Moonstruck
A Harry Potter fan fiction by IchigoGalaxy
Disclaimer: All associated characters and settings belong to their respectful owner, J. K Rowling.
Warning: Rated M for M/M pairing, mature content, and language
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Enticement
Draco Malfoy made his way down the familiar route back to the Apparition point. It was almost dawn and he was in a hurry to get back and have a relaxing day off, especially since he had to wake up so early. He didn't like being out this early on a Sunday morning, or any morning for that matter. But the merchant had been adamant about being there early, before first light, if he was to get what he wanted.
Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted.
His bag swung at his side, heavy with ingredients needed for various potions. He scanned the area as he walked, constantly alert to any unwanted visitors. He hated Muggle London, but the seller took no chances with delivery and thought it was safer to do business there. Draco thought otherwise as he passed a group of drunken teenagers on one corner still trying to party at almost five in the morning. He kept walking until he reached the magically protected alley. He had just turned the corner when he stopped dead in his tracks.
There was a body sprawled out on the ground right next to the Apparition point.
At first Draco's feet seemed to the glued to the spot. What the hell was going on? He took out his wand and casted a few spells that would reveal any hidden persons. There was no one else around. He focused on the body and waved his wand over the person as he cautiously approached. They seemed to be alive, but passed out. He frowned. The light was still too poor to see anything too clearly, but he could see it was a man. His legs and arms were bare and he had no shoes on. But when he got close enough, there were two things that he saw simultaneously that made him gasp in absolute shock.
First: This man was wearing the most ridiculous pair of women's lingerie.
Draco dragged his eyes up the man's slender legs to the pair of panty's that barely covered the man's package. He could almost see through the thin lacy material. He averted his eyes. The sheer top had a slit up the front and Draco could see the man's hard abs on display.
But second - and this made Draco want to laugh and recoil at the same time; it made his mouth want to water and go dry at the same time, and it unexpectedly turned him on - because secondly, this man was undeniably Harry Potter.
To say that Draco Malfoy was confused was a colossal understatement. He literally could not understand what he was seeing or why for that matter. What the hell was Potter doing passed out in the middle of Muggle London? And why in the name of Salazar Slytherin was he wearing that? This man was an Auror! At the very least he must have some sort of dignity to uphold, surely. But here he was as plain as day.
Draco closed the distance even slower than before as if, if he went any faster, Potter would wake up and hex Draco to hell and back for seeing him in such a state - which was entirely plausible. He squatted to examine Potter more closely. Draco's eyes darted around and took in every detail. Potter's flushed face and slightly elevated breathing, his toned arms and legs, the wanton way of which they were spread, his pale thighs. Draco's eyes seemed to be stuck on the panties. Draco would be lying if he said Potter didn't look hot as hell at the moment.
"Fucking hell," He hissed and wrenched his eyes from the man's nearly visible cock. That effectively put a halt to all the scandalous thoughts involving what he would do with it. Now the light was coming in fast and Draco needed to get out of there. He thought about leaving him there until he slept it off, if only Draco could be there to see Potter's embarrassment. Priceless. But no, he couldn't do that. How could he pass up something like this? The fates were in his favor. And besides, whatever Potter was on had him really messed up and Draco could fix that without the aid of a Mediwizard.
With his mind made, he pushed his bag to his elbow and hooked his hands under Potter's arms to lift him, but grunted when he realized how heavy he was. So along with a levitation spell, Draco managed to stand Potter up and lean him against his body for support. Potter mumbled as he woke up a little. Draco froze. He didn't know what would happen if Potter fully awakened, but thankfully he didn't. Potter only whined a little before throwing his arms around Draco's neck and nuzzling his face.
Draco's eyebrows shot up. It was all just so unexpected. Potter's body was warm and Draco could feel every bit of it pressed hard over his. He could smell Potter's hair and his own unique scent that caused Draco's traitorous body to heat up in more ways than one. He had to fight to stay focused. He shifted Potter's dead weight more comfortably, pulled out his wand, and Disapparated.
Draco stumbled when they Apparated into his home. He almost fell and cured as he fought to keep Potter from falling. The rough movements woke Potter a bit, but he was still incoherent. Draco reapplied the levitation spell and pulled Potter to his bedroom and practically threw him on the bed. Draco rearranged his limbs so they wouldn't be at awkward angles. He took this chance to get a good look at him with the better light and noted that the lingerie was a deep green color that surely brought out his eyes.
Sex. That was the only word that Draco's brain could dredge up. Oh a whim, Draco went to his dresser and pulled out a camera. Take a picture, it'll last longer. Right? Sure, Draco could do that. Potter wouldn't be the wiser and Draco was sure it would come in handy later. After he took the picture, he carefully replaced the camera and went to another room for his home-stock of potions. He pulled an organ repair potion, a purging potion and a headache potion from his shelves. Potter had Muggle drugs in his system that needed out. As he returned to his room, the sight of Potter in his bed made him want to sexually assault him, but he refrained of course.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly slapped Potter in the cheek. His eyes fluttered open and he frowned in confusion.
"Here, Potter." Draco pushed the mouth of the organ potion to Potter's lips first and slowly poured it into his mouth. Potter swallowed quickly before he could choke. Draco did the same with the purging potion. They would take about thirty minutes to fully finish working and he would wake up by that time. Draco could take a quick shower in the meantime.
His shower ended up being longer than he anticipated due to his raging hard-on that refused to go away. By the time he made it back to his bedroom, Potter was sitting up in Draco's bed with an expression of absolute horror on his face. Draco watched his emerald eyes go up and down Draco's body, which was only clad in a towel wrapped low around his waist, almost as an afterthought.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Potter yelled.
Draco smirked, "This happens to be my house, Potter. There's a headache potion you should take on the night table if you need it." He turned to his closet and dug around for moment. He scrutinized a pairs of pants and shirts before settling on one of each.
"Like hell I will!"
Draco turned around with the clothes in hand and raised an eyebrow. Then he shrugged, "Suit yourself. I have nothing to gain by poisoning you, Potter. It's for your benefit, not mine." He decided against telling him that he had already given him something of his.
Potter eyed him suspiciously, then reached over and snatched the potion from the small table. He downed its contents before slamming it back on the table. Draco, unimpressed, went to his dresser to look in there. After a moment, he threw the clothes on the bed in front of Potter.
"I doubt you want to remain in those garments, though they do fit you quite nicely, I must say." Draco deliberately let his eyes look down Potter's shamelessly clad body - still in that fucking lingerie - then back up to meet Potter's eyes. Draco was pleased to see a faint blush on his face.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." Potter seethed.
"My, my, what a dirty mouth you have. I wonder what else you do with it. Anyway," Draco pressed on as Potter opened his mouth, "those clothes should fit you. You can take a shower if you like. When you leave you can use the floo; the wards won't let you Apparate." Draco went back to his closet for another set of clothes. When he turned back, Potter hadn't moved.
"Problem?"
Potter seemed to struggle for a moment. "Why the hell are you helping me? Why are you doing all this?" He indicated the situation with a sweep of his arm.
Draco sighed, "I guess you could look at it as returning a favor. What were you doing there like that in the first place?" Draco had been waiting to ask him that and he needed to know.
The other man opened his mouth, and then closed it. "But you hate me, you always have. And what favor could you possibly be returning to me?"
Draco laughed bitterly; the man was still as dense as ever, "Believe it or not, I've pretty much gotten over our petty childhood feuds. Honestly, it's been years now. We're both adults and I frankly don't have the time or desire to care about what you're doing all the time, as I'm sure is the same for you." Draco didn't say exactly what he was thinking, because Potter had no idea how much Draco owed him.
"Really," Draco continued, "You're lucky it was me who found you and not some Potterphile."
When Potter laughed, the sound was startlingly pleasant and Draco grinned too. Potter gave him a sly look.
"Thanks, I guess. For at least not taking advantage of me."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Draco said casually. He pulled out a pair of silk underwear and began untying the towel around his waist.
"Right." Potter said and scrambled off the bed. He made a bee-line for the bathroom. This allowed Draco to finish getting dressed, fix his hair, and go make tea. He still planned to relax for the rest of the day before going to work tomorrow. He needed his tea to help him relax. He was all wound up with Potter in his house, not to mention being in his bed.
Draco was calmly sipping his tea when Potter came in the dining room. And damn if Potter didn't look good in Draco's clothes too. The prat looked good in anything.
"Tea?" Draco asked.
"No thanks, I need to get back. I'm expected somewhere soon."
"Date with the Weaselette?"
Potter gave him a funny look, "It's none of your business, Malfoy"
Draco was not fazed, "Why were you wearing that? What the hell were you doing out in the open with it on? Were you on some sort of date?" Potter had never answered his previous question, his brain was going double-time coming up with scenarios, one crazier than the next.
Potter looked down at the balled up lingerie in his hands then back up to Draco. Potter licked his lips. Draco leaned forward.
"Definitely none of your business. I'm leaving now, thank you for your help." Potter went to find where the floo was. Draco jumped up and followed.
"Just simple human curiosity, Potter. Do tell, I'm dying to know." Literally, he thought.
Potter made it to the floo and grabbed a handful of floo powder. "I'm leaving now," Harry repeated as he stepped in. "I'll return your clothes as soon as possible." Potter yelled the Leaky Cauldron and was engulfed in green flames, leaving Draco just standing there with all of his unanswered questions.
"Well, damn." Draco said.
