No More Games (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Two

So Harry let himself be lead back into the main throng of the bar, grinning despite himself as this beautiful man guided him up to the bar where they joined the couple of layers of people waiting to get served.

"Can you point him out to me?" he said into Harry's ear, tickling him with his breath and sending a pulse right down to Harry's groin.

"Um," he said, and looked around, trying not to be too obvious. "Yeah," he said with a nod, aware of how close their faces still were. "He's the tall guy in the end booth, curly hair, athletic." He swallowed down the lump that threatened to get lodged in his throat. "Cormac McLaggen."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Looks like a twat," he said pointedly, and Harry couldn't help but snort. Part of him wanted to defend Mac, but the other relished in having someone (especially someone as fuckable as this) unashamedly on his side. "What are you drinking?" Draco asked.

"Just a beer would be great," Harry replied, showing him the one he had almost finished. He didn't want to do any more shots, he wanted to keep his wits about him whilst such a catch was holding his hand.

And he was still holding his hand, the simple touch sending waves of excitement rippling over Harry's skin. Mac never liked holding hands, or showing much affection at all for the matter. He said it was too sissy to do that, clinging on to some perverse idea that because he was gay, he had to somehow hike up his masculinity to compensate. It had been a constant source of hurt and annoyance to Harry, and just touching someone like this unabashedly out in the open was giving him a thrill. Draco's hand was warm and dry, and he kept rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth over Harry's knuckles reassuringly.

Draco insisted on buying their drinks, and as they moved back away from the bar he let go of Harry's hand to place it on the small of his back possessively. "Don't look," he murmured, followed by another hasty "Don't look!" as Harry's head went to snap automatically back. "Okay, he's spotted you and he's looking a bit sick," Draco reported, sounded rather pleased with himself. "What do you want to do? Introduce me? Ignore him?"

Harry shook his head. As much as he wanted to make himself feel better, he was able to appreciate that going over to Mac was a bad idea. He didn't want his opinion, he didn't want him back. He just wanted him to know that Harry wasn't quite so destroyed as he thought he might have been.

"Let's go find my friends?" he suggested instead.

Draco smiled, and leaned over closer. "Okay," he said, and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

If he hadn't been pushing Harry forward, Harry might not have moved at all he was so stunned. It was a pretty chaste kiss all things considered, but still, that this guy was willing to put on such a show for him having only just met him, it was sweet, and well, it just felt nice.

"Was that for his benefit, or yours?" Harry's slightly drunken tongue betrayed him by asking.

Draco pressed their bodies together as they slipped through the crowd. "Actually," he breathed. "I rather hoped it was for yours."

Harry blushed. Was it wrong to hope this wasn't all an act?

Seamus and Dean's jaws dropped when they broke through to where they'd managed to snag a few chairs by a table in the corner. "Hey guys," Harry said, aware that Draco's hand was still on his waist. "This is Draco. Draco this is Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas."

"Draco Malfoy," he elaborated, reaching out to shake hands before they sat down. "I just rescued Harry from the ogre over there."

Harry shifted under his friends' gaze. "Mac's here," he explained.

"Arsehole," said Dean instantly.

"Mother fucker," added Seamus in his Irish lilt, clinking his bottle onto Draco's. "You're a good man there, showing him Harry's worth sticking around for."

"Yes he is," Dean added firmly and only slurring his words a little. "Harry, you deserve way better than that slug."

Harry grimaced and held out his hand at his two mates. "My friends. I pay them to be nice about me, obviously." They all laughed, and the tightness in Harry's chest started to ease, just a little.