wook77 | Dinner Out - hd

I apologize for the lateness of the posting. It is currently 8 pm on Thursday so I'm still on time for my timezone... not much of a justification, eh? Err, right, then, on to the story.

Title: Dinner Out
Author:

wook77
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Wordcount: 2462
Warnings: Wanking, angst, flangst, my regular stuff
Summary: After Harry gets out of the hospital, he's swarmed by the Weasleys. Draco is not happy.
A/N: I wanted to thank

yodels for the idea and

anael for the quick readover. Finally - this is dedicated to

wildegirl_05 because she dared me to fit "fuckass" in a story and I did. Here's to you, soul sister. Written for the

hd_365 prompt of "fire".

It had been going on all evening and Draco could feel the flames of jealousy flaring higher and higher. Every time he turned around, every sodding time he looked, there was that red-headed hussy fawning over Potter. If it wasn't the She-Weasel, it was Mother Weasel. If it wasn't Mother Weasel, it was the blond Wannabe Weasel.

He was getting tired of it, to put it mildly. The absolute final straw was when the She Weasel dared to push him away from Potter when he approached his lover. To actually be physically touched by Ginny Sodding Weasley was enough to set his temper off on the best of days but to be pushed away from his lover, Draco saw red.

And through the red flames of anger, he kept reassuring himself that it was anger and not jealousy, Draco started to plot his revenge. Just because they'd had that brief fling in Sixth Year did not mean that any of the Weasleys or Wannabe Weasleys trumped his claim to his lover.

His anger and jealousy considered to simmer as Potter didn't even bother to look for Draco after awhile. Instead, he allowed the She Weasel to pop a morsel of food into his mouth. The giggling and cooing, the sighing and the fawning, the baby talk, all of it kept the simmer at a high level.

The evening had started off on the wrong footing. After Potter had left the hospital after that horrendous encounter, the Weasleys had insisted Harry, and "you too, of course, Draco" come to dinner. Potter had turned those doe eyes on and Draco had capitulated with nary a shot fired.

When they'd arrived, Potter had immediately been bundled off to the couch where the fawning immediately commenced. Draco, on the other hand, had been continuously pressed further and further to the corner of the room where even now the rickety chair under his arse threatened to give way under his slight weight.

Dinner had turned out to be only for Potter as he was handfed and cooed over while Draco's stomach growled and rumbled. The Weasley clan had eaten before they'd arrived so that they would be able to focus more on Harry and "of course you as well, Draco".

Step One of his plan was to slowly insinuate himself closer and closer to Potter. He made no promises about how intact any of the Weasleys would be by the time he reached Potter's side. Ever so subtly, Draco stood and approached the outskirts of the Weasley encampment. He made general conversation with whatever older Weasley was currently standing near him. From there, it was simple to incorporate the next closest Weasley male. Step One was exceeding his expectations as he finally stood next to Ron almost to the inner sanctum around Potter.

"Draco, dear, would you run to the kitchen to get our dear Harry some juice?" Draco sneered inwardly but his outward expression was a friendly smile.

"I'm not familiar with your kitchen, Mrs. Weasley. I wouldn't want to disrupt it. I'm sure Ron here would be more than willing to fetch his best friend a beverage." Draco used his most pleasing tone of voice.

"Sure, mum, I'd be happy to. Be right back, Harry." Ron fell for the ploy and Step Two began implementation.

"Harry, love," Draco's smile dropped to a predatory gaze before turning back into a smile once more as She Weasel fawned over Potter, "we were so worried for you. I'm so glad you made it out of there alive."

"I'm quite glad I made it out of there, let me tell you." The group laughed. The flames flared once more. Potter was acting like he'd made it out by himself when it had been Draco that had pulled him out of there.

"Harry, don't forget that we have an appointment early in the morning. We're going to need to leave." Draco's voice sounded caring but he must have overdone the concern and friendliness because Potter shot him a suspicious look before agreeing that it was time for them to leave. Step Two had been a success.

Step Three started when they reached their flat. Harry collapsed onto the sofa and Draco sat on the chair next to the sofa. He reached out and grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Err, Draco?" Draco didn't look up from the rag he was currently reading. The Daily Prophet was having a field day with Harry's most recent heroics. There was the mention of Draco's rush into the fire to pull Harry out. That taunting mention fueled the fire of anger within him.

"Draco, love?" Draco hardened himself to the pleading voice and gave the newspaper a snap.

"Draco, what's wrong?" There, that was the question Draco had been waiting for, priming himself for. With calm deliberate motions, Draco carefully folded the paper so the fire incident was prominently displayed. He then planted one ankle on the opposite knee and looked at Harry with a measuring gaze.

"What's wrong?" Draco could feel a sneer forming on his lips before he schooled himself back into an emotionless front. "Whatever gave you the idea that something was wrong?"

Harry looked clueless, a face that normally brought out Draco's softer side. But not this time, Draco refused to allow it to come out this time.

"Well, you haven't said anything in an hour other than 'here'. Also, you're reading the Daily Prophet and I know you hate it." Draco rolled his eyes.

"I didn't need to say anything. The Weasleys were taking care of everything. I merely needed to sit in the corner like a good boy and watch them fawn all over the conquering hero. He conquers evil wizards, shark tanks and fires! He's bloody amazing and he so fucking wonderful!" Draco stayed seated as Harry sat up.

"What has gotten in to you, Draco?" Draco flew to his feet.

"Let me list them, for you, shall I? One, you insist we go to the Weasleys for dinner where you get handfed and I get thrust into the corner. Two, I'm sodding hungry. Three you…"Draco's voice cracked before breaking off.

"Three I what?" Harry still sounded confused. Draco turned and stared at Harry as his thoughts finally coalesced into the real reason he'd been in such an awful mood.

"Do you know how many times I've visited you in the hospital in the past two or so months?" Harry shook his head. "Twice, Potter. I've received heart-stopping panic-inducing calls that you were in the hospital or stuck in a burning building twice. That's an average of once a bloody month."

"Err, right, I'd forgotten about the other one." The flames of rage and jealous and heartbreak flared even higher.

"Forgotten about it? Well I, for one, have bloody well not forgotten about it. My heart stops every time I get a message about you. Hell, this last time, I didn't even get a message. I had to draw my own conclusions that you were trapped in that burning building! Jesus, Harry, do you ever stop to think before you go out there and risk your life? Because it's not only your life you're risking, you know. It's mine as well!" Draco began to pace, diatribe uninterrupted. "You forget that there are two of us, now. You forget that maybe, just maybe, I'm attached to you, you inconsiderate fuckass. You forget that every sodding time I get that call that my heart breaks and I think that you won't be around anymore."

Draco had given away more than he had wanted. Instead of turning to look at Harry, unwilling to see his expression, Draco turned towards the fireplace. He paused in his pacing to lean his arm against the mantle and then rest his forehead into his forearm.

The soft slide of fabric on leather, the slight squeak of flesh shifting on that leather and then the slow careful sound of footsteps crossing the room gave Draco enough warning that he didn't flinch when Harry draped himself along Draco's back. The warmth of Harry's chest seeped through the shirt Draco wore and it was comforting. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be comforted or not so Draco stayed where he was, still and unyielding. Harry's arms wrapped around his chest and his left cheek pressed into Draco's back between the shoulder blades.

"You're right." That wasn't the response Draco had expected.

"I'm right? Of course I'm right, Potter." Draco meant them to be biting and sarcastic but they came out resigned and sad.

"I didn't think about what you would go through when I ended up in the hospital the first time. I didn't think about what you would go through when I ended up trapped in the fire. I didn't take the time because I thought I was the only one that could help." Draco stayed braced and stiff. "But in my defense, that's the way I've always been, ever since we've met. Cliché or not, it's the Gryffindor in me. Action first, thought second."

Draco snorted at the piss-poor justification.

"Am I really worth less than those people that were stuck in the fire? Is that what you think about us?" Harry's grip around Draco's torso tightened.

"Fuck, Draco, where do you come up with this shite? No, you're not worth less but they have to be worth something, too, you know. How the bloody hell do you think I would've felt if I had said 'so sorry there, boys, my lover would be terribly upset with me were I to run into that burning building to save you'?"

Draco blinked in surprise. He hadn't considered that. Abruptly, the fire of anger bled down to embers and Draco slumped into the embrace.

"When I figured out that it was you trapped in that building, my heart was ripped from my chest, Harry. God above but it hurt so badly. I've never hurt like that, not even when I was…" The words stopped but Draco knew that Harry realized what he'd been about to say. Not even when he was trapped and tortured by Voldemort, not even when he'd fought his way out of the shell that torture left him in, not even when he relived the horrendous experiences while trapped in his own mind.

"I know that now, Draco. I can only promise to try to be more careful in the future." Draco nodded against his arm and Harry's body.

He suddenly turned around until they were touching chest to chest. Harry looked startled and Draco grinned.

"Try? Nope, I'm going to need a promise that you will be more careful in the future." Harry's surprise bled into bafflement.

"I promise to be more careful in the future, Draco." Draco cocked his head.

"Good." Draco pressed forward. As he did so, Harry backed up. They continued this way until Harry fell onto the sofa.

"I wouldn't want you to miss out on this." Draco stepped back from the sofa and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, keeping his eyes on Harry's face the entire time. Ever so slowly, Draco drew his hands up his torso, tracing along that light dusting of hair from stomach to chest. His hands parted and rubbed across his nipples, taking a moment to tweak them before pressing outward, drawing his shirt down his arms. With a quick shrug, the shirt fell to the floor.

Harry started to sit up but Draco pushed him back down. "Watch. Don't touch."

Draco touched his face, cupping his cheek with one hand while he inserted a finger into his mouth, sucking it in. Another finger slid in before Draco pulled them out. He used his wet fingers to pinch his nipple.

From there, Draco slid his hands back down until he reached the fastenings on his trousers. He undid his belt, leaving the ends hanging before he undid the button on the top. The zipper opened, tooth by tooth until his pants were exposed. They were Gryffindor red and, to be honest, were actually Harry's.

Harry must have recognized them because his eyes widened as his hand reached to cup his own erection. Draco quickly reached out and batted at Harry's hand. "When I said 'don't touch', Potter, I meant don't touch. Just watch and appreciate what you risk every time you risk your foolish neck."

Draco's hands went back to his trousers before he thrust his hands into the pockets and then pushed them down. After stepping out of them, he began to shimmy out of his pants. He went torturously slow. It took a few minutes before his cock popped out of its confines. Once it was freed, however, Draco turned around and shoved his pants the rest of the way down. He bent over, touching his face to his knees as he tugged them away from his ankles.

Once they were off and he was naked, Draco ran his hands along his thighs, pressing in so that the muscle was firm under his hands. Harry couldn't see his gesture but Draco knew his mind would fill in the blanks.

"Next time you drop everything, think about this."

Ever so slowly, Draco spread his legs and looked at Harry from between them. Darting out his tongue, Draco licked the inside of one knee and then the other. Harry's panting caused Draco to harden the rest of the way.

Draco slowly straightened before turning around to face the sofa and Harry. His right hand slid down his body to start stroking his erection as he walked towards Harry. His other hand went into his mouth where he wetted the fingers before reaching around and fingering himself. It took him a few seconds but he finally found that spot and rubbed it, over and over as he continued to fist himself.

His strokes became more frantic as Harry watched. Both of their breathing became sporadic as Draco could feel his impending orgasm. Finally, it ripped through him, smothering the few embers of anger that were left.

"Next time you run into a burning building, remember this. Remember what you're risking with your heroics." Draco sucked each of his fingers as Harry continued to stare.

After turning his back on Harry, Draco went to the bedroom and collapsed on to the bed. The side of the bed rolled underneath Harry's weight as he climbed in behind Draco. With arms wrapped around him tightly, Draco forced back the shudder at the sensation.

"I love you, you know. I do value you, more than anyone. I promise to be more careful in the future." Draco nodded and, with a kiss pressed to the back of his neck, they stayed like that until they drifted off to sleep.