AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This was my 2012 HP-Sexstars Fic (hp-sexstars . livejournal . com) entry. The fest is over and reveals are out, so now I can post this for you here. This fanfic is finished, and I will put a new chapter up every few days.
My prompt for the fest was: Paying an "expert" to lose one's virginity. The number ten.
A very grateful 'thank you' goes out to my beta, drarryxlover, who provided such excellent feedback and help! Thank you to the HP-Sexstars mod for running this wonderful fest!
DISCLAIMER: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.
TIMELINE: Begins Pre-Hogwarts (1990), and ends Post-Hogwarts (no date given, as it's a spoiler). Alternate Universe (no Voldemort resurrection, no DeathEater!Draco, no war).
CHARACTERS FEATURED (alphabetical order, last name): Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott
SUMMARY: From the tender age of ten-years-old, Theodore Nott has been in love with his infuriating best friend, Draco Malfoy. At twenty, he decides he's had enough of watching Draco slag around, and decides to finally do something about his own lust for the man, offering Draco money in exchange for sex. But can he keep his heart distant enough from the act so, come the morning after, he won't be completely devastated?
RATING: R (M)
WARNINGS: Implied homosexual sex - including loss of virginity and Dom/sub relationship dynamics (off-screen); Frotting; Groping; Kissing; Naughty teasing; Explicit profanity; Purchasing sexual favours; Angst-Angst-Angst; Happy Ending
EXTRA NOTES: Chapter break titles come from a Nickleback song of the same name ("S.E.X."). For the sake of this fic, I'm saying that Galleons come in denominations of 1, 10, 100, and 1000 marks, because it seems silly to me that anyone would carry a giant satchel full of coins just to go out shopping, when they could carry a small pouch instead (you'd think the Goblins would have figured out the economic advantage of decimalizing large coinage by now, anyway).
COUNTING THE DISTANCE
BY RZZMG
X~~~~~X
'S' is for the simple need.
X~~~~~X
10 October, 1990
"That's mine. Give it back!" Theodore growled, reaching for the big, green marble that Draco had swiped from the ground at the conclusion of their game.
His best friend pulled his hand out of reach at the last possible second in a swift move, hiding the marble behind his back in a closed fist. "Means a lot to you, does it?" Draco taunted, knowing that the smooth jade shooter did, in fact, mean the world to Theodore. It was one of the last gifts his mother had given him just before her death. "I've decided to keep it. You owe me a birthday gift from June."
"Hey, you owe me one, too! My birthday was just last month," Theodore pointed out. "And since I'm older-"
"By a measly ten months," Draco pointed out, offended at the idea that anyone could lord anything over him, even something as unplanned as a birthday.
"To the day," Theodore reminded him with a snap of his jaw. "I'm ten months older to the day." For some reason that seemed very important to remind his friend of just then, adding insult to injury.
Draco shrugged as if he didn't care, when in fact Theodore knew his friend did care very much. The blond boy tossed the heavy, round weight into the air and caught it effortlessly in a fast snatch-and-grab. "Whatever. You still owe me a gift. I think I'll take this marble. I rather like the colour."
Theodore growled at him. "It's mine. Give it here, or I'll punch you out!"
Through dark gold lashes, his best friend appraised him. "You want it back? What'll you give me for it?"
Angry that Draco would dare steal his most prized possession, Theodore bunched up his fists and swung, intending to knock his friend to his arse and take back what was his. He missed by a mile, however, as Draco smoothly danced out of the way with the speed and agility of a fox.
Knowing this game between them couldn't be won with force, as Draco was both faster and stronger than he, Theodore instead turned to secondary measures to achieve his aims. "All right, what do you want?" he asked.
Draco's right eyebrow twitched with interest, and his smug smile reflected triumph. "What have you got to trade?"
Theodore shoved his hand in his trouser pocket and pulled out the contents. He opened his palm to let his playmate see. Draco inventoried them aloud.
"A stone from the garden, a Chocolate Frog card of Parasausus-"
"That's Paracelsus," Theodore corrected him in a small huff. It was his favourite card, after all.
Draco grinned at him. "Whatever." He looked back at the small pile of goodies. "Three Bertie Bott's Beans covered in lint, and... how many Sickles have you got there?"
"Ten."
Theodore's friend seemed to consider what he wanted from the lot. "I'll take the Sickles," he finally decided. He stepped closer and held an empty palm out, expecting the trade. "Count them as you put them in my hand."
Theodore did as he was bade, making sure each coin clinked against the others as he set it into his friend's hand. When he was done, he held out his own empty hand. "Now, give it here."
Before he could move to counter, Draco grabbed his wrist and pulled with strength, throwing Theodore off-balance. Draco's arms came around him as he caught him, and they both tumbled to the magically-grown grass that lined the conservatory floor. Theodore landed on his back with force, and all of the air was knocked from his lungs in a powerful whoosh. Tears stung his eyes from the pain, but before he could snarl a protest, Draco had ducked his head down and quickly pressed his lips to the corner of Theodore's own, bestowing an innocent kiss.
"That's one," Draco stated with a smirk.
Theodore blinked.
Eh? One what?
Angry at being toppled, Theodore used his hips and rolled them. The ten Sickles he'd had to pay to retrieve his beloved marble flew into the air and rained down upon them both. He paid them no attention, instead slamming Draco's wrists down into the soft lawn, pinning his friend in place.
"Gotcha!"he exclaimed with a victorious huff.
Draco lay still under him, a halo of silvery coins and the green grass framing his sugar-white hair, and he stared up at Theodore in surprise. Slowly, that astonishment morphed into amusement. "I don't mind," he replied with a grin.
Astonished that his friend had yielded so easily, Theodore's grip relaxed, and he'd lifted his hips off of Draco's stomach to keep from squashing the conquered boy under him. That consideration given in the spirit of fair play proved to be a mistake; Draco took full advantage of the slackened hold and knocked Theodore back and off him with a mighty shove.
Scrambling to his feet, Draco glanced down at him with an arrogant smirk. "In the end, I always win, though," he said with all princely assurance. Then, turning, he ran like the wind towards the conservatory exit, his clothing as grass-stained and rumpled as Theodore was sure his was. "Last one to the study is a rotten Ashwinder egg!" Draco called out over his shoulder, laughing.
"You dirty cheat!" Theodore shouted after his friend, taking off in the hopes that he could eventually catch up. He had shorter legs than Draco, so the distance would be difficult to close, especially with his friend's head-start. But, if there was one thing Theodore knew, it was that he had better endurance than Draco.
He'd catch up in no time, and when he did, he was going to knock Draco on his arse.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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