One Night Man

One Month After That...

"And the worst part is, I don't feel guilty about it at all."

Hermione shrugged one shoulder, and took a pull on her drink. "He fucked you and left you. A year later, you found him, fucked him, and left him?"

"That's what I said," Harry grouched.

She shrugged again. "I see nothing wrong with it. In fact, I'm sure it did him some good to get left like that, considering the string of broken hearts he's left in his wake."

Harry arched an eyebrow at her. "You're joking."

"Not in the least."

They passed the next few minutes in silence, then Hermione cleared her throat. "If given the opportunity," she began. "Would you do it again?"

"Hell no!" Harry was appalled at the thought that Hermione believed him capable of simply walking away from his lovers like that. After his first time with Malfoy, he'd never stayed more than a week or two with any one person, but he'd always made it clear that he wasn't looking for love with them, and they'd all parted on supremely amiable terms.

"Not that," Hermione scolded, understanding his misunderstanding. "I mean Malfoy. If he walked in here and asked you out, would you go with him?"

"The question is totally unanswerable," Harry told her. "The only reason he slept with me a second time was because I'd disguised myself and given him a false name. He never sleeps with a person more than once." He'd comforted a few broken hearts after Malfoy left them without a backwards glance, and knew for a fact that Malfoy's "love 'em and leave 'em" habits hadn't changed in the least.

And Harry refused to believe that his attempt at seducing Malfoy a second time was anything more than a long, drawn out revenge plan - one that Malfoy himself had put in motion that night in the club.

He'd been there in disguise because he was tired of people fawning over him because of what he'd done during the war. It was over, and in his own opinion, his part had been actually very small. He hadn't initiated flirtation with Malfoy; the blond noticed him from across the room for Merlin's sake! But when presented with the opportunity, he certainly hadn't backed away from it.

And it was true, even if he only ever admitted this to himself, that Malfoy was the best partner he'd ever taken. He was proud to have given himself to someone like Malfoy his first time - the other man had ensured it was as pleasurable as could be, and he'd returned the favour ten-fold when presented with the opportunity.

"So," Hermione interrupted his thoughts. "If he ever came around again, and asked you to sleep with him a seco- er, third time. Would you do it?"

Harry didn't even have to think about it. "Of course I would," he said. "He's amazing."

"He's right behind you."

Harry whipped around, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy himself. The half-shy, half-amused expression on his face was pretty funny, Harry thought, but his mouth had suddenly gone dry.

"That's nice to hear," Malfoy drawled, inviting himself to sit at their table. Hermione even scooted over a bit to give him room. Harry shot her a betrayed look, and then turned his attention back to Malfoy. "I always enjoy pleasing my partners."

Harry's mouth was running before his brain engaged. "Because the only thing you leave them is memories?"

"Indeed. And as the only person to ever sleep with me a second time, you must have had some pretty impressive memories."

His mouth was still dry. "You could say that. At least I had the decency to leave you a note."

Hermione slipped away unnoticed by either of them. Malfoy lifted an eyebrow. "At least I had the decency to give you my real name."

"Didn't you ever wonder what the J stood for? James. Jim. My real name."

"Don't split hairs."

"Fuck you."

"Alright."

Harry stared at Malfoy. Malfoy blinked in surprise, as if he hadn't been expecting the word, himself. "You're shitting me."

"I mean it." Malfoy sighed. "I'm ... getting tired of fucking around on people. And you're amazing, too."

They leaned across the table, and then paused. "I'm on top," Harry whispered. Draco closed the distance between them and kissed him gently, nipping his bottom lip.

"You were on top last time," he whispered. "It's my turn now."

"You've got a lot of bottoming to catch up on," Harry insisted. "If you're going to suddenly get monogamous on me, you need to practice doing other things you're not used to, as well."

"Make me," Draco murmured, and kissed him again.