Choose Your Own Drarry
Warning! You will NOT be able to read straight through this, chapter by chapter. If you attempt to do so, you will be VERY confused (see first chapter (or any chapter before prior to 14 for full instructions)).
To Amu4ever...sorry...I don't seem capable of leaving out at least a tiny warning. Lol. Thanks for continuing to read!
YOU decided that Harry should choose to contact Draco Malfoy sometime in the near future (like as soon as possible).
Chapter Fourteen (from chapter 8)
After Malfoy left, Harry paced—and he paced and paced and paced. But he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He'd been kissed by a bloke! And not just any bloke. No. He'd been snogged silly by Draco fucking Malfoy!
And his best friend had seen it happen.
"Oh Merlin!" Harry bellowed into his empty house. "What have I done?!"
And then he headed for the stairs, to go up to his bedroom. He was not going to think about this...about Malfoy...and the blond man's firm, persistent lips. About...the other firm thing...in Malfoy's trousers.
And his own arousal.
Harry stopped as he came into his room. Maybe I can Oblivate myself, he thought—then shook his head. Obviously that wouldn't work.
And then he was stripping his clothing off—leaving them where they fell—and going to the bathroom for a shower, in hopes that he could wash himself clean of the blond man.
In the shower though, it was only minutes until Harry's mind went back to Malfoy's kisses and touches. It started with Harry stepping under the hot spray and soaking his head, then pouring shampoo into his hand. But when he started scrubbing his scalp, he could almost feel Malfoy's fingernails digging into his scalp. Harry groaned. Then, catching himself, he scrubbed—almost painfully—then vigorously rinsed.
Ginny, he thought, trying to focus.
His body was next. He didn't fare any better there, however. As soon as he'd lathered up, his hands went to his groin area, where he stroked himself—a few times—not realizing he'd made himself hard until it was too late and he was stroking in earnest. This would have been perfectly fine—if Ginny's long red locks didn't suddenly morph into platinum blond as Harry tugged at himself.
"Fuck. Malfoy!" he shouted as he came hard, nearly collapsing in the shower.
After a moment, Harry opened his eyes and stared down at his waning erection. Frowning, because he knew he needed to see the blond again, he cursed. "Fuck!"
And so, after spending another ten minutes under the scorching hot spray, Harry dressed again and headed for his Floo.
"Draco's flat!" he called out firmly, hoping he'd end up where he intended to go—even though he was scared shitless and seriously questioning his sanity.
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On the other side, Harry stumbled out into an extremely large main living space. Before him were far too many places to sit for one person, making Harry wonder if Malfoy had lied about not living at the Manor.
On the right side of the room, beneath two large two-story windows, were two oversized taupe-colored settees separated by a small glass table. In front of them sat three round wicker-like tables, the closest two empty, but the farthest one decorated with an array of glass bottles of varying shades of brown. On the left of the room, a long beige sofa with cream pillows sat facing the tall windows. Beneath the furniture lay a lovely shag-style area rug of multiple earth tones.
The walls, which appeared to be white—for the most part—had nothing on them. No pictures or artwork of any kind. The ceilings—also white—had recessed lighting where it was low and two massive chandeliers inside spherical casings hanging over the living space—third over what appeared to be a dining table on the other end of the room.
But that wasn't all. To the left of the space Harry was standing in were two closed dark doors—possibly black—which promised even more. Just beyond that, a second living space—this one with slightly darker furniture, but a much lighter area rug, a black built-in against the far wall, and a Muggle telly. And further still, just beyond the dining area, there was a third space. Harry couldn't really see what was in there; maybe another dark built-in and light-ish furniture.
"Malfoy," Harry called out after a moment of gazing around. He got no immediate response and so took a couple steps in, his eyes going from the dark wood flooring he was walking on up the pristine white wall on his left. Above him was an empty opening to yet another room.
"This place is huge," Harry grumbled under his breath.
And then a familiar snarky face appeared.
"Potter?" the blond said from above. "What are you doing here?"
Harry shrugged. "I...dunno," he said, shaking his head. "I was in the shower and...couldn't stop thinking of you."
Draco smirked. "And so you just decided to pop over?"
"Something like that." Harry frowned. "Probably a mistake."
CRACK!
And suddenly Draco was standing right in front of him; and, wearing only a pair of casual lounge pants, he was practically naked.
Harry gulped. "Definitely a mistake," he mumbled, trying very hard to keep his eyes off Malfoy's well-sculpted chest and stomach.
Draco chuckled. "Relax, Potter," he said as he walked up and took the sleeve of Harry's shirt, tugging slightly—encouragingly. "It's not like I'm going to accost you. Come in and sit. I'll fix us a drink. Then I'll make my move."
Harry's green orbs went wide. "W-what?" he stammered.
The blond rolled his eyes and tugged again. "Loosen up, Potter. Hasn't anyone ever teased you before?"
"Um. Yeah, but...never you."
Draco sighed. "You're here for a reason, right?"
Shrugging, Harry said, "I suppose."
"Then sit with me," said Draco, his gray eyes shining silver as he pulled on Harry's sleeve again. "I promise I won't bite." The blond thought about adding 'yet' to the sentence, but refrained; it was obvious the dark-haired man was close to bolting and he didn't want that. Not at all!
Harry resisted for a second, then nodded and allowed himself to be pulled further into Malfoy's house.
"Nice place you've got here," he said after being gently pushed onto a charcoal gray sectional. "Still, can't imagine you living alone."
Draco scowled. "I'm quite enjoying it, actually," he said. "Though, I must say, Mother and Father aren't particularly pleased with my choice." He scoffed—then shuddered a bit. "They're trying to push an arranged marriage on me," he went on, moving to what was clearly a bar and pulling out a bottle of Muggle whisky. He didn't ask Harry what he wanted, just mixed them each the same drink.
"Merlin!" Harry burst. "That's...barbaric!"
"I know, right?! That's exactly what I said when Father informed me that I'm to marry the younger Greengrass brat. This isn't the nineteenth century, you know? Mother said it's a good match, but...I disagree. I mean, Astoria's attractive and all, but she's sort of missing a certain piece of anatomy that I absolutely require," he said, turning around and bringing Harry his drink.
Harry blushed. "I...ahh...didn't come here to talk about...parts of anatomy," he said.
Draco smirked. "Then tell me, what did you come here for, Potter?"
To stall, the dark-haired man quickly brought the drink to his mouth and sipped it. "Oh. That's nice. What am I drinking?"
Hiding a smile, Draco answered. "Whisky sour. I love them," he said, taking a sip and swallowing, then taking a larger one and putting his glass down—so that he could focus on the man next to him.
Harry watched the blond, then sipped his own drink a few times, but did not put it down, because...well, what would he do with his hands if not hold the glass.
"So. Married. That's scary if you're not interested in that sort of thing," Harry said.
Draco shrugged. "I'm not not interested in marriage, Potter...just not in one that involves a woman," he said as he slowly reached out and touched Harry's leg, tapping his fingers just above the other man's knee. "Not that I have anything against women, mind. I mean, I have female friends, but...the thought of pussy..." He pulled a face and shuddered dramatically.
Harry snorted a laugh. "I'd had no idea you were gay, Malfoy. In fact, I thought you and Parkinson had a thing."
Now Draco snorted. "A thing, Potter? How...juvenile."
"You know what I mean."
The blond huffed. "Well, if you must know, I did date Pansy...for a short time in fourth year. We lost our virginity together, of course, but we both quickly realized that that would never work."
"Because you're gay?" asked the dark-haired man.
Draco shrugged. "There's that, yes...and the fact that she's sort of like a sister to me. And she feels the same way about me."
Harry frowned, because...that was sort of how he saw Ginny—and he'd wanted to marry her?
"Anyway, Pansy's happily married now...to a Muggle," the blond added with a snort. "And Theo too. Married, I mean. To Mandy Brocklehurst. Ravenclaw. Do you remember her?"
"Vaguely."
"Greg too," Draco continued. "To a Hufflepuff a few years behind us, Annabel Entwhistle. Her brother, Kevin, was in our year...also a Ravenclaw."
Harry nodded. "I remember him...also vaguely."
"Pfft! Didn't pay much attention to those out of your circle, did you?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I was a bit busy when we were in school, Malfoy...if you remember correctly?"
The blond ignored the semi-question and moved on. "And then there's Millicent. She's married too. Well, bonded actually, which, as you know, is much stronger than marriage...and permanent."
Harry blinked. "I know nothing about bonding. And...wow, who married her?"
The blond glared. "I'll have you know that Millie's a wonderful person and that she's been horribly misunderstood."
Harry scoffed. "Tell Hermione that. I believe she'll remember Bulstrode quite a bit differently.
"And I remember Granger having a violent streak herself; punched me in the face, she did," Draco groused.
Harry grinned. "Now that was brilliant!"
Draco eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, Potter! It hurt like hell and was...humiliating."
Harry rolled his eyes. "As did the broken nose you gave me when you stomped on my face," the green eyed man countered.
"Point taken," Draco said—then waved a hand dismissively. "Let's...forget about all that stuff, could we?"
Shrugging, Harry pushed on. "So, tell me, who managed to capture good old Millicent's heart."
The blond grinned. "You'll never guess, so I'll just tell you," he said. "It was Lavender Brown."
For a moment, Harry just stared. Then... "Wow!" Then he frowned. "I actually thought Lavender didn't make it, after the war, I mean."
"It's a long story, which maybe I'll tell you another time," Draco said. "Or perhaps Millie and Lav can do the honors at some point."
Harry frowned. He wasn't really thinking about anything in the future at the moment.
"So, tell me about the other two parts of your Golden Trio. Obviously, you three are all still best mates."
Harry frowned. "Why do you say it like that? Like the thought is repulsive or something."
Draco shrugged. "It sort of is. I mean like...don't you ever get tired of them?"
"Not really," Harry said. "Things are different now, because they live together and I don't see them as much, because we're all busy with work and stuff, but—"
"Hmm. Interesting," Draco interrupted. "I like my friends and all, but...I get tired of them if they're around too much. Blaise, for instance, can be a right prat. I often avoid him."
Harry frowned. "I'm not like that, Malfoy. If someone's my friend, then...I'd always be there."
"I see. So, are we going to be friends?"
Harry swallowed. "I...ahh...don't really know. Do you want to be friends? I mean, could you handle being my friend?" he said challengingly.
Draco laughed. "I think I could manage. Though, to be completely honest, I might be interested in a bit more than just friendship," he said, fluttering his fingers up Harry's leg to his thigh. "What do you think of that, Potter?"
His eyes on the hand now firmly moving up his thigh, Harry swallowed hard again. It was quite difficult to think at the moment. Did he want to find out what it would be like to be friends with Malfoy or was he interested in exploring more than just friendship with the other man?
Time to Choose!
Should Harry tell Draco Malfoy that he's really only interested in being friends (for now)? (go to chapter 24)
OR
Should Harry admit to himself (and possibly to the blond) that he's more than a little interested in at least exploring this thing beyond friendship? (go to chapter 25)
Okay, I have a request, because I'm interested in the path everyone is taking. Would everyone be so kind as to either "review" their path numbers (for example:1 – 3 – 7 – 13 – 23 – 18 – 28)...OR...send it to me via PM. I'm just curious.
Further, I'm not sure if everyone is sticking to the DO NOT READ STRAIGHT THROUGH thing... *glares angrily at those who aren't following the instructions* ...and so I feel like I need to apologize for chapters that repeat themselves. Some of the chapters are quite similar. In fact, they're nearly exactly the same. Or parts of them are, because, while you are able to take Harry in different directions, this really is just one story line. If that makes sense...hmm...IDK.
Anyway, thanks for continuing to read!