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Happy Birthday To Draco	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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This is me just dicking around with one of my favorite ships. Hope everyone enjoys! DRARRY. I know, totally not a Dramione, like my usuals. You've been warned!
~A.
Title: Happy Birthday Draco
Summary: Draco is convinced his friend is bisexual -the only problem is, Harry doesn't know it yet. On Draco's birthday, he takes it upon himself, with a little help from a lust potion, to figure out the truth. Rated M for lemons to come, as well as, well, awesome smut. WIP. Drarry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I will not make a profit from this story.
Rated M for future smut.
"Happy birthday, Draco."
Draco Malfoy stared across the table at his counterpart. If anyone -anyone told him this time last year he would befriend Harry Potter enough to go out drinking with him for his birthday, he would have indignantly snorted before making some witty remark and going home to fantasize on the subject further with a good wank. As it were, Harry Potter was seated across from him in the dimly lit lounge pub, sipping idly on butterbeer and grinning like a Cheshire cat. It had been the simplest of things to bond them: Quidditch. A passion for the same team last year's season brought the two opposing forces over their supposed hatred for one another and formed an undeniable friendship in the process. Granger had accepted him into the fold well enough, but Weasley, still harboring the same deep rooted hatred for Draco that he held for the red headed dolt, gave him a shite time on most occasions.
Maybe it's why only Harry offered to take him out for drinks for his twenty-fifth birthday, claiming 'With half of your twenties out the window, you need to go out with a bang.'
Oh, and he planned to. Just not the way Harry planned it. Yes, Draco Malfoy did plan to bang -Harry, that was. He'd already slipped in the lust potion three shots back. All there was left to do was wait for the contents to metabolize into the wizard's system and take effect.
Was it wrong to con Harry this way? Eh, perhaps. But the sod obviously had bisexual tendencies -he just didn't know it yet. Draco recognized the signs; there were the out of the corner stares he would cast when they'd change after a game of quidditch with friends, and the small blushes when Draco would bite his lip or purposefully stare just a tad too long. And, lest he forget there was the one time, on New Year's Eve, when Draco became so sloshed he tumbled into Harry's lap. Sure, it seemed innocent, but the half-formed erection pressing into Draco's lower spine which gave him the confirmation -Potter had a thing for blokes as well as birds.
The lust potion so strategically placed in Harry's drink would only work on those he found attractive, so, if by night's end, Harry Potter found himself beneath Draco Malfoy, well… Draco would have all the answers he needed.
"You alright?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I am. I'm a Malfoy. We're always better than 'alright'."
"You look like you're ruminating."
"Maybe I am."
Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Feels a bit sparse, doesn't it? None of your friends could make it out tonight?"
"Didn't invite them," Draco admitted, smirking.
He watched his friend's eyebrows turn up in confusion as he opened his mouth to ask why, but then a small, brilliant patch of red crawled up his neck into his cheeks, and he snapped his mouth back shut. Harry sat his mug of butterbeer down on the table and cleared his throat. "It's… hot in here… isn't it?"
"Is it?" Draco shrugged. "Didn't notice."
The raven-haired wizard coughed a few more times, resting his elbow on the table before setting his jaw in his hand. His green eyes rested on the blond, and he gave a lopsided smile. "You have really stunning eyes, you know that?"
Draco's smirk widened. "So I've been told."
Harry's face scrunched up in confusion, and he straightened his back, surprised by his own forwardness. "I… I mean -you – I…" He closed his eyes and shook his head, attempting to alleviate the no doubt pulsing in his head. "Why are you smirking like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you've done something."
"Harry." Draco feigned a gasp of surprise. "Do you really think I'd go so far as to spike your drink with an advanced lust potion just to test a theory of your sexuality?" He bit on his lip to keep from laughing hysterically as Harry's eyes flew back open and sent metaphoric daggers in Draco's direction.
"You didn't." He stared down at the empty shot glasses around the table. "You did." Then he swallowed hard. "Dammit it, Draco! Seriously?"
Draco sniggered into his hand as his eyes danced with delight. "Tell me, Harry," he let the name drip off his tongue like venom, seeping into the crevasses of Harry's psyche, "How are you feeling right now?"
"Hot," Harry admitted, fidgeting with the salt shaker between them. He continued to glare. "Everything is scorching. My clothes. My stomach. My…" He shook his head and slammed his hand down on the table. "Merlin's beard, Draco! I treat you to a night out of drinking, and this is how you repay me?"
"A little bothered there, Potter?" Draco licked his lips, enjoying the spectacle that was an overly aroused Harry Potter trying to pretend he wasn't aroused in a pub. "You're giving me the best birthday present I could ever receive."
"Oh yeah?" Harry panted, rubbing his cheeks and stretching his neck to the side. Anything to alleviate some of the built-up lust glazing inside his bloodstream. "This is what I get for being friends with you. Make it stop." He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled at the roots. "I can't -fuck, I can't think straight. All I want to do is…" The green of his irises are barely visible against the thick circle of pupil in his eyes.
"Me?"
"I…" Harry's entire face turned red, and he undid the top button of his shirt. "I'm not… I don't like-"
"-Deny it all you want, but the potion only works if you're staring at someone you already find attractive. God knows I wouldn't force this on you. Just -a nudge in the right direction."
Through bated breaths, Harry sighed, "Why?"
"Because it's my birthday." Draco stood up from the table, tossed some galleons onto the top, and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. "Now, the way I see it, you have one of two options. You can sit there, pussyfoot around with your emotions and watch my fine ass leave without you. The potion will, eventually, wear off, and you can try to get back at me tomorrow." He purposefully stepped closer, right into Potter's personal space, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Or, you leave with me right now, let the potion work it's magic, and question all of your morals in the morning." Then he leaned up and shrugged his coat on. "But do be wise. I won't make the offer again."
With a graceful turn, he started towards the door, counting down the inevitable in his head.
Three. Two. One…
The sound of a chair scooting backwards echoes across the pub, and by the time Draco opened the door, Harry stood directly behind him, poised to follow.
"Smart choice. Happy birthday to me."
Totally open for suggestions as to how Harry should gift Draco on his birthday. ;D Will update soon!
~A.
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