re-post of story
hello all,
i am reposting this because i think someone mght have been looking for it.
nc-17
warning: drug use and some smut
"And you're sure he's not a bloody narc?" Harry was sucking his last fag down to the filter, desperately trying to get the last of the nicotine before he threw it.
Draco rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow towards Harry. He slightly shook his head and went back to lighting his fag. "Harry, love, you really must stop watching those terrible muggle television shows. They do nothing to highlight your diminishing intelligence. And yes, I do know for a fact that this bloke isn't a 'narc' as you so like to say." Draco blew a smoke around Harry's face, framing it in a white cloud of carbon monoxide.
"And how, pray tell, do you know this for a fact? You're a terrible judge of character, Malfoy." Harry said as he flicked his burned out fag further into the dark alley where they were waiting patiently in the dark.
Draco gently punched Harry in the arm and took a deep drag. "This is the bloke who hooked Pansy up with all her newest candy. That shit that we tried last week at one of her 'soireés’. Remember how pure that was?”
Harry smiled in memory of the coke that Draco and he snorted till they were sure that their noses were going to bleed. This train of thought took another track when Harry remembered what happened once they somehow apparated back to their London flat, miraculously without splinching themselves, the sex had been especially rough and hard. Harry’s smile became a grin as he hoped there would be a repeat tonight, Draco did always look so pretty on his hands and knees in front of Harry and his cock.
“Anyway,” Draco continued, completely ignoring Harry’s feral smile, “this is the same bloke, Pansy said he has some of the best coke in town.” Draco flicked the embers from his fag and watched them turn black and grey into ash.
Harry snorted and tried to keep from rolling his eyes too heavily. “Yeah, right, like Pansy would know good coke if it bit her in the arse. Are we forgetting the time she fucking O.D’d on our living room carpet. Stupid bitch. What kind of stupid fucking cunt confuses heroine for coke? Thank the fucking gods that we didn’t take the first snort. We should have just let her die instead of taking her to the fucking hospital. Why didn’t we again?” Harry desperately wanted another fag but his pack was empty and he was pretty sure that Draco wouldn’t want to leave to go buy another one. Fuck.
Draco laughed a bitter laugh and looked at Harry. He took a step closer to his boyfriend and slipped an arm around his waist, Harry’s arm instinctively reached Draco’s waist and held him close. He noticed Harry’s obvious annoyance and took pity. He handed Harry what was left of his fag. Harry smiled and gave Draco a loving squeeze.
“Because we had just gotten out carpets cleaned, remember? We both didn’t want a huge blood stain in front of our fireplace.”
“Oh yeah,” Harry mumbled, nodding his head in remembrance. Harry finished the last of Draco’s and flicked it onto the ground and watched as it slowly died away from its orange brilliance to a dull black. They both stayed silent for a few minutes before they grew restless once more. If there was one bad thing about doing drugs, it was the waiting for your dealer to meet up with you. Harry still wanted another fag, they were good to waste time with. Fuck, I knew I should have bought a new pack before I came here, Harry thought.
The wind picked up and began to blow a bit more violently. Harry shivered and tried to bundle up better. He wished he was smart like Draco and had also brought a hat and scarf, instead of just throwing on Draco’s pea coat that wasn’t nearly warm enough. He vainly tried to gather warmth by putting his hands in the outer pockets. His hand brushed against what Harry thought was another fag, he immediately brought his hand out into the light to see. When he looked at his hand, he let out a small chuckle and let a smile distract him from the cold.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?” Draco was busy playing with his tongue ring which he was constantly caught doing as a form of entertainment.
“Were you planning on ever smoking this?” Harry said in amusement as he held out his hand for Draco to see.
Draco looked down and his eyes widened slightly. He let out a laugh and looked back at Harry. “Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that. It was a gift from Weasley for helping him with his training. He gave it to me yesterday and I just put it in my pocket.”
Harry nodded his head and looked at the joint and pulled out his lighter. He put the joint to his lips. If there was one thing Harry loved as much as his fags, if not more, it was herb. The first illegal substance he ever tried back at Hogwarts in sixth year, it always held soft spot in his heart.
“He’s going to be here in a few minutes. Don’t you want to wait because-” Draco asked.
Harry simply shook his head and lit the joint. He inhaled as deep as he could and watched the orange embers grow brighter and brighter. The smell of burning weed always brought back Hogwarts memories, he could still remember sitting in the common room with Ron and Hermione after the prefects had done their rounds, smoking weed and laughing until their sides hurt. When he knew his lungs could hold no more, he withdrew from his lips with his thumb and forefinger. Harry closed his eyes and held the smoke in as long as possible allowing the feeling of cloudiness and happiness to enter his mind. Funny, the cold no longer seemed to bother him anymore.
When he opened his eyes, Draco was staring at him with a look of admiration and lust. The smirk on his face was one of Harry’s favorites. Harry blew the smoke out in a steady stream of a white cloud and chuckled a little at Draco’s face. “What?” Harry asks, Draco always got that look when he watched Harry do anything illegal. He reckoned it turned Draco on.
Draco smiled genuinely and gently bit his lower lip, Harry couldn’t help but lick his own. “Well, before you took that hit, I was just going to say to go easy and not take too much because shit is medicinal.” Draco stopped to laugh a bit more, “But too late now.”
Harry looked back at the joint and smiled even wider. Medicinal was the best, always. Better than kush because of its potency and works faster. “How did Ron get medicinal? And how much did he pay? And can he get me some?” Harry handed the joint to Draco.
“I think he got it from some mate of Dean’s. I’m sure Weasley can get you some, he had a rather large stash when I saw him.” Draco put the joint in his lips and inhaled.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Oh shit! That reminds me, don’t let me forget Ron’s luudes, training is picking up soon and he needs them.”
Draco blew out the smoke and passed the joint back to Harry.
‘What? Weasley can’t get his own? You’re not the middle man, Harry.”
Harry inhaled for a few more seconds before he blew out his smoke and looked back to Draco. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. Tell me love, who is it that still hooks Blaise up with ex?”
Draco took the joint from Harry and scowled and tsked at him before he started smoking. The joint was slowly getting shorter and shorter, and both Draco and Harry were getting more and more high. By the time Draco passed the joint back it barely fit in Harry’s thick strong fingers.
“That’s only because he is too stupid and incapable of getting any hooks without getting arrested or cheated. It’s a favor for him.”
“Speaking of hooks,” Harry said as he blew out the smoke and dropped the joint to the ground, “Where the fuck is your mate? I want to go home.”
“He’ll be here. What the fuck do you expect? We’re working with muggles, they’re always late. If maybe we went to wizards like everyone else we know, this wouldn’t be an issue, Harry.” Draco looked pointedly at Harry with a delicate raise of an eyebrow.
Harry decided to ignore the eyebrow raise, “I told you already Draco. We can’t work with wizards, they’ll tell anyone with two ears about how their Golden Boy is a cokehead. I can’t wait to read that in the Daily Prophet.” Harry’s voice was dripping with sarcasm but not spite, the weed would not allow that.
Draco laughed as he pictured the article. Soon Harry was joining in.
“That would be bloody hilarious. Imagine what Dumbledore would say? Ha!” They launched into another round of giggles before they finally straightened up and took a deep cleansing breath.
They quieted down and let their happily clouded and clam mind take in their surroundings. The feel of Draco's arm around Harry's waist was making feel a bit ticklish and a bit aroused. Harry let out a small chuckle in remembering that weed always made him horny... always.
He looked around, up and down the alley and when deciding that there was no one close, not that it would have mattered, but simply an old habit that never died from the war, he reached up and took Draco's face in his hands and admired him in what little light was available. He leaned and brushed his lips across Draco's, just barely touching. But even that touch was enough to make them both moan.
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Draco never understood all the hype surrounding weed back when he was in school. Everyone seemed to be doing it but he could never get over the terrible smell and the effect never seemed to be all that fun or interesting.
That was true in his mind until he took his first hit, after that, all thoughts of bad smells and boring effects flew right out of his lungs along with the smoke. The fact that the first time Draco ever got high was with Harry may have something to do with that thought process, but who cares? It was night, they were both bored and lonely, Harry had a eighth with him... who wouldn't try it once? Grimmauld Place became a playground for them that night.
But the ability to laugh at everything or the amazing hyper-sensitivity or incredible feel good happiness was absolutely nothing compared to the horniness that courses through Draco's body when he gets stoned.
Perhaps that's why he and Harry became so excited that they broke three windows, two portraits, and a door from their hard fucking.
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It was the softest touch from Harry that brought Draco back from his usual 'high wanderings' as Harry liked to call them. The slight brush of Harry's soft lips had the moan coming from nowhere, neither were aware that they had missed this contact until they had a taste of it.
But the moan was all it took to free the flood from the dam. Draco instinctively wrapped his arms around Harry's neck while Harry grabbed Draco from the waist and hips and pulled him as close to Harry's body as possible. Their lips crashed again and again and their tongues fought for faux dominance; they were equals.
However, Harry was especially horny tonight and this simple cloth on cloth and kissing would not satisfy him tonight. Tonight, he wanted rough. He wanted to see Draco on his knees in front of him, he wanted to see his lover begging and moaning and writhing with want and desperation, he wanted to see him filled to the complete max and still wanting more, he wanted Draco screaming his name over and over again and saying how much he loved and wanted Harry. And Harry wanted that right now.
With no warning, he quickly grabbed Draco at his slim hips and pushed him violently against the back alley wall, lips never breaking contact. He grounded his cock against Draco's and allowed the gurgle of a scream to pass through Draco's mouth into the air. Harry grabbed at Draco's legs and hoisted them around his hips, allowing the contact between cloth covered cocks more freedom. Harry grounded his now hard cock against Draco's hard cock while Harry's hands kneaded and massaged Draco's arse. It was so perfect, so plump, so round, so tight, and so fucking his. His lips never stopped attacking Draco's, swallowing every loud moan that Draco pushed through.
Harry was wrecking complete havoc on all of Draco's senses. If Harry didn't remove his cock for Draco to suck in about two seconds, Draco was going to rip off Harry's favorite jeans and do it for him. Somewhere in the dark and ignored part of his brain, Draco remembered that they were still waiting for someone, but as soon as Harry began to reach for his own belt buckle, all thoughts that had nothing to do with sucking Harry dry quickly evaporated.
Draco reached down and fumbled with Harry's belt buckle, both pairs of hands were ineffective as they were too excited to undo the buckle. Draco groaned in frustration and finally remembered he was in fact a wizard and reached into his jacket and withdrew his wand. After a few chosen words, not only was Harry's belt undone, but his trousers and pants pooled around Harry's feet.
Harry put his hands on Draco's shoulders and began to push down. Draco didn't even register the push, his legs unwrapped around Harry's waist as his knees found the hard ground on their own accord.
"Gods, fuck yeah. You don't need to be told twice do you Draco?" Harry said in his low baritone and husky voice as he watched Draco automatically get on his knees. "You love to suck cock, isn't that right? A hot cock in your mouth is all you need, huh? You're a fucking- Oh fuck yeah!" Draco swallowed Harry whole, shutting up any of Harry's comments. Not that Draco didn't like them, he just wanted Harry's cock right now.
Harry looked down at Draco swallowing his cock whole, feeling the tip of Draco's nose touch his pubes. "Oh gods!" Harry moaned, Draco was the fucking best when it came to head. "Suck it Draco, just fucking suck my cock!" Harry's hands found their way into Draco's soft blonde locks and grabbed them hard. Draco eyes looked up to Harry's and gave a minute nod of his head and hummed his approval around Harry's cock.
Harry had to close his eyes a moment and concentrate very hard on not coming immediately from the slight vibrations that mometarily surrounded his cock from Draco's hum. With a go ahead from Draco, he latched on even tighter to the blonde hair and began to thrust in and out of Draco's open and warm mouth. Draco took everything that Harry could give, he learned to deep throat just for that reason.
"Oh, fucking hell! Holy shit Draco! Goddamn this feels fucking amazing. Fuck!" Harry had to finally close his eyes, both watching and feeling Harry fuck Draco's mouth was beginning to be too much.
Draco knew his lover was getting close and knew just how to push him over the edge. Still sucking and licking at Harry's beautiful cock, his hand reached down and began to massage Harry's balls, handing each one a bit roughly knowing Harry's preference.
"Fuck yeah! Massage my balls Draco! Gods you know just what I like!" Harry could feel the heat in his groin becoming too much and he knew he was dangerously close. "Gods! Make me come Draco! Make me fucking scream!" Harry picked up the pace of fucking Draco's mouth.
Draco wanted his prize and he wanted right now, he began to hum around Harry's cock and without warning or preperation, Draco shoved two fingers into Harry's tight hole.
That was all Harry needed, he came so violently and hard that he wasn't sure if his knees were going to hold him up.
But before he could fall, Draco stood up and gathered Harry into a deep embrace. Harry could still feel Draco’s hard cock against his thigh. He wanted to reach down and grab hold of it to return the favor when a clearing of a throat caused them to turn around.
A man, who could only be assumed as the dealer if his expensive suit and bloodshot eyes said anything, looked confused and uncomfortable. Obviously straight.
Draco broke into restrained giggles while Harry tried to pull up his pants. Once the belt was back in place, he grabbed Draco’s hand and turned around to face the man.
“You’re fucking late.” He said sternly.
The man looked even more uncomfortable. Pansy had said not fuck with them, he hadn’t meant to be late.
“Sorry, I got lost. Not from London.” He pulled on his tie to loosen it, it suddenly felt very hot in the alley.
“Whatever. Do you have it?”
The man reached for his black bag and took out a small brown paper bag. He threw it over to Harry.
Harry immediately handed the bag over to Draco so he could make sure they were not getting fucked over. Harry kept a stern stare at the man. It’s not that Harry didn’t like the chap, but this was the only way to ensure a good deal. He discovered this early on in his drug life, if you acted like a dick you were going to be treated like a dick and no one will do business with you. If you act too nice the dealers will take advantage of that and still fuck you over. But if you seemed tough and silent, the dealers couldn’t make an impression and therefore were uncomfortable.
Harry had to be tough to get a good deal, it was that simple.
“All right, it’s all here. Pay him and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Draco said to Harry, already moving back toward the lighted end of the alleyway. Harry took out his wallet and handed over wad of notes. He turned around and started to follow Draco, not bothering to make sure the dealer had the right amount. He knew it was.
Harry had finally caught up with Draco and slid an arm around his waist. He kissed him on his temple and buried his hand underneath Draco’s coat.
“Is here okay?” Draco asked, looking around to make sure they were alone.
“Yeah, here’s fine. See you at home.” Harry apparated away with Draco just a split second behind him.
They were sitting on floor cushions in front a fire. They had both changed into more comfortable clothes and opened a couple bottles of Newcastle Ale. As Draco sat back and sipped his ale, he watched Harry cut the coke into thin little lines on a mirror with a sharp blade
Draco always liked using a mirror to sniff coke from. It was so interesting to watch himself do a line. Ever since the first time he tried coke.
Most of their friends are surprised when Harry and Draco tell them Draco introduced Harry to coke. Due to Harry’s extensive track record with drugs, ex, weed, shrooms, acid, LSD, K, and numerous pills, everyone thought that cocaine would have been on the top of that list. But it was not until Draco’s 19th birthday, at a club with all their friends, did they try coke.
Draco had been using coke on and off for about six months before Harry tried it. It’s not that Harry never wanted to, but when the opportunity arose, there was always something else he wanted to try. When he did finally try it at the club on his boyfriend’s birthday, he wondered why he waited before this to try such an interesting drug.
They both remember that night well. The club was fairly high end, so if people weren’t doing lines at the bar or tables, they were at least doing so in the bathroom. Draco remembers Seamus and Dean trying to talk some girls into showing them their tits, Blaise was having just too much fun on the dance floor, Pansy couldn’t shut the fuck up and was threatened by everyone at the table repeatedly.
But it was Ron and Hermione who were the best. Draco still chuckles at the memory of Ron and Hermione just staring at the bright lights and each other, not being able to move. They got engaged that night.
“Do you want to do the honors baby?” Harry asked Draco, holding up a tightly rolled hundred pound note to Draco. Draco smiled, he always loved Harry’s consideration.
“Why thank you.” Draco reached over and took the bill from Harry as he brought the mirror closer to him. He looked at the six lines and tried to decide which one he wanted first. Not really caring that much, he placed the note in his nose and the other right at the end of the line. With a quick inhale and push of his head he snorted the entire line without a trace of leftover.
He put his head back up and brushed away at any extra powder on his nose. He handed the money and mirror over to Harry for his turn. Harry repeated Draco’s actions, but didn’t just take one line but two.
“Careful, love. We don’t know how pure this shit is yet.” But just as Draco said so, he felt the familiar pick up of the heart and this sudden burst of energy. He suddenly felt very clear and attentive, he took another sip of his Newcastle.
“Oh… I’d say it’s pretty fucking pure,” Harry said. Draco looked over to him from across the coffee table. He couldn’t help but smile, Harry looked really coked up. His green eyes seemed even more green and bigger, his breath was coming a bit quicker, and he looked like he was about to self-combust with energy.
Draco laughed. It was going to be a good night.
i am reposting this because i think someone mght have been looking for it.
nc-17
warning: drug use and some smut
"And you're sure he's not a bloody narc?" Harry was sucking his last fag down to the filter, desperately trying to get the last of the nicotine before he threw it.
Draco rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow towards Harry. He slightly shook his head and went back to lighting his fag. "Harry, love, you really must stop watching those terrible muggle television shows. They do nothing to highlight your diminishing intelligence. And yes, I do know for a fact that this bloke isn't a 'narc' as you so like to say." Draco blew a smoke around Harry's face, framing it in a white cloud of carbon monoxide.
"And how, pray tell, do you know this for a fact? You're a terrible judge of character, Malfoy." Harry said as he flicked his burned out fag further into the dark alley where they were waiting patiently in the dark.
Draco gently punched Harry in the arm and took a deep drag. "This is the bloke who hooked Pansy up with all her newest candy. That shit that we tried last week at one of her 'soireés’. Remember how pure that was?”
Harry smiled in memory of the coke that Draco and he snorted till they were sure that their noses were going to bleed. This train of thought took another track when Harry remembered what happened once they somehow apparated back to their London flat, miraculously without splinching themselves, the sex had been especially rough and hard. Harry’s smile became a grin as he hoped there would be a repeat tonight, Draco did always look so pretty on his hands and knees in front of Harry and his cock.
“Anyway,” Draco continued, completely ignoring Harry’s feral smile, “this is the same bloke, Pansy said he has some of the best coke in town.” Draco flicked the embers from his fag and watched them turn black and grey into ash.
Harry snorted and tried to keep from rolling his eyes too heavily. “Yeah, right, like Pansy would know good coke if it bit her in the arse. Are we forgetting the time she fucking O.D’d on our living room carpet. Stupid bitch. What kind of stupid fucking cunt confuses heroine for coke? Thank the fucking gods that we didn’t take the first snort. We should have just let her die instead of taking her to the fucking hospital. Why didn’t we again?” Harry desperately wanted another fag but his pack was empty and he was pretty sure that Draco wouldn’t want to leave to go buy another one. Fuck.
Draco laughed a bitter laugh and looked at Harry. He took a step closer to his boyfriend and slipped an arm around his waist, Harry’s arm instinctively reached Draco’s waist and held him close. He noticed Harry’s obvious annoyance and took pity. He handed Harry what was left of his fag. Harry smiled and gave Draco a loving squeeze.
“Because we had just gotten out carpets cleaned, remember? We both didn’t want a huge blood stain in front of our fireplace.”
“Oh yeah,” Harry mumbled, nodding his head in remembrance. Harry finished the last of Draco’s and flicked it onto the ground and watched as it slowly died away from its orange brilliance to a dull black. They both stayed silent for a few minutes before they grew restless once more. If there was one bad thing about doing drugs, it was the waiting for your dealer to meet up with you. Harry still wanted another fag, they were good to waste time with. Fuck, I knew I should have bought a new pack before I came here, Harry thought.
The wind picked up and began to blow a bit more violently. Harry shivered and tried to bundle up better. He wished he was smart like Draco and had also brought a hat and scarf, instead of just throwing on Draco’s pea coat that wasn’t nearly warm enough. He vainly tried to gather warmth by putting his hands in the outer pockets. His hand brushed against what Harry thought was another fag, he immediately brought his hand out into the light to see. When he looked at his hand, he let out a small chuckle and let a smile distract him from the cold.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?” Draco was busy playing with his tongue ring which he was constantly caught doing as a form of entertainment.
“Were you planning on ever smoking this?” Harry said in amusement as he held out his hand for Draco to see.
Draco looked down and his eyes widened slightly. He let out a laugh and looked back at Harry. “Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that. It was a gift from Weasley for helping him with his training. He gave it to me yesterday and I just put it in my pocket.”
Harry nodded his head and looked at the joint and pulled out his lighter. He put the joint to his lips. If there was one thing Harry loved as much as his fags, if not more, it was herb. The first illegal substance he ever tried back at Hogwarts in sixth year, it always held soft spot in his heart.
“He’s going to be here in a few minutes. Don’t you want to wait because-” Draco asked.
Harry simply shook his head and lit the joint. He inhaled as deep as he could and watched the orange embers grow brighter and brighter. The smell of burning weed always brought back Hogwarts memories, he could still remember sitting in the common room with Ron and Hermione after the prefects had done their rounds, smoking weed and laughing until their sides hurt. When he knew his lungs could hold no more, he withdrew from his lips with his thumb and forefinger. Harry closed his eyes and held the smoke in as long as possible allowing the feeling of cloudiness and happiness to enter his mind. Funny, the cold no longer seemed to bother him anymore.
When he opened his eyes, Draco was staring at him with a look of admiration and lust. The smirk on his face was one of Harry’s favorites. Harry blew the smoke out in a steady stream of a white cloud and chuckled a little at Draco’s face. “What?” Harry asks, Draco always got that look when he watched Harry do anything illegal. He reckoned it turned Draco on.
Draco smiled genuinely and gently bit his lower lip, Harry couldn’t help but lick his own. “Well, before you took that hit, I was just going to say to go easy and not take too much because shit is medicinal.” Draco stopped to laugh a bit more, “But too late now.”
Harry looked back at the joint and smiled even wider. Medicinal was the best, always. Better than kush because of its potency and works faster. “How did Ron get medicinal? And how much did he pay? And can he get me some?” Harry handed the joint to Draco.
“I think he got it from some mate of Dean’s. I’m sure Weasley can get you some, he had a rather large stash when I saw him.” Draco put the joint in his lips and inhaled.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Oh shit! That reminds me, don’t let me forget Ron’s luudes, training is picking up soon and he needs them.”
Draco blew out the smoke and passed the joint back to Harry.
‘What? Weasley can’t get his own? You’re not the middle man, Harry.”
Harry inhaled for a few more seconds before he blew out his smoke and looked back to Draco. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. Tell me love, who is it that still hooks Blaise up with ex?”
Draco took the joint from Harry and scowled and tsked at him before he started smoking. The joint was slowly getting shorter and shorter, and both Draco and Harry were getting more and more high. By the time Draco passed the joint back it barely fit in Harry’s thick strong fingers.
“That’s only because he is too stupid and incapable of getting any hooks without getting arrested or cheated. It’s a favor for him.”
“Speaking of hooks,” Harry said as he blew out the smoke and dropped the joint to the ground, “Where the fuck is your mate? I want to go home.”
“He’ll be here. What the fuck do you expect? We’re working with muggles, they’re always late. If maybe we went to wizards like everyone else we know, this wouldn’t be an issue, Harry.” Draco looked pointedly at Harry with a delicate raise of an eyebrow.
Harry decided to ignore the eyebrow raise, “I told you already Draco. We can’t work with wizards, they’ll tell anyone with two ears about how their Golden Boy is a cokehead. I can’t wait to read that in the Daily Prophet.” Harry’s voice was dripping with sarcasm but not spite, the weed would not allow that.
Draco laughed as he pictured the article. Soon Harry was joining in.
“That would be bloody hilarious. Imagine what Dumbledore would say? Ha!” They launched into another round of giggles before they finally straightened up and took a deep cleansing breath.
They quieted down and let their happily clouded and clam mind take in their surroundings. The feel of Draco's arm around Harry's waist was making feel a bit ticklish and a bit aroused. Harry let out a small chuckle in remembering that weed always made him horny... always.
He looked around, up and down the alley and when deciding that there was no one close, not that it would have mattered, but simply an old habit that never died from the war, he reached up and took Draco's face in his hands and admired him in what little light was available. He leaned and brushed his lips across Draco's, just barely touching. But even that touch was enough to make them both moan.
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Draco never understood all the hype surrounding weed back when he was in school. Everyone seemed to be doing it but he could never get over the terrible smell and the effect never seemed to be all that fun or interesting.
That was true in his mind until he took his first hit, after that, all thoughts of bad smells and boring effects flew right out of his lungs along with the smoke. The fact that the first time Draco ever got high was with Harry may have something to do with that thought process, but who cares? It was night, they were both bored and lonely, Harry had a eighth with him... who wouldn't try it once? Grimmauld Place became a playground for them that night.
But the ability to laugh at everything or the amazing hyper-sensitivity or incredible feel good happiness was absolutely nothing compared to the horniness that courses through Draco's body when he gets stoned.
Perhaps that's why he and Harry became so excited that they broke three windows, two portraits, and a door from their hard fucking.
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It was the softest touch from Harry that brought Draco back from his usual 'high wanderings' as Harry liked to call them. The slight brush of Harry's soft lips had the moan coming from nowhere, neither were aware that they had missed this contact until they had a taste of it.
But the moan was all it took to free the flood from the dam. Draco instinctively wrapped his arms around Harry's neck while Harry grabbed Draco from the waist and hips and pulled him as close to Harry's body as possible. Their lips crashed again and again and their tongues fought for faux dominance; they were equals.
However, Harry was especially horny tonight and this simple cloth on cloth and kissing would not satisfy him tonight. Tonight, he wanted rough. He wanted to see Draco on his knees in front of him, he wanted to see his lover begging and moaning and writhing with want and desperation, he wanted to see him filled to the complete max and still wanting more, he wanted Draco screaming his name over and over again and saying how much he loved and wanted Harry. And Harry wanted that right now.
With no warning, he quickly grabbed Draco at his slim hips and pushed him violently against the back alley wall, lips never breaking contact. He grounded his cock against Draco's and allowed the gurgle of a scream to pass through Draco's mouth into the air. Harry grabbed at Draco's legs and hoisted them around his hips, allowing the contact between cloth covered cocks more freedom. Harry grounded his now hard cock against Draco's hard cock while Harry's hands kneaded and massaged Draco's arse. It was so perfect, so plump, so round, so tight, and so fucking his. His lips never stopped attacking Draco's, swallowing every loud moan that Draco pushed through.
Harry was wrecking complete havoc on all of Draco's senses. If Harry didn't remove his cock for Draco to suck in about two seconds, Draco was going to rip off Harry's favorite jeans and do it for him. Somewhere in the dark and ignored part of his brain, Draco remembered that they were still waiting for someone, but as soon as Harry began to reach for his own belt buckle, all thoughts that had nothing to do with sucking Harry dry quickly evaporated.
Draco reached down and fumbled with Harry's belt buckle, both pairs of hands were ineffective as they were too excited to undo the buckle. Draco groaned in frustration and finally remembered he was in fact a wizard and reached into his jacket and withdrew his wand. After a few chosen words, not only was Harry's belt undone, but his trousers and pants pooled around Harry's feet.
Harry put his hands on Draco's shoulders and began to push down. Draco didn't even register the push, his legs unwrapped around Harry's waist as his knees found the hard ground on their own accord.
"Gods, fuck yeah. You don't need to be told twice do you Draco?" Harry said in his low baritone and husky voice as he watched Draco automatically get on his knees. "You love to suck cock, isn't that right? A hot cock in your mouth is all you need, huh? You're a fucking- Oh fuck yeah!" Draco swallowed Harry whole, shutting up any of Harry's comments. Not that Draco didn't like them, he just wanted Harry's cock right now.
Harry looked down at Draco swallowing his cock whole, feeling the tip of Draco's nose touch his pubes. "Oh gods!" Harry moaned, Draco was the fucking best when it came to head. "Suck it Draco, just fucking suck my cock!" Harry's hands found their way into Draco's soft blonde locks and grabbed them hard. Draco eyes looked up to Harry's and gave a minute nod of his head and hummed his approval around Harry's cock.
Harry had to close his eyes a moment and concentrate very hard on not coming immediately from the slight vibrations that mometarily surrounded his cock from Draco's hum. With a go ahead from Draco, he latched on even tighter to the blonde hair and began to thrust in and out of Draco's open and warm mouth. Draco took everything that Harry could give, he learned to deep throat just for that reason.
"Oh, fucking hell! Holy shit Draco! Goddamn this feels fucking amazing. Fuck!" Harry had to finally close his eyes, both watching and feeling Harry fuck Draco's mouth was beginning to be too much.
Draco knew his lover was getting close and knew just how to push him over the edge. Still sucking and licking at Harry's beautiful cock, his hand reached down and began to massage Harry's balls, handing each one a bit roughly knowing Harry's preference.
"Fuck yeah! Massage my balls Draco! Gods you know just what I like!" Harry could feel the heat in his groin becoming too much and he knew he was dangerously close. "Gods! Make me come Draco! Make me fucking scream!" Harry picked up the pace of fucking Draco's mouth.
Draco wanted his prize and he wanted right now, he began to hum around Harry's cock and without warning or preperation, Draco shoved two fingers into Harry's tight hole.
That was all Harry needed, he came so violently and hard that he wasn't sure if his knees were going to hold him up.
But before he could fall, Draco stood up and gathered Harry into a deep embrace. Harry could still feel Draco’s hard cock against his thigh. He wanted to reach down and grab hold of it to return the favor when a clearing of a throat caused them to turn around.
A man, who could only be assumed as the dealer if his expensive suit and bloodshot eyes said anything, looked confused and uncomfortable. Obviously straight.
Draco broke into restrained giggles while Harry tried to pull up his pants. Once the belt was back in place, he grabbed Draco’s hand and turned around to face the man.
“You’re fucking late.” He said sternly.
The man looked even more uncomfortable. Pansy had said not fuck with them, he hadn’t meant to be late.
“Sorry, I got lost. Not from London.” He pulled on his tie to loosen it, it suddenly felt very hot in the alley.
“Whatever. Do you have it?”
The man reached for his black bag and took out a small brown paper bag. He threw it over to Harry.
Harry immediately handed the bag over to Draco so he could make sure they were not getting fucked over. Harry kept a stern stare at the man. It’s not that Harry didn’t like the chap, but this was the only way to ensure a good deal. He discovered this early on in his drug life, if you acted like a dick you were going to be treated like a dick and no one will do business with you. If you act too nice the dealers will take advantage of that and still fuck you over. But if you seemed tough and silent, the dealers couldn’t make an impression and therefore were uncomfortable.
Harry had to be tough to get a good deal, it was that simple.
“All right, it’s all here. Pay him and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Draco said to Harry, already moving back toward the lighted end of the alleyway. Harry took out his wallet and handed over wad of notes. He turned around and started to follow Draco, not bothering to make sure the dealer had the right amount. He knew it was.
Harry had finally caught up with Draco and slid an arm around his waist. He kissed him on his temple and buried his hand underneath Draco’s coat.
“Is here okay?” Draco asked, looking around to make sure they were alone.
“Yeah, here’s fine. See you at home.” Harry apparated away with Draco just a split second behind him.
They were sitting on floor cushions in front a fire. They had both changed into more comfortable clothes and opened a couple bottles of Newcastle Ale. As Draco sat back and sipped his ale, he watched Harry cut the coke into thin little lines on a mirror with a sharp blade
Draco always liked using a mirror to sniff coke from. It was so interesting to watch himself do a line. Ever since the first time he tried coke.
Most of their friends are surprised when Harry and Draco tell them Draco introduced Harry to coke. Due to Harry’s extensive track record with drugs, ex, weed, shrooms, acid, LSD, K, and numerous pills, everyone thought that cocaine would have been on the top of that list. But it was not until Draco’s 19th birthday, at a club with all their friends, did they try coke.
Draco had been using coke on and off for about six months before Harry tried it. It’s not that Harry never wanted to, but when the opportunity arose, there was always something else he wanted to try. When he did finally try it at the club on his boyfriend’s birthday, he wondered why he waited before this to try such an interesting drug.
They both remember that night well. The club was fairly high end, so if people weren’t doing lines at the bar or tables, they were at least doing so in the bathroom. Draco remembers Seamus and Dean trying to talk some girls into showing them their tits, Blaise was having just too much fun on the dance floor, Pansy couldn’t shut the fuck up and was threatened by everyone at the table repeatedly.
But it was Ron and Hermione who were the best. Draco still chuckles at the memory of Ron and Hermione just staring at the bright lights and each other, not being able to move. They got engaged that night.
“Do you want to do the honors baby?” Harry asked Draco, holding up a tightly rolled hundred pound note to Draco. Draco smiled, he always loved Harry’s consideration.
“Why thank you.” Draco reached over and took the bill from Harry as he brought the mirror closer to him. He looked at the six lines and tried to decide which one he wanted first. Not really caring that much, he placed the note in his nose and the other right at the end of the line. With a quick inhale and push of his head he snorted the entire line without a trace of leftover.
He put his head back up and brushed away at any extra powder on his nose. He handed the money and mirror over to Harry for his turn. Harry repeated Draco’s actions, but didn’t just take one line but two.
“Careful, love. We don’t know how pure this shit is yet.” But just as Draco said so, he felt the familiar pick up of the heart and this sudden burst of energy. He suddenly felt very clear and attentive, he took another sip of his Newcastle.
“Oh… I’d say it’s pretty fucking pure,” Harry said. Draco looked over to him from across the coffee table. He couldn’t help but smile, Harry looked really coked up. His green eyes seemed even more green and bigger, his breath was coming a bit quicker, and he looked like he was about to self-combust with energy.
Draco laughed. It was going to be a good night.