Hello guys! This isn't my first smut fic, but first one on this account! My first Chapter is right here! This is a lemonade fic!!! First chapter is the sweet lemons, second is gonna be the sour smutty chappie! I know you're all looking forward to this! So please read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! If I did... well lets just say the prefect bathroom scene would have gone down a little differently if you get kmy drift ^_-
Harry James Potter sat at a small diner, three months after the war. Tired and victorious, He had decided to take a while away from the wizarding world in order to relax some. He had been given an all expense paid six month vacation, in a small flat in muggle Scotland, where he had been using Hedwig to keep in touch with his friends, and politely refuse ministry photo shoots and interviews. Since three days after the final battle, he had managed to avoid any witches or wizards (as far as he knew of course, but seeing as he had just defeated one of the greatest dark wizards of all time he assumed if magical persons were to see him they'd say something, seeing as he wasn't under any magical concealment.)
He sighed softly as the waitress walked over, She had brown curls and tan skin, with a red velvet choker around her neck. She was wearing a red and white plaid dress, as was the diner's uniform. He smiled at her as she took a pen out from behind her ear.
"Hey cutie, what can I get for you?" She asked sweetly placing the pen to a notepad.
"Hmmm... I'll have the caeser salad, without the chicken and a sweet tea please." He asked folding his menu and handing to her.
"Coming right up Hun." She said, placing her pen securely back in her hair and turning back to the counter.
Harry let out what seemed like the tenth sigh that day. He wasn't missing the wizarding world yet, but he was just... lonely. He didn't want the immediate fame and hustle and bustle, but one familiar face wouldn't hurt.
The bell by the entrance rang as the door opened and a gust of wind blew through the diner and Harry glanced up, and what he saw made him freeze and stare. Through the door had just walked the answer to Harry's wish, and proof that the universal irony network was still alive and well: Draco Malfoy.
The blonde teen looked around and Harry tried to hide behind his hand, but unfortunately, if you grow up with someone for seven years, they're easily recognized.
"Potter?" Draco looked at Harry slightly nervously, before raising a hand and waving awkwardly. Harry gave him a half smile and waved back. Draco shuffled his feet nervously for a few seconds before turning to the counter. Harry tried to ignore the talk but overheard some of the conversation anyway.
"I'm sorry doll, but we're fresh out of tables." Draco sighed and looked at his watch, before nodding and turning to leave. Harry tried to push down his guilt at being the last one into the diner, and seating one at his two-person table, but it was easier thought then done.
"Malfoy!" Harry called, causing Draco to spin around and look at him warily. "If you want- I mean, I have an extra seat, so... err... Would you, I mean..." Draco smirked and walked over to Harry's table, sitting in the chair across from him and mumbling a quick "Thanks."
There was an awkward silence until the waitress came up and asked Draco his order, leaving Harry in silent thought.
He didn't hate Draco anymore, in fact he didn't much dislike him at all, after the final battle, the entire Malfoy family came to Harry at the celebration feast and apologized, and cordially asked for forgiveness, which he gave them, feeling that Narcissa's act of saving his life back in the woods was more then worth forgiveness. Harry wasn't even sure if he had ever truly hated Draco, it was just that he greatly... disagreed with him on... well everything. He vaguely registered the waitress pouring Draco a cup of coffee and sauntering away before he looked back on Draco. He was wearing a pumpkin colored button up short sleeved shirt, and faded skinny jeans, very contrast to his usual colors of green and black, although Harry thought that these colors suited him more. Harry on the other hand was wearing dark skinny jeans and a pale purple and green plaid button up shirt, with the top two buttons undone. Harry noticed how Draco's pale skin seemed to almost glow in the summer sunset outside the window.
"Potter... POTTER!" Draco said, waving his hand in front of Harry's face, causing Harry to jump up.
"What?" He asked dazed, looking at Draco.
"Nothing, It's just that I've been calling you for a minute now." Draco said, slightly amused at Harry's lack of attention.
"Oh, sorry." Harry said, blushing, and taking a sip of his tea, that the waitress must have delivered while he was zoned out. "So... err... what are you doing in Scotland?" He asked, looking for a casual conversation topic.
"Oh, well I felt like getting away from all the parties for a while, and I have an aunt here, just twenty minutes from here, so I've been staying with her for the past two months, I like the countryside it's..." He thought for a moment "refreshing." He finished, sipping his coffee. "And you? Didn't the ministry buy you a mansion or something?"
Harry rolled his eyes "They tried, but I turned it down, I didn't especially want a big house, I just feel calmer in a small space, so they settled for buying me a flat, just up the street."
Draco raised his eyebrows "And what? You've just been here? For three months? But You're the Chosen one! The Savior of the wizarding world! Shouldn't you be celebrating? You know, parties every night? Woman? Drinking!?"
Harry laughed into his salad and looked at Draco smiling. "Come now Draco? Surely you don't think of me as the party type do you? I don't think I could stay sane if I was forced to stay there without a break, and truth be told, I'm quite enjoying my quiet vacation!" He chuckled to himself and took a few more bites of lettuce before he realized that Draco was staring at him. "What?" He asked curiously.
"Nothing" Draco said staring at Harry "It's just... you called me Draco?"
Harry blushed realizing that he had, in fact called him Draco.
"Y-yes, well, we are legally adults now, so I think we should be able to use our first names with each other, I mean, It's not like we're fighting anymore right?... but now that I think about it, did Crabbe and Goyle even call you Draco?"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "Crabbe and Goyle? Nah, but then again, we weren't exactly what you would call 'close friends'." He took another sip of his coffee.
Harry frowned "Surely you had friends though?" He asked, sipping his tea.
"Don't be stupid, of course I had friends! Blaise and Pansy." He said smirking at Harry.
"Wait," Harry said confused "I thought you were dating Pansy?" Draco spat out most of his coffee back into his cup as he snorted with laughter.
"Me and Pansy?!?" He said throwing his head back and laughing. "Now That's funny." He chuckled while grinning at Harry, and for some reason Harry found himself smiling back.
"Really, because you to could have fooled me." He said giggling.
"No, believe me, it's impossible seeing as I'm gay." He froze, and stopped laughing and looked nervously at Harry, who, he was surprised to see, hadn't stopped smiling.
"Don't look so scared Draco, I'm gay to." He said, taking another bite of his almost finished salad.
Draco's eyes widened "R-really? What about the Weaslette?" He asked drinking the last bit of his coffee.
"Ginny? Nah, she's like my sister. Like Hermione, she was the first, and the last girl I ever dated, and we both agreed it was for the best, and we're still really close." Harry scoffed.
"So," said Draco smirking "it was one of those 'I snogged my boyfriend and turned him gay' scenarios?"
Harry giggled "No it was one of those 'I snogged my girlfriend and we both turned gay', she got together with Cho Chang shortly after the final battle." He said smiling, looking over Draco's shoulder and nodding to the waitress to bring over the check.
Draco barely had time to register the shock that Weaslette was gay before the waitress stunned him out of his thinking.
"That's gonna come down to $13 for the tea and salad, and $4 for the coffee." She said smiling. Harry began rummaging through his pocket but Draco stopped him.
"Let me, it's the least I can do for you after... well, everything." He smiled at Harry and handed the woman the money, several pennies falling from his hand as he did so. The girl leaned over and picked them up, handing them back to him.
"Keep those," She said, pointing at the pennies "You can use them at the fountain!"
Draco frowned "What fountain? He asked curiously, to his surprise Harry answered him.
"The penny fountain, it's a five minute walk from here, it's supposed to grant wishes if you throw pennies into it. It's pretty large, I've been there twice during the day, and it's obnoxiously crowded." He said, grimacing as though the memory of so many people throwing pennies pained him. The waitress smiled and leaned forward so that only they could hear her.
"Deserted at night though." She said, winking "Have fun you to." She turned away and walked back behind the counter. Draco looked thoughtfully at the pennies before holding one up and flipping it to Harry who caught it in his cupped hands.
"Well, we should get going if we want to see the fountain before midnight." He said, giving Harry a genuine smile, which curiously made Harry's stomach flip, though he wasn't entirely sure why...
The two stood up and left the diner, with Harry in the lead, sharing light conversation about weather and what not.
Soon Harry grinned and turned a corner, which brought the fountain into sight. Draco gasped.
It was huge! It was circular and must have been twenty feet long each way and forty feet around! It wasn't more then a foot deep, and along the edge, every five feet or so, was a jet that shot water up towards the center of the fountain. Every few seconds the water changed colors as the underwater lights switched in a rainbow pattern. The space around the fountain was hidden by tall pine trees, and the area was completely deserted but for the two eighteen year olds.
Draco looked over at the slightly smaller form of Harry, who was walking to the edge of the fountain, where he proceeded to slip off his shoes and socks and swing his feet over the edge to rest in the water. He looked up at Draco and smiling.
"Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to come join me?" He asked, looking slightly nervous as if he was seriously thinking that Draco might choose to just stand there. But Draco smiled and walked over to the fountain and sat next to Harry, taking of his sandals as well (Who'd have guessed he was a sandal guy!?) before slipping his feet into the water and sighing.
Harry was looking dreamily towards the center of the fountain.
"Hmmmm..." he said under his breath.
"What?" Draco asked curiously.
"Wha? OH! Nothing... I was just thinking how much fun it would be to run out to the middle, under the jets you know!?" He said very fast. Draco chuckled, 'He's like an exited ten year old' he thought amused. Suddenly Harry looked up at Draco and smiled. "Hey Draco..."
Draco frowned "What?" he asked. Harry continued to look at him pointedly and it suddenly clicked. "Oh no, I will not. Harry, we'll get in so much trouble!" He said looking around.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Oh don't be such a kill joy Draco! Nobodies here! Come onnnnnn." He groaned tugging at Draco's sleeve.
Draco frantically looked for an excuse. "W-well... I'm not wearing my bathing suit and if you think I'm skinny dipping in this fountain you're—"
"Draco! Come on, we'll just go out in our clothes! Besides, we can always just spell ourselves dry afterwards!" Harry added in a whisper, looking at Draco imploringly.
Draco sighed not being able to think of anymore excuses and looked defeatedly at Harry, who smiled at him and held out a hand as he stood, facing Draco.
"Come on Draco... don't you trust me?" Draco's breath caught in his throat for no apparent reason, and he took Harry's hand and stood up. Harry grinned and the two faced the center of the fountain. Harry gave Draco one final glance before he tugged his hand and ran into the water.
The jets came down on top of them lighter then Draco would have expected. He smiled and ran after Harry, before he slipped on some algae and fell backwards. Through the pouring water he heard Harry's laughter and suddenly he gave a wicked grin, reaching up and giving Harry's wrist a sharp yank. Harry gasped as he fell on Draco. He continued to laugh as he rolled off and splashed Draco, who spluttered and splashed him back. They continued to slip on their knees and get each other as soaked as they could for several minutes before Draco managed to wrestle his way to his feet, pulling Harry with him. When they got up Harry spun around and yelped as he fell forward against Draco, who reached around to catch him.
And that's how the two boys ended up with Harry's hands pressed flat against Draco's chest, and Draco's hands on Harry's lower back, pulling him flush against himself. Harry and Draco looked at each other, Harry was sporting a miraculous blush, as his smile slipped into a dazed expression. Draco looked down at Harry for a moment, then, before he could stop himself he had leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to Harry's.
A second later however he pulled back and gasped.
"Harry! I—I'm s-sorry, I don't know what I was thinking I just—" Harry slipped his hand down into his pocket and pulled it back out, holding the copper penny from the diner in front of Draco's eyes.
"Draco," He said softly "Make a wish." He flipped the coin, and it fell in what felt like slow motion, until it landed with a 'plop' sound in the fountain. Draco stared at the ripples for a moment before he felt arms wrapping themselves around his neck. He looked back at Harry who stood on his tip toes and looked Draco in the eyes searchingly for half a second, before he kissed him again. This time Draco pressed against Harry's lips, as they moved against each other. Draco licked Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he was granted immediately. He pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth memorizing every ridge and line, before shifting as his tongue danced with Harry's. He bit Harry's bottom lip lightly, smirking inwardly as Harry moaned and tangled his fingers in Draco's hair.
They pulled apart, both panting harshly, Harry was flushed prettily, and Draco couldn't help but notice that the red disappeared into the loose shirt and Draco found himself itching to undo the rest of the buttons. He looked up at Harry who was smiling lightly.
"I think it's time you show me your ministry provided house."
YAY! Chapters done! I sat on my bed for three hours writing this!!! So read and review! And I'll.... dedicate chapter to to those who do!!!
Harry: Do I get Lemonade in the next chapter?
Olly: You'll be drinking something *wink wink*
Draco: *Smacks over the head with coffee mug* PEREVERT!
Harry: So I don't get lemonade? *sniff*
Draco: YOU MADE HARRY CRY! *huggles Harry* You better get him lemonade NOW!
Olly: heh heh... well I gotta go make some lemonade.... REVEIW!