The Thing About One-Night Stands

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Harry looked at Malfoy and had to restrain his eyes from rolling back. The haughty pureblood was sitting in front of his fire in dress robes with a goblet of wine next to a silver platter of hors-d'œuvres. All he needed was a pipe and a bearskin rug and he’d be set to win Snob of the Year. The house elf that had shown him into Malfoy’s flat bowed and disappeared like a good little servant. Harry’s stomach twisted unpleasantly as the thought of Dobby came unbidden to his mind and he wondered if Malfoy treated house elves like his father had. There was a mood killer.

Malfoy rose from his chair and smiled almost warmly at him while gesturing to a twin seat facing his. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some wine?”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Malfoy’s smile turned from almost warm to tight and strained. “Have other plans tonight?”

Harry had to consciously unclench his jaw before answering. “No. But-”

“Then there’s really no need to rush things,” he said smiling. “Let’s enjoy the evening. I’m having the house elves prepare something nice for dinner. You haven’t already eaten, I hope?”

Truthfully, Harry had been too nervous to eat anything since he had sent an owl to Malfoy the previous morning. “I could eat,” he said, shrugging. His game was given away by the loud rumbling his treacherous stomach made, a noise like an elephant sitting on a lion. Thankfully, Malfoy’s only reaction was the rise of an eyebrow and a teasing smile.

“Have some crackers and hummus,” Malfoy said, gesturing to the silver tray sitting on a narrow cherry wood table between them. “Dinner should be ready soon.”

Harry looked warily at the tan colored mush spread on top of very thin white crackers. He wasn’t sure if hummus was one of those showy foods that rich people ate or just a common toping, but he didn’t have any desire to eat the former. He didn’t fancy tasting something like goose-liver unknowingly, thanks.

“Waiting for me to feed you?” Malfoy said, startling him a bit after the long silence that had been passing unbeknownst to him. When Harry looked over, there was a smirk dancing on the blond’s lips.

“No,” Harry said firmly. “Why aren’t you eating it?”

“Afraid it’s poisoned?” Malfoy reached out and selected one of the very thin crackers with an exceedingly large amount of spread on it. As he bit into the light brown topping, a creamy, oily bit of liquid ran past the corner of his lips and arced down to his chin. Harry’s mouth watered with an urge arose to lick it with his tongue, over Malfoy’s chin and up to the corner of his mouth where he would lay a gentle kiss. Thankfully, rational thought saved him. After all, that was an act a lover would do, and that wasn’t what they were.

Even though… no.

He squashed that thought down mercilessly, like crushing a ripe tomato with his fist. He had no right to want that. Malfoy didn’t want him for any more than just sex.

“Harry,” Malfoy said in an exasperated voice, as it wasn’t the first time his name had been called. Harry blinked up and stared at him.

“Sorry, what?”

“Why so quiet? Tell me you aren’t really that pensive about some appetizers?”

Harry shook his head and, forgetting about his earlier worries of eating ground up bird organs, selected a cracker and bit into it. He wasn’t going to let Malfoy’s ‘mind games’ get to him, no matter what he threw at him. He had to admit the hummus was fairly good, tangy and creamy all at once.

While he was analytically exploring his food, he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings and was startled at the feel of a warm hand resting on his shoulder. Malfoy had sat down on the arm of the chair, something Harry knew went against proper manners and yet he still looked regal doing so. The hand moved slowly, fingers fiddling with the collar of his shirt before slipping in to massage the nape of his neck.

Trying to keep his mind off the way Malfoy’s touch stirred things – not feelings of course, probablly just a muscle spasm – inside his chest, he asked what hummus was.

“Chickpeas, tahini and garlic,” Malfoy said leaning in a little further, the heat of his body suddenly very intense. “Want some more?”

Harry shrugged, trying to ignore the way it made Malfoy’s arm press down on his shoulder, almost like an embrace – an accidental, stolen embrace. Malfoy reached out the hand that wasn’t touching him and Harry watched as the reflected light of the silver tray flashed brilliantly on his wrist. The skin looked even more pale than usual, somehow accentuating the perfectly defined wrist. Malfoy really did have lovely wrists. He had a lot of lovely attributes.

Harry’s chest clenched as he recognized the seeds of emotions that were starting to sprout inside. He was dangerously close to feeling a higher, and unforgivable, attraction towards Malfoy. A cracker was brought to his lips but that only resulted in Malfoy’s hand being shoved away and the appetizer being taken. Harry crunched down, too distracted to enjoy the taste.

“Listen Malfoy-”

“Call me Draco,” he said, and then almost as an after thought added, “for tonight.”

Harry’s jaw clenched as his mind screamed a very unhelpful ‘mind games!’ in warning.

“Fine, Draco.” The name came off his tongue strangely. He had never said just ‘Draco’ before, it felt incomplete without being followed up with a ‘Malfoy’.

A shiver ran down his spine as Draco’s wandering fingers started to play with his hair. By this point he couldn’t even remember what he had been going to say and instead had to concentrate on not leaning into the touch or rubbing his head against Draco’s hand like a freaking cat being petted by their owner.

“Do you remember that time,” Draco said, his voice quiet and distanced, “during fourth year…”

Harry tensed. This was not the conversation he wanted to have right now. “Let’s not-”

“I still have the ‘Potter Stinks’ badges, you know.” Draco chuckled good-heartedly, the sound causing funny things to stir in Harry’s chest. He was conflicted, wanting to both punch the prat and kiss him all at once. “Want one?”

“No thanks,” Harry said, rather stiffly.

“Oh come one, Harry. You’ve got to admit that was absolutely brilliant. I had half the school wearing them.”

“Yeah. Funny. I seem to remember a funny time too, when we were sharing a detention and you ran off screaming like a girl.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Because I was eleven and the fucking Dark Lord was drinking unicorn blood. Only an idiot Gryffindor like yourself wouldn’t run from that.”

Funnily enough, that had been a monumental moment in his life, and he had spent it with Draco. In fact, there were a lot of significant parts of his past shared with Draco, just not in a very good way. It put into perspective how important a role he had played up until now.

“I know one,” he said. “Do you remember the time you were being an absolute prick? No wait, you were always being an absolute prick.”

Draco made a huffy little noise in the back of this throat and playfully hit his arm. Despite himself, Harry fought a smile down and shoved the blond lightly with his shoulder. “Okay, Okay. I have one for real...”


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Harry patted his stomach appreciatively. He’d eaten three helpings of the creamy soup and was starting to feel nice and sleepy.

Surprisingly, Draco was rather nice company. It was true that they couldn’t exactly laugh off everything from their past, at least not yet, but they had brought up a few moments from Hogwarts that had them both chuckling. Just bringing some of their past up seemed to help, somehow, like a sort of cleansing between them.

“Good?” Malfoy asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Good. You look full.”

“Yeah. ‘M sleepy too,” Harry said smiling. “You drugged it, didn’t you?”

“Please. When I ravish you, you’re going to be a willing participant.”

The statement was a little sobering and Harry sat up. He had allowed himself to become too relaxed and comfortable, and now he was feeling unprepared and vulnerable. His stomach flip-flopped when Malfoy stood and gave him a sultry smile.

“Come on,” he said crooking his finger and walking backward towards the door. Despite the shaky feeling in his legs, Harry rose to his feet and followed him back into the living room. The fire was still crackling warmly in the corner as Malfoy grabbed his hand and led him across the room. He tugged Harry roughly and they fell back onto the sofa, Harry on top with his face pressed into a shoulder. So this was it, they weren’t even going to do this in Malfoy’s room, but on this narrow couch. Harry started to sit up, but strong hands wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him back down.

“You’re keeping me warm,” Malfoy said, turning his head and running his nose up Harry’s cheek. On some level he thought he should be more weary of Malfoy’s mind games, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care all that much. He relaxed into Malfoy’s body, shifting over just a bit so he wasn’t completely on top of the other teen and settled his head onto Malfoy’s shoulder.

Harry felt a warm hand travel slowly up and down his back and closed his eyes. Okay, this really was nice, and he really was sleepy so there wasn’t any reason not to enjoy it. He told the voice in the back of his mind that suggested he was starting to follow Malfoy’s strange logic to bugger off. Malfoy pressed his cheek against Harry’s and rubbed it gently. Surprisingly, Harry didn’t feel any stubble as the smooth, soft skin grazed against his.

“So warm,” he whispered quietly into Harry’s ear. “You always smell like sunshine.”

“Hmm.”

Malfoy’s small movements against his body were awakening something inside Harry, replacing weary and tired with apprehension and lust. The desire for staying comfortable over rode his libido for the time being, and he allowed himself to relax a little more, shifting his full belly once more until he was in the most snug position he could achieve.

He wondered if this is what it would be like for Draco’s future lover, the man Draco decides to settle down with. Would they lie here by the fire after dinner most nights? No doubt Draco’s lover would be upper-class, a refined man who would go to concerts and dinner parties with him. He’d be charming and witty, and have a great sense of style. He’d be everything Draco needed, and everything Harry wasn’t.

“Why are you tensing?” Draco asked into Harry’s hair.

The brunette raised his head slowly and craned his neck up until he could gently press his lips against Draco’s. He felt the kiss returned in a soft pressure, so sweet it made his chest clench.

This is what he needed right now, to lose himself in pleasure.

Let him pretend he was Draco’s, and that Draco was his, if only for a short while.


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Draco’s bedroom was a lot larger and more elegant than Harry’s. He had expected the luxury, but it was still slightly surprising to see the satin black sheets gleaming in the candlelight. The bed was massive, large enough to fit five of him, at least. The sheer fabric of the curtains draped across their frame delicately and everything within the room somehow seemed to match Draco perfectly.

The blond pulled off his own shirt before coming over and doing the same to Harry. Pale hands explored his chest, slowly gracing over every bump and dip in an erotic tickle. Harry felt his skin buzzing pleasantly in the wake of those exploring hands, moving up his chest and down his sides unhurriedly.

Impatience got the best of him and Harry reached out, tugging on Draco’s hips until their chests were deliciously pressed skin to skin. Draco leaned in to kiss him, leisurely moving his lips over Harry’s with the occasional nip or lick. Harry let the tips of his fingers rub small circles into the dip of Draco’s lower back, sporadically slipping just past the waist band. Hands continued their sensual caress, one along Harry’s spine and the other at the nape of his neck.

Once again, Harry took the foreplay to a new level as he gently thrust his hardening member into Draco’s, loving the hiss of pleasure against his lips. A tongue nudged its way into Harry’s mouth, dancing across his own in a fervent kiss that had him moaning and arching harder into the toned body he clung to. The tongue explored bravely, sliding over teeth and gums, flicking sensationally against the roof of his mouth. All the while they managed to discard all clothing below the waist without once breaking the kiss.

Just when the air in his chest was starting to burn, Draco pulled back and showered Harry’s face with little kisses. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I need this so badly,” Draco whispered against his lips.

This not Harry. The realization that anyone could be standing in Harry’s spot right now, that it didn’t really matter to Draco, did funny things to the brunette’s lungs.

“You should start lubing yourself up,” Harry said, pulling away.

It took a moment for the haze of lust to clear from Draco’s eyes. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer, wrapping Harry in his arms again tightly, as if daring him to pull away this time. “Why are you rushing things?”

Ignoring the comforting hand that started to rub up and down his back, Harry turned his head away. “Where’s the lube?”

Draco stilled for a minute, then sighed. The next thing Harry knew he was being thrown down on the satin sheets, which were actually quite slick against his skin he found as he slid towards the center. Draco playfully climbed onto the bed and crawled animalistically, like a tiger with smooth muscles rippling under his skin. He pounced on Harry, and fuck no, Harry did not just giggle.

The mischievousness was chased away when Draco leaned down to kiss Harry in a way that was hot and needy, with wrestling tongues and swallowed moans. Draco laid down, pressing his naked body to Harry’s in a sizzling pleasure that had Harry arching up. He could feel each delightful contact of skin, against his chest, on his thighs, where Draco’s arms pressed against his sides. Draco thrust his hips once, groin to groin and it was almost Harry’s undoing.

“Lube,” he choked out. “Oh god, the lube. Need the lube.”

Draco chuckled, to his satisfaction sounding breathy, and stretched above Harry. When Draco’s thigh shifted between his legs, Harry moaned and shamefully started to thrust up, humping it like a dog. He couldn’t help it, it was Draco, Draco’s skin, Draco’s body above him, and he couldn’t deny how excited he was for what was about to come next. There was no shyness or insecurity left in him, just desperate need.

“A little patience, please.” Draco chuckled again. “I’m getting the lube.”

A few pillows were tossed aside before a blue bottle was produced. Draco moved back down, kissing Harry passionately before completely moving off. A whimper of disappointment escaped Harry’s throat, but Draco remained close.

The cap to the blue bottle was flipped open and Harry watched mesmerized as a clear gel was squeezed out onto pale fingers. Draco rubbed the lube around until it glistened then snapped the lid shut and lifted himself onto his knees. Knowing what was to come next, Harry started to spread his legs apart, but froze.

Draco’s hand wasn’t traveling out towards him, but moving behind Draco. It wasn’t until Harry craned his neck and caught sight of a digit pressing into Draco’s entrance that he realized what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked in a husky voice.

Draco groaned, and Harry’s cock twitched as he watched a finger thrusting in and out.

“Preparing myself,” he gasped, “for you to fuck me.”

Harry’s hips started to twitch in time to Draco’s thrusts, especially when another finger disappeared into that enticing arse.

“But I thought…”

Panting and squeezing his eyes shut, Draco stilled. “Please, Potter. You’re not bottoming the first time you ever have sex.”

Failing to stop his cheeks from heating up, Harry ducked his head down. Was it really that obvious that he was a virgin? He didn’t think on it long as a new worry rose within his mind. “But… I could hurt you.”

“You?” Draco said, reaching over and brushing a knuckle over Harry’s cheekbone. “Not you. Never.”

When Draco started to fuck himself with his fingers again, Harry eagerly nodded. He couldn’t deny that the idea appealed to him. The evidence of his arousal just thinking it was leaking down his twitching cock. He was going to be inside Draco. Harry was going to be connected with him. He was ready. He wanted to be the one to bring Draco to new heights of pleasure.

Finally, Draco fell onto his back, panting. “Lube yourself up,” he whispered so huskily Harry nearly came from the sound alone. He reached for the bottle and squeezed so hard half of it ended in his hand. When he started slathering the liquid on his cock he hissed from the coldness, but it helped quell his desperation a fraction.

He threw the bottle aside, hardly registering the dull thump as it hit a far off wall, and kneeled in front of Draco’s quivering body. He looked incredibly sexy, laid out with his legs open and his eyes half lidded. Lining himself up carefully, Harry slowly pushed forward.

“Draco,” he whispered in a shuttering exhale, feeling a hot pressure surround him. He slid in, inch by wonderful inch until he felt his balls bump into flesh. So fucking perfect. By some miracle he managed to stay still, waiting as the muscles around him slowly relaxed.

In the meantime he leaned down and peppered kisses to every inch of pale skin he could reach. He licked a path from Draco’s jaw down to his collar, nipping at the bone. He whispered words of how lovely Draco’s body was as his hands felt up and down the flushed chest before him.

Finally, Draco twitched his hips up and Harry pulled out, drowning in the sensation of having his skin gripped, then thrust back into that hot, engulfing heat. Moans mixed in the air as bodies began a slow dance of pleasure.

Wanting it to be as pleasurable as possible for Draco, Harry suppressed his own desires in favor of angling his slow thrusts. He knew he’d met his goal when Draco gasped, eyes crossing and back arching as he cried out. Allowing a small smirk to grace his lips, Harry pulled out and aimed at that spot again, pushing hard and slow and relishing in the answering moan he got. He started to quicken his pace, carefully guiding his thrusts until Draco was writhing and moaning incoherently. He caught a few words, like his name and once he even thought he heard ‘only you.’

The blond looked stunning, all flushed skin and tousled hair. A warm squirming of pride moved in his chest that he had been the one to reduce Draco to this, causing every delicious moan that spilled out of those pretty pink lips.

As Harry moved above him, thrusting his hips at a steady pace, a lock of unruly hair fell down into his eye. Draco reached up and tucked it behind his ear, all the while moaning at every inward thrust and never breaking eye contact. His hand moved down to rest right below the jaw line of Harry’s neck, gentle and caressing like a lover’s. The skin of Draco’s wrist was soft when he kissed it; causing him to smile at the frantic pulse he felt drumming under his lips.

Draco’s arm soothed up and down his back tenderly and Harry let himself be lost in the moment. His movements became more fevered, fueled by the passionate responses of Draco. He could feel the pressure building in his body with every perfect thrust, delighting in the way milky skinned hips jerked up in rhythm to his.

His pace faltered for a moment as he bent down to kiss Draco’s neck lovingly. He nibbled and sucked, marking Draco like Draco had marked him. Lips met, panting mouths made it impossible to kiss deeply, only tender presses. But it was so perfect to Harry.

His body was begging for release, but he gritted his teeth and held on; it had to be Draco who came first. Pools of liquid fire burned through his veins, pouring into his groin as the sensations of pounding into Draco’s beautiful body raised him higher into bliss.

Draco… Draco… oh Draco… Draco…he didn’t realize he was chanting the name aloud until he heard a strained Harry in return. He sped up, his muscles burning as his hips snapped back and forth, making Draco’s cries of pleasure louder. He wanted it to last longer, he wanted it to last forever, but he knew he was too close to go much more. Increasing the pace again, he balanced on one shaky arm as the other snuck between their intimately connected bodies, searching for the hot column of flesh that dragged against his stomach.

He gripped it tightly, jerking Draco off hard and fast and making him arch attractively into Harry, shouting something incoherent where only fractions of words like need and long were caught along with Harry’s name. The first gush of hot, white liquid between his fingers, along with the most delicious clenching around his erection had Harry throwing back his head. He poured himself into Draco as sparks erupted before his eyes, blinding him in white.

The feeling was beyond words, more exquisite than he thought possible. Not just the physical, but something inside him, blooming and thriving on the thoughts that he was here with Draco in his arms. When the last of his orgasm was milked out by the blond’s gripping channel, he carefully pulled out and fell to the side rather than on top of the teen’s body below.

While his eyes drooped sleepily, he took note that he was surrounded by a pleasant humming, vibrating up and down his body and making his teeth buzz. A cleaning spell was slurred, then his heart swelled as he felt Draco roll half on top of him, a comfortable weight that carried through his thoughts as he descended into his dreams.


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As Harry slowly surfaced from sleep, he smiled at the warmness down his left side. Memories of last night flooded back into his mind. He opened his eyes and saw soft, white-gold locks of hair sprawled over his chest and a pale arm thrown around his waist. He laid there for a while, just enjoying the way the blond rose and fell with each breath. There was no denying it, Draco was the most beautiful person alive to Harry, and he knew deep down what he was starting to feel.

He could love Draco so easily.

Feeling particularly light-hearted, Harry leaned his head down and placed a tender kiss on the top of Draco’s hair. The blond stirred against him, yawning into his chest before sitting up. His hair was mused so cutely the brunette could have giggled, but held off. Draco sleepily smiled down at him, his silver eyes warm and affectionate. Harry felt weightless, like he was flying through the heavens.

Then, as if Draco suddenly remembered he wasn’t to act nice to Harry anymore, the warmness in his eyes chilled. It was like a peaceful lake freezing over in sharp, crystallized ice that angled dangerously like blades.

“Morning already?” he said, scooting out of the bed and keeping his gaze away from Harry. “After you get dressed call for a house elf and they’ll show you out.”

Draco lifted his head and walked out, the sound of the door shutting echoed through the room. Harry felt as if he had just fallen and crashed back into the Earth.


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TBC


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MeLaiya : I know luv. "Cheek" and "Check” aren’t picked up by spell check since they’re technically spelled correctly, so those kind of errors sneak into my writings. Sorry, but if you spot them point them out and I’ll try and fix it up. :)

Jilliane Yes, Hermione’s always been sort of a mother hen to Harry in my mind. I know she means well, but I tend to write her annoyingly.
Brandon does pop back in a little later on, I guess we’ll have to see how that plays out. :)
I really appreciate you reading this despite not being a Harry/Draco fan, I hope I can live up to expectations!

dino1 Hopefully this chapter cleared up your questions. And er about Draco hurting Harry... well... *cough*
There are still three chapters to go. :)