Dirty Games by HPFangirl71
They came together here once a week, neither really acknowledging it but both grateful for the release. It was a place to come for some quick and dirty fucking… nothing more, nothing less. Their passion for each other built around years of hostility. There was no love between the two yet they continued to come here night after night, to this secluded muggle bar where they could have their secret unions.
Draco Malfoy loved the way Harry would grab his hair as his own fingernails drew blood across the Chosen One's back. It made him feel powerful to have this dark haired beauty of a man come undone at his command.
Harry likewise thrilled at their voyeuristic adventures. The strangers that gawked at their escapades in the dark and dingy hallway were an added turn on to the sexy blonde man who surrendered to his very will.
This was a dirty game they played, each taking what they needed from the other underneath the deceptive guise of propriety they showed to the rest of the wizarding world. Their heterosexual marriages were a sham, while what they really needed and desired was what they got from within each other's arms. They couldn't put a voice to the passion they felt but when they growled one another's names in a moment of heated pleasure, it was quite apparent.
The heat rose around them time and time again, as they would grind their bodies against one another, each fighting to top this time. As bodies collided, lips would linger roughly; hands would purposefully bruise as they marked their territory. Glamour magic would later hide the indiscretions. Each tumble together made for further guilt and more anger, which were only fuel for the next encounter. It was a never-ending cycle that neither wished to stop.
How this dirty game had started neither quite remembered but the games had turned into a full-scale war that neither would truly ever win…