“Harry!” The group cheered as he slid into the booth.
“Mates!” He grinned and pulled Hermione into him for a quick side hug. It was pub night and the whole Gryffindor gang, plus Luna, was there. Nights like these are what Harry cherished the most. He spent most of his nights laying on his couch after hard quidditch practices with take away in his lap.
“Here’s a drink!” Seamus crowed.
“Cheers to that!” Harry gratefully accepted the pint and the table fell into easy conversation.
“You have no idea what you’re even talking about.” Ginny snarled.
“Ginny, I have been in this world longer than you, I damn well know what I’m talking about.” Ron growled back.
“You guys get so ornery when you’re drunk.” Luna cooed.
“No fucking way!” Neville suddenly exclaimed, almost spilling his pint down his front.
“Bloody hell.” Dean murmured as his gaze flew across the room. Harry swung his head around to see what they were gawking at, and found a lanky, blonde man making his way towards Pansy Parkinson at the bar. After all these years, even the way he walked was so posh. He was wearing a black button up in a pub for Merlin’s sake. To be fair, the top three buttons were undone.
“What the hell is Malfoy doing in a Muggle pub?” Ron frowned.
“Maybe he’s matured a bit.” Hermione piped in. Harry still hadn’t taking his eyes off of Malfoy, watching the way he sat, elbows leaned against the table, legs slightly spread, angling himself towards Pansy. And he had fucking earrings. Four little silver hoops, two in each ear. Malfoy turned around and caught his eye. Harry froze slightly, but luckily Malfoy turned away quickly. The tips of his ears were red.
“Harry, don’t go all crazy on us.”
“Huh?”
“Stop being all 6th year and have another pint.” Ron groaned.
“‘m not crazy.” Harry mostly murmured into his beer. The conversation moved on from Malfoy, but he wasn’t totally tuned in. Harry knew he previously had got a little obsessive with Malfoy, but he was a teenager for Merlin’s sake. Harry was mature. He didn’t even care about Malfoy being across the room. At least, he didn’t care for another hour. Then, Pansy slipped away to the loo and before Hermione could snatch his wrist, he had begun walking over to Malfoy.
“Potter.”
“Malfoy.”
“You’re sitting in Pansy’s spot.”
“It appears she left.” He flagged down the bartender and slid one drink over to Malfoy while raising his to his lips. He never broke eye contact with Malfoy. Those grey eyes were looking straight through his soul. He tried not to let it dim his confidence.
“What do you want?”
“Don’t know.” It was true, Harry didn’t really have a motive behind this encounter.
“Good drink.” Malfoy said, raising his glass slightly. Harry smirked with pride.
“Poshest thing they have here.” Malfoy threw him a scowl and that only made the edges of Harry’s mouth turn up even more.
“I didn’t think you knew anything but beer.”
“I know loads.”
“Do you, now?”
“Mhm”
“You sure know how to keep a camera in your face.” Harry scowled at that, he knew the press followed his every move and he hated it. “You just love being the Golden Boy.”
“You just love being a prick, don’t you?”
“Relax, Potter. You’ve got such a big head.”
“Me? Your ego is the size of…er…fucking of Alaska.”
“What the fuck is Alaska?”
“Big as shit, that’s what.” Harry was beginning to get mad, it was familiar to feel worked up over the git, and the alcohol was helping.
“Like your audacity.”
“You have a lot of fucking audacity to question my audacity!”
“You came up to me. That’s audacity.”
“You were a death eater. That’s audacity. And you never thanked me.”
“Thank you, my dear lord and savior, Potter.”
“Lose the sass.”
“Didn’t you fuck Ginevra? I think you like sass.”
“Keep her name out of your mouth.” Harry hissed. Malfoy’s cheek were flushed and he had leaned closer into Harry’s area.
“I’m not insulting your girlfriend, please get your head out of your arse.”
“We’re just friends.” Harry didn’t know why he felt the need to mutter that.
“Oh, that’s right, she likes pussy.”
“The fuck did you just say?” Harry pushed the stool back and stood up.
“Potter, why is it that you get offended so easy? Do you think it’s rooted in your traumatic childhood? Wait! Are you still in love with her and can’t accept she doesn’t want your cock?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Malfoy. You’re such a little bitch and for the record, we broke up so many years ago. Merlin, why the fuck did I even come talk to you? Same jerk you’ve always been.” Malfoy stood up too.
“I don’t have a goddamn clue, I could go my whole life without seeing you again.” And that’s when Harry cracked. He threw the first punch, because when doesn’t he? Malfoy was hurling back punches just as quick. They managed to get on the floor, rolling around with fists flying, before the bartender and Harry’s mates were pulling them apart. Ron had him in a headlock, he swung his head back around to face Malfoy. His heart dropped when he saw blood streaked across the pale skin and splotched into the blonde hair. Malfoy looked livid. Pansy had finally reappeared and was frantically snatching napkins, presumably to soak up Malfoy’s blood.
“Shit, Ron, let me go.”
“How do I know you’re not gonna go batshit again?”
“Please, Ron.” It came out more whiny than he intended but it did the trick because Ron released him. He tentatively walked towards Malfoy and stuck out his hand. Malfoy looked up at him through his eyelashes, panting heavily, for a long time before he slowly grasped Harry’s hand. They shook hands, holding on for a moment too long. The eye contact was so intense he had to force himself to not look away. Before Harry could stop himself, he ducked his head to whisper into Malfoy’s ear. “I can’t heal your nose with muggles around. Come with me.”
“I can heal my own nose.” Malfoy’s hot breath tickled against his skin.
“I broke it, let me heal it.” Malfoy seemed to be conflicted with himself for a moment before he finally nodded. Harry turned back at his group of friends, they all shared similar looks of confusion on their face. “I’ll um, see you all soon. Cheers.” He said gruffly. Malfoy flashed Pansy a sheepish look and then they pushed their way out to the alley.
“You know they all think we’re going to shag, right?” Malfoy drawled. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed onto Malfoy’s elbow to side along him to the Grimmauld Place loo. He turned on the sink and grabbed a washcloth, pretending Malfoy wasn’t watching his every move.
“Sit down.”
“On the toilet?” Malfoy sounded appalled.
“Perfect.” Harry said sweetly. Malfoy grimaced at him, but did what he was told. Harry gently took hold of the pointy git’s chin and began to wipe away the blood he had made. He realized too late how close they were. Harry could see the flecks of gold in his grey eyes and could feel warm break on his skin. He delicately wiped the blood off of the other man. Malfoy’s breath hitched when Harry used the thumb that was tilting Malfoy’s chin up wipe one remaining drop of blood. Harry’s dick twitched ever so slightly. What the actual fuck.
“I thought you were going to magic me all better?”
“Patience is a virtue, Malfoy.”
“I don’t like being patient.”
“Bastard.” Harry took out his wand and gently put the man’s nose back into place. He couldn’t do anything about the bruises blooming against the pale skin though. He took a step back, allowing Malfoy to stand up and look in the mirror.
“Your turn on the porcelain throne.” Harry reluctantly sat down and let Malfoy angle his face towards him. Malfoy wiped the blood off his face with surprising delicacy and it took everything in Harry to not lean into the touch. Harry had always thought blokes were a bit fit, but Malfoy? This was new. Maybe? He did stalk him. For world peace reasons though. Although, he took that a little far. Okay, maybe this wasn’t new, but it was still a shock every time Harry’s heart clenched. “All done.” Malfoy leaned back against the sink, elbows resting against it, and legs slightly crossed.
“Er, thanks.” Harry coughed.
“Thank you.”
“Hmm?”
“You said I hadn’t thanked you properly.”
“Oh, erm, thanks for um-“
“Don’t thank me for thanking you, twat.” Harry chuckled and relaxed.
“When did you get those earrings?”
“Few years ago. When did you get your tattoos?” Harry glanced down to see the ink wrapping around his biceps, they continued down his back, chest, and thighs as well.
“It’s been awhile in the making. Started slow, then I just really liked them.”
“Hm.”
“You got any tattoos under those posh clothes?” Malfoy gave him a hard look. “Oh, fuck, sorry.”
“Yeah, I do. Besides that one.”
“Hm.” Harry stood up and moved toward the sink so he was standing closer to Malfoy, close enough to touch him. He snaked a hand out to hook Malfoy’s hip. “I think I want to see them.” With that, Malfoy closed the distance between their lips. Harry pulled their hips together and grinned to feel a half chub pressing against his leg. “You’re quite excited for someone who said that he never wanted to see my face again.”
“Sod off and kiss me.”
“Yes, sir.” Harry laughed against his lips. The giggles quickly turned to moans and clothes began to fall to the floor. Draco traced the outlines of Harry’s tattoos as Harry unbuttoned the posh dress shirt. Realization hit them both at the same time when Harry ran his finger over the webbing of scars on Malfoy’s chest. “You know I’m so sorry, right?”
“Yes. And that’s that.”
“More snogging?”
“And less clothes.” Harry laughed and tugged him by his belt loops into the hall and practically shoved him into the bedroom and onto the bed. “So demanding.”
“I thought you didn’t like being patient?”
“You know me so well.”
“I do.” Harry said with a sincerity that he didn’t expect, but quickly moved on to trouser zippers. Both of their pants were tented. Harry ducked down to suck a hickey onto his neck as Malfoy pulled their cocks out.
“Fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command.” Harry groaned and got impossibly harder. He conjured lube and slicked up his fingers and began to slowly work him open. He was rewarded with the the sounds of heaven in the form of Draco Malfoy.
“I’m not patient, Harry. Please fuck me.” He whined. He couldn’t even form words as he slid his aching prick into the man below him. After a few painfully slow thrusts to let him adjust, he began to move hard and fast. The sounds of sex surrounded them and Harry felt nails dig into his back. Before he knew it they were both spilling over and collapsing in a moaning pile. Harry wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.
“You might be a bit snarky, but Merlin, Draco.”
“Mmm.” Draco tangled their legs together under the sheets.
The next morning, Harry woke up alone. He was scared for a second before he heard movement and his eyes flew opens. Malfoy was standing in front of his mirror with a sour look on his face.
“Why the long face?” Harry joked.
“I have bruises all fucking over. From your fists and you lips.”
“And this is a problem how?”
“Unless you have made a full 180 since school, we’re both shit at glamours.”
“Problem?”
“I was supposed to have breakfast with Pansy.”
“Draco, come back to bed, it’s chilly without you.”
“Harry, I need to get ready for breakfast.”
“Fine.” Harry grumbled as he rolled out of bed. “Wear your trousers from last night and you can borrow a jumper. And your bruises are fine.” Malfoy quirked an eyebrow at him but did not protest. Harry counted that as a win. When Malfoy left his flat, Harry apparated to Hermione and Ron’s.
“Harry! Come in, come in! How are you?” Hermione greeted him.
“Oh cut the bullshit, Mione. Tell us what happened after you left with Malfoy.” Harry couldn’t resist the total shit-eating grin that sprung onto his face. “Mate! You didn’t!”
“Oh my god! I see a hickey!” Hermione squealed.
“Quit it, you two.”
“My best mate and Malfoy! How do I even react to this?”
“With support, Ronald!” Harry was blushing and ducked to hide his face into the Chudley Cannons mug that had been pressed into his hands.
“I think I like him too.”
“OH MY GOD!”