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Bitter Melon

Grimmauld Place (present day)

Ginny needed to get out of there.

She turned abruptly and left the sitting room. She wasn’t sure where she was going to go.

“Ginny! Don’t go! Please, talk to me. I’m sorry.” Harry was rushing up behind her, trying to take her in his arms again.

She spun around and he stopped. He looked bewildered. “I have to get out of here, Harry. I…need to think. I can’t process this…story you’re telling me. It doesn’t make any sense! You and Malfoy? How did you hide this for so long, how come no one knew about this?”

“You think I wanted people to know? You know what the Daily Prophet would have done with that information. I’d have never had a moment’s peace. Neither would Draco.”

Ginny winced at the sound of Draco’s name. She’d known that Harry had buried the hatchet with Malfoy, but she hadn’t any clue that anything had gone on between them. In fact, she had seen Malfoy here at Grimmauld Place. She had stopped by to see Harry on her way out of town for a match. Now that she thought about it, they both had seemed uncomfortable with her arrival. Ginny had simply chalked it up to Harry’s feeling weird that Malfoy was in his home and she had witnessed it.

“You call him Draco?” She knew it was a stupid question, but she just couldn’t get past this.

Harry sighed. “Yes, I call him Draco sometimes, but mostly Malfoy still. He still calls me Potter.”

“Did you love him?”

There was a long silence.

Ginny turned to leave and Harry grabbed her arm. “Ginny.”

She yanked her arm away. “Tell me the truth, Harry! You avoided that question earlier. But no more! I want to know! If you want any chance of us talking this through, then you’d better start answering me right now! If not, then I walk out of here!”

Harry closed his eyes. “Yes, I did.”

Pain settled and made a home in her heart.

“Do you still love him?”

Harry’s eyes snapped open. He swallowed hard. “I’ll always care for him.”

“That’s not what I asked you! Do you still love him!”

“I care about him, Ginny. I want him to be happy.”

“What kind of answer is that, Harry? It’s a yes or no answer.”

“It’s not that simple. I-“

“YES OR NO!”

“Ginny…”

“I’m out of here! Leave me alone, Harry! Don’t ever call me or try to see me again!”

She stomped towards the door and Harry stood there helpless.

“Yes!”

She stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She didn’t turn around. “Yes?”

Harry’s voice was barely audible. “Yes, I still love him. I always will. But I love you, Ginny. I want to make a life with you. Not him. I’ve moved on and Draco doesn’t want to let go.”

“How can you still love him but want to be with me?”

“Didn’t you do that with those boyfriends of yours at school?”

“Are you seriously comparing the two? Dean and Michael were just distractions. I loved you, Harry!”

“And how is this different?”

“You love Malfoy, Harry! Not me. If you did, we would have been together a long time ago. You would have told me about this. You didn’t tell me because you knew this meant more to you than us. You’re still in love with him! You’re only with me now because he got married. You’re too noble to continue being with him now that he has a wife.”

“That’s not true! I told you before I was going to end it with him. Draco was making demands that I didn’t want to deal with. He needed something more than what I could give him. We were breaking up anyway. Ginny, I swear that’s the truth. I’m not just with you because of that breakup. I wouldn’t do that to you. You deserve so much more.”

“So why now? Why didn’t you wait longer to get married? You obviously still have feelings for him, which clearly came out tonight. Why didn’t you get over him first before you started talking marriage to me?”

“I thought I was over it. I kept away from him. I didn’t talk to him or anything. Once he married, I completely cut him off. I had to get over him. Then you came back and my feelings for you were still there. I wanted to start over again with you. I thought Draco was going to honor his vows and stay away like I asked him too.”

“Did Draco love you?”

“He had told me that he did.”

“Then you really couldn’t expect him to stay away if he really loved you. Has he tried to contact you before tonight?”

Harry rubbed his eyes. “Yes.”

“How often?”

Harry sighed. “All of the time actually. He never stopped trying to contact me. He sent owls, came by the office, sent house-elves…showed up at places he knew I’d be at.”

Ginny was surprised at this level of devotion from Malfoy. He must really love Harry. No wonder he showed up here tonight. He had to have been desperate.

“He’s been doing this for six months? You’ve ignored him that long after a four-year relationship? Did he even know you were going to break up with him?”

“Yes, I told you that I needed a clean break from him. He had a way of sucking me back in. I’d left him before, but he always managed to talk me into giving it another go. He knew that I wasn’t happy about Felice. Narcissa had arranged that. But Draco had to do what was best for his family. So I let him go and do the honorable thing. He didn’t understand that.”

Ginny’s mind was reeling. How could she have missed all of this? Her own fiancée was in love with his boyhood rival. This was unbelievable. But then she had been away with her Quidditch team. She hadn’t been there for Harry at all. Maybe this was her fault. For not staying and being a proper girlfriend for Harry.

She pulled the door open.

“Ginny, please don’t go like this. I answered your questions honestly! Don’t leave!”

Ginny looked at Harry. “I need some time alone, Harry. This is all…so crazy. I’m sorry, but I can’t talk to you anymore. Not now.”

“Promise me that we’ll talk again. Don’t end it like this, please.”

“Just leave me alone for now. I…need some time.”

Ginny wasn’t sure why she wasn’t raging about this. Maybe she was still in shock and it hadn’t really hit her yet. She left the house and apparated away.

Harry’s eye twitched and he marched to the drawing room. Kreacher appeared as if on cue.

“Master Harry, Master Draco is leaving the floo open for you for crying on Master’s shoulder.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Kreacher’s eyes widened. “Master! Kreacher is most aggrieved at Master Harry’s plans. Mistress will be most upset to hear that Master Draco is being killed by Master Harry.”

Harry didn’t even bother to respond. He stepped into the fireplace and threw powder. “Kensington, Malfoy’s flat.”

He was gone in a loud whoosh.


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Draco's flat (present day)

Pansy was silent as she pulled out the shards of glass from Draco’s hand.

He’d finally admitted to her what she had known all along.

He was deeply in love with Potter.

And he was miserable and didn’t know how to win Potter back.

So he was resorting to causing havoc and chaos in Potter’s life to hurt him and gain his attention at the same time. Just like he did at Hogwarts.

This was so not going to work.

“Draco, you’re going to have to get over him. I know it’s hard. Please, just listen. I don’t want to see you like this. And Blaise. He’s devastated, Draco. Would it be so hard to love him? I know you at least care for him. It can grow into something more. Just…try.”

“I did try. Why do you think I was with him the last few months?”

“And what happened?”

“I was trying Pansy! I did. I even tried with Felice! You can’t even imagine that horror.”

“You really love him that much?”

Draco stared down at his hand. “I don’t even know how it happened. So fucking stupid. He’s idiotic and reckless and completely fashion challenged. He can’t lie to save his life and he’s so sappy it’s sickening. He’s morally self-righteous and he hates my family. My father and Aunt Bella at least. I hate his friends and his job and the stupid Muggle things that he does.”

“And you love the pants off of him.”

Draco grunted with a disgusted noise. “Completely.”

The fireplace whooshed green.

They both turned their heads in alarm.

Harry stepped from the flames, his eyes blazing with anger. Pansy let out a little yelp. Draco looked at her in concern and then his head swiveled back to look at Harry.

“Harry,” Draco said, standing up and walking towards the man, “can I get you anything?”

Harry focused on Draco. “Don’t. You fucking bastard! Why? Why did you do that? I told you to leave me alone! And you show up and do that!”

Draco nodded towards the bar. “I think a double of just about anything will do for you. You seem a bit tense, Potter.” He pulled his wand and casually flicked it to the bar. Bottles of clear liquid began to pour themselves into glasses.

Harry took two steps and grabbed Draco by his silk pajamas. “I should fucking kill you for this! Ginny didn’t deserve that shit! How could you do that, Malfoy? She never did anything to you!”

Draco looked down at Harry’s hands wrinkling his clothes. “Potter, do you mind? These were a gift.”

Harry pulled his wand, flicked the wand in Draco’s direction and muttered a spell. The pajamas ignited in blue flames. Draco yelped and attempted to beat out the flames. The fire burned brighter and Draco’s pajamas turned to dust. His skin was untouched, however.

“Fuck your pajamas, Draco.”

Draco sneered at Harry. “That’s all you know how to do, isn’t it? Destroy everything?”

He summoned some clothes from his bedroom and began to put them on.

“I destroy everything? What the hell do you call tonight; you fucked up piece of shit?”

“I call it saving you from a terrible mistake. You don’t love her. I was simply showing you the error of your ways.”

“Who the fuck are you to tell me who I love? I do love her!”

“I’m the one who you really love, Potter! You’ve told me often enough over the last few years. Weasley wasn’t even mentioned in any of that time, Harry. Or did you forget?”

Harry gave Draco an icy look. “That was the past! It’s over now. Why can’t you understand that? I’ve moved on! Ginny and I were together before the war and off and on during Auror training. She’s been in my life long before you. And she’ll be there long after you.”

“You don’t love her, Potter.”

“Stop saying that!”

“You don’t! How can you lie to her like this, Harry? You, so noble and self-sacrificing for everybody. You’re lying to her and you know it! Where’s your nobility now?”

Harry swallowed. “I’m not lying to her! I do love her! You just can’t accept the fact that I’m happy now!”

Draco moved forward cautiously. “Harry,” he said silkily, “you may care for her in that Gryffindor way you have, but you’re not in love with her, are you? Tell the truth. You know that you’re not good at lying. Happy? You aren’t even close.”

For a moment Harry looked confused and troubled, but then his resolve hardened again. “It’s none of your business, Malfoy! Ginny and I will work through whatever issues we have. It’s not for you to butt in!”

Draco’s hand was reaching for Harry’s. “Harry, why do you think that things happened the way they did tonight? If you are so in love with Weasley, then it wouldn’t have happened, would it?”

Harry shut his eyes and leaned back against the couch’s arm, sitting down hard. Draco gently took Harry’s hand, moving to put himself between his legs. He ran slow circles over the back of his hand, knowing that this often calmed Harry down.

Pansy was watching from her seat by the bar. Potter hadn’t even noticed her presence and Draco seemed to have totally forgotten she was in the room.

She was amazed at the transformation her friend had taken. Even though she’d known about them, she’d never actually seen them together like this. Potter was all raw energy and power; she could feel the magic shifting in the room. His anger and passion was all tangled together; like a smoldering volcano. .

Draco was smooth as silk, all seduction and charm, wooing this wild beast of a man in front of him. Draco was manipulating Potter with the epitome of Slytherin skill and talent. As Pansy watched, Draco was now stroking Harry’s arms and the Auror had visibly relaxed.

Draco’s mouth was inches from Potter’s and Pansy gasped softly when Draco gently pressed his lips against Potter’s. Harry flinched and pulled back, but Draco’s hand was out and grabbing him behind the head, keeping him still. Draco was staring into Potter’s eyes without speaking. Then, his lips searched Potter’s again, nuzzling like a newborn baby looking for the breast.

Pansy’s stomach fluttered with butterflies when she heard Draco’s low, husky drawl…“I love you…”

Oh, if only Theo looked at her like Draco was looking at Potter. And Potter was responding to Draco’s soft kisses with gentle kisses of his own. And then his eyes popped open and Pansy’s knickers were wet again from the intense green gaze that traveled over Draco.

And Draco…

If Pansy had held out hope that Draco would be able to love Felice or Blaise, it was swept away in the deluge of longing and love that Draco was now incapable of hiding. There was no longer any doubt in Pansy’s mind where Draco’s heart truly was. Draco was murmuring softly as he continued kissing Harry. She’d never seen him like that with Blaise…or herself either.

If Draco was in as deep of love as this, she was surprised that he’d actually survived the last six months.

If her lover had completely shut her out like Potter had done to Draco, she would have been insane by now.

And then Potter’s voice cracked the façade and the mood was over.

“Stop! Just stop, Draco! Please. Leave me alone. I can’t do this with you. I can’t! I won’t! Felice is your wife and I’m engaged to Ginny. I don’t want to hurt them.”

Draco’s voice whipped through the room.

“It’s too late for that, Potter! What’s Weasley doing now? Crying her eyes out? And what about hurting me?”

Harry snorted, “It’s impossible to hurt you, Malfoy! You’re made of ice, remember? But if by some remote chance I nicked your skin or something, then I’m sorry! But you left me no choice.”

“You had a choice, Potter! You chose the easy way, so you’d still look like the hero!”

“You were getting married! What did you expect me to do? You chose your family wishes over me!”

“You didn’t want to go public with our relationship! You wanted to keep me hidden like a dirty little secret!”

“I was protecting you! You know what would have happened! We’d have gotten Howlers for the rest of our lives! I wanted my private life to stay that way!”

“I didn’t need protecting! I could’ve handled it! We could’ve handled it together! I didn’t want to hide it anymore, but you were so busy hiding from your friends. If they were really friends they would’ve accepted us in the first place!”

“You didn’t tell your friends either!”

“But they would’ve accepted it. I kept quiet because you would have lost your mind if you’d known I had told them! You would’ve been shouting about conspiracies and blackmail.”

“And I would’ve been right! You can’t tell me that they wouldn’t have run to the papers with that news!”

“Pansy and Blaise both knew, Harry! Blaise saw us that first night at the cottage. He never said a word. Pansy never betrayed me either!”

It was at that moment that Harry suddenly noticed Pansy sitting by the bar. His face paled dramatically. “How long have you been sitting there?”

Pansy slid from the barstool. “Long enough, Potter. You both were obviously too busy to notice me.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “So you knew about this?”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Of course I knew. I’ve known Draco since were five. I know when he’s involved with someone. I knew you came to my house that night. I’ve watched Draco since then and I knew every time you guys fought and when you were shagging each other silly.”

Harry reddened slightly. “And you never gave him any grief about it?”

Pansy cut her eyes at Draco. “He would never admit it. So he kept your secret, Potter. He lied to me for four years about you. He finally admitted it tonight. Draco deserves better than you.”

Harry looked pained and Draco scowled, “That’s enough, Pansy!”

But Pansy was just getting started. She rounded on Harry again. “You blame Draco for destroying your relationship by marrying Felice. He had to! Not only was he saving his family name but it was his dying father’s wish that Draco have an heir. Don’t you value family, Potter? I know that you don’t have one, but surely you can understand how important that was to Draco. If he meant anything to you, you would have understood.”

Harry bristled and his anger returned with a sharp spike. “You don’t know anything about me or how I feel! Or what I went through dealing with Draco’s family issues. Lucius was a vile, manipulative bastard who has tried to kill me and my friends more than once. Forgive me for not really giving a fuck about his wishes. And last I checked, Lucius was still very much alive and bribing his way out of Azkaban.”

“Harry,” Draco said quietly, “don’t…”

Harry whipped around, his fists clenched. “Just shut up, Draco! Enough! I told you, just leave me alone. You got what you wanted…your precious legacy is intact, you have your wife and I’m sure Blaise is keeping you company at night! You have your friend here to fight your battles for you…so just leave me the fuck alone.”

Pansy glanced at Draco’s stricken face. Harry was turning to leave and Draco was grabbing at him to try and stop him.

Harry shoved Draco away. “Get off of me, Malfoy!” His wand was out so fast that Pansy couldn’t believe that it wasn’t an extension of his fingers. “I know spells that can’t be traced. No one will find your body.”

“You don’t have the balls to hex me, Potter!”

Harry shoved the wand harder into Draco’s chest. “Try me, Malfoy! I’m sick of this shit. You’ve hurt Ginny with this! You can do whatever you want to me, but don’t hurt anyone that I care about.”

“I didn’t tell her to walk into the room unannounced, Potter! That wasn’t my fault. And I didn’t make you have sex with me either. Blame yourself for that.”

“Believe me I do! That will be a mistake that I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life!”

“It wasn’t a mistake, Potter! It’s what you want! You know it’s what you want. You’re so bloody stubborn!”

“What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t a game of Quidditch. This is my life! And you’re ruining it! What do you want from me, Malfoy?”

Draco stared at him. “Do you really have to ask that?”

Harry threw his hands up. “I have to get out of here. I swear Malfoy, just stay away from me.” He looked at Pansy. “Keep your friend away from me, Pansy. You seem to still hate me, so I’m sure you’ll do your best.”

“You’re an idiot, Potter!” Pansy snapped.

Harry shrugged and he turned towards the floo again. Draco’s face contorted into a grimace of fury and hurt. He pulled his wand and shouted, “STUPEFY!”

The red light shot from the end of Draco’s wand and hit the Auror straight in the back. Harry went down like a ton of bricks.

Pansy gaped at Draco. “You’re an idiot too!”

Draco stood there, his chest heaving with rage, his wand clutched in his trembling hand.

“Shut up, Pansy. If you hadn’t goaded him into leaving…”

“You should have let him go!”

Draco ignored her outburst as he walked over to Potter. He kneeled down beside the prone man and turned him over onto his back. He was out cold.

“Potter’s going to kill you when you wake him up, Draco. Why the hell did you stun him?”

Draco looked at her with exasperation. “I didn’t want him to leave. If he left, I’d never see him again.”

“And that’s a problem because…”

“Shut up, Pansy! Let me think!”

Pansy huffed and said, “I’m going to the loo.” She stomped out of the room, leaving Draco to fix his bollocks’ed mess. Let him figure out how to keep an Auror from killing him.

How could Draco be so stupid, she wondered as she sat on the commode. Had love completely fried his brain? More like his cock, she thought nastily.

Pansy decided that was going to remind him of how stupid he was in case he’d forgotten since she’d been in the bathroom. She walked back to the living room with a scathing report to give him on his dunder-headedness but stopped short.

Draco was sitting on the couch, looking ever so much like a lonely little boy whose parent had forgotten to pick him up from school.

A little boy lost.

He’d moved Potter to the couch with him and the Gryffindor’s head was lying in his lap.

As Pansy watched, Draco was smoothing out Potter’s clothes and running his fingers through the spiky peaks. Every now and then, he’d take Potter’s hand in his and just hold it, staring at it as if it was going to talk to him.

Draco lifted the hand and gently kissed the back of it.

Pansy walked into the room. “Draco-“

Draco looked at her with such a malicious look in his eye that she fell back. It was the complete opposite of what she would have expected after witnessing such tenderness a moment before.

The Draco of old.

Draco was now cradling Potter to him possessively. “He’s mine.” His tone was pure ice.

Pansy brokered no argument.


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Three years, eleven months ago:

It took Draco four days to owl Potter after the cottage episode. Four long days. Long, long days.

He hadn’t slept with Blaise again, but only because he didn’t feel like it.

Not because he was afraid that Potter would smell Blaise on him again and reject him and definitely not because he was anticipating what would surely be the best shag of his life.

Definitely not those reasons at all.

Draco was at Flourish and Blotts when a black owl dropped a piece of parchment on his shoulder. It soared out of the front door without waiting for a reply.

Draco opened the piece of paper.

My address is 12 Grimmauld Place.

It wasn’t signed.

Draco could feel his lips threatening to pull themselves into a stupid smile.

He crushed it viciously.

He looked around furtively to make sure no one saw his momentary laspse into Hufflepuff land. A young witch was looking at him. She smiled at him coyly. Draco figured she couldn’t be older than sixteen. He realized that she was a Slytherin, probably a first year when he was in seventh.

“You’re Draco Malfoy, right?”

He nodded and shoved the piece of parchment into his cloak.

“I was in Slytherin, but then transferred to Beaubatons after all of that unpleasantness.”

The witch was very pretty. Blond and green-eyed.

Green eyes.

“My name’s Felice Delacour.”

Draco could hear a French accent.

She sauntered up to him. Delacour?

“There was a girl, Fleur…”

She laughed. “Yes, my cousin. She came here for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She was the one who told me about Hogwarts. I wanted to come after I heard her stories. All the handsome wizards…” She winked at Draco.

Handsome wizards…yes.

“I remember you, Draco Malfoy. You’re still as stunning as ever. I had a big crush on you that year. Then everything got very nasty. I left after that.”

Draco nodded absently. “Nasty, eh? You have no idea.”

Felice nodded quickly, “Fleur told me stories! Her husband was mauled by a werewolf that came into the school! And then he fought in the war and there was a goblin that stayed at her house and everything! Even Harry Potter came there and stayed!”

Draco winced and flushed at the same time.

“That was a long time ago,” he said tersely, not wanting to be reminded of what he’d done and how Bill Weasley had almost been killed by that deranged werewolf.

Felice noticed his discomfort. She looked around the store and moved closer to him. She whispered, “I know that you let them in, Draco. But I’m not mad at you like everyone else was.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a frilly pink piece of parchment and flowery looking quill. The quill sprang to life and hastily wrote words on the parchment.

“Here.” The parchment zoomed into Draco’s hands. “I graduate next year.”

The parchment bore two addresses; one in London, the other in Paris.

She blew him a kiss and then walked away.


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Draco stood outside of 12 Grimmauld Place, calmly ignoring the sweat that felt compelled to cover his hands.

This was ridiculous. It was only Potter for hell’s sake.

He strode to the door and knocked.

The door instantly swung open and Draco found himself looking at the most hideous house-elf.

“Master Draco,” it croaked, “Kreacher is honored by Master’s presence.” It bowed low and Draco stepped inside.

He’d been here before.

The elf, Kreacher, spoke again. “Master Draco has not been inside Mistress’s house in many years. Master Draco was being as tall as Kreacher when he was being here last.”

“This is the Black House?”

Kreacher nodded happily. “Master remembers!”

Harry appeared from a side doorway. “Kreacher, take Malfoy’s cloak. Dinner will be ready shortly. I hope that you’re hungry.”

He disappeared through the doorway. Kreacher reached for Draco’s coat. “Potter is making dinner?”

Kreacher nodded again, although sullenly this time. “Master Harry often cooks his own food. Kreacher is being offended by Master’s cooking. Master insisted on cooking tonight.”

Draco repressed a smirk. “This I have to see.”

He walked through the door that Harry had disappeared through.

He followed the sounds of clanking pots and soon arrived in a large kitchen. Harry stood in front of the oven, pulling out a pan of thick steaks. The aroma filled the kitchen and Draco’s mouth watered.

“You cook?”

Harry nodded as he set the dish down and reached for some sort of spice from an overhead cabinet. “Yeah, I had to. My aunt made me cook when I was growing up. We also had some basic cooking lessons in Auror training. Just in case one got stranded and had to do things the Muggle way.”

Harry flicked his wand and two plates flew out of the cabinet, along with silverware and napkins. A bottle of wine opened itself and poured out into two crystal glasses. Harry pointed at the table.

“Sit.”

“I’m not a dog, Potter.”

Harry grinned. “Sit…please.”

Draco sneered, but sat down anyway.

The food was delicious. Draco had to grudgingly admit that Potter was an excellent cook. The wine was even properly selected.

There was a torte for dessert. Strawberry.

“So Sirius Black left you this house?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t going to keep it at first. He hated living here, both as a child and a fugitive. But then Hermione convinced me to keep it. So I re-decorated it, into a place that he would have liked. It’s kind of a memorial for him.”

“Where’s mini-you?”

“You mean, Teddy?” Harry laughed loudly and Draco bit his lip to keep from laughing with him.

“He’ll be here this weekend. I try to spend as much time with him as I can, but work keeps me busy. I’m his godfather in case you didn’t know.”

“Aunt Andromeda filled us in. I never knew a woman could talk so much.”

Harry choked on his wine. “You’ve been gay that long?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco snapped.

“You can’t have been around many women if you didn’t know they can talk a hole into your head. I came up with a spell that makes you look as if you’re paying attention. It then spits back the information if she asks you a question. Hermione made that a necessity.”

Draco snorted with laughter and Harry watched him over the rim of his glass.

“I owe you a tour.” Harry stood up in one fluid movement, setting the glass down. “Come on.”

Draco rose and followed Potter.

This was going to be a night of grudgingly giving compliments.

Potter had done a spectacular job of renovating Grimmauld Place.

The walls had been re-painted; the heads of dead house-elves had been removed. The dark and murderous furniture was gone. It was bright and cheerful and full of wizard pictures in frames around the house.

The tour ended in a huge master bedroom on the top floor.

Draco’s eyes were riveted to the massive bed laden with fluffy pillows.

“Kreacher,” Harry called. The elf appeared instantly.

“Please bring more wine.”

Harry turned his brilliant green orbs on him. Draco’s loins answered his inquisitive gaze.

The elf returned with the wine and two clean glasses. Draco was sure he saw the elf smirk in glee before he departed.

The wine was poured and Harry handed it to Draco. Draco sipped the delicious vintage and watched Harry over his glass. Harry had already finished his glass and was now walking towards him. Draco lowered the glass and almost spilled the contents on the plush carpet when Harry licked a wine drop from his lip.

Draco’s face was flushed with heat and Harry wasted no time in adding to the growing flame. With a feral growl, his lips met Draco’s with an intensity borne from sheer lust.

The wine glass fell from Draco’s nerveless fingers and splashed the carpet anyway.

Harry’s arms had wrapped around Draco’s firm ass cheeks and he pulled Draco hard against him, drawing him into direct contact with his rapidly hardening cock.

“Am I a good boy, now?” He asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll let you know.”

Harry took the glass and set it down on a nearby table, pulling Draco with him.

Draco was pushed back against the soft covers and Harry’s mouth covered his own. He tasted of wine and steak and strawberries.

Draco tried to eat him.

Draco couldn’t think as layers of his clothes disappeared and Harry’s hands and mouth were touching him everywhere. Draco feasted on Harry’s sculpted abs and broad shoulders when his shirt was finally removed.

When Harry had expertly removed Draco’s pants and his own, the blond nearly passed out at the full sight of Harry’s erection. He’d had that monster in his mouth? Draco felt doubly proud of his accomplishment.

Harry’s fingers were probing him now and Draco was struggling to relax. “It’s OK,” Harry said soothingly and he rubbed Draco’s stomach like he was a puppy.

Draco was mad that it worked.

He half expected his tongue to loll out and to start panting.

Fuck…he did just that.

Harry was pressing into him and Draco was having a hard time believing that it was actually going to fit. But he felt slick and smooth and Harry was moving so slowly, but Draco could feel the enormous pressure and the burn.

“Roll your hips. I won’t move until you’re ready.”

Draco began rolling his hips and the pressure built, but he was able to control the movement. He pressed forward more, starting to enjoy the full feeling and the sight of Harry biting his lip, obviously wanting to fuck him senseless, but holding back. Draco writhed against him, enjoying the power over Potter. Teasing him.

Harry’s hand clutched Draco’s hip. “Malfoy…” But his voice was hoarse.

“Move, Potter.”

Harry pressed forward instantly and Draco’s breath hitched. The burn was back again and the stretching continued. Draco began rolling his hips again and Potter pulled him more into his lap, until Draco’s legs were resting around his waist.

Harry was holding still and Draco was controlling his breathing. The pain lessened and Draco nodded. “I’m ready.”

Harry began to thrust inside of him, but he moved slow and sensual and Draco was hardly aware of the burning at all. He felt every inch and ridge of Harry’s member pushing inside of him, felt the skin of this thighs as they brushed against his on the down strokes. Felt Harry’s balls gently slap against his own and Draco felt Harry’s muscles rippling with his efforts.

It felt so good.

His hands came up to Potter’s chest and Potter shifted slightly and thrust in and Draco’s eyes crossed.

Potter had hit that same spot that Blaise had.

Only this felt a thousand times better.

“Ohhhhh…”

After that, it became a blur.

Harry’s dead-on accuracy of hitting Draco’s prostate sent the blond into an expanse of space and time…

Fuck it…who can think when you’re getting the best fuck you’ve ever had?

“Nungghhgghhhh…”

Draco had Harry in a vice grip with his thighs. Potter’s relentless assault on his pleasure center had rendered Draco unable to remember he was a Malfoy. His whole name actually.

Potter had sped up, obviously understanding that Draco’s twisting head and his rolling eyes meant that he wanted to be buried in the mattress.

“Gahhgghhh…”

Harry did some sort of rolling twist of his hips and Draco’s mouth went slack.

His cock was hard and ready to burst.

“C-c-c-c-c-c-c-cc-…”

Harry’s Auror training must have also helped him to understand incoherent consonants, because his hand began stroking Draco’s swollen member in perfect rhythm with the prostate tap. Harry’s hand rubbed the tip and his cock hit the gland at the same precise moment…

Words re-entered Draco’s skill base.

“Fucking hell!”

Draco’s cock pulsed hard and white ribbons of cream shot out and all over his lower abs. Draco opened his legs as wide as he could, trying to bring more of Harry inside of him.

“Soo good, Potter…oh my godd…yessss…sooo good!!!”

Draco’s back arched from the bed and Harry thrust fast and hard into him. Draco was dimly aware through the blood pounding in his ears that Potter was getting ready to come.

His cock had swelled inside of him and Draco felt the throbbing and then a spurt of liquid. He managed to open his eyes so he could witness what Potter looked like.

Harry’s eyes were closed and veins had popped out on his arms. He was biting his lip again, but Draco saw that he was breathing very hard and then he groaned out,

“Malfoy…fuck…mmmm…you feel sooo good.”

His hips were pistoning between his legs and Draco lowered his eyes to watch. He was transfixed at the sight of Harry’s cock, wet and glistening with lube and come pushing in and out of him. He could see the veins of it, thick and pulsing.

A feeling of enormous emotion surged through Draco and he felt tears stinging the corner of his eyes. He gasped as his stomach and throat tightened and he struggled to force down the urge to cry. He also fought the urge to wrap his arms around Potter and tell him he never wanted to let him go.

Potter thrust a few more times and then slowed. He opened his eyes and looked down at Draco. “God, Malfoy. You’re perfect.”

Draco swallowed down a huge sob. His heart had swelled inside his chest. It was almost painful.

Harry was still talking. “Are you all right? Does it hurt?” Harry was pulling out now and Draco tensed. He wanted Harry there always.

“Not so fast, you git. Take it easy.”

Harry looked properly chastened. “Sorry,” he murmured and moved slower. He slid out completely and got off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You can join me if you like, or you can use the bathroom that’s in the hall.”

He walked to the bathroom and disappeared, not bothering to close the door.

Draco lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling; the feeling of spent come was slowly trickling through him.

The un-named emotion was roiling through him and he felt sick. He’d never felt like this after sex before, not even with Blaise. Had Potter hexed him some kind of way? Was the food or wine poisoned?

More likely the food. Kreacher wouldn’t dare poison his master.

He heard water running and Draco swung his legs out of bed. The tickling worsened and Draco hurried to the open bathroom door, not wanting to run down the hall looking for a loo with come rolling down his legs.

He sat down on the toilet and sighed in relief as the liquid left out the way it came. He would definitely need a shower.

His musing was interrupted by Potter’s head poking around the curtain. “Care to join me?” He held out his hand in invitation.

Draco’s heart lurched again and he stood up in a panic. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise at the look on Draco’s face. “Malfoy? What’s the matter?”

Harry stepped from the shower, water dripping from him. He was looking at him in confusion.

“Whoa, Potter. This was just a fuck, all right? I’m not moving in or anything.” Draco was edging his way around the toilet and away from this…thing.

Harry blinked and then reached for Draco’s arm. “What? Malfoy…it’s me. What’s wrong?”

“Don’t get comfortable with this! You’ve had your one chance.”

A look of some sort of comprehension seemed to settle over Harry’s face. He held Draco’s hand. “Malfoy…relax. You think I want you in my life more than this? Like I would actually enjoy your company or something? Believe me when I say the only thing I want to hear is you begging me to fuck you.”

Draco’s heart shriveled in agony. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Fuck you, Potter.” He said stonily.

He marched from the bathroom, ignoring the itchy feeling from his backside.

And ignoring the burn in his heart.

He looked for his clothes and wand, which had been strewn around the bed and floor.

As he picked up his pants, he felt a hand on his back. He stiffened…in more than one place.

“Malfoy…” said a soft voice.

Draco was afraid to turn around. He was a fucking coward.

“Malfoy, stay. Why are you leaving? There’s more if you can handle it.”

Draco finally turned and looked at Harry. “You don’t think I can handle you?”

Harry quirked an eyebrow. “No, actually I don’t. Who is running away now? Just like Quidditch.” He said mockingly.

Draco clenched his fists. “Grow up, Potter! This isn’t school anymore!” He said angrily.

Harry laughed softly, “For once I would have to agree with you.

My boy self would never have done this.”

He gave Draco a wicked grin and Draco’s anger disappeared in a blaze of glory. He had been all prepared for a dramatic exit. Now he’d been thwarted and didn’t know what to do.

He wasn’t prepared for Potter to sink to his knees.

Or for the feel of soft and wet heat to surround his cock.

Draco’s hand whipped out and slid into the wet hair.

Potter groaned and gripped his sticky buttocks firmly, pulling him deeper into his mouth. Draco grunted when his cock hit the back of Potter’s throat and he kept sucking, never breaking his rhythm.

Draco’s knees buckled as Potter concentrated his tongue and lips on the sensitive head. His balls tightened and Draco couldn’t believe that he was coming again so quickly.

“Potter…” he managed to rasp out as his cock swelled, preparing for the exquisite release.

Harry didn’t stop and Draco grabbed Harry’s head with clenching fingers, his hips driving his spurting cock deep into Harry’s mouth. The come filled his mouth and Harry hungrily swallowed repeatedly, savoring the taste.

“Oh, Potter….your mouth…yesss….oh god…yesss.” Draco was holding Potter’s head tightly, guiding his cock into the sucking and swallowing mouth.

Draco shuddered deeply and his toes curled. Potter pulled away from him and Draco sank back down on the bed, trying to catch his breath. He fell back onto the center of the bed.

He lay there with his eyes closed. That was…Merlin. He didn’t even know what that was.

He opened his eyes and saw Potter standing in front of him, just watching him.

Draco’s eyes traveled down the wet torso and stopped at the impressive cock that was jutting out from smooth wet black hair.

The un-named feeling returned with a vengeance. Draco wanted him so badly and not just for a fuck anymore.

Draco opened his legs and Harry’s eyes dropped to the puckered hole, still wet and open.

Inviting.

“It’s yours. Let’s see if you can handle it.”