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cmere
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Happy Birthday!

Sorry I'm a bit late!

*waves* I don't know you extremely well, but I'm a huge fan and you seem like such a sweetheart.  I wanted to write something up for you, so I did :D Happy birthday, love!

Title: Moo
Author: cmere
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Words: 1141
Summary: Draco is wasted.  Harry finds him and has to do something about it.


Malfoy?”

“Potter!  Hey guys, it’s – guys?”

“Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?”

Draco stumbled forward and gripped Harry’s robes to keep himself from falling.  He giggled.  “We got – we were at the Hog’s Head, and then – guys?  Guys, where are –”

“Malfoy, there’s no one there.” Draco looked around the deserted path back to Hogwarts, confusion apparent on his face.  Harry bit back a laugh.

“Where’d they go?”

“I don’t know, but I think you need to get back to your dorm and sleep, Malfoy.”  Harry mentally ran through all the things he could blackmail Draco for while subconsciously gripping Draco’s arms to keep him standing up.

“No!  Just one more shot, just one –”

“You’ve had plenty.”

“Never can have moo – I mean too much – moo!” Draco made a face and then giggled again, sliding his arms around Harry’s waist.  Harry shifted on his feet, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable.  He tried to ignore the fact that it had been months since someone had put their arms around him like that and how very nice it felt.

“Malfoy, you need to get back to Hogwarts.”

“We can’t just leave everyone here!” he cried, gesturing to the empty expanse of snow around them.

“Come with me.” Harry slipped his arm around Draco’s waist and Draco clung to him for dear life.  They took a few steps.

“Potter, why are we going back?” Draco whispered and stopped moving.

“Because you need to sleep.”

“No, no, let’s stay here.” He sat down on the pathway (rather gracefully for someone as wasted as he, Harry thought).  “Just for a little bit?”  He tugged on Harry’s sleeve.

“Malfoy, it’s cold, and –”

“Just for a minute.” 

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down.  Draco immediately crawled into his lap and planted a kiss on his lips.

Harry’s eyes bulged and he tore his face away, sputtering.

“Malfoy, what the –” Harry stopped at the look on Draco’s face; it was as though someone had run over his puppy.  Harry then thought about what a bad analogy that was.  Draco was the type that kicked puppies.

“Don’t you want me?” he said loudly, and Harry hushed him without thinking.

“Malfoy, you’re drunk, and you really don’t want this.”

“I do, I do, I can’t thop – stop – thinking about you.  Last night I wanked and pretended it was – was you.  And the night before that.  And the night before that.  And the…”

“Malfoy.”

Draco responded by clutching at Harry’s back and kissing him again.  His tongue wandered clumsily into Harry’s mouth and Harry felt a thrill of arousal go through him.

Fuck.

This was not what he needed right now, not when he was so sexually deprived –

Draco’s mouth wandered down to his neck and Harry moved his hand to Draco’s hair to pull him off; he ended up groaning as Draco sucked on his pulse point, his tongue flicking against it at the same time it thudded against his skin, and threaded his fingers through Draco’s blonde strands.  His hair was really, really soft.

“You want me?” Draco mumbled into his neck, opening Harry’s robes.

“I – Malfoy, we’re in the middle of the path and it’s freezing cold –”

Malfoy whipped his wand out of nowhere, it seemed, and muttered something Harry couldn’t quite make out.  He was suddenly surrounded by a very large, very warm bubble.

“You want me,” Draco repeated, and kissed Harry on the mouth.

Harry kissed him back.

It felt too good to turn away – tongues sliding together, fingers on his waist – he was getting harder by the second and his cheeks burned at the thought that Malfoy was causing it, but fuck, no one had to know, did they?

Draco’s fingers made their way inside his robes, pushing them off his shoulders, and then began fumbling with his belt.  He looked down in concentration, squinting, and Harry rolled his eyes, brushing Draco’s hands away and undoing his trousers himself.  He lifted up slightly and slid them down just enough to free his cock and Draco immediately latched both hands onto it, moving them together to create the most delicious rhythm (clumsy though it may be) and Harry had the sudden need to touch Draco now.

He tugged at Draco’s zip and got his trousers down just enough for Draco’s cock to get free; he gripped it tight and stroked quickly, leaning forward to kiss Draco’s mouth.  Draco’s hands then ceased movement on Harry’s cock and Harry decided it would be too much work for Draco to focus at a time like this; he kicked his trousers down and off and then straddled Draco’s waist, their cocks sliding against each other.  Harry and Draco moaned together and Harry rolled his hips forward repeatedly, wrapping one hand around Draco’s waist and pulling Draco close and placing the other hand around their cocks, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through his body until he was breathless and groaning, thrusting furiously into his own fist; his mouth was against Draco’s but they weren’t  kissing, not really, more just breathing into each other with the occasional flick of a tongue and Draco was gripping his arms tight and suddenly gave a shout and came.  Harry continued to fist his own cock while Draco stared between them, gaping and gasping at the sight of Harry wanking with his come until he wrapped a hand around Harry’s and then Harry was coming also, hips jerking slightly as they worked his cock together – his body shook, his spine tingled, and his mouth formed a silent O as he rode out his orgasm.  He then collapsed against Draco’s chest, shuddering and gasping for breath.  Draco’s arms closed around his back.

“I’m not wasted, you know,” Draco whispered.  Harry’s head shot up.

“What?”

“When I cast that bubble charm, I also did a sobriety spell.”

“What are you –”

“I’m saying that I wanted to be sober for our first fuck, you wanker.  I can’t believe you’d take advantage of me when I was drunk.”

“Are you kidding?  You were all over me!”

“I didn’t know what I was doing!  I was fucking pissed!  And lonely, at that.  My friends left me at the bar.”

“So why, exactly, didn’t you run screaming when you realized what was going on?”

“Same reason you didn’t.”

“You were desperate?”

Draco shoved him.  “No, you arse, I wanted you.”

“I…” Harry trailed off.

“It’s okay, Potter, you don’t have to say it.  Are you ready to begin our clandestine relationship?  Y’know, secret meetings in the room of requirement and quick shags behind the broom shed?”

“Yes, I think I am.”

“Good.” Malfoy pressed a quick kiss to his lips and stood up, casting a cleaning charm while pulling up his trousers.  “Let’s go, it’s all snowy out here.”

And they walked back toward Hogwarts.

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