Passion Playground

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Come to the Chudley Cannons celebratory dinner tonight and you may be privy to some very exclusive information. Be outside of Vercelli 's restaurant at ten and you'll find Potter in a rather sharing mood. Just be certain you ask the right questions...

Signed,

Anonymous

Pierre Benoit sat at his desk musing over the note he had received this past Thursday afternoon. The informant was exactly right. Whoever it was must have somehow managed to slip Potter veritaserum. Pierre had no idea how they did it, but they had saved him a lot of tedious work. Now all of London would know that Harry Potter was seeing the son of a Death Eater. If only so many others hadn't gotten wind of it...

He let out a deep sigh. All that was left to do was to find out the name of the straight man that Potter was running from and print the story before Skeeter could.


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"Draco, are you even listening to me?!"

Draco blinked and looked into the face of his girlfriend. He was standing in the sunroom with Pansy; it was one of his mother's favorite rooms in the manor. It was a bright Friday afternoon and the glass room was bathed in sunlight.

"Of course…" he drawled.

Pansy narrowed her deep brown eyes, her lips pursed so tightly that they were flushed an indecent red. She drew in a sharp breath and hissed, "So, you agree to my conditions then?"

Draco tried to remain perfectly upright and avoid succumbing to the weight of his shoulders slumping. "Yes… I agree."

Her eyes lit up and Draco could tell the Slytherin in her was very pleased.

"Good. I'm glad you agree that I know what's best for you. I don't want you to think of Passion Alley, Blaise Zabini, and -most of all- Harry Potter, ever again." She might as well have been speaking parseltongue for all the hissing her voice contained when she spoke Harry's name.

Draco shrugged and was grateful that she had forgone the idea of making an unbreakable vow. He was thinking of Potter at that very moment. He was thinking he hated Potter for exposing him. It was Potter's fault his name was in all of the papers, his fault Draco couldn't be in public without people waiting in the bushes to snap his photo, and it would be Potter's fault if his parents got wind of the gossip spreading wantonly throughout London. Yes, he hated Potter; it was far more convenient that way.

"When are your parents coming home?" Pansy asked. She scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist fingering the thin green cotton t-shirt that covered his torso. She was more at ease now that he was presumably all hers once again.

"They don't come back until Monday…" Draco said dully.

"Ooh," she smirked, "Now that I've forgiven you, do you want me to spend the weekend here? When your parents get back I can tell them that Potter was lying… and that you've been with me the whole week…"

Draco did not respond, instead he shrugged her off and went over to his mother's favorite seat and plopped down into it. He really wished Pansy wasn't so quick to forgive. He really had no intention of following any of her rules.

She didn't give up that easily. She made her way over to him and settled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She rested her forehead against his temple. "Can you believe Violet still isn't married?" she sighed against his ear. "Mother wonders if it's because she's fat…"

Draco rolled his eyes. She was always bringing up her sister or her mother. That's what it always came back to. She didn't want to end up unmarried like her sister or a disappointment to her mother.

"Pansy… Violet isn't fat… she's just mildly overweight," Draco scoffed.

"You don't have to be nice, Draco…" she smirked and unzipped his trousers, "You can be naughty sometimes…"

Draco became increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't want her anywhere near his cock. She slid a delicate hand underneath the waistband of his blue silky boxers and traced the head of his member. He squirmed.

"Pansy, don't…" he gasped.

She grinned wickedly and firmly wrapped her hand around the base, "I've done this several times before Drakey… don't be scared…" she cooed.

"Several times with whom?" Draco raised his eyebrows. Pansy grinned and remained tight lipped on the matter.

Just then a tawny owl settled on the perch outside of one of the large glass paneled windows. It pecked impatiently against the glass and Draco leapt up causing Pansy to tumble to the floor. She scowled up at him and he gave her a sheepish smirk, "There's an owl… out there…" he said apologetically.

"Of course," she said coolly, tenderly rubbing her behind.

He quickly attended to the owl, taking the letter and paying the bird. He was immediately relieved to see that it was not from his parents. He continued to hang onto the foolish hope that they remained clueless about the recent gossip. The return address was from Pensieve Hideaway where Harry stayed and Draco felt his heart suddenly leap excitedly in spite of him. He tore it open and swiftly read the note inside:

Draco,

I am sorry for what was printed in the papers and I think we have a lot to talk about. Please come see me. You can apparate directly beyond the gate of Pensieve Hideaway (the press are not allowed on the grounds). I will be home at 9 tonight. Just give your name to the front desk, they will be expecting you.

Harry

It was so simple and yet it made Draco anxious as hell. He folded it back up and slipped it into his pocket.

"Who was that from?" Pansy demanded sauntering towards him.

"Father," Draco lied quickly, "I think they might be coming home early. I probably shouldn't have anyone over when they return…"

Pansy's eyes widened, "So they probably read what was in the papers?" she gasped.

He nodded his head. Scary how easy it was to lie-- to himself, to her, to everybody.

"Okay… well… I'll go home then…owl me to let me know… er… what happens…I can come by and tell them Potter made it all up," she said.

"Okay…" he nodded. He was just happy he didn't have to resort to using the puking pastels this time.


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Draco stood in front of Potter's door. He took a deep breath and knocked loudly. He didn't hear any response and was just about to knock again when the heavy door opened abruptly. Harry stood there; his glasses were askew and his sloppy black hair looked as if it had recently been wet.

"Hi," Harry said softly, ushering Draco inside. Draco gave him a reproachful look and did not respond. He entered the elegant loft and slipped off his shoes. He noticed that there were newspapers and magazines scattered throughout the studio, on the counter, the table, the chairs, and even a couple on the floor.

Draco walked directly over to an empty chair at the glass dining room table and sat down. "Explain yourself, Potter," Draco demanded. Harry gave him a slow smirk, and shut the door.

"Draco, Draco, Draco…. I make one mistake and we're back on last name basis…" Harry walked over and settled down in a chair next to him.

"Potter," Draco purposely repeated his surname, "who said I wanted all of my business on page six?" he snapped.

"I'm sorry… you don't know how sorry I am," Harry said, and he sounded sincere.

"It doesn't look like you are. It seems like you're proud of your work… " Draco gestured to all of the papers that littered the apartment, "I knew you were a fame hungry monster."

Harry sighed, "I'm just trying to monitor the extent of the damage, that's all. So far no two articles have been completely consistent."

Draco stood up suddenly and threw up his hands in frustration, "Why did you have to use my name, Potter? Haven't you slept with millions of men? Why not pull one of their insignificant names out of your ass?"

"Veritaserum…Draco," Harry said bitterly, "Someone set me up. They slipped me veritaserum and called the press. At the moment all I could think about was you…that's why your name came up."

Draco felt his heart pounding faster. Harry had feelings for him after all. Blaise was wrong… Draco wasn't deluding himself.

Draco shook himself out of those thoughts and focused back on his anger, "Did you know that I tried to leave the house today to go to Gringotts and there were people there asking me if I was a death eater, or if I was a veela, or a vampire," he hissed. "Someone even asked me if I was 'you know who' reincarnated!!"

Harry bit back a grin and got to his feet as well, "It's crazy the way the truth can be twisted up… the press is really good at that."

"Why are you so fucking calm?!" Draco spat.

"Draco I've been through this several times before… if you lay low this stuff usually blows over… and people forget that it's a 'big deal.'"

Draco scowled and jutted out his bottom lip. His father wouldn't forget. Especially if he could find even a modicum of truth in Potter's implications that he'd fucked Draco. The idea of Lucius knowing made him sick.

"I hate you for doing this!" Draco snapped. Harry stepped in front of him and weaved his fingers into Draco's fine hair.

"I hate me too…" Harry murmured, brushing Draco's hair behind his ears.

Draco could feel his cheeks beginning to flush and he decided it was something he didn't want Harry to witness. He looked away from the brunet and walked towards the living room.

"Who was that guy you said you loved anyway? The one in the Auror program?" Draco inquired, because he knew it wasn't him like some of the articles claimed it was.

"I'm not--talking about that," Harry said firmly.

Draco turned around and gave him a curious glance, "Is it someone I know?"

Harry didn't respond. Instead he cornered Draco in the living room and grabbed the blond by the hand pulling him close and wrapping his toned arms around him.

"Mm… Harry…" Draco sighed as his nose was flooded with the scent of honey and cinnamon and spicy cologne, "did you just take a shower?"

"Yes…" Harry continued to embrace Draco. His thoughts were getting cloudy but he still had so many questions.

"Who gave you Veritaserum?" Draco asked.

"Don't know," Harry replied while he kissed Draco's neck softly. Draco was melting like butter against the heated body of the brunet.

"Harry?" Draco murmured with his eyes closed.

"Hm?" Harry asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," his words were muffled as he nibbled on the supple skin of Draco's neck.

"What about your rules?" Draco asked.

"Fuck them… I haven't had sex in so long…"

Draco somehow found the will to stumble out of Harry's strong, impossibly warm embrace.

"How long?" Draco asked, his chest was rising and falling dramatically.

"Well," Harry bit his plump bottom lip and thought about it, "I guess it's been a week… I was having all sorts of naughty dreams though…"

Draco felt the flush creeping back into his cheeks and he turned away again.

"Don't hide from me Draco… please… I want to see every expression on that pretty face when I'm with you…"

Draco continued to avoid looking at the brunet. He wanted to go out onto the dimly lit patio but he settled for sitting on one of the twin black leather sofas. Harry followed him and sat down closely beside him. He rested his elbow on the back of the couch and propped his head up on his palm, facing Draco. The blond sat staring straight ahead at the fireplace like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Have you ever had someone go down on you?" Harry asked. Harry seemed to enjoy torturing him.

Once again Draco's face flew into an even more feverish bout of blushing.

Harry gently turned Draco's face so that he was now staring into fully dilated emerald eyes.

Draco shook his head. What was the use of keeping secrets from Potter? Well at least sexual secrets…anyway.

A sly smirk spread across Harry's face and he slipped off of the couch languidly and got to his knees in front Draco. The blond watched Harry's every movement with his lips slightly parted in awe.

"Can I taste you Draco?" Harry asked eagerly.

Draco subconsciously licked his lips, "Okay…"

Harry excitedly undid the zip on Draco's trousers and Draco grew anxious. As far as he was concerned this was just another first. What if he reacted wrong or came too quickly and made a fool of himself?

It was like Harry read his mind, "Don't worry about how fast you come, Draco…I just want to taste it…" he hissed.

Draco shuddered at his words and Harry quickly tugged his pants and boxers down around his knees. The cool leather now embraced his bottom and his hardened cock was fully exposed to the brunet. Draco took several deep breaths. Harry traced circles around the inside of one of his thighs and Draco groaned.

"God, you're gorgeous…" Harry said softly. He kissed Draco's inner thigh tenderly, and made his way closer to his cock. Harry paused when he reached Draco's cock and he teased the tip with his tongue. Draco whimpered and his whole body shivered with lust.

"Relax…" Harry's hot breath ghosted against his member.

Harry opened his mouth wide and enveloped Draco fully inside of the hot wet cavern. Draco cried out stridently. His chest heaved and his body began to writhe and jerk unnaturally. Harry's mop of black hair bobbed up and down over the length of his cock.

"FUCK! Harry!! Fuck…fuck…fuck…" Draco screamed as the pace began to increase. He found his hands gripping the couch. His finger nails dug into the leather. "Harry!!" Draco was pulling away and he felt his hips beginning to thrust upwards to match Harry's pace. Harry moaned against his cock but did not stop sucking it. Draco was in awe, he couldn't understand how Harry could practically swallow him whole with every single bob. Unless he had a way to keep from gagging…

Harry's tongue was now rolling over the length of his cock. Teasing at every little crevice. Harry let his fingers slide teasingly over Draco's balls. "Harry!!" Draco cried again, "Oh fuck…" his head fell back and he thrust his hips up into Harry's mouth rapidly.

He was coming. He could feel it. He was coming… so fast… he was coming. He was coming inside of something warm, hot and wet and he was coming… so hard. Harder than ever. So much more than ever… he was coming and Harry was swallowing and waiting for more… and swallowing again and still more…one more swallow until he was filled with everything Draco had…

Draco's body was covered in sweat and his eyes were watering from the intensity of his orgasm. He covered his face and squirmed, panting heavily.

"Mm, come here…" Harry said; his voice was raspy. Draco continued to hide, wiping away the wetness in his eyes.

"Come here," Harry repeated firmly and he pulled the blond close smashing their lips together.

Draco could taste himself all over Harry's lips -and maybe he was filthy or dirty or something- but he liked it. He found himself searching Harry's mouth eagerly for more.

Harry settled on the couch next to him, never relinquishing the kiss. He began pulling at Draco's blond hair. Draco daringly placed a hand into Harry's lap and felt the heat of his fully erect cock. He pulled his hand away and gasped against Harry's lips.

Harry interrupted the kiss and grinned against Draco's chin. "See how hard you get me?" Harry purred.

Draco nodded as Harry reached up and caressed his flush stained cheeks.

"D-do you want me to s-suck on it?" Draco stammered, still breathing hard.

"I want you to sit on it… and make that body do all the things it did against the pole at The Dragon's Lair…"

Draco gave Harry a wicked grin, "I think I could do that."

Just then, there came a loud knock on the door. "Fuck," Harry grumbled, "Stay there. If it's Ron I'm going to kill him…"

Draco settled against the sofa. He pulled up his trousers despite the fact that he was beginning to feel his cock harden again.

"Cormac, it is so not a good time," Draco heard Harry saying at the door.

"Nonsense, Harry! Since you're home, alone -avoiding the paparazzi- on a Friday night, I figured now would be the perfect time to go over strategy for the next game. I have some inside information for you on the seeker from the Wimbourne Wasps. You do want to be top seeded in Britain don't you?" Mclaggen queried.

"Cormac, I was kinda in the middle of something…" Harry replied.

"You don't have somebody over do you? I thought you didn't bring tricks back to your flat…" the sound of Mclaggen's voice grew louder.

Draco peered over the back of the sofa and saw the curly haired blond enter the loft.

Mclaggen spotted Draco and his blue eyes darkened immediately.

"What is he doing here Harry?" Mclaggen growled.

Harry licked his lips and approached Draco, "I was just apologizing for what I said under the influence of veritaserum… and then I gave him an orgasm…" Harry leaned down to kiss Draco's lips.

"What the hell?! Are you two together now?" Mclaggen demanded.

Harry bit down gently on Draco's bottom lip and traced his tongue against it.

"Of course not, it's just practice, right Draco?" Harry grinned, turning to glance at Mclaggen.

"No," Draco smirked, shaking his head, "we are together, and he's in love with me…"

Mclaggen's nostrils flared up.

"If lust is love… nowadays," Harry snapped, rolling his eyes.

"Get him out of here Harry! He's been nothing but a distraction from day one…" Mclaggen raged. For just being a team manager he was quite nauseatingly possessive of Harry.

"I don't want to go…" Draco snapped glaring at the other blond.

"Too bad Malfoy! You--you slut! Get the hell out!" Mclaggen hissed.

"No! How about you get the hell out and let me and Harry finish," Draco retorted coldly.

Harry sighed and directed Draco's gaze back to his, "We can finish this later okay? I'm gonna let you put those pretty pink lips all over me."

All of what Harry said was muffled due to frequent kisses planted on Draco's lips.

"Are you gonna fuck him instead?" Draco snapped jealously.

Harry chuckled and shook his head, "no, this is strictly business."

Draco sought out Harry's lips again; his stomach was turning over madly with butterflies.

"Harry you can't be serious! You are not going to fuck him again" Mclaggen growled. Harry didn'respond.

Draco got to his feet and smirked at Mclaggen as he walked past him. The taller blond lunged at him and Draco jumped nervously.

Mclaggen smiled, "still a gutless little prick I see…"

Draco slipped on his shoes and gave him the finger before exiting the loft and disappearing onto the lift.


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Draco was craving ice cream when he apparated just outside of the manor. He was in an amazing mood and did not mind when a photographer called to him from just outside of the wards. He sauntered up the walk peacefully, thinking about Harry. All about Harry. He looked up at his home and paused when he noticed several lights on. His whole body tensed. His heart ballooned up and burst sending a cold rush of blood throughout his entire body.

There was only one logical explanation for the lights in the manor. Lucius and Narcissa had returned.


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A/N: Oh no!!! Looks like Draco's totally screwed...

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The boys have left Passion Alley for a moment but they will return in the next couple of chappies we promise, just have to include a bit of sex and a bit of angst... sigh. Lol!

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