Harry James Potter had a girlfriend. She was head-over-heals in love with him. Harry really liked her for she was smart, funny, caring, charming and very beautiful. He was in love with her.
He had to be, he told himself more than once.
Ginny really cared for him and he cared about her.
Yes, Harry James Potter had a girlfriend, who he loved.
He loved Ginny Weasley and not Draco Malfoy! Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, Draco Malfoy! No, not Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley!
Malfoy was just a friend. A very close, beautiful, hot friend who Harry had shagged more times then he could count. Even more times Draco had shagged him. But they were only friends, because Harry had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who he never had had sex with and an extremely hot friend who he had had sex with more or less every time they had crossed each others paths.
But that was in the past and now they wouldn't jump at each other and rip of each others clothes, the first one to get naked being the one that got nailed up the nearest wall and fucked roughly. Nope, that was all history and would never happen again. That was the thoughts that crossed Harrys mind while he waited for the arrival of Draco's train. Draco would never fuck Harry's brains out or lick away his troubles or torture his flesh or… "No! Don't think about it!" Harry's brain demanded. "Don't think about his pale, slender shoulders that you're not allowed touching with your lips and don't think about his arse that you will never grab and do NOT think about his fulfilled lips that never will be wrapped around your c… STOP IT!" Harry moved from one leg to the other trying to shake of the unwished delight that was starting to show. Damn him and his arse!
"Please Draco, show up here and look like Ron!" Harry hopped at the same moment he saw a tall, black wearing young man step out of the train that Harry hadn't even noticed arriving and he immediately recognized the platinum-blond Slytherin.
But since that Draco had the ability to suck attention to him that wasn't really a surprise for Harry, who had in all fairness seen him so many times… "STOP IT, I SAID!!!" Instead of stand there and think about old times or sulk over that Draco was even hotter now then he had been last time Harry'd seen him, he moved closer to meet him up.
Draco only had a black bag over his shoulder and looked surprisingly… "mugglish"… not wearing a wizard-robe or tight leather pants and shirt, that seemed to be Draco's two choices of clothes and right now Harry was very grateful for that.
If Malfoy had shown up in leather than Harry would have forgotten all of what he had told himself about Malfoy being history and had probably raped him right there and then.
Draco, the sick perv, would probably have enjoyed it and after Harry had finished then himself would have been raped by the other boy.
So knowing that Harry, even if he enjoyed being a surten someone's bitch, would not like prison he was thankful that Malfoy only wore black jeans and a black t-shirt with some white mark that looked like it had disappeared in the laundry for some years ago. "I didn't know that Draco owned such clothes…" he thought to himself when Draco suddenly stood in front of him.
"Lo, Potter." Draco said and smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.
Harry greeted his old lover by staring at him, looking like a bloody idiot and his mouth turned into the Sahara-desert. Draco looked rather pleased with himself and just laughed. "Hi Draco! It's a pleasure to meet you again!" He answered himself and his grin grew bigger when Harry flushed.
"It is!" Harry told the Slytherin when he remembered how to speak. "Damn, I thought we agreed that you were over this Potter!" His brain yelled at him but he ignored it and smiled shyly towards Malfoy instead.
Malfoy shock his head and threw his free hand out and smiled.
"Well, don't I get a hug?" He asked and laughed when Harry turned redder then what he already were and Harry gave him a stiff and embarrassed embrace before throwing himself out of Draco's arms again.
Draco raised one fine eyebrow towards him and smiled mockingly at him. "So…" Draco started looking around to make sure no one heard them. "What yaa think of my muggle-outfit?" He asked curiously. Harry swallowed hard a couple of times, still feeling the rests of the desert in his mouth before answering.
"It's nice. Looks very muggle-like!" He said reassuringly and Draco shined up.
"Really? 'Cause I had to conjure my leather-pants to this." He said tapping his legs. Harrys eye grew wide.
"You… you're wearing the leather-pants?" He asked.
"Yapp!" Draco answered and then pointed at his stomach that Harry knew was hard as hell 'cause of his amazing muscles and he suppressed the urge to caress it. "And this," Draco spoke as if he didn't notice the raw animal look Harry was giving him. "This is my black shirt that is, you know, held together by all those leather-bands…"Draco struggled to explain. Harry could only nod 'cause the bare thought of Draco's famous shirt that reviled so much pale skin of his was so arousing that he made a growling sound in the back of his throat. "That's it! How the hell could you be over him?!" His brain demanded to know. "Screw what's-her-name! Fuck him! Love him! For god's sake, make him fuck you! Force him into you! Do whatever it takes!" The brain told him. Oh god, how much he wanted to touch those muscles of his with his bare hands. "No, Draco is just a friend! A friend!!!"A rational voice said in his head. "You have a girlfriend! How many times do I have to remind you? It's a… oh, wow… he's wearing that shirt… *drool*"
"Ehm… Potter? You alright?" Draco asked the moment he realized that sweet, innocent Potter was looking very strange and wasn't with his conversation anymore. Harry looked up at the taller boy, slightly confused, like he had had a long talk with himself.
"Yeah." He said and then pointed at his shirt, innocently touching the fabric."What does it say?" He wanted to know and Draco laughed in his mind. So typical of Potter to loose everything just because of a mark he didn't understand.
"Nothing, really." Draco said, shocking his head. "I've just made if up so it would look muggle-like. Sort of made it look old so no one would wonder."
"Oh, okay…" Harry said his fingers still touching the shirt. "Looks really cool!" He added and blushed again.
"Thanks!" Draco said and took one step back from the other boy, a little uneasy. Harry cleared his throat and looked around the platform.
"So… how was riding with the muggles then?" He asked while he stole Draco's bag and twitched his head against the doors in order to make Draco follow.
"Hum… yeah, it was… nice…" Draco said when he catches up with Harry. "I… a… sort of fell a sleep, you know, and then like three hours ago I woke up and yelled; I don't want to go back to school! Luckily enough I realized that I wasn't before I got to the window so I could throw myself out of it." Harry laughed.
"Lucky you!" He said. Draco snorted the Malfoy-snort.
"Yes…" He answered and rolled his eyes. The two boys became silent. Around them muggles was hurrying to catch their trains and they shuffled through the crowed. "So…" Draco started "… how've you been?" He asked.
Harry thought for a moment.
"You know… good." He said.
"Ah." Draco nodded. "And how's the charming ms Weasley?" He asked casual. "Does he sound jealous?" Harry thought wondering.
"She's fine…" He answered. Draco nodded once again and Harry stared at the blond boy as discreet as he could.
"So, how is life at the new apartment?" Malfoy wanted to know. Harry pulled his shoulders.
"Better then at the Dursleys." He said grinning at that.
"Can imagine!" Draco said. "Has Weasley moved in yet then?"
"Yes, for like a week ago." Harry answered and wondered why he sounded so bitter. He loved Ginny, remember?
"And you get time alone, without her family?" Draco laughed and Harry glared at him.
"Play nicely, Draco!" He demanded, pretending to be his father. This time Harry was the one glared at and he laughed. "But how about you?" He asked. "How've you been?"
Draco sighed
"You mean despite that my father has died because he was a follower of a total maniac and mother is in St. Mungo after a nervous breakdown?" He asked. Harry got uneasy.
"Sorry…" he struggled. "Didn't think..." Draco pulled his shoulders.
"It's cool." He reassured him.
"How is your mother then?" Harry asked feeling like a jerk.
Draco stared at him, his gray eyes penetrating his own green ones.
"She's bad." Draco confided in Harry. "She screams all night after father and Voldemort, doesn't speak at day and last time I visited her she flew at me, spitted me in the face and blamed me for fathers death." Draco looked like he'd aged 50 years at that moment and Harry stopped walking and gave him a hug, this time gentle and warm and Draco twitched a little in surprise before he melted and allowed Harry to hold him. Harry knew how important Lucious Malfoy had been to the other boy and even if he'd been a cruel, evil bastard to the world to Draco he had been different. Caring, supporting, loving even and to be accused of killing that person by his own mother must have been horrible.
To never have had parent was terrible enough so to have known them, known why you loved them and why it mattered so much what they thought of you and then see only hatred towards you in their eyes, that couldn't Harry even begin to understand how it felt.
He could only know as much as possible about how he felt and try to comfort Draco the way he had wanted someone else to comfort him.
"I'm not going to break down, you know!" Draco said eventually when Harry had held him a long time and had no plans of letting go.
Harry broke away.
"Right!" He said and smiled excusing. "But what do the doctors say?" Harry asked and started to walk again. "'Bout her, I mean!"
Draco walked next to him and looked right ahead.
"It's sort of what they don't say…" Draco answered slowly. "They never say that she's getting better only that she's not getting worse, which is good, I suppose, but…"
"… it's harder to see the point in it then." Harry closed for him.
"Yeah…" Draco nodded without looking at Harry. "It's so hard that last time I was there I felt like I should write myself in for a depression of my own." He said and Harry gripped his hand. For the first time they had started talking about the subject Draco looked at him and Harry realized that his eyes were full of pain before they turned to normal and Draco raised one eyebrow. "It was a joke, Potter!" He said but Harry knew better. Yet he only nodded, but squished Draco's hand before letting it go
"Good, 'cause if you're at St. Mungo's, then who will annoy me, make fun of me and laugh at my misery at Hogwarts?" Harry asked and received a smile from Malfoy.
"You know, that was exactly my thought!" The Slytherin told him and Harry laughed. "But then, you have a girlfriend now… you won't have time for me anymore…" Draco sneered. Harry suppressed the urge to jump in front of a train and only snorted, using the Malfoy-snort as guidance to make it prefect.
"Malfoy, I've never had time for you and that hasn't stopped you before, now has it?" Harry asked him and Malfoy snorted with him, clearly amused.
"Well that's true…" He said grinning at him. "You are rather easy!" He told the other boy.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Harry asked, faking to be outraged.
Draco laughed.
"You're so easily distracted." Draco told him and forced an annoying hair loop away from his angel-sculptured face.
"Only around you…" Harry mumbled under his breath and repeated lauder "No, I'm not!"
Draco laughed and flashed his long eyelashes towards Harry.
"Of course you're not!" Draco reassured him when he clearly believed otherwise.
Groaning Harry tried to take a swing at the other boy but as the excellent quidditch-seeker Malfoy was he easily avoided the punch at the same moment as they came outside.
Harry, still playing upset decided that they should take a cab despite the fact that Draco was seventeen and allowed to use magic. "It'll do him good doing it the muggle-way!" He thought to himself. And besides, if they were to apparate, Harry had to move very close to the one who could do it legally, "and better…", and that wouldn't work well for Harry even if it would only be for a couple of seconds.
It was very bright outside and when the early morning-sun found Draco's hair it immediately started to play with it, welcoming it to London and would from that moment on crave to touch it and make it shimmer in white and gold. "It can't be natural to be jealous at the sun for touching a friend's hair." Harry told himself and forced his green eyes to look away from Draco's hair before he started to pick a fight with the sun for making HIS Draco's hair look so dashing. "His Draco? Since when?" The brain wanted to know. "Will you stop plotting against me?!" Harry yelled at it. "Unthankful wanker…" his brain muttered. "Okay, I'm a maniac! I'm totally crazy!" Harry determined and started to wave his hand for a taxi.
"What are you doing?!" Draco demanded to know, acting like he didn't realize that the sun had become his personal stalker. "Sure, Potter! The sun is the stalker… yapp, you're acting absolutely normal, you bloody freak!" His brain said.
Ignoring his brain and the bloody sun he just frowned.
"What's it look like, Malfoy?" He asked the other boy who probably wasn't safe near Harry.
Malfoy snorted.
"Well, if I didn't expect higher of you, I'd say you're trying to get hold of one of those muggle-cars that has a driver…" Draco told him and Harry laughed at Draco's explanation of taxi's.
"Sorry to disappoint you mate, but that is what I'm doing." He said, annoyed that every cab just drove past him. Then again, it was a busy Thursday and many people, looking rather wealthier than Harry himself was standing at the sidewalk, also eager to get hold of one.
"Why?" Draco wanted to know. Harry turned around, facing the Slytherin.
"So we can get home." Harry said in a kindergarten-voice.
Draco blinked a couple of times.
"You do realize that we're wizards, Harry?" He asked, truly concerned since he used Harrys first name instead of Potter. . Harry sighed.
"That I'm well aware of." He answered him. Draco continued to stare at him.
"You know I'm seventeen, right?" He asked.
"Yes Draco, I know you're seventeen, I gave you a birthday-present, remember?"
"Which was brilliant, by the way!" Draco added nodding before going serious again. "But then; Why do you wave after cars then when we can just apparate at your place?" Harry frowned again, "Because if I get close to you I might loose all self-control I've ever had." He thought and answered "Because you've never been at my place and I don't really approve of the idea of being ripped to shreds when you're trying to get there!" Harry said, actually sounding pretty logical. Draco stared offended at him.
"Excuse me, but this is I, the amazing Draco Malfoy, you're talking about. Not Weasley!" He said. "You'll be arriving in the exact same state as you're in now, I assure you!" Draco said.
Harry glared at him.
"Draco…" He warned but if Draco Malfoy had got an idea it was likely that he would see it through.
"I'm not using those muggle-infected things as a transportation-device!" Draco stated loudly.
"Draco…" Harry said, jumping from one leg to the other.
"It's bad enough I had to ride the muggle-train!" The princess complained. "If you wanna go fluxing around the entire town that's up to you, but I'm apparition to your apartment." They stared at each other for a moment. "Are you coming or not?" Eventually Draco wanted to know. Leaving Draco out of his sight was not an option, but getting close to him was not really a good idea, that either, but the thought of Draco apparate right into his living room all alone and probably then meeting Ginny gave him no choice.
"Yes your highness…" Harry muttered and Draco grinned.
"Good puppy!" He said reaching out and pattered the smaller boy on the head.
"Draco…" Harry started as they walked towards an alley where they could escape interested looks so they got time to disapparate.
"Yes?"
"Don't you ever call me that again!" He said and Draco laughed.
"Can't make any promises." Draco told him and pulled Harry close the moment they got into the side-alley. "Now this feels oddly familiar, don't you think?" He asked and smiled down at the other boy.
Again Harrys mouth turned in to a desert and he cursed himself when all he could do was to nod at Draco. Draco smirked and pulled out his wand. "Any last words?" He asked and then pulled his shoulders. "Just in case!" he grinned and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Just get us there anytime in the close future!" He demanded and Draco sighed.
"Yes, my pet! You are so demanding!"
"Pet?!" Harry yelled and when they apparate he just stared at Draco, the voice of his scream all died out and only the two of them knew about it.
"So, have you all pieces where they should be?" Draco asked sneering.
Harry suddenly realized how extremely close he was to Malfoy and embarrassed he stepped away. "Oh yes! All pieces where the should be…" The brain said tormented.
"Why yes, it appears that I do!" Harry decided to answer instead. He smiled a little. "Good job Malfoy!" He added and Draco glared at him.
"Well, yes, of course!" He said and started to look around in the soft, green-colored room. Harry knew that everything in this place didn't match Malfoy usual standard but he didn't even show surprise or disliking that he normally would have.
All Harry could do was trying not to stare at the other boy. "You loose!" His eyes said. "God you're disturbed, Potter!" His brain said. Draco looked at the ceiling, the floor and the furniture's and he was so beautiful. His gray-silver eyes that always had reminded Harry of the moon watched closely the brown, second-hand leather couch that Harry had bought, not 'cause he couldn't afford a new one but because it was the most comfortable piece of furniture Harry had ever sat down in and he raised an eyebrow at it.
"I like second-hand!" Harry defended himself while he realized that Draco hadn't even criticized him yet and Draco's gaze turned to Harry. An amused smirk was on his face and he sighed heavily.
"And?" He wanted to know. "Gee, you're really an odd-ball, Potter!" Harry blushed and Draco snorted.
"An odd-ball ehy Malfoy?" Harry asked surprisingly fast and Draco smirked.
"Yes Potter, odd and someone to kick upon, like a football." Draco told him, laughing at him as Harrys face-expression changed drastically.
"Kick me once and I'll kill you Malfoy!" Harry threatened but lost track when he realized that the pure-blooded Draco had actually used a sentence involving a muggle-sport. "Wait! You know what a football is?" He had to ask. Draco chuckled.
"Yes Potter, I know the most honorable sport of Britain." Draco said and once again Harry ended up staring at the blond-headed Slytherin.
"How?" Harry asked after a little struggle. Draco just shook his head and chuckled to himself.
"Harry?" Suddenly a voice, multiplied by two, asked and Harry turned to face what he knew was Fred and George.
"Hi." He said. "When did you get here?" He asked while the twins stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Draco. Draco, very uncharacteristic, gave them both a big smile.
"Weasleys." He greeted. "Is he NICE to Fred and George? Err… as nice as he can be, at least…" His brain wanted to know. The twins kept on staring and Draco was clearly enjoying this. "How are you?" He asked politely but a creepy Slytherin-grin was twitching in his face. This seemed to wake the two elder boys up and they nodded at him.
"Very well, thank you Malfoy." George said… or was it Fred… and they glared at him. Draco sneered at them.
"I heard you opened up a joke-shop?" Draco asked. "Bringing in the big cash now, are we?" The twins started to look as confused as Harry felt right now.
To every Weasley any Malfoy was an enemy and they seemed to like it that way, so why was THIS Malfoy, the one enjoying to torment the Weasleys most of all suddenly all nice and friendly towards them?
"What's the matter, Weasleys? The cat got your tongues?" Draco asked dryly and stared at them.
"Well, yeah, we do get a lot of money." Eventually Fred said.
"But we didn't start for them!" George decided to peek in.
"Something that a Malfoy hardly can understand!" They messed in perfect harmony.
Harry felt like smashing their heads against the wall hard and screaming out loud. How dared they insult his Draco like that?! "They'll die a painful death!" The voices in Harrys head yelled. "Calm down" The last remaining rational voice tried to convince him. "There is a time for that, and a time for this. Draco is a big boy…" "With big mental issues, just like you! What a coincidence! You guys really fit!" "Silence fools!" Harry honestly had no idea of how to act, but luckily he didn't have to because Draco smiled at the twins statement.
"Probably not." He just said, eyes going back to the old sofa. "But obviously Potter here does!" He stated smirking towards Harry. Fred and George stared from one and the other and then to Harry, who just shrugged his shoulders. A heavy silence fell over the room and Harry felt like he would have to cut through it only to get out.
The twins shifted feet as one and the same, Harry started to feel the silence blocking out the oxygen and was starting to panic and Draco, well Draco was Draco – the ice prince – so he looked as always like he belonged right where he stood. His grey eyes pierced through everything and he looked deep in Harrys eyes before letting out a small sigh.
"So… we still on for tonight, Potter?" He asked and slightly confused Harry nodded. Somehow Draco had gotten Harry to agree to get, as he said, totally wasted tonight but what he meant now Harry wondered.
"Yeah, Ginny is going home to The Burrow today so it's just you and me." He answered and smiled at the twins when mentioning their home. Draco seemed to mutter something under his breath but Harry failed to hear it. Although knowing Draco, it probably was something about The Burrow.
"Splendid!" The Slytherin answered, showing of his snobby-rich-people accent. "I'll see you at… seven then?" He asked and Harry stared.
"Uhm, what?" He asked and Draco's eyes went wide.
"Oh, right, I forgot!" Draco smirked. "I have some things that need to be done, but I'll come back at seven, kay." He said, formed as a question but said as an ultimatum.
"Oh, okay…" Harry shrugged. "What you going to do?" He then asked and received a glare from Draco.
"Just stuff." Draco said plainly and pulled out his wand again. "So I leave my stuff here then." He said, nodding at his bag that Harry still hold in a dead-mans-grip.
"Uhm… yeah…" Harry answered and Draco nodded again.
"Well, send my regards to ms Weasley." He said and Harry suddenly wondered why he addressed her as such. Nodding towards the twins he smirked and then he disappeared without even a sound. Damn he was good at apparition!
The twins stared at him while he was lost in his own little world.
"Who was that?" George asked and Harry looked up confused.
"Excuse me?" He asked stupidly.
"The one who has dunk polyjuice potion to look like Malfoy!" Fred told him and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Sorry to disappoint you guys but that was the real Malfoy…" Harry said and finally dropped Draco's bag.
"No it wasn't!" One twin said.
"This one didn't try to spit on us or ignore us or insult us from the moment he saw us, ain't that right, George?" Fred said and George nodded.
"Very right indeed, Fred."
"Therefore, that was not Draco Malfoy." They said in harmony and Harry sighed.
"Draco has never spitted on you!" He stated and the twins looked at each other.
"How do you know?" They asked and Harry grinned at them.
"'Cause that's too easy for him! Anyone can spit, therefore he would not. He's Draco Malfoy and he can't afford doing the small stuff!" He said matter of factly and nodded. "He's one of a kind…"
