Harry Potter stood on the second floor of the wixen night club, Lightning, and looked over the railing to watch the floor below. Wixen and Muggle alike intermingled in a pulsing sweaty neverending dance. Muggles thought this was just a regular, if eccentric club, but the bouncers, the bartender and even the DJ were all either wixen or muggles aware of the wizarding world. The bar served firewhiskey and butterbeer along with muggle drinks. Special rooms that the muggles didn’t notice were located near the exits for apparition and in one, a fireplace was set up for Flooing. There were rooms in the basement among the pool and poker tables for Exploding Snap and other wixen games.
The second floor however was wixen only and set aside for private parties and special events. Harry had his birthday party here just last month. He smiled at the memory of the evening. Usually he just came here for the singles meetups Pansy organized every week. Pansy Parkinson was Special event coordinator and co-owner of Lightning. She hosted special themed parties especially for singles every Friday. The events were by invitation only. Harry was often surprised by Pansy's insight into the romantic and sexual preferences of everyone in the wizarding world. He guessed she just knew a lot of people.
Pansy, and Lighting in general had broken down a lot of barriers that remained even five years after the war. Pansy and Blaise had approached him shortly after the Five Year War Memorial Service and asked him to endorse and invest in their night club idea. Now just two years later, the club had helped a lot of people finish healing.
Harry stopped thinking about the club and started worrying about his outfit again. He usually dressed for the current party theme. He had worn everything from a tux or elaborate wizard robes to fancy Italian dress shirts and slacks, to what he was wearing now: tight black jeans and a tight black Weird Sisters T-shirt. He much preferred nights he could show off his body and not his wealth or his status. This shirt was tight enough that you could see his pierced nipples if you were looking. And he wanted people to look. Parts of his tattoo were showing above the collar. This outfit was perfect for the BDSM themed parties Pansy threw or nights like tonight.
The BDSM nights were usually Harry’s favorite. He was surprised at how many single wizards were into Bondage or Dominance and Submission just like he was. Tonight though was different.
Pansy had gotten tired of him constantly turning down offers and going home alone, or worse, bringing someone home in a pique of bad judgment and waking up miserable.
“Darling. I’m going to set you up with someone, someone who I know you can trust and who I know you’re attracted to.”
“But Pansy-“
“No buts. This is getting ridiculous. You’re perfect for each other and you both really need to get laid. I don’t care if it’s only one night of kinky sex or a long-term relationship. I won’t take no for an answer. In fact, I’ll make a night of it. I have several clients who are having trouble pairing up on their own.”
Harry had no choice but to agree.
Several weeks later Pansy had broken the news to him. “Everything has been arranged. Your date has agreed. I won’t tell you anything about them, but put on your ‘Master Potter’ hat, because this person has requested one weekend of Domination.”
“My date is a submissive?”
“Of course they are. I said you two were perfect for each other. They have tastes similar to yours and an equally hard time finding someone they trust to fulfill them. It’s part of the reason they agreed to the meeting.”
“Has he or she ever been to one of your parties?”
“No, otherwise you would have fallen madly in love by now. And I won’t tell you whether it’s a witch or a wizard. You know you like both. “
“But is it someone I know?”
“Yes,” she replied with a huff. “It’s someone you know. But not as well as you think you do. Now, no more clues.”
So Harry had cleared his schedule for the weekend and tried to dress appropriately for tonight. He wondered how much longer he would have to wait.
As if the thought had Accio’ed her, Pansy appeared before him. “Harry Darling. He’s ready for you.”
“So it’s a man?” Harry warmed at the thought.
“Of course it’s a man. You prefer to dominate men.”
Harry didn’t question how she knew that. She motioned for him to follow.
"His checklist is is on the table with Non-Disclosure Agreement. As always, you are free to leave once you meet. If you don't want to do anything you can always go home alone- “ She paused to give him a stern glare. “And I will be VERY disappointed if you choose that option. I specifically set this up so you would stop going home alone. I strongly recommend that you meet, sign the papers, then go home and get dirty. Please don't have sex in my club.”
"It's my club too." Harry said with a smile.
"Yes and you're the one who talked us out of having a sex club." She stopped at the door to one of the private rooms. “This is it Harry. Oh, and before you ask, you don't need to worry about Hermione. She will be fine. Her dates are going to make her quite happy.”
Before Harry could question her use of the word dates, she had pushed him through the door. Harry removed all thoughts of Hermione and feelings of anxiety, took a deep breath and walked fully into the room.
He noted the table with parchment to his right, but all his attention was riveted to the center of the room. He couldn’t help letting out a strangled gasp when he recognized the man kneeling there wearing nothing but dark jeans, his blonde hair falling loosely around his bowed head.
Draco fucking Malfoy.
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“Pansy are you sure I shouldn’t put on a shirt? Draco asked nervously.
“No Draco. You look amazing.” She said appraising him critically.
"Pansy, what if he doesn't like me?"
Pansy couldn't quite hide her laugh. "You two have been dancing around each other since you were 11 years old. Trust me. He'll like you."
Liking him and wanting to fuck weren't quite the same thing, but Draco knew he would take whatever Potter would give him.
“Your checklist and the contract are here on this table with your wand. You better kneel down over here." Pansy said gesturing to the floor in front of the fireplace. "You’ll need to have an appropriately submissive attitude. I don’t want you screwing this up.”
“Pansy, I have submitted before. I know how it works.”
“Yes, but it’s been a while. You’re out of practice.”
“It’s not something you need to practice for. I’ll be fine." He wasn't sure that he would be fine. In a few minutes, his childhood nemesis would be here to dominate the shit out of him. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted something this much.
Pansy looked at Draco with concern in her eyes. "You don't have to do this Draco. If you don't want to-"
"I do want to." Draco snapped. He took a deep breath. "Sorry. I can do this. Now go and fetch him, but give me a few minutes.”
“Alright. And good luck, darling.” She said pressing a kiss to his forehead.
She left and it wasn’t until Draco was kneeling down that he realized what she’d done. ‘Making me reassure her so I wouldn’t be as nervous. How very Slytherin.’
Draco knelt and settled into his pose, sitting back on his heels, spreading his knees wide and placing his hands behind his back. He took several deep breaths and tried to clear his mind.
‘How did I get myself into this mess?’
He remembered saying no when Pansy first offered to set him up. He had kept saying no, until she offered him something he couldn't refuse.
It had been at his monthly social dinner with Pansy and Blaise. He was thinking about all the work he had to finish before he could go to bed. Pansy had forbidden him from actually bring the paperwork to the table. “It’s doesn’t count as a social dinner if you don’t actually socialize,” she had said.
And they did socialize. Pansy talked about her latest events at the club. Blaise talked about his most recent disaster of a first date. The man was a god in bed but couldn't date to save his life. Draco talked about work. Because he couldn't remember the last time he went on a first date. Pansy called him out on it.
"Doesn't it get lonely, Draco. Living like this?"
In a rare moment of vulnerability, Draco told the truth. "Yes."
"Let me set you up."
"No, Pansy, we've talked about this."
"I know some one you'll like who won't care about your past."
"Yeah right Pansy. Someone like that doesn't exist." He tried to end the conversation there.
"Harry Potter!"
"He wouldn't-"
"He would. I know what he likes and I know what you're looking for. I promise that you two would be a good fit. He would take care of you."
Draco paused to think, mostly for appearance's sake. "Okay Pansy. If you can get Potter to agree, I'll let you set us up."
And now here he was kneeling. He deepened his breathing. His knees started to ache in the way that he loved. He kept his spine straight and his head bowed. He truly did love to submit, to stop worrying and let his Dom take care of him. He wasn't as relaxed as he should be, but he was getting there.
Draco heard the door open. He kept his head bowed as Potter entered the room then gasped in surprise. Was that a good surprise? He didn't look up as Potter entered the room but watched Potter's feet as he walked around him.
Was he pleased?
Potter stopped in front of him and grasped his chin to tilt his head up. His hand was so warm. Potter peered into his eyes for what felt like ages, then smiled.
"Beautiful." Draco's heart stuttered at the praise.
Draco felt himself give in to his submission. This was going to go well.
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Harry watched Draco's cheeks heat at the simple praise. The blush continued down Draco's neck and onto his shoulders. Harry traced the skin and Draco gasped at the feel of Harry's fingers on his neck. Definitely something to explore later.
"Hello Draco."
"Hello Potter." Draco replied, shyly.
"You can call me sir while we're in a scene."
"Yes sir" Draco whispered.
"Good boy." Harry said, running his hand through Draco's hair. Draco closed his eyes and leaned in to Harry's hand.
Harry took a step back, wanting to admire the sight of Draco kneeling some more. He walked around Draco reaching out to adjust his position, out of desire to touch him more than anything else. Draco's posture was perfect if a bit tense. Harry could tell by the tension in his muscles that it would take some time for Draco to submit fully.
Harry finally tore his glaze from Draco and realized he hadn't reviewed the paperwork. He sat down in the armchair next to the fireplace. He spread his legs then caught Draco's attention and gestured that he should come over.
Draco started to stand but Harry gave him a sharp look and he crawled over between Harry's legs.
"Good boy." Harry said and he ran his fingers through Draco's hair softly at first, then gripping it tightly. He pulled Draco's head back and used his other hand to place his finger and thumb around Draco's neck.
"If I decide to keep you, I'd like to put a collar around your neck so everyone can see what a perfect boy you are for me. Would you like that?"
"Yes Ma-. Yes Sir." Draco replied, blushing again, this time all the way past his nipples.
Harry pulled Draco's head by his hair to look him in the eyes. "You should never be afraid to ask me for what you want Draco. Would you like to call me Master?"
Draco tried to look away but Harry kept his grip tight until Draco answered. "Yes sir."
"Then ask."
"Please sir. May I call you Master?"
"You may."
"Thank you Master."
Harry pulled Draco's head onto his leg. "Stay here while I review the paperwork."
Harry watch as Draco lowered his head onto his leg shifting around until he got comfortable. Harry started to pet him, running his fingers through the hair he couldn't get enough of, touching Draco's shoulders, running his fingers along Draco's neck. He waited until he felt Draco relax into his touch then turned his attention to the paperwork.
He wandlessly summoned a quill and signed the nondisclosure agreement that Draco had already signed. It disappeared with a small pop. Now they would both be unable to speak of their activities. He turned to Draco's checklist and took his time reviewing it. He placed it on the table in front of him so he could keep both hands on Draco.
Draco's interests and limits almost perfectly aligned with his own.
Hard limits: Canes, whips, public sex/exhibitionism, cages/confinement.
Soft Limits: flogger, hand cuffs, blindfolds.
Likes: Orgasm delay/orgasm control, edging, Spanking, rope bondage.
Harry continued reading noting all of Draco's limits and preferences as well as his safeword.
Harry ran his fingers along Draco's lips and Draco darted his tongue to lick at them. Harry involuntarily tightened the fingers of his other hand in Draco's hair. Draco stilled immediately. Harry pressed his two fingers into Draco's mouth and Draco made a pleased sound and started licking and sucking Harry's fingers.
Merlin! He needed to take Draco home as soon as possible!
Harry pulled his fingers out of Draco's mouth.
Gods, but Draco looked debauched with his lips swollen and wet with spit. And they hadn't even started yet.
Harry used his grip in Draco's hair to pull him upright.
"What is your safeword?"
"Azkaban, master."
Harry nodded. "I will use that as well if I need it. You consent to coming home with me and spending the night in my playroom?"
"Yes Master, please! Not just tonight. All weekend."
Harry smiled indulgently at Draco's eagerness. "We'll start with tonight. I'll check in with you in the morning and we can go from there. Does that sound good?"
"Yes master."
"Then let's go."
Harry grabbed Draco's familiar wand from the table and on a whim cast Lumos. It still worked for him as he remembered.
"ready?"
Draco nodded.
Harry apparated them back to Grimmauld Place and made note to thank Pansy later for making sure he wouldn't go home alone.
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What Happened Next:
I am never going to write this whole fic, but I imagine it happens like this. Harry and Draco start a friends with benefits siutationship where they meet up for kink and sex one weekend a month, then 2, then as often as they can. At first it's just sex and kink but when they are cuddling during aftercare, they talk about their lives. They get to know each other. (THey start to like each other!!!) They are both busy with work, but it's really working for them. And then they both catch feelings. But they can't tell each other. Draco doesn't feel worthy of Harry's love and Harry thinks Draco could never want a real relationship with him. They are idiots in love. And then there is pining. DOn't worry! They work things out eventually.
The scene where they both realize theyre in love is the only other one I had planned out. Draco is super busy with work (I imagine he's a lawyer or advocate of some kind so he has a ton of paperwork to do whenever a big case comes along.) And so Draco cancels their session. Harry comes over anyway with food and no expectations of any sex or kink. He just wants to take care of Draco. He helps Draco finish his necessary work for the evening, makes sure he eats dinner, then takes him down softly, just enough to fall asleep. Harry tucks Draco into bed and is like Oh shit I'm fucked. And in the morning when Draco feels the most rested he's ever been during a case and notices Harry left him breakfast and organized his files just the way he would have he's like Oh Shit I'm fucked.