Title: An Unexpected Encounter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Sexual Content. One-night-stand scenario.
Notes: I have no idea where this is going. Completely unbetaed. This is going to be updated weekly and I'm not sure how many chapters it'll be.
Summary: Draco accompanies Pansy to a party and runs into Potter.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

An Unexpected Encounter

There wasn't anything that Draco Malfoy hated more than to be set up on a blind date. What was even worse, was being taken to a party as someone's "discarded date." A discarded date party, which Draco thought was a ridiculous name, anyway, was a "blind date" party, which you took a friend to, a friend you weren't interested in.

Pansy was of course, Draco's discarded date; technically, it was the other way around but Draco would never admit that.

Pansy was dragging Draco to this party on Valentine's Day, no less. He was promised fine wine and a plethora of gay or bisexual men. He had very little hope for both scenarios.

As soon as they entered the venue, all eyes were on them. Everyone greeted Pansy with open arms and they grew stiff when they laid their eyes on Draco (probably because Draco glared at them).

The only person who didn't stiffen up, was of course, Potter. What was he doing there, anyway?

"Hey, Malfoy," Potter said, nodding.

"Hey yourself," Draco replied. It was something Pansy had taught him and he rather liked the Muggle-style greeting.

Potter grinned at Draco's response, and Draco doubted his decision rightaway. Perhaps he should've been curt instead.

"Who did you come with?" Draco asked.

"Neville." Potter gestured with his head at something that was behind Draco and Draco turned to see; Longbottom was chatting with some bloke with blue hair and Pansy. Traitor.

"So who are you looking to pull?" Potter asked after a minute when neither of them said anything.

"What do you mean?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"A man or a woman," Potter clarified. "I just ask because if it's the latter, then I'll stop wasting your time."

"Oh," Draco said. "I— I just got dragged along. I wasn't really thinking that I was going to…"

"Why not?"

Draco shrugged. "Pansy didn't want to come alone so I tagged along. I came for the wine, really." Draco took a sip from his glass then scowled at the awful taste. Fine wine, my arse.

"So do you want to get out of here?" Potter asked, suddenly a bit too close for comfort.

"Why? Don't you want to find someone here..."

"I already have," Potter said, "and I'm already picturing him naked in my bed."

"You don't waste time, do you?" Draco smiled and felt Potter's hand on the small of his back as Potter moved just a bit closer.

"Kind of my specialty," Potter replied and then murmured something; the entire room went quiet. It was as if there was no one around; Draco couldn't hear anyone else and people walked around them as if they weren't even there.

"What did you just do?" Draco struggled to no panic.

"I just gave us some privacy," Potter answered and his warm breath sent chills up Draco's spine. "Come home with." Potter nibbled on Draco's ear. "Let me show you what other tricks I have up my sleeve."

"Fuck..." Draco murmured. His cock was traitorously appreciative of the warmth of Potter's breath and the hand that was circling around Draco's back.

"That's the idea," Potter said and his other hand gently grazed Draco's erection. "I know you want it. Let's not waste any more time."

"But Pans—"

"I'm sure she'll manage to find her own Valentine's Day plans," Potter murmured and he pressed his erection against Draco's leg. "Don't make me take you right here."

Draco looked around the room and still no one was paying them any attention. "Pott—"

Potter kissed Draco before he could even finish the word. He tasted of dark chocolate and breath mint. Draco liked the taste. He finally allowed himself to turn and completely face Potter as his hands snaked around Potter's waist; their groins pressing against each other's. Draco inadvertently moaned at the pleasure of it and he could not for the life of him fathom to why he was so turned on. It was just Potter.

Potter nibbled on Draco's lower lip. "Just...let's just at least get out here? The spell won't last long."

"Okay," Draco said. Before he could get another word in, Potter had Apparated them to his flat.

Draco's heart beat ruthlessly as if it was having a go with the Whomping Willow. He was in Potter's flat, and he was going to have a one off. With Potter.

Bloody hell.