Bitter

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Bitter Cold

Draco’s flat in Kensington (present day)

“So Draco, are you still going to try and blame me and Tracy for this thing with Potter? Because clearly you got involved with this on your own.”

“What’s your point, Pansy? Do you even have one? Why are you here anyway?”

Pansy grunted as she sat back down on the sofa. “I’m here because of Blaise, you dolt! Didn’t I tell you I saw him in Diagon Alley? He looks horrible, Draco. And you know how fastidious he is about his looks.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Stop using big words that you can’t spell. And it’s not my fault if Blaise is looking haggard. Maybe that’s why things are over between us.”

“Cut the shit, Draco. We both know why it’s over. Or at least why you’ve dumped him again. I don’t even understand why he keeps putting up with your shit. You always go to him when you were on the outs with Potter. You lead him on and he falls for it every time! Did you ever love him, Draco?”

Draco scrunched up his mouth. “When have you ever known me to love anybody? I don’t do love, Pansy. You know that. Blaise and I have an understanding. It’s just fun. Ever since that first time at the cottage. He knew that.”

Pansy glared at Draco and said harshly, “Draco, you let Blaise believe that you were serious this time. He thought that you were finally going to settle down with him.”

Draco stared at her incredulously. “Did he tell you that? That he thought we were going to settle down? I don’t believe that!”

“He said something like it, yes. He thought the thing with Potter was done.”

Draco’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Blaise knew about Potter, Draco. Don’t tell me that you didn’t know that.”

“Of course I know that he knew from the beginning. But…not later. We were careful!”

“Oh please! We both knew, Draco. Like we believed that the night at the cottage was going to be the last time for you. Blaise knew what you were doing when you weren’t spending time with him. It was so obvious that you were up Potter’s arse.”

“Correction: He was up mine.”

“God, shut up. Blaise is good for you. Potter is…Potter. He’ll always be a goody-goody Ministry arse kisser. He’s an Auror for Merlin’s sake. And he’s not going to leave Weasley. He’s too noble to do such a thing.”

“He will leave her. He won’t want to hurt her. And after tonight…she’ll leave him. Either way, Potter and Weasley are finished.”

Pansy’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

“A little payback. Potter needed to be taken down a peg or two.”

“That didn’t answer the question.”

“He cheated on his precious Weasley. With me. In his house. While she was upstairs. And then she got an eyeful of what Potter can do on his knees.”

Pansy’s mouth dropped open. “Draco! How…how did that happen? Potter actually cheated on her while she was in the house?”

Draco smiled smugly. “Of course he did. He can’t resist me. He took one look at what I offered him and he couldn’t wait to get it again.”

“I can’t fucking believe this! Weasley’s going to kill him. And her brothers are going to kill you!”

Draco shrugged. “It was Potter’s choice. I didn’t force him. He wanted it. I just gave him what he was begging for.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow. “You’re in love with him, Draco. Just admit it.”

Draco scoffed. “I just told you, I don’t do love.”

“Love is doing you, my severely misguided friend. You’ve been obsessed with him since Hogwarts. You’ve been in love with him since that night at the cottage. Why else would you go to him over and over? And now that he’s getting married? You know he would honor his vows, unlike you. You’d do anything to keep him.”

Draco laughed, but it came out more like a bark. “You’ve lost your mind, haven’t you? That spawn in you has destroyed what little brain you had left. Are you even listening to what you’re saying?”

“Are you even noticing what you’re doing, Draco? Why did you go to his house tonight? You have a wife at home. You had another lover. Why did you need to go and bother Potter? How long have you been trying to tell me that he didn’t mean anything to you, or that he was nutters and that you didn’t want him anymore? So you’ve been free of him for six months and what do you do? You run back to his house and have sex with him? Trying to get Weasley to leave him? You love hi-“

“Nobody leaves me!! I leave them! He doesn’t just get to end things because he gets scared! I risked things too! If it had gotten out, I would’ve been vilified even more than I have been! Corrupting the Boy-Who-Lived and all that rot. I kept quiet for him! I didn’t even care what others thought about it! His friends, my family…fuck them! He was so worried about his reputation! But I would have flaunted it! And he just leaves me…” Draco trailed off, as if he had just realized that he’d completely incriminated himself.

Pansy was shaking her head. “Oh, Draco! Please listen to me! You’re deluding yourself! Potter isn’t going to leave Weasley. And she’s loved him so long, she’ll forgive him. He’ll spin some story about it meant nothing and that you never loved him and it was just sex. They’ll go to counseling or something and they’ll live happily ever after.”

Draco’s voice was tight. “No they won’t. It isn’t going to be like that.”

“You got your revenge! What else do you want? You say you don’t love him, so it shouldn’t matter. You have Felice and Blaise. Why can’t you let this go?”

“I’m going to make him hurt. Crush him.”

But Pansy saw all of the hurt and anger in Draco’s body language and his eyes.

It was so clear to her that Draco was heartbroken because Potter had ended their relationship when Draco had gotten married.

He wanted revenge because he was ashamed to admit that he had fallen hard and deep for the former Gryffindor. But Pansy suspected that his claims of revenge were a clever rouse to throw her off the track.

But Pansy wasn’t stupid, not by a long shot. She knew that what Draco really wanted was Potter back in his life.

If the man ever showed Draco the slightest interest in rekindling their relationship again, Draco would drop everything for him.

And he’d dropped Blaise…again. And Potter wasn’t even in the picture this time and Draco was starting to realize that Potter wasn’t going to come back. And he was starting to show that desperate and dangerous side of him.

Pansy couldn’t let Draco destroy himself or any of his friends (read…Blaise) in the process. And she certainly couldn’t let him be stupid enough to really piss off Harry Potter, the Auror Extraordinaire and Dark Lord Killer.

She made her decision.

“Help me up, you arse.”

Draco pulled Pansy to her feet. She heaved a big sigh and said, “You’re going to make this right with him.”

Draco frowned at this but Pansy had already marched over to the floo. She tossed a handful into the hearth and called out, “Blaise Zabini, Bristow House.”

Draco started. “What are you doing?”

Blaise’s face appeared in the flames. Even from that distance, Draco could see that Blaise did look awful. He sighed, knowing what was coming.

“Blaise, come to Draco’s flat,” Pansy ordered.

Blaise hesitated. “What’s going on, Pansy? What have you done?”

“Just come. Stop being pig-headed!”

“Fine,” he said gruffly. “Shove over.”

Pansy stepped back and the fireplace roared. Blaise stepped through moments later, brushing the soot from his clothes. He glanced at Draco, whose arms were crossed over his chest.

Blaise nodded at him. “Oh, so you can’t even say hello?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to say? You’ve certainly done enough talking for the both of us, haven’t you? Is there anything left?”

Blaise looked angry. “I want you to fucking tell me what I’ve done to make you act this way towards me! I haven’t done anything wrong, but you just leave. You told me that you wanted this, that it was going to be different this time!”

Draco turned towards the bar again, muttering under his breath. “I don’t have time for this Hufflepuff nonsense!” He poured out another shot of Firewhiskey, then picked up another glass and poured two. He handed it towards Blaise, who stepped forward to take it.

“Draco, just tell me what’s going on. I-“ He looked down at his glass and then back up to Draco. “You know how I feel.”

Draco felt an unpleasant twisting in his stomach at these words. He really didn’t want to hurt his friend. Blaise had been a good friend and great lover over the years. But he’d never promised Blaise anything. Well, maybe this last time he had said more then he should. After his fifth rejected owl from Potter, two bottles of vodka and his longtime friend/lover eagerly tending to his more than bruised heart and ego, Draco may have recklessly told Blaise he’d wanted him on a more permanent basis.

Draco looked into Blaise’s honey colored eyes. Blaise looked back at him with fearful hope. “Blaise…”

Blaise walked towards him and put the glass down. He wrapped his arms around Draco.

“Draco,” he whispered, “please. Don’t do this again. Don’t leave me again. You know he’ll never come back. I don’t care that you’re married.”

Draco pushed Blaise away roughly and spluttered, “What? What are you talking about?”

Blaise clenched his fists and said, “You don’t think I know about Potter? Do you think I’m that stupid??”

Draco wasn’t surprised that Blaise had guessed about Potter; he was more upset about Blaise’s prediction that Harry would never come back to him. Harry had to come back. Draco’s stomach tightened even more painfully. Pansy and Blaise were wrong. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know what it was like.

“I didn’t think you were stupid, Blaise. But now I’m beginning to wonder.”

Blaise’s face crumpled and Draco watched him with growing anxiety. When had his friend become so…sensitive? The old Blaise would have bantered with him, called him names, maybe even hexed him. But not this defeated and thoroughly girlish attitude.

“You think I’m stupid for this, right? Stupid for pretending all these years that I didn’t know that you were shagging Potter? Stupid for still loving you when I knew that you were in love with someone else?”

At this, Draco slammed his glass down. “I’m not in love with anyone! When are you two going to get that through your stupid heads! I’m not in love with Potter!” His hands were shaking.

Blaise snarled, “You’ve ruined me for anyone else and you don’t even have the balls to tell me the truth! We may not be known for bravery, Draco, but I can tell you the truth of how I feel. I’m not ashamed to admit anything! Maybe I am stupid for this, but I know that I love you. If you can’t admit feelings, then it’s no wonder Potter left you! Even I know that shagging isn’t going to be enough for him. A bloke like that? He wants real love, someone who can tell him that and really mean it.”

The sound of breaking glass broke through Blaise’s rant. Pansy had hurried forward to where Draco was standing, the broken shards of the glass embedded into his hand. Blood was pouring from the wounds.

“Draco!” Pansy summoned a cloth to clean the blood away. “Your hand! Are you OK?”

She glanced up at him, but Draco was staring at Blaise with such a tortured look on his face that she forgot about his shredded hand.

Blaise was looking back at him with a similar expression. Pansy recognized it as the look of someone who knew they weren’t going to get what they desperately wanted and it was killing them that they couldn’t change that fact.

Blaise abruptly turned around, walked to the hearth and disappeared in a whoosh of flames.

“Draco?”

“I can’t give him what he wants, Pansy. I-I can’t.”

“Who?”

“Blaise. He deserves more, better.”

“You are more and better, Draco. Blaise knows this, and that’s why he loves you. Just give him a chance. Let yourself love him.”

Draco looked into Pansy’s eyes. “I-I can’t do that.”

Pansy pursed her lips and began to dab at the blood again. There were several shards of glass sticking out of Draco’s hand.

“This is going to hurt.”

Draco closed his eyes. “Nothing hurts more than what I’m already feeling,” he said quietly.

“And that is?”

He didn’t open his eyes. “Loving someone so much that it hurts to breathe without them,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.


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Three years, eleven months and eight days ago:

Draco landed gracefully in Pansy’s flowerbed. He shuddered as he felt the soft dirt between his bare feet. He’d never stepped in dirt barefoot in his life.

“Leave it to you to land me in dirt, Potter. Do you care anything about cleanliness at all?”

Harry smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that. The spell only lets me know that I’m not going to end up in some dangerous or life-threatening situation. Besides, you’re the one you crawled out of the window. There aren’t any doors in this house? Anxious to see me, eh?”

Draco gave him his patented sneer.

“You wish, Potter.” But he did look rather stupid standing in his pajama pants with no shoes in a flowerbed. And what made it worse was the fact his lips seemed to be having some sort of muscle spasm. To his horror, he realized that he was trying to smile.

Draco stepped out of the crushed petunias. Harry was eyeing him with a silly grin on his face. Draco wished he would stop. He was finding Potter adorable in everything that he did.

Harry pointed his wand at Draco and the blond tensed. Harry smirked and sent a cleaning and warming spell at him. Draco sighed in relief. It was cold out there and he didn’t have a shirt on.

At the same moment that he remembered that he was bare-chested, Harry seemed to come to same conclusion.

His eyes traveled over Draco’s bare skin. The blond had been tired of looking so pale and ghostly, as Pansy liked to remind him constantly, so he’d taken to getting a bit of sun on a daily basis. The house-elves had come up with a spell that simulated sunlight and Draco had taken to it like a duck to water.

The result had been a light golden hue to his otherwise stone marble-like skin.

But it was nothing like Potter’s almost bronze colored body and hands; hands that were now reaching forward to firmly grab a hold of him.

The feel of Potter’s body heat when he pulled Draco flush against his chest sent delightful chills throughout him. He again marveled at the feel of the hard muscled chest and abdomen that threatened destruction to Potter’s cloak. Nothing like the squashy breasts that Pansy put between them.

Draco shivered as Potter’s breath ghosted by his ear. He could feel his cock hardening. Hell, who was he kidding? His cock was hard the moment he saw Potter’s note. At this rate, he’d be coming again by the time Potter did…anything else. He could feel Potter’s thick length brushing against his thigh. His own cock pulsed excitedly and Draco’s heart quickened in anticipation. He didn’t even care they were outside.

Potter’s lips were nuzzling his neck and Draco sighed in pleasant bliss. He was therefore completely unprepared when Potter gave a slight menacing growl. Draco turned his head to see what the problem was and found himself roughly shoved away from the Auror. Draco hit the cottage’s stonewalls with such force that his teeth clacked together and several pieces of the masonry broke off and fell on the ground.

“What the fuck, Potter?” He gasped out. Merlin, had he chipped a tooth? He focused in on the Auror. Who was looking decidedly more dangerous than Lord Voldemort had ever looked.

Harry’s magic was crackling and sizzling in the frosty night air. Draco could practically see it. It swirled black and red around the dark-haired man’s head. The emerald green of his eyes shone more brightly in the night. The pouty lips were taut and pursed in a grimace of disgust.

“You’ve been with someone tonight. I can smell him on you. Zabini, right? You fucked him!”

Draco pushed himself upright and away from the wall. He didn’t want to admit that a pissed-off Potter was the most attractive thing he’d ever seen, combined with a form of danger he didn’t necessarily want to be in.

“So? You left without any kind of word. I was stuck with a hard-on that Blaise was willing to take care of. And last I checked, I am free to do whatever I want, Potter.”

“So you just shag the first person that comes along? Convenient fucks, right?”

Draco made a face. “You’ve got nerve, Potter! You were very ready to shag me earlier, and I hate you. So how’s that for non-discerning taste? And do I need to mention MacMillan? And Tracy Davis?”

Harry had the decency to look sheepish for a moment before he frowned. “Tracy? How did you know about that?”

“Despite Tracy’s horrible decision to associate with the likes of Gryffindors and the other Ministry kiss-asses, she’s still a Slytherin.”

“Meaning that you blackmailed her into telling you and she did to save her own behind?”

Draco feigned hurt, even though he was genuinely impressed that Harry had managed to figure out Slytherin tactics so quickly. “I didn’t. She told Pansy very willingly. Seems that you made quite the impression.”

Harry smirked, “Blame the drinks for that. I can’t believe that she told anybody. I thought she was embarrassed about it.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Hardly, she’s been hot for you ever since. She may be a Slytherin, but I can’t account for her taste.”

Harry cocked his head and snorted, “Which says what about you?”

“Oh, please. I don’t have the hots for you. That’ll be the day.”

Harry didn’t say anything but stepped forward. “So what’s this then?” He grasped Draco’s erection and slowly began to rub it.

Draco slapped Harry’s hand away. “I’m a man, Potter. Erections happen when the wind blows. See? The wind’s blowing.” Fuck, Potter’s hand was magic.

Harry scowled and then shrugged. “Whatever, Malfoy. I don’t do sloppy seconds. When you get your act together, then maybe we’ll talk.”

Potter was leaving?

“You’re a git, Potter! You’re just going to leave with that?”

Harry looked confused. “I’m a git? Get bent, you little shit. Leave with what?”

Draco stepped towards him with a confidence he didn’t completely feel. “With that.” Draco’s hand cupped Harry’s cock, which was still rock hard.

Harry grunted softly. He looked at Draco with a lusty glint in his eye. “I’m not going to fuck you behind someone else.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “Did I tell you that you had to? Shut up.”

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Draco grabbed Harry by the shoulders, turned Harry around and slammed him against the cottage wall. Harry let out an “ooof”.

Draco dropped to his knees and hungrily reached for Harry’s zipper. Harry gazed down on him in surprise, but didn’t speak.

Draco told himself that he knew what he was doing. Sure he had just given his first blowjob a couple of hours ago, but he knew what he liked. Potter couldn’t be that much different.

But Potter was different because Draco wanted to impress him.

He quelled his shaking fingers as he un-did Potter’s pants. The tight black briefs did little to hide or hold Harry’s large erection. Draco had never seen something so delicious. It was like penis-shaped vanilla torte.

He pulled the organ out of its confining material. Harry’s masculine scent flowed past Draco’s nose and he inhaled deeply. Harry smelled of fresh rain and spicy heat. The wiry black was smooth against his skin. The head of the plump length was circumcised, something that surprised Draco.

It begged for his lips to taste it.

Draco wasted no more time. He leaned forward and sucked the cock into his mouth, acutely aware of the heat and softness of Harry’s skin. Harry was larger than Blaise and Draco had to stretch his mouth wider to accommodate the difference. The cock filled his mouth fully and Draco reached to grasp the rest of it with his hand.

A low moan became audible from the cock’s owner.

Encouraged, Draco began to suck harder, moving his tongue around the head and stroking the length with his hand to match his sucking motion.

Harry’s cock thrummed inside his mouth and Draco decided that nothing was better than Potter’s cock in his mouth.

But then he noticed that something was wrong.

Unlike Blaise, who had moaned and whimpered during this, Potter was noticeably silent. Draco chanced a glance up at him and saw that Potter’s eyes were closed. His breathing was a bit heavier than normal, and his hips were rocking as Draco sucked, but he wasn’t moaning.

Draco’s confidence fizzled.

Was he not enjoying this? He had moaned when Draco had first started, but now…nothing.

The blond renewed his efforts, sucking as hard as he could and trying to get more of his mouth around it. He gagged horribly when the cock hit the back of his throat. Draco’s eyes filled with tears as he tried to keep from retching. He struggled to maintain his rhythm but was thankful that Potter had stopped thrusting into his mouth. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Draco felt mollified when a hand descended on his head. Harry was slowly stroking his blond hair, trying to help him calm down.

“Don’t stop, Malfoy,” Harry whispered, his voice low and seductive and…dangerous. “This feels so fucking good.”

Draco swallowed down the rising bile and started again, his confidence returning. Harry’s hand felt good against his scalp as his fingers continued carding through the strands. He quickly fell into a perfect rhythm again, using his tongue, lips and hands to bring the most pleasure to Potter.

Potter’s breathing became deeper still and his fingers pressed harder onto Draco’s head. Draco looked up again and Potter was biting his lip, trying to hold back whatever it was he was embarrassed to let out.

Draco felt Potter’s body flush with heat and the cock was swelling even larger now and Draco knew that they had arrived at the targeted destination.

Harry let out a small hiss and his cock pumped liquid pleasure into Draco’s mouth.

Draco’s own cock was pulsing now and he’d never ever could have guessed how sinfully wonderful it was to have a man come in his mouth like that. God, he’d wasted so many years at Hogwarts. All of those boys…

And Potter.

Draco’s orgasm hit him so hard and unexpectedly. His mouth was full of Harry’s come and Harry’s cock and his own orgasm caused him to choke again. He managed to pull away before he bit down and severed the former Gryffindor’s beautiful appendage in two.

Draco spluttered and coughed, sending Harry’s come flying all over the ground and he groaned at the same time, his own cock spraying come inside of his pajamas.

How mortifying.

Harry stared down at Draco, as the blond spluttered and writhed at the same time. He looked like he was having some sort of fit. Harry was having the hardest time trying not to laugh.

He’d accurately guessed that Draco was new to this. Even though he’d done an excellent job of giving him head, he still had that nervousness that showed from newbies.

Draco hadn’t expected his own orgasm. Clearly an amateur.

Draco couldn’t even look up. He’d come like a complete twat, like a little boy having his first feel up of some girl. And he’d spit Harry’s come on the ground, again looking like some childish boy taking his first drink of whiskey.

Draco was prepared for Harry’s derisive laughter or equally humiliating commentary of his recent performance. He stood up, brushing off the dirt from his knees, careful to not look at Potter, waiting for the jokes to begin.

“Malfoy?”

Draco looked up, his gaze defiant. “What, Potter? Been holding that in long?”

Harry shook his head, knowing that Draco was embarrassed and trying to cover it up by being hostile.

Harry didn’t say anything, but pulled Draco close to him. He leaned in and casually licked Draco’s lips. “You missed some, ” he said gently.

Draco’s heart erupted in his chest. Harry’s tender caress and gently said words soothed his shattered confidence. “Well, you come like a horse. Did you know?”

Harry smirked and planted his lips on Draco’s, his tongue seeking entrance. Draco was surprised and he opened his mouth to say something, but Harry’s tongue beat his to action.

Their mouths connected and Draco felt strong arms take firm control of his body. Tongues battled each other in the hot caverns of their mouths and Draco’s arms snaked around Harry as well, even though it was difficult with Harry leaning against the wall of the house. Draco moved and put his hand behind Harry’s head and held him just as firmly, mouth moving against the other man’s faster than lightning.

Harry groaned and tightened his grip and Draco grunted and pressed himself against Potter. Was it possible to get hard again that soon? God, he wanted Potter to fuck him now. Hard and fast against the wall. According to Tracy, Potter could get hard again. Very quickly. Draco hoped it was true.

He twisted around and put his back against the wall again, pulling Potter against his chest. Neither one of them had detached from the other’s lips.

Draco braced his leg and lifted the other one to lock behind Potter’s legs. He pulled away slowly from Harry’s lips.

“Potter,” he whispered hopefully, “come on.” He rolled his hips against him, giving him a big hint as to what he wanted.

Draco held his breath when Potter drew back to look him squarely in the face. “I’m not going to fuck you after someone else, Malfoy. No matter how much I may want to.”

Draco huffed,” I’m clean, Potter. You’re really going to turn this down?”

Harry looked annoyed. “It has nothing to do with being clean. I’m just not going to do that. Next time, make sure that you wait for me.”

Draco shoved Harry away from him. “Who says there’ll be a next time? This is your one time chance for this.”

Harry snickered and rolled his eyes. “No it’s not. You can’t wait for it. I’ll be seeing you again. Very soon.”

Draco was outraged.

“You conceited prick! You think I’m that easy? Get the fuck out of here. Don’t call on me again, Potter!”

Harry’s eyes narrowed for a moment and then he said, “Be careful what you wish for, Malfoy. You really don’t want to see me again? If you tell me that, I won’t ever see you again after tonight.”

Draco’s palms were suddenly sweaty. Would Potter really call his bluff? Potter’s stubbornness was legendary; everyone knew that once he got an idea in his head that nothing deterred him from it. There were probably hundreds of blokes that would be happy to let Potter fuck them. He wouldn’t give him a second thought, particularly after his botched performance on the blowjob.

“You think that I need you? I don’t. We both know that we can get it from pretty much anyone we want.”

Harry seemed to not like that statement. “Yeah, since you found someone so quickly after I left.” He didn’t even bother to think about Ernie. Was he any better?

“You can get it easily from MacMillan. That much was obvious.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I can. But right now, I kind of want it from you.” It was the closest he could come to admitting that he really wanted to give Malfoy a try.

Draco felt a warm rush throughout his loins. Potter admitted he was still interested in spending the night with him. And was still giving him a chance to save face.

“Yeah, I know you want me, Potter. If you’re a good boy, it may happen.”

Harry burst out laughing. “OK, Malfoy. I’ll let you decide when that happens.”

He stepped in close to Draco and kissed him hard, hot and fast. “Don’t keep me waiting. I’m not known for my patience.”

Harry licked his lips, blew a quick kiss to Draco and vanished with a crack.

Draco’s hand moved up to touch his lips, which were still tingling from Harry’s touch. He’d left his wand in the bedroom and he really needed to clean up. He climbed back up into the window and into the living room.

Had he really just sucked Potter’s cock? Did that really happen? None of this made any sense at all. He hated Potter. But he couldn’t get on his knees fast enough to pleasure him.

Potter hated him, but he had sent an owl and came to him, no questions asked between them at all. And Draco was now feeling a bit lonely, missing him already. Desperately disappointed that Potter wouldn’t shag him.

Draco didn’t notice Blaise sitting in an armchair.

He almost tripped over the man’s feet.

“So was he worth it?”

Draco started in shock. Blaise was looking up at him with wide, hurt eyes. “What?”

Blaise nodded towards the window. “I saw you. Outside with Potter. Why didn’t you tell me that you all were…friends?”

Draco waved a dismissive hand at him. “We’re not friends. I hate him.”

Blaise rose up from the chair like an angry wraith. “You suck off blokes you hate? Do you hate me too then? Because I’d really like to know.”

“Don’t be stupid, Blaise. No, I don’t hate you. I-it just happened all right? It wasn’t planned.”

Blaise stared at him incredulously. “What the hell does that mean? You just decided on a whim to suck Potter’s cock? He just happened to be outside Pansy’s house in the middle of the night? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? I wasn’t hatched out of some egg!”

“Why the hell do you care, Blaise? It’s none of your business anyway.”

“Why do I care? Why do I care?? I care about you, you idiot! Why do you think I did that with you tonight? I’ve liked you since Hogwarts! And now you go out and screw Potter? Fuck, Draco!!”

Draco was silent. He hadn’t expected Blaise’s response. Draco knew that he’d been attracted to his friend for the last few months, but he never thought that Blaise had returned that attraction. He thought he was going to be with Pansy.

“What about Pansy? I thought you wanted her.”

Blaise sank down into the chair again. “I care about Pansy, but I don’t want a relationship with her. I’ve had other things on my mind. I never thought you’d be into blokes, so I kind of just went along with what she wanted.” He looked miserable.

Draco was thunderstruck. This turn of events was completely unexpected. Blaise had feelings for him since school? He was just using Pansy?

“Blaise, I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I thought you’d hex me. I didn’t know if you’d ever feel the same way. So I just took what I felt and put it aside. I’ve had other blokes though, but I still liked you.” He looked up at Draco. “Do you like Potter?”

Draco hesitated for a lot longer than a blink. “Of course not. It’s Potter. He…no. No, I don’t like him.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. It sure looked like Draco liked him. And it wasn’t just because Draco was on his knees worshipping the man’s cock.

“How was his cock?”

Draco’s eyes glazed over. “Bloody brilliant.” He frowned at Blaise. “That doesn’t mean I like him though!”

Blaise knew denial when he heard it. And this was Draco, whom he known for years. And for seven of those years, he’d heard nothing but Potter’s name coming out of Draco’s mouth. Nobody was that obsessed with another human being unless there was some serious denial and attraction going on.

Even that last year when Potter had left Hogwarts and was on the run, Draco still talked about him. How many times had he caught Draco staring at the Gryffindor table, almost like he hoped Potter would just apparate into one of the seats.

And after Hogwarts, Draco still talked about Potter. Potter’s name was in the papers almost every day from the Daily Prophet to Witch Weekly. Draco had every copy and every clipping.

Blaise nodded slowly. “I know you don’t like him, Draco. But…do you think that we may have a chance at something?” He couldn’t keep the hope out of his voice.

Draco smiled lightly. “Pansy will kill us.”

“I know, but I can’t help what I want.”

Draco’s mind flitted and settled on a dark green-eyed Auror with what he was sure was the best tasting cock this side of the Atlantic.

“You’re right,” he agreed, “When you want something, you just want it. And I always get what I want.”

Blaise was pretty sure that Draco was not talking about him.