Passion Playground

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Sorry this chappie is so long but a lot happens...
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“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you all night, Malfoy,” Potter purred, carding his fingers through blond hair.

Draco shivered as Harry slid his fingers up underneath his red t-shirt. He wasn’t sure what made him agree to this. Probably that shot of alcohol he’d consumed with Blaise. Or perhaps it was the fact that he’d been fantasizing about Potter for quite some time now. Maybe a one night stand with the boy who was hogging his dreams would get the whole gay thing out of his system, he reasoned.

They were riding the lift to Harry’s penthouse flat. The two other wizards sharing the ride with them were silent. They stood towards the front, clearly uncomfortable about the conversation going on behind them. Harry had Draco pinned intimately between the wall and his body. Draco’s head fell back as Harry began to nibble at a tender spot on his neck.

Draco had never known his body to be this sensitive. He found that even Harry’s heated breath on his neck and in his ear caused him to quake from deep within. It was similar to a jolt of electricity racing from the contact point throughout the rest of his body.

“I want to fuck you right here,” Harry sighed against Draco’s neck. Harry could not keep his hands off. They had only just apparated to Pensieve Hideaway, a magical apartment complex where several of London’s quidditch superstars just so happened to reside, and Potter was practically dry humping him.

One of the two men hurriedly stepped off of the lift at the next stop, and a man and woman who appeared to be a couple hopped on.

Potter ignored all of this and kept his eyes (and hands) on the blond.

“What stop is yours, Potter?” Draco whispered.

He was feeling anxious, and hot, and excited, and terrified. The wait amplified each of those feelings tremendously. The lift shifted sideways and began moving backwards.

“I’m the last stop…” Harry moaned into blond hair, “God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

Not too hard, Draco hoped.

He wanted this, he was sure of that. He had never wanted anything more but he was apprehensive and much too proud to admit that he had never done anything like this before. Especially to admit it to Potter, of all people. Draco shuddered again as Potter embraced him.

“Holy crap! You’re Harry Potter!” the only female on the lift gasped. Harry cringed and turned around to face the woman whom he had previously overlooked.

“I moved into this building because I heard it's the same place where the famous trio lived!!" she shrieked excitedly, "This is a pretty exclusive residence, I mean, the application process was grueling. By the way, I’m Jenny Hale!" she extended her hand and Harry took it reluctantly.

"I’ve lived here for over a month and I have been dying to run into you!” the witch was a redhead, with a very high pitched, squirrelly voice, “I even asked about you at the front desk and they told me your team has been at away games!” she babbled on.

“Nice to er-- to meet you,” Potter did a piss poor job of concealing his annoyance.

“You sound like a stalker,” Draco blurted out. He liked the attention Potter gave him, and this girl was just an irritating distraction.

Harry turned to him unable to conceal a grin, “Be nice,” he mouthed.

The girl gave Draco an icy glare, “I’m just a fan. And you are?”

“Draco Malfoy,” Draco said simply.

“So nobody…” she sneered.

“I guess we’re in the same boat then,” Draco snapped, “Except I’m with Harry Potter and you’re with-- nobody.”

Her boyfriend narrowed his eyes in the blond's direction but said nothing.

She glared at Draco and then focused her attention on Potter once again, “Nice to meet you Harry. Hopefully we can talk again when your latest-- what's the word?” She paused and pretended to be thinking hard, “oh yes conquest… I think that’s what Skeeter called them. I’ll speak with you when he’s not around…”

Draco couldn't pretend that her words didn't sting him, but still he didn't miss a beat.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see me again,” he said, and he gave her the finger while smiling politely. He had always enjoyed confrontation in fact, Blaise often told him he thrived on it. She balled up her fists and daggers shot out of her eyes.

“Relax Jen,” her boyfriend nudged her, as the lift opened up once again and they stepped out.

Harry smirked, pressing his body back up against Draco’s, “Some things never change,” he purred, “you’re still an arrogant asshole…”

Draco grinned in response. He had never really enjoyed the feeling of Pansy pressed against him. Her very slight body didn't command his attention the way the Potter's slender, powerful physique did.

"By the way Malfoy, you're not looking for a boyfriend are you?" Harry sounded distracted.

Draco carefully considered Potter’s anxious expression.

"No I don't want a boyfriend,” he assured Harry; he just wanted to stop feeling this way.

Harry sighed, "Good, so we're clear... this is a one time thing?"

Draco shrugged. It was only the two of them in the lift now and it finally stopped on the last floor of the building.

“Come on,” Harry said, gripping his hand and leading him into a very narrow hallway with only one heavily polished door.

“This is you?” Draco asked, a bit surprised by the exclusivity of Potter’s residence.

“This is me,” Harry grinned. He muttered a few enchantments and unlocked the massive door.

Draco was shocked by what he could make out as he stepped over the threshold into the dark, moonlit space. He had been expecting a tacky, cluttered, one bedroom apartment.

“Take off your shoes,” Harry commanded, and he pulled out his wand and lit up the dark room with dim candlelight.

The flat was a gorgeous one bedroom studio. It was simple yet sophisticated, comfortable yet cutting edge, and beautiful. Kind of like its owner, Draco thought lamely.

“Do you like it, Malfoy?” Harry asked.

“You’ve become quite the snob, Potter,” Draco grinned approvingly, and he stepped out of his shoes onto the polished hardwood floor.

Harry smiled, “Get comfortable. I’ll be right back…” he brushed his hand against Draco’s bottom and slipped into his bedroom. The bedroom and the bathroom appeared to be the only rooms separated from the rest of the open studio. They were separated by three large glass rotating panels.

Draco found himself immediately drawn to the other end of the room. He walked past the elegant sitting area; which housed two black leather sofas, three sleek silver end tables, and a glass coffee table, where several candles were placed. He finally stopped when he approached a large sliding glass door. The door led outside to a cozy looking balcony that overlooked the city lights of downtown London.

Draco rolled his eyes enviously, his childhood rival was doing annoyingly well for himself.

He wrung his fingers anxiously and realized-- he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t humiliate himself in front of Potter and he could hardly give the boy hero the satisfaction of claiming him. Draco yearned for his puking pastels, now more than ever.

“Potter… I think I’m gonna leave,” he said loudly. He greatly regretted his decision to come home with Potter. He could be sitting in a pub exchanging stories and jokes with Zabini, Pucey, and Montague. If he hurried, he could still apparate back to the alley and search for them. Potter hadn’t responded so Draco shrugged and turned to the front door, then he paused and looked back out at the terrace. It wouldn’t hurt to check out the view before he left.

He unlocked the door of the balcony and stepped outside. The opaque glass floor lit up beneath Draco’s bare feet and he jumped back, uncertainly. The glass floor remained lighted revealing a futon and a Jacuzzi tub. He boldly stepped back onto the glass patio and sauntered over to the railing. He leaned against it and gazed down at the city lights. A warm nighttime breeze kissed his skin, giving him goose pimples up and down his bare arms.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Draco whirled around to face Potter, “I have to go--” he started, but his mouth went dry when he realized that the brunet was entirely naked. He wasn’t even wearing his glasses.

Draco all but swallowed his tongue. Now he finally understood why he was revolted by the idea of sex with-- what was her name again?

Girls had all the wrong body parts. Females didn’t look the way Potter did naked.

The light from beneath the floor was producing a dim sensual glow that enhanced Potter’s muscular build and bronzed skin. His emerald eyes sparkled more vividly without the frames hindering them.

Draco’s cock became unruly. It pressed painfully against his briefs. When he was a teenager he used to panic when he got hard watching the boys in the quidditch changing rooms.

His father had mentioned something about sex before but it was something along the lines of contraceptive spells.

Draco needed to know about dick. How it felt. How it tasted. How to get his hands on it. On Potter’s….

Lucius would probably murder him if he could perform legilimancy.

“It’s beautiful,” Draco gasped, still staring at Harry’s body.

“So I assume you’re not going anywhere?” Potter smirked.

Draco shook his head.

“Okay, then let’s get you out of those clothes.”


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Draco was a bundle of nerves. Harry had converted the futon outside to spread out like a bed and Draco was lying propped up on a satin pillow that Harry brought out from his bedroom. Draco gazed up at the stars above while Harry finished covering his stiff cock in lube.

“Relax Draco, you look terrified,” Potter observed.

Draco tensed and took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, but it didn’t work. He was still just as uneasy as before, probably even more so.

“I am not terrified Potter, just impatient…” he said and half of it was the truth.

“Have you ever been fucked by a boy before?” Harry asked he was tracing his sticky fingers over the cleft of Draco’s bottom.

Draco opened his mouth and then closed it. He feared his heart would beat right out of his chest. He didn’t know what on earth made him do it but he decided to be honest. “I’ve never done anything before…”

Harry looked at him in awe, barely able to conceal his smile, “You mean I'm your first? Ever?! My god Malfoy!” he laughed.

Draco immediately regretted his moment of honesty.

Stupid Potter.

He was Draco’s enemy after all. Who cared how damn sexy he was now? Or how brilliant his body was. Or that he had this uncanny ability to get whatever he wanted. Draco didn’t want to be added to that list. He sat up angrily and moved to get up from the bed.

Harry abruptly stopped laughing and placed his arm firmly on Draco's shoulder, holding him still.

“Don't go Draco, I'm sorry. I promise I’ll be gentle…” Harry said quietly and- for some absurd reason- Draco believed him.

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The blond was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Harry’s fingers dancing inside of him. He was on his knees, elbows on the pillow. He bit down on the pillowcase and moaned.

“You are so beautiful,” Harry whispered slipping his fingers in and out. He kissed Draco’s shoulder, “I’m going to start… relax, okay?” he said.

Draco nodded.

After several minutes of silence, Draco felt Potter’s cock pressed against his bottom. It was slick with lubricant and the blond shuddered, feeling both eager and intimidated.

Draco gasped when Harry pushed the tip in slowly. He was overwhelmed by how intimate this was. They were so close that the length of his body was almost perfectly aligned with Harry’s. Draco had never been this close to another person before. It felt good and safe and completely natural.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispered.

"Yes.”

Harry pushed in further and Draco began panting. He wasn't sure he could handle much more of the large intrusion into his body.

"I know it’s painful, do you want me to pull out?"

"No," Draco replied firmly, "Just fill me..."

Harry was still for a moment. Draco could feel hot breath ghosting against his spine. Then, with little warning, Harry finished pushing himself inside.

"Oh god!" Draco cried out in response.

"Does it hurt?" Harry sounded concerned.

"No," Draco said honestly.

He didn't altogether like the feeling but he didn't hate it either. Harry pulled out slowly and then gently eased his way back inside. The sliding feeling was uncomfortable and Draco squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath. After a couple more gentle thrusts, Harry stopped.

"Draco," he said delicately.

Draco moaned in response.

"I’m gonna sit up... I want you to sit on my lap and ride me okay?" Harry explained.

“Um… okay.”

Harry pulled out and Draco sat up shaking. He felt so open.

"Don’t forget, you have to breathe," Harry said softly, while placing blond hair behind Draco’s ear.

"Okay. S-so you want me to--"

"I want you to sit down on my cock and fuck yourself…” Harry grinned, “set the pace you feel most comfortable with.”

Draco sighed and moved closer to where Harry sat cross-legged on the futon.

“Sit so your back is against my chest…” Harry instructed. Draco used his hands to rest his weight on Harry’s thighs and he slowly lowered himself down onto the rigid member.

"Mm…just like that. That’s perfect, Draco. You're lovely," Harry groaned in his ear.

Draco grinned as he lifted himself again, he was stimulated by all sorts of new emotions. Harry couldn’t have been this gentle with everyone.

"You love me," he accused the brunet, while he adjusted himself back down onto the shaft of Harry’s cock.

"I love you," Harry gasped in agreement. Those words made Draco giddy he wanted to give Harry more pleasure. Up and down again. Again.

“So beautiful…right there… that’s good…” Potter coached him.

Draco was starting to enjoy the feeling of filling himself. He rode faster and Harry reached around and fondled Draco’s cock.

Draco screamed out, certain he would not last much longer now that Harry had begun stroking his dick. Harry was bucking up against him and Draco was growing weary of the motion of lifting and lowering himself. He couldn’t move fast enough to keep hitting that strangely tender spot, deep inside of him.

He stopped suddenly and leaned forward on his knees and elbow, exposing his bum to Potter.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Draco?” Harry asked anxiously, he was tracing circles on Draco’s inner thighs.

“Mm… yes…” Draco could hardly stay still, he was too high.

“Lie on your back then. I want to watch you…” Harry purred.

Draco did as he was told and Harry lifted Draco’s legs up so that they rested atop the brunet’s shoulders. Harry pressed his cock in and it was immediately deep enough to hit that spot over and over. Draco squirmed and stroked his own cock while Harry filled him faster and faster, again and again and again and…

“I-I’m gonna…” Draco choked out.

“Come Draco!” Harry groaned. Draco could feel his toes tingling.

"God, I love you! Come on my cock Draco!" Harry hissed. His eyes were shining beautifully in the glowing light. It was all Draco needed to see.

His back arched up against the futon. His skin was slick with sweat and he was overwhelmed by the raw sensations. Pleasure moved rapidly throughout his body consuming him. He clenched his fists digging into Harry’s shoulders, while he cried out desperately into the night. He released all over his chest and Harry’s. Draco continued to shudder and whine as Harry slowly pulled out his still hardened cock, and collapsed on the bed next to him.

Draco felt sore and weird and vulnerable. He covered his face with his hands.

He had come too fast- but Harry said he was in love so he must’ve done something right--

“Don’t hide your face…what’s wrong?” Harry asked soothingly.

Draco shook his head, his body was shivering in spite of him and his cheeks burned relentlessly with humiliation.

"Do you know how amazing you look when you’re coming?” Harry sighed; he couldn’t keep his hands out of Draco’s hair.

“I was too fast.”

“You were perfect, Draco. Don’t worry, I’ll get you hot again,” Harry said smugly.

Draco nodded while Harry removed his hands from in front of his face and held Draco close. He felt impossibly close to Potter, more than just physically.

“I think- I want to watch you come again..." Harry grinned mischievously. He crawled up the length of Draco’s body.

Draco was breathing heavily, stretched out beneath Potter, "Does that mean you want me to stay the night?"

"Yes," Harry whispered, "I’d love it if you stayed."


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“He loves me,” Draco boasted.

“You’ll never see him again,” Blaise smirked, “I've already warned you Malfoy, he’s infamous.”

Draco shoveled another scoop of ice cream into his mouth from the huge bowl resting in his lap and leaned back against the suede couch. He was seated in Blaise’s cozy basement apartment. It had been about three days since he lost his virginity and took the walk of shame out of Potter’s building. Blaise, of course, had no clue that it had been his first time having sex. He just knew that it was Draco's first time with a man.

“He told me he loved me…” Draco said.

“While he was coming,” Blaise interjected.

“No he didn’t come-- not until the third time--” Draco snapped, “and then he fell asleep inside of me.”

“Well, you were making him feel good, Draco. I’d say that too if some bloke was humping my cock…” Blaise said matter-of-factly. He was leaning against the bar pouring himself another glass of champagne.

“Fuck, Blaise! Why is it so hard for you to believe that I could tame Potter?” Draco snapped.

“Because I have been ‘gay’ much longer than you have Malfoy, I know the sordid games wizards will play to get into somebody’s pants. Hell, I’ve played a few of them myself. Besides, everyone knows Potter is a notorious whore,” Blaise explained.

Draco would not accept that, he had heard the words and there was something behind them. Blaise hadn’t witnessed it. How could he know?

“He said I was the best he ever had,” Draco said.

“Forget about him,” Blaise rolled his eyes.

“You’re just jealous,” he mumbled, haughtily.

“Sure,” Blaise rolled his eyes and promptly shifted the focus of the conversation. “We can go back to the alley this weekend. There’s a drag competition!” Blaise laughed, “Can you imagine a vampire dressed in drag?”

Draco grinned in spite of himself.

“And there will be loads of other hot quidditch players," Blaise continued, "you seem to be a magnet for them, which only increases my prospects--” he chatted on excitedly.

Draco wasn’t listening though. A new idea crept into his head. He would go back to Passion Alley next weekend and he would go home with Potter again. The boy who lived was in love with him…

He just didn’t know it yet.


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“Draco Malfoy?” Marietta gasped loudly.

Padma looked up at her girlfriend, “Yes. Malfoy. So what?”

Marietta couldn’t believe her ears. There was just no way Draco Malfoy could be Potter’s latest acquisition. She climbed out of the bed.

“Where are you going baby?” Padma asked.

“I have to make a floo call…” Marietta couldn’t conceal a smirk.

“This late?” Padma narrowed her eyes. She didn’t trust Marietta and she had numerous good reasons not to.

Marietta hated the fact that Padma was so insecure. “I’ll be right back,” she snapped impatiently.

“Whatever,” Padma rolled her eyes angrily, but Marietta brushed back Padma’s dark brown hair and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips.

Padma sighed, contented, and Marietta hurriedly exited the bedroom. She rushed to the fireplace and tossed some floo powder inside. This gossip was far too juicy to wait until morning; she eagerly directed a call to the home of her 2nd cousin, Pansy Parkinson.

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A/N: Well something tells me Pansy's not gonna be too happy about this bit of gossip...

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