Harry Potter and the Demise of Dumbledore

Here you go, another chapter in the can! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially thrnbrooke, Vittani, and Scotty. We'll see Scotty, but is Fawkes the right match for Harry? IDK....



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Chapter 7: The Dragon's Den



When Harry looked around at his surroundings, it was like something out of a dream. All around him there were gorgeous people, dressed provocatively, multicolored lights were brightly flashing and a hypnotic beat was pumping through the atmosphere. Apparently whoever designed this place had drawn on the standards of muggle club design, although everything was magical, not electrical, and above the crowd high in the lofty ceiling was magical replica of a dragon that flew through the rafters and periodically would spurt flames or smoke above the crowd’s heads. For the first time since before Harry’s birthday, he found that he was not in the lead of what was happening, Draco was pulling him along to the bar by his hand, and Harry didn’t mind. “This place is wonderful!” Harry yelled above the din when he and Draco made it to the bar.



“Thanks, it took a lot of work to get it this way,” Draco said.



“It’s yours!!! No way, there hasn’t been enough time since the end of the war for you to get this place on its feet!”



“Your right about that! It took me ages to get my father to agree to give me to property so I could do it. I started working on it in the summer before fifth year, we didn’t get it open until the Solstice Hol’s either. This place was a wreck when we started, believe me!”



“What can I get for you Iceman?” Harry looked up when he heard the familiar voice behind the bar, then he recognized Oliver Wood, but just barely. He was a lot different than Harry remembered from school, his brown hair was buzzed off almost to nothings, and he was shirtless showing off his fine physique, and were those nipple rings?



“Oliver, I thought we agreed you would never call me that! But you can get Lord Potter and I two dry Stoli martinis to start.” Harry was putting the pieces together, Draco…Iceman, he started to grin at Draco, but that was a little too quickly as he soon heard his own Oliver Wood brand nickname.



“Lucky!! It can’t be, how ya been Harry?” Oliver said leaning across the bar to give Harry a quick hug.



“I’d be better if I could get that martini, but by all means, continue groping me at your leisure.” Harry’s dry wit came through, letting Oliver know he wasn’t happy with his trotting out of his old nickname. Oliver winked at them both, the went to make the drinks. When he came back with the drinks, he was grinning widely and insisted that the two “sexiest men” in the club go dance, it wouldn’t do to have them littering his bar and distracting the other patron from him he said.



So several hours and oddly colored shots Harry couldn’t remember the names to later, the found themselves in the V.I.P. section, “Not like this place needs one,” Harry thought. Harry had already figured out that Draco wasn’t the way he seemed in school over the last few days, but in his slightly inebriated state it really occurred to him just how much Draco had put on the line with a place like this so influenced by muggle culture, especially when his father was still alive. As if right on cue, Draco started talking to him, thoroughly breaking up his brooding. “So is this going to be a Lucky night for me?” Draco said drawing on Harry’s nickname from Oliver.



Harry gave him a wry smile as he answered, “That depends, will I get frostbite if it is?” Before Draco could respond Harry was devouring his lips. When they broke for air, some how Draco had ended up on Harry’s lap and Harry leaned up and spoke into his ear, “Umm, you taste good, like honey.” Draco groaned as Harry spoke feeling the dark haired man’s lips brush his ear. When they parted, they were surprised to hear the roar of applause that went up for their little show.



“Come on, lets dance,” Draco said pulling up a blushing Harry to his feet.



They were quite a sight to behold on the dance floor, their bodies moving erotically with the music and every once in a while they would share a brief kiss, almost as if to reassure themselves that the previous times hadn’t been a fluke. After about 45 minutes of very intense dancing they moved off the dance floor, and Draco said, “Do you mind if I go dance with Pansy and Millicent, they just got here.”



“No, go on, I’m gonna find Hermione, I saw here earlier.” Harry said.



When he found his friend, she was between Victor and another of his former Drumstrang class mates on one of the plush couches that littered the sides of the club and they were all taking turns making out with one another. When he got right beside them he let out a loud cough and said, “Herm, I never took you for one that was so into the group thing!”



Hermione seemed to have trouble formulating words at that precise moment, but Harry relived the tension, “Its fine with me, do your thing girl! Not to mention they’re both pretty hot in that whole eastern block kind of way.”



Hermione seemed to recover quickly enough and turned back to her boyfriend that were still kissing deeply, “Victor, let Anton up, I want to introduce him to someone.” Victor looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar when he and Anton stood up. “Thank you. Anton, this is my closet friend, Harry Potter. Harry, this is my boyfriend Anton.”



“A pleasure Lord Potter,” he said with a bow in perfect English.



“And you Lord Rolistav,” Harry said returning the courtesy, before drawing him and Victor into a crushing hug. “You two take care of her, understand?” When they nodded he gave them each a kiss on the cheek. When they parted Harry saw a jealous looking blonde approaching them, and before the rant could start, he snatched Draco up in his arms and snogged him thoroughly. “Are you ready to leave Drake? It’s a little hot in here, and I think some Ice could help cool me down,” Harry said in his most seductive voice when he put Draco back on the ground. “Bye Hermione! See you soon!” Harry yelled as Draco nearly drug out of the club.



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“You…(kiss) fucking…(kiss)…”



“Just shut up and close the door Draco! I don’t want some weirdo interrupting us!” Harry said as he removed the blonde’s shirt. With that accomplished, Harry went to work on the pink nipples adorning Draco’s now bare chest. Draco was moaning as Harry licked and sucked on his sensitive buds and only stopped Harry’s work so they could move into the bedroom. When they got there, Draco almost violently removed Harry’s clothes and shoved him down on the bed. He was returning the favor on Harry’s chest while slowly jacking his leaking member when Harry suddenly rolled him over. Now he was being kissed hotly while Harry undid his pants and slide them to the floor along with his own discarded clothes. It felt like a bolt of lightning had hit both men when their cocks made contact, and they both screamed out in ecstasy cumming harder than either could ever remember. Harry collapsed next to Draco breathing hard, and after a few minutes he recovered and was kissing Draco again with renewed passion.



Somehow they managed to go from the bedroom to the kitchen to the living room, and then back to the bedroom in a frenzy of kisses and sensual caresses. Draco was once again on his back with Harry hovering over him on his knees, his own legs wrapped around the Gryffindor’s waist. “Harry,” he panted, “I’ve never done this before.”



“Neither have I, do you want to stop?” Harry said trepidation in his voice.



“Only if you want to die a slow and painful death! Just go slow,” Draco said looking into Harry’s deep eyes. Harry nodded slowly and kissed Draco gently, lovingly while casting a wordless, wandless lubrication spell. He lined up his pulsing member at Draco’s virgin hole, and the blonde reached back to help guide him in. To his shock, there was no pain when Harry entered his body, only a sensation of being complete. Slowly Harry descended further and further into Draco keeping a keen eye on his expression for any sign of pain. When he bottomed out he looked at Draco for permission to continue, getting an eager nod he began to pull out. Before long they had built up a steady rhythm and all that could be heard was the sounds of deep moans and skin meeting skin. Sooner than either would have liked they both felt their climax approaching. Harry cried out Draco’s name as he felt the walls of the blonde’s ass contracting around his length and spilled his seed into him as Draco let loose a string of cuss words that sounded something like, “Fucking bloody sodding…Harry…shit shit, fuck!!!!!!!!!”



Neither noticed the white light that enveloped them, all they could see were the pools of the other’s eyes. The light dissipated quickly and Harry pulled out of Draco’s tight hole, leaving the other man feeling empty. Harry scooped Draco up in his arms and carried him lovingly to the loo. The shower seemed to respond automatically to their presence and set its self to the perfect temperature for the two men. Harry silently washed Draco’s perfect body, kissing each part as the suds washed away. When he finished, he stood face to face with his new lover and said, “Draco, I’ve never felt anything like I did just now, not ever. I’m not just talking about physically either, that part was amazing, but I mean I felt connected to you, like my soul was one with yours and vice versa. I hope this doesn’t sound too foreword, but I think I might love you Draco.”



“I know just what you mean, I felt the same way. It was more than I ever dreamed of. I think I might love you too Harry. It scares the shit out of me, but I don’t ever want to loose this feeling. I think Oliver was wrong, I’m the lucky one.” Draco said, the last bit lighting the mood considerably. Draco then returned the favor and washed Harry’s body with just as much care as he had been shown. When they stepped out of the shower they were both feeling very relaxed and content. They playfully dried each other with the plush towels in Draco’s bathroom, and donned dressing robes, before walking out into the bedroom. It seemed Draco’s house elf had cleaned up while they took their shower, and everything was in order. “Draco, do you mind if I step outside for a smoke? You can join me if you like.”



“Yeah, that sounds good, what are you smoking?” Draco said.



“Marlboro 27’s,” Harry said as he stepped out into the night air on the balcony. Draco and Harry shared a quick smoke before returning to the bed room. They were both feeling pretty tired, so they quickly brushed their teeth and crawled into bed, Harry holding Draco protectively in his arms.









TBC

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