Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

**Now, but I can't

And I don't know

How we're just two men, as God had made us

Well I can't, well I can**



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Harry leant against a wall in a dark club, music pounding his ears.





"What the hell am I doing here," he mumbled to himself.





He thought back to the answer to his question.





**





Harry sat on the front step of #12 Grimmauld Place. It had only taken a month after Ginny's graduation for Bill and Fleur's baby to be born, a girl they named Victoire Fredricka Weasley. Everyone was currently crowded around the happy new family, a baby shower ensuing. Of course all of this was too much noise for Harry, so he had slipped out as quickly and quietly as he could. It hadn't taken long before a large snowy owl, which painfully reminded him of Hedwig, landed silently in front of him.





"Hello, there."





The owl cocked its head in response. The two simply stared at each other for a long moment, before the owl clipped its beak impatiently.





"Sorry, boy. I haven't got anything for you."





The owl fluffed its feathers, as if to say 'I don't care', and Harry took the roll of parchment from the proffered leg. As soon as it was free of its parcel the owl took off, flying high into the sky before picking a direction. Harry couldn't make out which way it chose, so instead turned his attention to the thin and slanted green script. It was only a single line.





'The Green Dragon is a nice place to visit.'





**





And that was why Harry was leaning against the wall. Why he was putting up with the incessantly earsplitting music trying to tear his eardrums in two. Why he was scanning the crowd for whoever could have written the letter. Also why he was clutching his wand in his left hand, arms crossed so as to hide it.





He wasn't an idiot.





But he was curious. The one trait that could ever possible have done him in, and he was still giving in to it.





"Wallflower, Potter?"





Harry stiffened at the lazy drawl that assaulted his ears.





"Malfoy?"





He turned to the sound, though how he heard it he'd never know. As if anticipating the question Draco held up his wand, implying he'd cast a spell to aid conversation.





"I'd never have taken you for the shy type, Potter."





Harry saw the attempt at a friendly smile on the other boy's lips.





"So do you like the place?"





Draco was starting to get antsy, having to do all the talking. He was certain that Harry would have started yelling at him by now. And sure enough...





"YOU sent me the note?"





Draco's face split into a grin.





"Of course I did! What, you think I just hang out in places like this for the fun

of it?"





Harry was taken aback by how stunningly out of character this gesture seemed. But then, Draco did seem different; more grown-up, but waifier. As if he'd spent the better part of the last year hiding in his room never eating, and then the rest of it flying hard every day. As if he'd tried hard to look his best. He took in the entire appearance: the slightly disheveled ice blond hair, un-gelled, for once… the

open collar on his silver shirt… the tight... black... pants… Harry tried hard to suppress a gulp, unsure of why it was even there.



"Um... well, I'll be honest. I never expected to see you again. Not after... After last time we spoke."





Draco had to remind himself hard not to scare Harry. He wasn't at all sure what his life was really like right now; how his relationship with Ginny was going, what he was doing after he had graduated, what his sexual preference was, how he felt toward Draco right now…





"Would you like to sit down?"





Draco gestured toward one of the booths along the far wall. Harry hadn't noticed, still staring hard at the creature before him.





"Actually, I'd rather get out of here. I may be able to hear you, but I can't hear myself think."





Draco raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected them to depart so quickly. He was concerned it would go against his favour. He’d put a lot of thought into this scheduled seduction: the clothes, the music, the atmosphere, the HAIR… Had he really made such a grave error in judgment? This would have worked like a charm on him…





"Erm, sure… Did you want to go back to your place?"





Harry internally freaked out over the chaos something like that would wreak. All the questions, and the gloom it would put over everyone else when Harry'd give his answers… He knew that would never work.





"No, I'd think we'd better go somewhere a little more private than that," he said, rather bitterly.





**





Draco couldn't believe his luck, but he was adamant not to screw up and do something to scare Harry away. He desperately wanted him, with every fibre of his being, and electricity danced through his fingers as he lightly touched the object of his affection on the shoulder to guide him outside the building and into an alleyway. The side-along apparition that Draco had weakly offered, convinced would be shot down, took them back to Draco's personal flat.





**





Harry didn't know what he was getting himself into. The last time they'd spoken, they'd been yelling at each other, Draco full of hatred for him. But now as Draco directed him out, he felt a thrill on his skin, through his shirt, where foreign fingers softly pressed. He was slightly dazed at the heady feeling this close proximity produced, and it made him feel he wanted to do anything Draco asked. If only he'd keep touching him. So of course, when Draco suggested apparating back to his flat, Harry could only nod.





**





Draco's stomach flipped caustically as he led Harry into his sitting room. He'd decided to buy a small apartment closer to the city; a base of operations, so to speak. "Project: Lay Harry Potter." He figured if he'd ever prove successful it would be a good place for rendezvous. Thus far he seemed on the right track. Now all he had to do was seduce Harry, convince him to leave his cozy little set up, and live

with Draco forever. (No big deal, right?)





"Did, did you want a drink, or something?"





"Malfoy, what did you want?"





Draco fidgeted with the edge of the sofa. He honestly did not know how to proceed from here. He'd either thought he'd never get as far as home, or he'd have gotten Harry hot enough not to care before then.





"Well, I could thank you for returning my wand, for starters. It's a bitch to work with, now it's been loyal to you, but it's better than nothing at all."





**





Harry raised an eyebrow. He'd given that to Kreacher to send back over a year ago. Certainly that wasn't all he wanted. He watched as Draco sat down weakly, obviously at a loss for what to say or do. He was astonished at how weak and insecure the blonde seemed. Still absolutely fuckable though.





Wait, did he just think that?





Harry sat down heavily next to Draco, and the resulting rush of air swirling around them brought Draco's scent to Harry's nose. It simply proved to reinforce the previous thought, and he got back up immediately, not sure it was safe to sit that close while feeling those... FEELINGS. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and walked around behind the couch. He did not like not having control over his body

like this. He did not like having such thoughts about another boy. He did not like the situation he'd driven himself into, blindly entering a known enemy's home. He was almost absently moving towards the door again.





**





Draco noticed Harry's sudden tense-ness, and jumped up to block his path to the exit.





"Harry, wait!"





He'd ended with his palm on the door, his arm held tight against Harry's chest, and standing so close he could breathe the other’s air. The mere thought of being so close, let alone touching so intimately, quickened Draco's breathe, and he noticed a certain restrained heat in Harry's own gaze, which was fixed levelly on Draco's own.





**





It slowly dawned on Harry exactly why he might be there. He noticed the flush that tinged the other boy's cheeks, and watched as he pulled breath in sharply over his full lips. The mere fact that he thought of another boy's lips as 'full' made him want to shove Draco aside and leave anyway, but something was pulling from deep in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to see what would happen, what he would end up doing... Or have done to him.





A shiver raced down his spine, something that did not go unnoticed by the former Slytherin. Said 'former Slytherin' reached out to touch Harry's face. Harry backed away, and put considerable distance between the two.





"I can't do this."





**





Draco knew that in order to do this it would have to be 'Harry's idea'. He had to force Harry to make the first move.





"You can't do what?"





"Don't give me that, I know why you asked me out."





He cringed at how it came out, and Draco noticed.





"I didn't ask you out, you chicken. We simply went to the same club. I found you, and you asked to-





"No, you wanted me to come out with you because you... you wanted..."





Harry couldn't even bring himself to say it, and Draco was beginning to get pissed off. The self righteous, wishy-washy, indecisive-



"insensitive, bastard of a prick of a git of a... a... GRIFFANDOR!!"



Draco had ended his mental tirade out-loud, and of all the things he could think of as a truly terrible insult, that was the best he could come up with. He didn't have the time to be embarrassed at how weak his attempt was, because Harry was in a similarly ruffled state.





**





"Insensitive... prick... Griffandor? Why you sneaky, sycophantic, creepy coward of a... a... SLYTHERIN!" Harry was so worked up he hadn't realized how close the two had stepped together. "YOU asked ME here, if I remember, and you won't even get to what it is that you wanted in the first place! How am I supposed to respond?"





"I invite you into my home, and you go on and scoff at what you THINK I intend-





Harry had ceased to pay attention to the words coming out of the other boy's mouth. All he could focus on was the heavy breathing, the parted lips, the flushed cheeks, the heat spreading across a pale neck, the heat spreading in his own belly… He hadn't had a good fight like this since the end of Voldemort, and damn if he hadn't missed it.





Getting swept up in the moment, and honestly not really paying attention to what he was doing, he closed what little distance was left, shoving Draco against the wall next to the door. Roughly grabbing Blonde hair, he forcefully pressed his lips against the stunned other's. Draco was so instantaneously thrilled that his gasp came out a squeak, and he hadn't even noticed when Harry's tongue had made its way in with his own. All he knew was he was glad for the chance to finally really taste Harry.





The passionate exchange was almost enough to knock Draco out, but when Harry ran his hands down Draco's body, grabbing his arms and shoving them around his neck, leaving room for his own arms to encircle Draco's waist, he was in heaven. Draco kissed back as well as he could, but Harry was so fierce, so dominating, all he could do was sit there and take it.





That is, until he decided he needed a little more than just some tongue.





He shifted enough to grind his hips against the other’s and Harry jolted back to reality, as if forgetting that it was in fact a BOY he was kissing. The stiffness he hadn't been expecting pressing into his thigh actually came as a pleasant addition. Spurred on by this comfortable awareness he gripped tighter, dropping his hands enough to work on the edge of Draco's shirt. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it right.





Lifting the shirt up, he lowered himself enough taste the skin on Draco's chest and stomach. Draco dropped his head back against the wall with a thwack, but neither noticed, completely caught up in either the scent or the touch of the other. Draco reached down pulling Harry back up, ghosting his hands over his backside and wanting desperately to be rid of the offensive clothing blocking his way to what his goal. Harry seemed to know exactly what he meant, and shoved Draco's jeans haphazardly out of the way just enough to reach inside, both boys' attention too on the kissing to fully pay attention to anything else. That is until Harry's hands found something Draco had been aching to have touched. Harry didn't even pause to consider the difference between his own, or even the difference from Ginny. He simply massaged and stroked enough to get used to the idea that he could play with something like this.





Still firmly locked onto each other's mouths, Draco had managed to shove away Harry's own pants, long ago losing Harry's shirt, and Harry abandoned his own attentions to completely get rid of Draco's pants. Once everything was at least halfway off, Draco seemed to realize that it was actually happening. He was sure he would cry with the sheer weight of joy crashing around him, but instead he gasped as he realized Harry had picked him up, using the wall for leverage. Draco helped by wrapping his legs around Harry's waist, and prayed to God that what was about to happen would not hurt near as badly as he feared. The lack of lubrication petrified him, but the thought of Harry stopping then and there was more than he could bear to imagine. Harry selfishly lined up, and shoved slowly forward (thankfully taking enough care to not ram all the way in, as badly as his body wanted it) and Draco thanked Merlin for precum. It was still far from a pleasant experience, but he held on to the fact that Harry was with him, doing this to him.





Draco's back arched as he was completely filled, and while the pain hadn’t ceased, he knew that it would soon pass. He was not at all upset when Harry didn't slow, or pause, or even move cautiously. He simply pulled out and shoved back in, not knowing much more than how amazing it felt to have this hard body wrapped around his own. He vaguely registered as Draco mewled out his appreciation to what Harry assumed had been a particularly well aimed thrust. He had in fact hit the tight bundle of nerves that made the entire experience worth it, and when he managed to find it again, (and again, and again) Draco could have shouted with the intensity of it all, but for some reason felt it was safer to stay quiet, lest someone come banging on the door.





Draco's body screamed for more (and more, and more) and he stretched his legs' grip on the other boy, and he shifted his bottom and managed to create a sort of rhythm with Harry. He had to grip tighter to Harry, hugging on for dear life for fear he would simply explode and cease to exist, and all he wanted was more of the thrusting, and pulling, and shoving, and whimpering, and deep breathing, and then….





Stars.





Before Harry knew it he was being engulfed by spasms and heat, and he could feel the hot splatter against his chest, sticking him to the boy he was currently already connected to. He couldn't take it anymore, and he shoved in twice more, completely losing all sense on the second thrust. His body tightened, his stomach exploded in fire, his toes went numb, his legs went out from under him, and he continued spasming and twitching even as he went down.





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**To wage this war against your faith in me

Your life will never be the same

On your mother's eyes, say a prayer, say a prayer**