𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Single Chapter

Title: Only him
Author: a_v_y
Genre: does smut count?
Words: 2500
Warnings: sex, slash, eh smut? :p, no happy end
Raiting: R, NC17... something like that
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: what can I say? Harry and Draco end up in bed, duuh. Just the morning after isn't as uncomplicated as Harry thought.

Only him

His heart

The club was buzzing with moving people and flashing lights. And Harry was buzzing too. He'd had way too many Vodka-Redbulls but he couldn't care less. They were having fun. Blaise and Pansy were writhing quite provocatively on the dance floor. Draco was dancing by himself – something that Harry planned to change after this glass of vodka – and Hermione and Ron had been out of sight for some time now.

Hermione. The girl's words still echoed through his mind. Was he really that stuck-up? Did he only want what he couldn't get? Meaning Draco, in this case?

A guy came up to Draco from behind, obviously trying to doggy-dance with him. Harry decided to postpone the question for another time as he strode forward and pulled Draco away.

Draco's initial shock quickly faded to make way for an amused laughter and Harry fuelled it with some stupid joke or another. The blond wasn't much better off than him, he realised. They danced. It was nothing near as provocative as Blaise and Pansy but there was nothing innocent about it either. Draco was known for his, not exactly excessive sex life but for his open mind about it. One-night stands were nothing new to him. Actually, like Harry had heard, the man was fairly taken by them. It was perfect for them, Harry rationalized. Why he even bothered to rationalize anything was yet to be found out by his fogged mind.

"You know, I'm a rider," Draco suddenly screamed, striving to be heard over the music.

"Are you?" Harry in turn took great pleasure in the way Draco slurred and talked drunken nonsense.

"Yeah, a horse rider."

"I hope not only horses," Harry replied teasingly and watched the momentarily confusion fluttering over Draco's face. The blond didn't deal with the statement though, but carried on. Harry was far from objecting when he felt the body leaning fully against him and a ghost of breath caressed the side of his neck.

"You know what that means?"

He swallowed reflexively. "What does it mean?"

A leg moved against him and he felt the seductive smile more than he saw it.

"It means strong, muscled thighs," the man breathed out and pressed against Harry's leg with his own as if to show his point.

"Really?" Harry barely brought it out in a husky and rough voice; his hand went to wind around the thigh in the process pulling it closer.

"Prove it."

With only one aim in mind Harry left the dance floor and strode towards the exit of the club all the while dragging Draco behind him. Outside, he practically slammed the body against the cold wall and pinned it there. He hesitated only for one second, mouth hovering over parted lips only millimetres away. Then he drove in. It was clumsy from his eagerness, like he had no clue what he was doing. Hands sneaked around his neck and a moan radiated through their mouths. The rush of a few moments apt away, the kissing became more practised and sensual, though not any less passionate. Harry's hands moved under the shirt and he felt the body trembling and shivering.

"Fuck, cold." It was said in between kisses, breathless and almost moaning while Draco arched his body off the wall and into Harry's warm form. Only then did he realise the cold air and that the shiver that shook his body due to it.