A/N: This is a *pretty* fluffy fic (but this is also me we're talking about...). Won't be too long and mostly no type of actual point. Just a fic about Draco and Harry, relationship drama and trying to find yourself. Post-war, main story will take place at age 28+
WARNING: Slash. Attack. Uh. Ye.
COMPLETELY A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own Harry Potter or the world, Draco'd be a sub if I did.
6 May 2001
The mud squished beneath the boots of the worker as he stomped through the muddy and grassless field, it had been raining for at least a week straight, and shook his soaked blonde hair to try and get it unplastered from his face.
"'Ey D, someone is looking for you," a man said passing by the opposite direction, "the boss man told me to tell you." He added and gave a nod as he traipsed pass a few flecks of mud splashed up and came into contact with the others face and neck.
The young male hurried on, flinching when a crash of thunder shook over the field. He looked behind him to see the remodeling of the bridge shake before stilling, "that's all it's gonna take, just one more big clash of thunder and this is all gonna come tumbling down." A worker grumbled to his friend as they passed in a run towards the makeshift shelter and coffee hut.
The door was flung open and he followed them inside, ducking into the warm hut looking over towards the boss' door, seeing it shut. He stopped and poured himself a cup of coffee, and after adding a spoon of sugar to it he reached out knocking on the door and peering in. Moreno, the boss, gave a nod and wave and he pulled the door open stepping into the dim lit room while taking a drink of the hot coffee.
"Hey D," Moreno started and nodded towards two men dressed in robes, "these guys are here to ask you some questions?"
"Draco Malfoy?" One said stepping forward, and Draco narrowed his eyes looking over the bright red hair with a quirked brow while he swallowed his hot drink.
As if this git doesn't know me. Draco gave a strained nod and tilted his head to look behind the Weasley, and almost fell over when he saw Harry Potter standing there, "yeah?"
"We have a few questions to ask you, got some place more quiet?"
Draco shook his head and looked towards his boss, Moreno stood up, "I'll let you guys have some privacy." He said and walked around the desk, leaving the room. Draco plopped down into the chair next to him, his muscles sagging tiredly as he sat and nursed his cup of coffee.
Once the door was closed Ron moved out of the way and leaned against the door, keeping the window blocked and Harry stepped forward. "What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Draco hissed in a venomous tone, his eyes narrowed as he looked between the two.
"You're a Death Eater," Harry said matter-of-factly, and stood so he towered over the sitting blonde.
"Kicked the habit," Draco answered shortly finishing his coffee and gave a shake of his shaggy and messy hair, it was drying in the overly hot room and sticking to his face.
"Wh-what?" Harry quirked a brow and without invitation or warning he grabbed Draco's left arm jerking the sleeve up and sure enough the mark was gone.
Draco jerked his arm away from Harry and reached out, his right hand punching Harry in the jaw, "don't fucking touch me," he roared and Harry came flying back at him his hands wrapped around Draco's throat.
"Eyy, Harry c'mon mate," Ron was saying about to step forward when Harry dropped his arms. Draco and Harry were glaring at each other, huffing soundlessly then Harry lifted his brow pulling his bright green eyes away from the dark gray ones and scanned Draco's face.
"Why are you dirty?" He finally said after a moment.
Draco fell back into the chair without much of an answer, "it's called work, ever heard of it?"
"What are they building?" Harry asked, ignoring the jab.
"A bridge, the last of the repairs from the war," Draco answered nonchalantly, "after this bridge we will have repaired everything in the muggle world." Harry blinked, Ron and him sharing a look, "so anything else?" Draco interrupted their silent conversation and ran his thumb along the dried mud flaking it off his face.
Harry gave a brief head shake and turned towards the door as Ron opened it, leaving Draco alone in the office his Auror robes billowing behind him. Draco pushed the sleeve of his flannel back down and gripped the wand he had hidden under his shirt casting a warming charm on himself before he left the office.
"Kicked the habit?" Ron asked as the two appeared in front of the Ministry. Ron was honestly disappointed about the fact, he was hoping they could have brought Draco in for questioning over the new forces on their radar. The Ministry couldn't figure out who or what was behind the new attacks around the Wizarding World, Harry's idea had been that maybe it was a new cult and Ron's idea had been it was Death Eaters making a comeback.
"Any luck with Malfoy?"
"No," Harry shook his head at his dear friend, Hermione, and leaned against the back of his desk.
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't have the mark, anymore. He's out." Harry said with a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair before dragging his hands down his face with a huff of a sigh. Hermione raised a brow in question and hummed at the idea, "he's part of a construction crew that is rebuilding the Muggle world."
"Draco Malfoy is?" Hermione whispered in disbelief, her mouth popping open.
Harry nodded, "he had mud on his face, Hermione.. Like, he's doing manual labor." Harry continued with a furrowed brow, "he was wearing a flannel button up and work boots. His hair is longer too, shaggy almost unkempt." Harry said the furrow of his brow never slackening.
Ron looked at Harry in question, "wait... Malfoy is your type?" He couldn't help but smirk at his best mate and laughed loudly when he watched Harry's cheeks flush.
"Ronald," Hermione scolded with a smile on her lips, Ron sniggered anyway ignoring his girlfriend as he headed out the door. "Harry you coming over for dinner?" She asked standing and slipping her robes on. Harry looked up and stood straight, glancing over at his desk. "C'mon, you haven't been over in a while please?"
"Ginny going?" Harry asked softly as he started picking up files.
"Well, yeah, it is her mother's house," Hermione said with a small frown, "no one blames you Harry things happen y'know?" Hermione zipped her jacket, "she'll move on and you'll move on, things will work out, honestly."
Harry chuckled at her, "maybe next time," he sat down at the desk, "when she doesn't hate me, for breaking her heart and stuff."
Hermione frowned, "alright, Harry, I'll see you Saturday evening." She kissed his forehead before heading towards the door to catch up with Ron. Harry looked down at the files, he had a few reports to file and wanted to finish that before the weekend started for him.
7 May 2001
Draco stared out at the bridge, smiling to himself as the others were jumping for joy.
"We did it D!" A man said, throwing his arms around Draco in a tight hug.
Draco gave a gruff grunt, before returning the hug, "we did it, man." The two stood with their arms around each other's shoulders looking out through the rain at the bridge together.
"It was a lot of work, man."
Draco chuckled, "it was, it was." Moreno came up, holding out two envelopes one for Draco and one for the other, "thanks, boss." Draco said pocketing the check in the back pocket of his jeans.
"We could use a permanent worker like you, D, whatcha think about that?" Moreno called with a head jerk towards the hut and Draco dropped his arm following as he thought it over, "take some time, we've been working nonstop for 2 years. We're gonna take some much needed time off, give me about a month, okay? Then tell me your answer."
Draco nodded, holding the door open to the hut for his boss, "alright, I can do that sir."
Moreno nodded, "which bar you going to tonight?"
Draco lifted a brow in question, "hm?"
"For the parties? I am sure the guys are going to one of the regulars?" Moreno started, "I think I'll head over to Paddy's first, you going to be there?"
Draco shrugged, "I'm not sure, sir, I'll think about it." He knew he wouldn't be going, he had other plans. Other things to do, someone to see.
Moreno shook his head with a laugh, "it's okay to be friends with us Drake, we've been working together for years."
"Yeah, yeah, it's not that." Draco answered in a hurried voice, cringing motionlessly at the way his boss called him Drake the only person in 2 years to call him anything other than D was his boss, "I just have things to take care of, I didn't realize there was plans of a party." He continued in the same hurried tone, "I'll try to make it for sure." Moreno seemed satisfied with that answer and stepped into his office, leaving Draco by the door as the others started trickling in from the rain and grabbing their coats. Draco snuck out the front door and closed his eyes apparating out of there and coming to a stop in front of 12 Grimmauld Place. He looked up at the door and took a slow breath before reaching out to knock on it.
He quickly gripped his wand and muttered a drying charm before he tucked the flannel button up into his jeans and adjusted the sweatshirt top he had on as well. His hair was mostly concealed under the dark blue stocking cap only his bangs sticking out and he shoved his hands into his pockets while he waited.
Finally the door was pulled open and a small house elf looked up at him, "yes?"
Harry? Potter? Harry Potter? Draco stared at the elf contemplating what to call the person he was there to see, then he cleared his throat, "uh.. Potter here?"
"Yes, Master Potter is here." The elf answered, Draco felt like he knew that gravelly voice but he couldn't remember his name. "Come in." He stepped back and let Draco into the front room, Draco looked around the cramped front room and decided to take a seat on the couch while he waited watching as the old elf walked up the stairs at an agonizingly slow pace.
He groaned and relaxed into the seat, he hadn't been inside of 12 Grimmauld Place in a long time, and even then the only time he had been here had been brief and years ago but he could tell it had been remodeled and looked much better than his memories. He heard feet on the stairs coming down fast and sat up pushing himself to his feet just as Harry came into view in the middle of the room.
He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing a pair of unbuttoned jeans. Draco glanced at his wrist watch, 11:56. He turned back to Harry with a lifted brow, "hey," he finally said as the other wasn't making any indication he was going to speak.
Harry cleared his throat, "hey." He voice was laced with sleep and he moved to sit in a chair, nodding towards the couch. Draco sat back down, crossing a leg over his knee, "what do yo-?"
Draco cut off his question, leaning forward, "why did you come see me yesterday?"
"Official Auror business," Harry answered his annoyance obvious as he glared at the other male, he woke me up for this? Draco seemed unconvinced or displeased, Harry couldn't figure out which, and stayed still in his seat. "You know I can't talk about active cases." Harry finally gave him an answer and a sigh, relaxing back into the chair and running a hand through the disaster of hair on top of his head that had been messed up from sleep.
"Active case... is it about me?" Draco continued his eyes glued to Harry's every movement watching him closely under a scrutinizing eye.
Harry bit his bottom lip and looked away from Draco his arm crossing over his bare chest. A chest Draco was quite shocked to see was very toned, and scared. "No, not anymore..." Harry finally answered and turned back to look at Draco.
"Anymore?" Draco coaxed, trying to remain calm but he knew it was a struggle and watched as the other tensed and started to go rigid. Draco couldn't be sure who would win a battle between the two of them anymore, but he had a feeling he might be finding out sooner rather than later. And, it would be worth it to Draco if that was the case. If his name was about to be drug through the mud for something he didn't do then he was going to make it a fight.
Harry's body tensed and Draco noticed he was reaching behind him and could only assume it was for his wand. "Look Potter, I don't want to fight. I just want to know if I need to be ready to defend myself. The moment a name like mine gets dragged up in the fucking Prophet for some accusations, is the moment I have to worry. I need to know if this is where it's headed because I've done nothing and I want to be prepared for this."
"If you've done nothing, you have nothing to prepare for." Harry spat and leaned forward, his wand in front of him now.
"You know what I mean," Draco sighed in exasperation, Harry sat unmoving his eyes locked with the others, Draco stood up with a groan, "whatever, fine. I'll figure it out." He moved towards the door jumping when the elf appeared in front of him with a loud pop.
"Don't leave!" It started, giving The Slytherin's legs a push, "breakfast is ready, right this way." The elf said cheerily and started pushing Draco down the hallway.
"Uh, I..." Draco trailed off when he heard Harry laugh from behind him, and glanced to see the other following after them his jeans buttoned now.
"It's okay," Harry lifted one shoulder and Draco pushed the door open before he was walked into it then slid into a chair at the small, four seater table while Harry sat across from him.
Before them was anything a heart could desire, Draco looked the food over and smiled softly. He couldn't remember the last time he had a hot meal and was honestly looking forward to diving right in. "Coffee, Mr. Malfoy?" Kreacher asked setting a mug of coffee in front of Harry. "Or tea, or juice, anything?"
"Tea would be alright," Draco gave a polite nod to the elf, who quickly made the cup and sat it in front of the other before taking a seat between the two. Draco mumbled a thank you and felt nervous as he glanced up at Harry who was eating a piece of bacon and piling eggs on his plate. He grabbed a spoonful of hash browns, before adding sausage and eggs as well and started eating in silence.
"Master Potter," the elf started, "what was it you were saying the other night about an open Saturday night?"
Harry turned to face the elf, his fork in his mouth as he seemed to study the other, "Kreacher, what was it you were saying about eating in the other room?" Harry started and Kreacher gave a chuckle at him, but stood and quickly left the room. Draco looked at Harry with a quirked brow chewing his mouthful of food silently, "he likes to try and set me up with dates." Harry explained before taking another bite.
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and picked up his cup of tea, taking a sip. "Dates?" He asked, "oh, like me and you?"
Harry nodded as he chewed and reached out for the newspaper, scanning over it while eating in silence. Draco was shocked, he couldn't quite believe Harry just came out to him. He couldn't quite believe any of this was happening actually, his eyes scanned the other as he read and ate watching the way the Gryffindor's eyes scrunched up and rolled as passages and lines seemed to bother him. Draco finished his tea shortly after his plate of food and Harry finally sat the paper down with a laugh, "looks like I owe Ron a few Galleons." He passed the paper towards Draco to show him the score of last night's quidditch game.
"You gamble Potter?" Draco asked, checking the score as if he was interested. It had been almost three years since he had even thought about quidditch.
"I wouldn't really call that gambling, I mean?" Harry shrugged and pushed his plate away before fixing Draco with a serious look. "There is a group of people terrorizing the Wizarding World again, I theorized it was a new cult so to speak and Ron theorized it was old Death Eaters making a comeback of some sort."
"Aren't most of them locked up?" Draco asked after taking a second to contemplate the words.
"Yeah practically them all, but that's Ron for ya." Harry laughed quietly and took a drink of his coffee.
"So you didn't think I was a bad guy, Potter?" Draco asked with a chuckle and watched as Harry smirked.
"I've never thought you were a bad guy, Draco." Harry said and Draco could tell he was speaking honestly. He almost sputtered at his given name being used with the other and looked down at the table for a moment. We are adults after all, I guess we could act like them, Draco thought with a shrug.
"I uh," Draco started and sat up straight looking Harry in the face, "so you don't have plans tonight?"
Harry lifted a brow, his green eyes bright with curiosity, "no, I don't have any plans tonight."
"Would you like plans?" Draco asked trying to remain confident his eyes looked away after a moment.
"Are you asking me out, Draco?"
"I mean if you don't have plans, I happen to have this bar party with the crew - we finished today." Draco started, speaking quickly, "I mean I would uh, ya know like.. to save your boredom or whatever, if you wanted to come?"
"Do you always get so nervous when you ask guys out?" Harry said with a teasing tone, leaning against the table lazily.
Draco watched him, his eyes lingering on the smirk and he felt like he was tooled with and that blasted elf was going to come popping in yelling, "gotcha!" Draco closed his eyes after a minute and started to stand, "it's fine, I'm uh, yeah I'm gonna show myself out actually, thank you for breakfast Potter."
"What time are you picking me up?" Harry asked the retreating blonde. Draco faltered and turned to look at him with wide eyes, "I can meet you there, or you can pick me up what works for you?"
"Uh, I'll be here at 7."
"Don't be late, Draco, I don't like waiting."
"I'll be on time," Draco answered and turned quickly all but running to the door.
"What did you just say to me?" Hermione asked with a shocked expression, her and Ron had come by to get Harry and go out for the night one of their coworkers was having a birthday party.
Harry was standing in the middle of the sitting room, pulling a dark grey v-neck over his head and watched Hermione glaring at the elf in shock. Kreacher was holding a pair of socks in his hand with a happy smile on his face, "Master Potter is going on a date with Mr. Malfoy." The elf repeated just as happy as the first time, "I am so excited for them," he continued as Harry took the socks from him and busied himself with leaving the room.
Harry sat on the stool in front of the piano, slipping the black socks on and stood looking at his two shocked friends, "well, would you shag me?" He asked with a smirk and a laugh running his hand over the shirt.
"I honestly think that shirt is a bit too tight," Ron chuckled, not near as shocked as Hermione it seemed, "when did you get so buff, 'Arry?"
"I don't think you noticed because we are always in our robes," Harry shrugged and ran a hand through his dark, shaggy hair and looked up at the clock when he heard a knock, it was 6:50.
"Wipe the look of death of yer face, Hermione, here he comes," Ron hissed, picking up his mug of tea and taking a sip. Hermione shook her head a moment and stuffed a biscuit in her mouth as Draco was shown into the room.
Draco walked in, in a fresh pair of dark blue jeans with a red and gray flannel shirt tucked in then he stopped, staring at the other two, "hey mate," Ron offered casually not quite sure what to say really.
Harry turned to look at Draco a small smile on his lips, "they're just leaving, they came over to ask me to join them at a party."
"If you would rather," Draco spoke up suddenly and Harry watched as he ran his hand through his whimsical looking mess of hair.
Harry came to his feet, stepping a bit too close to Draco, "tryin' to get rid of me already, Malfoy?"
Draco stepped back shaking his head, his nervousness was obvious, "whenever you're ready."
"Well, come on you two," Harry turned around to look at Hermione and Ron, "I have a date to get to and you two are making it impossible." Hermione lurched forward to her feet, knocking into the coffee table and Ron stood walking behind her.
"Well hey if you two decide to leave the bar early swing by the party?"
Harry looked over towards Draco, then back to Ron, "yeah, we'll see." Ron gave a nod then grabbed Hermione's hand and the two were gone before Harry closed the door and locked it. Draco and Harry looked at each other then, the Gryffindor reached his hand out, "we can apparate there, right?" He asked as Draco stared at his hand, then the blonde gave a small nod and gripped Harry's hand letting go as soon as they appeared on a side street.
"Right up here," Draco nodded, leading the way.
Harry fell into step next to Draco, looking around the street at the nightlife that was growing. "Do they know yo-...?"
"Uh, I'm not. I don't know." Draco answered quickly before letting Harry finish the full question then he stopped at a bar called Paddy's and pulled the door open letting Harry in first. The crowd wasn't too busy yet and Draco followed Harry's lead towards a standing table.
"This is a nice place," Harry suggested not sure if he should address Draco's abrupt dismissal of sexuality and looked around as he leaned against the tabletop spotting a waitress coming towards them.
"What can I get you two?" She smiled and laid two coasters on the table top.
"I'll take a pint of your... oh I don't care whatever lager you have on tap." Harry smiled and Draco watched him wink at the waitress before she turned to Draco.
"The same is fine," Draco shrugged nervously and watched as she hurried off.
"So all the building is done?" Harry asked looking at a few of the patrons that were talking loudly.
"We just had the bridge left and we finished it this morning, right before I came over actually." Draco answered and started to reach into his pocket for money when he saw Harry handing her a note.
"Keep the change," Harry threw in another smile before taking a drink and looking back at Draco, as if expecting him to continue.
Draco blinked, "uh.. Right, so everything is finished."
Harry nodded and pulled up the stool, taking a seat, "whatcha going to do now?"
Draco shrugged standing straight, "I'm not sure, they offered me a spot with the crew."
"You've been with them for 2 years and they just now offered you a spot?" Harry asked in disbelief.
Draco chuckled, "they've offered before, Moreno gave me a month to answer," he explained, feeling slightly uncomfortable when he felt Harry's eyes on his body the way they were, "he's giving everyone a month off."
"That's generous." Harry started and stopped suddenly giving a head jerk towards the door, Draco looked over his shoulder to see a few of his crew walking in, "they're staring at you, must be part of the crew?"
Draco nodded for his answer, and before he could speak a few of the guys came over pulling up stools and chairs, "hey D!"
"Hey guys," Draco said turning to greet them.
"This bloke bothering you?" Another asked, his eyes tight as he looked Harry over.
"No, no," Draco started and picked up his icy mug, "we were having a drink, we are just talking."
A few more piled into the stools, all ordering drinks and talking about the bridge. Draco was watching nervously as Harry turned his attention to the group. He couldn't believe how much Harry Potter had changed, not just the way he looked but his whole self. He was such a different person. And, Draco couldn't tell if it was a mask or if it was real.
"Hey Drake, you made it!" A voice said from behind them and Draco turned quickly to see his boss slipping an arm over his shoulders, Harry looked away from the guy telling the story for one second to look at them then he looked back quickly, taking a big drink and nodding as if to say he was listening to whatever story the other guy was telling.
"Yeah, I made it," Draco said standing back a bit, Moreno pressed right against him, "I'm gonna go order us all some fish and chips," Draco added after a second and felt a few guys passing him some notes.
Moreno dropped his arm but turned and joined Draco as he walked up to the bar, to place the order. "How many orders you reckon?" Moreno was asking as he looked at the crew of 15 people and a few of their friends.
"6 or 7, I'd say." Draco lifted a shoulder and leaned over the bar to order over the growing noise, he felt the breast of his shirt brush against something wet on the bar and groaned as he pulled back, "I'll be back over in a second, I'm gonna hit the head." Draco told a disappointed looking Moreno and weaved through the crowd to the bathroom stepping in and locking the door behind him. He grimaced as he looked at himself in the mirror seeing the wet spot, he pulled out his wand and quickly dried the spot before looking at himself in the mirror properly. He looked like a wreck.
Why am I so nervous? It's just Harry fuckin' Potter out there, he scolded himself with hard eyes, and Moreno. His mind added and Draco closed his eyes shaking his head, you're gonna mess this up if you don't get out there and enjoy your time with him. He thought opening his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "I can do this."
When he got back up to the table he could see Harry talking and avoided the seat left open for him by Moreno pretending he didn't see and wedged in next to Harry to hear part of a story he was telling, "..I'm going to give it to ya. What would you like? And Paddy's like, "Aw gee Mary, that's a very sweet offer. Now, in fifty years, there's one thing that's been missing. And uh... I would like you to give me a blow job. I would like that.""
Draco looked at Harry in question, the other guys chuckled and Harry continued, "And Mary's like, "All right." She takes her teeth out, puts them in the glass and she gives him a blow job." Harry paused and picked up his beer taking a drink, "and afterwards, Paddy's like, "Ah, gee, now that's what I've been missin'. That was the most beautiful, Earth-shatterin' thing ever. Beautiful Mary, I love ya'! Is there anything that I can do for you?"" Harry looked over at Draco his lips pressed to the glass about to take a drink, "and Mary looks up at him and she goes," Harry took a small drink almost impossible to catch as he turned back to the table, "give us a kiss!" He said the beer spilling out of his mouth and on the table as the others fell into hysterics.
Draco chuckled quietly watching the others laughing loudly as Harry quickly wiped the table off the waitress standing there with a teasing smirk, "making a mess are we?"
Harry smiled, "I'm cleaning it," he laughed and gave a wave of his hand, she continued passing out the baskets of fish and chips and quickly came back with two more pitchers.
"How do you and D know each other," a friend of Draco's asked after a second stuffing a piece of fish in his mouth taking a bite.
"We went to school together," Harry wiggled his eyebrows playfully glancing over to Draco.
Moreno seemed to quirk up at that, "to school together, how'd you end up as a police officer and him as a construction worker?"
Harry shrugged pouring himself another glass, "everyone does something different."
"We offered him a permanent job with the crew, but Drake always refuses," Moreno continued looking at Harry as he spoke.
Harry quirked a smile and sat back on his stool, "I saw the bridge the other day, that was impressive work." Harry moved on, "how long did that take?"
"About 6 months," Moreno answered before anyone else could. Harry nodded and took a drink, happy for the subject change as he looked away from the boss when another one of the guys started reminiscing over something new.
The time passed slowly and Draco was keeping a close eye on the clock and an eye on the number of pints Harry had drank. He just finished pint 7, keeping up with the others and was leaning drunkenly against the table top. Draco could tell he was irritated and wasn't sure why he cared so much, or why it even mattered to him.
It was just one date, with a guy he had hated for 6 years that randomly showed up in his life again and.. seemed different. Why did it matter? He'd just take him home, get him inside and then leave. Never having to bother with Harry Potter again, why did it matter he was upset and irritated? It didn't.
Draco glanced at the clock it was 10:30 and a few of the guys were already calling it quits, so Draco took that as a sign that it was okay to call it quits too, "'ey Potter, you ready to go?"
"You want to go, Malfoy?" Harry asked his words slurred slightly, "what time is it?"
"About 10:30," Draco answered and felt the eyes of Moreno on him from behind.
"We can run by and see Hermione and Ron?" Harry asked, leaning forward slightly his eyes squinted.
"I don't think they'll like the fact that you're pissed, but sure. I can drop you off."
"Drop me off?"
"Yeah, drop you off... I don't want to go."
Harry blinked, "I can get myself there."
"You'll get spliced, c'mon mate," Draco heaved out catching Harry as he stumbled, "let me take you home?"
Harry opened his mouth to talk but it was cut off by a voice behind them, "you okay Drake?"
Draco groaned internally watching the anger flare up in Harry's eyes, "yeah, we're good Moreno, just gonna head out." Harry finally got to his feet and Draco slipped his arm around the other not realizing just how heavy he was. Must be all that muscle. Draco thought with a grunt, helping him walk and fielding good byes. When he stepped out he groaned this time externally when Moreno was next to him, "you be okay getting him back to his place?"
"Yeah, I got it." Draco shuffled forward.
"You coming back afterwards Drake?" Moreno asked stepping forward.
"No, I don't think so. I'm pretty beat, I think I want to sleep." Draco shrugged and Harry's grip on his shirt collar tightened as he righted himself, "alright, well I will think over the offer Moreno and let you know?" Draco hurried to shuffle Harry down the sidewalk and when they turned down the abandoned street Draco finally stopped walking and let Harry go slightly as the other righted himself, "you good, Potter?"
Harry gave a grumble, "I want to go to Hermione and Ron," he said for an answer.
"Alright," Draco nodded and closed his eyes clearing his mind and thinking of the two then he reached out taking Harry's hand and they appeared just outside of The Three Broomsticks. Draco hooked an arm around Harry to catch him then pulled the door open and helped him inside.
"Harry!" They were greeted with the moment they walked in and Draco was thoroughly shocked to see that none of the others seemed to mind him being there. Ron came forward helping Draco walk Harry to a seat at their table.
"He drank himself stupid," Draco said with a heavy breath trying to catch his own, "he weighs so much," he huffed and leaned against the back of the chair a moment. "But, anyway he wanted to come here instead of home."
"You going to stay for a drink, mate?" Ron asked looking at Draco.
"Me? Oh, no." Draco shook his head, "uh, you all have a good night."
"What the fuck happened, mate?" Ron demanded from Harry, Harry groaned nursing his cup of coffee as an answer.
"Here I got a hangover cure," Hermione handed the small vial to Harry who uncorked it and drank it down quickly. Feeling the headache he had dissipating, "now what happened, Harry?"
"He only brought me to show up his boss, it seems," Harry muttered after taking a hot drink of coffee, "his boss was hitting on him and I don't know I was only there to either show 'em off or make him seem unavailable."
"Wait, you're saying Malfoy told all those muggles he was... Gay?" Ron asked in disbelief and scoffed when Harry nodded, "like hell, you're just an over sensitive prat Harry." Ron continued sitting back in his chair, "over there acting like Draco Malfoy would willing tell anyone anything about his personal life."
"He's right," Hermione agreed, "I think you're wrong, Harry. And I think you acted like an ass and messed it all up."
"I didn't mess anything up, I was there to one up the boss, I know it."
"I doubt it," Ron shook his head, "I don't even like the git, but I mean c'mon Harry... You have been known for overreacting to things, misreading things and acting like an ass."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, "I bet he was nervous Harry, you're not exactly who you used to be ya know? I am sure it was intimidating to him so he was nervous and quiet and how can he help that someone has a crush on him?"
Harry sputtered on his coffee, "well, well... he's changed too!"
"Of course he's changed, we all have. We're 20, we're not really children anymore!" Hermione practically yelled at her friend.
Harry grumbled and crossed his arms against his chest, "well, piss on him."
19 September 2004
"Draco?"
Draco turned around to see Hermione Granger standing before him, "hey Gr- Hermione?"
"How have you been?" She gushed and reached out to wrap her arms around him in a hug.
"Well," Draco nodded returning the hug, a bit taken aback she had even given him one.
Hermione reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, "I was headed out to mail these but since you're here," She started, "Ron and I are getting married!"
"Married?" Draco asked with a wide smile, "that's amazing, I am so happy for you."
"We would really, honestly, appreciate it if you would come." Hermione continued, then she looked at him properly seeing him holding a brown bag of herbs. "I had heard you were getting back into apothecary, it suites you."
Draco gave a small nod, and put the invitation in his jacket pocket, "thanks for the invitation, Hermione, I'll check the dates." He said honestly, giving her a smile.
"I'll leave you to it, then." She chuckled and stepped around him heading out of the way.
27 January 2005
Draco walked up the path that lead to The Burrow, stepping around the house and following the lighted path around the back. He found it almost gated with two people, for seating, both he didn't know he reached for his invitation passing it to them, "are you here for the bride or the groom?"
"Both," Draco answered, "I can sit wherever is best," he added after a shared look and took his invitation back, putting it in the breast pocket of his black tuxedo jacket. He stood with a tall back as he was walked to a middle aisle and moved down to take his seat at the far end. He sat quietly, listening to tidbits of conversation barely moving a muscle and just as the glaring sun was set and the dusk fell over the grounds he could hear music playing, he looked up to see Ron standing proudly at the end of the altar and turned to look at the back to see Hermione standing in an elegant white dress, walking in time with the music.
She looked beautiful, he could see tears streaming down her cheeks as she walked and smiled to himself turning to follow her with his eyes as she stood before Ron. The ceremony was beautiful and quicker than he had imagined it would be, and when they turned around to be introduced he stood up clapping for them.
Soon the area was cleared and everyone was ushered under the huge tent where tables and places of food were set up along with a dance floor. Draco had only spotted Harry as he stood next to Ron during the ceremony and didn't want to be spotted by him in return, he hurried towards the couple before the food was served, wrapping his arms around Hermione and shaking Ron's hand to congratulate them.
"Have you seen Harry?" Hermione asked after a second, not letting Draco's hand go as she stood next to him clutching it.
"No, I haven't," Draco shook his head, "I just wanted to come by and congratulate you two," he explained quietly. Hermione's hand slackened and Draco pulled himself from her grasp.
"Thanks for coming, mate." Ron added with a smile, "make sure to grab yourself some food before you head out. We understand you are busy, we just appreciate you being here."
Draco gave another smile and stepped back as they got swept up into another conversation, Draco headed over to the gift table and took out his card, sitting it on the table before taking a side step through the tables to exit the tent coming to a halt when a set of hands gripped his shoulders.
"Leaving without a dance?"
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat, "I'm not very good at dancing."
"I find that hard to believe, you're Draco Malfoy after all."
"No, honest, I'm absolute trash you wouldn't want to dance with me," Draco shrugged, knowing full well he was lying, he didn't move until the hands on his shoulders turned him around.
"They got an open bar for two hours, let me buy you a drink?" Harry asked with a smirk on his lips. Draco swallowed hard and without answering he was being lead to the bar by his hand and shown to a seat. "You didn't even call," Harry smirked, looking at the blonde, "you look good though, so I forgive you." And, Draco did. He was wearing a silky silver button up under the black tux, with a dark green bow tie and his hair was shorter than the last time Harry had seen him, styled to the side.
"Thank you," Draco reached for the drink Harry had ordered him, not even sure what it was.
Harry sipped his drink watching with a smile as Draco slammed his down, "Hermione said I make you nervous, do I?"
"A bit," Draco shrugged avoiding the other's face.
"I need to apologize to you, I was a dick."
Draco bit his bottom lip nervously, "it's ok we're past it."
"I'm not," Harry answered and Draco looked at him sideways, "dance with me?"
"I uh," Draco cleared his throat, and stood when Harry pulled him before grabbing Harry's drink finishing it in one go, "waste not, want not," Harry laughed quietly leading the two out to the floor. Draco didn't drink much and he wasn't sure what was in those drinks he had but it was enough to make him feel tipsy after just the two.
Harry took Draco's hand in his own and pressed his hand against the other's back falling in time with the music while Draco was pressed against him. Much too close, but Draco was much too nervous to care at this point. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing as Harry spun them around the dance floor and was honestly surprised to find that Harry could dance, and had no trouble falling into the rhythm that Harry was leading with.
"I thought you were absolute trash Draco?" Harry teased, his lips against Draco's ear.
"I am, Potter," Draco answered a quiver in his voice.
Harry's grip tightened, "I want you," he whispered, "right now." Draco's face flushed, and he could feel his body growing warm and knew for sure Harry felt that from how close the two were with each other. "I've been dreaming about you for far too long," Harry continued whispering as he spun the two of them around, "do you want me, Draco?"
Draco licked his lips, humming his response. When the song stopped Harry stopped too dropping his arms and clapping at the band, Draco standing with a pink flushed face clapped slowly. I have to get out of here, he told himself and glanced around edging away from Harry.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked turning towards him.
Draco nodded towards a set of buildings, "bathroom," he forced a small smile.
Harry returned the smile, "I'll be over at the bar."
Draco hurried towards the bathroom and stepped around one, sneaking out the way he came in and apparating home.
28 January 2005
Harry looked up at the quaint house, this doesn't seem very Malfoy like. He mused as he walked up the path and reached out knocking on the door. He heard hurried footsteps on the other side and put on a smile as the door was flung open and he came face to face with a very shocked Draco Malfoy. "You're one hard person to track down." Harry said by way of greeting and then reached forward holding out a set of flowers in his hands, "I brought flowers."
Draco moved back when Harry stepped in without invitation, "thanks?" Draco took the flowers as Harry stepped in taking his jacket off and laying it on the banister of the stairs followed by his scarf.
"I didn't realize you had moved," Harry said, and followed Draco into the house. Draco stepped into the kitchen flipping the lights on and sat the flowers on the counter as he reached into a cabinet without a word, "then I found that guy, Moreno, told me the only place he knew you were from in the muggle world. Which obviously wasn't any help, so then I went to the Ministry and had to sweet talk the receptionist of housing affairs to give me some type of direction." Harry continued, watching Draco put water into the vase and then two ice cubes.
Draco looked up at Harry, as he picked up the flowers, "which I don't know if you know this or not Draco Malfoy, but this is not the address that you have officially listed." Harry smiled and Draco reached into a drawer pulling out a knife after unwrapping the flowers, he laid them in a line on the parchment.
"I am aware," Draco nodded looking down at the flowers cutting the stems, at an angle, then he gathered them and put them into the water.
Harry lifted a brow, "that's illegal, I could take you in for that."
Draco gathered the cut stems and the parchment throwing them into the bin, before laying the knife in the sink, "are you going to?"
Harry shrugged, "I haven't decided yet, how fond are you of wearing cuffs?"
Draco felt his face flush as he realized they were no longer talking about 'safe for work' topics, "was there anything I could help you with in particular?" Draco asked, changing topic. Why does he make me so damn nervous?
"Well, don't you want to hear how I found you?" Harry asked, seemingly hurt that Draco was just going to brush him away.
"Fine, go ahead."
Harry pouted, "never mind," Draco rolled his eyes, "I just came by to talk to you since ya know you left me last night... at a bar, waiting for you," Harry answered the question and watched as Draco's face flushed again and he hid behind the counter that was separating them.
"Why do you keep doing this to me, Potter?"
"I like you, Malfoy," Harry shrugged and leaned on the bar top, Draco's face couldn't get any pinker than it was now and Harry thought it was adorable. He smiled at the man with a chuckle, "don't you like me?"
Draco lifted a single shoulder avoiding the other's face, "look I just want to take you out for a date, just one. We can go do anything you'd like, for however long you'd like and if at the end of the date you don't like me or like it or anything I'll leave you alone and you won't have to worry about it okay?" Draco bit his bottom lip and Harry moved from around the bar to stand in front of the blonde. The two stared at each other for a long time the silence growing and then Harry spoke, "I want to bite that lip, Draco."
Draco gasped and Harry leaned forward his teeth sinking into the bottom lip playfully as he drug it towards himself and suckled on it before his lips covered Draco's in a deep kiss. Draco pressed against Harry, and Harry pulled him forward keeping him tight against himself his lips softening over Draco's and moving as if he was stealing the life from the other. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth quietly and Harry took that time to slip his tongue into the other's mouth tasting him.
The Slytherin finally pulled back, his eyes closed and his breathing hard as Harry's hand pressed against his chest and moved under his shirt feeling the other's body freely. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco's neck giving his neck a playful nibble, feeling the other practically shake from the touch. Draco was convinced if Harry hadn't been holding him he surely would have fallen over from the pure lust that was coursing through his body. Harry's hands trailed down his body and gripped the other's hips, pressing him against the counter roughly.
Then he picked him up and sat him on the countertop before gripping the button of the jeans between his fingers and ripping them open grabbing them in his fist and thrusting them down his hips. Draco blushed at the suddenness and moved uncertainly as Harry pulled him forward slightly, "commando?" Harry whispered in a husky voice, "I approve." He smiled and before Draco could respond Harry bent and wrapped his mouth around the other pushing the semi-hard cock into his mouth.
"Oh shit," Draco shuddered, flushing red as his hands came down and knotted through Harry's hair. Harry sucked Draco deep into his mouth, as if he was holding him hostage and only pulled him all the out when the grip Draco had on his hair became too tight for comfort, Harry pulled back and reached up taking the hands by the wrist and pushing them down on counter, as his tongue slipped over the head of the cock tasting his precum.
"Mmm," Harry hummed and pulled back, to look Draco in the face. "Is that a yes to the date?" Draco's eyes widened and he squirmed as he nodded his head quickly, "you're not going to leave me are you, waiting for you all over again?" Draco shook his head no, swallowing roughly. "It's twice now that I've been waiting for you, ya know?" Harry mused, his breath hot against the wet and sensitive member of the other and it twitched slightly. Draco looked away with a strangled groan, "this is what it feels like almost, ya know. The frustration, the buildup and..." Harry loosened his grip on Draco's arms and stepped back leaning against the counter directly behind him with his arms crossed as he stared at the blonde, "and then the letdown."
Draco's face was strained, his body shivering and he reached a hand out towards Harry that seemed to go unnoticed as Harry looked at him through hard eyes. So, Harry Potter could hold grudges? "I get it," Draco finally breathed out, "I'm sorry."
"You mean that?" Harry asked and his tongue slipped out across his lips as he looked at the other. Draco nodded, his eyes focused on the others mouth then a finger came into view and it pointed at its owner's mouth, "this is what you want?" Draco nodded again, "going to come and take it?" Draco flushed again, his hand dropping as the other growled the question at him. He quirked a brow focusing on Harry's face now. Take it? Wasn't it beyond obvious Harry preferred controlling all of this? And, more importantly wasn't it beyond obvious Draco didn't?
He gave a pleading and strained look at the raven haired male, nibbling on his bottom lip. "U-uh," he finally spoke not much of a sentence and looked down reaching for his jeans as he hopped down from the counter pulling them up his legs.
Two fingers wrapped around Draco's arm stopping him and Draco looked up feeling humiliated and hurt, he wouldn't be going to the date tonight or ever. He would run as far away as he had to, if he had to. "I'm sorry," Harry whispered, looking down at the blond, "I meant, just ask," he whispered and before Draco could say anything else Harry picked him up, slipping his arms under the other's legs and holding him bridal style against his chest.
Draco hid his red and flushed face against Harry's neck refusing to look at the man and then he felt them moving and peeked behind Harry to see them leaving the kitchen, walking past the living room and then the stairs. They were headed up the stairs, Draco stayed still and quiet as he was carried and felt a door open to their right before Harry backed up and opened the second walking in. He laid Draco on the bed, quickly following him and straddled the other.
Draco looked up at Harry nervously and the Gryffindor pressed up against him, his mouth covering the blondes in a rough kiss. "I've been dreaming about this, Draco," Harry gasped out once he pulled back and wrapped his fingers around Draco's length.
"H-how long?" Draco mumbled through his blush, wanting to know.
Harry chuckled and smirked down at the male beneath him as his strokes became more urgent, he could feel the other shaking and wanted to watch him have his climax. "Years," Harry whispered and Draco closed his eyes his head tilting back, "years upon years, ever since I was a boy." He continued slowing his strokes to match his words, "I imagined what this would feel like, how you would look, what you would say, how you would beg me..." He trailed off and Draco's mouth opened in a semi-smile his lips parted as he breathed out roughly.
"Beg you?" Draco asked through his smile, his voice airy his hips lifting off the bed as if begging Harry right then and there for more.
"Say it." Harry whispered, his lips kissing Draco's chin, "say it out loud."
"Faster?" Draco muttered his face blushing as he did, his nerves growing once again and Harry did as asked of him.
"Are you close Draco?"
"Yes."
Harry's fingers tightened slightly, his hand schlicking up and down the other's length using the precum as lube and Draco let out a low groan shuddering, "cum Draco," Harry demanded nibbling on his chin, pulling back when Draco bucked his hips up against Harry's hand and he felt the other's climax. Harry watched Draco's face, the flush moved away as absolute happiness replaced it, he licked his bottom lip, biting it roughly to keep the moan back and his eyes opened in an unfocused way. Harry continued stroking the length, riding him out until Draco's hand came out of nowhere and gripped Harry's wrist as if asking him to stop, his eyes focused and he shuddered looking at Harry fully.
"Say it, out loud," Harry smirked at the other man his eyes dark and playful.
Draco's flush was back and he opened his mouth, "pl-please stop." He whispered and Harry did, he released the cock and grabbed his wand with his other hand, mumbling a quick cleaning charm. Draco laid back against the bed sagging back with his eyes closed working on catching his breath.
Harry had to admit he admired the way Draco didn't try to get him off, or apologize for it being so one sided. Draco just laid back, his pants around his ankles and his arms above his head panting. Harry stayed propped up on his side and looked down at the other, watching him and finally Draco looked at Harry, blinking slowly.
He seemed uncertain, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to become certain. Harry watched his hand sliding down his chest, his fingers slipping across the shirt he wore slowly and he stared at Harry closely. "What?" Harry finally asked lifting a brow.
"I've never seen you smile," Draco admitted, "it looks nice on you, Potter."
"How long do you insist on calling me Potter?" Harry asked, resting his chin in his hand as he watched the other. He had been prepared for cuddles, it was what he was used to but Draco didn't seem very interested in that at all.
Draco lifted a shoulder and kicked his jeans all the way off, turning on his side to face Harry. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Draco asked and Harry watched a wave of nerves run over the beautiful alabaster face, "did I do something wrong?"
"No," Harry shook his head, "why would you think you did something wrong?"
"You're looking at me.. Expectantly." Draco mumbled and Harry blinked, raising a brow.
Harry's laugh was short and the other blushed bright red again, "I don't expect anything," he whispered and leaned forward to give Draco's nose a kiss, "except, dinner tonight Malfoy. And please, don't make hunt you down again," Draco watched Harry sit up and then stand, glancing at his wrist watch, "I'll be back in a few hours, I have to make an appearance at work."
"Work?" Draco asked raising his head as he laid back on his back and watched Harry's eyes as they scanned his body.
"As much as I would love to stay with you, and do this all day. I have a job I have been avoiding all morning trying to hunt you down." Harry chuckled, and with a turn he left Draco lying on the bed and walked out of the room.
Once Draco heard the door close he laid flat on his back with a small smile, a tiny bit of worry creeping up inside of him. I'm going to end up falling for him and he's going to hurt me, Draco thought, the smile falling from his lips and he covered his eyes with his arm. I'm not the type of guy that should get caught up in Harry Potter, he's going to eat me alive. Draco's tears fell down his cheeks in streams and they didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.
Harry knocked on Draco's front door for the 3rd time, sighing when he heard nothing on the other side. He sat down on the front step frowning as he closed his eyes and leaned against the door frame, his head leaning against the door with a deep sigh. I shouldn't have left this afternoon, I should have stayed.
Harry's frown deepened as the sun started setting and then he heard it, it was a scream. It was muffled but still loud enough to make Harry jump. "Oh fuck!"
Harry jumped up looking around the house, his wand in hand, and the opening of the door startled him more than seeing the naked and freshly woke Draco Malfoy.
"You're here," Draco gasped and then looked down as if realizing he was naked and glanced back out at the street before stepping back inside, "come in."
Harry laughed quietly, shaking his head as he stepped in closing the door behind him while pocketing his wand and looking over Draco, "what's the matter Draco?"
Draco gave a sheepish look, and ran a hand through his messy and bedhead hair. "I fell asleep after my shower," Draco said, "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, I know how much you hate that."
"Well, you're here now and ya know," Harry smirked winking, "I did wear you out before I left, didn't I?"
Draco blushed and stepped back onto the stairs, "lemme try to get my hair to cooperate and get dressed." Harry gave a nod and moved towards the sitting room as Draco ran up the stairs, Draco changed quickly pulling on a pair of pants and jerking a button up from his closet slipping it on as he hurried to the bathroom. He ducked his head under the faucet to wet his hair and grabbed a towel drying it quickly while buttoning the shirt up and tucking it in.
After quickly running gel through his hair he ran down the stairs, smiling as he found Harry looking at him from a chair. Draco came to a stop and walked into the front room, "uh, right."
"Right?" Harry asked pushing to his feet.
"Right." Draco whispered again before blushing, "I mean, whenever you're ready?"
Harry laughed and moved over to Draco, cupping his cheek, "hey, calm down. It's fine." He whispered and reached forward putting a kiss on his forehead. "Take a deep breath, relax," he instructed and stepped back to look Draco in the face, "there we go.. I'm going to step right outside this door and we're going to restart."
And, Harry did just that. He stepped out the door and walked down the walkway. Draco watched him through the window, standing on his tiptoes when he kept walking. The blond frowned deeply and stepped back from the door to grab his shoes, he heard a knock on the door after standing when he slipped them on and looked up.
Harry smiled as Draco pulled it open, "hey Draco, you ready for our date?"
Draco blushed softly nodded his head and stepped out of the house, "I'm ready Potter."
Harry chuckled and without a moment's notice he took Draco's hand and the two appeared in a side alley of a busy street, Draco loosened his hold on the others hand but Harry's grip held steady. "C'mon, Draco. I got reservations at a restaurant I used to go to with my Uncle, Aunt and Cousin on the good days," he explained pulling the other close to him, "I want you to share the experience with me."
6 June 2005
Draco rolled over in the bed his body now lying on something lumpy and he woke up immediately jumping out of bed staring at Harry, "it's too early." He heard the other mutter and watched as Harry wrapped himself up in the blanket, rolling away.
Draco looked the other over closely then himself, both were dressed... maybe nothing happened.
He left the room and the sleeping male heading down stairs because the smell of food cooking was making him curious. "Ey! Morning Malfoy!" Ron greeted him cheerily from the kitchen bar, and Draco furrowed his brow reaching out to turn the lights off to the walkway he was standing in.
"Someone is a bit hungover," Hermione called and waved a vial before sitting it on the counter, "I am making breakfast, Draco." She smiled and turned back to the stove, he grabbed the potion drank it and crawled into the seat next to Ron at the bar.
"What uh, what happened last night?" Draco asked timidly, waving his wand at the coffee pot. He couldn't remember anything past dessert at the restaurant. "Pansy, Blaise?" He asked leaning back to see his two oldest friends from school laying in his living room cuddled together on a transfigured bed.
"Not a lot happened, mate, mostly just too much to drink and a lot of fun," Ron explained, Draco picked up the mug of coffee and took a drink before laying against the counter top tiredly, "how about you and 'Arry?" Ron asked with a playful eyebrow wiggle.
Draco shook his head, "I don't remember, but I woke up clothed and he woke up clothed."
"Why uh, why haven't you two.. Ya know?" Ron asked openly studying the blonde closely.
"Ron!" Hermione chided, "it's hardly any of your business."
"Wait, does Potter talk about that stuff with you two?"
"Of course he does, we're his best mates." Ron spoke proudly, giving a smile and nod.
Draco bit his lip and looked down into his coffee, "oh, right."
Hermione shot Ron a glare and moved over towards Draco, "he doesn't say much Draco, mostly he just wishes you would call him Harry instead of Potter and that he.. Well that's about all."
Draco looked at her, unconvinced, "and that he... What?"
"Just that you're uh.. Ya know." Hermione flushed her mouth falling open and she quickly turned walking back to the stove.
"What?" Draco demanded and looked towards Ron, stopping when he saw a very interested Harry Potter leaning against the door frame. The Slytherin took a deep breath, then he looked at Harry head on, "well, what?"
Harry shrugged, "if I had known you cared what I thought about you so much, Draco, I'd have gotten you that for your birthday instead." Draco stared at Harry as he walked towards him. The Gryffindor's arms circling around his shoulders and he buried his nose into the crook of his neck, "either way, Draco, you're a prude. That's all I say."
Ron grunted uncomfortably and Draco sputtered his hand gripping his coffee cup tightly, "piss off Potter," Draco snapped and pulled away from his warm hold, "that's why I call you Potter, because you're a right prat." He snapped and pushed passed Harry heading out of the room.
"I know baby," Harry called after him and Draco could hear the smirk in his voice. He grimaced and marched up the stairs leaving the three in the kitchen, locking himself in the bathroom.
After he heard the door slamming shut upstairs Harry sighed and turned to Ron, "why the fuck did you say anything?"
"I didn't mean to say it like that," Ron started, but Hermione interrupted him.
"Harry, he has a right to know how you feel, I mean you two are dating after all."
Harry rolled his eyes, "we aren't dating, 'Mione. We aren't doing anything and now I have feeling we are going to be doing a whole lot less than that thanks to you two."
Hermione smirked at Harry, "good, you deserve that. You should have to work for the man, he's better than you Harry and you'll tear him up if you keep acting the way you are."
"Whatever, 'Mione, we're just good friends anyway, that's all it is turning out to be," Harry waved his hand.
Ron rolled his eyes and finished his coffee, "good friends don't get pissed off about being called a prude, Harry. The guy likes you, probably more than he should." He frowned and looked at Harry properly, "and like I said before, instead of calling him a prude you should probably figure out why he is so distant with you."
"You guys calling Draco Malfoy a prude?" Pansy asked suddenly from behind them, she was stumbling over to the bar and shielding her eyes from the blaring light.
"Yeah, well isn't he?" Harry asked, looking at her as she climbed onto a stool.
"A prude? Hardly," Pansy shook her head taking the cup of tea Blaise made her, "guy's had more girlfriends than you've had fans, Potter." She took a drink turning her eyes to Harry, "why do you think he is a prude?"
Harry raised a brow, "he doesn't ever want to do anything, ya know like anything."
Pansy looked at Harry then around the other three sitting there, "wait is Draco bi?"
"Isn't he?" Ron asked, "I mean I thought he was gay, but you just mentioned girlfriends.."
"He messed around with a lot of girls at Hogwarts, after the war though he's been single." Blaise corrected, "the blokes never dated a guy before, or at least openly."
Harry sat back in the stool and blew out a breath, "oops."
Ron narrowed his eyes, "once a-fucking-gain Harry you overreact and you made things worse than they have to be."
Harry threw his hands up defensively, "well, it isn't quite like the guy likes to offer information up about himself. And I can't make him fucking speak to me."
Pansy snickered, "I didn't even realize you two were like together?"
Harry groaned, "my fucking point, he seems to just tolerate me. How am I supposed to work with that?"
"Stop trying so hard, mate," Blaise suggested and reached out to help Hermione with the food.
"Yeah," Hermione nodded, "I bet you'll find if you stop trying so hard and just let him be he might even open up some."
"If you're pushing him, Potter, you won't get anywhere." Pansy added, drinking her tea, "he's not the kinda bloke that trusts easily; especially after everything that has happened with his family. He's alone, Potter, and..."
"You're not even sure if he's gay." Harry finished and pushed back from the counter, "I'll go apologize and check on him, we'll be down in a bit."
"Hey Harry, maybe you should just try to be his friend," Ron suggested quietly, "time to let your childhood crush go, maybe?" Harry frowned as he walked out of the room, he might not even be gay? That would explain the no staying over, the limited kissing, him never trying to get me off...
Harry thought he was just overly submissive and shy, and well a little prude. But now, maybe Harry had be wrong. He might have been the bad guy. The Gryffindor stopped in front of the bedroom door and listened. He could hear drawers opening and closing on the other side, he took a deep breath, "Draco," he said softly pushing the door open to see a freshly showered Draco standing in his jeans. "Hey, I'm sorry I said that stuff."
"Get out," Draco growled in anger jerking his shirt over his head and running his fingers through his hair.
"Draco, come on, let me apologize," Harry begged walking over, closing the door behind him, he bit his lip staring at the other not sure what to say, "I'm sorry, Draco. It won't happen again," Harry said rather formally and offered his hand, "I promise."
Draco stared down at the other's hand and took it, giving him a small shake, "thank you."
"Come on, mate, breakfast is ready," Harry pulled after a moment dropping his hand and stepping to open the door. Ron's words echoing in his mind, maybe it is time to let your childhood crush go.
Draco looked over his freshly cleaned house, everyone had left a few hours ago everyone except Harry who had offered to clean the dishes which Draco could hear him putting away now. He had been kind of distant while everyone was there and even after they left... it wasn't the same.
"Hey Potter," Draco started walking into the kitchen to see Harry close a cabinet, "I got two tickets to the quidditch match this weekend do you want to go?"
Harry lifted a brow, "I don't know, mate, don't have anyone else to go with?" He asked and leaned his hands against the counter while looking at Draco.
Draco almost cringed at being called 'mate' for the umpteenth time since this morning happened. Admittedly he had grown used to being called baby from the other, maybe even liked it. "I don't know who else I would take... mate." He answered emphasizing the word awkwardly, and if Harry minded he didn't let it show.
"Well, think it over and if you don't have anyone else to go with then sure I can go," Harry smiled and grabbed his jacket off the back of the bar stool slipping it on.
"You're leaving?" Draco asked in shock glancing at the clock, "it's only Saturday."
"So?" Harry shrugged the jacket in place and gave his award winning smile to Draco, "I told Ron we'd go get a drink tonight."
Draco stared at the other uncertainly, he had gone with Harry and Ron to get drinks every Saturday for the last two months, until now. "Oh, right. Well..?"
Harry's smile never faltered as he walked to the door, right pass Draco - who was waiting for the kiss if he was honest. "I'll see ya next week sometime, okay?" Harry asked from the door turning to look over his shoulder, Draco nodded quietly, "owl me if you change your mind about the game, if not I'll be here Saturday morning for sure. Bye, mate."
Harry walked out of the door in a hurry, shutting it behind him. Draco looked after the door sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, what the fuck was that?
9 June 2005
Harry, I'll be busy. Take my tickets, have fun!
Cheers Draco, xx
Harry looked down at the paper, the tickets in his hand. "What's that?" Ron asked peering over his shoulder then he stepped back, "oh."
"Want to go to the game tomorrow?" Harry asked throwing the note down on his desk and holding up the tickets.
Ron pulled a face, "I think you should ask him," Ron said with a shrug, "but that's just my opinion."
"Ask who what?" Hermione asked, walking up with two cups of tea handing one to Ron, Ron nodded towards the desk and she read the paper, "yeah I think the ball's in your court Harry."
Harry sat down and rolled his eyes, "I can't do both at the same time, fuck. First you tell me to lay off him and then you tell me to make a move?" Harry groaned throwing the tickets on his desk as well.
"You haven't seen the man all week," Hermione started in a whisper, "he's reaching out to you, Harry."
"I can't just be his friend, 'Mione." Harry answered with a glare.
"He called you Harry," Ron said with a point, "that's a good sign?"
Harry grumbled and snatched up the tickets and the note, turning to the bin and throwing them in, "what the fuck ever, now let's get back to work." He snapped and turned pointedly to ignore them, his mind spinning as his thoughts went directly to Draco. Harry picked up a fresh piece of parchment and scribbled a note back to Draco.
Draco, I'll pick you up at 11, don't keep me waiting!
Cheers Harry, xxx
Harry rolled the parchment and handed it to an errand boy instructing him to get it in the mail soon, then he turned back to his work settling in.
"Harry!" Hermione chided, kicking his chair as he started dozing off. "Honestly Harry, finish your report so I can turn mine in!" She scolded as he sat up properly, he rubbed his eyes taking his glasses off and stretched seeing someone running at him. He pushed his glasses back in place looking properly to see the errand boy running towards him.
"Mister Potter, I have a letter for you," he said and handed the rolled parchment to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry answered and took it opening it to see his same exact letter he sent Draco, "hey, boy! This is the one I sent."
The boy shrugged, "I don't know Mister Potter."
Hermione and Ron shared a look, before she looked at Harry properly, "it means he's moved, Harry."
"I know what the fuck it means, Hermione!" Harry snapped ripping the paper up and throwing it away, "whatever."
14 August 2008
Our Hero, Then and Now.
Part Two: Now:
Coming face to face with Harry Potter, after all these years, for the second time was just as shocking and surreal as it was the first time. We met in a small coffee shop so as not to be bothered by unwelcome guests, Harry mentioned he still gets 'fans' coming up to him.
You might think meeting Harry Potter would be welcoming, warm and unlike anything else you ever get to do in your life and you'd only be right about one part. It is quite unlike anything else you'll ever do in your life. In this installment we will be looking at who the-boy-who-lived is just now a days. He's freshly turned 28, very fit and very single. I was shocked to see him drink more sugar in his tea than tea itself, but once we settled in with our cuppas we were able to get down to business and he was willing to answer practically any question I could have had.
Cont. 4
Draco looked down at the newspaper article, and opened the newspaper skimming the pages as he flipped through to page 4. "Keeping tabs on me?"
Draco's eyes grew wide and he looked up throwing the paper on the table to see Harry standing before him, leaning against the back of the chair in front of him. "When are you going to stop?" Draco asked and stood up, pushing away from the table in shock.
Harry chuckled and ran a hand through his hair coolly, smiling the smile Draco had grown to love and didn't realize how much he had missed it until he saw it. "Just leave me alone, Potter. Stop doing this to me."
"Doing this to you?" Harry shook his head, "you're the one that always leaves me."
"I don't have time for this Potter," Draco growled and ripped his coat off the back of the chair turning to leave the coffee shop.
Harry easily kept pace, stepping outside of the shop when Draco did. "Oh come on, I just wanted to say hi." Harry said and gripped Draco's hand when he realized the other was going to disapparate. They came to a halt in front of the Manor and Harry blinked looking up at the castle of a house.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Draco yelled and pushed Harry roughly sending him toppling backwards.
"Just talk to me," Harry pleaded as he steadied himself.
"Fuck off Potter," Draco yelled turning to face him properly, "stop showing up! Stop confusing me! Stop everything! You're everywhere, Potter, and I hate it." Draco said jabbing his finger at the other, "every-fucking-where I look you are. People talking about you, people reading about you, people telling stories about you... People that don't know a single thing about you because if they didn't they wouldn't be fucking star struck by you!" Draco continued his index finger pressing against Harry roughly, "you're an asshole, you're a prat, you fucking use people until they have nothing left and then leave them." Tears were streaming down Draco's face now, his voice quivering and his yelling coming out in a small voice, "you make people fall for you and tear them up." Harry stared with a shocked look, uncertainly, "then you show right back up like you did nothing wrong, like you are just fucking perfect. But I'll tell you Harry Potter, you're the fucking worst!"
"I'm the worst?" Harry snapped his tone not at all matching the look on his face. He was trying to be strong, he was trying to be serious and hard but he couldn't, not with the blonde crying.
"You're the worst and I fucking hate you," Draco growled through his sob.
"You left me Draco Malfoy, so many times! You never called, you just walked away. Moved without notice." Harry said in disbelief, "I was so in love with you, so in love I couldn't even leave you alone and you just left."
Draco shook his head, laughing in a dark way, "In love with me? In love with a.. prude?" Draco closed the distance, his face dark as he looked Harry in the eye, "that's what you called me wasn't it, before you left?" Draco asked, his voice deep and dark, "I wouldn't fuck you and you left?"
Harry blinked, pulling back, "what?" That isn't what had happened at all, was it?
"You gave up on me before I even had a chance to prove myself to you," Draco said in the same tone, his eyes dark and lifeless, "you were the first guy I had ever been with, you were the first guy I was trying to be with and you just left. You left me alone, after I put so much of me into you."
"You're going to stand over there and tell me you gave me your all, Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked with a glare shaking his head, "I know shit about you, and that isn't for lack of trying." He spat with a growl, "I know shit about you and you're still going to stand there and act like I do? Like I did? I tried so fucking hard, and you just pushed me and pushed me. Dodged the questions, avoided the conversations until we were just two friends with an occasional kiss. You didn't give me anything to go off of, you didn't even tell me I was the first. I had to find out from Parkinson." Harry snapped at him, "they told me to be your friend first, so I was trying and you left."
"Friend or lover, you don't just leave!" Draco roared and in an instant he had his wand out and pressed against Harry's neck, "I fucking hate you."
"Do it," Harry said with a sneer, "get rid of me, do the world a fucking favor."
"I should," Draco answered with a dark glare.
"You know the words, Draco, just fucking do it."
"You wish Harry," Draco stepped back his hand still extended, "get out of here or I'll hurt you."
"I'm not leaving," Harry stood there defiantly.
"Sectumsempra," Draco growled and turned walking through the gate and up to his house, his robes billowing behind him. The last sound he heard was Harry's struggled breathing.