Passion Playground

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The intro to this chapter is from a general omniscient pov and the rest is from Harry's. I hope that doesn't confuse you at all. Enjoy!


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"Where is he?" Padma Patil muttered crossly.

"Relax Patil, he'll be here soon," Cormac Mclaggen replied anxiously. He ran his hands through his short, curly dirty-blonde hair.

"You were so adamant about the rest of us being here for this press appearance. Why aren't you rounding him up, Mclaggen?" Padma continued, turning on Cormac. Her annoyance was written all over her face. Her dark brown eyes narrowed dangerously at him.

"Lay off Padma, okay ... he said he would be here," Cormac wrung his fingers impatiently.

"You're the worst team manager ever," Padma growled. She shoke her head irritated, her long wavy brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. Of course he would be biased because of his well known crush on their seeker.

Cormac waved her away and walked past the entryway of the club once again. He peered inside apprehensively. The nightclub was packed to capacity and it wasn't exactly a small place. Several people were spilling outside in order to escape the heat indoors.

The QW was the biggest and most popular club in Passion Alley. Tonight many of Britain's top quidditch teams were in town for an upcoming tournament. The most high profile homosexual quidditch players were scattered up and down the block. The QW was throwing them a welcoming party and in most pubs and restaurants their drinks were free. The streets, clubs, and bars were packed with fans and players.

"Patil! Thomas! Could we get some autographs?" several people sidled up to where Padma and Dean stood, recognizing them as the chasers from the Chudley Canons quidditch team. Dean and Padma routinely began signing pictures of their team. A dwarfed man with a very large camera started snapping photos.

"Where ees 'Arry?" A stout member of the press nearly demanded. He was a rather impatient French journalist from OWN magazine named Pierre Benoit.

"Yea, where is Harry?"

"Did he come out tonight?" other reporters began to chip in. They were all getting rather restless. They were rabid for every tidbit of coverage on the legendary boy who lived.

This time it was Dean who turned to glare at Cormac, "Just get him already," he snapped.

Mclaggen heaved a sigh and finally conceded to enter the packed nightclub.

"Why is he our manager again?" Padma hissed, turning to Dean.

"Cause he's in love with Potter, just like everybody else," Dean responded stiffly.


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"Just ungh five more minutes, I swear…" Harry breathed his voice shaking with measured lust.

"God Harry, you're such a whore," Mclaggen said exasperated. If he was affected by the sight before him, he didn't show it.

A handsome young man in blue and grey was on his knees in front of Harry giving him a blow job. The man moaned onto Harry's hard member, and the vibration only served to increase the pleasure Harry derived from the sensation. The auburn haired man moved back and forth vigorously taking Harry's hard cock as deep as his slick mouth would allow.

"Just…hold…on" Harry gasped, nearing his climax with every delicate roll of the tongue over his most sensitive areas. He steadied his breathing and let the ecstasy flow over him in waves. Harry held onto the wall behind him to stay as stable as possible while he exploded into the succulent mouth.

The boy, whose name still escaped Harry, stood up smiling expectantly.

"Sorry kid, he can't stay. Maybe he'll sign your autograph some other time" Mclaggen shooed him away self importantly.

"I don't need an autograph! I'm a player," he hissed.

"Okay, then you understand! Important public relations business," Mclaggen continued pretentiously.

The unnamed man ignored Mclaggen and addressed Harry, "Can we keep in touch?" he asked eagerly.

Harry avoided his gaze, "Sorry, but I don't really fuck anybody more than once…"

"Yea, so scram kid," Mclaggen intervened once again.

The still nameless man looked stung, "Fuck you Potter, your team won't stand a chance this year!"

Harry rolled his eyes, what was with the wizards in this town? You fuck someone once and automatically they want to have a commitment ceremony. What happened to no strings attached? They were men after all; witches were the ones who wanted to be at home married with children.

Harry allowed himself to be lead out of the back room of the QW. They made their way through the crowded club with Cormac pushing passed sweaty bodies and dragging Harry along behind him. The many blue and green lights played dazzling tricks on Harry's eyes. He was a bit under the influence and he hoped his teammates had enough sense not to blab about it to the captain.

Once outside in the cool night air, Harry's pushy quidditch manager shoved him up against the wall of the club.

"Harry, I told you to be out here for this press appearance an hour ago," Mclaggen began, "Do you ever think of anything other than yourself? Do you take any of this seriously?"

Harry grinned, "Of course I do," he said teasingly. Cormac paused, faltering for a moment at the flirty way in which Harry addressed him. His breathing went a little unsteady but he regained his composure and pressed on.

"Everybody's waiting on you. And look at you –what are you high? Why do you do this every time we go out?" Mclaggen lectured, gesturing overdramatically.

"Why can't you ever let us have a little bit of fun? Hmm?" Harry was smiling playfully. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Cormac's neck trying to get him to dance to the thumping sound of music echoing from inside the club. Cormac gave in for a moment, lost in Harry's gaze. Normally Harry wouldn't play on the crush Mclaggen had on him. Especially since their regrettable one night stand... but he couldn't help using his powers for evil sometimes.

"Harry!" a familiar oily voice interrupted them. Both men turned at the sound. It was Rita Skeeter and along with her were several other members of the press. At least 10 cameras were flashing at once, blinding Harry. Most of the journalists were still talking to his teammates in front of an adult toy store nearby called Wizards Wanking Wizards. (It was one of Harry's favorite cheeky names. The acronym's relation to 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' always made him giggle. And the naughtiness of the enchanted sign underneath was the icing on the cake.) Harry moved quickly to join them with Cormac on his heels.

"So Potter, you have finally arrived. Fantastic," Rita Skeeter cooed silkily.

"It ees about time," Pierre Benoit chastised, touching his quill to his lips disdainfully.

"How do you think your team fairs in the tournament this year? You've had some problems with injuries in the past," a slightly soft spoken woman asked trying to push her way forward. She was young and Harry assumed she must be new to journalism since he hadn't seen her before. Her camera man's label read Quidditch Weekly.

"Well everyone is in good health this year," Mclaggen chimed, "and we think-"

"That's wonderful," Skeeter interrupted, not so subtly stepping in front of the novice reporter. "Any new love interests…Harry?" She turned to him pointedly.

"No more than when you asked me that question last week, Rita," he responded, smiling as pleasantly as possible.

Skeeter laughed falsely. "Uh huh… still an untamable bachelor I see, any new conquests then?" she pressed.

"I don't kiss and tell" he said cryptically. He never dared to give her anything more than ambiguous answers.

"Of course not…" she replied, pursing her lips dubiously. Then she turned away from Harry and probed elsewhere for gossip. "And Padma, where is Marietta tonight?" she asked. Harry cringed at the mention of Padma's on again off again girlfriend, Marietta Edgecombe.

To the rest of the team she was an insufferable pain in the ass, but for reasons beyond their comprehension, Padma never seemed to want to shake her. Despite the fact that Marietta cheated on her faithful girlfriend more than once, Padma always took her back.

"Well, we're back together…" she said smiling somewhat sheepishly, "but she's not feeling too well tonight…"

Benoit all but pushed Skeeter out of the way indignantly. "Excuse me, what advice do all of you 'ave for young gay aspiring quidditch players?"

Dean began to respond, but Harry did not hear whatever it was he had to say. His attention was unexpectedly diverted. Unless his eyes were playing tricks on him he had just spotted someone he never expected would be caught dead in Passion Alley…

It was Draco Malfoy.

Harry couldn't believe his luck. Malfoy, gay? That boy may have been his nemesis back at Hogwarts but his looks had certainly matured since then. He stood there like a tantalizing high-class treat. His beauty was comparable to that of a veela's. Then again, Harry thought it was a very likely possibility that he might actually be part veela. Harry wasn't sure, all he knew was that he had to have him. Draco stood across the street by a lamppost in front of the S&M Dungeon with another one of his former classmates, Blaise Zabini.

Harry looked right through Zabini. He only saw the delectable blond aristocrat standing there, looking overwhelmed. The screams coming from the S&M Dungeon appeared to be making Malfoy jittery.

Draco caught his eye and Harry didn't look away he wanted to make sure the blond knew he was checking him out. He took in the toned sleek form of Draco Malfoy, his red shirt just tight enough so Harry could appreciate the smooth muscle underneath. Fuck, he needed to see his old classmate undressed and on his knees immediately.

"Harry! Harry!" Mclaggen elbowed him sharply. The crowd of reporters all watched him expectantly.

"Excuse…um I gotta go… sorry" he mumbled barely paying attention. He slipped past them heading in Malfoy's direction. He heard Mclaggen stuttering to come up with an excuse and reassuring them that Harry would return next weekend.

Harry moved boldly through the crowd. He noticed Zabini doing all he could to get his friend's attention. Harry made sure to keep his eyes locked on the blond and Malfoy didn't look away either. The intense eye contact came naturally to them as adversaries. It was just another battle and neither dared to be the first to surrender. For Harry it was all a part of the game.

"I never thought I'd see you again, Malfoy," Harry smirked, now that he stood directly in front of the other man. Especially not looking this delicious, he thought to himself.

"I-I… back off Potter!" Draco stuttered in greeting. Harry laughed inwardly at the boy who once strolled haughtily down the corridors of Hogwarts, now seemingly so out of his element.

"I think you like it when I'm close, Malfoy," He teased.

He practically fucked Draco with his eyes admiring every perfect strand of golden hair on his head. His pale skin glistened in the shining lights of the alley. His obsidian eyes appeared cold, but Harry saw hints of burning lust behind them. Draco looked past him and eyed the press, warily.

"Don't worry about them, they're busy" Harry assured, directing Draco's focus back to him.

"Potter, he said back off. He's not even gay you're wasting your breath," Blaise was trying to be a good friend, but it was obvious that even he didn't believe the words he was saying.

Harry ignored him and leaned in closer to the blond; this time so that he could touch. He reached up and traced the dip between Draco's neck and collar bone. Draco responded by closing his eyes and shuddering. Harry appreciated this electric reaction. His cock pressed insistently against his tight trousers.

"Do you want to come home with me?" He asked, gazing into silver eyes.

"No, he doesn't," Zabini's irksome voice broke in again, "come on Draco, Montague and Pucey are waiting for us…"

The blond's face was slightly screwed up as if he was on the brink of indecision.

"Draco!" Blaise spat.

Draco's head whipped around to face his friend. "Huh?" he asked dimly.

"Stop drooling you idiot and come on," Zabini had his arms crossed, he appeared quite irritated. By this point, Harry wanted nothing more than to take out his wand and put Zabini into a full body bind. But that probably wouldn't go over very well with Draco.

"You have a choice Malfoy," Harry started loudly, capturing glassy grey eyes again. "Stay here and have a nice boring talk with your gay best friend and then return to your mundane day to day life…" Harry paused and glanced at Blaise, who scowled in response.

"Or," he continued, dramatically, "you can take a risk and for once in your life not be such a scared little Slytherin wanker. Come home with me."

"I give up Malfoy, do whatever you want," Blaise sneered in the background.

The choice was obvious.


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