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A/N:Hope you like this new Drarry. I will be finishing my other two fics soon, only about a chapter or so left on each.
Since When?
Harry was lounging on the huge corner sofa that Draco insisted they got for the house. He was watching Playing it Straight. An American reality show in which one woman spent time on a ranch with a group of men in an attempt to discern which of them were gay and which of them were straight. All of the men pretended to be heterosexual.
Draco was in the kitchen fetching snacks, he came out levitating way too much food and placed it on the table. He joined Harry on the sofa, at the other end.
"Did I miss anything?" He asked.
Harry knew this was one of Draco's favourite shows, it was one of his too. They normally managed to pick out the gay ones, but occasionally they would be wrong.
"Not much. Rachel has chosen Jason for her next date." Harry informed Draco.
Draco winced, "Oh poor Rachel, he's gay. Most definitely gay." He declared as he grabbed some popcorn.
Harry laughed, "You were wrong last series. You said Michael was gay, and he wasn't." Harry teased.
Draco sent Harry a smirk, "Well I was right."
Harry frowned, "No he was straight. I remember watching it." Harry argued.
Draco sent Harry a devilish grin, "He said he was straight, the poor guy was confused. Obviously in denial. That was until I fucked his brains out on a business trip to America."
Harry stared gobsmacked, "What?"
Draco laughed, "I fucked..."
"I heard that bit Draco. Blimey you're such a slut" Harry playfully said.
Draco shrugged, "Yep. No one has satisfied me, I have to keep on going until someone meets my standards." He joked.
Harry reflected on his situation, Draco Malfoy was now one of his best friends and a fellow housemate. Harry had confessed he was gay to his friends and Ginny. His friends were okay, Ginny wasn't. She chucked him out of their house and he kipped on Ron and Hermione's sofa for a bit.
Then one day whilst working with Malfoy, things changed. They both worked for the Ministry. Harry as an Auror and Draco works for Magical Law Enforcement, as a prosecutor. Harry had to work with him numerous times and they soon became work friends.
They were polite, talked and often ate lunch together. Well about a year ago he was tired and fell asleep during one of Draco's long speeches. Draco threw a tantrum and Harry explained it was because Ginny threw him out and he hadn't found anywhere to live yet.
Draco was taken aback by Harry's statement. Harry remembered that day:
"Well, why don't you kiss and make up. Then you can get some sleep and do your job" he drawled.
Harry shook his head, "No can do. I think she will hex my bits off when I see her next."
Draco frowned slightly, "Why? What did you do Potter?"
Harry sighed, "I didn't do anything. Well I guess I did, but it can't be helped. She is a tad bit cross that it turns out I'm gay and well she didn't take it too well."
Harry remembered that Draco was speechless and Harry was just about to start throwing small pieces of parchment in his open mouth. But Draco recovered himself and said he lived in a house share, and there were a few rooms available.
So Harry had moved in and had been Draco's housemate a whole year now. They soon discovered they got on very well, now they had their sexuality in common. Draco and Harry would bitch about boyfriends, bad sex, even boast about good sex and offer tips. They became great friends and even sat and watched ridiculous TV programmes together.
The other housemates were Blaise, but he was often away travelling all the time, Neville who only stayed at the house during school holidays and a random person, that had moved in from answering an ad in the paper. Draco and Harry got on with them all, but they were usually out. Leaving Draco and Harry the place to themselves.
Harry shook off his trip down memory lane and rolled his eyes at Draco. He was a bit of a man slut, but Harry couldn't really go on at him, he was the same really. Maybe more discreet than Draco and maybe not as bad as Draco. But he had his fair share of conquests. He had good intentions, but most would shag him and then go all stalker, fan crazy on him.
"I bet that Mitch is gay too. He looks like he likes to be spanked." Draco casually said.
Harry shook his head at him and grabbed the popcorn bowl out of his hands.
"Mitch is straight. You can see he's practically coming in his pants at the sight of Rachel's breast." Harry retorted.
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust, most likely at the word breasts. Draco was very much gay, not even bi.
"Draco you are entertaining" Harry laughed.
Draco put his feet up on the sofa and 'accidently' kicked Harry, knocking the bowl out of his hands and sending popcorn everywhere.
"Ops! Sorry Scarhead. Be a good golden boy and make some more" he said all too innocently.
Harry grabbed Draco's foot and tickled it. He tried to wrench it free.
"Oi get off, you know my feet are extra sensitive. Get off Potter."
Draco and Harry used each other's first names, but they also reverted back to 'Potter' and 'Malfoy' but it wasn't ever said in malice.
Harry chuckled and released his foot, "I will go get some more popcorn, but not because you asked. Because I want some. Clear that up you git." Harry said pointing to the spilled popcorn.
Draco flicked his wand and it disappeared. When Harry returned Draco had stretched out on the sofa, his legs and feet taking the space where Harry usually sat.
Harry glared it him, "I'd move if I were you. Unless you want me to tickle them again?" he said serious.
Draco arched in eyebrow, "You wouldn't dare. Because you know I will get you back somehow."
Harry sighed, just about to argue when the fireplace roared to life. Draco's boyfriend Trenton's face appeared. Draco flung his legs off the sofa and moved so he was out of sight from Trenton.
He mouthed to Harry, "I'm not in".
Harry wondered if they had an argument.
"Ah Harry. Is Draco home?" Trenton asked in his posh superior voice.
"Um no. He is um, he is…" Harry glanced over at Draco and he was mouthing.
"At mothers"
"He is at his mum's house" Harry tried to sound apologetic.
"Oh right. Well I will not fire call there. Draco's mother frightens me half to death. If you see Draco can you tell him I called and that I want to talk?"
Harry agreed and Trenton disappeared. Draco used his wand to close the floo from any further calls. He returned to the sofa, but left space for Harry to sit.
"Thanks Harry. You helped me out, cheers mate" Harry sarcastically said.
Draco smirked at Harry's imitation of his voice, "Thanks" he eventually said.
"That's better. Why are you avoiding your boyfriend?" Harry queried.
Draco huffed, "He's no longer my boyfriend" Draco answered.
Harry frowned, then jokingly said, "Too posh for you. Didn't like it when he said, 'One is going to come now' posh git".
Harry watched as the corners of Draco's mouth hitched up into a smile.
"Prat" he replied.
Harry had teased Draco endlessly about Trenton. What kind of name is that, a posh rich boys name that is. Some toff, with money handed to him, not earned and too conceited to see outside his gold tinted bubble. Harry had no idea what Draco saw in him. Yes Draco was also rich, arrogant and posh, but he was human and swore, worked and well was brilliant.
Harry continued, "I wonder, what do you call out when you're having passionate sex. Oh Trenton – sounds stupid"
Draco laughed, "Well Trenton wasn't one to get carried away. And I well, I just didn't call his name out."
Harry ignored the slight feeling of arousal at the thought of Draco slinging his head back and screaming 'Harry'.
Harry hoped he wasn't blushing. "Oh. So why did you break up?" Harry asked.
He felt very happy all of a sudden, it was only recently he started to feel pangs of jealousy when Draco had a bloke home, whether a one night stand or a boyfriend. He would blush at simple things, before if he bumped into Draco in the hall, in just a towel he would apologise and continue on his way. Now, he would spend all day thinking of his chest, his abs, damn even his belly button. He didn't know when it happened but suddenly he was in the situation, where he was crushing on his friend. Not just any friend – bloody unattainable Mr Perfect Draco Malfoy.
Draco looked at Harry, considering whether he should tell him. They usually spoke about everything, neither shying away from details. They were best friends and often analysed their last conquests.
"He has a weird fetish. He asked me to oblige him, and I was disgusted and told him to fuck off" Draco answered after some time.
Harry frowned, and looked at Draco, trying to see if he was having him on. No, he looked as serious as ever.
"What fetish? You're a kinky fucker Draco, it must be bad for you to dump him"
Harry liked that Draco was adventurous, like him really. This only increased his desire for him, because he knew if they ever slept together they would be great together.
Draco sighed, "He wanted to urinate on me! Can you imagine, piss in my hair – I don't think so."
Harry burst out laughing, Draco was very touchy about his hair.
"Sod off Potter. Would you let someone piss on you? Or do you prefer to piss on them?" He countered.
Harry screwed his face up in disgust, "Yuck no. That's gross, you have to draw the line somewhere. I guess it must be a big thing, if it has a huge following in the gay community."
Draco nodded, "Yeah Trenton tried to explain that is was normal and lots of people liked it. I told him if he pissed on me, I would cast a hex that would tie his dick in a knot and stop him peeing ever again"
Harry was laughing again, "Sorry. It's just…your funny."
Draco was smiling at him, "Thanks"
Then he added, "That's not the worst of it. He then asked if maybe I'd try another fantasy of his. He wanted … Merlin I cannot believe I am even repeating this. He wanted me to crouch on a glass table, do a number two, as he led under the table and watched. Disgusting bastard."
Harry stared in shock, feeling a bit sick, "That's a thing? And you could have said take a shit and not number two, you're not a girl."
Draco glared at him, "I'm not being a girl. I was being polite Potter. I was raised properly, not dragged up like you." He snapped.
Harry knew Draco could say some cutting things, but he usually ignored them now. Having lived with him and knowing him so well, it didn't get to him as much as it did at school.
"And yes apparently it's a thing. I looked online, on your laptop. Huge online porn about pissing and shiting on your partner. Too much for my tastes." He finished.
Harry agreed. "So not going to get back with him?" he tried to sound normal and not hopeful.
"No are you mad. Risk being defecated on, I don't think so." He said in a superior tone.
Harry was glad that Trenton was given the boot. He was a right tosser. Parading Draco around like he was an expensive new toy. It also made him a tiny bit jealous seeing him talk with Draco about things Harry had no clue about. Trenton was a wealthy pureblood and Harry swore he would strike up a conversation over dinner, which he knew Harry wouldn't be able to contribute to.
Draco shifted and got a bit more comfortable. "Let me stretch me legs out Potter?" He whined.
Harry was just about to say he had the other side of the corner sofa to stretch across, but stopped himself. He liked the idea of Draco being comfortable enough to rest his feet in his lap.
"Fine, but they better be clean" he tried to sound put out.
"Of course they are clean. I have a pedicure regularly, I shower every day and I naturally smell good. All of me." He arrogantly informed Harry.
Harry smiled, but didn't question him. In fact he liked it when Draco acted all snobbish, it was sexy.
Draco rested his feet in Harry's lap and turned his attention to the TV show. Rachel was on her date with Jason.
"Jason is gay for sure. He's more interested in the waiter than her." Draco declared.
"I should know, I watch criminals all the time. I can read body language really well."
Harry wondered and hoped that Draco couldn't read him so well, otherwise he would know that he was starting to fancy him. About fifteen minutes later Harry asked Draco if he wanted a foot massage.
"I thought they were smelly, why would you want to touch my smelly feet?" he asked.
Harry shrugged, "You had a long week at work. Stood on your feet for most of it, I thought I'd be nice, but never mind" Harry casually said.
"I didn't say no Potter. Now rub my feet." He commanded, as he waved his hand at him.
Harry smiled and took hold of Draco's left foot. He was gentle, didn't tickle him and started with slow rubs.
"Hmm I need oil" Harry muttered and summoned some.
Draco arched an eyebrow at him, but didn't comment instead he rested his head on the arm rest.
Harry warmed the oil spreading it evenly in his palms and rubbing them together. Focusing on one foot at a time, he picked up the left foot again. He moved his hands in a stroking motion, from Draco's ankle and over the tops of his feet, letting his thumbs curve underneath to hug the balls of his feet.
"That oil feels good. You've done this before?" Draco complimented Harry, his eyes still closed. Just relaxing under Harry's touch.
"Yeah oil helps my hands glide better. Yes I learnt from Craig. Remember Craig, the masseur?" Harry asked.
Draco grunted, "You mean the wanker that was shagging you and about three other people" He sounded irate on Harry's behalf.
"Yeah that wanker. But he taught me some massage techniques before I discovered his affairs."
Harry sounded calm. In fact he was pleased that he was cheating, he wanted out of the relationship and used that as his excuse.
"Well I hope his cock drops off from some pungent sexual transmitted disease" Draco announced.
Harry chuckled and Draco opened his eyes to smile at him.
"That would serve him right I guess. I went straight to St Mungos sexual health clinic and got myself tested. All clean" He said proudly.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Off course you are. Not even a STI would dare infect the great Harry Potter." His tone was playful.
Draco closed his eyes again and relaxed as Harry worked his magic fingers.
Harry used his thumb and index finger to gently squeeze and rub each of Draco's toes in turn, from the big toe to the little toe. Next, he used just his thumb to make small circles directly beneath each toe for ten seconds, from beneath the little toe back to the big toe. Finally he finished with slow sweeping movements back and forth with his thumb beneath the toes.
After he massaged the toes and around the toes, he moved on to the next step. Gently massaging the ball of the foot with slow, circling motions of his thumb. Then, holding the foot in his hands he used both thumbs, massaging the arches of Draco's foot. Repeating this across the heel of each foot, using firm pressure.
Now he had done the underside of Draco's foot, he moved on to massaging the top of the foot. Placing his thumb gently against the arch of the foot and using the fingers of both hands, gently making circling motions across the top of the foot, working backwards and forwards and up and down.
He then finished with using long sweeping motions, stopping at the ankle and massaging the ankle. He let go of the left foot and he repeated the steps on the other foot.
Draco was softly sighing and occasionally moaning in contentment. "Mmm you're really good at this. You know you're screwed now, I will be asking for weekly foot massages."
Harry didn't comment, afraid he would say 'I'd love to massage you every week and not just your feet.'
After he finished with the other foot, he tapped Draco's knee. He opened his eyes and looked at Harry in question to his tap.
"My hands are all oily. Can you shift your legs so I can go wash them?" Harry asked.
Draco swung his leg off Harry, but avoided putting them on the floor. His feet were still covered in oil.
"Get my slippers will ya Harry. Thanks" Draco yelled.
Harry washed his hands and then went to Draco's room. Opening the door and searching for the slippers. He ignored the huge inviting bed, he knew if he looked at it, he will have wild fantasies about doing Draco on it.
He located his slippers on the floor beside the bed. He picked them up and took a deep breath before he returned to the living room. Massaging Draco's feet suddenly seemed a very intimate thing to do, then Draco was moaning in contentment and Harry's brain almost frizzled.
He heard Draco's mouth, "Hurry up Scarhead, my feet are cold"
Harry left, closed the bedroom door and returned to Draco. Chucking his slippers at his crotch.
"Ow. Idiot." Draco chastised.
"Why do you call me scarhead? It's annoying." Harry whined, as he sat back down.
"Because it annoys you. No other reason." He simply answered.
"Fine, then I will call you Dray, or Dray Dray, or my little dragon, or … OW"
Draco had kicked him in the ribs.
"Asshole." Harry groaned, as he rubbed his ribs.
"Then don't call me any of those infernal nicknames" he coolly told him.
"What? I've heard your ex's call you them before"
Draco folded his arms and glared at Harry, "Precisely Potter. EX'S, they didn't last long, not with those awful names."
"All right. No more Scarhead and I will refrain from calling you Dray." Harry offered.
Draco pouted, "I like calling you scarhead, and it's almost affectionate. Fine, whatever. Deal."
They shook hands and Harry swore he heard Draco mutter, "Fucking scarhead".
They continued to watch TV, lounge around, drink beer and eat takeaway for the rest of the night. Harry was happy when he fell into bed late at night. He actually had a good time chilling with Dray Dray.
- TBC -