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The Garland Gay
Vaysh
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters:
Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, George Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Montague, Original Veela Characters, Minor Hermione Granger/Victor Krum
Additional Tags:
Minor Character Death, Blood, Veela, HP: EWE, Veela Draco Malfoy
Language: English, Published: 2014-04-18, Completed: 2014-04-18, Words: 35150, Chapters:4/4
Summary:
Draco Malfoy has it all – sex, money, power. But a family secret threatens to become the undoing of the successful head of Malfoy Bank. His troubles bring him to private investigator Harry Potter, who lost it all – girlfriend, Galleons, Auror career – over a tenacious obsession with a certain blond. Both become entangled in the vengeful schemes of a stranger from the past. As much as Draco tries to resist, in the end, he must make a fateful choice for the man he is destined to love.
Excerpt:
Draco heard the door open and close, then Potter stood beside him at the desk. He didn't look at Draco but stared at the wall, at the dozens of photographs, close-ups and shots from a distance, Draco Malfoy looking up into the sky, shaking his head, turning a page, walking a few steps. The floor was littered with the notes that Draco had dropped to reveal all of this.
Potter rubbed his hand over his face, a furious blush creeping up his cheeks. He'd taken a quick shower and changed his clothes. He looked good in a green Muggle shirt and black trousers. Tired still, and he hadn't shaved, but Draco didn't mind. He stared at Potter. Potter, who had followed him around and taken pictures of him, secretly, hiding them underneath his notes on the wall. Had Potter been stalking him? Did he still suspect him of some dark evil, like he'd done all through Hogwarts?
Draco opened his mouth to defend himself against – Merlin, he didn't even know against what. But then he noticed Potter's erection – big and hard, clearly visible underneath those Muggle trousers. The smell of lemon soap was around him, with a whiff of turpentine. And the pieces fell into place, one after the other: Potter waiting for him in that Ministry corridor, Potter's disastrous coming out, Potter's shy smile whenever they met. Harry sodding Potter wanted him, wanted Draco Malfoy. It was a cosmic joke but Draco couldn't laugh. His mouth had gone dry as his blood rushed south with a need so strong it hurt. He ached to touch Potter, wherever. He should never have come here, running low on the potion like this. Now he was fucked.
"This," Potter started, "I can explain it, I can. If you..."
"Come here." The Allure was strong in Draco's voice, and he saw immediately what it did to Potter. His breath stuttered, a swift flick of the tip of his tongue. He moved one hand towards his neck as if to get a hold on himself. The other went instinctively towards his groin.
Slowly Potter stepped in front of Draco, careful not to touch him anywhere. He stared at the floor, perhaps at Draco's crotch hidden underneath his robes, but Draco wanted to see him. He put his hands on Potter's hips and pulled him close. "Look at me," he whispered.
And Potter raised his head and looked straight at Draco. Merlin, what was it with those glasses? The light reflected off of them, distracting Draco from Potter's lips that quivered like he was about to cry. Or about to kiss. "Take them off," he ordered softly.
Potter obeyed at once, like he was under Imperius. He didn't take his eyes from Draco when he put the glasses on the desk. And perhaps that order had been a mistake, for Draco found himself gasping at the green intensity of Potter's eyes, sparkling and dark with desire. A strange urge came over him, to smooth out the creases around Potter's eyes, to caress those lips until they opened into a small smile. Potter's eyes fluttered shut, but he held still, leaning ever so slightly into Draco's touch.
"Put your arms around my neck," Draco said.
Something flashed across Potter's face, something like pain. "No, Malfoy, that's not a good... I don't think..." He didn't finish but didn't move, either. What was it with that man? Did he think Draco was going to hurt him, when he was so much gentler than he had been in a long time? Much gentler definitely than he'd ever been without the potion. And this was like it had been without the potion, there was no denying the heat flooding his entire body, the crazy need to be with Potter, right now, here on this desk.
"Put. Your arms. Around. My neck," he said again, letting his voice go husky.
Potter's hands were sweaty and trembling, yet their hesitant embrace sent sparks through Draco's body. The tingling in his shoulder blades turned into something else, something that pushed painfully against his skin and made him move forward and pull Potter close, to have their bodies touch. Oh, and he should stop this now, he should. But then Potter moaned softly, his breath warm, his lips so close to Draco's cheek, his chest hard against him. Draco couldn't stop, not when it felt so good, brilliant like nothing had felt in years. He moved his hands over Potter's back, his arse, his thighs. He was less lean than Draco liked his lovers to be, but he felt wonderful, smooth and firm. Draco's erection was pressing into Potter's soft belly, his fingers were digging into cloth, flesh and muscles. Merlin, he was aching for Potter's naked skin, so much he felt his fingertips go numb with the need of it.
Potter leaned close to him and whispered, "Kiss me," and again, "Kiss me."
Draco was helpless against the rough, dark voice. His lips opened, and Potter's mouth pressed against him. His legs spread wider, he cupped Potter's arse with both hands, to pull him in, to get more of him. Their dicks were grinding against each other, and Draco gasped out loud at the sweet thrill cutting through him.
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