The Way I Are

Chapter Ten

Draco runs his fingers through his hair for what feels like the billionth time as he waits to leave for drinks with Harry. Usually, Draco would cringe at his hair being out of place, especially for a night out, but his nerves were kicking in and he couldn't bring himself to care.

To calm said nerves, Draco reaches into his refrigerator and pulls out a can of beer. He pops it open and takes a large swig of it, swallowing harshly.

"Get it together," Draco whispers to himself.

After finishing his beer, Draco grabs his jacket off of the back of his sofa and decides to leave for the bar, even though his nerves were still killing him.

Draco and Harry had previously decided they would meet at the bar, rather than go together, as that would seem like a date.

Because the bar was only a few blocks from Draco's flat, he decides to walk, partially because of proximity and partially because maybe in the time it takes to get from his flat to the bar his nerves will have subsided.

Once Draco gets to the bar, he flashes his I.D to the man at the door and heads inside once he's cleared to go in. Draco scans the crowd, looking for messy black hair and emerald eyes. And when he finds them, he can barely stifle a moan from escaping his mouth.

Harry is sitting at the bar, waiting, sipping out of a beer bottle.

Harry didn't seem to have seen Draco yet, and Draco took advantage of that, eying him up hungrily.

Harry is wearing an emerald green v-neck t-shirt and the jeans Draco can't get enough of. The leather jacket Harry had been wearing last night at Draco's flat is hanging off of the back of Harry's bar stool.

Taking a deep breath, Draco makes his way over to where Harry sits.

"Well, hello, stranger," Harry says, smiling up at Draco as he takes a seat next to him.

Draco smiles back, nervously.

"Hi. Sorry if I'm late," Draco apologizes, waving the bartender over so he can order another round of drinks for himself and Harry.

"Not at all. I came early so you wouldn't be here alone if you came on time. I didn't want to risk someone stealing you from me," Harry drawls, leaning toward Draco, itching to kiss him again.

The bartender leans on the bar, winking at the two boys as he says, "What can I get for you two fine men?"

The bartender had dark hair and a dark goatee and icy blue eyes and a black lip ring. He was attractive, but not nearly as attractive to Draco as Harry was.

"Another beer for my Harry and whiskey for me, thanks."

"Alright, honey, I'll get right on it," the bartender smiles again, eying both Harry and Draco up.

Draco rolls his eyes, and to spite the flirty bartender, kisses Harry, and Harry doesn't seem to mind at all.

Harry places his hands on the back of Draco's neck and kisses Draco back, loving the fact that not only did he kiss Draco Malfoy last night, but also now. Draco lays his hands on Harry's thighs, leaning further into the kiss, not even breaking away when the bartender comes back with the drinks.

In fact, they don't stop for another minute or so when Draco decides he'd like to drink his whiskey.

"Well, that's a great start to this night," Harry smiles, bringing his bottle to his lips.

While still holding tightly onto Harry's backside, Draco slams his flat door closed, moving his lips from Harry's to Harry's neck, sliding Harry's jacket off, dropping it to the floor.

Draco's jacket was already off, so Harry made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside.

As Harry runs his hands up and down Draco's chest, Draco strips down to just his boxers, lifting Harry up so he wraps his legs around Draco's waist.

As quickly as he can, Draco carries Harry to his room, dropping him down onto his bed, his lips moving back to Harry's lips.

Draco pulls back and looks at Harry directly in the eyes as he moves to unbutton Harry's jeans.

"You okay?"

"Perfect," Harry replies, pulling his own shirt over his head as Draco slides his jeans off.

The boys resume their kissing, sliding further upward on Draco's bed until their heads are resting on his pillows' emerald green silk cases.

Draco pulls back again, this time to slide himself and Harry underneath his matching silk bedsheets and heavy quilt/duvet cover set.

When both boys are sufficiently covered, Harry pulls Draco back to him, pressing himself as close against him as possible.

Unfortunately, Draco and Harry couldn't stay that way for long, as Draco's mobile started to ring from his bedside table.

"Don't answer it," Harry tries to persuade Draco, but to no avail.

"It'll only be a minute, but then I'm yours again."

"I like the sound of that," Harry says, sprawling out on Draco's bed, putting his hands behind his head as Draco answers his phone.

"Hello?" he starts. "Pans, I'm busy... I'll tell you later... Well, tomorrow then... Pansy, please, I'm a little tied up at the moment... Maybe I am, what's it to you?... Yeah, and I'd like to finish, if you'd let me. Fine, tomorrow. Bye, Pansy."

"She knew we were going out tonight, and about the obvious sexual tension between the two of us. She had to have known..."

"Oh, she did. She almost exploded from excitement when I told her I was 'busy'. But she somehow still wanted to know every detail of how we got from the bar to my flat to my bed. But what she didn't seem to get was that she was kind of being a mood-killer," Draco laughs, laying down on his side by Harry.

"Real mood-killer. I guess I should go, then."

Harry moves to get out of bed an redress himself, but is stopped by Draco grabbing him arm.

"Or, you could stay."

"So, you're telling me that you didn't sleep with him? That all that happened was Harry slept over? Draco Malfoy, I've never heard of you bringing a guy home and not getting in his pants," Pansy says over lunch at Edwardo's the next afternoon to Draco.

Draco laughs, sipping on his glass of wine.

"Now, I didn't say that. When you called last night, we were in my room... And our clothes weren't. You're such a mood-killer. I was this close," Draco says, holding up his thumb and pointer finger about an inch apart.

"Sorry. I just wanted to know! Are you seeing him again soon?"

"Tonight. But we're staying in tonight. I'm going over to his flat around dinnertime."

"Enjoy your lay—I mean, day."

"Riiiiiiight."

"I ordered Chinese take away. It's no Edwardo's, but it's still pretty satisfying. I hope you don't mind," Harry says as he opens the door for Draco.

"I don't. I've been known to enjoy some take away every once in a while."

Draco smirks as he shrugs his jacket off, walking with Harry into his kitchen.

"Thirsty? I have water, wine, and various alcoholic beverages. Oh, and some apple and orange juices, but I doubt you'd like to mix Sunday breakfast with drunken dinner."

"What does one drink with Chinese take away? Beer goes well with anything," Draco smiles, walking forward as Harry walks back until his back hits the counter, laying his hands on the counter behind Harry, locking him in place.

"I'm your host, Dray. You can't tell me you'd like a beer and then not let me get it for you," Harry laughs, sliding his own hands into Draco's back jeans pockets.

"I'd like a beer with my dinner, right now, I'm skipping to dessert," Draco whispers, leaning down and pressing his lips to Harry's tightly.

Harry's hands tighten their grasp on Draco's bum, pulling the blonde as close to him as possible, while his mouth moves with Draco's.

Draco slides his hands off of the counter top and places one on the side of Harry's neck. The other, he tangles into Harry's hair.

This continues on for about ten minutes until the two men are so rudely interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"That's the take away," Harry sighs, pulling back from Draco, ducking out of his arms.

"I suddenly hate Chinese delivery."

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K.J