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A/N: Longer chapter than normal and definitely rated M!

Chapter 7

And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to…

It was a little over a month later when Harry really finally began to feel like himself again. He had allowed himself a couple days to wallow before pulling himself together. Hermione had smoothed things over at the Ministry for him, and he had forced himself to go back to work after just a few days off. He had returned to his distraction regimen of running every day after work and spending more time with Ron and Hermione. He had even made an effort to catch up with some of his old Hogwarts friends like Dean, Seamus, and Neville.

That night a bunch of them were getting together at a new club near Diagon Alley. Harry wasn't sure that it would really be his scene, but it definitely beat staying at home by himself. Plus, he was pretty sure part of the purpose of the night was to cheer him up. At this point all of his friends were aware of the fact that he had been through a rough break-up, but they all made an effort not to bring it up. He hadn't told anyone else who he had been dating, and fortunately no one asked.

Harry glanced in the mirror at his reflection. He was wearing a simple green button down shirt and his favorite pair of dark jeans. His hair was a mess as always, but he had managed to make it look almost artfully tousled instead of completely out of control. Seamus had made comments about finding Harry a man that night so he figured he should at least make an effort to appease his friends. He had no interest in dating at this point, but he could pretend if it made his friends happy. He sighed once before making his way downstairs. He prepared to Apparate when he paused and thought better of it. He poured himself two shots of firewhisky and downed them quickly. A little liquid courage couldn't hurt.

When Harry arrived at the club, he looked around for any of his friends but didn't see them. He made his way to the bar and ordered himself a shot. He drank it quickly and ordered a pint. He turned and leaned his back against the bar, surveying the club. It was starting to fill up quickly, people starting to drift to the dancefloor. Out of habit, Harry surveyed the crowd for any fit, blond men that might be interested in him.

As he continued to observe the other patrons, Ron and Hermione arrived with Ginny in tow. He and Ginny had kept in touch over the years, but he didn't see her often due to her professional Quidditch career. After the war, when Harry had finally had time to contemplate his love life and realized he was gay, he had confessed to Ginny immediately so that she didn't expect their relationship to start up again. She had given him a small, knowing smile and informed him that she had had her suspicions for awhile. Harry had laughed and hugged her, happy that they could still be friends.

Dean and Seamus arrived a few minutes later, boisterously greeting the group and immediately ordering a round of shots. Harry took his quickly and threw an arm around both of his friends. "You two are in good spirits. Any particular reason?" he asked, as the couple ordered another round of shots.

The pair looked at each other before Seamus answered enthusiastically, "Now that you mention it, Harry, there is! I asked Dean here to marry me, and he said yes!"

Harry couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt. He quickly pasted a wide smile on his face. "Congrats, guys!" Harry exclaimed, downing the next shot that was offered him. There were multiple congratulations shouted and hugs all around.

The next couple of hours passed in much the same way. There were many more shots ordered and plenty of friendly chatter. It was around 11 o'clock that evening when someone caught Harry's eye on the dancefloor. There was a gorgeous blond man dancing with his back towards Harry. The way he moved was so graceful that Harry couldn't seem to take his eyes off the other man. He knew he shouldn't be staring at the man who was most likely straight, but he was pretty pissed at this point in the night and couldn't seem to help it. It wasn't until the man turned to the side to say something to one of his friends that he realized it was Draco. His heart constricted painfully. He had done his best to avoid thinking about his ex, but now that he was in front of him, Harry was having a hard time remember why.

Hermione sidled up to Harry and murmured in his ear, "Are you okay?"

Harry jumped slightly, turning so that his back was to Draco. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, 'Mione."

Hermione gave him a skeptical look. "Hey, Ginny. Why don't you take Harry out on the dancefloor? He seems like he's had enough to drink to want to dance," she suggested with a smirk. Harry narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. "I saw the look in your eyes. He hurt you, Harry. It's not a good idea, no matter how drunk you are," she whispered to him as she made her way back to her husband.

Harry sighed in resignation. He knew Hermione was right, but that didn't mean his drunk mind appreciated her intervention. Ginny laughed at Hermione's comment. "Great idea! I look damn good, and I deserve a dance with a hot guy, even if he is as gay as they come," she teased before grabbing his friends and pulling Harry onto the dancefloor.

Harry chuckled at her response and allowed himself to be led out to dance. There was a small part of him that was hoping that Draco would see him and maybe even get a little jealous. With that in mind, Harry pulled Ginny close, her back pressed against his front and began to move with the music. The pair continued to dance in this manner for awhile, Ginny's movements getting more exaggerated as men started to take notice of her. Harry couldn't help but smile, happy the attention was on her and not him. That was until he felt someone's eyes on him. He looked up and wasn't surprised in the least that his eyes met a grey, calculating stare. He wasn't sure exactly what possessed him to do what he did next, but it was as if that stare put him in a trance. "Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I don't appreciate a warm body against mine," he whispered in Ginny's ear, wrapping an arm around her waist and nibbling on her ear lobe.

Ginny gasped in surprise. "Harry James Potter!" she shrieked, the music drowning her voice out so those around couldn't hear. "What do you think you're playing at?" she teased as she turned around and smacked him playfully.

Harry grinned at her and rolled his hips against her. He leaned close to her ear once more. "Sorry, Gin. I'm a little drunk and just saw the ex," he admitted.

Ginny nodded in understanding. "Well in that case," she murmured before writhing seductively against his front, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling his head down to hers. Before Harry knew what was happening, the pair were completely pressed against each other and making out in the middle of the dancefloor. There was a slight commotion in front of and to the right of them, making Harry open his eyes slightly. He opened them just in time to see Draco stalk off of the dancefloor, and he couldn't help but smirk against Ginny's lips. She pulled back to ask, "I take it he saw us?"

"Just stalked off towards the bar," Harry answered with a gleeful nod. "Thanks, Gin."

"Anytime, Harry," she assured, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "Now I'm going to go find that sexy brunette that was eyefucking me earlier."

Harry laughed and wished her good luck, making his way to the bar for another shot. One shot turned into three before Harry realized just how drunk he had managed to get and decided he needed some water and some fresh air. He maneuvered his way through the crowd to the back door so that he could step outside in an attempt to sober up a little bit. The minute the cool night air hit his face, he felt slightly better, until he realized who else was out in the deserted alley with him.

Draco's back was to him, and he didn't turn around to see who had joined him outside. He was leaning with his side against the wall of the building and holding what looked to be a cigarette in his right hand. Deep down Harry knew he should just turn around and head back inside, but he couldn't help it. With the amount of alcohol flowing through his system, he couldn't seem to think of one reason not to say something to the other man. "I didn't know you smoked," Harry stated, announcing his presence.

Draco jumped slightly but slowly turned around. His eyes were bloodshot, which Harry assumed was due to alcohol, until he saw subtle tear tracks reflecting the light from the streetlamp above his head. Draco stared at him for a few moments, not moving or saying a word. Eventually he shrugged slightly and snapped, "What do you want, Potter?"

"Back to Potter is it?" Harry asked with a pout, moving towards the other man. "I have to admit that hurts, Draco."

Draco looked as if he was contemplating moving away from Harry but stood his ground. "What do you want?" he repeated with less bite this time around.

"Just to talk," Harry said innocently.

Draco sighed in response. He took a long drag on his cigarette and offered it to Harry. Draco exhaled slowly, his eyes closed. When Harry didn't take it from him, Draco shrugged once again and took another drag. This time, Harry closed the gap between them, whispering, "I prefer to do it this way," before capturing Draco's lips with his own and inhaling the smoke that Draco exhaled in a surprised huff. Harry broke away briefly to exhale as well before pulling Draco back to him in a passionate, desperate kiss. For a slight moment, Harry was afraid that the other man wasn't going to respond. He was about to pull away when he felt Draco's mouth open under his, inviting Harry's tongue into his mouth. Harry didn't need any more encouragement than that and happily slid his tongue against Draco's, moaning softly at the contact.

The moan seemed to break Draco out of his trance, and he pulled away quickly, shoving Harry away from him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Potter?" he spat vehemently. "Go find your ginger bint, and leave me the fuck alone."

Harry rubbed his arm, trying to ease the pain that had blossomed when he hit the wall of the club after Draco pushed him. He opened his mouth to snap back, but he stopped himself. "Aw, Draco, don't be like that. You don't need to be jealous of Ginny," he singsonged.

Draco glared at him. "I'm not jealous. I don't give a fuck who you decide to stick your dick in," he informed him coolly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not shagging Ginny. I'm not shagging anyone, in fact. You're the only one I want," he purred, closing the gap between them once again.

Harry stopped right in front of Draco, their lips mere centimeters apart and his arms loosely wrapped around the other man's neck. He smirked slightly as he saw Draco's eyes drift to his lips. A moment later, Draco closed the gap between them, and they were snogging once again. Harry pressed himself against Draco, rolling his hips against the gorgeous blond man. Draco moaned slightly at the contact, emboldening Harry. He pulled back from the kiss and began kissing down Draco's neck, sucking and nibbling his way to his collarbone. Draco tilted his head to give him better access and continued to moan as Harry slid his hand down to the button on Draco's jeans. Draco pulled back abruptly at the contact, and Harry felt his heart sink. He had pushed the other man too far once again.

"My place or yours?" Draco breathed, much to Harry's surprise. As Harry contemplated what the answer should be, Draco took advantage of his pause and began sucking on his pulse point, hands cupping Harry's burgeoning erection.

Harry responded with a noise that most closely resembled, "Nngh."

Draco chuckled to himself, and the next thing Harry knew he was in Draco's bedroom. He was suddenly thrown onto the bed behind him, and Draco crawled on top of him, capturing Harry's lips with his own and rocking his hips against Harry's. "Fuck, Draco," Harry groaned, arching his back to try and get more friction. "Need you."

Draco growled in response as he pulled Harry's shirt over his head and got straight to work on his belt. He fumbled for a moment before whipping out his wand and flicking it, rending them both naked. Harry's eyes flew to Draco's in surprise and watched as the other man leaned down to pepper kisses on his lower abdomen and inner thighs. He was teasing him, and Harry couldn't take much more of it. "Draco, please," he begged.

Harry watched as Draco smirked and finally took Harry's erection into his mouth. Harry moaned, loving the feeling of his hot, wet mouth on his cock. As Harry lost himself in the pleasure, he didn't even realize that Draco had cast a lubricating spell on his fingers until one of them breached the tight ring of muscle of Harry's entrance. It wasn't long before another finger was added, stretching Harry and brushing against his prostate. "Hurry," he pressed, feeling his arousal steadily building.

Draco added another finger and pumped them in and out quickly as he continued to tease Harry's erection with his mouth. After another moment, Draco pulled both his fingers and mouth away, a whimper escaping Harry's mouth before he could stop it. He didn't need to worry, however, because the next sensation he felt was that of Draco's dick slowly sliding into him where his fingers had been a moment ago. Harry heard Draco's breathing hitch as he sheathed himself fully inside of the brunette man beneath him. He gave Harry a moment to adjust before beginning to thrust enthusiastically, pulling Harry to him for a kiss.

All Harry could feel was Draco, all around him, inside him, and he couldn't be happier about it. He keened as Draco shifted his angle to brush his prostate and began stroking Harry's erection with his hand simultaneously. He was so close to his orgasm, but he didn't really want this feeling to end. "So hot, so tight, Merlin, Harry, so good," Draco mumbled breathlessly in Harry's ear. The desperation that tinged Draco's words along with the words themselves were what tipped Harry over the edge. He felt the heat low in his belly explode in an intense feeling as he moaned Draco's name and covered the blond man's hand with his cum. Draco followed a moment later, collapsing on top of Harry. He reached for his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell. A moment later, they were both fast asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.