Muahahhaha! My second story is up! Finally!!! I have been running around for the plot bunny for this one for a while now, until I finally decided to get it out and onto paper…erm…computer…whatever. ^^

So anyways….. here is the story. I must say before anyone asks though, yes it is a HPDM story, but at the start there will be some CWDM, so if you don't like it, deal with it. ^^ Just kidding, but it won't be permanent, I swear.

Summary:

For Draco Malfoy, life consists of three things; flirting, sex and just having fun. However, a chance meeting with Charlie Weasley lands him in a different place, where love and commitment are part of the plan. When a certain Harry Potter offers him a chance at the game, what will he choose to do? And will Harry manage to catch the elusive blonde before he disappears from his life?

Chapter 1

Draco smiled sensually at the young man in front of him, brushing a lock of hair away from his face so that his eyes were completely free to gaze on Drew with a fakely innocent sort of lust. Drew, in turn brought a hand forwards to wrap it around Draco neck and pull the blonde forwards, although the low table between them didn't allow Drew to press all the way. Draco resisted lightly, allowing their faces to come extremely close, but not so their lips touched. He let out a breathy chuckle, letting his eyelids fall to half-mast.

"Eager, aren't you?"

His present interest growled deep in his throat.

"Draco..."

"Mhmm?" Draco stuck his tongue out a little so that it grazed the other's lips, before pulling it back. He placed his hands on the table to stop the other from pulling him forwards forcefully. Drew frowned.

"Draco..." his tone lowered in warning, so that it was barely heard over the sound of the music in the club around them.

"What is it?" the blonde's instead, didn't lose the silky tone on top. Draco was completely sure that if the brunette lost tact, he could be out of this in a heartbeat, and so felt completely relaxed. He had been doing this for a while, after all.

"Dammit, kiss me already!"

Draco purred deep in his throat. Drew could've easily been a Slytherin, if not for his tendency to foolishly follow his emotions half of the time, and to blurt out his thoughts tactlessly when he was becoming desperate. But the pride which ran along his blood was as potent as even Draco's. And so the blonde had decided to, before the end of the night, make the other boy beg for him, if only to inflate his ego just a bit more.

He leaned forwards, barely flitting his lips against the other's before drawing back, holding the other's gaze as he licked his lips. Drew let out a low moan at the seductive display.

"Dra...please."

Draco was almost surprised as the man conceded half-way through his sentence. Didn't expect him to break that quickly. However, he rewarded the other by leaning forwards completely and allowing the other's tongue to ravish his mouth. Drew was almost immediately at the other side of the table, pulling the blonde as close to him as possible. Draco had to work on relaxing his body, the close contact making his skin crawl with disgust, which he tried to repress. He knew it wasn't disgust of Drew, per se, but it might as well have been, for how much he yearned to push the other away and demand if he'd ever heard about personal space. But then again, he had asked for this. In his own, rather misunderstood way.

One of Drew hands descended to grip as Draco's ass. At this, the blonde ended the kiss, ignoring the sense of relief flooding his mind now that the claustrophobic feeling was gone. Instead, he narrowed his eyes playfully at Drew.

"Tut tut. Did I give you permission to grope? Hm? Did I?"

Contradictorily to his words, he swayed his hips to the beat of the music around him, taking a step backwards, beckoning Drew to follow him. However, a guy passing by stopped and dipped his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Want to dance?" he murmured.

Draco's gaze shifted to Drew, who was looking at him with a mixture of anger -though that was mostly directed at the guy behind him- apprehension, and possessiveness. That last one made up his mind. Entwining his arms behind the other guy's head, he leaned his body backwards so that he was pressed against the man, his lips at his ear.

"That would be a pleasure," he purred, making sure his tongue brushed slightly against the other's earlobe. The man grinned, wrapping both arms around Draco's waist and practically dragging the blonde to the dance floor. Draco felt a moment of regret as Drew's face disappeared, swallowed by the huge group of people he was currently sinking into.

He was a good person, and probably hadn't deserved to be thrown away in such away. However, Draco's survival instincts quickly moved in, to indicate that he'd already started getting possessive, and a break later on would be much worse than one now.

As soon as they neared the center of the dance floor, the man started dancing, keeping his arms on Draco's waist and forcing the blonde to move his body right against his. Not that he minded, of course. Draco grinned, knowing that the other teen couldn't see it, and grounded leisurely against the other man, who moaned loudly before pressing Draco so close to his body that they were moving at exactly the same pace.

After a few moments, Draco managed to unwind himself from the man's arms enough to turn around and look at his face.

The man was handsome and looked to be just a few years older than himself. He was well built and stocky, but not in a bad way. The only thing Draco could've complained about was that his hair was the Weasley shade of red.

The man gave him an once-over before meeting his eyes directly.

"Draco Malfoy. Never expected to meet you of all people here."

Draco's eyes widened, and he pushed the other away harshly in surprise. A wizard here?! Oh god, I have to get outside fast. Before he could flee, however, the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. Draco stiffened. He didn't have his wand, and he didn't have much control over his wandless magic yet, although if forced to he supposed he could hurt he other enough that he'd have time to escape.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything, I won't tell anyone. You probably don't know who I am either, although I have heard a lot about you from my little brother."

Draco's mind twirled for a moment before his eyes widened comically. "You...you're a Weasley?"

The teen smirked. "As if the hair wasn't enough of a give-away."

Draco smiled in spite of himself, but his expression turned serious almost immediately.

"My name is Charlie, and yes I'm a Weasley. However, I'm more curious about you. What are you doing here, in a Muggle Club, dancing and flirting with whoever crosses your path?"

At Charlie's words, Draco's panic eased into calmness as his mind processed the information. His lips turned upwards in a sensual smirk as he leaned forwards into Charlie.

"But Charlie," he said, practically purring the name. "I'm having fun here. Aren't I allowed to have fun?" As he was a few centimeters smaller than the red-head, he stood on his tip-toes so that his eyes were just a fraction bellow the other man's. As he spoke, he let them drop-to half mast, and his voice turn into a low, seductive tone. The other man's pupils dilated.

So easy.

"Never said you didn't." Charlie's voice had dropped an octave, and the amusement that had been in his eyes before had disappeared to be replaced by something else. Draco nearly snarled, but instead merely leaned further into Charlie's embrace. Of course. Years of enmity towards the Malfoy family and all it takes to have them as slobbering fools in my hands are a few pretty words. Although I guess the looks don't hurt.

Charlie pulled Draco closer and they started to move rhythmically to the beat once again. Draco closed his eyes, feeling the music encompass him, more welcome than any human contact he'd ever felt.
But his arms feel nice, his inner voice chided. Draco scoffed mentally, but his lips twitched. Maybe I'll keep him around for a while.

As the song ended, Charlie pulled the blonde away from the mass of moving bodies to sit at the bar. He ordered a couple drinks and then just sat there, looking at Draco. The blonde, quickly becoming uncomfortable with the gaze directed at him, opted for conversation.

"So, Charlie, what brings you here? I'd have thought that you'd be with your family on a Saturday night."

Charlie shook his head, lifting the shot the barman had just placed in front of him and downing it.

"Let's just say my family didn't appreciate my clothing selection."

Draco's eyebrows rose. "So you actually are gay?"

Charlie smirked, but there seemed to be a sort of sadness behind the gesture.

"No, I randomly go up to blokes like you and grind into them. But I'm as straight as a cauldron, I swear."

Draco, who had just raised his glass and taken a sip, nearly choked on the drink. After a little bit of gentle coughing, he turned his grey eyes on the Weasley.

"I meant, did you just tell them about you? When?" he asked.

The red-head shrugged. "About a fortnight ago. We were in the house, having dinner, and it just sort of slipped out. I didn't realize it until I noticed everyone at the table had gone silent all of a sudden. Of course my family, being pure-bloods and all, hold high regard for ancient beliefs. Such as that gay wizards are evil and corrupt small children." He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, turning his eyes on the blonde. "How did your family react?"

Draco took another, longer drag from his glass.

"Let's just say that I seem to have suddenly been fashion impaired. I prepared for it though, as I told them willingly, rather than having it slip out," he said. Charlie grimaced.

"I can imagine their reaction though-"

"No, Charlie, you probably can't." Draco sighed, a touch of sadness in his eyes before it was suddenly erased. This was too personal for the Slytherin.

"However," he continued, getting down from his stool and walking right up to the young man in front of him, "if you want to, I'll let your other…imaginations…show through, mhmm?"

Charlie gulped, his throat suddenly dry at the proximity of the sensual blonde. He smirked, trying to hold back his inevitable reaction.

"And to what would I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Draco pressed closer.

"Would you like the blunt answer, or the sugar coated one?"

"I think I can guess the blunt one, so how about making it sweeter?"

"I want you," Draco murmured, right into his ear, "to make love to me."

Chalie bit out a strangled laugh. His pants were suddenly becoming tighter all of a sudden.

"We can't make love if we're not in love."

Draco frowned, but brought a finger to Charlie's mouth, gently pressing against his lips.

"We can always imagine, mhmm?"

Draco Malfoy awoke with a splitting headache and in a comfy bed.

Wonder who it was this time.

As he tried to get out, he felt strong arms constrict against his chest. He nearly growled in annoyance before turned ing to face his bed partner. Charlie Weasley's face greeted him, handsome in sleep and in the vague memories Draco could conjure from their night together.

He gazed at the strong lines in his face, the ruggedness come from where, Draco didn't know, but it made the mad all the handsom-er. He considered for a moment whether he'd like to continue the charade with this man for a while. At the tightening of the arms around his waist once again, Draco sighed. It seemed he didn't have much of a choice. Besides, the other man wasn't hard on the eyes at all, even if he was a Weasley. Almost as if reading his thoughts, Charlie's eyes opened drowsily, focusing on the blonde. Draco stiffened, wondering if waking up next to each other would change the other man's mind. He hoped the other wouldn't get violent. He'd heard it happen before, though not yet to him. After all, most people were either extremely happy to see him still there in the morning, or sad to not find him.

Chalie seemed a little lost for a moment, then he smiled, leaning forwards and planting a small kiss on Draco's forhead. Draco relaxed into the embrace.

"Mornin', sunshine," Charlie whispered in a voice filled with warmth. It made Draco shiver, and not in a good way. He shrugged off the bad feelings that were filling him, and instead closed his eyes, leaning even more into the other's chest.

"Morning," he murmured. The deep rumbling of the red-head's chest told the blonde that he was laughing. He looked up, a smirk on his lips.

"Mind letting me go now?"

Charlie shook his head.

"Nope. Not unless you accept to becoming my lover, at least for the time being."

Draco considered again, wondering lightly how the red-head could have known that Draco normally slept with a person and then just left. However, with the We...Charlie, he knew the choice was already made.

"Okay. At least for the time being. "

Charlie smiled at him again, this time with amusement laced into his voice.

"Very well then, my lover. Ready to go downstairs and face the parents?"

Draco groaned, digging his head into the pillow.

"Don't tell me we did it in your room, in your house, with your parents in it."

Charlie loosened his hold enough so that the blonde could look him in the eye.

"Well, excuse me for not being able to think too clearly with you as near as you were yesterday."

Draco grinned despite of himself.. Then his eyes narrowed.

"I'm not meeting your parents."

Charlie laughed good-naturedly.

"I wasn't expecting you to. I just wanted to see what your reaction would be," he said, smirking in a very Malfoy-like fashion. Draco's eyes widened before he chuckled lightly.

"How... amusing of you. Now, will you let me go so I can take a bath?"

Charlie, instead, tightened his hold on his blonde lover to give him a searing kiss before releasing him. Draco stood up, and immediately regretted it as he was pounded in the head with the forgotten hang-over.

"Ow, damn…you wouldn't happen to have any hang-over potions, would you?"

Charlie grinned, before standing from the bed and approaching the blonde, who gave him a suspicious glare.

"Oh, c'mon Draco. Don't you trust me?" he cooed with fake sweetness in his voice.

Draco softened his eyes a little, so that his gaze came out more questioning than demanding. Charlie sighed.

"I know a good spell for hangovers. A modified version of the 'Sobrietus' spell, if you will."

Draco nodded, his head hurting too much for him to put up much of a fight.

Charlie swung his wand, and Draco felt as if someone had poured a bucket-full of cold water on his head, washing with it the head-ache. As soon as the unpleasantness wore off, he shuddered.

"Thanks."

Charlie's grin turned into a full-blown smile as he leaned down to press another kiss into Draco's lips. "Don't worry about it. Now, go take that much-needed shower."

Draco sighed, but obliged happily, disappearing into the bathroom for what Charlie guessed would be the next three hours. He felt a smile creep up his lips as the blonde dissapeared into the adjoining room.

"Well, it seems I may have a chance after all."

Yey!!! I finished the first chappy!!! Go me…^^ C'mon people, tell me what you think! I hope this is a new twist to the old HPDM style, and that you'll like it!! Don't forget to review, or I'll set Draco on you!! ^w^

- Gabriel