Bitter

A/N: I'm still plugging away on this plotless story. Anyone have any ideas on where I should go with this? LOL. I'm totally making this up as I go.

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Present day (Grimmauld Place)

Harry took a breath. “I was involved with Malfoy for about four years.”

Ginny let out a startled gasp and she pulled back from Harry quickly. “Four years? You’ve been lying to me for four years!”

Harry looked surprised. “What? I haven’t lied to you! What are you talking about?”

“That’s why you didn’t want to get married! You’ve been with Malfoy all of this time. You said it was because we were too young and you wanted to wait!”

“We were too young! That’s not a lie! You wanted to get married straight out of Hogwarts. We both had other things we wanted to do. You’re on with the Magpies and I was doing Auror training.”

“Harry, you’ve been an Auror for four years now! Instead of spending that time with me, you’ve been with him! And you never told me that you were involved with anyone! Especially not a man! And never Malfoy!”

Harry turned away from her and headed towards the couch. He sat down heavily and held his hands over his face.

“Ginny, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. I didn’t tell anyone.”

“So you’re telling me Hermione doesn’t know about this?”

In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Harry laughed. “Of course Hermione knows. She figured it out after the first year. She wouldn’t leave me alone about it once she did.”

“And Ron?”

Harry looked up. “I never told Ron. Hermione didn’t either.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Harry? ME? Don’t you think I would’ve understood?”

Harry clenched his fists and looked at her. “No, I didn’t think you’d understand. I don’t even think I understand! It happened so fast and before I knew it, I got caught up in it with him.”

Ginny was silent for a long time and then she looked at Harry, her brow furrowed. “Malfoy’s married, isn’t he? To one of Phelgm’s cousins? I saw that in the Prophet.”

Harry nodded.

Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment, and then her eyes widened. “You said you ended it six months ago? That’s when he got married! You ended it because he got married. So if he hadn’t done that…you’d still be with him?”

Harry stood up quickly. “Ginny, no. That’s not true. I was going to end it anyway. I was trying to end it. Malfoy is poison. He’s…dangerous and not good for me.”

“Why was he poison? Wasn’t he always poison? Obviously something happened to make you change your mind about him.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know, Ginny. I can’t explain it. I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. It just did.”

“Were you in love with him, Harry? Are you in love with him?”

Harry’s heart clenched. How could he answer that question. “Ginny, please. It’s over now. I want to move past this whole sordid business. I know I can’t fix what happened tonight. But I want you to be able to trust me.”

Ginny sighed. “How am I supposed to trust you, Harry? You’ve been keeping a huge secret from me. A relationship with Draco Malfoy? And I find you two together! In this house? How do you expect me to deal with this, Harry?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. He honestly didn’t know.

“Is Malfoy in love with you? You said you broke it off. Why did he come here?”

“The same reason that I went to him.”


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Three years, eleven months and eighteen and a half days earlier:

Harry had Apparated back to the Ministry to pick up some files that he would need for the weekend. He’d only met Andromeda in Diagon Alley in order to drop off the dragon that Teddy had left at Grimmauld Place. Teddy had been raising hell because he missed his favorite bedtime toy.

He’d never anticipated having lunch in Malfoy Manor. Or anything else that transpired before lunch was even served.

Now he was starving for something that food was not going to supply. His cock was still hard.

“Fucking Malfoy,” he grumbled. “I can’t believe that I almost…”

Ron stuck his head around Harry’s cubicle. “Where’d you get too? You said you’d be right back. You were gone for two hours. Robards on the warpath.”

Harry grunted. “He’s pissed because I was gone? He never pays any attention to that.”

Ron sat on the edge of his desk. “No, he’s not pissed about that. He’s pissed that Lucius Malfoy got out of another charge.”

Harry’s mouth twisted in a grimace. “Another one? Fuck, what’s the stupid Ministry doing? How’d they cock this one up?”

“Another ‘technicality’. His arguer is the best in England. He obviously still had enough galleons to pay this guy. Robards went to Kingsley personally to try and make him do something about it.”

Harry looked incredulous. “I know Kingsley threw him out of his office. He’s Minister, for fuck’s sake. He can’t just arbitrarily over turn the Wizengamot’s decision. Robards is an idiot if he thinks Kingsley would even go for that.”

Ron shrugged. “Don’t know. But Robards sure is pissed to high heaven. We’re cutting out of here early. You coming to the pub, right?”

“Not tonight, Ron. I’m going home.”

Ron crossed his arms. “Nuh uh. You’re buying tonight, remember? You lost the bet about Richards and Danning. You’re not going to squirm out of it, mate.”

Harry groaned.

“Hey Potter! So what’s the deal with you and O’Flaherty? She’s talking you up something awful in Accounting.”

Harry laughed good-naturedly as he downed his fifth firewhiskey. “She’s just mad because I was late with my travel expenses. She’s fine.”

Michael Corner, another Hogwarts alum and fellow Auror chuckled. “I think she wants you to turn a bit more in than your travel report.”

The others at the table laughed and pounded Harry on the back. Ron grinned “As long as my sister doesn’t find out.”

Harry elbowed Ron in the ribs. “Shut up.”

Harry looked around for the waitress. His eyes landed on Ernie, who was staring at him from his seat at the bar. As soon as Harry met his eyes, Ernie turned away, his face burning crimson.

Harry’s cock stirred again. He was still horny as hell and the event from the afternoon were plaguing him. The way Malfoy looked at him, desperate and needy. He’d never seen the blond look so…delicious. Harry knew in his heart that he would’ve taken the blond home with him.

That would’ve been a huge mistake. Talk about unprofessional! His father was on trial for Death Eater charges. Charges that he kept getting cleared from. How would it look if he was shagging the defendant’s son? And he had testified against Lucius! How could Malfoy just forget that he’d tried to get his father put in Azkaban.

The waitress finally appeared and the group ordered another round of drinks. As she headed back to the bar, Harry caught Ernie looking at him again.

This time, Harry held his gaze.

Ernie’s face changed from miserable despair to a look of hope. Harry nodded briefly towards the door, glanced at his watch and raised his hand, waving five fingers. Ernie’s eyes widened and he nodded eagerly.

When the waitress returned, Harry threw back his drink. He then grabbed Ron’s arm. “Ron, I’m beat. I have to go and check out some leads tomorrow for the Carrow case.”

Ron nodded, his head lolling. “Yeah, surrrreee Mate,” he slurred.

Harry stood up, nodded at his drunken colleagues and left the pub. He walked down the street towards the designated Apparition point. When he arrived, Ernie stepped out from the shadows.

“Harry?”

Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. “Look, Ernie. I’m…sorry about how I acted before. I shouldn’t have threatened you like that.”

Ernie lowered his head. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’m sorry, too.”

Harry nodded slowly. “We work together. I just don’t want any difficulties.”

Ernie looked up at Harry. “There won’t be,” he said quickly.

“Good.” Harry pulled Ernie closer to him. Ernie moaned when he felt Harry’s erection pressing against him.

“We can go to my place, Harry.”

Twenty minutes later, Harry was balls deep inside the former Hufflepuff. Ernie was panting and moaning, as Harry was hitting his prostate with deadly accuracy. How did he do that so effectively? But Ernie was just thankful that Harry was by-far the best lover he’d ever had.

“Unnnhhhh…Harreeeee….”

Harry was giving Ernie a wicked fuck, but his mind was not on the Hufflepuff.

At around the same time that Harry was propositioning Ernie for a casual fuck to relieve his hard-on, Draco was having the same problem.

His solution turned out to be similar, but with one big difference.

There were two people in the bed, other than him.

How’d I get in this mess, he wondered.


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Malfoy Manor

After Potter’s abrupt departure, Draco was subjected to one of the worst cases of blue balls he’d ever had. It didn’t help that both his mother and Aunt Andromeda insisted that he join them for lunch. Blaise and Pansy were only too happy to oblige.

Draco struggled to keep from stroking his swollen cock and balls at the meal. Unfortunately, or perhaps it was fortunate, his shifting around hit upon a pleasant area. He couldn’t stop after that. The next thing he knew, he was coming right at the table. His teeth clacked against his fork as he bit down hard, trying to stifle the moan while his fingers clenched the table in a death grip. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his eyes rolled.

Pansy almost spit out her tea.

Blaise stared at Draco in shock.

Only Narcissa and Andromeda were oblivious to Draco’s performance.

Draco glared daggers at Pansy, who looked ready to explode from holding in her laughter. Blaise leaned over and whispered, “That looked like it was good.”

Draco heaved a big sigh. “Fuck.”

He quietly cast a cleaning charm with his wand under the table.

The trio completely forgot about shopping when Pansy suggested they go to her cottage.

Pansy’s grandmother had left her cottage to Pansy when she died. The cottage was in a wizarding community in East Sussex. Pansy often threw small parties there. Pansy had gone into wizarding event planning.

Pansy poured them all drinks and settled back on the couch. Blaise stretched out across her legs with his. Draco lounged on the love seat, his eyes closed.

His mind was full of the dark-haired Auror.

“Draco, do you mind telling us what that little display was at lunch? I mean…an orgasm? What the hell were you doing before we arrived?”

Draco didn’t open his eyes. “I had some things on my mind.”

Pansy grinned and nudged Blaise. “Do you still have some things on your mind?”

“I might, why?”

“Well, maybe we can take care of it.”

Draco’s eyes snapped open and he sat up. “We?”

Blaise was smirking at him. “Yeah, why not?”

Draco felt his cock take an immediate interest in that conversation. He stared at Blaise and then licked his lips. “OK.”

Pansy kicked Blaise from the couch and stood up, pulling off her shirt. Her eyes sparkled in excitement. “Meet me in the bedroom.”

She hurried away from the living room and Blaise got up from his spot on the floor. Draco watched him breathlessly. He was actually going to do this. Shag a bloke. His best friend.

Blaise gave Draco a sly look. “You scared, Malfoy?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Hell, no.”

Blaise smiled at him and walked up to him. He ran his fingers gently in Draco’s hair. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Draco swallowed nervously and put his hands on Blaise’s chest. “What else have you wanted to do?”

“I’m going to show you.”

He grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him back to Pansy’s bedroom.


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“Shittt…sooo…ohhhh godddd…”

Ernie’s hands were clutching Harry’s arse as Harry pounded away. Harry had kept him on the brink of orgasm for at least an hour. He was desperate for release.

“Pleasssseeee…”

Harry grunted and grabbed Ernie’s reddened cock and began to stroke it. Ernie’s back arched and his cock pulsed with the release. He dug his fingers into Harry’s back side so hard that Harry winced.

Ernie was gasping now as white pearly spurts of come flew all over his chest. Harry didn’t let up in the slightest. He was close to coming, but was holding it back. He realized that he was taking out his frustration on Ernie’s arse. Ernie was a blond, but he wasn’t the right blond.

He should be fucking Malfoy right now.

Breaking that little fucker right in two.

The image of Malfoy crying out his name like Ernie was doing pushed Harry over.

He thrust hard, his back arched and tense and he felt the wave of pleasure engulf him. He shuddered, holding Ernie tight.

Ernie had thrown his arms around Harry and was kissing Harry’s shoulder.

Harry slowly eased away from the embrace. Ernie was looking at him with adoring eyes.

“Mind if I take a shower?”

Ernie shook his head and lay back against the pillows. He gave Harry a lazy smile. “That was bloody brilliant, Harry! You are…amazing.”

Harry quirked his lips. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

Harry headed to the shower and turned on the water. He leaned against the wall and let the hot spray run over him.

He shouldn’t have done this with Ernie. He could tell just by looking at the other man that Ernie was clearly in love with him.

It was the same look that Ginny gave him and the look of the first boy that he’d slept with.

Dennis Creevy.

Dennis had taken Colin’s death very hard and Harry had dealt with the guilt for a number of months. Everyone knew that Colin worshipped Harry and would do anything to try and please him. This time, it had taken his life.

When Harry had returned to Hogwarts to sit for his NEWTS, Dennis had shown Harry the dozens of love letters that Colin had written to him, but had never sent. Dennis had a bottle of stolen Firewhiskey in his trunk and they both had toasted to Colin. By the time the bottle was empty, Dennis had shown Harry how to find his prostate with his cock.

Harry had vowed to never drink again.

But Dennis kept coming back and Harry found himself unable to refuse the boy. Despite Dennis’ small size, he more than made up for that in energy. And his love of sucking cock.

Harry began looking forward to Dennis’ midnight visits to his room. It was different with a bloke. And Harry really enjoyed it. Dennis’ slight body would shudder as Harry would angle to find his prostate like he’d taught him. Dennis could give a thesis lesson on the proper way to suck a cock.

And then he confessed that he was in love with Harry and that Colin was weeping in heaven over his brother’s betrayal. Dennis dropped out of school after that and Harry never talked to him again.

And now he was shagging Ernie MacMillan, his co-worker, and thinking about Draco Malfoy, his enemy.

What the fuck was the matter with him?


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Draco was sure there wasn’t anything better in the world than a nice hard cock.

He’d never touch Pansy again.

Blaise’s mouth on his cock had been sublime. But a blow job was a blow job, right?

Not if you were the one giving it.

The feel of a hard and pulsing length being placed inside your mouth should be illegal.

Oh…it is illegal in some countries.

Now Draco understood why.

It was the power you had over the other person. Over another cock. It was a man thing to want power and control everything around you.

Men are ruled by their cocks. And the man usually doesn’t rule his own; it’s the one who has it in their mouth.

Blaise was moaning so loudly that Pansy told him to shut up.

Draco knew immediately who he wanted to have in this exact position.

Flat on his back or standing…didn’t matter. But he was going to have a certain Auror grabbing his head and whimpering. Just like Blaise was doing.

As badly as Draco wanted to see Blaise come, he wanted something else first.

He had pulled away from Blaise and the boy had reached for him, begging him not to stop.

“Fuck me.”

Blaise had sat up and Pansy had left off from licking Blaise’s nipples.

Blaise had only hesitated for a moment before he was pushing Draco down on the bed. He carefully put fingers inside of him, and Draco had hissed in pain, but he was too determined in his plan to back down now.

And then it wasn’t quite as painful, until Blaise pressed his considerable size into him and Draco hissed again. Blaise whispered to him, coaxing him to relax and Pansy kissed his neck and ran her fingers through his hair and Draco managed to unclench.

He allowed Blaise to move inside him and suddenly it wasn’t painful, but he was full and he liked the feeling and he held onto Blaise’s shoulders and moved his hips against him and Blaise hit something inside of him that sent him writhing and he almost broke Pansy’s hand.

“Do that again!”

And Blaise tried again and Draco was really moaning then. Blaise, encouraged, sped up his pace and hit that spot with every third or fourth thrust. Draco tried to grab his cock, but he kept throwing his head back as pleasure ran through all of his nerve endings.

Pansy reached out and grabbed Draco’s hardening cock and began to stroke it, in time to Blaise. Draco cried out and Pansy watched in amazement as the cock pulsed and he came all over her hand. Pansy knew Blaise was coming because his rhythm faltered and he tightened his grip on Draco’s legs.

Pansy looked at Draco, who was still moaning, with his eyes closed.

“Potter,” he mouthed, barely audible.

Pansy frowned.


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When Harry got home, he stripped down and put on his pajamas.

He lay in bed, looking out of the window at the starry night.

He knew sleep wasn’t going to come.

He got up and headed towards his den.


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Draco lay staring at the ceiling in Pansy’s cottage. Blaise and Pansy were sprawled next to him, a tangle of arms and legs.

The sore ache in his arse was pleasantly painful.

He could only imagine what Potter’s cock would feel like. He was so much bigger than Blaise.

He got up and went to the kitchen for some water.

A light tapping against the window startled him. He glanced to see an owl pecking against the frame.

He walked over to it and opened the window.

The owl hopped in and Draco saw that the piece of parchment was addressed to him.

He opened the parchment.

Can I see you? Say yes or no.

Potter

“Yes.” Draco said in a whisper.

There was a small pop and Harry stood in front of him.

Draco’s mouth dropped open.

“Being an Auror has its advantages.”

Draco climbed out of the window.