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Cards - Non-Challenge
Original poster: gurliemoviegeek
Title: Cards
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R for Sexual Situations
Word Count: ~1300
Challenge: Non-Challenge
Warnings: AU, Slash, Written as if the bathroom scene in HBP had not happened.
Author's Notes: Written for noscrubs12345's birthday with the prompt cards. Un-beta'd, so please point out mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter. If I did, Harry and Draco would be together in the novels. I wrote this for fun and not for profit.
Summary: Harry and Draco play a risky game of poker in the Room of Requirement.
It was quite simply impossible. Harry shook his head at the predicament in which he currently found himself.
He sat shirtless in the Room of Requirement, several playing cards face down on a table before him, with an angry glint in his emerald eyes.
“No one forced you into this, Potter. I win a hand and you must remove a piece of clothing. You win a hand and I will divulge a secret about what I’m doing in this room.” Draco spoke calmly from the other side of the wooden table as he looked piercingly into Harry’s eyes and raised a brow in challenge. “You can give up and walk away now, you know.”
“No.” Harry gritted his teeth. “No, we will continue playing and I will beat you, Malfoy. And when I do, you will tell me what you’re up to in this room. I swear it.” Harry slid his cards back toward the Slytherin. “Your deal.”
Draco took the cards and deftly shuffled them with pale, delicate hands. His long fingers ruffled the cards and then smoothly tapped them into a neat packet in his hands. Draco once again looked toward Harry as he goaded, “What piece of clothing should I have you remove after I’ve won this hand, Potter? Your robes are gone, your shirt is gone, your tie is gone . . . So, I suppose it’ll have to be the trousers. I wonder what you’re-”
“Shut the hell up, Malfoy, and deal the bloody cards!”
Draco couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight before him. Harry Potter, bare chest gleaming in the firelight, face flushed and eyes shining with anger, was quite a sight to behold. As his eyes slid from Harry’s face to his muscled chest and then back again, Draco felt his own face glowing.
Softly, dangerously, Harry spoke. “Deal the cards, Malfoy.”
Draco smirked, but began tossing cards on the table in order to play the next hand.
Harry heatedly snatched his cards from the table and eyed them carefully. Draco was watching his competitor’s face intently, searching for any give-away. Harry’s jaw tightened, and Draco knew he had won yet another hand.
Harry slid two cards to the middle of the table and whispered, “I’ll take two.”
“Of course,” Draco smiled as he slipped two cards toward Harry. Draco continued in a voice full of triumph, “the dealer takes one.” Draco picked up a new card for himself and grinned. “Lay them on the table, Potter.”
Harry spread his cards before him, but was looking intently at the other side of the table to spy the hand that Draco had. He groaned as he saw the three queens and two tens that made up a full house. “Damn it!” he cried. “Are you cheating, Malfoy? You’ve got to be cheating!”
Draco’s face became rigid as he murmured, “I have no need to deceive you. You see, Gryffindors wear their hearts on their sleeves. And I’m afraid that that makes you a very poor poker player.” The Slytherin looked toward the fire as he added, “You can remove your trousers now, if you please, Potter.”
Blushing a very becoming shade of scarlet, Harry looked pointedly down at the table. “I can’t. I’m not wearing anything under . . .”
Draco’s eyes snapped back toward Harry, a wide smile gracing his pale, pink lips. “Well, well. You’re just full of surprises.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “But a deal is a deal, Potter. Off with the pants, or you forfeit and this game is over.”
Before Harry could lose his nerve, he jumped up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table. The loud crack of skin on wood echoed throughout the room. Draco was sure, for one brief moment, Harry was going to storm away. But to his delight, Harry merely glared at him as he undid the button on his pants.
“Damn you to hell, Malfoy,” Harry whispered as he slid his slacks to the floor.
Draco drank in the sight, his heart pounding against his ribs. He struggled to control his wavering voice as he said, “Now, now Potter. Remember you agreed to this. And incidentally, you have absolutely nothing of which to be embarrassed.”
Shock registered in Harry’s emerald eyes as Draco continued to stare at his nude form. He stood motionless, unsure of what to do. Both young men seemed to be caught in a state of inertia. Neither wizard was sure of what action to take next.
All Draco could hear was blood rushing through his veins and his heart pumping furiously. All he could see were Harry’s eyes, full of green fire, staring at him, into him. All he could feel was desire, clear and hot, like heated steel slicing through him. He felt so full of longing that he was sure he was going to burst wide open and be left shattered at Harry’s feet.
Swallowing hard, not taking his eyes from Harry’s, Draco said, “I will tell you everything, Potter. Everything. Just please . . . I need . . . Just please don’t leave now. Please.”
Harry slowly walked toward the blond, proud and powerful, head held high. His nakedness did not affect him. He stopped just before he could reach out and touch the arm of Draco’s chair. He asked, “And what would I have to give you in exchange for this information?”
Desperate, Draco said, “Nothing. Nothing, I swear it. I just couldn’t bear it if you were to leave me right now. I want . . . Merlin, I don’t know what I want, but . . .”
Harry reached toward Draco and gently placed his finger against his lips, quieting him. Draco looked into the emerald pools of Harry’s eyes, confused and searching. “You can have everything, Draco, every part of me. All of me. But, I need to know the truth. I know you’re in trouble, Draco.” He stroked the blonde’s cheek. “And I am sure I can help you. Will you just let me in?”
“Yes, Harry. Yes.” He stood and with shaking hands pulled Harry toward the pile of discarded clothing. “Get dressed. We’ll talk. I’m going to tell you everything. But if you want to know me, all of me, you must let me in as well. I want all of you, but you’ve got to want all of me.”
Silently, Harry slipped his pants back on. He pulled on the shirt as well, but left it unbuttoned. He took Draco’s hand and led him toward a couch the Room of Requirement had suddenly provided.
“Go ahead and sit, Draco.” Harry whispered as he settled himself on the sofa, not meeting Draco’s gaze.
“I don’t understand. Does this mean -” Draco stood in front of Harry, still and stiff, ready to run away if Harry refused him.
“It means, Draco, that I want you more than you could ever know. Always have, I think.” He grasped both of Draco’s hands in his own and pulled him down on to the couch. He softly slid his hands up Draco’s arms until his fingers were twined in the boys flaxen hair.
Stunned, Draco could only watch in wonder as Harry brought their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. Heat the likes of which Draco had never known unfurled in the core of his being. Warmth spread throughout his entire body, Harry’s kiss stoking the flames. Gasping, he pulled away and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder.
“Well,” Harry whispered against the delicate shell of Draco’s ear, “are you ready to tell me.”
“Yes,” he muttered against Harry’s shoulder. “I’m finally ready to put my cards on the table.”
-Fin-