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I wrote this story in three days and had fun writing it. The reason why I made this story in the first place is because I wanted to finish something. I finished it and I wanted to share it. :) There will be three chapters, so stick around if you liked this first chapter.
I also want to thank Insomiak (.net/u/546999/Insomiak) for beta'ing this, without her this story would be filled with mistakes and bad grammar. :)
1.
When Draco Malfoy first stepped into Harry's office on a Friday at seven in the evening, he couldn't help but think how small it was for someone with the appellation of Head Auror. The desk was large, but filled with parchment, quills, reports and letters Harry probably yet had to read. The man was sitting behind it, looking stressed and exhausted. Draco couldn't help but feel guilt wash over him upon seeing the Gryffindor.
Draco coughed softly to announce his presence.
"Malfoy," Harry said, looking up at him wonderingly. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"I have an offer for you."
"An offer? What kind?"
"You get Ginny back and in return you have to spend twenty-four hours with me," Draco said seriously.
He had kidnapped Ginny a week ago. He was keeping her in his holiday cottage in a little village in France. Her wand was in his possession, and he had locked her up in the house. The spell he´d cast made sure she couldn't get out and if she did get out, Draco would be aware of it instantly. She had enough food for about a lifetime, and Draco had told her he wasn't going to hurt her or anything. He'd said he needed something from her and he was going to Obliviate her mind afterwards. The redhead didn't agree with that of course, but without wand she couldn't do much. He'd waited five days to get to Harry, hoping the man would accept his offer after searching his fiancé for that time.
His former enemy just laughed at him in the face. "You know I could arrest you right now."
"Sure," Draco nodded.
"I could get the truth out of you any moment."
"Without a doubt."
"So why, Malfoy, should I for an instance consider going with you?"
"I need 24 hours to make you fall in love with me," he explained.
Harry laughed at him in the face. He stood up from his chair and came to stand just a few inches from where Draco was. If it was to intimidate him, it wasn't working.
After Harry had thought about it for a bit, he said: "I need the memory of Ginny's residence and the assurance that she's safe and healthy. I need the possibility that whenever I want to put an end to it, I can."
"Oh, Ginny's safe and well. I think she might be rather enjoying herself with all those books I left her. And yes, I will give you the memory."
The Gryffindor squeezed his eyes a bit, perhaps to take a better look at him. Not that it mattered, Draco knew he was wearing his nicest robes and his hair was fine as well. Harry then stepped back, walked over to his bookshelf and handed him a vial. Draco did as Harry had asked and handed him the memory.
"I can tell you're up to something. You're either going to kidnap me in my sleep or slit my throat or make me reveal every little secret I know. I'm perfectly able to perform any spell without a wand and I rather enjoy my karate sessions, may you ever do something... Touchy."
"Touchy? Well, I'm afraid you have to get rid of that last rule, Harry. There's only one bed."
"You'll be sleeping on the floor then," Harry stated, but Draco had already seen his twinkling eyes. His challenge was accepted.
"A Malfoy... Sleeping on the floor? Pfft, you really do need to get to know me, Harry."
Harry really had no idea why he had agreed to spend 24 hours in his old enemy's company. Clearly, the man had changed. Not in appearance though, he did still look rather... well, but Harry could tell the man had done some soul-searching in the last three years. He had certainly caught Harry's interest in some way he couldn't quite place. The blonde used to stroll around picking on everyone and everything, but something in the way Draco assured Harry that she was entirely safe, made Harry believe that his girlfriend really was. Besides, Ginny was a big girl, he'd bet she could find a way out of the house if she wanted to. She could've sent her Patronus to the Weasley's without her wand if she wanted to, he had taught her that trick a while ago, so they could reach each other in case there was an emergency. There had never been one, but Harry was sure his fiancé still knew how to cast it.
Maybe it was because Draco had challenged him and Harry loved challenges. He always had. Whether if it was to find some Horcruxes or playing a simple game of Wizards' Chess with Ron. And his job hadn't been really challenging as of late. Now that most Death Eaters were locked up in Azkaban, the Aurors were spending more and more time in their offices, or got simple tasks like Obliviating the memories of some Muggles. They hadn't been taking on fresh graduates, simply because there was less work than in the past. What once had seemed to be a challenging job had turned out to be a 9 to 5 he began to despise more and more.
Draco, who hadn't stopped grinning in the half an hour Harry had been in his company, had taken him to a cosy restaurant. The man really had great manners and he really had chosen the restaurant well, but Harry didn't want to admit that. He acted like he went to fancy restaurants all the time, which he actually never did. Ginny, like him, would rather have dinner at the Weasley's.
So when Draco ordered duck and some - most likely - expensive wine, Harry ordered the lamb with mint-basil pesto, which was the most expensive dish on the menu. Harry smiled innocently at Draco after the waitress had gone, which made Draco's grin even wider.
"You sure know how to search the dish with the highest price," Draco said, not a bit taken aback by Harry's drive for the lamb.
"I didn't know it mattered," Harry retorted, smiling innocently.
"Oh, it doesn't. It's actually a rather good choice."
"That I hope," he said. "So, Malfoy, what is-"
"Do call me Draco."
"So, Malfoy, what is it you do for living? Some kidnapping?"
"I'm a bit offended," Draco said after a moment of silence. "Haven't you ever heard of the Malfoy hotels?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Sure, I've been avoiding those for three years."
Draco grinned - when did he not? - and looked as though he wasn't sure if he should be happy about that. Harry, who had decided to enjoy himself, found it rather amusing that Draco didn't seem to know how to reply. It turned out he just went to ignore his confession, for a moment later he said: "Well, that's what I do. I own three hotels and the fourth is being built this spring."
"What, you need four hotels to take all your lovers to? "Or do you use them to store their kidnapped girlfriends?"
"It'd be boyfriends if I did that. I'm gay," Draco admitted without so much as a wonder if he should say that to Harry, because Harry was sure it wasn't know publicly.
"That makes sense," Harry said, since he was a male last time he checked. "Or not. Since I'm sure I'm not homosexual."
"In 23 hours you will not be so sure about that, Harry. Because I'm going to make you fall for me. Hard," the blonde teased him.
"Hard? Isn't a bed usually soft? You did say I'd be sleeping in one tonight."
"We," Draco corrected him, while Harry shook his head. No way he was going to share a bed with Draco Malfoy.
The meals really were delicate and so was the wine, but the best part of it all was Harry's smile and his behaviour. Draco had expected the bloke to act like a child wanting some Every Flavour Beans, but he seemed to be enjoying himself rather well. This Draco found a bit strange and unsettling, but better, he thought. He wanted to kiss those lips tonight and get that ass in bed by tomorrow. To achieve that though, Harry needed more wine; he hadn't had more than two glasses.
"I think my duck's rather delicious, if I may say so. How's the lamb?" He asked Harry.
"It was a bit too cold for my personal flavour when it got severed and the sauce is a bit too spicy, but all in all I'd say it's a rather well-made dish."
"Do tell me about those personal flavours," he joked.
"Are you asking for my bedroom-secrets, Malfoy? I thought we agreed that you wouldn't make me reveal my secrets," the Gryffindor said.
"I'm not making you, but I wouldn't mind if you did."
Harry laughed then, making Draco want to kiss those lips desperately. Draco sighed slightly, reminding himself again that he had to keep his guts under control. He wouldn't want the Boy-Who-Lived to become the Boy-Who-Ran.
"The wine too, was rather well-chosen. Care for another glass, Harry?"
"Are you fishing for compliments, Malfoy? But yes, I would like another glass. My throat is getting a bit dry."
Draco smiled and poured the raven-haired man another glass, before filling his own as well. He was rather glad about how things were going. Harry might not be considering it now, but he would make Harry see that Draco, was actually a rather handsome, kind man. And after Draco had gotten the bloke in his bed, Harry wouldn't want to not have him there. Ever.
While finishing their plates, Harry more or less admitted that he had his doubts about marrying Ginny. That he loved the Weaselette, that she was great and some other things Draco didn't like hearing. But then he'd said that she had always been more of a sister to him. So Draco told him his coming-out-story. He told him that the bloke he had had a short relationship with made him feel so at ease, that he'd felt that the bloke had understood him so well. He lied about that, because the bloke had actually been a twit who hadn't understood Draco at all, even after Draco yelled at him one night that he was an asshole and that he had hated pretty much everything the bloke did – expect for the sex, though Draco had never actually said that. He just hoped that Harry would compare their soon-to-be-relationship with Draco's old one, and would realize that Draco is actually the most beautiful boyfriend he could've ever hoped for.
Draco had had feelings for him ever since he'd seen Harry at Hogwarts three months ago when they had remembered the battle three years earlier. Harry had been giving a speech, and had looked so good. His voice had been mesmerising to Draco and he had been so honest about everything he'd gone through, Draco couldn't help but admire the Gryffindor after Harry was done talking. The raven-haired man had gone through so much more than Draco had thought at first, and it really had been Harry who saved the Wizarding World. Draco had always thought the Gryffindor had had help from Dumbledore and who knew who else, but Draco had been fairly wrong. It really had been Harry all along.
After Draco had listened to the Gryffindor's speech, he fled. Literally. He couldn't have people seeing his hard-on from nothing more than watching Harry. How embarrassing that would have been.
"So, Draco," Harry said, because Draco had mentioned another time to call him Draco. "Where are we going next?" They stood outside of the restaurant and London was preparing to go to bed, the streets empty and desolate.
"It's up to you. We could go to a bar I'm rather fond of or we could go home."
"A bar you're rather fond of?" Harry asked, clearly thinking about some gay bar. Not that Draco didn't go to those, but he hadn't meant that.
"Karaoke," Draco explained, which had Harry laughing his ass off, looking at him, saying: "You? Karaoke? You've got to be kidding me."
"It's fun," he scowled. "Come on, let's try it. I bet you have an awful voice as well."
"No way I'm going there. I'm not humiliating myself, Draco."
"Ah, please," Draco said a bit childishly. "Wait. You have no choice. You're going."
"What do I get in return?" Harry asked, still laughing about the Draco-Malfoy-Karaoke?-thing.
"You just got wine, lamb and a chipolata bavarois! Geez, if I had known you were so much work..."
"If this is what you call work, you mustn't do much," Harry teased.
"I have to kidnap girlfriends, right?" Draco joked, before he went on his way to the karaoke bar. It was perhaps a fifteen-minute walk, which Draco preferred at the moment. With his stomach filled with such delicious dishes, he was sure the short sickness he always felt after Apparating wouldn't do him good. Besides, he got to touch Harry accidentally, when the man came to walk next to him.
Just about 22 hours to go.
Like the restaurant, the karaoke bar was owned by a Muggle. After they both ordered a pint, Harry said that he really didn't understand what was so fun about karaoke. Besides, he said he didn't know many Muggle songs, especially not the latest popular songs. Draco had thought about this, of course. Surely Harry knew some eighties songs from being raised as a Muggle. It wasn't like those awful Muggles he had called family had never listened to the radio, right? And Draco, well, he would learn every song in the charts from 100 years back until now if that would make Harry fall for him.
"There must be a reason why there are about ten people here. Perhaps it's because it's a karaoke bar," Harry said after they had chit chatted for a bit. Ungrateful git.
"Perhaps it's because no one has the guts to actually go on stage. So, Harry, want to join me?" Draco asked the Gryffindor, reaching out his hand.
"I don't have the urge to embarrass myself, thank you very much."
"I'll embarrass you either way, 'cause I'm going to sing for you," Draco said, before he walked over to ask the bartender if he could sing a song. The bartender, Peter, whom Draco had known for a few years now, had no problem with it. He went onto the little stage, turned on the song he wanted to sing and went to stand before the microphone.
"I'd like to sing this song for Harry, because he's an adorable pain in the arse."
Harry laughed, and so did the other people in the bar. When the music started playing, Draco couldn't help but smile at the surprise on Harry's face. Oh, he was going to embarrass him.
Eyeing Harry playfully, Draco held the microphone close to his mouth and began to sing:
"Oh, something's got me so excited, baby
A feeling I've been holdin' back so long
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out on your lovin'
And boy, I can't wait to get started lovin' you."
While Draco had the urge to laugh, Harry looked like he wanted to hide under the table, not knowing if he should laugh at Draco's performance or cry.
"All night long
I've waited for your love to come
Up to the roof to show you the proof
It's you that I love, I love
And now that I can feel you coming closer to me
I'm not running
Boy, may I say
I can't wait to get it on."
He had gone off the stage and while he was dancing a bit, he walked slowly to where Harry was sitting, eyeing Harry the entire time.
"I'm gonna give it to you
All night long
I can't wait to love you, baby
I'm gonna give it to you
All night long."
Just a few steps and Draco would be reaching the table. Harry was still embarrassed, but seemed to want to enjoy it as well. He laughed and played on with the game, flirting with Draco with his eyes.
"Oh, something's got me so delighted, baby
I see your face in everything I do
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out on your lovin'
And boy, there is just no way I'll ever get over you."
His face was just a few inches from Harry's, slightly bending over the other's body. He felt Harry's tenderness and his own urge to grab the man and kiss him.
"All night long
I've waited for your love to come
Up to the roof to show you the proof
It's you that I love, I love
Up on this rooftop I'll be waiting
For your love, anticipating
Harry up and come
'Cause I can't wait to get it on
"I'm gonna give it to you
All night long
I can't wait to love you, baby
I'm gonna give it to you
All- night- long-"
Both men were smiling, Draco's lips barely touching Harry's. He looked the other in the eye, asking for permission.
"Ooh... ooh...
I'm gonna give it to you
I'm gonna give it to you."
Their lips touched, the wall between them crashing down as their mouths took over. Harry kissed him back willingly, letting Draco sit on his lap, his tongue meeting Draco's. It was better than Draco had ever expected it would be and it sure was magic in a way he'd never experienced it. It might not have been love at first sight, but it surely was love at first kiss. Draco, who always had it all and had always stood his ground, had seemed to have lost everything now. The victim(thief?) was a wizard with black hair and a pair of bright green eyes that Draco once cursed to hell and back. He regretted it all now more than ever when he kissed Harry's lips. Not only were they desperate for his, but he also felt (all) the sadness the young bloke had ever felt in his life in that kiss. Though Draco had at first wanted to sleep with him, he now wanted to never let the man go.
"Draco," Harry hissed after what had seemed to be a few hours, but had probably been just mere seconds. "I have a girlfriend and I'm going to marry her. I can't be with you - I just can't."
"I'll make you happy, Harry. Don't you see? I'll love you more, I'll stay with you forever, I'll be everything -"
"No, Draco. I'm not going to be with someone who goes around kidnapping girlfriends. I just can't - I can't."
"But why did you go with me in the first place?" Draco wondered desperately, from the chair he'd gone to sit on. "You told me you're not happy with her."
Harry didn't respond. He looked confused and angry and torn between two sides. The Gryffindor was on the edge of crying it seemed and so he did, a single tear slipping the corner of his eye. "Leave me alone," he said and before Draco could so much as respond, Harry was out of the door, making Draco feel liked he fucked it up. Hard.