Figured You Out, H/D Songfic, NC17

A songfic :) Nickelback's Figured You Out. Lyrics are in bold. And needless to say, used without permission.
Summary: Harry has all the answers.

“I like your pants around your feet,” Draco said, and pushed him down onto the couch and knelt before him. The room suited him; it was dark and drab and smelled faintly of cigarettes. It was ugly, ruined, as Draco himself: marked by time passing, marked by hard use, too many dirty fingers and not enough kindness.

Harry had no kindness to spare for him. “I like the dirt that's on your knees,” he answered, “and I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me. You're like my favourite damn disease.” They were the things that Draco liked him to say, though not the exact words; they were the things his father had taught him. So many of the fingerprints were his father’s.

Draco’s mouth was full by now, of course. Still, he had remarkable control. He got the words out around the edges, and his breath feathered Harry’s dick and made him that much harder. “And I love the places that we go, And I love the people that you know.” All in Draco’s little boy voice, the voice that Draco swore had brought Snape off a thousand times. It should have made Harry sick, should have made him feel used, as dirty as Draco.

He pushed himself harder into Draco’s mouth, and pretended not to notice the hand sliding down his back, the fingers cool and moist with lubrication. “And I love the way you can't say no, Too many long lines in a row,” he groaned, twisting his fingers in Draco’s hair. “I love the powder on your nose—Ooooh.” Draco’s finger inside him, so far up he could feel the metal of the Malfoy signet at his entrance.

But he knew all his lines by now, and he never forgot. It was a part of his payment. “And now I know who you are. It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out And now I know who you are.” He lost the train of thought as Draco added a second finger. “It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out.”

Draco came up for air, and to let Harry catch his breath a little. He always talked during; Harry had a hard time following but he knew the words weren’t important. “I like the freckles on your chest And I like the way you like me best. And I like the way you're not impressed, While you put me to the test. I like the wine stains on your dress.” Just nonsense. More of Draco’s nonsense.

He answered him. It was important to keep him happy, or he might leave in a huff and Harry would have to finish himself off. But the words didn’t have to mean anything. “And I love the way you pass the check And I love the good times that you wreck. And I love your lack of self respect While you're passed out on the deck. I love my hands around your neck.” They didn’t have to mean anything but they were always the truth. “And now I know who you are. It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out.” Draco added another finger and Harry repeated it. “And now I know who you are--It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out. I love your pants around your feet And I love the dirt that's on your knees And I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me. You're like my favourite damn disease.”

One last finger—he felt far more full than he had imagined Draco’s slender fingers with their bitten nails could make him—every time he forgot. One more finger and he was coming furiously into Draco’s mouth. Draco swallowed most of it and stood up, his face very white. Harry had given him a faint milky moustache.

He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and told Harry without expression, “And I hate the places that we go And I hate the people that you know And I hate the way you can't say no Too many long lines in a row. I hate the powder on your nose.” He bent, kissed Harry. His mouth tasted of cum, more faintly of gin mixed with something sweet and cherry flavored. He shrugged on his coat while Harry watched him, too limp to move. “And now I know who you are. It wasn't that hard: Just to figure you out.” He picked up Harry’s wallet from the end table, took the small wad of Muggle money and a handful of Galleons.

He turned to go and Harry said to his back, “And now I know who you are, It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out.” But Draco didn’t answer, and the door shut behind with a click more final than a slam.