"Really Dray?" Blaise asked as he tapped his fingers on Draco's desk two days later. "You want me to believe that on the same night that boy savior Potter left the gala unnoticed, you also ended up in bed with a stranger who left all those love bites on you, but it wasn't Potter?"
Draco sighed setting down his quill. He looked up at his friend who was still pestering him. He knew this was going to be a serious pain in his ass. "Yes Blaise, that is exactly what I expect you to believe, because that's exactly what happened. "
Blaise clicked his tongue against his teeth in thought. "Draco, we have been friends since we were four. You do realize that I know you better than anyone on this planet. There is no bloody way you expect me to believe that story. Come on!" Blaise rolled his eyes at his friend. "Draco you still can't sit flat on your bottom. Since sixth year, when you told me you preferred men to women, you have never let a man fuck you. You have always topped. So you are going to look me in my face, and tell me a stranger you so happened to meet at the gala, who you can't remember his name, you allowed him to climb on top of you and make you that sore?"
Draco sighed heavily and pushed back from his desk. He clearly wasn't getting any work done today. Blaise wasn't going to drop the subject. "What is it you want me to say exactly Blaise?"
Blaise watched his friend shove the parchment he was working on into a drawer and shut it.
Draco developed potions for the ministry. New ones, improved old ones, and of course had private buyers. Draco was one hell of a potions master. After losing his entire family fortune to the ministry after the war, Draco started making a new name for himself. Got a great job, worked hard, supported himself and stayed away from anything that seemed like it could cause trouble. 'Except Potter,' his brain offered easily.
" I want you to tell me all the dirty details," Blaise practically hummed as he lifted himself to sit on Draco's desk.
Draco rubbed his temples, thankful that he had a private office in the ministry. "I swear Blaise, if you say-" before Draco could even finish Blaise squealed in delight.
"Yes! I fucking knew it Dray. As soon as I notice you both were gone. Harry was drinking quite a bit of champagne and was eyeing you up all night!" Blaise kicked his feet excitedly. "Tell me EVERYTHING! No detail is too dirty." He added with a smirk.
"Honestly Blaise there's not a lot to tell," he lied shrugging. He didn't want Blaise to know it had been the best fuck of his life.
"Stop lying," Blaise hissed. "Dracoooooo." He whined in a child like manor.
"Fine. Fine, you want a porno I'll give you a porno." Draco threw himself back in his chair wincing hitting his bottom too hard.
"I want a play by play. Is he big?" Blaise smirked watching his friends pale face start to flush.
" I mean, he's not average by any means." Draco let out a breath then a chuckle. Maybe he did need to talk about it. "He sucks cock like he was born to!" Draco leaned in.
"Who sucks like he was born to?" Asked a voice from the door way making Blaise and Draco about hit the ceiling.
Draco peered around his dark skinned friend and noted that Harry fucking Potter was in his office. Why the bloody hell was that man standing in his office. They didn't even work on the same floor.
"Uh, Draco was just telling me about a one night stand he once had. Living the glory days." Blaise offered sliding off Draco's desk brushing his pants off. "Thanks for lunch and the story Dray. I'll owl your later. We can make dinner plans." He squeezed by Harry with a smile "Potter." He nodded at him.
Draco watched Blaise retreat into the ministry halls and disappear. 'That bastard.' He thought as he shifted uncomfortably. He looked at Harry's face and noticed the man looked nervous.
"Uh can, well, I come in? I thought we should talk for a second." Harry said shifting the papers in his hands nervously.
"Of course Potter. Who wouldn't love a private meeting with the savior of our world?" He gestured for him to come into his large office, which consisted of a few chairs, his own desk and a large brewing area with many selves of ingredients.
Harry frowned at that but came in and shut the door. He paced back and forth trying to figure out how to start.
"Merlin's beard Potter. Sit down. You are making me dizzy." Draco pointed at a chair in front of his desk.
"Right, right sorry. I just... listen Malfoy... Draco.." he paused not sure what to call him as he sat in the softest chair he had ever felt, sinking right into it. He looked to the blond man for help.
"We are both adults, Harry. It's been a year since the end of the war. I'm sure we can manage to use first names at this point."
"Okay, yeah. Uh so Draco, I wanted to talk about, well the gala... and after the gala." He cleared his throat nervously.
"This is really not needed. I'm not writing to the profit Harry. I'm not telling the world. There's nothing to talk about. "
Harry looked a bit relieved, but Draco saw something else in his face. Confusion maybe. "Well I appreciate that. My wedding is in a month, and well you know the whole world is watching my every move, and they expect me to be... well... Harry Potter." He finished with a shrug.
Married. Draco had read that in The Daily Profit a few months ago. He remembered the moving picture. Of Harry proposing and Ginny jumping into his arms accepting enthusiastically. Ginny was winning the world in that picture.
"Right, well I'm not telling anyone. Your little mistake is safe with me." Draco winked. "Now if you don't mind, I really do need to get back to work before Kingsley comes in here and finds us both not doing work. "
Draco came around the desk and offered his hand to Harry to help him out of the chair. Harry accepted the hand graciously and made a funny noise getting out of the soft plump chair. He tried to gain his balance but tripped over his two left feet and knocked Draco into his own desk. "Sorry!" He said flustered. Draco made Harry feel like he was outside his own body. Like he had no control over himself.
Draco felt the weight of the other man against him and tried to calm his quickly racing pulse. "It's fine." He muttered helping Harry stand straight up, holding onto his arms.
Harry looked down at Draco. He was several inches shorter than himself. As soon as the man looked up at him with those beautiful grey eyes, something in him snapped. He wrapped an arm around the smaller man pressing their bodies together. Suddenly their lips were against each other in a battle of dominance. Harry wasn't sure who kissed who first, but he didn't care the second Draco whimpered and his lips parted allowing Harry to map out the man's mouth. He tasted as sweet as he remembered from Saturday. Like freshly picked peaches.
After several minutes of heavy snogging, there was a hard crisp knock on the door. "Draco? It's Kingsley. I have a project for you!" Draco pushed Harry away from him and quickly smoothed his hair and fixed his shirt and robes. "Come on in." He said praying his voice sounded normal.
"Harry?! What brings you to Draco's office?" The man asked carrying several rolled up parchment posters inside looking between the two men.
"Oh uh, I had an idea for a potion concept and thought who better to develop it than the master himself?" Harry offered nodding at Draco. "How about we finish this discussion tonight? We can grab dinner at the local pub and talk about my idea?" He smoothed his own shirt and robes. He could see how swollen Draco's lips were and prayed that Kingsley wouldn't notice.
"Uh well, yeah that's fine. I'll be done here at five. I'll meet you in the main lobby after that." He offered.
Harry nodded in agreement and smiled at the men. " talk to you later Kingsley." And with that Harry was out of his office.
Kingsley smiled, " I'm so glad to see that after all those years of fighting you two can manage to get along. " Draco accepted the posters from the man and held them up.
"I'll take a look at these and let you know in the morning." Draco watched the second man leave and close his office door. Draco leaned again his desk with a heavy sigh.
What in the hell was happening to his life?
