Chapter Eleven
Blaise quickly shuffled over to the table and pressed a quick kiss to Ron's lips before slipping into a chair next to him. Theo followed suit not long after, squeezing in next to Hermione, and nuzzling her neck with his nose. Draco chuckled at their antics and the warm sound caused Harry to freeze like a startled dove. When he realized that where Theo and Blaise were Draco would be also, his stomach dropped. It was like slow motion as he turned to take in Draco's devastatingly handsome appearance standing not far from their table. Draco felt his blood heat instantly as Harry's pink lips parted in surprise. The rush of instant awareness and arousal at the sight of the sexily tousled brunet was enough to make Draco groan out loud. If he were any less than the Malfoy he was raised to be, this could become a very bad situation. It was like nature was rebelling against him. The laws of the universe were rewriting themselves as he stared into the sparkling green of Harry's luminescent eyes.
Harry bit his lip and smiled at him ruefully, and without another thought, Draco walked across the room feeling almost relieved as the avalanche began. He flicked his wrist and to Harry's budding surprise wandlessly summoned a chair from another table and sat down next to him. The-Man-Who-Lived-to-Drive-Draco-to-Distraction was sitting comfortably at the little table. The gorgeous brunet was dressed-much to the devastation of Draco's already overheated libido-in a fitted bottle green sweater, and his dark-washed denims a quiet evocation of praise to the perfect shape of Harry's strong thighs and gorgeous arse. Harry was more desirable that Draco remembered and he hated the havoc caused by simply looking at the man.
"Blaise said you were working late tonight," Harry ventured.
Harry shifted a little more to give Draco room and the blond was struck with the tantalizing scent of lavender and lemongrass.
"I lied."
Harry leveled him with a look of shock. "Well, at least you're honest about your dishonesty." He quipped.
Draco chuckled. "I was raised to be charming not sincere," he said with a haughty if not roguish grin.
"So what are you doing here tonight?" Harry asked.
"Had a run in without a bad sort of business associated, and I needed to get out of the office before I started hexing cauldrons and setting fire to my building," Draco replied as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
"Bloody hell, Mate," Ron laughed. Blaise kissed his cheek in agreement.
"Well then," Harry replied. "In the time honored tradition of Friday night dinners, we must now order dessert and begin the recap."
Hermione and Ron hooted in agreement while Blaise, Theo, and Draco watched them curiously. With a flourish Hermione pulled open the dessert menu and picked the most decadent thing she could find, a slice of dark chocolate and raspberry cheesecake.
"Since I won last week it is my turn to buy," she explained.
Once the sinfully delicious confection was sitting in the middle of the table, Ron sat up straight, all business, and began.
"As it is our custom on a Friday night, we will now recount the worst experiences of the week. May the most pathetic witch-or wizard—win," The group clapped, and Draco grudgingly had to admit that he was intrigued by it all.
"Well," Hermione began winking at Theo as she spoke. "On Wednesday morning I woke up thirty minutes late, as Crooks knocked over my alarm clock and disrupted the charms on it. Then upon entering my office there were sixteen owls from the Wizengamot's committee for social reform, which you know I support, but they were all responsible for the utter havoc reeked upon my office space. Feathers everywhere, mind you, and not a single positive note in the lot of them."
"Rotten, indeed," Harry agreed. "But, not worth such a delicious confection I daresay."
Ron sat up a bit taller and began to recount the tales of his week. "On Monday, I spent six hours trying to stop several snapping toilets and that were charmed over at the Leaky Cauldron, followed by an appalling lack of Chocolate Frog and Jelly Slug ice-cream at Fortescue's." There was a pause while the others waited to see if Ron had more. "Then, adding insult to injury, my bloody fucking partner Babbington tripped when casting a routine interrogation spell."
"And?" Draco pressed curiously.
Ron huffed in annoyance. "The sodding wanker stuttered. Instead of a spell to reveal the truth of facial expressions he turned my robes transparent. The suspect was seventy-five year old witch in custody for soliciting male prostitutes in muggle London." Ron was a brilliant shade of red now. "And her favorites—according to veritaserum—are the ginger ones."
The table burst into roaring laughter and Ron buried his head in Blaise's shoulder from the mortification. Blaise however, ran a comforting hand through Ron's hair. "Well that witch best watch her step. Zabini's are not known for sharing. I'll hex her seven ways from Sunday if she so much as looks at you twice." Ron smiled at his lover's reply and turned to see what Harry would say next.
"Er…I would love a go at that dessert, but honestly it's been an okay week. Nothing too unreasonably bad on the ward, as opposed to the usual of course," He explained.
"The usual being?" Draco asked curiously.
"Mrs. Malden in room 608, who routinely attempts to charm my robes up around my armpits in hopes of a glimpse at my pants or-less-of course." Harry grumbled.
"She does realize that even most purebloods do not go that traditional anymore does she not?" Draco snickered.
"As this is the thirty-seventh time in three weeks, I am guessing, no." He replied.
Theo laughed raucously at Harry's beleaguered expression.
"Yes, well it still doesn't count. Harry used this story last week too." Ron reminded everyone as he gazed longingly at the confection sitting in the midst of their table. Blaise leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made the redhead turn a brilliant shade of purple.
"Hey," Draco interjected, "None of that at the table."
Blaise grinned. "Can I help it that I want to eat that chocolate sauce off him? If you had a man this sexy you'd understand."
Draco muttered something that sounded very much like, "If Harry would let me, I'd smother him in it."
Theo snickered, and Harry turned pink. The remainder of the meal was spent discussing Quidditch, and poking fun at each couple. When they left, Ron and Blaise were all over each other while Harry and Draco had obviously imbibed a bit too much, their cheeks pink and speech starting to run together. Draco and Harry wandered down the snow covered walk holding onto each other for balance. At least that's what Harry told himself later. When they reached the fountain at the end of the street far away from the lingering activity of the late evening, Harry couldn't help but stare in awe at Draco's beautiful shimmering blond hair as it blew around his cheeks.
"I'll apparate you home." Draco murmured, his hand coming up to caress Harry's cheek. Then they felt the pull behind their navels before disappearing. In a second they were standing, to Harry's surprise, Draco managed to successfully aim for the landing in front of Harry's bedroom. "Harry…" His voice was raspy and low with arousal.
Not risking a word, Harry pulled Draco in and mashed their lips together in a desperate kiss. The man wanted to be in charge? Fine. As long as it meant this, that was fine!
Draco breathed out and Harry inhaled. Draco had surreptitiously cast a breath freshening charm, probably while they were walking down the stairs. Maybe things weren't as hopeless as they'd seemed. Draco's lips were soft and gentle, teasing at Harry's. Harry shivered as he felt Draco's teeth sink into his lower lip and nibble.
Harry was getting hard but he didn't move his hips or hands. He just held tight to Draco's shoulders and let the blond call the shots.
Draco moved to Harry's neck, not making contact with Harry's hot skin, just breathing on him. He licked one pointed stripe up and curled his hot, damp tongue around Harry's ear. He blew into Harry's ear and the shorter man shivered deliciously, somehow managing not to moan like a three knut whore. Then Draco opened his mouth over the cord of Harry's neck, sucked the skin into his mouth, and bit down firmly. Harry's knees tried to buckle.
Draco pulled his face back and winked. It was nothing whatsoever like one of Terry's disgustingly lascivious winks, Harry thought. Draco's posture was casual but his face looked flushed. His breathing looked slow and calm, but unnatural, like he was forcing himself not to pant.
"Fucking tease," Harry huffed as he realized they had somehow migrated from the landing into his bedroom.
"You love it," Draco sighed against his lips before leaving back and pulling the brunet on top of him.
A/N: Sorry for the grammar mistakes. I quickly looked through and tried to catch them all, but I probably stilled missed a few. Alas the price one must pay for having little or no time write and edit as I would like to. Hoped you enjoy the new story.