Chapter 8
Harry felt the magic suppressant roll over his body to prohibit certain spells as he crossed the threshold of El Dragón Dormido and felt the bass of muggle pop music thrumming through his veins. The smell of cigarette and booze permitted the air as the different flashing lights illuminated everyone that was on the main floor. Off to the right were a set of stairs that led up to some sort of balcony that must've been reserved for those who requested bottle service and to the left a bar was lit up with multicolored lights twinkling around various bottles.
Pansy shuffled the group forward as they weaved through the bodies of people scattered everywhere as she spearheaded her way to the bar. Harry strained to hear what she was saying and looked over the crowd, spotting an empty high table pushed along one side of the venue and pointing it out to Blaise who shuffled Ron and Hermione over to it. Pansy motioned for Harry to start grabbing drinks and Draco grabbed a tray of shots before they began moving towards the table as well.
“Come on, I want to dance,” Pansy declared, picking up a shot and plucking up one of the bubbly drinks in a plastic cup.
“What did you get, Pans?” Draco asked, picking up a cup as well before reaching for a shot.
“I got us six shots of tequila and then there's four vodka sodas and I got Potter and Blaise a whiskey and Coke,” Pansy said. Ron wrinkled his nose a bit, but took the drinks anyway and once everyone had one, Pansy raised her shot. “To Potter!” She cheered before tipping it back into her mouth. Their small group echoed the same sentiment before taking their shots, Harry coughing and taking a sip of his beverage.
“Next round, a bottle of beer will be fine, Pans,” Harry laughed as Pansy grabbed Hermione’s hand.
“Oh no, we're letting loose tonight,” Pansy said before tugging Hermione and Draco onto the dance floor with her. “Don't mind us! I just want to dance!” Pansy called as the mass of bodies swallowed them. Blaise snorted, leaning against the table and sipping his drink.
“Do I have to drink vodka?” Ron asked, having only taken small sips. Harry shot him a sympathetic glance before trading with Ron who appeared much happier with the whiskey and coke.
Lights shone over the crowd and Harry raised his chin a bit, trying to see if he could spot Draco. When he couldn't, he tossed a look at Blaise and took a large sip of the vodka soda in an attempt to empty it as soon as possible.
“Say, how much do you want a bet that Draco and Pansy are trying to get Hermione to dance with them?” Harry wondered, sucking the rest of his drink up through the straw and pulling his cigarettes out of his jean pocket and lighting it with a zippo lighter.
“If anything, Pansy is probably trying to get her to dance solely with Pansy,” Blaise mused and Ron rolled his eyes.
“It would at least be kinda hot,” Ron mumbled.
“That's my wife you're talking about!”
“You started it by talking about my wife!”
Harry took a drag of his cigarette, watching the two bicker back and forth with an amused smile. Harry sneakily reached over to the drink Hermione left on the table and stacked it in his own cup that had dregs of melted ice and sipped on the vodka soda. The lights were catching the glitter that was on his friends faces, the silver making Ron’s blue eyes standout. Harry sipped on the previously abandoned drink before he finished that one as well and took one long drag of his cigarette before snuffing the embers between his fingers, tucking the half finished fag back into the carton.
“Come on, let's go out there,” Harry said, coming around the table and throwing both arms around Blaise and Ron’s shoulders. “We did come here to dance after all and my social anxiety is calm at the moment,” he said, starting to push them to the mass of people. Blaise downed his drink quickly and set the empty cup on the table while Ron just carried his, the trio almost immediately getting sucked into the throng of people as Harry kept a firm grasp on Blaise who had a firm grasp on Ron.
“Oi! There's so many people!” Ron shouted as they found an open space.
“It's a bloody club on a Saturday, Ron! Of course it's bloody busy!” Harry shouted back and began to do a little sidestep looking shuffle arms loose at his sides as he moved his hips a bit.
“Harry, do you even know how to dance ?” Blaise asked who was dancing with his head tilted back slightly and moving his hips a lot more than Harry was in his opinion.
“I can do a little side step if I want to!” Harry shot back, Ron getting in the rhythm of swaying his body to the beat.
“Even Weasley is looking hotter than you, come here,” Blaise said, pulling Harry over and moving behind him. Blaise put two hands on Harry’s hips with a firm grasp and tucked his chin on Harry’s shoulders while swaying them both. “You want to dance like this. Move your hips with mine,” he said, thumb resting above Harry’s belt buckle, but not pressing his body against Harry’s. He was still close enough to feel Blaise’s body heat and Harry rolled his eyes a bit.
“As long as you understand I'm not pressing back against you,” Harry said, tilting his head back slightly. Ron suddenly was in front of Harry, securing his hands on Blaise’s forearms as he swayed with them as well, Harry suddenly in the middle between his two friends.
“What? I felt left out,” Ron pouted a bit before Blaise continued.
“One, if you did press back I wouldn't mind but I'd have to have you fired, and two look at us. We're dancing together and you're like a baby swaying between us!” Blaise said, giving Ron a playful wink over Harry’s shoulder. Ron flushed red as Harry elbowed Blaise gently.
“I own the fucking restaurant you can't fire me!” Harry said incredulously, shifting himself so that he was now facing Blaise and leaned back slightly onto Ron.
“True, but why are you leaning against Weasley and not me?” Blaise pouted.
“We've been best mates for seventeen years Zabini, duh,” Ron said. Blaise went to open his mouth when a familiar blond head popped into view in his periphery. Draco pushed through the crowd, sweat glistening on his forehead as he smirked.
“Three way without me, Potter?” Draco teased, taking delight in the way Harry’s face turned red in the flashing lights.
“No, Blaise insisted on showing me how to dance and then Ron felt left out. Where is ‘Mione and Pansy?” Harry asked, breaking out from between his two friends.
“They're getting us more drinks on Pansy’s tab. Wouldn't be surprised if she somehow finds a way to-”
“I've got drinks!” Pansy announced as she found the group, Hermione holding onto Pansy’s shoulders. Pansy had another full tray of drinks that had some sort of shield charm on them to present others from spilling them. She began to pass out more the now three vodka sodas and three whiskey and cokes as Harry snorted.
“How'd you find us, Pans?” He asked, accepting what looked like two fingers worth of tequila in a rocks glass and a whiskey and coke.
“I cast a tracking charm on Draco and Blaise!” She yelled over the music, vanishing the tray back to the bar once everyone had a beverage. “What did I miss?” She asked.
“I found Harry sandwiched between Weasley and Blaise,” Draco said, Hermione raising an eyebrow at her husband.
“I felt lonely and they were dancing together!” Ron defended.
“Well regardless, I’m excited we found the other half of our group,” Hermione said, taking a small sip of her vodka soda. Harry raised his rocks glass in the middle of their squished together circle, stumbling as someone jostled him from behind.
“Well I'm taking this with or without you lot,” Harry declared and brought the double shot to his lips. He tipped his head back and took it all at once, wincing from the burn and taking a sip of his whiskey and Coke. The rest of the group followed in suit and Pansy tapped her wand to each glass to send them back to the bar. Harry was feeling pleasantly tipsy as he pulled Draco to him, splashing a small amount of their drinks on the already sticky floor as he twirled him twice. Draco made a noise of protest before he was pulled flush against Harry with his back to Harry's chest, a firm hand on his hip and Harry leaning down to nip his neck.
It felt like they were the only two in the entire club.
“Dance with me?” Harry asked, kissing that pale expanse of neck and beginning to sway his hips with Draco’s like Blaise had just shown him. Draco just nodded his head, head tilted back onto Harry’s shoulder. Draco pushed his hips back a little more which caused Harry to hold him tighter, Draco’s free arm hooking itself around Harry’s neck. Harry sipped his drink before pressing cold lips to Draco’s jaw. Draco let out a sharp breath before turning in Harry’s arms, bringing his own drink to his lips and draining it before banishing the cup.
“Your lips are way too cold,” Draco murmured, a small smile playing on his lips. Harry smirked before following suit and draining his own drink, now having both hands free to pull Draco against him.
“Why don't you warm them up for me?” Harry breathed.
“Honestly, is that the best pick up line you've got?” Draco challenged.
“Would you rather me invite you to the loo?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“ No, you idiot I want you to hit on me,” Draco drawled but his tone was teasing. Harry slipped a hand into Draco’s back pocket and squeezed Draco’s arse.
“Has anyone told you you'd look beautiful being taken apart piece by piece or those glossed lips all nice and red stretched over a cock?” Harry asked, nipping Draco’s ear.
“Better, but still very straightforward,” Draco mused before capturing Harry’s lips in a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. Harry seemed to be utterly consumed with Draco, one hand sliding up that translucent material Draco called a shirt, unbuttoning the first three buttons. Harry broke the kiss with a bite to Draco's bottom lip, pulling it gently before letting it go.
“I'm not good at pick up lines,” Harry said, looking into Draco’s dazed eyes.
“The kiss is more that sufficient,” Draco managed before Pansy tapped Draco on the shoulder. Draco spun around and narrowed his eyes at her. “What Pans?” He asked, looking impatient.
“It's my turn to dance with Harry, darling. You have to share,” she said bumping him with her hip towards Blaise who pulled Draco over to him. Ron and Hermione seemed to be in their own world as they danced together, jumping and swaying to their own tune. Harry pulled out his half finished cigarette and lit the fag as Pasny backed up into him, swaying her hips and reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, Harry’s hand settling on her waist. He took a drag and blew it up into the air as Pansy turned around and dropped almost to the ground with her hands on Harry’s belt. Harry looked up to see Blaise’s eyes flashing and Harry returned a knowing look as Draco pressed back against Blaise.
Harry pulled Pansy up and grabbed her waist, placing the fag between his lips as they rocked, Harry looking into her eyes.
“Any reason you're using me as a strip pole?” Harry asked and Pansy flicked Harry's nose.
“It's our foreplay, it's fine,” Pansy said, throwing a wink over her shoulder at Blaise.
“Why couldn't you lie to me?” Harry said in an exacerbated tone, taking another pull of his cigarette.
“What's the point in that? Draco seems to be enjoying himself,” Pansy shrugged. Harry rolled his eyes before looking over at Blaise who had his hands on Draco’s waist, thumbs tucked into his jeans and face close to Draco's neck where Blaise was whispering in his ear. The colorful lights reflected on Draco’s pale skin and shirt and Harry felt a wave of jealousy. Draco laughed at something Blaise said, pulling his head away from Blaise and continuing to sway with him as he caught Harry’s eye, raising one eyebrow. Harry huffed, giving Pansy one last sway before untangling himself from her and bending down slightly.
“Hop on, I want to have some fun,” Harry said, finishing his cigarette and vanishing the butt. Pansy squealed before getting on his back and latching her legs around his waist, Harry's hands holding her up near her upper thighs as her arms wrapped around his neck. Pansy’s entire arse was most likely out, but she seemed thrilled so Harry didn't bother. Draco’s eyes tracked where Harry’s hands were and pursed his lips as Harry went over to the two, readjusting the full grown woman on his back.
“We're going to dance with Ron and Hermione!” Harry said loudly, nodding over to the two who were still bouncing around.
“Why does Pansy need to be on you for that?” Draco asked and Harry chuckled, leaning over to whisper in Draco’s ear.
“We're just going to have fun, I'll make sure you're taken care of later,” Harry said before pressing a kiss to Draco’s cheek and bouncing Pansy along as he strode over to Ron and Hermione.
Draco led Blaise over to the group, Harry taking a moment to appreciate how the lights really did reflect off Draco before Pansy reached down and took Hermione’s hand forcing Harry to do the twist, hands gripping Pansy’s thighs tightly so he didn't drop her and Hermione followed, her other hand in Ron’s hand who was also doing the twist. Pansy was bouncing up and down with a huge smile and a pink blush dusting her cheeks and Blaise looked plain amused. Harry tossed his head back and laughed, bumping her breasts slightly as Draco took up the other side of Harry and took Pansy’s hand, dancing as well.
The six of them had their own circle going, Harry eventually letting Pansy down who started swaying her hips and dancing by herself, Harry joining Ron and Hermione on jumping around, bumping into others every so often. Harry felt beads of sweat roll down his face as danced around, internally damning Blaise’s dance lessons from earlier.
When Harry began to feel overheated, he started to feel thirsty as well and leaned into Draco’s ear.
“I'm a little parched and hot, want to step out so I can have a fag?” Harry asked, gesturing to the door near the bar that led to an outdoor patio. Draco wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded, letting Harry lead him to the bar to ask for water and then out the back door. Harry cast a cooling charm over them and slid his hand out of Draco's hand to pass him a water that he had balanced against the other water in his hand.
“Thank you,” Draco said, flicking a refreshing charm over them as he gulped down the water greedily. Harry did the same, giving Draco a thumbs up before sighing as he set the empty cup down, pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one as it was pressed between his lips.
“Fuck, I'm old,” Harry said, inhaling and raising an eyebrow as Draco plucked the fag from Harry’s lips and stuck it between his own to take a puff. “Alright, guess you can have that one,” he sniffed, before lighting another and taking a long drag.
“Don't judge me for a drunk cigarette, Potter, they are scientifically proven to taste better when drunk,” Draco said matter of factly.
“Is that muggle science or Wizard science?” Harry teased.
“All science, but I don't think wizards have science… oh fuck they might have science because how did they come up with potions? Potions and alchemy is basically science,” Draco said, his ponytail swaying as he shook his head and leaned against the wall of the building, eyeing everyone else in the patio area.
“You might be onto something. Potions always made me think of chemistry for muggles. It isn't something I learned, but Dudley was complaining about it one summer,” Harry said, eyes dragging up and down the man in front of him.
“What's chemestree?” Draco asked, wrinkling his nose.
“It's chemistry , and I know it involves mixing liquids or particles or something. Kind of like potions,” Harry shrugged.
“How fascinating,” Draco said, bringing the cigarette to his lips again. Harry focused on the fingers which were wrapped around it and felt his mind short circuit.
“Can- I uh- did I tell you how absolutely gorgeous you look?” Harry blurted, a blush rising very quickly to his cheeks. Draco smirked and pushed off the wall, laying a hand on Harry’s chest before leaning in slightly to whisper in his ear.
“You have not, but when we get out of here I'd love a sober charm so you can tell me again,” Draco said, pulling away and pecking Harry's lips with a pat of his cheek and leaning back against the wall. Harry took a drag of his fag and was saved from replying as their group came through the patio door, Pansy carrying another tray full of drinks and waters.
“Here we are! Shots, then waters. We aren't wizards for nothing,” Pansy proclaimed as Draco held his cigarette between his pointer finger and index finger so he could pick up a shot and water.
“You know Pans, I was just telling Potter the same thing.”
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Harry led Draco back to their hotel room, casting a sobriety charm on himself and Draco before entering the room. Harry’s vision blurred slightly as his stomach rolled and he flopped on top of the bed unceremoniously.
“Harry why, ” Draco groaned, propped up against the wall. Harry sat up on his elbow and flashed Draco a smile.
“Because you asked me to so I could tell you you were gorgeous,” Harry said, getting off the bed once the wave of nausea left him and moving towards Draco who now had a pink blush on his face. “Besides, I wanted you to remember me taking you apart, love, that is if you want,” Harry said, wrapping his hand in Draco's ponytail and tugging his head to the side to kiss along his neck.
“Fuck- I've wanted that for years ,” Draco breathed, breaking away from Harry's grip to capture the others lips. Harry made a noise in the back of his throat, pushing Draco against the wall with one hand on his hips in a bruising grip and the other hand moving up Draco’s shirt to unbutton it. Harry nipped at Draco's lips as he pulled away slightly, something dark fluttering across his eyes.
“May I?” Harry asked, breathless, looking into Draco’s blown out eyes. Draco nodded before Harry began making quick work of the shirt, Draco’s hands shaking as he reached up to undo Harry’s. Harry slid Draco’s shirt off his shoulders and assisted Draco undo his own, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor. Draco slid his off and cast it to return to his luggage and Harry rolled his eyes fondly, pulling Draco’s hips to meet his own by his belt loops. “You're such a prat,” Harry said, hand trailing over Draco's jaw and along his neck.
“I-Harry please ,” Draco whispered, which was all it took for Harry to turn Draco around and push him down on the bed, leaning over top of him to grasp Draco by the throat and apply just a small amount of pressure as he captured Draco’s lips in a harsh kiss, loving the soft whimpers he was making as their tongues seemed to dance together. Harry broke the kiss and began kissing down Draco’s jaw, nipping at the soft skin that was on his neck and just feeling Draco arch into him and press his cock into Harry's thigh as he began to move down Draco’s chest.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Harry breathed, kissing down the flat of his stomach and glanced up to see Draco covering his face with a, very clearly, glamoured left arm. Harry waved his hand with a frown to reveal the grey and faded Dark Mark, Draco sitting up abruptly to look at Harry like he lost his bloody mind .
“What the fuck , Potter?” Draco asked, looking bewildered. “What if I wanted that hidden ? Why did you unglamour my mark without asking me ?” Draco asked, his eyes growing wild.
Harry grabbed the left arm that Draco was cradling to his stomach, pulling it away.
“You're right, I should've asked, but I don't want you hiding anything around me. I get we were in a crowded place tonight, but just us? Don't hide,” Harry said, stroking Draco’s cheek gently with his thumb.
“But what if I'm not comfortable with it?” Draco whispered.
“Then I'll have to show you how to be,” Harry said, kissing both of his cheeks and then down his left forearm to end up kissing each finger on Draco’s knuckle. Harry was half kneeling on the bed by this point, looking up through his lashes as he reached down to brunch his fingers over Draco’s nipples.
“Now, let me take you apart. Don't worry about anything else, just focus on me,” Harry breathed, leaning forward to bite and suck a mark on his collar bone. Draco let out a breathy moan and tilted his head back as Harry's hands began working at Draco’s belt to get his jeans off. Harry was having trouble getting them off with their position and got frustrated, vanishing their clothes completely and sending them to their bags.
“Oh, fuck ,” Draco breathed, the cold air making him shiver.
“Lay back and let me see you love. Let me see how much you need me,” Harry urged, Draco scrambling up the bed to lay on the pillows. Harry crawled up, nudging Draco’s legs open as he took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand.
“Look at you, so hard and leaking from just some kisses. I almost didn't want to give you anything after seeing you dancing with Blaise, but I knew better than to think you would sleep with him,” Harry said, his body almost completely covering Draco’s, tattoos flexing with his muscles. Draco’s eyes were almost black with how wide his pupils were blown out, a low whine coming from his throat.
“Please, I wouldn't- we were just dancing,” Draco said, inhaling sharply as Harry rubbed one of those pink beaded nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yeah? Are you going to be good and let me watch you fall apart and beg?” Harry almost growled. Draco nodded as Harry undid the ponytail to grasp Draco’s hair at the root and gave a tug. Draco let out a loud whine as Harry began kissing and biting his way down the pale expanse of chest.
Draco’s legs fell open a little wider, arching into the intoxicating touch, rolling his lips into his mouth to bite down on them. Harry looked up and his eyes glinted before he reached out, arm flexing as he grabbed Draco’s jaw forcing him to let go of his lips.
“Let me hear you, love, I want to hear all the noises you make,” Harry said, letting go and holding Draco’s hips down to the bed as he nipped and marked them. Harry cast a nonverbal and wandless cleaning and lubricant charm, moving Draco's legs up before he wrapped his lips around the leaking prick. Draco let out a strangled noise as Harry ran his slicked fingers down the crack and began circling the entrance with just his finger tips. Draco shifted his hips down, pulling his knees up just a bit higher so Harry had more ease of access. He circled the furled skin, relaxing his throat as he took Draco deeper in his throat. Draco whined loudly, bucking his hips up which made Harry bring his free hand up, gripping his hip harshly and pulling off completely while taking his hand away.
“Patience, try to rush me and I will end everything right here. I want to ravish you,” Harry rasped before taking Draco back into his mouth, being mindful of his teeth while Draco’s prick weighed heavy on his tongue. The smell of lavender, vanilla, and musk enveloped him as Harry pressed one finger into the tight, slick heat, moaning around Draco’s cock as he began to bob his head.
Draco's fists were curled into the bed sheets, one hand finding its way into Harry’s dark curls and he tightened his grip which earned him another moan around his already sensitive cock.
Harry began slowly thrusting the one finger, furling it and unfurling it as he felt Draco begin to relax around his finger. Harry relaxed his throat further, allowing Draco to hit the back of his throat and added a second finger, searching for that bundle of nerves within the other man. Draco let out a strained moan, bucking his hips wildly as Harry suddenly brushed his prostate. Harry pulled off Draco’s cock slowly as he tongued the slit and lapped at the pre come that had gathered there before fully pulling off, beginning to massage that soft bundle of nerves.
“Come on, darling, keep making noises for me,” Harry said, his breath ghosting over the sensitive and red skin of Draco’s hip bones.
“Please- please Harry I need you, I need you,” Draco whined, pushing his hips down, searching for friction after Harry had pulled off him.
“You're so flushed. So needy , love. Come on, tell me what you need. What do you need me to do?” Harry asked, pulling out his fingers just slightly before adding a third, watching as Draco’s body convulsed slightly at the intrusion. Draco keened, back arching, as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
“I need your cock. I need you in me . Please please please,” Draco begged, feeling the tears slip down his cheeks as Harry continued to rub his prostate.
“Not yet,” Harry whispered, applying more pressure, watching as Draco begun to completely unravel, hands clenching desperately against the bed sheets, trembling with so much strain that Harry had to reach down and palm his cock with a small hiss. He kept rubbing and pushing his fingers against Draco’s prostate when Draco suddenly arched up with a loud whine and unexpectedly came all over his stomach, panting heavily as ropes of come decorated the pale skin. Harry continued his conquest, milking Draco’s prostate as he brought himself up a bit, pulling the softening tip of Draco’s prick into his mouth to lick it clean.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck Harry I can't- I can't I can't I need-” Draco gasped, feeling his cock twitch with interest, throwing his head back and trembling as he felt Harry continue to press on his prostate while his legs began to shake.
“You're doing so good,” Harry growled as he pulled off of Draco. “Come on, tell me what you need,” he said, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of Draco’s hole.
“I need you. I need you in me. Please Harry I need you,” Draco sobbed, his cock already filling again as his entire body shook. Harry suddenly removed his fingers as Draco let out a loud sob at the loss, clenching around air as he felt empty. Harry flipped Draco onto his stomach, muttering a lubricating charm as he wrapped his arm around the other's waist, giving himself a couple of strokes before lining up the head of his cock against Draco’s hole.
“Do you need it, love? Do you need me to ruin you further?” Harry asked, circling the spongy head around the furled skin.
“Please Harry, I need it. I need you in me, please,” Draco sobbed into the pillow, his hands gripping it tightly. Harry pushed in, his vision almost blacking out as the tight, wet heat made him see stars. Harry stopped about half way, taking a few deep breaths and noticing one of Draco's hands trying to make his way to his cock. Harry nudged his legs open wider and grabbed Draco’s wrists with both hands, pinning them against his back and forcing his upper half up higher while his lower half was now pressed to the bed.
“No touching, love. Not without my say so,” Harry rasped brokenly, pushing the rest of the way in and bottoming out. Draco kept moving his hips back and Harry knew he wasn't going to last long at this rate, taking a breath before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Draco let out a cry as he tried to bury his face in the pillows, feeling overstimulated as pleasure coursed through his body.
Harry readjusted his grip on Draco's hands to one hand, reaching forward as he began to thrust slowly and wrapped his hand around Draco’s fine locks. He yanked Draco’s head back, who whined wantonly, as he began to pick up speed.
“No hiding. I want to hear you,” Harry gritted out.
“Harry, Harry please. You feel so good I need more. Please please please you fill- ngh you fill- you fill me up so good,” Draco whined, pressing his hips back. Harry's hand left Draco's hair and wrapped around his throat, holding him up, but making sure not to be too rough to choke him completely. Harry felt the wetness of tears on Draco’s neck, leaning forward slightly as he began to thrust at a fast and brutal pace.
“Look at you, a proper fucking mess. Look at you. You're so fucking beautiful. You take my cock so fucking beautifully,” Harry groaned, tightening his hold around Draco's wrists. “Could- could fuck you forever,” he grounded out, both hands moving towards Draco’s hips as he began to thrust more sloppily, feeling that coiling heat in his gut.
Harry collapsed forwards almost completely, one hand still on Draco's hip and the other wrapping around his prick, giving him quick jerks as Harry began moving his hand.
“Come for me, darling, come for me,” Harry breathed and watched as the blond under him collapsed into the pillows, thick ropes of come blanketing the sheets below him and Harry's hand. He clenched deliciously around Harry's prick which pushed him over his own edge, coming inside of Draco and thrusting shallowly as his cock was milked dry. Harry collapsed the rest of the way on top of Draco, catching his breath as he slid out with a hiss from the sensitivity.
Harry cast a cleaning charm and brought Draco into his arms, the blond nearly pliant in his arms as he panted heavily.
“You did so so good, baby, so good. You did such a good job,” Harry whispered, wiping away the tears from those dazed grey eyes as he began to pepper Draco's face with kisses. Draco let out a low whine, turning to bury his face in Harry's chest. Harry managed to get the comforter around them as Draco began to fall asleep, the soft breathing beginning to lull Harry into a deep sense of calm.
Harry whispered a soft nox before he fell into a dreamless sleep surrounded by lavender, vanilla, and the distinct smell of earl grey tea.
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The group of six wandered Madrid, all of them different shades of tired from the night before. Harry felt full of energy as he clutched Draco’s hand, looking at all the different people and colors in the wizarding area. They had gone to a couple of vineyards before making their way into the wizarding section of Madrid, Hermione groaning at the thought of wine so early in the morning after the night of drinking Pansy had put them through.
After the vineyards they had walked around the Wizarding District, looking at the different items that adorned the windows and bought small trinkets and different clothes at the shops before deciding it was time to head to their reservation at Pequeñas Flores.
“I can't wait until dinner. I heard that it's supposed to be family style,” Pansy said as she walked in hand with Blaise.
“Family style? That means Ron has to share,” Blaise snorted as the red head rolled his eyes.
“I can share perfectly fine, thank you very much,” he grumbled while Hermione chuckled.
“It's a good thing I made you eat lunch, then,” she mused, laughing at the look that Ron had shot her. Harry was soaking in his friends' voices when they finally arrived at Pequeñas Flores, all terribly hungry and ready to see how the Michelin star restaurant treated them.
Pansy cast the translation charm on their group as they entered the restaurant, the white linen and dark setting reminding Harry almost of his own establishment.
“Hello, table for six under Potter?” Harry said to the host who had greeted them.
“Right this way,” she said, bowing slightly before leading them to a large round table in the back. As everyone got settled in their seats she tapped each parchment in her hand before going around the table to set them in front of the group. “Each course is served family style with a wine pairing. There are no substitutions or modifications allowed and your waiter will answer any additional questions you may have. Please enjoy your meal,” she said before dismissing herself. Within ninety seconds, their waiter quietly approached, filling each water glass before running a hand over his white shirt and long black apron.
“My name is Antonio, tonight we will be starting with Jamón Ibérico de Bellota which is a platter of the finest Iberico ham sliced thinly with a lovely crusty bread and olives. It will be paired with a Manzanilla Sherry. Please feel free to look at your menus for the rest of this evening's courses,” he said, bowing and excusing himself only to return with glasses of wine and a plate of bread and meat.
“Thank you,” Harry said kindly, taking the glass that had just been set in front of him and smelling the wine. He grimaced a bit at the sweater scent before taking a sip, not quite knowing how he liked it. Ron had already started placing a couple of slices of ham and bread on his plate, Blaise eyeing him.
“Make sure to save some for everyone else,” Blaise said, taking a slice of bread and ham for himself with a couple of olives.
“It's not my fault everything is family style,” Ron retorted. Harry laughed and squeezed Draco’s hand beside him before looking over the menu.
Aperitivo
*Jamón Ibérico de Bellota - iberico ham sliced thin with crusty bread and housemade olives served with Manzanilla Sherry
Starters
*Patatas Bravas
*Gambas Al Ajillo
Both served with a Spanish Riesling
Mains
*Paella Valenciana - traditional paella with chicken, rabbit, and vegetables with rice and spices in a large pot to share
*Cochinillo Asado - roasted suckling pig with crispy skin and succulent meat with roasted potatoes and a seasonal vegetable
Both served with a Rioja Reserva
Palate Cleanser
*Sorbete de Limón y Hierbabuena - refreshing lemon and mint sorbet
Paired with Cava, Spain’s very own version of Champagne
Dessert
*Tarta de Santiago - traditional almond cake with powdered sugar and housemade vanilla ice cream
Paired with Pedro Ximénez Sherry
Harry’s stomach rumbled at the thought of the fried and spicy potatoes again and olive oil garlic shrimp. He sipped his wine as he listened to the conversation around him, leaning into Draco as he finished his glass.
“Who would've thought the Golden and Silver Trios would get along,” he whispered, smirking a bit as Draco adjusted his arse in his seat.
“Well if they predicted our hate into sexual tension, I'm sure this news wouldn't be surprising,” Draco sniffed, sipping his own wine. “I don't love the wine so far, but the ham is delicious,” Draco whispered, darting his eyes as if the waiter would hear him. Harry chuckled and kissed his cheek, pulling back to face the rest of the table.
“Did either of you want to share with the class?” Blaise drawled.
“Oh leave them alone, Blaise, I think it's rather sweet that they started to go after each other finally. I don't think I could handle Harry asking if I've seen anything on Draco every few months anymore,” Hermione said, back straight as she sipped her wine primly.
“Every few months? I couldn't even tell Draco he was going to be working for Harry during the hiring process!” Blaise said, moving his arms as the waiter came by to clear their plates.
“Well they were always somewhat obsessed with each other,” Ron chimed in, eager to contribute.
“What do you mean obsessed ?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh Pansy, did you see Potter’s robes at the Yule Ball? How dare he wear such robes! They looked almost too good on him!” Pansy chimed.
“Hermione, I really think Malfoy is up to something. He keeps disappearing and he's never at meal times. If he is, he only eats a green apple!” Hermione said.
“Ron, Malfoy tried to hex me in DADA. He has to be working for Snape,” Ron deadpanned.
“Blaise, how can Potter’s hair look like an absolute bird's nest, but I just want to run my hands through it?”
“Ron, how do you think Malfoy gets his hair so shiny ,”
“Pansy, why does Potter drink coffee at breakfast? No civilized Britt would drink coffee for breakfast! Only tea! I guess he was raised by those muggles,”
“Hermione, do you ever think Malfoy looks a bit fit in his quidditch uniform?”
“You were never supposed to tell anyone about that!” Harry cried out, blushing red. Draco had a soft blush of pink across his cheeks as well, turning to smirk at Harry.
“You thought I was up to no good, how cute,” he said, giving Harry a peck on the cheek.
“I was right one time ,” Harry said, pouting a bit. Draco reached up and ruffled Harry’s curls, laughing fondly.
“It's okay, I'm certainly not up to any good now. Maybe you need to go ex Auror on me,” Draco said, Ron gagging at the table.
“Come on, mate, can't you save that for when only you two are present?” He asked.
“No I cannot. How else am I to stake my claim?” Draco asked, watching as their second course was being placed on the table along with the wine pairing.
Draco, Harry, Blaise, and Pansy all took notes throughout the meal, discussing all the small things they liked and disliked. Harry really enjoyed how the waiters and waitresses anticipated the guests' needs, making a note to mention that to his own staff.
The rest of dinner went wonderfully, filled with laughter and chatter as they ate and drank and shared their meal. When Harry finally paid the check after being served a unique Spanish Espresso Martini, he rested his hand above Draco's knee, squeezing gently.
Draco rested his own hand on top of Harry’s, squeezing back and sipping the martini idly as they watched Ron and Blaise dissolve into another Quidditch debate.
“I'm so glad we can all get along now,” Harry said softly, still holding onto Draco’s hand as he signed the check and picked back up his drink.
“Me too,” Draco said, watching the group with profound affection.
Later that night when they fell in bed, they whispered about all the things they thought of each other while attending Hogwarts with flushed cheeks and tentative touches that seemed to imprint one another on their skin.
It's the first time Harry felt such a deep love for someone, that he almost didn't know what it was until he locked hands with those slender fingers and looked into those soft grey eyes that reflected the moonlight pouring into their window from the night sky .