If I Were Gay

Title: If I Were Gay
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend of Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling, profit-less and humble. (i.e. not my people/places/etc. and not making money from writing this!)
Warnings: There is definitely gay sex in this. If this offends you, please leave this page now.
Summary: Draco enjoys muggle music at a bar.



Draco moodily swept into the packed bar, welcoming the dark atmosphere and the anonymity of the crowd. He signaled to the bartender and ordered a shot, draining it in seconds like he had been taught.

“I need to…change,” he sighed to himself.

He took a seat at one of the booths, careful not to touch anyone on his way there. His head dropped onto the table, and he realized there were words to the song that was blaring its noise over the rumble of everything else.

Here we are
Dear old friends
You and I drunk again
Laughs have been had
Tears have been shed
Maybe the whisky has gone to my head
But if I were gay
I would give you my heart
And if I were gay
You'd be my work of art
And if I were gay
We would swim in romance
But I’m not gay
So get your hand out of my pants

He smirked, draining the beer he had brought to the table with him. His wand was safe inside his coat and he relaxed, finally, away from his family, his duties, his...everything; breathing in and out, he just sat, before he choked on someone’s cigarette smoke.

He had just calmed down when someone walked over to him and asked him to dance. The man didn’t wait for an answer; he just pulled Draco into his arms and swept him to the dance floor. Draco was tense again, trying to drown out the man hanging all over his body and listen to the lyrics of the song again.

It’s not that I don’t care
I do
I just don't see myself in you
Another time another scene
I'd be right behind you, if you know what I mean
Cause if I were gay
I would give soul
And if I were gay
I would give you my whole... being
And if I were gay
We would tear down the walls
But I'm not gay
So won’t you stop cupping my Ba... Hand

Barely holding back a laugh, Draco finally just took the man’s hands and attempted to dance with him. He was trying to see what the guy who just picked him up actually looked like, but he was staring at their feet, watching them move.

‘Guess he’s tipsy,’ Draco thought to himself. The man fell into Draco’s chest suddenly, laughing hard at…nothing. ‘Hm…or completely wasted?’

He grabbed the guy’s chin, forcing his face up so he could see him. Draco’s eyes widened as they fell on bright green eyes and a scar.

“Harry bloody fucking Potter?”

We've never hugged
We've never kissed
I've never been intimate with your fist
You have opened brand new doors
Get over here and drop ... your ... Drawers

Draco gasped and pulled Harry closer to him. No, he wouldn’t rape him or anything, but he had no idea Harry was into guys, too.

‘Three years of suffering, of not wanting to tell him how I felt about him, and he just…falls into my arms? How ironic this all is,’ Draco mused to himself, holding back the tears he felt coming.




The next morning, Harry woke up with the worst headache he’d ever had, and noticed immediately that he wasn’t at his flat.

“What the fuck! Where the fuck am I! Where’s my God damn wand!” he whispered in horror, his eyes flickering around as quickly as possible.

Somehow, the body lying next to him went unnoticed in the ferocious need of his wand, but after he just closed his eyes and summoned it, he breathed again, finally noticing the barely clad blond.

He put his hand on the other person’s shoulder, but decided against shaking him awake. Instead, he pushed him onto his back so he could look at who it was.

The body suddenly spoke. “There’s a hangover cure on the nightstand; fucking just let me sleep,” Draco mumbled, still half asleep.

“Draco Malfoy!?”



A/N: This one, for me, was just fun to write. Review!