A Business Affair

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Chapter Thirty: One Shot, Two Shots


"Okay, team, today we're going to try something new..."

Harry sat on the bench in the changing room only semi-listening as Wood went off into a long explanation of a new move he wanted to try out.

The week long vacation had ended the previous week. This was the second week back to practice for the team. Harry was secretly relieved to be back at work and away from home.

During the rest of his vacation, he had received the cold shoulder from Ginny. Not that he really minded. In fact, it was much easier to get along with her when they weren't speaking. He had spent a lot of time thinking over his situation with Draco.

He had come to the conclusion that it wasn't so bad to sleep with him. Actually, it was kind of enjoyable, much more than it had ever been with Ginny. He had decided that sleeping with Draco wasn't the worst he could do.

Unfortunately for him, Draco had not shown up to any of the practices within the last two weeks. Harry was beginning to wonder where he was. Every morning he would search the stands for a glint of blond hair.

He didn't know why he needed to know where Draco was. He didn't understand why he felt disappointed when he discovered Draco wasn't present every morning. He didn't want to admit it, but he was interested in getting together with him again.

He and Ginny hadn't been together in months. Being with Draco had been the first time in a long time that he'd been intimate with anyone. He had forgotten how pleasurable it could be.

Harry sighed as he looked up to the front of the room where Wood was still talking, gesturing with his hands. He glanced over to where Michael sat. He looked as if he was trying not to fall asleep.

Finally, Wood stopped his long explanation and turned to the rest of the team who was now in a kind of stupor. Wood gave a huffy sigh and rolled his eyes. "Come on!" he exclaimed and they all jerked awake.

"Are we done?" someone asked.

Wood just scowled at whoever had asked the question. "No, we've only just started. Now get outside to the pitch!"

The team gave a collective groan and heaved themselves off the bench. Harry walked out to the pitch, dragging his feet as he went along. He was soon joined by Michael as they walked to the middle.

"How are you doing, Harry?" he asked conversationally.

"I'm okay, you know, just trying to..." He trailed away as something in the stands caught his eye.

Draco was sitting on the lower level of the stands, looking quite comfortable despite the biting cold air.

Michael followed his eye-line and smirked. "What was that, Harry?" he asked, taking his attention away from Draco.

"Huh? Oh... uh... I'm just, you know."

"Uh huh," Michael replied slowly.

Harry didn't say anything more, his eyes trained on Draco as they reached the middle of the pitch. Michael rolled his eyes and smirked at Harry's obvious attachment. Once they reached the center of the pitch, Harry was forced to tear his attention from the blond.

"So do you think you can do that move I showed you?" Wood asked, looking around at the team.

They all exchanged worried looks since hardly any of them had actually been paying attention. A few nodded slowly and Wood gave them a doubtful look.

"Okay, get going."

The team mounted their brooms and took off around the pitch. They soared over the grass as Wood released the balls. Harry saw the Bludgers zoom off and the Beaters following after them. The Quaffle was tossed into the air and scooped up by one of the Chasers.

Harry saw the Snitch for about half a second before it vanished in a flutter of golden wings. He urged his broom higher so that he had a commanding view of the stadium. He looked down to where Draco was sitting.

Draco wasn't looking at him, his attention was fixed on the Chasers as they zoomed below Harry. Harry sighed and went back to searching for the Snitch.

A couple hours later, Wood was hoarse from yelling at the Chasers, who apparently hadn't gotten the move right. Harry watched from his position in the sky as Wood gathered the Chasers to try to explain yet again exactly what he wanted.

They were all giving him tired expressions as he gestured wildly with his hands, trying to get his point across. Eventually, Wood just sighed and blew his whistle, signaling the end of practice.

Harry joined the rest of the team as they reconvened on the pitch. Wood opened his mouth to speak but just ended up shaking his head and walking away from them. They all looked at each other and shrugged.

The rest of the team started heading back to the changing rooms while Harry lingered back. He could see Draco in his peripheral vision coming down from the stands.

Harry moved over to the side of the field instead of right in the middle. Draco swaggered over to him in his self-important way. Harry waited nervously, not really sure of what he was doing.

"Your team needs help, Potter," Draco drawled when he got close enough.

"It's your team, too," Harry pointed out.

"Unfortunately."

There was an awkward silence as Harry tried to think of something to say. He stood looking at Draco, who had his arms crossed across his chest. He gave Harry an expectant look when he was silent for more than a few minutes.

"You haven't been to practice lately," Harry blurted out, not being able to think of anything else.

Draco quirked an eyebrow and smirked at him. "Have you been lonely, Potter?" he drawled, still smirking.

"I--no," he said, not looking at Draco.

Draco gave a low chuckle and moved closer to Harry. Harry could feel his nerves increasing just from the simple act of Draco's body coming closer.

"Really? Because I think otherwise," Draco drawled.

Harry swallowed hard as Draco moved closer. He wanted to reach out and touch him but knew he shouldn't make any moves. Instead, he waited until Draco was less than a foot away and willingly moved forward.

Draco reached out slowly and raised a hand to Harry's cheek, caressing it softly. He slid it around to grip the back of Harry's neck lightly. He gave a tug and pulled Harry forward so that their faces were only inches apart.

Draco could feel Harry's increased hot breath on his lips as he moved his head forward. He pressed his lips to Harry's gently, far gentler than he'd done in the past. He increased the pressure and slid his tongue out to lick Harry's bottom lip.

Harry's mouth opened slowly, allowing Draco's probing tongue entrance into its hot cavern. Harry moaned softly as Draco's tongue swirled in his mouth, licking and tasting. The kiss became harsher when Draco pulled on Harry's lower lip with his teeth.

Draco's hand that was still around Harry's neck slid up and into his messy, black hair. Harry whimpered as Draco gave him a hard kiss then abandoned his mouth.

He tugged on Harry's hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. Harry moaned as Draco began sucking on his tanned skin. His hands came up to Draco's waist, scrambling underneath the layers of clothes protecting him from the cold.

Draco's licked and sucked on the skin of Harry's skin, nibbling occasionally. Harry groaned as Draco licked down his neck, nibbling at the base of it, creating a red mark sure to remain there for quite sometime. It was lucky Harry had looked up a spell to cover them.

"Ma-Malfoy," Harry panted.

"Mmm?" Draco responded, still sucking on Harry's neck, his hot tongue running over the smooth skin.

"Ca-can we go somewhere else?" Harry asked, his eyes closed as Draco licked a path up to his ear.

Draco pulled back, surprised that Harry was suggesting anything. He leaned in and licked the shell of Harry's ear before flicking his tongue inside it. He heard Harry's breath hitch as he did this and he smirked to himself.

"Where did you have in mind?" he whispered seductively into Harry's ear.

"Anywhere," Harry gasped.

"How does my place sound?" Draco whispered, sucking Harry's earlobe into his mouth.

"Perfect," Harry panted.

Draco ran his other hand around Harry's waist and in a crack they disappeared from the pitch. They reappeared in Draco's living room.

Draco pushed Harry down forcefully on the couch and climbed on top of him. He kissed him hungrily, grinding his erection into Harry's. Harry groaned at the friction and arched his body upward.

Draco's hands pushed themselves under Harry's quidditch jersey and tore it up and over his head. He threw it haphazardly off to the side. He ran his hands over Harry's sculpted chest and up to his neck. He leaned in and kissed him again, sliding his tongue into the willing mouth.

Harry's hands came up and scrabbled at Draco's coat. They pulled it off his shoulders and it was thrown to the floor. Draco shrugged off the tee-shirt he wore underneath it as Harry tore at it. Once he was half-naked, Harry's hands ran down his pale body, marveling at the feeling of his smooth skin.

They moved down to the waist line of Draco's jeans. He had a hard time getting the button undone and the zipper down in his haste. Draco kissed him bruisingly as he messed with the zipper, trying to pull it down.

Harry moaned into Draco's mouth when Draco easily pulled down Harry's jeans, throwing them to the side. He gave a surprised cry as Draco's hand brushed over his achingly hard member.

Draco moved his hand down to palm Harry's throbbing cock. Harry groaned, moving his body, trying to create more friction. Draco removed his boxers, tossing them to join the rest of Harry's clothes.

He stripped off his own jeans that Harry had so far been unsuccessful in his attempts to remove them. He reached down and grabbed Harry's cock, massaging it lightly.

He rubbed his thumb over its leaking tip, smirking when Harry gave a frustrated groan. He kissed Harry's neck softly before leaving fluttering kisses all down his body. He took his time on Harry's nipple, bathing it with his tongue. He pulled on it slightly with his teeth before soothing it with his hot tongue once more.

He kissed his way down Harry's body, across his tight stomach and down to the base of his erection. He licked a path up the thick member, loving when Harry shuddered at the sensation.

He flicked his tongue over the head, licking at the pre-cum that was already there. He swirled his tongue over the throbbing cock, taking him halfway into his mouth. Harry made a noise half between a whine and a moan as Draco did this.

Draco smirked around the member before taking it up to the hilt. He bobbed back and forth over the leaking erection, swirling his tongue over it erotically.

He could tell Harry was close, feeling his muscles tensing. Instead of waiting for him to cum, Draco pulled away. Harry lifted his head with difficulty to look down at Draco.

His eyes were glazed over with lust as he looked down at Draco. "Wh-what are you doing?" he panted, barely able to keep his head up. It flopped down as Draco crawled back up his body.

"Having fun," he replied with a smirk.

Harry only nodded and Draco kissed him again. He sucked Harry's lower lip into his mouth, thrusting his tongue into the raven-haired boy's mouth.

He broke the kiss, pulling away despite Harry's noise of protest. He pulled off his boxers and reached for his wand. He waved it over Harry and muttered a lubricant spell. Harry's back arched as the slick feeling entered him.

Draco rubbed some of the substance on his fingers and slid one into Harry's opening. Harry grunted as he slid in a second finger. Draco wiggled them around, brushing against that spot inside Harry.

Harry's chest was heaving as Draco pushed in a third finger to make absolutely sure. He looked up at Harry who had his eyes squeezed shut. He took out his fingers and replaced them with his pulsing member.

Harry held his breath as Draco pushed his cock into his body. His hands came up to grasp Draco's hips. Draco pushed in until he was fully sheathed in Harry's tight body. Harry let out the breath he'd been holding in slowly. It still hurt despite this being the second time.

Draco began to move slowly, thrusting in and out with increasing speed. Harry's fingernails dug into Draco's hips as he moved faster.

He cried out as Draco hit that spot inside him that caused unimaginable pleasure. When he hit that spot, Harry pushed his body up to meet Draco's, wanting more.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Harder!"

Draco complied readily, slamming his cock in and out of Harry, continuing to brush against his sweet spot, making him incoherent. Harry moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

Draco leaned forward as he thrust in harder and faster. He panted against Harry's neck, his hot breath washing over Harry's ear. He flicked his tongue out and licked Harry's neck, tasting the salty sweat there.

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to Harry's neck as he pushed in faster. Harry gasped as he felt himself coming to his climax. His muscles clenched over Draco's cock and Draco could barely contain himself.

"Shit! Bloody--" Harry panted, his mind lost in the ecstasy of the feeling.

He pushed in one more time and Harry came hard all over his chest. Harry threw his head back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over his body. Draco thrust in one last time and came too, not being able to hold back when Harry's muscles had contracted around his cock.

He rode out his climax to its end, still buried deep inside Harry. At its end, he collapsed on the couch next to the dark-haired man. They were both breathing hard as they lay there.

It was Harry who moved first. He rolled over to his side which was difficult given the narrowness of the couch. He looked at Draco, who was still lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

He slid a hand over Draco's waist, rubbing a small circle over his lower back. He shifted his body closer and kissed Draco's neck softly. Draco turned his head to look at him, a little confused by his behavior.

"You're amazing," he whispered against his skin.

"I know," Draco replied self-confidently. He could feel Harry smile against his neck at his words.

They lay there for several more minutes in a kind of contented silence. Finally, Draco felt it was getting too comfortable. He shifted and rolled off the couch. He stood up and began redressing while Harry sat up, his hair tousled and messy, watching him.

"Time to go, Potter," Draco said while pulling his shirt over his head. He reached down and threw Harry's pants at him.

Harry caught the article of clothing and slipped them on. He stood up and grabbed his shirt as well, pulling it on. He looked over at Draco who had finished dressing and was waiting impatiently for Harry to finish.

"Are you coming to practice tomorrow?" Harry asked casually.

"Maybe," Draco replied, not looking at him. Harry nodded and started heading for the door. Draco followed him halfway until they reached the entrance way. He stopped in the archway as Harry continued on to the front door.

At the door, Harry paused as if he wanted to say something. Instead, he turned jerkily to the door and pulled it open, leaving onto the snowy front porch. He looked back as the door swung shut behind him.

Draco sighed and turned away from the door. He hadn't liked the silence from earlier. It hadn't been awkward, it had seemed familiar which was not a good thing as far as Draco was concerned. This was only for fun, to mess with Potter because he wanted to. It was not supposed to turn into anything.

Draco sighed again as he made his way back into the living room. There was the couch still with the remnants of their activities on it. He took out his wand and gave it a quick cleansing charm before flopping down on it in a very undignified sort of way.

He summoned a house-elf and ordered it to bring him something hot to drink. He needed to think about all of this and figure out just what exactly was going on.

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Hermione sat in the rocking chair in her living room, rocking back and forth while Jamie slept in her arms. She watched the pure white, fluffy snow float past the window and gather on the ledge beyond.

She was thinking back to the Christmas Party. She hadn't seen much of Harry since that day but what she had seen of him had been much cheerier. She had also seen Ginny who had seemed less happy than Harry. Hermione had got to wondering what could be causing the disparity between the two.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about how Harry seemed to chipper and Ginny so angry. At the party Harry had disappeared without a trace as had Draco. She remembered because Pansy had been looking for him after they had managed to coax Ron down from the table top. She hadn't been able to find him which made Hermione suspicious.

She had tried talking to Blaise about it but had gotten nothing but shrugs and vague answers. She knew he knew more than he was telling. It was starting to bother her and she was just about ready to get to the bottom of it.

She heard the door creak open as Blaise arrived home. She didn't move, still rocking in the chair with Jamie in her arms. She waited for Blaise to come into the living room.

She heard him hang up his coat and slip off his shoes. He came into the living room and kissed her on the cheek softly. She smiled up at him nicely and he became immediately on-guard.

"Hi, sweetie," she greeted him. She got up from the chair, taking Jamie over to his crib and laying him down in it. She tucked the blanket around his small body and turned back to her husband.

"Hi," he replied carefully, wondering what he was in for this time.

"Blaise," she said thoughtfully, sitting down on the couch and resting her head on her hands thoughtfully. "There's something I need you to tell me."

"Okay," he said slowly. He moved over and sat down next to her, hoping it was something he could actually answer.

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Harry and Draco... and no lies."


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A/N: Well, here it is, a few days late, but what are ya gonna do? I've had a very long day so no homework, just sleep, I think :) Please review!