Passion Playground

A/N: Hey it's Elaine Malfoy again *waves*

Yayy we're finally on chapter 4! We've been through A LOT of edits and finally came up with something we both love, hope you feel the same (: Thank you to PerfectHarmony, Aya-chan, yaoiObsessed, kohanka, Tara, bloodsoakedninja, = =, Hitsuzen_hime, Qinni, B, Akira_Kushrenada_Merquize, Petalsoft, albinogoddess, orlando1, Whitmore, and kat for reviewing! We really appreciate the feedback.

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Once again, sorry it's so long... we're gonna try to cut down on the length in future chaps. Anyway without further ado....

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"Congratulations on defeating the Holyhead Harpies this morning!! You've made it into the elite 8!" an enthusiastic journalist from the daily prophet beamed. "What are your strategies for claiming victory in the final games of the tournament?"

Harry sat in the front of a room filled with reporters and paparazzi. He was seated alongside the entire Chudley Cannons Quidditch team in a tent temporarily set up near the pitch.

Angelina Johnson, a chaser and team captain, smiled at the journalist and answered his question, "Well, we plan on strengthening our defensive strategies…" she began.

"Speaking of defensive strategies," Rita Skeeter interrupted, mischievously, "It appears your new beaters have been rather aggressive this season. In fact they had quite a few fouls called on them this morning," she instigated.

"Those calls were bogus!" Flint blurted, ignoring a stern look from Angelina.

"Yea! I never flew anywhere near Hart so I don't know why she claimed I 'pulled her hair'," Higgs growled, indignantly.

Marcus Flint and Terrance Higgs were newly traded onto the Chudley Canons' team. Both men were great beaters but they'd had some significant disciplinary problems in the past therefore none of the other teams really wanted them.

Angelina put her head in her hands. It was extremely difficult for her to regulate the new beaters, mainly because everyone on the team was afraid of them. Ron gave Harry an exasperated look which Harry returned. His best mate was the keeper for the Cannons.

"Erm- like Angelina was saying, we're working on it," Mclaggen intervened awkwardly, "but as team manager, I am confident in my ability to prepare the team for victory…" Cormac continued, pompously.

Harry started to zone out. He really didn't care for the press events and he was eager for this one to end. His wandering thoughts were immediately drawn back to the previous weekend. His night with Draco had replayed in his mind all week. Every time he looked out on his veranda it came back to him. He couldn't stop thinking of Malfoy and it was driving him certifiably mad. This was precisely the reason why he rarely brought wizards back to his flat.

Harry was amazed when he found out Malfoy was actually a virgin. He never would've guessed that, especially with the blond's overconfident facade. In fact, Harry imagined Malfoy would've been more experienced than he was.

Draco's haughty pretense had all but faded once they were alone in his flat. Harry couldn't get over how strangely fascinating Draco was stripped away like that. It was the rawest emotion he'd ever seen in his old adversary and he'd loved it. The feeling of being deep inside that warm tight hole was indescribable and when Draco came it felt like the most extraordinary visual experience of Harry's life. The sensations had nearly wrecked him. The look on the blond's face was so…so…

"… many fans credit Potter for 'zee team's positive transformation…" Pierre Benoit was speaking.

Harry snapped back to reality at the sound of his name. He felt his cheeks start to burn as he shifted in his seat. Wonderful, he was hard and on the spot.

"What prompted you to join the Chudley Canons? Waz 'eet 'zee fact 'zat your best friend, Ronald Weasley, became a member?" Benoit drawled watching Harry intently.

"Yes Mr. Potter, why the abrupt change from your previous ambitions to become an Auror?" an eager reporter from Witch Weekly chimed in and hushed murmurs spread throughout the crowd. Harry's heart raced at the mention of his life changing decision. Several flash bulbs went off and the temperature in the room began to rise.

"I er--" Harry began gracelessly.

He could've sworn he'd answered this question before, but he couldn't recall his previous lie. If they knew the real reason he'd switched careers he was certain it would end up as an exclusive story in some rag magazine titled: The Real Reasons behind Potter's Promiscuity.

"I just wanted to change things up…I've been fighting the dark arts all my life," he announced, regaining his confidence.

He wanted this matter closed for good. Some things had to remain personal.

"So zat ees the only reason?" Benoit pressed. Harry felt like his cheeks were on fire, there was complete silence now and all eyes watched him.

Thankfully Angelina seemed to pick up on his discomfort and she intervened, "that's really more of a question for a personal interview and we only have time for a few more. We all have pressing engagements to attend tonight…"

Harry could have kissed her as the reporters scrambled to get in their last questions and completely forgot about Benoit's inquiry. Moments later Mclaggen wrapped up the press conference thanking all the reporters so they could go their separate ways.

"Thank goodness that's over," Dean commented to Harry as they were exiting the tent, "Seamus would kill me if we missed the drag pageant!"


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"Why are we even here? This club is for men only. Do I look like a man to you, Padma?" Marietta complained loudly.

"Of course not babe but we're here to support Seamus," Padma said wearily like the subject had already been exhausted.

Marietta heaved a sigh and crossed her arms heatedly. They were gathered near the front of the stage at the Dragon's Lair awaiting the start of the annual Witch Wizard's Drag Competition. Dean's boyfriend, Seamus Finnigan, was competing for the first time and Harry couldn't wait to see Seamus in drag. He was already beautiful and Harry knew he'd make a very striking woman. He had a soft spot for Seamus though. The sandy haired blond had been his first sexual experience after all.

Nowadays, Seamus and Harry remained close friends and Dean made sure that line was never crossed. Dean was the exact opposite of him; fiercely devoted to monogamy. Harry had shared that same sentiment once… Fortunately, he now understood the beauty of no strings attached. No baggage, no secrets, no bullshit-- just sex.

Cormac nudged him pulling him out of his thoughts. "Do you want to dance Harry?" his team manager asked hopefully. He gestured towards the dance floor where several wizards were still dancing to the thumping music despite the fact that it wasn't as loud as usual. The competition was set to start at any moment.

"Er… not really," Harry said distractedly, eyeing the new bartender. He was a tall man with a crew cut and a hot ass.

"Padma it smells awful in here!! Like the way men smell when they wear too much cologne!" Marietta continued to complain. Padma looked ready to wring her girlfriend's neck.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," Harry said loudly to Dean, who nodded in response. He was tired of hearing Marietta's voice and eager to speak with the newest bartender.

Cormac glanced at the bartender and gave Harry a look, "Do you ever stop thinking about sex?" he grumbled, shaking his head. Harry grinned in response and headed over to the bar.

"Hi," he said loudly to the cute bartender.

"Potter…" the man smiled at him.

Harry laughed, "So you've heard of me?"

The man gave him an amused look, "Of course I have…and the boss told me a blond boy has been asking for you…"

"Really? Where is he?" Harry asked eagerly, "I love blonds. Don't you?"

"Love them," the bartender grinned, "and this particular blond was gorgeous… he was on the dance floor… um right over there…" the man pointed and Harry turned his head in that direction.

He groaned when he recognized the distinct platinum head. He was standing with a group of friends on the dancefloor. Harry's primal urges began to surface involuntarily at the sight of Malfoy. The blond wore all black tonight and the color contrasted starkly with his pale skin and hair. Draco looked much more confident and self assured then the last time Harry saw him. He was surveying the club comfortably with his trademark arrogant smirk in place.

Malfoy caught his eye and immediately made a beeline towards him. As he got closer, the magically charmed smoke swirled up around him creating a strange mystifying effect. Once again Harry had that fleeting idea that Draco was part veela. His throat was burning and he wanted to ravish those pouty pink lips and turn them blood red.

"Hey," Draco smiled. The prat was genuinely smiling.

"Um...hi," Harry said trying to convey his disinterest as best as possible.

"So Harry, what are we up to tonight?" Draco asked with his disarming smile still in place.

Harry felt lightheaded. His cock was reacting eagerly to the sight and he fought inwardly to keep his resolve.

"What are you talking about Malfoy?" he asked warily. He recognized the gleam in Draco's eyes. It reminded him of the few clingy virgins he had dealt with in his past. None of those situations had ended well. He had told Malfoy it would be a one time thing, but of course that didn't matter.

"I was thinking maybe we could go back to your place… or do you wanna do it right here, like naughty boys?" he slipped his hands down to Harry's zipper purposely grazing against his groin before trying to undo it. Harry's breathing quickened and a moan slipped from his lips. He caught himself minutes later and forcefully pushed Draco's wandering hands away.

"I told Blaise about you and I think he's jealous. Isn't that great?" Malfoy continued, far too giddily. His grey eyes were shining.

Harry felt wholly conflicted. Part of him was indeed pulsing with lust for the blond, but he could not give in and allow Draco to think he meant more to Harry than any other hook up.

"I told you I don't do the same person more than once, Malfoy," Harry said firmly.

"I'm not just anybody, Potter. So, I'll offer you that chance to take me home one more time."

Harry's throat constricted. Malfoy had to be kidding. He hurriedly pushed away a tantalizing image of them possibly christening his black leather sofa… he was certain he could teach Draco a few decadent sex games…

"Been there. Done that. Not interested," he snapped, imitating a yawn in order to prove his point. The whole thing was starting to annoy him.

Draco remained in front of him, his slate grey eyes sparkling excitedly. The prat couldn't take the hint.

"Goodbye Malfoy," he said, hoping he wouldn't have to exhaust the point any further.

"Alright Potter, we'll do things the hard way then," Malfoy said almost threateningly. He abruptly turned and left the bar.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the counter only to be faced with another bartender, a rather stunning slender witch. Harry was taken aback by her striking beauty; she was of Asian descent with sparkling brown eyes, lightly accented with a hint of red eye shadow. The most shocking part about her though was her deep rose red hair. She smiled at Harry and he couldn't deny he was somewhat dazzled by her beauty.

"Alright there, honey?" Harry was caught off guard by the deepness of her voice and then realization dawned on him. He recognized that thick Irish accent.

"Malachy?!" he inquired.

"Aww, what gave it away?" the woman asked sulkily. Of course she was not a woman at all, but the head bartender of The Dragon's Lair. Harry had forgotten that he was a metamorphmagus.

"It was brilliant, but your voice-"

"Oh I knew it! I forgot all about the proper charm for that! I'm hosting the drag pageant tonight, you know, and I was hoping to have the perfect costume..."

"You look lovely Malachy," Harry replied encouragingly, "you nearly turned me straight there." It didn't hurt that the man had such feminine features to begin with.

"Please Harry, you're too kind," he said, fluffing his hair and pouting his lips in the mirror behind him. Harry laughed.

"Well it's only minutes before we start, I better go. Enjoy the show, babe!" Malachy added just before hurrying off towards the stage.

"Find something entertaining?" a gruff voice sounded in his ear. He turned to the voice and saw the cute bartender leaning over the counter.

"Not yet, but I'm sure you can change that," Harry said smiling.

The room suddenly darkened and an assortment of lights, ranging from deep red to dark blue and purple, flashed repeatedly in the darkness. A bright white spotlight shone onto the main stage.

"C'mon Harry, the show is starting!" Dean sidled up to him, ushering him back to the stage.

"Wait!" the bartender called and he slid Harry a free butterbeer.

"Come back and see me," he winked. Harry nodded and Dean tugged him again. He somehow maneuvered them around the large crowd of people who were now swarming the circular stage. They stopped right in front where Padma and Cormac were cheering excitedly; Marietta stood brooding by Padma's side.


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The contestants came out in various over the top feminine ensembles; each segment was crazier than the last. Harry and his friends made sure to cheer loudly every time Seamus graced the stage. However, the crowd favorite seemed to be a tall Norwegian queen named Bjorg, whose floor length evening gown was many different shades of blue and sea green. Harry believed it was influenced by the merpeople.

Seamus was a close second; his evening gown went halfway down his slender thighs, puffing out at the bottom. It was pure white and encrusted with silver jewels up and down the sides. It shimmered and glowed eerily similar to the room and the occupants of the death day party Harry had attended in his second year.

Seamus did have a rather rowdy cheering section. Just as the curtain closed on the remaining four contestants-- Padma and Dean began a not so subtle shouting competition chanting "Seamus! Seamus!" loudly over the calls of "Bjorg! Bjorg!"

It was intermission and the only segment left was the talent portion.

Malachy's booming voice rang over the club.

"Now, while the queens take a break to prepare their talent, it's time for some Veritaserum!" The crowd ooohed and ahhhed excitedly.

"For those of you who don't already know, this is a chance for all of you daring wizards to show us your talent. Or perhaps you'll pluck up the courage to chat up that hottie you've been eyeing across the room," Malachy boomed, "but remember don't do anything you wouldn't want your mother to see..." he continued. Several members of the audience murmured excitedly.

"Come on gentlemen…don't be shy! Ohh! We have some willing participants over here!" he bent over to greet someone in the crowd on the left side.

"Alright, our first contestant is Stefan Bright!"

A wiry nervous looking wizard clambered onto the stage and began to sing a terribly off key song. When the audience boos became too overwhelming, Malachy quickly reappeared on stage and thanked Stefan Bright, apologetically ushering him off stage.

"Ahem, be nice gentlemen!" Malachy smiled, "Now our second Veritaserum contestant goes by the name of ….Draco Malfoy!"

Harry choked on his butterbeer and began to cough as it went down the wrong pipe. Cormac patted him on the back violently, "Are you alright Harry?!" he asked apprehensively. Harry nodded warding Cormac off.

He must have heard wrong. It couldn't really be- he looked up at the stage-it was Malfoy.

Harry watched the stage intently as the blond stood there grinning. He stepped rudely in front of Malachy and walked right to center stage, like he owned it. His silver eyes glittered mischievously, just the way they used to when he was up to something at Hogwarts. Harry groaned.

Draco put his wand to his throat, magnifying his silky voice tenfold, and said, "this is dedicated to the dumb shit boy who lived-- to be in denial. Harry Potter," he smirked.

Several people in the crowd began to whisper and the ones who spotted Harry turned to gawk. Heat filled his cheeks and he now wished he wasn't standing right in the front.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," he heard Marietta hiss from somewhere nearby. The crowd applauded politely and thumping music began to sound. Harry decided he wasn't going to stand there and watch whatever it was Malfoy was about to do. He pushed forcefully through the crowd and headed back towards the bar. He found the cute bartender still there.

"Can't someone cover your shift? I wanna get you out of here," he purred invitingly into the man's ear.

The roar of the crowd behind him suddenly increased exponentially. The bartender didn't respond, his eyes were fixated on the stage, "He's fucking hot…" he mumbled distractedly.

Harry grudgingly turned to follow his line of sight. The moment he saw what was happening onstage, he wished he hadn't-- because he couldn't look away.

Malfoy already had his black shirt off, revealing perfectly toned pale skin underneath. The spotlight illuminated the sheen of sweat that was glistening on his sleek abdomen. A rippling shiver went from Harry's spine right down to his groin at the alluring sight.

Draco conjured a silver pole in front of him and gripped it, moving against it sensually. He stroked the pole lightly and Harry realized he yearned for Draco to be stroking something else that way. It was almost as if those fingers were on Harry's cock, teasing him.

Draco ground his bottom against the pole, shaking his hips to the pounding sound of the music. He appeared equally as angelic as he did devilish when he danced. Harry wondered where the virginal blond had learned to move his body like that. Perhaps he was a dancer. He had a dancer's graceful body. Harry was in a trance.

Draco's eyes closed as he reached for his trousers lightly grazing his zip. Harry was so hard, he shifted uncomfortably, longing to have his aching member touched by the raunchy boy on stage-- or licked by that pretty pink tongue that Draco flicked out over his lips. Draco's eyes snapped back open, full of passion, the same way he looked when Harry had fucked him. It was like he was being fucked right there on the main stage. He rolled his hips, running his hands through his hair, down to his hard toned chest, and finally down to his tight black trousers.

He began to unbuckle his belt, grinning naughtily at the audience, his gray eyes electric. He bit down into his flush bottom lip. The crowd roared, every wizard in the Dragon's Lair was screaming fanatically and Harry thought it was very possible he would go deaf.

In a flash men dressed in blue guards' robes appeared and dragged the blond off of the stage. The crowd became louder, if possible, booing violently as Malachy reappeared on the stage. Malfoy's struggling form disappeared behind a side curtain. The crowd began fiercely chanting for Malfoy, becoming more and more unruly.

"No fucking way! It was just getting good!" the bartender shouted indignantly. Harry was relieved when they removed him from the stage. His heart was racing so fast he thought it was going to explode out of him. He recognized Draco's friends, particularly Blaise Zabini, laughing hysterically near the front. He felt like someone had just shouted a well kept secret of his and he was reeling. No one else should've seen Draco like that. It was something for Harry, and he wanted to keep it-- for himself.

He couldn't believe he'd been foolish enough to turn down Draco's earlier offer. Why had he fought his impulses? It was about doing what he wanted to do, right?

Now there was no sign of Draco. People were rioting and Harry wasn't sure the drag pageant would be completed.

He decided it would be best to leave the Lair-- and fast. He headed for the door, when someone grabbed his arm.

"Wait--"

It was the bartender, "I'll go with you. A friend will cover my shift," he assured.

"Let's go then," Harry pulled him to the exit.


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"Potter?!" Pansy spat with disgust, "That sick bastard! What has he done to my Drake?!" she whined through tears.

"I know, it's just awful," her older sister, Violet, agreed. They were standing right outside of a club called the Dragon's Lair. Pansy was distraught after witnessing her boyfriend perform a strip tease in the name of Harry Potter.

She didn't want to believe what Marietta told her, but when Draco didn't show up to her birthday dinner she just had to know the truth. She was hoping she wouldn't find him here at Passion Alley…. but she had. She had seen him with her own eyes.

"What are you going to do Pansy? You can't let him get away with this! He's your boyfriend, reel him in!" Violet spoke again.

"B-but he's gay, isn't he? What can I do?" she cried shrilly, shaking her straight short brown locks furiously, "I mean that's why he would never sleep with me…" Her manicured eyebrows twitched and she covered her face with her hands ashamed. Pansy felt totally defeated, her whole future had shattered right before her.

"Listen to me!" Violet pulled her sister's hands from her face roughly, "he's not gay…he's just a little confused. You can get him back," she insisted.

"But h-how?" Pansy gasped incredulously, "how can I keep him away from that fucking home wrecker?!"

"Trust me Pansy, he will be straight!" her sister sneered, "If Lucius has anything to do with it…"


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A/N: Oooh I see trouble ahead...what do you think? Hate it? Like it? Love it?! All reviewers get a personal strip tease from Draco Malfoy himself ;) Thanks for reading!