D/C: I DO NOT own anything in the Harry Potter. All credit goes to the author.

A/N: My first ever one-shot.

Love Shot

~1 year after the war~

Harry sat at a small table outside a Diagon Alley shop with a muggle baseball cap on and sunglasses. It was one of those days where he just wanted to be outside and no one noticed he was there to fawn over him. So far his disguise had worked wonders and he was relieved. He was about to put another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth when…

"Potter?"

Harry prayed he had misheard the disbelief in his whispered name. He refused to acknowledge the presence and hoped it would go away. A chair being scrapped along the cobblestone road destroyed any hope he had for being left alone. He sighed and locked up at the person disturbing his peace. There sitting in front of him was Draco Malfoy in his nice robes but sporting what Harry was surprised to see were muggle clothes underneath. He hadn't seen Malfoy since the trials after the war. He looked different…more relaxed? His hair had grown and was tied at the side of his head.

"What do you want?"

"I don't really know. I was walking by and noticed you. I have to admit it made me look twice." Harry said nothing in reply to him. Draco's calm face dropped a little.

"I didn't mean to interrupt. You clearly look like you don't want to be bothered…or recognized."

"And yet you sat down."

"I…" Malfoy hesitated and then looked back up at Harry.

"I never got to say thank you and that I'm sorry. I know it's a year or years over due but everything was so hectic for me after the trials and there was no way of speaking to you in person. I tried to write but I felt that you deserved to hear it in person. When I saw you I couldn't give up the chance to tell you." Harry was surprised and thrown off. He was definitely not expecting this.

"Er…" Was all that came out.

"Eloquent as ever I see." Malfoy laughed, but not in a malicious way. It was a simple laugh, like he couldn't help it. Harry felt like he was seeing another unicorn. This whole situation was bizarre.

"I'm sorry. I am just a little thrown off. But I appreciate you coming up to me and saying this in person. It must be hard for you."

"Not as hard as I thought it would be. I mean it. I'm sorry for how I was in school. I was scared for my family and my life. Everything got out of control and I realized that the nonsense my father had been spouting about blood purity was all absurd. I know it's not an excuse but I hope you can understand." Harry was quiet for a while.

"I get it Malfoy and I forgive you." Malfoy looked relieve.

"Thank you…Harry." Harry was surprised to hear his given name coming from Malfoy. Malfoy stood up and looked like he was hesitating again. Harry turned his head to the side in response.

"Would you like to come over to relax? You won't have to wear a disguise and you'll probably be more comfortable." Harry wanted to pinch himself.

"Thanks but I don't think I could feel comfortable at your manor."

"Oh I don't live at the manor anymore. I moved out right after the trials and moved into a small flat in a muggle part of London. I couldn't stand to be in the manor after everything."

"Muggle London?!"

"I wanted to be left alone after the war. This is the first time I've been in the wizarding world since the trails. " Harry was floored. Who was this person and what did they do with Malfoy. Making a decision, he decided to find out more about this Malfoy and it would be away from anyone who would know him.

"Sure." He said simply and almost laughed at the surprised Malfoy made. Malfoy led him out of Diagon Alley and to an apparating point. Once inside Malfoy's flat, He shed his robe and offered Harry a seat on one of the couches. Harry made himself comfortable, well as comfortable as he could get in Malfoy's flat.

"What would you like to drink? Fire whiskey?"

"Fire whiskey is great. Thanks." Malfoy came over with two glasses with ice and a bottle of firewhiskey and set them on the table in the sitting room.

"I figured you'd be drinking something classier Malfoy." The blonde scoffed.

"I drink like any other bloke."

"I see. So Malfoy, what happened to you after the trials? I haven't anything about you since then." The blonde was silent for a bit.

"I wanted to be left alone. The world hated me and no one was really open to giving an ex-death eater a chance. I moved away from it all and started a potion making business called Constellation Brews."

"That's your company?! I've heard a lot of good things about it but that the owner was always anonymous."

"Indeed. I'd like to keep it that way."

"Why did you tell me then?"

"I don't think you'd tell anyone and of anyone in this world, funnily enough, I feel like can trust you enough to share some secrets."

"You're pretty confident in that."

"Should I not be? Has St. Potter changed?" Harry laughed.

"Not in that respect no. Your secrets safe with me." Harry admitted.

There was a comfortable silence then, "Shouldn't you be at the Weasley's house? You're with the female one aren't you? Why were you disguised in the middle of Diagon Alley?" The blonde asked bluntly. Harry brushed his hand through his hair in agitation.

"I broke up with her after the trials were over. I wasn't really interested in being together and I found out she wanted to be the bride of a famous, rich celebrity. That didn't stop her from sleeping with Dean Thomas whenever she thought no one would know, but I found out. She begged me to take her back but I told her I couldn't because I was into blokes." Harry was sure the alcohol was muddling his brain because he wasn't sure why he was telling this to Malfoy.

"Are you actually into blokes?" Harry turned to look at Malfoy in the eye and sighed.

"I haven't really told many people. I was raised with muggles so being homosexual is widely accepted by everyone."

"It's normal in the wizarding world though."

"Really?" Harry asked surprised. Malfoy nodded.

"Why didn't she go to the papers with that information though?" Harry smirked at that.

"Lets just say she knows better than to mess with Harry Potter." Malfoy looked impressed. The rest of the evening went pretty well. Harry was surprised by how well they both got along. It was amazing all that he learned about the real Mal-Draco. He couldn't keep calling him Malfoy after everything they'd shared with each other. They had also consumed quite a bit of firewhiskey. Hours later found them both on the same couch, very drunk.

"You know Harry. I have a seeecret to tell you." Harry hummed in response, not able to form a good response.

"I'm into blokes too."

"I thought you were going to marry some purebred witch soon."

"All rumors I assure you. There are many people who would do anything to inherit the Malfoy fortune."

"I see. So are you single as well?"

"That implies that you are not seeing anyone Harry."

"I'm not. Haven't really focused on dating. Just been getting my life together. 'Sides, everyone wants the Potter fortune too."

" Touché. But no I'm not seeing anyone either."

Harry wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew Draco and him were kissing. Those kisses were full of passion. He was not complaining though because Draco was a very talented kisser. He was so engrossed in the kissing he didn't notice that Draco had picked him up until he was being placed on a wonderfully comfortable bed. When Draco pulled back he heard himself whimper at the loss. Draco gave a gruff chuckle as he removed his jumper. He leaned back down and was back to kissing Harry. Harry reach out to feel Draco's abs and heard Draco suck in a breath as his fingers explored. Draco pulled back a bit to be face level with Harry.

"Are you okay with where this is going? Do you want to do this?" Harry was thrown off again. Through his horny, alcohol filled brain Harry knew his answer.

"Yes, now get back here and kiss me." Draco obliged. Once there were both naked, Draco rubbed his lower half against Harry's and he groaned loudly in pleasure. He was very sensitive to everything Draco was doing to him.

"Fuck Draco."

"You're in a hurry." Harry felt his face flush at the flirtatious comment. Draco paused.

"Harry this isn't your first time having sex is it?"

"No." He watched Draco nod and then freeze when he added. "But it is my first time having sex with a bloke."

He watched Draco's face go from shock to looking torn.

"Are you sure you want to do this then?"

"Yes." Draco still looked unsure so Harry reached up and pulled him into another kiss. Slowly Draco responded and then continued where they left off. He reached for his wand and whispered a spell. Then Harry felt a lubed finger prodding his entrance. He took a deep breath in as Draco's fingers prepared him. They felt amazing and he was looking forward to when Draco's member would be inside of him. Soon Draco was positioning himself at Harry's entrance. Harry took another deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt lips on his, probably to distract him from the penetration. Once Draco's was fully inside him, Draco pulled back from the kiss.

"You okay?" Harry laughed a little.

"I'm fine, just adjusting to your size." Harry answered blushing. Draco smirked at him playfully and then pulled back a moment later and thrust back in slowly. Harry hissed in pleasure and his hand had reached up to hold onto Draco's back automatically. Draco continued his slow rhythm until he felt Harry relax more. Harry was seeing stars and he knew he was moaning like no other. Draco would definitely have scratch marks on his back tomorrow. He felt Draco pull his legs up towards his head and when he thrust again Harry was filled with pleasure. He wasn't sure what to do with himself and the next thing he knew, he has latched onto Draco's collarbone area while moaning like crazy.

"Merlin Harry."

Harry's pleasure filled mind cleared a little after Draco had paused in his movements. It was then that he realized that he had just left a very visible love bite on Draco. He looked up to Draco's face and instead of the anger he thought he would see, he saw Draco's eyes were closed and he was biting his lip.

"Draco? Did I do something wrong?" Draco finally opened his eyes and those normally silver colored eyes were dark with lust.

"No, No. You're great. You just threw me when you bit me. That's actually a sensitive area for me and put together with your moans and how you were squeezing my dick, I felt like I was getting close. Just needed a moment to recover because I'm not done with you yet. So much for it being your first time, you little minx." Harry blushed a deep red. But that didn't last long as Draco was back to thrusting. Draco kept hitting that certain spot inside of him and Harry found himself being close. He reached down to touch his leaking cock but Draco grabbed both his hands and help them with one hand above his head.

"I'm not going to let you cum like that Harry." Draco purred his ear and Harry whined as he begged for release. He felt Draco pick up the pace and he placed feather kisses down his face to his neck. When Harry shivered after Draco kissed a certain place on his neck, Harry felt Draco suck and lick at that area and it drive him crazy. With his hands restrained, Draco hitting his spot continuously and biting his neck, Harry finally came with gusto. Draco came inside him several thrusts later. Draco pulled out slowly and lay next to Harry on the bed. Once Harry came down from his orgasm high, he started to feel insecure about whether he should stay or leave now. His decision was made when he felt Draco pull the blankets over them and then pull Harry against his chest. Too tired and drunk to think anymore Harry passed out.

The next morning Harry woke to Draco's warmth leaving his side. He frowned and slowly opened his eyes and groaned as the bright sun made his pupils adjust. He heard laughing and turned in the direction of the noise. Draco had pulled on a pair of pants and was walking out of the room. Harry was hit with the events of last night and wasn't sure how to feel. He'd have sex with Draco Malfoy, who wasn't kicking him out right away. That meant he didn't regret what happened right? Wait, did he himself regret it? He starred up at the ceiling trying to figure that out. Finally, he decided he didn't. The sex was amazing and Draco was too bad a person after all. Harry decided to get up with he heard the familiar sound of a teakettle whistling. He found his pants and slipped them off, wincing when he moved too quickly. Yep, he'd be sore for a while. He found the kitchen just as Draco had finished pouring what smelt like tea. He then poured something else into the cups.

"What's that?" He rasped out, being the first time he'd used it that morning. Draco placed the cup on the counter in front of him.

"Tea with honey mixed with a hangover potion." Harry smiled at him gratefully. It was after he'd downed half his tea when he glanced over at Draco and his eyes landed on the love bite from last night. Draco noticed where he was looking.

"Who knew Harry Potter was so kinky." Harry blinked and gave Draco an Owlish look.

"W-What?!" Draco stepped closer to Harry.

"Where should I start? The fact that you moaned louder when I had your hands held down or that you turned into a puddle after marking you or that you like to mark people as yours?" Harry's hand automatically found the place on his neck that he Draco had bitten last night and flushed. He had no idea what to say back. The feelings of pleasure he felt from all of that last night flashing through his mind. He felt a hand remove his own from his neck and a long finger trace the outline of the mark Harry was sure was there. He looked up at Draco, who was admiring the mark on his neck.

"You enjoyed it too…the mark."

"I'm not denying that. I'm also not denying I enjoyed leaving my mark on you."

Harry pulled away a little. He was feeling overwhelmed. He noticed Draco's face turn guarded and he stepped back a little. He went about the kitchen and opened a cabinet and started looking for something or other. Harry was glad for the distraction and space. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Finally Draco came back over with something in his hand. Harry was curious as to what it was. Draco's hand opened and two bottles were held there. He grabbed the small bottle with a green liquid in it.

"Here's a slave that will heal and cover up the mark. I don't think you want any proof of what happened last night. And this," Draco gave him a smaller bottle with a pale pink liquid inside. "You'll want to take right away as you know." Harry frowned both at Draco's new demeanor and about the pink bottle.

"What if I don't take it right away?" Draco frowned at him.

"I mean if you want possible proof of last night. But I doubt you want a lifetime reminder of a one-night stand you regret. If that happens, I'd like to know. Also, so I can keep the potion because it's the only one I have."

"Draco what are you talking about?" Draco starred at him.

"Harry you do know wizards can get pregnant right? That's like the morning after pill but in potion form. I only have the one because I made some for a client and had some left over." Harry went to sit at the bar stool that was near him, he felt faint. He looked down at the bottle held in his hands.

"I didn't know…" He whispered. Draco came up and stood right in front of Harry.

"Harry are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just processing. I can have kids?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and then he looked up at Draco, the whole conversation sinking in finally.

"What do you mean one-night stand I regret?"

"I only meant…You pulled away so I assumed you regretted what happened last night."

"I don't regret it. It was amazing."

"But…"

"I'm sorry Draco. There really is just a lot I'm processing right now. I didn't know a lot of things about the situation, about myself. I'm in shock and I'm socked you're okay with all of this. That we slept together, that I marked you and you enjoyed it, that you would've been okay if I had your child if I decided not to take the potion and ended up pregnant. That there's a potion in the first place because wizards can get pregnant!" Harry leant forward and rested his head against Draco's bare chest. Harry felt arms wrap around him.

"I'm sorry for assuming things. I just had such a wonderful time last night; I didn't want to be rejected by you again. I never expected us to have sex last night but you're an amazing person, so no I wouldn't mind if you fathered a child of mine. I don't want children right now because I don't feel ready, but they come when they come." Harry laughed.

"I don't want any kids right now either." With that Harry pulled back and downed the potion.

"So do I need to brew some more of that potion?" Harry laughed.

"Tons!" Harry said as he leaned up and kissed Draco. He was excited to see where this new relationship with Draco would lead.

A/N: Hope you like it. Please review. May do a sequel if there's enough demand.