Passion Playground

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"Oh my god! You are so hot!" A semi balding man in impossibly short shorts shrieked.

"Thanks…" Draco's cheeks reddened.

"Oh my god! Did you see him up there on stage last night?" Blaise mocked. He could barely form the sentence he was laughing so hard.

"Yes girl! I certainly did! I would pay money to see you do that again," the man winked. His boyfriend flashed Draco an icy glare and tugged the man out of the shop jealously.

"You have so many admirers…" Blaise giggled, his almond eyes crinkling.

"Shuddup," Draco grumbled shoving Zabini's lean form into the counter.

They were standing in Sugary Tits and Treats, a candy, cupcake, and lemonade bar. It was Saturday afternoon, and after crashing at Blaise's basement flat the previous night the blond found himself once again in the middle of Passion Alley.

"I thought you were hot," Adrian Pucey grinned. He wrapped one large muscular arm around Draco's shoulder and planted a kiss on his cheek. Draco shook him off.

"It doesn't matter what you thought," he snapped, "Potter didn't even stay to watch and I guess it's better that he didn't--I just made a fool out of myself," Draco shrugged defeated.

He had lied to Pansy about being sick. Missed her birthday dinner and for what reason? Potter hadn't even given him a second glance.

"Yeah, and you got us kicked out of the Dragon's Lair in a record 90 minutes," Blaise grinned. He accepted his pink frosted cupcake from the woman behind the counter and Draco shot him a glare. The three of them headed over to the corner of the crowded shop and sat down in a plush red booth.

"Relax Malfoy, damn," Pucey said lightly. "Potter really must have done a number on you. I thought you were practically married to Parkinson." The burly man sipped his strawberry flavored lemonade through a tiny red straw, sticking his pinky finger out effeminately.

"I am not married yet!" Draco growled. It was true, despite the fact that his mother and Mrs. Parkinson were already planning the seating arrangements he hadn't even proposed to his girlfriend yet.

Adrian grinned, "You are going to break up with Parkinson right?"

Draco shrugged. He didn't know yet. He didn't want to think about what his father would do if he brought home a boy. After his first and only sexual encounter, however, he was feeling weird. Strange. Somewhat sick. He stared at his untouched blue frosted cupcake and blackberry lemonade.

It was like the night he spent with Potter just made things muddier, the exact opposite of what he wanted. He should have known better. Now his stomach was constantly a flutter and he never imagined himself to be the type of person who could feel a flutter.

"Are you okay Malfoy? You look a bit peaky," Zabini inquired as he finished up his cupcake.

"You guys… I think I have to sleep with Pansy…" Draco blurted, thinking aloud. It was the only way to even things out. It was the only way to get Potter and possibly homosexuality out if his system. He knew sex was responsible for his current messy feelings. Maybe it would also be a way out.

"Okay-- So sleep with her? It's not like you haven't shagged her before," Blaise shrugged nonchalantly while he licked a stray bit of frosting from the tip of his thumb, "but I can guarantee it won't keep you from craving cock."

Draco bit his lip realizing his mistake; of course they didn't know he'd never slept with her before. Blaise looked up when the blond didn't respond, "Draco you've dated her for three years please tell me you've shagged her!" It was like Zabini was reading his mind.

Draco's face flushed a furious pink and Adrian chuckled softly. The blond decided he'd had enough ridicule for one day.

"I don't want this sugary shit!" Draco snapped, getting to his feet. "I'm out of here!"

"Sit your dainty ass down Malfoy. We're going to talk about this," Blaise said, he was doing a poor job of hiding his grin.

Draco nearly tossed his lemonade at the two of them. Unfortunately he was resigned to his seat because Blaise refused to move so he could slip out of the booth.

"So did you fuck Parkinson or didn't you?" Blaise demanded.

Draco looked down at his fingernails. "It's really none of your damn business Zabini, but--" Draco began.

"But you didn't," Blaise interrupted, smugly.

"Fuck you Blaise," Draco sneered.

"I think you ought to break up with her," Adrian interjected. "It will be a cold day in hell before you get another night with Potter, but there are plenty of other men that would love to fuck you. Including me." Adrian settled his hand on top of Draco's and smiled warmly.

"Thanks but--" Draco sighed and pulled his hand out of Adrian's grasp, "No thanks."

Adrian shrugged and reached for Draco's cupcake. "You don't want this do you?" he asked.

Draco shook his head noncommittally.

"You're missing out," Adrian bit into the treat, "these are some of the world's best cupcakes."

Just then a couple of Quidditch Players from the Holyhead Harpies and the Falmouth Falcon's walked over to where they were seated and greeted Adrian. Adrian knew nearly everyone who frequented Passion Alley. He was a promoter for several of the most exclusive events that took place in the gay wizarding district. Draco suddenly had an idea.

"Adrian, can you arrange for me to see Potter again?" he asked his friend after the quidditch players left to settle into an adjacent booth.

"And why would I do that?" Adrian asked; he was halfway done with Draco's cupcake.

"Because you love me?" Draco pleaded hopefully.

"Oh god, why don't you stop obsessing over the scarhead?! You hated him when we were in school, don't you remember?" Blaise rolled his deep brown eyes.

"But he was still obsessed, even back then," Pucey pointed out.

"Harry is in love with me," Draco insisted. He said it but he wasn't so sure he believed it anymore. He was certain of one thing though, he was entirely enamored by Potter and what they had done that night under the stars felt perfect.

"Alright Draco I'll help you, but only because I hope you'll let me fuck you one day," Adrian grinned. "I can get you into the Orchid Lounge tonight, the Weird Sisters are performing and some of the Chudley Canons are supposed to be there in the VIP section. Did you know Gideon Crumb is bisexual?" Adrian was referring to the man that played bagpipes for the Weird Sisters.

"Seriously?" Blaise choked on his lemonade, "I knew he was my favorite one of the group!"

Adrian laughed and Draco grinned. He was in a better mood and suddenly eager for the upcoming evening. He would have to change at Blaise's house; he needed the perfect outfit because it might be the last chance he had to get Potter's attention.


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Narcissa was seated next to her husband at the dinner table. They were partaking in a fabulous luncheon put on by the French Minister and his wife. Several of the most prominent men and women in France were present. The chatting at the elaborate dining table became rather loud as the liquor began to take effect. Narcissa tugged her husband's robe gently and he turned to face her, his pale grey eyes settling on her shiny blue ones.

"What is it dear?" he asked his wife. He reached for her slender wrist and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

"Lucius, I'm worried about Draco," she sighed, "I feel bad about spending so much time in France while he's all alone in the manor." She immediately noticed her husband's pale features darkening with irritation. She had been expressing the same concerns to him for the past three months and Lucius was clearly quite tired of hearing it.

Lucius loved his son but the man had always been impatient with Draco. He was quick to dismiss his son as weak if Draco wasn't able to meet his impossible standards. Narcissa thought the war would have changed him--and it had--but nothing had changed in his attitude towards his son.

"Narcissa, he is not a little boy anymore and besides I'm certain he's not alone. He has Pansy there to keep him company," Lucius said.

Narcissa sighed. She adored Pansy and was excited at the prospect of grandchildren but something wasn't quite right with their relationship and she still could not pinpoint what it was.

"Well, are you certain you want to move to France so soon after Draco is wed? We could stick around for a while. You could help him figure out the proper ways to invest his money." Her son would receive his inheritance as soon as he was married.

"This is why he's so sensitive Narcissa," Lucius snarled, fighting back his infamous temper. The temper that only she and her son were unfortunate enough to witness. It was still difficult for Lucius to find decent work at the Ministry in London, even five years after the war. They were both fluent in French and so they began courting the French Minster of Magic in hopes that Lucius would be granted another high paying socially acceptable job.

"We agreed to move to France after the wedding. End of story," Lucius said coolly.

"But--" Narcissa began.

"But nothing!" Lucius hissed in her ear. As always, he was menacing-even in his hushed tone.

The woman seated next to them turned to glance curiously in their direction. Narcissa forced a smile, slightly embarrassed. She dropped the topic and returned to her plate of veal. She knew better than to cause a scene. After all, appearances were everything.


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"Is he here yet?" Draco demanded of Blaise.

"I'm this close to smacking you Draco. Do not ask me that again," Blaise hissed.

They were seated in the VIP section of Orchid Lounge. It was one of the higher end places in the Alley and Draco saw that a lot of mature witches and wizards frequented the place. He tried to relax on the cool leather couch and take in the surroundings of the Lounge.

It was a cozy room dimly lit with pink sconce lighting. There was soft rock music playing in the background and several couples were seated very closely, deep in intimate conversation. A globe of light levitated above each table. The room was largely circular with two levels. The upper platform was VIP seating with several white leather couches and lounge seating and behind the seating was a glowing double sided fish tank with several exotic fish. There was a small dance floor, a bar, and a seating area on the first level. Adrian was down there chatting up the bartenders in order to get some more free drinks. All seating areas faced the rectangular stage which was right near the entryway.

Draco nearly leapt out of his seat when he spotted Padma Patil, one of the members of Harry's team, walking into the lounge. She was dressed in a classy black pants suit with suspenders, a tie and a black and white fedora. Despite her masculine attire, she still radiated with feminine beauty.

"I'll be right back," Draco said getting to his feet.

"Yea sure," Blaise wasn't paying Draco any mind. A young Quidditch star had caught Zabini's attention and the boy was now settling down on the couch next to his friend. The boy immediately glided his hands across the smooth brown skin of Blaise's forehead and up into his crew cut hair line, intimately.

Draco scoffed and left the cozy leather couch leaving his glass of mint tea vodka on the glass center table behind him.

He hurried off of the platform and approached Patil. "Hey, where's your twin?" he asked lamely.

She gave him a look, "Are you lost Malfoy?" she asked.

Draco shook his head, "No, I just want to know where Potter is…"

Her face broke into a grin, "I was a big fan of the dance you did last night Malfoy. If I was a man I would've dragged you off the stage and fucked you myself," she mused.

"Um-- right," Draco shuddered. As far as he knew, the Lair was an all men's club. "So do you know where Potter is? Or if he's even coming?"

"No one knows what Harry does," she shrugged. "Last thing I heard, he was at the Fantasy Room with some cheeky blond--in fact I thought it was you--but of course you're standing right here. Ha. Silly me."

"Why's he settling for some cheap imitation of me? Why doesn't he just choose me?" Draco asked he hated how shaky his voice had become and he hated the sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Oi! Cheer up Malfoy!" She said heartily, pinching his ass cheek. Draco took several steps back from her rubbing his stinging behind. She laughed out loud at his scandalized expression, "Harry doesn't commit to anyone. It's not just you."

"But why?" Draco whined.

"I don't know. He's really private. But my guess is someone hurt him--badly."

"Who?"

She shrugged, "I'm not sure…he doesn't talk much about it. Don't quote me on this but I hear he used to fall for unattainable men."

"'Unattainable' what the hell does that mean?" Draco snapped.

"Let's put it this way. I heard he likes to play the hero…" she said cryptically.

"Where is the Fantasy Room?" Draco asked exasperated. Patil was making no sense and he figured wasn't going to get much more about Potter's personal life out of her.

Patil smirked, "You certainly are relentless Malfoy…"

"I just want to talk to him," he said pathetically. God, Potter was bringing out all sorts of personality traits Draco wasn't aware that he possessed. Looking pathetic and sounding desperate were hardly things he'd prided himself on.

The stage lit up as a loud guitar riff sounded and several people cheered excitedly. "Yes! I love this band!" Patil shrieked distractedly and she turned to face the stage.

"Patil!" Draco shouted, trying to recapture her attention, "Please just tell me where Potter is."

She looked back at him and took a deep breath. "I believe he just walked in," she pointed at the entrance and Draco spun around so fast he nearly fell over.

Harry was indeed present. He was walking next to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan who were holding hands intimately. Cormac Mclaggen wasn't too far behind them. Draco didn't hesitate; he hurriedly approached the group of Gryffindors without even a backwards glance at Patil.

"I need to talk to you," Draco said once he was right in front of Harry.

"What are you, stalking me now?" Harry asked, he sounded slightly amused and slightly irritated.

"Shoo Malfoy," Mclaggen appeared like he was Potter's bodyguard or something. Thomas and Finnigan sniggered.

"Why must you always have an entourage?" Draco asked, glaring at Potter's friends.

"Malfoy, what's gotten into you? Harry's not that good in bed…" Finnigan giggled.

"Stop it Shay," Thomas said wrapping his arms around Finnigan possessively.

Harry shot the sandy blond a playful glare and then he turned back to Draco. "Okay Malfoy, let's talk outside. It's too loud in here…" Harry said.

"Harry, you don't have to. I can keep him away from you…" Mclaggen said earnestly.

"No, that's fine, Cormac. I'll be right back…" Harry said. He grabbed Draco by the hand and the blond thought his fingers might melt under the intense heat that radiated at such simple contact.

Once they were outside, Harry pushed Draco against the wall.

"What do you want Malfoy? Honestly." Harry's emerald eyes searched back and forth for a hint of understanding in the grey.

"Potter, why won't you admit that you're in love with me?" Draco asked. It was hard to focus with those eyes penetrating into his very soul.

"Why don't you admit that you're in love with me?" Harry smirked. Draco flushed deeply and looked down. Harry lifted Draco's head so that he could look again into silver eyes.

"I'll tell you a little secret…" Harry sighed, "You had me very interested yesterday…I mean the way you were moving that gorgeous body..." Harry took a deep breath and continued, "But I have rules. If I don't stick to them, bad things happen…"

"What, are you under some kind of curse or something?!" Draco spat, "If you want me so badly, why don't you take me? I'm here! I'm willing!"

"Hush," Harry hissed quickly and he was looking over at a mysterious man with a camera who was reeling in a pair of extendable ears. Draco suddenly felt sick.

"Come on, the paparazzi aren't allowed inside of the clubs," Harry said. The bouncer recognized them and they easily walked back into the lounge. The Weird Sisters were warming up the cello and several witches and wizards were swarming the small dance floor in front of the stage.

"I'm sorry Malfoy," Harry said loudly in his ear, "but I can't do this… with you…again. Move on. There are a million other boys…"

Harry turned to leave but before he could, Draco grabbed the brunet and pulled him into a desperate, passionate kiss. The spark was immediate and overwhelming. Draco realized that- despite everything they'd done- they'd never kissed properly before. He pressed his tongue against Harry's lips and the brunet willingly let him inside. Draco searched through the warm wet cavern, eagerly tasting Harry. Draco's body was heated from the inside out and his legs were going weak from the feeling of Harry and the smell of him, like cinnamon, honey and sweat.

Harry pressed Draco into the wall near the doorway ravishing Draco's lips as if there would never be enough. His fingers roamed through blond silky hair. Draco gasped as Harry's hardness was pressed into his own. He heard the sound of some men in the entryway howling in approval of the make out scene. The loud music of the rock band caused the wall to vibrate against Draco's back which only increased the pleasure racing throughout his body. He ground his erect cock against Harry's and Harry gasped, hurriedly pulling away.

"No," Harry told himself running his fingers through his unruly thick hair. He was obviously bothered by the power behind their kiss.

Draco stared at him grinning. "Tell me you love me," he smirked.

"Fine Draco you win. Do you want to go to the Fantasy Room with me?" Harry asked.

"Mm," Draco sighed resting his head against the wall, "I have a better idea… how about you go by yourself…"

Harry narrowed his eyes, "I don't get it. I thought you wanted me."

"Of course I want you Potter. I also wanted to know that you want me just as badly…" Draco smirked.

Harry glared at him. "You've got to be fucking kidding me…"

"Malfoy! What the hell did you do to him?!" Mclaggen approached, he looked furiously at Draco before turning to Harry.

"Me?" Draco pressed his hand to his chest innocently, "I didn't do anything."

"Did he put you under the imperious curse? Are you alright?" Mclaggen placed his hand on Harry's forehead as if he was checking for a temperature.

Harry shoved him away, "I'm fine…" he sneered and continued to glare at Draco, "I don't play games Malfoy…"

Draco shook his head, grinning, "No? I guess we'll see…if you still want me I'll be up there with my friends." Draco turned and sauntered away feeling quite pleased with himself.


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"Did you get the shot?" Rita Skeeter demanded of her cameraman. He shook his head sheepishly. "Well did you at least get the name of the blond?" she hissed.

"Well…" the cameraman choked, "he might not be that important. Are you certain he's the same blond from the other night?"

Rita's eyes flashed, "Of course I'm certain!!" She had received an owl earlier that day from an unnamed informant who was offering quite a bit of money for a shot of a platinum blond with Potter in a compromising position.

"Did you at least hear their conversation?"

"Well Potter caught on to me… but I know they were saying something about love…"

"Love!" Rita grinned delightedly, "That will be our story Ted. Harry Potter may have finally found love! We'll run it tomorrow on the front of page 6 in bold print!" Her quill whipped out of her bag and began scooting across her small notepad eagerly.

"My name is Emmett." The cameraman muttered.

"Yea whatever," Rita snapped. It wasn't the exact story she was looking for. Potter was still keeping a very big secret. She could feel it. She had been begun a'friendly' little competition with Pierre Benoit who worked for OWN magazine, and with the help of her informant she intended to be the first one to expose every last one of Potter's dirty secrets.


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A/N: Oh dear that dreadful Skeeter woman! Always up to no good!

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