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Seducing Draco Malfoy	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Seducing Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: ~2000

Genre: Humour

Status: Complete

Summary: The first time Harry Potter

appeared on his doorstep, Draco was only slightly miffed. The second

time Harry Potter appeared on his doorstep, Draco was quite miffed

and quite surprised. The third time Harry Potter appeared on his

doorstep, Draco was downright shocked.

Warnings: Smitten!Harry,

SmittenPainfullyOblivious!Draco, Harry-pursuing-Draco story,

Top!Harry
Seducing Draco

Malfoy

The first time Harry Potter appeared on his doorstep, Draco was only

slightly miffed. He had things to do; he had no time for Potter. Draco

had bought himself some ice cream and pulled down the blinds, lit the

fire in the fireplace, sat on his favourite sofa and bemoaned his

solitude and his pitiful existence. It had all been carefully planned.

Written down on his schedule and everything. Afterwards he meant to

wank. Possibly try out that new dildo he had acquired. Maybe. If he

felt like it.

But now, all of his plans were ruined because Harry Potter wanted to

discuss paperwork. Bloody wank-blocking wanker. Potter should have

at least brought some wine with him, and maybe some dinner. And

Draco had told Potter as much. Not that Draco wanted to hang out

with Potter. Please. But they were co-workers, fellow Aurors, and

Draco had learned to tolerate the man. Potter could have come here

and they could have tolerated each other the whole night. That

wouldn�t be a problem. But bringing work to his flat when Draco had

other things to do was just cruel.

Potter looked apologetic, but it didn't seem like he had any plans to

leave. So that was how they ended up on Draco's sofa, the one Draco

should have been wanking on, and stared at reports for which Potter

insisted Draco had to see. Or else.

Draco had looked and looked, and complained and whined, feeling

painfully claustrophobic because Potter kept giving him papers and

then leaned in to read them. As though the only way he could possibly

read something was if Draco held it for him. Strange, lazy git.

Potter's messy hair was constantly under Draco's nose, looking fuzzy and annoying. And just for the record, Draco had never

wanted to know that said hair smelled like pine trees. Or that it felt

like silk.

Not that Draco knew how Potter's hair felt like, but it looked silky.

Okay, so maybe Draco touched it once. Or twice. Accidentally. To

move Potter's head away, of course. Which negated the

it-was-accidental claim, obviously. But it wasn't like Draco had an

ulterior motive. He just had that one obvious motive.

"Um, yes?" Potter asked.

Draco quickly pulled his hand away; hand that was inexplicably buried

in the silky, pine tree-scented hair.

Draco cleared his throat. "There was a ... bug in your hair. Big one. I

killed it."

Potter looked at Draco's hand. "And then you ate it?"

Draco blinked. "No, I threw it away." He waved his hand vaguely

around. "Far away.'

Potter bit his lip and nodded. "Well, thank you. I guess I owe you

one." Potter's eyes twinkled.

He must have been drunk.

"You do," Draco agreed quickly, and then he grabbed the stack of

papers and shoved them into Potter's hands. "You can go and finish

this for me. Alone. Elsewhere."

Potter's face fell, but he nodded and soon enough, he had left, looking

very much like a kicked puppy.

But Draco hardly cared. He had never liked puppies. Kicking them was

in his job description as an ex-evildoer.

When he was left alone, Draco had his scheduled wank.

And he ate the ice cream.

And he used the dildo.

***

The second time Harry Potter appeared on his doorstep, Draco was

quite miffed and quite surprised. Potter had a bottle of wine in one

hand and a paper bag in the other. The paper bag smelled liked

dinner. Draco raised his eyebrows, more out of hunger produced by

the nice dinner-y smell than surprise, but Potter hurried to explain

himself.

"I thought you'd like us to ... er ... tolerate each other. I'm a very

good tolerator. And I'm eager to learn new ways of tolerating. If you

know any. So, um, want to tolerate me?"

Draco stared, perplexed. "What on earth are you on about, Potter?"

he snapped, grabbing the paper bag. Just in case Potter decided to

leave.

Potter looked confused and crestfallen, so Draco sighed and allowed

him to come inside. Babbling nonsense or not, the prat was in

possession of food and wine.

The food turned out to be ... satisfying. In an orgasmic sort of way.

Apparently Potter made the dinner himself. The wine wasn't half-bad

either.

"You have your uses," Draco admitted, as they were sitting by the

fireplace, drinking and staring at each other without talking. Which,

surprisingly, wasn't as awkward as it sounded.

"I have several uses," Potter said in an odd sort of voice. Sounded like

he had a cold or something.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. But tell me, what else can you do?"

Potter smiled widely � the conceited git. "All kinds of things. But I

would have to get to know you a little better before I could

demonstrate those."

"Oh come now. What is it? Can you fold your tongue? Tie a cherry

stem into a knot with it? Or maybe lick your nose?"

Potter cocked his head. "Why do you think my skills have anything to

do with my tongue?"

Draco stared, not knowing what to say for a long time. "The rest of

you seems useless," he concluded finally.

"But my tongue seems useful?"

"Er ... that's the part of you I can't see. So I can't know."

"I have other parts you can't see."

Draco clenched his teeth. "Well, I have no use of those skills,

do I?"

"But my ability to tie a cherry stem into a knot is useful to you?"

"I collect knotted stems."

"Draco ..."

"Malfoy," Draco corrected quickly. What was Potter playing at? They

weren't friends.

"Actually my name is Harry," Potter said cheekily.

"Actually your name is Potter. And also, it's time for you to leave."

Potter looked distressed. "But I thought we'd tolerate each other the

whole night."

"Odd as that may be, I have other things to do," Draco assured.

Potter pouted but stood up, looking sad and drunk. Also tall and

muscular, but that was beside the point.

Draco watched Potter leave, randomly assessing the tightness of

Potter's jeans (they were tight) and then he almost choked on his

wine when Potter turned around and said, "Just so you know � I

can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue." And then

he left.

Draco sank deeper into his sofa and felt a sudden craving for cherries.

And dildos.

***

The third time Harry Potter appeared on his doorstep, Draco was

downright shocked. He could not be faulted however, because Potter

was practically naked. Well, not naked but wet, his clothes clinging to

him like second skin, so Draco could imagine quite clearly how Potter

would have looked like if naked. Which he didn't imagine, but he could

have if he wanted to.

Potter had been running, apparently, from what Draco did not know

as Potter merely said running. And also, as per Potter's claims, Potter

had no water at home for some reason, and he really needed to be

somewhere right now, and he couldn't go like this, all sweaty and

smelly, so if Draco would be so kind, Potter would very much like to

use his shower.

Draco hadn't been really listening to Potter's explanation. He was busy

staring at drops of sweat sliding over Potter's biceps. Potter's arms

were bare and he was showing too much skin in general; he seemed

to have lost half of his clothes while running. Draco swallowed

convulsively several times, and Potter must have interpreted that as

nodding because he smiled and stepped inside, happily walking

towards Draco's bathroom.

Draco had remained stuck on the spot for a long time. In fact, he was

still there when Potter had reappeared, clad in nothing but a white

towel. A towel whose ends he had to hold together in one hand so it

wouldn't fall off.

"Could I borrow some of your clothes?" Potter asked, though it was

naught but noise to Draco's ears. There was a lot of noise in his ears,

and Draco thought he was feeling a bit dizzy. But how could he not,

when Potter was standing in the middle of Draco's living-room, drops

of water sprinkled all over his torso � a muscular, tanned torso � and

over his flat abdomen, and over the trail of dark hair disappearing

beneath the towel, and over strong, long legs, and the part of his left

thigh that wasn't covered with the towel. And why was the towel so

short anyway? Draco did not own such short towels.

Potter kept talking, but Draco had long since stopped listening.

Instead, he was admiring the silky feel of Potter's skin and the

wonderful salty taste of Potter's chest. Had he stopped and

considered, he would have asked himself how come he knew what

Potter felt and tasted like. But Draco hadn't considered anything

because he was much too busy feeling.

Draco's arms were wrapped around Potter's waist as he desperately

searched for more skin. Thankfully, there was plenty of it. He yanked

the towel away and grabbed the firm mounds of flesh the silly towel

had previously kept hidden. His tongue searched out and licked every

single drop of water that decorated Potter's body. It was Draco's

water anyway. Potter had merely borrowed it; now Draco was taking

it back. It wasn't his fault it was attached to Potter's nipples, and his

stomach, and his cock.

When Potter fell on his back and lay sprawled on Draco's carpet � he

fell, Draco hadn't pushed him � Draco had spelled his own clothes

away and Conjured some lube, carefully smearing it over Potter's

cock. The said cock was in the middle of Draco's flat and therefore his

property and Draco could use it in any way he wished. Finders

keepers and all that.

But Potter had not complained. In fact he had been very helpful. He

had sat up and pushed two fingers up Draco's arse, nibbling Draco's

neck and saying something silly like, "Took you long enough. I guess

third time's a charm."

Draco frowned and said, "Yes. Fine. We'll do it three times. Hurry up."

Potter laughed, sounding amused and bewildered, but he had obliged,

and soon Draco was pushing back and moaning, wondering why they

hadn't done this before.

Draco had stopped thinking as Potter grabbed his hips and pulled him

down, his body burning and struggling to accommodate the pleasantly

wide girth.

"Nnngrh!" Draco assessed, now fully impaled; Potter's prick feeling big

and hot, and right within him.

And then Potter kissed him, demonstrating that yes, that tongue

would certainly be able to tie stems into knots. Also, turn Draco's

insides into mush. And that was a skill indeed.

"I guess I'll get to demonstrate all of my hidden skills to you, after

all." Potter smiled, lying back down, his hands still gripping Draco's

hips as he thrust upwards so harshly Draco was forced to jump, his

arse slapping against Potter's thighs as he fell back down again.

Draco gasped, but pushed down with equal force, loving the way

Potter cried out and bared his neck when Draco clenched his inner

muscles as hard as he could. And Draco was very flexible. And strong.

As they formed a fast, hard rhythm, heavy breathing and wet

slapping sounds of their bodies filling the room, Draco caught the

intense green gaze staring up at him in awe. And seeing Potter like

that, completely mesmerized by the image of Draco riding him with

unbridled enthusiasm, Draco concluded that Potter had a bit of a

crush on him.

But that was okay, because Draco suspected he was crushing on

Potter.

The only problem was making Potter realize that this wasn't just

fucking, but also crushing and therefore an admirable cure for

solitude and an existential crisis. Potter was a bit dense and Draco

would have to struggle to make him see. Oh but, Draco thought as he

clenched around Potter's cock again and Potter cried out in

appreciation, coming deep inside Draco's arse, Draco had skills of his

own and a fair amount of determination. He would make Potter see.

This was worth the trouble.

Because Potter, Draco concluded as his orgasm rushed through him,

making the world a brighter, better place, Potter was so much better

than the dildo.

Fin
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