sesheta66 | Lonely People (H/D, R)

sesheta66

Title: Lonely People
Author:

sesheta_66
Rating: R
Word Count: 1322
Challenges:

aquila_star's prompt of "All the lonely people, where do they all come from?" for

slythindor100's Monday Fun, and

awdt's prompts from February of "a perfect denial" and "what do you want from me?"
Summary: While people-watching at a local pub, Harry is joined by an unexpected acquaintance carrying some amusing information from the past.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

Harry sat at the bar, nursing his third Firewhiskey of the night, watching all the lonely people gathered there, looking for love or ... well, whatever one looks for in a place like this. He took another sip, and as the burning sensation made its way down his throat, he wondered idly, Where do they all come from?

"Drowning yourself at the bottom of a bottle, Potter?" came a familiar drawl. "My, how the mighty have fallen." Harry felt irritation seep into his pores as Draco Malfoy sat down next to him and ordered a drink.

"What do you want from me, Malfoy?"

"Oh, you're not drunk. By the look on your face when I walked in, I thought you were already three sheets to the wind."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Not at all," Malfoy said as he took a sip of his mead. "It's not nearly as much fun to taunt people when they're inebriated. It's ... too easy." He grinned at Harry. "So what's with the morose look you were wielding when I arrived?"

Harry looked at him, perplexed. "Dunno. I was thinking, I s'pose."

"Ah, that would explain a lot," Malfoy reasoned as he took another sip, though the dig was friendly.

"Prat!"

"Yes, well, sober or not, you still make it too easy for me."

Harry realised all of a sudden that this was likely the first civil conversation the two of them had ever had. He lifted his glass in a toast. "Well, you know, I do my best."

Malfoy raised his glass to Harry's then took a sip. "So where's the weaselette?" he asked. "I would have thought the two of you would be setting up house now that the war's over."

"We broke up."

"Ah, that explains the look when I came in."

"No," Harry corrected him. "Actually, we split up at the end of my sixth year, and ... well ... we never really got back together."

"Oh, do tell. You were the golden couple as I recall."

"I didn't know you cared," Harry teased. Malfoy's cheeks went pink.

"Potter, much as it pains me to admit this, you and I both know very well that half the student body was interested in the fate of any relationship you might have entered into. I therefore had to endure the frequent musings of our fellow classmates."

"I thought you were preoccupied sixth year," Harry pointed out. He winced as he realised what he had said. "Sorry, I didn't mean --"

"Never mind." Malfoy waved him off, but Harry hadn't missed the pained look that had washed over him. "We both know it's true, but there were times when I was subjected to the endless musings about The Chosen One's love life."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Honestly, didn't people have better things to do?"

"One would think, but apparently laying bets on how long the two of you would last became a higher priority."

Harry choked on his drink. Recovering clumsily, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Bets?"

"Didn't you know?" Malfoy chuckled. "Oh, yes. I think that Hufflepuff, Smith, was in charge of the pool."

Harry gaped at him, but had no words to say.

"I even threw a few galleons in myself."

"What?!" Harry asked incredulously. "Why would you care?"

"Oh, I don't know," he mused. "I figured I might as well stir a few things up."

"Stir things up?" he asked. Harry didn't like the sound of that, and was thankful it had been in the past. "I may regret this, but how exactly did you manage that?"

Malfoy laughed heartily at that. "Oh, it was quite fun, actually. It certainly shocked a few people at any rate."

"I'm not sure I want to know," Harry groaned.

"Sure you do."

"Yeah. Go on, then. What did you bet?"

Malfoy's eyes sparkled as he fixed Harry with a feral grin. Harry suddenly felt like prey being hunted. "I bet them all that it was a front, that you were gay, and that you were just trying to cover it up."

Harry felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach. "You w-what?"

"Quite ingenious, if I do say so myself," he went on. "After all, they accepted me as rather an authority on the subject."

"Authority?" Harry asked, his head reeling. How did Malfoy know, when Harry hadn't really known himself at the time?

"Oh, please, Potter. Surely you know I'm gay."

Thankfully, Harry had stopped sipping his Firewhiskey after the first choking incident. "You are?" he asked, flabbergasted.

"You really are oblivious, aren't you? I was sure everyone knew."

"But ... you and Pansy."

"Ah, a perfect denial. Exactly why it was so believable when I suggested that you and the she-weasel were putting on a cover."

Harry's head was reeling. He had only recently come to grips with the fact that he ... well, that he preferred men. And here was Draco Malfoy casually throwing out that he was gay.

"Excuse me," Harry said, getting up from his seat. "Loo. Be right back." And he vanished without a backwards glance.

Several minutes later, having splashed cold water on his face, Harry was staring at his reflection in the mirror, visions of recent months flashing in his mind. Visions of dreams he'd had. Dreams of a room full of fire, and a warm body pressed up against his. Dreams of blonde hair, pale skin and long, muscular legs. Dreams of a toned chest pressed against his, hard cock rubbing against his own. He thought about nights wanking to the image of the man sitting outside at the bar, thinking that he was untouchable. Never dreaming ...

Harry splashed water onto his face once again. He needed to gather his wits before facing Malfoy again. He wasn't drunk, but he sure wasn't in the frame of mind to face this new revelation head-on.

"Potter."

Harry jumped. "Malfoy, I --" He had no idea what he was about to say, a vision of those lips stretched around his swollen cock interfering with his ability to think straight, much less form coherent sentences. Harry let out an involuntary groan.

"I didn't realise you were homophobic, Potter." Draco glared at him in the mirror, as he entered the loo, flicking his wand at the door as he approached Harry, looking murderous. "Still, there was no need to be rude. You could have just --"

Harry's laughter - which came out more like a bark - cut him off.

"I fail to see the humour in this, Potter. You are quite the hypocrite, you know. After all these years and all your ramblings about prejudice and --"

Harry didn't stop to think, didn't try to explain. He just shut Draco up the fastest way he knew how. He turned around, pressed the other man up against the closed door, and crushed Draco's lips beneath his own. Draco was rigid - in shock, Harry presumed - but relaxed after a moment. When Draco let out a moan, Harry used the opportunity to press his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco's tongue responded with enthusiasm, and they were soon fighting for dominance, their hands exploring each other's bodies like their lives depended on it.

Harry thrust his hips forward, grinding their erections together. It was just as he'd imagined it would be, only ... not quite right. He pulled back, breaking the kiss and eliciting a groan from Draco. He leaned his forehead against Draco's and looked into stormy grey eyes. "Come home with me," he growled.

Draco nodded, and then quite suddenly he laughed.

Harry scowled at him. "What's so funny?"

"I just realised that I won the bet."

Harry smiled in response. "Shall we pay Smith a visit instead?"

Smouldering eyes met his own. "Smith can wait." Draco grabbed Harry's shirt and pulled him into a searing kiss. "Take me home, Harry."

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Awww.... I loved the bet, So very cute.

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