herumtreiber

Title: The trouble with thespians
Author

herumtreiber
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 955
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Suggestion
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the rest belong to JK Rowling, I only play with them.
Summary: Harry is the lead in a muggle play. Draco turns out to be an ardent theatre fan.
Notes: I was searching for some pictures for a friend's birthday when I stumbled upon Harry and Draco, and the plot bunny struck :)

In the Room of Requirement, Harry grabbed his shorts. He fingered the elastic waistband, weighing if he should exercise more.

He was tired of Apparating to Hogwarts every night after the play was over. It was hard to work as an actor and keep up the schedule of his grueling last year at Hogwarts. Admittedly his experiences during the war made it easier to grasp DADA, Potions and Transfigurations concepts, but it was a chore to juggle his hectic workdays - not to mention the time he spent buffing up for his role in Equus.

It was Hermione who encouraged him to take the job, mentioning that it would be a refreshing change from the haunting memories of the war.

Harry had to endure knowing leers from some Hogwarts students, mostly the muggleborns like Dean Thomas and Justin Finch-Fletchley, the latter had the gall to suggest some pony play.

He thought he was free from the scrutiny of the purebloods, especially the Slytherins who wouldn’t dream of going to the muggle theatre. Harry had been quite sure of that until he caught Malfoy looking at him, narrowing his gray eyes as if seeing him in a new light. It was disquieting and Harry didn’t know what to make of it.

As always, Hermione came to the rescue, performing a localizing charm on Draco. It would pinpoint his whereabouts each night.

The next day, Harry waited expectantly for Hermione. He speared a piece of treacle tart, pausing when he saw Malfoy looking at him, licking his lips and completely ignoring Zabini.

“I have bad news, Harry. Malfoy was in the West End last night.”

Harry gulped. “Maybe he was going to a musical?”

“No. It was the Gielgud theatre.”

“Bloody hell. I reckon he’s planning to curse me!” said Harry with alarm, sipping his pumpkin juice.

“I don’t think so, Harry. I talked with the ushers. He’s been going there for days. If Malfoy planned on cursing you, he would’ve done so. I think his interest is more… personal.”

Harry turned his head, muttering, “Draco’s seen Equus WAY too many times for me to be comfortable!”

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Harry was in the Room of Requirement, equipped like a muggle training room. There were weights, bars and all the equipment for his daily workout.

Harry wouldn’t admit it openly, but it was a thrill to perform on the play knowing that Malfoy was gazing at him. Harry could easily cast a spell that would reveal the Slytherin, but he preferred thinking that any person in the audience could be the blond boy who blatantly ogled him in the hallways of Hogwarts.

One day, Malfoy was looking so intently at Harry that when the stairs changed directions, he continued descending and would have fallen to the ground three floors below if Blaise had not seized his arm.

Of course Harry had grabbed his wand, ready to cushion his fall. He didn’t want to lose a potential member of the audience.

Harry lazily touched his sweaty torso; he was bare chested, clad only in tight cotton shorts. He was ready to finish his workout with some stretching exercises. The Room was too dark so Harry wandlessly cast Lumos minima. Instantly small sparks lit the space.

He bent down to touch his toes with his fingers. “One, two… twenty.”

Harry was so intent on finishing that he didn’t notice the door opening. He did hear someone grunt in surprise.

He turned and saw Draco just inside the room. He scowled at Malfoy’s astounded expression.

“Why do you look so disgusted? Am I so ugly?” said Harry, wrapping his arms around his toned chest, his fingertips touching his six-pack.

Draco blushed; he stayed silent, at a loss for words. He finally said, “I didn’t figure you were here, Potter. I was looking for a… book.”

“I know you’ve been going to the play!”

Draco didn’t try to deny it. “Indeed. Potter, I couldn’t believe it when Justin told me. Why do you work in the theatre? Tell me, are your funds running out?”

“I wanted to try something new, Malfoy. I’m tired of being only Harry Potter.”

“Well, I went to see you for the novelty, Potter. I have to admit you have a delectable arse… I mean assets.”

Harry blushed, motioning to the door. “Can you leave me alone, Malfoy? I need to finish my stretching.”

Draco leered, sauntering towards the flustered Harry.

“I can help you, Harry,” drawled the blond. “I can stretch you like you have never been stretched, with my Malfoy tool.”

Before Harry could say anything, the Slytherin’s lips sealed his mouth. The astounded thespian lost himself in the heated kiss, opening his mouth after a second.

Harry’s most ardent fan kissed him hungrily and the two Seekers soon forgot Hogwarts - and the West End.

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“I must say I was right, Harry.” Hermione lifted her gaze from the book she was reading. “You look healthier and your cheeks are rosier ever since you starred in that play.”

“You’re happier, mate,” said Ron. He pushed aside the Quidditch magazine he was reading and crossed his arms behind his neck. “I bet it’s because you put Malfoy in his place.”

Hermione touched Ron’s hand. “Yes, we found him on a corridor. We were going to Transfigurations and there he was on the corner, sulking like in Sixth Year. Didn’t look happy at all.”

Harry blushed, recalling the fight he’d had with the Slytherin. Draco was too enthusiastic in his groping and didn’t let him perform his exercises. Every time Harry looked back, Draco was drooling. Eventually the Slytherin would kiss him and they would end making love. But it was ruining his schedule. So Harry had to send Draco to time out.

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