The Way I Are


Chapter Nine


"Well, I may not be completely smashed, but I'm getting rather close, and as much as I'd love to continue this little game, I think I should stop drinking before I do something we'd both regret," Draco says, leaving me to be victorious in our little drinking game.

To celebrate, I take a final swig from the new bottle of whiskey Draco cracked open about an hour ago.

"I guess you win, Potter. So, what do you want?" Draco asks, leaning down so he's almost eye level with me, making my legs shake.

You.

"Buy me a drink tomorrow night?"

Draco sighs, but quickly pulls himself back together, looking me directly in the eye when he says, "Sure thing. Name the place. With or without Pansy and her entourage?"

"The bar down the street from the office," I reply, holding eye contact with him as I step closer again, so I'm almost touching him. "And without. I want you all to myself."

I can feel my palms getting sweaty and my legs shaking even more than they already were. This is the most... intimate a conversation Draco and I have ever had. A few weeks ago when we were at the bar, before Bailey was even a part of my life, we flirted back and forth a little. And earlier today, we were clearly into each other, but now... Now I would love nothing more than to pull that t-shirt over his head and see what that body looks like.

"Then it's set. Tomorrow." Draco says, smiling down at me, looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

To stop myself from doing something stupid, I take Draco's hand and quickly check the time, realizing it's now almost eleven p.m., and that I should probably head home.

"I—I should probably go. It's late. I'll see you in the morning at work... And tomorrow night," I say, back to holding his gaze.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Tomorrow then. I'll show you out," Draco drawls, making me want so badly to stay.

Draco walks with me to his front door, opening it for me. I stand in the doorway to say goodbye.

"Well, goodnight. Sweet dreams," I say, mentally kicking myself for that dorky line.

"Goodnight, Harry."

Oh, man. Hearing him say my name like that... He can't possibly know what it does to me.

"Goodnight. Draco," I say back, hoping to sound as sultry as Draco did, although I don't think I quite got it.

"Goodnight," Draco repeats, holding my gaze to where it felt like I physically couldn't move.

I nod, not even wanting to move.

"Well, I guess I'd better go...," I trail off.

"Oh, right, sure."

I'm about to turn away and leave when I somehow find the courage to make a bold, bold move.

"Oh, Draco, one more thing," I say, not giving him a chance to respond before I stand up on my tip-toes and crush my lips to his.

He's obviously stunned at first, but just as his fingers start to claw at my back, I pull back.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to know what it would be like."

But that's when my night went from good to great.

Draco's eyes turn dark and I could swear I hear him growl before he grabs me by the hand and pulls me flush against him, planting his lips back on mine.

My hands find their way to his neck before he pulls me back through his front door and slams it shut, pushing me up against it.

Draco's hands move to my hips as he kisses me with more passion than I've ever been kissed while mine slide up the back of his t-shirt to scratch at his back.

Draco pulls back from kissing me, and just as I'm about to kiss him again, I realize what he's doing. His hands grip at the bottom of his t-shirt before he pulls it over his head, dropping it to the floor.

Before moving back to kiss him again, I take in the sight before me. Now, don't get me wrong, in the last few weeks I'd definitely pictured Draco without a shirt on, and if it was even possible, the real thing was even better.

Taking a deep breath, I pull him back to me and kiss him again.

Feeling comfortable enough, Draco moves his hand to my shoulders, apprehensively sliding my jacket down my shoulders. When my jacket hits the floor, Draco's hands move back to my hips.

Many, many rough and slightly sloppy kisses—due to the alcohol—later, Draco pulls back again, but this time he's not removing his clothes, no matter how much I wish he was.

"Harry, as much as I'd love to do this for the rest of the night—and believe me, I want to, oh, I want to—I think we'd do well to stop. We're business partners. And although we're both clearly attracted to each other, otherwise we wouldn't be here, about to rip each others' clothes apart, if we keep going on this track, we'll have nothing to do tomorrow," he winks, kissing me once more before picking my jacket up off the floor for me.

I take the jacket and shrug it on, nodding in agreement. Although, I'd like to not stop at just my jacket and his shirt tomorrow.

"I'll see you in the morning, Draco. Goodnight," I say again, this time for real.

"Tomorrow, then. Goodnight," Draco says back, kissing my lips in such a way that left me wanting more—much more.

But I suppose it'll just have to wait until tomorrow.


"What do you mean you kissed him?! How have I missed so much in only a day?!" Pansy bellows as we enjoy lunch at my flat the next day.

"Exactly what I said. And it was a little more than just a kiss," I wink, taking a sip of my sweet tea.

"Well, at least Dray looks good shirtless. That would've been mood-killer."

I cock my head to the side, questioning.

"He's gay, Harry. He's seen me next-to-naked and I him. It's in no way romantic, but as his best friend, I can say that he's an attractive man. Physically and in personality."

"Got that right. He's the one who stopped us last night. I wouldn't have stopped if he didn't," I tell her.

"That's... Unlike him. But I suppose it's okay. How were things this morning? The two of you, alone in the office, with a door that locks."

"Things were good. He came in looking absolutely ravishing, as per usual, and kissed me, which led to a little more kissing, but not at all like last night. We did our work, and kissed goodbye when I told him I was going to have you over for lunch. He's taking me out for drinks tonight."

"A date?! Man, you two don't waste any time," Pansy exclaims.

"It's not a date. He lost a bet and he's paying up. But maybe tonight will go well. I hope so."

"It will. You're both completely obsessed with each other. Enamored. In love."

Am I really in love with Draco Malfoy? No. No, not yet. But I think I could be, in time.

"I want tonight to go perfectly. I cannot believe I'm about to ask you this, but what should I wear tonight? I want Draco to want me just as badly as I know I'll want him."

"Of course! Let's go see what you've got."

Pansy and I head towards my bedroom and I can almost feel how much I'm going to regret this decision later on.

I sit down on my bed while Pansy digs through my dresser and wardrobe, looking for something suitable for a non-date that Draco would like.

"This is perfect!" Pansy yelps, holding up a plain emerald colored t-shirt.

"It's a t-shirt. It's not like it's anything special."

"That's the point. Green is clearly Dray's favorite color, and he'll love this. Where are those dark jeans you always wear when we go out? The ones that hug your bum the way Draco likes?"

I raise an eyebrow at her, gesturing to the bottom left dresser drawer where all of my jeans are.

"What? I told you Draco has been in love with you for almost as long as you two have been partnered. He could go on and on for hours about you and your body. In fact, he has. Many times."

I laugh lightly and think. I could probably go on for hours and hours about him and his body too.

"This. This it the outfit."

Pansy lays out my bum-hugging jeans, my emerald colored t-shirt, my black leather jacket from last night, a pair of black trainers and a black wrist watch that Hermione gifted me one year for Christmas on my bed.

"Looks good to me. Wish me luck tonight. I'll call you in the morning to let you know how things went."

"That is if you don't wake up next to an attractive blonde tomorrow morning."


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