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Summary: The boys go out dancing. Truths are revealed. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_falling's Merry Month of May Fest
Warnings: Fluff.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys. If I did, they would definitely NOT be enemies
Word Count: 1,154
Beta: The amazingkcstories I don’t know what I would have done without you babe!!!
Prompt: May 23, 3007.
Draco Malfoy could never have imagined that one day he would end up best friends with Harry Potter.
Then again, Harry Potter never thought he would ever become best friend with Draco Malfoy either.
Both were currently working as Aurors; a surprising move on Draco’s part.
They had been ordered to work together on an assignment, and mostly for professional reasons, they had decided to put their past differences behind them. This had quickly led to them realizing how much they actually had in common.
It hadn’t taken them long before they’d grown to be inseparable.
Draco had always had a reputation of playing around, even back in their Hogwarts days. Boys or girls, it didn’t really matter.
Harry always acted like he didn’t care, but in actuality, he did.
Harry was generally considered straight, but those who knew him better, with the exception of Draco, were well aware that he was in fact Malfoysexual.
Harry only had eyes for Draco, something to which Draco was completely oblivious.
Harry was truly jealous of all of Draco’s conquests, and although he knew that he had a chance with Draco, himself, he also didn’t want to be just another notch on the blond’s bedpost. He wanted Draco to be his and his alone - for real; forever.
Draco, on his part, liked Harry in turn, but unfortunately he assumed that Harry was straight and so Draco never made his move.
Truthfully, though, Draco would have given up his lifestyle in a heartbeat should Harry have ever looked at him in that way. But Harry never would; of that Draco was practically convinced.
After they’d solved and tied up a particularly long case, which had involved rounding up rogue Death Eaters, Harry and Draco found themselves celebrating at D’Kama, a wizarding nightclub, in London. The club was bright, the music was contagious, and the drinks were flowing. The place was crowded and everywhere people were dancing and having a good time.
Initially, both Harry and Draco sat at the bar nursing their Firewhiskeys but then a very good-looking man asked Draco to dance.
Harry waved off his colleague, even though what he really wanted to do was to beg Draco to stay with him.
Harry turned to look at the two men dance, and even though quite a few people approached him and invited him to join them on the dance floor, Harry declined each and every time, preferring to remain seated where he was while keeping an eye on Draco instead.
As Harry watched Draco, who was basically gyrating against his dance partner, he knocked back his Firewhiskey and signaled to the bartender for another.
The music changed, but it didn’t seem as if Draco intended to switch dance partners any time soon. From his seat, Harry couldn’t help but notice the scene on the dance floor heating up and he quickly finished yet another glass. He’d lost count of how many Whiskeys he had already had.
Before Draco and his dance partner had the chance to start unzipping each other’s pants, Harry got up and headed out onto the dance floor. He didn’t presume that what he was about to do could possibly end well, but he tried to ignore such thoughts and pushed his way through the crowd to where Draco was.
Draco spotted Harry coming towards them and smiled widely. He also saw the telltale signs that Harry was drunk—a stilted walk, shaky hands, pupils wide—and he knew that it was time for Harry to go home.
Draco was surprised when Harry shoved the guy Draco was dancing with aside and slurred, “Mine” before dancing with Draco himself.
Draco was a bit miffed. What gave Harry the right to call Draco his and dance with him as if he fancied Draco? Besides, wasn’t Harry supposed to be straight?
But all such thoughts disappeared the moment Harry leaned in and kissed Draco for all he was worth. Draco melted into the kiss and his anger fast turned into confusion instead. Why would Harry be doing this? As much as Draco wanted to continue kissing Harry – after all, his dream was FINALLY coming true, he pushed Harry away instead.
“Harry, is this really what you want?”
Harry nodded and said, “Gods yes, I’ve wanted this for ages,” and he kissed Draco again.
Draco kissed back at first, but he really was afraid to mess up their friendship too. Maybe Harry wouldn’t even remember any of this in the morning… Quickly, he pulled away again.
“Harry, as much I want this, and Merlin, do I ever want this, you’re drunk.”
“’M not drunk. Juss a lil’ tipshhhhy,” Harry slurred.
Draco just shook his head and took a grumbling Harry home with him. There, he undressed Harry, down to his boxers, and tucked him into bed.
Harry tried pulling Draco in with him, but Draco knew himself well enough to realize that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he got into bed with Harry.
Draco fell asleep on his sofa, but not before he put a vial of Hangover potion on the bedside table for Harry to drink when he woke up.
When Harry woke up, bemoaning the foul taste in his mouth, the first thing he noticed was his surroundings. He gasped in shock. He hadn’t been sleeping in his own bed!
He looked around and realized that he was in fact in Draco’s bedroom. He saw Draco leaning against the door. Draco pointed to the Hangover potion and Harry downed it in one quick gulp. Snippets of the previous night came back to him and Harry all but freaked out.
“Draco, I’m so sorry. I have no idea what came over me last night,” Harry said, clutching his head in his hands and moaning.
Draco was taken aback and just a little hurt. He had expected Harry to regret his actions, but this much? Draco shook off his hurt and asked curiously, “Do you regret what happened, or only the way it did?”
Harry looked up and stammered uncertainly, “I… I don’t know.”
“Harry, tell me what you really feel. Last night you were drunk, yes. But were you also telling the truth?”
Harry bit his lip and finally answered, “Draco, I want you. I want you so bad and it hurts so bloody much when I see you with other people. I never acted on my feelings for you, because I didn’t want to spoil the fantastic friendship we have now. But I suppose last night’s actions probably didn’t help that friendship much either. I am glad my feelings are finally out in the open, though, but I’m still sorry I forced myself on you like I did.”
“Harry, maybe you don’t remember things too clearly, but I didn’t exactly stop you last night, did I? If you hadn’t noticed, I kind of feel the same way.”
Harry looked up at that. “Draco,” he began, “I don’t want to be just another notch on your bedpost. I don’t want to be just another guy. I couldn’t handle that, nor could our friendship. I want you to want only me, not any other guys or girls.”
Draco solemnly promised that Harry wouldn’t be just another notch. “Harry, I only went out with those other guys because you were unattainable.”
Harry got up from the bed and walked towards Draco. He leaned in and hesitated for a moment, giving Draco a chance to back out, should he want to. But Draco just leaned the rest of the way in.
Their first real kiss was amazing. It was everything both of them had imagined and more. The only thought running through both of their minds was, “I should have done this much sooner.”
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Author:
hd_obsessionSummary: The boys go out dancing. Truths are revealed. For
hd_falling's Merry Month of May Fest Warnings: Fluff.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys. If I did, they would definitely NOT be enemies
Word Count: 1,154
Beta: The amazing
kcstories I don’t know what I would have done without you babe!!!Prompt: May 23, 3007.
Draco Malfoy could never have imagined that one day he would end up best friends with Harry Potter.
Then again, Harry Potter never thought he would ever become best friend with Draco Malfoy either.
Both were currently working as Aurors; a surprising move on Draco’s part.
They had been ordered to work together on an assignment, and mostly for professional reasons, they had decided to put their past differences behind them. This had quickly led to them realizing how much they actually had in common.
It hadn’t taken them long before they’d grown to be inseparable.
Draco had always had a reputation of playing around, even back in their Hogwarts days. Boys or girls, it didn’t really matter.
Harry always acted like he didn’t care, but in actuality, he did.
Harry was generally considered straight, but those who knew him better, with the exception of Draco, were well aware that he was in fact Malfoysexual.
Harry only had eyes for Draco, something to which Draco was completely oblivious.
Harry was truly jealous of all of Draco’s conquests, and although he knew that he had a chance with Draco, himself, he also didn’t want to be just another notch on the blond’s bedpost. He wanted Draco to be his and his alone - for real; forever.
Draco, on his part, liked Harry in turn, but unfortunately he assumed that Harry was straight and so Draco never made his move.
Truthfully, though, Draco would have given up his lifestyle in a heartbeat should Harry have ever looked at him in that way. But Harry never would; of that Draco was practically convinced.
After they’d solved and tied up a particularly long case, which had involved rounding up rogue Death Eaters, Harry and Draco found themselves celebrating at D’Kama, a wizarding nightclub, in London. The club was bright, the music was contagious, and the drinks were flowing. The place was crowded and everywhere people were dancing and having a good time.
Initially, both Harry and Draco sat at the bar nursing their Firewhiskeys but then a very good-looking man asked Draco to dance.
Harry waved off his colleague, even though what he really wanted to do was to beg Draco to stay with him.
Harry turned to look at the two men dance, and even though quite a few people approached him and invited him to join them on the dance floor, Harry declined each and every time, preferring to remain seated where he was while keeping an eye on Draco instead.
As Harry watched Draco, who was basically gyrating against his dance partner, he knocked back his Firewhiskey and signaled to the bartender for another.
The music changed, but it didn’t seem as if Draco intended to switch dance partners any time soon. From his seat, Harry couldn’t help but notice the scene on the dance floor heating up and he quickly finished yet another glass. He’d lost count of how many Whiskeys he had already had.
Before Draco and his dance partner had the chance to start unzipping each other’s pants, Harry got up and headed out onto the dance floor. He didn’t presume that what he was about to do could possibly end well, but he tried to ignore such thoughts and pushed his way through the crowd to where Draco was.
Draco spotted Harry coming towards them and smiled widely. He also saw the telltale signs that Harry was drunk—a stilted walk, shaky hands, pupils wide—and he knew that it was time for Harry to go home.
Draco was surprised when Harry shoved the guy Draco was dancing with aside and slurred, “Mine” before dancing with Draco himself.
Draco was a bit miffed. What gave Harry the right to call Draco his and dance with him as if he fancied Draco? Besides, wasn’t Harry supposed to be straight?
But all such thoughts disappeared the moment Harry leaned in and kissed Draco for all he was worth. Draco melted into the kiss and his anger fast turned into confusion instead. Why would Harry be doing this? As much as Draco wanted to continue kissing Harry – after all, his dream was FINALLY coming true, he pushed Harry away instead.
“Harry, is this really what you want?”
Harry nodded and said, “Gods yes, I’ve wanted this for ages,” and he kissed Draco again.
Draco kissed back at first, but he really was afraid to mess up their friendship too. Maybe Harry wouldn’t even remember any of this in the morning… Quickly, he pulled away again.
“Harry, as much I want this, and Merlin, do I ever want this, you’re drunk.”
“’M not drunk. Juss a lil’ tipshhhhy,” Harry slurred.
Draco just shook his head and took a grumbling Harry home with him. There, he undressed Harry, down to his boxers, and tucked him into bed.
Harry tried pulling Draco in with him, but Draco knew himself well enough to realize that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he got into bed with Harry.
Draco fell asleep on his sofa, but not before he put a vial of Hangover potion on the bedside table for Harry to drink when he woke up.
When Harry woke up, bemoaning the foul taste in his mouth, the first thing he noticed was his surroundings. He gasped in shock. He hadn’t been sleeping in his own bed!
He looked around and realized that he was in fact in Draco’s bedroom. He saw Draco leaning against the door. Draco pointed to the Hangover potion and Harry downed it in one quick gulp. Snippets of the previous night came back to him and Harry all but freaked out.
“Draco, I’m so sorry. I have no idea what came over me last night,” Harry said, clutching his head in his hands and moaning.
Draco was taken aback and just a little hurt. He had expected Harry to regret his actions, but this much? Draco shook off his hurt and asked curiously, “Do you regret what happened, or only the way it did?”
Harry looked up and stammered uncertainly, “I… I don’t know.”
“Harry, tell me what you really feel. Last night you were drunk, yes. But were you also telling the truth?”
Harry bit his lip and finally answered, “Draco, I want you. I want you so bad and it hurts so bloody much when I see you with other people. I never acted on my feelings for you, because I didn’t want to spoil the fantastic friendship we have now. But I suppose last night’s actions probably didn’t help that friendship much either. I am glad my feelings are finally out in the open, though, but I’m still sorry I forced myself on you like I did.”
“Harry, maybe you don’t remember things too clearly, but I didn’t exactly stop you last night, did I? If you hadn’t noticed, I kind of feel the same way.”
Harry looked up at that. “Draco,” he began, “I don’t want to be just another notch on your bedpost. I don’t want to be just another guy. I couldn’t handle that, nor could our friendship. I want you to want only me, not any other guys or girls.”
Draco solemnly promised that Harry wouldn’t be just another notch. “Harry, I only went out with those other guys because you were unattainable.”
Harry got up from the bed and walked towards Draco. He leaned in and hesitated for a moment, giving Draco a chance to back out, should he want to. But Draco just leaned the rest of the way in.
Their first real kiss was amazing. It was everything both of them had imagined and more. The only thought running through both of their minds was, “I should have done this much sooner.”
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