Sex God

Dedicated to: Chi Cullen

"Look…Blaise, it's the middle of the summer holidays…do you think you could just stop trying to hook me up with girls and admit that I might like guys better?"

"No, listen, you'll like this one. She comes from Beauxbaton. Her name's Fleur. She's part veela."

"Look, if you think she's so great, why don't you just date her." Blaise shook his head and turned to Pansy, who he immediately started kissing. I rolled my eyes and looked away. I sat at the bar of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagonalley. It was busy and the old barman, Tom, has his work cut out for the night. Blaise had yet again attempted to hook me up with one of his girls. And it was always the same. They went on a long drivel about how they were going to be the best, and sleep with me every night and stuff. And it just didn't appeal to me. I had no interest in any of them, not even the physical side. I put my head in my hands.

"Hey…Draco. Here she is." My first glance went over to the door, through which a very slim, beautiful, silver haired girl was stepping; her long bare legs supported my silly, flimsy high heels. Here we go. Then…

"Oh my god…"

"Yeah! Didn't I tell you she was hot stuff?"

"No…not her…look…" He was small and slim. His glossy, blue-black hair fell over one of his vivid green eyes, which were large and twinkling. He had a small round nose and full, sweet, tempting lips. His green shirt clung tightly to him, and the toes of a dragon pendant round his neck just brushed underneath it when he walked. His hips swayed as he sauntered into the bar, and black leather clung to them and all down his legs possessively. He wore heeled dragon hide boots and was carrying a black jacket over his shoulder. I slid off my stool, my eyes still on him, just as Fleur reached us. She stank of over-done perfume. I looked at her, searching inside me for something like the feelings that had coursed through me when I had stared at the boy. But all I saw was an arrogant slut. True, she was pretty, but her features had no delicacy, no refinement as he did.

I looked over toward him again and saw him approaching the bar.

"Hello Fleur. It's been lovely meeting you and you look gorgeous. Bye!" I slipped past the stunned and outraged veela. I heard her say a few angry words to Blaise and storm out, heard his silly voice protesting, but it was all background noise. As I drew closer to him, jostling the crowd, I heard him speak. His voice was low and husky and intriguing.

"Can I have a beer please?" And suddenly I was in front of him and it occurred to me I had nothing to say. He looked up at me, grinned. His beer arrived and he took it with a nod to the barman. He took a sip before looking up at me. "What's up with you, pretty boy?" I felt like I was going to faint. My head was spinning. His eyelashes were long and black. Say something you git…

"Erm…do…d'you wanna have a drink with me?" He laughed a low, sexy laugh, then replied,

"I know you're used to the ladies and gentlemen falling at your feet, but I've already got a drink. However, you're welcome to get one yourself and have a seat." He patted the stool next to him. I slithered into it and ordered a beer. I was gazing at him avidly, as he sipped his beer. He looked sideways at me and chuckled. "I'm Harry; it's nice to meet you." He held out his hand. I looked at it stupidly for a second, then got it and shook it.

"Hi. My name's Draco."

"Really? Doesn't that mean 'dragon' in some dead language?" I nodded. He grinned. "I like dragons. And snakes. Speaking of which, I see you had a run in with fleur."

"You know her?"

"Yeah. I went to her school, Beauxbaton."

"You've left school already?"

"No, but I'm going to the English school this hear, Hogwarts. I'm going to be in what we called lower sixth. But I think it's called sixth year over here."

"No way! I go there! You're in my year!"

"Oh right, awesome. So, you going to show me around and stuff? Tell me which professors to poison?"

"Yeah, sure! I still can't believe you're going to be in my year though, that's such a coincidence."

"Fate, I guess."

"Yeah. Where do you live?" He jerked an eyebrow at me, making me blush with embarrassment at such a crude question, but he answered.

"Actually I'm staying here for the holidays."

"Really? That's great; I live really near here, just at the other end of Diagonalley. Are your parents staying here too?"

"My parents are dead. I'm here alone."

"Oh…right…I'm sorry for bringing it up. So…what are you up to in the holidays? Getting your kit and stuff?"

"Yeah. You guys don't all wear those vile black robes do you?"

"The younger ones have to, but for us it's optional. Nobody does."

"Good. I'd rather wear my own clothes."

"Yeah they're really nice." He laughed again.

"You suck at chatting people up, you know that?"

"I was that obvious, huh?"

"No. I just have a sixth sense. When people stare avidly at me for the whole conversation and brush off beautiful girls to sit and have a beer with me, I just get this weird feeling inside me and it…"

"Yeah, okay, point taken. I suck." He grinned.

"But I'll forgive you because you're hot. Want to meet up somewhere tomorrow?"

"Wow…shit…I mean yes, of course! Where? When?" I was flustered by the hot comment and the asking me out in one go.

"What about right here? Come and have breakfast with me and then we can go out into Diagonalley for a bit-sound okay?"

"Sounds great."

"Cool. Well, I'm off to bed now. So I'll see you tomorrow at ten?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll be there. Goodnight." He leaned up and kissed me on both cheeks. For a moment I was shocked, and then I remembered that it was a tradition in France. Hell…his lips were even softer than they looked. He sauntered away towards the stairs, and it only occurred to me, after 30 seconds of staring after him, to ask why Harry had an English accent. Ah well. Tomorrow.

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I recognised him the moment his dragon-hide boots came into view descending the stairs. I tried to look nonchalant, as though I'd just been glancing round the room and had happened to look at the stairs at that very moment, though in reality I'd been staring fixedly at that point since ten to ten. Harry wore tightish black jeans and a blue shirt today. His shirt was teasingly loose and unbuttoned. It made me shiver every time I looked at his neck.

"Morning, Draco. Good sleep?"

"Yeah, fine thanks. You."

"Woke up a bit early, but otherwise good." He yawned and stretched as he sat down. I tried not to stare.

"I didn't ask you to come here too early did I?"

"No, this was perfect. If you remember, I suggested it. I read for a bit before I got up."

"What were you reading? Oh, I ordered breakfast with everything in case there were some things you didn't like," I said as a tray mounted with every kind of morning delicacy was placed in front of us. He raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed. Then he smiled.

"Thanks, that was thoughtful." He took an espresso and some toast from the tray and sipped the coffee, sighing with pleasure. I tried not to imagine in what other situations he might make that highly evocative sound. "I'm reading a book about magical creatures. It's really good; I'll lend it to you."

"Thanks."

"Play Quiddich?"

"Yes! I'm the keeper on the Slytherin team! Do you?"

"Yep. I was the seeker for my house. Is Slytherin a school house?"

"Yeah. There are four. Brave in Gryffindor, hard-working in Hufflepuff, smart in Ravenclaw and ambitious in Slytherin. Basically the braniacs go in Ravenclaw, the dorks go in Gryffindor, the cool people come into Slytherin and hufflepuff takes the rest."

"And you're in Slytherin, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hope I'm in that then. You got a seeker in your house?"

"Yeah. His name's James. He sucks. I'm the keeper, the guy I was with last night, Blaise is a chaser, my sort-of friends, Vincent and Greg are the beaters and two girls called Alice and April are the other two chasers. Don't laugh, her name really is April. She's alright. Are you good?"

"I'm okay. I've been on my house team since I arrived."

"Wow, you must be good. I meant to ask you last night, why do you have a British accent?"

"Because I lived in England till I was eleven and spend my summer holidays here. I used to live with my muggle aunt and uncle, but now I'm sixteen I live alone."

"Family nice?"

"No. My uncle's a weirdo, my aunt spies on people, my cousin is a spoiled fat prick and they all hate my guts because I'm a wizard."

"Oh. I see."

"And they hate me for being gay-that didn't help. My friends at Beauxbaton weren't all too chuffed either. That's why I'm leaving."

"Oh. Well, at Hogwarts everyone is mostly okay with it. Homosexuality that is. But some of the Gryffindorks have a problem with it."

"Weirdoes."

"Totally. So…when did you find out you were gay?"

"When I was twelve I got hard looking at some guy that used to be our team captain when he was naked in the shower. I knew then."

"Right. Had any boyfriends? Or girlfriends before that?"

"No girls. Eugh. I've had two boyfriends. The first was that team captain; the second was a boy in my year."

"You still date him?"

"I probably wouldn't be here with you if I did. No…we broke up nearly a year ago now. He couldn't handle the stick everyone was giving him."

"Shit. Harsh." That comment had got into my head. 'I probably wouldn't be here with you if I did'. Did that mean this was like a date…or was going to be one? Was this god actually taking my blatant offer seriously?

"Anyway, want to go? Hmm…what do you shorten Draco to, by the way?"

"I don't know. My friends tend just to call me Draco, my mother calls me dragon, but please don't call me that."

"Ray? Anyone call you that?"

"Nope, not really. I like it though."

"Cool. You could attempt to shorten Harry but I've been trying for years and the best I've come up with is Harr. Which is horrible."

"Yeah…I guess Harry it is then." We got up and exited the pub during this conversation. Harry let us into Diagonalley and we walked side by side down the street, Harry pulling a list from his jeans pocket.

"Whoa. You need all this stuff for Hogwarts? Must be a pretty high-profile place."

"Well, yeah we have all our own stuff. Do you have a decent broom? Because the school ones suck."

"Yeah. The ones at Beauxbaton were rubbish too. So did you ever have boyfriends or girlfriends?" I coloured slightly at this question. The truth was that during my third and fourth year, I had slept with every guy and girl in the year and a few in the other years. I did not want Harry to find this out.

"Erm…nobody special." Harry laughed.

"Let me guess. You're somewhat of a sex god in your year and used to sleep around? Do you still?"

"No. I used to be a complete horny bastard but I stopped last year."

"How come?"

"Well…at first it was because I had nobody left to date, frankly. But after that it was more that I didn't really find casual sex at all attractive anymore. I had no desire to sleep with anybody I knew. My friend Blaise last night was trying to get me to hook up with Fleur, but…"

"Shit. Poor you. She's a bitch, I hate her so much. All the guys at Beauxbaton are crazy about her because she's 'pretty'. How shallow can you get?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. And anyway, who wants a stick insect in your bed?" Harry laughed aloud at that, before replying,

"Actually way too many people. It's a mystery to me but a lot of straight guys actually like to date these girls. I don't think they want to have sex with them though. Not enough 'curves'." He shook his head as if to say 'it all mystifies me'. We had been walking around picking out books for Harry from his school list and were now cueing. "Did you ever date a stick insect?"

"A few, yeah. It was impossible. You couldn't take them out for meals or anything. All you could do is by them jewellery. And in the bedroom…it was just dull work." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. I don't know. Girls don't have the same kind of sexual drive as guys." He dumped the books down on the counter and the vender started to check the prices. "They just want gifts and occasionally just to have fun. They make awesome friends but I'd never date a girl." He paid and we left.

We spent the rest of the day shopping and staggered back to Harry's rooms at the Leaky cauldron to dump his stuff. He suggested that we meet for breakfast the next day and go out again. After that I asked him to dinner and he accepted. We had diner every night that week. Each time I would walk him back to his rooms, say goodnight, and leave. It was hugely exciting having him pay any attention to me at all, but eight dates? That was just incredible. I felt an indescribable attraction towards him. He was the centre of every room, always at the forefront of my mind. I dreamt about him, although not sexually, every night. Every evening when I took him home, I wanted so badly to kiss him. His lips, his smile, his speech was so beautiful; I longed to explore his mouth with my tongue, to taste him. But I was too scared. I was frightened I would frighten him away if I did anything more than gaze at him avidly while he was speaking. On our fifth diner date, however, he brought the subject up.

"You seem very gentlemanly for an ex-horny sex-god. You have not molested me once, nor even kissed me." We were walking up the long dim street after diner. It was about ten and stars were starting to illuminate the sky.

"I didn't like to. I mean…no that sounded wrong. I did…I do want to…to kiss you but I don't…I'm worried you'd get freaked out or think I was only taking you out so I could get into your pants."

"Are you?"

"No! That's why I haven't tried anything. I'd hate for you to think that. I don't know. I guess now…well…I care about you, you know? I don't want to take any risks that might scare you away."

"You make me sound like a mouse."

"Sorry. No…it's more like the china object deal. Don't touch it at all and you won't break it."

"What's the point in having a china cup if you don't use it? So it can look nice?"

"Point taken." We were climbing the stairs to his room. I felt very hot about the ears. He wanted me to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. Why shouldn't I? We reached his door and he turned around to face me.

"Well, goodnight. Thank you for taking me out."

"You're welcome." He leaned up and kissed me first on one cheek, then the other. Then, as he went to step away, I took his hand. "Wait, Harry."

"Yes?"

"About…that kiss."

"Yeah?"

"I think you're right. There's no point in having a china cup if you don't use it. So…um…I should probably…kiss you now…"

"That's right." Somehow it was very difficult just to close the ten centimetres or so between Harry and me and kiss him. With my unoccupied hand, I took a strand of Harry's hair and pressed my lips to his. Sparks and jets of fire shot through me as I felt his lips on mine. They were so soft, so inviting. I ran my hand into his hair and clung on, feeling his arms steal round me. We pressed together, our mouths opening, exploring each other. My tongue licked the roof of his mouth and he moaned; a very evocative sound that made shivers run all over my body. Our lips broke apart. We clung tightly to each other, Harry's cheek pressed to mine, breathing hard. We released each other and he stepped back.

"Harry…I…" I knew I had a stupid grin on my face but there was little I could do about it. "Um…well that was…" I ran one hand through my hair, "…intense. To say the least. Well…err…goodnight. Oh! Do you want to go out with me tomorrow? I'm going away for two weeks after that and then it's Hogwarts."

"Yes…yes that'd be great. Six okay for you?"

"Yeah, brilliant."

"Well…goodnight ray."

"Night Harry." He slipped into his apartment and closed the door. I descended the stairs, my head buzzing. Did that just happen? Did I just kiss Harry? Yes! That was me! That was him! I jumped down the last six stairs, pushed the door open and jumped as I exited, whooping. True, I was awkward, but what did it matter? We were together! Harry was my guy! Crazy as it might seem he had chosen me. And I never wanted it to end.

Notes from the author: Aren't they gorgeous? I love so-called Sex-god Draco and genuine Sex-god Harry. So yeah, PLEASE review and I hope you enjoyed it loads. And yeah, this story is for you, Chi :P