Passion Playground

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So yeah, here's chapter 6...


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Harry slid two fingers slowly into Draco's mouth. "Get them wet for me," he whispered deviously.

Draco sucked them in readily, running his tongue over the knuckles and coating them with saliva. Harry moaned appreciative of Draco's energetic tongue.

"Good boy. You like things in your mouth don't you?" Harry purred, as he pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around his own aching cock, already slick with precum.

"I like you in my mouth," Draco replied and a shiver went right to Harry's member at those words.

He could feel Draco grinning though he couldn't see his face.

"Be good and follow directions," Harry chided, "I have so much to teach you, Draco." He began to slide into Draco's warm, tight hole.

"What if I'm naughty? Will you punish me, Harry? I want you to punish me," Draco panted low, his voice breaking halfway through as Harry pushed fully inside him. He clenched purposely around Harry's hard cock and Harry inhaled sharply.

"You're already being a bad boy, Draco. I'm gonna make you come so hard… but only when I say so," Harry warned speaking against the shell of Draco's ear. He was beginning to get dizzy from the feeling of being inside Draco's tight, wet asshole.

He mussed Draco's silver hair lightly while he pushed in over and over. He pressed his chest against his wanton pupil's slick back and grabbed the blond's rigid cock pumping it in tune with his thrusts.

"Do you wanna come Draco?" Harry asked headily. He gripped Draco's slender hips, firm and possessively.

"Yes," Draco gasped, fisting Harry's bed sheets so tightly Harry could see the muscles in his forearms working.

"Come hard for me," Harry hissed. Draco let out a guttural moan, enticing noises escaped from deep within him as he bordered ecstasy. Suddenly...

Bang bang bang!

Harry heard an incessant knocking at the front door and he groaned.

The knocking grew louder, overtaking everything and his eyes snapped open with a start.

"Fuuck," he swore as he shook off the vividness of his dream. He lifted his blanket and saw stains covering his boxers and sheets. He groaned and remembered that he'd fallen asleep after coming back from the morning's match.

"Harry, wake up!" It was Ron's voice sounding outside of his door, and the knocking continued. "Come on! We're gonna be late for dinner with the team!" Ron called through the closed door.

Harry was sweating and he felt ashamed. This recurring dream was driving him out of his mind. The fantasies were only getting worse. He hadn't had a proper wet dream since he was a teenager and now it was like every time he closed his eyes he would wake up hard or wet. He was almost certain this wouldn't be happening if he hadn't let his stupid pride stop him from taking Draco home that past weekend.

God, why was the blond affecting him so much? He had fucked dozens of men, virgins included, and he didn't think twice about them when it was over. Lately his only companion had been his hand and that baffled him, because even the sight of other men couldn't get the blond out of his system.

"Harry!!"

"I-I'll just meet you guys there," he shouted to Ron. He cast a cleaning spell and sauntered to the shower, annoyed.


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"Did you see this article in The Daily Prophet?" Marietta gestured toward the newspaper in her hand, "'Harry Potter Has Found Love!' Give me a break!"

"Who cares about that wretched Potter?" Pansy snapped bitterly, waving away her gossiping cousin. She turned back to the letter she was hurriedly scribbling out.

"Well, let's see…" Marietta sat in a chair cattycornered in Pansy's bedroom and unfolded the paper exaggeratedly, "Potter was spotted outside of Orchid Lounge on Saturday night whispering tender words of love into the ear of a platinum blond," Marietta read aloud. "Hmm… a platinum blond? I wonder who that could be?" her eyes narrowed in Pansy's direction.

"Huh?! Give me that!" Pansy shrieked snatching the paper from Marietta's hands. She scanned the words on the page quickly. "You don't think it's-

"-Draco?" Marietta finished, "yeah, I kind of do."

Pansy blanched angrily. She hadn't seen Draco since the night she watched him dancing at that sleazy club in the gay district. He was never at the manor the numerous times she stopped by and he hadn't even bothered to contact her. Just the thought of him staying with Potter, dancing for Potter, sleeping with Potter, was sickening.

"Well, I don't care and do you know why?!" Pansy suddenly growled, her eyes blazing madly.

"W-why?" Marietta stammered slightly taken aback.

"Because I have Draco cornered. I'm not above blackmailing him into submission," Pansy got to her feet and approached her cousin, "Do you see this letter?"

She held up a sheet of parchment waving it in Marietta's face.

Her cousin recoiled, shoving the paper away irritated.

"I'm prepared to send this letter to Lucius if Draco continues to see that queer asshole-- Potter!!" Pansy spat.

"Er- you're quite mental sometimes Pansy," Marietta said but she was grinning.

"And as for the fucking 'boy who lived'-"Pansy continued menacingly, acting as if she hadn't heard Marietta, "I believe he'll get what's coming to him," she said cryptically.

Marietta raised her eyebrows curiously, "Pansy you're so manipulative. And I think I like it! Is there anything I can do to help you take Potter down?" her cousin beamed, "I'll be seeing him tonight, you know. Dinner with Padma and the team…"

"Perfect!" Pansy exclaimed, "you can keep an eye on Potter for me. In fact, you can probe him about my Drakey, and tell me what he says. Oh, and make sure he tells the truth," she commanded with a far off glint in her eye.

"Sounds good to me…" Marietta grinned. Pansy knew her cousin couldn't resist being a part of the drama-the more the better.

"Good," Pansy said softly, "because I love my Drakey and I'll do anything to keep him."

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Excited chatter filled the reserved room of Vercelli's Italian restaurant where the Chudley Cannons and friends gathered in celebration. They had beaten Puddlemere United and secured placement in the final four of the tournament.

Dinner had just ended and they were now enjoying dessert: a large cheesecake decorated specifically for their team with orange colored icing and topped with little figurines that resembled all seven of the individual players. They reminded Harry of the small dragon figures from the triwizard tournament.

"Wicked!" Terrance Higgs exclaimed reaching eagerly for his miniscule model. The rest of the mini players wandered casually to their proposed owners.

"Oh Dean he looks just like you!!" Seamus squealed giving his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before picking up the miniature Dean. Harry looked down at his, rather taken aback by the resemblance and attention to detail. He picked it up and slipped it safely into his pocket.

"Oooh, can I cut the cake?!" Padma said excitedly. Not waiting for a response, she pointed her wand at the large knife placed beside it and sliced the cake into small pieces for everyone.

"They're sending us a round of drinks on the house!" Cormac said cheerily, walking back into the room. Almost as if on cue, Harry's wine glass was filled with a chilled light pink liquid.

Angelina raised her glass in cheers, "Brilliant job today everyone! We're on our way to becoming top seeded!" she smiled excitedly.

"Hooray!!" Padma shrieked loudly, clinking her glass against Seamus'. Harry noticed Marietta was absent from Padma's side. Probably out in the restaurant talking to other girls, he thought to himself. The room burst into cheers and shouts of excitement. Harry raised his glass and sipped his drink contentedly.

He glanced over at Ron who was seated next to him. The red head downed his glass enthusiastically, "that really hit the spot--woah Hermione! Don't drink that!" Ron cried abruptly, knocking the wineglass from his girlfriend's hands.

The glass flew across the long end table and shattered into several pieces leaving a mess of liquid and glass shards on the white table cloth. "Ahh!" Angelina shrieked moving back in her seat as some of the liquid splattered on her dress.

"Ron, you idiot!" Hermione shouted, "It was only cider!" she pointed her wand irritably at the mess so the shattered pieces reformed and the glass was full again like it had never spilled. Angelina was calm again but she gave Ron a quick glare.

"Er-right…sorry" Ron mumbled blushing sheepishly, "but you really should've told me! I'm just worried with the baby and all."

He reached for his girlfriend's hand hopefully but Hermione smacked it away.

"You could have asked before slamming it out of my hand! This drink was sent just for me it even has a note," Hermione responded through gritted teeth, gesturing to a small piece of parchment on the table. "Why must you always overreact Ron?!" she snapped again rolling her eyes.

"Okay, okay," he said surrendering. He knew better than to fight with Hermione. If she scared him before, it was nothing in comparison to her mood swings now that she was pregnant. Harry knew first hand from the nights Ron would end up sleeping on his couch because she'd kicked him out and charmed the locks. Once again he was thankful he wasn't under the relationship curse.

"So Potter, who's your lover boy?" Flint entered the room waving a copy of The Daily Prophet mockingly. Marietta walked in a beat behind him, looking surreptitious.

Harry glared, "who Draco?" he said eyeing the article he'd seen many times this week.

He gasped suddenly and covered his mouth wondering why he'd said the blond's name.

"Draco?!" a chorus of voices replied and the room suddenly became silent.

"What?! That story is rubbish!" Cormac scoffed breaking the silence from the other end of the table, "you don't actually love him do you Harry? You don't love anyone…"

"I don't know. I mean, I can't stop thinking about him, no matter what I do. I wish he was here right now," Harry said. He was horrified. What was wrong with him?!! Maybe he'd had too much wine and the final glass had been a bit too strong for his liking.

Ron choked on his second glass of wine. "Harry?! You can't be serious! Malfoy?! That complete git?!" the redhead roared. Hermione eyed him warily from Ron's side.

"He looks damn good naked Ron, you would never understand. And when we kissed at Orchid Lounge, there was something there. Something powerful. I never felt like that before. I wanted to take him home so badly and fuck him hard," Harry wanted to cut out his tongue. He wanted to choke himself. Anything to get his mouth to stop running. He looked around frantically, desperate for answers as to why he couldn't keep his mouth shut. The whole table was looking back at him with varied expressions.

"Way too much information," Flint said looking like he was going to vomit.

"You know Lucius would murder you for talking about his son like that!" Higgs added sharing a similar disgusted expression.

"Er- we better go everyone. We only had this room reserved until 10." Angelina interrupted attempting to break the awkwardness. The cake was finished and their plates disappeared on cue. Hermione ran to Harry's side as everyone began to gather their things and depart from the table.

"Harry, did someone spike your drink?" Hermione whispered to him concerned.

"What? I don't know. Nothing tasted funny…" he replied honestly. Now that he thought about it though, it made sense. Why else would his personal thoughts be spilling out of him like that?

"Veritaserum?" he asked her. She nodded grimly. It wasn't the first time someone had tried to slip him veritaserum but it was the first time he'd fallen for it. But he was among people he trusted (or so he thought). Who could have done this and why?

"Come on, we need to get you out of here," Cormac said, pulling Harry away protectively. He stayed by Harry's side as they exited the fancy restaurant through the front doors. As soon as they stepped out they were immediately bombarded by flashing cameras.

"Potter, can I have a word?" Rita Skeeter bustled up to him, breaking him and Cormac apart. "Care to tell us a little more about the blond we caught you with the other night? Are you truly in love with him?"

The answers were flying out of his mouth before he could even think about it, "His name is Draco Malfoy. No, I don't love him…though I would love to fuck him again," he felt sick as he attempted to swallow the words, keep them in, but they spilled out anyway. Skeeter's quick quotes quill was scribbling frantically, already distorting every word he said.

Pierre Benoit then cut into the fray, "'Arry 'ave you ever been in love before?" he asked pretentiously.

Harry tried to bite into his tongue but he was no match for the Veritaserum. The words once again burst out of him, "I was in love once before. With some idiot who was in the Auror program at the ministry. He thought he was straight except for when we were fucking, and during the day he didn't want to be seen with me," Harry wanted to scream. He was quite effectively ruining his own life. Several witches and wizards were scribbling frantically and he was certain there wasn't a gossip columnist in Britain that wouldn't publish something about this incident.

"So zat ees why you left the ministry?" Benoit said, he would be beaming, if the arrogant man were capable of doing such a thing.

"He's fucking married now! I couldn't live like that. I couldn't stay there and see his face every bloody day---"

Just then Hermione grabbed his arm, "Harry, Come on!!" she forcefully tugged him out of the swarm of reporters, and whisked him away midsentence. But the damage was already done.


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A/N: Uh-oh! I can see a scandal unfolding... *evil Skeeter grin* What do you think?

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