Look At Me, Look At Me . . .
Draco Malfoy threw his keys on the kitchen table and ran a hand through his sweaty white-gold hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, pondered how hard he would have to bang his head into the wall in order to crush his skull, and then decided against it. Instead, he took a deep breath and sat at the table, setting his elbows on the surface just as his mother taught him not to do. He put his face into his clammy hands and he forced out a shuddered sigh. He hated the days when he had to remind himself to breathe.
Out of nowhere, a hand clapped onto his shoulder and he jumped about a foot into the air in alarm. Green eyes smiled down at him, as well as a taunting smirk. "Alright there, Draco?"
"Oh, shut up, Harry," the blond snapped, pushing up from the chair and pushing past the other. "I've had a fucking 'nuff of you today and I don't need you getting into my face about anything else."
The brunet followed him with a sneer. "You've had enough with me?! It was your bloody idea in the first place! How the fuck was I suppose to know you didn't actually want to go through with it?"
"Because you . . . You should have just known." Draco marched away, but only got as far as the second floor landing before Harry caught up and pinned him to the nearest wall. They had a battle with merely their eyes for a moment and, when the warring ended, both were breathing heavily. Finally, Harry lifted a hand and traced a calloused finger across the blond's smooth lips.
"I'm sorry I didn't know." Draco closed his eyes at the whispered words and didn't shy away from the kiss he received. "But now we have a serious problem, luv. We have to get it sold. Get it out of our hands, out of our hair, and then, luv, we'll be alright . . . Alright?" Draco nodded and received another soft peck to his lips. "Alright. Let's go on back downstairs and at least move it."
The blond pulled away from the other's embrace and stepped back down the staircase carefully; he didn't want Harry to see how hard he was shaking. "You pulled the car into the garage, right?"
"Yup."
"Well . . . we'll move it to Ron's car for now and when he comes to pick it up next week, we'll move half of it back into ours to give to Blaise."
"To sell to Blaise," Harry corrected, lightly jogging past the blond and catching him around the waist. He pulled him close and kissed his forehead. "You're seriously not mad, are you love? I mean . . . it was your idea."
"I know it was my idea, Harry," Draco sighed, his hands reaching up to cup the other man's cheeks. "I'm not mad at you."
Green eyes searched his face eagerly, as if hunting for a piece of a lie. Finally, Harry smiled. "Good. That makes me happy. I don't like it when you're mad at me." Draco said nothing, but pulled him down for a long kiss. "Mmm . . . So good. Come on." He took the blond's hand and led him back outdoors where
they were immediately greeted with a wave from one of the neighbors. Harry waved back with their enjoined hands and continued to steer Draco to the garage. Once inside, with the doors securely closed behind them, he unlocked his car, reached into the front and turned on his CD player. Draco cringed as soon as he heard the plucking tones of that wretched song. Harry hummed tonelessly along to it as he popped open his trunk.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars,
No handlebars,
No handlebars . . .
Harry smiled and smoothed a hand up the side of his classic powder blue '69 Ford Mustang before spinning around and smoothing a hand down his best friend's hot red Corvette. "We have fine tastes in cars, me and Ron, don't we luv?"
"Yeah," the blond said softly as he pulled up the top of the trunk and looked down at the two large black duffle bags inside. He bit his lip and turned to look at the other man. "So . . . we're just going to move it, right?"
Harry gave him an arched look. "What the hell else would I do with it, Draco?"
"Sorry." He moved to the Corvette and traced his hands over the keyhole to its trunk. "So Ron's car is just going to stay in the garage for a week?"
"Yup," the brunet said, walking to his trunk and lifting out a heavy bag. "Damn . . . Yeah, that's so that just in case our car gets searched when you or me are going somewhere, the cops don't find anything. They would need a warrant to search the garage."
Draco nodded and moved aside to allow the other space to throw the bag into the Corvette's trunk.
"'Look at me, Look at me, driving and I won't stop and it feels so good to be alive and on top,'" Harry sang softly as he picked up the other bag and carried it to the red car. Finally, both trunks slammed close and the music stopped playing and they were walking out of the garage, hand in hand once more. "Draco, I want ice cream."
"We have ice cream in the fridge, I think."
"No, not that kind. The kind you get walking through the park on a nice day," Harry told him, unlinking their hands, but wrapping his arm around the blond's shoulder and grabbing Draco's other hand. "Walk through the park with me today. I'll get you a cone with strawberry ice cream . . . the kind that you like."
"With artificial flavoring?" Draco snorted. "Cuz that's all the vendors in the park have."
"Shut up, Malfoy, you love that kind."
They must have been sitting under that tree for an hour at the least. It was so comfortable. The breeze was blowing gently, the air was sweet, and the sun was warm and shining, but not in an irritating way. In fact, the sun shined so nicely, that the tree's excellent shade created attractive shadows of leaves on Harry's sleeping face. Draco traced those patterns slowly and lovingly as he cradled the brunet's head in his lap. He ignored the shadows under the man's eyes, but instead planted light kisses on the ones shaped like leaves . . . the one's that were not permanent.
The idea of ice cream had long been forgotten since they walked up to this park. Cotton candy was immediately pounced upon and pocket change for the ice cream when the time arrived was scarce. But Draco didn't mind. Harry was smiling, so Draco didn't mind. He kissed a shadow again. Eyes greener that the leaves that rained around them from the large tree opened slightly and looked into a light grey gaze.
"Hey, luv," Harry whispered.
"Hi, Harry."
"How long have I been out?"
Draco shrugged and leaned back against the tree trunk. He looked straight ahead to see two small children chasing one another for the right to hold a bright golden ball. "I dunno . . . About twenty minutes or so . . ."
"Oh," Harry replied. "We should head back."
"Alright." They stood, brushed themselves off from dirt and grass and leaves and gripped on another's hands as they strolled back out of the park. They reached the iron gates when Harry abruptly stopped and pulled Draco into his arms. They stayed just like that for a moment, twined in a tight embrace as the earth moved around them. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Harry," Draco said softly, reaching up to stroke his lover's pitch black hair. "I love you, too." He felt Harry nuzzle his neck with his nose, then plant a soft kiss against the pale skin. He shivered and Harry pulled away. "What was up with that?"
Harry shrugged and walked through the gates.
"We have dinner with Pansy and her new lover tomorrow."
"I wish you wouldn't call him that," Draco chided, scrubbing his face carefully as Harry flushed the toilet and nudged him aside to get to the sink. Draco nudged back with a laugh. "I think she's really serious about it this time. He's more than a lover to her."
"A boyfriend, then?" Harry chuckled, reaching across Draco to grab a towel and wipe his hands. He threw it back onto the holder, where Draco immediately straightened it up once more, and left the room. "They've only been together for two days. It can't possibly be that serious."
"You hush and come back in here."
"Why?" the brunet asked, his dark head peeking back into the room.
"Because you didn't brush your teeth," Draco informed him, holding up his own toothbrush. Green eyes rolled and Harry marched back into the room.
"Okay, Mom," Harry laughed, picking up his own toothbrush as he pushed himself behind the other, trapping the blond against the counter.
"Harry, stop it," he giggled, pushing back against his boyfriend with his butt. Harry laughed through his mouth full of minty foam and pushed Draco out of the way to spit it out in the sink.
"I just don't get what the big deal about this new guy is. And I dunno why he can't be called a lover; they've probably fucked more than they've talked." Draco jabbed him not so gently in the side with his elbow and continued to brush. "Seriously, luv . . . You know how important we are and I would still consider you my lover."
Draco flushed prettily and rinsed out his mouth. He turned to the man behind him and he wrapped his arms around the other's waist. He pulled him forward and kissed him slowly. Soon Harry was moaning and poised to lift the blond onto the counter to ravish. Instead, he pulled away from the kiss. "Does this mean sex?"
"Uh huh," Draco confirmed, his hands tracing down his lover's chest.
"Yay for me!"
Author's Note: Tell me what you think, please. -DMH