By: Carrie H Potter
Rating: PG-13 (T)
Pairing: HP/DM
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: (SEQUEL to Knock First) Bloodthirsty fan-witches? The Weasleys as in-laws? Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are in way over their heads. (slash HP/DM)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. The story, however, is my own, my preciousssss (LOTR rocks!).
I'M BAAAAAAAACK!
A/N: So, here it is: the SEQUEL to Knock First! My first sequel; I'm so proud (tears)! I guess you really don't have to read Knock First before you read this, but I would recommend it (look at me…so professional!). This is gonna be a multi-chapter story (that's right!…no one-shot!), and I should post pretty regularly (unless my muse completely abandons me). I'm definitely gonna finish this (I always finish my stories), so never fear. So read on, read on, and tell me what ya think in the end! Cheers!
Chapter 1- Denial, Thy Name is Ginny"I'm home!" Draco Malfoy called, sounding slightly muffled, as he kicked the front door closed with his foot. His arms were filled with paper shopping bags stuffed with groceries, his briefcase was hanging precariously from two fingers, and a bouquet of flowers was getting slightly squished in his teeth.
"What took you so…look at you! Lemme help," the raven-haired man who had just exited the kitchen rushed over to help, "Blimey, what are we having for dinner tonight? An eight-course meal?" the man teased. The bouquet finally caught his attention, "Are those for me?" he sent Draco an alluring smile. He grabbed the flowers and scampered back into the kitchen, leaving Draco to deal with all of the bags. Rolling his eyes, Draco struggled to follow him, and the bags were promptly dropped onto the kitchen table.
He turned to look at the raven-haired man, who was happily arranging the flowers in a Lenox vase, "Uh, sweetheart? Those flowers actually weren't for you."
The man turned slowly, "Excuse me?"
"Annie, from the office," Draco muttered, blushing and wincing slightly.
The man suddenly grinned, "Poor girl. She really can't get it through her thick head that you're gay and engaged to a man, can she?" He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.
Draco smirked, "No, apparently not. I've tried telling her; really I have. But she won't listen" the smirk grew wider, "I'm too damn hot for my own good."
The raven-haired man laughed. "You're a vain bastard," he said fondly, looking Draco up and down, "an admittedly truthful vain bastard…but a vain bastard just the same." He led Draco back into the living room, "I guess I'll just have to show up at your office and set her mind at ease," he said playfully. Draco looked at him curiously as the man continued, "At least now I know you weren't trying to establish yourself as the man in this relationship," he winked, "Sorry, hon, but that'd be me."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but before he could get a word out, he was tackled to the couch and straddled. "Since you're just lying there…" the man whispered huskily.
Draco smiled, "Now, where have I heard that before?" The man winked and leaned down, capturing Draco's lips in a soft kiss. It was just starting to get more passionate when…
The door burst open, and Ginny Weasley barreled in. Her eyes darted around wildly, and spotting the two men in their somewhat intimate position, she blanched and toppled to the floor in a dead faint.
Harry Potter groaned and let his head fall to Draco's chest, "Doesn't anyone understand the concept of knocking?"
Draco smirked, "Must run in the family."
Harry's lips quirked up slightly, "What, the knocking or the fainting?"
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"So, you see, Gin, we've been dating for four years and living together for two and a half and now we're engaged," Harry explained patiently, felling a strong sense of deja-vu. Of course, that would probably be because Ron and Hermione had only just found out about them a month ago, in basically the same fashion (kissing, fainting…yea). Looks like Ron had finally gotten the balls to tell his family about Harry's boyfriend.
"B-but, Harry," Ginny whined, "you can't be engaged to a Death Eater!"
Harry massaged his temples tiredly, "He's not a Death Eater, Gin! God, you're as bad as your brother, if not worse! I love Draco, and he loves me, and that's all there is to it." Harry looked over at his fiancé and gave him a reassuring smile. Wow, fiancé. Who'd of thunk?
"Look, Weas- Ginny," Draco said earnestly, "I'm the 'bride,'" he winced, "so maybe you want to be one of the bridesmaids?"
"Why would I want to be a bridesmaid," Ginny shrieked, "when I want to be the bride?"
Harry looked at her, startled. He knew Ginny had harbored romantic feelings for him back at Hogwarts, but hadn't she gotten over them long ago? "Gin," Harry spoke quietly, "even if it wasn't Draco, who I assure you it is, it would never be you. I'm gay."
Ginny's eyes filled with tears, "I can't believe it," she said softly. She took one last look at them and then bolted out the door.
"We really need to get muggle locks," Draco stated matter-of-factly.
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"She totally freaked out, Ron," Harry ranted, "I'm getting so sick of that reaction from people. I mean, is it really so hard to believe that I'm in love with Draco Malfoy?" Seeing Ron's face, Harry winced, "Don't answer that."
The head in the fireplace gave him a sheepish look, "I'm sorry, mate. I should have mentioned it to you. When I told the family, Ginny got really quiet and slipped away as soon as I was done. I guess she couldn't believe it and went to check it out for herself."
"How did the rest of the family take it?" Harry asked quietly.
"Pretty well. After we roused Fred and George with water and waved smelling salts under Mum's nose, that is."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Weasleys. Honestly. It must run in the family," he muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. So they're okay with it now?" Harry crossed his fingers behind his back.
"Yea, pretty much. Mum told me to invite the two of you to dinner on Saturday."
"I guess we'll come. As long as no villagers chase us with pitchforks."
"Harry, mate, Mum and Dad love you like a son. The rest of us think of you as our long lost brother…well…maybe not Gin…"
Harry snorted, "No kidding."
"The point is, we all love you, so it will be fine." Ron didn't look so sure.
"We'll be there. What time?"
"Around sixish. See you then, mate?"
Harry sighed, "Yea, see you then." He stood up from his chair by the fireplace and started toward the kitchen.
"Oh, and Harry?" Harry glanced back at Ron, "Don't worry."
Harry smiled his first real smile in the last few hours, "I'll try not to. Thanks, Ron." Ron nodded and his head disappeared a moment later. As the green flames died down, Harry padded towards the kitchen, rubbing his hands wearily over his eyes.
There, standing at the stove stirring an odd smelling concoction, was the person who was causing all his problems. There, turning to smile at him and wrapping his arms around his neck, was the man who had turned his life upside down all those years ago. So, why did he put up with it? Draco kissed him slowly, running his tongue along Harry's bottom lip. Why not?
"I love you," Draco murmured, burying his face in Harry's neck.
"I love you, too," Harry whispered. That was why he stayed. "Dray, I don't have practice tomorrow, so why don't you call in sick and we can do something together. How about shopping?"
Draco pulled back abruptly and eyed Harry cautiously, "What is it?"
"Huh?"
"Whenever you suggest going shopping, it's because you have bad news," Draco accused him.
"What are you talking about?" Harry tried and failed to look innocent, "Oh, all right. We're going to the Burrow for dinner on Saturday."
Draco groaned, "Oh, must we?" He groaned louder at Harry's nod, "Fine, but you're gonna have to buy me a lot of stuff tomorrow to make up for this."
Harry chuckled, "I will, don't worry," Draco's eyes lit up, "C'mon, you git, let's eat."
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"Wake-up, sleepyhead!" a way-too-cheerful voice intruded on Harry's pleasant dreams.
He grunted, "Don't wanna," and rolled back over to bury his face in the pillow. He yelped when the warm covers were ripped from the bed. "Give 'em back!" he groped blindly. But instead of the covers, he was handed his bathrobe. Harry sighed and stood.
"That's more like it!" Draco grabbed his arm and hauled him off of the bed, "C'mon, into the shower. Then get dressed so we can be off! Chop, chop!" Draco pushed him into the bathroom.
Harry, now fully awake, winked saucily at Draco, "Sure you don't want to join me, Dray?"
Draco smirked, "Sorry, Leo, love, but I'm all ready to go. Alas," he threw his arm in front of his face dramatically, "if only you'd get your lazy arse out of bed earlier!" and he slammed the bathroom door in Harry's face.
Grumbling, Harry stripped off his pajama bottoms, deposited the robe on the counter, and stepped into the shower. He turned the hot water knob and was drenched in ice-cold water. He yelped and hopped out of the shower. Hearing laughter, he hollered, "You'll get yours, Dray!"
Half an hour later, Harry emerged form the bedroom-showered, dried, and primped to perfection. Draco snorted when he saw him. It took Harry half the time it took him to get ready in the mornings, and he always looked so incredible, like he'd spent an hour or two on his appearance. Draco's eyes roved over his body greedily, as usual. Harry was 6'1, his raven-black hair was as untidy as ever and now brushed his shoulders (and it made him look sexy as hell), the emerald green eyes that were his trademark shone brightly (Draco had made him get the magical procedure to correct eyesight so he'd stop hiding those eyes), his tanned skin showcased a sculpted, handsome face, and he was slim, but very muscular from all those extra Quidditch practice sessions (with Draco, of course…). And luckily, living with Draco had finally rubbed off on him: he had impeccable fashion sense. The black dress pants he wore clung in all the right places, and the green sweater hugged his rock hard six-pack like a second skin. With his hair hanging in his eyes, and the shiny, black shoes completing the look, there was no getting around it: Harry Potter was hot and sexy as all get out! Draco just hoped the rest of the world didn't notice (too late for that…professional Quidditch player…).
Of course, Draco was quite a looker himself. He stood at 5'11, and the long, silky blonde hair from a month ago was no more. In its place was short, spiky blonde hair gelled to perfection. His grey eyes were stormy and brilliant and especially captivating when he looked at Harry, and his once sharp features had softened into almost effeminate ones, but not quite. He was also slim, and though not as muscular as Harry, he was better toned than a lot of men. And, of course, Harry had gotten his awesome fashion sense from Draco. He was clad in a pair of khaki colored chinos that were loose but hugged his arse just tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and his tight read t-shirt said it all ("Shag me now, please…"). The wooden sandals completed the look to make one hot blonde.
Harry laughed, "Sure, I dress up when you dress down. Can't we ever pick the same day?"
"Hey," Draco said defensively, "you saw what I was wearing before. It's your own fault." Harry hated being dressed up when others were dressed down, especially Draco. It was one of his quirks.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Oh please. I was in no position to study what you were wearing. I was half asleep and the part that was awake was too busy mentally undressing you, anyway." Draco blushed. Harry grinned and held out his hand, "Shall we?" Draco took it and together they apparated to Diagon Alley.
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"No. No chance. Stop waving it, Dray! I am not trying those on." Draco sighed dejectedly and pretended to hang the item of clothing back on the rack, but as soon as Harry's back was turned, he snuck them into the pile slung over his arm. He smirked in satisfaction: Harry in leather pants. Yum.
They'd wandered around Diagon Alley a while, but at Draco's insistence, had ventured into muggle London to visit some of his favorite clothing haunts. Harry was already laden down with shopping bags and they'd only been to three stores. Then Draco had announced that instead of just the odd item, they were now going to shop just for Harry, and so he had dragged him into The Naughty Nineties, a large boutique frequented by men of the homosexual variety. Harry had almost keeled over when he saw their merchandise. Now Harry remembered why shopping with Draco was always a drastic measure.
"C'mon, love," Draco said tenderly, "go try all this on. All of it. I'll know if you 'forget' something," he gave Harry an admonishing look. Harry returned a sheepish smile. "C'mon, Leo. I'll even hold all the bags," Draco wheedled.
Harry sighed. He hated trying on clothes and Draco knew it. That's why Draco loved it so much when Harry gave in. "Fine. Give 'em here." Draco grinned, and Harry's bags were promptly traded for an armful of clothes, and before he could say another word, he was pushed into a dressing room. Harry rolled his eyes: gay men.
He deposited the massive mound on the small, rickety chair, and quickly divested himself of his clothing. Standing in only his boxers and socks, he started to sift through Draco's choices. He smirked when he saw the leather pants he'd refused so vehemently hidden at the bottom of the pile. Draco probably expected him to try those on last and with much protesting. Harry chuckled: clearly, Draco still didn't know him as well as he thought…
Draco sunk into the chair right in front of Harry's dressing room. Crossing his legs at his ankles, he stretched and settled in to wait for the show. He knew Harry. He'd try on the jeans and t-shirts first, and after some prodding and pouting on Draco's part, he'd try on the more risqué items, such as those delectable leather pants. Draco licked his lips just thinking about it.
Suddenly, the little cubicle's door swung open, and Harry stepped out, grinning wickedly. Draco's mouth dropped open. Harry was dressed in the leather pants, and damn did they do him justice. They were so tight Draco was surprised Harry could even move. And of course, the top was no better. It was a deep, royal purple long-sleeved t-shirt, ripped strategically in all the right places. It looked literally plastered to Harry's body, and with every move he made, Draco could see his muscles ripple. 'Oh my God,' Draco thought faintly, 'I'm engaged to a Sex God.'
Seeing the look on Draco's face, which was somewhere between utter bewilderment and intense hunger, Harry chuckled, "What, Dray?" he asked teasingly, "I'm only trying on the clothes you picked out for me. And here you look like you're gonna pull a Weasley!"
Draco seemed to come out of his daze, "Why you little…" and he started to advance menacingly on Harry.
Just as he reached him, most likely to ravish Harry within an inch of his life, a voice called out, "Oh my God, it's Harry Potter!"
Harry whipped around to see at least two-dozen teenage girls running towards him, "Oh shit," he yelped. He looked down at himself. 'I can't let them see me like this!' he thought in a panic. But instead of doing the smart thing (which would have been to duck back into the changing room, leaving Draco to deal with the mob until he could change), he did the stupid thing. He turned tail and ran.
"Harry!" Draco yelled and did a quick about-face of his own to follow his fiancé, who had just charged out the back door of the store. But Harry had longer legs and a head start, so he was more than half a block's length from Draco already. Draco craned his neck around, and yes, sure enough, those crazy fan-girls were still following them, or more appropriately, Harry. 'But what the hell are a bunch of fan-witches doing in muggle London?' Draco wondered.
Harry turned a corner and when Draco got there, he was gone. "Damn-it," Draco cursed under his breath and looked quickly behind him. The fan-witches were practically on top of him, and not being in as great a shape as Harry, he was slowing. "Oh hell," he muttered and stopped all together.
Most of the witches ran right by him, but two short, frumpier ones squealed, "Harry's manager, Draco Malfoy!" and stopped to meet him. Draco groaned when he got an eyeful of his adoring public. As the girls excitedly asked for his autograph, Draco watched the retreating backs of the rest of the girls and hoped Harry was faring better…
Harry quickly ducked into a store and started towards the back. But then he had the most clichéd idea in the book (something he'd always wanted to try), so he ran back up front, hopped in the display window, and struck a pose. Seconds later, the horde of screaming girls ran past. Harry couldn't stop the small grin that was creeping onto his face.
His grin disappeared, however, when he saw two stragglers puffing to catch up and Draco was close behind them, also breathing heavily. Draco. Oh God, he'd forgotten about Draco.
Without a second thought, he was out the door of the store and in Draco's arms. "Oh my God, Dray, I'm so sorry! I forgot all about you! I just freaked out and started running and…" Draco, who'd almost had a heart attack when Harry had suddenly torn out of a store and flung his arms around him, put his fingers to Harry's lips.
"It's ok, Leo. I understand. You hate the publicity and fan-witches make you nervous. It's all right. Let's just go home."
Harry nodded, and they walked hand-in-hand over to an empty alley, oblivious to the outside world. "Hey, what ever happened to our bags?" Harry asked.
"Oops," Draco groaned. Harry grinned. Thank God he'd never have to wear any of that. "Hey, we never paid for your clothes!"
Harry looked down at the leather pants and purple t-shirt. He laughed nervously, "We'll send them the money."
Draco chuckled, "Ok. You know, back in the store, I thought it would be hard for you to move in those pants. I guess not." He gave Harry a sly grin.
Harry smirked, "I don't know. Wanna find out?" and he winked suggestively. Draco's grin grew wider. Together, they entered the alley and apparated back to their apartment.
Neither saw the two short, frumpy fan-witches exchange sly, vengeful looks.
To be continued…
A/N: So, yea. That was chapter one. Fabulous? Terrible? Should I write more or never pick up a pen again? Tell me when you REVIEW! And remember…reviews feed my muse…the more reviews…the faster I write chapter two…