Just A Lonely Stable Boy

A/N: This is my first time writing a slash sex scene and I hope I got it okay. Harry and Draco are both way out of character in this and are very forward with each other.

I'd like to thank my new beta shadow_samurai for all her hard work and advice. You're a star hun.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Rating: Adult
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: AU, language, sexual situations

“I’m bored, father. Can’t I just go and watch television? Please?” the handsome young blond pleaded. He hated his new home. Pure white marble with turrets, chandeliers, and Victorian furniture- everything that showed money and wealth- and Draco Malfoy hated it. It was boring, not as quaint and cosy as their little cottage by the sea they had lived in until a month ago.

His father had sold the family business for over six million pounds, as he wanted early retirement and to travel the world. Draco, on the other hand, preferred the sound of the sea lapping the shore and surfing on the waves. He hated this monstrosity of a house. It could hold over eight, maybe nine, families with the amount of rooms they had acquired. Still, it was beautiful, fit for a king, if he were honest. And his bedroom was exquisite. A huge four poster, king-sized bed, Persian rugs, and mahogany furniture- he shouldn’t really complain but he was just so bored. He couldn’t imagine being allowed to run around the house and slide down the banisters here. His father would have a heart attack at the very thought of it.

There was something he could do though. He smiled, a dreamy look appearing on his angelic face as he thought about ‘him’, his ultimate fantasy. The new boy, his father called him. He wasn’t even sure what his name was; only that he looked like an Adonis or Greek god. And he’d be sweaty every day from the work he was employed to do. As though his father could read his mind, Draco was drawn from his dreaming by the elder Malfoy’s voice.

“Draco, enough of your whining like a girl. Go and see if the stable boy needs a hand. After all, he never seems to saddle those prize winning stallions properly.”

Draco was on his feet and out the door in two seconds flat. He couldn’t wait to see him again, the boy of his dreams. Heaven forbid if his father knew he held feelings for someone of the same sex. Lucius Malfoy was against anything that wasn’t ‘normal’ and buggery came into that category.

As he made his way across acres of large gardens that surrounded the Mansion, Draco was lost in thoughts and questions.

“What if he doesn’t like me, or… or he has a boyfriend? Fuck, I never even thought of that. He may not even be…” He waved his hand around in the air trying to find the right words… “that way inclined. He… he… why the fuck am I talking to myself? I’m a fru… oh!” Draco gasped at the sight before him. He hadn’t even realised he was at the stables until he looked up, and his mouth dropped open in shock at the naked upper body belonging to his crush. He was wearing tight jeans that rode low at the waist, and his tanned upper body was toned to perfection. Draco’s eyes were drawn to the dark line of hair leading from his belly button to just inside the waistband of the boy’s jeans.

Hearing the surprised gasp from the doorway, the dark haired boy turned around and met Draco’s hungry gaze. As the blond stared, the stable boy licked his lips, observing him for a moment, then slowly began to groom the white stallion in front of him.

Draco stood rooted to the spot, mouth agape, and fighting the urge to slam the boy against a pile of hay and fuck him till he was screaming his name. Finding his voice, Draco half walked, half stumbled towards the raven haired teen and stretched out his hand.

“Erm… uh… hi, I’m Draco,” he stuttered, feeling a little bashful. His crush took the offered hand and pulled Draco closer to him. Close enough so they could feel the other's breath on their faces.

“Pleased to meet you, Draco. I’m Harry, the resident stable boy and I love being in the saddle. Feel free to saddle me up and ride me anytime.” Grinning at Draco’s reaction, he dropped his hand and turned back to finish his chores.

“I… I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“You heard me the first time. I’m not repeating it. I saw the way you were looking at me. This is how I prefer to work; it gets bloody hot in here, even more so now.” Draco could feel his trousers becoming tight at the casual sexual innuendo, and he finally came to the conclusion that Harry was indeed gay, and very forward too.


‘Deep breaths, Draco, deep breaths,’ he muttered to himself as he watched Harry put the brush down and gesture towards the hay bales. The two boys sat there for what seemed like hours, talking and exchanging stories of childhoods and families. Draco was disgusted to hear that Harry’s family was the lowest of the low, having neglected him from the day he was taken into their care after his parents were killed.

Draco couldn’t help but rub the boy’s back soothingly when he was told of beatings and starvation. All his worries seemed nothing in comparison to what Harry had endured for seventeen years. That was why the the boy had ended up here, at Malfoy Manor, as a stable boy. He’d told his relatives to stick their home and he left, just like that. Draco didn’t blame him; he probably would have done the same. He was thankful to Harry’s relatives in a way, because his new found friend would never be sitting there right now talking and rolling bits of straw between his fingers if they hadn‘t treated him so badly.

“Your father at least gave me decent living quarters with a real bed. Not a cupboard, to which I am grateful. I have the room in the Manor on the third floor. The one that overlooks the gardens and, of course, here." Harry indicated the stables. A companionable silence fell over them for a few minutes, with the only sounds coming from the horses. But Draco was itching to find out one thing. He bit his lip, trying to stop himself from asking his lingering question, but it was no use.

“So, erm, are you seeing anyone? You know, like a girlfriend or such?”

Harry pondered the question, wondering if he should be honest. He liked Draco, and he didn’t want to scare him off so soon after befriending him. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to calm his pounding heart and tried to sound honest, hoping he didn’t hurt the other boy’s feelings in the process.

“Draco, a lot of shit has happened in my life, and sometimes I feel the urge to just ride out into the sunset and never return. You can’t do that if you have a girlfriend. But I’m… not really in… into girls.” Draco’s eyebrows shot past his hairline at this revelation until Harry continued. “And all I’m really interested in right now is casual sex. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want to hear, but I’ve never been loved and I don’t know how to and… why are we even having this conversation?” He jumped up, feeling the blush creeping up his cheeks, and tried to make his way back to his grooming when a firm hand on his wrist stopped him in mid stride.

Draco looked forlorn. He didn’t know what to say- hell he didn’t even know how to express his own feelings so how was he going to help Harry? Gently turning Harry around to look at him, Draco could feel the desire rising within. Harry had the most gorgeous green eyes he had ever seen and he was lost in them. He wanted to wrap a protective arm around that flawless, beautifully toned body and claim him, but he was too lost in those emerald orbs.

“Do you want to still be my friend, Draco?” Harry asked uncertainly.

Snapping out of his lust induced haze, Draco nodded and said the first thing that came to mind. “Wanna fuck?” Harry’s jaw dropped at the blatant request and didn’t even realize Draco was speaking again. “I know it’s a bit sudden, but I like you and… and well it’s casual, no strings attached, and you never know, we may learn how to love.”

Harry didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Grabbing hold of Draco, he gently pushed him down onto the hay bales and straddled his waist, teenage hormones running riot. Draco groaned at the sudden contact and raised his head up to meet Harry’s, who was lowering his at the same time. Lips met, gently at first, then again with more urgency. Harry licked along Draco’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. This was too much for Draco. Already his trousers had tightened and he found himself shamelessly rutting against Harry.

A shaky hand travelled up and under Draco’s shirt. His body felt like it was on fire from just the mere touch of Harry’s hand. The kissing continued, becoming more frantic as Draco licked around Harry’s lips, silently asking for entrance. When Harry complied, a loud moan escaped from the blond as he plunged his tongue in again and again. Harry tasted of chocolate and peanut butter, and the flavour was intoxicating. Eventually they had to pull apart for air, and both looked at each other, panting heavily.

“This is… fuck… this is so hot. You’re so hot, Harry. You have the most amazing body and you taste exquisite. I want to be inside you, can I, Harry? Can I erm…?”

“Shag, fuck, bugger me? Whatever word you choose, it all means the same. It’s just a fuck at the end of the day. You’ve done this before?” Harry asked curiously when he saw Draco frown.

“Um… yeah, my best mate, Blaise, and I were mucking around a while ago and, well, I’m still a virgin…” He turned when he heard Harry catch his breath. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve shagged, just never ‘been’ shagged.”

After a brief nod of approval from Harry, Draco gently lowered his crush to the hay covered floor and kissed him passionately. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and pulled him in tighter to his body.

Draco’s hands moved lower, and Harry found himself gasping as his belt was unbuckled and jeans unfastened. “I do believe you are wearing far too many clothes, Harry,” Draco purred.

Harry couldn’t help snorting as he reminded Draco that he was the one with too many clothes on. “I’m only wearing my jeans, boxers and a smile, Draco, take yours off,” Harry said in a husky tone. Draco didn’t need prompting twice- he was naked in seconds. Harry took a few silent moments to just look at the angel in front of him. “Beautiful, Draco, absolutely, fucking beautiful. Now get down here and shag me senseless.”

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It was slow, passionate and perfect for two young lovers exploring dizzying heights and each other. Draco made sure he prepared Harry properly and watched lust filled green eyes rest on his sparkling grey ones as a lube-covered finger entered Harry’s tight entrance.

“Uunngh, where’d you learn to do that, Draco?” Harry groaned as another finger entered slowly.

“Like that, baby?”

“Uuuhuhhhhmmm!” was Harry’s incoherent reply. Draco inserted a third finger, causing Harry to thrust his hips violently, nearly upending him from the writhing body below him.

“Easy there, Harry. God, so tight, so ti…”

Draco never got time to finish before his hand was withdrawn and a throaty, spine tingling whisper said, “Gods, Draco, shut that pretty mouth of yours and fuck me. I need you inside me NOW!”

“Yes, I am a God, Harry, glad you noticed that,” Draco replied with a grin as he spread the lube around his cock and lined himself with Harry’s pulsing hole. He gently lifted Harry’s legs, laying them on top of his broad shoulders, and slowly pushed forward, sliding his throbbing cock into the welcoming heat.

If anyone had been watching the scene unfold, they would have thought it was the typical shenanigans of teenagers. But for the two boys involved, it was as though they were meant for each other, like they’d been doing this for years. They fitted together perfectly, exploring and loving each other with tenderness and passion. Draco had never felt so overwhelmed in all his life. Shagging Blaise was nothing compared to what he was feeling for Harry right now. Blaise would just spread himself underneath Draco and lay there like a sack of potatoes, letting the blond do all the work. Harry, however, met Draco thrust for thrust, even going as far to caress his own body and reach down to stroke himself gently.

Their breathing became more erratic as Draco plunged in again and again, hitting Harry’s sweet spot every time. Draco leaned down to gently caress Harry’s lips with his own and lock eyes with his beautiful lover.

“I want to see you come for me, Harry. I’m close, baby, so close. Mmm, c… can you… you stroke yourself harder for me, love, yeah?” Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on stroking himself to completion. He ran his thumb over his leaking head and stroked all the way down from his tip to his balls. “That’s it, baby, oh god yeah.” Draco sped up, feeling the clench of the tight inner walls that were squeezing his cock so hard he thought he would faint.

Harry tensed, then shuddered as his orgasm raced through his body like a steam train, sending his juices all over his stomach and Draco’s chest. He growled out Draco’s name loudly as he reached his goal.

Draco felt his toes curl at the sound of his name being said in such an erotic way, and his own climax hit its peak.

“Fu…uu… uck Harreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” he moaned as he came hard inside Harry’s body. They lay there in a tangle of limbs until their breathing slowed back down to a normal pace, and Draco slid his spent cock easily from Harry’s arse.

Once Draco had calmed his heart rate down, he turned to Harry and gently stroked his cheek. “Harry, I want you to know that I enjoyed every minute of that. I don’t want to be just another fuck for you-” here Harry tried to interupt but Draco placed a smooth slender finger to his lips- “I want to… to be your b… boyfriend or lover- whatever you want, I’ll be it. You are far too perfect and beautiful to be alone and unloved.”

“Um, Draco I… I would love to be ‘whatever’ with you, but at the end of the day, I’ll always be just the lonely stable boy. I want to love, really I do,” Harry said, looking a little sad. Draco picked bits of straw from Harry’s hair and began pulling on his clothes.

“‘Whatever’ sounds nice, stable boy, as long as you keep the shirt off at times, even in my private bedroom,” Draco smirked. “Of course, if you’d rather this was just a one off, I- well, I’ll leave you alone.”

Harry dropped his belt at that moment and pulled Draco into his arms. “Like hell this is a one off. I want to be your ‘whatever’, and I want to ride out into the sunset with you sometime and make love to you every night under the stars.” Gentle butterfly kisses found their way to the blond’s lips, and he melted into the embrace and the soft lips upon his. The only thought going through Harry’s head at this moment was, ‘I’ve finally found someone to love.’

The End