Not Your Usual Love Story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from the Potter canon. Any OCs are mine, as is the story portrayed herein. Anything copyrighted to the name of JK Rowling or and of her publishers have simply been borrowed. I make no money from this story or any of my others.

This chapter contains under-age drinking and mentions of under-age sex. If it’s a problem, get a life.

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Harry realised at that particular moment, when Ginny said those few, seemingly insignificant words, that he was in deep shit. Not only had Ginny seen him and Draco together, she hadn’t been surprised, oh no, she had won a bet. That meant that somewhere, someone in the Weasley family had a bet on either Harry being as camp as a row of pink tents, or Harry getting together with Malfoy.

Shit.

“Well, well,” Draco drawled in an uncanny imitation of Argus Filch, “We are in trouble.”

Harry stayed silent, fuming away in his own little world of pissed-off-ness. This was so unfair.

“Harry?” The blonde gently twined his fingers with Harry’s and squeezed. “You alright?”

“No.” Harry exploded, very quietly so that Ginny wouldn’t hear. “I’m not O.K. I don’t want to come out. I like my closet and I have enough attention from the bloody Daily freaking Prophet as it is. This is not what I want.”

“But I am?” Draco was suddenly at his most insecure and it was coming off him in waves. Harry could almost taste it. He flicked out his tongue in a serpentine gesture, which did not go un-noticed by the blonde. His eyes flicked swiftly down to Harry’s lips.

“But you are. Later,” there was hidden promise in his tone as Harry quickly squeezed Draco’s fingers back and then dropped his hand as they came into the restaurant. ‘God, I’m so fucked.’ He thought. This was not Harry’s ideal situation. In fact, at that moment he would have done anything to change the circumstances. Although at least Ginny didn’t seem to have an issue with it, which was what had been Harry’s main worry.

“Harry, Mr. Malfoy.” Molly Weasley was at her most polite and her tone was welcoming. She enveloped Harry in a hug as though she hadn’t seen him for months, when in fact she had seen him the same morning. She hesitantly held out a hand to Draco, who took it and smoothly.

“Mrs. Weasley, a pleasure to meet you again.”

“You too, Mr Malfoy.”


“Draco, please,” he replied, never dropping the mask of perfect politeness towards a woman he had spent hia first five years at Hogwarts being perfectly vile towards. Harry was shocked by Draco’s complete change in personality. Had he done this?

Draco’s life up until the point when he had killed his father and mother with one bright green curse had been immensely difficult. Draco had worked for a spy for both sides alongside Snape for a short time during the war, until he had been found out and almost killed by the Death Eaters, including his parents and the parents of his childhood friends. Albus Dumbledore had taken him in and hidden him at 12 Grimmauld Place. It had been there that he had gained the trust of some of the most important Order members, most importantly, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin. They had convinced the rest of the Order that his heart belonged to the light, and Draco had joined the Order a week before the fall of Voldemort.

In the final battle, Draco had been the cause of the fall of five Death Eaters, all of whom had been influential, and two of whom had been very close family. Both his parents had fallen in that battle, both by his own hand. It was a committed fighter for the cause of the Light who had stood on that battlefield and fought against everything he had been brought up to believe. He had killed Crabbe and Goyle Seniors, while he was fighting valiantly alongside their sons. His final murder had been that of Priscilla Parkinson, another old Slytherin who had a child in Draco’s close friendship group. Pansy had stood by him while he had done it, crying for what she was losing, but all the while telling him to do it, that she couldn’t but that he must.

After the final battle, and after Draco had proved his worth and his devotion to the Light, he had received an owl from Arthur and Molly Weasley. It had said how they wanted to lay the old ghosts to rest, and be united together as part of the Light. He had written back in agreement, and apologised for all the insults and comments he had made about them in the past. Neither Harry nor the Weasley children were aware of this communication, and Draco, Arthur and Molly did not intend them to find out. It was a huge kudos to Draco’s character and how he had changed that he had taken that step to reconcile with an important pureblood family.

Harry and Draco sat down next to each other in the last two empty chairs. The table was buzzing with conversation between the Weasley family, and also Hermione, Neville, Seamus and Dean. Almost all of the now Seventh Year Gryffindors had been re-united, as well as two Sixth years, Ginny, and a Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. Charlie and Bill were there, Fred and George also. The only person missing from the menagerie was Percy, and no-one in the family spoke of him anymore.

They all chatted away, and no-one seemed to notice that neither Harry nor Draco was giving any attention to anyone but each other. Every so often, Ginny would sneak a glance at the pair, as if trying to prove to herself that what she had witnessed only a few minutes before had actually happened.

The blonde and brunette heads were nearly touching, talking in soft voices about insignificant things. Snape, Quidditch and OWLs were discussed, as well as their summers and the future, after Hogwarts.

When the starter plates were cleared, Harry felt the presence of a warm hand on his thigh. Draco was teasing him again, and this time it was serious, and merciless. He swore under his breath, he had only just willed away the hard-on from before, and Draco was enticing it back. The fingers which were now walking slowly up towards his crotch were tickling gently. Harry wasn’t sure quite how long he could cope with this.

As if to save him, the main courses arrived. The hand fell from his leg, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He and Draco went back to just talking, but this time, Harry had something of slightly more significance to say.

“Draco if you do that again I swear I’ll…”

The flirtatious look from the Malfoy was almost more than Harry could handle.

“What will you do?” he whispered.

“Take you, right here on the table. And I wouldn’t give a damn what any of this lot thought.”

It was Draco’s turn to blush. Harry lifted his fork, and ‘accidentally’ dropped it on the floor. He bent to get it, and in doing so, rubbed his hand on Draco’s fast hardening erection. Draco gasped and cursed, reaching under the table to pull Harry back up so he couldn’t cause any more ‘damage’

“Are you alright, Malfoy?” enquired Ron from his right. “Want to swap places so you don’t have to put up with Harry?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine. He dropped his fork, and stabbed me in the foot with it when he picked it up,” laughed Draco, fast covering the fact that he was incredibly turned on.

“Harry!” exclaimed Ron. “Don’t pick on our guest!”

Harry simply shook his head in complete disbelief. Ronald Weasley, sticking up for Draco Malfoy? What the hell? Somewhere along the way, something had gone strange with this evening, and Harry couldn’t figure out when or why things had reversed themselves. Ron was meant to be on his side.

From that moment, the meal flew by. Draco was too scared of Harry’s retaliation to try anything more, and Harry was to busy trying to make Draco jealous by talking animatedly to Ginny, who was seated to his left.

Once everyone had finished, they all went their separate ways.

Hermione and Ron went straight to their room, not even bothering to hide the fact they were off for a night of unbridled-teen-lust-shagging. Ginny and Luna went to their shared room after a long day of muggle shopping for an early night. Bill, Charlie, Fred and George left the Leaky Cauldron for a night in muggle London, no doubt shagging lots of poor unsuspecting muggle girls. Molly and Arthur disappeared to another corner of the bar where they apparently they knew some people.

So it was just Harry and Draco left. Harry had an idea, and decided to see if Draco was up for it.

“What you doing now Draco?” he asked, seeming just polite and interested.

“Going to my room, having a shower, having a wank and going to sleep.” Draco was nothing if not blunt.

“Fancy a bit of a back to Hogwarts celebration? Few drinks, you and me?” suggested Harry.

“Fantastic idea. I’m in room 16, see you there in ten minutes.”

Harry had to try very hard to keep his mouth shut after this. Draco had invited him to his room? Crazy stuff. Fantastic stuff. Now all he had to do was get the blonde’s hand back where it had been earlier and his mouth on Draco’s. Deep in his subconscious, Harry James Potter began to formulate a devious seduction plan.

“Spirits or wine?” continued the Gryffindor, as if what Draco had said hadn’t affected him.

“A nice old Burgundy and Cuervo Tequila” countered Draco without pausing for thought.


It was about fifteen minutes before Harry made it to room 16 with a ten Galleon bottle of Burgundy and a large bottle of Jose Cuervo’s finest tequila. He had also brought two wine glasses and two tumblers, apprehended from the bar when Tom and given him the drinks. In the pocket of his leather jacket were a salt shaker and a lime which he had ‘borrowed’ from one of the house elves.

Harry was almost shaking with nerves as he tapped quietly on the door of room 16.

“It’s open” came dulcet tones from inside.

He strolled in to find Draco sitting on what looked like a very comfortable sofa in front of the open fire. His room was more of a suite than a room, and Harry found himself being quietly envious of the blonde’s extravagance.

“Pull up a pew, Potter,” Draco called in his famous Malfoy drawl. Harry did so, slouching down on the sofa next to Draco and pulling one of the bottles, the wine, from the inside pocket of his jacket. Removing the tequila, the lime and the salt and setting them all on the table beside the glasses, he shrugged the jacket off and laid it on the arm of the sofa beside him.

Draco used a flick of his wand to open the wine and another to pour two glasses of the reflective deep red liquid. He handed one glass to Harry, and blinked at the bolt of the Gryffindor’s latent magical energy slid up his arm and seemed to run all around his body. He took a deep draught from his own glass.

“What is this Harry?” Malfoy asked. “All this time we’ve known each other and we only just started feeling this?”

“I wish I knew,” countered Harry. “I truly have no idea. Maybe we’ve changed more than we realise, and we couldn’t feel like this while we were the boys we used to be?”

“Deep, Potter, very deep.” The words were sarcastic, the tone was not. It was still a rarity for Harry that Draco was not ridiculing him, and he wasn’t sure how to react to it.

“Thanks. So, how long exactly have you felt like this?”

Malfoy smiled that genuine smile which was so rare on his aristocratic face.

“All bloody day.”

Draco put his glass on the table in front of him, and gently took Harry’s from him and did the same. He leant forwards and mirrored his action from earlier in the day, tracing the tip of one finger down Harry’s scar, along his slightly pink-tinged cheekbone and then cupping the black haired boy’s jaw in his fingertips. Harry slid his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled him close.

In this pose, they stayed stock still for a moment, frozen in time, neither wanting to break the perfect moment.

Harry broke the ice, leaning forwards slightly further and kissing Draco’s cheek. It was a strange mixture of intimate gesture and fear induced not-lip-kissing. He touched his lips to Draco’s jaw, before blowing lightly in the blonde’s ear, causing Draco to shiver. This was seduction on a most torturous scale.

Draco suddenly moved; turning to Harry and looking right into his eyes, he moved his head forwards the tiniest of bits. Harry smiled again and kissed Draco on the end of his nose.

“You bastard,” murmured the Slytherin, and pulled away. “I’m sure there’s a rule in the Malfoy family book that deems that ‘ridiculing a Malfoy’”. Harry moved towards him again, this time placing his lips on Draco’s.

The Slytherin shivered and leant into Harry’s kiss, responding with every fibre of his body. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the blonde’s lithe form, pulling Draco on top of him and letting the blonde straddle him.

The pair sprang apart as though a shot had gone off as there was a thunderous knock on the door.

“Harry, Draco, let me in immediately!!”

“Shit.” Said Harry. “Looks like someone told Molly Weasley.”


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