dripping_cherry | Update: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped- Chapter 2 (Harry/Draco)

Title: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped 2/?
Author:

dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Wordcount: 1,100
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Warnings: OOC-ness (Harry is cocky, and he sleeps around ;)
Summary: He’s like an exquisite piece of candy, protected by so many layers of wrapping that no one’s ever had the patience to get him naked. But I’m Harry Potter, dammit, and I want him for dessert.
A/N: Please note that the Browns in this fic are unrelated to Lavender Brown.

Prologue, Chapter 1

It’s a quarter past eleven. I should have known he wouldn’t come. He’ll probably laugh at me tomorrow for actually believing he’d go on a date with me. “Your conceitedness knows no bounds, Potter,” he’ll drawl.

My fingers tap the wooden table impatiently. Should I go? Maybe I should give him a few more minutes. He could be running late. A dark, handsome bloke across the room is sending me looks. Not bad. Maybe if Draco doesn’t show up, I can take him home instead.

“Looking for me?” a familiar bored voice asks.

Damn, I hope he didn’t realise I was appraising that other man.

“As a matter of fact, I was."

He looks gorgeous in his faded grey jeans and shimmery green button-down shirt. His hair is slicked back, as usual. I actually hoped he’d skip the gel tonight—there’s nothing sexier than soft, tousled blond hair in bed. He takes the seat across from me and looks around.

“Interesting choice of place,” he says.

“I thought you’d like it.”

Babalou has a unique atmosphere. The bar is located in the crypt of an old church. I don't really know what Draco likes, but I thought it might appeal to him.

“I never said I didn’t." He picks up the menu. "Shall we order?”

I watch his eyes as he skims the list of available drinks.

“What are you having?” I ask when he puts the booklet down.

“Dee Monk. You?”

I open my mouth to answer, but just then the waitress comes to take our order. “One Between the Sheets,” I say, watching Draco's reaction. He narrows his eyes and pretends I'm not there.

“So, how's work?" Okay, that was a pathetic attempt at conversation, but I feel so tongue-tied around him.

He looks at me like I'm retarded. "We were just there." He raises an eyebrow. "We're partners, remember?"

I sink lower in my seat. This prove more difficult than I think. "Yes, I remember."

Now he's just sitting there, staring at his lap while we wait for our drinks. Why did he even agree to this date? He obviously doesn't want to be here.

"Why'd you ask me out?" His voice is so quiet that I can't be sure I heard him.

Why the bloody hell does he think I asked him out? “Because I’m attracted to you.” I can actually feel my cheeks burning. Wow, that hasn't happened in years.

His face falls. “Is that the only reason?”

“No,” I say. “I also thought it’d be interesting to get together and talk a bit. We’ve shared an office for a year now, and we barely know each other.”

He smiles shyly. I think it might be the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen on his face. It looks good.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

The waitress returns with our drinks. We thank her before she leaves, and then we each take a sip.

“How is it?” I ask.

“It’s—different. Not bad, though.” He doesn’t look convinced.

“You should try what I’m having.”

He narrows his eyes again. “No thanks.”

We slowly resume our chit chat, and I can’t help but feel like a bore. I’d like to impress him, but I’m not sure that I can. Whatever opinion he's formed of me over the years isn't likely to change in one evening, even if I do manage to say something witty.

As soon as we finish our drinks, I take the opportunity to ask him to dance. That’s one thing I can actually do, though it took me endless hours and countless nights spent hitting the clubs to finally get the hang of it. Surprisingly, he agrees.

I don’t know the song that’s playing, but it has a nice rhythm. I lead him onto the floor and pull him close, but not so close as to send him the wrong message.

He’s a bit shy at first, but soon he begins to move as well as any of them. As time passes, I can feel his body beginning to press more insistently against mine. I drink in the sight of him—his eyes fluttering, his face flushed. Forgetting any inhibitions I may have had about moving too fast, I plant my lips on his and slip my tongue into his mouth when he gasps in surprise.

I can’t hear his moan, but I can feel it vibrating on my lips. Every movement of his tongue against mine sends a jolt to my cock. I know he's enjoying this, too, because his erection is rubbing against my hip. This is the point when I usually take my dancing partner home and move our activities to the bedroom. Something inside me says I shouldn’t do the same thing with him as I’ve done with countless others, but I want him so much. The skin of his neck is like satin, and I suck it hungrily in between my lips.

Suddenly he pulls away and disappears into the crowd. I assume he's heading for the door and head in that direction. By the time I catch up to him, he’s outside, looking for a secluded spot to Disapparate.

I grab his arm. “What’s wrong? Why’d you leave like that?”

Heaving a sigh, he turns to look at me, his lips formed into a frown. “Harry, I don’t want to be another name for you to cross off of your list.”

“What?” That was a stupid question-- I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” says Draco.

How do I respond to that? “There’s no list, Draco.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, well I suppose that makes everything better. Let’s go back to your place, then.” The sarcasm in his voice pierces my chest like a dagger. But I’m defenseless. As much as I’d like to say that I didn’t ask him out with the intention of ending the date in bed, it just isn’t true.

“Draco, I’m sorry--"

He looks away. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at work.”

I nod. At this point, there’s nothing I can do to save myself. “Yeah, see you.”

He Disapparates, leaving me alone in the churchyard to contemplate my mistakes. Merlin, I’ve really screwed this up.

Chapter 3