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Boyfriend
Chapter 1: Attraction
The clouds cast shadows onto his face as he lay there in the grass of his backyard. Harry smiled at the sound of Hermione and Ron bickering drifting out through the kitchen window, a daily occurrence since they'd broken up 3 months ago. It had been 4 years since the war had ended, and finally Harry had managed to find peace within himself and was able to feel the happiness that other people felt in their day to day life.
Well, at least, until the other day when he had unexpected feelings rise up inside him with someone that he hadn't thought could ever evoke that kind of visceral reaction.
flashback
Harry wandered through the streets of muggle London, the sun beating down on his head. People crowded the streets on one of the few good days of the year. Girls in shorts and guys in tanks took the chance to show of their skin.
Harry ducked into a muggle record store; he had recently bought an old turntable and had set it up in his living room. Luckily his house didn't have the problem with muggle devices that Hogwarts had.
He wandered through the rows of records before coming to a stop at the shelves in front of the store window. He was flicking through records and saw through the window a group of young women following a guy down the street, whispering and giggling.
Maybe it was someone famous?
He looked at the guy. He was tall, about 6"1' or 6"2' he guessed, with chin length platinum blond hair that was swept to the side, hiding his face from Harry's view. He wore tight black dress pants and blue and white pinstriped shirt with a red tie. He had his hands in his pockets as his long legs carried him down the street.
Harry gaze followed him, admiring the way his pants made his ass look fantastic and the obvious lean muscle that showed through his shirt. Harry felt his loins stir and almost groaned aloud as want started stirring within him.
It was then that the good-looking stranger turned around and Harry realized for the first time that he knew him.
It was Draco Malfoy.
flashbackend
Harry moaned aloud and rolled over, burying his face in the grass.
He had known for a while now, but had never admitted to anyone, that he was bisexual. After a drunken exploration of the muggle bar scene in London one night, he had ended up in the bed of a muggle boy two years his senior and deliciously sexy in a rumpled artist kind of way.
Harry hadn't been a virgin in a long time. He and Ginny had a "celebration" a couple of days after the Final Battle, the relationship however barely lasted two months after that, the two of them splitting amiably and remaining friends. He had had flings with a few girls since then, he occasional one-night-stand even, but no one that had made him want to settle into a relationship. However, this one drunken night, with a guy no less, he wrote off as a drunken mistake that would never know the light of day.
He tried to forget about it, went on dates with a few women, but it didn't necessarily feel right. He was definitely still attracted to women, but he was also attracted to men.
Harry reddened; he still felt embarrassed when he thought about a guy in a sexual way. I was as if he were an inexperienced teenager again.
"Harry, do you want to come to Merlin Mall with us!" Hermione's shout through the kitchen window drew Harry out of his daze.
"Sure!" Harry rolled over to his front and then stood up in one smooth movement. His Auror training had helped him attain a grace of movement few acquired; even Ron had gotten his ling limbs under control. Harry wandered in through the backdoor and the smell of gingerbread cookies greeted him. Hermione had been on a baking spree ever since Harry had a traditional muggle kitchen installed in his newly acquired home.
Harry slid his feet into his boots sitting by the back door and grabbed his leather jacket off the hook. Ron grinned at him as he ran down the stairs and through the kitchen before disappearing through to the living room.
When Harry had originally bought the house it had just been him, however he missed having a house full of people after living in the Auror trainee barracks for two years. Soon after he invited Hermione and Ron to move in, though Hermione would only be there during the holidays since she was now a Professor at Hogwarts. She had the downstairs bedroom, next to the front door and across the hall from the library/study. Harry and Ron occupied two of the three bedrooms upstairs, the third being more of a storage area at that moment.
Harry strode through the hallway to the front door, Hermione emerged her honey curls tamed and frizz free.
"Ready?" She asked, wand at the ready. Harry nodded and Ron came running.
"Hold up!" He knocked his head on the doorframe, being 6'4" he tended to do that a lot. Hermione laughed and opened the front door, the moment she stepped onto the stoop she disappeared with a crack. Ron followed suit and before Harry disapparated too, he muttered the usual locking charms as well as an alarm jinx as well. After a few stalkers he was careful with his home.
Harry reached into his wand holster (similar to a gun holster) and drew his wand. He then turned on the spot and disapparated.
During the war Diagon Alley was severely damaged, and four years later it was still in a state of upheaval and refurbishment. However the wizarding population of London needed somewhere to shop and gather. That's when Merlin Mall popped up, near Piccadilly Circus. It had similar shops to what Diagon Alley had, but many of the original businesses had gone bankrupt. This allowed new ones to try and make their way in the community.
Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived in the designated apparition station, near the pedestrian entrance. It was a gleaming room of pewter tiles and skylights.
Harry walked out into the bustling avenue, his senses assaulted by young children yelling, vendors hawking their wares and the cracks of apparition behind him. He grinned and pushed Ron and Hermione in front of him down the street.
"I just have to make a stop at Braggart's Books. I need to make a final decision on what textbooks to assign for the 6th and 7th year Arithmancy students." She hurried off to the bookstore, a broad smile on her tanned face.
Ron laughed. "Always the bookworm. Do you want to head to Madam Malkins? I need a new holster, mines just about had it." Ron had become rather broad and muscled, and had stretched the seams of his leather holster rather thin across the back of his shoulders.
"Nah might just head on down to the Loony, grab a beer." It was the perfect afternoon to sit outside in the sun with a nice cold beer. He was just about salivating at the thought.
Ron nodded. "Sounds good, I'll join you after. I'll let Hermione know too. Maybe she'll turn up after she's done. I doubt it though. She is a girl after all, might be here till closing." He chuckled and gave a half wave as he headed down the left side of the street.
Harry shrugged on his jacket, and pulled his shaggy black fringe over his forehead. He wandered down the street, occasionally stopping and looking at window displays. He noticed a comic book in one with moving pictures of him fighting Voldemort at the Final Battle. After all this time still trying to capitalize on something that nearly destroyed the very foundations of their world.
The alley ended in a dead end, and the Loony was a bar that spilled out onto the street with wooden tables and candles in glass jars floating above them.
Harry strolled into the dark interior and headed straight for the bar. On weekends, amateur bands played on the small stage other nights there was a jukebox made by WWW standing next to the bar. There were intimate booths around the perimeter of the bar and high bar tables around the place. He spotted Seamus at the bar, the resident bartender, when he was concocting drinks that would even blow the tail off a dragon.
"Hiya Harry! What'll it be?" Seamus grinned at him as he flicked his wand and a cloth started to polish the cleaned glasses.
Harry leant on the bar, his leather jacket creaking as it stretched across his shoulders.
"Uh... Gimme a pint of whatever's on tap. Thanks" He sat down on one the stools at the bar, leaning back with his elbows on the bar and boots crossed in front of him.
The bar was busy, as it was wont to do on a sunny Saturday afternoon. It looked as if a bachelor party was well under by the looks of one corner of the bar. Men laughing loudly and empty classes crowding the table. It looked as if the groom had a bra strapped to the top of his head. Harry half-smiled, remembering George's bachelor party before his wedding to Angelina. He might have possibly been more drunk then, than that time in London...
Harry's smile dropped when that thought crossed his mind. It was at the moment that Seamus handed him his beer. He swallowed half his glass then and there. One of the guys in the bachelor group saw Harry watching them and winked at him. He grinned back, the guy was pretty hot, dark brown hair and a grin to die for.
Fuck. He was definitely into guys.
He shook his fringe out of his eyes, grabbed his glass and walked outside to one of the tables. Just as he sat down he felt the hairs prickle on the back of his neck as if someone was watching him. He turned and looked around him but couldn't see anyone. He shrugged and sat down, the sun shone right into his eyes so he pulled out a pair of black square shaped sunglasses. He had gotten rid of his glasses when he entered the Auror training force, as they contributed too greatly to him being recognized by the general public.
He was near the bottom of his glass when Ron came strolling down the street, his long legs eating up the pavement in the space of any normal wizards two strides. Ron's hair was tied back in a short pony and a dark red shadow graced his jaw.
Ron reached the bar and straddled the bench in front of him. Seamus came out and greeted the two laughing jovially at something. Harry, however, was off in a daydream, thinking about the encounter he had had on the previous Tuesday. The same feeling he had in his stomach then rose up again now, arousal fighting it's way to the surface. Draco Malfoy was definitely the last person he ever expected to have a gut-wrenching attraction for. Shit.
Draco lounged in one of the booths of the Loony, Firewhisky in his hand. Across from him sat long time friend Blaise Zabini. They were celebrating Draco's new job as Assistant Professor of Potions. Now that Snape was Headmaster he couldn't teach all his normal classes and run the school. So he had hired Draco, who was now a potions master in his own right, to teach 1st years through to the 5th years and Snape would just teach the advanced classes.
He took a sip of his drink and raised an eyebrow at Blaise as he flirted with the barmaid. He shook his head and stared out the window. There were a few tables occupied, but at one table there was one of the hottest guys Draco had seen, well the back of him anyway.
He had black hair, short at the back, long fringe at the front. Gorgeously rumpled. He had long muscled legs clad in tight denim and a black biker jacket stretched across his wide back. The mystery guy tilted his head back as he took a drink of his beer and the profile of his face was slightly obscured by the sun. Draco knew he was staring, but it had been a while since he'd last... Done anything. Gay or not, this man was gorgeous.
It was at this moment that a big redheaded bear of a man sat down in front of this guy. It was at that moment that Draco realized who the mystery man was... Harry Potter. An angry scowl appeared on his face, though the arousal in his lap was slower to dissipate. He saw the two of them laughing at something and turned to scowl at his drink instead. Not only did it have to be Harry Potter, it had to be he straightest man alive. He'd seen pictures of him splashed across the newspapers gadding about with various scantily clad women.
Ugh, how hard was it to find a good looking wizard who was gay? In the olden days bisexuality and homosexuality was rampant in the wizarding community. It was kept under wraps sure, but about one quarter of the population was bent.
He glanced around the crowded, shadowy bar. Convinced that he would end up miserable and alone. He looked back out the window in time to Ron and Harry picking up their glasses and heading back into the bar.
Harry and Ron wandered back up to the bar and nodded to Seamus who immediately went about setting them up with a couple more beers.
Once liquored up they headed over to one of the bar tables and stood there, eyeing up the 'talent.' Ron caught the eye of a busty blonde over in the corner and walked over to her with a twinkle in his eye and a swagger in his step.
Harry sighed and glared into his beer. He hated being so fucking shy.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of polished black shoes come to a stop next to his table. Harry looked up, the surprise of who was standing in front of him written all over his face.
"Ma-malfoy. What are you doing here?"
end.
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