(Nuances Ch. 2)

I hadn't really intended to end up at anyone's apartment when I'd set out for a casual dinner alone that night. And I certainly hadn't planned on that flat belonging to Harry Potter, former bane of my existence and current center for every single one of my desires. As that thought flickered across my still muddled brain I was slightly shocked. Why was it this black-clad boy was having such a devastating effect on me? I had no clue, and so I waited silently with my heart pounding so loudly I was sure every single muggle on this level could hear it through their walls, trying not to look like some lost pup following his rather suave, sexy, delectable master home. I cringed. I certainly hope dogs didn't even think that way about their masters.

"You coming Drac?" That deep velvet voice breathed and I snapped out of my reverie to notice that the door was in fact open and had been for who knows how long. I flushed slightly and nodded, feeling the back of my neck burn. But, mustering my dignity I followed him into the flat, closing the door behind me, only to find myself pressed up against it and a devastatingly handsome man pressed up against me from thighs to shoulders.

Those wicked emerald eyes sparkled, darkened with an emotion I'm sure was reflected in my own gaze, and I groaned, arching against him as he grinned, knowing full well what he was doing to me, and enjoying every single minute of his power. In my fantasies of meeting Harry Potter again I had always been the one in control, the one who tossed the insults, and walked away leaving that awkward child from Hogwarts behind, confident in my ability to still get a rise out of him. It had never involved this idea, this sexually potent man who hovered centimeters from my lips, a smile dancing across his mouth, breath ghosting across my face and smelling of the chocolate we'd shared and the wine we'd had. Simply being that close to his mouth elected another moan from my lips and I have no clue who struck first, but we were suddenly in battle, tongues warring for control, dueling as he pressed me into the oak of his door, my body flush against his, trapped in a state of limbo.

My hands were somehow in his hair, and his lips caressed mine as if he'd done this every day for his entire life. I probably should have been slightly concerned as to why Harry was so good at this, but suddenly he was dropping kisses to my jaw line and tracing my sides with his hands and I couldn't bring myself to care.

My own hands dropped from his hair to his back, clutching and scratching, pulling on the damned fabric of that damned shirt and suddenly he'd pulled back and was pulling the shirt off and helping me out of mine and then we both hissed in pleasure as skin brushed skin for the first time. Part of my brain screamed out at me, this was HARRY for Merlin's sake, my enemy, my rival, the downfall of my father and mother and I'd only just met him tonight and we'd only been on friendly terms for a few hours and this shouldn't, couldn't be happening. And as he'd proven before, Harry had a way of silencing such voices, and as he dropped to his knees in front of me, tracing hands over my sides and kissing down my torso and around my navel, my hipbones and everything in between, the voice packed its merry bags and gave up and none too soon for me.

I wasn't really breathing properly at this point, and one look down at him nearly made me go weak at the knees. He shouldn't have looked that good, black hair all messy, green eyes twinkling up at me and that wolfish grin showing that he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and exactly how much I wanted everything he had to give. Slowly, silkily, he stood, running hands across my body the entire way, thumbs brushing across taught nubs and tongue flicking out to catch the bottom of my ear and sending a delectable shiver down my spine and strait to areas that were already announcing their desire. His soft chuckle washed over me.

"I never would have taken you for fey, Draco" he whispered, breath uncomfortably hot against my already flushed skin. "But I really can't say," he reached a hand down and cupped me, causing me to arch into his touch, "that I particularly mind". He chuckled again as he looked into my glazed eyes, looking for and finding what he wanted. "What do you want, Draco?" he purred strait into my ear, huskily, with a soft knead of his hand to drive his point home.

"I want -" I began, but was stopped by a groan as he worked at me again, "I want -" I could feel him smirking against my cheek.

"Yes?" he implored, using his other hand to draw pictures and maps and symbols across my back.

"I want…you" I breathed, and he pulled back, grinning even wider - eyes flashing equal want and need. His hands left my body in favor of my right arm, and he pulled me down a hallway, not bothering with lights and leaving me rather literally in the dark, until I felt the corner of something soft hit my knees, and I was pushed backwards onto a bed that was covered in a goose-down quilt. And suddenly I had a Harry who had somehow escaped his pants on top of me and I thought of nothing else for a long while…

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