Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, this all belongs to JK Rowling..
Author's Notes: The horror comes later, so just hang in there. Enjoy this chapter. Sorry it's been kind of slow, I've been in Spain for the past few days with no internet access.
Rating: I'm putting M. Just to be safe.
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"Mmphf!" Harry protested. Well it was a protest but it came out more like a moan, because there was all that delicious heat pressing him up against the wall, and whoever it was, was most definitely male, and could most definitely kiss. This made Harry's cock give an interested little twitch, but because he doesn't usually spend a lot of time being pushed into the wall, and snogged senseless, he was a little slow to respond and just stood there in shock. The lips that moved over his were coaxing him to open his mouth gently, but he remained unresponsive, until he felt the other man's hips pin his to the wall.
Gasping in surprise and sweet pleasure, he felt the stranger take the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, and involuntarily, Harry's hips started to buck against the stranger's. Moaning and writhing, the sounds of the screaming crowd faded and died, as they were too caught up in their own little world. To Harry, the stranger tasted like chocolate, strawberries and fireworks dancing out in the sky. Both hands of the stranger's were on Harry's arse, holding his hips in place against the other's, while Harry's were gripping the stranger's hair, as he kissed back furiously.
The man's build was taller and larger than Harry's, and hard in all the right places. The feelings of pleasure was overwhelming, and yet somehow, it felt safe and right in the arms of the other man, like he was always suppose to belong there, and he was finally coming home.
A ragged, guttural moan was dragged from the man, and Harry felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing that he had caused that sound, and the erection that was currently rutting against him. Encouraged, Harry arched his hips, and met the mysterious figure's tongue with his own in a battle of dominance that Harry never wanted to end, but the need for oxygen became too strong to put off any longer.
Draco pulled his mouth away from his kissing partner, panting, but pleased to notice that he had rendered his victim to the same state he was in. Feeling sheepish, he said as coolly as possible, "Right, sorry about that. I was trying to escape from some admirers. And I saw you walking along, and I guess it was foolish, but I thought if I started making out with you, they would skip us, and move on…Yeah…I'm not a big fan of a people chasing after me." Realising his hands were still groping Harry's arse, and were still trying to mould Harry's body into his while they were backed against a wall, Draco quickly let go of Harry as if burnt.
Gasping for breath and trying to still his beating heart, as he clutched at the wall, Harry looked up into the face of his 'attacker', and performed a double take. It was Draco Malfoy, the very Draco Malfoy who had him smelling of cologne, wearing leather pants and ladies' underwear at that very moment! The Draco Malfoy who was responsible for the massive wood Harry was currently sporting.
Flustered, Harry extended a hand, and murmured as confidently as he could, "Harry Potter."
Amused, Draco decided to humour him. He knew that this Harry Potter was obviously aware of who he was, not because Draco was being a conceited or an arrogant git, but because the instant Harry Potter had looked at him, his brilliantly gorgeous green eyes had flashed in recognition, and the thought that had crossed Draco's mind at that moment made him sound like a school girl fan.
Merlin's beard, but I picked a gorgeous man to ravish.
Taking the offered hand, Draco yanked Harry towards him, and whispered, "Draco Malfoy," before dropping a kiss on Harry's neck.
Pulling back, he gazed into Harry's surprised and handsome face, and wished fervently that he could push Harry up against a wall, grind his hips into Harry's, and just watch. Watch Harry's face contort in pleasure and watch him cry out and moan as he comes. And Draco would make sure Harry screams his name as he orgasms. But he knew nothing about Harry, and Draco could find no more excuse to stay now that the crowd had disappeared.
As a last goodbye, Draco backed Harry into the hard, solid wall, pushing his body flush up against Harry's, and bent his head to bite down on Harry's neck, before smoothing it over with sucking licks. When he was thoroughly satisfied, Draco pulled back to see his love bite forming on that olive skin, red and purple in colour.
Harry's eyes were glazed, his face flushed and his lips bruised and swollen. Panting little gasps escaped from Harry's mouth as Draco murmured a wistful, "See you around, kitten." Smirked, and walked off.
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"Hermione! You'll never believe what just happened!" Harry yelled excitedly into the phone.
"Look…" She sounded groggy when he felt wide awake, "Harry, it's like…one in the morning! What do you want?"
"R-Really? It is? Opps sorry. But anyways, really guess what happened! Draco Malfoy, yes Draco Malfoy, just kissed me! And more!"
"What? AND MORE? You little slut bunny! Tell me everything. Now." Screamed a delighted Hermione Granger, and Harry spent the next hour explaining in detail what happened, what was said, and how Draco was the epitomeof sexy. Harry was on cloud nine with no signs of landing.
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Two streets away, the exact same conversation was taking place between a blissful Draco and a half-asleep and therefore irritated Ron.
"Look mate, you snogged a bloke. Big deal. All right, so you haven't for a while, but you haven't gone celibate or anything, right? …Right?" Ron viewed the faintest possibility of this idea with ill-concealed horror.
Laughing, Draco reassured him, "No Ron, I just haven't found someone who stirs my blood into flames you know? But now, look!" Draco motioned downwards, completely comfortable, at his still cheerful erection, "I'm still hard! Even though I had to walk home alone in the cold."
"Blimy," said Ron, "All that from a kiss?"
"Oh we did more than just kissing, let me tell you that. Much more." A boyish gleam entered Draco's eyes, and a mischievous grin danced across his face.
"Argh! Too much info! But this is great! Now you actually have a boyfriend!" Ron said, amusement clear, making a note to meet the person who has made Draco start acting so silly and carefree.
"But the only thing I've got is his name…he probably lives around here though, he was walking in this direction… ah, he is definitely the hottest thing on two legs that you have ever seen. Even you would bang him Ron, Mr. I'm – Straight – Goddamnit." Draco chuckled, and relived the event in his head. "Well, I'm off. Got a 'big' problem to take care of." Winking, Draco, jokingly arrogant, headed towards his chambers, the image of black hair and green eyes swimming around his mind.
"Oh God, I need ear plugs…" Muttered Ron, yawning.
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DRACO MALFOY'S SECRET LOVE AFFAIR
By Rita Skeeter
Late last night, at 12 pm, celebrity pop star, Draco Malfoy was spotted on the corner of New Sherlington Street, displaying a great deal of public affections, to another man. According to our sources, we have confirmed the unknown man to be one Harry Potter, age 24. The photo below depicts the position the two lovers were in. In the last article on this young man, DRACO MALFOY: LONELY OR LYING, we contemplated the idea of Malfoy being lonesome, or otherwise untruthful about not being in a serious relationship. It is clear from the passion, familiarity, and the way the two bodies mould, and fit into each other's perfectly, that we have our answer. We've had no indication that Draco has feelings for anyone in particular before today, so congratulations to the couple. We hope to see more from the both of them, they look very cute together, and are obviously very much in love. Perhaps we can be expecting a wedding fairly soon, and maybe a Draco Harry junior? Let us know lovebirds.
"Erm, sorry, but I don't understand. How did anyone know about this?" A calm Harry asked the author of the article he was currently holding, he didn't want to be an occupational hazard, the way he was this morning, when he almost torn down his apartment, to the utter discontentment of his snowy cat, Hedwig, because he was so mad at how his own job would reveal aspects of his personal life. It was bad enough that he was feeling terrible already, when he woke up this morning, and groaned in embarrassment. The lust he felt last night had faded already, leaving only lingering traces of it, but it was mostly drowned out by the humiliation of his actions, he basically threw himself at Draco Malfoy, and so…wantonly…whenever he thought about it, it made him cringe. Harry had caught a glimpse of the enormous love bite that was situated on the right side of his neck, and flushed with mortification. He couldn't believe Malfoy had marked him. If this little matter got him so rattled, how will Draco – Malfoy – how will Malfoy feel when he realises Harry has betrayed him? No one should go through that, and Harry's hero side was making him see that he couldn't go through with the whole pretend-to-be-Draco-Malfoy's-boyfriend-and-you'll-get-a-cookie plan. Never mind that the alleged, 'cookie' would be the biggest tip off of the year.
"Colin Creevy, you know the gay one who use to have a thing for you, dear? Well, he apparently followed a crowd last night, and it led him right to you and Mr. Sexy Pants snogging the daylights out of each other, and of course, that little Colin is practically married to his camera anyway, so he took it out immediately, and snap snap. Here we are." Rita smiled at him, beguiling as she could, which only succeeded in scaring Harry, "You should feel proud, you've not only gotten to the first square, you've flown past it with flying colours."
"But Draco hates the press-" Harry started, in growing despair, only to be interrupted by Skeeter, "Draco? My, my, Harry, on close grounds already, I see. Well, I've obviously underestimate you and you abilities to seduce someone into your life, you'll do smashingly." She leered exhilaratingly, indifferent to any signs of protests he has made.
With renewed anger, Harry carried on, pointedly, "Mr. Malfoy will never trust me if he thinks I've sold him out to the press! I can't go through with this, I'm sorry Ms. Skeeter, but I just don't think it's right to mess with someone's private life."
"Harry, dear, you're reading too much into this, don't think too much about it, we aren't exactly…messing per say, all we're asking is for a little extra…information…it won't hurt anymore, don't be silly." Rita said dismissively, "Look, honey, I know can't bribe you, or convince you through conventional means such as offering you a promotion, or telling you that if you nailed this, you would be the most respected colleague around blah blah blah, because you are a remarkably selfless and shameless young man, which can go wearing on someone, love. But Harry, you made a promise to me, and I don't think it'll rest easy on your conscience if you went back on your word, and let an old lady down. Think of it as a…moral obligation. Now, you just go on and meet Draco, he should be down in the regular café he goes to, Hog's Head, alone every Wednesdays, you'll find him there. Explain to him that you had nothing to do with the article. And remember, whatever you do, do not tell him you're a journalist. You need his trust, before you…not backstab…no, not rat out…hmm…before you…help him tell the world about all his little secrets. If you have any trouble becoming his boyfriend, well I expect you'll try your utmost hardest in not being a failure to me, and being someone who others can rely on, but of course, I'll try to assist you in anyway I can, because between you and me," Rita peered at Harry over her spectacles, "this will be my biggest pay check ever, I mean, it's Draco Malfoy for goodness' sake. If I were forty years younger, I'd do him in a heartbeat." Rita cackled madly, as a hot burning sensation scoured Harry's insides, disbelieving anger filled him, he couldn't believe that, that Skeeter woman was trying to manipulate him, but he also felt something stronger than rage, an emotion he faintly recognised as a hot stab of jealousy. Jealousy because Rita Skeeter said she would like to have sex with Draco. Draco – Malfoy! – Malfoy wasn't his, and won't ever be his even if he did have that annoying large hickey on his neck that he had to cover up with a large turtleneck sweater, so he was being…ridiculous…
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AN: I hope the kiss scene was satisfying, I don't want the content to be too mature, otherwise, I might get kicked off of and I'd hate for that to happen.
Hope you liked this chapter, sorry if it's kind late coming up.
Next chapter, we'll see Draco's reaction to the article, hopefully he won't blame Harry too much, poor dear. Also things spice up, between Harry and Draco, but also the stalker starts to come into play, he'll make his first appearance soon enough. Hang tight! See you next time, and on that tantalising note, review and tell me if you like it so far!
Love, EmAngel xxx