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Harry loves nights like these. He loves going undercover in the muggle word. He loves getting the job done. He loves any excuse to go out to a club. Most of all, he loves doing it with his Auror partner, Draco Malfoy. They just fit together; their magic, thinking, and dueling styles complement each other in a way he has never found with anyone else in the Auror department.
Harry knows he views Draco more than his Auror partner. He likes more than what he had liked in his other partners. He likes the way his hips sway as he walks, the way his hair falls when it gets windy, the way he smiles to himself when he thinks no one is looking, everything about him Harry can’t seem to forget.
It has been like this for well over four years now, but he has found a way to get around the distraction that is Draco Malfoy: Rules.
Rule 1: No touching of any kind (includes passing touches of hands, shoulders, legs, etc.)
Rule 2: No one - on - one drinks (if business related, then rule does not apply)
Rule 3: No going to each others houses
Rule 4: No talk of sex, preferences, relationships, or flirting
Rule 5: No (border-line) stalking or following of any kind
These rules have worked for many years, and although Draco did not know these rules were applied to their relationship, he rarely crossed them. There had been a few times he had mentioned his newest boyfriend and their break up, but that was seemingly unavoidable when the two men were together 40 hours a week.
Draco had once even mentioned that Harry never talked about his love life, to which he replied, “There isn’t anything to tell. I don’t go out with just any bloke.” Harry remembers the surprised look on his partner's face when he said that. He has never been able to figure out why, whether Draco was surprised about Harry’s lack of love life, or if he had given the impression he was a slag, or if Draco has somehow been unaware of his queerness.
Now, while undercover, rules 1 and 4 did not apply. Draco and Harry work in the Auror Department of Muggle Incidents which often meant going undercover in sketchy places. As both are clearly gay men, they find it easier to act as a couple or two men interested in each other than any other options. Harry is grateful for this as it helps to feed his late night imaginations more than he would like to admit.
However, specific cases, like this one, are his favorite. They are assigned to go undercover in a gay bar in muggle London. There are 3 bars in the area which have had reports of individuals leaving with men in ‘a trance like state’. At first, the muggle authorities assumed it was a case of ruffies, but after one of their own detectives was ‘tranced’ with no report of drugs in his system, they were forced to reach out to the wizarding community.
It was clear when the file landed on Malfoy’s desk the morning before that they were to look for a lust potion. Which one? They were not quite sure. From the information they had they knew that the men would order a drink and then leave with someone only minutes after, even when showing no interest in the men they left with the entire night. The drink goes directly from the bartender's hand (not the same bartender each time) to the victims. The victims would have full memory of the events and, although they could not explain their reason for their actions, they would chalk it up to too much alcohol.
As wizards, and good ones at that, Harry and Draco were able to uncover a bit more about the potion. It did not mimic love. The places that were using it were calling the drink “lust”. It was most likely red or pink with a sweet aftertaste; meaning it could not be used in shots, but rather in mixed drinks or cocktails. It seemed to affect wizards more than muggles as it somehow (they haven’t gotten enough information yet) connected itself to the magical core before dissolving after 12 hours. For muggles it lasted only about 6 hours.
“Not a lot to go on if I'm honest.” Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair while leaning back in his chair.
“It certainly isn’t.” Draco replied, crossing his arms and looking across to Harry, following the movement of his hand.
“What do you reckon our game plan should be?” Asked Harry.
“The usual. You should order the drink for me, give some type of indicator if you were given “lust” and then we will bring it back to the lab.” Draco stated as he scribbled down notes.
“Right. Okay. What bar should we go to tonight? I’m thinking of Circa Embankment first.” Harry knew the club, having gone there a few times in his younger years, a perfect place to start if you asked him.
“Okay. I will arrive at 11 and…”
“I come in at 11:15, I know, we have done this a million times.” Harry finished his sentence. A small smirk sat on Draco’s lips which made Harry quickly look away.
The plan was always the same when it came to potions in a muggle club:
Step 1: Draco arrives 15 minutes before Harry. He sits at the far side of the bar with a drink similar to the color of the potion they are looking for, in this case a vodka cranberry.
Step 2: Harry arrives exactly 15 minutes later. He sits on the closer side of the bar and asks the bartender if they noticed anyone with ‘the fit blonde’. Of course they say no. Harry then makes his way to Draco asking to buy him a drink.
Step 3: They move to the dance floor for 2 songs, playing it up as if they are interested in each other (Harry isn’t faking. Draco…probably is? It's all professional in Harry’s mind)
Step 4: Harry goes back to the bar, having already made small talk with the bartender, and asks for said potion, in this case “lust”. Draco asks what is taking so long. Harry then makes a signal (hand around his waist if it worked or hand on hips if it did not) to let Draco know if he should drink the drink or bring it back to the lab.
Step 5: They go on the dance floor for one more song, making sure to whisper in each other's ear as if discussing when to leave together.
Step 6: They stumbled out of the club together.
It was a fool proof plan really. It has worked countless times before and tonight should have been no different. It was like any other classic scene in a club, just two people meeting, drinking, dancing, then leaving. So when Draco sat down at the far side of the bar at exactly 11:00 pm and ordered a vodka cranberry he relaxed into his seat, feeling as confident as ever.
Step 1: Complete
Draco had gathered enough intel to know that oftentimes the more 'feminine’ looking man was the one who became the victim. Whether it was because of internalized homophobia, sexism, or toxic masculinity he wasn’t sure, but he knew his outfit choices would match the profile.
Draco wore a cropped mesh black top with lace details, it was form fitting allowing his toned abdomen to be seen. He paired it with low waisted leather pants. It was simple; sexy. Draco could admit he didn’t need much to look good. He had the type of face that attracted attention without trying; not to mention with his striking blonde hair more grown out it was like he was a beckoning light for masculine gay men. To further this theory he had already turned down three men before Harry walked in only 15 minutes later. Draco allowed himself to stare, he did have to act interested in the man after all, although no acting was needed as he had never gotten over his childhood crush and now turned something a bit deeper than a crush. It didn’t help that Harry and him were practically forced to be together and in close proximity daily.
He watched Harry walk in and take a quick look around to spot his partner. Harry was a different kind of effortlessly sexy; as in he did not put in any effort whatsoever and it showed, but it also worked for him. Draco doubted Harry even put effort into his outfit; he was wearing tight fitted gray joggers and a white slightly crop shirt with a large star on it. He did add a few pieces of jewelry like a chain and small earrings and a nose ring. This was enough to have Draco barely be able to tear his eyes away from him. He could only imagine what every other man was thinking when this literal sex symbol walked through the doors.
Harry took a seat at the close side of the bar at exactly 11:15 pm. He signaled with his hand for the bartender who made her way over to him.
“What can I get ya?” She spoke, not even looking up to the man in front of her.
“Just a whiskey please.” Harry answered. Harry watched Draco on the other side, as it was part of their plan, of course, no other reason. He watched as the men around Draco stared at him like he was something to be eaten. It was disgusting really. Have some respect for other people.
“Here you are.” The lady said, setting down Harry’s drink before turning away.
“Let me ask you something,” Harry started, making the bartender finally look at him, “that fit blonde over there,” he nodded in Draco’s direction who was now circling the glass with his finger, “did he come here with any of these blokes?”
“Ha! No, he is alone. However, he doesn’t seem very interested in anyone here. I’ve been watching him turn down everyone who came up to him. I wouldn’t try it honey.” She warned.
“Hm. I think I will take my chances. I tend to like them hostile.” Harry winked at her before making his way to Draco.
Step 2: Complete
“Hi.” Harry said, placing his hand in front of Draco’s almost empty drink on the bar top.
“Hi?” Draco responded looking up at Harry with his gorgeous eyes.
“May I buy you a drink?” Harry asked, a smile lighting up his face.
“Depends. What do you get out of it? Cause it won’t be me in your bed tonight.” Draco rolled his eyes, making it more believable to the bartender who was intensely watching them. Harry made a note of that.
“No need to go that far, blondie. Let’s say this, you get a drink and I get a dance partner for the night? That sound fair to you?” Harry knew this was the line that worked, not only in this situation, but in real scenarios too.
“Possibly.” Draco added, finishing his drink in one gulp and sliding the glass in Harry’s direction.
“Oh, Miss bartender!” Harry sang, although he was aware of her already listening to their interaction.
“What can I do for you?” She asked, eyes staring deep into his green ones.
“This catch right here, oh I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” Harry said, finishing his sentence staring at Draco. They always pick different names on their cases, just in case.
“Caleb” Draco responded.
“Right. Can I get my hot date,” He stopped to wink at Draco and Draco was sure he melted in his seat, “Caleb another drink, a vodka cranberry if I’m guessing correctly.” Harry pretended to wait for a correction that, of course, never came.
“Sure thing.” The bartender almost smirked. She was clearly entertained by the two men, just as she should be as it was all a show for her.
She had made the drink relatively fast for how busy the club was. “Here ya go. Now don’t break his heart sweetie.” She spoke to Draco.
“I cannot promise that.” He laughed. Harry decided at that moment he could listen to Draco laugh forever, it was like a breath of fresh air in the summer, it warmed his entire being.
“Now that you have a drink…I believe you owe me a dance or two.” Harry offered his hand to Draco who was sitting still. He reluctantly took the hand and allowed Harry to guide him to the dance floor. This was both men's favorite part of the night. They had to blend in and they made sure they made the most of it.
The music was loud and vibrating the floor. It was club music, the kind you move to in a way you hope your mother never sees. Harry always grabbed Draco by the hips and pulled him close. He would whisper something into Draco’s ear, tonight it was, “Caleb is a shit name. You have picked better ones.” Draco didn’t respond, instead he rolled his eyes and grabbed tightly onto Harry’s bicep. It was Draco’s favorite part to touch on Harry and he made it known every time they went undercover.
There were bodies all around them, none a threat. This is where both men, unannounced to each other, allowed themselves to act how they really wanted to. Draco would keep himself pressed up against Harry and allow his hips to sway to the music, it created a wonderful friction that gave Harry a look of deep desire. Draco knew it had nothing to do with him, it was human nature when an attractive person danced and rubbed on you to get at least a little turned on, but he liked to pretend it wasn’t that. He liked to pretend it was because Harry wanted him back.
Harry let himself feel the way Draco ran his hands up his arms to his neck until they were in his hair. He felt the rhythm of Draco’s movements and let his hands keep control of his motions. He would occasionally let his hands go further around Draco onto his lower back, never lower, as again this was only business. He would however let his knee slip between Draco’s legs a little. It allowed him to feel more, give at least a little pleasure to the man he wanted to make feel so good but couldn’t.
As the song changed, so did the men's positions: Draco's back was now flushed against Harry’s front. The beat picked up and their bodies followed suit. Harry ran his hands up Draco’s shirt feeling the soft muscles of abs and pecks. He let himself explore parts of Draco he definitely shouldn’t be able to touch, but soaked in the warmth under his hands. His ass was grinding perfectly against Harry’s dick, “We should head up to the bar after this song,” Harry started to whisper into Draco’s ear before gasping a little at the very wanted friction, “See if they have what we want.” He finished.
“Seems like I have what you want right now.” Draco turned his head to speak, being impossibly close to Harry’s lips. His eyes dropped from the green eyes to the pink lips before turning around again to face Harry head on. They continued to dance and sway, half hard cocks rubbing against each other. It was intoxicating. Draco left each of these cases wanting more, but that was unwise and unwanted. He forced the thoughts out of his head as the song changed, the moment was gone, it’s all part of their job.
“Waist is do not drink and hips are in the clear.” Harry reminded Draco before heading to the bar.
Step 3: Complete
Harry makes his way back to the bar, tucking himself up to his waistband. He arrives and it seems the woman bartender is already waiting for him, “Seems like you are having fun.” She says glancing down at his bulge.
“How can I not with a bloke like him?” Harry laughs. “Can I get another whiskey?” Harry asks.
“Sure, what would Caleb like?” She responded.
“Well I was wondering if,” Harry leans in closer, “you had a drink called lust here?” He asks, eyes growing serious as he flashes them up at her. He smiles a little just to make sure she got the hint.
“I’m sorry I don’t think we do, at least I’ve never heard of it.” She replies slightly confused. “I can make it if you know the ingredients.” She offers.
“Ah, no, that’s okay I will just get him a…” Harry is interrupted by Draco coming up behind him resting his hands on Harry’s arms.
“I was promised another drink. Where is it?” Draco says, right on script.
“I’m just ordering it now.” Harry waits for Draco to stand next to him to place his hand on his hip, his finger slipping slighting under his waistband. “Just a whiskey and vodka cran please.” He flashes a warm smile at the bartender before she moves to the other side of the bar to make it.
“Fuck, I didn’t choose a good spot to watch her make it.” Harry mumbles into his glass, finishing his previous drink. After his gulp he adds, “She didn’t seem to know any drink by that name. We got the wrong bar.”
As she walks over, both drinks in hand, she sets them down with the whiskey in front of Harry and the vodka cran in front of ‘Caleb’. Harry pays for the drinks and gives a small cheers to Draco, “To meeting the best dance partner I’ve ever had” Harry exclaims while clicking the glasses. Both men drink the entirety of their glasses before heading back to the dance floor. They couldn’t just leave after getting another drink, it would be too suspicious, not that either of them were complaining.
Step 4: Complete
They resumed their dancing face to face, hands roaming over each other. Draco was the first to whisper this time, “She is still watching us”
“I know. I swear she didn’t know what I was talking about. She even asked if I knew how to make the drink.” Harry replied.
“Weird” was all Draco said.
“We will leave in a couple minutes.” Harry whispered, now focusing on the way Draco moved so deliciously against him. Draco ran his hands through Harry’s already fucked up hair, tugging it a little just because he could.
Step 5: Complete
Harry looked down at their bodies. They were so close and saw Draco was just as turned on as he was, if not more. He let it go to his head, that he was the one who got Draco all riled up. It was bliss. He moved his hands down Draco’s lower back again, itching to touch his ass. Harry swore under his breath, he had watched, dreamt, and fantasized about Draco’s ass and here it was just an inch away. Harry had to contain himself. Or so he thought.
Harry felt one of Draco’s hands leave his hair and placed it on Harry’s arm pushing it down so he could, finally, have his hand grip at the flesh of his ass. Harry felt himself grow harder. Draco’s hand soon returned to Harry’s hair tugging harder than the times before pulling his head back a little. Draco’s lips immediately latched to Harry’s neck. He was kissing and biting and licking Harry’s neck and ear lobe. Harry let himself grunt at the pleasure that was spiking in him. Not only did he finally get to grip Draco, but now he was kissing Harry in such a sensitive place. It was too good to be true…wait.
Harry quickly backed a step away from Draco, who he now noticed was fully hard and panting.
“Are you okay, Draco?” Harry asked, holding the man back as he tried repeatedly to close the gap.
“I want you, please take me home.” Draco huffed, running his hand down Harry’s chest and resting his hand on Harry’s dick.
“Something isn’t right. Draco did you notice anything different about your drink?” Harry was panicking. He just fucking poisoned his partner on accident. FUCK.
“Take me home with you. I want to feel you in me.” Draco replied, moving his hand into Harry’s pants, but before he could Harry grabbed the hand and dragged him towards the door.
Step 6: Abort
As they walked past the bar the bartender yelled, “Have a fun night you two!” Harry looked at her and winked, mouthing a ‘Thank you’ before walking out of the club. He and Draco went straight to the Auror’s department.
The two men apparated into their office and Harry quickly ran to his desk. He needed to speak to Head Auror Shacklebolt about this situation and run tests on Draco immediately.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I let this happen. I’m so sorry Draco.” Harry spoke, turning around to Draco for the first time since entering the office.
Draco was shirtless and quickly undoing his pants, “I am not sorry. I love a little office sex. Nothing better than getting bent over a desk.”
“No, no, no.” Harry’s eyes widened, quickly taking Draco’s hands away from his pant’s button. “Just give me one moment before that.” Harry quickly casted a patronus with the message: Urgant. Come to Office ASAP.
“I’m sick of waiting for you. I want you so badly, Harry.” Draco whined as he turned Harry around from where he had just casted the spell.
Draco’s blue eyes were muddled with swirls of pink and his heartbeat was exceptionally fast. Not to mention the most obvious boner which did not waver. He cornered Harry until he fell onto his office chair, seizing the opportunity to climb on top of him and straddle himself down.
Harry was in panic mode. This was a wet dream for him, literally, he thinks he dreamt of this exact scene just a few months ago, but Draco was laced with a lust potion, was not in control of his body or emotions, and would remember everything even after the potion wore off. Yet, Harry felt Draco’s hands move from his hair, to his neck, to his chest, and downward and he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel amazing. Draco ground down on him with soft moans and gave little kisses to Harry’s jaw and neck. Sadly, in Harry’s mind, this only further confirmed that Draco would be an absolute fantastic and mind-blowing lover, which made him want to give in, just for a second, to his lovely touches, but that is fucked up on so many levels.
“Draco, please, stop. This is just the potion, you are going to beat yourself up over this once it’s out of your system. I swear you do not actually want this.” Harry cupped Draco’s face to stop the kisses and look into his eyes. He wasn’t sure if this was the type of potion Draco could fight against, but it was worth a try.
“I can promise you I won’t regret this. All I can think about is you shagging me. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.” Draco replied, his hands moving again to free his own cock from his pants.
“Draco, stand up.” Harry used an assertive tone, hoping this would give better results than his pleading, and it did.
Draco stood up, off of Harry, and stared down at him with hope and lust in his eyes. There was a beautiful blush that covered his body, he was slightly out of breath, and completely dazed by desire.
“Okay, good, now I’m going to stand up, and you are going to stay right there, without moving.” Harry added, slowly standing.
As if Shackelbolt could hear Harry’s cries of help? Pleasure? He came running into the office. He was met with a very odd scene of a half naked and very horny Auror Malfoy and confused and cautious Auror Potter.
“And what is going on here?” He asked.
“I fucked up. I thought the drink was safe, but the potion ‘Lust’ was in it. I had no idea, I made so many rookie mistakes, and now Auror Malfoy is well…under the effects of the potion.” Harry rushed out, feeling the full guilt of the situation rest upon his shoulders.
“Have we been caught or is Head Auror Shacklebolt our third?” Draco asked, holding his shirt in his hands, trying to figure out if he should put it on or keep it off.
“As you can see…he is quite out of it.” Harry explained. “He thinks I brought him here to, well, take advantage of the potion effects...if you get what I’m saying.”
“Right well, Auror’s please follow me to the lab.” Shacklebolt commanded as he walked out.
“Alright Draco, let’s go. Can you put on your shirt please.” Harry felt like he was dealing with a sex demon, it wasn’t that far off actually.
“Fine. I expect to end up in your bed tonight though.” Draco grunted, he was beyond frustrated and overall confused as to why Harry didn’t want him like he wanted Harry.
The tests, samples, paperwork, and reports took many many hours to complete. The lab had tested for over a dozen possible lust potions that Draco may have been under, it was almost certainly a mix of many lust, obsession, and touch potions. There was no antidote to it, but some of the aspects were lessened by the counter potions. For example, Draco was no longer trying to fuck Harry, or anyone for that matter, every second. He was considerably less confused and more coherent as to what was going on around him. However, he was still flirty, turned on, and overtly suggestive to anyone that would give him attention. Sadly, it seemed a lot of people were enjoying ‘the office siren’ flirts and touches. It annoyed Harry to no end, this man was under the effects of a very serious potion and leaning into the effects seem to only make it worse in this particular scenario.This had nothing to do with the burning jealousy Harry felt everytime Draco turned his attention away from him, every time he touched someone knee that wasn’t Harry’s, every time he said something sexual to someone else.
By the time they were out of the lab it was already two in the morning and some paperwork still needed to be done, but Harry decided to leave the rest for after the weekend. Draco and Harry had to stop back at the Head Auror’s office before leaving for the night. This was not the first time an undercover Auror had taken a potion that was under investigation, so Harry had somewhat expected what was coming when they entered his office.
“So, Auror Draco, I do not think it is a good idea for you to be left alone while under the effects of this potion. Would you agree?” Shackelbolt asked.
“I don’t see why not, considering I will be completely alone.” Draco was a bit confused as to why he or someone else would be in danger if he was alone.
“Well, what if someone shows up at your place? A few people know about your condition and if I may say, seem to be taking advantage of it, which I will be talking to them about tomorrow. That gives me worry for who might have ill intentions with you or may want to spin this ordeal into something it isn’t.” Shackelbolt explained.
“I agree. I think it is better to be safe than sorry. No offense Draco, but you really should have trusted eyes on you. There may be more side effects that we haven’t seen yet.” Harry added, although not entirely sure he had a say in this conversation.
“I’m happy you feel that way Auror Potter, I think Auror Draco should stay with you until the potion wears off.” Shackelbolt admitted, closing the papers on his desk to signify this was a final decision.
Harry’s eyes went wide, he was happy to do it, but concerned about his self control if he was honest with himself. He had barely kept it together earlier in their office, and although Draco was not constantly trying to sleep with him now, he was promptly hinting at it almost every minute. “I would be happy to, but I feel since I was the one who gave Draco the drink, it seems the effects are stronger when it comes to me.” Harry argued.
“Non-sense, the test discovered that who gave him the potion has no effect on how strong the desire he is feeling is. Auror Draco, do you have a problem with this arrangement?” The Head Auror asked.
“I absolutely do not, I couldn’t think of a better person to sleep with tonight.” Draco winked at Harry before giving him a thorough look up and down.
“Right…so I will see you both tomorrow when the potion wears off for a wellness check.” Shacklebolt dismissed both of the men from his office.
“We can apparate to my apartment. Do you need anything from yours before we go?” Harry asked, grabbing Draco’s arm which earned a soft gasp from the blonde man.
“No.” was all Draco replied.
Draco and Harry arrived outside Potter’s apartment. It was a small one bedroom place with a spacious living area and kitchen. There was one bathroom that connected to Harry’s room and a small space used for an office. It was clean and always had a nice smell of vanilla and tea, there was no place better if you asked Harry.
As they walked in Harry began to explain the layout to Draco, as he would be living there for the next 12 hours. Harry was well aware that rules 3 and 4 were now broken, and it began to feel indescribably intimate now that Draco was there in his home. It didn't help that Draco refused to be more than 3 inches away from him and was purposely rubbing any area of their bodies together that he could.
Harry felt awkward. He hadn’t felt awkward with Draco since their school days, but he has also never seen this side of Draco, whether it was authentic or fabricated by a potion, it made him nervous.
“So, when are we going to the bedroom?” Draco winked from across the kitchen counter.
“We will not be doing that. Well, at least in the way you are implying. Do you want tea? I’m fancying a movie even though it is late. You are more than welcome to head to bed if you’d like.” Harry responded. He thought it was best to not engage with Draco’s inappropriate behavior.
“Yeah tea is fine. I’d rather stay with you, I get a sort of burning feeling when I’m not close to you.” Draco admitted nonchalantly before moving to the couch in the living room which was close to the kitchen. He had already been very accustomed to muggle things, and loved a lot of them, especially movies.
Harry lost his thoughts in the steam of the tea and if he was honest he was struggling with Draco’s demeanor. He felt in some perverted way that this would probably be his only chance to act how he would like with his partner. He wanted to watch movies together, cook meals together, wake up together, and just enjoy the domesticity of it all, and he would be damned if he didn’t take advantage of it. He would never take advantage of him sexually, although he knew this would also be the only chance at having that with Draco, he couldn’t disrespect him in that manner, nor would that ever be right in Harry’s mind.
“Here you are, do you have a preference in what we watch?” Harry collapsed next to Draco on the couch, setting both mugs on the coffee table.
“Call Me By Your Name?” Draco suggested with a smirk.
“Absolutely not. We do not need to encourage your horniness.” Harry laughed.
“I feel it might be good foreplay for later.” Draco moved closer to Harry, placing a hand on his knee.
“Just by that statement, I can almost guarantee you know nothing of the movie except it’s about two gay men. How about Forgetting Sarah Marshall instead?” Harry turned on the movie before Draco could protest.
Harry was very aware that Draco’s hand did not move and his body was almost leaning on his own. It put him in quite the predicament. He did not want to give off the message he was entirely uninterested in Draco, as he would remember everything when the potion wore off, but he also did not want it to seem like he was going to engage in anything more than subtle flirting. He stood up to grab them a blanket, allowing Draco’s hand to no longer be on him, but also not fully rejecting the notion.
“Would you like some?” Harry asked, referring to the large pile of blanket next to him. Draco didn’t verbally respond, but did move closer to share the blanket with Harry.
The movie played as the two men watched, taking sips of their tea, giggling at the raunchy humor, and speaking comments they couldn’t keep to themselves. Draco was almost constantly touching Harry in some way, it was very nice for Harry, so much so he almost forgot it was due to the potion.
“How are you feeling?” Harry asked about half-way through the movie, “Did you tell the lab about the burning you feel?”
“I’m good and no I didn’t. It didn’t start until I came here” Draco was starting to breathe heavier. He looked into Harry’s eyes, ““I feel such a rush when I look at you. I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want you. I am going mad, I just need to feel you.” He looked like he was about to climb Harry like a tree and the pink in his eyes grew wilder and wilder.
Harry panicked, “I- Draco - this is not good…I should tell Shacklebolt to come here.” He was backing away from Draco while remaining on the couch, desperate to create space between them.
“I just need you to touch me, please. I need something, anything.” Draco was acting like he had just taken the potion all over again.
It confused Harry to no end. What had caused this? The counter-potions were supposed to last the full 12 hours. Was it a good idea to touch him? Could he just grab Draco’s hand? Put his arm around him? Would that be enough? Would it make it worse?
“Okay, okay, just, okay, but I’m writing to the Head Auror immediately after this movie.” Harry knew he would stand his ground on not touching Draco in any sexual way, so a touch any friend would do was okay in his mind.
Harry put the blanket back on them and wrapped his arm around Draco’s waist to pull him closer. Okay, so it wasn’t a very friendly touch, but Harry was selfish, he wanted Draco, and he didn’t feel this was pushing any line.
“Fuck.” Draco literally moaned. He relaxed almost immediately and the pink in his eyes went back to a small speckle. “Thank you.”
Harry felt the moan go straight to his dick. He felt like a goddamn creep. He was the worst person to be with Draco at this time, he felt his self-control slowly dissolving every minute. He was sure this would end badly, that he would do something he would regret, and most of all, something Draco would regret. “You’re welcome.” He mumbled.
They watched the rest of the movie in that position, Draco continued to touch Harry anywhere he could reach, before resting his hand high on Harry’s thigh. He rubbed small circles each higher and higher on Harry’s leg, before finally brushing against Harry’s dick.
Harry ignored it the first time, assuming it was not on purpose, but by the second time it happened, this time his hand covering the majority of his cock and lingering, he looked at Draco.
“Oh, my bad.” Draco smirked, staring into Harry’s eyes, but placed his hand back on the hardness of Harry.
“Draco, again, that is not happening. You will regret it, I promise.” Harry removed his hand, placing it back on his lower thigh.
“Would you regret it?” Draco questioned.
“It’s not about me. You are under the effects of a lust potion.” Harry explained.
“But you want to fuck me, right?” Draco moved closer, now kneeling on the couch facing Harry, “Have you always wanted to fuck me or is it just now because I want to fuck you?”
“Draco-” Harry started.
“Is that why we always are teetering the line while undercover? Is that why we dance like we can’t wait to get into each other's pants? Because you desperately hope that it will finally be the night I go home with you and let you fuck me?” Draco’s eyes were almost fully pink at this point, and Harry didn’t know how to respond, because he was right. Everything Draco said was correct.
“I am not entertaining this. You are trying to convince me to have sex with you! Once you are back to normal you will understand the absurdity of this!” Harry wasn’t shouting but he was talking sternly and being overly defensive.
“I don’t get it, why don’t you want me? I clearly turn you on, so that can’t be it.” Draco was now sitting down again, tears forming in his eyes, but the pink did not go away.
“Draco, love, it is not about you. It is not okay to take advantage of you, which is what I would be doing if I did anything with you in the next 10ish hours.” Harry took his hand as he explained, “I cannot do that to you, or anyone, but especially you.”
“Whatever, can we just go to sleep?” Draco stood up walking over to Harry’s bedroom.
Harry followed, feeling bad about making Draco feel unwanted, but he had to put his foot down. He has been arguing with himself all night on how to handle what is going on. He wants Draco so bad, he really does, but not in this way. Draco cannot understand what Harry means due to the potion, but he will, soon, and Harry needs to remind himself of that. He would love to give in, to touch, taste, and bury himself into the man that is Draco Malfoy, just not like this.
“Can I borrow something to sleep in please?” Draco asked after coming out of the restroom.
“Yeah, of course, what do you usually sleep in?” Harry opened his closet.
“Well, usually I sleep nude, but I have a feeling you will say no to that…”
“You will not be sleeping naked.” Harry confirmed.
“Right. So I will take a shirt and keep my boxers on. You prude.” Draco taunted.
Harry did want Draco naked in his bed, more than anything, but that would lead to no good. However, giving Draco a small, loose, crop-top instead of one of his longer nightshirts did not go against his morals.
“Here you go.” Harry said, purposely not looking at Draco as he handed over the shirt, but he could practically hear the smirk Draco was giving. He changed into long pajama pants and may or may not have intentionally not worn anything under them. Fuck, he is weak.
He looked at Draco and almost died right there. He was standing there in Harry’s shirt and tight black boxers that hugged his ass sinfully well. Harry almost immediately regretted not wearing boxers as his bulge was fully on display for the already dangerously horny man.
“Someone likes what they see.” Draco bit his bottom lip looking directly at Harry’s crotch.
“Hard not to.” Harry offhandedly replied, forgetting that was definitely not the right thing to say.
“If you want me, baby, just tell me.” Draco approached Harry for the millionth time that night, this time flushing their bodies together and running a finger down his unclothed abdomen.
Draco reached Harry’s waistband and hooked his finger in the front, tempted to push them down and get on his knees. Harry instinctively grabbed Draco’s hips; his fingertips lightly grazing Draco’s ass and gripped a little harder.
Draco’s eye’s met Harry’s as he moved back up his body and leaned in close to Harry’s ear and whispered “Darling, let me please you.”
Harry let out a shaky sigh and whispered back, “I can’t my love, I can’t.”
“You won’t have to do anything though. You won’t be taking advantage of me if I’m the one sucking you off or riding you.” Draco spoke almost into Harry’s lips leaning forward more and more.
“No,no, I-, this isn’t right. Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Harry backed away, racking his hand through his hair at his lack of self-control.
“Harry, please, I can’t do this anymore, I am fucking consumed by my need for you.” Draco felt fucking ridiculous, but he needed Harry so bad.
“I-fuck-okay I will not be fucking you, but get on the bed.” Harry himself could barely contain his desire for Draco, but he knew he could not have sex, or touch his dick at all if he could help it.
Draco practically jumped on the bed at Harry’s request. He laid on his back as pink consumed the entirety of his eyes. Harry placed his legs on either side of the other man kneeling over him. He slowly lowered his upper body, fighting with himself to stop, but ultimately losing. He moved Draco’s hair away from his jaw and started to slowly and softly place kisses from his jaw to collar bones, mimicking what Draco had done to him earlier. Draco was letting out the most delectable noises out every time Harry’s lips touched his skin.
Harry let his hands wander up and down Draco’s torso going under his shirt to feel more of his beautiful skin. Harry’s lips crawled back up his neck sucking a little more this time just to hear more of Draco’s moans and gasps. Draco moved his hands up to Harry’s back and felt his muscles contract every time he lowered his body to reach more skin.
Harry pulled back and looked at Draco’s eyes, they were less pink now, which Harry has come to understand means Draco got the touch he needed from him. He removed himself from on top of Draco and rolled to the other side of the bed.
Draco practically shot up to a sitting position to find the very needed pleasure he was just enjoying. “Why’d you stop?” He asked.
“You aren’t consumed by the potion anymore. Well, you are, but you are in more control now.” Harry stated.
“But I want more.” Draco argued.
“Right, but you don’t need more, so that’s all you will be receiving and I really shouldn’t have even done that. You are going to fucking kill me tomorrow for that.” Harry exhaled, imagining the disgusted look Draco will give him tomorrow knowing Harry did that to him while he had no control over his actual wants.
“What if it’s effects are over once we fuck? Isn’t it worth a try?” Draco pleaded.
“No. It is not worth it.” Harry added before flicking his wand to turn off the lights. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
The silence fell heavy over both of them. Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that he did something bad. That he took it too far, that he just ruined his everything with Draco. However, his thoughts were interrupted by Draco moving closer and closer to him. He placed the back of himself up against the front of Harry. Harry wrapped his arm around him and snuggled closer. Harry let himself bask in the moment and pretend that everything was okay. That this was their new normal, that he would fall asleep and spoon with Draco every night. That was the last though Harry had before sleep overcame him.
Although the men didn’t fall asleep until the sun was rising, Harry was woken up just hours later by movement. He had assumed Draco was awake for some reason, but he could feel his weight next to him on the bed. He then felt Draco’s ass rub up against his dick, which was half hard from the friction it had already endured, and a soft grunt. Harry had assumed that the potion was affecting his dreams as well until his back arched and a louder moan erupted out of him.
Harry wasn’t sure if he should leave it alone or talk to him, that was until he heard Draco moan, “Fuck. Harry. Please.“ That is when Harry knew he wasn’t in control of the potion and it had taken him over again.
“Draco, are you alright?” Harry turned him around to see him with his cock in his hand and pink enchanting his eyes.
“I need to cum. Right now.” Draco whined.
“Oh.” Harry sucked in his breath at the sight. It definitely wasn’t something he should be seeing. It was not something he could help with, that was out of the question, “Do you want me to leave so you can, uh,” He looked down at the hard leaking pink dick in Draco’s hand, “leave?”
“No! Please stay, just, help.” Draco begged.
“I- I can’t help in the way you want. I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Harry sighed because, fuck, he really wanted to help in that way.
“Can you just let me touch you? I need something.” Draco didn’t know what else to do. He needed Harry.
“Well, um, yeah, sure.” Harry took the comforter off himself and let the cold air hit his bare chest. His dick was fully hard and pressing tightly against his pants. He shouldn’t have agreed, but he was groggy with sleep, yeah, that’s it.
Draco’s free hand immediately went to Harry's arms and a large moan echoed through the room. Harry made the mistake of looking down at Draco’s motions and saw his hand speed up and play with the slit which had pre-cum forming rapidly. Harry damn near lost his mind. His own cock ached in his pants. He adjusted himself trying to get more comfortable which, of course, didn't work.
Draco’s hand moved to Harry’s peck and lightly grazed his nipple which released an involuntary moan from Harry. Draco’s eye’s instantly opened at the noise. He saw Harry’s hand go to palm his erection and felt drunk from the sight.
“You can join me. I could use a sight like that to push me over the edge.” Draco hummed, praying he could finally see the man’s cock.
“I don’t think that is a good idea.” Harry exhaled, although seriously considering it.
“But you wouldn't be touching me! Please, Harry, I want to cum so bad.” Draco paused his own pleasure to whisper this while placing kisses on Harry’s chest and stomach.
It shouldn’t have worked, he should have been stronger, but at this moment he wanted to cum just as badly, so he freed his cock from his pants. Draco’s eyes followed his motions like his life depended on it. He quickly matched his pace to Harry’s and stared intently at the picture that was being painted in front of him.
“You really are a work of art.” Draco moaned.
Harry thought he was going to cum right then and there. He had a beautiful man pleasing himself right next to him, saying sweet words and begging Harry to give him a show. It was a fucking dream. Harry wanted to capture his gorgeous cock in his mouth and show him how he could make him feel. He wanted to fuck into him with the love he had kept a secret for years, but he couldn’t. He shouldn’t even be doing this right now, but that didn’t stop him.
“Fuck, Draco, you make me want to do something bad.” Harry groaned, feeling his orgasm build in him.
“I need you to cum. Baby, I need you to cum first, I need to watch you cum to me.” Draco worked his cock faster and faster, his back arching, shaking from pleasure.
Harry came almost immediately after Draco said those words. He lost all control he felt his cum shoot out of him and land on his thighs and stomach. He didn’t even let himself close his eyes after just so you could watch Draco cum.
As soon as they made eye contact, Draco came. He tilted his head back and moaned Harry’s name, letting small whines come out as he came more and more. Harry thought he had never seen something more sexy in his life. He wanted to remember this forever, the look on his face, his ragged breaths, the way his cum shot out of him, everything.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” Harry commented, giving him a kiss on his cheek, not fully releasing yet that this was not a normal fool around session.
“Thank you. I-um-I really needed that.” Draco spoke, still reeling from his orgasm. “I told you I’d end up in your bed tonight.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. That was extremely inappropriate of me. I should go back to sleep.” Harry sighed, absolutely disgusted with himself. He casted a very thorough cleaning charm on himself and Draco, making sure to cast a small warming charm on the cold spots the cleaning charm left on Draco.
Harry laid back down and noticed Draco moved very far to the other side of the bed. He laid so still Harry thought he was trying to blend into the bed. That’s when he understood that Draco felt unwanted. He probably assumed Harry was mad at him.
“Come here.” Harry spoke softly. He pulled Draco close to him, right back to the position they had previously fallen asleep in and ran his fingers in his hair until he heard his breaths even out. Then Harry allowed himself to cuddle closer and fall asleep.
It was well into the afternoon when Harry had woken up. He felt like he had slept for years, he felt like he was 20 years old again. That was until he remembered his shenanigans in the middle of the night, well early morning technically, and he wanted to crawl under the covers and die there. He didn’t even have time to dwell on it before Draco began to wake next to him.
Draco’s hair was a mess and his eyes were still filled with sleep when he looked up at Harry in bed, “Good morning.” He spoke in a cutest sleepy voice Harry had ever heard before sitting up in bed.
“Good morning. How are you?” Harry asked.
“I’m good. Round two of last night would be nice.” Draco added, leaning closer to Harry.
“That will not be happening. However, tea and breakfast will be happening. Come make it with me?” Harry desperately did not want to remember that amazing time, not when he felt so guilty, but he did want to live out his domestic fantasy with Draco when he could.
“Fine. I guess that works too.” Draco reluctantly got out of bed. He stretched and Harry couldn’t help but stare as his morning wood was on full display and the shirt lifted just enough to see his nipples. “And you said you didn’t want round two.” Draco chuckled as he walked past Harry.
He couldn’t even complain as he watched Draco’s ass and hips sway as he walked in those fucking boxers. Yeah, rule 5 has definitely been broken, but that didn’t stop him from following Draco like a dog on a leash.
Harry walked into the kitchen as Draco lifted himself onto the counter, waiting for Harry to cook.
“What would you like?” Harry questioned as he put the kettle on.
“Whatever you have is alright.” Draco replied, looking a little bored.
Harry was taken aback by Draco’s mood. Sure, it wasn’t the most exciting task but Harry was excited to share a moment like this with Draco. He had always wanted to have someone alongside him while cooking. He would be damned if he didn’t make the most of it and make Draco play the role he wanted.
“Well come help then.” Harry stated, pouring the water into the mugs with tea bags already in them.
“Help? I think not.” Draco replied.
“What’s with the attitude?” Harry questioned.
“I don’t have one.” Draco responded, crossing his arms.
“You sure as hell do. Come help, I’m not asking.” Harry was slightly alarmed by how Draco was acting, what the hell changed.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?” Draco removed himself from the countertop and stood behind Harry who was at the sink.
“How about you grab out the sausage and eggs for me.” Harry turned around and was startled by how close Draco was. Their faces were just inches apart with their eyes immediately locked. “Sorry about that…” Harry said, moving away until his back was against the sink.
“I just had to admire you from behind. Although I have to say I prefer the front of you better.” Draco smirked looking Harry up and down before moving away to the fridge.
Harry was even more confused at this. Sure, he knew Draco was going to make vaguely sexual comments due to the potion, but that was different from the rest. He wasn’t outright talking about fucking, but rather complimenting Harry in a not very sexual way. It made Harry very flustered.
“Oh, um, thank you.” Harry said, smiling while bending over to get the pans he needed.
“Can’t say I hate this view either though.” Draco spoke, now again behind Harry.
As Harry stood up he felt Draco hands land firmly on his hips before moving up to his waist. He let out a trembled breath as the warmth ran through his body. He could feel the roughness of Draco’s palms slide against his skin as they made their way back to his hips before quickly being removed. Harry now turned around to see Draco taking steps back to where he left the ingredients.
“Draco.” Harry called out.
“Yeah?” Draco responded without looking at Harry.
“Can you look at me real quick?” He asked
Draco turned around and looked at Harry confusedly. Harry began to search his eyes and noticed that there was almost no pink left, which would explain his behavior. Harry casted a quick Tempus.
“The potion wears off in about an hour.” Harry muttered, before grabbing the sausage and eggs and placing them in the pan.
“Oh. That makes sense.” Draco replied, resuming his place on the counter.
“Why? Do you feel different?” Harry questioned.
“A little. I feel a bit more in control of my words and actions.” Draco responded.
Harry let out a small laugh, “Just you admitting that means it’s already leaving your system.”
The rest of them cooking breakfast was silent. Harry felt oddly disappointed that Draco was no longer going to want him. He was beginning to feel the full effects of his guilt and realizing just how badly he fucked up. He assumed he’d have to switch partners once this was all over and that thought broke his heart. He could only imagine how Draco was thinking now that his mind was clearing of the lust it had been clouded with. He wondered if Draco was already feeling disgusted by Harry and his actions or if that would happen once the potion had run its complete course.
Harry dished the meal and set the table for the two of them before sitting down.
“Thank you. It smells amazing.” Draco mumbled.
“Any time.” Harry smiled, hoping to catch Draco’s eyes, but failing.
“I feel like shit.” Draco finally said after an excruciating five minutes of silence and eating.
Harry was surprised by the words and looked up at Draco to continue.
“It’s like I was the happiest person on earth for 12 hours and now I want to lay in bed and wither away.” Draco admitted.
“Oh, yeah. I’m sure that’s an aftermath of the potion. It probably lowers your dopamine since it was producing a lot while under the effects. If you rest up I’m sure you’ll feel alright by Monday.” Harry spoke, taking a mental note of that effect for his report. It was weird. He was back in the office mindset now that Draco was slowly returning back to normal.
“Right. You’ll be in the office on Monday too, right?” Draco asked, levitating his plate to the sink.
“Yeah. I don’t see why I wouldn’t be?” Harry questioned where Draco was going with this.
“Yeah, of course. I’m just a little out of it.” Draco did a tight lipped smile before excusing himself to the restroom.
Draco remembered everything. Literally everything. He has never been so mortified in his life. All the times he begged Harry to touch him and the constant rejection. His boss seeing him in such a state along with half of the night Aurors. The relentless flirting with his co-workers. Moaning anytime Harry grazed him. It was a low point that’s for fucking sure. He tried to be embarrassed about the kissing, touching, and worst of all masturbation with Harry, but he just wasn’t. Every moment of that had been bliss even looking back at it now. He pushed Harry so far to go to the lengths, he couldn’t even blame Harry for giving in a little. Hell, if it was Draco in Harry’s position he would have given in much quicker and possibly done much worse. Harry had Draco practically falling at his feet and he barely did anything about it.
“Draco? Everything alright?” Harry called out, entering the bedroom where Draco was mindlessly changing into his clothes the night before.
“Yeah, yeah, all good.” Draco said.
“Um, you might want to borrow some of my clothes, I’m not sure you’ll be too happy walking into the office wearing that.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck desperately trying to not check out Draco.
Draco looked down at himself and remembered what exactly he was wearing, “That is definitely a good idea.”
“Want to pick something out or do you want me to?” Harry asked.
“Come with me.” Draco walked to the closet to look at the clothes he wouldn’t absolutely die if someone saw him wearing.
“What about this?” Draco was holding up a blue shirt almost identical to his eyes.
“Yeah, it matches your eyes perfectly.” Harry spoke, not really realizing the words coming out of his mouth.
“Oh, really? Is that why you bought it, because it reminded you of my eyes?” Draco joked.
“Yeah.” Harry responded, his head somewhere else. Draco’s eyes went wide, what the hell, was Harry being serious? Draco couldn’t tell, so instead he grabbed a pair of black trousers and moved to a larger space to change. Harry grabbed sweatpants and a t-shirt to change himself.
When they were both done Draco took a long look at Harry taking in his muscular arms and chest. His messy hair that curled at the ends. His tan skin glowed like warm honey in the sun. He was truly breathtaking.
“You look really good.” Draco breathed out. “Literally like a work of art.”
Harry looked up at him, a soft smile painted on his lips, “Thank you. I guess not all the potion is out of your system.” He bitterly chuckled.
“No, I, I really…” Draco started.
“It’s fine. Let’s head to the office.” Harry spoke, grabbing his wand and heading to the front door.
Within minutes the two men were back in their office waiting for Head Auror Shacklebolt to meet them. There was an awkward air in the room which would be felt by anyone who dared to enter. The tests were long and boring. Harry and Draco were there for many hours yet again. Draco could sense Harry’s anxiousness as soon as he was declared completely relieved of all the effects. His leg was bouncing up and down, he had his head looking down at his lap, and biting on his nail. Draco replayed Harry’s words in his head, “I can’t take advantage of you like that.” Draco finally realized that Harry believed that by doing all the things he did that he took advantage of Draco. He truly believed that he had used Draco during a vulnerable time and was clearly feeling guilty about it.
After Draco was clear to go home, and both him and Harry received a long thank you from Head Auror Shacklebolt for dealing with such a situation, they were free to go. They walked in silence back to their shared office, both wanting to say what was on their minds.
As the door shut behind them, Harry broke first, “Draco, I’m so fucking sorry. I swear I did not know that ‘lust’ was in your drink. I know that is really hard to believe considering my actions while you were under the effects, but I would never do that on purpose…”
“I know, it’s fine, Harry, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Draco responded.
“No, no, I have so much to be sorry for. I was trusted to look after you and not be a goddamn creep, but I did exactly that. I was so unbelievably unprofessional and downright disgusting in my actions and words. You had trusted me to not take advantage of you and I did exactly that and I’m so sorry. I was selfish and perverted. I should have said no when Head Auror asked me to watch you. I fucking knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist. I mean what the fuck was I even thinking! No, I wasn’t thinking, I was letting my dick and want for you take over me, which is no excuse, but I really fucking tried. I’m sorry.” Harry apparated back to his apartment before Draco could even digest the words he said.
“Did he say want?” Draco said out loud to the empty office. What had he even meant by that? Want like sexually? Or Want like romantically? Did it matter? No, Draco honestly did not care either way. All he knew was that he could have Harry in whatever way Harry wanted.
Draco spent about another thirty minutes pacing in the office before deciding what to do. He had to go see Harry. He just wanted to know what he meant. With that settled he tried to remember the front of Harry’s house and went there as fast as he could.
Harry had just commenced his pity party, a large glass of whiskey, crisps, and a disgustingly sad rom-com playing while he laid on the couch trying to ignore the smell of Draco’s cologne on his blanket. He heard a knock on his door. The last thing he wanted was company. He wanted to wallow in his fucked up choices alone, so he ignored it. Then the knocks sounded like the person was trying to break down Harry’s door which finally made him get up. As he opened the door slightly to tell the person to please go away, the door was pushed clear by none other than Draco Malfoy himself. Harry shut the door and slowly turned around to where Draco was now pacing in his entry way.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘want’” Draco practically shouted.
“Um? What?” Harry said, refusing to make eye contact.
“You said you let your wants take over. What does that even mean?” Draco asked again, pacing faster and faster.
Harry didn’t respond; he just stood there looking down at his fiddling hands.
“Okay fine. I think you either meant you want me sexually or you want me in some other way, like romantically. Or you wanted me in the heat of the moment? I don’t even know, so please, explain what the hell that even means!” Draco stopped and looked at Harry.
“I just…I mean…I guess it’s like…” Harry paused and finally looked up at Draco and let out a long sigh, “Like…uh…all of the above?”
“All of the above? So sexually, romantically, and in the moment?” Draco clarified.
“Yes. All of the above.” Harry confirmed. Well that was it, Harry had officially fucked everything up.
“So right now…you want me?” Draco asked.
“Yes.” Harry admitted.
“So you want to kiss me right now?” Draco asked.
“Yes.” Harry admitted. He looked back at Draco who was just standing there. Confused was an understatement for Harry. What the hell was going on.
“Why aren’t you kissing me then?” Draco asked, stepping closer to Harry. “I went through a fucking lust potion and you still didn’t kiss me. What is taking so long?”
Harry’s brain finally caught up to what was happening and immediately captured Draco’s lips with his own. It was like a symphony, starting with the softest notes of disbelief, then shifting into a harmonious blend of emotions, each touch and breath adding a new layer of melody. Until finally it crescendos into a beautiful, unforgettable experience that leaves both men breathless.
“I’ve waited four years for this moment.” Breathed Harry.
“And I’ve waited longer.” Draco added, before kissing Harry again.