Chapter 2
On Saturday, a cold snap hit London and the streets became blanketed with snow. Harry liked the snow, especially at this time of day where the moonlight made it sparkle. At times like this, it always felt like he was back to being an awkward preteen in the Gryffindor common room. The funny part was he was still obsessing over Draco Malfoy. Some things stay the same. He just pulled out a batch of scones (stress baking? Never heard of her), when a rap sounded on the door. It was Malfoy. Bollocks.
"Rita likes your ring." He drawled with a small sneer. Harry sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, still wearing oven mitts.
"Yeah. I guess so. You want some scones?" Harry bit back a cringe at his awkwardness.
"If they taste anywhere near as good as they smell, then yes." Harry grinned and led Draco to the kitchen.
"Tea?"
"Earl Grey?"
"Mm." Harry made a noise of approval before putting in the kettle. “Are you okay with it? The article, I mean?”
“Potter, you’re the one getting the negative backlash. Associating with a death eater and such. Plus, if you’re worried about them knowing you’re gay, it could easily be seen as me giving you a piece of Sirius. So, yes, I’m fine.”
“Okay. I don’t care about all that stuff by the way.”
“Always the good guy.” He scoffed.
“It’s kind of my thing.” Harry chortled. He stared as crumbs fell out of Malfoy's mouth as he ate the scone. Green eyes locked on grey eyes. In one fluid motion, Harry gently pressed Malfoy up against the counter. He delicately kissed his jawline and wrapped the hem of Malfoy's shirt around his fingers. "You want that jumper back?" He murmured, not fully removing his mouth from the pale skin.
"No. Looks good on you. And Circe knows you need it. Need something to wear on all those little dates." Harry felt Draco's body tense at that.
"Don't like those dates."
"Don't go on them." Harry finally pulled away to look at Malfoy's face. They stared at each other for a moment before the pointy git broke the silence. "You want to test my memory? See if I can find my way to your bedroom?"
"Hell yes." Harry chuckled. Once in his bedroom, they don't waste anytime. Wet kisses and discarded clothes. Then, a delicious thought pops into Harry's head. "Malfoy." He breathed. "You want to fuck me?"
"Yes, oh, please." Harry smiled and conjured lube. Wandless and Wordless. Draco moaned. However, it was Harry's turn to moan when pale fingers found there way up his arse. He rolled his hips up to meet them.
"Mm, bastard, fuck me already."
"You sure have a dirty mouth, Potter."
"You like it."
"I do." He punctuated his statement with his cock thrusting you into Harry. Harry's erection was rock hard and drooling angrily. He reached to grab it, but got his hand swatted away. "Nice try."
"You bloody wanker."
"I'll make you cum so hard if you're patient." His thrusts got harder and faster and Harry was snapping his hips in response.
"So good, baby."
"Yes, yes, I'm close, Harry." He felt hot cum fill his ass and whined. Draco pulled out, only to replace his cock with his fingers. Continuing the abuse of Harry's prostate. With his free hand, he began steady jerks on Harry's needy prick.
"Oh my god, Draco. I'm gonna-!" They collapsed together onto Harry’s sheets. Harry scooped Draco into his arms and they laid like that for a long time. Malfoy traced his tattoos and Harry nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Where do you work?” Draco chuckled at his sudden question.
“Don’t laugh. I work at a company that creates hair and skin products. A lot like potions, to be honest.” Harry had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Fitting.” Malfoy whacked him with a pillow.
“What happened to don’t laugh?”
“I’m not laughing.” Harry turned the edges of his mouth down into a comical frown and looked at Draco with pouty eyes.
“Twat.” They both laughed.
“One more question. Who’s Pierre to you?”
“Just a hook-up, don’t get your panties into a twist, Harry.” Harry nodded and wriggled closer to the taller man.
“I have a game Tuesday.” Malfoy gave him a quizzical look. “Maybe you’d like to see how a real seeker plays.”
“You’re such a cunt.”
When Harry woke up Malfoy was gone, along with a jumper and a pair of joggers that said “seek this” on the arse. It had been a gag gift from Ginny.
That afternoon, Harry went for a fly, but admittedly couldn’t stay on his broom for too long. His arse was sore.
“Harry, Harry, Potter.” The stands chanted as he flew around the pitch. He only had eyes for blonde hair and a snitch though. Merlin, he didn’t even know if Malfoy was coming and he couldn’t stop looking for him. Get your head in the game! He made a round of the pitch, his eyes perfectly focused on the other seeker. He tried not to wish it was Malfoy he was playing against. Then, just like clockwork he saw a flutter of wings. this would never get old. He spiraled downwards towards it and the crowd went wild. The other seeker was on his trail in a second and he urged his broom to go faster. The snitch made a harsh turn and Harry about broke his neck to follow it and the wind roared in his ears. The other seeker swooped beside him, the turn giving her the upper hand as she was coming from the direction it turned. He would have to work harder. She was inching near when suddenly, her broom work faltered, a gust of wind. The wind hit Harry too, but he was prepared for it and redirected perfectly. His knuckles grazed the feathered wings and he clamped down. The big screen zoomed into his fist and the crowd lost their damn minds. That’s when Harry saw Draco and he about lost his damn mind. The man was looking at him so fondly it made his head spin.
The game ended and his team showered him with praise. Just another day on the job. A crowd formed around him and soon he was caught up in autographs and cameras. He didn’t love this side of his life, but it was pleasant to be supported that much. By the time he made his way to the locker room it was totally empty. They must have hit the nearby pub already.
“Good game.”
“Draco.” Harry murmured and couldn’t help himself as he pulled the man in for a kiss. His lips immediately opened for Harry and he kissed that man so deeply. It was like oxygen, kissing him. Harry walked him backwards into the showers and Malfoy moaned. Harry forced himself to pull away so he could get their clothes off. Once nude, he let the hot shower water run over them. It made Malfoy look delicious.
“Merlin.”
“Can’t get enough of you, Malfoy. Can I fuck you?”
“God yes.” Harry was so hard he could barely think as he gripped Malfoy’s hips. Draco was even harder, if that was possible and would not stop rubbing his leaking dick against Harry as he tried to focus on prepping Draco properly. He left the ring on while pumping his fingers into the tight ring of muscle.
“Malfoy, you’re such a whore.” Harry laughed. He just moaned in reply.
“Fuck me, Potter. Always wanted your dick while in a quidditch locker room.” Always? Always?! Was Malfoy just horny or did he mean what he said? Harry couldn’t even stop to ask, his cock was about to explode and he hadn’t even fucked Draco yet. But he did. He fucked him until he was screaming and scratching at Harry’s back. Harry came so hard he saw white. When they finally came down from their highs, they smiled at each other. His legs were wobbly from his mind blowing orgasm and he had to lean against the shower wall. Malfoy followed suit. Harry had given him a string of hickeys on his neck that were blooming against his pale skin. The scratches on his back stung so deliciously as Malfoy massaged shampoo into his hair. He didn’t have a single desire to go find his team at the pub.
“Harry!” Ron’s voice came from his floo while he was flopped on his sofa two days later.
“Hullo, mate.”
“Mione wants to know if you would be down for a quick pub night? She’s invited Pansy, so that probably means more Slytherins.”
“Oh, tonight? Yeah, I could do that.”
“She’ll be glad! I know you already see a little more of Malfoy than you might like, but Hermione has been getting on good with Pansy.” Ron could not be more wrong. He saw less of Malfoy than he would like. After they had gone home after the game, Harry hadn’t seen any more of him since.
“You’re alright. I can deal. Should we meet in 30 minutes?”
“Perfect.” Ron said as he floated away. Harry decided to go tell Malfoy the plans. He slipped out of his flat to knock on Malfoy’s. No response. He could’ve sworn Malfoy was home.
“Potter, is that you?” He heard him call.
“Yeah, can I come in?”
“If you must.” Malfoy was standing in the door of his bedroom with only a towel around his waist. Harry’s eyes raked the bare chest. His voice caught in his throat. He would never, ever get used to Malfoy’s gorgeous body. The tattoos against the pale skin were enough to stop his heart. And that hair, wet and dripping, was urging Harry to run his hands through it. Shit, what was happening right now? He was sure his pupils had turned to hearts.
“Christ, Potter. Don’t look at me like that.” Harry’s eyes flicked up to his face. He looked positively flustered. Harry’s dick twitched.
“Pub night today. Hermione and Pansy’s idea.”
“Yes, I know. I need to get changed.” Harry wondered if this was Draco asking him to leave, but to his surprise, he beckoned him into his room. Harry flopped onto the pristine white comforter and watched as Draco peered into his neat wardrobe. While doing so he fumbled with a clasp of a necklace that he couldn’t quite seem to clasp. Without thinking, Harry eased behind the skinny man and took the clasp between his fingers. Malfoy’s skin buzzed under his touch.
“There.”
“Thank you.” Instead of going back to his place on the bed, Harry leaned against the wardrobe and looked in with him. Malfoy took out a black button up and crisp, black trousers.
“Such a proper git. It’s a pub night.” Harry was wearing light wash jeans and a brown sweater.
“Oh, now you have added fashion expert to your list of accomplishments?” Harry snorted.
“What about that jumper you snatched this morning? The royal blue one? You can wear your trousers with it.”
“You sure I shouldn’t wear those lovely joggers of yours?” Harry laughed heartily.
“That might send the world into a state of panic. Just imagine Ron’s face.” Something in Malfoy’s expression turned cold at this.
“Can’t have them knowing.” He said as he pulled on Harry’s jumper. Harry’s heart did weird things at that moment. A) this gorgeous man was wearing his clothes and that made the pants around Harry’s groin awfully tight for some reason and B) Draco didn’t want anyone knowing about them. Also, C) was there even anything to know about them from Malfoy’s point of view? Bollocks, Harry felt in over his head. “Let’s go.” Malfoy said sharply.
“Harry!” Hermione gave him a hug as he and Draco arrived at the booth. It was a bigger crowd than Harry was expecting, Ron and Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, Neville, Ginny and Luna, and Seamus and Dean. She pulled him down to the seat next to her while Draco slid into the other side of the booth. Prick.
“Good to see you, mate!” Ron said from the other side of Hermione and chorus of welcomes came from around the table.
“Great to see you all too!” He beamed. A pint was pressed into his hands by Neville and he was beyond grateful. The chatter immediately sprung forth like they had all been friends their whole lives. It warmed his heart to see no remaining animosity. Although, he was still caught up on the expressionless face that Malfoy wore. The worst part is he looked bloody fit in Harry’s jumper.
“Oi!” He felt Seamus reach over and grab his hand. “So it is true!” He looked to see everyone looking at the ring. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
“It was, er, because, y’know, Sirius.” Partly true. Most of them nodded but Hermione looked at him oddly. And of course, Draco was staring into his soul.
“I’m surprised Draco had the generosity in him! He loved that ring.” Blaise said loudly and cackled. The man could not hold his alcohol. At least Draco took his eyes of Harry to stare daggers at Blaise. He could practically feel Hermione’s gears turning next to him as she watched the interaction.
“I’m getting another pint.” He mumbled at no one in particular. Hours past and soon Harry was drunk and sitting criss cross applesauce on the booth. Ron and Hermione had left, Seamus was singing Billy Joel with Blaise and Pansy as Dean rested his head on his shoulder and Ginny and Luna were snogging in the corner.
“You ready to go? I’ll apparate up.” He felt Malfoy’s warm breath again his neck as he whispered to him.
“Yeah.” Harry stumbled to his feet, he had pins and needles from the way he had been sitting.
“Toodaloo, darlings!” Pansy giggled. They waved and Malfoy gently grabbed his elbow and pulled him outside. They were greeted by the flash of a camera.
“Fuck this shit.” Harry groaned and let his head fall against Draco’s shoulder. And then Malfoy apparated them.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” Malfoy said surprisingly gently.
“You still mad?” Harry grumbled as he let Draco lead him to bed.
“I wasn’t mad.”
“Mm.”
“Bye, Harry.”
“Nn, stay.” But Malfoy left. Bastard.
The next morning, Harry realized that he was fucked. Malfoy clearly did not want anything to do with Harry anymore but Harry went and got what must have been a pretty telling picture of them taken. Harry had the audacity to bury his fucking head into Draco. God, he didn’t even want to imaging the article they’d write on that. He went back to bed.