Author note: I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter world. Story is written just for fun.

I haven't written FanFiction in over 10 years. If you like it let me know. I'll continue. Enjoy!!

"Why are there so many damn-" just before the word buttons escaped red puffy lips, they flew everywhere from a hard yank. Tanned fingers were tired of fumbling with the small black,nearly impossible to undo creations of hell.

Now that the obstacles were out of his way, the light green fabric fell open revealing the most beautiful, delicious, pale skin he had ever seen. He must of been staring for too long, because a soft whimper escaped the other man's lips and the man ground against his thigh that was nestled between the pale man's parted legs.

"You are impatient, Malfoy." The dark haired man tsked disapprovingly.

"Hardly Potter, I've waited plenty long enough." Draco smirked as he pulled at the man's black tee shirt untucking it from the waist band of his jeans. In an easy fluid movement, Draco had pulled the article off in seconds, revealing exactly what he had expected. Ripples of muscles from years of training, dark nipples peaked at attention, a dusting of hair that trailed into the jeans hanging off his hips and tanned skin from hours in the sun. "I fucking knew you were hot." Draco stated matter of factly before red lips were back on his, teeth and tongues clashing together in a frenzy.

Harry's hands moved up over the pale chest and pushed the light green button up down off his shoulders and arms until the offensive fabric pooled at their feet. Harry didn't want to talk. He want to fuck. For once in his life he didn't want it to be planned, calculated, a certain time or god damn boring. He wanted a hot, no thought, passionate fuck.

Harry kissed down Draco's jaw line nipping any skin he thought looked a little too pale for his liking. He moved down to his neck listening to the whimpers the blond made as he sucked a sensitive section between his teeth leaving a purple bruise in his wake. His hands found the button on Draco's dress slacks, pulled hard, popping that button off as well.

Draco groaned, "Potter! You have managed to destroy my favorite work outfit in only a matter of minutes." His grey eyes met green ones as he felt the dress slacks slide down his legs. Harry stepped on them helping Draco free his legs before kicking them somewhere behind them.

"You are a bloody wizard Malfoy. A swish and a flick and your perfect, proper, over priced dress clothes will be as good as new." He paused with a half smile, "except every time you wear them after tonight you will imagine me deep inside that tight ass of yours." Harry was pleased when he felt Draco's cock throb through his briefs against his leg.

"You have a dirty mouth Potter." Draco whimpered as the taller man dropped to his knees in front of him. Draco braced himself against the wall as he felt Harry's breath ghost over his covered erection.

"Does that mean you want me to stop then?" Harry asked eyes looking up full of lust, a mischievous glint sparkling through. Harry had his fingers at the top of his briefs fingering the elastic he found there.

Draco looked down at him, chest heaving, his nerves a mess. What the fuck was he doing right now? Was he really going to let the savior of the entire wizarding world actually fuck him. How did they even get to this point? How did a quiet evening at the ministry gala turn into Harry Potter half naked about to put his cock in his beautiful mouth? Before Draco could muster an answer, Harry had pulled at the briefs, let out a moan of approval at what he saw before swallowing Draco's entire erection.

Well, whatever got them to this moment, Draco wasn't about to stop it. Besides, with Harry's warm mouth doing unspeakable things to his cock, he didn't have enough brain cells to muster the word stop. It was going to be a long night.

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Draco peaked one eye open, the sunlight was beaming into his apartment making it impossible to continue to sleep. Now that sleep was leaving him he began to feel the events of the evening coming over his body. He was sore. Pleasantly sore, but sore none the less. His head throbbed from too much champagne and the bottle of fire whiskey he had gotten into. He managed to roll just enough so the sun wasn't blinding him when he heard his front door shut.

"Classy Potter." He muttered not so surprised that boy wonder was sneaking out. He rubbed his temples, eyes shutting tight for another moment. He mustered enough strength to push the covers down and sit up. He glanced around his bedroom and pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to clean. The room smelled of sex and looked like he had been robbed. His desk chair was flipped over, his paper work all over the floor. His clothing from last night was strewn about carelessly. He saw his lamp was knocked off the night stand, broken. The empty bottle of fire whiskey lay on the floor.

Draco pushed the covers off the rest of the way and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. His back side throbbed when he moved too quickly. His legs were stiff as he put his feet on the ground standing up. He padded across the floor to the bathroom. He paused and looked in the mirror. His neck and chest were littered in love bites. There were a few larger ones on his thighs and one on his hip. He touched them with a soft smirk. They had been worth the pain. Potter had been one hell of a partner in bed. A very attentive partner. They hadn't talked much, they just moved well together. He knew what Draco wanted before Draco himself actually knew. They had fucked four times. Once in his kitchen right against the wall as they made it in the door. Once on his desk, which was how everything ended up on the floor and twice in his bed. He let Potter top him every time. He almost never allowed a man to top, but something about how aggressive Potter was last night made him submit so easily.

Draco moved into the bathroom starting the shower. Blaise was going to have a field day with him if he managed to notice both Potter and Himself disappeared at the same time last night. He was sure he noticed, Blaise never missed a beat. "God I'm so fucked, and not in a good way."

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"Harry?! I thought something bad happened to you!" Suddenly arms were around his neck, yanking him into a kiss. After a few moments Harry pulled back, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah sorry about that. I had too much champagne and didn't want everyone to see me drunk off my arse, so I crashed in my office. " he lied smoothly. Why did the lie come so easily? Normally he couldn't lie to save his own skin. He hated lying. He had no choice, while he was completely aware of what he did last night and was fully aware he made that choice, he wasn't planning on sharing that with anyone.

Ginny pecked his lips one more time and let him go. " Aw babe, it's okay. You should have told me. We could have come home early. " Harry watched the red head move to the coffee pot and pour him a mug. She was still wearing last nights makeup, her hair only half up from her up do. It appeared she had managed to get out of the scandalous black dress she had on all by herself, she was in one of Harry's quidditch tees and a pair of his boxers.

He graciously accepted the mug and sipped. It instantly soothed his sore and dry throat. "Mmm thanks. If you don't mind, I'm going to go shower. I feel all ..." he paused trying to find the right words.

Ginny smiled sitting down at the table, " I get it. Go ahead. I have to call over to mums anyways and figure out the rest of the shower plans for next weekend." She sipped her own coffee.

Harry was glad Ginny couldn't see his face. Bridal shower, it made him cringe. Harry looked over his shoulder, "Okay. Sounds good." He shuffled into the bathroom and shut the door. He set his mug on the counter before placing both hands flat leaning on the same space letting out a large breath. Back to reality.

He was marrying Ginny in a months time, would be head of defense training before the end of the summer, and would be expect to start a family before the end of the year. As if saving the damn world wasn't enough. His whole life was planned. Every. Single. Day. There was expectations that he never knew would fall upon him.

With a heavy sigh he pushed off the counter and began to undress. He could smell Malfoy all over him. His no doubt expensive cologne lingered on his skin. He breathed it in for a few moments, last nights events flashing in his mind. The blond beneath him, arching with pleasure at every thrust Harry had given him. Draco had been a very receptive lover. He moved when Harry moved. Took everything Harry had thrown at him, with little lip. Harry had certainly abused the man's body, letting all his frustrations out on him.

Harry turned the knobs of the shower and stepped in. He glanced down at his now throbbing member, having been dreaming of last nights romps. Before Harry could take care of it, the bathroom door opened.

"Harry, I'm just gonna shower at mums. She needs help with a few of the decorations. I love you. I'll be home for dinner."

Harry let out a breath and yelled out of the shower. "Okay Gin, I love you too." He heard the door shut and glanced down, his erection now dissipated.

'Well,' he thought. 'I have the whole day to myself, unplanned... now what to do.' As of his brain was working in separate units today, it pushed memories of the naked blond to the front of his mind as if to say, let's start with this. He fisted his member in agreement. He wanted to relive that moment and here was his chance.