The Ruby Ruse

Title: The Ruby Ruse
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Email: meandmine1@verizon.net
Status/Part: 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: Jan 2006
Key words: M/M

Summary: Draco has hunted Harry down to pay up on outstanding bills. What happens
when they figure out who really ran up the bills and what happens between
them?

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Thanks to Fiend for the beta work!


Chapter 4 The Ruby Ruse Hot and Hotter

Harry turned his back on the blond and pulled in a deep breath. Draco quietly snickered. Oh yes, he knew this was going to be an eventful weekend. The former Gryffindor turned around, determined to get to feed his body before feeding his lust. If he was reading the signs correctly, they were both going to need food. Seeing that Draco was ready, Harry pulled him out the door and down the stairs to the fireplace. Taking a large handful of Floo powder, and wrapping his other arm tightly around the blond, he stepped them in and called out “Hot and Hotter”.

Harry had finally learned how to land gracefully. He still pulled the blond closer to him. Any excuse was a good excuse for contact with him. The brunet finally admitted to himself he and Draco could have the physical side and then work on the rest. He was sure this would be a lasting relationship.

Harry pulled them into the corner booth so they could easily see the rest of the establishment. “Tell me Draco, how hot and spicy do you like your food?”

The blond raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry. “Well Harry, I usually take the middle road with spice. Why?”

“Let me go put in our order and I’ll be right back. Trust me on this.” Harry slid out of the booth and headed across the room. The blond was watching the sway of the Quidditch player’s gait. He was drooling and knew it had nothing to do with the aromas permeating the atmosphere.

Harry grabbed a couple of butterbeers on the way back. Sliding into the booth, he made sure to put himself as close to Draco as possible without climbing in his lap.

“Draco, I’ve thought about this magnetism between us. I need to tell you I’m not one who “plays the field”. Harry stopped for a second and decided to get it all in the open. “Draco, if I give in to this, are you willing to have a full-time monogamous relationship? I’ve only had one of those and it lasted for years until I came home and found ‘her’ in bed with ‘him’. I packed all of my stuff and was out of there in 20 minutes. She was riding him again when I slammed the door on my way out. I haven’t gone back, spoken to either one, and I have no intention of doing so, or going through that again. Do you see why I’m insistent on this?”

Draco looked him in the eyes and leaned in for the lightest of kisses. “Harry, you’re asking for the same thing I am. I walked away from my relationship for the same reasons. Only it took me 20 minutes to pack his stuff and kick their sorry arses out of my home. Took me less time to take the mattress out back, transfigure two dead tree branches to look like them and then increate it. Merlin, wouldn’t it be ironic if was the same ‘her’? On three, we speak the name of the female that let us find our way here. Ready? One. Two. Three.”

Looking at each other and taking a deep breath they spoke at the same time, “Hermione Granger”

They looked at each other and started snickering, which led to chuckles, to laughs and finally full guffaws as they held onto each other. Just that fast, the laughter stopped, tension built and what felt the most natural thing in the world happened. They moved together, letting lips envelop lips, until one tongue glided over the other’s lips, begging for entrance and having it granted. Both men lost the sense of where they were as they lost themselves in each other.

They were abruptly brought back with a shrill whistle, followed by a, “Merlin’s balls, that was hotter than the chef’s Triple Suicide Soul Sucking Sauce. Damn, fellas, are you open, or is this exclusive?”

The former Gryffindor and Slytherin sat there blushing, with arms wrapped around each other. Staring into the other’s eyes, they spoke as one. “Exclusive”.

The waiter gently set down the tray with their food and brought over two more butterbeers. “Butterbeers are on me, guys. If you ever change your minds, I’ll be here.”

Harry looked at the young man carefully for the first time. ‘Ray’ was on the nametag. “Ray, why don’t you go talk to Pierre before you go any further? Trust me.”

Draco looked at ‘his’ brunet with a smirk. Was Harry really that possessive and jealous? Did Draco want that? To be honest with himself he could only answer, “hell yes”. Following that thought came, “Who’s Pierre, and how does Harry know him that well?”

Draco cleared his throat, providing Ray with the chance to escape as the brunet turned to the blond. Draco asked the last question that had popped into his head and was answered with a chuckle.

“Draco, is that jealousy I hear? Merlin, it sounds good coming from your mouth. Well, maybe not the jealousy itself, but the idea that you already care enough to bristle.” Harry paused and placed a chaste kiss on that mouth. “Now, just so you know, and nothing is between us this early, Ray doesn’t know yet that he just made a pass at his employer and significant other. Not to worry, Pierre will straighten him out. Pierre is my manager here. Now, let me show you our specials.”

Harry picked up a piece of something red coloured, blew on it and placed it at Draco’s lips. The blond licked his lips before taking a small bite and pulled it into his mouth. Harry watched as Draco’s eyes widened as he kept chewing and then swallowed.

“Merlin Draco, you make that even look sexy. Now, we are going to the next one after you take a long drink of your butterbeer.”

Draco picked up his bottle and licked the top before drinking deeply. Pulling the bottle away from his mouth, he looked at the brunet. “Next?”

The former Gryffindor grunted as he felt his trousers tighten despite the looseness of the cut material. He tried to chuckle as he picked up the next piece and looked at the tray, deciding on his next move. He slowly dragged one side along the top of one dip and rolled it to pull the other side through a second dip. He held it up and Draco opened his lips and wrapped them around the tidbit.

The blond set his teeth against the food and pulled back. The three tastes blended together on his tongue, covering his taste buds. Harry smiled, watching the blond’s face expressing what he was tasting. Swallowing again, Draco lifted the bottle to his mouth and finished it.

Harry picked up another one and dunked it straight into the hottest looking dip. Pulling it out, he twisted it so it wouldn’t lose any of the sauce and brought it to his own lips, letting his teeth tear into it. Chewing slower than Draco thought possible with that spicy heat, Harry finally swallowed. Draco picked up Harry’s bottle and handed it to him. The brunet shook his head and pulled Draco in for a deep kiss. Draco felt the heat transfer from Harry’s tongue to his own mouth and could only go deeper into the kiss, not being able to leave the heat.

Finally breaking the kiss, Harry picked up a small spoon and scooped up some sugar. He tapped the blond’s lips with a finger and Draco obediently opened his mouth. “Stick out your tongue, Draco.” Harry sprinkled some of the sugar on the red, aggrieved tongue. “Let it melt,” he whispered, before doing the same to his own. Draco’s eyes widened as he felt the burn ease. When the sugar was totally gone, he took a swig from the water goblet that had appeared on the table. Harry did the same before smiling again.

Draco decided it was time for fair play and began feeding different combinations to Harry. The Gryffindor ate from his other’s hands. They fed each other back and forth until the tray was empty. “Harry, you said my clothes would get ruined. When and how?” The Slytherin had a full belly and a fully swollen cock and was ready to lose the clothes and play.

Harry gave him an evil grin and moved out of the booth, holding his hand out for Draco to take. The blond placed his hand in Harry’s and slid out of the booth. Harry led him to the back part of the room where a camouflaged door stood. Harry opened it and pulled Draco through.

That evening Harry introduced Draco to the fun ‘in’ the ‘Pulling Pit’. It was one of Harry’s little kinks. He would fill a ‘pit’ with a soft squishy substance. ‘Opponents’ would climb into the pit. The rules were simple: no pulling on very personal body parts (unless there was an agreement prior to entering the pit). Any clothes pulling and clothes wreckage were within rules. If your clothes came off, well, that was just part of the fun. The last rule – the last one standing got to claim their reward as long as it was consensual.

Draco listened and walked around the pit. Harry nodded and it was filled with tonight’s choice of substance. Draco finished walking around the pit and came back in front of Harry. He deliberately leaned over and undid his boot, placing them in the cubby. Harry groaned as Draco made sure their bodies were touching while he had removed them. Draco stood up and the brunet wrapped an arm around him and bent them both forward, whispering in the blond’s ear “Go ahead, take my boots off. I always win in my pit and I know what I want for my reward.”

The blond shivered as Harry rubbed against his arse as he undid the brunet’s boots. When they came off, Harry pulled them upright and walked them to the walkway to the pit. The blond scrunched up his nose as he felt the ‘stuff’ squish between his toes. Nevertheless, he had seen these before and climbed in and waded to the middle, letting his fingertips drag across the top, getting a ‘feel’ of the material. He found it not quite a gel and not quite a pudding, thick, but still slick, and tonight it was white.

Harry climbed in after him. Suddenly, the lights changed, the music started and an announcer came, from who knows where. There was a play by play call as they circled each other, Harry smirking, thinking he had the advantage. He didn’t know how proficient Draco was at this sort of thing. The blond smirked. Harry apparently didn’t know the idea originated in the mud baths for beauty and cleansing, and Draco was a great practitioner.

Harry finally made his way to Draco and wrapped one hand around Draco’s left forearm, the other grabbed a wrist. Draco moved in close to Harry, forcing the one hand out to the side and braced himself on one foot, while gliding the other up Harry’s leg to his waist. The brunet had not expected that move and had to move carefully to keep from falling back. Diversionary tactics were called for. He let the hand on the forearm slide up to the shoulder. When he was sure Draco had a good hold on him, he sunk his fingers into his shirt the blond was wearing and ripped the arm down. The blond let his fingers of his trapped left arm ghost across Harry’s stomach. He found the buttons on the shirt and ripped, effectively baring the brunet’s chest before running his coated fingers around the navel.

Harry looked into the gleaming eyes of his would-be lover. Thinking it was time for the blond to start losing clothes, Harry let his hand wander until he found the buttons and copied Draco’s actions with his shirt. The blond smirked, pulled his right hand free and let it roam on Harry’s trousers until he found a tear at the back. Pulling on it gave him the auditory satisfaction of hearing the ruining of material. His hand ghosted over the spot to find bare skin under his touch. Licking his lips, he let his fingers glide around the edges of the hole.

Harry jerked at the contact and almost toppled them. Draco decided to bring his leg down for better balance as Harry’s questing fingers found the tear on the thigh of his trousers. Harry tried to make the audience believe he was having trouble tearing the material across, so with a swift yank, he ripped the front of that trouser leg down to the knee.

They kept up ripping and pulling and stroking each other as it got warmer in the room from the extra bodies. The Slytherin decided enough was enough and stepped up to Harry, laid an arm along his chest, his hand resting on Harry’s shoulder. As he leaned in for a kiss, he took his left foot, wrapped it around Harry’s right and pushed. Harry hit the mixture with a big squish and the laughter and whooping of the crowd. It was his first defeat in the pit. Draco stuck out his hand to help Harry up. Instead of pulling Harry up, Draco fell on top of him. Leaning in to whisper he told the brunet, “I know what I want for my reward. We’ll go back to my place, straight to my showers, clean up, and then you can show me the other hunger you talked about. It will only go as far as you want. The rest of the reward will be waking up with you in my arms in the morning. Agreed?”

Harry looked into his eyes while yelling over his shoulder to the announcer. “George, take care of our boots.” Lowering his voice so only Draco could hear him, he growled out “Why are we still here then?”

Draco looked him in the eyes, placed lips to lips and disapparated them with wandless magic, straight to his showers that turned on as soon as they stood under them.

Harry lived up to and passed Draco’s expectations that night, and was there when Draco woke in the morning with a satisfied smile on his face.

This was the day they would get to know each other better and start to work on the just punishment for the one they now referred to as the Ruby Ruse, the red was all a fake, and they were going to expose it.