Chapter Six: Monday Funday

The entire weekend, Harry had tried not to think about what had happened Friday night. He was attentive to Ginny, and even had a firechat with Lily and Albus. All of it, though, felt fake. When he stepped out of the shower and looked at his naked body in the mirror, he could almost see Draco standing behind him, ready and willing.

He tried sleeping with Ginny, to see if it could erase the feeling of Draco's hands on him. Even though she allowed it, it didn't feel the same to Harry. It didn't feel exciting, or even loving. He still loved Ginny, that much he knew. But they weren't as they used to be.

Draco could give him more and Harry knew it.

When Monday came around, Harry apparated into the atrium feeling strangely both glum and eager. He heard a crack beside him and turned to see that Ron had also just arrived. As they greeted each other, another crack to Harry's right turned their attention to Draco's arrival. Harry swallowed and nodded at the blonde man, whose eyes went wide before he nodded in turn.

All three of them got into an elevator, both Harry and Draco feeling a bit awkward. They hadn't spoken since Draco had left Friday night. While they'd both been a bit drunk on firewhiskey, they both knew that that was not the only reason for their actions. Even Ron seemed to notice the tension.

"I don't think we ought to go to lunch today, Draco," Harry forced himself to say.

Draco frowned slightly and looked surprised. But then he said, "yes, I do think that's a decent idea. I've got an awful lot of work to get done."

"As do I."

"In fact, perhaps we shouldn't go out tomorrow either."

"Or the day after that."

"Or the rest of the week."

"Indeed."

"See you around then," Draco said as he stepped out into the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

"See you."

When the elevator left the level, Ron turned to Harry. "What was that about?"

"What? We just have a lot of work to do."

"No, you were just being strange to each other in general."

"Were we? Maybe we're just tired. Astoria's having another child, you know. Maybe Draco didn't sleep well, taking care of her."

Ron didn't seem convinced, but he didn't press Harry further.

Around noon, there was a soft knock on Harry's door. He looked up to find Draco standing in the doorway. "Oh, yes?"

"I've been thinking about you all day."

"I've been thinking of you all weekend," Harry admitted.

Draco smiled, "yes, that too."

"I don't want to stop having lunch together."

"Neither do I."

"I'm sorry I was strange in the elevator. Even Ron noticed."

"You didn't tell him, did you?"

"No! Of course not."

"Are you going to?"

"I don't know," Harry confessed.

"Ah. Well, what about Ginny?"

"What about Astoria?"

"No."

"No."

They just stared at each other for a moment, then Harry stood and ushered Draco into the office, shutting the door and locking it. Then, he muttered "muffliato," so that anyone who passed by the door would only hear a slight buzzing sound, instead of the two men talking inside.

"Harry, I'm not gay."

"You think I am?" Draco didn't know what to say to that, so they just frowned at each other. "Okay, clearly we can't ignore this."

"No. I can't ignore you."

Harry found himself smiling at that. "Are we really going to do this?"

"Yes."

"We're going to have an affair?"

"We're going to have an affair."

There was a pregnant pause, then, "we're having one right now."

"I suppose we are."

Harry didn't like how awkward this felt, with himself standing by the door and Draco off to the right, near his desk. He let out his breath slowly, to gain some courage, then told Draco, "there is something about you that makes me feel like I'm living again. I've never felt this way about a man before. I'm not even sure I felt this way about Ginny." That could have been the circumstances, but Harry didn't bring that up. "It's just, when I look at you, into your eyes…" he stopped, unsure if he should, or could, say the next part.

"When I look into your eyes, I get an erection," Draco took the words right out of Harry's mouth. They both gaped at each other, like neither was sure that had been vocalized. Then, before they knew what was happening, they were together and their lips touched. Harry felt himself relax as Draco's hand ruffled his already messy hair. Draco sighed into his mouth before bringing his soft lips down to Harry's neck, where he nipped just the slightest bit. Harry made a sound deep in his throat and Draco chuckled, making the hair on the back of Harry's neck stand up out of arousal.

He felt Draco turn his head before the blonde said, "your desk is pretty neat."

"Yes," Harry said, confused by the distraction, "I like to keep organized."

"How do you feel about bending over it for me?"

Harry laughed this time, both excited and self-conscious about his lover's words. He quickly slipped out of his shoes and unbuckled his dress pants, pushing them down to his ankles. He had barely stepped out of them when Draco pushed him over the desk, his pants already gone. Neither of them bothered to take off their socks.

Draco reached down and slipped a tiny bottle of lube out of his pants pocket. "There's only enough for one."

"That's alright," Harry said, amused that the man had brought any, "this will have to be a quickie anyway."

Draco's responding smirk made Harry even harder than he was, pressing his penis uncomfortably against the desk. He backed up just enough that it didn't touch the edge of the carved wood. The blonde has slathered the lube on by then and he wasted no time entering Harry, who moaned. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed Draco until that moment.

As Draco continued to thrust, Harry's legs began to get wobbly. Draco noticed and told Harry to turn and face him and then to sit on the desk. Harry did as he was told, then let Draco pull his lower half a bit closer, so that it was hanging off the desk. Draco pushed him back until one of his elbows rested on a stack of a paper and the other on the desk. He came forward again and entered Harry for the second time. The feeling was entirely different than it had been from behind and he couldn't help but moan rather loudly. He was glad for his spell on the door.

With Draco pumping in and out of him, Harry knew the sensation would make both of them cum. Draco came a few moments before him and as soon as Draco's orgasm was finished he bent down and took Harry's into his mouth, to prevent a mess. Harry was grateful, and surprised. They smiled at each other, their breaths uneven.

There was a knock on the door and both their hearts nearly beat out of their chests. "Harry?" It was Ron.

"Quickly, get your pants on," he whispered to Draco, though he knew the spell was still intact and Ron couldn't hear them. "Then sit in that chair." He stumbled into his own pants and slid on his shoes before taking the spell off the door. "Give me a moment," he called to his best friend. He glanced at Draco, who was just sitting down in the seat, trying to pull his other shoe on. He made a hurry up motion at the blonde and opened the door, fixing his tie as he did so.

From Ron's spot outside the door, he couldn't see Draco yet. "Hey, what was your door locked for?"

"I was, erm, busy."

"Doing what?"

"Nothing really important. What did you need?"

"It's lunch time," Ron frowned. "Aren't we going to the café?"

"Oh, uh, yes. I just wasn't paying attention to the time." He gave a sidelong glance to Draco, which, unfortunately, Ron caught. He peeked his head in the room, clearly confused and surprised to find Draco sitting there. The blonde looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"Is he coming too?" Ron asked, for once showing some tact.

"Erm, no," Draco responded before Harry could anything. "I don't think that would be a good idea. I just came to talk to Harry about…well, I came to apologize…we…I"

"We had a disagreement on Friday. That's why we were so strange in the elevator this morning. He came down here to talk with me about it, so that our friendship could be…"

"Renewed."

Harry could have kissed him, for finishing his sentences when he could not. He didn't, of course, as Ron would surely ask questions then, not to mention anyone else walking by the office at the time.

"See you," he told Draco as he stepped out of the office to go to lunch with Ron.

"Have a good lunch," Draco said, his eyes twinkling knowingly, and then he slunk off to the elevators, walking in a way that Harry thought for sure would give them away.

"Hey, Mate, I can tell something weird is going on with you and Malfoy." Ron said when Draco was out of earshot.

"What? Oh, no. We're fine now."

"Maybe. But something is strange."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ron."

The red-head shrugged. "If you want to talk about it, you're welcome to come back to the house. Hermione and I have some firewhiskey. We could drink and discuss."

"Ah, at that, I might. How about later this week, though. I don't really feel like it today."

"Sure. How about Wednesday?"

"That sounds decent."

When Draco returned to his office, he shut the door and leaned against it, feeling very tired. How were they going to pull this off? They couldn't keep lying to everyone, especially Ron. Or their wives! Astoria was pregnant, for Merlin's sake! What was he doing, shagging Harry? He had a family. They both did!

As he sat down at his desk, he knew none of that mattered. As much as they loved their families, they needed each other. They both needed something new and exciting, and they were each other's something. Draco realized he didn't mind that. He could still feel Harry around his dick, could still hear the black haired man moaning. He blew out his breath and tried to get some work done, but he couldn't get Harry's face out his mind.