Title: Angel
Author: Magicallioness
Rating: T
Warning(s): no beta, since these pieces are far to short to bug anyone with. Besides, it'll mostly be last minute work. Semi-naked Malfoy
Beta: none
Word count: 722
Disclaimer: Anything belonging to the HP universe belongs to J.K. Rowling and others who have bought the rights to meddle with her toys. Anything that's not is mine, unless stated otherwise. I'm just playing around here, not making money, so please don't sue.
Author's note: Follows 4. Personal Space if you want to place them in chronological order.
Summary: Harry has to search for Draco again. He finds him half naked...
7. ANGEL
When Harry finally came in for breakfast Malfoy was gone, an empty plate and teacup in the sink the only witnesses of him ever being there. The former Gryffindor sighed as he went in search of his charge again. It irritated him that Malfoy kept wandering off, but this time he really couldn't blame him; his little outburst back in Lilly's garden had been uncalled for.
"Malfoy?" Harry called, while climbing up the double staircase that led from the mansion's entrance to the first floor. The lush red carpet muffled his footfalls, so maybe that's why Malfoy never heard him coming. Or perhaps he was just preoccupied with whatever he was thinking about, because he certainly looked distracted. Whatever it was, he jumped almost a foot in the air when Harry called him again and nearly lost the towel wrapped around his waist. Harry snickered.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Malfoy blustered, hanging onto both his towel and what was left of his dignity as he turned around. But Harry didn't care for Malfoy's dignity or his heart for that matter; he was struck by the image of Malfoy's naked upper body. Soft, pale, but slightly pinkish skin moulded over toned muscles that had remained slim nonetheless. A drop of water disconnected from a light blond strand of hair and ran down Malfoys neck and chest, touching the tip of a jagged dark line that crossed the otherwise perfect skin.
I've marred an angel, was the first coherent thought that entered Harry's mind. He shook his head at the stupidity of comparing Draco Malfoy with an angel - a demon, yes, his own personal demon perhaps - but never an angel.
"Potter? Potter!" Green eyes refocused as Harry finally realized Malfoy was talking to him, or snapping at him, to be honest. He raised his eyes to Malfoy's, but never got the change to say anything.
"Finally! Is there a reason I'm standing in your hallway, wearing only a towel?" there was an undertone of utter contempt in Malfoy's voice, and Harry was surprised to find that after all these years, it still hurt.
"I dunno, is there?" he returned the question. Malfoy opened his mouth to snap at him, but closed it again upon realizing that he was indeed standing in Harry Potters hallway, wearing nothing but a towel. He shrugged.
"I took a shower, left my clothes in the bedroom. Why were you looking for me?" it was clearly visible that it took him a great deal of effort, but Harry didn't miss the fact that it was Malfoy who tried to bend the situation back into a normal conversation.
"Like I told you, I'm supposed to keep an eye on you at all times. That's kinda hard to do when you keep running off," he left the request not to do that again unspoken. There was simply no way he would politely ask Draco Malfoy to stay in his direct vicinity.
"I really didn't want to be around you just then," Malfoy told him, making Harry wonder if there was ever a time when Malfoy did want to be around him. He couldn't imagine there was.
"I know, I'm sorry," Harry managed an apology, even if it was a bit forced and Malfoy nodded his acceptance. He then looked at Harry for long moments, his head slightly cocked to the right, as if studying a painting or a piece of art.
"It's your mothers garden, isn't it?" he wanted to know and Harry felt irritation well up again at the fact that his school nemesis had understood, while he'd had to explain it to Ron and Hermione. That didn't mean he wanted to talk about it with Malfoy though.
"It is. I'll be taking a shower while you get dressed. I'll leave the door open, so just yell if anything happens and I'll be right there, okay?" Harry had already reached the bathroom door, a hand on the doorknob, when Malfoy's words stopped him dead in his tracks.
"I guess I'm not supposed to yell just to watch you run in stark naked, hm? Oh well, I'll find another way." And with that, Malfoy disappeared into the bedroom he now shared with Harry.
