Stag Night

"Another shot of firewhisky, Hannah," Theo said, shaking the empty tumbler at the barmaid. She rolled her eyes as she walked towards him, her golden hair pulled into a braid hanging straight down her back.

"We're the last stop of their night, the entire groom's party has rooms rented and paid for. He's going to show up." She told him, still obliging the request and pouring another drink.

"Yes, well, I'm crashing my ex-boyfriend's stag party in an attempt to convince him to not get married. Excuse me if I'm slightly nervous," Theo said, lifting his two-finger drink to his lips and taking a slow sip. "I semi regret telling you exactly what I'm doing here, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Nonsense, you're thrilled you told me because you know an old married lady like me needs a little more excitement in her life. The professor has been too busy with all his new duties as head of Gryffindor house, so we haven't gotten out much as of late. This is the most entertainment I've had in a long while." The cheeky Hufflepuff winked at Theo, causing him to choke on the whiskey as he coughed out a laugh.

She turned away, walking back over to where another patron was sitting, leaving Theo to think back on how he'd ended up here.

It wasn't hard to blame Witch Weekly for why Theo knew the exact date of Draco's wedding, seeing as his invitation got lost in the post. Theo would never admit that he'd actually gotten a subscription to that Salazar forsaken gossip rag with the sheer intention of being able to see what Draco and his harlot were planning.

It had only taken a few well-placed inquiries to find out about the pub crawl that was the Malfoy stag party, and thus Theo came to find himself sitting at the Leaky, just biding his time. The thought had hardly finished when chimes signaled the door opening.

" Oooooohhhhh for he's a jolly good fellow! "

"SHUT IT, ZABINI!"

The singing paired with the name was Theo's signal that it was show time. He turned in his chair and watched who was stumbling into the pub. Draco's best man, Blaise Zabini, was being held up by Greg Goyle. Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey followed closely behind them, Flint throwing whatever food he was carrying at Blaise–who dodged the mess, even in his inebriated state.

"Hannah!" Patrick Vaisey, the final guest, cheerfully greeted the barmaid, walking away from Draco–leaving the groom entirely by himself.

Theo quickly checked to see where Blaise and Goyle had snuck off to, as they would pose the most threat to his plans. But he shouldn't have been too concerned at all, as the Italian wizard was so drunk that he was flirting with one of the potted plants and Greg, the ever-dutiful friend, just stood by to catch him if he were to fall.

Seeing that they were distracted, leaving the groom up for grabs, Theo decided now was the time to make his move. Slipping from his seat, he snuck up next to Draco, who seemed to be the most sober of the group.

"What are you doing here, Nott?" Draco asked, not even bothering to look down at Theo.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I just happened to be here visiting my good friend, Hannah Longbottom, and enjoying a drink." Theo answered, knowing that Draco would see through the story instantly.

"Well, then I recommend you go bother her instead of me." Draco snapped before he strolled towards an unoccupied booth located in the furthest corner of the pub.

"I would, but it seems Vaisey is taking up all her time instead of doting on you with all the attention you deserve tonight." Theo slid into the seat next to Draco as opposed to opposite him, pressing their thighs together. Hmm, broom thighs.

Draco's eyes flickered to where Vaisey was shamelessly flirting with the happily married witch, who Theo now knew would have no problem taking the wizard back home with her to share with 'The Professor.' Who would have ever thought the Longbottoms were so…progressive?

"Anyway–"

"What do you want from me, Theo? I'm getting married tomorrow, and don't give me that bullshit again, you and I both know that you knew we were staying here tonight." Draco finally looked him in the eye, the pain evident in those silver pools that Theo loved so much.

"I want everything, Draco. It doesn't matter to me if you're getting married tomorrow or not, I'm never going to stop trying to win you back and prove to you that I deserve a second chance. I couldn't get over you, even if I wanted to, you've taken up residence in my heart and for the rest of my life, I'm going to love you."

Draco's eyes were roaming over Theo's face, looking for something, anything to tell Draco that Theo was lying and that this would only end in heartbreak again. But he wouldn't find it. This love that Theo had for the blonde was all consuming and he was here to prove it to him.

"You hurt me."

"I know."

"I loved you."

"You still do."

"You could break my heart again."

"I'm worth the risk."

"Astoria–"

"Will survive."

"My parents–"

"Aren't in charge of your happiness."

Draco's mouth opened, another protest on his lips, but Theo stopped him, leaning in, just a breath away. "If nothing else, at least for the night." Theo was only bluffing, and Draco knew. How could he not? But, instead of another feeble attempt to brush him off, Draco looked over Theo's shoulder into the pub to confirm none of the blokes he'd entered with were paying them any mind.

"Just for the night."

ooo

Theo crawled up the bed Draco was laying on, looking down at him, his eyes so blown that there was hardly any silver. "This can't happen again; I'm marrying Astoria tomorrow and then I don't want to see you anymore."

Theo smirked before taking the blonde's full length in his mouth. Theo didn't bother answering Draco's ridiculous statement. There was no point, because while Draco was determined tonight would be their last, Theo had already decided that Draco was his and he wasn't going to let that little chit have him. Draco's moans filled the room as Theo took all of him in his mouth and used his thumb to press against Draco's asshole.

"Fuck, Theo," Draco groaned out, his hips thrusting upwards. "Your mouth, so perfect. Always perfect."

Theo lifted his hand and wrapped it around the base of Draco's cock, collecting some of the spit and using it as lube on his fingers. He teased Draco, applying pressure before pulling away leaving the blonde whimpering below him. Draco, it seemed, didn't know what to do with the two prongs of Theo's treatment. He desperately thrust his hips, but also chased Theo's fingers, overcome with the need for the intrusion.

"Fucking, Salazar! Just finger me already!" The man begged, rocking himself even deeper down Theo's throat. "I swear to Merlin that I'll suffocate your cheeky arse with my cock and not feel one ounce of shame for it."

The threat was enough that Theo did as was demanded, letting first one finger slip slightly inside before pulling out and pushing a second inside his lover. Draco hissed at the breach, but quickly gave into the feeling. The gasping and mewling sounds coming from the wizard encouraged Theo to bob his head on the other man even faster as his fingers scissored and stretched his love.

"Theo!" Draco cried out, as Theo's fingers skimmed the spot that could make Draco come undone. "Gods, Theo! I can't, please!" The blonde didn't even know what he was begging for as he sank himself even further down Theo's throat, cutting off air flow.

"Theo, Theo, Theo!" Draco chanted below him, as Theo added a third finger, stretching Draco and getting him ready for Theo to sink inside. In the past, Draco was often the one on top, but Theo was determined that tonight Draco was going to understand just how in charge Theo really was, in everything. Draco wasn't going to marry Astoria tomorrow, and Theo was going to spend tonight making sure that Draco knew that he belonged to him.

"On your hands and knees, Draco." Theo commanded, pulling off his beloved's cock and licking his lips. Theo pumped himself a few times as he watched this big strong man quickly obey his orders.

Theo leaned forwards and swiped his tongue one last time, making sure that Draco was good and lubricated for him before he positioned himself at Draco's entrance. Holding onto the pale hips of his love, Theo slid inside as Draco gave out a shuttered cry. "You're mine, Dragon. No one else's." Theo growled out before he began thrusting, making Draco give out another mewling sound, "no one else gets to touch you like this." Draco was squirming now, understanding what Theo was saying, but so lost in pleasure that he couldn't respond.

"You're going to miss that wedding tomorrow, because you never should have asked her to marry you to begin with, since you've known all along that you belong to me." Theo pounded into Draco as the other man cried out, his hand reaching down so that he was stroking his prick.

No argument was given as Draco let out a moan that Theo was all too familiar with. There on the rickety bed in the Leaky Caldron, Draco's release spurted out, his seed covering the sheets that he was meant to be sleeping under. Theo leaned forwards, biting down on Draco's alabaster skin, leaving behind a bright red mark, claiming him. Theo's chest rubbed against Draco's back, and his hands stroked the blonde's sides, urging him to accept the inevitable.

"I'm yours, Theo. I'll always be yours," Draco's admission sent Theo over the edge, knowing that it was true. Triumph surged through him.

The truth of the matter was that Draco wasn't just his, he was also Draco's. And nothing would ever tear them apart again.

ooo

In the morning, the Malfoy-Greengrass wedding was missing a groom. When Hannah Longbottom read about it in the Daily Prophet, she smiled a secret smile and couldn't wait to tell her professor the role that she'd played in the scandal.

Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy both disappeared from British Wizarding society, and while rumors ran rampant, no one was quite sure what had happened to the young men and the not inconsequential Nott fortune.