waist, a veritable god.. I wish..

ok, that's me. Ronald Weasley, liked to be called Ron, the semi-cute boy next door type. twenty-nine, five-ten, forty-nine and a half cut, alright so I exaggerate, but like who's told the truth since they invented cyber sex. We're in Babylon, a gay club in Pittsburgh, hot gay man dancing on stage grinding to the disco mix of "Can you Feel It?" originally by the Jackson Five.
I�m standing between two men. One tall dressed in dressed in a tight orange midriff-revealing shirt and what looks like magenta leather pants, that�s Fred. And the other a nebbish-looking guy in a polo and jeans. That would be Colin. As the music switches to a club mix of "Let's Hear it for the Boy, Fred asks the others,
�Since when did '70s night become '80s night?" Fred�s musings leads to group to an argument about disco music, which stops abruptly as a half baked men walks by.
"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" Fred sighs. "
Venice. At Sunset," Colin replies, not meaning it. "Well� Fred snaps, "you go down the Grand Canal. I'll go down on him." "Fred�s campy, but you have to admire him," Ron voice-overs. "These days, it's not easy being a Queen among commoners."

They are cut off again by a Hot Dancing Gay Boy as he�s passing by. Colin starts a conversation by a whine and complains about cheerleader who snubbed him and Fred cuts in saying "perfection's inability to recognize anything but itself." Ron voice-overs,
"Colin...has a really big heart. But nobody here is interested in that organ."

It's all about the sex, until you have sex, and then you worry about the sex you're having.
***
�So, Draco, are you really going tonight?� My best and only girl friend asked me for the umpteenth time.
He sighed and looked at her, �Yes, Pansy I�m going tonight.�

Pansy looked up from the magazine she was reading on the floor of Draco�s room. �What are you going to tell your parents?�
Draco, looking through his closet for something appropriate to wear, let his shoulders slump as he turned around; his hands pressed together like in a prayer. �That�s where I hope you come in.�

Pansy stared at him bewildered for a moment, before it suddenly dawned on her. She got up from the floor, her hands on her hips. �What!� Her voice turned whiny. �Dracooo, you know I don�t like lying.�
Draco dropped immediately on his knees in front of her and looked at her with puppy-dog blue eyes.
�Puh-lease Panz! I really need to get laid. Please, PLEASE, do this for me. I�m begging you.�

Pansy�s lips twitched as she smirked at him. �Not a chance, Draco. Go ask your beloved godfather to help you in this insane scheme, I�m sure Severus will be thrill-�
Draco cut her off with a swipe of his hand. �That�s bullshit, Panz, and you know it.�

�Please?�

�No!�

�Please?�

�No. Absolutely not.�

�Please, Pansy!�

A staring contest ensued, with Draco looking at her with his big baby blues. Pansy loved his eyes, but she could never resist that look. Especially when her best friend looked so pathetic. Pansy shook her head and relented. �Ok. I will help you, just this once, and you have to give me all the juicy details. Understood?�
Draco shot up from the floor and hugged her fiercely, kissing her cheeks. �Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!�
He turned back to his closet in a panic. �Oh my God. What should I wear?�
Pansy rolled her eyes and walked over to join him, perusing his closet. �How about some nice tight blue jeans, a white tank top, and this very thin flannel jacket?�
Draco picked them out and rushed to the bathroom that was connected to his room, anxious to try the outfit on. When he came out, Pansy clapped with enthusiasm. �God, Draco, why do have to be gay?
I�d screw you myself if you weren�t.�
Draco looked at her, stricken. �Ewww! Gross Panz, that�s repulsive.�
He walked into the bathroom; changed back into his other clothes, and put his outfit for the night in a duffle bag before turning to face Pansy. �Ready to go?�
Pansy looked him up and down and sighed, �Yes.�

They ran out the door while Draco shouted, �Mom, Dad, I�m spending the night at Pansy�s.�
Narcissa Malfoy called out to her son, �Alright, honey. Be careful and have fun.�
Upon reaching Pansy�s house, the two friendrrierried up to her room, where Draco changed immediately and they began the waiting game, talking about how much fun Draco was going to have. At nine, Draco left with a �Wish me luck, Panz!� as he started walking to Diagon Alley.
Draco slowly made his way down the streets of Diagon Alley, gaping at his surroundings. He had never seen anything like this. Spying a man dressed in a shiny black material leaning against a lamp post, Draco approached him, asking

�Excuse me, do you know any good clubs to go to around here?�
The man sneered down at Draco. Draco mentally smirked, as the man�s facial expression was pitifully inferior to the Malfoy sneer. As he listened to the man prattle on about the various club and different types of clientele, one thing caught his attention.
Quickly interrupting the man, Draco inquires �And what, exactly, is a Twink?�
Sighing, the man lit a cigarette as he replied, "Young. Cute. Boy."
Draco eyes the man doubtfully. "I thought those were called 'chickens�.�
The man takes another puff of his cigarette, puffing the smoke out into Draco�s face. "Look kid, anyone young is a chicken. Twinkies actually have to work at the 'cute' thing."
Draco dodges another cloud of smoke from the man. The man leers at Draco, �Why don�t you forget all these clubs and just come home with me.�
Draco forced himself to remain calm and not twist his face up in disgust as he stared the man down.
�Hell no! I have more taste than that. I�ll just find a club on my own.�

Draco turned his back on the guy, and as he passed The Meat Hook, he heard the skanky man mutter at him to go home to his mommy. Deciding that he�d rather have fun at a bar than get into a fight on the street, Draco studiously ignored the comment and continued his search.
***

Halfway down Diagon Alley, Colin, Fred, and Ron are waiting outside of Hogwarts, the club that replaced their beloved Babylon, while waiting for Harry. After ten minutes of waiting, and in Fred�s case, showing off his tightly clad ass, Harry showed up.
Leaning against Harry�s jeep, Colin and Fred begin to tease him about the twink Harry had gone to the back rooms with.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I got bored."
Colin and Fred share a glance and say together, �Sure, Harry.�
Ron frowned, adding, �He looked hot to me."
Harry shrugged as he opened the jeep�s door. "Ron, you haven�t had sex in so long, anyone would look hot to you."
Ron scowled at Fred and Colin�s muffled laughter, but wisely kept his mouth shut, since everyone knew
Harry was right.
Harry wasn�t paying attention. Something had definitely gotten his attention.
***

Draco was about to give up. He�d been walking down the streets looking for a club for hours, and still had no prospects. With a deep sigh, he shoved his hands into his pockets and swept briskly through a mass of steam pouring out of a manhole cover near the sidewalk. Lights from a club on his right made the steam look a brilliant shade of yellow, almost gold. Glimpsing a street lamp a few feet in front of him, Draco sauntered over to it, leaning against it and propping his left foot against the back. Raising his head, his heart stopped as vivid blue eyes met electric emerald green.
Harry held the driver�s side door of the jeep in a tight grip as he watched the blond vision in front of him

lean against a lamp post. As their eyes meet, Harry lets a slow, sensuous smile curve his lips.

Ron, watching anxiously from the other side of the Jeep, immediately senses trouble. Damn. Harry was obviously still in the mood. Of course, Harry was always up for sex, but Ron wasn�t going to think about that.
�Harry, no. Not this one. He looks all of nine years old!�

Ignoring his friend�s whining, Harry ran his tongue leisurely over his full bottom lip. Closing his door, he walks up to the kid, who looked gorgeous with his blond hair, grey eyes, and absolutely perfect features. He halted about two inches away from the young god and after a quick scan of the boy�s body asks, �Busy night?�
Draco can�t help but watch as the delicious man with midnight black hair advanced on him. He adopted the Malfoy look of indifference, chanting to himself to stay cool, just breathe. At the sound of the man�s deep, sexy voice, Draco quivers inside and replies and casually as possible, �I was just cruising the clubs, you know, Boy Toy, Meat Hook��
Harry eye the twink in front of him, amused. �Meat Hook. Wouldn�t have thought you were the type for leather.�
A surprised expression flitted across the blond�s face, but he cockily answered, �Well, I am.�
Harry nods his head in acceptance, and gave the boy a smoldering glance. �Where you headed, now?�
Draco smirks. �No place special.�
Harry holds out his hand. �I can change that.�
CHAPTER 4

Ron gaped at the back of Harry�s jeep, the tail lights fishing wildly as Harry sped around a corner.
�Fuck you, Harry,� he muttered as he turned to face Fred and Colin.
�Come on guys, I�ll drive you home�.
Ron scowled as he followed Colin to his car, silently cursing Harry and his bloody hormones. What was so special about that blond? So the twink was gorgeous, he was obviously too young for Harry.
�Cheer up, Ronniekins�, Fred cooed as he draped an arm over Ron shoulders. �Harry will be fine. More than fine, by the looks of that blond god he took home�.
Ron shuddered at the use of Fred nickname for him as they piled into Colin�s car. Lost in thought, he stared at the passing scenery, oblivious to Fred and Colin twittering gossip.

***
Harry pulled open the door to his luxuriously stylish penthouse loft, located in downtown London. Walking past the kitchen counter, he dropped his keys and headed for the fridge. Grabbing a bottle of water, he turned around to see his guest hovering by the door.
�You coming inside any time soon?�
Draco looked around the loft, noticing the more expensive pieces in the room. He smirked as he sauntered past the doorway, catching a glimpse of the bedroom. His stomach clenched in nervous anticipation.
�Close the door�.
Draco quickly pulled the door closed, taking a deep breath to fortify himself before turning around walking towards the brunette. His steps falter as he notices the other man was shirtless, tilting his head back to take a drink from his bottle of water. Fascinated, he watched intently as a bead of water trailed down a corded neck to trickle slowly across a perfect chest and rock-hard abs.
Harry grinned as he watched the boy ogle him. �I�m Harry Potter�.
Draco tore his gaze away from Harry�s body and locked eyes with him. Draco. �Nice place�.

He took a moment to look around the loft, taking in everything he�d missed from his first impression. Harry obviously had money. Then again, so did Draco. Facing Harry again, Draco felt his throat seize and his heartbeat triple at the sight of water cascading over Harry�s face, spilling down his body. He couldn�t wait to tell Pansy all that had happened so far, and the night had just begun! He watched the water soak into Harry�s jeans, licking his lips at the thought of touching all that beautiful golden skin.
Forcing himself to look away, only to regain his Malfoy composure, Draco casually remarks, �Great kitchen�.
He immediately winced at the inanity of his comment, but Harry only smiled at him.
�You like coke?�
Draco sneered, �It�s alright, but I prefer Pepsi�.
Harry gave him a strange look, and picked a packet up off the counter. �I meant cocaine. This is mixed exclusively for me by a friend�

Cursing himself for looking like an ignorant idiot, Draco shook his head. �I�m allergic to drugs. All drugs. Even Tylenol.�
Harry gaped at him. �are you shitting me? Tylenol what they give when you�re already allergic to everything else�
Draco shrugged. He didn�t particularly care. Especially since Harry was currently stripping off his jeans. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he rushed for something to say.
�apparently I�M just lucky that way. Codeine is the worst, though. It makes me very ill and is extremely unpleasant��.
Suddenly realizing what he said, Draco groaned. �and you really did not need to know that�
Harry smirked and pushed down his briefs, leaving himself bare to Draco�s eyes. �we�ll be sure to keep that one on the top shelf then�.
Harry was naked. Harry. Was. Naked. The mantra repeated itself in Draco�s head as he dropped his Malfoy composure and gawked at the first naked, and highly aroused, man he had ever seen. Aside from himself of course. He felt his mouth fall open, and decided he just didn�t care.
Harry looked on in amusement as Draco�s eyes roved over his body, finally coming to a halt at his erection. Those steely blue eyes widened, and Harry caught Draco�s slight hitch in breathing as the other boy stared at him. Harry waited patiently, allowing him to look his fill.
When Draco eventually raised his gaze to meet him, Harry drawled, �Like what you see?�

Draco smirked, his nerve coming back to him. �Hell yes�.
Draco continued to stare at Harry, mesmerized by the tantalizing view he made. His eyes continued traveling overry�rry�s nude form, making sure to immortalize every detail. Draco swallowed hard as he imagined what this man would be doing to him in a few minutes. He licked his lips expectantly.
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Harry asked, �So are you coming or going? Or coming, and then going? Or coming and staying?�
Draco met Harry�s eyes and snorted. �What do you think? I�m coming, of course. We�ll see about the staying or going�.

Harry�s lips curled into a feral grin and he crooked his finger towards Draco. He watched the blond hesitate for half a second before sensuously gliding towards him, hips swinging. Harry�s eyes showed their appreciation as Draco dropped his jacket in the middle of the floor, his shirt following joining it immediately. Reaching out, Harry grabbed Draco�s biceps and pulled him flush against his body, staring down into blue eyes.
Draco held back a gasp as his chest collided with Harry�s, sending bolts of fire arcing through his body. He felt his cock harden fully at the contact of skin on skin. He was in pure heaven. Staring into Harry�s deep emerald eyes, Draco slid his hands into Harry�s hair and tugged the brunette�s head down.

Harry let Draco take the lead as their lips met, and he nearly smiled at the awkwardness of the other boy�s lips. After a few minutes of innocent kissing, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and licked Draco�s bottom lip. When Draco let out a startled gasp, Harry eased his tongue into the blond�s mouth.

All nervousness flew out of Draco�s head as his tongue tangled with Harry�s. He moaned softly, pressing his body against Harry�s, needing something but not quite sure what exactly that was. Apparently Harry knew, as Draco�s moan quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure at the feel of Harry�s fingers trailing across his stomach. Draco�s muscles tightened as the hand traced its way downwards, stopping only to unbutton Draco�s pants. Draco was extly gly grateful for the arm around his waist as he felt Harry�s hand wrap around his arousal, stroking it firmly. As Harry�s thumb crested over the tip of his cock, Draco�s knees buckled and a strangled whimper escaped him. Hearing Harry�s deep chuckle, Draco growled and rocked his hips against Harry�s hand, demanding more of what Harry could give him.
***
Colin waved as he drove away from the apartment, Fred and Ron watched until his car turned at the crosswalk, then turned towards their building. Fred nudged Ron as they spotted an aqua convertible with its hood up.
Both eyed the man who got out of the car, and Fred elbowed Ron in the side, �Oh, look sweetie, it�s that cute little bubble butt that�s been cruising you all night.�
Ron frowned. �Great. Just what I need.�

Not wanting to deal with the man, Ron shouted, �Go find yourself someone else to stalk!�
The man ignored his words, and instead turned sideways to give Ron an excellent view of his butt.

Fred grabbed Ron�s chin and ordered, �Honey, he�s hot. Go ask him up to the apartment.�

�I can�t, Fred. I-�

Fred hugged Ron tightly. �Yes you can. Do it, and show a certain someone whose name starts with an

H that you can score a hot guy, too.�
Leaning back and looking Ron in the eye, Fred added, �Just wait a few minutes so I can put away my unmentionables that are drying in the bathroom.�
Ron waited until Fred had disappeared into their building before taking a deep breath and walking over to talk to the guy with the cute bubble butt.
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