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Groping	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I profiting nor am I affiliated with JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic or whoever else holds the rights.

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Thanks to my awesome beta, tari_sue, and especially thanks for correcting my Americanism in this. XD *hugs her silly*

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Harry yelped, jumping as he felt a firm pinch to his arse. Glancing around quickly, his startled green eyes ignored the curious looks the muggles were shooting him as he tried to figure out who the hell just groped him. When he couldn’t spot anyone in his immediate proximity, however, he frowned. A muscle spasm perhaps? Inwardly shrugging, Harry continued down the aisle, grabbing a few cans of corn that were on sale.

Currently, Harry was shopping at his favorite supermarket, which happened to be quite muggle. As it turned out, cooking spells were rubbish — meaning Harry couldn’t figure most of them out — and after all the meals he’d been forced to make during his childhood, spending hours cooking just wasn’t very appealing to him. For a while, he’d had Kreacher prepare his meals… until Hermione found out.

But that was exactly why he’d come to decide that the muggles were positively brilliant for their invention of instant meals. He lived off cans and frozen food, and whether or not it was the most flavorful taste in the world could be ignored by the fact that it was just so easy.

Once his basket was sufficiently full with enough to last him through a few weeks of meals, Harry made his way towards the checkout line, smiling as an elderly lady cut in before he could step up in time. While this would have probably annoyed any sane person, Harry didn’t mind. It was another reason he enjoyed shopping at this store — no body recognized him or cared who he was, unlike in the wizard communities. He was just a normal person here.

He thrummed his fingers against the side of the shopping basket hanging heavily from his right forearm; the metal handles digging slightly into his flesh. Listening to the beep beep beep of the scanner, he waited patiently until the black belt where the groceries were placed moved up enough for him to start putting down his own stuff. Harry reached for the plastic divider, but stopped short and yelped again as he felt, for the second time that day, a pinch on his arse.

Spinning around so quickly that the top box of his frozen dinners flew out and skidded across the floor, Harry was quite surprised to come face to face with an extremely familiar looking git.

Malfoy.

Grey eyes were turned away at first, shifting to him just a bit too obviously in mock surprise. Where the fuck had the blond come from anyway? Didn’t he know this place was muggle?

Malfoy’s lip turned upwards in a harsh sneer. “Catching flies there, Potter?”

Harry realized quite suddenly that he had been standing there like a fool with his mouth gapping open. He shut it with a clack, almost biting off his damn tongue in the process.

“Malfoy?” he said, the name coming out in almost a hiss. But seriously, the last place he ever expected to see Malfoy was in a muggle crowd. Had anyone even seen him since the Battle of Hogwarts? Harry sure hadn’t.

A sharp pain in his ankle drew his attention forward and he found himself at the other end of the old hag’s walking stick as she jabbed viciously at his leg.

“You better pick that up, young man,” she croaked, pointing a boney finger down where his frozen meal laid on the floor. “The staff don’t need some young wastrel like you causing trouble and making a mess.”

Harry could hear snickering behind him and had to suppress the desire to turn around and punch the bastard. She sneered at him, and Harry turned back to find Malfoy sneering at him as well. All these events were too much for his brain to process and he felt as if he was being dragged around in endless circles.

“Er… Harry mumbled lamely as he bent down to grab the box. “Sorry.”

His fingers had barely graced the frosty cardboard when something warm suddenly grazed his inner thigh, dragging gently up until it cupped his left buttock.

“Whoa-hey!” he shouted as he jerked up, causing three more boxes to spill out of his basket. He whipped around so fast that his neck twinged, but he was too busy glaring at Malfoy — or whomever this doppelganger in front of him was — to care. Embarrassment and anger coursed through his body in a hot fever as he glared.

“What the fuck?” he whispered harshly under his breath. Malfoy, the bastard, only responded by raising a sculpted eyebrow in what Harry was sure to be feigned innocence.

“Problem, Potter?”

Harry growled low in his throat like a threatened animal. What had he done to deserve being molested for whatever traumatizing reason by his school rival?

“Sir?”

Harry turned back to the cashier, a young woman looking a mixture between bored and irritated. “Are you going to pay for those?”

Nodding, Harry glanced over to see the old lady was now slapping the poor grocery bagger’s hands away as he tried to help her. This time he knelt down to pick up the dropped items. He could feel Malfoy’s eyes boring down at him, probably amused that Harry had resorted to practically sitting on the floor so that he wouldn’t be groped or whatever it was that Malfoy was doing.

His cheeks flamed as he haphazardly tossed his food onto the belt, ignoring when a heavy can of beans crushed down on his bag of bread in his hasty placing. Surely he was never going to be able to come back here now that everyone thought him completely barmy. He licked his lips nervously, barely hearing the cashier tell him his total as his hand slid to his back pocket in search of his wallet.

Nothing. A spike of panic jabbed his chest when he felt nothing there, quickly grabbing at the other pocket with the same result. No, this wasn’t happening. His hands shoved into his front pockets, fingers gracing over the Swiss army knife, mobile, and chapstick, but definitely nothing leather or square. Perfect, to top everything off he’d forgotten his wallet.

“Uh,” he said, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck nervously as his mind stumbled around for how to phrase this in the least embarrassing way.

“What’s the hold up?”

Harry shot Malfoy an icy glare. It figured he was going to make things worse.

“Sorry, I seem to have forgotten my wallet,” he mumbled, hopefully just loud enough for only her to hear. She looked at him blankly for a moment before turning back to her register and typing whatever it was they typed for ‘loser who couldn’t pay’.

“You have one hour to come back and pay for these before we restock them, Mr…”

“Oh — uh, Potter.” A mix of relief and humiliation settled over him. This meant he’d have to come back in line and pay for them later, which would be a little embarrassing, but at least Malfoy wouldn’t be there. “Thanks.”

Harry took half a step before he heard Malfoy proclaim very smugly, “I’ll pay for him.”

Whipping around with narrowed eyes Harry tried not to scoff. “That’s okay.”

Both people seemed completely oblivious, however, as Malfoy handed her a big wad of cash and she took it, counting it out carefully. Where had he even got so much muggle cash?

Before Malfoy could reach for the receipt, Harry snatched it, not caring if it was a little rude and nodded curtly, “Thanks, I’ll reimburse you later.”

He figured Malfoy probably had some trick up his sleeve, but didn’t want to wait and find out. Maybe the git wanted something from him, some kind of favor, using his fame no doubt. Either way, Harry wasn’t interested, it’s not like he owed the blond anything.

Trying not to look like a petulant child, Harry grabbed his three bags and walked — okay, stomped — out the door and to the small little alleyway he sometimes used for emergency apparation, not once looking back. Making sure the coast was clear as he pulled out his wand, he turned and apparated to his flat, threw down his bags onto the counter, and then it hit him. The groping wasn’t groping at all. Malfoy hadn’t been feeling him up; he’d been stealing his wallet.

Son of a bitch.

Harry turned right back around and apparated straight to the alleyway again, his fists clenched and his teeth grinding slightly.

Malfoy was there, of course, leaning against the brick wall with his arms crossed, looking like the poster child for arrogant smugness. In his hand he held a leather square, tapping it gently against his elbow.

“You stole my wallet?” Harry hissed, making a reach for it, but at the last second Malfoy swiftly sidestepped him and held it back. He smirked.

“Figured it out, did you?”

Harry glared, then, remembering he was a wizard, decided pointing his wand would be a good idea right about now and shoved it straight between Malfoy’s eyes. The blond held up his hands in defeat and tossed the wallet, which he caught with seeker-like reflexes.

“What do you want?” Harry frowned as he opened his wallet and realized a hefty sum of cash was missing. Malfoy had used his money to pay for the groceries, the bastard.

In one graceful movement Malfoy was ducking past Harry’s wand and positioning himself behind. Disoriented, Harry began to spin around but paused when a husky voice whispered hotly into his ear, “You have a nice arse, Potter. So firm.”

There was a hard caress to his arse; strong fingers squeezing quite confidently and his treacherous body felt a prickle of arousal. Harry growled, repeating his question in a hissing voice, “What do you want?”

A low chuckle, then something warm and wet swiped across his ear. Dear Merlin, why was this happening to him? He was being molested by someone he had hated in school, and his horribly confused cock was hardening despite the inappropriateness of it all.

“What I want, for now,” the voice was incredibly husky and deep, sinking into Harry’s core, “is to slide my cock across those firm cheeks of yours until I spill myself all over your back.”

Okay, this was definitely, uh… sexual harassment. Not to mention, he was probably under the Imperious curse because never in his right mind would he moan so throatily and thrust his arse back.

Malfoy laughed deeply again in that low voice of his, and Harry stood frozen in place as hands moved around to his front, and all he could do — it was the Imperious curse, dammit, it had to be — was watch as hands worked open the fastening of his trousers. Pale fingers reached in slowly, tracing the outline of his hardening member, and Harry was pretty sure he should be protesting right now, but couldn’t think of a good enough reason why. He shivered as little sparks of pleasure erupted from the places Malfoy touched his cock, hardening it until it strained against his boxers painfully.

He could feel something wet laving at his neck and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes blurring as he was slowly drifting off to the land of blissful pleasure while Malfoy started to suck a tender spot just below his ear. Something hard rubbed him from behind, and he pushed back, secretly enjoying the fact that Malfoy’s breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Suddenly he felt a wash of magic drift over him, leaving his skin feeling chilled as he realized there wasn’t a lick of cloth left on his body. It wasn’t actually very fair because he could still feel the drag of fabric behind his back, but a moment later he didn’t care anymore because there was a hand, cupping him firmly as fingers rubbed up and down his tightening balls.

In the blink of an eye, pale hands left his body and he groaned in protest, outraged that they would just leave when they had been doing such a good job of pleasing him. Oh, but never mind, it was okay because they were returning full force, one gripping his hip commandingly while the other wrapped around his straining cock and pumped it deliciously. There was something hard and hot rubbing against his arse and it was somehow so incredibly erotic he almost sobbed as arousal coiled tightly in his gut.

It was embarrassingly short for both of them, not long until he felt hot liquid squirting out against the small of his back and his body trembled. His orgasm was intense, shooting out in thick ropes, pouring over Malfoy’s pale hand and Harry felt a deep satisfaction on seeing himself dirty that perfect ivory skin.

Gasping for breath, Harry sank back, in turn causing Malfoy to fall against the brick wall with a humph. They sat there for a while, catching their breath and Harry tried not to think about the fact that he was being held from behind like a lover might. After he’s mind had drifted far enough down from the highs of ecstasy, Harry pulled away and turned around, subconsciously covering himself up with his hands. He Accio’d his wand wordlessly — which had somehow ended up halfway down the ally, followed by Accioing his shirt, which he used to cover his lower half.

Malfoy stood there, silver eyes dancing around his naked form, devouring him. He was the biggest mystery in the world to Harry right now.

“So…” Harry started, then cleared his throat uncomfortably. He didn’t have anything to say, didn’t know what he should say in this situation.

“You hungry?”

He blinked and turned his head towards the blond. “What?”

“Are you hungry? Come back to my place and I’ll cook us something good to eat.”

Harry just stared dumbly for a moment, trying to process what Malfoy had just said as if he’d spoken a foreign language. “What?”

“Then afterwards…” those gleaming silver eyes drifted up and down his body, “we’ll have dessert.”

“… What?”

Then husky laughing — it must have been a spell to make his cock twitch — and Malfoy was grabbing him by the wrist, pulling his unresisting body closer and apparating them as his clothes remained forgotten in the alley.

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