A Business Affair

Chapter Thirty-six: A Turning Point


"Malfoy," Harry said, sliding in the open door and into the well-lit entrance way.

"Potter, what are you doing here?" Draco drawled, surprised to find him on his doorstep.

He could see Harry was rethinking his decision as he stood in front of him, the door still open behind him.

"Well, Ginny was yelling and all I could think was that I wanted to get out of there, and then she kept accusing me of lying which is stupid because she's doing the exact same thing! And then I thought that I couldn't tell her what I knew and all I could do was let her yell at me, but then I thought that I didn't have to. So I left but then I realized I didn't have anywhere to go! Hermione's not home, off somewhere with Blaise, I dunno. And Ron is so busy with Pansy that I just didn't want interrupt them and I--"

He was cut off as a hand clamped over his mouth. He looked up at Draco questioningly.

"Potter," Draco said firmly. "Shut up."

He lowered the hand slowly and Harry nodded, taking a breath to calm himself.

"Right, sorry," Harry apologized. "You know, I shouldn't have come here at all. I'm sorry, I'll just go," he said, turning back to the front door but Draco caught his arm.

"Come in, Potter," he sighed, pushing Harry towards the living room. He shut the door behind Harry as he walked dazedly into the other room.

Harry walked over to the couch and sat down on it jerkily. He didn't know exactly why he had picked Draco's house to go to, but it had been the first thing to come to mind and he had somehow ended up on the front doorstep.

"So, Potter," Draco said slowly, sitting down next to him. "Why are you here again?"

"I got in another fight with Ginny," Harry sighed, not looking at him, but running his finger over the pattern on the couch.

"About what?" Draco asked, kicking himself for asking more about his life. He didn't need to know. This was not supposed to happen. He already knew he was feeling things he wasn't supposed to with Harry and it had to stop.

"She accused me of keeping something from her," Harry muttered darkly. "Which I suppose is true, but it's not like she's not doing the exact same thing!"

"What?" Draco asked, confused.

"She's cheating on me," Harry sighed again, still focused on the couch.

"Why?! You're Harry Potter. Who would cheat on you?"

Harry looked up and gave him a withering look. "Just because I'm Harry Potter does not mean I'm not human. It is possible for people not to care about me. I should know," he added in a mutter, thinking about his childhood with the Dursley's.

Draco had an odd expression on his face as he watched Harry, who went back to tracing the pattern on the couch. It was a mixture of confusion and interest.

"Is that why you wanted to do this so badly?" he asked shrewdly, and Harry looked up sharply.

"What?"

"This, is that why?" Draco repeated.

"I guess," Harry said, shrugging and lowering his gaze once more, "I don't really know anymore."

Draco watched as Harry looked sadly at the couch, his finger running over the pattern on it. Draco's eyebrows were furrowed as he thought about what Harry had said.

Finally, Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and stilled it. Harry raised his eyes slowly to Draco's and Draco could see the worry and sadness behind the glittering, green eyes.

He stood up from the couch, still gripping Harry's arm. Harry was forced to his feet, still watching Draco uncertainly. Draco's hand slid down from his wrist to grab Harry's hand. He began tugging him up the stairs.

Harry followed slowly, wondering what Draco was thinking. They went up the stairs and down the hallway to the end to Draco's bedroom. Draco pushed open the door and led Harry inside.

Once they were inside, Draco dropped Harry's hand and slid his arms around Harry's neck, kissing him softly. The kiss turned from sweet to needy in a matter of seconds. Draco allowed Harry to take control of the kiss, pushing his tongue past the blonde’s lips and into his hot mouth.

They stumbled backward until they hit the bed, but they didn't fall back. Harry was kissing Draco furiously, letting out all his emotions, anger at Ginny, need for Draco.

Draco's hand slid up into Harry's thick, messy hair and tangled itself into the dark locks. He felt Harry's hand come up to caress his back. Draco let out a low moan into Harry's mouth as the kiss continued hungrily.

Draco broke it breathlessly and pulled away from a panting Harry. He backed slowly to the bed and crawled on it, lying on his back. Harry looked down at him, confusion etched on his face.

"Malfoy, what are you--?"

"I'm giving you an opportunity, Potter," Draco said, still panting from the kiss. "If I were you, I would take it while it stands."

Harry hesitated, knowing he may never get that opportunity again with the blond. He moved slowly over to the bed and carefully climbed on top of Draco. He settled himself comfortably in between the blonde’s legs, feeling his erection nestled into his own.

He bit his lip to suppress a groan as Draco angled his hips upward, pressing his erection into Harry's teasingly.

"Come on, Harry," he whispered challengingly. He barely noticed that he’d used Harry's name. It just came so naturally.

Harry's eyes darkened with lust at the whispered challenge. He quickly removed his pants with a spell of his own and Draco's as well. His hands grazed against Draco's thigh as they ran up and under his tee shirt. He pulled the shirt over Draco's head in one semi-smooth moment.

He pulled his own off with some difficulty, scowling as he heard Draco laughing lightly at his trouble. He threw it violently to the side when he finally got it off and glared at Draco.

Draco reached up and ran his fingers over Harry's cheek, giving him a small smile. Harry's glare slowly melted from his face as he leaned in closer to the blond, smelling his unique cologne. He ran his tongue over his neck experimentally.

He was rewarded by a low moan that spurred him. He began to suck on the pale skin, nipping lightly. In response, Draco arched his body, throwing his erection once again into contact with Harry's already throbbing member.

Harry gasped at the contact then kissed Draco's neck quickly. He fluttered kisses up Draco's jaw line and up to his mouth before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Harry thrust his tongue hungrily in the blonde’s mouth, desperate to taste him.

He bit down on Draco's lip, causing a surprised gasp of pain and pleasure in one. Draco's hands were running over his muscular shoulders, his fingernails occasionally catching on the skin, sending jolts of electricity through Harry's body.

Harry pulled out of the kiss slowly, gazing down at Draco who made the perfect picture underneath him; hair askew, lips red and full, his cheeks pink and flushed.

"What?" Draco asked him. "Fuck, Harry, let's go."

Harry hesitated for a second before reaching down and digging for his wand in the pile of clothes. He found it and pulled it out. He muttered a lubricant spell and watched as Draco's body arched off the bed.

He paused once more, unsure of what to do. He had never done this before. Draco seemed to sense his hesitation. He pulled Harry in close for a kiss.

"Just go slow," he whispered against Harry's lips. Harry nodded nervously and moved back.

He pushed a finger into Draco's opening, feeling the muscles clench tightly down on it. He wiggled it around slightly as Draco had always done before. He looked up as Draco gave a low moan.

He added a second finger, hoping he was doing it right. He pushed it in as deep as it would go, brushing against a bundle of muscles within Draco that caused the blond to cry out in pleasure. He scissored the two, stretching the opening as much as he could, fearful of hurting Draco.

"Okay, okay," Draco gasped as Harry continued to move his fingers. "That's enough, just fuck me!"

Harry shivered at Draco's words, loving how they issued from his mouth. He removed his fingers, placing the head of his leaking cock at the base of Draco's entrance.

He nudged it in slowly, still uneasy about the whole thing. He gasped as Draco's muscles tightened around his cock as he slid it in further. Once he was fully sheathed in Draco's tight body, he stopped, trying to gain his breath back.

Draco shifted impatiently, shoving his body harder against Harry's member.

"Harry," he said threateningly. "If you don't move in about five seconds I'm going to finish this off myself!"

Harry nodded and swallowed hard. He pulled out of Draco slightly before sliding back in carefully. Draco gave a groan and Harry pulled out again, this time moving faster and harder as he thrust back into Draco’s body.

Harry leaned forward to change the angle of his thrusts and slammed back into Draco's receptive body, his hips slamming upward to meet Harry thrust for thrust. Harry leaned into Draco's neck as he pushed his body in more forcefully.

His hot breath came in puffs over Draco's neck, driving him delirious.

"Ohhhhh, Draco," Harry moaned as he drove in again, Draco's muscles tightening over his cock deliciously.

Draco shuddered as Harry moaned his name in his ear. The sound of it just rolled perfectly off his tongue. Draco turned his head to the side and caught Harry's mouth in a fiery kiss.

Harry groaned into the kiss as he continued to thrust into Draco's body, slamming against his prostate, causing Draco to break the kiss with a sharp gasp of pleasure.

Harry could feel himself nearing his climax as Draco's muscles contracted tightly over his cock, driving him wild with pleasure. With one last thrust he came, hard, inside Draco's body.

He shut his eyes as an explosion took place somewhere in his body, shooting wave after wave of heat through his body as he came to a climax. As it ended he was unable to hold himself up any longer and collapsed on top of Draco who had also cum some moments ago. Harry had barely noticed in the heat of the moment.

He lay on top of Draco until he regained enough strength to roll off to the side, removing himself from Draco's body slowly. He laid on the silk sheets staring up at the canopy that hung over the bed.

He wasn't quite sure what had happened. He knew that Draco didn't relinquish power easily. He glanced over to where Draco was lying, still panting slightly from their actions.

"Malfoy?" he asked quietly, reverting back to his surname. Draco looked over at him.

"What, Potter?"

"Why did you--?" Harry asked, not finishing the sentence, but letting it hang.

Draco propped himself up on his arm and looked over at Harry, who had also sat up halfway.

"Didn't you like it?" he asked, smirking.

Harry frowned, this not being the reaction he had expected. "Well, yeah," he said slowly.

"Then don't question a good thing," Draco drawled. He turned and got off the bed, gathering his clothes and slipping back into them.

Harry stayed on the bed for the moment, watching him, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to his conversation with Hermione.

"Draco," Harry said, and Draco stopped suddenly, his shirt in his hand.

He turned around slowly to look at Harry. "Why did you call me that?" he asked.

Harry ignored the question but slipped off the bed and approached him carefully. "Draco, how do you feel?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I... I just want to know what you think... about us," Harry said slowly and unsurely. He bit his lip as

Draco paused, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. "You're married, Potter," he said finally.

"So? I just want to know."

"Fine, if you want to know, I think you're not half-bad. Sure your morals are a bit screwed up, but whose aren't? I also think that this decision is not up to me. I'm not the one with a wife."

Harry didn't say anything for a moment. He stood there for so long that Draco sighed. He walked closer to him and gave him a light kiss.

"I have to go, Potter. Stay here if you want, but make up your mind."

With another quick kiss, Draco left the room, pulling on his shirt. He walked down to the living room, informed the head house-elf that Harry was there, then Disapparated.

He Apparated in front of Pansy's house and knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for it to open. Finally, it was pulled open by Pansy. She invited him in and they went into the living room, sitting down in a couple of chairs by the fireplace.

"What did you do now?" Pansy asked immediately.

Instead of scowling, Draco just sighed. "I told Harry he had to make a decision."

"Harry, now, is he?" she asked interestedly.

"Not to his face," Draco muttered, and Pansy smirked.

"Have you told him you loved him?"

"What?!" Draco asked alarmed. "Who ever said that?"

"Well, no one, but it's kind of obvious."

"Well, I don't," he said plainly, clearing taken by shock by the very suggestion. He had never given it that much thought.

"Alright, alright," she said, “but you told him kind of how you feel, right?"

"Sort of..." Draco said, shrugging.

Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes. "How do you want this to end?" she asked him.

"I don't know," Draco said. "It's not like I've really thought about it. I guess in a perfect situation, his wife would die and he would be with me." He gave Pansy a smirk.

"It's unlikely she's going to die, so then what?" Pansy asked.

"Then he's just going to have to decide."

"And you're hoping he chooses you, right?"

"Of course!" Draco exclaimed. "What else would I want?"

"Well, good," she said calmly.

Draco just rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch. "As much help as you have been," he said sarcastically. "I need to be alone."

She smiled at him supportively and also rose from the couch. She walked him to the door. Just before opening it, she stopped him. "Don't worry, whatever happens, it will be for the best."

He gave her a small smile then opened the door. On his way down the path, he nearly ran into Ron coming up it the other way.

"Watch it, Weasel," he snarled as he pushed past. Ron frowned as Draco walked to the end of the walk and Disapparated. He continued on his way up the path and into the house, the door snapping shut behind him.


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A/N: Oh my, the pieces are falling... tumbling into place with each new chapter... Please review!