Passion Playground

A/N: ElaineMalfoy again! First off, a MILLION apologies for taking so long to update! You can really thank thepretender501 for kicking my arse into gear this week and getting me to update today, even amongst summer school work and other nonsense. She even added some delish smut in here just for all you patient readers. So yeah, she is awesome :D. Thanks for taking the time to read and review and for your patience it means so much more than you know!

Now, after the long delay, here is chapter 10. We hope it's lovable enough to make up for our prolonged absence*puppy dog eyes*. Once again we've been through a lot of edits and we hope you like it and that you're still interested. We've been distracted, but we're (hopefully) improved and determined to finish this for you! :D

(p.s. chap 11 is practically ready too and we will be posting it very soon :))


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"Oh shit!" Draco swore, jumping off of Harry's lap in one flash movement. Harry watched him look around frantically and then run behind the leather sofa. He rolled his eyes. No way was he going to deal with Draco's parents while Draco cowered in the background.

"Let them in," Harry told the bouncer resignedly.

"Certainly, Mr. Potter." The bouncer left the room.

Harry walked to the corner behind the couch where Draco had concealed himself and lifted him by his arm from the crouching position. "You have to face them sooner or later," he hissed into Draco's ear just as the door opened wide.

The Malfoys stood in the doorway in all their regal glory looking eerily beautiful but out of place in the dim glow of The Black Room.

"Draco?" Narcissa's voice sounded strained. She spotted her son- who shook off Harry's hold resentfully. "What are you doing here? Has he done something to you? Were you kidnapped? Is it the imperious? Amorentia?" She asked in the same tense voice. Her rigid stature was impressive and only second in elegance to her husband's.

Harry was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Draco remained silent, he seemed unsure of what to do with his hands. Hardly the only thing Draco was unsure of, Harry thought. He chanced a glance at Lucius and was taken aback when he realized slate eyes were lingering on the Veela dancer….

"Can you go away, please?" Narcissa suddenly snapped at the dancer; it was obvious that she had also noticed her husband's interest.

"As long as I get paid the full amount," the dancer's tone was condescending. He held out his hand to Harry- who paid him. Damn waste of money. He'd paid for an hour and hardly enjoyed 30 minutes thanks to the Malfoy family. The dancer glided past Narcissa and exited the room, silence followed. Harry envied him; he wanted nothing more than to leave as well. Then he remembered he didn't have to stick around. Draco was nothing to him, nothing but a gorgeous piece of ass. So why was he still here? He wasn't exactly a fan of drama.

Narcissa seemed to overlook him entirely. She gave herself permission to run to her son. She cradled him in her arms, like he was Teddy's age and had just fallen off of a toy broom and skinned his knee.

"You're safe now, darling. Come on, let's get you out of here. What were you thinking leaving the house so late?" She spoke in a low, controlled voice. Everything about Narcissa seemed well-controlled; her posture, her movements, her husband, her son. Harry wondered if her heart beat naturally or if she had to monitor that as well. She began to usher Draco out of the room. He let her lead him without a word.

Harry's body tensed and he clenched his fists. Go on, baby-Draco run back to mummy, he thought bitterly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to the plush sofa. He still had five minutes left. He could at least massage away the hard-on that Draco had saddled him with. He was surprised that Draco's behavior affected him so much. He hadn't felt this way since Roger-

Fuck.

There were several reasons why he created the one night stand rule; one of them being to avoid moments like this. Moments where he had to remember how painful it was when Roger left. He swallowed hard and realized his hands were shaking at the mere memory. He closed his eyes and steadied himself.

He didn't understand romantic love and all of its intricacies; he just knew how badly it hurt. He wasn't ready to lose anybody else and he certainly didn't want to harm another person. He had truly loved Ginny and it was difficult when they agreed not to rekindle their relationship after the war. Harry felt lost for long time. Of course, he was stronger now, if not a bit more cynical. Love created more problems than it solved, and Draco's obsession with the word just further emphasized his naïveté. Lucius was exiting the room behind his family when Harry heard it.

"W-wait, m-mother. I don't want to go."

Harry's heart rate increased in spite of him. His stomach hollowed out with that weird butterfly feeling he felt right before a quidditch match.

"I want- I want to stay with Harry," Draco mumbled his voice shaky. He untangled himself from Narcissa's grasp.

Harry couldn't believe his ears, surely there was too much build up in them. Was Draco actually disobeying his parents? Narcissa appeared to be thinking along the same lines. She quickly hid the flash of shock in her expression and reached for him again. Draco dodged her grasp and a hushed stillness overtook the room. Lucius' expression was unreadable and that bothered Harry.

"Draco, I thought you said he forced you to kiss him," Narcissa began, glancing at Harry uneasily; as if his presence would corrupt her as well. She continued in a lower tone as if he couldn't still hear every word in the tense silence of the room, "let's go home. It's late and we have breakfast with the Parkinson's in the morning."

She captured his wrist and pulled him towards the door again. Lucius' mouth twitched as if he was going to speak but then changed his mind.

"But-but I was lying…" Draco started again, "Harry didn't force me. I wanted it. I still want to be here. With him."

A warm feeling washed over Harry as the tension shifted in the room. His heart pounded with apprehension. Even in the unnatural lighting, Harry caught the anger that flashed in Narcissa's blue eyes. Still, she remained calm. Lucius' features were tightened in anger. Harry was surprised that he had yet to open his mouth.

"Draco!" Narcissa spoke more urgently, "Let's go, now. We will talk about this when we get home." Her façade was cracking.

Harry was impressed by Draco's show of will power but he seemed to have worn himself out. A pretty blush crept over his pale face and he followed his mother dejectedly from the room.

"Narcissa," Lucius finally spoke. Her head whipped around and her light eyebrows were at her hair line. "Just let him stay," Lucius' velvety tone lingered in the smoky air. That was clearly the last thing anyone expected from the intimidating man, and everyone in the room seemed shocked in some way or another.

Narcissa's eyes had narrowed into slits and Draco's mouth dropped. Harry wrung out his fingers and his thoughts were muddied as he imagined what Draco's open mouth could swallow.

Narcissa turned to her husband, incredulous, "what do you mean 'let- him-stay'? Are you insane? I'm not letting my little boy be defiled by some-" she broke off looking at Harry again. Harry wished more than anything he'd left or at the very least brought his invisibility cloak. "I'm not letting him stay here," she amended.

"He is not a boy anymore. He's a man and we agreed to do things my way if your way didn't work. And it is all too apparent that your way has failed." Irritation tainted Lucius' words.

"No, Lucius! We didn't give it enough time," Narcissa was pleading now, bordering desperation, "I need more time!"

Harry and Draco watched the two of them argue, looking back and forth between them, neither daring to interrupt.

"He doesn't need more time. We have to let him go at some point. He is 22 years old. He needs to grow up," Lucius insisted coldly.

"And this is your proposed way of allowing him to grow up? Putting him out on the street so he can frequent dodgy strip clubs with Potter?" she spat. All traces of calm dissipated. She appeared to have forgotten Harry was in the room.

Harry could see why it was so easy for Draco to become dependent upon his parents. Narcissa's behavior reminded him of how Aunt Petunia used to treat Dudley.

"Narcissa, you agreed to my terms before we came down here. Now let's get out before our names end up in the papers too," Lucius hissed with finality. He grabbed onto his wife's hand protectively-and maybe a bit forcefully.

She looked like she'd just been slapped. "I-I need more time," she whispered. She gazed longingly at her son and when he didn't run into her arms, she fixed Harry with a cold glare. Harry fought the urge to cringe, because she was rather formidable in the lighting. His mind inexplicably brought up the image of an offended Veela. Instead of pouncing on Harry, however, Narcissa huffed and allowed Lucius to lead her out of the room.

Harry turned to Draco- who looked relieved and rather embarrassed. His face reddened and he looked at the wall. "Don't say a word, Potter," he grumbled.

"I was almost proud of you for a moment there," Harry smirked.

"Almost? Are you kidding? My whole life is ruined because I took your stupid advice. They'll probably never speak to me again. And all I get is 'almost'?"

"Well, you wouldn't be here now if your dad didn't talk down your mum."

Truthfully, Harry was quite impressed. Narcissa Malfoy was obviously a very forceful woman, and he'd seen all 5 grown Weasley men cower before an angry Mrs. Weasley.

"That's not true-" Draco stopped short when Harry's arms were around him. Draco's body tensed and that pretty blush deepened. Harry smiled and kissed his cheek, and then he trailed kisses down to Draco's kissable lips. The blond made soft, delicious noises of enjoyment that Harry devoured eagerly. Just then, the door swung open and they both looked up.

It was the bouncer, "Mr. Potter, your time in here is up."

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While they made their way out of the club, Draco walked very close to Harry and tried to intertwine their fingers.

"Stop it!" Harry snapped.

"What's your problem, Potter? Why are you so temperamental?" Draco sneered, obviously hurt.

"The press will go mad if they catch the two of us together and even more so if we're caught holding hands," Harry explained as he pushed open the heavy metal door to the front of the club.

Draco followed closely behind him, he didn't seem to understand, "don't be so-" he started.

"It's Potter!" a dreadfully familiar voice shouted.

Before Harry could even shield his face, camera flashes were going off.

"Finally, we meet the infamous blond conquest! Or, dare I say, boyfriend? Draco Malfoy, would you mind granting us a little interview?" Rita Skeeter practically bounced. Her quick quotes quill was jotting away furiously.

"What?!" Draco spat indignantly. "After all of those lies you printed about me? Yea, I have some words for you-"

"Draco, don't!" Harry growled. He grabbed Draco's arm and apparated them to Pensieve Hideaway before he could say anything else. They turned up right outside of the gate and Harry led Draco into the lobby.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry hissed, angrily.

Draco crossed his arms and glared. "Don't you remember all that bad stuff they printed about me?" he asked defensively.

"They do that to everyone. It's. the. press."

"Well-" For once, Draco was at a loss for words.

The lift arrived and the doors opened with a loud ding.

"Come on," Harry said resignedly. Draco sulked and followed him inside.


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"So I can stay here?" Draco asked hopefully as they entered Harry's flat.

"You can stay one night," Harry emphasized the word one. "As long as your mother doesn't hire a hit man to off me or something," He added. He was joking but he shivered all the same as he remembered the look on Narcissa's face.

Draco slumped onto the couch dejectedly. The mention of his mother seemed to remind him of the reality of his disobedience, "I'm screwed."

"No you're not," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around. He was never very good with comforting words. He sat on the couch next to Draco and traced the line of his jaw with his thumb.

Draco looked at him and Harry witnessed the pink tongue snaking out from behind Draco's lips. "I don't have a place to live. If I go home, she'll make me marry Pansy. I just know it."

Harry didn't doubt this. A far away voice was very irritated at the idea of Pansy and Draco, together. A voice that grew stronger as Draco keened into the feel of Harry's hand. Harry removed his hand and cleared his throat, "What if I help you find a job?"

That seemed to cheer Draco up. "Okay!" he beamed and Harry couldn't help but to smile in response. "Can I stay here until I do?" Draco asked, looking up at Harry through light brown eyelashes.

Harry gritted his teeth. That look just wasn't fair. It must've been the same look that caused Draco's parents to spoil him so terribly rotten. Damn it. How could he say no?

"You smell like smoke. Go and shower while I think about it."

"I knew you loved me." Draco grinned and got to his feet.

"Don't get so excited. I said I'll think about it."

But it was all too apparent that Draco was about to get his way again.

"Shower with me?" Pale eyebrows were quirked.

And again.

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Draco's eyes followed Harry's every movement. "You look brilliant wet," Harry smirked.

"I look brilliant all of the time," Draco said with a smug half smile. Even with the snarky tone, there was something achingly vulnerable about haughty Draco, naked before him. And whatever it was, it was damn beautiful.

Harry stepped closer, closing the gap between them. He could feel Draco's cock press against his own. Water splashed into Draco's eyes and he blinked. In that moment, Harry placed a kiss on his nose.

A smile tugged at Draco's lips and Harry covered it with another kiss. The spark jarred through his body and he stood up straighter. The power behind it scared him but he fought through it. Draco hummed into his mouth and Harry's cock twitched at the vibration. He slid his tongue over Harry's bottom lip and then sucked it into his mouth, nibbling it gently like sweet candy he never wanted to finish. Harry groaned; the wanker was doing it on purpose. He was driving Harry mad on purpose.

Harry gasped and abruptly ended the kiss. He eyed Draco hungrily; he needed more. He wasn't prepared for the terrified expression on Draco's face. "Did I do something wrong?" his eyes were wide. Harry would've laughed but Draco's skin was inflamed with that humiliated red color he wore so well.

"Turn around," Harry grinned, reaching for his shampoo bottle. Draco remained fixed to the spot, the uneasy blush on his face spreading. Surely he didn't doubt his ability to kiss... Draco exposed, like this, was damn hot.

"The kiss was perfect," Harry reassured, "now turn around and let me fuck you… er…I mean, wash your hair." Harry smiled waving the shampoo bottle innocently. A trademark smirk spread over Draco's lips and he turned without another word and Harry was glad.

He traced the curvature of Draco's spine, appreciating the roundness of his bum. He smiled; satisfied by the slight quaking of Draco's body even as heated steam packed the room. He filled his hand with a copious amount of shampoo and lathered it into wet blond hair. He teased it through the fine locks while he rubbed against Draco's hole with the length of his cock.

Draco gasped and groaned and pressed his forehead against the glass. "Is this where you want it?" Harry dropped a shampoo moistened hand down to Draco's arse and wiggled his fingers inside. He nipped at the blade of Draco's shoulder.

"Harry…" Draco begged.

"So much to teach you," Harry murmured into the pale skin of Draco's neck.

"Harry, please." Then a deep inhalation and a different tone, "Ohh... Harry… fuck!"

Harry smiled as Draco's heated arsehole practically consumed his cock. "Oh fuck," Draco repeated. He pressed his palms against the shower wall.

"It feels good the second time," Harry grunted, "doesn't it?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco chanted as Harry found his rhythm. His voice was throaty and raw.

"Relax, Draco…" Harry whispered as Draco clenched tightly around his length. "It feels so-" Draco attempted to explain, but a particularly hard thrust made him cry out instead. Harry shuddered at the sound.

It would be minutes before Draco was at his breaking point if he didn't relax. Harry stopped moving and pinned Draco to the glass. "Don't-" Draco was panting, "stop."

"Stay still," Harry whispered; he steadied Draco's rocking hips.

Draco did as he was told, his breathing was frantic and his body burned like heated steel. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and buried his head in the space between Draco's neck and shoulder. The hot water relentlessly pounded away at them. He wasn't sure how long he could stay motionless inside of Draco but he would try until Draco became as calm as was possible with a cock inside of his tight arse.

"I-" Draco tried, he was jerking awkwardly and Harry was afraid he'd come already but a quick glance calmed him. Draco was still as erect as ever.

"Let's keep you nice and hard," Harry breathed.

"I-I-can't," Draco shook.

"Think about something nasty."

"I am." Draco was fighting Harry's grasp and his hips started moving again. Harry gave in. They could practice later. He rocked into Draco again, every push deeper than the last. The pressure on his cock as Draco squeezed almost brought Harry to an early orgasm. It only took a couple more decent thrusts before white, sticky liquid joined droplets of water on the glass shower wall.

"Nice," Harry whispered as Draco attempted to catch his breath. He shook his head and it was obvious that he was going to panic about coming too soon but Harry didn't want to hear it. He slipped out of Draco and turned him so roughly that he stumbled and fell into the glass. Harry was on him in seconds, swallowing every desperate gasp that escaped Draco's lips.

Harry's cock beat in time with his heart and an odd thought entered into his otherwise lust clouded mind. He could live with Draco. He wouldn't mind it, for a short while anyway. Harry wanted him. And maybe it wasn't pure lust - it definitely wasn't love- but whatever it was, Harry wanted it and he didn't want to share.



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A/N: Phew looks like our boys are getting back on track. And Draco has to get a job *snicker* but do they have Pansy, Narcissa and the press out of their hair? hmmm, I doubt it. hehe :D

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