Tell Me Lies

A/N: I wanted to write a Christmas fic and A Business Affair is a couple weeks away from Christmas :( so I kinda got this song stuck in my head and this fic evolved. Enjoy! Happy holidays!

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Why do I always come back?

Harry shook his head in despair and tugged his jacket closer to his body to shield from the bitter wind that whipped down the dark London street. He watched a small flurry of snow flutter past his feet as he kicked the ground angrily.

He sighed and bit the inside of his cheek as he stopped, gazing up at a tall, white apartment building. He could have Apparated there, he knew, since it was a magical building and all, but something held him back every time.

It seemed that if he Apparated, he would get there so much quicker than he needed to. He would spend the half hour before he left pacing around his living room, trying to talk himself out of going. But it never worked. He always ended up grabbing his coat and heading off into central London.

He couldn’t explain the draw he felt to come so much more often than was necessary. He shouldn’t be there. He should be somewhere else, preferably on a date with a nice boy from a good family.

He should still be at the Christmas party where everyone was getting schnockered off their asses. He should be watching Ron sing I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas badly, while Hermione giggled under the mistletoe with Blaise. He should have stayed to watch Ron hit on Hermione, only to be cursed in the back by a watchful Blaise.

Instead, it was nearly 11:30 on Christmas Eve and he was standing on the sixth floor of an elaborate apartment building in which many affluent wizards lived. He was facing apartment 624 and trying to convince himself that he should turn around right then.

It never worked, though, and he found himself giving his customary three short raps on the door. He took a steeling breath and stepped back to wait. He didn’t know why it always took an inordinate amount of time to answer the door, but it did.

“Good evening.” Harry could practically hear the smirk in that voice as the door swung open.

Harry just pulled his coat closer, despite the fact that it was pleasantly warm inside the building, and stepped inside.

The flat was decorated with cheery Christmas decorations. A tall tree stood off to the side in the living room. A start adorned its top and lights twinkled all down through the dark green needles.

Holly was hung over the window frames and small Christmas figurines sat on the sills. Harry had never imagined this person would be so into Christmas.

“Take off your coat.” The voice was gracious, but Harry could hear the smugness in it.

Harry knew he wasn’t in control. He never had been. He was supposed to be. He was supposed to be able to control his life now that Voldemort was gone. He wasn’t supposed to let someone else take over him like this.

He slid off his coat and felt hands on his back, removing it completely. He didn’t look but heard a closet door open and shut.

“Would you like a drink?”

Harry sat down on the white leather couch, laughing to himself as he thought of what might happen if he spilled something on the pristine furniture.

“Sure,” he replied quietly. He knew he was just prolonging the inevitable.

A moment later, a glass of red wine was pressed into his palm, the fingers lingering just a few seconds longer than necessary against his hand. Harry glanced out the window where a light snow had begun to fall.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement and turned his head.

Draco Malfoy was sitting in the white leather chair to his left. His legs were crossed casually and a glass of wine rested casually in his hands. His grey eyes danced in the soft light from the tableside lamp. A barely noticeable smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he watched Harry intently.

Harry’s gaze traveled up Draco’s black trousers, made from a material Harry was sure would feel glorious against his skin, to his stylish green sweater. Harry always wondered how Draco managed to look amazing in whatever he wore. He always felt out of place with his own plain clothes. But at least his clothes fit now. That was a slight improvement.

Harry could tell Draco was waiting for him to say something. It was his turn. Draco did the opening pleasantries then Harry would make some remark about work, or life, or something insignificant.

“How’s… how’s Pansy?” Harry asked, feeling stupid and like he’d rather not be there at all, but a part of him wanted to be there, wanted so badly to be there that it hurt.

“Fine,” Draco replied blandly, taking a sip of his wine, noting the way Harry’s eyes were drawn to his mouth. He didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “She and Theodore are thinking of buying a home in the country soon.”

“Oh?” Harry asked, flushing at being caught staring. He couldn’t help it. He was ashamed at the way Draco affected him.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment, his eyes sizing him up. He then set down his glass on the table next to him. He stood up and moved over to the couch Harry was on. Reaching for Harry’s wine glass, he plucked it from his fingers and set it with his own. Harry’s had barely been drunk.

Looking back to Harry, he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t give a fuck about Pansy.”

Harry paused. “No.”

“Then enough with the pleasantries, Potter,” he said, shifting on the couch to straddle Harry’s legs.

Staring up at Draco, Harry knew this was his last fleeting chance to escape. He knew, and yet he never took it. Never in all the times he had come to Draco’s flat, had he taken that chance to escape. And now was no different.

His eyes drifted shut as Draco leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He felt the hot, wet tongue swipe his lower lip, begging entrance to the cavern within. Harry slowly obliged, allowing the tongue to dip in momentarily, tasting him.

His hands that had been lying useless on the couch came up to Draco’s hips, pulling him into a more comfortable position on his lap. He felt Draco settling in further between his legs. It felt so right for a moment.

Draco slid his hands around Harry’s neck as the kiss became more fevered and rushed. He swallowed Harry’s moans of pleasure, thrusting his eager tongue into Harry’s open mouth. He wanted to taste more.

He bit down on Harry’s lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from the man beneath him. He sucked on the plump flesh, running his tongue seductively over the lip then thrusting it back to meet Harry’s tongue.

His hand slid up the back of Harry’s neck to tangle in the messy black hair, tugging on it as he pressed his body closer. He heard Harry moan as they kissed on the couch. Draco slid his body down further into Harry’s lap, letting his erect cock brush against Harry’s.

The feeling shot through Harry’s body and he gasped again. His grip on Draco’s hips tightened as Draco began to rotate his hips, grinding them against his own.

“Fuck, Malfoy,” he panted when the kiss was broken for a second. He couldn’t find much breath to say much more, though, as Draco’s mouth left his own for his neck.

His head rolled back and his eyes closed again as Draco found that spot just below his ear. He groaned in frustration and pleasure as Draco’s mouth and tongue assaulted his neck, sucking and licking every inch of his skin.

Draco scraped his teeth over Harry’s tanned skin, running his tongue along behind it to soothe the reddened flesh. He tugged on Harry’s earlobe, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it for a second while his tongue teased it mercilessly.

Harry’s breath was coming in stuttered gasps with the combined pleasure of Draco’s tongue and lower body. His hands had slid from Draco’s hips to under his shirt, running down underneath the soft slacks. They were as soft as Harry had predicted earlier. His hands kneaded Draco’s soft skin, pulling him closer.

He heard Draco’s soft laugh in his ear and felt the warm breath ghosting over his neck. “Are you ready, Potter?” Draco whispered, flicking out his tongue to give a teasing lick to Harry’s ear.

“Yes,” Harry gasped, barely getting the word out completely. His heart felt like it was going to explode it was beating so fast.

He whimpered as Draco moved away from him to strip off his sweater. Harry blinked as Draco’s hands went for his own red sweater.

“Here?” he asked, noting that they were still on the couch, the fireplace flickering before them.

Draco tugged off Harry’s shirt and tossed it aside, then leaned in close, his mouth millimeters away from Harry’s. “You’d rather we move?”

Harry glanced up uncertainly at Draco, his eyes catching Draco’s grey ones. “No,” he said quietly.

Draco pressed a kiss to his lips. “Me neither.”

He pulled back again, his hands going for the buttons on Harry’s trousers, pulling them undone hastily and unzipping them. Harry tried to help Draco, but his hands were pushed away and Draco did it himself.

He slid his pants off gracefully, like a panther, while Harry awkwardly pulled his off. Draco crawled back on the couch, nudging Harry so that he was lying on his back on the trim leather.

Draco glanced down at Harry’s erection that was tenting inside his boxers and smirked. He pressed a palm to the bulge, drawing a sharp gasp from Harry.

Harry was so hard it was excruciating. He knew Draco was teasing him. He always did. Harry didn’t know why he kept coming back. He hadn’t meant to. The first time was a drunken mistake and those that happened afterward… well, Harry never stopped them.

“Are we a little excited?” He heard Draco’s murmur against his neck and shut his eyes. He felt Draco press a hot kiss to his throat, his tongue leaving a small lick over his Adam’s apple.

Draco’s mouth moved steadily down Harry’s body, stopping to swirl over Harry’s dark nipples. He listened to Harry’s gasps and moans with pleasure as he nipped and licked the erect nubs.

“Fu—shi—go—Malfoy.” Harry’s words were a stream of curses and Draco’s name.

Draco’s hands, meanwhile, were massaging Harry’s hardened cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. Harry was sure he wouldn’t be able to breathe soon from all the stimulation. Air was quickly becoming a precious commodity.

All too soon, Draco’s hands were gone from his cock and Harry bemoaned the loss. Suddenly, he felt his boxers being pulled down and a hot, wet tongue took the hands place.

Harry’s head fell back and his eyes were screwed shut. His chest was heaving as he tried to breathe.

Draco licked the underside of Harry’s leaking cock, running his talented tongue over the length of it, teasing as best he could. He glanced up at Harry to see him panting and whining for more.

“Please, Malfoy,” Harry whined, barely able to stand it. He was sure he was going to come soon, with or without Draco’s help.

Draco continued to tease Harry just a second longer, sliding his tongue enticingly into Harry’s slit. Harry was keening with need when Draco took him into his mouth.

He sucked hard, rubbing alternately with his hand to stimulate Harry as much as possible. He could hear Harry’s moans and frustration at not being able to come. Harry’s hands were scrabbling the leather of the couch for something to hold onto.

“Ma—Malfoy,” Harry panted, feeling like he was almost there.

Draco heard his plea and immediately pulled away, much to Harry’s dismay. Harry groaned and let his head fall back on the couch.

Draco crawled up his body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Harry’s torso. He bit down on Harry’s shoulder, ignoring the hiss of pain he received. He soothed it over with his tongue, leaving a red mark that would last most of the night.

He reached down and removed his own boxers, tossing them to the side. He found his wand on the table and performed a simple Lubrication spell.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as Draco slid a finger in his body. He could feel his muscles clenching over the foreign object, and he hated himself for letting this happen… again.

Watching Harry’s face closely, Draco slid in a second finger, stretching the opening carefully.

“Nghah, fuuuuck,” Harry cursed, barely comprehensible. His body arched upward as Draco’s fingers brushed that spot inside him that sent tingles down his spine.

Draco finally removed the fingers after much stretching, and teasing, Harry was sure. Draco loved to tease.

Draco placed Harry’s legs over his shoulders, and pulled Harry to him. Positioning himself, Draco pressed his cock in slowly, through the tight ring of muscles that clenched over his cock and sent a wave of heat through his body. He closed his eyes for a second as he pushed in, until he was fully buried in Harry’s tight ass.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against Harry’s. Harry didn’t stop to think about the gesture. His mind was too preoccupied with Draco’s hard cock that was filling his body.

“Fuc—Gah, Malfoy, I can’t—fucking—” Harry just wanted Draco to move before he exploded.

Luckily for him, Draco always seemed to know what he wanted. Draco pulled out slowly, agonizingly slow, then slammed back into Harry’s body, ripping a cry from Harry’s throat.

Draco set a fast pace, moving quickly in Harry’s body, moving his hips to meet Harry’s in a mating of heat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, tugging it into his ear and sucking on it.

“Lie to me,” Harry gasped as Draco’s prick grazed his prostate once more. He could feel Draco’s confusion. He’d asked this before. He wanted to hear things a lover would tell him. He wanted to feel like this had a purpose.

“Malfoy, lie to me--please,” Harry asked.

Draco pulled back for a second, stilling his movement. Harry thought he was going to die if Draco didn’t start moving again. Draco’s expression was unreadable for a second, but then he leaned back into Harry and kissed him hard on the mouth, thrusting his tongue ruthlessly into Harry’s mouth, pouring all sorts of emotions into the kiss.

He moved back in Harry and began to speak. “I hate you,” he growled, shoving his hips hard into Harry’s, forcing his cock in deeper. “I’ve always hated you. Ever since we met. You were so fucking naïve and eager. You had no idea who you were or what you would do.”

Harry cried out as Draco’s thrusts became more reckless as he spoke.

“I hate you so much,” Draco breathed, his mouth against Harry’s neck. “You were so fucking perfect. I can’t stand you. I wish we’d never met.”

Draco’s words sunk into Harry and he began to feel pinpricks of tears in the corners of his eyes as Draco continued. His hands were gripping Draco’s hips as he thrust back in. His fingernails dug into the pale skin as his heart rose in his throat.

“I fucking hate you, Potter, so much,” Draco whispered, nipping at Harry’s neck. “You come here all the time and that’s all I want to tell you. But you wouldn’t listen if I tried. I hate you.”

Harry could feel the hot tears rolling down his cheeks and at the same time, came hard. His squeezed his eyes shut as his body spasmed with his climax. His body was shaking as he came down from his high.

He felt Draco come moments later, but his mind wasn’t on it. He couldn’t believe what Draco had just said. He had never thought Draco hating him would have such an affect on him. He’d always thought that these meetings were wrong but he’d never stopped to think that maybe Draco was having more of an effect than he thought.

He lay on the couch, trying to stop the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. He’d never thought that rejection from Malfoy would hurt this badly.

He felt Draco roll off him slightly and onto the couch. He didn’t want him to know he was crying, so he looked away. Draco must have sensed something was wrong, though, because he propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Harry.

“What’s wrong?”

Harry swallowed hard, hardly daring to believe Draco didn’t know what was wrong. “Why did you say those things?” he whispered, refusing to look Draco in the eye.

He sniffed and felt a finger on his face, wiping away a stray tear.

“You told me to lie.”

“What?” Harry said quietly, turning his head to look at Draco.

For once, there was no smirk on the handsome face. Draco was looking at Harry seriously for the first time Harry had ever seen.

“You told me to lie to you, so I did. I don’t hate you, Harry.”

Harry was in disbelief. It all clicked into place now. “You mean… all this time…?”

Draco hesitated, then reached over, pushing a stray lock of hair off Harry’s forehead. “I didn’t tell you because I thought you would get scared.”

Harry looked deep into Draco’s eyes, unable to believe what he was hearing. After all this time, all the worry, the constant knowledge that it was wrong, that Harry couldn’t have feelings for Malfoy, it was over.

“Malfoy… er, Draco,” Harry said slowly, “I didn’t know. I don’t know what to say.”

“Well,” Draco drawled, seeming to come back to himself. “You could say that I am amazing in bed and maybe next time, you won’t be so reluctant to drop by.”

Harry gave a small smile. “I guess next time I should bring the wine.”

Draco smiled, an actual smile, and slid a hand around Harry’s neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. Harry’s hand came to rest on Draco’s shoulder lightly. Now he knew why it felt right. It was comfortable with Draco, despite their history.

They only broke apart when the clock chimed loudly in the living room. Draco glanced up and saw that it was midnight.

“Happy Christmas, Harry,” he said quietly.

“Oh, but I didn’t get you anything,” Harry said.

“I think you did.”

Harry grinned and pulled Draco in for another kiss. Outside, the snow fell lightly, piling up in the window and making it truly a white Christmas.


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A/N: Please review!!