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[NOVELLA] No Chances (NC-17) - PART ONE

Title: No Chances
Author: lanisfanfiction (aka Lani)
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Burned by an ex lover, Harry is determined to not get hurt again. What happens when he encounters a very different Draco Malfoy from the one he knew in school? A Draco Malfoy who has decided he would rather like to experience Harry’s ‘assets’…
WARNINGS: Adult language, sexual content, minor angst, minor exhibitionism, fluff, rimming, 69’ing
WORDS: 19,621
NOTES: Birthday gift fic for CeeCee, my good friend and Yahoo! Group moderator :) CeeCee requested Slut!Draco with a nipple ring ;) (Credit to karli_meaghan for the manip)



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CEECEE! *HUGS*

Many thanks to my wonderful Beta, jadzia7667

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JKR owns everything

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PART ONE

Harry Potter blew his hair out of his eyes and surveyed the scene before him. “A party in my honour and I don’t even have a date. Brilliant,” he grumbled.

Ron Weasley laughed. “You have your friends, music, and lots of booze, though.”

“No offence, but I’d prefer to wake up with company rather than a hell of a hangover,” Harry replied. “It’s been months.”

Harry’s other best friend, Hermione Granger, flung her arm around Harry’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze. “It’s brilliant that you’re finally ready to date again, sweetie.”

“I don’t know about ready to date, but I’m more than ready to find someone to settle down with. I’m over all this casual stuff.” Harry shrugged his jacket off. “I’m sick of being hurt.”

“You’ve just been burned. You ex was an arsehole, Harry. You were right to give him the boot. He cheated on you, for fuck sake!” Ron seethed.

“Ah, whatever,” Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Let’s just have a good time tonight. Who’s going to be here?”

“A group of people from our year at Hogwarts, and some from other years, Hogwarts staff, a bunch of Ministry workers, our families, and probably the odd gatecrasher or two,” Hermione reeled off. “It’s hard to believe it’s been five years since you killed Voldemort, isn’t it?”

“Pfft, no,” Harry scoffed. “It feels like fucking twenty years.”

“I think we need to get a drink in Harry’s hand, and fast,” Ron warned. “He’s in one of his bitter and pessimistic moods.”

“I’m fine,” Harry laughed. “I’m just not into this whole party business. I’d rather be home scoffing chocolate in front of my television, to be truthful. Do you think they’d notice if I wasn’t here?”

Hermione gave him a sceptical look and then pointedly gazed over to a huge banner adorning the far wall that screamed ‘HARRY POTTER: THE BOY WHO LIVED TWICE! FIVES YEARS SINCE HE SAVED THE DAY!’

“Fuck,” Harry stated.

“Oh shush,” Hermione scolded. “It was nearly going to be a surprise party, but we figured you wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Thank you,” Harry stated with a nod.

“Oh hell,” Ron muttered from his left.

“What?” Harry questioned, following Ron’s glare. “Malfoy?!” he screeched. “What the fuck is that bastard doing at a party for me?! Why is he dressed like a bloody hooker? Fucking brill –” Harry cut himself off with a gasp of horror. “Does he have his hand down that bloke’s pants?! What the hell?”

“Yeah, I invited him,” Hermione piped up. “He’s quite a lot of fun socially.”

“I’ll fucking say! I can see him being extremely social with that bloke!” Harry snapped. “This is bloody crap! What the hell are you doing inviting Malfoy to my party?! Have you forgotten that the last time I saw that piece of shit, we basically knocked each other out in a huge brawl?”

Hermione sniffed and folded her arms. “That was years ago. Unlike certain people, some of us chose to stay in the wizarding world and are actually aware of things that have gone on AV. People and situations have vastly changed.”

“AV?” Harry asked with a questioning look.

“After Voldemort,” Hermione explained and Harry snorted in response.

“What a crock,” Harry said dryly. “How ridiculous. Who the hell came up with that?”

Hermione and Ron both shrugged. “It was just a thing that sort of started. You never let us discuss it, so of course you wouldn’t have heard it yet,” Hermione mused.

“Whatever. Please explain to me what this has to do with the blond tosser flaunting himself on the dance floor,” Harry demanded.

“Draco is a pretty high profile Healer, Harry,” Hermione told him. “He is a specialist in genetic wizarding diseases.”

Harry pursed his lips and glared sceptically over at Draco Malfoy. His ex-rival in school was dressed in… well not much at all, and whatever he did have on was skin tight. Shiny leather pants with an equally shiny red vest showcased his body nicely. The deep red boots he was wearing actually had heels and he had silver chains around his neck and wrists. His blond hair was hanging loosely around his face and it appeared that he was wearing rather heavy eye makeup. “Oh yeah, he looks the picture of professionalism with his dick and arse on show, writhing up and down that wanker that looks like a male prostitute. Who is that bloke he is with, anyway?” he asked impatiently.

Hermione cleared her throat, and looked down at her hands. “That’s Draco’s date. His mediwizard assistant, apparently. It’s not really any of our business.”

Harry sneered and rolled his eyes. “Not any of our business? It’s the whole room’s business! They’re practically naked and fucking on the dance floor!”

“It doesn’t mean he’s not a good guy now,” Hermione insisted. “He’s actually been in one of the gay wizard magazines when they did a spread on high profile businessmen who are gay.”

“That is beyond gay, Hermione! Why are you telling me all this? I don’t give a shit! And I’m still waiting to hear why he is here.” Harry suddenly broke into a forced grin and waved at Remus Lupin from across the room.

“He wanted to come,” Hermione said quickly. “He, um, comes up to Hogwarts to see Severus often, so things are sort of friendly between us now. Aside from the fact he is a male slut who’s probably slept with most of the gay wizarding population, and just about all the bisexual population, he’s actually quite charming company. School is a whole history away now, Harry.”

Harry turned and looked evenly at her. Hermione didn’t miss the furious glint in his eyes, though outwardly, he was the picture of calm. “I need a drink,” he said and sauntered off towards the bar.

“You shouldn’t have invited Malfoy, Hermione!” Ron snapped. “He could be labelled a saint and Harry would still hate him. Now Harry’s pissed off and he should be having a good time at this party. It’s the first magical function we’ve managed to drag him to since the Voldemort thing. He should be relaxed and happy. You could’ve at least warned him about Malfoy.”

Hermione watched as Harry stomped over to the bar, and Draco’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the ex-Gryffindor. She smiled when Draco pushed his ‘date’ away abruptly and started slinking over to where Harry was leaning over the bar ordering, no doubt, a large, strong drink. “Harry’s a big boy. He can look after himself,” she said slyly and then grabbed Ron’s hand to pull him onto the dance floor.

* * * * *

“Well, if it isn’t the guest of honour.”

Harry rolled his eyes at the confident drawl and turned to pierce Draco with a questioning gaze. “To what to I owe the pleasure?” he snorted derisively.

“Oh no, the pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” Draco purred, sliding gracefully on the barstool next to Harry. “Great turnout, brilliant music, food and alcohol on tap, your hot arse in those pants… what more could a man possibly want?”

“To be alone,” Harry snapped. “I think your date is getting restless.” He waved his hand dismissively at the man who was standing on the edge of the dance floor with his arms crossed.

“He’s not my date, Potter,” Draco intoned. “He my assistant. Assistant with benefits, but I’m an entirely free agent.”

“Yeah, very free, from what I hear,” Harry replied, taking a long gulp from his beer. “To just about anyone.”

Draco smirked. “It’s all true,” he stated with a shrug. “What can I say? I like variety.”

“Don’t you have some bloke to go hump, or something? I really don’t want you in my presence,” Harry said rudely.

“My, my, we are bitter and twisted. I was warned. Silly me for taking the chance,” Draco said lightly. “I hear you’ve been a little sparse on the bedroom front recently.”

Harry cleared his throat. “We’re not all cut out to live the life of a slut.”

“Ouch,” Draco said with a whistle. “That was below the belt. Nothing I can’t handle, though. I like fucking. I’m not ashamed of that.”

“Well, some of us prefer fucking with one person, for a long time,” Harry replied. He could feel himself unwinding with the alcohol, and he didn’t feel so irritated anymore. Hell, maybe it was time to chance a civil conversation with Malfoy.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to settling down myself,” Draco drawled. “… if the right person were to come along…”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry said sceptically. “You can bugger off now. Why are you even haunting me, anyway?”

Draco turned on his stool and leant back against the bar, surveying the colourful crowd. “Maybe I just want to be seen with the Saviour of the Wizard World? Do you know how many blokes I could pull if I told them I bedded the Boy Who Lived?”

“No, and I don’t really give a fuck either,” Harry snorted, draining the last of his beer and waving to the bartender for another.

“Want to dance?” Draco asked spontaneously.

“No, thanks. I don’t want to get the reputation of being Draco Malfoy’s latest lay,” Harry told him. “I’m also not used to my dancing partner having his hand down my trousers, so you might feel a little awkward.”

"Come on, Potter," Draco purred. "You know you want my arse."

Harry sat back and gave Draco a bored look. "A room full of highly eligible gay men and you're here pestering me. I suspect it's you who wants my arse, Malfoy," he said smugly.

Draco sat back abruptly and sneered. "You wish." He stood up and glanced down at Harry. “You know where you can find me if you change your mind.” He slunk back over to a group of his ex-Slytherin mates and then started dancing suggestively with Blaise Zabini.

* * * * *

It was a brilliant party, on a whole. Harry felt like he had spoken to every single person in the room, and his back was actually stinging from people slapping him on it. Hermione had wiped near five lots of lipstick lips from his cheek, and he was starting to get sore legs from accepting dances with people. His friends had been right, he was enjoying being back with his old magical friends. Though it just wasn’t quite enough for him to yearn for the old life.

Harry hummed slightly to the music as he wandered over to the Men’s Room. He’d been drinking, but making sure he had a soft drink or fruit juice in between each alcoholic beverage. Now he was just busting for a piss. It was taking all his effort not to grab himself and partake in the ‘Need the toilet’ dance.

Thanking god there was no line-up; Harry pushed into the bathroom and zeroed in on a urinal. He fumbled to undo his zip and then started peeing in relief with a huge sigh.

“Ohhhh Merlin. Fuck me,” came a deep groan from behind Harry, so he whipped around to see what was going on. It sounded like someone was having a bit of trouble in one of the stalls, but the sight he was met with literally caused him to choke on his gasped breath and almost piss on his hand.

Draco had some other guy bent over the toilet in of the stalls, the door splayed open for anyone to see. His pants were down just enough to allow him to pound frantically into this bloke, who was the one moaning and groaning as he braced himself on the cistern.

Besides that fact that Draco had one gorgeous, firm arse, it was hardly to be appreciated in the position it was! Harry yanked up his pants, somehow had the mind to wash his hands, and fled the bathroom. Once he was outside, he steadied himself against the wall. A feeling of what was the mix of wanting the puke extensively, and utter awe at the same time washed over him. This was soon replaced by bewilderment. How did Draco do such things without a care in the world?

“Harry?” Hermione asked, hurrying up to his side. “Are you ok? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Harry shook himself to regain his composure. Why was he letting the slimy bastard affect him this way? “I’m fine, Hermione. Just a bit hot. I need a drink.”

“Come on then,” Hermione chuckled. “There’s a large vodka and Coke waiting for you at the bar. Get that into you, and then I want a dance with my adorable best friend.”

* * * * *

Harry was dancing with Remus’ girlfriend, Tonks, a while later. “Having a good time, mate?” she asked as she twirled Harry around. She had insisted on leading and Harry just went along.

“Absolutely,” Harry stated with a laugh.

“Finally letting your hair down, hey?” Tonks chuckled. “It was a joint conspiracy, you realise? We all ganged up to ensure you got that stick out of your arse tonight. Some of us even plan to see you leave with a hot guy for a good shag, mister.”

Harry just smiled and rolled his eyes fondly. “I don’t like the chances of finding the love of my life here tonight, Tonks,” he sighed.

“What’s that got to do with shagging?” Tonks laughed.

“I’ve given up on mere dating. I want to find someone special. And unless he happens to fall at my feet, I’m not going to waste time looking too hard,” Harry explained and Tonks gasped.

“Merlin, you’re more far gone than we thought,” she stated. “We knew you were feeling sort of flat with life, but you can’t just give up on meeting people, Harry.”

“I’m over it, Tonks,” Harry said with a shrug. “The last bastard cheated on me. I’m more than happy to just have a good time with my mates, and focus on my job, which I love.”

“Working for a Muggle magazine,” Tonks said pointedly. “You could get just as fulfilling journalist work in the wizarding world…and just as likely find ‘The One’ there also. You’ve shut yourself off from a whole world of possibilities. How can you be sure you’ve done the right thing?”

Harry stopped dancing and glanced around him. “Look, I know you all want me to integrate myself back into magic, but I’m not bothered by it. It gave me nothing but grief. I’m happy with my life now. I have old and new friends, a great house, and a fantastic job…” His glare landed on the back of a familiar blond head. Draco had yet another guy pressed up against the wall; he was snogging the newcomer insistently. Did he ever rest?

“Seen something you like?” Tonks asked in amusement.

“Like? I’m disgusted by him. That’s the sixth bloke he’s been draped over tonight. Not to mention the one I saw him fucking in the bathroom. His supposed date left ages ago. How can anyone be like that?” Harry seethed in frustration.

“I suspect he’s just having fun. You seem to have noticed him an awful lot tonight,” Tonks pointed out.

“How could I not notice him? He’s dressed like a bloody twisted Christmas angel! I’m not interested in him. I despise the wanker! I want a long-term relationship, not bloody genital herpes!” Harry cried, a little too loudly and earned strange looks from people nearby.

“He’s a Healer, Harry, and a bloody good one at that. He may have a lot of sexual interaction with other blokes, but I have no doubt he takes care of himself,” Tonks said confidently. Harry just frowned. “He gets your knickers in a twist like none of us have ever seen. Why is he getting to you so much after so long?”

Harry exhaled sharply through his nose before shaking his head and stalking away from Tonks and the rest of the crowd.

* * * * *

“Nice night for it,” Draco said as he came up next to Harry on the balcony. Harry was leaning on the railing having a smoke. Draco reached over and plucked it from his lips, tossing it on the ground and stamping it out pointedly with his boot.

“Fuck off!” Harry spat.

“It’s bad for you,” Draco stated. “One thing I will not tolerate is fags.”

“Strange statement coming from you,” Harry laughed harshly.

“Says the fellow fag,” Draco scoffed.

“Why are you harassing me?” Harry asked in exasperation. He pulled his packet of cigarettes from his pocket to light up again, only to have Draco grab them and launch them over the balcony. “Just piss off, Malfoy!”

Draco ignored him, and shifted closer so their faces were mere inches away from each other. “I’ve decided you were right,” he purred. “I do want your arse. I have done for many years.”

“What a load of bollocks,” Harry snorted. “Go back to your harem, Malfoy. They might be willing to let you fuck them in a filthy bathroom, but you’ll never touch me.”

Draco licked his lips and stared deeply into Harry’s eyes. “But will you touch me?” he whispered and before Harry could realise what was happening, Draco swooped in and kissed Harry passionately, pressing him back against the balcony in the sheer force of the sudden embrace.

Harry fought for a few moments, but Draco persisted, giving Harry no choice but to melt into the kiss. His mind blurred briefly. Malfoy was a fucking fine kisser! Eventually, though, he came to his senses, and shoved Draco away angrily. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, sneering. “How dare you, you fucking bastard!” he spat. “I will not be treated like one of your whores! Get fucked, and leave me the hell alone!”

Draco sighed as he watched Harry disappear back into the party. It was going to be a lot more work than he anticipated… was it worth it?

* * * * *

“Oh shit,” Hermione muttered as Ron started snorting with laughter.

“He’s so bloody pissed!” Ron cried. “He just walked up to the friggen DJ and kissed him! Smack! Right on the lips! First time I’ve heard the bloke lost for words all night!”

Hermione watched in horror when Harry proceeding to jump up onto the bar and start dancing wildly, as he began to strip his shirt off. “It’s time to take him home, Ron,” she said firmly. “He’s going to be wreck in a few short hours! We can’t have him making a fool out of himself.”

Ron’s mouth suddenly dropped open. “Too late…” he groaned and Hermione whipped around to see what Ron was talking about.

“FUCK!” she gasped. For someone so intoxicated, Harry looked rather graceful as he leapt off the bar and pounced on Draco, sending them both sprawling on the floor. For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy looked completely and utterly stunned.

“Oh my god, please tell me he’s not –,” Ron whimpered. “Oh hell, he is…” He slapped his hands over his face when Harry pinned Draco to the floor, gazing hungrily at the blond before he kissed him forcefully.

“Maybe we won’t need to take Harry home tonight…” Hermione said with a satisfied grin.

* * * * *

“Mmf, Harry, stop,” Draco gasped, trying to push his very drunk crush away from him. “You’re pissed. You shouldn’t be doing this!”

“Oh, c’mon, Malfoy,” Harry slurred. “You wan’ my arse. Take it!” He pushed Draco’s hand away and rubbed himself against Draco’s thigh. Draco could feel Harry’s erection digging into him and his breath quickened in response. If Harry didn’t stop, Draco would gladly fuck him here on the floor in front of everyone. But this wasn’t how it was meant to go!

“Harry, why don’t I take you home?” Draco bargained. “I’m sure you have a lovely bed.”

“You don’ deserve to come to my bed, Malfoy,” Harry spat. “You bloody ssslut…” He hiccupped and started dragging himself clumsily off Draco. Draco was up in a shot, and took Harry’s arm. Harry weakly tried to bat him away, but eventually gave up as his energy began to drain from him.

Draco eased Harry onto a barstool and ordered a strong, black coffee. “You will drink this coffee and then I’ll take you home,” he insisted.

“You look more ‘tractive when ya’ haven’ got ya’ tongue down some dick’s throat,” Harry muttered and took a long gulp of the coffee, spitting half of it out over the bar. “Urgh, ’sno milk. Blah.” He poked Draco in the arm. “You can take me ‘ome, but I still ‘ate you.”

“Of course,” Draco drawled with a smirk. “I have a limo out the back. Come on, I’ll get you home safe and sound.” He sent a thumbs up to Hermione, who was watching with interest from along the bar. She nodded in understanding when he pointed at the door, indicated he was taking Harry home. Old school rivalry had long since dissipated. She was now the Charms professor at Hogwarts, and worked alongside Severus Snape, who had been an old family friend of the Malfoys for many years. She had grown to trust and respect Draco immensely, so Draco knew she would have faith in him to get Harry home safely. Draco, of course, would take no responsibility for any self-induced drunken injury Harry caused himself.

Harry was now surprisingly pliant. Draco had a supportive arm wrapped around Harry’s waist, and Harry allowed the touch without protest. He had also fallen strangely quiet. Draco was unnerved by the lack of sniping coming from his ex-rival.

“You would ‘ave a limo, too, ya’ rich snob,” Harry finally piped up, tripping over his own feet and Draco sighed. For a minute there, he thought he may have been dragging the wrong drunk person home.

“It has lovely, soft wide seats, if you’re interested in a fuck on the way home,” Draco teased. “Very private.”

“Stuff it, shithead,” was Harry’s response, complete with random finger gesture.

“May I remind you that you were the one to initiate that snog back there?” Draco said with a smirk.

“Meh,” Harry replied with a shrug.

“What’s your address?” Draco asked as they approached his limo. “Martin, we’re taking a bypass to drop Harry home,” he told his driver.

“Umm…” Harry said, scratching his head. “Somewhere west…”

“Oh that helps,” Draco snorted. “Give me your wallet.”

“F’koff,” Harry muttered. “Ya’ not touchin’ it.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re holding yourself up on my limousine, Potter. I’m not going to rob you.” He managed to reef Harry’s wallet out of his back pocket, and again Harry just let him go ahead. What was with the yo-yoing between bitching and complying? Draco’s head was starting to hurt trying to keep up.

Draco pulled out Harry’s Muggle drivers licence and a strip of condoms tumbled to the floor. “You do realise we have spells for this sort of thing on the real world?” he stated.

“Bit ‘ard to do without a wand.” Harry rested his head against the cool window of the car. That woozy, unsteady feeling was starting to overtake him. He wished Draco would stop nattering on about nothing and just take him home. “Ungh,” he mumbled as the ground seemed to tilt under his feet and his stomach churned.

Draco sighed. Okay, he was going to bite. It was too tempting. “Where’s your wand?”

“Up my arse,” Harry retorted.

“Oh, so that’s your problem,” Draco laughed. “I can fix that. I have very talented fingers.”

Harry just glared weakly at him. “Gringotts. In my vault. Haven’ used it since that day…” he trailed off and swayed.

“Harry? Are you alright, babe?” Draco asked, throwing his hands out to steady him.

Harry managed a weak snort mixed with a giggle. “You called me ‘babe’.”

Draco sniffed defensively. “I call everyone ‘babe’,” he stated. “You don’t look well, Harry. Let me help you into the limo.”

“I… don’ think tha’s a good idea…” Harry mumbled weakly.

“Why not?” Draco asked impatiently. “We’ll have you home soon.”

“Because –” and Harry cut himself off by vomiting rather spectacularly all over Draco’s legs and shoes.

Draco just sighed and held Harry upright, rubbing his back softly. “These are leather pants and dragon hide boots, Potter. I do hope you appreciate what I’m doing for you. Martin, can you hand me my wand? It’s in my briefcase.” He stuck his hand into the window of the vehicle.

“You don’ carry your wand on you?” Harry choked out in disbelief.

“If you haven’t finished vomiting, I suggest you save the questions until after. Choking is very unattractive,” Draco advised, and as expected, Harry started heaving again. “Shit, you’re even gorgeous when you’re hurling,” he mumbled quietly to himself.

“Wha’?” Harry asked.

Fuck, not quietly enough! Draco thought to himself. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “How are you feeling?” He pointed his wand at the mess and cleared it away. Harry was leaning against him, and Draco bit his lip at the mixed emotions that pooled in his gut when Harry put his head on his shoulder.

“Like shit,” Harry muttered.

Draco opened the back door and helped Harry to climb in. He hurried over to the other side and slid onto the seat next to Harry. Draco called Harry’s address through to Martin and then closed the window to give them some privacy. “Do you want to lie down?”

“No,” Harry said petulantly. He was sitting stiffly and gazing out the window.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked with a sigh. “I’m just doing you a favour, you know?” Harry pursed his lips and didn’t answer. “You came with me willingly. We can stop the car now, and you’re welcome to get out. But you pass out, and I am bound to assist you, you realise.”

“Do all your patients know you’re a whore?” Harry spat.

“So the puking sobered you up a little?” Draco said. “My personal life has nothing to do with my professional life.”

Harry laughed dryly. “Yeah, I noticed that when you had your tongue down your assistant’s throat.”

“What are the chances of you giving me break so we can actually be civil for a change?” Draco asked, sitting back against the plush seat. He waved his wand and a glass of champagne appeared in his hand.

“About zip,” Harry sneered. “I want one of them.” He pointed to the glass.

“It’s non-alcoholic.”

“I want the real type then,” Harry told him.

“Fancy a bit of alcohol poisoning, do you?” Draco shook his head.

“Well, my ride home is a Healer, so why the fuck not? Now give me a drink!” Harry demanded. Draco obliged and conjured Harry a glass of ‘real’ champagne along with a bucket that he placed on the floor.

“Aim at that if you feel the need to purge yourself again,” Draco intoned, sipping from his glass. “I hope you have Hangover Potion at your house because that’s not something I carry on me.” Harry just ignored him and gulped down his whole glass in one go. “You’re a right bitch when you’re pissed.”

“Hold that thought, because I’ll be buggered if you’ll be bending me over the toilet for a frantic fuck,” Harry sniped.

“You saw me,” Draco said evenly.

“ANYONE COULD HAVE SEEN YOU!” Harry exploded. “It was a public bathroom! The door was open!”

Draco cleared his throat and studied Harry for a few moments. “I apologise,” he said sincerely. “You deserve better than that.”

Harry opened his mouth with another scathing retort, but closed it in shock. “What?” he asked. “Are you apologising because it was me who saw you, or because you’re regretful for doing it?”

Draco sighed. “Both. I shouldn’t have acted like that at your party because…”

“Because?” Harry pressed.

Draco shook his head. “Never mind,” he said dismissively. “Another drink?”

* * * * *

“You’re a skinny arse, Harry,” Draco grunted as he tried to haul Harry up the front steps to his house. “How the fuck are you so heavy now?” He gasped in surprise when Harry unexpectedly feathered his fingers through the back of Draco’s soft hair.

“I love you,” Harry said soppily, hanging heavily into Draco. “You got a nice bum… an’ ya’ ‘airs pretty…” He gazed adoringly into Draco’s eyes.

“You don’t love me, Harry. You hate me,” Draco corrected, feeling somewhat guilty at seeing Harry’s pale face and bloodshot green eyes. He’d never seen Harry drunk before. They had never really interacted socially before; Draco always used to perve on Harry from afar. “I suspect you would be in love with a telegraph pole by now if that was within your vicinity. Warn me if you’re going to puke again, okay?”

“Gimme a kiss…” Harry slurred, throwing his arms around Draco’s neck and nearly toppling them over in the process. Draco threw his free arm out to steady them against the railing and tried to push Harry away. Harry would regret every moment come morning, and no matter how much Draco liked sex, there was no way he was going to take advantage of Harry in this state.

Harry did plant a sloppy, wet kiss on Draco’s lips, and although he tasted strongly of alcohol and smelt faintly of sweat and sick, Draco had to inwardly fight not to respond to Harry’s intoxicated actions. Harry was now fumbling with the buttons on Draco’s pants and desperately trying to get his hands down the front of them. Draco’s breath quickened and he had to bite down on this lower lip to keep from moaning. The number of times he had wanked to the thought of Harry with his hands on his own cock were endless. It was mere inches from becoming reality and Draco was actually going to halt proceedings.

“Stop!” Draco said in a firm voice, but Harry ignored him. The triumphant grin that spread across Harry’s face when he finally got Draco’s fly unbuttoned was endearing and Draco wanted to grab the grinning face between his hands and plant a loving kiss on his lips, but that thought rapidly flew from the confines of his mind when Harry’s nimble fingers were suddenly down his pants and teasing the hard flesh there. “Harry, I… oh fuck…”

Harry had talented hands, even when he was piss drunk! It was becoming more and more difficult to stop things. Now Harry was kissing him again, his tongue roaming hungrily in Draco’s mouth. Hermione never warned him that Harry got horny when he was drunk! She said he got ‘touchy-feely’! This wasn’t touchy-feely! This was gropey-grabby and Harry wasn’t relenting. How the fuck was Draco supposed to stop this?! It felt too bloody amazing! He was ready to drop his trousers and bend over the railing to give Harry as much access as he wanted, and Draco never bottomed.

“We’re gonna fuck,” Harry grunted, and pressed his hard cock into Draco’s thigh.

Draco opened his mouth to protest but found himself gasping, “Okay.” Harry growled lustfully and managed to unlock his door before grabbing Draco and pressing him against the wall to take another searing kiss. Draco was beyond protesting as Harry’s hands were all over him, and they stumbled their way down the hallway to what must be Harry’s bedroom. How did it come to this? And how the fuck am I going to stop things now?! Was Draco’s last coherent thought before Harry pushed him back onto the bed and pounced on him.

* * * * *

On to PART TWO...