A/N: Had a plot idea, just going to see where it goes. Let me know how you like it. This won't be a long drawn out story I don't think, but who knows?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, Inc. and Warner Brothers. I make no money from this. And if I did, I would still starve to death...cuz I can't write for naught!

Rating: M

pairing: Draco/Harry

Warning: This story is slash. Sex scene in this chapter.

Bit of Honey

The rain that Draco had been dreading would start any moment began in earnest. He sighed wearily and pulled his wand to cast an "Impervius". The pavement around him glowed and he was dry again.

But not warm. No, not warm, but blazing hot. Yeah…hot.

The article in that blasted Prophet.

That stupid picture of him…

Draco's stomach churned with acid.

He swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat and glared at the darkened houses.

"This is all that stupid Tracy's fault," he mused aloud. "It's her fault that I'm basically a stalker now."

He should leave, just go. Forget the whole thing. Go home and sit by the fire. Get out of the rain, like any common dog would be doing right now.

But his feet wouldn't move.

The sound of Apparition sounded like a gun blast on the quiet street. Draco smirked and quickly stepped from the shadows.

Draco watched as he walked towards the stately townhomes, his head turned to the side, talking…

Talking to her.

"Potter."

Harry's head swiveled around and stared in shock at the blond, who was heading towards him rather menacingly.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

Draco smirked again as he saw the quick flash of fear spike through Harry's green eyes.

"I'd like a word."

"Now's not a good time, Malfoy. Maybe tomorrow."

"No," he growled, "you've avoided me long enough. Tonight…and now."

Harry stiffened and Draco noticed his clasped hands with the girl. With Weasley.

"I'm a little busy right now, as you can see." He nodded towards Ginny, who stood looking at Draco with a curious expression on her face.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "I really don't care that you're…busy," he spat, "you owe me, Potter."

Harry's lip curled. "I owe you?? I don't owe you shit, Malfoy! Leave me alone!" He turned abruptly and pulled Ginny by the hand, dragging her towards the steps of Grimmauld Place.

Draco jumped in front of him, effective blocking his way. "Like hell you don't owe me, Potter! You think you can just brush me off? After everything I've done for you..."

Harry glared at Draco, who appeared to be trying hard not to hex him right there. In fact, his hands were closing around his wand as Harry looked at him.

"What do you think you've done for me, eh? You've been nothing but a pain in my arse since I met you!"

Draco sneered but then smiled wickedly, "Oh…so it's a pain now…?

Harry's horrified expression more than made up for his cruel comment the moment before in Draco's opinion.

"Stop it," he hissed in a low voice. "Don't do this."

"A word, then."

Ginny finally decided to speak up. "Harry, it's a bit cold. Perhaps we should go inside for a drink, warm up a bit."

Harry's eyes widened and Draco smiled. "I would never have known that a Weasley could come up with a good idea."

Harry's head snapped around. "Don't you talk about her like that, Malfoy!"

Draco raised his hands in mock surrender. "Sheesh, Potter. You're so touchy. I was only kidding. She knew I was kidding." He nodded towards Ginny, who rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I knew you were kidding, Malfoy. Always the jokester."

"I aim to please."

Harry turned to Ginny. "We really don't have to do this, Ginny. I can talk to him tomorrow. He is interrupting our evening."

Draco snorted rudely and Harry refused to turn around to acknowledge him. "Gin?"

"It's OK, Harry. It must be pretty important if Malfoy is standing outside waiting for you in the rain."

Harry sighed and looked towards the sky. He turned to Draco and the blond fixed him with an icy, pointed look.

"Fine, but you're not staying long."

Harry muttered the incantation and the front door opened. All three stepped into the foyer and began removing their cloaks.

A loud pop announced the arrival of Kreacher.

"Master," he croaked, bowing low, "and Master's blood-traitor friend."

"Kreacher!"

"So sorry, Master, Kreacher is trying to not think of the blood traitors like that anymore."

Ginny just laughed. "He'll never change, Harry. Just let him be."

Kreacher reached to take her cloak. Harry handed his to the elf and Kreacher bowed again. He then looked up and saw Draco. His bulbous eyes widened.

"Master Draco! Kreacher is honored to be seeing you…again." He stole a glance at Harry, who was giving him a murderous glare.

Draco handed over his cloak. "Yes, I'm sure it is an honor. How are you, Kreacher? Have you missed me?"

Ginny turned to look at Draco. "Did you come over here a lot, Malfoy?"

Draco caught the look that Harry was giving Kreacher. He decided he didn't want to antagonize the man too much.

"Not that often."

Harry looked at Draco with an unreadable expression. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked around the hallway.

"I need a drink, Kreacher!"

"Master Draco will be wanting the slightly chilled glass of Chardonnay, or the mixture of iced tea and pumpkin juice with lemon and gently heated or the Muggle Absolut vodka with orange juice?"

Draco grinned mischievously. "Ohhh…Kreacher…you remembered! The wine."

He smiled broadly at Harry, whose face was coloring a rosy hue. Ginny was frowning, but didn't say anything.

"Harry? I'll be going up to bed, all right? I need to work on the training manual some more for the new members of the team."

Harry nodded absently and Ginny leaned up and kissed his cheek. "It's been a pleasure as always, Malfoy."

Draco pretended to tip an imaginary hat. "Weasley."

Ginny looked at Harry again, who smiled weakly. Ginny cocked her head and glanced at Malfoy, who was smirking in his patented Malfoy way. He then looked at Harry and Ginny noticed how his eyes flashed with something akin to…anger? Hatred? No, not hatred…they were past all of that.

But something that was quite passionate.

Ginny headed upstairs.

Harry turned to Draco. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked tersely.

Draco licked his lips. "I'd like that drink, if it's all the same to you."

Kreacher disappeared with a pop and Draco spun around and headed towards the small sitting room off the foyer.

Harry groaned and followed him, closing the door behind them when he entered.

He turned and said, "What-"

He gasped as a pair of silver eyes was about two inches from his own.

Draco stared at him with such intensity that Harry swallowed nervously. He tried to take a step back, but Draco's arm snaked out and held him still. He leaned closer to Harry and whispered in his ear.

"Don't you miss me?"

"Draco-"

"No…tell me you miss me."

"I can't. You shouldn't have come here."

"You wouldn't take my owls, you wouldn't see me at the Ministry. What did you expect me to do?"

"I expected you to leave me alone! Just like we agreed!" Harry said angrily.

Draco pulled back slightly. "I never agreed to that! You said that, but I believe I told you that I wouldn't!"

"You don't have any right to be here, demanding anything from me! You're married, remembered?"

"You know that doesn't mean anything, Harry! It's just business, for my family. I don't love her!"

Harry pulled away from Draco's grasp. "And that's supposed to make it right? You got married six months ago. I told you I wouldn't continue that way. It was bad enough we were sneaking all that time as it was. It's over! You need to get that through your head, Draco!"

"It's not over! It doesn't have to be, Harry. Felice won't care. It's an arranged marriage. I told you that's how pure-blood traditional families are. She told me that she had a boyfriend, but was forced to go through this with me. It can still work between us."

Harry shook his head. "No, Draco. Even if that is the case, I have moved on. With Ginny."

Draco's chest tightened. "So it's true then? What the Prophet says? You're engaged?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, it's true. We are going to be married this summer."

Draco moved closer to Harry and Harry tried to move out of the way. "Don't run, Harry. You know as well as I do where your heart really is."

Draco raised his hand and ran his fingers down the side of Harry's cheek. "Does she do what I do for you? Does she make you moan in anticipation? Does it feel as hot and tight as it does with me?"

Harry's mouth was dry. "Stop it, Draco! It's not the sex…I love her."

Draco's eyes narrowed and he roughly grabbed the large bulge tenting the front of Harry's Muggle jeans.

"Liar," he hissed, "you still love me, Harry. I can see it in your eyes. You could never hide your feelings from me, my sexy Gryffindor." His hand continued to move up and down, stroking Harry's erection. Harry let out a pained breath.

"Draco…please. Ginny's upstairs…don't….why are you doing this?"

Draco unbuttoned Harry's pants and pushed his hand inside, sighing in contentment when he felt the hot, hard warm penis. It pulsed excitedly in his hand.

"I'm doing this because you want me to, Harry. You need me to…"

Harry's hands came up and he tried to push Draco away. "No-I don't! Not anymore…"

Draco's grip tightened on Harry's cock and he slowly stroked him. "I still love you, Harry. You can't just pretend like this didn't happen. We belong together."

Harry whimpered softly. "Draco…I-I…I can't…do this. Ginny…" He let out another groan and his eyes closed.

Draco quickly unbuttoned his own pants and pulled Harry forward towards the couch. Harry resisted, but Draco captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Harry melted against the blond's soft lips. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, then pulled him close by the back of the neck, ravishing the man with kisses.

Merlin, it had been six long months without the Gryffindor.

Draco felt like he was drowning in the other man's scent, his warmth. He'd missed him more then he could have ever thought possible.

Harry was moaning against the man's mouth, his cock harder then steel. Draco felt so good against him. How he had missed him all these long months.

But Ginny…

He couldn't do this.

"Draco…stop…we can't…it's over…please." Harry struggled to extricate himself from the blond's grip.

Draco turned around suddenly, his back facing Harry and he lowered his pants, revealing his tight, firm buttocks. He murmured the lubrication charm that both of them had learned by necessity, as their clandestine trysts in the early part of their relationship warranted quick preparation.

"Harry…" Draco reached behind him and found Harry's jutting member. He pushed back against the other man, finding his puckered hole, and he rested the large cock against it.

Harry's skin was burning with need and desire. Draco was so close, his sweet slick cavern ready for him to plunge into. He'd never been able to resist Draco when he offered himself like this.

The tip of his length was just brushing the hole lightly, teasingly. Draco pushed back a little more and Harry came undone. With a grunt, he grabbed Draco's hips and he pushed himself forward, sliding into the tight, addictive sex.

It was exquisite, just as it always was and Harry knew there was no turning back. His cock had fit perfectly in Draco from the first time they had done this, almost four years ago.

"Yesss…"Draco hissed, "ohhh..yesss.."

Harry began pumping, biting his lip to keep from crying out and alerting Ginny. Everything in him was screaming this was wrong and he wanted to stop, but Draco was his downfall, his destroyer.

He loved this man, this arrogant, sneaky and unscrupulous man.

He'd tried to stop, many times as a matter of fact, but Draco was merciless on him. He would never go away, always haunting him in his dreams, hunting him down in reality.

Harry wasn't going to last long, he could already feel his body flushing with delicious heat and his balls tightening. Draco was moaning and his hand was rapidly stroking his own cock.

Harry thrust one, two, three more times before the intense orgasm flooded through him. He gripped Draco hard and his hips bucked wildly, his toes curling so hard that they cramped. He let out a long shuddering groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"s'gooooddd…."

Draco grunted in pleasure, Harry slamming his prostate with perfect accuracy. His own cock was ready to explode, but Draco stopped stroking it, even though it was killing him to do so. He waited until Harry stopped thrusting and heard his tell-tale heavy breathing, indicating that he was getting ready to pull out.

Harry slid away from him with a plop and he cast the wandless cleaning charm on both of them. Draco turned around slowly, his hand resting on his still erect cock. Harry's eyes instantly dropped to the appendage.

Draco slowly stroked it, barely touching it, knowing if he did it any harder, he would come instantly.

Harry licked his lips, staring at Draco's hand and the engorged penis.

"Harry…" Draco whispered, his voice full of lust.

Harry came undone again, and he hastily fell to his knees and fixed his mouth around Draco's length.

Draco let out a shuddering breath and he gently caressed the top of Harry's head. Harry purred and sucked eagerly, his lips, tongue and jaws working all in harmony.

Harry's big weakness was sucking Draco's cock. No matter how much he dominated in all the other areas of the relationship, Draco's cock waving in his face sent the Dark Lord Destroyer instantly to his knees, ready to taste the length.

It was something that Draco had used to his advantage quite often.

It didn't last long though. All of about thirty seconds. Draco held out as long as he could, but it was just too good and he was already there from the fucking Harry had just doled out.

His hand tightened in Harry's hair and he grunted in gasping pants.

Harry held him tight at the base of his cock and sucked hard. Spurts of hot cream filled his mouth and Harry swallowed, savoring the taste of his lover.

Oh God…his ex-lover…

Harry pulled away, but whimpered as Draco's cock pulsed one last time. Harry quickly put his mouth back to the tip, sucking it gently. Draco cried out, thrusting again at Harry's lips. Harry grunted, struggling against the guilt of cheating on Ginny and the delicious cock in front of him, still hard.

He wanted it so badly.

But he was stronger then this. This was a mistake.

He pulled back, resting on his knees, his head down.

"Please…Draco…just…go."

The door to the sitting room swung open.

"Harry? Sorry to interrupt but where's the-"

Ginny stopped and stared at the two men off to the side of her.

There was no mistaking what had just happened.

Malfoy stood there a triumphant sneer on his face and gleam in his eye. His pants were unbuttoned and his pale, thick cock was inches from Harry's face. Harry's eyes widened and he stared back at her in horror.

"Ginny! Oh…god…Ginny!" Harry scrambled to his feet and he quickly tucked himself back into his pants.

Draco grabbed his arm. "You missed some, Potter."

Draco leaned forward and licked come from the side of Harry's lips and ran his tongue across Harry's lips for good measure.

Harry stared at Draco in shock while Ginny gaped. He slowly tucked himself back into his trousers, just as Kreacher appeared with the chilled wine.

"Master Draco's drink." Kreacher croaked, but there was no mistaking the happiness that was radiating from his eyes.

Draco stepped forward, picked up the wine glass, sniffed the contents, sipped it and swirled it around in his mouth. He then tilted the glass and drained the entire amount of wine and placed it back on the tray that Kreacher was holding.

"Thank you, Kreacher. Tell your Master that I will be at my flat when he is done here. I'm sure he'll be needing a shoulder to…cry on."

Kreacher nodded happily. "Kreacher will dutifully tell Master that Master Draco is waiting. Kreacher knows that Master Draco is a good Master, better than the blood-traitor friend."

Draco turned, puckered up his lips and sent a kiss to Harry. "It's never over, Potter."

He winked at Ginny, "I think you'll be needing that drink after all."