Harry slipped through the door of the room, his eyes flicking around it, searching for the man who was meant to be in here with him.
He huffed, annoyed, and turned around, leaving the room. A cold, pale hand suddenly closed around his wrist, pressing hard. A cruel voice hissed into his ear and Harry stilled.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ asked the unmistakable voice of the man he had been looking for.
~~~
Lonely, waking through the corridors of Hogwarts after the battle, and he was lost in his thoughts. Ron had escaped back to the Great Hall, Hermione with him. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but can’t stomach the thought of sitting in the Hall, thinking about the bodies in the room over.
Bam.
Harry falls backward, pushed over by a tall body.
‘Potter,’ Malfoy sneered, his lip curling. ‘The Great Saviour, everyone!’ he announced in a ridiculous voice, ‘look at him! Playing in the dirt. Is that the best you can do, Potty?’ Malfoy added, leaning down and whispering the final comment into Harry’s ear like a stream of poison.
‘Sod off, Malfoy,’ Harry growled back, struggling to his feet. He brushed past him, and couldn’t help but add, ‘at least I’ve still got something to my name.’
Malfoys lip curled, and he moved toward Harry. ‘If you help me out, I could help you too. What do you think, Harry?’
Harry stilled. Something about hearing his name said by Malfoy in that way, soft and seductive, sent a rush of heat down his body. He ignored the feeling, and turned to Malfoy with one eyebrow raised. ‘I hardly think that I need help from you.’
‘That’s where you’re wrong.’ Moving closer, Malfoy cast an appreciative glance down his body. ‘I could make you much happier than that Weaslette bitch.’
‘Watch your mouth!’ Harry responded, angrily.
Smirking, Malfoy walked closer, using his body to push Harry toward the wall when Harry didn’t move back for him. Realising he was trapped, Harry raised his fists, but Malfoy simply grabbed them and forced them above his head and slowly, slowly moved his face closer to Harry’s.
‘Tell me you don’t want this, Potter. Tell me that you haven't thought about this very scene, and I’ll walk away.’
Harry didn’t say anything, didn't do anything. ‘Thought so.’
But Harry did do something when Malfoy kissed him.
He kissed him back.
And later, he touched him in return as well.
~~~
Harry spun in the man’s grip and pulled him closer, crushing their lips together. As Harry buried his hands in pale hair, the other man moaned quietly, grasping at Harry’s hair, pulling it.
‘Missed me, Malfoy?’ Harry murmured against his lips.
Even with his hands on Harry’s buttocks, Malfoy managed to sneer. ‘I can get a warm body anywhere.’
‘Not this body,’ Harry replied, and allowed Malfoy to push him back into a chair and straddle him.
Malfoy growled in agreement, and slipped his hands between the two of them. Harry squirmed, almost unseating Malfoy at the feel of Malfoy’s hands on his trousers, pulling them open, moving his fingers to brush against erection in Harry’s crotch. Not to be outdone, Harry moved his hands down too, purposely gliding them over Malfoy’s body to do so. Malfoy bucked, just once, and Harry couldn’t help but grin as he palmed Malfoy under his pants.
‘Harry! Harry, where are you?’ Hermione called out from the corridor, and Malfoy cursed.
‘Your fucking friends.’
Harry pushed at Malfoy’s chest, and with a cruel hiss and another whispered comment about Harry’s friends, he climbed off Harry.
‘See you Malfoy,’ Harry shrugged, buttoning up his pants and moving to the door.
‘Potter.’ His name stopped him short, and Harry turned around. ‘Anything to tell me?’
‘A raid, next week on the Manor.’
‘And you didn’t tell me, why?’
‘Merlin, Malfoy, we just finished. And the deal was you get me off, I tell you something, or help you out. You didn’t get me off.’
Something ugly contorted his features, and Harry fought the urge to step back from the fury on Malfoy’s face. ‘That is only because of your friends, Potter. Do not forget that I can remove them fairly easily. You too.’
Harry shrugged, moving back. ‘Whatever, Malfoy. You need me too much.’
~~~
‘Didn’t think you’d show.’
Harry turned to glare at the man sitting on the chair. ‘I keep my promises.’
Malfoy looked at him sceptically, eyes as cold as they always were. Except for that night in the corridor two days ago , his mind added, and Harry tried to tune it out. You know, when he orgasmed. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, seeing him so open, so vulnerable. Harry shut off the voice, and glanced over Malfoy critically.
‘What are we doing here?’
‘Here’s the deal, Potter. I get you off, and in return you help me out in any manner I want, with your complete discretion. If you do tell someone, they die. Quickly and cleanly, and they’ll disappear. The only one who will know that they’re dead is you.’
Turn around, the rational part of Harry’s mind whispered. You don’t need this person in your life.
But, he thought back, think of the sex. If that one time is anything to by, and that wasn’t even real sex, he’ll be amazing in bed. Better than even Ginny.
‘Alright, Malfoy,’ he heard himself saying, ‘if you prove that you can do it. Tonight.’
Smirking, Malfoy leant back, opened his legs and said ‘you’ll come around.’
And sure enough, as Harry saw stars for the second time in two days at the hands of his long-time enemy and rival, he agreed with what Malfoy had said.
~~~
Hermione was watching him as he crept out of the lobby, her eyes sharp. She knew that Harry wasn’t leaving, it was much too early, and Harry knew that if he got caught, it would spell disaster for everyone. But Malfoy had become an addiction, like a bad drug that only caused Harry pain, but he couldn’t leave it alone.
For once, Malfoy was in the shadowed room before Harry, and when Harry entered, he sat up from where he had been reclining on the bed. ‘Took your time.’
Shrugging, Harry moved over to him and pushed Malfoy back onto the bed with one hand, climbing onto him and kissing him fiercely. ‘Had to lose ‘Mione,’ he told Malfoy against his lips.
Grabbing him by the hips, Malfoy flipped Harry over and ground against him. ‘Don’t mention that Mudblood in my presence,’ he threatened, and Harry’s rational voice chimed in again. There he goes, like always. Disrespecting your friends, insulting Ginny, even when you broke up with her for him, and he doesn’t even like you. You’re a business transaction. Shut up, Harry growled to his inner voice, and it’s only when the body atop him stills that he realised that he said that last bit aloud.
‘Making too much noise for you, Potter?’ Malfoy asked, slowly sliding his hands down Harry, stopping at every button to undo it. ‘Let’s see how much noise you can make.’
His shirt now fully off, Malfoy moved onto Harry’s pants, sliding them off in one quick movement and wrapping his hand around Harry and squeezing.
Harry yelped, rising right up off the bed, and Malfoy smirked as he pushed Harry back down to continue the torture.
That night, when Harry rejoined the gala, Ron asked him curiously if he heard the moans and cries from one of the rooms off the lobby. Desperately hiding his blush, Harry shrugged and questioned Ron on who heard them, pretending to care.
~~~
Harry was going to break it off with him. It had gone too far. Afterall, after three years of arguing in public and fucking in private, both tend to lose their charm.
Yet when Harry apparated into the room Malfoy had rented for one of their few all night sessions, and saw Malfoy on the bed, naked, he still walked over to his public enemy number one with every intention of climbing into bed with him.
‘Hello, Potter.’
‘Malfoy. Prepping yourself?’ Harry asked, stripping himself of his clothes and standing over the other man.
‘You’ll be needing it more than me. What lie did you tell your friends about tonight?’
Harry winced. He knew that it was required to lie to his friends about this arrangement, as they would be furious, consorting with someone known to still follow the Dark Arts, and wore the Dark Mark on his arm with pride. Everyone had been shocked when he testified for Malfoy and Narcissa in court, as per their deal, and they would fall over if he announced that he’d been sleeping with Malfoy for the better part of three years.
‘Nothing important. You, however, must need something massive if it’s an all-nighter. Last time this happened, you needed me to push a bill through legalising some of your actions.’
‘You don’t want to know. I'll tell you later, when you’re honour-bound to follow our deal. Stupid Gryffindores,’ he added under his breath.
Harry stiffened, but allowed Malfoy to pull him on top of him and touch him softly, and soon enough, harder.
Despite the promise he had made to himself, Harry welcomed the climax every time he reached it, and that morning, watching Malfoy sleep peacefully, no trace of a scowl on his face, well, what had he been thinking when he turned up?
~~~
A week after their last real meeting, Harry met up with Malfoy again, and sometime between slamming into him and him exploding all over Harry’s chest, Harry realised that he might love Malfoy. By the end of their next assignation, only four days later, he was sure.
And, of course, Hermione noticed.
She questioned him about it extensively, but Harry always managed to deflect, and it slowly crept up on him, perhaps through Hermone’s constant pestering, that he had to do something about it.
He briefly considered breaking it off with Malfoy, but that sent him into the bathroom to be sick.
Then he thought about telling Malfoy, but that too sent him to the bathroom.
Finally, he decided to simply push down his feelings, enjoy what Malfoy was giving him, and slowly wean himself off the man.
So the next time they met, he did just that, and turned down the next invitation, which ended up with a furious Malfoy at his door. They had a massive fight, and an even bigger duel, right in Harry’s living room, which reminded Harry of what kind of person Malfoy was. Following the fight, however, Harry woke the next morning with Malfoy naked in bed next to him.
And Harry knew he couldn't give him up. Not anymore, if ever.
Harry also tried, and succeeded, in avoiding Hermione’s questions, and she soon laid off him.
Until the next ball they both attended.
Harry had snuck away to Malfoy, in an abandoned courtroom that had the chair in the middle transfigured into a massive bed. Malfoy liked using the chains in that room to bind Harry, and his eyes would often gleam with pleasure and satisfaction to see the Saviour of the Wizarding War chained up and begging Malfoy for release.
That night, though, they had just been grinding against each other, Harry on Malfoy’s lap with his back to the door as they had jerked one another off.
Hermione was scarred for life.
When she walked into the room, after following up on a noise complaint that landed her here, in front of the two men shagging each other desperately.
As she watched, horrified, transfixed, Draco Malfoy lifted his flushed, normally pale face framed with flyaway blonde strands, and Hermione startled. She had never seen Malfoy so dishevelled, or so loose.
He leered at her, jerking his toward the door, his warning clear. Fuck off. Shaking her head, Hermione shook her head and planted her feet stubbornly.
Malfoy shot her a death glare, and pulled his face back behind the other mans, slowly easing backward to and flipping the dark-haired man onto his stomach, before slipping his fingers between his crack and causing the most dreadful moans.
Casting on final look at the woman in the doorway, Malfoy pushed his dick into the other man’s body, and fucked him like there was no tomorrow.
‘Fuck, Malfoy,’ the body beneath Malfoy moaned, ‘yes, Draco!’
And Hermione shrieked.
‘HARRY?!?!!’ Pushing himself up and spinning around, Harry was confronted with his best friend's horrified glare and Hermione stared in shock at her surrogate brother, who was sitting in the circle of Malfoy’s arms, Malfoy’s penis still inside him.
‘Way to kill the mood, Granger,’ Malfoy growled, and hissed something into Harry’s ear, who in turn glared at Malfoy in anger.
Looking back at Hermione, Harry wordlessly gestured for her to go.
‘No, Harry. What in Merlin’s pants is going on here?’ This earned a chuckle from Malfoy, but Harry untangled himself from the other man and moved toward Hermione.
‘We’ve been… meeting up? Maybe? For about four years now.’
‘Just to… do that?’ Hermione asked, shocked that Harry would even consider sleeping with someone as foul and wicked as Malfoy.
‘No…’ he turned back to Malfoy, who shrugged carelessly, which only worried Hermione more. Why wasn’t he more upset?
‘He gets me off, we both enjoy each other, and I help him out in return.’ Harry at least had the grace to look sheepish.
‘Harry,’ Hermione groaned, ‘why?’
‘It worked, I enjoyed it,’ Harry shrugged.
‘And it’s good sex, didn’t you see, Mudblood?’ Malfoy added, and Harry’s shoulders tensed. 'And I swore to Harry that if anyone interferes with what we are doing, they're gone.'
Something about the way Malfoy said that sent a shiver of fear down Hermione's spine, and she swallowed nervously as she realised why Malfoy hadn't minded her finding out, and she flicked her gaze over to Harry, who looked furious.
'And I made it clear that that's not happening!'
'Sure, Potter,' Malfoy murmured, condescendingly, 'whatever you say. This Mudblood, though, surely she can give us some feedback before she... goes,' Malfoy finished delicately.
At that point, a yelling match ensued, with Harry effectively ending it by screaming,
‘I love him! Ok, Hermione? That’s why I’m doing this. I didn’t always, but once I did, I couldn’t stop.’ Behind Harry, Malfoy went very still.
‘No,’ Harry whispered, when he turned to see Malfoy collecting his clothes with a blank, cold expression. ‘Malfoy, Draco, stop.’
Furious, Malfoy turned to Harry and hissed, 'To you, always, my name is Malfoy. Do not even think of calling me differently, Potter. I told you that I could get another body, and I will. I don’t need you anymore. I never really did’
And with that, Draco Malfoy, Death Eater and cold-hearted villain, walked out of Harry Potter’s life. With no chance of return.
And Harry simply fell apart.