Not Your Usual Love Story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from the Potter canon. Any OCs are mine, as is the story portrayed herein. Anything copyrighted to the name of JK Rowling or and of her publishers have simply been borrowed. I make no money from this story or any of my others.

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The Gryffindor boys and Hermione found themselves seated round what was now little more than a flicker in the fireplace. It was two in the morning and they had been talking and drinking for hours. After Molly Weasley’s letter, Harry and Draco had tucked into one of the bottles of fire whiskey with abandon, ecstatic that everyone was pleased for them. It would have been a big issue for them if someone close to either of them had been against their relationship. For once in his life, Draco was glad his parents weren’t around to tell him what to do. They never would have approved.

At about three in the morning, Hermione and Ron gave up trying to stay awake and, with a chaste kiss on the lips goodnight, and a hug for the others; they separated and headed up to their different dormitories. Neville and Seamus followed soon after, leaving Harry and Draco curled up on the sofa together, soaking up the last dregs of the fire whiskey and basking in the remains of the fire. Harry snuggled into Draco’s arms, warm, safe, and happier than he thought he had ever been in his whole life. It was bliss to be with someone whom he liked the way he liked Draco, and whom he knew liked him too.

“You alright, Potter?” asked Draco softly, curling his fingers around Harry’s and squeezing. He was one of those boys who needed constant reassurance that whomever he was with was happy and secure.

“Yes. I have been all night; I think it would have to take the rise of a new Dark Lord to wipe this smile off my face. I can’t believe we get to be together. I can’t believe people are O.K. with us being together.”

His boyfriend laughed as Harry squeezed back, the little bit of contact in their fingers sending out mutual flickers of desire. Harry felt Draco hardening behind him, and shifted backwards slightly, pushing against him. The blonde shifted, seemingly a little uncomfortable.

“I can’t believe everyone in your fricking house, and mine too, had bets going on us getting together. Bloody Fred and George. They’re so going to get shat on from a great height when they come to pay up.”

“Draco, if I tell you something I’ve done, do you promise not to shout at me?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“Two things actually.”

“For fuck’s sake. Yeah, what is it? Ooh, how exciting!” Draco exclaimed the last bit in the gayest voice he could possibly muster, and tossed his hair in the air as he did so. Harry rolled his eyes.

“O.K. the first thing is that when we went up to unpack earlier, when you weren’t looking, I umm, put up permanent silencing charms around my bed.”

“Why the hell would I be angry about that? It’s fantastic! You dirty biatch.”

“The other thing, is that I umm, may or may not have just won 50 galleons from Fred and George.”

There was a painful silence. Draco suddenly looked like he might have been about to explode.

“Fuck off. Doesn’t look like you’re going to need those silencing charms tonight, does it?’ He snarled. ‘So, are you just using me?” He was incensed; he stood up and pushed Harry away as he moved towards him. “I’m in your fucking house now you absolute arse. Was getting me shifted from Slytherin part of some ploy? Am I actually just a means for everyone in the fucking school making loads of galleons off of Fred and George bloody Weasley? Potter, you bastard!”

Harry stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around Draco.

“Fucking get off me you bastard!’ Draco spat, writhing. ‘I don’t like you very much right now.”

“Draco, you promised not to shout at me,” He whispered into the shell of Draco’s ear, sending a shiver down the other boy’s spine.

“Don’t do that! Get off me!”

The blonde pulled violently, trying to get away from Harry. He felt utterly betrayed, and right now, wanted to run all the way back down to the dungeons and his Slytherin friends. This wasn’t fair! He felt so much, and he felt so used.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier, at the party? You had such a perfect opportunity to tell me, when everyone was laughing about it. Why leave it till now when we’re curled up together and I’m well on the way to being totally, completely happy? Why, Harry?”

“Cause I didn’t want to tell you in front of everyone. I didn’t ever want to tell you that if we ever got married, I’d win enough to pay for the wedding.”

For a moment, Draco’s eyes lit up

“Reeeally?”

“Yeah.” Harry pulled away, shrugging dramatically. “But who says we’re going to get married? Not if you stay in this kind of mood, that’s for sure. I think the thing is that because the odds were so long, I only put two galleons on it because I never wanted to lose all my money – but it was so unlikely…does that make sense?”

Harry was smiling now. He knew from the tiny smile beginning to bloom in Draco’s silvery-grey eyes that he was forgiven.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Well, you know. Maybe I can forgive this ‘transgression’, if you’re a really good boy Harry.”

He reached out and touched Harry’s hip through his trousers, feeling the thin layer of muscle covering the bone through the fabric.

Harry moved forwards so fast Draco didn’t see him move, until he was wrapped around the blonde, his arms tight around Draco’s waist and his head buried in his boyfriend’s hair. He kissed Draco’s neck at the nape and felt the other boy fasten his arms tightly around his waist.

Draco gently pressed his lips down on Harry’s as he wrapped his arms tighter around his lover. Harry moaned, and Draco pushed against him as he felt the vibrations from the brunette’s lips on his own.

“Can’t stand up. My legs have gone wobbly,” whispered Harry meekly, once again using his breath to tickle Draco’s ear lobe. He then caught it in his mouth and sucked gently, causing Draco’s legs to do the same as his.

They collapsed very ungracefully onto the couch where they had spent most of the evening, and within a few heated moments, Harry was straddling Draco, and making his way through the buttons on his shirt.

“Harry. Oh God Harry.” Draco was aroused to the point of being incoherent as Harry’s lips made their way onto his neck. His neck had always been a particular weak spot, and Harry seemed to have worked this out, even after only a night and a day spent together. He was spending torturously long seconds kissing, suckling and biting as the pale skin which skated over the blonde’s softly raised collar bones.

Draco could feel that Harry was marking him as he made his way down his neck, and he didn’t care. This was one man who could mark him as his everyday for the rest of his life if he so desired and Draco would show his branding with pride.

The blonde let out a strangled gasp as Harry pulled his shirt off his shoulders and took a raised pink nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Harry lavished attention on Draco’s nipples, another erogenous zone it seemed as Draco writhed under him.

Draco felt Harry laugh, felt the gentle rumble of his lungs against his chest, and the puff of air on his over sensitised nipple

“What, Harry?” he managed to get out as Harry turned his head up towards him. Harry looked deep into his eyes, smirking.

“What ‘what’, Draco?”

“Why are you laughing? Not that it’s not a good thing.”

“We had a bet last night Draco, do you remember?”

“The bet we made before you coated me in Tequila and then sucked me off, making me lose the ‘bet’ and then LEFT me?”

Harry realised that reminding Draco of how much of a cock he had been probably wasn’t a good idea if he wanted to get laid tonight. The blonde had yelled at him once already this evening and he had no desire to repeat the experience.

“Yeah” replied Harry, resting his head on Draco’s chest. “That bet. What’s your view on double or nothing?”

“That you can make me come screaming your name, again?” Draco was back to his assured, confident self, and knew that he could win this.

“Yeah, of course. What? We made other bets than that?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t shouting ‘Dumbledore’ or something.” Draco giggled.

“So, Draco”, drawled Harry, in a passable impression of the blonde himself. “What do I get if I win this, again?”

“Apart from me coming all over you?”

“Apart from that.”

“I’ll tell Snape that I bottom.”

“You bottom?” An evil smile lit up Harry’s features.

“Shit.” Draco blushed. “Yeah, on the whole. If you win, I’ll tell him. If I win, you have to tell, umm, Molly Weasley.” He giggled again.

Harry suddenly darted forwards and placed his lips dangerously close to Draco’s.

“Bastard. I’d better win then.”

He kissed Draco with everything he had in him, and for a tiny moment, Draco understood what the Dementor’s kiss must feel like, to have one’s soul sucked out through your mouth. But this, this had passion with it. And he was pretty sure that a Dementor rarely kissed someone while grinding its hard-on into their leg.

Harry was lying on top of Draco, one of his legs in between the blondes, which were spread. Their rock hard erections were touching through the fabric of their trousers.

“Way too much clothing,” hissed Draco into Harry’s mouth as they broke apart for breath, and instantly he felt Harry’s hand on his fly.

“Fuck that,” said Harry after a moment of fighting with the button of Draco’s trousers. He picked up his wand from the floor where it had fallen out of his robes, and banished all of both their outfits to the other side of the room. At the same time, he summoned his invisibility cloak from his trunk. Draco looked curious, and Harry whispered “Just in case.”

He looked down at Draco’s body, his smooth chest, with only a tiny dusting of blonde hairs leading down to the cluster of curls in which nestled his erection.

“My God, how beautiful are you?” he asked, speaking in a tone which was close to reverent.

Draco was doing the same to Harry, running his eyes up and down his body, appreciating what he yearned so much. Appreciating what was finally his, what he knew he could have tonight.

“Not as beautiful as you, Potter. You just made my half of this bet very, very hard.”

Harry kissed Draco again, once more full of passion, but this time, with ten million times more touching involved. His hands were under Draco, cupping his ass and squeezing on it, making the blonde moan into his mouth.

“Come on, Draco, show me you want me,” he demanded, his voice harsh with the lust he was trying to hold back.

He looked deep into those normally silver eyes, and saw only a tiny ring of silver round the back pit of the pupil, which showed how incredibly aroused Draco was. Harry had a sneaking suspicion his own eyes would look the same to Draco.

Harry lowered his body down Draco’s and swiftly took the head of his boyfriends erection into his mouth, he twirled his tongue around the head a couple of times and then swallowed down as much as he could, causing Draco to grab onto his hair and begin to desperately fuck into his mouth.

Draco let out a desperate moan.

With Harry’s hand pumping on the bottom of his cock in time with his own thrusts into his boyfriends mouth, it wasn’t long until Harry got his desire.

“Ah….Harry, more, please.”

Draco felt the vibrations of Harry’s laughter around his cock, which sent him soaring off the edge in the hardest orgasm he’d ever had.

He screamed -

“HARRY!”

Draco clutched onto Harry’s head once again as his brunette lover swallowed every drop of his seed. One last frantic thrust into Harry’s mouth and Draco collapsed back onto the sofa, completely spent.

Harry curled up next to him, head on his shoulder.

“I win,” He cooed, smirking.

“Shitfuckbollocks!” spat Draco. “Oh well. Severus will probably have a bet on that too.”

Draco slid out from under Harry, and took his boyfriend’s erection in his hand, grasping just hard enough around the base. Harry let out a gasp, and kissed Draco hard, tongues duelling, hands flying over silky, sweat-soaked skin as Draco’s hand flew up and down, bringing Harry to the edge and back again over and over.

It took only a minute until Harry was lying weak in Draco’s arms, completely spent.

“’Night beautiful” whispered Draco into Harry’s ear as the brunette’s eyes fell shut.

“Goodnight. Thanks.” Harry pressed his lips to Draco’s in one more searing kiss, and then pulled him close as Draco also fell into a deep, satisfied slumber.

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Ron fell on the floor laughing when he wandered down to the common room early on the first day of term looking for the box with the hangover potions in. Harry and Draco were on the sofa, but all he could see was their heads. He walked closer to them, and realized from the toes he could see poking off the end of the sofa that they were under Harry’s invisibility cloak. He found the box behind the sofa, and gently shook what he hoped was Harry’s shoulder under the cloak. He figured they didn’t deserve for the younger members of Hogwarts to find out about them in this way.

Harry made what Ron interpreted as an irritated, hung-over, squeaking noise. He reached out blindly and took one of the hang-over recovery potions from Ron’s hand. A few minutes later, the colour returned to his cheeks. He took another potion and rested it on his knee for Draco to have when he woke up.

“You alright mate? You look like death warmed up.” That was Ron, always honest and blunt.

“I feel like shit,” confessed Harry. “What a way to start the last year of school.” He groaned.

“What?” Interrupted Draco in a ridiculously cheerful tone. “Lying next to me?!”

Unprepared for Draco to be awake, Harry jumped a mile in the air.

“Hw the fuck are you awake? And not hung-over? Please tell me you’re not one of those irritatingly cheerful ‘morning’ people?”

The look on Draco’s face told Harry all he needed to know. Draco was most definitely one of those irritatingly cheerful ‘morning’ people. Harry glared at him hatefully, taking the other hang-over potion in one gulp and felt his headache and nausea finally subside.


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