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Chapter 9
Harry Potter is tired. He hasn't been getting much good and unbothered sleep. It's a good thing it's term break because he cannot afford to miss any classes. He sighs, his mouth mumbling incoherent words under his breath about the current pathetic situation he is in and how he manages to fall into it. Ever since he was a kid, luck has never been on his side. He sighs again when his stomach gives a growl, demanding food. He crouches to sit on the pavement on the road.
His phone starts to ring, after a brief glance on the caller ID, he eagerly answers 'Sir, is the coast clear? Can I come back now?'
Instead of answering, Blaise promptly asks 'Where are you, Harry?'
'Me? Er, I'm in Hogsmeade'
Without missing a beat, the line is cut off.
Harry stares confusingly at his phone, puzzled. Less than a minute later, the phone rings again, from the same previous caller.
'Where in Hogsmeade exactly?'
'Well, you know Madam Puddifoot's. Yeah, I'm outside'
'Okay' A silence stretched until Blaise says 3 words before abruptly hanging up again 'I'm sorry, Harry'
'What do you me-' Harry chokes on his own reply when, out of the corner of his eye, he spots platinum blonde hair. Blaise is behind his boss, after tucking his phone into his pocket, gives Harry a sympathetic look. Harry green eyes go wide as his heart seems to stop beating. The devil himself is here! When Draco sees him, Harry's mind goes blank.
Draco let out a smirk 'There you are' ascending towards the small black-haired boy.
Harry's body instantly stands up on its own accord, already having the same thought as his mind; to run like the bloody apocalypse was behind him. For this current situation, that metaphor might be slightly true. Dear Merlin, my parents in heaven whose faces I don't even remember, please save me! I'm only 23 years old! Don't you think I'm too young to die, let alone tortured in the hands of the devil himself?
Harry let out a pain growl as his face comes in contact with a hard brick wall, his glasses painfully digging into his skin. Draco's hand is clamped on the back side of his neck, securing his position of being sandwiched between the wall and Draco behind him. Draco's breathing is ragged, panting heavily after half an hour of high pursuit and his pale face is covered in sweat, thanks to the heating sun.
'You insolent git! You dare made me run after you like some dog!' Draco bellows.
'I'm sorry, boss' Harry hastily says, his pronunciation obscured by the wall in front of his face 'I didn't do it on purpose'
Draco's grip on his neck loosens slightly as the blonde tries to comprehend what is his youngest employee is talking about. 'What the fuck are you on about?'
'I was cleaning and then, I sort of … ' Harry, oblivious to Draco's confusion, rambles on ' It was an accident, boss. I promise to pay you back little by little. Well, as soon as I can find a job that-'
'Quiet!' But it wasn't his boss short-fused temper that shuts Harry up, it was the sharp blow sent to the back of his head by the boss's hand. Harry let out yet another growl in pain, rubbing the back of his head which is starting to throb. Harry turns around, seeing Draco's face irritated face as he growls under his breath.
'Fuck, it's bloody hot!' Draco huffs out, annoyed as it's only his true nature to absolutely loath the hot weather. 'I can't go back to the office sweating like a bloody pig. Follow me' Draco commands. 'And if you run away again, I swear I'll kill you'
'Yes, sir' Harry obediently follows his boss.
'You're so good-looking boss!' Harry says enthusiastically as Draco dries his blonde hair using a towel. 'You're parents must be so proud-'Harry's sentence is cut off when a damp towel smash right into his face.
'Enough with that annoying voice' Draco says, his face deadpan but actually, he quite likes the attention.
Draco Malfoy is currently sitting on a bed in a hotel room. He insisted that looking like he just went through a typhoon is not acceptable appearance, even in front of his loyal staffs. Being rich and spoilt since he was a kid makes the individual more prone to make complete unnecessary and daft decisions, Harry reckon. His youngest employee, said Harry, is a few feet away, his glasses on the small table, enjoying the view of Hogsmeade whilst fumbling with the knot of his bath robe.
Draco removes his own robe and just finished zipping up his pants when something curious catches his eye. 'You didn't come here to visit your folks, did you?' Draco utters, not bother for answer 'I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't make such hideous marks on their own son'
Harry's poor knot of his robe loosens slightly, revealing his torso; multiple but small marks scattered all over his toned chest and the base of his neck. Hastily, Harry grabs the sides of the robe and wraps it around his torso, his cheeks and neck painted with a graceful shade of red. 'Ahaha … er, yeah …' Harry had to fight off the advances of the friend who gave him a place to stay when he fled.
But before he could retort, his boss gives a remark 'So you found another dodgy bloke off the streets already?'
'No, that's not- ' Harry is cut off when his boss's hand grabs his arm, surprising him and resulting in him dropping to his knees as Draco swirls him around to face the blonde. Draco's long slender fingers stroke the side of Harry's face, his smoke-coloured eyes scrutinizing the green eyes that almost caught him off guard. 'You're not that good-looking' Draco mutters, his eyes unlocking from the green ones to examine other features of the face in front of him.
Hearing his boss's comment, Harry can't help but feel irritated 'Maybe I'm not compared to you, but other people think I'm a complete knock-out'
'Yes, I reckon you're not that bad-looking' Draco drawls, his eyes fix on the emerald ones once again. With stealth-like movements, Harry feels soft fabric on his back; he is somehow thrown onto the bed by a predatory Draco Malfoy who is dangerously towering over him. He is too stunned to respond to the sudden change in their positions.
However, he did respond when he felt the same fingers that was previously stroking his face a few moments ago on the inside of his right thigh. His leg reflexively jerks, trying to avoid the seeking hand. Harry leans up, his arms managing his weight 'What are you doing, boss?'
In other situations, Draco would have hit the black-haired boy under him for being so daft. Instead, he replies 'What does it looks like? I'm just trying to have a little fun with you' Draco grabs one of Harry's arms and pulls the smaller man closer to him. Harry let out an almost strangled noise when he felt a hot mouth on his neck, his boss's tongue expertly already lapping on the soft skin. 'Boss, wait!' he manages to stutter out.
To his surprise, the blonde actually retreat, his face merely inches from Harry. 'Now, what?'
Harry is lost for words. His boss's face is literally right in front of him. He could clearly see every little outline of Draco's pale face; how the soft platinum blonde hair compliments, even as far outstands his high cheekbone beautifully that it could be considered a sin for someone to have such complete beauty; how those lush pink lips glistens so deliciously; how the colour of his eyes shine such a stunning shade of silver under the light, clouded with unfulfilled lust. With the fact that his boss haven't put on a shirt yet makes the white torso presented in front of Harry more miraculous. Draco looks like a fallen angel.
When the beautiful angel's expression starts to reveal a hint of impatience, Harry quickly replies 'What about Neville?'
'What does he matter?' Draco swiftly retorts before, once again, launching at the young man underneath him. Harry yelp in surprise, honestly, Draco could be a ninja for all he know for having such amazing reflexes. Both of Harry's hands clutch each of Draco's shoulder blades, trying to push him away but the effort proves to be fruitless. 'Boss, I don't-'
'What the fuck are you playing at? You were practically drooling over me since you met me and now you're fucking refusing?' Draco bellows, his hands on each side of Harry's head.
Harry really shouldn't be much surprised that the blonde noticed his supposedly hidden fascination towards the other man. 'This is different, sir' Harry finds himself saying.
'Shut the fuck-'Draco is silenced when he senses a soft touch between his legs. He looks down. Harry is cautiously cupping the bulge on his pants with one hand. Although the touch is completely welcomed, Draco is still darn pissed. 'What the-'
'Think of it as me providing you immediate release to your suppressed desire' Harry responds 'Alright, but this is as far as we go' he decides to compromise.
Harry slowly pulls down the zipper.
Draco lets out a breath when he feels Harry's mouth on him. Both of his hands rest palm down on the bed as he is swallowed whole. Draco's breathing is becoming shallower with every suck. It's probably because he hasn't been getting much amazing action lately, but Draco could feel his body heating up, his veins on fire and his heart rapidly beating with his mouth letting out silent shaky breaths. He probably underestimated Harry's 'skills' far too much.
Harry, on the other hand, is silently rethinking his current situation and his abrupt decision, partially due to his mouth being occupied at the moment. He is very relieved that he didn't give in too easily. With only having experience with being a pitcher every one of his sexual relationships, suddenly being bottom makes him completely clueless. Besides, with the size of Draco's member, he assume the damage it could cause is quite colossal; he probably couldn't walk properly for the next few days if they did do it.
Grabbing his robe swiftly, Draco flips Harry, now with his stomach on the bed. Draco's hands harshly locking Harry's arm behind his back. Harry releases a surprise yelp, yet again.
'I can't take this anymore' Draco says huskily, his eyes still hooded with lust.
'But, boss! Please I already told you! I don't want to!' Harry shouts out, struggling within the blonde's firm grip.
'Why not?' Draco asks, his tone with a slight hint of being offended. Harry turns his head around because despite his tone, Draco's hold on his arm remains rigid. Draco stares right into his own eyes. Even without his glasses, Harry could clearly observe the beautiful silver colour of his boss's eyes. Fighting off those angelic eyes might as well be a war that is lost before it even started.
But then an image resurfaces itself in Harry's mind; small and vulnerable Neville, his face overwhelm with such rejection and betrayal.
'Please, move' Harry gently pushes the tall blonde away, his tone and face entirely serious. 'He may not mean anything to you, but Neville was my everything' Harry take a breath before continuing 'I really cared for him. Even now, I still love him so much' Harry says, leveled, sitting on the edge of the bed with his black fringe slightly clouding his face.
I was lying, of course. I don't feel for Neville the way I used to. But I can't bear to see that look on his face again. That heart-wrenching expression when Neville had caught me cheating.
Stunned, Draco leans back. Stunned from Harry's rejection or Harry's sudden confession towards his ex-lover, he isn't quite sure which. 'Fuck …' he mutters under his breath.
I felt bad, so that is why I decided to give you guys an update! even though I said i'm not going to until I graduate (Sadly, I finish school by November. But I''ll try to slip in a couple of updates here and there). But, believe it or not, your reviews really motivated me so please, keep 'em coming! x
