Fic - Waking Up With You
Title: Waking Up With You
Author: Abremaline
Rating: R - NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling.
Disclaimer 2: All characters are aged over 18.
Summary: Over a span of time Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy wake up with each other every time they get drunk.
Waking Up With You
The first time Seamus saw Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter leave his bar in London together, Seamus had almost choked. As far as he could tell, both had been so drunk at the time that they had been unable to ascertain who exactly the other was.
It had been a long time since Draco had gotten that drunk - in fact he had never really gotten himself that drunk before. With a war surrounding him his entire youth, and secrets that had needed to be kept for the sake of lives, it had simply never been a pleasure open for him to indulge in. With the war over though, now he could. He could finally get drunk, and he intended to make up for all the times he hadn’t been able to do so illicitly like all those he had grown up with had done.
How many he’d had he didn’t know, and he honestly didn’t care, he no longer had to care. Draco grinned widely to himself, exuberant in his freedom as he bounded towards the dance floor once more.
He hadn’t gotten far when he saw the tanned, muscled young man leaning against the wall - the only man in place that wasn’t dancing. Draco couldn’t fathom why, this man would have been left out, he was…everything that was physical perfection.
Draco slid his way around the other man, his mind a haze of taut muscles and tanned skin. At what point the other had begun to respond so very enthusiastically Draco wasn’t sure, but he knew they had to take their lust somewhere else. Soon.
Harry was still in shock for a long time after Voldemort and his Death Eaters had finally succumbed to the ultimate darkness of all. The first time he had ever entered a bar, Seamus’ bar, (though it was more of club really) Harry was still unsure as to what he was feeling. On one side he was still grieving for all that had been lost, on the other he, like many others, was feeling the joy of finally being free.
He had never had the freedom to entirely let himself go, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he really knew how. Seamus helped him try though, by mixing all his drinks doubly strong. He already was much drunker than he normally would have dared when he found himself being dragged to the dance floor.
Harry remembered nothing of that dance, only the hands that heatedly moved over his body, the lithe form of another man moving against him. He remembered the lips hungrily tasting his jaw and throat.
Harry didn’t remember much of that night, but he remembered walking out of the bar with what had to be the most sensual guy there. He remembered strong arms pushing him back against the closed door of his flat, and the feeling of a mouth and tongue moving down his chest - the teeth that grazed lightly over the bulge in his pants before they were removed.
Not long after the war ended, Harry Potter truly let go for the first time in his life, and he never did remember much from that night. But, he knew he would never forget the best sex of his life.
The first time Draco Malfoy woke up naked beside Harry Potter, he didn’t know what to do, so he left while the other was still sleeping. It would be weeks before he drank again.
* * * *
The second time that Seamus saw Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter leave the bar with their hands all over each other he was just as surprised as he had been the first time it had happened. The only difference being that this time, he managed not to choke so obviously.
Draco had not intended to get drunk that night, not at all, he had simply gone out because he was getting frustrated sitting around the house with only his mother’s head in the fireplace for company. One drink had become two, and well…before he knew it he was conjuring a glittery shower over the dance floor. His last experience entirely forgotten as rubbed against one person after another.
None that he had danced with had done all that much for him until he heard a deep earthy voice ask him nervously “Would you dance with me?”
Harry had been going back to Seamus’ bar almost every night hoping to catch sight a man he couldn’t remember. It had been weeks now and he had finally accepted that even if the man was here, he’d never remember him to recognise him anyway. This particular night Seamus seemed to have made it his mission to get Harry drunk, and had therefore been plying him with free drinks all night.
A shower of glitter drew his attention to the dance floor. Harry was never much of dancer, but the luminescent skin and lithe form of the conjurer made him want to try. The man had a vibrancy about him that Harry wanted to be a part of. Normally, he would have continued to stand back, but alcohol is an amazing confidence booster.
“Would you dance with me?”
Every inch of Draco’s body felt alive as he knelt facing his bed head. He gripped the top bar, and groaned loudly as he felt the roughened hands slide around to hold him and a slicked cock moving in to stretch him just nicely.
A sweaty head resting momentarily on his shoulder, before its owner collapsed in exhaustion.
The first time Harry Potter realised he had slept with Draco Malfoy, he sat and waited for the other to wake. He sat in shock when Draco Malfoy opened one eye, looked at him and simply said, “Not again?”
* * * *
Two years after the war Seamus stood behind the bar of his club laughing quietly to himself as yet again, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter left the bar together. He wondered if they knew who it was they were going home with yet. He imagined so, since neither had ever gone home with anyone else as far he knew.
Draco entered the bar, this time with a purpose. Every time he had gotten drunk he had woken up with Harry Potter, Draco knew when to simply give in and toe the line. This was starting to get a bit silly as far as he could see, and he knew he would only wind up with Potter anyway, so why bother getting drunk when he no longer really wanted to?
Sober sex with a drunken Harry Potter was entirely different to when they were both drunk. It had not seemed nearly as good to be the only sober one. So, Draco started drinking again.
Harry had thought of talking to Draco about the possibility of just not doing the drinking part of their evening. For some reason though, he simply found it impossible to broach the subject on those mornings they woke up together.
Instead Harry would eat and Draco would read his paper in silence, until one of them felt awake enough to make the trek back to their own house. After two years it had become a ritual. The only words ever spoken on these mornings were from Draco when he first opened his eyes and checked the body to the left of him.
“One day I will get drunk and wake up with someone else.”
Harry would laugh and reply, “The betting odds are against it Malfoy.”
* * * *
Draco didn’t know that it rained on the day of his mother’s funeral, the fact simply never registered with him. She was the last family he had, without her, he was alone in the world.
A small part of him felt guilty for mourning his own loneliness, rather than the death of his mother that day. He was the only person standing there as his mother’s coffin was lowered into the ground and all he could think of was that he was alone now. It was just him now, the closest person to him was Harry Potter.
As he threw a handful of dirt onto the coffin of his last remaining family, Draco Malfoy found himself truly craving Harry Potter, more than he ever had when sober. He didn’t notice the rain that had soaked him as he stood outside Harry Potter’s door that day. He only noticed Harry Potter.
“I need you to make love to me. And then I want to cuddle in front of the fire.”
Harry wasn’t surprised to see Draco that day. He had heard about Narcissa, and few knew better than him, what it was to feel alone in the world. He had taken the day off work to wait for Draco that day.
Harry laid the blonde carefully across his bed. He kissed every part him, slowly pouring a love he didn’t know he had into every kiss and every caress. Everything they had shared momentarily binding them together - from the childhood rivalry, to the reluctant camaraderie of war time, the drunken nights of lust. It all fused together as Harry gave Draco the love needed that day.
The silver packet of the condom slipped to the floor when hazed silver eyes looked up and him, “Potter. Neither of us has slept with anyone else in over two years. I think we’re safe.”
Harry’s heart thrummed at the emotion and the tone of the words that followed. “I need to feel you Harry. Really feel you.”
* * * *
No one really noticed the day that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy entered the bar together, hands resting on each other’s backs. Seamus noticed though. For three years the two had always left together, that was nothing strange - this was the first time they had ever entered the bar together though. He couldn’t have been happier for them and gave them free drinks that night.
~The End~
Author: Abremaline
Rating: R - NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling.
Disclaimer 2: All characters are aged over 18.
Summary: Over a span of time Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy wake up with each other every time they get drunk.
Waking Up With You
The first time Seamus saw Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter leave his bar in London together, Seamus had almost choked. As far as he could tell, both had been so drunk at the time that they had been unable to ascertain who exactly the other was.
It had been a long time since Draco had gotten that drunk - in fact he had never really gotten himself that drunk before. With a war surrounding him his entire youth, and secrets that had needed to be kept for the sake of lives, it had simply never been a pleasure open for him to indulge in. With the war over though, now he could. He could finally get drunk, and he intended to make up for all the times he hadn’t been able to do so illicitly like all those he had grown up with had done.
How many he’d had he didn’t know, and he honestly didn’t care, he no longer had to care. Draco grinned widely to himself, exuberant in his freedom as he bounded towards the dance floor once more.
He hadn’t gotten far when he saw the tanned, muscled young man leaning against the wall - the only man in place that wasn’t dancing. Draco couldn’t fathom why, this man would have been left out, he was…everything that was physical perfection.
Draco slid his way around the other man, his mind a haze of taut muscles and tanned skin. At what point the other had begun to respond so very enthusiastically Draco wasn’t sure, but he knew they had to take their lust somewhere else. Soon.
Harry was still in shock for a long time after Voldemort and his Death Eaters had finally succumbed to the ultimate darkness of all. The first time he had ever entered a bar, Seamus’ bar, (though it was more of club really) Harry was still unsure as to what he was feeling. On one side he was still grieving for all that had been lost, on the other he, like many others, was feeling the joy of finally being free.
He had never had the freedom to entirely let himself go, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he really knew how. Seamus helped him try though, by mixing all his drinks doubly strong. He already was much drunker than he normally would have dared when he found himself being dragged to the dance floor.
Harry remembered nothing of that dance, only the hands that heatedly moved over his body, the lithe form of another man moving against him. He remembered the lips hungrily tasting his jaw and throat.
Harry didn’t remember much of that night, but he remembered walking out of the bar with what had to be the most sensual guy there. He remembered strong arms pushing him back against the closed door of his flat, and the feeling of a mouth and tongue moving down his chest - the teeth that grazed lightly over the bulge in his pants before they were removed.
Not long after the war ended, Harry Potter truly let go for the first time in his life, and he never did remember much from that night. But, he knew he would never forget the best sex of his life.
The first time Draco Malfoy woke up naked beside Harry Potter, he didn’t know what to do, so he left while the other was still sleeping. It would be weeks before he drank again.
* * * *
The second time that Seamus saw Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter leave the bar with their hands all over each other he was just as surprised as he had been the first time it had happened. The only difference being that this time, he managed not to choke so obviously.
Draco had not intended to get drunk that night, not at all, he had simply gone out because he was getting frustrated sitting around the house with only his mother’s head in the fireplace for company. One drink had become two, and well…before he knew it he was conjuring a glittery shower over the dance floor. His last experience entirely forgotten as rubbed against one person after another.
None that he had danced with had done all that much for him until he heard a deep earthy voice ask him nervously “Would you dance with me?”
Harry had been going back to Seamus’ bar almost every night hoping to catch sight a man he couldn’t remember. It had been weeks now and he had finally accepted that even if the man was here, he’d never remember him to recognise him anyway. This particular night Seamus seemed to have made it his mission to get Harry drunk, and had therefore been plying him with free drinks all night.
A shower of glitter drew his attention to the dance floor. Harry was never much of dancer, but the luminescent skin and lithe form of the conjurer made him want to try. The man had a vibrancy about him that Harry wanted to be a part of. Normally, he would have continued to stand back, but alcohol is an amazing confidence booster.
“Would you dance with me?”
Every inch of Draco’s body felt alive as he knelt facing his bed head. He gripped the top bar, and groaned loudly as he felt the roughened hands slide around to hold him and a slicked cock moving in to stretch him just nicely.
A sweaty head resting momentarily on his shoulder, before its owner collapsed in exhaustion.
The first time Harry Potter realised he had slept with Draco Malfoy, he sat and waited for the other to wake. He sat in shock when Draco Malfoy opened one eye, looked at him and simply said, “Not again?”
* * * *
Two years after the war Seamus stood behind the bar of his club laughing quietly to himself as yet again, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter left the bar together. He wondered if they knew who it was they were going home with yet. He imagined so, since neither had ever gone home with anyone else as far he knew.
Draco entered the bar, this time with a purpose. Every time he had gotten drunk he had woken up with Harry Potter, Draco knew when to simply give in and toe the line. This was starting to get a bit silly as far as he could see, and he knew he would only wind up with Potter anyway, so why bother getting drunk when he no longer really wanted to?
Sober sex with a drunken Harry Potter was entirely different to when they were both drunk. It had not seemed nearly as good to be the only sober one. So, Draco started drinking again.
Harry had thought of talking to Draco about the possibility of just not doing the drinking part of their evening. For some reason though, he simply found it impossible to broach the subject on those mornings they woke up together.
Instead Harry would eat and Draco would read his paper in silence, until one of them felt awake enough to make the trek back to their own house. After two years it had become a ritual. The only words ever spoken on these mornings were from Draco when he first opened his eyes and checked the body to the left of him.
“One day I will get drunk and wake up with someone else.”
Harry would laugh and reply, “The betting odds are against it Malfoy.”
* * * *
Draco didn’t know that it rained on the day of his mother’s funeral, the fact simply never registered with him. She was the last family he had, without her, he was alone in the world.
A small part of him felt guilty for mourning his own loneliness, rather than the death of his mother that day. He was the only person standing there as his mother’s coffin was lowered into the ground and all he could think of was that he was alone now. It was just him now, the closest person to him was Harry Potter.
As he threw a handful of dirt onto the coffin of his last remaining family, Draco Malfoy found himself truly craving Harry Potter, more than he ever had when sober. He didn’t notice the rain that had soaked him as he stood outside Harry Potter’s door that day. He only noticed Harry Potter.
“I need you to make love to me. And then I want to cuddle in front of the fire.”
Harry wasn’t surprised to see Draco that day. He had heard about Narcissa, and few knew better than him, what it was to feel alone in the world. He had taken the day off work to wait for Draco that day.
Harry laid the blonde carefully across his bed. He kissed every part him, slowly pouring a love he didn’t know he had into every kiss and every caress. Everything they had shared momentarily binding them together - from the childhood rivalry, to the reluctant camaraderie of war time, the drunken nights of lust. It all fused together as Harry gave Draco the love needed that day.
The silver packet of the condom slipped to the floor when hazed silver eyes looked up and him, “Potter. Neither of us has slept with anyone else in over two years. I think we’re safe.”
Harry’s heart thrummed at the emotion and the tone of the words that followed. “I need to feel you Harry. Really feel you.”
* * * *
No one really noticed the day that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy entered the bar together, hands resting on each other’s backs. Seamus noticed though. For three years the two had always left together, that was nothing strange - this was the first time they had ever entered the bar together though. He couldn’t have been happier for them and gave them free drinks that night.
~The End~