A/N: Hello! Sorry for the delay in getting his up, but as you all know I've been rather busy with work, but hooray! I'm on break right now :) One of the pluses of being a teacher. Anyway, this chapter is a bit different than usual and their is no journal stuff in this one. Also, you'll notice that I use a good chunk from Chapter 11, but this time we'll get to see it from Draco's point of view and I think that's important. Enjoy!
Chapter 12: A Stranger Interferes
I smiled down at Demure's description of Silver Angel. I felt very happy for my new friend that I was writing with and I wished that I had the courage to tell Harry how I feel in the way that I just told Demure and he just told me about his love. I couldn't think of anything more that I wanted to do then to tell Harry that I was falling madly in love with him. I wasn't afraid to admit it to myself, but to Harry? I wasn't so sure about that.
I sighed as I replied to Demure's suggestion of telling our loves how we felt. Deal. Now the question was, would he pull through and would I pull through? I closed the journal and clicked off my bedside lamp before falling into a nice sleep, my dreams swimming with images of Harry in all sorts of wonderful ways.
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I barely managed to make it to eight before I was bursting to get down to Harry and tell him how I really felt, but when he opened the door in nothing, but his boxers, I was caught off guard and momentarily speechless because he looked so fucking hot and I just wanted to back him up into his room and ravish him senseless, but then anger set in. I was wondering if he always answered his door like this.
"Do you always answer the door dressed like this?" I demanded as I gestured to his attire and looked him over.
I could tell that my question made him feel good and I momentarily forgot what made me mad in the first place, but then he grinned and responded and I remembered exactly what had annoyed me. "I've been known to wear clothes once in awhile to answer the door too, but this is my preferred attire," he teased me. I felt my pulse rate quicken and was very aware of the possibility that the vein in my forehead was about to pop out in my anger.
"Well, seeing as you are pretty much taken, I suggest you wear clothes from now on to answer the door," I responded as I walked past him trying my best to strut in to make my point clear that I wasn't happy.
"Aren't you a bit presumptuous to say I'm taken?" Harry asked me. He mimicked my movements which nearly made me laugh, but then his words settled in my mind and I knew that he was right even if he was teasing me.
I looked at him for a moment before I sagged my shoulders in defeat. "I suppose you're right. Sorry about that," I told him and I meant it. I didn't want Harry to be uncomfortable when I so badly wanted to tell him how I felt.
He stepped towards me and I was a bit leery at first when he reached up to touch my face. Not because I didn't want him to, but because I wasn't sure if I could handle him touching me, looking as delectable as he did at that very moment. "You're not the one who should be sorry. It's me who should be sorry and I am. Look, last night, I wasn't mad at you, not at all. You were respecting my wishes and I appreciate that. I just, I am fighting this inner battle with what my body wants and what my mind wants. I can't seem to figure it out," he said. I wanted to smack him upside the head because he had no need to apologize. I overstepped my boundaries last night and well, I couldn't really think of much else to respond to that aside from wondering what his body and mind wanted, hoping that it was me.
I stepped towards him feeling bold and was within inches of him. I watched as he gulped at the closeness and seemed to shiver. I wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from me being so close. "What is it that your mind wants and your body wants?" I asked in a tone that suggested I meant more behind my words then what just came out of my mouth.
He gulped. "They both want the same thing, but in different ways," he whispered.
Feeling my boldness increase I reached up and placed my hand against his cheek and ran my thumb along his jaw. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he briefly turned into my touch. "What different ways?" I asked in my bedroom voice that I had never used, but guessed that was what it was seeing as it was dripping with lust for Harry as I stepped just a bit closer to him.
He gulped again and I had to fight the urge to chuckle. His eyes opened again and he seemed to be struggling with keeping eye contact with me. "My body wants to ravish you, but my mind knows that it's too soon for that. They both want you, but I think my mind knows what's best for me even if I don't agree with it," he replied in a shaky voice.
I smiled and nodded with his explanation because that was exactly how I was feeling about him. "Then I suppose we should listen to your mind then. What is it telling you to do now?"
"It's telling me that I really want to kiss you and that there are some other things that I should tell you," Harry replied with the same shaky tone as before.
I smiled and stepped even closer to him. I wrapped one arm around his waist while my thumb gently caressed his bare back, and my other hand continued to stay at his cheek. I watched as he licked his lips in anticipation and I couldn't help, but yearn to kiss him now and forever.
I didn't hesitate much before I leaned down and pressed my lips to his perfect, pouty lips that were trembling ever so slightly. The kiss was soft and gentle. I didn't want to push his boundaries. I couldn't believe how wonderful his lips felt against mine. I silently prayed that he wouldn't throw up on me, but as the kiss deepened I knew he wouldn't.
He wound his arms around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. I smiled at the contact and knew that I was definitely in love with him. There was just no other explanation to the feelings that were coursing through my body as he pressed against me. I slid my hand down from his cheek to his neck and down his bare back and relished when I felt his body shake under my touch. I couldn't imagine anything better than this and I deepened the kiss even more.
When we finally broke apart for air something seemed different between us, in a good way. It seemed that we had made it over a rather large obstacle in our blooming relationship. I mean, Harry actually let me kiss him and hold him close without freaking out. That had to mean something, right?
I noticed as I licked my lips that he had drunk some of the chocolate milk I had left for him. It made me smile to think that I had given him something to help him ease his lingering pain that didn't have the damning effects of alcohol and he actually drank it. "Did you enjoy the chocolate milk?" I asked with a smirk. He blushed and glanced away and I continued on in explanation of why I gave it to him. "It's something that I've used from time to time instead of firewhiskey. It takes the edge off, but it doesn't have the affects that alcohol does."
He smiled up at me before responding. "Thank you for thinking of that. It shows that you care about me, well at least what I put in my mouth anyway."
As I processed what he said and saw the surprised look on his face I knew that he had said something that his filters hadn't exactly prevented from coming out. I started to laugh because it was rather funny and he was right, I did care what he put in his mouth especially if it was me. I nearly blushed at the image that came to mind with that thought.
"Um, yes, Harry, I do care a great deal about what you put in that pretty mouth of yours," I teased him and for good measure I winked at him which of course gave me the response I was looking for, that cute blush that always seemed to be present on his face and body whenever I was around.
"Well, um, I, uh…." he stuttered. It was so unbelievably adorable that I decided to spare him more embarrassment and tell him the reason I came by in the first place, well one of the reasons anyway.
"Would you go to breakfast with me?" I asked him hopefully.
He looked at me in surprise before responding in a quiet voice. "You want to have breakfast with me?"
I laughed at his shyness and shook my head. "I just asked you, didn't I?" He nodded at me. "Then come with me. I have a feeling that we have some things to discuss, some wonderful things," I added hoping that he wouldn't shy away from talking about us.
"Okay, let me get ready," he responded before he turned to walk away. I reached out and grabbed his hand pulling him back to me. I needed those lips back on me one more time before he went into his room. I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't follow him otherwise.
When I pulled him back to me I looked down into those innocent emerald eyes and nearly got lost in them before I kissed him deeply one more time. He grinned and sauntered away driving me nearly nuts with his body.
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After Harry got ready we left his flat and headed down the street to a nearby café that we both frequented. We walked down the block side by side awkwardly. I wanted to reach over and grab his hand, but for some reason I felt extremely nervous. We had held hands a lot the day before so why was it so hard to do it now? I knew Harry wanted to because he kept stealing glances at me and it made me all the more embarrassed that I couldn't just reach over and grab his hand.
When we arrived at the restaurant I opened the door for Harry and he smiled brilliantly at me which made my heart flutter. I placed a hand on the small of his back as I followed in behind him and it seemed that in just that simple touch he relaxed even more and turned into me ever so slightly.
The place was busy which wasn't surprising because they had fantastic food and drinks and I was pretty sure that between Harry and I, we had had just about everything on the menu. I scanned the restaurant for an open booth and found one in the back corner. As we walked over to it, Harry leading the way, I had a vague feeling that someone was staring at me. I looked around the restaurant and saw someone that I wasn't quite expecting to see and not wanting to see, especially having Harry with me.
"Draco? Is that you? Long time, no see!" the person said as they stood and made their way over to us. I felt Harry stop and look at the person and I could feel him tense next to me. That was definitely not what I wanted.
I turned to look at the man I hadn't seen for several months. "Andrew, hey. It has been awhile," I said uncomfortably. To make matters worse he walked right up to me and gave me a hug and then had the nerve to peck me on the lips. I didn't have to look at Harry to know that he was fuming next to me.
I pushed against Andrew's chest and he backed off seemingly unaffected by my push. "You look as smashing as ever! You must be taking good care of yourself," Andrew replied with a wink. I wanted to groan out loud in embarrassment and frustration.
"Um, thank you. You look great too," I responded half heartedly. I chanced a glance at Harry and saw an indifferent mask on his face, but his eyes told me something else and I knew that he was upset.
Andrew looked away from me finally and then his eyes settled on Harry and the hand that was resting on his back where I had left it. He lifted in eyebrow in curiosity. "Well, if this isn't a surprise?" he commented looking between us again. I felt Harry shift next to me and I wondered if he was getting his wand ready to hex the man.
"What do you mean?" I asked trying to keep my voice from sounding nervous like I was feeling.
"It's just a surprise to see that you are with Harry Potter. Are you guys together?" Andrew asked curiously. I didn't like the gleam in his eye. It was too calculating in my opinion.
I glanced over at Harry wondering what response I should give. Should I say that were together and upset Harry or say that we aren't together and still upset Harry? I was damned either way. He didn't look at me so it didn't help in my decision making process.
"That's none of your business, at least I don't think it should be," Harry answered for me. I ran my hand gratefully against his back.
"Well, no, I mean Draco and I have been over for awhile, but I do still care about him and hope that he's happy with the choices that he's made. It's for damn sure I was never enough for him, probably because he's wanted you for a really long time," Andrew replied.
"I'm perfectly happy with the choices that I've made, Andrew. Thank you for your concern," I replied cordially.
He looked between us again and continued to have that calculating look in his eye. Then he smirked and looked back over at Harry. "Well, congrats for snagging him. I've got a tip for you though, Draco likes it hard, fast, and rough in bed so be sure you can handle that. Nice to see you again, Draco," Andrew said as he stretched his hand out to Harry.
I stared at him in complete shock. I could not believe he had just said that to Harry and from the tenseness in Harry's back he couldn't believe it either. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Harry flicked his wand up and into Andrew's face. Andrew looked a bit surprised and I could hear people around us looking at us in confusion. We were in Muggle London after all. They were probably wondering what a measly stick could do to someone. Boy, did they have no idea.
"I suggest you don't go around saying shit like that about people, especially Draco. Show some respect you git," Harry threatened.
Andrew put his hands up in surrender and tried to look innocent. "Hey, I was just trying to be friendly, mate. No need to get all feisty," he commented.
"Andrew, you better leave before you make things worse," I encouraged him. I knew Harry was fuming and I wasn't sure if I was going to be completely safe from his anger.
"Alright, alright. See ya," Andrew said with a wink as he scurried out of the café, Harry leaping at him. I reached out to prevent him from going after him and he glanced over at me angrily.
"Suddenly I'm not feeling so hungry," Harry muttered darkly. He turned and stalked towards the door, me very close on his heels.
"Harry, wait. Please don't go," I begged. Yes, I know, Malfoy's don't beg, but I was desperate. He needed to understand.
I caught up to him outside and got him to stop and look at me. He stared up at me with his arms crossed and hurt written all over his face. "What?" he demanded.
"Please, just let me explain," I begged again. If the look on his face told me anything it was that I had a lot of making up to do and I better do it fast.
