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Title: Draco Malfoy Unwrapped 7/7
Author:

dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
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Beta/britpick: Many thanks to

nursedarry!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Warnings: OOC Harry (He's a cocky sex-addict)
Summary: He’s like an exquisite sweet, protected by so many layers of wrapping that no one’s ever had the patience to get him naked. But I’m Harry Potter, dammit, and I want him for dessert.
A/N: Please note that the Browns in this fic are unrelated to Lavender Brown.

Draco spent most of the morning eagerly answering questions about his recent misadventure. He likes attention, so it wasn't terribly uncharacteristic of him, but I'm pretty confident he was just jumping at the chance to stay away from me. Now he's got his head buried in his papers; he won't look up for a second. When I call his name, he pretends he doesn't hear me.

Well, if he won't talk to me, I expect he won't be interested in coming out with me to follow up on this new lead concerning Sylvester Brown's disappearance. He glances at me briefly as I pass by him on my way out, but makes no effort to find out what I'm doing. It's all right— I can handle this on my own.

*****

I just woke up and it feels like the bed is spinning. Funny, I don't remember drinking. I open my eyes just enough to see through my lashes. It must be evening because shadows are dancing on the ceiling from the candlelight. Where the hell am I?

"Ah, you're awake, Auror Potter! Splendid."

I turn my head to look find the source of the enthusiastic voice. Bad idea. It didn't help the dizziness one bit. The Healer, who I'd seen just a few days ago after Draco had grown fairy wings, is smiling down at me in an infatuated fashion.

"You suffered an attack on the job, but you're going to be just—"

My stomach heaves and I manage lean over the side of the bed just in type to keep from puking all over myself.

"Ugh," says the Healer, looking down at his vomit-covered robes and shoes. He seems a tad less enamored as he spells himself and my mouth clean.

He hands me a vial of green potion. "Drink this. It'll help counter the dizziness and nausea."

I brace myself for some horrid bitter taste as I tip the bottle back and pour its contents into my mouth, but the potion tastes surprisingly pleasant, like a much milder, sweeter version of Absinthe. "What happened to me?" I ask, handing the empty vial back to the Healer.

"You went off on your own like a complete nutter, that's what happened!"

Even with all of its spitefulness and malice, that voice brought immediate warmth and comfort to my heart. I turn to look at Draco, who I haven't realised was sitting on the other side of the bed. "Nice to see you, Draco."

Draco glares at me while the Healer says, "Auror Malfoy will probably be better able to answer your questions. I'll leave you two alone for a while. Call me if you need anything."

Once the footsteps fade into the background, Draco unleashes his fury. "Are you mental?! Robards has taken us off the case, and he's threatened to let us both go if we don't get our acts together!"

"Well, excuse me, but you looked like you wanted to be left alone," I grumble.

"It's a job, Potter! We're trained Aurors, not first years. I'd have done my job, no matter what I wanted."

Brilliant—he just admitted that he really didn't want to be around me at all. Could be mutilate my heart any more?

"So what happened?"

Draco ignores me and reaches for something on the ground beside him. "Here, these are for you." He hands me a bouquet of exotic flowers.

"Who are they from?"

His lips form a tight line. "Me."

"Oh! Thank you, Draco, they're—"

He rolls his eyes. "Please, don't get all sentimental on me."

I keep my mouth shut as I place the vase on the bedside table, but inside, I am feeling a tad sentimental.

"You received a tip on a possible location where Sylvester Brown had been making and selling illegal potions," Draco says, looking at the wall opposite him. "So you went to find it. His apprentice was there and had set up a trap, fearful that whoever had abducted Brown would come to collect him as well.”,

"What kind of trap?"

Draco shrugged. "Just a harmless Blackout Potion."

"And what of Brown?"

"I reckon they're interrogating his apprentice now," said Draco. "Most likely he refused to create some potion he thought would cause too much damage, but the customer wouldn't take no for an answer."

I nod. It sounds like a reasonable theory.

"Well, if you've no other questions—" Draco says, rising from his chair, "I guess I'll get going."

I grab his wrist to stop him from leaving. "I have a question."

His raised brows give him an annoyed, rather than a curious appearance. "What is it?"

"Will you—will you be my boyfriend?" I blurt out and promptly cringe. Talk about behaving like a first year.

He actually laughs. "Your boyfriend? I don't think you understand the concept, Potter. You see, it would mean you could only shag me for however long we were together."

"Okay." I pull on his wrist to get him to sit down on the bed. He doesn’t.

"For more than a week or two, Potter."

I can't promise him any certain length of time, but I know that right now, I've no interest in pursuing anyone else for as long as I can imagine. Pulling more insistently on his wrist, I say, "Yes, longer than that. I only want you, Draco."

He gives in and sits down next to me. I reach up to the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. His mouth is soft, hesitant. My tongue caresses his lips, urging them to part. They do, and he starts kissing me back. My heart does that strange fluttering thing it always does when he and I are so close. Funnily, the gentler we are, the more intense the feeling gets.

Draco pulls back.

"What?" I ask when I notice that he's smiling against my mouth.

"I do hope they'll release you tonight. I've found shagging to be rather addictive."

I grin. "They'll do anything I want—I'm Harry Potter."

The End