A Little Did We Know

Draco and Mike were sitting on the couch watching TV. Harry was on a date with Melissa. When she had asked him out, Harry had tried to slither out of it, but Draco insisted that Harry should give her a chance. After Draco had promised to give him a full body massage Harry had agreed to go on a date with her.

"How long do you think we have to keep this up?" Mike asked, looking at Draco's profile.

"We keep this up until he reacts," Draco answered, not moving his gaze away from the TV screen.

"But what if he doesn't?" Mike shifted closer. "What will you do then? Are you going to push me away when I could offer you so much more than Potter can?" Mike was so close that Draco could feel his breath on his face.

"Please, don't, Mika." Draco tried to push Mike away, but Mike took hold of his wrists.

"Ow, I must be in trouble when you use my real given name," Mike whispered in his ear. "Look at me in the eye and tell me you didn't felt good when we were together years ago. We could have that again." Mike's soft words tempted him, but he knew that wasn't what he wanted.

"I admit that it was fun as long as it lasted, but I -"

"We don't have to get serious if that is what you want," Mike cut in.

Draco sighed. "Mike, I do like you, but only as a friend. Please, let me go."

Mike released him. "Just remember, if Potter doesn't want you, you know where to find me," he said leaving Draco alone in the house.

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Draco was eating in the kitchen when Harry came home. Harry entered the kitchen, looking exhausted.

"How was it?" Draco asked.

"Horrible. All she talked about was me. How wonderful person I am and how much she likes me and thinks that we should be together," Harry said. "I didn't get a chance to say anything."

Draco smirked. "She obviously is fascinated by you and knows what she wants."

"Oh, please. I felt like she would molest me any second. She had this lustful gleam in her eyes all evening." Harry continued to tell all the terrible details of his date to Draco. He listened gladly, since usually they argued or talked about work.

"Hey! When you are going to give me the massage you promised?" Harry asked, making Draco's fork stop briefly in the midway before reaching his mouth.

"I don't know. Maybe tomorrow or next week or.."

"Oh, come on! You know as well as I do that I won't give you a moment of peace if you don't give that massage to me now."

"Can't I have some time to prepare myself to this mental Crucio?"

"No, you can't. Come on," Harry said, pulling Draco out of his seat. Sighing Draco let Harry lead him to the living-room.

Harry pushed Draco down on the couch. "You sit here and take it easy while I put on something more suitable," he said.

Draco failed to relax by the time Harry came back, wearing only a towel.

"Where do you want me?" Harry asked on purpose to get Draco to blush.

Draco kept his reactions hidden. "Lay down on the floor."

Harry did as commanded. He didn't know what to expect after tonight. Maybe he would be able to tell Draco about how he really felt. He didn't want to scare Draco away again. Maybe after the massage Draco would be less reluctant to give him a chance to prove he really cared about him.

He couldn't believe he was doing this. Harry was lying there almost naked. He tried to calm his nerves. He took a deep breath and started on Harry's shoulders first. He moved downwards with a steady pace, taking his time with the hard muscles. Harry clearly hadn't had a massage for ages.

Harry moaned. "God, Draco, that feels so good. Are you sure you aren't a professional masseur?"

Draco chuckled. "I've only done this once before," Draco answered, not wanting Harry to know that it had been Mike who received the massage.

Draco had massaged Harry's back completely, moving now down to his legs. Harry's toes were his next target. He moved upward from there. When he reached Harry's arse he said, "I have to remove the towel if you want your full body massage."

Harry removed the towel with one smooth move, and it landed somewhere behind Draco.

"Draco, are you okay?" Harry asked when he noticed that Draco hadn't move.

Draco woke up from his trance. "Yeah, I'm just tired," he answered and went back to work. His nervousness started to grow, as the moment when Harry would turn around drew closer. He massaged Harry's backside completely without an incident.

Draco turned around to retrieve the towel. "Turn around and cover yourself up." When he turned back around Harry was already on his back, facing him.

Author's Notes: I can't get it right, again the same problem.

Insignia Of Light said that the fic is "dry and emotion-less." Well that's true. It has become like that 'cause I like it that way better. I have other fics where the emotions fly all over the place and so on.

There's gonna be a few chapters after this one, and I promise that this fic's not gonna end in a dry way:)

As I said earlier in the There Is a Beast in My Bed's author notes, I'm going to be on a holiday 6.3.-11.3. so no updating then. I'm visiting my Granny and she doesn't have the Internet:)

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