Title: Meetings: 1
Rating: M
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: possible Deathly Hallows spoilers. Pre-epilogue. Infidelity.
Summary: after the war Harry and Draco run into each other and end up releasing pent-up emotions
Notes: This was written for fun. I was having trouble finding Harry/Draco fic that (mostly) complied with the events of book seven and still contained what I love about the pairing. Eventually, I decided that if I was going to be picky I might as well try to write it myself. In no way am I intending to convince any non-belivers about the inevitability of this pairing. I do not own these characters… I do not own anything from the Harry Potter universe or franchise. I'm just playing.
"Potter," Malfoy growled.
"Please Malfoy. We are twenty-three years old. Don't you think we are bit beyond this stopping in the street and fighting bit?"
"What do you expect me to do Mr. High and Mighty hero? Just ignore you? Get over our difference and stop to chat about all our good schoolboy memories?"
Harry sighed. "That first option would have made my day a lot more pleasant..."
But Malfoy continued, "Oh here's a fond memory: remember that time you sent my father to jail, and oh yeah, I think there was something in there about you killing half my family, my godfather, and sending the rest off to join my father rotting in Azkaban? That was fun. Don't you think Potter?"
"Merlin Malfoy. If we are going to go there… I think you may be fuzzy on some of the details where you were evil and on the evil side. And honestly, if your lot wasn't so inbred it wouldn't have been so easy to kill so much family," Harry yelled and then sighed again. He hated how he sounded right now. It was like he was still sixteen… or twelve with a better vocabulary. He couldn't help it though. He looked up and met Malfoy's eyes.
Malfoy met his glare. His pointed jaw clenched. "If I'm not mistaken, Potter, my inbred mother is related to your dear dead inbred godfather, and she saved your sodding life."
"Just to save her own arse. You're both pathetic manipulative social climbers. And oh yeah, I saved your life," Harry yelled taking what he hoped was a threatening step closer to Malfoy. "Maybe I should've skipped that."
"You didn't have the balls hero-boy."
Harry scoffed. "Your gratitude astounds me."
"I don't owe you a thing Potter."
"Thank Merlin. I see enough of you by chance. I don't need you following me around trying to solve some debt."
"Oh please. Like that'd ever happen. Speaking of following you around… how is that blood traitor wife of yours working out for you?"
"Don't you fucking dare talk about my wife like that. And seriously? Do you actually still believe in that shit?" Harry felt himself growing tense with anger.
"I'm not about to drop my ideals, just because the rest of the world seems to have gone mad," Malfoy said rolling his eyes.
"Fuck. How the fuck can you be so.."
"Tsk, tsk Potter." Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "I believe I read something recently from our world's favorite hero. Weren't you just preaching about how hatred won't do us any good anymore? You conquered your anger, yes? This doesn't seem like the same level headed golden boy. Wouldn't your loving public be devastated to see you like this?" Malfoy took another step towards Harry. His voice was the cold amused hiss he had perfected through twenty-three years of living in a Slytherin family.
Harry glared and lifted his chin. Malfoy was right. He had taken a stand against the hatred and anger that had become part of the wizarding community after the war. For years he had been the peaceful diplomat. He didn't even curse at his toaster anymore, and he was sick of it. He hadn't noticed until Malfoy had sauntered over to him with that obnoxious smirk. Now, the growing anger in him felt good. He wanted to hit Malfoy. He knew he would like hitting Malfoy. The other boy was right, and that just made Harry more angry. "Been following my articles have you Malfoy?"
"You wish," Malfoy scoffed. Harry couldn't tell if the pink on his white cheeks was from a blush or just the heat of the ire.
Harry found himself locked into a bizarre glaring contest with the other boy. It felt oddly comfortable reverting to their immature feud, but its intensity combined with how good it felt made him uncomfortable. "Fuck off ferret boy."
Malfoy opened his mouth in a soft chuckle. "Real mature scar-head. Think you could still beat me in a fight without your mudblood friend and the dope around for protection?"
Harry lunged forward and it felt wonderful. He punched Malfoy in the stomach. They exchanged punches until both boys were panting and bleeding. Malfoy was strong than Harry was expecting and he had Harry's arms pinned to the alley wall and was smirking proudly. His lip was bleeding from where Harry's wedding ring had caught his lip.
"Don't touch me again, Potter," Malfoy snarled.
Harry let out a panting laugh. "You're the one all over me here, Malfoy."
"Fuck you." Malfoy let go of the other boy. Harry promptly slammed him into opposite wall, reversing their positions.
Harry stared at the boy he had pinned to the wall. He imagined trying to tell Ginny how he had met Malfoy and beat him up. She would laugh, but she'd be disappointed. He had worked so hard to overcome his anger. He loosened his grip. "Fuck you," he repeated then let him go. "You aren't worth it."
He started to walk away when Malfoy ran him into the wall. "Not worth it?" His arms pressed his into the bricks. His hands were on top of Harry's and his face was inches away. "I'm below our hero, eh? Not good enough for you? Don't even want to waste your spit. Fuck you, Potter. I am too good for you. I am richer, smarter, and a goddamn better flyer than you. You came in and ruined my fucking life and then I'm not even worth throwing a few punches at. I know the world sees you as their golden-boy, but I've seen darker sides of you. I know you can get your precious hero hands dirty. So, don't fucking tell me I'm not worth it," Malfoy finished with a yell. Harry could feel the other boy's breath with each syllable on his face. He wondered vaguely when Malfoy had started smoking.
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry hissed. Because he didn't really know what else to say. He was distracted by Malfoy's closeness. It scared him and excited him.
"You first," Malfoy growled before slamming his lips into Harry's. Harry let out a muffled yelp into the other boy's mouth, but he didn't resist. It was more like an extension of their fight than a proper kiss. Their teeth clinked together and they were biting eachother's lips. Malfoy's tongue entered his mouth with sharp urgency and Harry was pretty sure he would have bruises on his wrists from Malfoy's grip. Despite all of that, it felt good, better than Harry could admit. Harry liked it roughness of Malfoy's lips and his relentless grip. It was as if he had wanted this at school, but didn't know what it was.
Malfoy tore away to slam Harry harder into the wall. "How long have you wanted that, Potter?"
"So long," Harry answered before he could stop himself.
"I thought so, poof." Malfoy kissed Harry again, but Harry stopped embarrassed by how Malfoy had gained control of the situation.
"You were the one who kissed me," he growled and kicked Malfoy's shin. As the other boy coiled back in pain he pressed him into the other wall.
"I hate you," Malfoy whispered before Harry slammed their mouths together. Malfoy kissed him back while struggling to gain the upper hand again. As he pushed back against Harry their hips pressed together. Harry felt Malfoy's erection against his leg and pulled away.
"What the hell am I doing?"
"Well," Malfoy smirked, "It looks…" He cupped Harry's own obvious erection. "feels like you are enjoying yourself."
Harry's breath hitched and he moaned softly. "This is so fucking wrong." He closed his eyes and then turned away.
"Don't pretend otherwise, Potter. You're just as twisted as the rest of us," Malfoy called out.
Harry continued to walk away.
"Give my regards to your wife now."
"Fuck you," Harry called back over his shoulder.
Malfoy just smiled to himself. "See you soon Potter," he whispered.