Hello, lovely reviewers ^^

Okay, couple things for this chapter. There are some teeny, tiny hints of sexual activity that could be construed as dub-con if you do this... *tilts head and squints*

If that makes you has an angry, do not read the last part.

Secondly, yes I know The King's Speech is a way too old a movie to use, but I kinda like it and to me at least, Draco would too. So, yeah *shrugs*

It's also a longish chappie, so yay for that. Now sally forth and review for me! If you like, that is *bats lashes*

"Malcolm, Bludger at three o'clock! Take a dive!"

"Thanks, Potter!"

Harry grinned as his teammate executed a perfectly smooth dive, avoiding the Bludger by a hair. These new brooms were fantastic. Heidi swooped alongside him, laughing with the pure joy of possessing a Firebolt 3000 that wasn't trying to throw her off. "Now that's quality," she grinned, spinning around him giddily. Harry laughed. The team was in high spirits. Practice was a different story now, thanks to their new equipment. He just hoped they could get to some actual practice in before the season started again.

He spotted a tell-tale glint at the far side of the pitch and took off at once. The Snitch hummed and hovered just out of reach and then as if spotting him, took off at the speed of light. Harry gave chase at once, stretching his hand out as he pursued his elusive quarry at break neck speed. The Snitch took a sharp right and he nearly swerved, but the broom held good and he snapped into action again. The Snitch fluttered indecisively for a second and that's all he needed. Harry whooped triumphantly as his fingers closed around the little golden ball.

"Time!" Oliver yelled from the goal posts. "Thirty four minutes! Not bad, people!"

Harry swooped to the ground and landed smoothly, his fist still clenched around the fluttering Snitch. "Got you, beautiful," he grinned. A sudden flash of silver eyes and soft, full lips assaulted his memory, catching him off guard. Harry blinked in surprise. Malfoy again… the git seemed to have permanently slithered his way into Harry's every waking moment.

It had been a few days since his last 'date' with the blond. Ever since, visions of Malfoy had haunted him. His lithe, slender body, the way he felt pressed up against Harry, how he had looked when he had thought Harry was about to kiss him… the Seeker grinned. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to rile Malfoy up. It was just as much fun as he remembered.

Too much fun, perhaps.

Harry let go of the Snitch, watching it buzz away. Malfoy was beautiful - the ultimate prize. But that didn't mean that he could lose focus. This was a deal and he had every intention of upholding his side of the bargain. But falling for the prat wasn't part of it, and Harry wasn't sure he wanted to.

A familiar flash of scarlet caught his attention suddenly and Harry grinned as he jogged down the pitch over to the stands. "Hey, pretty girl," he greeted, kissing the witch on the cheek.

"Excuse me?" Ginny retorted, flicking her ever present cigarette. "Do I know you, stranger?"

"Very funny," Harry snorted, sitting next to her. "I told you I was going to be busy for a while."

"You may have mentioned," she replied, releasing a gentle spire of smoke in his general direction. "Call me crazy but as official best friend and honorary fag hag, I expect a little more notice than 'Won't be around for a while. Stay golden. PS: New bartender at the Leaky - he's hot.'"

"Fag hag?" Harry repeated dryly.

"You deserved it. Now, care to tell me where you've been?"

"Around," Harry replied vaguely. "Practice and… other stuff."

Ginny grinned knowingly. "Does 'other stuff' have a name?"

"Damn, you're good."

"I knew it!" Ginny crowed. "So who is he? Anyone I know?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "You're not shacking up with Justin again, are you?"

"No!" Harry blurted at once. Honestly, even he shuddered slightly at the thought…

"Good," Ginny sniffed. "Anyone's better than that mess."

"I'm glad you think so," Harry smirked. "Just remember that sentiment when you meet my boyfriend, okay?"

"Boyfriend?" Ginny squeaked in surprise. "You work fast."

"It just… sort of happened," Harry shrugged, rubbing his neck awkwardly. He had never been good at lying to her. Apparently Ginny thought so too. The redhead's eyes narrowed again, taking on a calculative look. "What aren't you telling me?" she demanded.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yeah," Ginny snorted. "Pull the other one, Harry. Look, I'm not going to go all Hermione on you and tell you how to live your life. But just do a girl a favour and promise me not to do anything stupid, okay?"

"Yes, mum."

"Prat," she giggled, slapping him playfully on the head. "Up for a quick one at the Leaky? I have a sudden craving for bartender on the rocks."

Harry thought about it for a moment, and then shook his head. "Can't," he offered regretfully. "I have to be somewhere tonight."

Ginny smirked. "Other stuff?"

Harry chuckled and nodded, standing up to see her out. "Soon, Harry," she reminded him as they walked over to the nearest Apparition point.

"I promise."

Ginny nodded. "Nice broom, by the way." And with one sharp crack, she was gone.

Harry stared at the spot she'd been standing in for a while. He hadn't really planned to see anyone tonight, but all of a sudden the thought of Malfoy's company was appealing. Damn, there really was no escaping the git, was there?

Shaking his head, Harry Apparated to his flat.

He only hoped that Malfoy was having as hard a time of this as he was.

Draco was pouting when the owl arrived.

As it turned out, Potter had the capacity to annoy him even when he was nowhere in sight. It had been four days since that disaster of a… whatever it was - Draco refused to term it as adate - and Potter hadn't tried to contact him since. Not that Draco wanted him to. It would just be nice to know that the bastard hadn't snogged him and then fallen off the face of the earth.

It was hard to explain why he was so angry. Every time, he tried to rant about the whole Potter taking him to Paris and kissing him and then not kissing him fiasco, Andromeda merely gushed about how romantic it all sounded and Father looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. Blaise in true form, proved to be as useless as ever and would either laugh or tell him to just owl Potter already.

Draco had no intention of doing anything of the sort. No thank you. If Potter had decided that he wasn't worth the bother anymore that was fine with him! He was certainly not pouting over the fact! No way. As far as Draco was concerned, Potter could just go to…

The owl landed gracefully at his desk and hooted loudly, startling him. Draco abandoned his book and hurried over, relieving the bird of the parcel. A note was attached to it and he read it quickly (not eagerly).

Hey lovely,

I saw these and thought about you. Figured you could use some help expanding your horizons. Wear them for me tonight? I'll pick you up at 8.

H

PS: Don't make me abduct you again. Much as I love indulging your naughty little fantasies, I'm pretty sure it'll freak your father out.

Draco gnashed his teeth and picked up the parcel, fully intending to Incendio it. Another note slipped out of it and he snatched it up.

PPS: Don't even think about. I'll glue them on you if I have to.

Bastard.

He would, too.

Draco fed the owl a treat and watched it fly away before turning his attention to the parcel. He tore at the paper, unwrapping it efficiently and taking out the simple set of clothes. Thank Merlin. He'd half expected Potter to send lingerie… the thought made his cheeks flush and he dismissed it hurriedly, turning his attention to the present.

He recognized the denim trousers. Theo used to hide his stash of muggle magazines under his bed. Draco had spent many a night gleefully roving through pictures of male models dressed in jeans and not much else. Apparently, Potter wanted to see him like that. The thought made him smirk.

The shirt was a bit more of a revelation. A simple button down made of black silk with a silver dragon embroidered on the back. It would fit like a glove. Not to mention the colour would set off his pale skin perfectly… it was beautiful. No wonder Potter wanted him to wear it.

Draco chuckled and flicked it away carelessly. So Potter wanted to play, did he? Well, the prat may have one over him but there was no way he was going to tell Draco how to dress. Humming to himself, the blond rummaged through his closet. He selected a simple charcoal grey shirt that brought out his eyes. This would do. Potter could just wait for him to wear the black one, if he ever decided to. He eyed the jeans speculatively. He supposed he could wear them. They would certainly look fantastic on him. No harm in throwing Potter a bone, right?

Draco chuckled and sauntered off to the bathroom to preen.

This time, he was ready for Potter.

Harry flooed into Malfoy Manor at five past eight, immediately finding himself in the company of Lucius Malfoy and his graceful companion. He smiled as he recognized the regal witch at once - Andromeda Tonks nee Black. Apparently, she lived here now. Suddenly, he was thankful that he'd thought ahead and brought some flowers just in case.

"Mrs Tonks," he greeted her warmly. "It's been too long. And how are you, Lucius?"

Lucius nodded in greeting, leaving the pleasantries to Andromeda. "Mr Potter," she smiled, taking his hand. "It's wonderful to see you again. What a lovely arrangement."

"For you, of course," Harry grinned, presenting them to her with flourish. She laughed and accepted. "How charming. I confess it's been a while since I've received flowers."

"Shame, that" Harry smiled. He had always felt warmly towards Andromeda, despite her discomfiting resemblance to Bellatrix Lestrange. "I'll make it a point to send a dozen roses across every day."

"That won't be necessary, Potter," Lucius cut in stiffly. Harry raised an eyebrow as he noticed the tic in the older man's jaw. Lucius shifted subtly so that he was standing just a little closer to the witch, giving Harry what looked a lot like a warning glare.

Ah.

The younger man nodded and disengaged Andromeda gently, taking a measured step back to ensure a respectful distance. He suppressed a grin as Lucius visibly relaxed.

"I don't suppose Draco plans to come downstairs anytime soon?" he asked, changing the subject.

"He'll be here soon, I'm sure" Andromeda explained. "He's been expecting you, of course."

"More like dreading," Lucius muttered.

"Lucius!"

Harry grinned. "Things have been a little tense. But I'll make sure he has fun tonight."

"Not too much fun, Potter," Lucius drawled. "We wouldn't want you out of commission for the Canons, would we?"

Harry smirked, catching the subtle warning. "I promise to bring your son home unscathed, Lucius. Gryffindor's honour."

Lucius nodded stiffly. "Indeed. Which reminds me, Potter - how would you feel about a little one-on-one training with a former Falmouth Falcons seeker? A little extra practice for the Cup would certainly not go amiss."

"That would be brilliant. Thank you," Harry offered with a discreet smirk.

"A pleasure, Mr Potter," Lucius replied.

Andromeda watched the exchange, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What…" she began, just as a house elf scurried in to interrupt them.

"Young Master Malfoy is being here, Mr Potter," he announced, taking off again. Moments later, a pair of footsteps thudded across the plush carpeting and Harry turned around.

"Draco," Lucius greeted smoothly. "How nice of you to join us."

"Thank you, Father," Draco greeted stiffly. "Evening, Aunt Andromeda."

"Hello, Dragon," she smiled, giving him a light hug. Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably as he turned to Potter. The man was watching him intently. Green eyes roamed his thin frame in interest and Draco tugged consciously at the hem of his grey shirt. He raised his chin defiantly, silently daring Potter to comment on his choice of wardrobe. The taller man raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead he stepped forward and took Draco's hand with easy confidence. "You look amazing," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss to Draco's wrist. The blond flushed and disengaged quickly, trying to ignore the tingling of Potter's lips against his skin.

"Thank you," he all but mumbled. Andromeda smiled and Lucius rolled his eyes.

"I presume you'll be back at an appropriate time?" he drawled.

"I am not twelve, Father. I don't have a curfew," Draco gritted. That's all he needed, being coddled like a child in front of Potter. He tamped down his embarrassment and scowled at the man, who looked far too amused for his own good. But to his credit, Potter stepped up again and put a courteous arm around his waist. "I'll take care of him, Lucius. He's important to me too, you know."

Draco blinked in surprise but Lucius was already nodding and waving them off. The next thing he knew, Potter was steering him out the door and towards the gate.

"So Dragon," Potter grinned. "Ever been to Muggle London before?"

"Don't call me that," Draco snapped, more out of habit than anything.

"Special nickname?" Potter teased. He raised his arms in surrender as Draco continued to glower. "Okay, okay. Relax. I'd like at least a ten minute head start before you start screaming at me again."

Draco huffed but allowed himself to be shepherded over to the Manor's apparition point. It was only then that he realized what Potter had said. "We're going to Muggle London?" he asked uneasily.

"And what did you think I meant when I said we were going to broaden your horizons?" Potter asked with an amused smirk. "Why, you naughty little minx…"

"Nothing like that!" Draco protested, going scarlet again. "I just didn't expect… do we really have to go to Muggle London?" His sheltered upbringing hadn't exactly encouraged excursions to muggle areas, and the idea of being dead centre in their midst unnerved him.

Potter trailed a comforting hand through his hair, effectively mussing it up. "I'll be right next to you the whole time," he whispered in Draco's ear. "You're safe with me, okay?"

"Okay," Draco murmured, resolutely telling himself that the strange warm feeling in his chest was not comfort. Nevertheless, when Potter to herd him closer, Draco inhaled sharply and gripped the sleeve of his shirt tighter than necessary. Then they were Apparating, right in the heart of London.

The movie theatre thing was Draco's favourite. Potter had taken him all over London in a few hours and yes, the streets were thronging with muggles but as it turned out they were happy enough to leave him alone. A few had tried to sell him things - most of them shiny - but Potter had waved them off. Draco pouted for a while, mentally resolving to come back later. Not everything had been spectacular though. Fish and chips for example, were bland and tasteless - no matter what Potter said - and the traffic scared him. Potter stayed by his side dutifully, occasionally putting an arm around his shoulders for support. Draco didn't mind that as much as he should have.

Now they were watching something called a 'movie' on a huge screen. The room they were in was dark and there weren't many people. Potter explained that that was because this movie had been running for a while now so less people were likely to show up. Draco didn't understand that. If he had a choice, he'd come back every day just for the popcorn.

He watched the screen, enraptured. Who would have thought that a story about some Muggle king who stuttered could be so compelling? Potter had tried (unsuccessfully) to give him a little background on the history, but Draco hadn't bothered to listen. He understood royal politics and conspiracies just fine, thank you.

So there he was, munching on popcorn and staring at the screen when Potter shifted subtly next to him. He put his arm around Draco's shoulders and pulled him closer. The blond huffed petulantly but chose to ignore Potter. He was watching the movie, for Merlin's sake.

"Do you have any idea how cute you look right now?" Potter whispered in his ear. "All enchanted and wide eyed. Do you know what it makes me want to do to you?"

Draco inhaled sharply. "Stop it," he whispered, trying to shrug Potter off. "Someone will hear you."

The Gryffindor chuckled. "Adorable," he murmured, his lips brushing teasingly against Draco's ear.

"Potter, stop," he hissed, trying to twist away. There wasn't much room and he didn't dare get up for fear of causing a scene. Muggles were still unfamiliar territory to him.

"Why?" Potter pressed. "Feeling shy? Afraid someone will see us? Maybe hear me tell you about the dirty, depraved things I want to do to you right now?"

Draco's world spun at Potter's whispered words. His breathing hitched and he gripped the arms of his chair. "P-potter," he whispered, as the Gryffindor flicked a tongue out to taste his skin. Draco suppressed a squeak. Potter pressed his advantage ruthlessly. "Incarcerous," he whispered.

Draco gasped as ropes shot out of nowhere around his wrists, tethering him to the chair. In moments, he was completely tied down and… at Potter's mercy. Oh God.

That thought should not be making him hard!

"Now try to keep quiet, yeah?" Potter murmured, making quick work of his buttons. His hand traced Draco's bare chest lazily. "We don't want any of the nice muggles to hear us, do we?"

"Potter, don't!" Draco whimpered. Potter grinned and tweaked his nipple in response, making Draco squeak again.

"And why should I listen to you, hmm?" Potter asked, twisting the little bud with his thumb. His hand travelled down Draco's chest, resting at the hem of his jeans. He undid the zipper easily, palming Draco's raging cock through his boxers. Draco gasped and threw his head back as Potter thumbed his slit expertly. The Gryffindor kept talking, all the while continuing his ruthless ministrations. "You deliberately ignore everything I say. I specifically asked you to wear the black shirt for me, didn't I?" He grinned as Draco panted and squirmed. "Keep it down, love. I really don't want us to be interrupted."

"Potter, please…"

"Call me Harry and perhaps I'll think about indulging you."

Draco gnashed his teeth in frustration. How the hell did Potter get him into these situations? How had he managed seven years in Gryffindor - his tactics had Slytherin written all over them! Potter raked his nails down Draco's chest and the blond just about managed not to thrash about like a fish out of water. He was aching by now and he wasn't sure he could last. "Fine," he gasped. "Fine, Harry. Whatever you want, okay? Just… please…"

"Again," he ordered gruffly.

"Harry," Draco whimpered.

"Lovely," Potter murmured approvingly. "I think you'll be calling me Harry a lot more from now on, don't you Draco?" The blond mumbled resentfully and the Gryffindor pumped his cock harder.

"Yessss!" Draco hissed frantically, jerking against his bonds. "I'll call you Harry. I will, I swear!"

"That's better," Harry grinned, pumping him faster now. "And if I pick out something for you to wear, are you going to disobey me again?"

"No!" Draco whined. "I won't! I won't, Harry!"

"I know, gorgeous," Harry whispered. "Do you want to come now?"

Draco nodded frantically, eyes wide and lips unmoving. Harry bent down to kiss him and Draco groaned around his tongue. Harry indulged himself with a lazy snog as he pumped Draco faster and harder. The blond jerked and mewled as Harry nipped at his lips in warning. "Come for me, Dragon," he commanded softly. Draco jerked his hips and climaxed with a low moan that Harry immediately swallowed with his lips. He kept his mouth against Draco's as the blond panted and shuddered, riding out the last of his orgasm. Harry broke away as soon as he was sure that Draco was coherent again. The blond stared at him with wide eyes, completely in shock. Harry couldn't resist kissing him again.

"That," he smirked "was spectacular." He removed the Incarcerous and cast a quick cleaning charm on the mortified blond, pulling him close again. "I can't wait to do that to you every night."

Draco's fragile hold on his self-control snapped. Every fibre in his being flared with absolute rage and hatred for the smug bastard sitting next to him. He pushed Potter away, righted himself as quickly as he could and stood up abruptly. Potter got up as well, clearly intending to subdue him at once.

Draco couldn't handle it. He drew back and slapped the arsehole straight across the face. The sound echoed in the hall and the few people around them gasped and stared unabashedly. Draco didn't give a damn. With one last sneer at Potter, he stormed out of the building.

Yes, yes...Harry is a bastard. Bring on the angry :D

But please, do refrain from murdering me before I post Chapter 11 *cowers and hides in corner*

Reviews, plz? Kthxbai!