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Chapter Two
- June 5th -
"Damn it, Draco, it's your birthday!" an exasperated Pansy Parkinson-Zabini shouted as she yanked on his arm. "Stop being so stubborn and let's go have fun for once."
Draco frowned and pulled himself from her surprisingly strong grip. "I swear to God, Parkinson…if I bruise or if you rip this shirt, I will kick your scrawny arse."
Her eyes sparkled with delight as she raised her eyebrows at him. This was the Draco she knew and loved.
"Don't threaten my wife, you git." Blaise smacked Draco across the back of the head.
Draco growled softly as he smoothed down his hair then straightened his clothing. "Well, tell her to stop man-handling me."
"Pansy, love, stop groping the birthday boy."
Pansy laughed and kissed Blaise's cheek. "There's only one person I want to grope."
"Oh, Christ," Draco groaned as he pushed passed them and towards the club. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at the looks he got as he stormed towards the door, bypassing the line that went halfway around the building.
"Mr. Malfoy," the large bouncer said with a smile as he opened the door for him.
Draco nodded his reply.
He really didn't want to be here. He wanted to be home, in bed, alone. But he was tired of moping about Harry. The pain of being left had faded, but his loneliness had only increased day by day. So his friends decided he needed to get laid. He could find no fault in their logic and was slightly horrified when he realized that it had been three months since his night with Harry. He was becoming pathetic and that was not something that he could allow to continue.
So, he had agreed. He was now standing in a club that he had frequented on a weekly basis while in school and on an even more regular basis since then. The music was the same, the people were the same… everything was the same. It was comfortable. He could breathe here.
Draco's eyes scanned the crowd. Just choose one and take him home.
"See anything you like?" Pansy giggled beside him.
He rolled his eyes and moved towards the bar. "Whiskey…double," he said once the bartender looked his way. He looked back at Pansy. "What is it about this place that turns you into an adolescent gay boy?"
She giggled again and looked to the bartender. "I'll have a martini."
Blaise hopped onto the stool next to his wife. "Water, please."
Draco took the drink that was set in front of him and swallowed it down in two gulps. He placed it back on the bar and motioned for the bartender to refill it. He downed the second glass just as quickly then took Pansy's arm and pulled her with him as he headed closer to the dance floor.
"Fuck, Dray! You made me spill my drink."
Blaise put his arm around his wife and kissed her cheek, trying to sooth her.
Draco grabbed her martini from her and swallowed it down, ignoring the look of death she shot at him. "Are you two dancing?"
"No," they said in unison.
"Then you don't have to stay." He pushed his way onto the dance floor, dodging bodies until he was at the center.
"Let's sit," Blaise suggested. He led his wife up a flight of stairs so they could sit at the railing and observe Draco without his knowing.
Draco unbuttoned his thin, white dress shirt. He was already beginning to sweat. He pulled the shirt off and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in a tight white t-shirt.
He had eaten nothing that day, so the alcohol had hit him hard and fast. He began to sway to the music, enjoying the heat of the lights and the smell of the people around him.
He smiled when he felt hands on his waist. Ah…that didn't take long. May even be a new personal record. He leaned back into the body behind him and began to move again.
Warm breath blew lightly against his ear and he let his silver eyes fall shut as he soaked up the familiar pleasure of being touched by a stranger. He pushed back against a broad chest and shivered as hands slid around his waist and up to rest on his flat stomach. Lips brushed his neck and he tilted his head to the side, giving the anonymous man behind him better access.
Fingers dug harder into his skin as he was pulled tighter against the other man. "You smell good," a deep voice whispered before the man's tongue began to lightly trace the shell of his ear.
Draco moaned softly. My God…I missed this.
The man let go of him and turned him around.
Draco stood eye to eye with a gorgeous stranger. They were about the same height, 6'1 and their builds were similar, though this man was a bit more muscular in the chest and arms. His hair was dark and his eyes a bright blue. His mouth turned up in a slight smile as he pulled Draco into a deep kiss.
Yep…he'll do.
"He's with me."
Draco ignored the angry voice behind him and continued kissing his (hopefully) soon to be lover.
"Hey!"
Draco raised an eyebrow in annoyance, but the man he was currently attached to moved his mouth to the blond's neck and he promptly lost track of why he had been irritated in the first place. He closed his eyes and moaned.
"I said 'he's with me'," the voice spit out in anger.
"Well, he's with me now," Draco's dance partner said, his lips still pressed to pale white skin.
Draco was confused. He had thought that the man with the angry voice belonged to the blue eyed man who was currently doing wicked things to his neck, but obviously that was not the case. Who the hell is claiming to be with me? He gently, albeit reluctantly, pulled back from the dark haired man and turned around.
He froze as he stared into furious green eyes.
Draco collected himself after a brief moment and turned away from Harry's piercing stare. "In his dreams I'm with him," he joked. He slid his arms around the other man's shoulders and hoped that the shaking in his body wasn't noticeable, especially to Harry. He held tighter, thankful for some kind of physical support.
Harry came up beside him and grabbed Draco's arm.
"Stop it!" Draco suddenly shouted, jerking his arm away as if he had been burned. He pulled away from the other man and shoved a finger into Harry's chest. "You have no right to claim me."
Harry swallowed heavily and tried to take Draco's hand.
Draco pushed him away. "Don't!"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by a rough shove from Draco's partner.
"Don't," Draco said again, this time to the blue eyed stranger. He took the man's arm and started to pull him away from Harry.
"Wait," Harry begged, reaching for Draco again.
The blue eyed man pulled free from Draco's grip and punched Harry in the jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"No!" Draco yelled as he pushed Harry's attacker away. "Just…leave it alone."
"But he-"
Draco gave him a light shove and a stern look. "Just go."
The man glared down at Harry and then at Draco before pushing his way through the crowd.
Draco sighed heavily as he looked down at the brunet on the ground. Seeing Harry get hit after knowing what he had been through had sent a jolt of unease through him. He crouched down beside him. "You alright?"
Harry nodded and carefully felt his jaw.
"Let me see." Draco took Harry's chin gently in his hand and sighed when he saw a bruise already developing. He took the smaller man's arm. "Come on…let's get some ice on that." He pulled Harry to his feet and steered him to the bar where he made him sit. He went behind the bar and found a clean rag which he filled with crushed ice and brought to Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't you think they might have a problem with you being behind the bar?"
Draco gently pressed the ice to Harry's jaw then guided Harry's hand to hold it in place. "Not if they want to keep their jobs." Draco pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long hit and exhaled heavily before offering it to Harry. "I own this place."
Harry paused and stared at him in shock. He took the cigarette and just held it for a moment. "You're a bit young to own a club like this."
Draco shrugged. He was happy that they were on his turf this time. It calmed his nerves, though it did nothing for the painful thumping of his heart that had returned as soon as he had looked into Harry's deep green eyes. "My father is very wealthy. I asked him for this place, so he bought it for me when I graduated university."
They fell into a long, uncomfortable silence. Draco waved over the bartender and ordered another whiskey.
"Aren't you going to buy me a drink?" Harry asked with a smirk. He set the melting ice on the bar.
"Thought you didn't need my charity," Draco snapped. Even he was surprised by the amount of anger in his voice.
Harry's smile faded, but he didn't take his eyes from Draco's. "I hurt you," he said softly, his voice tinted with a bit of surprise. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Draco stood and smoothed down his hair and shirt, desperate to retain some sort of dignity after his childish outburst. "I should go find my friends." He glanced over and tried to smile at Harry, though he could feel that he had failed miserably. "I'm glad you're alright."
"Wait…please." Harry stood and gently took hold of Draco's wrist. "Can't we at least talk?"
Draco pulled his arm free and spun around to glare at the green eyed man. "I thought you were dead, did you know that?"
Harry frowned and took a step back. "Why would you think that?"
Draco stepped closer so they were only inches apart. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I decided I needed to see you again, just to prove that you were alright. So I went to the café a few weeks later and they told me that you hadn't shown up for work since that night and that you had never picked up your last paycheck." Draco was amazed at how quickly the pain returned with the memories. He felt the same clenching in his chest that he had felt when he had found out that Harry hadn't returned. His hands shook and began to sweat like they had when Harry's boss had told him that no one had gone to see if Harry was alright. And the anger…he couldn't remember being as angry as he had been when they refused to give him contact info so he could check himself. "The one night I spend with you, I find you covered in bruises from your so called 'boyfriend' then you go running back to him claiming things are going to be different. What the fuck was I supposed to think other than that he killed you?"
Harry reached out and touched his hand. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just thought…well, I thought we were only having a bit of fun." He tried to smile, but it didn't take.
Draco pulled his hand away and scowled at him. "That's a bunch of shit and you know it! We both know there was more to that night than a 'bit of fun'. I thought…" He sighed and took a deep breath. "You know what? It doesn't matter what I thought." He cleared his throat and looked around to make sure no one was listening to their heated exchange. He leaned in closer to Harry. "Just know…you put me through hell and I hate you for it."
They stood in silence, staring each other down, until Harry finally looked away. "I-"
"Harry! There you are! We've been looking everywhere."
Draco looked over as an attractive brunette girl hurried over to them, dragging a tall, lanky redhead by the hand. She leaned in and kissed Harry's cheek, not seeming to notice the flush of his cheeks or the vacant look in his eyes. She turned and flashed a brilliant smile at Draco, then looked back at Harry. "Harry, I didn't know that you knew Draco Malfoy."
Draco watched as Harry's brow furrowed, then his green eyes opened a bit in surprise. He shot a quick look at Draco before looking back at his friend in confusion.
Draco smirked softly to himself, amused by Harry's confused expression. He's heard my name before. Not that that's a surprise.
The brunette girl turned to him. "Your mother works with some wonderful charities. I read an article not too long ago when she was working on that fund raiser for the homeless shelter last year. She had a lot to say about you."
Draco laughed at her enthusiasm. "Hopefully you don't believe everything you read in the paper, Miss…?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Hermione Granger," she said as they shook hands. She pulled the redhead to her side. "And this is my fiancé, Ron Weasley."
"Pleasure," Draco said as he shook Ron's hand. Weasley, Weasley…why do I know that name?
"My father works for your father," Ron said softly with a frown.
Draco smiled softly. That's why…he must be that Arthur Weasley's kid. "My sympathies to your father, then."
Ron laughed and visibly relaxed as he nodded.
"Can I get you all a drink?" He turned and waived down a waitress to order a round.
"Draco…I see you've made friends," Pansy said as she guided her husband to join the small group at the bar.
Draco introduced Hermione and Ron before motioning to Harry. "And this is Harry."
Harry had been looking at his feet, but he finally raised his head, just in time to see Blaise and Pansy exchange an "oh" look. He straightened up and cleared his throat. "Harry Potter," he said as he shook hands with them.
"So, are you all here to celebrate with us?" Blaise asked.
"Celebrate?" Harry looked from Blaise to Draco.
Draco ignored Harry's questioning look and started to pass out the drinks that the waitress had brought over.
"It's Draco's birthday today," Pansy told them as she took the martini from her best friend.
Draco glared at her.
Hermione raised her glass. "Well, happy birthday, Draco."
Blaise, Pansy and Ron joined her in raising their glasses.
"To…Draco," Harry said softly. "Happy birthday."
Draco stared him down for a moment, then nodded slightly and downed his drink.
The six of them stood in a semi-circle, chatting for a while about nothing in particular. A new round of drinks was ordered and conversation flowed easily through the small group.
After fighting his instinct to do so, Draco let his eyes settle on Harry's profile. The dark haired man was standing across from him, but had turned to talk to Pansy about some old black and white movie that they were both obsessed with.
Why am I so angry with him? He wrote a letter, said goodbye…it could've been much worse.
Harry suddenly burst out laughing at something that Pansy said, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.
An irrational flash of jealousy jolted Draco from his silent perusal, but he quickly shook it off and turned to Hermione, hoping to distract himself.
Hermione was looking at him, her eyes shining knowingly as a small smile crept onto her pretty face.
He took a step back and frowned down at her. "What?"
"You're him, aren't you?"
"I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about."
She moved closer to him. "You're him. The 'devastatingly handsome blond who-"
"Don't finish that sentence," he interrupted, his face flushing a deep pink.
Hermione threw her head back and laughed.
Draco raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "He really called me that?"
She nodded. "He gave us way too many details about that night." Her face softened as she looked at him. "He really did like you, you know."
He laughed bitterly and glanced at Harry. "Not enough, obviously." He turned to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He filled his glass then motioned to Hermione's empty glass. "Drink with me?"
She smiled and held out her glass. "How could I resist?"
He smiled as he filled her glass, then he set the bottle down and raised his glass to her.
"You trying to steal my girl, Malfoy?" Ron stepped up and slid an arm around Hermione's waist.
Draco grinned at Ron. "I could certainly do much worse than the lovely Miss Granger." He winked at her and clinked his glass against hers. He glanced over at Harry before sipping at his drink.
Harry was standing there with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring straight at him.
Draco fought back the fluttering in his chest. "Problem, Potter?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry's face flushed and he looked away.
"Draco," Hermione said as she gently took his arm. "Don't call him that. He doesn't like it."
"Oh? And why's that?" Draco hoped he sounded as casual as he had tried for.
"That's what that fucker Oliver calls him when he gets angry. Which is all the fucking time." Ron's face was flushed with anger and he was clutching his bottle so tightly that his knuckles were white.
Draco was shocked by the intensity of Ron's anger. Things must be much worse than I thought. "Who's Oliver?" he asked.
"Harry's boyfriend," Hermione said as she cast a nervous glance at her green eyed friend.
"Ex-boyfriend," Ron clarified.
Draco let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.
"Yes, but for how long this time?" Hermione asked her fiancé. "You know they'll just end up back together." She sighed sadly. "They always do."
Draco took a long drink of his whiskey, glancing over the edge of his glass at Harry. He hoped if he stayed quiet Ron and Hermione would continue talking about Harry and his relationship with Oliver.
"I think a hospital stay was a bit more than enough for Harry to finally let go for good this time." Ron downed the rest of his beer and set the bottle on the counter.
Draco's eyebrows shot up in alarm. "Hospital stay?"
Hermione blushed and nudged Ron. "It was no big deal," she insisted.
"No big deal?" Ron exclaimed. "I think a fractured skull and three broken ribs is a pretty fucking big deal, Hermione."
"Yes, but if Harry says he fell down the stairs, who are we to not believe him?"
Draco's cheeks were flushed with rage. He bit his lip and looked back at Harry who was currently sitting at the bar, isolated from their small group. Draco ignored the frantic whispering from Hermione who was obviously lecturing Ron about not telling people about Harry's personal life.
Harry finished off his beer and slid the bottle a bit away before pulling out a cigarette and feeling around for a lighter.
"Excuse me," Draco said to Hermione as he slipped by her. He pulled out some matches and lit one, then cupped it behind his hand and raised it to Harry.
Harry muttered a soft "thanks" as he leaned forward to light his cigarette.
Draco shook out the match and dropped it into an ashtray.
The two men were silent as they looked each other over from head to toe, neither of them bothering to hide their obvious appreciation for the others body.
"I like your hair like that," Harry finally said as he propped his head on his hand and smiled at the blond.
Draco climbed up onto the barstool beside him, but sat backwards, leaning back on his elbows.
"You look older," Harry continued.
Draco smiled softly and looked over at him. "You look exactly the same as I remember."
"That's a good thing, yeah?" Harry gave him a small, hesitant smile.
Draco didn't answer. He just winked at him and turned to look at the dance floor.
He kept his eyes on the mass of people jumping and writhing in front of them, but he couldn't help being hyper-aware of Harry's presence beside him. Every time Harry shifted or sighed, Draco felt it like a punch to the gut. Christ…he is so fucking beautiful.
Harry slid off his stool and took a few steps towards the crowded dance floor. He glanced over at his and Draco's friends who were now sitting at a small round table and were chatting happily amongst themselves. Then he turned back to Draco.
Draco raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" He shifted a bit in his seat, but made sure to keep eye contact.
Harry walked up to him and gently rested his hands on Draco's legs. "I want to dance with you," he said softly. He stepped closer so he was standing between the blond's knees.
Draco's heart pounded so hard that he thought he might pass out.
Harry's hands slid slowly up Draco's thighs and over his hips before coming to rest on his waist as he leaned in closer.
"Is there any particular reason why you're invading my personal space?" Draco said, though he made no effort to pull away.
Harry moved closer and shrugged. "You didn't have any complaints last time."
Draco forced himself to breathe. Harry was so close to him that he could feel his warm, whiskey scented breath on his face.
"Draco," Harry whispered.
Hearing Harry say his name like that finally sent him over the edge. He slid a hand up into that thick, silky hair that he had been dreaming of for months and fisting his hand in it, he pulled Harry's face closer to his. "Just because I want you doesn't mean that I don't hate you," he said, his mouth only inches from Harry's.
Harry licked his lips and nodded, his eyes set firmly on Draco's mouth. "I understand." He closed the remaining distance and claimed his lips in a scorching kiss.
Draco slid an arm around the smaller man's waist and pulled him tighter against him, deepening their kiss. He roughly bit down on Harry's lip and smiled to himself when the brunet gasped then moaned loudly and pushed his hips into him.
"Damn," Harry muttered as he pulled back, just enough to look up at Draco.
Draco smirked down at him. He kept one hand on Harry's slim waist while his other hand gently stroked the back of his neck. "Forgot how good I was, huh?"
"Never," Harry said in complete honesty. "Not a day goes by when I don't think of that night." His fingers were clutching at Draco's tight t-shirt, bunching up the material and exposing just a tiny bit of the blond's creamy white skin. Harry let his fingers brush against the smooth, silky flesh and leaned forward to kiss his neck.
"Then why did you leave?" Draco asked, his voice soft and breathy. He let his eyes close when he felt lips on his ear.
"I had to," Harry whispered, his breath blowing warm on Draco's face. "Can we stop talking and go somewhere where I can touch you like I want to without getting arrested?" He pulled back to look up into lust filled grey eyes.
Draco laughed softly. "I don't have a bed, but my office upstairs has a nice leather sofa that I can pound you into."
Harry smiled and pulled Draco to his feet. "Lead the way."
Draco glanced at their friends and saw Hermione smiling right at him. He smiled back and gave her a wink before dragging Harry up the stairs and through the door.
As soon as they reached the short hallway that led to the office, Harry grabbed Draco and pulled him against him, kissing him roughly, his hands eagerly sliding up the back of the blond's shirt to feel his skin.
For a moment, Draco was immersed in the pleasure of it. He had lost count of how many times he had dreamed of this mouth kissing him and these hands touching him and he had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that Harry was finally there.
"Draco," Harry whispered as his tongue traced a fiery path over the blond's long neck.
Draco groaned at the sound of his name and wondered how he had missed the fact that Harry hadn't said it the first time they were together. The sound of it in his ear and the vibrations of it against his skin were making him lightheaded and already tight pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
They stumbled down the dim hallway, arms around each other, mouths pressed firmly together in a desperate kiss. Draco reached blindly for the doorknob and after a minute of fumbling, finally found it and threw the door open. He pulled back from Harry, grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into the office, kicking the door shut behind them.
Before he could catch his breath, Harry was already tugging him back against him and their mouths smashed together painfully, teeth clicking together and biting down on swollen lips. He guided the smaller man back towards the desk, lifting him up onto it once they reached their destination. Grabbing tightly to a fistful of dark hair, he pulled hard, forcing Harry's head back, his mouth sucking and licking at the smooth skin of his exposed neck.
Harry moaned as his legs came up around the blond's waist, his ankles locking together to pull him closer.
Draco groaned at the feel of Harry's erection grinding against his. No one had ever made him so hard before. Struck with a sudden need for more, he placed both hands on Harry's chest and pushed, forcing him onto his back. He shoved his shirt up and took a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking as his shaking hands moved quickly to release the button and zipper of Harry's jeans. He yanked them down around his knees, followed quickly by the boy's red boxer briefs.
Draco's mouth watered and he licked his lips at the sight of Harry half dressed and hard, lying across his desk, his chest heaving as he stared up at him, waiting.
"Draco," Harry whispered. "Please touch me."
Draco groaned and leaned forward to take Harry's cock deep into his mouth. Thankful for his lack of a gag reflex, he swallowed him down, feeling him pressing into his throat.
Harry gasped and threw his head back, smacking it against the desk, though the pain never registered through the intense and sudden pleasure. He grabbed handfuls of Draco's hair, pulling sharply and forcing his head up and down, faster and harder as he pumped his hips. He raised his head from the desk so he could watch and he groaned deeply at the site of Draco's pink lips stretched around him, his hand wrapped around the base, stroking him firmly.
Draco loved how he tasted, how he smelled, the smoothness of his cock against his tongue. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Harry watching him, his mouth hanging slightly open and his emerald green eyes half lidded with passion.
Harry propped himself on an elbow so he could keep eye contact, his other hand moving to rest on the back of Draco's neck, cradling his head. He tried to stop bucking his hips, but as the suction increased and Draco's tongue and hand moved faster, he lost control of his body. "I'm…coming…I'm…"
Draco sucked harder and gripped tighter. He hummed softly and watched as Harry's eyes shut tight and he jerked, his hot, salty-sweet come spilling into his mouth and down his throat. Draco moaned at the taste of it, his tongue licking slow lines up and down before dipping into the slit, being sure to capture every last drop.
Harry fell back onto the desk with a bone weary sigh. His hips finally stilled and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Draco's mouth and tongue moving slowly over him.
"That didn't take long, huh?" Draco stood and smiled down at him.
Harry groaned softly and smiled back at him as he stretched his arms up over his head. "Fuck…you're really good at that." He struggled a bit with weak limbs, but finally managed to sit up. Grabbing the front of Draco's shirt, he pulled him closer, kissing him softly and tasting himself on his tongue. He slowly slid his hands up under Draco's tight t-shirt, his fingers instinctively finding his nipples and stroking them. "I want you."
Draco sighed and let his head fall back as Harry's lips traveled over his throat. When the brunet began to pull at his shirt, he obediently raised his arms over his head to aide in its removal. Realizing that Harry still had his shirt on, Draco pulled it over the man's head, creating an even bigger mess of his already chaotic hair, and tossed it in the corner to join his own.
He took a slight step back and let his eyes roam over Harry's chest, his hands quickly following the same path. "You are so sexy. You have no idea how badly I wanted this to happen again." He moved back against him and kissed him hungrily.
Harry laughed. "I think I have a fairly good idea, actually."
Draco continued to kiss him, simultaneously reaching over to one of the desk drawers and opening it. He pulled out a bottle and set it on the desk next to Harry.
Harry glanced at the bottle and smirked. "So, I don't get to lay claim to christening your desk?"
"No." Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair then smiled as he leaned in to kiss him. His lips moved slowly across Harry's flushed cheek, over his jaw line and to his ear which he traced with his tongue.
"I want you," Harry said for the second time, his impatience starting to show. His hands gripped Draco's arse, pulling him against him as his lips and teeth ran over his shoulder, biting and sucking at his skin.
"You'll have me shortly," Draco promised, doing his best to hold back a laugh. "No need to rush."
Harry grunted in frustration and fell down onto his back in a huff.
Draco couldn't contain his laugh as he watched Harry pout. He leaned over, placing a hand at either side of Harry's head. "I love your mouth." He kissed him again.
"Draco…please…"
He shivered at the sound of his name coming from those soft, kiss swollen lips. This will be my downfall.
"I need to feel you inside of me."
Draco groaned and closed his eyes, his fingers digging into the edges of the desk hard enough to make the wood creak under the strain. His mouth devoured Harry's, sucking, licking, biting…no matter what, he just couldn't get close enough.
Harry smiled a triumphant smile then reached between them to undo Draco's pants. Once the button and zipper were undone, he kicked off his own pants, which were still pooled around his ankles, and used his feet to push the material down over Draco's hips. He pulled back and reached out beside him to grab the bottle of lube, flipping open the cap.
Draco raised an eyebrow and gave him a smug smile. "A bit excited, are we?"
Harry smirked and his eyes fell to Draco's rock hard cock. "I'd say we are."
Draco growled softly and stepped back, grabbing Harry by the ankles and dragging him closer to the edge of the desk.
Harry poured some of the lube into his hand and looked up at Draco, keeping eye contact as he reached down to stroke him, coating him in the fluid.
Draco's breath caught at the feeling of a warm, slick hand around him. He grabbed the back of Harry's neck and pulled him in to a deep kiss while his other hand slid down between them to his cock, collecting some of the excess lube from the other's hand. He stepped back and pulled Harry with him, dragging him to his feet and motioning for him to turn around.
Following Draco's silent command, Harry turned his back to him. He pressed himself back against the blond, teasingly rubbing his arse against his erection.
Draco moaned at the friction and allowed it for a moment before placing both hands on Harry's hips and forcing them to be still. "Bend over." When Harry didn't immediately comply, he placed his hand on his back and pushed him down onto the desk. He breathed deeply, trying to keep control of himself as his fingers traced over the strong muscles of Harry's back and down to the soft curve of his arse. He used his foot to kick his feet further apart, then he leaned over and ran his tongue from the small of his back, all the way up his spine to his neck.
Harry trembled beneath him and let out a long, quiet moan as he pressed his forehead to the desk and closed his eyes.
Draco bit down gently on the back of his neck, holding him in place while a finger pushed its way inside.
The sudden breach of his body made Harry's entire body jerk, causing Draco's teeth to clamp down harder. He thrust his hips back, forcing the finger deeper and let out a soft hiss of pleasure.
Draco gently slid another finger inside and at the same time, brought his other hand around to begin slowly pumping Harry's cock.
Harry grunted and thrust against him. "Draco," he whimpered.
Draco's cock twitched at the deep, throaty sound that Harry made as he writhed against him. His jaw was beginning to ache so he gently removed his teeth and licked at the indentations he had left in the pale skin.
Harry turned his face to rest his cheek on the cool wood of the desk. He bit his lip and whimpered softly as he ground himself shamelessly against the fingers inside of him.
"You're beautiful like this," Draco said, then placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
"Shut up and fuck me."
He could barely remember letting go of Harry's cock or pulling his fingers from his body, but he was suddenly surrounded by the breathtaking heat and tightness that had haunted his dreams of late. He opened his mouth to cry out, but couldn't get a sound passed his lips. Aching for more, he had to hold himself back from pushing too deep, too fast.
Harry grunted and pushed back, allowing Draco's cock to slip in further. A low hissing sound escaped his lips as he exhaled slowly. "Don't stop," he choked out as Draco became still behind him.
"Just give me a minute." He was completely surrounded, buried to the hilt and the warm pressure that was squeezing him almost sent him over the edge. He closed his eyes and nuzzled the hair at the back of Harry's neck, breathing deeply and trying to pull himself back from early completion.
Harry groaned and thrust his hips back. "Damn it, Draco…move!"
At the sound of Harry's command, his hips snapped forward roughly, pushing the smaller man tighter against the desk and causing a low growl to escape his lips, the sound muffled as he buried his face into his shaking arms.
Draco held tight to his slim hips, watching the muscles in Harry's back flexing as he pushed his body back against him and mumbled incoherently to himself. He ran his hand up his side and over his shoulders, relishing in the feel of trembling muscles and skin slick with sweat. He pushed deeper, though he hadn't thought it was possible, and let out a quiet moan when Harry tightened around him. There is no fucking way I'm letting go of this again.
Harry raised himself up onto his elbows and looked back over his shoulder, watching Draco's face as he moved inside him.
When their eyes made contact, Draco felt something in his chest tighten and he bent forward, pressing himself against Harry's back, suddenly desperate to have their bodies as close as possible. He kissed him, though the angle was awkward, and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him tighter to him.
He felt more than saw Harry's breathing hitch at the new position and he slowed his hips, tracing his tongue over the now bruised bite mark at his hairline. "You close?"
Harry nodded, but didn't make a sound other than his frantic breathing.
Draco brushed his lips over the brunet's neck as his thrusts gained momentum. His grip on his waist tightened into an almost painful hold.
Harry bit his lip and groaned as he groped for the hand that Draco had wrapped around him. He pried it from his waist and guided it to his cock, their fingers entwined as they stroked him together.
Draco kissed the back of his neck and straightened, moving his free hand to Harry's shoulder. He gripped it tight and pulled Harry back every time he thrust forward, slamming their bodies together.
Harry let out a loud gasp and he guided their hands faster over his leaking cock.
"I want you to say my name when you come," Draco whispered.
Harry whimpered and squeezed his fingers tighter around Draco's hand. "Draco…" He let out what sounded like a sob and pumped his cock faster. "Draco…Draco…Dra-" His voice caught in his throat and he came hard, his come spilling out over their hands and onto the desk.
"Harry," Draco muttered softly as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead into his neck. "Oh, fuck." His hips stilled and he shuddered convulsively on top of the smaller man as his orgasm rocked through him, stealing his breath. He leaned heavily against him, fearful that his legs would give out without the support.
Neither said a word as they struggled with their breathing and tried to gain control of their trembling bodies.
Harry was the first to move. With a deep breath, he slowly lifted his head and turned to look over his shoulder. "Incredible," he said softly, then pressed his lips to Draco's flushed cheek.
Draco nodded, but couldn't speak so he just kissed him back and buried his face in his hair. He sighed heavily and slowly pulled out. He put an arm around Harry's waist and guided him over to the couch where he collapsed onto it, pulling the smaller man into his arms.
Harry curled his body around him. His leg tucked between Draco's and an arm draped over his waist. He sighed contentedly and kissed Draco's chest, right over his heart.
Draco smiled a sleepy smile and stroked Harry's hair. "I'm glad you found me."
Harry gave him a dazzling smile and stretched up to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Me too."
*.*.*.*
- June 6th -
When Draco woke, he felt the warm silkiness of Harry's cheek against his skin. His smiled to himself, but did not yet open his eyes, fearful that it would all be a dream.
He was lying on his back and Harry was pressed tightly to him, his head rested on Draco's shoulder and their legs intertwined. His hand lay curled in a loose fist, right over the blond's heart.
Oh, thank God he didn't leave!
Draco sighed softly and let himself begin to drift back to sleep, pulling the other man just a bit closer, if that was even possible.
Just as he was about to fall into oblivion, Draco felt Harry stir briefly before becoming completely still. Even his breathing ceased. Harry's body tensed and he let out a sigh that was so quiet, Draco probably wouldn't have known about it had he not felt the heat of his breath blow softly against his skin. The dark haired man slowly and gently untangled himself from the blond's arms and legs and got to his feet, not making a single sound.
Draco debated whether or not to let Harry know that he was awake, but he finally decided to feign sleep and see what the other man would do.
Harry scratched at his perpetually messy hair as his squinting eyes darted around the dim room. He found his glasses on the desk and put them on before locating his discarded jeans and quickly pulling them up over his hips. He crept quietly through the office, gathering the rest of his possessions. He slipped on his ratty Converse, not bothering to tie them, and then pulled on the black shirt that reeked of smoke and whiskey.
Draco felt his heart thumping painfully against his ribs. He watched Harry through barely open eyes, but he could see well enough to know that he was being left behind once again.
Harry felt his pockets for his keys and wallet and once he knew he had everything, he stopped and stared down at the pale, naked man sleeping in front of him.
Draco tried to keep his breathing steady as Harry moved towards him. Though he was unsure as to why he was still playing this game, he continued to fake unconsciousness.
With another soft sigh, Harry sat down on the edge of the couch and gazed down at Draco's face. He reached out and tucked some hair behind his ear, though it didn't hold and the blond strands again fell over Draco's forehead.
Harry's hand trembled slightly as he stroked Draco's shoulder and neck. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the blond's shoulder.
Draco was sure that the frantic pounding of his heart would give him away, but Harry didn't seem to notice.
Harry took one of Draco's hands in his and held it tightly as he leaned in again. He gently pressed his mouth against the softest lips he had ever kissed, letting his lips linger for a long moment.
Draco's breath hitched and he felt the unfamiliar sting of tears in his eyes.
Harry finally pulled away, still holding Draco's hand in his. "Goodbye, Draco Malfoy," he whispered. He placed another kiss on Draco's forehead, then letting go of his hand, he stood and quickly moved towards the door.
"Don't," Draco softly said as he sat up.
Harry froze with his hand on the doorknob.
"Harry?" Draco stood, wrapping the throw he had been covered with around his bare shoulders.
Harry finally turned back to him, though he wouldn't look him in the eye. "What?"
Draco tried to ignore the coldness in Harry's voice and instead concentrated solely on the sweet, loving goodbye the boy had given him when he thought no one was aware. "Where are you going?"
"Home," Harry said as he turned for the door again.
Draco grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. "Why are you running away…again?"
Harry snorted as he pulled the door open and walked out into the hallway. "I'm not running away, Draco. I'm just leaving. Don't be so bloody melodramatic."
"You're a fucking coward," Draco spat at him as he followed him down the stairs and out into the empty club.
Harry spun around to face him. "A coward? You think so?" His eyes were narrowed and angry and his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"I know so," Draco insisted. I can't fucking believe he's doing this again! He folded his arms over his bare chest and glared hatefully at the smaller man. "You know, I woke up the minute you stirred in my arms." He took a few steps closer. "I heard every word you said…" He moved so close that they were nearly touching and he could feel the heat radiating from Harry's body. He lowered his voice into an almost whisper. "I felt every touch…every kiss."
Harry's face softened as he looked into stormy grey eyes. "I was…I was saying goodbye."
Draco nodded slightly. "Yes, I know. But I asked you 'why'?"
Harry swallowed heavily as he shook his head. "I just…have to."
Draco held eye contact as he took Harry's hand. "But why?"
"Why does it matter?" Harry asked as his shoulders slumped and he hung his head. "You told me yesterday that you hate me. It shouldn't matter to you if I stay or not."
"Do you make a habit of sleeping with people that you hate?"
Harry looked up at him with his brow furrowed in confusion. "What? Of course I don't."
"Do you think I do?"
Harry pulled away and flung both hands in the air dramatically. "How the bloody hell would I know?" he asked, frustration in his voice. "I don't even know you!"
Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the bar. "That's not my fault."
Harry glared at him. "But it's mine?"
Draco gave him a long, considering look before nodding. "You are the one who keeps leaving."
Harry just stared at him for a long moment. His eyes darted over Draco's naked chest, lingering on the small bite marks on his left shoulder.
Draco's eyes followed Harry's to see the purplish bruises that Harry had left earlier that night. His heartbeat spiked, but he managed to contain his pleasure at being marked once again by the man in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and looked up at the dark haired man. "Must you continually mar my flawless skin?"
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. But as soon as he realized what he was doing, he forced it back and cleared his throat.
Draco laughed bitterly. "Why do you fight everything that you feel? What is so wrong about laughing when you think something is funny? Surely if you can share a bed with me, you can share a joke as well. So why don't you, for once, just stop fighting yourself. Be who you are, Harry…there's nothing wrong with it."
Harry scowled at him. "Stop talking like you know me."
"Stop trying to fool yourself into believing that I don't."
They stared at each other in silence, neither man wanting to be the first to break down.
Draco decided to have some mercy on Harry and broke the silence. "Are you going back to him again?"
Harry flinched noticeably. "I don't really see how that's your business."
"Well, you're wrong." Draco lit a cigarette and held out the pack to Harry who took one without a word. "Why do you keep going back to him if he hurts you?"
Harry stilled for a moment, then exhaled heavily. "That's what you think? That he hurts me?"
Draco shrugged. "Should I think differently?"
"He doesn't," Harry said, his voice icy and hard. "Things just…happen when we're together. It's never on purpose."
Draco let out a loud laugh. "If you say so."
"You don't know him, so don't you dare judge him!" Harry snapped.
Draco held up his hands in mock surrender and raised his eyebrows. "Care to explain how one ends up with a fractured skull and ribs by mistake?"
Harry's cheeks flooded with color and he averted his eyes. "I fell down the stairs."
"Ron and Hermione seem to think-"
"Well, they weren't there!" Harry shouted. "And neither were you, so shut your fucking mouth Malfoy."
Draco's eyes narrowed, more at the use of his last name then at the tone of Harry's voice. "So, you are going back." He shook his head slowly, then motioned to the door. "Well…by all means."
Harry just looked at him for a long while, his green eyes swirling with emotion, then he tossed his half smoked cigarette on the floor and stomped it out. He turned for the door.
In one last act of desperation, Draco grabbed him roughly by the elbow and spun him back into his arms. He gripped the smaller man's hair in his fist and crushed their mouths together in a brutal kiss. He pushed Harry up against the bar and nibbled at his lower lip, before sliding his tongue into his mouth, trying to force every ounce of passion he could muster onto the other man. He smirked into the kiss when he heard Harry moan and felt him clutching at his naked shoulders. Draco suddenly pulled away and gave Harry a push. "If you walk out that door…don't even think of coming back here again. You will no longer be welcome."
Harry struggled to get his breath back, but nodded once. He opened his mouth to say something, but he blushed and changed his mind. He tried to smile at Draco, then turned and hurried out the door.
Draco stood in the middle of the empty club and stared at the door Harry had just vanished through. "God damn it," he whispered as he ran his hands over his face. He kicked the stool next to him, sending it flying across the tiled floor, then he headed back upstairs to get dressed.
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TBC…
Author's Note: Please let me know what you think. Thanks again for reading!