A/N: Before anything I would like to thank everyone who has commented on this story, who have added it to their favorite stories and author lists, and who have added this story to their story alert list. Up until about a month ago, I hadn't written in several years because I feared my writing would never live up to what the people around me expected it to be. For every single email I got from telling me that somebody enjoyed this story enough to do something about it made me happier then any of you can imagine. So thank you.
I would also like to apologize, this chapter has been unbeta'd so if there are any mistakes, I do apologize in advance and will try to get them fixed as soon as I can.
Warnings: Same as first chapter. This is the last chapter I'm going to post a warning on UNLESS it does contain lemon. Of which I will put a warning on just for those who like the mushy fluff slash but not so much the lemon =]
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters owned by JK Rowling.
On with the show!
The Spark.
Chapter Two:
A horrified cry of "MALFOY?!" reached Draco's ears.
Draco closed his eyes, gulped and re opened them, hoping that this was all some horrible, horrible dream. When he realized it wasn't, Draco couldn't help but screech in a very unMalfoyish way,
"POTTER?!?!?!"
'' was about the only thought running through the blond beauties mind at that moment. How could the person, who set his body on fire just moments before, be the one and only savior of the wizarding world, and the bane of Draco's existence? He thought that he had gotten rid of his high school nemesis the minute they finished their belated seventh year after the war was won by the light. Apparently not. Draco took a step back from the man in front of him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, praying that this was all a dream. As he slowly opened his eyes he was met by vibrant emerald green orbs that seemed to suck him into their depths. Draco pinched his nose in frustration waiting for the boy in front of him to say something. When he didn't, Draco sighed dramatically before taking control of the situation.
"Potter. What. The. Fuck. Why the hell were you molesting me?" He questioned with a glare in his eye.
Harry clenched his fists at this, fighting to control the ball of anger that was rapidly building up in his chest. "Molesting you? Ha! If you call that molesting you are much sadder and inexperienced then I initially thought!" He spat at the blonde.
Draco reeled back as if he had been slapped. While the thought of everything he had just done with a man he didn't know had actually been done with his one time enemy confused Draco, he by no means thought the experience was a waste of time. Although he'd never admit this aloud, Harry's words had stung Draco. More then a Malfoy would ever admit even to himself.
"Fuck you Potter" Draco muttered in a defeated tone as he pushed past the raven haired man, exiting from the club and apparating from an empty alleyway, leaving behind a very stunned and confused Harry Potter.
Later that night Draco was sitting on the couch in front of the fire in his apartment in the muggle part of London. He sipped on his glass of scotch on the rocks absentmindedly as he stared at the fire, pondering over everything that had happened that night. The dance with Potter, it was different. Just the touch of Potters hand on his bare skin started a fire deep within Draco, a fire which worried him immensely. But what worried Draco the most, was how much he cared about Potters reaction. Draco knew that he didn't exactly act in a mature manner towards his school nemesis, but the boy's reaction hurt Draco a lot more then he wanted to admit even to himself.
Boy… Draco scoffed at this thought. Potter was far more then a boy. He had grown up and matured visibly since leaving Hogwarts. His hair, while still wild and unruly, had been grown out more then what it was in school, and managed to weigh itself down a bit to create more of a 'just been shagged' look. His glasses were nowhere in sight within the club, and Draco wondered whether Potter now opted for muggle contacts, or if he had gotten his eyes magically fixed. Either way, without glasses blocking the way Potters eyes were visibly bright emerald orbs, which, like in the club, seemed to drag people within their depths. In addition to this, Potters physique had matured a lot since school too. Long gone was the gangly, malnourished young teen, and in its wake, was this figure of beauty and pure muscle. Harry could not have been any taller then Draco himself, but his build was much stockier and well defined. Draco sighed as he imagined how Potters body looked underneath the tight white wife beater and leather pants that he opted for in the club, imagining how good that body felt beneath his hands.
Draco sighed as he took a large swig from his glass, startled as he heard a loud knock at the door followed by a "Babe… It's me. Let me in yeah?" Draco glanced at the clock which read 2.34am, which meant that the only person on the other side of the door could be James coming to check up on Draco after his outburst in the club a few hours earlier. Draco muttered an unlocking spell and waved his hand at the door, too tired and languid to use his wand for the simple spell, let alone get up himself and open the door.
As soon as the door was open James rushed over to the couch, sitting down beside Draco and taking grabbing his hands and holding onto them firmly.
"Hun… What on earth happened tonight? I saw you dancing with that… absolutely delectable man and next second you were storming out of the club and gone before I could even ask why!" James began, staring intently into Draco's eyes, worried about his close friend.
Draco shrugged, glancing up at James before looking back into the fire, glaring at the ember flames as if they held the answer to the inner turmoil within Draco.
"Draco… look at me." James demanded. "What the hell happened?"
Draco sighed indigently and looked up at James, retelling the events that happened that night, and then relaying exactly who Harry Potter was to his friend.
"So let me get this straight. You hated the git all through school.. Haggarts or whatever it was called"
"Hogwarts" Draco corrected absentmindedly.
"Whatever. So you hated the git. Fought like cats and dogs. This is when you were a right git yourself and were a puppet of whatsis face… the oh evil one who wanted to rule the world. But then he found out you were good, you helped him defeat the dark lord, then you go back to school and still hate each other?"
"Sounds about right" Draco mumbled before standing up to refill his now empty drink.
"And tonight he just comes from nowhere, you both start practically going at it on the dance floor, until you turn around and you both freak out?"
Draco paused before nodding glumly and taking another mouthful of his drink.
"And now your sitting here wallowing in your own self pity and wondering why on earth it had to be him of all people that lit that fire within you?"
Draco chocked on his drink and ungracefully tried to regain his breath at his friends absolutely obsurd yet not so far from the truth summary of his evening.
"I thought as much." James mumbled.
Draco moved to sit down beside his friend again, sighing before working out exactly how to phrase his next statement.
"James, what do I do? He's Harry fucking Potter for God's sake! He could have anyone in the wizarding or muggle world! He picked me, for two seconds I actually caught his eye, and my God, It was amazing, but he's realized who I am now! I'm never ever going to see him again James. And I'm scared that was it for me. With Potter… Harry… It was different to everyone else. There was… a spark. His hands on my skin… it felt like… magic…" Draco trailed off realizing the stupidity behind his statement.
"Babe, who said it wasn't magic? You've been with other wizards before yeah?" Draco nodded as he continued. "And you haven't felt that before. And you haven't felt it with any muggle either. So why can't it be your own type of special magic? You two had chemistry babe, anyone in that damn club could see it. Whether your ready to admit it or not, there was something there. From one dance you've gotten yourself all miserable, and I've never ever seen you do this to yourself. So its about time you made a positive move in your life."
"But what do I do James? I don't work in the wizarding world. Besides my mother, I don't talk to anyone from that world! And I have no idea where to even begin to find Harry bloody Potter without re entering that world and opening up old wounds!" Draco exclaimed as he stood up and began to pace his apartment.
Draco stopped abruptly and had traces of a smile on his face as his friend quietly made a proposition Draco could not refuse.
"What if I knew how to contact Harry for you?"
To Be Continued…
A/N: I'm not overly happy with this chapter. It was slow moving and not a whole lot happened, but it needed to be there to understand different friendships/relationships in this story. I promise the next one will be a bit more interesting remember that reviews make me happy and therefore write and update faster
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