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Chance Meetings

AU/AR: Draco/Harry

(Non-magic alternate universe)

Chapter Two: Ride

Harry stood in front of the door to his English 102 class, breathing to calm himself. He was a few minutes early, but he was sure that Draco Malfoy would be inside. Side-stepping, he allowed a few students inside ahead of him. He pretended to fiddle with his knapsack before breathing out deeply.

"Plan to stand there the whole bit of class Harry?" a smooth, silky baritone sounded directly into his ear, tickling the shell of his ear with hot breath. He quickly clasped his ear with his hand and whirled around to look at a very smug, very amazing looking Draco Malfoy.

Today, Malfoy fashioned simple faded denim jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his every curve...of muscle that is. A well-tailored black-leather jacket featuring a large green snake hung over his arm and in the other, a sleek black helmet. Harry admired the other for a good few minutes before chuckling disrupted his focus. He jerked and was locked in an clear blue gaze.

"Like what you see?"

"Wha—no, um I mean to say, I was just admiring your mus—helmet," Harry recovered quickly. Inwardly cursing, he straightened his backside and fixed his gaze unmoving from the taller man.

Draco lifted the helmet with a smile that blinded Harry momentarily—so handsome. It was such a gorgeous smile. The hard, beautiful lines of Draco's face all but lit up with it. "Oh, this? Its for my Nimbus. After class, I can take you for a ride...on my Nimbus that is."

Harry swallowed and smiled in his usual awkward way. Fixing his spectacles and readjusting his backpack, Harry shook his head lightly. "I don't have a helmet. Thanks though." He meant it. It was obvious that Draco was putting in great strides to talk to him, so he would do the same. "We can uh, get some tea or.."

Draco held open the door for Harry, and he trailed off before stepping inside the class. The taller blonde led them to the back of the class and motioned for Harry to sit next to him. After a moment's hesitation, Harry finally sat down.

"I have an extra," Draco offered. Harry was suddenly cotton-mouthed. He had never ridden on a motorcycle, and Draco looked like a bit of a speed junky. However, Harry was unable to say no to those beautiful clear orbs and merely nodded his head in admission. "Lovely. I look forward to showing you how well I ride."

Harry nodded again, not missing the innuendo imposed in the word. He was obviously dealing with a bloke 'operator' of sorts. Charming and experienced. Harry got the distinct feeling of being in over his head in respects to his pale, handsome classmate.

Thankfully, Draco had not repeated his straying hand through the lesson, and it went on without much of a word between them. As soon as class was over though, Draco was leading him back towards the lot where a sleek black and silver bike rested. It was as beautiful as its owner. The chrome and black finish was adorned with a winding green snake that was artfully painted coiling over the main body of the bike.

"Wicked," Harry said admiring the beautiful bike. Draco threw a long leg over the body and grabbed an extra helmet from the backside, offering it to Harry. It felt like the tall blonde may do this often in order to always have an extra on hand, but he quickly shook it off. Harry accept the helmet and put it on but not without difficulty.

"Come here," Draco demanded with a chuckle. "You are rubbish at this."

"Its my first time. Of course I'm rubbish..." Harry mumbled but came forward any way.

Long fingers adjusted the inside strap, and then strayed to his neck, touching lightly before running down his arm to jerk him forward. Harry startled forward, letting out a surprised gasp and receiving another chuckle in response.

"Get on for bloody sakes," Draco taunted.

"I am! ...its this black blob here right," Harry asked feeling the black blob with his hands.

"That's my torso," Draco teased. "Feel free to keep touching around there though. I'm sure you'll discover something worth your while."

Harry jerked his hands back. "Apparently you and the bike share distinctive similarities." Harry babbled off.

"Hard to the touch and an amazing ride? I would agree." Harry did not have to see the man's face to know he wore a smirk. Instead of replying, he just went about trying to find the seat again. Bloody eyesight...

He could barely make out a bloody thing having to remove his spectacles to get the helmet on. After somehow managing to get on the back of the bike, he realized just how close their bodies were. A sudden modest thought crept through him, but his arms were jerked to wrap around the man's lithe waist. Draco's waist was taunt with well-defined abdominal which he briefly quested with his fingers.

"Hold on tight," Draco warned. "Never had anyone fall off the back before, but somehow, I can see you being the first..." He chuckled as Harry jerked backwards.

"You prat!"

"Handsome prat." Draco added before pulling Harry forward and causing him to mold against the broad backside of the taller man. Kicking the bike into gear, he pulled out with a well-practiced movement, and then they were lurching forwards.

Harry could barely hear anything over the motor as they swerved through traffic. His arms tightened impossibly as his body trembled with the speed. He was right to assume that Draco liked his speed because they were flying down the street without much of a pause. It was an amazing feeling, however. Unlike anything Harry had ever experienced. The lightness of his body hugging the body of the motorcycle, feeling the steady vibrations between his legs. It was a powerful feeling. An addictive and powerful feeling.

They flew down back streets and between the steady traffic of cars before they were slowing. Dusk was hitting just beyond the horizon, setting a beautiful mixture of reds, pinks, and oranges to paint the skyline. They stopped in front of a building before Draco was parking the bike and helping a very shaky leg Harry from the bike. He felt like his legs were jelly as he did his best to steady his body after such an exhilarating experience.

"Well..." Harry said regaining a bit of his composure. He pulled off the helmet and his dark hair stuck unattractively to his forehead. Pushing the wet fringe aside, he put on his spectacles before fixing his gaze on Draco who looked just as handsome as he had in the beginning of the ride. "That was an experience."

Draco's mouth upturned in a smirk before he turned to walk inside the small pub. It was filled with locals as Harry followed him inside. He watched Draco briefly speak with the manager before leading Harry back into a private booth hidden away from all the bustle of the local drunks and pub-goers.

"Nice place," Harry said absently.

"Mm," Draco was right next to him in the booth, their thighs touching. Harry scooted a bit to give them a little distance. "Afraid I might do something Harry?"

"I would never flatter myself to that extent," Harry replied dryly. That earned him a laugh as he was met with a sparkling gaze in the low light. He was being fairly honest. He wasn't sure why Draco would be interested in him when it appeared he not only had looks but money as well. Harry was a simple orphan living and breathing college life in a run down flat with his roommate.

"I think you are unaware of just how truly attractive you are," Draco offered with a slide of his hand over Harry's thigh. It caused him to jerk as he eyed Draco suspiciously. The other man's hand trailed from his lower to higher thigh, leaving a hot path in its wake. Harry had lost his ability to breath as the new sensations of the touch sent shivers down the length of his spine. "You are truly innocent..."

"Innocent?" Harry asked. Harry jerked away from the touch, crossing his arms against his chest. "Because I don't shag every bloke I just met? Some of us have a sense of self to respect our need for companionship."

"Is that right?" Draco questioned with the raise of an eyebrow. "Are you making assumptions about me Harry Potter?"

Harry stopped in his train of thought. It was true that he assumed that because Draco seemed well-practiced in this area that he had made the assumption that the other was therefore some kind of player. Feeling guilty, he turned away and slumped in defeat. "Sorry..."

"No bother," Draco replied with the wave of a hand. "I am not without a past, but I do have standards."

Harry nodded as the silence fell around them. He wished the booth would swallow him whole but soon their waiter was there, and he was suddenly aware of just how easy Draco fell into the leading role. Draco ordered their meal, and Harry was baffled when the spread came because it was unlike anything he had ever tasted. The choice of wine was a beautiful mix with the sauce and meat mixture on their plates.

It was then that Harry caught on that this was similar to a date. He stopped mid-bite to stare at the handsome man beside him that chewed with such finesse that he felt his appetite wane with his bad manners.

Draco peered at him before setting down his silverware. Pushing aside the meal, Draco leaned toward him and forced Harry's eyes to his. "Would you prefer to continue where we left off before dinner?" Draco's hand trailed over Harry's thigh once more; this time, it traveled over his groin and then up beneath the material of his shirt. His breathing hitched as fingertips mapped the flesh they found there.

Draco's gaze had become predatory as he leaned further forward. The softest brush of lips against his own was his only warning before fingers curled around the waistband of his trousers and pulled him forward, settling him firmly against the other man's mouth. Harry gasped in surprise but as soon as his lips parted, a hot muscle plunged the depths effectively silencing his cries. It was his first kiss and the mountain of sensations he was receiving with it was making his head dizzy with pleasure.

Soft but dominating lips met his own, moving against them and coaxing Harry's eager response. It was an amazing feeling wrapped in the warmth as their tongues battles between them. Harry's felt hot as the mouth continued to move against his in the heat of their passion. He could feel the strain of his erection in his trousers. Fingers danced over the material covering it, eliciting a surprised moan with the friction. Harry pulled away and those lips immediately attached to his sensitive neck, sucking enough to probably bruise before running a hot tongue along his collarbone.

"You are truly delectable," Draco breathed into his ear. "Return to my flat with me. It would be a waste to continue here..."

Harry shook his head, finally freeing himself of the pleasure haze. "Can't."

Draco pulled Harry flush against his body and nibbled his ear. "Yes, you can."

Harry bit his lip but continued to shake his head. Breathless he replied, "I can't." Pushing Draco from him, he quickly removed himself from the booth to eye the taller man with his best confidence. "I am not shagging you on the first date."

Harry placed twenty quid on the table top for his share of the meal. He turned on his heels despite his uncomfortable groin and left the flushed Draco in his wake. It was the second time he had left Draco in the midst of their coupling, but Harry knew if he didn't, he would more than likely end up in Draco's flat. Hailing a cab, he returned home a little more for wear and with less pocket money for groceries.

"Poof or not, you are definitely a prude." Ron said with a nod of his head. Harry sighed as he settled back into their old, worn couch. Kicking off his shoes, he regarded his best mate. Regardless of the teasing, Ron was always there to listen. After he had gotten done telling Ron what had happened with class, he told him about the sudden date and small details about snogging.

"He just seems experienced..."

"...bloody right he is! Looks and money usually means always getting shagged," Ron replied simply. "If I were into blokes, which I'm not, then I'd be out of my bloody mind not to shag him."

Harry gave him a glare.

"Just saying," Ron responded quickly. "At least you would have a good first time. I'm sure he would make it...super special...and you would be thanking him at the end saying how much you enjoyed his shagging abilities."

"I think there is a screw missing in that head of yours," Harry replied while pointing to Ron's head.

"No," Ron said shaking his head. "I'm a bloke, mate. Shagging is about all I am interested in."

"I will make sure to relay that information to Hermione."

"Bloody bastard," Ron said stalking forward, fingers out in a tickle stance. "I'll make sure you never talk...now come here!" Before Ron could pounce, however, Harry's mobile started to go off in his pocket. Throwing off his friend as he made to finish their play, he answered.

"Little mousie," came the smooth baritone that perked his ears and nether regions.

"Mousie..."

"Yes, you are. Always skittering off like a little mouse when things are starting to get heated," Draco explained.

"Wait," Harry said realizing that he had never given Draco his number. "How did you get my mobile number?"

"I have my ways little mousie," Draco said, probably smirking at his cleverness. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well then," Harry straightened. "What did you want?"

"I want you," Draco said chuckling. "-to join me tomorrow."

Harry sighed. "For what?"

"I'll pick you up at noon," Draco said ignoring his question.

"Wait-" Harry was cut off by the sound of a dial tone. Cursing, he pocketed his mobile. Draco was certainly use to having all the control. How did Draco know where he lived? He didn't ask Harry for his address or his schedule. How did he know that tomorrow was a day off from school or that he wasn't working during the day? Too many questions flooded into his head, but Harry felt the little bubble of excitement in his belly.

Ron was relaxing and watching the telly while Harry pondered his day tomorrow. He was not too sure what he should wear since Draco had told him nothing as to where they were going. Feeling slightly perturbed, he went to bed early and hoped for tomorrow to come quickly.

"When he takes you to a secluded area, use this," Ron said handing Harry a small whistle.

"What the hell is this Ron?"

"A rape whistle..." Ron smiled. "If you want to shag him though, use this..." Ron handed Harry a condom. Harry was pretty sure these two things were the most contradicting gifts he had ever received from his red-headed mate.

"I don't know what to say..." Harry held the two things in his hand, afraid to pocket them in fear of their discovery.

"Just say 'no!' or 'oh yes!' and that should cover one of those..." Harry punched his smirking friend in his upper arm. "Ow! ...be careful Harry...I'm fragile..."

"Yeah, sure you are." Harry pushed Ron. "Remind me why I bother telling you any of this?"

"Because you appreciate my input?" Ron rose his eyebrows suggestively.

"No...that's not it." Harry said thinking. "I guess its nice to know that no matter how daft I am...there is someone like you that has me beat."

"Bloody bastard," Ron laughed. "I am uniquely opinionated...not daft."

"Same thing." Harry was pushed forward and merely smiled before getting ready for his outing with Draco.

Draco was standing at the door when Harry walked out of the loo. He had gone with just a casual outfit though he was sure that Draco would pick somewhere out of place for Harry. Deciding he would find out when they got there, he wore a simple t-shirt and jeans. After his issues with the spectacles and helmet, he wore his contacts to avoid any issues.

Draco was just as casually clad. He wore a simple black tank and shorts. It was the first time that Harry had seen all that pale flesh in the light of day; it was truly enamoring. No matter what the taller man wore, he looked fashionable with his hair loose and shining in silky tresses. With exposed arms and legs, Harry was able to catch sight of a few more hidden traces of tattoos—stark against pale flesh and intricate in their patterns. The man's skin glowed in the light, unblemished and truly magnificent.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked quickly.

"Well afternoon to you as well," Draco smirked. "You will see when we get there. Is this your..."

"Ron," Ron was leaning against the opened door. "Harry's best mate...so you will have me to answer to if anything un-unnatural happens." Harry sighed.

"I assure you...nothing unnatural will occur." Draco was smirking again before he was pulling Harry by the waist towards his bike parked in the lot. Harry followed, conscious of the way his body was responding to the warmth of Draco's hand on his hip.

Harry stared at the bike, his heart hammering in his chest at the sight of the black and chrome finish glinting in the afternoon sun. Draco went about putting on Harry's helmet for him, fingers once more trailing the expanse of his neck, and then grabbing him to pull him to hug Draco's backside. It was like a repeat of their first ride. The body of the bike hummed beneath them as they set off down the road and after forty-five minutes of driving, arrived at the large expanse of ocean and sandy beaches.

After parking, Harry stumbled off the bike and looked at the large expanse of water in awe. It had been a long time since he had been to the ocean and the breeze wafted through his nose, smelling of salt and moisture.

"The ocean," Harry said softly.

"Surprised?" Draco asked grinning. He pulled off his helmet and platinum tresses blew with the sea breeze as seagulls called out from overhead. He pulled out a pair of swim trunks from his backpack and handed them to Harry. "Shall we?"

Harry, for the first real time since their meeting, smiled genuinely and with unrestrained glee. "Yeah."