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Waking Up With You	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Waking Up With You

Author: Abremaline

Rating: R � NC17

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling.

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2: All characters are aged over 18.

Summary: Over a span of time Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy wake up with each
other every time they get drunk.

Waking
Up With You

The first time Seamus saw Draco Malfoy and
Harry Potter leave his bar in London together, Seamus had almost choked. As far as he could tell, both
had been so drunk at the time that they had been unable to ascertain who
exactly the other was.

It had been a long time since Draco had
gotten that drunk � in fact he had never really gotten himself that drunk
before. With a war surrounding him his entire youth, and secrets that had needed
to be kept for the sake of lives, it had simply never been a pleasure open for
him to indulge in. With the war over though, now he could. He could finally get
drunk, and he intended to make up for all the times he hadn�t been able to do
so illicitly like all those he had grown up with had done.

How many he�d had he didn�t know, and he
honestly didn�t care, he no longer had to care. Draco grinned widely to
himself, exuberant in his freedom as he bounded towards the dance floor once
more.

He hadn�t gotten far when he saw the
tanned, muscled young man leaning against the wall - the only man in place that
wasn�t dancing. Draco couldn�t fathom why, this man would have been left out, he was�everything that was physical perfection.

Draco slid his way around the other man,
his mind a haze of taut muscles and tanned skin. At what point the other had
begun to respond so very enthusiastically Draco wasn�t sure, but he knew they
had to take their lust somewhere else. Soon.

Harry was still in shock for a long time
after Voldemort and his Death Eaters had finally succumbed to the ultimate
darkness of all. The first time he had ever entered a bar, Seamus� bar, (though
it was more of club really) Harry was still unsure as to what he was feeling.
On one side he was still grieving for all that had been lost, on the other he,
like many others, was feeling the joy of finally being free.

He had never had the freedom to entirely
let himself go, and he wasn�t entirely sure if he really knew how. Seamus
helped him try though, by mixing all his drinks doubly strong. He already was
much drunker than he normally would have dared when he found himself being
dragged to the dance floor.

Harry remembered nothing of that dance,
only the hands that heatedly moved over his body, the lithe form of another man
moving against him. He remembered the lips hungrily tasting his jaw and throat.

Harry didn�t remember much of that night,
but he remembered walking out of the bar with what had to be the most sensual
guy there. He remembered strong arms pushing him back against the closed door
of his flat, and the feeling of a mouth and tongue moving down his chest - the
teeth that grazed lightly over the bulge in his pants before they were removed.

Not long after the war ended, Harry Potter
truly let go for the first time in his life, and he never did remember much
from that night. But, he knew he would never forget the best sex of his life.

The first time Draco Malfoy woke up naked
beside Harry Potter, he didn�t know what to do, so he left while the other was
still sleeping. It would be weeks before he drank again.

* * * *

The second time that Seamus saw Draco
Malfoy and Harry Potter leave the bar with their hands all over each other he
was just as surprised as he had been the first time it had happened. The only
difference being that this time, he managed not to choke so obviously.

Draco had not intended to get drunk that
night, not at all, he had simply gone out because he was getting frustrated
sitting around the house with only his mother�s head in the fireplace for
company. One drink had become two, and well�before he knew it he was conjuring
a glittery shower over the dance floor. His last experience entirely forgotten
as rubbed against one person after another.

None that he had danced with had done all
that much for him until he heard a deep earthy voice ask him nervously �Would
you dance with me?�

Harry had been going back to Seamus� bar
almost every night hoping to catch sight a man he couldn�t remember. It had
been weeks now and he had finally accepted that even if the man was here, he�d
never remember him to recognise him anyway. This particular night Seamus seemed
to have made it his mission to get Harry drunk, and had therefore been plying
him with free drinks all night.

A shower of glitter drew his attention to
the dance floor. Harry was never much of dancer, but the luminescent skin and
lithe form of the conjurer made him want to try. The man had a
vibrancy about him that Harry wanted to be a part of. Normally, he would
have continued to stand back, but alcohol is an amazing confidence booster.

�Would you dance with me?�

Every inch of Draco�s
body felt alive as he knelt facing his bed head.
He gripped the top bar, and groaned loudly as he felt the roughened hands slide
around to hold him and a slicked cock moving in to stretch him just nicely.

A sweaty head resting
momentarily on his shoulder, before its owner collapsed in exhaustion.

The first time Harry Potter realised he had
slept with Draco Malfoy, he sat and waited for the other to wake. He sat in
shock when Draco Malfoy opened one eye, looked at him and simply said, �Not
again?�

* * * *

Two years after the war Seamus stood behind
the bar of his club laughing quietly to himself as yet again, Draco Malfoy and
Harry Potter left the bar together. He wondered if they knew who it was they
were going home with yet. He imagined so, since neither had ever gone home with
anyone else as far he knew.

Draco entered the bar, this time with a
purpose. Every time he had gotten drunk he had woken up with Harry Potter,
Draco knew when to simply give in and toe the line. This was starting to get a
bit silly as far as he could see, and he knew he would only wind up with Potter
anyway, so why bother getting drunk when he no longer really wanted to?

Sober sex with a drunken Harry Potter was
entirely different to when they were both drunk. It had not seemed nearly as
good to be the only sober one. So, Draco started drinking again.

Harry had thought of talking to Draco about
the possibility of just not doing the drinking part of their evening. For some
reason though, he simply found it impossible to broach the subject on those
mornings they woke up together.

Instead Harry would eat and Draco would
read his paper in silence, until one of them felt awake enough to make the trek
back to their own house. After two years it had become a ritual. The only words
ever spoken on these mornings were from Draco when he first opened his eyes and
checked the body to the left of him.

�One day I will get drunk and wake up with
someone else.�

Harry would laugh and reply, �The betting
odds are against it Malfoy.�

* * * *

Draco didn�t know that it rained on the day
of his mother�s funeral, the fact simply never registered with him. She was the
last family he had, without her, he was alone in the
world.

A small part of him felt guilty for
mourning his own loneliness, rather than the death of his mother that day. He
was the only person standing there as his mother�s coffin was lowered into the
ground and all he could think of was that he was alone now. It was just him now, the closest person to him was Harry Potter.

As he threw a handful of dirt onto the
coffin of his last remaining family, Draco Malfoy found himself truly craving
Harry Potter, more than he ever had when sober. He didn�t notice the rain that
had soaked him as he stood outside Harry Potter�s door that day. He only
noticed Harry Potter.

�I need you to make love to me. And then I
want to cuddle in front of the fire.�

Harry wasn�t surprised to see Draco that
day. He had heard about Narcissa, and few knew better than him, what it was to
feel alone in the world. He had taken the day off work to wait for Draco that
day.

Harry laid the blonde carefully across his
bed. He kissed every part him, slowly pouring a love he didn�t know he had into
every kiss and every caress. Everything they had shared momentarily binding
them together - from the childhood rivalry, to the reluctant camaraderie of war
time, the drunken nights of lust. It all fused together as Harry gave Draco the
love needed that day.

The silver packet of the condom slipped to
the floor when hazed silver eyes looked up and him, �Potter. Neither of us has
slept with anyone else in over two years. I think we�re safe.�

Harry�s heart thrummed at the emotion and
the tone of the words that followed. �I
need to feel you Harry. Really feel you.�

* * * *

No one really noticed the day that Harry
Potter and Draco Malfoy entered the bar together, hands resting on each other�s
backs. Seamus noticed though. For three years the two had always left together,
that was nothing strange - this was the first time they had ever entered the
bar together though. He couldn�t have been happier for them and gave them free
drinks that night.

~The End~
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