"I'm so sorry gin, it must be the stress at work... or maybe I had too many pints?" Harry lay on his back embarrassed and frustrated. This had never happened to him before. Ever.
Ginny lay beside him as equally frustrated. Harry had always been an adequate partner. Though they had never really explored outside basics and fell off schedule. "It's fine Harry. It's not the end of the world." She rolled off the bed and slipped on her nightgown quietly. Harry couldn't see her, but he could hear her soft foot steps head to the bathroom.
Harry sighed heavily. He wasn't stupid. He was spent. Literally. He had come so many times with Draco he had nothing left to give Ginny. She caught him off guard. They always had a strict schedule. They were always intimate on Wednesday's and Sunday's. He had to get it together before his entire life came crashing down in front of him. All because he couldn't keep it hard for his soon to be wife.
Ginny would be a good wife. She was smart, beautiful, loving and everything Harry was expected to marry. Harry, before the end of the war, had told Ginny he loved her. He hadn't expected to live, and he didn't want to die not having experienced love from a woman. Once the war came to an end and he had survived miraculous, suddenly there were expectations that came upon him.
He had been expected to work in the ministry, of course in the defensive training unit. There clearly no other job in the world for the man who stopped the greatest dark wizard in history. He was expected to keep appearances and be on his best behavior. He was famous and a war hero. The public would expect him to be perfection. But most importantly, he was expected to marry Ginny and create a family.
While Draco was fun, there was no future in that. There was no way the world could see Harry messing around with Draco. It was just sex. Hot, passionate, crazy, fulfilling sex. But nothing more. If he didn't get this out of his system quick, sex was going to land him on the front page of The Daily Prophet with no job, no wife and nothing but scandals.
He had told Draco that tonight. That he wanted to keep having sex with the man until he said his vows to Ginny. He knew it was wrong. It was cheating. Ginny deserved better than that, but Harry needed this. This last bit of freedom before the rest of his life fell into an everyday mundane pattern.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear Ginny come back until she was sliding under the covers beside him. He felt her snuggle up to him and lay her head on his chest. Instinctively Harry wrapped an arm around her.
"I really am sorry Ginny. I hope you won't stay mad at me long" he said gently kissing the top of her head.
"I'm not mad Harry. Sexually frustrated sure, but not mad. You have a ton of stuff on your plate. You're always good to me. Just because we couldn't make love tonight doesn't mean you aren't still an amazing man to me. Wednesday we will just have to have twice the fun" she chuckled into his warm skin.
Harry didn't deserve her understand. Guilt ripped through his stomach. "I love you Ginny." He whispered letting her drift off to sleep and he lay awake. He was an awful person.
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"Fuck." Draco said breathlessly as his body collapsed against his desk. He felt Harry pull out of him and Harry's come slide down his thighs.
"I'm pretty sure that's what I just did." Harry said in an almost smug Malfoy like manor. Harry waved his wand cleaning himself up and pulling up his boxers and work pants. He watched the blond push up off his desk and mutter his own cleaning spell. He saw the blond pull his slacks up and attempt to smooth his shirt.
Harry had come down to deliver a list of potions the defense unit needed and found the blond biting at his quill deep in thought. He hasn't even notice Harry come in and shut the door, locking and protecting the office from prying ears and eyes. Seeing Draco flustered and biting that damn pen made him want to jump him right there. So he did. He had come around the desk quickly pushing his ink well over on the floor, lifting the blond out of his chair, plopping him onto the desk and ravishing him.
Draco sighed looking at the mess on the floor and his desk. "You know, I'm not surprised you leave a mess everywhere you go Harry. " he glanced at the taller man which was a mistake because suddenly Harry was on him nipping his lips wanted him to part them so his tongue could battle against his.
When they broke apart from the kiss, Draco breathless, lips swollen and chest heaving Harry smirked and headed towards the door. Before opening it and heading into the hall way he glanced back, "you weren't complaining a few moments ago about the mess I left inside of you." He winked and then shut the door behind him.
"God damn cheeky bastard." Draco rolled his eyes and started cleaning up the mess they created.
"You know Dray, you can't keep avoiding me."
Draco groaned loudly. "Blaise I'm at work. I really don't have time for this."
"Oh but you had time to let Potter fuck you on your desk." He said with a sly smile.
"Oh my fucking god Blaise. Shut up. Close the door and we can talk." Draco watched the dark haired man move to the door with hurry.
"Spill it Draco. The fact that you let that man fuck you in your office... " Blaise hurried back and plopped into the comfy arm chair that was there.
Draco sighed but told him how too much champagne and back talk at the gala led them back to his apartment. And how they had met three times since then.
"What are you playing at Dray? You know that's Harry fucking Potter. "
Draco sighed his face buried into his hands. "You think I don't know that Blaise? I know that every time this happens I'm risking my entire life and his. Yet I can't seem to stop myself. Every time I plan to tell him we should stop, we end up naked." Draco groaned.
"Do you like him Dray? Like... you know. Like him?" He wiggled his eye brows.
Draco shook his head, "you know me better than that Blaise. I let no one in that deep. This is strictly sex. A little fantasy coming true. In less than three weeks Harry will say I do to that Weasley and I will move on. I will go back to drowning myself into my potions and that will be it. He made it very clear this was him exploring freedom before he had to commit for the rest of his life."
Blaise looked at his friend with sad eyes. The war had changed the blond man. It was too bad that he fell for the savior, no matter how much he denied it. Draco always wanted things that were impossible. It was in his DNA he swore. He was sure both boys would make each other very happy, but clearly neither were willing to take the risk.
"I'm sorry Dray." He offered gently.
"Honestly Blaise there's nothing to be sorry about. It's just sex. And in three weeks I'll move on like nothing happened. It will be that simple. He will say I do to the love of his life and I will slip back into my life quietly." He looked up at the dark skinned man. "Now if you've gotten yourself enough drama for the day..." Draco pointed at the door.
Blaise let out a laugh," you honestly think I'm going to let you kick me out of here before you give me all the dirty details about Potter? Oh no, you are sorely mistaken there Mr. Malfoy. I want every dirty detail. Down to the taste of his cock. Spare me nothing."
Draco knew if he didn't oblige, Blaise would just pester him. "Fine. What do you want to know?"
"Let's start with how he kisses." Blaise smirked noting the man's swollen lips. This was going to be fun.
Authors note: so short chapter. But it's mostly to answer so if the questions you might have. Next chapter, things are going to take a dramatic turn.
