Hear my music
Chapter 10
Draco Malfoy was doing his morning yoga routine and everything was peaceful and going well. He felt happier than he had ever felt in the last three months. He stretched his muscles and while he did that he could not let his mind wander and think about why he wanted to be stretched enough... no matter how sophisticated and pureblood Draco was, his thoughts were still very dirty when he thought about Harry and how he wanted to think dirty, be dirty and... well, just get some action.
Watching the green fields of the Manor, Draco was reminded about the outside world and the fact that he had another date scheduled with the man of his dreams today. This may not seem important, but for the Heir of Malfoy it was indeed a big deal and something which he really cared about.
"Uh, my pretty little one..." the radio in Draco's room sang. The Ramones was one of his favorite Muggle bands and he was very happy that he could listen to them while thinking about what to wear. Such a hard choice...
"Draco, how are you? Not very nervous, I hope?" Narcissa asked peeking her head through the slightly open door. She came in his room as usual every time he had a date. Apparently, or it was just Draco's impression, she was more nervous and impatient than him, which was sort of funny if you come to think about Ms. Malfoy being all interested in spicy details and who kissed who.
"I'm okay, mum. Just trying to figure out what to wear."
"Of course, dear, I'll let you be. Anyway, you are more of a fashionista than I am" she chuckled leaving.
After over two hours of choosing what to wear and finally dressing himself, the blonde-haired man was now sitting in front of the British History Museum. Everyone passing by seemed not at all concerned that such a beauty simply stood there and waited. They all maybe peeked through the chilly night and wondered what he might be doing there, but Draco rested impassible. He waited for the most marvelous boyfriend ever and this was even not enough said when he thought about Harry Potter.
Fuck, FUCK! Why am I such a tit? Why, God, why?
Where the fuck are my car keys?
Harry almost jumped over the green sofa to reach his car keys and be able to get his arse in the car and finally get in front of the British History Museum. The wheels went spinning like mad and he felt like he was finally getting at it. His dragon might have probably been waiting for so long and that drove Harry insane.
The rain was pouring now so hard and when he saw a pale silhouette standing under the museum's roof, his heart rested and inhaled audibly.
"You're late" the fair-haired man scolded him and scrunched his nose. "...and it's a date with me, Potter."
Draco's face was a mix of amusement, fear and something which Harry could not describe, but he supposed it looked like fury or Malfoy pride.
"I..." he started his eyes shut "...mhm, I had some trouble in finding what to wear, so it was worse than Crucio finding something to wear." Draco started laughing so hard it made the other man's heart melt along with his hand, which was now in Draco's hand.
"I should have guessed...maybe I should try to organize your shopping habits a little bit, love."
Harry then assaulted Draco with his lips, kissing and sucking at his lips, neck and everything he could find there exposed, patiently waiting for him. "Maybe" he gasped between kisses "you should try to organize something else" he continued breathlessly, still invading Draco's now inexistent privacy.
"I am taking you somewhere secret" Harry whispered and he waited to see Draco's childish and greedy expression. It was so sweet it made his heart race miles and miles and never stop. He could not get enough of Draco already and that was so goooooood.
"...but, before we go to that place secret, I want to do something which I have been dying to do with someone and haven't yet got the chance."
"O, Mighty Sexy Boyfriend Harry Potter, your wish is demand for me" Draco imitated and his efforts made them both laugh so hard they stepped in the pouring rain.
''THIS" Harry yelled, "this is what I want to do, come on, let's dance in the rain! Come on, Draco!"
Harry started singing and dancing and stretched his arms to get Draco move from the museum's stairs and join him. His dragon laughed and threw himself into the welcoming arms.
"I'm singing in the rain... just singing in the rain...
and holding my perfect boyfriend..." Harry added amused.
"That is so lame!" Draco chanted.
"Oh, that is lame?! Ok then, my love, I'm going to show you what is not so lame anymore" the dark-haired man said with a hint of mystery in his voice.
Draco's eyes engorged when he felt his body being pulled thorough a needle-like hole and he Apparated somewhere he hadn't been before. He was still holding Harry's hand when he noticed the room was poorly lit and that was because of all the candles circling one round space where he could see a variety of pillows and cushions, all covering one carpet on the floor. In front of them was a small wooden table which he assumed contained their dinner.
The candles emanated a powerful and rosy like smell which was delirious for Draco.
Harry watched his boyfriend open his mouth and then close it back again. Words would not come out of Draco's mouth, but that was fine because when he fell on the floor he could not feel anything but lips melting, heated bodies touching and one husky voice whispering loud enough in his ear: "I love you, I love you".