"How do you keep your skin so damn soft? I picture you slathering yourself in lotion everyday. But it doesn't taste like you do." Harry was nestled between Draco's legs marking up his too pale for his liking thighs.

Draco hummed in pleasure, letting out a gasp when Harry sucked hard for sure leaving a bruise. "I don't do anything. I'm just... built like this I guess." Draco looked down watching Harrys tanned and calloused hands travel up his legs before one stopped and fisted Draco's growing erection. Harry stroked him leisurely.

"I just don't understand it. You're soft in all the right places, and hard in the others." Harry smirked running his thumb over Draco's tip spreading the drop of pre-cum he found there. "I never knew how much I could appreciate another man's body." Harry shifted his weight and let his mouth come close to Draco's tip. "I never knew how good you could smell, or taste even." He let his tongue dart out to snag a taste and was rewarded with a long slow grown from him. Harry opened his mouth and pulled Draco's throbbing member between his lips.

Harry was pleased with the sounds falling out of blonds mouth. He knew he was working slow and teasing the hell out of him. Draco was certainly a spoiled prat. He expected things at his speed, when he wanted it and exactly how he wanted it. Harry loved to push those buttons.

He felt Draco thread his fingers in his hair urging him to move quicker. To bring him to the edge. Harry heard him moan his name and glanced up. Suddenly he felt a tug in his hair. Pulling harder than he anticipated, so he let off. "Damn, Draco you are going to rip my hair right out." Harry looked at the way Draco was looking at him. He look like he'd seen a ghost. "What is wrong with you. I know I'm not that bad at sucking cock. You told me yourself that-"

"Well it's probably because your fiancé is standing in the door way watching her soon to be husband sucking off a bloody man. Not just any man, Draco Malfoy none the less."

Harry whipped his head around so hard he was sure he was seeing stars. "Ginny, I... how did you..."

Ginny was standing in the door way leaning against the frame her arms crossed against her chest. She was just standing there, lips pursed together in disappointment.

"Well you told me you were in the office. I had a surprise for you. News really. Well I showed up and Kingsley told me you and Malfoy here were out looking for potion ingredients for some project. So I tracked you. And here we are." She waved her one hand at the bed. Ginny didn't even look angry. She had a strange expression on her face. "So all those long hours, why you were so tired... you were fucking Malfoy?"

Harry was slipping on his jeans at this point, Draco looked like he wanted to just slip into nothing. "Weasley, this... it isn't ... we just..." it didn't matter what he said or how he said it. He was sleeping with someone else man.

Ginny looked at the blond looking completely ravished in bed. Harry never ravished her like that. "You know Malfoy," Ginny said thoughtfully. "I don't even blame you. You are a single man. A spoiled ass, grown man, who doesn't care who you hurt as long as you get what you want." She pushed her self up off the door frame. " well my news was, I was promoted. They offered me my own office in France. I was thinking we could talk about buying a house, there in France. So I guess, I got my answer huh."

"Ginny please!" Harry pleaded. "Draco... Draco was just a fling. I needed to let off some steam. My whole life was suffocating. I needed to let loose! It didn't mean anything!" Harry was slipping on his sneakers and pulling his shirt on over his head, following the red head out. "Please Gin, let's talk about it."

Ginny whipped around and poked Harry right in his chest. "Harry Potter don't you dare try and make me feel like I should be having a conversation with you. I just caught you, literally with your mouth full of a man's cock! Draco Malfoy's to boot! I'm bloody mad right now. I have a right to be. I don't want to talk about it. I want to go home, drown myself in a bottle of wine and pass out in bed. You stay here, go to work, go anywhere but our flat. You can owl me tomorrow and I'll see if maybe I'm ready to talk!" With that she turned on her heal let her self out of Draco's flat and slammed the door behind her.

It was Draco's turn to stand in the door way watching Harry stand there confused, alone and torn. Honestly, Draco wasn't sure he cared. Harrys words had hurt. He didn't mean anything? Sure, it had been just sex but he had thought they were becoming friends. He watched Harry turn and look at him.

"Draco," Harry started quietly. He took a step towards the blond and Draco held his hand up to stop him.

"Listen Harry. I don't need you to try and explain. This was always meant to end. We knew that. That this," he pointed between them, " could never and would never be more than a few romps and maybe at best a friendship. I am truly sorry that it ended like this, with Weasley catching us. I think you should grab a room at the Three Broom Sticks and prove to her you want her if that is the route you are going to go. But this, us... it's over. It's really time we move on." Draco watched a few emotions flash through his face before he nodded curtly.

"Right, you're right. See you in the office Draco." Harry opened and shut the door behind him.

Draco let out the breath he was holding. He knew that bringing Harry home that night was a bad idea. But being selfish, was something he couldn't help. Ginny had been right. All he cared about was what he wanted. At the time all he wanted was to get Harry Potter naked in his bed.