This story is a perfect example of how my brain sometimes works, or doesn't work, and how many back roads I sometimes travel to reach my end destination. I have so many stories on my computer that are unfinished because of this… Somehow I did manage to finish this one without butchering the whole thing up, multiple times, at least I think… I mean see for your selves …
Summary: When Draco Malfoy returns to town, Harry's finally done with hiding out. He triggers feelings that just won't go away but there are more suitors in town and Draco Malfoy will have to fight for what he thinks belongs to him. (Mainly HP/DM but with a little RW/HG/LL on the side)
Warnings: Anything goes? No just kidding, it's pretty straight (or in this case gay) forward… the usual anal stuff, rimming, oral, the lot…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything… besides my car… and a house… but nothing Harry Potter related…it's a pity.
Fire Whiskey is definitely good for something
Why the hell did do I this? Do I this? Did I do this? That's it! Gods I shouldn't have taken that latest? Last? Definitely last.
I needed something else, something to get this feeling away. "Can I have butter beer?" Why was everybody looking at me? Okay, maybe hanging all over the counter of the bar like some thirsty homeless man is not done. I inch down a little and slouch back into my barstool.
"I think a coffee will be better suited." I try to turn around to see who my new tormentor is. Who the hell does he think he is, telling me, savior of the entire Wizarding World and defeater of Voldemort, to stop drinking! It doesn't matter that I was planning it myself, now I just wanted to order another butter beer, no fire whiskey!
In my attempt to take a peek, I only achieve utter chaos and the high possibility of kissing the ground in mere seconds. "Take it easy, that's it, slowly." I know that voice!
I don't want to hear that voice, is my next thought. "Go away." I mumble. Why the hell is everybody moving so fast? "Stop rolling around!" I whine.
"You are not going to puke are you?" That's the bartender! See, I do know shit!
I turn my head really fast to motion the fact that I'm not going to revisit my dinner, or well dinner, that old sandwich wasn't really dinner, when I actually taste cheese again. "Maybe…"
Everybody that was close to me scattered in about zero point one second, I should use this excuse more often. I'm really starting to feel sick now. Before I can even burp, I'm being hauled of my arse and dragged outside. "Not you." I mumble while I try really hard not to barf. Or maybe I should throw up on him, that will make him go away.
"You're not going to puke, you just need some fresh air." Once outside I hated to admit that he was probably right but now I knew who he was I just wanted to prove him wrong. I only refrained when I remembered how much I hated puking in the first place.
"Why are you helping me?" I don't know why I keep whining but I can't seem to stop, my self-pity knows no limits. I'm being dumped on the nearest bench and finally everything stops spinning.
"You can call it malicious pleasure and I never let an opportunity to gain some blackmail material, pass me by. Now, are you feeling better?" I just remembered why I hate him so much. I nod nevertheless and try to imagine that he isn't here.
"Why were you even here? It's nothing like you to go on a suicide drinking spree like this." How would he know?
"None of your business," I mumble and I really want to talk about it, just not with him.
"I know because I read the papers, you're never in it for bad behavior. It's sickening really how perfect you always behave, like some freaking robot." Malfoy talking about robots, I never figured I would witness that.
I open my eyes and take the first good look at the blond standing in front of me. It's been nearly two years since I last saw him and I hate to admit that he seems a little less arrogant. He had sort of fallen of the face of the earth after his father was deported to Azkaban and his mother had disappeared to France. I had heard some rumors that the youngest Malfoy had been staying with Blaise Zabini and Theodore Knott, but that information was at least a year old and I had never gotten any validation of it.
"Maybe I bought off the papers." I finally blurt out and want to close my eyes again, I just want to sleep and pretend this day was just a bad dream.
"I know for a fact that you haven't, so don't stall Potter, why were you drinking?" That smirk on his face was still disturbing and he wanted to wipe it off the tall man's face.
Malfoy probably thought that I was drunk enough to gain this particular information from me and maybe I wasn't able to form perfect sentences out loud, but that didn't mean that I didn't know what I was doing. "In your dreams Malfoy. Why do you want to know so badly?"
The blond was fumbling with the sleeves of his robes and I finally wonder why Malfoy was even here, he was never out in public. Ever since the war, the Malfoy's had disappeared very ghostlike, never to be heard of again, until today. If I wasn't so drunk I might have come up with a decent plan to find out why.
"Just be glad that I was here to safe your sorry arse." Malfoy was getting defensive, something that he did when he didn't want to tell the truth, I knew him this long to know that.
"I didn't need saving Malfoy, what are you doing here?" The cold outside was making me sober up a little, which I was glad for, I needed my wits around the tall self-assured man.
Malfoy didn't look very self-assured at the moment and I caught myself wanting to comfort him. Gods this was Malfoy, get it together. He stayed silent and I try to get up, to get away from here, from him.
I was pushed down again before I could even try to move my feet, damn it. "Let me go Malfoy, you've had your fun, I'm okay, you can go now."
"And who says you're not going back in there, the second I leave, and start this all over again?" Was he really that desperate to hang around me?
I squint my eyes, even though the park bench is badly lit, but thinking right now gives me a proper headache. "What's in it for you?"
That way Malfoy is fidgeting gives me the conformation that I needed, he's here for a reason and he's only trying to use my drunkenness in his advantage, same as everybody else in my life.
When Malfoy doesn't react and even closes his eyes, I use the opportunity he's given me. Standing up quickly, ignoring the loops my stomach is making, I maneuver around him and make sure that I get as much distance between him and me as possible.
"Potter damn it! Come back here!" Malfoy was shouting at me but I was almost at the gate of the park, trying to find a proper place to apparate from. There were certain spots in the city reserved for that, if you would apparate outside of those spots, you could be arrested by the Ministry, something I sorely wanted to prevent. No matter how much I drink tonight or any other night, I still have to face work on Monday. Being head auror certainly didn't turn out the way I expected it to, but I still haven't figured out want I want to do instead.
"I'm not staying Malfoy, definitely not for you, go back and weasel your way back underneath whichever stone you crawled out from." I finally reached the apparition point and was happy to find out that Malfoy would never reach me in time.
The last thing I saw was the utterly disappointed look on Malfoy's face, -there was a first for everything-, when I was swept up and whirled away by my first love; magic.
The next morning was a disastrous nightmare, a never ending one. My headache was trying to eat its way out of my brain, I was sure of that and my mouth was as dry as a Sahara desert, and then we weren't even talking about the taste on my tongue. I was fairly sure that I threw up last night and when I finally found my glasses and put them on, I was totally certain that I did what I was just thinking about. It was disgusting and I could already feel another burst of bile rise in my throat.
Clamping my hand over my mouth I scrambled from the bed, avoided the pile of disgustingness on the ground next to it and run towards the bathroom, kneeling just in time in front of the porcelain bowl to extract the remaining bits of my colossal drinking drama.
While I was spitting away with fervor I thought to myself that I was never going to be drinking again, when I remembered that that exact phrase was used by hundreds of teenager after every weekend and even felt more of a loser than I already did. Here I am barely twenty years old, savior of the entire Wizarding world, at least that's what every paper writes about me, all the while desperately trying to keep my life together. Utterly, humongous fuck up, that's how I like to describe myself. I don't know what I want with my life, I live in the Black house that gives me the creeps, my career is a joke because I haven't even finished school and I don't know what I'm doing, and to top it all off, I still don't know if I'm interested in fucking girls from behind or that I just want to have a huge cock shoved up my arse and get it over with.
That's where this whole fucking thing started in the first place. If Jonas from the Department of Magical Creatures hadn't been ogling me all the time, I never would have even come up with the thought of fucking another guy. Why did he do it tough? It's not like I'm Mister Handsome or something, I'm quite small, okay I do have some abs but every auror has them so that's no big deal, and I'm very socially awkward, so why in hells name does he look at me like he wants to eat me?
Hermione says it's a gay thing and that I should be flattered or something but I will bet my entire fortune on the fact that she doesn't know that it doesn't only flatter me, it makes my cock swell in ways that I didn't even know were possible. Every time I had visited Hermione's office, Jonas had been there as her perfect assistant that he was, perched on his desk, eye-fucking me from top to bottom, making me fucking blush and leaving me hard as a rock. I always played it cool of course and thanked Merlin that robes hid everything that needed to be hidden. I would ignore Jonas, act normal towards Hermione and afterwards I would lock myself in my office, put up a silencing spell, close the blinds and jerk myself off in the quickest way possible.
Even though I was done puking, I was still hanging above the toilet and I cursed at myself when I felt my cock swell, by only thinking about Jonas thinking about me. See how fucked up my life is.
"Harry mate? You up?" Fuck, keeps getting better!
I stumble to my feet, grab my wand that was strangely lying inside the shower, I have absolutely no clue of how it had gotten there, and with a flick of it removed the mess I made on my bedroom floor. "Yeah up here Ron."
I could hear Ron make his way upstairs and in the mean time I possess that little bit of common sense to pull on my dressing gown. Ron whistles lowly when he takes in the room and finally my appearance. "You look like utter shit man."
I role my eyes and glare at him. "Thanks, totally what I needed to hear right now."
He ignores my sarcasm and steps into the room to pick up some random articles of clothing. "Been redecorating?" I immediately regret my attempt of sarcasm, he has always been way better at it than I've ever been.
"I got drunk last night." I blurt out, giving up the pretenses.
"No kidding." He snorts and just keeps on picking up more pieces of clothing. "How long has it been this time?"
I count in my head and come to the conclusion that I should be rather proud of myself. "About six months."
"Nice, a new record." I can't help but smirk a little bit. "Did you throw up this time?" Ron knows me better than I know myself.
"Twice." I admit honestly, there is no chance of lying, he will figure it out eventually, he always does.
"Also a new record." He laughs and I laugh with him. "You want my help cleaning up or do you want to go out for breakfast? I think we should talk about this."
"I saw Malfoy last night." I blurt out and I feel my probably horrible pale face, heat up.
"Okay, we definitely need to talk about this then. Take a quick shower, you smell like Slughorn's office, I'll take you to Jimmy's, you need some food in you."
I could only nod and head of to the shower to wash away my disastrous night. Underneath the hot strings of water I finally let my thoughts run freely and I could feel the impact that Malfoy's appearance actually made on me. I've been obsessed with that boy for a decade and there was never really any closure. Not that closure was fitting in this situation, I mean we hated each other and tried to make each other's lives miserable as hell, but there was never a; "Hope your life will suck, see you in hell", kind of goodbye and it always felt like there was unfinished business. Although, I am kind of confused nowadays what kind of business that would entail.
Over at Jimmy's Ron sat me down and went to the counter to order us some food. Sometimes, like today, it really hit me how lucky I am with friends like Ron and Hermione. Hermione, of course, was way too busy nowadays and hardly ever home, but Ron was here, actually here.
"I ordered your usual and then some, now let's talk about last night. Why did you go this time and was it before or after you saw Malfoy?" Ron the investigator that he was, dived right in and I couldn't help but appreciate his directness, back in school he always used to twist around subjects in so many circles I was totally confused without understanding what he was actually talking about.
"Before, no after, I mean, I was drinking before I saw Malfoy." My hangover was killing me. I used to take hangover potions but I like torturing myself more after these nights because it makes sure that I don't drink again in the near future. It usually lasts about four or five months.
"So, what started it? I know you didn't really tell me the reason last time but I know it had something to do with a guy from work and I have a hunch but I want to hear you say it." This was just a reminder that I should never get arrested because I wouldn't stand a chance.
I sighed deeply, tired of all the secrecy, I could tell Ron, he wouldn't tell anyone and I really needed to talk to someone about his, might as well be my best fucking friend. "Okay, I'll tell you."
Ron looked shocked, he probably expected me to avoid the question, pretend that everything was okay and next time we would pretend this conversation never happened in the first place. "Everything?"
"I'll try okay?" Ron nodded and mentioned that I could start whenever. Looking around me I made sure that nobody was listening in and I started something that would change my life forever.
"You were right about that guy at work thing, which is what sets this off every time, although not so much that particular guy but the thing in general, you know?" Ron probably hadn't a single clue what I was talking about but I silently gave him credits for not interrupting and nodding as if he got my every word.
"If I tell you that the guy works at Hermione's department, you probably know who I'm talking about, so I'm not going to do that." I was fucking this up so bad and I just hoped that Ron's training had been efficient enough to read between the lines, not that I wasn't bloody obvious. "He also isn't Hermione's assistant, and he also isn't ogling me every time I walk through their office door."
Ron was still nodding patiently and very calmly, which made me realize that he had known this all along and this conversation was for me and only for me, to confess my feelings and say what I've been thinking for the past few years. I swallowed and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and for a second I thought I was going to throw up again but I managed to choke it down.
Clawing away at the side of my chair, making proper damaging dents into it, I finally opened my mouth. "Ron, I think I'm gay."
I couldn't look at him, I couldn't bear to see the look in his eyes. He didn't take long to reply though. "Yes Harry, I think you are." I was shocked, but I also wasn't shocked.
"You knew, didn't you?" I could look at him now and was relieved to see that the look in his eyes hadn't changed a single bit, he was still Ron, my best friend.
"You are my best friend Harry and you've been that since we were eleven, you are an extremely bad liar, and I immediately know when something's wrong. You have been acting strange ever since you defeated Voldemort and I've seen you around my sister. I've also seen you around gay man, I mean common Harry did you really think I wouldn't figure it out, Charlie is gay for fuck's sake. Every Christmas you wouldn't even look at him during dinner and you were all tense and shit, but later at night when you've had a few drinks and you thought that nobody was watching you, I could see you eyeing down my brother and get all flustered. I've had some time to get used to it and honestly mate, whatever rocks your world is fine by me, although I highly suspect that you've had the hots for Malfoy ever since our sixth year, or maybe even before that. And now we're all getting it out in the open I'll tell you something utterly fucked up about my life, which will make your life, seem like a walk in the park."
I was nailed to my chair and didn't know how to answer this. He was right of course, about everything. I did use to stalk Charlie with my eyes on Christmas and I was never ready to acknowledge it but now I didn't really care anymore because what he had said about Draco Malfoy really hit home, that's why I was so fucked up today, it had really thrown me, seeing Malfoy last night.
"Talk Ron, I don't want to be the only crazy one today." Ron laughed at this and it took the seriousness out of everything, thank Merlin.
"You know that Hermione is leaving the country more than she is at home with me, and I know it's her job but it does suck sometimes, and whenever she is home, she tends to get a little freaky." This is probably the first time that I will ever hear something about Ron's and Hermione's sex life and I don't know if I'm ready for it.
I nod and Ron continues. "She is down for literally anything. Bondage, in public, role play, non-con, spanking, you name it." I was gaping at him, never in a million years I would have guessed what was coming out of Ron's mouth.
"Are you serious or are you just making this up to make me feel better?"
"Man, I couldn't be making this up, even if I tried, you wouldn't believe the things I've seen. But what really took the cake, happened about six, seven weeks ago. It was a normal Tuesday and Hermione would be coming home that night from a trip to Spain, for some rare creature that was captured there. She was late that night and I was kind of worried, when she finally came home though, she wasn't alone, Luna Lovegood was with her. I was kind of bummed because the sex was always the best when she'd been away for some time and I could see my chances fly out the window with Luna present."
I could guess where this was going and even though I wasn't into girls, this was the start of something I really needed to hear about, even if it was about my best friends that felt like family. This was the best gossip I've heard in a long while. Not that I would tell a single soul, but still.
Ron was totally in story telling mode, which made the whole thing even better. "We've chatted some about her work in Spain and made ourselves comfortable on the couch, with Hermione in the middle. Luna has always been overly affectionate so I didn't really think anything of the fact that her hand was on Hermione's knee the entire time. It should have made some bells ring though, now I've come to think of it." Ron chuckled and shook his head lightly. "I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable mate but I've been playing this story millions of times in my head and I really need to talk about it with someone, you have the most perfect timing as always."
It's my time to laugh now. "Even if this makes me cringe, please do go on, I really need to know the end of this now."
"Fair enough." Ron continues on as if he is telling a detective story, and this is entirely too weird and oddly very normal. "Every time Hermione's been away, I just can't keep my hands from her and I had my arm around her, lightly kissing her neck while she was telling the story. I know I normally don't do that in company but Luna comes around so often, I didn't really care at that particular moment. Without my own knowledge I had weaseled, pun intended of course,"- He grinned, very proud of himself" - my hand underneath her skirt, when I felt another hand touch mine. You could imagine my shock and I stayed absolutely still, not moving a single muscle."
He stayed still for a second, emphasizing on the story, before continuing. "And that's when Hermione finally addressed the matter, and I'm not even kidding mate, this is what she said: "Ron, honey, I ran into Luna on my way home and we came up with something, a solution as it were." I was dumbstruck, you can imagine and my mind was going in all sorts of directions. I only kept nodding and Hermione continued: "I feel awful for leaving you every time, you must be terribly lonely and I want to make things better for you, so does Luna, she feels sorry for you too". And I felt everything but lonely in that moment I can tell you. She then offered that Luna would share our bed, even when she herself wasn't there, so I wouldn't be lonely. I mean what did I ever do in life that makes me deserve a woman like Hermione?! But to make a long story short, we fucked like rabbits, and not just me and Luna but Luna and Hermione as well and now Luna just shows up a few times a week, even when Hermione's not there and it's been fucking amazing, but totally fucked up so you figure why we needed to keep this quiet."
I really, really, don't know how to answer this. It's crazy and as Ron said, totally fucked up, but it's their life and their choices and I'm gay for fucks sake so I'm not in any position to judge any day.
"And Hermione is okay with the fact that you and Luna have sex whenever she's not around?" I had a really hard time believing this to be true because I remembered how devastated Hermione had been when Ron was dating Lavender Brown.
"Yes, I couldn't believe it myself but she hasn't acted weirdly or jealous at all, I think it's because it was her idea and not mine, makes her more comfortable or something." I can see that Ron is still insecure about it either so I'm not going to push it.
"So you are both dating Luna Lovegood, I believe congratulations are in order, I've heard she's a wild thing between the sheets." I chuckled and laughed even harder when Ron blushed and tried to hide the fact that I hit right home.
"Yeah, yeah, enough about me now, we're not done talking about Malfoy. Why did he show up last night? Did he look different? I don't think anyone has seen him for over a year, this must be important." Ron went right back into his investigation mode.
"I don't know." I confess. "At the time that he showed up I was ready to puke and he escorted me outside, from what I can remember is that he was trying to figure out why I was drinking. I mean I haven't spoken to him in over two years and then out of the blue he shows up and demands from me why I'm drinking, the nerve of that fucking guy!" I was ranting on my own and blushed when I figured out how worked up I was getting.
Ron seemed to think it over for a little bit before he answered. "Maybe he did come back for you, maybe he missed you."
"Ron, he's probably not even gay, he dated Pansy Parkinson for years and had definitely some girls on the side as well. It would be a real coincidence that he decided that he misses me on the day that I was drinking myself into a stupor because I think I might be gay. After Voldemort I don't believe in chance anymore."
Ron just shrugs his shoulders as if to agree with me, it was a stretch of course but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice. I just have to get Malfoy out of my head and find someone nice and someone good, someone that wouldn't hex me every time I turn my back.
"I do know someone from the investigators office who's gay, do you want me to hook you up?" Ron wiggles his eyebrows and even though he is taking the piss, he is also being serious, I can tell.
"Ron," I groan into my hands. "Can't I get used to the idea first please?"
"What? Harry, you've never even kissed a guy before, you have to make sure that you're gay!" Ron proclaimed and I can't help but laugh.
"So that means that I have to kiss a random guy, or what?" Talking about this with my best friend makes this highly uncomfortable.
"Not just some random guy, Simons is very fit, even I can tell!" My jaw drops open at the same time that I want to laugh really hard.
"Troy Simons is gay?!"
"Yes Harry, he dated Taylor for over eight months or something."
"Taylor from the Wizengamot is gay too?!" Ron nods again and I'm losing my mind.
"Who else is gay that I don't know about?! How do you even know this stuff? I'm supposed to be the gay one and I can't even tell who is and who isn't, I'm the worst gay ever!" I sigh deeply and let my head bump down on the table.
Ron is having a laughing fit and is doubling over without even making an effort to answer me, great! "I'm glad my life is one big joke to you."
Ron wipes the tears from his eyes and tries to shut down the laughing. "Mate, I only know that their gay because Ginny's told me, she's really good at it, she probably knows about you too but is too nice to say something. Just be you Harry and the right guy will come along, and it wouldn't hurt to try some experimenting in the meantime."
I nod and finally start eating my breakfast. We talk about work some more and go our separate ways after that. Ron was all smiles when he said that Luna would be joining them later and even though I'm happy for him, it stings that he has two women to choose from and I'm on my own. I shake my head and pinch myself hard on my arm, I'm not going to feel sorry for myself, like Ron said, I will find someone.
I decide to walk home instead of apparating and enjoy the early winter weather, it's the weekend after all and I won't have work till Monday. This weekend was going to be good, without drinking and without Malfoy's.
A whole week went by before I was forced to think about Malfoy again, the entire week I had done a fine job of banishing him from my mind but by some weird coincidence I received the news that Narcissa Malfoy had sold the Malfoy manor and had taken up full residence in France, never to return to England again.
I knew that Lucius would never leave Azkaban again but I really thought that the manor had been left to Draco with Narcissa living in France, apparently not and I hated myself for wondering what would happen to Draco now that he was homeless. Maybe he had moved to France as well, but deep down I knew that wasn't true because it would have been on the Ministry papers that sealed the deal with Malfoy manor.
I want to punch myself in the gut when imagines about Malfoy living on my couch pop into my mind. I'm not going to reach out to the evil Slytherin and I certainly am not going to invite him to stay the night, or any night for that matter. And to top it off, Simons just walked into my office.
"Mister Potter, can I have a minute of your time?"
Fuck! What do I do? Maybe he knows, maybe Ron told him or gave him hints. No, Ron would never do such a thing, but what if he knows, I might be the worst at spotting other gay's but what if he isn't?
I try to play it cool but I can feel sweat forming on my forehead and it feels like my armpits are practically swimming, I will never get a guy like this. "Mister Simons, of course, what would you like?" Fuuuuck, what would you like? Are you a fucking idiot, I reprimand myself. "-To talk about." I finish the sentence lamely and he sure knows that something's up, I can feel my cheeks burning up.
If he noticed anything he sure didn't show it, he took the chair opposite me and started a request regarding a hostile auror that had gone rogue a few months ago. We haven't been able to find him so far but apparently someone from Simons team had spotted him somewhere across the Scottish border. Simons was here to make a request to have someone from his department join mine to have an investigator right at the crime scene when we would catch the rogue auror red handed. It sounded fair to me and it had been done before.
I kept nodding while Simons did his story and it gave me the time to give him a good look. He was tall, very tall, and broad shouldered. His hair was dark brown, like mine and his eyes a dull blue, overall a very handsome and attractive man, but not really my type, I think.
"So, does this mean you give your permission, Mr. Potter? Harry?" The mentioning of my first name out of his mouth brought me right back and I blush again out of shame.
"Yes, yes of course Devon can join Finnegan's team when they leave. Was there anything else you needed from me?" Why the hell does my voice sound so hoarse? Gods am I flirting? I hate myself so much right now.
"Well," He seemed to hesitate and he's probably wondering if I was flirting, which I still wasn't sure I was doing. "I was wondering if you would go and have drinks after work?" Simons seemed the nervous one right now and I didn't know how to answer.
"With you?" I blurt out.
"With me… and with other people from work if that's what you want?" This was the most awkward thing I've ever encountered myself in and I conclude dealing with Voldemort in all of this.
I don't answer for a full minute and I can see Simons get more uncomfortable by the minute. Finally he opens his mouth again and I'm curious what's coming right now.
"My apologies Mr. Potter, I think I went out of line here. I just thought…never mind…I was probable wrong. Forget this ever happened, please." His cheeks were red and it was the most adorable thing I've seen in weeks.
Finally I found my voice again. "Please don't apologize, you weren't wrong…at least I don't think so…I'm still figuring it out." Simons head snapped up at my words and it was I who was red in the face right now.
"You've never…?" He didn't finish the sentence but he didn't have too, I knew exactly what he was talking about. "No," I answer firmly.
"Will you allow me?"
"We're still talking about drinks, aren't we?" I pipe up.
Simons laughs and it breaks the ice a little. "Of course we are, and whatever follows…" I like the suggestions he's making and I dare to relax a little.
"Agreed." I give in.
Why did it seem like such a good idea to go out with a random guy, one that I have to run into occasionally on a daily basis and at Christmas work parties? Because he's good looking and he has experience, is the first thing that pops into my mind. Is it worth it though?
I definitely can't hide the fact that I wished it was someone else, someone I'm not ready to face though. Someone who I don't even know is into men.
There's a knock on the door and I yield to the fact that I don't have a way out and that I have to go through with it. Why did I tell him he could pick me up?
When I open the door I hold my breath for a second. He does look extremely handsome, even more without his work clothes.
"Are you ready Mr. Potter?" Simons is grinning like a cat that got the cream. I have to admit that I did put some effort into my attire and my shirt looks probably painted on my abs.
"Please call me Harry, this is weird enough as it is." I can't help but groan.
"Harry it is then. Ready to go?" He offers his hand and I hesitate before I take it. It seems weird, holding hands with a man.
In the end the date didn't go awful at all. He took me to dinner at a muggle restaurant, which I was awfully glad with. It is one thing to admit that I'm gay, it is a whole other thing to advert it to the entire Wizarding world. I'm not hiding it, but I'm also not very fond of the idea that it will be broadcasted in the Daily Prophet tomorrow.
I found out that I had a lot in common with Troy, especially the fact that we were both half-bloods, but raised by muggles. His story was kind of similar, apart from the Voldemort part of course, his parents had died in a car accident and because they didn't have any family around, he was adopted by a muggle family. They had been shocked when they found out about his magic but they'd reacted very well and he was still very close with them. I envied him and maybe that was why I didn't feel any particular connection with him. He was very fit, really kind and had a good sense of humor, but I didn't feel any spark.
I did want to give him a chance though and after we left the restaurant, I took up his offer to take a walk around the park. Ironically it was the same park where I had been with Malfoy a couple of weeks ago, only that night I had been drinking at a Wizarding pub instead of dining at a muggle restaurant. I carefully stayed off the alcohol tonight, I was glad that Troy had followed my example.
"I had nice time tonight Harry." Troy offered while he took my hand. My nerves started to act up again, was he planning to kiss me?
"Me too Troy, thank you for dinner, it was delicious." I tried to stay as calm as possible.
"That it was, as are you Harry, I really liked spending time with you," He hesitated before speaking again. "But I do have a suspicion that you're not really into it, am I right?"
He definitely was right but how am I going to tell him the truth without being a dickhead? I sigh deeply and look him in the eye, at least I owe him that. "You're a really nice guy Troy, and very handsome," I add.
"But you're right, maybe if we did this like a month ago, things would have been different but I've met up with someone from the past two weeks ago and since that I haven't been able to think about much else. I'm sorry I agreed to go on a date with you, you deserve better than this."
He squeezed my hand and smiled at me, he didn't really sound upset thank Merlin. "It's okay Harry, I didn't really have any expectations, seeing as you are new to this but I do have to confess that I hoped for something tonight. Don't laugh at me but I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss the famous Harry Potter, I'm sorry."
I can't help but laugh out loud, I did not expect this. "You have a good sense of humor Troy, I'll give you that, I hope you find someone great one day, you deserve it. And just fuck it, why the hell not? Have at it Troy." I smirk at him, him not being boyfriend material makes it definitely easier to be relaxed.
He laughs back at me and turns sideways to trap me into his arms, he's taller and I like that. The fact that Malfoy is also taller than me pops into my mind. I shake my head slightly and shake any thoughts of Malfoy.
When his lips touch mine, I forget about anything and everything. It's nothing like kissing Cho or Ginny at all, it's a little rougher, and way more tongue. I blush deeply when I feel my cock swell in my trousers, this has never happened when I kissed Cho or Ginny. When Troy breaks the kiss I hear a small whimper and I hate to admit that it's probably me who produced the sound.
Troy chuckles against my lips and my cheeks are probably redder than a bright Christmas ornament. "I guess this answers your question."
"And that is?" I release a breath that I was holding.
"I'd say you're definitely into men." I laugh with him and I'm really glad I let him kiss me even though we're not going through with this. I feel relieved because this answered so many questions.
And there in the darkness of the trees, neither man noticed that there was another man watching from the entrance of the park…
This will probably be around two or three chapters… I think… We'll see how it goes! Happy Holidays to you all!