Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Gift ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 1 )

A Gift

Chapter one

 

-A one night stand between Harry and Draco and a mispronounced spell lead to something that will change both their lives forever. Takes place after Hogwarts when the two meet again at a ministry gathering and leads to the two alone in Harry's bedroom.

 

Harry glanced around the crowded hall in the underground ministry of magic. It has been a year since the final defeat of Voldemort and every witch and wizard around the world was celebrating on that very day. Harry felt out of place, he hadn't been this dressed up since the day he had graduated from Hogwarts.

He adjusted his cuff for what must have been the millionth time in the hour. There was no one there that he knew, excepting the Auror's he worked with. But they were all mostly old, graying perverts that would rather try to touch his arse than carry on a conversation.

And that's when he recognized a head of platinum blond hair sitting just across the room from him, looking just as bored. Harry could hardly believe it. What in bloody hell was Malfoy doing here?

Just than, Malfoy looked up and caught Harry's eyes. Neither one looked away, nor couldn't they. Malfoy's hair had gotten longer, just long enough to be tied back into a small ponytail. His face had rounded out a bit somehow and no longer had any of the traits that made him recognizable at school. Infact, the only part about Malfoy that Harry did recognize was the blond's eyes, the same old gray that Harry remembered glaring into.

Of course, Harry shouldn't talk; he had changed quiet a bit too. He had ditched his glasses at last and had taken an eye healing potion Hermione had offered him not to long ago. He had gotten taller by a few inches too and was no longer the scrawny Harry Potter everyone had once known. But Harry's hair had seemed to grow wilder over the year.

Malfoy was still looking strait into Harry's eyes and Harry started to feel uncomfortable. He started to wonder if Malfoy recognized him at all; after all, it had been a whole year and the both of them did look different.

Harry looked down at the floor first. What the hell is wrong with me? It's just Malfoy, no big deal. So I've still got a little bit of a crush on him, who cares. He probably won't even notice that it's me.

Harry heard someone sit down next to him and he looked up. It was Malfoy.

“Hey Potter,” Malfoy said.

“What do you want?” Harry asked.

Malfoy was quiet for a moment then sighed. “I just wanted to make sure that it was really you.”

“Well it is, so what do you want?” Harry push farther, unable to dismiss the almost friendly tone in Malfoy's voice.

“Just to sit with someone who is not a wrinkly old pervert,” Malfoy glared around the room.

He was thinking the same thing I was. Harry thought to himself, also looking around the room.

It was quiet between them suddenly, Harry felt more then a little uneasy with his school rival sitting so close to him. Malfoy leaned back in his seat, sighing in annoyance. Harry suppressed a laugh.

“What?” Malfoy glared at him out of the corner of his eye.

“You haven't changed at all. You're still the same self-centered git from last year.” Harry laughed.

“And you're still annoying, Potter,” Malfoy spat back, but was unable to keep his strait face for very long for he started to laugh as well.

“So, how about we get out of this place?” Harry said after overcoming his fit of laughter. “Surely we can't stay here with all these crusty old men?”

“That doesn't sound like a very bad idea.” Draco couldn't help but smile at the raven haired man. “How about your place?”

“As long as you plan to pay me after,” Harry smiled back.

But both their smiles disappeared at that comment and Harry blushed deeply. He hadn't meant to say that, now he was sure Malfoy knew how Harry felt about him.

“I can't pay you, but would you follow through with that offer?” Malfoy said seriously.

“I… uh… well… only if… um…” Harry averted his eyes as Malfoy leaned in close to him.

“…I'm gentle?” Malfoy finished.

Harry nodded slightly, unable to believe that this was actually happening. The next thing he knew, Malfoy's lips were on his, and he was amazed at how good it felt. Harry gripped Malfoy's sleeve tight, feeling eyes on them. He pulled away slowly.

“How about we go to my place?” Harry asked. “I'd rather not be seen making out with you in front of everyone.”

“Lead the way,” Malfoy smiled at him.

They both left the ministry and once outside, Harry appierarted the both of them into his room.

Once there, Malfoy immediately lowered Harry onto Harry's bed. He kissed Harry's lips again, this time earning Harry's reaction. Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy's shoulders, feeling Malfoy's hands undo the tie around his neck. He found himself doing the same and both ties were thrown across the room.

Malfoy unbuttoned Harry's sports coat, sliding it off and depositing it to the floor next to the bed. Harry almost ripped off Malfoy's coat in return, desperate to get this whole ordeal over with. Once gone, Malfoy captured Harry's lips again, slowly unbuttoning the dress shirt. He slid his lips down Harry's neck, hearing Harry moan in appreciation to the action.

Harry felt amazing, better then anyone had ever made him feel. His love for Malfoy growing deeper and more passionate then he ever realized it could be. He felt Malfoy slide the shirt to barely cling to his shoulders. And when Malfoy bit into the skin of his shoulder softly, Harry moaned louder.

Malfoy traveled down Harry's form, paying close attention to every muscle and crease in the perfect bronzed skin. He dipped his tongue into Harry's navel, making the muscles twitch at the teasing touch. He reached the hem of Harry's black dress pants, undoing the clasp and zipper.

Harry watched him with glazed jade eyes as Malfoy reached behind them and pulled off both their shoes and socks. Malfoy returned to the task at hand and slid Harry's pants and underwear down his legs, depositing them to the floor. He looked up and down Harry's form, strong legs and arms, toned chest and eyes to get lost in. Malfoy grinned inwardly, and leaned down once again to nip at the inside of Harry's hip.

Harry's reaction was just as he had hoped for. The black haired man moaned again, throwing his head back, pleading Malfoy to continue. And Malfoy was more then happy to do as was asked, sliding Harry into his mouth slowly. Harry cried out at the feeling, almost sitting up strait as he gripped Malfoy's hair tight in his hands, pulling out the hair tie.

It wasn't long until Malfoy had Harry gasping and trembling with pleasure, on the verge of release. Harry was covered in sweat, lying back again on his covers, one hand in Malfoy's hair and the other gripping his pillow. He came suddenly, crying out weakly and tugging gently on Malfoy's hair.

Malfoy swallowed all of Harry before he reached into his pocket, drawing out his wand.

“Lubricarus,” Malfoy cast a spell, slicking Harry's entrance.

Harry groaned at the feel of the cool gel inside him and gasped when he felt Malfoy slip in one of his fingers.

Malfoy tossed his wand to the floor and used his free hand to undo his own pants, releasing himself. He slid in a second finger and Harry seemed to not notice, staring absently into Malfoy's eyes. Harry reached up and grabbed a bit of Malfoy's hair, tugging the other man down to kiss his lips. And with the third finger, Malfoy broke the kiss and watched Harry's face. Harry nodded breathlessly and felt the fingers leave him.

Malfoy tugged off his own pants and underwear, preparing to enter the man beneath him. Harry gripped Malfoy's shoulders tight, willing himself to relax enough. And when Malfoy finally entered him at last, Harry threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream of both pain and pleasure.

Time had seemed to stop, but the two could not care. They moved together, holding tight to each other. And when their completion finally came, their lips locked together again for the last time. When they both had regained their senses, Malfoy stared down at Harry and Harry stared right back.

Harry pulled Malfoy back down to have Malfoy's head rest on his shoulder. He felt tears gather at the corners of his eyes, wishing that this moment could somehow last forever. But he fell asleep and never felt Malfoy leave his side, nor the covers being pulled over him, or the softest of kisses landing on his forehead.

When Harry woke the very next morning, Malfoy was long gone.