Title: A Torturous Reminder
Chapter 11: Reckless Satisfaction
Rating: M
Warnings: H/D SLASH, HBP SPOILERS, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter! Characters (except those created by us) belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling, WB, and the publishing companies. Don't sue us! We are just bored teenagers having a go at poor Harry and Draco!
Draco could not believe what Alex saying. Well, he could believe Alex was being a liar, but to actually ask for forgiveness! He looked at Alex angrily as he spoke his 'promise' and Draco turned to look at Harry who seemed to have an internal battle going on inside him. Harry looked like he would fall into Alex's promise. After all, Alex sounded truthful, but Draco knew better - Alex was just a good actor. He saw Alex stretch out his hand and take Harry's into his. Harry, although he looked confused, wasn't truggling or taking his hand back. Draco's rage grew for Alex, for being an asshole that actually had the decency to ask, and at Harry who had forgiven him so easily. Was he blind! Making up his mind, and knowing he would hear about it later from Harry, he snaked his arm around Harry's waist and looked up at Alex daringly, accusingly.
Harry looked back at Draco's face and saw a cold glare directed at Alex while Alex, he noticed, glared back with the same intensity.
"What makes you think he will go back to you, Bloom, after what you did?"
"Listen, Malfoy, you get the fuck out of this conversation!"
"Sorry to disappoint, but I have every right to intrude," snapped Draco, getting further irritated.
"Oh really? And why is that?"
"Because Harry is my boyfriend," drawled Draco, getting a tighter, possessive hold of Harry's waist.
A silence took over after he said it, and Alex looked from one to the other in complete bewilderment.
"Wha-What? Harry, is this true?" whispered Alex.
Harry looked at him. This was the excuse he'd been waiting for. 'Thank god Draco is a fast thinker,' he thought. "Yes, Alex it's true," said Harry, leaning back against Draco.
"So, as you can see, Bloom, this does pertain to me, and you hitting on my boyfriend will get you in trouble. He's mine," hissed Draco.
Alex, bewildered, stepped back, his eyes now fasted on Harry. "But how…how could this happen?" he asked Harry.
Harry was about to answer when he stopped. 'How could this have happened….' He thought, glancing quickly at Draco.
Alex noticed enough to determine that this was all a lie and bravely stepped forward. "You're lying," Alex said, a triumphant smile on his face.
"No, we're not Bloom," Draco said, cursing for Harry's bad lying skills.
"Then how did you get together?" Alex asked, "Or do you not know?" he continued in a mocking tone.
"Well," Draco said, thinking fast, "apparently we both had feelings each other for a while, and on the trip over here, we realized it. Good thing we were roomed together," he said, noticing Alex's face go slightly paler.
"I don't believe you," Alex said, glancing at both Harry and Draco. "You wouldn't talk over something like that on a trip. Something like that doesn't just happen overnight," he said.
Draco glared angrily at him, angry that Alex could see through their lies, and trying to think of a way that Alex would believe them. Harry had stood to the side. He had never been good at lying and anyone that knew him even a bit would know that this was all a façade. He listened as Alex declared that they were still lying, that he didn't believe them, and felt as Draco struggled. He suddenly came up with his own solution.
He turned in Draco's arms and faced him. He gave Draco a small wink, hoping he would catch on, and placing one hand behind Draco's head, firmly pressed their lips together.
Draco stood there, completely stunned, almost as much as Alex was. Remembering Alex, he pushed Harry closer to him, trying to make this kiss as real as possible, both to himself and to Alex.
Harry felt Draco's soft lips as they responded and felt a small shock of electricity pass through as Draco pulled him into a tighter embrace and actually kissed him back. He was lost in a swirl of emotions, but somehow, remembering what was being done, he pulled away quickly, though making sure it didn't seem suspicious to Alex.
Draco felt Harry pull back from the kiss, and though sad that the kiss had ended so soon, reluctantly pulled back, a small smirk on his lips as he turned to face Alex.
"I wouldn't just kiss anybody, Alex," Harry said, noticing that Alex really did believe them now, as he coldly gazed at them both.
"I…" muttered Alex, dropping his eyes.
"Bloom, you heard him, so fuck off."
"But Harry! What do you see in him!" exclaimed Alex, regaining his senses.
"I see way more in him than I did in you," said Harry coldly.
Draco took a few steps forward and pushed his wand into Alex's neck. "I thought I made it clear for you to fuck off…I don't want to see your face, I don't want to hear your voice, but most importantly I don't want you, a pathetic excuse for a man, in his presence," drawled Draco, "and if you even lay as much as a finger on him, you will have me to answer to," he hissed, pushing the wand deeper into Alex's neck, his eyes flashing angrily.
Harry watched the exchange and really had to give Draco props - he looked entirely convincing.
Alex looked down at Draco's wand, and shook his head, he looked over Draco's shoulder, directly into Harry's eyes, "You're going to regret this," he whispered softly, backing off from Draco and appararating out of the room.
"Thanks, Draco, for covering for me," muttered Harry, looking down on the floor, a blush set in his cheeks.
"Harry are you blushing?" asked Draco, amused, " Did my charm finally get to you? Do you feel dizzy after such an exhilarating kiss?" asked Draco, his voice getting lower. "You wouldn't be the first one," he added, almost as an afterthought.
"Uhh…" said Harry, now a bright red…it had been rather exhilarating…
Draco laughed, "Come on, let's get out of this dump."
They walked down the street, through the deserted alleys, through the park, and finally found themselves getting nearer to downtown.
Harry was deep in thought, he could not, not for the light of him, understand how he ended up kissing Draco. Sure, it was in a jest, but did kisses between friends leave one breathless? He had felt energy surge through him when they had kissed, and it had been so much that he had ended it. He had no idea what he was feeling anymore. Was it mutual? He doubted it.
As he continued thinking, he suddenly bumped into Draco, whom had stopped in front of a pub.
Harry raised a questioning eyebrow, wondering what they were doing here at another pub. "Um… what is this place?" he asked, curiously looking around.
"Just a bar," Draco said.
"What are we doing here?" asked Harry still gazing confusedly around.
"Well, we're going to celebrate, of course," Draco said, 'Or rather, drink everything away…' he thought.
"But we didn't even capture Lestrange."
"But we did capture two death eaters."
"I'm all dusty, though, and tired."
"Fine, ruin our fun," Draco said, exasperated.
"We can come back later on," Harry said.
"Sure, why not," Draco muttered as he walked towards the hotel.
Both got there, and after taking off his shoes, Harry fell asleep.
A few hours later, he was woken up by a sharp peck. After a few pecks he got up, only to notice his hand emerged in ruffles and a white figure by his side.
"Hedwig…" he mumbled, grabbing his glasses, and putting them on. He was glad his pet had appeared, even more so that there was a letter. After petting Hedwig a bit, he opened the one letter that waited for him.
Hey Harry,
How are you? Hermione's out at the moment, but sends her love, and says she'll write you the next letter. How are things over there? Good? I have a few days off soon, so if you want to have some company, just send word.
-Ron
Harry stared at the letter, ecstatic to be hearing from his friend again, and finding whatever paper and pen he could find, hastily wrote a reply, asking Ron exactly when he was going to be free. He gave the note to Hedwig and after petting her, sent her off through the window, wondering how she had been able to find him down here.
He walked back to his bed once more, wondering where Draco was as he noticed the boy wasn't in the room, when he noticed the Daily Prophet on the bed, exactly where Ron's letter had been.
He looked at the front page, only to find an article on something over Gringott's and some special thing that had happened. 'At least it's nothing tragic,' he thought, as he flipped the newspaper over when he met, once again, the face of his former boyfriend and his partner.
'Engaged' the headline read, and under it was the article. Shocked, Harry read on, finding his heart slowly freezing over and his stomach housing a heavy feeling as he read. 'But…how…what…' he thought. After all, the relationship had only been going for over a week. How could this be happening. He read on, only to find the answer he looked for.
"Reporter: Doesn't this seem all too hasty?"
"Oliver: Not at all. We feel like we've known each other for years and want to be together forever. I know its rash, but I am not letting him go."
Harry lowered the newspaper. It was over, it was truly over. Throughout his ordeal here, he had thought of Oliver, he had thought of all the things they had done, and all of Oliver's promises of love and their 'perfect' relationship. Now, even the small hope he had, had vanished. There was nothing left. All gone.
He sat on the chair, and looked blankly at the wall. Without notice, a feeling of rage took over him and he stoop up. He grabbed everything on the table and threw it on the floor. He took ragged breaths as he continued to throw everything in his way, "That... fucking... asshole….how could he…bastard!" he yelled whenever something smashed on the wall. After what seemed like hours, he lowered himself into the bed, small sobs escaping his lips.
'Why me? Why don't I have luck with relationships?' Wearily and mechanically, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he emerged, he came face-to-face with Draco.
"Wow, Harry, did you have to destroy our room? Need anger management classes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry as he looked around the room.
"Sorry, Draco, I needed to do that…I'll fix it," muttered Harry, raising his wand and starting to clean the mess.
"Well, I'm going to take a quick shower, do you still want to go out?"
"Yes," said Harry quickly, feeling that he seemed a little desperate, he added, "I don't want to stay here, bored, while you have fun, and please do make it quick Draco."
"I always make it quick," said Draco amused.
"No you don-," Harry looked at Draco, who seemed to be smirking , "Ugh, you are the most perverted man I have ever met," said Harry, throwing a pillow at him.
Draco just laughed, and entered the bathroom.
About two hours later, Draco was finally out of the bathroom, and after their usual snide remarks, both made their way over to the bar Draco had stopped by earlier.
"After you," Draco said, opening the door for Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow but entered into the bar. In the middle of the place stood a dance floor with lights spinning out of control, illuminating the dancers as they blinked. To his right, Harry noticed the bar, and saw the tables scattered throughout.
"Come on," Draco said, walking past the astonished Harry towards the bar.
Harry shook his head to get rid of his sudden shock and followed closely behind Draco.
Both men ordered their drinks and the bartender was about to set them down when a brunette walked up to them.
"Hello, would you like to dance?" he said, his eyes looking thoroughly over Draco.
Draco lifted his eyes to meet two brown ones staring at him, then turned back to see two emerald ones with…jealousy?
'This could work to my advantage,' Draco thought. "You don't mind, do you Harry?" Draco asked, already getting up without a response.
"No, go ahead," Harry said moodily, giving one last death glare at the brunette before turning around and facing the bar.
Draco grinned inwardly as he stepped towards the dance floor, joining the gyrating bodies.
"Harry!" a voice said through a crowd.
"…" Harry looked around, lifting his head up and glancing in the voice's direction. "Chris?..."
"Hey, Harry, what a coincidence meeting you here," Chris said taking a seat next to Harry and noticing the glasses in front of him. 'Did he drink that many?' he thought as he ordered one for himself before beginning to speak again. "So, how are you, Harry?"
"I could be better," Harry muttered moodily, yet clearly, "You know, nothing can happen between us."
Chris' shoulders dropped at Harry's words but he wasn't about to give up. "I know." He said, "I was just wondering if you'd like to finish that dancing lesson? Might as well enjoy yourself," he said sultrily, laughing slightly at Harry's blush.
"Come on," he said before Harry had muttered a response and, wrapping his arm around Harry, dragged him to the dance floor.
Draco couldn't take his eyes away from Harry as he danced closely to the same man as the last time they had gone out. He couldn't help but wonder if Harry had called him to come by. Then again, when he left to dance, he noticed how angry he had looked.
"So, Harry, what have you been up to, I haven't seen you for a couple of days?"
"Well, I've been very busy lately…"
"And the blonde?" asked Chris raising an eyebrow.
"The blonde…? Oh yea, Draco, yes we've been very busy. Career stuff, you know. We ended up staying here after I saw you, but I'm certain that we're leaving tomorrow."
"Well, might as well make the most of it," said Chris, taking Harry closer to him.
"But…"
"Yes, Harry, I know, but come on, why not have some fun? You're leaving tomorrow, so no harm done."
"I'm not like that," said Harry looking directly into Chris' eyes.
"Oh! No, of course not!" exclaimed Chris, "Let's just dance and have some drinks, you know?"
Harry nodded and continued dancing, until he felt a bump on his shoulder. He turned at the touch and was caught off-guard by two gray eyes staring back at him. "I thought you didn't dance," Draco said, his voice kind of edged.
"I don't!" Harry exclaimed, looking at Chris who had drawn up beside him, "Chris was just showing me how to."
Draco turned his gaze to Chris before turning back to Harry, "If you wanted lessons, you could have just asked," Draco said teasingly.
"Are…are you jealous Draco?" Harry asked, smirking at Draco and his sudden change of expression.
"What? No…I don't care if you dance with him…"Draco said, turning around, blushing furiously, and walking back to the bar.
Harry looked after him, a small smile playing on his face, when he felt a tug at his arm.
"Want to go get a drink?" asked Chris, pointing now to the bar. Harry nodded and followed, scowling as he saw 'the blonde' down a drink before standing up and joining the same man to dance once again.
'Wait…now I'm jealous?' Harry thought. His thoughts were pushed away by Chris' voice, offering him the drink that had already arrived.
"I was wondering…do you have a boyfriend?" Chris suddenly asked, shocking Harry.
"Um…well…no," Harry said, "but I already told you, it's not going to work with us," he added quickly, downing another glass as he did.
"I know," Chris said sadly, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"…Yes," Harry said, wondering where this was leading to.
"How many?" Chris asked, his eyes intently on Harry and shinning with an obvious drunkenness.
"Um...two," Harry said, downing another drink as he remembered what he'd wanted to forget.
"Two!" Chris said, obviously shocked. "No wonder you seemed so innocent."
"Innocent…?" Harry asked as Chris nodded.
"I love your blushes," Chris said, now slurring and Harry was too, beginning to feel the buzz.
"Ummm…well thanks," Harry said, feeling a sudden ability to do anything reckless.
Chris stared at Harry and, lifting a hand, pushed some of Harry's hair out of his eyes. Harry blushed and turned but Chris took Harry's face by his chin and turned it to face his. "There's the blush I love," he said as he gazed at Harry.
Harry blushed further, still drunk, and stared at Chris, completely out of it.
Chris used his other hand to remove his glasses, making Harry's vision fuzzy except for two clear blue eyes that seemed to be drawing closer.
"But…I thought…we can't," Harry said, his voice slightly slurred.
"Like I said, Harry, might as well have some fun," Chris said before lowering himself for a kiss when a sudden hand turned Harry around.
"Want to dance?" a voice said.
"Renewing your offer, Draco?" Harry asked, the boy's figure and voice familiar even without his glasses.
"Let's just say I want you to leave Boston having learned something," Draco said.
Harry smiled sheepishly, and didn't notice Draco's angry glare with his blurred vision. "Sure," Harry said, and felt around for his glasses.
"Here," Draco said, putting the glasses on Harry, and drawing him to the dance floor.
Harry couldn't help but silently laugh at the glare Draco had given Chris just before they had left - it was very amusing to say the least. His laughter left him when Draco grabbed his waist with a firm grip and shifted him closer to him. He could feel a thousand emotions swirl through his mind as Draco danced slowly, moving to the slow, sensuous beat that was being played. Harry took a hold of Draco's shoulders and began dancing the same way as Draco.
Harry lost himself to the music and to Draco. He closed his eyes as they got closer to each other and using his hands, he started running them up and down Draco's back, and up to his neck, caressing the soft skin that he touched. With each touch, his fingers felt as if they were on fire, and he started breathing heavily, becoming lost in the scent that was Draco.
Draco opened his eyes, feeling Harry's light feather touches against his skin. It felt so damn right…nothing else mattered…Lestrange….his father…he had Harry with him, there in his arms. What else could he want? He shifted his hands lower on Harry's back, and pulled him against him, hearing a low moan from Harry as he grinded into Harry, all conscious thoughts leaving his mind.
"You're a fast learner, Harry," whispered Draco into Harry's ear.
Harry blushed. " Well you're an amazing dancer, Draco," whispered Harry back, "Should have taken your offer sooner," he said, placing his head on Draco's shoulders, still dancing to the music.
Draco felt very content as he danced with Harry, feeling that nothing could be more perfect. Harry was enjoying himself, he could tell, and as far as he was concerned, no other man that Harry had danced with had gotten such a response from him.
Harry continued dancing with Draco, his hand resting softly on Draco's shoulders when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hello, Harry," a rather slurred voice said. Harry lifted his head and turned only to find Chris standing there, two arms extended towards him. "Now that you've learned how to dance, how about it?" Chris said, the suggestiveness of the comment reaching Draco's ears.
"Eh…sure," Harry said, leaving Draco's arms and into Chris'.
Draco glanced at Chris warily, wondering what the other boy was up to, and decided to keep an eye on them.
Chris pulled Harry close to him, and Harry drew near, dancing almost as he had danced with Draco, although there was some awkwardness in his movements.
"Just relax," Chris said, placing a hand rather low on Harry's back, and pressing their bodies together to where they rubbed against each other with every movement.
Harry visibly gulped, bring out a low chuckle from Chris that vibrated from his chest and into Harry. "Just calm down," Chris said, placing his free hand around Harry's neck. Harry smiled awkwardly, too dazed from the toxin in the beer and what was occurring to think clearly. He looked at Chris' face, and found it growing nearer once again, except this time their lips did meet.
Harry felt a short jolt of excitement go through him, although he did not experience the same breathlessness of Draco's kiss, when all of a sudden he was rather forcefully pulled away.
"What are you doing?" a voice hissed at him.
Lifting his eyes, Harry saw Draco grabbing to his arm. "Kissing Chris," he said, not thinking.
Draco glared at him, "But why would-," he started when Harry's lips suddenly descended on Draco's.
Draco, caught unaware, let go of Harry, then pushed him away, his eyes filled with rage. "Let's go," he said, and grabbing Harry's arm and taking him to a dark corner, apparated both of them back to the hotel room.
"I was just having fun," Harry said, whining as Draco dropped him on his bed.
"No, you were making an ass of yourself and kissing everyone with no reason," Draco said, closing his eyes then reopening them only to find Harry's own eyes inches away from his.
"I didn't kiss you for no reason," Harry said, and once again descended on Draco's lips.
Once again, Draco pushed him away angrily. "Then why did you kiss that man you were with!" exclaimed Draco, standing up. "Don't you give me that fucking excuse that you meant to kiss me," Draco snapped.
"Malfoy, what the hell is your problem? Chris caught me off guard, and I wasn't thinking!" yelled Harry, also getting up from the bed.
"So you weren't thinking either when you were going to kiss me," said Draco in a pained voice.
"I never said that, Draco!" exclaimed Harry passionately, standing in front of Draco. "I meant that kiss," he whispered.
"You're drunk," said Draco shortly.
Harry threw him arms up in the air, exasperated, "I may be drunk, but right now, I'm fine!"
"Why the sudden change?" drawled Draco, not making any movement to draw back from Harry.
"Because…"
"Exactly, you're still not thinking," said Draco, turning around, his chest heaving.
"No!" yelled Harry, grabbing Draco's shoulders and forcibly turning him around.
Draco turned around, an exasperated look on his face as he stared at Harry. "No what?" he asked tiredly, too many emotions beginning to suffocate him as he tried to reason with Harry.
"I am thinking," Harry pleaded, holding on to Draco tightly and looking at him in the eye. "I really do mean it," he whispered into Draco's ear, brushing his lips lightly over Draco's ear and trailing them over to Draco's lips, pressing them tightly against his.
Draco stood paralyzed in his place, millions of thoughts running through his head, each one ordering him to do something. He felt Harry push himself closer and at the contact all of Draco's misgivings fled, and he readily gave in, responding to Harry with his own locked up passion.
Draco placed his hands behind Harry's head, and slipped in his tongue into Harry's willing mouth, tasting Harry's unique taste. They both kissed slowly, their desires making their kiss turn possessive and passionate, making both men tremble with need.
Harry pushed Draco to the wall and placed his hands on both sides of Draco. He ran his hands down Draco's chest and started to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel Draco's skin underneath his fingers. Draco started doing the same and soon, both found themselves shirtless.
Harry lowered his head, placing kisses on Draco's soft, pale skin. His head was about to explode with emotion - everything was just so perfect.
Draco thrusted up, and hearing Harry's moan, did it again. He placed his hands on Harry's trousers and began zipping them down, taking Harry's face and making those emerald orbs stare at him with intensity.
Harry stared up at him, shuddering at the touch of Draco's hands. He moaned slightly as he felt kisses being placed on his neck and shoulders and both moved slowly over to one of the beds.
"Seems like we are sharing a bed after all," Draco purred into Harry's ear before embellishing him with more feathery kisses. He slowly made his way over to Harry's lips once again and kissed him passionately as his hands moved lightly over Harry's crotch.
Harry kissed Draco back and a low groan emanated from his throat. He thrusted upwards, wanting more of Draco's touch.
Draco removed Harry's pants and undergarments before doing the same to himself. He tore himself away from the kiss to marvel at Harry. Tentatively, almost shyly, he place a hand over Harry, running it slowly lower and lower.
Harry, though, turned them both around and began planting kisses all over Draco's body. He sucked and nipped and kissed Draco, starting from his lips and slowly lowering as he continued down Draco's body.
Draco emitted a few moans which slowly grew louder and louder as Harry went lower and lower. Harry, not at all shyly, shifted his focus onto Draco's manhood and begun administrations which resulted in moans of ecstasy and clutches from Draco. Once done, Harry lifted himself back up and kissed Draco on the lips when he suddenly felt himself being turned over.
"You're not getting all the fun," Draco said rather low, and after much teasing, whispered into Harry's ear.
"Are you OK with it?" he said breathlessly.
"Oh god, yes, Draco…please," moaned Harry, his response making Draco's breath hitch.
With a trembling breath, he thrusted into Harry, and after some minutes in pure bliss, he got Harry to climax and groan in pure enjoyment.
Draco kissed Harry and Harry kissed back with equal passion, both men now tired but satisfied... 'and possibly more,' thought Draco as he slowly drifted off into a contented sleep, Harry following suit.
A/N: sooooooo enjoyed it? Hehehe, please review! Thanks!