Yes, Sir

Going to Firewhiskey’s wasn’t exactly going like how Harry had wanted it to. 

The munch wasn’t due to start for another half an hour, but someone needed to be there to greet the munch-goers in case someone new showed up early. Normally Draco would be the one here early-he was in charge of planning the munches, after all-but he was running late. Something to do with his work at the ministry running over. 

So here Harry was, dressed in nice black slacks and a dress shirt. He’d forgone the tie and top button, seeing as Firewhiskey’s is an informal bar and he really would rather not stand out too much. 

Since the war, he’d spent a lot of time in the muggle world trying to blend into the woodwork. It was too much now, going to the magical world; worshipers would flock to him in a matter of mere milliseconds and overwhelm him. His friends didn’t like the attention they received, but at least it died down when they politely asked the tabloids to notify the public that they wish to be left alone. Harry, being the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Defeat-You-Know-Who, didn’t have that luxury. 

Harry thought back to how he’d landed here. It was just after the war had ended-only a few days after the Malfoy family trial. Harry had just stood in defence of Narcissa and Draco, pleading that Narcissa was just trying to protect her son and that Draco was a child being spoon-fed information by a narcissistic father who demanded Draco be his perfect spitting image. A child who didn’t know any better because no one around him had bothered to try to help until it was too late. 

Harry had been invited by Mrs. Malfoy and Draco for lunch a few afternoons later and he would forever be grateful that he did. He almost backed out at least a dozen times, but ended up going at the behest of Hermione. She had told him to stop complaining and to just get on with it and then mentioned some such rot about not having any regrets if he just went to see what they wanted. 

It turns out, Draco had wanted to apologize. 

He’d clearly spent a lot of time thinking about the things he had wanted to say and had clearly practiced his apology, making Harry think he was sincere. Mrs. Malfoy-or Narcissa, as he was told to call her-had also prepared an apology for him, although hers was more heartfelt and less diplomatic than Draco’s had been. 

She had excused herself after Harry told them both that they were forgiven-they had only been trying to do what they needed to do to save their family. A faint sob could be heard as she neared the end of the hallway before disappearing from sight. 

“Well, I thought she’d start crying right here. She’s been very torn up about all this.” Harry turned back to face Draco. 

“It’s been hard on everyone, I understand her grief. Even though I can’t fully empathize, I do understand how horrible it is to lose those close to you.” 

The two had kept up with each other after that, even going so far as to run owls back and forth every day. They’d quickly realized how much each of them have grown in the last year and that they understood each other a lot better than they thought they would.

So when Harry failed to make it to a preplanned dinner that Draco and Narcissa had invited him to, Draco marched right into Harry’s home and gave him a verbal lashing of a lifetime. 

“I don’t particularly care if you’ve had a hard time today, my mother and I spent hours in the kitchen today making dinner and dessert! Hell, just sit there and be sad for all I care but you’ve got to come over and eat some of this food. I won’t let you sit here and mope all by yourself, I’ll drag mother and all of that food over here if need be.”

“You don’t understand Draco, I just...I don’t know how to feel right now and I’m a little high strung because of it. I’ve been on edge all bloody day since that reporter cornered me.” Something Harry had said made Draco take pause. At the time, Harry couldn’t figure it out, but looking back it was obvious. 

“Harry, can I ask you something?” Harry had nodded slowly, not sure where Draco was trying to take the conversation but curious nonetheless. “You told me you took mind magic lessons with Severus during school, right? Do me a favour and lower your Occlumency shields. I’m going to send a feeling to you and I want you to tell me if that’s what you need right now, okay?” It took much longer than Harry would like to admit to take his shields down. Even though it was a miniscule amount, it was hard for Harry to let them down at all. He’d done nothing but practice and practice and practice after Sirius died and all throughout his little camping adventure. 

The feeling he’d felt then, as Draco pushed emotions at him, was incredible. The feeling of being lighter than air with so much adrenaline and pleasure thrashing inside his skin, only to be tightly reined in and held in control of various points of pain. Everything was all encompassing and yet he could feel each individual nerve ending in his entire body receiving both pleasure and pain at the same time. 

He was left gasping and on the floor only a mere second after the feeling left him. His walls slammed back into place. The hardness in his pants would normally embarrass him, but right now he couldn’t even be bothered to care that his erection was straining at his trousers. He was astonished when he realized that nothing had even touched him.

“Whatever the bloody fuck that was, it’s exactly what I needed.” He was blown away by what he’d just felt, and even more so when he realized he was much happier and felt less tense than before. “Draco, what was that?”

“Let me take you out this Tuesday.” 

And that’s how he’d been introduced to the world of kink. Draco did take him out on Tuesday, straight to muggle London to a rather obnoxiously packed cafe to what everyone had been calling a munch. A gathering for people who had kinks and wanted to explore other people who were interested in similar things. The whole evening was just normal socializing-vanilla, they called it. He’d gotten a lot of really good advice that day, and even asked Draco when the next one was. 

They’d gone every single week after that, only to have to stop going when the munch leader moved away. Everyone had stopped going, no one took up the position to organize munches due to work and home lives. It prompted Draco to find his business contacts, hoping one would be able to point him in the direction of a reliable event planner. Instead, what he found set off a chain reaction. 

Instead of someone who could help him figure out how to run a munch, he found a commercial building for sale in London and purchased the entire building. After it was all said and done, Draco was the new owner of Firewhiskey’s-a magical themed bar that held munches every Tuesday.

Except this Tuesday happened to be particularly boring since it was an hour into the munch and no one had even bothered to show up yet. Harry sighed. Draco rarely ran late, so he couldn’t really be mad about it. 

“Do stop daydreaming, Harry. It’s unbecoming.” Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice coming from behind him. 

“Draco, I thought you’d be at least another hour.”

“So did I,” the blond snorted. “Apparently Granger pushed my permits through for the dungeon. How she managed to do that when the permits I needed are muggle permits-” 

“Oh didn’t I tell you? She’s the new Interrelations Specialist of the Ministry of Magic. She does all the communicating between the muggle and magical ministries. Mostly it’s been about architecture lately, the muggles are trying to restore buildings that lead into the magical world like the Leaky Cauldron and that’s causing some issues. It wouldn’t have been hard for her to do.”

That seemed to stop Draco short for a moment. He cleared his throat. 

“Well, I’ll have to send her flowers to thank her. In other news, the dungeon plans were approved so the contractors can get to work first thing next week.”

“That’s great news, especially since Flora announced she was shutting her dungeon down. People will be itching to get in!” It seemed like Draco had brought the rush with him, because after that Harry was too focused on catching up with people to talk to Draco much more for a while.

Towards the end of the munch, Harry turned to say something to Draco and instead watched Neville walk in the door and head straight for the group of munchers. 

Harry’s jaw practically hit the floor-he hadn’t seen Neville in at least three years and he found himself really admiring the body he’d developed since school.

The black jumper did little to hide the broad shoulders and toned muscles and his jeans happened to hug his thighs ever so nicely. The smile was just icing on the cake. 

“Hi, I’m Dragon. You must be looking for the munch, right?” Draco had intercepted Neville early to make sure Harry’s real name wasn’t accidentally brought up. The last thing either one of them wanted was for the magical world to find out where they spent their time in muggle London. Neville merely smirked and held out his hand. 

“People call me Merlin. I’m sure you can guess why,” and the wink that followed was positively sinful. This time Harry saw Draco’s mouth nearly hit the floor with how bold Neville’s flirting was. 

Once Harry had been introduced as Lightning, the two talked to Neville for the rest of the evening. When they went to leave, Harry turned to Neville and invited him over to his flat for his and Draco’s post-munch evening. There the three talked about what they’d been up to in the last few years and how Neville ended up at a munch to begin with. 

“Well, if you must know, Seamus and Dean were given a lot of...interesting magazines when we were younger. They could never seem to figure out why the extra kinky ones always disappeared.”

“Oh that’s right, I remember they used to keep me up all hours of the night arguing over whose magazine was where.”

“Yeah, I was taking them. I really liked the idea of having control over something in my life, and that was the first time I was introduced to the idea of someone being a Dominant. The first time I realized I wanted to be in that position was an eye-opener, let me tell you. Gran would murder me if she knew, though.”

“Draco introduced me to it. I was having a really hard time with everything after things settled down a little, so Draco took the opportunity to show me what I might be missing.” Neville’s eyes flashed between the two.

“So are you two a thing?” Draco laughed and Harry just rolled his eyes. 

“We have an agreement. We play with each other for fun-feelings are not allowed in any of our scenes. We’re not relationship compatible enough to be boyfriends. He gets a kick out of hurting me and I get a kick out of being hurt, it works well for us. Play is play, everything else is purely friendship.” 

“So you’re not dating each other?” Harry and Draco both shook their heads. “Good, then you won’t mind if I ask what sorts of things you’re into specifically.” Neville leaned forward, giving his full and undivided attention to Harry. 

Harry managed to finally squeak out a small “Me?” before Draco cut him off. 

“Oh Harry’s an absolute sucker for the fulguris spell.”

“Isn’t that the offshoot of the cruciatus?” Draco nodded. 

“The one that feels like small sparks of lighting in a concentrated area? Yes, it is. And he can’t get enough of it.” Harry was blushing something furious by now, but he wasn’t about to argue with the truth.

“Interesting, considering that I like to use that particular spell.” Harry’s breath hitched at the thought of Neville standing over him and casting that spell. The pain didn’t cause any actual damage unless you thrashed into something hard enough and the pleasure that accompanied it was simply exquisite. He practically melted into the couch until he realized Neville had asked him something and was clearly waiting for an answer. 

“Er, what did you say?” Draco huffed. 

“Neville just asked you if you’d negotiate with him-sheesh you’re impossible.”

“Oh, uh, sure. I’ll warn you though, I’m rather picky.”

“If everything goes well, you won’t have the mental capacity to be picky by the time I’m through with you Lightning.” Harry shivered at the deep tone Neville had delivered his name in. Harry practically melted into goo right then and there. He briefly wondered how Neville knew to say things just right to make him turn to liquid. 

Whatever the case, it made Harry very happy to hear it come from Neville and quickly set up a time to negotiate a scene.