Rating:
PG-13
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
Genres:
Romance Songfic
Era:
Harry and Classmates Post-Hogwarts
Stats:
Published: 12/07/2006
Updated: 12/07/2006
Words: 1,533
Chapters: 1
Hits: 903

Songfic Series - Attraction

Magical Lioness

Story Summary:
It had taken him almost ten years, but Harry Potter had finally discovered what made everybody fall for Draco Malfoy. And now, he wanted him for himself.

Attraction

Posted:
12/07/2006
Hits:
903
Author's Note:
Another story in my songfic series. This one was written while listening to Khaled’s Aisha. There are no lyrics, because I don’t know what the words of the song mean. I just listened to the music and wrote this silly little fluffy nothing. Many thanks go to my wonderful beta Naadi. She’s put more time into this story then she should’ve. All remaining mistakes are most certainly mine. Please enjoy.


Attraction

He was here. Harry spotted him the moment the man entered Club Noir. Green eyes watched as the very reason he came to this club tonight walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. He couldn't see what kind of drink, only that it was poured into a long, slender glass. No butterbeer then, Harry thought. He kept watching when his subject sashayed towards the dance floor. The man was perfection personified: blond hair shining and swaying slightly, a body most people would kill for, and a face that would suit an angel. It had taken him almost ten years, but Harry Potter had finally discovered what made everybody fall for Draco Malfoy. And now, he wanted him for himself.

Harry stealthily checked the zipper and button of his black jeans and adjusted his white shirt, making it look as though the dragon on his breast pocket moved, before confidently making his way across the dance floor. He was no more a clumsy, insecure teenager than Malfoy was a spoilt, arrogant brat anymore. He'd courted many girls and boys, nearly all of them successfully, but none of them was able to give him what he needed. Which was, most likely, because even he didn't know what he needed.

Harry sighed in annoyance when a girl latched onto his arm and said something in his ear he couldn't hear above the music. "Hi", "what" and "alone" were the only words he could make out and he wasn't really in the mood to ask what she'd said. That would inevitably lead to conversation and he wasn't in the mood for that, at least not with her. He shrugged his arm loose and shook his head at the girl, before moving on towards the corner were Malfoy stood leaning against the wall.

The bright lights on the dance floor kept moving over Malfoy's still body, turning him into a black silhouette one moment and a blue coloured version of himself the next. He was smiling an enchanting smile as he slowly surveyed the dance floor. No doubt looking for a target, Harry thought. Harry smiled a little, knowing that unbeknownst to himself, Malfoy had become the target. Malfoy's smile didn't falter when Harry walked up to him.

"Hullo, Malfoy. Didn't expect to see you here," Harry said, opening what he hoped would be a conversation.

Malfoy put the leg that had been resting against the wall behind him down and looked up into notorious green eyes, no longer veiled behind spectacles. "Yes, you did. I go here almost every Thursday night," he answered matter-of-factly.

"All right, so you're the very reason that I came. Not really something a man wants everyone to know," Harry conceded, smiling and venturing a step closer to the man formerly known as the Ice-Prince of Slytherin. It was a reference to both his beauty and his coldness, but only now did Harry get the first meaning.

Malfoy threw his head back and laughed. But when he spoke to Harry again, the look in his eyes was quite serious. "I appreciate your honesty, Potter. Would you like a drink?"

Harry smiled and nodded, sending Malfoy off to the bar to fetch another Burning Rum with pineapple juice. Leaning against the wall, Harry watched hungrily as the icy blue fabric of Malfoy's tight t-shirt pulled just a little tighter around his back and shoulders every time he took a step, showing the muscles moving underneath. By the time Malfoy returned with his drink, Harry had gone through about twenty things he wanted to do to make those muscles move more.

"Here you go, Potter. So, what did you want from me?" Malfoy asked as he handed Harry his drink. Harry made sure their hands brushed against each other as he accepted the glass and was momentarily thrown off balance by the electric spark that their touch caused. Now that had never happened before.

"Would you mind calling me Harry? The name Potter bears nasty memories, coming from your mouth," Harry answered, avoiding the question.

Malfoy frowned a little, pulling slight wrinkles between his eyes. "I'm sorry about that, Harry. I was a stupid spoiled kid who thought he knew everything there was to know about the world, but really didn't know the first thing," he answered, putting a hand on Harry's arm.

"I was very much like you, Draco, so it's all right, really. I've said and done some really rotten things to you too. Let's just call it even, ok?" Harry said, a soft smile playing around his lips. "Just stop frowning like that," he added.

Draco's frown deepened, however. He looked at Harry in confusion. "Why?"

Harry noticed Draco hadn't removed his hand. "It makes you look just a little less beautiful. Besides, there's no reason to frown," Harry answered, then took a sip of his drink while gauging Draco's reaction.

Draco looked at him sharply, as if trying to read whether Harry was serious or not. Then he tilted his head slightly to one side and smiled with one corner of his mouth. "You think I'm beautiful?" he asked, a little surprise breaking through his voice.

Harry switched his glass into his left hand. Draco's hand was still on that arm so there was no way he was moving it. He lifted his right hand and carefully stroked some of Draco's long blond locks back over his shoulder. "I think you're gorgeous. Don't most people?" Harry told him.

Draco took a step closer to him, placing them mere inches apart. "I don't care what most people think," he said, then frowned again. "You're taller than me."

It was Harry's turn to laugh. As he did, Draco's hand dropped from his arm. "Is that a problem?" Harry asked, still smiling.

"Not at all," Draco said, smiling up at him, a soft light shining in his eyes. "Would you like to dance, Harry?" Draco extended his hand as he asked his question.

Harry didn't hesitate to take it. "I'll dance with you anytime," he answered and winked mischievously at Draco.

Draco threw Harry a smile over his shoulder as he manoeuvred both of them towards the dance floor. Harry quickly emptied his drink and put it on one of the tables they passed. Draco had already lost his drink and was using his free hand to gently push people out of his way. The other still held Harry's.

Draco didn't let go of Harry until they were actually dancing. The song was quite fast and exiting, so Harry decided to blow off some steam and danced wildly. Draco seemed to have no trouble keeping up and they were laughing and applauding for each other, showing off their moves within minutes. They drifted quite far apart this way, but when a slow song started, Harry resolutely stepped very close to Draco. Harry felt soft fingertips on the back of his neck as Draco put both arms around him and eliminated the few inches that were left between them, then started to move seductively to the slow beat of the music.

Spurred on by Draco's actions, Harry put his hands in the back pockets of Draco's jeans and moved slowly with his partner, gently pushing him backwards. Draco let him, locking his grey eyes with Harry's green ones. Realizing he was now in control, Harry slowly backed Draco into the wall at the end of the dance floor, and removed his hands from Draco's pockets. Draco stopped dancing, but kept looking at Harry.

Harry put one hand on Draco's hip and used the other to softly touch his cheek. Draco's eyes closed and he gently pulled Harry closer.

"Draco..." Harry hesitated. Draco's eyelids fluttered open again and Harry stared into dilated pupils, circled by a grey-blue rim.

"Yes, Harry?" Draco asked, leaning slightly into the hand caressing his cheek.

"Draco ... please don't hurt me," Harry spoke in a low tone. The phrase not quite a question, but not a warning either.

Draco gently stroked Harry's hair, the look in his eyes kind and serious when he spoke. "I won't hurt you, Harry," he answered. "Never again."

And Harry closed the little distance that was left between them and touched his lips to Draco's. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but grew steadily more needy. Draco balled his hands into fists in Harry's hair as the kiss deepened. Harry's hands were touching Draco everywhere he could. They were both panting when they finally broke apart.

Harry tentatively brought his fingers to his lips and shook his head slightly.

"What is it, Harry?" Draco asked a little worriedly, gently pulling Harry's hand down from his lips and holding it.

Harry entwined their fingers. "It never felt this way before," he stated in wonder.

Draco softly kissed him again and stroked his cheek. "No, it hasn't," he admitted.

Harry shook his head again and smiled.

Draco pressed himself against Harry's body and looked up at his friendly features and green eyes with a mixture of amusement and new-found longing. "Harry, would you take me home?" he asked.

Harry smiled and nodded. He softly squeezed Draco's hand and led them towards the exit.


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