Title: Entitled (chapter 2)

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Two days after the said incident, Draco Malfoy had once again resumed his place on the field, this time in an attempt to conceal the whereabouts of a rumoured moving forest. Its damage had caused a large scale mayhem at the Ministry of Magic and invoked quite a few headaches. Draco had managed to relinquish approximately half the forest, forcing its seedlings to recoil and convince its larger saplings to negotiate their living conditions. Three hours later, the grey eyed boy was able to hand over to the Plant Linguistics and take a well deserved rest.

Settling comfortably on a rock, he conjured up a goblet of ice cold pumpkin juice and gulped it down, appreciating the wave of refreshment it had on his body. Looking down upon his robes, he noted that the stain proof shoes really provided some comfort to his absence of polish but there could be more said about the state of his dirt ridden face.

"Hey Malfoy, conjure us up a goblet too" Potter slumped down beside him, too close for Draco's liking but his worn body failed to produce an accurate movement. Draco amusingly noticed the smudges of dirt on Potter's face as well as the calloused fingers left complacently upon a bended knee.

"Magic one up yourself, it's not that difficult a spell that the Great Harry Potter couldn't handle" Draco drained the rest of his goblet and handed it to the boy, before deciding he was seemingly impolite (not that it mattered of course) about the whole ordeal and tapped the goblet dubiously with his wand.

The green eyed boy actually laughed at the manner Draco portrayed, sloshing pumpkin juice in the process "Never thought I would see the day" he licked his lips as the orange liquid left a fine trickle down the side of his mouth which he haphazardly wiped away with the back of his sleeve "Its been a while since I had one of these… can't remember how Hogwarts always managed to get the recipe just right"

As the boy reminisced and drank graciously, Draco had momentarily gone into a lapse at the sound of the laughter. It only occurred to him then that he was engaging in small talk with Harry Potter of all people, something which he had sworn not to do, Draco's life was supposed to revolve solely around his work and people who could also complete his work for him.

"…and Hermione was always pining for Elf rights…" the blonde boy could just barely hear Potter's voice through the blood pumping within his skull. He got up abruptly and muttered something about his break being over before continuing to direct his under studies as to what they were to accomplish next. He glance back at the former Gryffindor and found his green eyes glued to Draco's back.

When Draco returned to his desk that day, free from the usual amount of parchments in his inbox, he found an owl waiting with a letter (not unlike the ones they would receive for Hogwarts) The seal however was one of a tiny paw print which made the slender boy wonder whether Harry Potter had an unusual fetish for furry animals.

He opened it carelessly as if it were any other letter but he could feel his heart beating at an abnormal rate. His eyes scanned the parchment slowly:

To Draco Malfoy


As we hardly talk outside of field work, and seeing as you don't have any duties to attend to tonight, would you mind joining me for a drink?
My treat for all the trouble you had to go through with Daemon.

H. Potter

Ps. I know you don't have anything related to ministry work to continue with, so don't bother using that as an excuse to escape


An incredulous look passed Draco's face, the nerve of the other boy for even suggesting such an outcome! (though it was almost right on the wand mark) he picked up a quill and rummaged through his drawers for an extra piece of parchment, the little brown owl blinking impatiently at him started to ruffle its feathers. When unable to procure any, and with a hasty look at the hooting owl, he scribbled a response on the back of the letter with his reply of:

"Fine Potter, but I chose the place"

The owl grabbed the letter once the quill was down and flew away before Draco could change his answer. So that's how he found himself standing in front of his mirror that day attempting to pull of a formally informal look. It had been a while since he had gone out, always swamped in work and such with no time to get together with any of his old friends. He never thought the day would come where the two former enemies of Hogwarts would be engaging in 'a drink' together. Neither did Draco expect his nerves to be as wracked as they were while he struggled to complete the last loop in his tie.

They had agreed to meet at 8 pm in front of the Leaky Cauldron, and Draco currently fumbled with his tie deciding that it didn't quite match his shirt, a glance at the clock told him he had about half an hour left to complete his dress code. He pulled off what seemed like the fiftieth shirt that day and spelled open his wardrobe, levitating out an array of colours and styles.

Finally settling with a light grey silk shirt, he smoothed it down cocking his head in the mirror to observe whether he would look different at another angle. He agreed that the shirt itself was bordering on silver but thankfully didn't scream 'homosexual' enough for that assumption.

Draco was never one to admit his sexuality to anyone but then again, no one had left that great of an imprint upon his otherwise dull life as Potter had. He ran a comb through his platinum blonde hair and pushed the thoughts of Potter being somewhat overly friendly out of his mind.

"I suppose its due to his lack of relationship between Weasley and Granger that's gotten him all talkative" Draco did notice the inevitable fact that the trio hardly spent any time together, usually it was Potter who broke off from the other two due to the urgency of his position in the Ministry. Other times, when he saw Potter, it was Weasley and Granger who had issues to attend to. He guessed that they did spend some quality time together in the weekends but the whole Hogwarts fiasco had died down from a tightly knitted group to a casual-get-together-once-in-a-while group.

Checking the clock again, his mediocre thoughts lead to slight panic at how fast time tended to sneak up on the unrepenting. It was now 7:55pm and he had the option of flooing over to the Leaky Cauldron and risking his looks, or rushing outside to apparate behind a tree (this would take an extra five minutes to re-spell all the wards and avoid the prying eyes of muggles).

He chose to apparate.

Why didn't he listen to Zabini when the boy had mentioned automatic wards? Perhaps it was the low consistency in users and effect that provoked Draco but still… it was awfully convenient compared to wand work.

He also had to wait for the kissing couple to finish before successfully apparating, ten minutes late, to his destination muttering 'Ruddy muggles'

"I honestly thought you were going to be later than this, considering that you seem to groom up pretty well" the familiar voice chuckled from the doorway and Draco's eyes connected with Potters before he realised he received a compliment. The other boy didn't look half bad from where Draco was standing, though the fact that they were basically shrouded in darkness, save for the candle light flickering behind Potter, slightly dented Draco's senses.

An apology muttered and a smirk exchanged.

"We aren't staying here" Draco walked passed Harry leading him to the back where he tapped the brick wall with his wand "I know this interesting place down Knockturn Alley that serves great Wizard Whiskey" They stepped into the knobbly streets of Diagon Alley before turning down a dark alcove.

If Harry was at all worried about the prospect of journeying down this alley way, he didn't show it. Draco had remembered one moment in his second year where it was rumoured that Harry Potter had been wandering around Knockturn alley after a floo incident, and sure enough when he glanced sideways at the tanned boy, he could note the weary looks into various stores.

"See something you fancy?" the blonde boy enquired after they had past a couple of stores and Potter's expression had changed from that of distrust to one of interest. His green eyes looked up at Draco who didn't expect so much emotion hidden behind them, however he hardly had any time to decipher it before the boy answered.

"No, not really… it's just that this mirror looks a lot like the Mirror of Erised in Hogwarts" He gestured his calloused hands to the large antique mirror standing at the front of the store, its intricate design and obscure lettering made Draco wonder what it did because even though they were standing right in front of it, their reflections were definitely absent from it.

"I've heard stories of that mirror… never thought it would be harboured at Hogwarts of all places" they moved on through the various streets and came to a stop at "Hiskey Inn", judging by the appearance, Harry assumed the "W" had fallen off centuries ago and nobody had bothered to replace it therefore gaining its new name.

The place had the most exotic aroma's one could imagine, fruits of every flavour could be recognised near the dimly lit cocktail bar and the strong scent of freshly brewed whiskey wafted beneath their nose upon entering. The bar itself had quite a number of customer's, however many of them were alone either attempting to pass eyes at various other occupants or drinking themselves to a stupor. Four witches sitting in the corner squealed with delight as the barman performed a trick, levitating their multicoloured drinks and adding an array of ingredients at the requests of the witches.

The two wizards chose a seat long the back wall and pictures of drinks immediately appeared on the table top, decorating the pristine whiteness. Draco momentarily caught Harry's confused look before saying "You're supposed to tap the drink you want with your wand and one of the wizards at the bar will make it for you"

The black haired boy poked the line of drinks as they started to dance around the table each one twittering to pick them. He looked up at the other boy "If it's any consolation, I'm glad you're not just grunts and snide remarks" Draco watched as the sides of Potter's mouth tugged up into quite a decent smile.

The grey eyed boy grunted in reply.

After they made their choices, the menu disappeared from the table. Draco fiddled with the collar of his shirt and tried to seem as though he was staring at the bar keepers, it was quite obvious that Harry Potter had never been in an awkward situation in his life as Draco examined the boy's cool exterior and fingers drumming an infernal song upon the table top.

"This is quite some place, I never knew you would be a wizard to drink" Harry finally pronounced, clasping his hands together, gazing at the blonde boy with those clear green eyes, waiting for some kind of retort.

"Then why, might I ask, did you send me an owl requesting a drink Potter?" enquired Draco, deciding to rest his eyes on the strip of skin exposed just below Potter's neck. He heard the boy chuckle just as he trailed the concealed collarbone thoughtfully.

"Well I actually had coffee in mind, but your choice to jump to conclusions has its benefits… and it's Harry" there it was again, the tug at the lips, Draco chose not to look up into those eyes "Do you want me calling you Draco? Or am I still under the impression that we are in our school days?"

Draco wanted more than ever to just splutter out 'no' but his mouth had a mind of his own and spoke on his behalf "You may chose to call me whatever you want Pot-Harry but I warn you, I haven't been addressed by that name for a while seeing as the Ministry of Magic is a full time job"

"What? No significant other to complete you?" mocked Harry, though there seemed to be the insinuation of a question behind the joke. Draco definitely wasn't one to pass up the opportunity to ponder on.

"No… as a matter of fact, no matter what you have heard about me being the Slytherin I assure you, the title was accepted under the pretence that it concealed the truth… now from what I heard in conversations scattered here and there, not to mention the odd eavesdropping…" a smirk "You have been titled as quite a promiscuous student"

Harry's face tinged pink "The scum that works the Daily Prophet are just messing with my social status like always, they seem to have a field day every time they see me talking to someone. I'm surprised I don't hear a quill quickly scribbling every word I'm saying now"

Draco blessed the interruption of their drinks arriving to excuse himself from having a momentary loss of words, he watched as Harry's eyes lit up behind those thin wired glasses he always wore and accepted his drink graciously.

He stared down at his own selection with pride, the green liquid bubbled in the tall tumbler emitting an eerie silver wisp of smoke and each bubble that surfaced from the bottom of his glass changed colour like a chameleon before bursting at the surface.

Harry's drink was served in one of the bar's famous glasses that were well known for their unique shapes and such, his one came in one shaped like a cello with the glass bow acting as a straw. He lifted it to eye level whistling "Impressive, Knockturn alley really has some style" before sipping his drink gingerly.

"How is it?" the blonde asked, taking a quick gulp of his drink to quiet the popping of bubbles, the drink burned down his throat and left an icy aftertaste which gave him the opportunity to blow a row of smoke rings as he exhaled. Harry nodded furiously, after attempting to swallow the sip he took, apparently the drink he ordered seemed to be a touch on the strong side and immediately flushed his face.

"Extreme is the only word I can say, and those smoke rings are cool… I should order that drink next" he laughed heartily and order he did. Two hours later and Draco found their table littered with half drunk drinks as if they were on the Hogwarts express and buying every known sweet on the food trolley.

"I like this one" Harry pointed haphazardly at a small port glass with a silver like substance in it that reminded Draco of unicorns blood. He shuddered slightly and watched as Harry took a small sip of it and stuck out his tongue for him to see, the silver drink formed beads on the boy's tongue and danced about as if it were mercury before turning a sapphire blue. Harry swallowed it and proclaimed that everywhere the liquid had touched tasted of mint, honey and butter beer. "It was surprising that the drink was even alcohol… I suppose that's what the Witch's drink"

Draco nodded blinking at the amount of drinks they had worked their way through, his own favourite was probably the one served as a straw, it was a tiny dose but it hit him like the muggle drug Viagra, with enough energy to last the whole night… but without the effects of a hard on. The straw held a thick red drink which pinched and burned down his throat in a bitter river when he downed it but the aftertaste was the best, having an alcoholic cherry taste to it. He recommended it to Harry who was now licking every one of his teeth to clean the blood red stain on them, he had gargled it before downing it to give his tongue the same pinch like sensation.

Hie green eyes were so concentrated on the empty straw in front of him that he didn't notice the blonde's eyes trained on his exposed collarbone. "This stuff really gives you a hit"

"Yeah it really does…" Draco felt his gaze waver under the slowly-affecting-his-senses alcohol, Harry's skin was practically glowing under the flame lit walls. He pushed the drinks away and claimed that the night ought to close, the tight sensation formulating in his abdomen as well as certain other areas was enough to inform him that he ought to get home… sooner rather than later.

Harry, as if on impulse, reached across the table and grasped his wrist to stop him from standing up. It was surprising still, for the accuracy of his slightly toxic gaze staring into Draco's stormy orbs. "Wait, don't go yet…"

He could feel the blonde's pulse under the shirt and mentally wondered how he was able to decipher it over his own chest thumping with the velocity of his heart. He later realised that he should have let go of Draco's wrist but believed that it was what made the events lead up to him taking initiative.

When Draco saw Harry's green eyes flutter under the intensity of the alcohol and turn slightly darker, he felt his heart jump and skip a beat as if it were a broken record. He could barely read his own emotions let alone figure out what exactly the other boy was feeling at the moment.

"Come on…" he saw rather than heard Harry mutter in his husky voice, his tainted red lips mocked the grey eyes and Draco watched the trajectory of the galleons that the boy threw on the table. There was enough there for at least ten more drinks atop what they had ordered but apparently the boy-who-lived-to-kill looked as if he was ready to leave without so much as a backward glance at the change. Draco felt himself being grasped around the wrist and propelled out of the dingy bar into the dark alcoves of Knockturn Alley.

"Where are we go…" his slurred speech was cut short by Harry's lips closing over them rather expertly considering they had basically drank the place up. His lips were warm and tasted slightly sweet due to the alcohol, he had been pushed up against the brick wall with one hand on Harry's hip and the other still stuck in his pocket owing to the abrupt attack. Both of Harry's hands were clutching his face to perhaps steady any struggles…not that Draco would have done it. Hell if he had thought of it first, it would have been him jumping Harry.

Harry finally pulled apart for air and gasped "Fuck, I don't care how drunk I am… I've been wanting to do that for ages" his eyes squinted in the dark but Draco could still make out the green glow, he leaned forward and licked the exposed skin just under the boy's collar.

"You better be wanting more then" Draco captured his lips as accurately as he could and ravished him, his lips opened on their own accord and his tongue licked against the other boy's. Their bodies had somehow crushed together, grinding against each other and pushing him against the wall of the bar. He didn't care how brick like it felt on his back, nor the soreness he knew he would feel the next morning… he just wanted this, now.

"Hold on" Harry whispered once they broke apart gasping slightly, his arm went around Draco's waist and at once Draco could feel them apparating off to, he hoped, Harry's flat.

They landed with a thump on the sidewalk, with Harry obliviating two muggles that screamed slightly at the subsequent pop as they appeared. He made up a cock and bull story on the spot before dragging Draco along puffing out erotic words here and there, setting up a scenario and all in all causing Draco to walk with great difficulty.

They reached his apartment and if Draco was hard, then it was nothing compared to what he felt after he heard Harry hiss Parseltongue at the door. He bit his lip and pushed the boy inside and practically fell atop him onto the floor, kissing every inch of his lips.

"Do that again" Draco demanded with a hitch in his breath. He was straddling Harry firmly to the ground and grinned at the bewildered look in the hazy green eyes.

"Do what?"

"Speak…"

"But I am speaking…"

Draco shook his head… "Talk to me dirty… in Parseltongue"

The look in Harry's eyes changed from confused to rather devilish "Oh I can do better than that just you wait…"

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