THE MAN OF THE HOUR

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Draco took in a deep breath before he closed his eyes and blew out the birthday candles. He was surrounded by his closest friends still he felt the emptiness inside him tugging and he hated that it wouldn't just go away.

"What did you wish for?" Pansy asked with a sly smile and Draco should have known right then that someone was going to go very wrong.

He shrugged and looked around the room. "Nothing special," he said. Blaise was the first one to give him a hug and then pushed Draco over so he could cut the cake.

Theo handed him a small box that was perfectly wrapped and Draco opened his mouth to thank him when the table toppled over, Pansy shrieked, and an almost naked Harry Potter appeared in the room.

"What the—" Potter said and quickly grabbed the towel that hung around his waist.

"Oh my..." Blaise mumbled and Theo said, "Potter?" at the same time.

"The happiest of birthdays indeed," Blaise added.

Draco turned to look at Pansy. "What did you do?"

"What is going on?" Potter demanded.

"I didn't do anything. It was your wish," Pansy said and Draco scowled at her. He had no idea what she was on about. She turned to look at Potter. "Welcome to the party. It's Draco's birthday."

"Why am I here?" Potter said and raked a hand through his hair. It was wet, Draco noticed. He'd clearly just walked out of the shower — or it was raining outside and he was walking around in a towel. No, that didn't make any sense.

Potter didn't really wait for a response. "I can't seem to Apparate. I need a wand. Where's your Floo?" He spoke in one breath and then slapped his face. "This is a really bad dream."

"It has to be," Draco said. "This is a horrible dream. Pansy, do something." Pansy raised her hand from her hip and squeezed Draco's right nipple. "Ow!" Draco shouted.

"Not a dream," she said.

"You're such a bitch," Draco said.

"Uhm...hello," Potter said, waiving. "Can I leave now?"

Pansy looked at Draco as if she were saying: Well? Draco rolled his eyes and brushed past her towards Potter. "I can Apparate you to your place, Potter. Sorry."

"Thanks," Potter said, looking relieved. Draco felt the opposite.

"You're still at—"

"Grimmauld Place," Potter said and Draco nodded.

"Think of your sitting room," Draco said, even though Potter didn't need to think of anything for a Side-along. Draco closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Potter placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and Draco Apparated them to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place's sitting room.

"Great," Potter said, letting go of Draco.

"Sorry about that. Pansy thinks she's just so funny..."

"What happened exactly?" Potter asked, now that he seemed to relax a lot. Draco supposed that if a room full of people were staring at him and he were in his towel, he'd be tensed too.

"I have a feeling that Pansy used enchanted candles on my birthday cake and when I made a wish—"

"You wished for me?" Potter asked, looking and sounding surprised. His eyebrows shot up and without his glasses, he really had the greenest of eyes.

"No. Not exactly," Draco said. "I should go."

"Wait!" Potter said and a moment later, he summoned his glasses. He still hadn't summoned any clothes. Draco tried not to think about that. He had been concentrating on Potter's eyes or his hair the entire time.

"Do you want a drink?" Potter asked gesturing towards the corner bar set up in the sitting room.

"Erm...sure," Draco said.

They made their way to the corner where Potter poured them both two shots of Firewhisky. "Happy birthday, Malfoy," he said.

"Thanks," Draco said and finished the shot in one go. "I should really get back to my party—"

"Right, of course," Potter said. "Thanks for bringing me back here. It was really uncomfortable with the way Zabini was staring at me—"

Draco chuckled. "He's harmless. He just likes to stare, is all. He's had a crush on one of the Weasley brothers for ages, but he'd never make a move."

"Which one?" Potter asked.

"The gay one," Draco said.

Potter laughed. "Charlie?" he asked and Draco nodded. "I'm sure I can make some introductions."

"Could you?" Draco perked up. "He'd owe me for life. I mean, he'd owe you, too."

"No problem. I'll owl you the next time Charlie is visiting," Potter said, smiling.

"That's brilliant," Draco said.

They lingered in the corner of the sitting room for another moment then Draco decided to take his leave again. "So, I'll just see myself out then..."

"Wait," Potter said again. Draco didn't move, he stared at Potter, wondering what he wanted now. "What did you really wish for?"

Draco sighed and gave Harry a once over. He felt his own face burning and his ears getting red. "I didn't know that the candles were cursed."

"Enchanted," Potter said.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Enchanted," he said. "I wished for the man who can give me the best shag of my life," Draco said dryly. "Evidently, it's—"

Potter immediately started to cough. "Oh...my..."

"Indeed," Draco said and this time he really did turn and was going to leave when Potter grabbed his elbow. Draco raised an eyebrow when he looked at Potter's hand, then Potter's face.

"Do you want to try it out?"

"What?" Draco asked, not sure if he'd really heard what he did. "You want...what?" This time, Draco slapped his own face, just to make sure he really wasn't dreaming.

"I mean, it's your birthday and you should get a good shag. Maybe we can start with the best blow job of your life..." Potter bit his lower lip and looked down to the floor for a mere second before he looked into Draco's eyes, determined.

"It is my birthday," Draco said. It was all he could manage to say.

Potter took one step closer. "So, are you up for it?" he asked.

Draco glanced down to the tent in Potter's towel and smirked. "Evidently, you're up for it."

"But why—" Draco's question never saw the light of day because Potter's mouth was on his and he was pressing his body against Draco's. Draco had so many questions. Why would Potter be the man who'd give him the best shag of his life? And how was Potter so ready for it, without any questions or hesitations? Did Potter like Draco? Why didn't he ever tell Draco that?

Potter moaned into Draco's mouth and his hands travelled down to cup Draco's arse.

Draco forgot all about his questions and decided to worry about it later. He slid his thumbs down and yanked Potter's towel off him. Potter gave a short laugh and they pulled apart so Draco could take a good look at Potter.

The man was fucking beautiful.

The Floo network in Potter's sitting room roared and only a small piece of parchment came flying out.

We'll save you some cake. ~ P