Summary: Draco is a Healer, Harry is an Auror. When an accident sends Harry to St Mungo's and into Draco's care they begin to wonder if things can ever go back to the way they were. HarryxDraco slash.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings:Graphic sex in this chapter. Don't like it? Don't read it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings that you recognise; they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I am not making any money from this story.

A/N: As always, thank you so much for all of the lovely reviews! Here we are at chapter seven, my lovlies, and I hope that you like it... x

Chapter Seven: Second Fiddle

Draco paced back and forth in front of the phone, trying to work up the nerve to pick up the handset and call Harry. After he had run away that morning, Draco hurriedly made his excuses to Pete and Disapparated behind the toilet block, appearing at the side of his own building. He had barricaded himself in his flat and refused to come out, ignoring the many texts that Pete had been sending him throughout the day. As if sensing his cue, Draco's mobile chirped and his boyfriend's name flashed across the screen.

U nt spkn 2 me thn? xx, Pete asked in his ridiculous text-speak.

The blonde gave a grunt of frustration and threw his phone across the room, where it landed with a muffled thud on the couch. Of course he wasn't speaking to him! He was irrationally angry at Pete and choosing to blame everything on him. Why the hell had he even told Harry that they were together anyway? They hadn't discussed taking their relationship public yet, he should have sensed that Draco didn't want his friends to know. In the back of his mind he knew that he was being childish – obviously Pete had no idea that his boyfriend was harbouring a secret longing for the Gryffindor – but he needed someone to blame to channel his anger onto and make himself feel better.

He was also furious with himself. How could he have been so stupid as to consider getting serious with Pete when he was so hung up on Harry? He had let his heart overrule his head and now he had gotten himself into a huge amount of trouble by exposing the Wizarding world to a Muggle after only a couple of weeks together. Weeks, not even months! He felt like a complete dickhead and he wished that he could take it all back. If he had never shown Pete that he was a wizard, then he wouldn't have Apparated him to the place that he did and they would never have run into Harry.

Harry. Draco took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Punching in the telephone number, he raised the handset to his ear with a shaky hand.

"Hello?" came a muffled voice.

"Harry?" Draco asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"What do you want?" his voice sounded odd, as though he had been crying.

"I just wanted to talk to you about… about earlier."

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry said flatly.

"Well, I think we need to talk about it," Draco said quietly.

"It doesn't matter, just leave it. We can just forget it ever happened."

"Are you sure?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"Positive. I'll see you later, yeah?" Harry forced himself to sound cheery.

"Um… okay. I'll -" Draco was cut off by Harry hanging up the phone abruptly. Feeling tears well in his eyes, Draco set the phone down and shuffled through to his bedroom, turning out the lights as he went.

-x-

Against his better judgement, Harry found himself outside Draco's flat, staring at the buzzer marked Malfoy. He had been standing on the bottom step for almost twenty minutes now and he was no closer to pressing the button. He had gone to bed after their telephone exchange but he had tossed and turned so much that it was hardly worth it. He had given a strangled yell into his pillow after another hour had passed and jumped up, slipping into his jeans. He checked his watch – 3.10am. Truth be told, he was terrified to ring the doorbell because the prospect of coming face to face with Draco made him feel sick to his stomach. He had missed his friend terribly over the past few weeks, but the persistent ache in his chest was not a feeling that he generally associated with being away from his friends. He loved Ron and Hermione like family but he had never felt like this towards them. Lately, he had been trying to convince himself that he was just confused because of the prospect of his marriage ending. He told himself that he just needed someone friendly to take his mind off things at home, and he had imagined all these feelings for his new friend as an outlet for his jumbled emotions. He had contented himself with the fact that he was married and that Draco was straight so there was really no harm in it. The quiet longing that filled every waking moment, and the unspeakable images which haunted his dreams, were no longer harmless fantasies. No, now they were far more dangerous. Harry was reluctant to see the Slytherin because he was terrified that he would be tempted to act on them. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the buzzer and waited for a response.

"Hello?" came a groggy voice a few moments later.

"Erm... hi. It's me. Harry," he added, though he had a feeling Draco would know exactly who "me" was.

"Oh... hi. Just come up."

The lock clicked and he found himself pushing open the front door and taking Draco's stairs two at a time. Pushing open the door baring the shiny lettering 8E, he found himself looking up into the pewter-grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, the subject of all his recent, late-night fantasies. Malfoy looked amazing, even in a pair of grey cotton tracksuit bottoms and a tight-fitting black t-shirt. His hair was sticking up at the back and he was squinting slightly against the bright light of the hall. Harry felt his cheeks grow hot and he took a step back, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco tilted his head, a look of concern gracing his pointed features.

"Nothing," Harry replied, feeling his mouth grow dry. "Sorry to wake you."

"No, don't worry about it," Draco said softly, rubbing his eye sleepily. "It's nice to see you; I've missed you."

"Really?" Harry felt like an idiot but he didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah, really! I think about you all the time," he added, lowering his voice slightly and looking down at his feet.

Before he had time to consider the consequences of his actions, Harry had lunged forward to close the gap between them. He grabbed the blonde's arms and pulled him into a searing kiss, pushing him back against the wall. Draco froze for a second before returning the kiss in earnest, his fingers digging into Harry's hips, and both men's hands scrabbled for purchase of the other's skin, their tongues fighting for dominance. Harry's heart was beating frantically against his ribcage and all coherent thought left him as Draco slid a cool hand up his shirt, tracing indiscernible patterns on his back. His breathing was ragged and he broke the kiss in an attempt to regain his composure.

"Wow, Harry... are... are you..."

"Do you want me?" Harry asked, more boldly than he actually felt. Draco blanched.

"I've wanted you for months," he whispered.

This satisfied Harry and he pushed his lips against the blonde's once more. Draco took the hint and grabbed the waistband of the Gryffindor's jeans, pulling him towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss. He finally crossed the threshold and felt the back of his knees connect with the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit down. Feeling emboldened by Harry's actions, he lay down, pulling the brunette on top of him by the front of his t-shirt. He was met with no complaints. In fact, Harry placed a knee on either side of the taller man's hips and tugged the offending garment over his head, revealing his lithe, tanned torso. Leaning over again, he flicked his tongue across Draco's bottom lip, eliciting a moan from the other man and sending a shiver down his spine. He had never been as turned on as he was right now and he was desperate to go further with the beautiful Slytherin. Reaching between them, he slipped his index finger beneath the waistband of Draco's cottons and began to slide them down his hips, revelling in the feeling of sharp hipbones jutting out from under the skin. Ginny was slim and athletic but her hips were soft and rounded, not narrow and pointed like Draco's. Sliding a hand up the other man's torso, he felt an expanse of flat, firm chest, as opposed to the soft mounds that he was used to. He grinned against Malfoy's mouth. There was something so much more exciting about the male form. He loved its firm lines and sharp angles, so different from his wife's feminine curves and soft skin. Whenever he kissed Ginny, his sense of smell was attacked by an overpowering floral scent; Draco smelled of vanilla.

"What is it?" Draco asked, trying to suppress laugh.

"Nothing, it's just... different, I suppose," Harry grinned.

"Would you like me to take charge for a bit, to give you time to get used to it?" the older man sat up slowly and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Gently lowering him onto the bed, he settled himself between the other's legs and lay down, careful not to crush him. He placed his lips on his neck, slowly trailing soft, wet kisses down to his collarbone, while slipping a hand between them and unbuttoning Harry's jeans. Kneeling up, he slid them down his hips and pulled them off completely, tossing them onto the floor. Harry sat up as well, tugging at Draco's t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He gasped as he caught sight of the huge silvery scar that ran diagonally across his pale chest, tracing a fingertip across it. "Is that where I...?"

"Yeah, that time in the bathroom," Draco replied, not meeting Harry's emerald gaze.

In an instant, the Gryffindor was on his knees, at eye level with him. "I'm so sorry," he said, planting kisses over every inch of the blonde that he could reach. "I had no idea what that spell would do. I'm so sorry."

He sighed as Harry began to lavish attention on his stomach, running his tongue along the trail of dusky blond hair protruding from his tracksuit bottoms. Curiously, Harry pressed his palm against the bulge in the Draco's trousers, causing him to buck his hips, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips. More firmly this time, he did it again, moving his hand in a circular motion, thoroughly enjoying watching his usually-composed friend come undone. Pressing harder, he gently nipped at Draco's stomach with his teeth.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," he was breathless and his grey eyes were filled with lust. He was rutting unashamedly against Harry's palm and painfully aroused.

Harry began sliding his boxers down slowly, relishing the look on Draco's face as he exposed more and more flesh. Draco scrambled out of his remaining clothes and practically threw himself on top of the younger man, summoning a tube of lubricant with his wand. Flipping open the lid, he coated his fingers and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"This is going to feel strange, okay?" he warned. "Just tell me to stop and I will."

Harry nodded his assent and Draco began slowly circling his entrance. Pushing forward, he heard Harry hiss at the intrusion but otherwise showed no sign of wanting him to stop. He gently pressed another finger in and another. After a few moments, Harry was no longer wincing, but rather moaning and thrusting back onto Draco's hand, signalling to the blonde that he was ready. Using more of the oily liquid to prepare himself, he positioned his body above Harry and began to press into him slowly. He stopped as he felt the man tense below him, slowly resuming the task as he felt the muscles relax enough to allow entry. Finally, he was fully sheathed and felt as though he would explode if Harry so much as wiggled his hips. Taking a few calming breaths, he began to pull out slowly and push back in, noticing that Harry moaned louder each time he did so. Steadily increasing the rhythm, he reached between them and wrapped a hand around Harry's cock, who whimpered and raised his hips to meet each thrust. Kissing him frantically, Draco's heart pounded as the brunette moaned loudly into his mouth, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. One, two, three strokes later and Harry gave a prolonged moan and came over Draco's hand, coating both their stomachs with thick, pearly liquid. Draco gave a hoarse yell before as his own release took hold and bright lights burst behind his eyelids. Panting, he rolled off of the Gryffindor to avoid crushing him under his weight.

"That was..." Harry said, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes

"Amazing?" Draco offered, laughing. He kissed him briefly.

"Amazing," he agreed, grinning. "I think I can safely say that I prefer men."

Draco chuckled. "I think that's a safe assumption," he reached for his wand and cast a Cleaning Charm, before pulling Harry into his arms. The younger man pressed his face into the crook of his neck and sighed contently. "Can you stay the night?"

"Yeah, Ginny is away until Monday," came the muffled reply and Draco suddenly felt a wave of nausea pass over him. He had forgotten about Ginny. He had forgotten about Pete. In the heat of the moment, with Harry's lips against his, Draco had forgotten that anyone else in the world existed and he had allowed his hormones to take over. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! Draco had been in love with Harry for months, secretly, and in his fantasies there were gushing proclamations of eternal love and perfect, gentle love-making. Not a late-night, hormone-fuelled booty call where they cheated on their respective partners and then went about their daily lives. What happens next? Would Harry be willing to leave Ginny or would one night be all Draco ever got? He loved the proud, loyal Gryffindor, but it was those exact traits that gave him a sinking feeling that he would always play second fiddle.

-x-

A/N:So, good? Bad? Let me know! It was my first proper sex scene so be nice! x