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Ok so I'm stupid, I know but the plotbunny attacked me and would not let go!

Summary: Harry is in love with Dean and they have been happy together for six years but then along comes Draco and makes him feel a passion hotter then he ever felt before. In the end will he chose love or passion.

Pairings: DT/HP and DM/HP

Warnings: SLASH,

Not you're cup? Well bugger of then!


Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

End Disclaimer!


Please keep in mind that English is not my first language!


A Story of Passion and Love

Chapter 1


Harry kicked off his shoes in the hallway and hung up his old and worn jeans jacket on a peg on the wall. He then bent down to take a hold of the shopping bags and then grabbed a hold of the mail that he had left on a chair beside the door when he left that for work the same morning. Bills, bills and more bills, he really had to stop buying useless tings, even when they were pretty.

He placed the bills and what ever else may be in the pile of mail on the kitchen table before he made his way over to the fridge to place the groceries aside. When Harry opened the door he scrunched up his nose, something in there was definitely not edible any longer, by the smell of it he'd even say that if someone tried to eat it the person would without a doubt have a food poisoning very soon.

Sighing in annoyance he put down the shopping bags and started taking out the things that was already in the fridge until he found the source of the horrible smell, which proved to be leftovers of some sort that he was not able to identify. After putting them in the sink so he could deal with them later he started to put things back inside the fridge again.

Harry was in the middle of putting his boyfriend's precious sodas in the door beside the eggs when he heard the keys in the lock and the front door being opened. "Honey I'm home!" Resounded through the apartment and Harry couldn't help but smile at his boyfriends silliness.

"In here!" He called out from their small but cozy kitchen and continued to put the food away. He didn't have to wait long before he felt a pair of strong arms encircle him from behind. Harry smiled and leaned back as Dean kissed him on the cheek, still smiling he shut the refrigerator and turned around in the embrace. "So how was work?" He asked while putting his arms around Dean's neck.

"Same as always" Was the answer he got, which ironically enough was also the same as always, but Harry didn't complain since he didn't really want to hear about Dean filing papers and tending to post-owls. Dean worked at a post office and his job was to file documents and see to the owls' health, something that Dean enjoyed and was content with but Harry never really cared about.

"And your day, how was it?" Dean asked while fingering a lock of Harry's black unruly hair.

Harry smiled and untangled his hair from the other man's hold before answering. "Nothing special really, well there was this one guy that came in and asked for a book about muggles sexual habits." He chuckled and stepped back from Dean to start making dinner for them.

While he took out things from the cupboards he saw his boyfriend sit down by the kitchen table and start opening the mail, he sighed in relief that he didn't have to do it, all those bills made him depressed, and then he couldn't muster up the energy to actually pay them, which caused him to become even more depressed.

"Harry, did you buy a bed?" Dean asked in a confused tone, a tone that always made Harry blush and realize how stupid and unneeded the things he bought was.

"Um, would you believe me if I said no?" He asked while peeling some potatoes over the sink (and the old leftovers).

He knew Dean wouldn't be angry at him since he had the money but they where running out of space for all the things he bought. He never bought small stuff and disliked shopping for clothes so their little apartment was filled with furniture and things like lamps, TVs and other things that they didn't use. And even though Dean forced him to sell some things or give them away to organizations that sold them it was not often enough or Harry would absolutely refused to part with some of the (totally unnecessary) things he had bought (and never used).

"Harry, why on earth did you buy a dog bed? We don't have a dog you know." Harry heard Dean as he got up and then came up behind him to hold him in a loose embrace.

"I know but it was just so pretty and I thought that maybe we could buy a dog, it would probably keep me from shopping so much useless things and well I really want one." Harry turned around to be able to use his puppy eyes and a small pout that he had perfected through the six years they had been together

Dean looked down on him with a small smile. "Harry you bought a dog bed, and not any dog bed, it's for larger breeds are you sure we could take care of a dog?"

"Yes I think so and well later if we have a baby it wouldn't be as much of a shock." Harry knew Dean would agree when he said it like that, Dean wanted to have a child and Harry wanted that too just not yet, in a year or so but not yet.

Dean smiled brightly and hugged Harry tightly to his chest and kissed him. "You do realize we have to read up about dogs before we get one, we need to know what to expect and such things."

"I know, and I promise to do my homework and not rush of and just buy any dog just like that, we'll do this together." He nuzzled Dean's neck and inhaled his boyfriend's musky scent before returning to the makings of their dinner.


Harry stood in some store he didn't really know the name of and tried to decide between red drapes or purple drapes, they where both so beautiful but he didn't want to buy both. He stroked his hand down the water like texture of the red drapes and then over the purple ones.

Finally after many angst filled moments he decided on the red ones, he bent down to grab them and went t pay for them. Harry didn't get an opportunity to get his wallet out of his pocket, a pale hand reached over him from behind to give the woman behind the cash register the ninety galleons that the drapes cost.

Harry could only stare openmouthed at the hand holding the money; it was a man's hand, perfectly manicured and with what looked like a very expensive golden watch. The lady smiled and turned to put the drapes in a bag while Harry turned around to see who was paying for them.

To say that he was shocked to see Draco Malfoy standing before him with a smirk on his lips while putting his wallet back in his pocket would be an understatement. "Malfoy!" was all that Harry managed to splutter out in the shocked state that he was in.

Malfoy didn't even blink just stretched over him to retrieve the bag which Harry had forgotten the second his eyes met with the gorgeous man that was his former school rival.

"Hello Harry, I didn't expect to meet you here." The blonde said on the way out of the store he still held the drapes so Harry had no option but to follow him.

"Malfoy could I have my drapes back please?" He said with a slightly hostile tone of voice. He didn't like the situation one bit, he had not seen or heard about Malfoy in almost five years, since they left Hogwarts and that arrangement had worked out fine but now the blonde bastard was back and Harry desperately whished he could change that.

"It is not really your drapes anymore, now is it?" Malfoy looked at him in a way Harry could not describe. "But I'll give them to you, for a price of course." The smirk on the other hand he had no problem understanding.

"Or I could just go back and buy the purple ones instead." Harry said and turned around to go back into the store, he didn't get very far however before Malfoy gripped his wrist and spun him around.

Harry's heart seemed to speed up and stop at the same time when Draco's hot lips locked with his own, the kiss was as hot as fire and as cold as ice at the same time, it was passion, need and sex all pushed together in just that one kiss.

Their tongues battled and Harry almost yelped when Draco yanked his hair back. Harry bit Draco's bottom lip in revenge but it only seemed to make Draco kiss him even more intensively.

Harry was both horrified and excited to notice that the kiss turned him on, the hotness that started to pool in side him was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a passion he had never felt, not even during sex.

When they parted Harry was even more turned on by the sight of Draco; hair slightly unruly, blood smeared over his bottom lip and his normally bright eyes now a dark stormy shade of grey.

Suddenly the bag was in Harry's hands and when he looked down to ensure it was really the drapes and not something else, Draco stepped even closer and bent over to whisper in his ear.

"Call me if you want more." Harry felt him push something inside his back pocket before stepping away and disappear in the crowd.


TBC