The Completely Clueless Harry Potter
The sound of muffled conversations and laughter awoke Draco who had forgotten for a moment where he was. He recognised that the bed he was sleeping in wasn't his, then remembered that not only was he in a different bed, he was in a different country. Potter – Harry rather, was also no longer next to him. He turned to his side to look at the clock that indicated it was five thirty in the morning. Harry had said that he had a conference call scheduled around five a.m. He couldn't tell who was talking in the next room but it sounded as though several people were speaking at once. He eventually distinguished Harry's voice, then Caleb's.
Ugh.
He got up a bit to look towards the other room and noticed that the door was almost shut. Harry must have closed it to make sure they don't wake me, he thought. He lay back down and stared at the roof, barely able to see anything in the dark. The only light provided in the room was through the crack of the door separating the bedroom to the lounge and the dim light of the alarm clock. He closed his eyes attempting to fall back asleep. It was too late, he had smelled the coffee. It also didn't help that Caleb was sitting in the next room next to Harry, even if they were on a video call. He contemplated getting up and pouring himself a cup. It seemed he too was on London time.
Another fifteen minutes passed. Draco ran his hand over to Harry's side of the bed; it was still a bit warm. He turned to pull Harry's pillow towards himself, hoping it contained his smell. A few more moments past, Draco could not fall back asleep. Finally, he decided to get up and pour himself that cup he'd been yearning. Coffee was his weakness, a small whiff of an espresso and he desired it, sometimes more than sex itself.
The conversation in the other room continued on, Draco heard words such as 'market focus,' 'globalisation,' 'growth plan,' 'high-performance,' 'financial planning,' etc. It reminded him of his father and how he was glad that he had escaped his father's authority and interest in business and accounting and had decided to pursue science. He turned on the lights of the room thinking about his itinerary for the day. He had to review the conference materials and eventually meet up with his co-worker Ernie who was presenting on Saturday. He caught his reflection on the 40 inch telly that was affixed on the wall and smoothed out his hair before leaving the room. He thought about putting on a t-shirt, but Draco, being who he was, decided upon getting a reaction from his audience. If they would even notice that he'd entered the room.
He slowly opened the door as it creaked just a bit. He noticed that Harry had stopped talking but Caleb resumed and whoever was responding on the other side of the call continued speaking as well. Draco slowly walked into the lounge and met two set of eyes, one disinterested by his presence, the other, gentle eyes hiding behind round glasses, accompanied with a soft smile. Harry and Caleb sat on one side of the table facing the door to the bedroom; the people on the laptop screen couldn't see Draco as the webcam was pointed away from the door.
Draco smiled and waved a hello towards the two then pointed at the coffee pot. Caleb briefly glanced at Draco then turned his gaze upon the computer screen and Harry nodded a 'good morning.' Draco poured himself a cup but had trouble locating sugar.
"Excuse me just for one second," Harry nodded at the screen and at Caleb and stood up to approach Draco. Draco noticed that Caleb was dressed in a button down shirt, freshly pressed with a pair of blue jeans whereas, Harry still wore the cotton trousers from the night before and the same black shirt he'd worn when they went out drinking. Caleb did his best not to glare at them as he was attempting to keep a professional composure listening to his manager speak.
"Potter, you don't have to interrupt your meeting for me," Draco whispered, then corrected himself, "I mean, Harry."
Harry smiled before he answered Draco. "It's rather tedious, what do you need?"
"Sugar."
"Here."
"Thanks, sorry, I really didn't mean to disturb you," Draco said as he put two spoons of sugar in his coffee and stirred.
"It's quite alright, sorry if we woke you up. I was trying to control the volume of the call," Harry answered.
"That's alright; I think I am just on London time."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Harry replied with another smile. "Did you sleep alright?" Draco nodded. "Sorry if I was an arse last night, I don't remember much, I haven't had that much to drink since New Years."
"You were fine, I'll head back to the room," Draco responded with a smile and picked up his cup to leave.
"Draco," Harry whispered behind him. He turned to look at Harry who spoke again, "Do you want to have breakfast before I head into the office?" Draco nodded agreeably and grinned, like a fool, he was sure.
Draco returned to the bedroom and closed the door completely behind him. He sat back on the bed, opened his own laptop and brought out the conference papers to work on. He needed to plan the schedule of what talks he was attending and what information booths he wished to stop at. Twenty minutes later he'd nodded off again.
Draco heard the shower turn off when he woke up. He realised that someone had put covers on him again and his empty coffee cup was on the table next to his side of the bed. He sat up frantically, worried that he missed breakfast with Harry. He looked over at the clock again that specified that it was seven o'clock. Harry opened the bathroom door and came back into the room, wearing only a towel.
Mercy.
"Oh, you're awake," Harry commented as he headed for the wardrobe to grab some clothing.
"Yeah, I must have nodded off while working. Did I miss breakfast?" Draco asked, please say no.
"No, we still have plenty of time. I don't need to head out for another hour. Do you have much planned for today?" Harry asked.
Draco stood up gathering all the scattered papers that were on the bed into a neat pile and placed them on the table. "I've got to figure out some conference details, then I need to get in touch with Ernie who's also attending the event. I'll probably set up a lunch meeting with him. Do you mind if I take a quick shower before breakfast?" Harry smiled in confirmation. "Great, I'll see you in a few," Draco responded as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
When Draco returned from the shower he found the room empty, he opened the door connecting to the lounge and found Harry sitting on the dining table working on his laptop. Draco sighed in relief and dressed quickly. Shortly after, they were on their way to the first floor restaurant for breakfast, Draco wondered if Caleb would be tagging along.
"Is Caleb joining us?" he finally asked Harry when they were in the lifts.
"I didn't ask him, should I have?" Harry responded. "We usually don't have breakfast together; do you think he'll think it's rude?"
"Well if you normally don't then I don't think it's rude. Besides, don't you spend twelve hours a day with him and then go to dinner together most of the times? A little space at breakfast is a good thing," Draco replied. He was glad that he'd be alone with Harry, maybe they'll talk about what happened the night before. Draco was confused; Harry had asked him to start calling him 'Harry' because he called him 'Potter' when they were friends. He'd insisted that they sleep in the same bed together and wrapped Draco's arm around him. If Harry was leading him on, he needed to confess to Harry that that's what he wanted.
The restaurant was more crowded than expected and the only space available was two spots at the bar next to each other. Draco thought it wasn't the most ideal situation but he was glad that they'd found space to sit and eat together. As they sat down Draco noticed that Harry seemed a bit lost in his thought.
"Everything alright Harry?" Draco asked.
"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked in return.
"Of course," Draco responded.
"Draco, do you fancy Caleb?" Harry's tone was curious and a bit concerned. Draco practically spit out the juice he'd just taken a sip of when he heard the question.
"I hope you're joking, Harry," Draco said. "What in the world makes you think that I fancy Caleb?"
"You've been asking a lot about him, you know yesterday when you arrived then on the walk back. You also wanted to make sure I wasn't interested in him and this morning…" Harry stopped speaking.
"What about this morning?" asked Draco.
"Just you came out without a shirt and kept glancing over at him. I mean, it's fine if you do. I don't know if you want me to put in a good word or something. You know you're single –"
"Potter. Harry, let me ensure you in the clearest words possible, I have little to no interest in Caleb. I do not fancy him in any way, shape or form." Draco stated with firm pronouncement. "Harry, I spent the night in your bed. If I fancied another bloke, I wouldn't sleep with my arm around you."
Harry nodded as though he was thinking it through. "Yeah, but we are friends and I was quite drunk last night. It's not like we did anything. We just fell asleep."
"You were drunk, I was quite sober. I knew exactly what I was doing," Draco replied. He wanted to make sure that Harry understood that. He couldn't believe that after all this time; Harry would think that he fancied Caleb or some other bloke. Harry is completely clueless.
"Do you remember we made plans for Saturday?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, of course. Dancing," Harry replied with a cheeky grin. "What time does the conference start tomorrow? You said it's until Sunday, yeah?"
"Yeah Friday through Sunday, the first speaker is at nine in the morning tomorrow so I'll probably be heading off at around half past eight and return somewhere around five. Same schedule on Saturday," Draco answered.
The rest of the breakfast they talked more about work and their plans for the next couple of days. Harry asked if Draco's mobile worked in Canada and he explained that he got an international plan so he can receive text messages and emails without a problem. Soon after breakfast Draco walked to the main lobby with Harry where they found Caleb waiting. Draco smiled at Caleb as they said their goodbyes; he still couldn't believe that Harry had been thinking that Draco fancied him.
Draco returned to the room and prepared for his day. He met up with Ernie for lunch around one o'clock and they discussed their agendas for the conference. Ernie required more help from Draco than he'd previously indicated taking up most of Draco's afternoon. He didn't mind though, the less alone time he spent maddening over Harry and his mixed signals, the better. Around four o'clock Draco received a text message from Harry asking him to dinner, Draco agreed and they decided to return to the 'Fabulous Café and Grille.'
Draco decided to nap for an hour before going out with Harry and managed to get up at half past five and returned to work. Harry stopped by the suite an hour later, Draco was sitting on the bed, papers scattered everywhere, Draco looked up and Harry smiled. "What are you grinning on about?" Draco asked.
"Nothing, just… nice to see you, like this," Harry answered. "It's almost like a piece of home; you're here when I return from work."
"Like we are an old married couple or something?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow, causing Harry to laugh.
"Yeah, something like that," Harry responded. Shortly after they were on their way to the pub. Draco jokingly asked about Caleb again, clearly indicating that he was poking fun at Harry for the conversation in the morning. Harry blushed with embarrassment and said that Caleb turned down the offer for dinner. "He wanted to order room service and have a night in," Harry said.
The evening continued the way it had the previous night. They managed to get the same spot at the pub and enjoyed conversation over dinner and drinks. Draco told more about his work to Harry who listened intently, although he was sure that Harry didn't know half the things he mentioned. Harry did the same when he discussed his project proposal and Draco simply watched Harry's mouth trying his best to listen to the words.
They returned to their suite around ten o'clock, they both had a long day ahead on Friday. Draco was apprehensive about their sleeping arrangement, Harry wasn't dreadfully drunk this time, would they be sharing the same bed again?
Deciding not to fret over the matter, Draco began preparing for the morning. Harry had gone to the bathroom and Draco took the opportunity to change into his night clothes. He wore the same black cotton trousers from the night before and chose to wear a t-shirt this time. After, he organised his notes and files on his laptop. He eventually began clearing out the sofa that theoretically pulls out into a bed when Harry called his name.
"Draco," Harry whispered. Draco looked up to meet Harry's eye, Harry had changed clothes in the bathroom. Harry stood next to the bed, the look of 'are you really going to make me ask again?' was written all over his face, or so Draco hoped. Draco smiled in return and dropped the items he was holding back on the sofa. He shook his head and walked towards Harry, walking past him he began preparing for the night.
Harry followed him into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. They brushed their teeth in silence, and Harry watched him as Draco washed his face. "You realise this is weird right?" Draco asked and Harry nodded a 'yeah.' They returned to the room and lied down on their perspective sides.
"It's not that weird," Harry said. "You slept here last night and then you took a nap early evening, you didn't pull out the sofa bed for that. This is just as much your bed as mine." They were laying next to each other shoulders slightly touched staring at the roof in the dark.
"How did you know I slept on the bed in the evening?" Draco asked turning to face Harry searching for his eyes in the dark.
"I stopped by around five o'clock and you were sleeping. I didn't wish to disturb you, I figured you had a long day based on what you told me via your text so I went to the shops down the street for a bit," Harry answered.
"You're impossible," Draco whispered. His arm reached over to feel Harry's body. Harry almost immediately snuggled next to Draco, his back towards Draco, cuddling in the same manner as they had the night before.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"It's your hotel room Harry, I am your guest. I can't believe you inconvenience yourself so much for me," Draco answered.
"I don't," Harry replied, "you did a lot for me when I was your guest at the castle, I am just being a good friend, like you were to me."
Draco rested his forehead on the back of Harry's neck. His deep breath caused Harry's body to shiver; the reaction in itself sparked a reaction within Draco. He hoped that Harry doesn't move back further because then he'd definitely feel Draco's erection. The night before Harry had fallen asleep immediately and Draco was safe but tonight, he might notice.
"What is this between us?" Draco whispered his question. He had asked Harry this question before, almost a month ago and Harry had brushed it off by calling it a brotherhood. This was so much more than that.
Harry yawned as he answered, "I still don't know." Draco decided to let the question rest in-between them again. He softly kissed the back of Harry's neck.
" 'Night Harry," Draco whispered.
" 'Night Draco," Harry replied. "Breakfast in the morning?"
"Yeah."
The next morning Draco woke up at six o'clock. He slowly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom as he didn't wish to wake up Harry. When he returned Harry was awake and sitting on the bed reading a magazine. He instantly understood what Harry meant the evening before about a piece of home. He smiled at Harry and walked past the bed to grab his clothes. His apprehension of being in a towel was relieved when Harry went to take a shower, closing the bathroom door behind him. He quickly dressed and readied his conference materials. When he entered the lounge, willing to give Harry his privacy to get ready for work, he noticed that Harry had prepared coffee. Draco was utterly thankful for Harry being the best thing ever. He'd felt that Harry had always been excruciatingly thoughtful since day one and was glad to know that it was a trait he never failed to administer.
Unlike the day before, the restaurant on Friday morning wasn't as crowded. Harry and Draco managed to get a proper table to sit at for breakfast. The waitress remembered them from the morning before and was gracious. Draco wondered if she thought they were together. Draco couldn't help thinking about the night before. He knew he was madly in love with Harry, but, what was going through his mind? Should he ask? Should he simply let it play out and see where it went? Draco decided not to ask Harry, instead, made a mental note of emailing Pansy later asking for advice.
"So I've got a client dinner tonight," Harry said, breaking the silence between the two.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it should only be a couple of hours. I had a conversation with Dean yesterday and he thinks that if we are to launch our own firm within the year we'd definitely need him to be on our side," Harry replied.
"Sounds like an important bloke," Draco replied. He was happy that Harry shared this sort of information with him. It made him feel like an important part of Harry's life. "So I take it I'll be having dinner alone tonight?" Draco smiled, he tone was playful.
"Is that alright?" Harry asked worried.
"Of course, it's an important dinner, I bet you'll do great!" Draco reassured.
At eight thirty Harry met Caleb in the lobby as Draco bid them goodbye and took a taxi to the Convention Centre. The rest of the day went by in a rush. Speaker after speaker, experimental presentations, labs, the works. Draco was incredibly impressed with it all. It wasn't until one o'clock in the afternoon when Draco's day had freed itself that he remembered that he was going to email Pansy.
Draco grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of water from the cafeteria in the Convention Centre and found a quiet corner with his blackberry. He began writing to Pansy.
Pansy,
I hope you're doing well, sorry I haven't gotten in touch with you yet about my trip. It's hard to believe that it's only been two and a half days, it feels like I have been here for a week, but, in a good way. I am staying with Potter…Harry. He wants me to call him Harry now, he said I called him 'Potter' when we were friends, but didn't say what we are now. Nothing's happened between us, except for a bit of cuddling and sleeping in the same bed. I am afraid that I am more smitten than I realised. I swear if he told me to jump off the CN Tower, I might consider it.
Also, he's got this co-worker that's madly in love with him, Caleb. He was at Rain that night we all had gone dancing. Anyway, the bloke's alright but Harry's assured me that he's not interested in Caleb. I don't even know if he's interested in me. It's all very confusing and I am trying not to push it. He's happy that I am here and we are staying together so that's at least a start. He insists that I sleep in the same bed as him, but, he won't make any moves, why do you think? Should I do something? Last night I lightly kissed the back of his neck as we fell asleep holding each other. I am so afraid that I am going to cock it all up!
Help!
Yours, Draco
Draco hit 'send,' and returned to eating his lunch. At two o'clock he was sitting in at a presentation about Curing Intractable Diseases and Extending Human Life. The talk was to last over two hours, then Draco was sure to head back to the hotel.
At half past four, after the talk and the 'Q & A' session, Draco checked his phone. He had one email message from Harry and one from Pansy. He checked Pansy's email first.
Draco!
I am glad you're safe and happy to read that our plan worked and you're in fact, staying with Potter. I didn't expect you both to start sleeping in the same bed from the get-go but that's an interesting turn of events. It sounds like Potter really does like you back but maybe he's waiting for something. It could be a number of things, maybe he thinks that your break up with Theo is still fresh and he's afraid of being a 'rebound' or maybe he just wants to take things slowly. Regardless, as long as he's not interested in anyone else and is responding well to your advances, I'd suggest continuing on the pace you are at. Perhaps sleeping together (the sexual kind) too soon might ruin the chances. It already sounds like the intimacy level between the two of you is quite eminent so I have nothing but high hopes for your future with him. Just make sure you don't fuck it up by moving too fast!
Take care and keep me updated.
Missing you, Pansy.
Draco smiled at Pansy's email and decided to read Harry's email next.
Draco,
It turns out that the client who I've planned to have dinner with tonight has a twenty year old son attending University and is studying 'Geochemistry.' I know it's not exactly your field of work but since he's bringing his son to the dinner, I thought you could also come. You can talk to his son, so he won't be bored when we're discussing business. What do you think? Sorry I would have texted you but, I didn't want to bombard you with multiple messages. Email or text me back whenever you're free.
Yours, Harry.
Draco sent a quick text to Harry confirming his attendance for dinner and asked what time the dinner was scheduled. He headed back to the hotel shortly after. The evening wasn't as chilly as the morning had been, so Draco decided to walk back. The hotel was only a twenty minute walk away from the Convention Centre. He stopped in at 'Tim Horton's' and bought a Hazelnut Latte for his walk.
At seven o'clock Harry and Draco arrived at a French restaurant 'Les Trois Balais.' Harry had made a reservation for four people. They waited at the bar until Harry's client and his son arrived. Draco noticed a man with dark grey, grizzled hair and a limp, dressed in a black suit accompanied with a tall, skinny, blond young man. The young man sort of reminded Draco of Theo, same built and almost the same shaped eyes. "Oh they're here," Harry exclaimed. He jumped up from his stool to greet the older man then shook the younger one's hand.
"Mr Shirm, this is my friend Draco Malfoy. Draco this is Alex Shirm and his son, Nicolas." Harry happily made the introductions and Draco immediately noticed a sly smile upon the young man, Nicolas' face.
Uh-oh.
The four men were seated at their table right away and the waitress brought over the bottle of wine Harry and pre-ordered. Draco was impressed by Harry's selection who gave him a look of complete mystification, then explained that it was Alex's favourite. Draco nodded an of course, towards Harry who glared back in mock anger.
"Are you two a thing?" Nicolas asked, rather loudly.
"We're friends," Harry answered politely. Draco wasn't sure if he answered just to shut Nicolas up or if they were nothing but friends. Draco thought to himself for a moment, well we can't really start explaining our long and complicated story to everyone, we should really talk about what we are. Draco's thought was interrupted when Nicolas slyly, under the table, placed his hand on Draco's knee. Draco snapped his head at him in shock and he simply smiled back, innocently.
"So I hear you're studying Geochemistry?" Draco asked attempting to lighten the mood. This is going to be a long night.
"He's the top of his class!" Alex Shirm interjected, obviously, very proud of his son.
"Well, I had to prove that I was good at something if I didn't wish to go into your business," Nicolas retorted. Draco wasn't sure if his tone of disdain was genuine or sarcasm. He was all for sons that don't wish to walk in their father's footsteps but he didn't appreciate insulting your parent in public, especially in front of strangers.
"Draco is quite the expert in the Chemistry world himself, having published a few articles and all," Harry added, proudly. Draco grinned at Harry's announcement.
"It's not really much, not yet anyway," Draco added.
"Well Potter, I am glad you brought your friend here to keep my son company. I was worried at first that he might find our talk a bit boring but it's good to see he's in good hands," Alex Shirm said.
"Good hands indeed," Nicolas spoke, grabbing Draco's left hand and running his fingers through it. Draco turned to look at Harry awkwardly who simply awkwardly shrugged in return. Alex Shirm did nothing but laugh at his son's actions.
"You'll have to excuse my son, he likes to make people uncomfortable as an ice breaker," Alex Shirm responded.
The waitress interrupted the conversation to take their order and as she left, Alex and Harry had begun their conversation about Harry's work. Draco was left alone to entertain a quite handsy Nicolas.
Draco thought Nicolas' behaviour was quite rude, but for Harry's sake, he put up with his antics and laughed at his jokes. Thirty minutes later, Harry and Alex were still quite involved in their business conversation and Nicolas had talked exhaustingly about his knowledge in an attempt to impress Draco. If the time and the place had been different, Draco thought, he would have probably shagged this boy silly in the men's loo. Now, he realised, he had no patience for people like these since he only had eyes for Harry.
When the after dinner wine was ordered, Nicolas brought out his cigarette pack. "Not at the table," Alex Shirm commented.
"Do you smoke Draco?" Nicolas asked.
"Rarely," he answered.
"Good, care to join me at the bar?" Nicolas stood up and offered his hand to Draco. Draco turned to look at Harry who nodded in assurance. Draco took Nicolas' hand and allowed him to lead him to the bar.
"You know if he hadn't assured me that the two of you are just friends, I would have thought that Potter over there was mighty jealous," Nicolas spoke as he took a puff of his lit cigarette and blew it in Draco's face. He was immediately reminded of Theo again. The few times Draco had smoked a fag, it was with Theo. He mostly hated it and only enjoyed it when he was pissed drunk, and at the present moment, he was not.
"We don't know what we are, so it's just easier to say we're friends," Draco replied.
"So have the two of you fucked?" Nicolas asked. Draco turned to the bartender and ordered a Scotch and Soda.
"No," Draco replied taking a sip of his drink.
"So, I have a chance," Nicolas commented. It wasn't a question.
"No," Draco replied.
"Why not?" Nicolas asked, as he brushed Draco's hair off from his forehead. Draco hated that gesture, the only person allowed to do that was Harry. Draco turned to look towards Harry and Alex Shirm and saw them both glancing in their direction. Alex smiling with delight and Harry simply nodding with whatever he'd said.
Great.
"So, why not?" Nicolas asked again.
Draco grabbed Nicolas' wrist and gently yanked his hand away. He wasn't trying to be rude, he simply didn't appreciate his advances. "Because I am in love with him."
"Him?" Nicolas asked. "As in the man who left you here alone with me?"
Draco looked over at the table where Alex Shirm and Harry were sitting at and it was empty. Draco was confused, he stared back at Nicolas, his eyes full of perplexity. Nicolas only laughed in response.
"Obviously, there's been a misunderstanding," Draco replied, the anger and confusion that was built inside him was replaced by composure. He gathered himself and his thoughts together.
"What misunderstanding?" Nicolas asked finishing the last of his cigarette.
"Harry is … clueless. I didn't realise this before but the last three days we've spent together, I am beginning to notice that more and more. The bloke's a genius, and truly one of his kind, but utterly clueless. He just won't get it through his thick head that I am in love with him, needless to say, I'll have to be a bit more convincing, and noticeable."
"He's daft," Nicolas commented, causing Draco to laugh. "…and lucky," he added.
"Why?"
"I see that you love him, and I see that I have no chance," Nicolas responded.
"You're not going to muck up his business deal with your father, are you?" Draco asked anxiously.
"You think that low of me?" Nicolas asked, exhibiting offence.
"Stop acting," Draco called Nicolas on his performance. "Are you?"
"Of course not. My father likes to tell people that I am so smart, I got into Ryerson, the best science program in Canada. But, he doesn't take me seriously. He thinks I am simply spoiled. He's the one that's spoiled me," Nicolas retorted.
Draco nodded as he listened to Nicolas, smiling, it all sounded too familiar.
"What?" Nicolas asked.
"I've been there, I know exactly how that feels," Draco answered.
"What did you do?" Nicolas asked. His eyes were wide with astonishment, all of a sudden he'd turned from a horny little spoiled brat to a young man looking up to Draco for inspiration.
"Did well in University, got a well-paid job. Made a name for myself in the industry without my father's help. Get your PhD, travel the world collecting earth samples, you'll be out of his grip in no time," Draco answered.
"You make it sound so easy."
"It is," Draco reassured him. "You're smart, there's no doubt about that. Just focus of what's at hand, getting away, getting ahead, not …"
"Getting head," Nicolas replied.
"Exactly." Draco tapped Nicolas' shoulder in comfort and spoke again. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to find my way back to the hotel and seduce myself a clueless brunette." He grinned as though he'd just said the funniest thing on the planet.
"I can give you a ride," Nicolas said.
"You've got a car?" Draco asked in astonishment, he wasn't sure why.
"Yeah, my father has a private driver, I simply met him here for dinner. I drove myself, I can give you a ride back," Nicolas answered.
"That'll be great!" Draco replied. Fifteen minutes later Nicolas pulled up in front of the Marriott where Draco was staying. "Listen, Harry and I, we are supposed to go out dancing tomorrow night, do you know of any good places?"
"Yeah, there's a place called the Green Dragon. My friends and I are headed there tomorrow night, we can meet up with you, around ten?" Nicolas asked.
"Excellent, I'll look it up. See you then, thanks mate!" Draco replied as he dashed out of Nicolas' car and entered the hotel lobby. He recognised the porter that held the door open for him and bid him a 'good evening.'
When Draco arrived at his suite number 731, he noticed that the bedroom lights were off. Harry had left the restaurant fifteen minutes before he did and Draco had spent another twenty minutes in the car with Nicolas. He wondered if Harry had already gone to bed. When he entered the room quietly, he noticed the bed was empty and heard the shower running. Draco turned the lights on, to his surprise he saw the sofa bed had been prepared for him.
Harry is undoubtedly sending me a message.
Draco sat at the sofa bed and waited for Harry to come out of the bathroom. He waited five minutes until the water shut off. Harry opened the door and Draco saw the look in Harry's eyes that indicated a mix of surprise and misery.
"You're back?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, why did you leave me at the restaurant?" Draco retorted.
"You seemed to be hitting it off so well with Nicolas, his hand on your knee for half the night, then practically holding hands with you at the table," Harry answered as he grabbed his t-shirt and put it on. Draco turned around to give Harry his privacy as he got dressed with the rest of his clothing.
"You brought me there, you told me to talk to him so you can charm up to his rich father," Draco replied defensively.
"And of course, you always take it a step too far. He was just about snogging you at the bar, don't think we didn't see that. His father said how you're just his type too, no wonder you were hitting it off!"
"Potter, are you jealous?" Draco snapped around to face Harry, who was now fully dressed.
"What? No!" Harry backed up a bit, his back against the wall next to the bathroom.
"Then why do you care?" Draco asked approaching Harry, inches away from his body.
"I don't care!" Harry retorted pushing himself against the wall, as though he'd push the wall with force.
"You have no reason to be jealous," Draco spoke, he was face to face with Harry, his voice, gentle.
"I know, there's nothing between us," Harry replied.
"Gods Potter, why are you so dense?" Draco was almost screaming, he'd returned to calling him Potter naturally. He wasn't being innocent, cute Harry right now. He was being thick, maddening Potter. "That's what I am trying to tell you, what I've been trying to tell you for a month, there is something between us."
Harry didn't respond. He simply stood silent against the wall, staring at Draco as Draco stared back at him.
"Fuck it," Draco said as he looked down for a second. He felt Harry relax, he looked up and spoke again. "I was not supposed to make a grand gesture, I was supposed to take things slow, let you come to me…"
Harry was silent still, he was searching for something in Draco's eyes. Draco leaned in and Harry was about to say something when Draco spoke again, "I swear Potter, if you stop me…" Harry didn't say anything. Draco slowly took Harry's glasses off and threw them on the bed behind the two of them. He placed his right hand behind Harry's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their first kiss.
Harry's lips were soft as Draco gently brushed his bottom lip with his tongue. Harry's body moved against his and Draco felt every bit of his body tingle with the feeling. It was amazing. Then, Harry kissed him back. Draco sucked on Harry's lower lip and he moaned. Slightly opening his mouth Harry welcomed Draco's tongue and they tussled until they needed to break apart for air.
"Now tell me again there's nothing between us," Draco commanded.
Harry leaned into Draco this time, applying more force than Draco had. He pulled him in and switched swiftly, pushing Draco against the wall this time as his own body pressed on Draco's. Draco rocked his body back and forth gently against Harry's pulling his hips into him more and more. Draco could feel Harry's erection against his own, under his silk trousers. He continued sucking and biting Harry's lower lip as he placed his right hand inside Harry's trousers, gently stroking his erection above his pants, then finally situated his hand inside completely grasping onto Harry's heat.
Harry let out a soft moan when Draco began stroking it slowly, Harry's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensation of Draco's touch and Draco loved watching him. "Draco," Harry whispered, "maybe you should… maybe we should … oh Draco!"
"Maybe I should … what, Harry?" Draco asked as his movements picked up slightly, his own cock twitching to be released from his trousers. Draco didn't wait for Harry to respond, his mouth was on Harry's again, kissing him deeply, sucking on Harry's tongue as he clasped the man's cock even faster.
When Draco broke the kiss apart again for air, his left hand immediately moved towards unbuckling his belt. Harry's hands remained in Draco's hair, tugging on the blond hair, rhythm matching his moans. He finally whispered, "Remove."
"Remove?" Draco asked, "You want me to take my hand off, Harry?" Draco whispered, unzipping his trousers as they fell on the floor and yanked his pants down to meet them. "Or do you want me to move my hand over, and over again?" Draco whispered, toying with the word re-move.
"Proper," Harry whispered, then he began to moan again. "Draco, oh Draco! We should do it properly…" Harry was panting, "Court…" another moan, "I am so close, so close!" Harry just about screamed his announcement as Draco rubbed their erections together and sucked on Harry's neck at the same time.
Draco pulled away from Harry and rested his back against the wall. He's stopped. He stopped sucking on Harry's neck, he stopped rubbing his erection to Harry's, and he stopped stroking Harry's cock. Harry looked at him in surprise and desperation, his eyes screaming a 'What?'
"You're the king of mixed signals, do you know that?" Draco said.
Harry didn't say anything, he looked embarrassed.
"Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to stop?" Draco asked.
"I want…" Harry swallowed.
"Yes, Harry?"
"I want you to get me off, then I want to suck your cock. Then we'll maybe talk about it, and then have a proper date tomorrow night, then we can do it again," Harry answered. "And, maybe more."
"Thank you," Draco responded. He pulled Harry in for another kiss, fiercer than the last, his bites harsher than before. His hands returned to pleasure Harry, and Harry returned to moaning with words of encouragement with no mixed signals involved. Soon, Harry spurted all over Draco's hands as he panted and kissed Draco, his lips slowly trailing down Draco's neck.
Harry didn't wait long before he dropped on his knees to fulfil his promise. It was as though he hadn't thought twice before his mouth covered Draco's cock and his head began to bop up and down. Draco moaned louder than Harry had when he climaxed and he continued to moan until he shot everything in Harry's mouth as he continued to suck on him.
Harry released Draco's limp cock from his mouth and continued kissing Draco's skin around it. He slowly trailed kisses up his stomach, then his chest as he stood up to finally claim Draco's mouth again. Draco tasted himself on Harry's tongue and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. "Clear enough for you?" Harry asked, his lips still against Draco's.
"Incredibly," Draco responded.
They stood on the same spot for several minutes, unable to move apart, their mouths constantly on each other's. "I need a shower," Draco whispered into Harry's ear as he kissed his ear lobe and his tongue trailed down to his neck again, he left a small bite mark on Harry's shoulder.
"Do you want some company?" Harry asked.
"Always," responded Draco.
Finally.
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