Benefits
Chapter Three
Draco didn't sleep well that night and was up at around five in the morning, cursing his stupid boss and the stupid ministry and stupid Voldemort and his stupid parents- and basically anything else he considered stupid in his life.
Blaise was currently sleeping on the couch. Draco had told the other man to go home, but Draco thought that Blaise thought that he needed a friend at the moment; and although hadn't really leaned on his friends during their school years, he definitely needed them now.
Blaise had written a letter to Pansy, his wife, explaining the situation and why he wouldn't be home for the night. Pansy had been understanding and wished Draco luck, and a good nights' sleep; which he hadn't. Not even close.
He walked out into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and hoping to make himself a cup of coffee without waking up Blaise. But Blaise was already awake, re-reading one of the numerous newspapers around Draco's apartment.
"Do you keep every newspaper that you have a prominent article in?" Blaise asked, sounding genuinely curious instead of mocking.
"Yes," Draco said, "re-reading them helps me improve on future articles."
Blaise nodded, seeming to think Draco's explanation made sense.
"So what are you doing today?" Blaise asked.
Draco shrugged, "maybe claim that my imaginary fiancé and I got massively drunk last night so I have a massive hangover and can't come into work."
Blaise rolled his eyes, "already abusing your non-existent fiancé; nice," Blaise sat up, "maybe you should get drunk tonight, you honestly look like you need a drink."
Draco shrugged, "maybe...where would we go though?"
Blaise smirked, "how about a gay bar? Find this imaginary fiancé of yours and give him a face and a body."
Draco rolled his eyes, "I would say that's a brilliant idea if everyone didn't hate me."
(***)
There was a heavy, rapid knocking on Harry's front door. He rolled his eyes and went to open the door, knowing it would either be Hermione or Ron.
He was right. When he opened the door, Hermione was standing there, wearing a small black dress. She had heels higher than he'd ever seen her wear and red lipstick that showed just how pale her skin was.
"Hermione, what are you-."
"We're going out," Hermione said, effectively cutting him off, "you need to get out of your house, in other ways than just meeting Ron and I up for lunch, and I have an idea."
Harry groaned.
Hermione pushed forward into the foyer and grabbed Harry's shirt from collar and began dragging Harry to his room. When they got there, despite Harry's many complaints, Hermione grabbed at his shirt and pulled it off. Harry's instant reaction was to cross his arms over his chest defensively.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he exclaimed, his voice going up an octave or two.
"Helping you get dressed," Hermione said, pulling a green button down off of the pole at the bottom rail of Harry's wardrobe, when Hermione turned around, ready to practically tackle Harry in an attempt to get the button down on, she rolled her eyes, "yes Harry, cover your chest up," she said, "I might see your boobs."
Harry muttered, "Well; technically-."
"Don't sass me Potter," Hermione said, holding the button up, open in front of him, "I'm a woman on a mission!"
"You sound so cliché," Harry said. He flinched when Hermione sent him a rather frosty looking glare, "alright, alright," he muttered, "no sass."
Hermione grinned triumphantly as Harry extended his arms, giving Hermione an easier time putting the button on, on him.
"I can button it!" he said as Hermione buttoned up the shirt for him.
Hermione shook her head.
"Hell no," she said, "the last time you wore a button up, the last two buttons were done wrong and it took me pointing it out for you to realise it."
Harry sighed.
"At least I can give you credit for one thing," Hermione said, turning back around and going through Harry's drawers, looking for a nice pair of trousers.
"What's that?" Harry asked, sounding bored.
"You're not a stereotypical gay guy," she said, looking back at him with a wicked smile.
Harry rolled his eyes, "just chuck me a pair of trousers, I can get those on without fucking it up."
"Not too badly anyway," she said cheekily, "I'll wait outside," she said, handing him a pair of black trousers and leaving the room, closing the door softly behind her. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled off his jeans, before looking at the trousers and sighing. He'd forgotten he'd had these. He put them on anyway and looked at himself in the mirror. For someone who looked like he hated life, in every sense of the word; he looked alright.
"You can come back in," Harry called out. Hermione walked in immediately and looked Harry up and down.
"You look alive now," she said, not even sounding slightly sarcastic.
"Thanks," he muttered darkly.
"Now," she said, sounding a little bit more enthusiastic, "let's go!"
(***)
Draco sighed, sitting at the bar with Blaise. He had never been fond of pubs, or bars. Not even gay bars. The loud music made him hate life and the drunken people hanging off him made him want to kill someone. He never really got outrageously drunk in public- not even a little tipsy. He always got drunk, at home. With people he trusted, like Pansy and Blaise.
Blaise was sitting next to him, looking at everyone dancing and smiling at some guy who was weirdly dancing, making some obscene dance moves, "at least he's having fun!" he shouted over the loud music, even so; Draco could only just make out what he was saying, "unlike someone else I know!" Blaise said, pointedly looking at Draco's moody face as he stirred the straw in his drink around like a spoon.
"Come on Draco!" Blaise said, slapping Draco's hand away from the drink. The blonde sent him a nasty glare, but Blaise didn't even flinch. He knew Draco's glares meant nothing, "You need to have some fun. You don't get to live forever! Besides, none of these guys are going to fake being your fiancé if they realise how fucking grumpy you are."
"I'm paying them," Draco said, "They'll do it for the money."
"They're not fiancé whores," Blaise said, snickering slightly.
"Well, they will be."
Draco looked towards the dancing crowd, still with a relatively moody expression on his face. But he toned it down a little, if not to look a little more approachable than to relieve some of his face muscles which ached slightly when they were relieved from their duty of making Draco looking like an angry shit.
His gaze stopped upon a girl with sleek brown hair attempting to get her dark haired friend to dance with her, but he was trying to politely refuse her, shaking his head. The man looked back towards his place at the bar, and Draco froze.
"Blaise," Draco said, slapping Blaise's arm rapidly, "look over there!" he said, pointing in the direction of the brunette and her dark haired friend with his other hand.
Blaise looked in the direction Draco was pointing, and groaned, "That's a little too convenient."
"Shut up!" Draco snapped, still trying to make him heard over the music, "I wonder where the Weasel is?"
"Why's that?!" Blaise asked, watching as the dorky dancer from before got shoved onto the ground. The guy didn't respond; he just started doing to worm amongst people, almost getting trod on in the process. Blaise wondered what drugs this guy was on.
"He was always the difficult one!" Draco answered, "I don't want him to get in my way!"
Blaise made a sound between an exasperated sigh and a heavy groan of disappointment, "you're not!"
Draco smirked.
(***)
Draco began walking through the crowd, his drink was with Blaise, who he just knew was rolling his eyes behind his back and suffering from some form of 'second hand embarrassment,' which was slightly insulting to Draco, but he ignored it.
He walked past a guy who was wearing a pair of glasses with eyes hanging off of the rims; Draco was tempted to rip them off, generally out of the fact that they looked stupid; but he was too focused on Potter, who was awkwardly standing there while Granger was attempting to get him to dance. He could just hear Granger complaining about Potter's general disinterest and for being a killjoy.
Draco would have laughed, or he probably did; the music was too loud to hear even your own laughter. You could barely even hear yourself think.
It took him a while to reach Hermione and Harry, but when he did Hermione had already left; even better.
Harry turned around and he could see the man's eyes go wide. Draco tried not to smirk, but it was difficult, so he gave him a bashful smile while some bleach blonde girl with a big bust tried to grind against him. He stepped to the side, slightly disgusted, but he didn't let it show.
"Whoa; M-Malfoy," Harry sounded astonished and looked confused, but not angry, that was the main thing. Draco could tell that Harry was already a little intoxicated; but it looked like getting Harry drunk wasn't how you got the man to dance, Draco snickered.
"Potter," Draco shouted over the music, trying to sound casual about the situation, "or should I say Harry; aren't we a little over our petty school feud?!"
Harry simply nodded and gave him a small smile; he was definitely intoxicated.
"Alright Draco!" he shouted back; he had a drink in his hand, he couldn't make out the colour but it looked red and bubble. Probably a vodka drink.
"So," he looked around a motioned around the room, "the famous Harry Potter at a gay club?!"
Harry held a finger to his lips; Draco noticed he was swaying to the music slightly, like he was attempting to get some sort of dance movement going on, but he was still too awkward about the whole situation; despite how much liquor he had consumed.
"I don't want to be the famous Harry Potter here," he said lightly; Draco could barely hear him over the loud beat of a more upbeat song. It seemed as the songs changed, they got more and more upbeat, hips began grinding on hips and people began fondling each other on the dance floor. The bleach blonde with the large breasts was back over with her obviously gay friend, seeming to thrust into the side of his hip while a friend of theirs took a photo of it. Draco tried not to hurl.
"So what do you want to be?!" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged, "nothing!"
Hermione came back at that moment, holding a drink similar to Harry's, except clear, "hey Harry who's-," Hermione paused, looking at Draco with wide eyes, "Malfoy?!"
Draco nodded, trying to give her a small smile, but finding it difficult; Ron would have given him the most amount of trouble, the bloody red head didn't know how to shut his mouth. But Hermione might give him a worse time; she had had the biggest balls out of the trio; loathe as he was to admit it.
"So...what are you doing here?!" Hermione asked, doing her own little awkward sway next to Harry who was now looking embarrassedly at his feet.
"What does it look like?!" Draco asked, "I'm either here to dance, to have a drink, or to hook up!" he smirked, "leave it up to your imagination Granger."
Hermione's face flushed his red and he was almost tempted to make a cutting remark about how Harry was probably here for the same thing. But he decided to leave it; he didn't really want to cause any trouble, it would just make what he wanted to do all the much harder.
(***)
Draco had retreated to the bar and was watching as Harry became slowly more comfortable in his surroundings; to the point where he was dancing with a giggling Hermione. She was shouting something at him and Harry was shaking his head, Draco couldn't hear a thing either of them was saying.
Hermione disappeared again shortly after and Harry walked over towards the far wall, staying well out of everyone's way; like he couldn't have fun if he didn't have a friend with him at all times. Hermione was at the bar, chatting with the only straight guy in the whole place; the barman. Why he was working at a gay club, Draco had no idea. Draco could see the bartender look Hermione up and down, but she didn't seem to notice; despite the fact that he was now giving her free drinks. All a part of her alcoholic charm, Draco assumed.
He made his way over to Harry.
Harry almost looked relived when he finally noticed Draco making a beeline towards him through the crowd; like he'd been saved. Draco just smirked and continued walking towards him, this time his drink was with him.
"Why aren't you dancing Harry?" he asked, trying to sound kind, "it's a good song...if you're into this sort of thing," which Draco wasn't.
Harry gave him a coy look, "wanna dance then?"
(***)
Blaise had been sitting at the bar, chatting with the bartender every so often when he wasn't serving someone at the bar. Other than that, he just watched everyone else. He had never been into the whole club scene; he honestly felt as if the whole act of dancing in a place with loud obscene music with flashing lights was beneath him. But it got Draco out of his apartment, and made him stop worrying for a few moments, which was enough of an excuse for Blaise to go out to a place like this.
When he turned back to look through the crowd, he could see neither Draco nor Harry until he reached towards the back of the room towards the far wall. He rolled his eyes at what he saw. Grinding; hips thrusting into each other, he turned back towards the bartender and asked for another drink.
(***)
His lips were on Harry's skin, kissing the place between the beginning of his neck and his shoulder softly as his hips thrust into Harry's; to other's it would like they were dancing closely. But to Draco, this was so much more; the possibility of taking this so much further was becoming more and more prominent. In fact, he could feel the possibility against his erection.
"I think we should take this somewhere else," he spoke into Harry's ear. He looked back and drank in the look of Harry's flushed cheeks, his lust filled eyes which were almost completely black. Harry nodded grabbed Draco's hand.
Draco led the way outside of the club and said to Blaise, "If Granger starts looking panicked tell him Harry went off with me."
Blaise looked at Draco bemused, "I think that'll worry her more," he said.
"That's her problem."
With that Draco walked out of the door and into the night. He could hear the heavy bass of the music going through the speakers still and into the night every time the door opened. His ears were ringing after spending so long in a loud place, and he was sure he could still see some of the colours of the lights flashing behind his eyelids.
"Yours or-?" Harry asked, panting slightly.
"Mine," Draco said with smirk.
(***)
As soon as they were at Draco's apartment, Draco took off Harry's shirt and threw it onto the floor, capturing the dark haired man's lips with his own; his fingers lightly grabbing a hold of his naked hips. The skin was soft; almost silk like.
"Bed," Harry panted out wantonly, "now."
That was all the convincing Draco needed. He began pushing Harry backwards, towards the closed door of his bedroom. He didn't want to stop kissing and touching Harry's naked chest lightly; almost caressing it; in case the man decided to change his mind, but Harry seemed too far gone. He was enjoying this way too much to turn his back on it.
He opened the door and pushed Harry into the room, hastily unbuttoning the man's trousers, almost with care. He pushed Harry down onto the bed, admiring the dramatic colour differences between his pale white sheets and Harry's tan, almost naked body. He pulled off the man's trousers and his briefs, admiring Harry's fully erect cock as Harry kicked off his shoes.
Draco took his shirt off, and lowered his body on top of Harry's none too gracefully, Harry laughed aloud until Draco kissed him, biting and pulling softly at his bottom lip and rubbing a nipple between a thumb and a finger; he let out a deep moan as he felt Draco's pants disappear and Draco's cock rest heavily against his.
Draco reached for the lube in his bedside table drawer and put some of the slippery solution onto his fingers, before circling his finger around Harry's hole; he pushed through the ring of muscle smoothly, watching as Harry arched his back off of the bed in pleasure. It was an erotic sight, as he continued to finger the green eyed boy, adding another finger in every so often.
Eventually, Draco grabbed the lube again and rubbed the solution on his cock before lining it up with Harry's entrance and pushing in. Harry was in pure bliss, ecstasy shown everywhere on his features as he fisted his hands in the sheets and his back arched up again. Draco pulled out slowly and just as slowly pushed back in, Harry showing no indication of wanting to stop.
Draco began building up a steady pace, Harry was moaning beneath him and asking for him to go harder and faster, to which Draco complied easily. They were both panting heavily; Draco could feel a bead of sweat slowly running down the bridge of his nose.
Harry grabbed roughly at his back, nails digging in and causing Draco to moan and thrust harder into the shorter man; he could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm came closer and closer. He grabbed at Harry's cock and began pumping it. Harry let out a low moan and came all over Draco's hand and his stomach; Draco marvelled and the beautiful sight below him and came inside of Harry, riding out his orgasm before almost collapsing on top of Harry in exhaustion.
"Fucking hell," he heard Harry whisper, trying to catch his breath, "that was...that was..."
Draco shushed him and kissed him softly on the lips before attempting a half assed cleaning spell. It did the trick; but Draco and Harry were still coating in a thin film of sweat. Draco slapped Harry's thigh and told him to get into bed. Harry nodded and crawled into one side of the bed and Draco the other.
Draco gave no thought to what the night would possibly bring as he turned off the light he had purposely left on before going out; in case he had met someone and it had led to this.