Not Your Usual Love Story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from the Potter canon. Any OCs are mine, as is the story portrayed herein. Anything copyrighted to the name of JK Rowling or and of her publishers have simply been borrowed. I make no money from this story or any of my others.


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By the time Molly Weasley had opened the door, the blonde and the brunette were seated as far away from each other as the sofa would allow. Harry had grabbed his wand and banished all traces of alcohol to the bathroom. They would be safe there until Molly had left the boys in peace.

“Ah boys, you’re still in one piece. Tom said you’d been bickering earlier and, oh, you know after everything that’s gone on, I didn’t want you to end up fighting again.”

Harry couldn’t help but wonder if Ginny had already spoken to her mother and if Molly was trying to prove to herself that Harry and Draco really had been kissing earlier. He was worried that just being in the same room as his ex-nemesis, he was cementing the rumour that there was a relationship between the pair.

“No, Mrs, Weasley we’re fine, honestly. Just chatting, catching up, you know.” Draco didn’t seem fazed.

“Arthur was convinced you were going to spend the night at each other’s throats.”

Draco seemed to lose some of his poise here and let out a muffled yelp. Harry stepped hard on his toe, grateful that there was a table in the way so that Molly didn’t notice.

“Oh well then, I’ll be off, places to go, people to see, you know. See you at breakfast, boys.” She disappeared back from whence she came, and Draco turned to Harry.

“Bastard,” he muttered.

Harry let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he had been holding. He summoned the wine from the bathroom, and after a hefty gulp, dropped his head onto Draco’s shoulder. He felt Draco lift his arm and wrap it around Harry’s shoulders. Harry turned his head up to Draco’s and kissed him full on the mouth.

The sudden intimate contact was like lighting a fuse. After a pause of a millisecond, the boys were on top of each other, biting, licking, sucking at each others necks, as Harry, suddenly overcome, writhed underneath Draco. Draco pulled at the hem of Harry’s T-shirt, and their lips parted for a moment at he pulled it over Harry’s head. Sliding his hands all over Harry’s chest, with its smooth covering of dusty black hair, Draco then proceeded to gently run a fingernail down Harry’s chest, making him shiver. Draco moved his hand to the hard nub of Harry’s nipple, and after circling it, he pinched it, hard. Harry gasped and looked at Draco.

“Ouch. Bastard. Do that again.”

Draco smiled, and did as he was told. Harry gasped again, and then began kissing Draco once more. Their tongues duelled for dominance, each wanting to make the other moan louder, or buck his hips harder. Just like everything else they ever did, it was a battle for supremacy.

Harry let out a tiny moan as Draco’s arm wound its way underneath him and pulled him even closer. He could feel the Slytherin’s heart beat through his shirt and realised it would be no hardship to lay with Draco like that for a long time, their bodies pressed close and their lips just short of touching. So Harry ceased the bucking of his hips and the running of his hands over Draco’s back. He simply held the other boy close. Draco seemed to agree with Harry, and buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, face nuzzling into Harry’s hair. Harry could smell Draco, an addictive mix of aftershave, sweat and pheromones.

“Mmmm,” murmured the blonde with a swipe of his tongue. “You taste even better than you smell.”

“Draco,” Harry whispered into the blonde’s feathery light hair.

“What?” Draco’s voice was muffled.

“What would your view be on that when this night is over, you’ll be screaming my name?”

“Not going to happen.” Draco was confident.

“I bet I can do it.” Harry was even more so.

“I bet you can’t.” Draco had had self-control lessons since the age of nine. He was sure he could control himself. It was only Potter after all.

“Alright, you’re on.” Harry had always enjoyed a challenge, and Malfoy was a good one to accept a challenge from. This was going to be very, very interesting.

“Well, what’s my prize if I win?” Draco, eager to begin, was not going to do so until all the stipulations of the bet were in place.

“We’ll figure it out later. It won’t be necessary anyway. I’m going to win.” Harry pushed Draco off him, and stood up.

“Sit on the sofa.” Harry demanded, and Draco complied. “Feet on the floor.”

“Can I have my wine please?” Draco asked. Harry passed Draco the empty glass. “I drank it all already?” Harry picked up the bottle and showed Draco. “We drank it all already?”

“Seems like it.” Harry unscrewed the tequila and poured two inches into each tumbler. “Get that down you, it’s healthy.” He knocked back the tumbler-full of neat tequila and watched as Draco did the same. The blonde winced, and then smiled as the spirit warmed him. Harry poured them both another.

“You trying to get me pissed?” Draco slurred his words very slightly. Or Harry may have just been too drunk to understand him properly.

“Maybe. Stay still.” Harry smirked a truly Malfoy-worthy smirk as he slid onto his knees.

The brunette reached over to the table and picked up the now half empty bottle of Cuervo. This was going to be a lot of fun. As Harry unscrewed the bottle and then cut open the lime with a well aimed slashing spell, Draco began to wonder exactly what this game was going to be. He soon found out.

Harry straddled Draco, and then removed the blonde’s shirt in a swift movement.

“Malfoy, jeans off now.” Obedient for once in his life, Draco quickly undid his own fly, and Harry pushed the offending layer of denim out of his way over his lover’s hips and onto the floor. He could see, and more importantly feel, Draco’s rock-hard erection through the thin cotton of his black boxers.

“Boxers too.” Harry was demanding and Draco was too horny to turn him down. He lifted his hips slightly up towards Harry’s and slid his boxers from his slim, almost bony hips. Harry paused in his kissing of Malfoy’s chest to look at the stunning naked specimen of male beauty that lay prone on the sofa beneath him. Draco’s skin was porcelain pale, and almost completely unblemished. A thin scar fluttered delicately across his smooth chest, a reminder of the war they had survived. The only signs of the intensly aroused state he was in were the flush across the top of his chest and the rapidity of his breathing.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. God, and you kept this beautiful body a secret all these years.” As Harry spoke, he ground his own erection, still covered by his trousers and boxers; far too much fabric as far as Draco was concerned, into Draco’s own. Each time he rotated his hips, Draco let out a gasp of pleasure.

“Harry. Naked. Now. Uh…please.” Malfoy was not particularly coherent, but Harry got the gist of what he was saying. Harry bit his nipple and Malfoy gasped.

“You want me? Naked?” Still grinding hard with every word.

“Yuh…yes.”

Harry stood up, removing himself entirely from any contact with the panting, moaning blonde. He undid his belt and the fly of his jeans; they fell easily from his hips. He then teased his fingers under the elastic of his boxers.

“Fucking get them off Potter.” Draco seemed to be a lot surer of himself now he wasn’t being mercilessly dry-fucked.

Harry obeyed, and pushed his boxers down, freeing his straining erection. He then picked up the salt and drizzled it over Draco’s naked chest.

“What the fuck?” cried Draco, thoroughly confused and covered in a thin layer of salt.

“Trust me.” Harry bent his head to Draco’s chest and licked a line through the salt. He then poured some tequila onto the blonde’s collarbone, and removed that with his tongue as well. Finally, he picked up the lime. Harry squeezed it into his mouth, and descended on Draco, sharing the three flavours with him with his kiss.

Draco moaned. Tequila shots were one of his favourite things out of a glass, but from Harry, they were utterly intoxicating. Harry pulled away from the kiss and lowered his head to Draco’s chest again, collecting salt and tequila. This time, he squeezed the lime into Draco’s mouth and collected the final part of the shot from his partner.

Suddenly, it seemed like the blonde had had enough of being used as a table. He pulled Harry close and kissed him passionately. He then proceeded to flip the brunette underneath him. It took Draco mere seconds to kiss all the way down Harry’s chest and to engulf his weeping cock in his mouth. Harry wasn\'t expecting it, and his reflexes thrust hard into Draco’s mouth. What he also wasn’t expecting was for the blonde to swallow him straight down.

“Sweet fucking Jesus, Draco. Where in the name of all that is holy did you learn to do that?”

Draco laughed around his cock, giving an incredible vibrating sensation to what was already the best blow-job Harry had ever experienced. Draco then made the blow job one step better. He slid one finger into his mouth, then two, coating them with saliva.

Draco slid his fingers inside Harry, stretching him preparing him for what was to come.

“Draco.”

Draco removed his mouth from around Harry’s cock, and his fingers from slightly more intimate places, knowing that the tone in which his name had just been said was not just a passionate exclamation.

“Stop, Draco.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Not tonight, Draco. I met up with you today. It’s been a day. We cant rush this, OK? If this is going to happen, I want it to be special.”

“OK. Can I still…” He gestured euphemistically at the erection in front of him.

“Yeah, go on then.” Of course, it was such a hardship for Harry to allow Draco to suck him off, and then, in return, for him to do the same for the equally receptive blonde.


Afterwards, the new lovers kissed once more and then curled up together, Harry resting on Draco’s chest and nestled in between his legs.

At about four in the morning, Harry awoke. He first tried to figure out where exactly all his body parts were, and once he had done that, to the detriment of some parts of his hangover, he decided laying still would be the best bet. Because he was cradled in the arms of Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was sitting up, back against the arm of the sofa, and Harry was nestled in his arms, stretched out between Draco’s legs, his head resting on the blonde’s chest. And he was, although covered with a blanket, completely butt-naked.

“Morning, sleepy-head,” whispered the blonde. “Do you still respect me?”

Harry could hardly think. His head was pounding. What the hell had gone on last night?

“Yes, Ma…Draco. I still respect you. I will respect you even more if you’ll charm my hangover away.”

Draco picked up his wand and waved it dismissively at Harry. The brunette felt his head clear and the nausea subside.

“Thank you.” Harry laid his head back down. “Can we sleep some more? I’m tired. Think you wore me out.”

Draco gently touched Harry’s cheek with his finger.

“No. I want to talk to you. I want you to tell me your secrets. I’ll tell you this now Harry; I don’t do one night stands.”

“Oh god though Draco, I’m not sure if I can handle you being a talker. Not on only an hours sleep. I’ll tell you a big secret. I don’t do one night stands either.”

Draco kissed Harry, full on the mouth. Harry recoiled.

“Draco! I may not do one night stands, but it’s a long relationship before I’ll kiss anyone with morning breath!”

Putting on a Death Eater scowl for Harry’s benefit, but secretly agreeing, Draco picked up his wand again, and waved it at himself and Harry while muttering under his breath. He then kissed Harry again. This time, Harry reciprocated almost as much as he had last night. Draco’s lips and tongue and ah.... Harry gave in to the blonde’s assault on his mouth and leaned back, allowing the blonde full control. Draco twined his fingers with Harry’s, which Harry found a strangely intimate gesture, but he didn’t really have the time to deal with it. Draco’s other hand was…where? Ah there, realised Harry. On his rapidly hardening cock.

Harry suddenly, and for reasons he was unsure of, moved away from Draco.

“Draco, this is…this. I don’t know. Moving way to fast for me. I think. Shit.”

The blonde stood up, his face a real picture of Malfoy-esque rage.

“You think WHAT, Potter? Fucking hell, deep down you’re just a waste of time, aren’t you?”

“Draco. Stop. Sit down. I don’t want to stop. Oh for God’s sake why can’t I talk?”

For once in his life, Draco listened to Harry. He sat down next to the brunette who was now sitting with his head in his hands.

“Harry, talk to me. What’s wrong. It’s four in the morning and you’re having a what? A commitment-issue paddy? We’re eighteen. Well. You’re eighteen. It doesn’t matter. It’s only a shag.”

“That’s the point, it’s not. And I can’t deal with it right now.”

Harry then did the unthinkable. He stood up, picked up his T-Shirt from the lampshade, his boxers from the mantle-piece, and his jacket from the bathroom. He couldn’t see his trousers, and so decided not to bother looking.

“Draco, we’ll talk about this at school. Just don’t think you’ve got away from me. I’m not letting what last night was slip away, I promise you.”

He pulled the blonde into his arms and hugged him tight.

“You’re a bastard Harry. See you on the train.”

Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s in a chaste but passionate kiss.

Draco sat on the sofa for a while after Harry left. Then he went to his bed, curled up under the covers and fell into a deep, dreamless, miserable sleep.


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