Knives Out

Ten days. Draco had left Harry hanging for ten days. That was more than enough for Harry to lose patience and start to panic. Particularly when he didn\'t have a job to keep him busy. It gave him time to run every scenario possible of what might\'ve happened to Draco through his worried mind before he finally ended on the one that seemed most likely. Draco must be fucking with him.

I\'ll find you, indeed, Harry thought, looking in the mirror at his club clothes. He was new to going out and meeting people. He supposed it was his bad luck to have run into Draco so early in his dating career. He\'d intended to have loads of debauched fun with random strangers. Instead he found himself obsessed, yet again, with his classmate. Draco had always had a way of insinuating himself into Harry\'s thoughts. He remembered sixth year where Ron told him to stop obsessing about Malfoy. Old habits died hard.

In the club, Harry rested his elbow on the bar and sipped a vodka tonic, peering around the dance floor. This time he decided to go with being understated, wearing all black as Draco had done that first night. The clothing clung to him like a second skin-- binding and sticky. Harry longed for his usual baggy jeans, or even a good flowing robe. He didn\'t know how these people did it night after night.

Scanning over the bobbing heads and blinking lights, his eyes sought out bright white, chin-length hair. He wasn\'t seeing it in that configuration. There were highlights and close cropped bleached hair, but nothing of the luminous mane... luminous mane? Harry shook his head at himself and drained the last of the vodka tonic and set it on the bar, nodding for another.

When he turned around, his eyes caught sight not of an androgynous blond, but an androgynous face all the same. Only it was framed by a shock of electric blue hair that stuck up in purposeful angles. The person looked familiar, somehow. It was something in the way that they moved, even while dancing-- almost clumsy. Watching the person trip and then try to pick up the beat again, it occurred to Harry that he really did know her. But what was she doing here?

Tonks had certainly done her best to appear mannish, and now that Harry was really looking at her, he realized she didn\'t have to work all that hard. After their years as partners at the Ministry, how he could\'ve missed how androgynous she appeared?

He wondered if she was here to do reconnaissance. Or maybe she was another of Draco\'s lovers. He rubbed his temples to get a grip on himself. He really needed to stop thinking that Tonks was into incest; first with Sirius and now with Draco. She\'d be mortified if she knew.

The beat switched and it brought Harry back to his senses. While this wasn\'t officially a stakeout, he needed to pay attention to what was going on. He scanned the crowded dance floor; it didn\'t take long to key in on the violent blue hair. She was engaged in an intense conversation with a young man whose familiar appearance stopped Harry\'s heart. Glaring at the man in complete incredulity, he was flooded with unpleasant memories from the war. Gathering Horcruxes, piercing screams, watching friends die, and seeing the man he was staring at hit the forest ground.

Harry didn\'t just know that Theodore Nott was dead-- he helped hide the body.

The Ministry officially listed Nott as missing, but Harry knew the truth of what had happened. As far as Harry was concerned, he was the only one alive who knew the truth. The mere memory of those events and how helpless Harry had been to stop Nott\'s death made him feel queasy, especially since he\'d helped to cover it up. Seeing Nott in a club like this filled him with a terrible dread.

At some point, Nott must\'ve turned to look at him, for now they were sharing an angry stare down. It was as if the club had formed a special tunnel of light between them. Nott\'s chest heaved and his teeth were bared in a sneer, a look that must have been taught in the dank dungeons to all of Slytherin. Just as mysteriously as the club had parted for their stare-down, the dancing clubbers crashed through the invisible barrier and eye contact was broken.

Harry found himself staring into the dilated eyes of a young man at least a decade younger than himself. His stomach was entirely too wrung up in knots to hear the indecent proposal from the glittery bare-chested club kid, so he brushed him off. He had forgotten everything for a moment, including Malfoy, his mind filled with a singular thought: find Nott.

Thinking he saw the back of Nott\'s head on its way to the bathrooms, Harry fought his way through the crowd to get to the loo. It took much longer than Harry thought was reasonable, but the club-goers kept stopping him, trying to touch him. It seemed as if suddenly the club wanted nothing more than to keep Harry from getting to the lavatory.

Upon entering the achingly bright room, Harry\'s gaze fixed immediately on the reedy head he\'d been following lowered against Draco\'s shoulders. Draco\'s stringy legs were wrapped around the Nott\'s slender waist. Draco\'s head was tilted back; cheeks flushed and face glistening. Nott pounded into him, arse muscles flexing above his trousers that were pulled down just enough for him to fuck Draco.

Nearly choking on rage and confusion, Harry was immobilized into doing little other than staring at this distressing tableau. His pulse raced faster as a fresh rush of rage-fueled adrenaline shot through his veins. He opened his mouth to shout, cut off by Draco\'s exaggerated moans. At that, he went utterly quiet, the room seeming to reduce itself to only his breathing and the hard slapping sounds of Draco being fucked in front of him.

\"Fuck... yes... harder, harder!\" Draco cried, making the other men engaged in their own activities either look up in envy or groan in mutual satisfaction.

Harry kept his anger to himself, forcing his face into studied neutrality. He strode over to the two men, and turned his back against the wall and looked into the eyes of-- someone. Someone who was not Nott. He blinked and looked down. \"You can be next... in an hour or so, if you buy me a few drinks,\" the stranger grunted.

\"No, that\'s umm...\" Harry looked down to see Draco\'s hand wrapped around his own prick. The bright pink head bobbed out from between his fingers and vanished again, spit-slicked and purple.

\"Want to suck it, Potty?\" Draco\'s head was tilted down, watching Harry, a sly smirk on his face, although his eyes were burning with derision. His hair stuck to the grime of the walls and his shirt was riding up as the rabbity-looking man rammed him against the wall repeatedly.

Looking up into Draco\'s eyes, Harry could feel little other than intense rage that Draco was here fucking this man-- doing it in front of him. That Draco had probably been back here every night for the past week and a half, whilst Harry waited at home, worried about what happened to him. He wanted to punch him, to see blood smeared over that sneering face. He wanted to give him something worse than that slightly listing eye to remember him by. He wanted to leave a lasting mark on Draco Malfoy that would teach him to fuck with him this way.

Harry grabbed Draco by the waist and yanked him away from the stranger, ignoring the shouts of protest. He dragged Draco into a stall and wrapped his arms securely around Draco him, disregarding Draco\'s cruel cackling.

\"Can\'t wait your turn, Potty?\"

It was time for decisive action, Harry Apparated them both back to Harry\'s unpacked flat. Before Draco had a chance to make yet another comment, Harry slammed his fist into Draco\'s face.

Draco cupped his hand over his jaw; his other hand brandished his wand. He pressed it to Harry\'s neck. Before Harry even knew what was happening, he felt pressure on the back of his calf and then he was tumbling to the floor, Draco atop him. \"Get off!\" Harry shouted.

Looking little other than amused and flushed with the activity and the growing red on his jaw, Draco responded. \"I was just about to, but some lackwit dragged me from a perfectly good shag to his dump of a flat.\"

Flailing his fists at Draco, Harry was frustrated that the man had pulled away, rolling back to his feet into a squatting position. Worse yet, he was cackling again.

\"What is wrong with you?\" Harry bellowed. \"You said you\'d get back to me!\"

\"Could you be any more of a girl, Potty?\" Draco pocketed his wand, a bemused expression on his face. He appeared to be considering something. \"Is this all about how I didn\'t call after our bathroom tryst? Because seriously, amongst my great number of fucks; it was utterly forgettable.\"

Harry sat up, feeling murderous. \"No. I was worried about you. It\'s not about-- forgettable?\"

Draco shifted so that he could sit on the floor and smirked. His bad eye dodged Harry\'s glower. Harry mused that it made it seem as if Draco wasn\'t paying as much attention as he was. He bet Draco used that to his advantage frequently. \"Utterly.\"

That was pretty demoralizing, or should have been. Harry sucked his front teeth and shook his head. \"You would\'ve told me at the time if it was bad. You\'re not one to hold back with things like that. What was with the soup? Why wouldn\'t you let me eat it? Why didn\'t you owl?\"

All at once, Draco was on him, pushing Harry to the floor and squirming his hips against his. Harry wrapped his arms around him, grinding their bodies together. Draco was all sharp angles, and his kiss had turned so fierce it was almost like they were biting each other. Harry shoved him back and stared at the enthralled look on Draco\'s face. Draco started to lower himself to kiss Harry again and Harry rolled them over, putting himself on top of Draco. Then he grabbed Draco by the front of his shirt and hauled them both up, feeling like he was being driven mad.

Neither said a word. Harry backed Draco up into his messy bedroom. It was littered with dirty dishes and an unmade bed-- signs of a withered, depressed life. It was the room of a rather depressed man, one who had been waiting. \"Your place is a fucking sty, Potty.\"

In response, Harry threw Draco onto the bed. Dishes sitting on the other side of the full-sized bed clattered. Draco shoved them the rest of the way off, not caring about the cheap stoneware or the noise it made. He yanked off his shirt, watching Harry mirror the action. Harry went for his own pants as Draco dug into his pocket for a condom.

Knocking it away, Harry pulled his wand. \"There are charms for that. I looked them up.\"

\"I always suspected you could read. Must\'ve been a novelty in Gryffindor.\" Draco wriggled out of his trousers as Harry spelled his prick and Draco\'s.

\"I\'d think a slutty Wizard might bother to learn such things.\" Harry mouthed another incantation and his hand filled with a warm, slippery substance that he slicked over himself.

\"Oh, I think a slutty Wizard might, but since he fucks Muggles it doesn\'t come up often.\" Draco spread himself open before Harry, wrapping his hand around his prick as he flashed a defiant, daring smirk.

Harry took a moment to appreciate the vision of the sharp-featured, alabaster-skinned Slytherin splayed over his navy blue dime store poly-fiber comforter. His body undulated, lithe muscles flexing as Draco\'s hips bucked to help his tossing off. Such a wanton little whore. He leaned down to slide his tongue over Draco\'s cock. Draco\'s body stiffened in uncertainty; obviously he hadn\'t done this without a condom on in quite a while. But soon enough, Harry felt him relax into it.

Mouthing the prick and sucking it deeply, Harry teased Draco a few times just to the cusp of completion before he finally let it slip from his lips. Draco groaned in protest, throwing his head back and half balancing on it. It caused his back to arch up off of the bed. Draco\'s expression, closed eyes and furrowed brow, made it clear that he had no idea how beautiful and vulnerable he looked like this-- so flushed, sweaty and frustrated. He needed this, needed Harry to fuck him, to fill him. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed.

Harry pushed inside of him. Draco hissed, \"yessss...\" through his teeth. Harry waited a moment, feeling the pliant muscles inside of Draco waver and then relax, allowing Harry to slide all the way inside of him. Harry kissed, sucked and bit at Draco\'s shoulder and neck. Kissing up to his jaw line, he wetted it by drawing his tongue along it. His body worked, pushing, filling heaving, plowing deep inside of Draco. He found the spot inside of him and grabbed up one of Draco\'s legs and pushed it up. Forcing Draco\'s knee next to his ear Harry pushed deeper inside of him.

\"Fuck!\" Draco cried, furiously fisting his prick. His body trembled under Harry\'s; he was getting close. Harry increased his pace, feeling now not so much their hips ramming together as the tight heat surrounding him and the wonderful prickle of nerve endings-- nearly tickling-- sending his body on edge. Close. So very close. Soon he would explode. He could feel it building in his head, between his eyes; shooting through his cock. He could feel warmth spreading between his and Draco\'s sweat-slicked chests. Draco had come, too. Come on himself, from their fucking on this dirty bed in Harry\'s god awful flat.

Forgettable, indeed.

Harry grunted to Draco and released his leg. It fell to rest at the side of Harry\'s bed and Draco was left wordless and panting. His stroking hand remained trapped between them and the other mauled the bedcover.

\"If you ever expect me to come back here, you\'re going to have to clean and get better bedclothes,\" Draco panted.

\"Well, I\'m pretty sure you wouldn\'t come back for another forgettable fuck, so I figure \'why bother?\'\" Harry pulled himself out of Draco and grabbed his wand off of the nightstand and cleaned them off.

\"Oh, so you do know cleaning spells. I wondered.\" Draco moved up to his elbows and was sneering, but he didn\'t seem to be in any hurry to leave.

Blushing slightly at the state of his room, Harry spelled away the messes, sending the dishes all to the kitchen sink and the piles of books ordered on the bookshelf. His clothes floated to the hamper. Even the ones that were probably clean could use a real scrub, he wagered. \"I know loads of them.\"

Draco grinned and peeled back the covers. Sliding out from under Harry, he got under them. He ignored the surprise on Harry\'s face. \"I would normally never do this, but we have to get up early in the morning.\"

\"We?\" Harry liked the idea of Draco staying, although he did wonder where they were going to go. \"Where are we going?\"

Draco had turned over so that his back was to Harry. Looking over his shoulder, he flashed his trademark smirk. \"To church.\"