Alleyway Confessions

Of course Draco saw him sitting there, who didn't? Who could miss "Playboy Potter" in his element and no one could deny that this party/reunion, held at the Three Broomsticks, had "Potter's Element" stamped all over it. No only was there loud music and a lot of people, Potter could also hide for night in the crowd. Here he was Harry Potter -- Classmate, not Harry Potter -- England's Whizbang Seeker, The One Who Always Gets The Snitch And Consequently Gets Followed Where Ever He Goes. No, Draco didn't grudge Harry his paparazzi and as much as it pained Draco to admit it, Harry didn't ALWAYS look bad in the candid photos that popped up all over the place.

Just as Draco was thinking thoughts along the line of, Hm... Preppy Potter, he can definitely pull that look off. Hell, I would like to pull that look off him. Who could have guessed that he could make a common wool sweater look so good. Was that a wink? Why the HELL would he wink at me? Do I look interested? Hm, maybe my smirk it not as potent as it once was... Hermione started her speech welcoming all her former classmates to the bash. Draco reluctantly abandoned his thoughts and was about to turn to face the newest wunder-witch at the Ministry, when Harry Potter suddenly appeared directly in front of Draco.

"You're slipping Malfoy."

Draco coolly raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"Yes, I saw you standing here by yourself staring at me with your little poncy smirk and I failed to feel fear. In fact, the only thing that I felt was that you want me."

Sneer... "Really Potter, I unlike the rest of the wizarding world, can keep my hands off you."

Grin... "Malfoy, if you are going to wear tight leather pants, ones that make you ass look unbelievably gorgeous by the way, you cannot lie about your wants." With that Harry grabbed Draco's belt loops and tugged the blonde's hips flush against his. Harry continued, "Yes Malfoy, I do believe you were lying when you said you could keep your hands off me," then Harry abruptly let go of the belt loops, reached down, grabbed Draco's crotch, and gave it a squeeze. He flashed Draco a very Harry Potter grin and sauntered off to the dance floor. Draco was left speechless while Harry cornered Ginny Weasley and gave her an exuberant kiss.

"That bloody Potter TEASE!" mumbled Draco. How am I supposed to deal with anything now? Although his ass does look unbelievably good in his blue jeans... Realizing that his train of thought was not helping matters any more, Draco shoved off the wall and stalked outside as fast as he could. As soon as the door of the pub closed, an extremely self satisfied voice said, "Well, well, I knew you couldn't keep away from me."

"How was I to know you were out here Potter? The last thing I saw you do was kiss that Weasley girl. I'm surprised you aren't out here retching. Either the copious amounts of alcohol that must be present in your bloodstream will create that effect or just the act of kissing her would undoubtedly cause the same reaction."

"You always were a git, Malfoy."

Before Draco could respond, he felt himself being shoved against the wall and Harry's mouth covering his. It was a battle between the two men, each trying to devour the other. The kiss was hot and impatient, as if neither could wait for the next stage that they both knew was coming. Finally, Harry lifted his head and Draco managed to gasp, "I try," before Harry's mouth claimed his again.

Draco lost himself in the kiss. He barely noticed that Harry's mouth had left his until he felt it nibble behind his ear and gasped appreciatively. Harry chuckled in response and moved down to Draco's collar where he started to undo the buttons with his mouth. Draco gasped again. He very much enjoyed the brush of Harry's lips on his chest as Harry worked his way down the shirt. As Harry was preoccupied with the buttons, Draco managed to ask, "What would Ginny think now?" Harry paused and grinned up at him, "She probably wouldn't mind. She knows she and I are just friends."

"Really? You know what I think, I think the newspapers are wrong. You really aren't 'Playboy Potter' are you?"

"Would I be doing this if I was?"

"Probably."

"Hm... you're right." Grin...

"So Ginny feels nothing?"

"Not in the least. She knows I have a lover. She also knows I would never cheat on him. Gryffindor loyalty and all. Plus, she is practically engaged to Dean and she knows that I would do nothing to break that up."

"How does your lover feel, does he know?"

At this Harry stood up, the shirt half unbuttoned, and looked Draco straight in the eye.

"He should. Five years is a long time to be with one person. I hope he trusts me by now. I hope he knows I will never do anything to hurt him."

"But why? Why do you have to disguise his existence?"

"Because it is none of the press's business who I sleep with. One day when we are old and grey I will reveal who it is, but not now. If the press wants to think sleep with all the girls I escort places, they may, but they will never, NEVER know who I love."

Harry's eyes were blazing and he leaned in and gave Draco a possessive kiss.

"I know my love, I know," said Draco, "I love you too, now get back to work."

"Yes love, I never leave my work half finished."