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The music was loud and the air felt hot and heavy. Harry shivered. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Malfoy leaning against a wall, deep in conversation with Pansy Parkinson. His hair glinted in the flashing lights.
Malfoy was smiling and that in itself was a weird concept, even though it was not so unusual to see him without his signature smirk these days. He was poised and gorgeous – as always – and impeccably dressed – as always – and his fingers curled around his glass as he cradled it against his relaxed wrist. When his tongue darted out to chase a droplet of Firewhisky, Harry was shaken by a full-body shiver and had to look away, the potion still dancing in his system. He gulped down his own drink and considered what to do.
Taking the potion without reading the fine print had been a mistake – Harry had spent the whole day experiencing just how much. But he had made it this far; surely it made no sense to leave before talking to Malfoy?
Yet, how could he tell Malfoy – Malfoy whom he hadn’t seen in months; Malfoy who only graced Harry with a cursory nod when he delivered his potions to the Ministry, and barely said hello to Harry or even antagonised him anymore; Malfoy whom Harry had been pining for since the end of the war – how could Harry tell him that he needed… that he needed…
Harry’s body gave another shudder and he muttered a "Fuck" under his breath. He gestured at the bartender for another drink and rubbed his eyes. He was hard, flushed, and restless, and he should not be here at all.
The new drink slid in front of him a few seconds later and Harry closed both hands around it, trying to brace himself and calm his shivers. When he glanced back in Malfoy’s direction, Malfoy was gone.
“Potter,” a voice said to his right.
Harry jumped and turned around just in time to see Malfoy slide elegantly onto the stool next to him, an eyebrow raised.
Malfoy waved his wand and the music went low and muffled around them. “You’ve been staring all night.”
“Malfoy.” Harry let out a breath. He hoped his voice sounded steady enough and that the darkness around them hid his flushed cheeks. “Long time no see.”
“Is it?” Malfoy said, unconcerned. “What is the Saviour of the Wizarding World doing here all by himself on a Saturday night?”
“Ah,” Harry said. “Well…”
Malfoy’s arm accidentally brushed against Harry’s and Harry’s voice trailed off, his body shuddering. Malfoy’s head snapped in his direction, brow furrowed.
“Potter,” he said. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Harry let out a shaky laugh. “Kind of.”
“What do you mean kind of?”
Harry diverted his eyes, flushed, and so hard it was difficult not to pant. He gulped down the whole drink, then blinked, realising his glass was now empty. He licked his lips and made to gesture at the bartender to order another one.
“Potter.” Malfoy grabbed his arm to stop him and Harry, Merlin help him, keened, helpless and turned on.
Malfoy’s eyes snapped up to his, startled, and Harry closed his and wished for the ground to swallow him.
“Potter, you look very… drunk,” Malfoy said after a moment.
“Not enough, really.”
Malfoy’s hand tightened around his arm and Harry failed again to swallow a whimper.
“You look more than drunk. Merlin, Potter, was your drink spiked? Did someone drug you?”
He sounded alarmed, which was incongruous at best. Harry peeked at him behind heavy eyelids as Malfoy reached for his wand and performed a detection spell on the glass. He didn’t find anything, obviously, because that drink wasn't the drink that had caused the problem. Harry felt like chuckling, of all things.
“Nobody spiked my drink, Malfoy,” he said, eyes on Malfoy's wand. “But I am… ah… sort of… drugged, to use your term.”
Malfoy raised both eyebrows this time. “Explain.”
“Well, it’s… um.” Harry swallowed. “It’s why I’m here, actually. I was looking for you.”
He could probably have eased that in another way, but Merlin, he was so hard it hurt.
Malfoy cast a Muffliato around them and stared at him, waiting for Harry to speak, and Harry lost himself into his grey eyes. He shook himself. Or maybe his body gave an involuntary shudder again. He couldn’t tell anymore.
“Fuck.” Harry rubbed his eyelids. This was a terrible idea. What had he been thinking? He couldn’t tell Malfoy. He had to leave.
He tried to get up, but Malfoy’s hand tightened around his arm again, and Harry let out a resigned moan.
“Potter, for Merlin’s sake,” Malfoy hissed. “What’s happening to you?”
“Can’t... tell you,” Harry choked out. “I'm sorry. I have to go.”
“You just said you came here to talk to me.”
“I changed my mind.”
“No. Damn it, Potter. What got you in this state? What do you need?”
Malfoy’s hand slid up an inch as he asked What do you need? and Harry had to grasp the edge of his barstool. It had been such an innocent movement, an innocent question too really, but it was Malfoy and Harry was literally leaking in his trousers.
“Okay,” Harry shivered. “But this is going to be embarrassing.”
“I don’t expect anything less.”
“Merlin. It’s not just uncomfortable for me, you know. It’ll probably make you want to hex me or something.”
“I always want to hex you,” Malfoy scoffed. “Well?”
“Right,” Harry said. “Right.” He raised his left hand to his face, his right arm still cradled by Malfoy’s fingers. “So, you know those new… er… products that have been going around?”
“Products?”
“Um, those… er… sweets and potions for… for couples.”
Malfoy’s eyebrows shot in the air.
“Yeah, so… I was trying to see if… you know… there were any that one could use by oneself, so to speak. And they do have this line that lets you… well, you can imagine things and… and they will feel like your… uh… partner is actually doing them to you, right? Even though they aren’t actually there in the room with you.” Harry licked his lips. “Or involved at all.”
“Right,” Malfoy said, looking faint. “What happened then? Did the Weaslette…?”
That caught Harry off guard. “What does this have to do with Ginny?”
“You said… never mind. Please go on.”
“We broke up years ago, Merlin.” Harry said. “No. So, like… I was using that. By myself. And… and apparently I didn’t… I didn’t read the fine print.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?” His hand was warm and solid on Harry’s forearm and Harry wondered why it was still there. “Go on. What did you do?”
Now that he had focused on Malfoy’s hand, Harry couldn’t think of anything else. “Wait. I need a drink for this.”
“What did the fine print say?” Malfoy pressed on.
Harry waved at the bartender. He could feel Malfoy’s eyes on him, burning. He could feel his thumb circle lightly. Harry’s heart was loud in his ears.
“S-See that’s the thing. It said… it said that the potion did indeed do that, you know, make you feel what you were imagining exactly as if your… er… partner was there, but… but you see, it doesn’t…” He swallowed. “It doesn’t let you come until they're actually there with you.”
“Ah.” Malfoy said. His eyes darted down to Harry’s groin and Harry wished he could actually combust on the spot. “I see.”
Harry picked up his new drink and buried his nose in the glass to avoid Malfoy’s gaze.
“And you are telling me about your glorified wank gone wrong because?”
“Right…” Harry said. “So the thing is –” He took a sip, glancing up at Malfoy’s amused face, and all his courage left him. “No, I can’t do this.”
“Morgana’s tits, Potter…” Malfoy said, tightening his hold on Harry’s arm again before he could stand up. “After all you just told me, what could possibly be so…”
“I was imagining you,” Harry blurted out. He felt Malfoy freeze next to him. “I was imagining you, alright? And… and I couldn’t come. I’ve been hard since this morning Malfoy, Merlin, and haven’t… I can actually just wait until M-Monday you know, they’ll send me the antidote, b-but I was going insane a-and… and I thought… Well no, I clearly wasn’t thinking…”
He dared to glance at Malfoy who looked shell-shocked.
“Potter,” he said. “What are you saying?”
“What do you think I’m saying?” Harry said, both turned on and exasperated.
“What do I know?!” Malfoy snapped, throwing his hands in the air, composure gone. Harry couldn’t look away. “When you first brought this up, a moment ago, I thought you needed an antidote and were too embarrassed to ask! I didn’t think that you... that you...”
He was looking at Harry with wonder now.
“Oh,” Harry said. That hadn’t even occurred to him. Of course, Malfoy made potions for a living, so he could have just… Fuck. Harry might not have had to tell him he had been wanking over him at all. “Yes, that… that would work too.”
Malfoy stared at him in disbelief. Then he just growled, which shouldn’t have been so hot, but it definitely, definitely was. He got up, grabbed Harry’s arm, and dragged him away.
“What… Malfoy!”
What was happening? Did Malfoy want to fuck him? Punch him? Drag him home to make him an antidote and send him away followed by a stinging hex? Anything was possible.
They stumbled out of the venue. Malfoy pushed Harry against the closest wall, pressed flush against him, and kissed him hard.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned, shaken by a full-body shiver. His hands flew to Malfoy’s hips.
“Yes, yes,” Malfoy said. He trailed a hand down Harry’s side and buried his face in Harry’s neck to mouth at the soft skin there. Harry whined. “Fuck, you’re so responsive. Merlin, Potter, one doesn’t just show up after fucking months, hard and… and… clearly in a state,” he pressed his groin to Harry's and Harry moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head, “and tells his arch-nemesis they’ve been wanking over them – what is wrong with you?”
“Fuck,” Harry said again, hands running up and down Malfoy's sides and back. He had half a mind to snort at the “arch-nemesis” comment, but fuck. Malfoy was hard.
“I said yes, Potter, do keep up.”
“Merlin,” Harry said.
“Where do you want to be fucked? Not in an alley, I’m hoping.”
“No.” Malfoy’s body rolled against him and Harry gasped. “No, my... my place?”
Malfoy nipped at Harry’s earlobe.
“Apparate us,” he said, and Harry Apparated them before his mind could formulate the next thought.
~*~
“This really was too easy,” Harry gasped once they tumbled into his bedroom and Malfoy’s mouth found his again. “Are you going to blackmail me? Should I expect anything?”
“No.” Malfoy scraped his teeth against Harry’s jaw. His chest was pressed flush against Harry’s, his left hand steady on Harry’s lower back. “I’m going to fuck you. You should expect me to fuck you. In about five seconds.”
“Then we are in complete agreement,” Harry gasped. He discarded his shirt and let Malfoy walk him back towards the bed; then he reached for his jeans, arched up, and took everything off.
Malfoy, fully dressed, stared down at him.
“Merlin, look at you.” He reached out to move his hands up and down Harry’s thighs, almost reverently. “I can’t believe you did that, I can’t believe you came to look for me – what is wrong with you -”
He pressed down on Harry and kissed him.
“Well,” Harry said, turned on beyond measure by Malfoy’s clothed body against his naked one. “You don’t seem too disappointed by the current turn of events.”
“I'm not,” Malfoy said, and kissed him furiously, He bit Harry’s lip and moved back to look at him.
Harry was sure he was flushed all over, aching and hard, and couldn’t care less.
“What would you have done if you hadn’t found me?” Malfoy’s hand closed around him, and Harry moaned and bucked up, back arching.
“I – I don’t know,” Harry said. His hand slid up of its own accord and curled around the soft nape of Malfoy’s neck, slipping under the pristine collar of his shirt, caressing the delicate skin there. “Died of blue balls?”
Malfoy snorted and let Harry drag his head close again and lick into his mouth.
They snogged for a while, Harry rubbing himself up against Malfoy’s clothed body, leaking all over the fabric and shuddering with it.
Malfoy’s kisses were open and wet, full of intent. Harry had not expected this enthusiastically willing Malfoy at all. He thought he might get a wank in the loo, if he was very persuasive. He had even considered begging Malfoy to let Harry suck him off while Harry took care of himself. But that had been it. He had not expected to be pinned down on his own bed and thoroughly snogged. He had not expected to want to be snogged for so long when he was already so desperate to come. He had not expected to just want to let Malfoy take this in whatever direction he wanted.
“Tell me, Harry.” Malfoy nuzzled at his throat and Harry whined at the sound of his name, a different thrill coursing through him, warm and hopeful. He reached to untuck Malfoy’s shirt out of his trousers and slid his hands on warm skin. “How long have you been wanking over me?”
“Fuck,” Harry groaned. He pressed up and tried to take Malfoy’s shirt off him at the same time. “Please.”
“Potter.”
“Years,” Harry choked. “Fuck, Malfoy, I don’t know. Since sixth year? It wasn’t… it wasn’t the same before, though. But – but definitely since the end of the war. Can you please… Merlin, I need…”
Malfoy had pulled back to look at him, startled, but Harry just needed to touch – he needed...
He vanished Malfoy’s clothes with a wandless spell.
“Merlin,” Malfoy said. He settled back on Harry, their cocks touching. Harry shuddered. “You have no filters today. Did you douse yourself in Veritaserum too?”
“D-Don’t think so," Harry said. "Don’t need it. What’s to hide anyway? Can’t get – ah – any more embarrassing than letting you see in what state I got myself in b-because of how much I want you.”
Malfoy’s intake of breath was light against Harry’s lips. He rolled his hips down and heat coiled in Harry’s belly.
Harry groaned and flipped them around, slowing the pace.
“You. are. so.” Harry told Malfoy’s throat, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. He wanted to map how to get those moans out of him, how to make Malfoy’s whole body seize up to meet him.
“So what?” Malfoy breathed out.
“Incredible. Hot. Gorgeous. Fuck.”
“Merlin,” Malfoy moaned, looking dazed. “I don’t understand you at all.”
He dragged his nails up Harry’s spine and into his hair, tightened his grip, and Harry shuddered violently. He kissed Malfoy on the mouth, hot and desperate.
“Draco.” Malfoy shivered against him. “You said you were going to fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
Malfoy let out a noise and surged up to kiss him again. Harry felt like he was basking in how right he felt under him. How they should have done this years ago.
Then Malfoy spun them around again and settled on Harry, nipping at his throat and grinding down on him. Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“The mouth on you,” Malfoy said, muffled against Harry’s throat. “I wouldn’t have thought –” He moved back to sit on his thighs and stare at Harry and Harry swallowed. He looked wild, hair flying in all directions, deliciously rumpled, hard. Harry had never ever wanted anyone more.
Malfoy’s hand closed around him, starting to stroke him again, and Harry writhed on the bed, feeling delirious. His sensations were heightened by the potion, his mind in a mush, and he just wanted to give himself over.
“Fuck,” Malfoy said again.
“Malfoy. Please. I’m too c-close for this.” He choked, tried again. “Please.”
Malfoy nodded, and when Harry heard the sound of the Lubrication Spell, he almost sobbed with relief.
“Please.”
Malfoy licked his lips and opened Harry’s legs. His hands moved down, down; his eyes were intent on Harry.
Harry was so gone, he was trembling continuously – and Malfoy hadn’t even touched him there yet.
Malfoy parted his cheeks to smear some lube around his hole. He leaned closer as he did that, so Harry could only gasp against his mouth.
Then he slid a finger slid in.
Harry whined. He tried to move away, to press forward. He felt out of control.
“Shhh,” Malfoy said, licking into his mouth. “I’ve got you.”
“Fuck. Please.”
“What were you thinking of?” Malfoy's voice rough.
“W–What?”
“While you were wanking.”
He slid a second finger in and Harry shuddered. “You.”
“Details, Potter.”
“You. Anything. Tying me up. Or – Or not. Fucking me at the Ministry. Fucking me at Hogwarts. Merlin. Marking me everywhere. Letting me suck you off in a loo. Making me take it. Just kissing m-” He choked and shut his mouth. That was too much. He should stop talking.
But Malfoy moved back to stare at him and looked wild when he said: “And the potion made you feel all that?“
And Harry could just mewl: “Yes” and “Please”.
Malfoy growled. He leaned in to kiss Harry hard and slid another finger in, finding Harry’s prostate, hitting squarely on it.
Harry thrashed and howled, the sound sucked in by Malfoy’s tongue.
“Enough. Please. I’m going to… I want...”
“Yes,” Malfoy hissed and removed his fingers.
Harry pulled Malfoy in for another kiss while Malfoy took himself in hand and lined himself up.
“Yeah,” Harry breathed against Malfoy's lips. He bit Malfoy’s lower lip, stretched it out. “Please.”
It was Malfoy’s turn to shudder. “You beg so sweetly,” he murmured and pushed in.
Harry groaned. He had assumed this part would feel uncomfortable, due to the potion heightening his senses, but it didn’t. It just felt... too much.
Malfoy slid in slowly until he bottomed out then he stopped, resting his forehead against Harry’s, lips parted and eyes closed.
Harry pressed his lips on the corner of his mouth, desperately, vaguely wondering how they'd gone from barely talking to this.
When Malfoy opened his eyes again he was looking at Harry in awe.
“Good?” Malfoy asked shakily. “Is the potion making it more uncomfortable?”
“More than,” Harry choked. Malfoy frowned. “I meant, yes, it is more than good. No, I’m not feeling any discomfort at all. I think... It probably took care of it, actually.” He tilted his head up tentatively, kissing Malfoy’s soft mouth.
Malfoy’s tongue curled around his, making him shudder. Merlin. Malfoy was inside him. And on top of him. And kissing him.
A wild thought flashed through Harry’s mind, the desire to have Malfoy perform Legilimency on him right now, in the middle of this. To have Malfoy inside him in every way possible; to let him take him completely.
Fuck. Malfoy was right. What was wrong with him?
Malfoy nibbled at his bottom lip, slid his tongue in to chase Harry’s.
“Not even the usual discomfort?”
It was a fair enough question because Malfoy wasn’t small, but Harry…
“I wouldn’t know,” he said without thinking. His whole body was so focused on the feeling of Malfoy, that it took Harry a moment to realise what he had just said.
Malfoy looked like someone had hexed him. “What?”
“Oh,” Harry said. “I haven’t... done this before. I’ve done some stuff! Just not...”
Malfoy closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath, clearly trying to get a hold of himself. It didn’t seem to work, however, because he suddenly slid out and slammed back in again, and Harry arched back as he cried out.
Malfoy came down to bite at Harry’s neck, pinching his left nipple.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me.” He licked sweetly around the bite, flicked Harry's nipple again. “You idiot.”
Harry groaned.
“I would have…” Malfoy licked into Harry’s mouth. “...taken...” He kissed his jaw “...my time with you.” He kissed Harry’s eyelids.
“Too turned on,” Harry panted. “Needed – Ah! – Didn’t want to talk – didn’t want you to take any more time. Need t-to come, Malfoy. Like, ten hours ago. Please.”
“Fuck.” Malfoy said. He did speed up then, thrusting into Harry, closing his hand around Harry’s erection.
Harry could feel tears at the corner of his eyes, which was probably pathetic all considered, but he had been turned on for so long he didn’t care.
“Draco”, he chanted, “Draco, Draco, Draco.”
Malfoy breathed shakily against his temple and Harry came so hard he blacked out.
~*~
When he came to, Malfoy was lying on top of him, arm draped across his chest. Harry moved his head an inch to kiss Malfoy’s shoulder then cast a wandless Cleaning Spell on both of them.
“Fuck,” Malfoy muttered against his chest. “You are trying to kill me.”
“Would prefer you alive and well-rested,” Harry mumbled nuzzling at his throat. “Ready for round two.” He placed a kiss on his neck.
Malfoy was so hot. And messed up. And Harry had been pining for him since they had both started working with the Ministry. He had been in love with him since... probably since when Malfoy hadn’t given Harry away at the Manor. Lying in bed now, Harry felt the urge to make Malfoy happy – which was all sorts of weird considering their history, but there you go.
He kissed Malfoy’s cheekbone, his neck, sucked a quiet mark behind his ear.
Malfoy shivered and raised his head to look at him. “Are you still under the effect…”
Harry shook his head. “No. Just…” He stared at Malfoy’s mouth helplessly. “Want to taste you,” he mumbled, his tongue darting out to lick at Malfoy’s lower lip. “Can’t think of anything else now.”
“Merlin, you are a menace,” Malfoy shuddered. “A sex fiend.”
Harry grinned and Malfoy kissed him, sweet and lazy.
Warmth coiled in Harry’s stomach. He wondered if Malfoy would see him again after today. He wondered if Malfoy would fuck him again; if he would indeed agree to perform Legilimency on Harry while buried deep inside him.
He wondered if he would go straight to the Prophet with it.
His self-preservation must be shit at this point when it concerned Malfoy, because he didn’t even care.
“Draco,” Harry whispered against Malfoy’s lips before Malfoy could say anything about having to leave. Or worse. “Let me make you breakfast.”
Malfoy pulled back and stared at him.
“Breakfast?”
“Or… or… dinner? I don’t know what time it is.”
“You want to make me breakfast.”
“Or dinner,” Harry said. “Lunch? Tea?”
Malfoy scoffed, but then his face just opened up in a grin.
Harry leaned up to kiss him.
“You are ridiculous,” Malfoy said. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“You called me Draco.” He looked choked. “I’ve been inside you.” His fingers ran down Harry’s body and reached his abused hole. He stroked it gently with one finger. Harry shivered. “Yes, Harry, you can make me breakfast.”
Harry grinned up at him, the feeling in his heart warm and bright as the sun.
“Okay, Draco,” he said. “Breakfast.” And he kissed his throat gently before sliding out of bed.