New Beginnings Series by HPFangirl71

Chapter 4: An Evening of Quidditch, Firewhiskey and Ravens…

If Draco had known exactly what was going to happen the night he'd invited Potter to the tree house, he probably wouldn't have been so nervous. He'd packed his rucksack carefully, intent on proving to the man that he could be as good a friend as that know-it-all Granger or that redheaded git Weasel. He'd had the house elves pack a delicious late dinner for the two of them and he'd brought along his best set of wizard's chess pieces and a pack of exploding snap. He'd also slipped in his autographed copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. He had several famous players names magically imprinted upon it and figured it might impress Potter since he enjoyed the game as much as Draco did.

Potter had arrived exactly on time and he'd had his own filled rucksack in tow. Draco had questioned him as to what was in the sack but was met with mysterious murmurs of "You'll see…"

Once in the tree house Draco had quickly unpacked his own goods, including a sleeping bag, which he spread out upon the living room floor. Potter seemed more at ease when he realized they'd be sleeping on the floor, Draco wasn't sure what he'd expected but he was pretty sure he didn't want to venture a guess.

The evening began pretty well from there, they ate the assorted fruits and cheeses that the house elves had packed with a bottle of cold pumpkin juice and talked about the up coming school year, which would start in just two days. Draco was nervous about being taken seriously by the seventh years but he'd also been told he wouldn't have many in his class. Potter on the other hand would have full classes since Muggle Studies were now going to be a mandatory class for all pure-blood and half-blood students. The war had done its damage and the world they lived in needed mending. The easiest way to do that was to inform non-muggles about muggles. He certainly didn't envy Potter the task.

Late into the night, it started raining, a light sprinkling with only an intermittent shot of thunder in the air. A couple ravens in the trees began calling to one another and Draco went to watch them out the window. Potter came up behind him and proffered up the secret stash he'd been holding back in his sack. It turned out to be a bottle of Ogden's and it made Draco smile. Without bothering with a glass, Potter put the bottle to his lips and then passed it to Draco. Normally, he'd be repulsed but he decided to let it slide for once.

"They're beautiful creatures aren't they?" he whispered into the darkening room.

He took a swallow from the Firewhiskey, letting the amber liquid burn as it traveled down his throat. If he got drunk enough, he might not need the potion tonight. Potter reached for the bottle, his fingers brushing up against Draco's and he felt a tingle as they left him. Draco moved over to the couch and took out the weather beaten Quidditch book. Potter seemed interested in what he was reading and came to sit beside him. The couch wasn't really big enough for two but in the close snugness, Potter was able to look over Draco's shoulder and see the book. He showed him several of the signatures he had collected and the other man seemed impressed. As they looked at and discussed the various players and teams, they passed the alcohol back and forth. Both were imbibing quite a bit and Draco could feel his own head getting a bit fuzzy as the contents of the bottle faded to nothing. As they finished the book, Potter tried to get up but being slightly tipsy ended up falling backward, partially landing in Draco's lap.

There was only a moment of surprise that registered with them both before somehow their lips ended up touching. Draco still wasn't sure who had leaned in first for that kiss but it had happened and it had been brilliant. He could remember tasting Potter for the first time and there had been the initial taste of Firewhiskey and a bit of the chocolate dessert they'd eaten earlier and then it had just been the heady taste and scent of Potter that had overpowered him. Maybe that was why his hand had slipped around the back of Potter and pulled him in for that second kiss. That one had been less of a surprise but it had still been just as delightful. Draco had been tipsy but not so tipsy that he still couldn't remember the soft feel of those lips so urgent and demanding upon his mouth.

Potter had been quite drunk, a lightweight that one was and before he knew it, they were rolling from the couch and onto the sleeping bags they'd spread out so carefully. Draco had been on top of Potter and he remembered the ripping of clothes as they'd tried to remove them as fast as possible in their quest to feel one another's skin. He vaguely remembered how hot the man's flesh had been beneath his fingers but it was a good kind of heat not burning but instead comforting and sensual. Bits and pieces of the evening became a blur after those first frantic kisses on the living room floor but he did remember the two of them lying naked on the floor, exploring one another's hard planes and muscles. He was still in awe that Potter had let him touch him in such a way.

He remembered hearing the calls of the ravens outside masking their own desperate moans within. Potter's cock had felt amazing within his hand, so amazing in fact that something had led him to slide down the man's body and take that semi-hard prick into his mouth. Something about Potter had tasted woodsy and earthy, a pungent flavor that had burst forth in his mouth as Potter had released himself down Draco's throat. He'd manfully swallowed every drop and Potter seemed impressed. He'd tugged at Draco's hair, pulling him back up for more kisses and then his hands had been at Draco's trousers, pulling them open so he could pull at Draco's own aching hard-on.

When Draco had felt himself come in a haze of pleasure, he was sure the evening was over and he'd been content to fall asleep in Potter's arms but the other man was again hard and his fingers had begun prodding at Draco's arse. It wasn't a big deal really, Draco had bottomed plenty before but it scared him slightly to give himself over to Potter so completely. The green eyes had been practically pleading with him and when Potter had frotted up against his front and gasped out his name, it had been his undoing. He'd pulled his bottoms off and basically spread himself out for Potter. His preparations were unskilled and sloppy since he was drunk but Draco had endured the slight burn as that hard, slicked cock had entered him. He'd let out a groan as the burn had given way to such incredible pleasure.

Potter's movements were erratic at first but as they'd increased in fervor, they'd gotten more rhythmic. Draco had moved instinctively into the man and every harsh thrust was met with his own form of drunken expertise. His hands had roamed across the other man's body, wanting to take in every moment of this experience because he was sure it'd never happen again. In fact he still wasn't sure what had made it happen in the first place, maybe it was the Firewhiskey or the fact that neither one wanted to go to sleep and dream their myriad of nightmares. Whatever it was, it had brought them to this point and when Potter had released himself within Draco's body while wanking Draco to his own completion there had been sparks and a magical connection unlike any he'd ever experienced before.

In the hazy aftermath of their orgasms, they'd called one another by their given names and that had seemed to shock them both but it hadn't kept them from exchanging more furtive kisses. Potter had pulled him into an embrace and wrapped one of the sleeping bags half-heartedly over their mostly naked bodies and Draco could only remember sleep overtaking him for the whole of a night for the first time in over a year…