A Business Affair

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Chapter Thirty-four: Helplessly in Need


They reappeared in Draco's bedroom. The early afternoon sunlight filtered in through the windows, casting long white lines of sunshine on the floor on either side of the bed.

Draco wasted no time pushing Harry down on the plush bed. Harry shifted himself the right way up on the bed, lying his head down on a fluffy pillow. Draco smirked at him from the foot of the bed and began crawling sensuously up his body. He came to the zipper of Harry's pants then ran a hand teasingly around his waist.

Harry arched into his touch, already breathing hard. Draco pushed up Harry's shirt, exposing his taught and toned stomach. He ran his hand under the soft material and over Harry's chest. He could feel Harry's accelerated breathing under his fingertips.

Draco ran his hands back down Harry's body, coming once again to the edge of his pants. He moved them around and unzipped the pants, pushing them forcefully off Harry's hips. Harry arched his back slightly, allowing the garment to be removed and flung to the floor.

Draco smirked as Harry's erection tented against the confines of his boxers. He pressed his palm lightly into the throbbing hardness, enjoying the moan that came from the man above him. He looked up at Harry to find him staring down at him, lust swirling around the glazed, deep green eyes.

Harry moaned again, throwing his head back on the pillow as Draco pressed harder down on his erection. Draco soon abandoned his activity, ignoring the whimper that came from Harry.

His hands grazed up Harry's skin, setting fire everywhere he touched. They traveled up his hips and over his sides. Draco grabbed Harry's shirt, tugging it over his head. When it was off, he looked down at Harry's tanned chest, running his hands over it, loving how Harry responded to his every touch.

He sat up over Harry; his leg nestled in between Harry's and removed his own shirt, tossing it to the side to join Harry's clothes. He quickly unzipped his trousers and was about to push them off when Harry's hands reached out.

He carefully slid them over Draco's slim hips and Draco gave him a small smirk. Draco pushed them the rest of the way off, and kicked them to the side. He moved gracefully up Harry's body and kissed the corner of his mouth softly, then his lower lip, then he took the lip in his mouth, sucking on the plump flesh.

Harry opened his mouth, allowing Draco's tongue to invade the hot caverns. He groaned appreciatively as Draco's tongue thrust willingly into his mouth, tasting and sucking all that it could.

Harry's hands came up to grip Draco's hips, grinding their erections together. Draco couldn't suppress a groan into Harry's mouth as their cocks brushed against each other, shooting a wave of heat through his body.

Draco reached down, grabbed Harry's boxers, and shoved them off. Harry gasped as the cool air hit his erection. Draco grinned up at him evilly before licking his stomach, giving him a little nip. He wound his tongue up over Harry's body, over the taught muscles, and to his erect nipples.

The hot tongue swirled over the erect nubs, bathing them before pulling on them lightly with his teeth. Harry arched into the contact, whimpering for more. He couldn't help his body’s response to the blonds’ ministrations.

"Draco," Harry whispered, his eyes shut tightly as Draco continued to lick his way up Harry's chest.

He looked up sharply as he heard his given name, but Harry seemed completely unaware that he'd said anything wrong. He moved upward to suck on Harry's neck, nibbling on the exposed skin. Harry moaned and shifted his body under Draco's, bringing his erection into contact with Draco's once more.

Harry was rock hard and needed more contact or he was going to explode. Draco nipped at Harry's jawbone, later soothing the spot with his tongue.

Harry whimpered as Draco nuzzled his neck and whispered in his ear. "You need to learn to relax, Potter," he whispered, his hot breath washing over the raven-haired man's ear.

Harry just groaned in frustration. "Fuck, Draco. Malfoy, come on," he begged.

Draco gave him an odd look, noticing his slip-up once more. He ignored it, though, kissing Harry's jaw then licking Harry's lips, inviting him to steal a kiss. Harry pulled Draco's tongue into his mouth, giving him a long, slow kiss.

When they broke apart, both were panting. Draco's hand slithered down in between the two bodies and under Harry's boxers. He shoved them off roughly, letting them drop onto the floor. He grasped Harry's cock, stroking lightly, using pre-cum as a lubricant.

Harry whimpered again, still wanting more. Draco smirked at him again, then reached over and grabbed his wand from the mess on the floor. He muttered a lubricant and protection spell and Harry arched when the slick sensation entered his body.

Draco coated his finger as well and slid one into Harry's opening, wiggling it deeper inside the man, brushing against his prostate, causing Harry to gasp in surprise. He added a second finger, scissoring the two, stretching the opening well. Harry groaned as Draco's fingers teased him mercilessly.

Finally, Draco removed the fingers, and replaced them with his pulsing cock. He gritted his teeth as he pushed into the tight warmth of Harry's body. Harry gasped when Draco pushed harder, sliding his cock deeper into his body.

"God, move, please," Harry whispered, panting slightly once Draco was fully engulfed in his tight hole.

Draco pulled back then slammed back in to the tight heat, and Harry gave an arching cry. Draco shifted slightly, changing the angle of his penetration, and then slammed his hips back into the raven-haired man. Harry's hips arched up to meet him, his muscles contracting around Draco's member.

Draco's thrusts became more erratic as he continued, increasing the speed and force of each thrust. Harry was babbling incoherently as Draco continued to slid his cock in and out of his body in a rhythmic motion.

"Draco... fuck, please... I need... Oh, god," he panted, his breath coming in sharp gasps as Draco slammed once more into his receptive body.

"What do you need, Harry?" Draco whispered, coming in close to Harry's ear.

Harry's eyes were shut tight as Draco pushed in harder. Harry didn't answer, only shook his head violently. Draco kissed his ear then moved back up.

He pushed in hardest and felt Harry's muscles clench around his cock and he knew that Harry had reached his climax. White, hot cum shot everywhere as Harry came forcefully. His head was thrown back against the fluffy pillows as he gave a cry. He lay there panting as his climax washed over him.

As Harry's muscles clenched down on Draco's erection, he felt himself losing control. All he saw was dazzling white for several seconds as he came inside Harry's body. He dropped down on the bed, unable to hold himself up as he came down from his high.

Several minutes passed without a word. Finally, Draco moved, pulling out of Harry's limp body. Harry winced slightly when he was fully removed. Draco lay there for a while, breathing hard but not saying anything.

"Did you call me Harry?"

Draco looked over at Harry, who had finally spoken, breaking the peaceful silence of the room.

"You called me Draco," he replied.

"I did," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. He looked over nervously at Draco, who had propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Harry.

"Potter," he said simply, sliding and hand around Harry's neck and sighing, “that can't happen again.”

Harry nodded, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment. Draco's eyes flickered over his face then he leaned down and kissed Harry softly, his fingers gently massaging Harry's neck.

Harry's hand came up to grasp Draco's arm lightly as they continued to kiss. The kiss was unlike so many others they had shared. It wasn't demanding, but soft, caressing.

Tongues danced around each other in a tentative dance, tasting carefully. Harry gave a contented sigh when the kiss was broken.

Draco gave Harry one last fleeting glance before pushing himself and beginning to get dressed.

Harry sighed and followed suit, pulling on his boxers and pants, then his shirt as well. Draco stood by the door, waiting for him to finish then motioned him out the door. He followed him down the stairs and to the front door.

At the door, Harry turned around, looking like he wanted to say something. Instead, he just sighed and turned to leave. Draco caught his arm and turned him around.

He pulled Harry towards him and gave him a soft kiss. He let Harry go and smirked.

"See you at practice, Potter," he said, opening the door for Harry. Harry gave him an odd look before walking out the door. As he heard the door shut behind him, a small smile blossomed on his face.

Draco shut the door and leaned against it, hanging his head and closing his eyes momentarily. He shook himself mentally and pushed away from the door.

He walked back into the living room, looking around it and wondering what to do. His eyes fell on the fire grate and a spark shot into his eyes. He walked over to it and lit a fire. Then he reached into an ornamental jar on his fireplace for a handful of green powder.

He threw it into the flames and called. "Pansy, come talk to me."

He sat down on the couch and waited. Seconds later, a revolving shape appeared in the fireplace and Pansy stepped elegantly out, brushing soot off her dress.

"Yes, Draco?" she asked.

"Sit," he said, indicating the couch. She sat down at the opposite end, kicking off her shoes and curling her legs underneath her comfortably.

"What is this about?" she asked without any preamble.

He scowled at her inference. "What makes you think there's something going on?"

"Because you never call me just to chat," she replied simply. "So what happened this time?"

"Nothing happened," he replied scathingly.

"Really?" she asked interestedly. "So you've been a good boy lately? No more sleeping with Potter? Keeping your hands to yourself, eh?"

"Why do you always assume the worst?" Draco sneered, unnerved by how accurate she was.

"Who said it was the worst?" she asked with a mysterious smile.

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. She was watching him carefully and he knew it was no use to conceal anything from her. She knew him too well.

"Fine," he said, sighing dramatically. "Potter and I are still shagging, happy now? You were right. And now there are more problems."

"More?" she asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

Draco sighed again. "Yes, I... I think I'm... I--"

"You're what?" Pansy interrupted as he showed no sign of completing the sentence on his own.

"He's getting to me!" Draco exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" she asked carefully.

"I mean, I can't stop thinking about him. And when we're together, something feels... different."

"Different? How?" Pansy pushed, interested to know if Draco was finally realizing what she and Blaise had known for a while.

"Well, at first it was just okay, you know. It was only a little messing around. We would do whatever and go our separate ways. Now, I feel almost bad when he leaves... It's odd, you know? I don't know why I feel like that. I mean, he's just a guy. Just someone to mess with, have a little fun. And then, his wife! It's no wonder he wanted to cheat on her. I can't believe he has to go home to that."

Pansy stared at him as he finished. He huffed and glared at the fire. Finally he looked up at her and gave her a questioning look.

"What?"

"Are you... Are you telling me," Pansy said, a smirk creeping on her face, "that you're beginning to care for Potter?"

"What?! No!" Draco exclaimed.

"Really? Because it kind of sounds like that to me," she said suggestively.

"Well, maybe, I mean, no! He just—I mean, I can't—I don't..." Draco trailed off. He realized deep down that what she was saying had some veracity to it.

Pansy reached over and set a hand comfortingly on his arm and gave him a warm smile. "It's okay to have feelings, Draco. Most people do."

He scowled at her then averted his gaze to the carpet. He didn't know what he was going to do about this. It was all just getting to be too much.

"What am I going to do about it then?" he asked her.

"You've just got to figure it out," she said simply.

"Yeah, you're really helpful, Pansy. You know that?" he said sarcastically.

She just shrugged at him from her position on the couch. "Well, anything I say wouldn't help anyway. But at least you've learned something."

"Oh yeah? And what was that?"

"That it's not a good idea to manipulate someone who can possibly lead to your downfall."

"Yeah, you're really no help at all."

"I know."

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Ginny paced around the living room, glancing up at the clock every five seconds. It was an hour past when Harry was due to be home. She huffed again to herself and resumed her pacing.

She wanted to know what was going on. Obviously, everyone was hiding something from her and she was going to find out what it was.

She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at the clock once more. It had only moved a minute between then and the last time she had looked.

Where is he?! she thought adamantly, he should be home by now!

She continued her angry pacing as she circled the room once more. It enraged her that they were all concealing something from her. She stopped once more, thinking to herself.

If no one will tell me, I'll just have to find someone who will.

With that thought, she Apparated in a crack from the apartment. She reappeared in front of a large white house. She walked quickly up the front path and knocked roughly on the front door.

There was a moment of silence until the door was opened and Hermione appeared in the opening.

"Ginny," she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"


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A/N: So I update like... 14 hours ahead of schedule, but it's technically Monday, so I expect some happy reviews! Or at least, I hope for them :) Please review!