Hardly Perfect

A/N:takes place after HBP, possibly a few years later. PWP… ok there’s some plot, but I tried! (ps – the stories kinda sad I know! Sad PWP, wth?) If you recognize this story slightly it because this is a major re-edit/write of one of my stories. So PLEASE read it again and let me know if you think it’s better!(if you remember it at all) If you haven’t read my old version, don’t go looking for it, it’s crap, and please comment as well!


**Hardly Perfect**
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I kept my eyes on him. I’d been following his every move all night long, trying to think about what my plan was. The lights of the dance floor reflect on his skin and he seems to glow in comparison to the mundane muggles surrounding him.

Seeing him wasn’t a surprise. I had been tracking down his movements for the last two months. I thought I knew what I would do if I saw him, thought I had mastered my feelings, but seeing him…

He’s beautiful.

I cave and begin heading in his direction. Stare down his current dance partner until he scurries away and slip behind him placing my hands on his hips and begin to dance. I control his every movement, being careful to make sure that he can see nothing of me but allow one of his arms to reach back and grab my leg, guiding me closer.

I ignore the time passing but eventually can’t fight it and lean in towards his ear.

“Come up stairs with me.” I whisper in a rough voice, far different from anything he has heard from me, and am pleased by the tremor that runs through him.

He doesn’t say anything, but takes hold of my wrist and begins dragging me towards one of the private rooms. He still doesn’t glance back at me, though this would be the perfect opportunity, he knows I want my identity secret and I’m sure the mysteriousness of the situation excites him.

He guides me to the first door available and stops just inside, still turned away.

I come up behind him, reminiscent of just a few moments ago, but now take the liberties I had been hesitant to do before. I run my hands over his body, down his back, squeezing harder as I feel his ass through his painted on leather pants. I step closer, running my hands just barely over his crotch, rubbing teasingly over the noticeable bulge before I come to his chest; feeling myself grow harder at every touch he allows me.

He lets out a long low moan as I tweak a nipple and continue playing with them as I grind up behind him, licking his neck and groaning at getting a taste of him, at finally being allowed to feel him.

My hands begin to work on his silk shirt, of course it’s a Slytherin green, but instead of letting it fall when I slid it off, I twist it up and then use the arms to turn it into an impromptu blindfold.

He moans louder as my hands return to his body, I always knew he would enjoy these kinds of games and I am unable to prevent the smirk that grows on my face.

Assured of his blindness I shift around to in front of him and take his hand, guiding him to the available bed.

I gently push him over, sliding on top of him as he falls back onto the bed and begin licking, sucking and biting over his chest, his neck, teasing his ears.

His constant moans are creating a burning fire inside of me, and as desperate as my cock is for some pressure, I can only concentrate on undoing his pants and freeing his gorgeous erection.

As soon as it springs free I can’t resist it and I move lower engulfing him completely and moaning happily around the mouthful. His body jerks up as if electrocuted but his screams are drowned out by the music. The reaction just encourages me more and as I hold him steady with one hand I quickly work on removing the rest of our clothing.

With both of us completely bare I reluctantly release his cock and slide back up his body, align our cocks and thrust against him.

His momentary moan of disappointment quickly turns back to ones of pleasure and he gasps for air as his arms wrap around me and he thrusts desperately against me. I finally take his mouth with mine, it opening willingly to me as our tongues struggle to express this uncontrollable passion. We continue to thrust frantically against each other, forced to end our kiss as we gasp for air.

“Uh, take me please!”

I smirk; surprised to see him beg so wantonly.

I wordlessly summon a lubricant from my pants on the floor; never would I have believed that it was with him that I would be using this tonight.

I quickly coat my fingers and reach past his balls finding his puckered entrance and begin to tease it mercilessly.

I work two fingers inside of him, brushing his prostate slowly and enjoying all the sounds coming from his lips. I ignore my aching need, pleased enough to watch his body writhe with pleasure; not even sure how many years it has been since I first began to desperately desire him, how many years I’ve dreamed of this.

“Oh Merlin, Harry!”

He yells and I freeze in my menstruations, my heart pounding heavily in my chest, as I’m stunned that he somehow discovered me and uncertain of what to do.

“Um... sorry, just ignore what I said.” His words puzzle me for a split second before it connects that he doesn’t know who I am, he’s just fantasizing of being with me. My cock pulses at the thought and I become unbearably harder.

I hesitate for a moment more, knowing that this could hurt him more; but he had been my dream for so long, if I was hiss too, how could I deny him that? This one last moment that we will have with each other.

Slowly I reach up and gently slide the shirt off his head, my breath freezing inside me as I wait for his reaction.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the semi-dark room but I know he sees me when his eyes go wide. His entire body tenses up like a bow string and with a shout his body jerks and I watch as his cum erupts and covers his body.

I groan at the image, and my hand tightens on his hip, trying to hold onto my own release and just enjoy the amazing image he is making.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” He screams as his body spasms uncontrollably and I work every last bit from his cock and languidly return to nibbling and licking his chest; giving him time to recover.

“Harry?” He question softly and I gaze up into his clouded grey eyes.

“Draco.” I say back before returning to his body, not really sure what it is that he wants me to say.

“Damn, I’ve gone crazy. I’m hallucinating.”

The finality in which he says it makes me chuckle softly and I feel a huge pleased grin cover my face. I slide up a little, taking his mouth once more, and he immediately submits to me.

“You’re not hallucinating Malfoy…”

“Draco.” He says hastily, a desperate need clear in his voice surprising me.

“Draco.” I echo softly and can feel something building between us. The pressure that’s been building every time we would argue in the halls of Hogwarts is there, more powerful then ever.

“You’re really here?” He asks; reaching up tentatively and stroking my face, as if afraid he wouldn’t find flesh.

“Yes.” I whisper, leaning into the hesitant touch, turning into the hand and placing a kiss on his palm. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” I admit, knowing that his Slytherin pride would not allow him to involve his emotions any further without being assured they wouldn’t be laughed at.

I’m pleased with my insight when I see him smile. I’d never seen a smile like this before on his face, he seemed so peaceful and I finally understood the saying of happiness lighting up someone’s eyes. Oh Merlin, how deep was I going to dig this hole, how long could I allow myself this fantasy?

I knew I should stop there. Grab my wand and obliviate any memories of this night from him. Unfortunately I was a selfish bastard. I couldn’t let this moment go, needed him too much.

He didn’t hide behind his mask again like I had expected but instead grabbed a fist full of hair and jerked me towards him, taking control of the kiss this time.

I submitted readily, both of us moaning into the other’s mouth as we began to grind our bodies together again, feeling the heat between us surge even higher than before.

“Please Harry, I need you in me, I’ve needed you for so long.”

I moan his name and fumble for the oil that was somewhere in the sheets. I quickly slick up my shaft and use the oil on my hand to make sure that he’s stretched enough so that I won’t hurt him. His loud moans are making it extremely difficult to not simply plunge into him, but finally I deem him ready; now that he’s practically going insane with frustration.

Perhaps it was old habits coming back but I slid into him tortuously slow. He struggles and fights to force me into him faster but I still had a good grip on his hips and held him still.

When I am finally completely sheathed inside of him we both let out moans, overwhelmed that at last we have reached this point, both assuredly thinking about how long we’ve wanted this and still unbelieving that we have it at last.

For all the frantic fighting we did to get here our bodies move together perfectly, setting a slow pace. Neither of us wants to rush this, after an eternity of fruitless desire we relished in the slow build up, taking pleasure at every small nuance between us.

Our hands and mouths roamed each other, mapping out every inch of the other’s body, every spot that caused the other to moan louder or their body to involuntarily jerk in pleasure.

I’m not sure how much time went by but inevitably the thrusts grew faster, our moans louder. Listening to his moans and screams for harder and faster drove my pleasure uncontrollably higher. Our kisses and touches grew sloppy as our desperation for the other built until we could concentrate on nothing else but my cock pounding into him as he thrusts up to meet me, taking me into him completely, feeling his muscles work around me.

His hands were grasping and twisting into the sheets, struggling to find something to stabilize him in the torrents of pleasure. My own hands were gripping so tightly onto his hips I was sure they would be bruised later, but I couldn’t spare the thought to get my hands to loosen.

The sudden tightening of his muscles around me, spasming uncontrollably sent me over the edge. I heard him screaming my name as he came but I could only get out gasping moans and give into my body, riding mindlessly through the bliss.

When my mind became coherent again I was laying over him and he was still out cold. I took my weight off of him and gently slid out, casting a quick spell to clean us off while still amazed by what had happened.

I took the moment to look over his beautiful face, dear Merlin I loved him. Desired him, and wanted to protect him always. If they knew what he meant to me, what I would do to keep him safe, what they could make me do… what was I doing? Did they not have enough they were holding over me? How could I risk them getting him?!

My movements or the spell must have woken him because he stirred a moment later, his eyes opening to meet mine and that same smile of unadulterated happiness dawned on his face.

I leaned down and gave him a last gentle kiss, not wanting for this to end but knowing it must.

I knew what was expected of me, what I was. I had been ordered by the ministry to hunt down known death eaters, he was just next on the list. With Dumbledore’s death they had taken custody of me and held me on a tighter and tighter leash every day. To them there was only one reason for which I was alive, and as much as I wished, I could never forget it or be free of them. I was their weapon, pointed in a direction and sent to kill. I didn’t have the liberty for anything more.

“I love you.” He breathed out in a whisper and I felt my chest tighten painfully at the words. Words I didn’t deserve to hear. “I’ve wanted you, wanted this since half-way through fourth year.” He said solemnly, surprising me once again.

“I… I love you too.” I whispered softly back, my voice cracking at the end. “I wish we could have figured this all out sooner. Not wasted so much time. Not have things turn out as they did.”

“We have time now, I have you now. You’re all I want; even first year it was always you.”

I’m silent but give him a small smile, unsure what to say; how to crush him.

“I wish it were that simple.”

“It is! It can be. I understand that you have to kill Voldemort but I believe you will, I know you’ll live, and then there’s nothing stopping us. Even now we can still meet somewhere; we can still have what we both want.” He spoke with such exuberance, such faith in the world.

I give him that same small smile and slid off the bed. He’s wrong, even after Voldemort is dead it will never end, they will never let me go.

I reached for my boxers and began pulling my clothes back on. I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear watching that beautiful smile slip from his face. When I almost had my pants up I heard his voice again.

“Harry?”

There was a tremble in the word and my fingers stilled over the button before I forced them to continue.

“You’re leaving?”

I said nothing as I grabbed my shirt, sliding my feet into my shoes at the same time. What could I say? Nothing could make this right or easier for him. This was a mistake, I should have turned and left the moment I saw him, should have continued the façade of looking for him in one city after another.

“When are we going to meet again?”

The tremble was still there, but he had fought it a little better this time. I fixed the last button, but didn’t turn to him, remained staring at the door of this disgusting room; he deserved more.

For all the pounding music echoing through the walls, the room was unbearable silent.

“Next time I see you… I’ll kill you.”

There was a choking noise behind me but I still didn’t turn, suddenly wishing I hadn’t dressed so quickly so I had something to do with my hands. Something that could justify staying here with him for just a little longer.

“Wha-… you’re serious?” He managed to get out after struggling over the first word. “But you love me.”

“I do.” I agreed and could feel his frustration without looking. “But that won’t stop me from doing what I must. I know what happened, you might not have killed Dumbledore in the end but you played a large part, not to mention letting all the death eaters into Hogwarts and the countless people who were hurt from that. You almost got Bill Weasley killed and he will still have to live the rest of his life with what was done to him. You’re a criminal, and I must do what’s expected.” I was such a hypocrite. There was far more blood soaking my hands than could ever touch his fair flesh. Hate me Draco. Hate me and forget about your love for me, don’t come after me, don’t hope.

“Harry…”

“It doesn’t matter Malfoy. You made your choice and mine… will always be what it is.” I could feel the knife in my boots as I shifted slightly. No, I didn’t have many choices. I was trapped the moment Voldemort put that scar on my forehead. For this at least, I could walk away, pretend I never saw him. Make him hate me enough that he will want to get as far away from here and from me as possible. Draco Malfoy will just be another body to disappear in this war, assumed dead.

“I might be in love with you, but I can never care someone who is at fault for so much death. We’ve gotten this out of our systems, now I never want to see you again. Get out of England Malfoy.” Lies, it was myself I despised, not him.

I walked to the door and opened it letting the loud music rush in, but couldn’t leave. I remained there for a moment, waiting for something, waiting for it all to be perfect and easy.

But nothing ever was.

“I’m serious. You need to leave, if I see you again… I will kill you.”

There were no words from him as I shut the door, he didn’t come running after me as I walked down the stairs and wound through the people to the exit.

I was glad he didn’t.

I feared killing him would kill what life was left in me.

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A/N: That’s it, please let me know what you think!!!