Hidden Desires
By Chelleybelle

Harry sat in the comfort of his living room while his two best friends stared intently at him across the room. He had just explained his day and what he had found at Nicodemus MacNair's home. He reached down for his pint and took a long swallow. He wasn't sure that there would be enough alcohol in all of Great Britain to numb the effects of what he had witnessed this day.

"Harry, why didn't you just use your patronus spell to repel the Lethifold? Everyone knows that the patronus charm is the only effective way of repelling it," Hermione stated with furrowed brows.

"Gee, Hermione, I was a little to busy prying the damn shirt off my head to remember what a Lethifold was, let alone how to repel it! I've never even heard of one anyway!" he said sarcastically as he raised his mug to his lips again.

"We studied them in care of magical creatures, Harry," she said.

"Actually, Hermione, I think we studied them about the same time as Hagrid was trying to save Buckbeat and Harry was gone from class a lot then. He could have missed it," Ron said, defending his friend.

Harry raised his glass at his friend and then took another swallow. "Thanks, mate," he said.

Hermione rolled her eyes. The two of them would never change. "So what did Ollivander say about all of this?" she asked.

"He didn't say anything, just raced straight over to St. Mungo's to check on MacNair. I don't think he quite believed us when I told him that MacNair was missing both his legs. It was really quite disgusting."

"I can't believe Malfoy left you to deal with everything and raced to the kitchen to puke! What a git!" Ron laughed.

Harry shuddered. "Can't blame him really, the smell was horrendous, and when McNair came crawling down the hall looking the way he did…I'm surprised that I didn't puke as well," he said.

"Will MacNair live?" Ron asked. He still would have liked to have seen Malfoy's face, but he really didn't like things that smelled badly.

Hermione stood and walked towards the bookshelf looking for a specific topic. "Honestly, Harry, you need a better selection of books," she said pulling down a thin tomb called Magical Accidents and Their Cures.

Harry snorted. "What for? I'll just ask you if I have a question, no sense spending all of my time buried in a book," he said. "I suppose they'll just give him some bone re-grow potion and he'll be fine," he shuddered. He could remember back to second year when he was forced to drink it after Professor Lockhart had made his arm bone disappear.

"I suspect that it might be worse than that, Harry," Hermione said looking at her book.

Harry stood. He couldn't rehash this anymore tonight. The smell and the sight of MacNair's house were still firmly implanted in his memory and he couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to forget. He thought about the Excalibur and knew that was where he needed to go. "Look guys, I have to go. I'll stop by your place tomorrow," he said walking towards the floo.

"Where are you going?" Hermione demanded.

"Diagon Alley," he said and promptly disappeared into the floo.

"Should we let him go?" she asked, looking at her husband for support.

"Hermione, he is an adult. You can't watch him for the rest of his life," Ron said in exasperation.

"But, Ron!" she said walking towards the fireplace.

He grabbed hold of her and pulled him up against his chest. "I say we go home and forget about Harry for tonight. I have plans for you, Mrs. Weasley," he said licking the side of her neck.

Hermione giggled and wrapped her hands around her husband. "What kind of plans?"

Draco gazed into his empty mug incredulously and then shouted, "Another pint, mate!" to the bartender. He could have sworn that he had just had a full glass seconds ago.

The bartender brought a fresh mug and set it down in front of the snockered blond. "Shouldn't you slow down there a bit, mate?" he asked. The young man had just downed five pints of ale in less than an hour.

"Mind your own business," he answered haughtily. "I've had a rough day," he said licking the foamy head off the top and then gulping down a long swallow. He hoped that he would never have to face what he saw today again. Perhaps this job with Ollivander wasn't really a good option for him. While Potter was being attacked by a shirt he had been in the kitchen throwing up his last meal. What was next, a head hunting troll?

The bartender swallowed hard as he watched the blonds tongue dart out and then backed away. He was on duty now, no sense dreaming. By the time he got off for the night the blond would be already taken. "Suit yourself," he said walking back towards the other end of the bar where friendlier patrons sat.

Draco looked around the room with blurry eyes and wondered why he had come to this hovel. If he was honest with himself he had hoped that Potter would be here. He had seen the man's fascination with the occupants the night before, and he saw the desire flare in Harry's green eyes when he watched as one peon gave the other a blowjob. Draco refused to think of what the site had did to him, let alone the searing kiss that Harry had given him in response.

He lifted his mug up to his lips and gulped down the entire glass. He sat there staring at the empty mug for a moment debating on whether or not to get another when he heard the door open. His heart raced as he turned, hoping it was Potter. He sighed in disappointment. It was a tall blond wizard that he didn't recognize.

The blond wizard came in the door and shut it softly behind him. A house elf popped in front of him and said, "Are you alone tonight, sir?"

The wizard nodded. "Do you want company, sir?" the elf asked, trying to please the customer.

The wizard shook his head. He looked around the room before noticing Draco up at the bar. "I see someone I know." He stood staring for a moment and then walked with purpose to the end of the bar where Draco sat. "Is this seat taken?" he asked in a deep voice.

Draco looked up at the taller man and shrugged. "I'm leaving anyway," he said, starting to stand.

"What's your hurry?" the other wizard asked. "I'll buy you a pint," he said signally the bartender for two beers.

Draco looked into the piercing blue eyes of the stranger next to him and shrugged. Why not? He sat back down and said, "I'm Malfoy," he said.

The wizard stared for a moment and then said, "I'm Campbell," he said holding his hand out.

Draco ignored the offered hand and picked up his pint. He took a long swallow and then looked again at the wizard beside him. He was sure that he had never met the man before, but there was something familiar about him. "Where are you from?" he demanded.

"Around," the wizard said, noncommittally.

"Do I know you?" he demanded.

The wizard grinned. "I don't know, do you know me?" he asked taking a sip of his pint.

Draco's eyes narrowed as he studied the man beside him. He then sighed and picked up his drink again. He couldn't concentrate. He had already consumed more alcohol in the last hour than he usually did in a month. "So are you gay?" he asked and then gasped. Where in the hell did that come from? He felt his face flame and then he quickly brought his glass to his mouth and finished off the contents.

The wizard grinned. "Do you want me to be?" he purred, rubbing his hand across Draco's thigh.

Draco yelped and jumped up. "I have to go to the loo," he said, and rushed towards the bathroom.

Harry watched as Draco raced off towards the loo in terror. He chuckled to himself and signaled for another beer. He had used a glamour charm and changed his hair and eye color and then removed his scar. He really didn't think that he looked all that different, but apparently Draco had been drinking enough to not recognize him. He hadn't wanted anyone to recognize the "Savior" of the Wizarding world and hit on him based on that.

"Your friends been putting the pints away rather quickly," the bartender said as he sat another mug down in front of Harry.

Harry nodded. "He'll be fine, I'll take care of him," he smiled.

"When he passes out and you're still not satisfied, I'll still be here," the man purred, rubbing his hand over Harry's arm.

Harry blanched. "Uh, thanks, mate," he said pulling his hand away. The bartender wasn't quite his type. He was a little to rough around the edges. He preferred his partners to be…well…cleaner. The bartender was a little too unkempt for his tastes. He had always felt a connection to Draco; he loved his casual elegance, even though he would never admit it. Harry had always been very casual in appearance so perhaps that was why Draco had always appealed to him. He thought of their kiss the night before which had been fantastic, and wondered how far he was willing to take it, or how far Draco would let him take it.

The bartender winked and strutted back to the other end of the bar. Harry took a few sips of his beer and looked around the room. The lights were dimmed and he could see several same sex couples sitting around various tables. There was soft music playing in the background and the place was pretty mellow. He turned towards the hallway and watched as Draco stumbled out of the men's room door. He smiled when he saw Draco nervously glance in his direction. He set his drink down and decided it was time to play.

He stood up and walked over to Malfoy. "Can I buy you another drink?" he asked in a low tone.

Draco swallowed hard and nodded. He had been shocked when the wizard had slid his hand over his thigh and raced to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror staring at himself demanding to himself that he make a decision. He knew in his heart that he was more attracted to blokes than the witches, but could he cross that line? He debated for several minutes the pro's and con's of each decision and then angrily yelled at his image, "Its not the rest of your bloody life, you wanker! Its only one night!" He decided that he would go back out to the stranger and see what happened. At least Harry bloody Potter wasn't around to make it worse.

"I would love another drink," he said arrogantly. "Why don't we sit at a table instead of the bar? The bartender makes me uneasy," he said.

Harry pointed to a table that was tucked back in the corner and said, "How about that one?"

Draco nodded and made his way to the table while Harry retrieved their drinks. Draco watched as the wizard moved confidently through the room and again wondered what about him was so familiar. He was tall and athletic, was handsome and had a great smile. His mind immediately went to Harry again and thought about his smile and Draco cursed. Draco felt himself harden at the thought of Harry and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Why couldn't he get that bloody arse out of his mind? Perhaps this Campbell fellow could help.

Draco tried to pretend he wasn't sitting in a gay bar with a raging hard on thinking of Harry Potter. He even went as far as thinking of the scene at McNairs before his traitorous body responded. He blanched when he remembered the smell and was grateful when a hand held out the pint in front of him. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Bad day?" Harry asked sympathetically.

Draco nodded. "You don't even know," he said.

Harry pulled his chair over close to the blond man and whispered seductively in his ear, "Tell me about it."

Draco gulped when he felt the shiver of desire race down his spine. "You don't even want to know," he said taking another sip. His stomach rolled and he wondered if he should eat something. He couldn't remember the last time that he had eaten. "Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Only for you," the wizard purred, licking Draco's earlobe as his hand snaked across his thigh.

Draco moaned as a house elf popped in front of their table. "Do the masters require food?" he asked.

Draco nodded at the same time Harry said, "No." They turned and looked at each other and Harry shrugged. A menu appeared before them and Draco looked down at the blurry words. "What's good?" he asked. At this point he just needed some food and to put some space between himself and the sexy wizard sitting so close beside him.

"We have Cornish Pasties tonight, sirs," he said proudly.

Draco sat the menu down. "Fine," he said indifferently.

Harry nodded. "That's fine for me as well," he said. He hadn't had Cornish Pasties in months and thought of them made his mouth water. He hoped that this establishment made them as well as Molly Weasley did. "Could we get some chips as well?"

The house elf disappeared, and moments later two plates were in front of the two wizards heaping with chips and Pasties. The two men dug into their food and ignored each other.

Draco's mouth watered at the rich aroma of the Cornish game hens mixed with the succulent vegetables and creamy sauce the filled the flaky pastry. He took a bite and sighed in ecstasy when the first bit of flavors poured over his mouth. "Mmmm," he said in happiness.

Harry had never seen Draco so impressed with food before. He was usually indifferent about everything and Harry wondered about this bit of emotion that the other man showed. He picked up his Pastie with his fingers and took a large bite. It was warm and he had to gulp a swallow of beer to cool off his mouth. The crust was buttery and flaky just like Molly made and filling was full of flavor. He took another smaller bite and sighed. "This is great," he muttered with a full mouth.

Draco looked up suspiciously. He watched as Campbell stuffed almost an entire Pastie into his mouth and then gulp down his beer in a single swallow. He only knew one other person who ate like that. He stared intently at the wizards face and then almost gasped. Why didn't he see it before? It was so obvious! The hair and eyes were different, but sitting before him was Harry Potter! What did he think he was playing at?

For a moment Draco was outraged and he almost stood up and confronted the man, but instead, a small smirk appeared on his face. Two could play this game. If Potter thought that he was going to trick him into his bed for the night he would get a surprise. He wasn't going to sit back and be the passive little virgin any longer. He knew that he was attracted to Harry and had been so for years. He knew that it was Harry's touch that made his blood boil and he was finally tired of running from it. Tonight, Harry Potter was going to be his. He took a long, hard look at Harry and then picked up a chip.

He dipped it into his ketchup and then held it above his head as he licked the ketchup off the end. He put the chip half way into his mouth and then pulled it out again, moaning in pleasure. Draco knew the second that he had Harry's attention. "Don't you love ketchup?" he asked innocently, repeating the process again. He watched as Harry's eyes bugged as he wrapped his lips around the potato and sucked.

Harry gulped and reached for his glass, almost tipping it over in his haste. He couldn't believe what Malfoy was doing! How dare he tease him like that! He watched as the wizard wrapped his pink tongue around the vegetable and daintily lick the end. Harry felt his trousers tighten as his body swelled and he shifted in his seat. How the hell did he do that so fast without even touching him? "Ketchup isn't really my thing," Harry said.

"Hmm, what do you like to dip your…chip in?" he purred.

Harry felt his cock immediately jump at the sexual innuendo. "Usually something…wet," he groaned.

"Do you like your…chips…large or small?" he asked, licking the salt from his fingers, slowly, making each digit disappear completely into his mouth.

Swallowing hard, Harry said, "Thick, definitely thick. They…dip…better that way."

"Hmm," Draco said in contemplation. "I like my…chips…long. That way when they…dip…they can get into the…ketchup…all the way," he said biting on his lower lip.

Harry watched as Draco's moist tongue darted out over his lips and he couldn't stand it. He grabbed the smaller man and pulled him over the chair where he soundly kissed him. His lips crashed into Draco's in a fit of desire, bruising and punishing. He thrust his tongue inside the other man's mouth and chased his hot tongue with his own. Desire flared threw him as he tasted Draco's unique flavor, driving him even madder with desire.

Draco felt his world spin off its axis. He couldn't breath; all he could do was feel. He felt Harry's strong arms wrapped around him, he felt Harry's full lips crushed against his, he felt Harry's hot tongue swirling with his own, and he felt the tell tale bulge of Harry's cock as it ground against his hip. "God's, Potter," he hissed pulling back.

Harry was to far gone with desire to notice that Draco had called him by name and pulled him back against him. "Let's find somewhere else to go," he moaned against the other man's lips.

Draco nodded. "Where?" he asked. He couldn't very well take Potter to his Manor and he didn't think it was a good idea to go to Potter's house.

A house elf appeared and bowed. "Masters, we have rooms upstairs if you are wanting a place to go," he said.

Harry nodded and looked at Draco. "Upstairs?" he asked.

Draco nodded. He wanted to feel more of the handsome man before him. He had dreamed of this moment for so long that he couldn't think of anything else except the consummation. He needed to feel and taste Harry and he needed him now. "Upstairs," he agreed.

The house elf grabbed onto each of their hands and a second later they were standing in a room that was monopolized by a giant canopy bed covered in dark blue curtains. "Here masters are," the elf said. "The drawer in the nightstand should have what masters need," he said and popped from the room.

Harry and Draco looked blankly at each other and then Harry walked across the room and opened the nightstand drawer. He blushed and slammed it shut again.

"What's in the drawer?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry blushed a deeper shade of red and muttered, "Nothing."

Draco was intrigued. He knew that not much ruffled Potter and he was curious as to what could have put that delightful shade of red onto his face. He walked over to the nightstand and smiled up at Harry. "What's in there?" he asked again.

Harry pulled Draco into his arms and whispered, "I'll show you later," and then soundly kissed the blond man.

"Mmmm," Draco moaned, pressing his pelvis against Harry. Desire flared through him and he was tired of pretending. "Oh god's, Harry, I can't control this anymore," he said pulling Harry tighter against him.

Through Harry's passion filled mind he heard his name and knew that he shouldn't have. "You knew?" he demanded, looking down at the shorter man.

"Not now, Potter," he hissed. "I want you now," he said. He reached in his pocket for his wand and flicked it at the two of them. Seconds later they were both standing naked entwined in each other's arms.

"Are you sure, Draco?" Harry asked as he ran his hand down the man's naked backside.

"Just shut up," he said and gently bit the side of Harry's neck.

Harry moaned in pleasure. A second later Harry felt himself being pushed backwards onto the soft mattress. He looked up into Draco's brilliant silver eyes and felt the desire for him race through him.

"I want to see your eyes, Harry," Draco said. He missed the deep emerald green eyes that he had spent so many nights dreaming of.

Harry sat up and grabbed his wand. He flicked it at himself and he was once again, Harry Potter.

"I love your eyes, Potter," Draco said staring into them.

Harry pushed Draco back onto the bed and stood over him. He kissed his lips thoroughly and then slowly kissed each inch his beautiful body. He found the hollow spot by his neck and gently nibbled, and then slowly trailed kissed down to his smooth chest. He licked one, then the other nipple and sucked gently, pulling it deep into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the pert nub and smiled when he heard Draco groan.

Harry ran his tongue further down to Draco abdomen and then by each hip, leaving a wet trail behind. He could feel the slight goose bumps rise on Draco and Harry knew that the other man was enjoying his touch. He trailed more kisses down one thigh and then the other, completely ignoring the throbbing member that was jutting out between them. Harry had never touched another man this way and wasn't sure what exactly to do.

He reached his hand up and fondled Draco's heavy sac. He savored the feeling of the man's naked body next to his. He hadn't realized the electric feeling that would race through his body when he finally gave into his desire for Draco. He needed to feel him closer, taste him, and know him completely. Harry leaned into him and ran his tongue up the shaft of his cock. He felt Draco shudder and ran his tongue down the other side.

"Gods, Potter," Draco hissed in pleasure.

Harry took that as a good sign and flicked his tongue over Draco's weeping head. He tasted the salty flavor of his lover and it aroused him as nothing had ever before. He took the other mans tool deep into his mouth, only stopping when it hit deep in the back of his throat. He used his tongue to swirl around and moved his head up and down, creating a friction that left Draco moaning in pleasure.

Harry squeezed Draco's sac a little tighter and increased the pressure his mouth had on the other mans throbbing member. He ran his teeth along the sides, gently massaging the pulsating veins. Harry felt Draco grab a handful of his thick hair and Harry once again increased the pressure.

"Harry!" Draco cried. "I can't control this, slow down," he pleaded.

Harry ignored the man and continued his ministrations on the other mans body. He could sense that Draco was at his breaking point and he briefly thought of stopping, teasing him longer and prolonging the other mans release. He quickly decided against it, not wanting to wait. He needed to taste him, to know that when Draco screamed out his release, it would be his name that he was calling. It would be him that had made the indifferent Draco Malfoy come undone.

Seconds later Draco yelled, "Potter, stop! I'm going to cum in your bloody mouth!"

"Then do it," Harry growled against the side of Draco's cock.

Draco needed no further encouragement. His body spasmed and let go, shooting his seed deep into Harry's willing mouth. "Harry!" Draco cried in delight. "Yes!" he hissed, pulling tighter against Harry's raven locks.

Harry felt the flood of Draco's desire fill his mouth and he swallowed, sucking each last bit of his release from his still thick and swollen cock. Harry savored the salty taste and felt his own desire growing. He winced a bit when Draco pulled his hair, but continued to suck and squeeze until Draco's body relaxed.

"Where did you learn how to do that, Potter?" Draco demanded after a moment.

Harry grinned. "I'm a quick learner."

"I thought that you said you weren't gay," Draco said.

"I'm not," he answered.

"Then what is this?" Draco demanded, sitting up.

"I think, Malfoy, that it was called a blowjob." Harry hoped that they weren't going to have another fight before he got one of his own.

Draco glared at Harry. "If you're not gay, then what are you doing giving a bloke a blowjob?"

"Does this really matter right now, Malfoy?" Harry demanded.

"How many men have you been with, Potter?" Draco demanded.

"What do you mean how many men have I been with?" Harry asked incredulously. I just told you I'm not gay!" he shouted.

"Then what are you doing sucking on my cock?"

"You're the gay one! You just stuck your cock in my mouth!" Harry shouted again.

"I am not gay!" he hissed, reaching for his wand. He flicked it and a second later he was fully clothed.

"Could have fooled me, Malfoy! Who just came where?"

"You bloody arse!" Draco shouted. He pointed his wand at Harry who ducked.

"Don't!" Harry hissed. "You know that you can't win against me!" He reached for his own wand and put his own clothes back on.

"Want to bet?" Draco shouted.

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Harry shouted. A second later he was gone and Draco was standing alone in the hotel room.

Draco stared in shock at the spot where a second before Harry had been standing. "What the hell just happened?" he wondered to himself. "Bloody hell," he said and disappeared with a pop.