A/N: Sorry for the delay. I haven't forgotten this fic or 'new beginnings', I just finished 'Denial is my friend too', fic first. Also I posted a start of a new one 'Can't live with you, can't live without you'. I know I have a terrible habit of starting a new fic, before any old ones are complete. I'm sorry. I will make sure all fics are finished though. Anyway enjoy!
Chapter Four
Draco felt a rush of gratitude and affection for Harry. He had granted him access to his home, with a wand and hadn't even questioned that it was Draco. Not that Draco would do anything to Harry, but the fact that Harry knew that and that Harry trusted him – It felt great.
Plus Harry's house being the old Black family home, well that was a surprise and he needed to adjust to being here. So he took a shower and remained in his room, unpacking and generally trying to think of how he would ever make it up to Harry. He already owed him so much.
A few hours later a timid knock sounded at his door.
"Come in" he knew who it was, but he appreciated that Harry respected his privacy and waited to be told to come in.
Harry opened the door and levitated a tray into the room.
"I thought you might want a hot drink."
Draco smiled and picked up a cup and poured himself a tea, "Thanks"
"I hope you have everything you need. Kreacher or I can get anything that we haven't got already"
Draco could see Harry found it important, that Draco was settled and comfortable.
"I have everything I need thank you. I was thinking about Astoria being released tomorrow" Draco didn't want to bring the mood down, but it felt nice to have someone to talk to.
Harry leaned against the door frame with his shoulder and arm, legs crossed at the ankle. Draco thought he looked rather enticing and wondered if Harry was nervous about being in Draco's bedroom. But he dismissed it, why would he care about being in my bedroom?
"Well the good thing is that she didn't know I was there that day. I haven't told her and she doesn't know I have submitted my memory for evidence. So she wouldn't even think to look for you at my house. Not like she could reach you even if she knew you were here. What were you thinking about?"
Harry felt a bit uncomfortable, seeing Draco in his pyjamas, looking so normal and not to mention the huge bed behind Draco. That kept whispering to Harry, 'Come lye on me –lye on me with Draco, Harry. You know you want to.'
Draco sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. This didn't help Harry's fantasies one bit. Now Draco was on the bed and the voice was saying, 'See Draco is waiting for you, on the bed. Come on Harry, join him'.
Harry remained planted in the doorway.
Draco looked up at Harry, "I think she will spew as much bull shit as she can get away with. I need to cut it off before it gets out of hand. I need to look for a lawyer tomorrow."
Harry bit his bottom lip and looked away quickly.
"Harry? You seem awfully sheepish, got something you want to confess?" Draco's lips curled into a small smile, Harry looked so kissable, when he was being blatantly evasive.
Harry ran his hand through his hair, one of Draco's favourite mannerisms that Harry had.
"Now don't get mad or feel awkward. I um I hired you a lawyer already. He's the best of the best and I knew how important it was to the case. He is coming over tomorrow afternoon, to speak with you."
Draco frowned, he had mixed feelings about this. It was another thing he owed Harry and well it irritated him.
"Harry I do appreciate it, but don't you think your controlling my life, how is that any different to what Astoria did?" He snapped.
He regretted it because Harry looked hurt by the accusation.
"I'm nothing like Astoria. You're free to leave, do what you wish. You can cancel the lawyer and find your own. Its fine, I was just trying to help." He pushed off the frame and turned to leave.
Draco grabbed his wrist and Harry spun back around.
"Sorry Harry. It is difficult coming from a life where every single decision was made by someone else, everything was dictated to me and everything was controlled. It makes it hard to ascertain when someone is generally being helpful and not manipulating me. I know you're a kind and caring person. But I just can't help but think, why are you doing this? What do you want? How will you use this against me? Will you guilt me into something? I don't know, just I had to question everything Astoria did and it is a hard habit to break. I didn't mean to offend you. I'll speak to the lawyer, but once my finances have been returned to me, I'm paying you back every Knut."
Draco has kept hold of Harry's wrist during his whole speech.
Harry nodded, "I wouldn't expect anything less. It's just my nature to want to help my friends Draco. I'd do the same for any of them. Just so you know, I don't want anything in return. I will not use anything against you, I will not guilt you in to anything and I will respect you if you go against anything I say or do that you don't like."
Draco let go of Harry's wrist. "Okay thank you. Seems I'm a bit paranoid, hopefully that will get better. See you in the morning Harry. Night."
Draco returned to his room and shut the door quietly.
Harry went to his room and thought over what Draco had said. He was genuinely helping Draco as a friend and someone had to help him. He wasn't going to guilt Draco into anything. He had only just admitted to himself that he was attracted to Draco and that he wanted more than friendship. He wondered if this fitted into Draco's idea of being controlled/manipulated or used. Harry wasn't helping Draco so he could be repaid in kisses or sex.
He knew now he wouldn't make a move on Draco. Not only was he still married, going through a difficult break up and had issues regarding abuse. Draco would automatically think Harry was trying it on and that he had to return the favour to pay Harry back somehow. No he wanted Draco to know he liked him not because he needed saving or that he was collecting repayment. He would wait, help Draco as a friend and get to know him better.
Kreacher had made a lovely breakfast and Harry wondered if it was because a descendant from the Black family was now in residence, that Kreacher was trying to impress him.
Harry had found Draco this morning looking at The Black family tree, it is displayed in the drawing room of number 12 Grimmauld. The family tree is on an intricate tapestry, as an ornate mural. It starts in the middle ages and shows the dominant line of the family up to the present day.
He was looking at the Malfoy family line on the family tree. Harry wondered if Draco missed his parents.
Draco turned, "Why did you keep this up?"
Harry shrugged, "I never really use this drawing room. It seems a shame to just throw it away. Besides Kreacher likes to look at it."
Draco frowned, "It's a sad reminder of the many wizards and witches that died and that turned 'bad'. Did you know that Toujours pur - The family motto, translates to: Always Pure?"
Harry smiled, "Yes I knew that. Kreacher liked to remind everyone when we stayed here during the war. He has improved somewhat, but he still holds some ridiculous notions that I do not agree with. But that's for another time. Come eat breakfast and maybe you can tell me more about yourself?"
Draco arched an eyebrow, Harry liked this habit of Draco's. It suited him and he wondered if it was something he had to practice to get it right.
Kreacher fussed over Draco and Harry rolled his eyes, "Guess your blood trumps mine – even though I own him. At least it gets him off my back." He chuckled.
Draco smiled at Harry and Harry liked that Draco was safe and happy, here with him and nowhere else.
Draco smiled at Harry, who had a few red lines on his face, where he must have slept funny. Draco was used to the Malfoy family elves sucking up, so Kreacher and his fussing was no different. Just a little annoying.
"Well were both the same. Both the last in our family line, both on our own" he morosely declared.
Harry laughed and Draco was surprised, what he said wasn't meant to be funny.
"I couldn't give a flying fuck if I'm the last Potter to live. But I guess it would be nice to have a family, but not just as an heir. As a person to love, to nourish and to share your life with. Being gay kind of limits my options though."
Draco scoffed. "Well I bet you can convince some girl to carry your child, they would be queuing up, to be honoured with the job of having 'Harry Potter's' baby. I'm glad Astoria never fell pregnant and I think she's put me off women for a long, long time. If not forever."
Harry ignored the delightful and happy feeling he got as Draco announced he was done with women. Doesn't mean he will want a relationship with a man either. He told himself.
"I guess I've not really thought about family, I'm only young. Besides I've not had a halfway decent relationship, which was strong enough to even consider introducing children" Harry admitted.
Draco regarded Harry, he was intrigued by the man, "Not even one halfway decent relationship you say?"
Harry laughed, "Not even one. I think I have poor taste. Cho Chang was my first kiss, but well that wasn't really a relationship. Then Ginny was just a huge mistake and well just me trying to ignore the fact that I knew I was gay. Then the few men I have dated, well fuck me they were a mixed bag."
Draco blushed and hid his face behind his hair as he leaned forward under the pretence of getting a slice of toast. Harry had said 'fuck me' and his body just decided to heat up and make him blush.
"How so?" Draco wanted to see that he wasn't the only person to waste his time in a useless relationship and that he wasn't the only one to make mistakes.
"Um well okay, Joshua was probably the one that I felt the most serious about, out of all the ex's. He was walking sex on legs, well that was the first problem. I guess we were in it for the sex and trying to build an emotional connection when we weren't really compatible, was dreadful. But we tried, but sex isn't enough and we soon realised that it wasn't going to work out."
Draco just gaped at Harry. He didn't think Harry could be so direct and blunt about sex, and well just talk to Draco like he was discussing an article in the paper.
"What happened to Joshua?" he wondered if he was Harry's 'friend with benefits' or booty call option.
Harry shrugged, "Dunno. He moved to America, wanted to move closer to his family. I think he met a nice American bloke, who was what he wanted in and out of the bedroom."
"Why was he sex on legs? I mean what is your type?" Draco blurted.
Harry blushed, and shifted in his seat. "Um well he just was. Mainly the way he acted, so confident, borderline arrogant. He wasn't afraid to put me in my place and well it was never boring."
Draco frowned, that didn't really answer his question, and he meant what he looked like.
Harry stood, "Right I have to tie up a few lose ends at work. Finalise paperwork, then I have a long vacation booked. I'll be back by lunchtime."
He left and Draco wondered if mentioning Harry's ex's was a wise decision.
Kreacher appeared and cleared away the breakfast things.
"Kreacher, can I ask you something?" Draco wondered if he was crossing a line, but he was intrigued.
"Certainly Master Draco, you can ask me anything" he said as he stopped what he was doing, to give Draco his full attention.
Draco nodded, "Harry, did he ever bring partners here?"
"Yes. Kreacher doesn't like blood traitor Weasley, after Master Harry's fame and money she was."
Draco smiled, deciding he liked this house elf.
"And his other partners, what were they like?"
Kreacher frowned, "Master Harry is a private person. He rarely trust another person enough to become their partner. Master Harry has had many flings, never really anything serious."
Draco frowned, "What about Joshua, do you remember him? What did he look like?"
Kreacher wanted to answer Master Draco's question, he wanted to please him and Master Harry hadn't forbid him to talk to Master Draco. Only the press, he couldn't disclose anything to the press."
"Joshua broke Master Harry's heart. Kreacher was at a loss, I is trying everything to help. Master Harry loved him and he left. Master Harry had an engagement ring and all. I is warning Master Harry that he should guard his heart more carefully." The elf looked upset over Harry's plight.
Draco hadn't realised how serious it was. Harry talked about his sexuality, sex and relationships with ease. Hiding his true heartache behind a fake teasing persona.
"What happened? How long ago was this?" Draco hadn't meant to pry, he just couldn't help blurting the questions.
"Master Harry had his heart broken six months ago. Joshua…" Kreacher twisted the name in disgust.
"…was an ungrateful wizard, he didn't know what he had. Master Harry purposed to him and he declined. He is saying he didn't love Master Harry, he is only using him for intercourse. He is saying he loves someone else, someone who he left Master Harry for. He is cheating on Master Harry he is." The elf looked as if he was going to have a fit.
Draco was surprised, shit – that is crappy. Kreacher took Draco's silence that he was dismissed, and carried on tidying the breakfast things.
It wasn't until later that Draco realised he still didn't find out what Joshua looked like. He didn't know why he wanted to know, he just did.
Harry returned and they ate lunch in silence. Once finished Draco approached this morning's topic of conversation.
"Harry, I'm sorry that I raised the issue of ex partners this morning, I hope I didn't upset you." Draco sent Harry an apologetic smile.
Harry laughed, striving for a care free laugh, hoping Draco couldn't sense how much the topic of Joshua upset him.
"Don't be silly Draco. We all like to indulge in running down the exes. I just find it difficult to trust anyone, not only because I am well me, but because it seems honest, true and faithful love is rare and hard to come by. I don't want to get hurt…." Harry almost added again, but stopped himself.
Draco sensed the missed off word, he could tell now that Harry had been greatly affected by his last relationship and this made him treat everything as a joke and not get too serious, for fear of being hurt again.
Draco looked at Harry and Harry saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes, none he could name. "Ernest Hemingway said – 'The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.' Maybe you need to trust again, to heal and receive trust in return." Draco said profoundly.
Harry started, "You know who Ernest Hemingway is?"
Draco scoffed, "Of course Potter I'm not a simpleton. I read great literature, whether it's written by a wizard, witch or muggle."
Draco was pleased his change in conversation had worked and now Harry and he were having a discussion on their favourite authors.
"But surely some books you read, you do not have a clue what the author is on about, you don't know muggle culture and objects. I mean if they mention a microwave or something in the book, you wouldn't know what they were on about" Harry blurted.
Draco smiled, "A microwave is a dreadful devise used to torture muggles with foul food"
Harry barked out a laugh, "Yes. Yes it is."
"Besides, I only read high calibre books, not tripe that contains microwaves." He said chin raised but face betraying him with a smile.
Harry chuckled at Draco and threw his crust from his sandwich at him.
Draco snorted and vanished it with a flick of his wand, before it reached him.
"So do you have any random quotes, profound, sappy or otherwise to impart on me? You know the one that gets me, is the muggle saying, plenty more fish in the sea. I mean you don't want to hear that after a break up." Draco said shaking his head. Silly muggles.
Harry agreed, "Or don't hate the player hate the game"
Draco frowned, but ignored that one, "Or it's me not you. Bloody clichés, they are of no use what so ever when you hear them"
Harry and Draco spent some time going over various sayings that they thought were ridiculous.
Draco sipped his water, "Oh I have another one. Time heals all wounds: Meaning that all pain and suffering will get better over time. BULL SHIT!"
Harry shrugged, "It does a bit. It doesn't heal it completely, but enough to get on with life. I mean when Sirius died I was in a bad place. Now I'm living in his house and I'm okay. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, because it does."
"I guess you're right, I just haven't had enough time to heal maybe" he sombrely stated.
Harry didn't dare ask what wounds were still unhealed for him. Definitely a can of worms he wasn't ready to open. Instead he offered another cliché saying.
"What about this one. What goes around comes around: Apparently the lesson is that the way you treat others will eventually be the way you are treated. Rubbish."
Draco stopped smiling, "No that one I agree with. Take me for example, I was an utter bastard at school and what goes around comes around. I got treated badly and bullied by Astoria, some will call it poetic justice"
Harry scowled at him, "That is wrong on so many levels. You didn't deserve the abuse you suffered just because you were a shit at school. You have to believe that Draco, you didn't deserve any of it."
Draco cast his eyes down to the table and shrugged. "Sure if you say so."
Harry clucked his tongue, "I do say so and that's final" he declared.
Draco lifted his gaze, "Yes Master Potter sir"
"Glad you have learnt some manners, no go lick my boots clean" he playfully said.
Draco laughed, "Shhhh don't say that too loud, Kreacher might actually do that"
Harry snickered, "Okay one of my all-time favourite quotes comes from Hermione. She got it off a famous muggle person called Marilyn Monroe or something. Anyway Hermione said 'I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.' I liked that."
Draco's thought that over. He decided he liked that too. "Hmm that is good. Especially in my case – I am definitely hard to handle."
Harry smirked, "I would never have guessed" he teased.
Adding, "It's a good quality. No one wants someone boring. I certainly look for someone who can keep me on my toes, Josh was like that. But he wasn't right for me and I learnt the hard way. Well we better get ready, your lawyer will be here soon."
Harry pushed away from the table and stood.
Harry was enjoying talking with Draco over silly non important things. But he was liking it too much, he could see himself being quite taken with him and he couldn't allow that to happen.
Harry excused himself from the meeting, thinking Draco would want to talk to his solicitor alone.
Talking about Joshua had dredged up old and hurtful memories. He was playing down the whole affair to Draco. What really happened had broken his heart. Joshua was the person he thought he was willing to marry, to spend the rest of his life with. Someone he couldn't be without and he just threw it all back in his face. Told him he wasn't what he wanted, that he didn't love him, and in fact he had actually cheated on him. He said it in such a spiteful and nasty way. Then he moved to America with his lover.
Harry had avoided Draco's earlier question about Josh as he realised in that moment that Joshua looked similar to Draco. Not overly, no one could ever look like Draco Malfoy – he was unique individual in personality and looks.
Joshua had blond hair, but not the bright white blond of Draco's. Joshua also had grey eyes, but they were more blue than grey, and Joshua was also tall, but not as slender as Draco. Also Draco had sharper features, sharp cheekbones, pointed chin and nose – but in an attractive way.
Harry had studied Draco more closely lately. At school he thought Draco was too pointy and thin. Now Harry could admit that there are some facial features that make a person look attractive naturally.
Draco was naturally attractive with his wide-set grey eyes, high cheekbones, a tapering chin and a small nose. As well as the flawless skin and inviting lips. His sharp facial features make him look good. He was no longer too thin, he was slender and statuesque. He had a male modal look about him.
Harry spent a long time going over Draco's facial features and admitting how attractive he is. Draco's lips were begging to be kissed. His lips are full lips. They looked enticing and luscious. He has a natural pout, which enhances his looks. Draco also had good teeth and a strong sharp jaw. Gosh! I fancy Draco a lot.
Harry had spent ages thinking of just Draco's face, he hadn't even thought about Draco's voice, the tone, his accent or his vocabulary – all of it was sexy. Then his body – Merlin his body. Harry hadn't even seen much skin, most of his body had been covered under clothes when he saw him.
Harry hung his head in his hands and groaned. He was lusting after Draco – it was obvious he desired him.
Speak of devil and he shall appear – as at that very moment Draco entered the living room.
"Harry. You all right?" Draco wondered, as Harry had his head in his hands.
Harry lifted his head, "Hmm yes fine thank you. Just thinking too much. All done?"
Draco decided to let it go, Harry looked as if he had a lot on his mind.
"Yes thank you. He is a brilliant solicitor, I would wager that even my father couldn't find any fault in his knowledge" Draco joined Harry in the living room, sitting opposite Harry in the chair.
Harry watched as Draco sauntered over to the chair, and he really did try and ignore how good he looked when he walked. Or how easily he sat in the chair, in one smooth fluid and seamless movement.
Maybe inviting him to stay was a bad idea! Harry couldn't revoke the invite, he would have to find a way to deal with his lust and desire. Draco had only just left his wife a day or so ago – the last thing he was thinking of was jumping into another relationship.
"It is strange to think that Astoria is home and most likely scheming to screw me over" he calmly said and placed his hands loosely in his lap.
"When I went to work earlier, she had already left. My colleagues in the Auror department said she was threating to sue the Ministry for mistreatment and false allegations against her. Fucking vindictive evil bitch." Harry seethed.
Draco smiled, "Yes well my sentiments exactly. At least I am safe from her and I am in the process of divorcing her. I am better off than I ever imagined I'd be just a mere few days ago."
Harry was pleased to see that Draco was thinking positive.
"Well I am on leave now, so I am free to assist however you want me to. So do you want takeaway for dinner, or we can get Kreacher to cook something?" Harry offered.
Draco shrugged, "I'm used to cooking myself now, without a wand too. Maybe Kreacher can have the night off and we make something" he suggested.
Harry sent Draco a mischievous smile, "Sure. But I'm shite at cooking"
Draco chuckled, "Well you can be my assistant, and I'll do all the work." Since when could Potter pull off mischievous and sexy? Draco asked himself.
They had fun making a three course meal. Harry had ingredients and packaging all over his kitchen and in his hair. Draco had transfigured two tea towels into chef hats. One for him that he spelled to read, 'The boss' and Harry's read, 'The underling'.
Harry thought Draco looked thought-provoking wearing a chef's hat, with flour on his cheek and a playful glint in his eyes. Very sexy. Harry knew he was now full on hankering after Draco – Who wouldn't, look at him.
Draco turned and smiled at him, "You have flour in your hair" he laughed.
Harry grinned, "Yes, because you put it there." Harry shook his head so the flour fell from his hair and rained over Draco.
"Oi" Draco said as he jumped out the way.
Harry laughed but stopped shaking his head. "You look adorable" Harry told Draco. He really did, hair messy, flour on his cheek and face flushed.
Draco huffed, "Adorable and me are not conducive" he replied, in a superior voice.
Fuck he sounds so hot when being all superior and snooty. Harry felt the jolt of pleasure shoot trough him at Draco's tone of voice, said in the Draco Drawl.
"What?" Draco asked, Harry was staring at him with a gleam in his eye.
Harry blinked a few times, "I think I need to shower, whilst dinner is cooking."
Harry called Kreacher asked him to keep an eye on the food and to clean up the kitchen. Then he bolted for the bathroom, before Draco noticed he had a semi.
Draco shook his head at Harry's behaviour and decided, he too needed a shower. It was strange seeing Harry unguarded and relaxed in his company – it was satisfying.
Once both were clean, and Harry had taken care of his growing erection. They ate a delightful meal and conversation was flowing, as was the wine.
Harry felt slightly light headed and made the decision that his current glass would be his last. He didn't have to worry about work, and Draco's court case would be a while away yet. But he didn't want to spend his time off drunk and hung over.
They retired to the sitting room and Harry put the TV on, as back ground noise. They settled on the sofa, one end each and continued talking. Harry was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Draco, even when he was sober, he found it easy.
"Draco Malfoy..." Harry announced a tad too loudly.
Draco grinned, "Yes Harry Potter"
Harry snickered, maybe I have drunk too much wine.
"Draco I have known of you since we were tinie tiny first years, but I know nothing about you. Well I do, years of watching you at school, you pick on some things. But still…let's ask random questions to get to know each other better!" Harry declared, making sound like it was the best idea he'd ever had.
"I'll start" Harry cheerfully said.
"Um let me see…think I'll start off with a nice easy basic question. How tall are you?" Harry eyed Draco, as if he was trying to calculate it himself.
Draco was also feeling a bit drunk and thought these simple questions were hilarious.
"I am a perfection wrapped up in a, 5 Ft., 11 in body" he answered smugly.
Harry smiled playfully, "Perfection is being too….."
Draco snorted, "Nice. I know, I was joking."
Harry frowned slightly, in fact he was thinking the opposite, and perfection wasn't a good enough word to describe the man in front of him.
"How tall are you? Any questions asked the other answers too." Draco decided.
"Um I am 5 Ft., 10 tall, so you have an inch on me" Harry giggled, that sounded rude. His mind was in the gutter.
"Do you prefer baths or showers?" Draco asked after some time trying to think of a question, his brain slowing down in his drunken state.
"Um depends. On the amount time that I have, whether I'm alone, how stressed I am. Baths relax me and I enjoy them when stressed and can be romantic to share. But showers are quicker, easier and well I have a great shower. Really big – easily fits two." Harry said and winked at Draco.
Harry looks seductive when he's flirting and winking.
"I prefer showers. In a bath you're wallowing in your own filth and dirty water – not a nice thought. Oh and I've never had shower sex" Draco countered. Too drunk to use his brain to mouth filter.
Harry blushed, "Never? Blimey you're missing out. All steamy, wet, soapy, nakedness –it's hot." Harry couldn't believe Draco hadn't attempted it.
Draco shrugged, "Astoria and I rarely had sex and when we did, it was boring and in the bedroom. Did you have shower sex with Joshua?" Draco was interested.
He was profoundly jealous of this Joshua, getting to be with Harry and getting Harry's love, selfish prat gave it up. How stupid could he be?
Harry's eyes turned sad for a brief flash, "Yeah. But now I look back on our relationship he was a selfish bastard. All take, always receiving – selfish git. I was just, dunno, so happy someone wanted me and I was happy to just be having sex, I didn't question it. I loved pleasing him and making him happy. Bastard!" Harry's voice was harsh.
Draco nodded, "Yeah he sounds it. You're well shot of him – ungrateful tosser!" Draco agreed fully with Harry's sentiments.
"I lied when I told you about him. It wasn't just a random relationship about sex. I loved him dearly and I was…I was ready to make a huge life decision. I was going to ask him to marry me, but the wanker said no. Then he left and I thought I would never feel again –it was just numb." Harry sounded depressed.
"Hey. Don't get all depressed and ruin the night. I have a violent wife, who I married through an arranged marriage and I haven't ever been in love. Isn't it better to have loved and lost, then to never love at all? Or something." Draco asked.
Harry looked at Draco and sent him a grateful smile, "Your right. I'm better off without him and at least I learnt a few useful sex tips from him, that's something. So you've never been in love? I always thought you loved yourself." Harry joked.
Draco huffed, "I'm pretty good at loving myself." He said suggestively.
Harry shook his head. Gosh the thought of Draco pleasuring himself – that will play around my mind now. Harry knew that would be something he'd love to see, oh to be a fly on the wall.
Harry decided not to answer Draco's suggestive and erotic answer. By passing it completely he asked, "Describe yourself in three words?"
Draco frowned, "Rich. Aristocratic and Handsome" he stated calmly.
Harry laughed, "Modest. Besides that's all superficial. I would have said, Witty. Driven and Knowledgeable. Or Organised. Powerful and Enticing. Or Hot. Sexy and fuckable." Harry declared.
Then he frowned, looked at Draco's stunned face, "Oh. I said that last one out loud didn't I?" he blushed. Shit. Fuck get up and go to bed. Hopefully he will forget you said it. Harry told himself.
Draco continued to blink at him, stunned into silence.
Harry got to his feet, "Um well sorry. I um...night" and he left before Draco regained his voice.
Harry had removed his clothes, but he was too drunk to find any pyjamas. He often slept in his underwear or naked, so he didn't really care. He climbed into his bed and buried his head under the covers, utterly mortified that he told Draco he thought he was fuckable.
I hope he doesn't remember. Harry winced every time he replayed Draco's reaction to his words.
Draco was shocked, he didn't expect Harry to say that. Now he was torn, his body was screaming 'go to Harry – have great sex. Sod it all' but his mind was more cautious. Thinking about Astoria, the case, what it would mean for him and Harry, their friendship – gosh too much to think about.
It's so tempting, to just do what he wanted. Screw the consequences. How his body wanted Harry, to feel wanted and worshiped. To not see sex as a chore that he felt forced into doing. He hadn't had sex with a bloke for a long, long time and he was self-conscious – how could he live up to the sex mad Joshua?
Maybe you're thinking about this too much. It is sex, something to enjoy and to take my mind off the shit going on. Something to lose myself in.
Draco stood and headed for Harry's room. He wanted Harry and it was about time he got what he wanted.