Passion Playground

Narcissa nearly spit her morning coffee all over the copy of The Daily Prophet that Lucius shoved in front of her. She began coughing as some of the liquid escaped down the wrong pipe.

"Just in case you were wondering what your son is up to alone in the manor…" Lucius growled. His eyes were a menacing shade of icy grey.

Narcissa quickly composed herself, trying to stave off the nausea that was building in the pit of her stomach. She calmly glanced down at a picture of her son intimately pinned against the body of Harry Potter. Potter was apparently whispering something in Draco's ear to which Draco responded by smiling serenely. She was disgusted to see him so close to her son. Sure, Potter had testified on behalf of her entire family and she was grateful to him. But Potter had earned himself a rotten reputation after the war and she knew what it meant to see her son cradled against him. She quickly averted her gaze from the photograph and read the headline beneath.

Harry Potter and his latest conquest, Draco Malfoy, intimate details of their budding relationship on page six.

Narcissa let out a sharp hiss.

"And you said I shouldn't worry about him, Lucius," she snapped, glaring at her husband.

His lips curled into a sneer. "You know Narcissa, somehow I'm not surprised," Lucius said darkly, "he's always been soft and he's afraid of everything-- except running his mouth."

Narcissa glared at her husband, "So what if he's a little fragile? That doesn't mean he's gay.If that's what you're hinting at." She refused to believe that her son could be--like that.

But the photo in front of her blatantly contradicted her belief. She shuddered and tossed The Prophet aside.

"This is humiliating. The Parkinson's must be mortified," she muttered, "He's obviously acting out because he wants our attention." She was positive that she could fix him.

"Yes, Draco just needs more attention," Lucius sneered sarcastically and added, "Let's put our lives on hold once again so that you can coddle him. That way he'll never grow up and you can be happy."

She gave her husband a resentful glare. "Lucius, just let me handle this."

He turned to a waiting house elf, "Send Draco down here now!" he demanded.

"Yes, Master Malfoy." The houself bowed deeply and disappeared with a loud pop.

"Fine, Narcissa," Lucius said defiantly, returning her glare, "Handle it."
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Draco looked from his mother to his father and then to the revealing photograph on the dining room table between them. They were both silent. His father's eyes were dark but otherwise unreadable. He avoided his father's penetrating gaze and instead focused on his mother. She was tense sitting stiffly upright in the high-backed dining room chair. Draco padded his sweaty hands on his trousers and took a deep breath.

"Can I explain myself?" he asked.

"Please do," his father said coldly but his mother placed a firm hand on Lucius' arm to silence him.

She then turned to Draco with a gentle nod, "you may speak."

"I only went to Passion Alley with Blaise one time," he blurted, "and Potter was there. He tried to come on to me and he forced me to kiss him but that was it-- I'm not--I didn't do anything else," Draco lied and he hoped it was convincing.

Narcissa let out a soft sigh of relief, "You see, Lucius? It was all just a huge misunderstanding.
He's not gay," she said quickly. It was almost as if she was as desperate to believe his lie as he was.

Lucius narrowed his eyes and a furious flush seeped into his cheeks. He didn't appear to buy Draco's story for one minute. Thankfully, his mother's presence kept Lucius relatively calm. His father quirked and eyebrow, "You're not gay?" he hissed out through gritted teeth.

Draco clutched at his knees nervously, and looked down at the elegant patterned, tablecloth, "N-no father. I'm not gay. Potter was upset that I turned him down and he was just trying to ruin my reputation."

Draco was shamelessly lying but he didn't have a choice. He was protecting his parents because the truth would mortify them. He was also protecting himself.

"Well that was a wicked thing for Potter to do, spreading lies like that," Narcissa said coldly. "Luckily you'll never have the misfortune of seeing him again."

Draco's stomach pained him in response to her statement. He'd already destroyed his 'relationship' with Potter, if one could even call it that. He was certain he'd never see the brunet again and the idea made him inexplicably queasy. He wished he'd never given Harry his virginity. That way he would never have known what Harry felt like.

Narcissa crumpled up the copy of The Prophet and began speaking again. "Your father and I are concerned that maybe you're not getting enough attention… so we will be in London all month to make sure that you don't get into anymore trouble."

Draco nodded curtly.

"And we know that you were only a victim in this tabloid fiasco but we want to review the rules with you anyway. Just to remind you of what is expected and what is appropriate," Narcissa continued.

"Yes mother."

Draco was from a family that was steeped in tradition and the rules were very clear. He needed to marry a woman in order to receive his inheritance; it didn't matter whether he was in love with that woman or not. And if Harry thought that Draco would be willing to give up his inheritance for the possibility of a blow job once a week, then he obviously didn't know Draco very well.

"You are dismissed for now," Narcissa said getting to her feet. Draco nearly leapt out of his chair as his nerves began to dissipate. They hadn't been too hard on him for mucking up the Malfoy name once again, but then again he'd completely explained away his own guilt. His mother disappeared into the kitchen and only he and his father remained. Draco eagerly paced towards the door to the hallway when his father's cold voice sounded.

"Sit down, Draco," Lucius commanded.

Draco paused and the nerves returned only this time they were doubled. He took several steps backwards and settled into the high-backed chair he'd just vacated. "Yes, father?"

Lucius leaned inwards resting his folded arms on the table in front of him. His long blond hair fell forward and grazed his shoulders. His piercing gaze was unavoidable.

"Draco, I know you're not one to tell the truth when it doesn't suit you…" Lucius began, his voice was so soft and baleful that Draco had to strain to hear him. "I have agreed to do things your mother's way. But rest assured that if her methods are not as productive as she intends for them to be, then we will be handling things my way. Do you understand?"

Once again his father's expression was cold but there was something else there. Something Draco couldn't decipher.

He swallowed thickly and nodded his head. "Yes, father."

"Good. You are excused."
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Draco was going mad.

His mother's solution to his 'nonexistent problem' was--imprisonment. At least that's what it felt like. She claimed that she was just trying to guide him but it definitely felt like she was trying to control his every movement. Even more than before.

Everywhere he went in his home his mother was around the corner waiting to greet him. She would ask him how he was feeling, if he was okay, if he wanted to talk. In addition, she was taking more control over his relationship with Pansy. She'd invited his girlfriend and her family over to dinner every night this week. All they talked about was the impending wedding.

To make matters worse Harry had been haunting his dreams to the point where Draco hadn't gotten more than ten hours of sleep the entire week. They were all so vivid. Some nights he woke up because he was certain he could feel Harry inside of him.

All the papers were reporting that the Chudley Canon's had won their final match in Britain's Quidditch tournament. The match had lasted a full 24 hours and, after they'd won, Draco was bombarded by photographs of Potter in that uniform. He was uncomfortably hard all the time and his constant arousal had finally driven him out his mind. He was no longer thinking with his brain and, therefore, not concerned about his mother's rules.

He wanted Harry. He was completely under Harry’s spell. He needed the brunet and he knew exactly where to find him.
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Draco tip toed out of his bedroom, checking the hallways for any sign of his mother. Once he was certain the hall was clear, he quickly approached the winding staircase and sped down the stairs soundlessly. He hurried into the drawing room and quietly shut the door behind him. He could only hope that Blaise was still at home.

"Draco? Long time no see. How's the wife?" Blaise smirked from within the fire.

"Shh," Draco hissed looking behind him to make sure he was still alone. "Are you busy? Can I come over?" Draco asked.

Blaise was trying to peak behind him, "Are you hiding from mummy and daddy dearest?" It was impossible for him to take anything seriously.

"No, I just need to get out of the manor," Draco snapped and added, "quickly!" His heart skipped a beat when he thought he heard a creaking noise directly above him.

"Alright, alright you demanding little prick, you can come over," Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Good." Draco hurriedly grabbed the container of floo powder that rested atop the fire place and tossed some into the flames. He was tumbling into Blaise's flat just moments later.

Blaise gazed at him amusedly.

"Well, let's go out," Draco said, standing and dusting extra soot off of his pajamas. "Got anything for me to wear?"
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Passion Alley was as vibrant as Draco remembered it. People were out in droves celebrating the Canon's victory and the end of the Quidditch season. Canons fans dressed in orange and yellow beaming victoriously. Supporters of the other teams were ceremoniously dressed in all black for the occasion but their moods hardly reflected their choice in clothing.

The streets were packed with vendors and paparazzi and there were long lines in front of every major club. Popular gay quidditch stars were posing for photos and signing autographs for fans. The place was so busy that no one recognized Draco from the tabloids even before he concealed himself in a disillusionment charm.

"Here comes Pucey," Blaise said loudly. Draco followed Zabini's gaze and sure enough Adrian walked through the crowd and sidled up next to them.

"Hey guys! Where are we going tonight?" Adrian asked, looking at Blaise. He was having trouble making out Draco's form which was blending into the surroundings.

"Where is Potter?" Draco asked, biting his lip hopefully.

Blaise scoffed and Adrian laughed.

"Good god, you have a one track mind. Does no one else interest you?" Adrian asked.

"No," Draco shook his head.

"Fine," Adrian pouted, "You're so lucky that I know practically everyone who runs this place…follow me…"

Adrian led them to an intimate club called The Black Room. Draco took off the charm and looked around. The club name was no misnomer. Once they entered the main room Draco couldn't see anything but black, no light whatsoever penetrated. It felt like the room was bathed in Peruvian Instant
Darkness Powder. Draco was becoming frantic because he could hear people talking and music playing but he couldn't see a damn thing. Adrian muttered something in the darkness and Draco could feel a cool sensation pool around his eyes. Suddenly everything was clear.

The room was decent sized, filled with men a majority of them were wearing business robes. They were seated at small tables that littered the room. It was set up like a classy restaurant so Draco gasped loudly when he looked at the stage and saw several men in various states of undress.

All tall, slender, feminine, and… impossibly beautiful…

Draco's jaw dropped.

"Strippers?" he choked out.

"Isn't this great?" Adrian shouted in his ear. "They're veela. They dance in The Black Room because most men would go crazy if they could see a pure veela-male's beauty in natural light."

Draco shook his head miserably, "Gay veela? If Harry can get one of them I'm fucked…"

"Don't worry mate. Veela will tease you mercilessly but they only date other veela," Blaise grinned.

"And speaking of Potter, he's in one of the private suites," Adrian pointed. Draco didn't ask how his friend knew this but he was grateful that he did.

He followed Adrian to the back of the club where there were several rooms that looked like high-end bathroom stalls. Adrian whispered something to the bouncer that monitored the area and the man nodded. He walked to a specific stall and knocked beckoning Draco to follow him. When Draco approached, Harry stood in the doorway his eyes widened in shock for only a moment before he narrowed them and said, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Can I come in?" Draco asked, suddenly anxious. Harry was alone, save for a veela stripper, in a square room that was much larger than it appeared from the outside. He gave Draco a wary look but stepped aside so that Draco could enter. Once inside, the loudness of the club was completely drowned out. There was only soft music playing in the background. The walls were covered in black vinyl and there was a large red leather sofa with a round coffee table directly in front of it.

Harry was oddly beautiful in the strange pale light of the room. His raven hair looked blacker than usual and his already tan skin was an even deeper shade of delicious bronze. Draco could feel himself begin to harden.

"I see you're still stalking me…" Harry said coolly. He closed the door behind Draco and walked past him sitting on the sofa.

Draco licked his lips and took a deep, steadying breath. "Will you make that man leave? We need to talk, Harry," Draco said, though talking was the last thing on his mind.

"Well talk, Draco. I still have thirty minutes, so I'm going to enjoy my striptease," Harry snapped.

The man was half naked already and he moved his slender form enchantingly to the soft music.

"I'm a better dancer," Draco spat bitterly.

Harry snorted and continued to watch the stripper. Draco scooted closer and wrapped his arms around
Harry's neck. Harry firmly removed them.

Draco scowled and sat on top of his hands so he wouldn't be tempted to do the same thing again.

The stripper stepped closer so that he was right in front of Harry. His body was pale and shimmering with pure masculine perfection. Draco couldn't help but be momentarily taken by the man's beauty but he quickly snapped out of it when the stripper stepped back again. Harry let his tongue slide over his lips as he gazed lustfully at the veela man.

"I think you should apologize for kicking me out the other day," Draco began. His lust was rapidly giving way to jealousy and anger.

Harry laughed, "You know, you are really something Draco Malfoy," his voice was incredulous, "Why should I apologize to you?"

"Because I didn't do anything wrong," Draco said, his voice petulant. "You have sex with every man you meet and I've never said anything but then you have the audacity to tell me that I'm wrong for having a girlfriend!"

"You're not wrong, Draco. You're just wrong for me," Harry said, "I don't fuck married men or men with girlfriends, if I can help it, and that's one rule even you can't get me to break."

"Why?" Draco pried, "because you had your heart broken once by a straight man?"

"None of your goddamn business Malfoy! You have no right to even mention that. I bet you've never even been in one serious relationship in your whole fucking life."

That stung but Harry was right. His experience with men, sex, and relationships vastly outweighed Draco's own. Draco found himself struggling to keep up with Harry's prowess when it came to these things. He had never felt closeness or intimacy or love until--

"Well, I want to be—serious," Draco mumbled looking down at his lap, "but I have to get married. I don't have a choice. Where will I go if I don't have any money? What will I do? I can't be--poor!"

"Really, Draco? You need to grow up and I think you should leave," Harry said coldly.

"Well it's true! I don't know how to do anything else. I've never worked. I don't know what skills I have. You do everything perfectly! The only reason I've done well is because my father has money-- at least that's what he tells me," Draco sulked. He found he couldn't meet Harry's eyes.

"You can find a job. Start small and develop your skills. People do it every day you know," Harry snapped.

"I guess," Draco shrugged halfheartedly.

"I know it's cliché but all the money in the world won't mean anything if you're miserable."

"Well sex is the same way," Draco interjected, "It can make you miserable if you're not with someone that you love," he shuddered and thought of a lifetime with Pansy.

"I'm around people that I love all the time. I love Hermione, Ron, the whole Weasley family, Teddy, and Andromeda. And-- on top of that-- I get to have great sex nearly every night."

Draco slumped at the thought of Harry in bed with other men. "Brilliant, Potter, but you know what I mean when I say love."

Harry ignored him to stare at the man who was now fully nude in front of them.

Draco bit his lip anxiously. "Harry, I can't leave Pansy if you won't give me a chance. I can't leave my parents. Or my life. Unless you say you'll give me a chance." He couldn't believe he was saying it and he was terrified that he actually meant it.

"Don't abandon your life for me, Draco; because I'm telling you right now that I do not love you. You're a gorgeous walking wet dream and I'd love to fuck you again but it's pure lust.
There are plenty of men out there who don't mind fucking a married man."

"But-- I don't want them. I want you." Draco groaned. His stomach was in knots.

"Draco," Harry sighed, turning to look at him, "go have another sexual experience and-- if you still want me--then break up with your girlfriend and maybe I'll consider it," Harry's emerald eyes were dimmed in the lighting but Draco could tell that they were dilated.

"I don't want Pansy and I don't want anybody else so don't tell me maybe. Let me stay with you… I want you." Draco boldly stroked Harry's erect cock. The heat there made Draco's cock twitch in anticipation. Harry let out a gasp and gazed into his eyes. He reached for Draco's wrist and-- for a moment-- Draco thought he might slap it away. Instead, Harry guided Draco's hand over the bulge.

Draco bit his lip and watched as Harry was inundated with pleasure. What had they been discussing before?

Draco wasn't too sure and Harry didn't appear to be concerned about it either.

"Mm… come sit on my lap…" Harry's voice was foreign with lust.

"Me?" Draco gasped.

Harry nodded and Draco obliged. He could feel Harry's hardness pressing firmly against his back. The stripper didn't seem to mind, he still had 10 more minutes on the clock.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and unzipped his trousers.

"Show me how you dance Draco…" Harry whispered, "Move that bottom over my cock…"

Draco gasped and began to wind his body-- slowly.

There was a sharp knock at the door and Draco jumped, but Harry held him still.

"Mr. Potter there are some people here who wish to speak with you," the bouncer called.

"Make them go away!" Harry called back. He slid his fingers beneath the waist band of Draco's boxers and gripped his cock. Draco squirmed.

"Don't sit still, grind on me Draco…" Harry hissed. When the bouncer didn't respond, Draco continued to move.

Harry groaned, "Mm, I'm gonna fuck you…"

"N-now?" Draco paused, "While- mm- while he's watching?" He gasped as Harry's deft fingers continued to explore his body. Draco was wary of the idea of public sex, because he wasn't good at sex yet.

"Yes. He doesn't mind it."

There was another loud wrap at the door.

"What?!" Harry called exasperated.

"They insist that they speak with you now, Mr. Potter, they refuse to leave." The bouncer sounded as irritated as Harry was.

"I'm not talking to anybody right now! Tell them to wait," Harry snapped.

"Mr. Potter they're looking for their son." Draco froze as the man continued to speak. "They say that you know where he is. Someone called Milfoy--er I'm sorry sir- no sir my hearing is fine--Mr. Potter, the name is actually Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
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A/N: Thanks so much to the readers and the reviewers!! Thanks for waiting patiently. Life has been odd lately and our passion for passion playground has been wavering...lol For some reason this was the most difficult chap for me to write (I'm developing a case of carpal tunnel from all the edits *ouch*) Anywho. We are gifting you this extra long chappie and hoping that you are still interested in our little fic. We also hope that you'll forgive us for taking so long to update. Please let us know what you think.