Just Like Hell

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Chapter Twenty

Harry was lounging on the couch in just his boxers when the bell rang. Groaning, he got up and stretched to work out the kinks. He had had his last physiotherapy session that day. Looking around, he found an old pair of slacks thrown out from the closet during cleaning and pulled them on. He walked to the door and opened it, taking in the sight before him.

If Harry could whistle, he would have. The guy in front of him was hot! Blond hair, grey eyes, whew! The guy didn't look like he had been taking much care of himself though. Thin and half starved. Made him wonder what the guy had gone through to get himself looking like that.

"Yeah, can I help you?" he asked stifling a yawn at the guy.

Draco gulped. Actually seeing Harry in the flesh was shocking enough but having to see him in the flesh stupefied him. He nearly wanted to knock Harry on the head for opening the door without a shirt on. What if it had been Justin? Harry would have had a hand in his pants and would have been shipped off to the bedroom before he could have even blinked!

Draco growled at the visual image.

Harry stared. Okay, rewind, what the heck had he said or done to merit that growl? He noticed the suitcases the guy was carrying. Was this guy his new roommate? It was going to be so entertaining if all he could do was look pretty and growl. Even if he had a sexy growl.

"Huh? I don't speak dog, you know," Harry said. Draco blinked. When had he spoken dog? Could anybody speak dog? Then he remembered his possessive growl and blushed.

"Uh… sorry, just blanked out. I leased out your flat for another month," Draco said, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. It was him. He was alive. He was in front of him. He didn't have a shirt on. His response to the above was shot to hell at the next thought. Harry didn't remember him.

"Yeah, I know," Harry said to the guy who knew how to state the obvious. He looked at the blond he was going to spend the next month with closely, seeing an almost aristocratic face with high cheekbones and a tilt to his chin. Judging from the guy's facial expression, he seemed to either be an arrogant asshole with a stick up his ass or an arrogant asshole who terrified people as a daily pastime.

Either way, the arrogant asshole part wasn't really encouraging. Harry looked at the guy's eyes. Unlike the dull gray that he had expected, it was a silver hurricane in there. His heart skipped a beat. Those eyes…

Draco shivered at the flash of Harry's green eyes, they were so clear, so bright, so full of life. And, he'd missed them….

Abruptly, he pushed past Harry. He couldn't look at those eyes anymore, knowing they weren't seeing him and only him as they had before. He walked into the familiar living room and plopped onto Harry's couch. Good thing the couch was comfy, he had a feeling that he was going to be spending a lot of time on it.

Harry gaped at the guy who had just rudely swept past him, knocking into him on the way. His shoulder tingled where the guy's shoulder had brushed past. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, and when they opened, they were a dark, deadly ivy green.

The guy had not only invited himself into his flat, he had done it rudely and on top of that, he had stained his coffee table. He snarled. He would make the guy want to run out of here in his first week! He. Would. Pay.

Draco was glad that his mother hadn't banned him from work this month. It was his last line of defense. He really didn't know what else to do. He already knew Harry didn't like him drinking and he wasn't going to risk anything now. This was his last chance. He couldn't blow it.

Sitting at his desk in his own corner room at work wasn't really the best way to get around it either. He needed to do something. His eyes darkened. And he needed to get Harry back for this last week.

First, it had started with small incidents that could be overlooked, like the laundry problem. Harry had 'accidently' mixed all of Draco's shirts with his red pair of boxers. He pushed away the thought of Harry in red boxers. That wouldn't be getting him anywhere.

Next, there had been weirder accidents. Harry had tripped on the carpet with a warm cup of cocoa only to fall on Draco who was randomly walking by. The heat wasn't a problem, but the copious amount of sugar mixed in it was. And of course, it had to be on the day that Harry had called in some people to reassemble the pipes to see if they were functioning properly. And who knew the kitchen had an ant problem? Weren't they on the fourth floor?

He had been forced to swallow all his pride and go downstairs to beg…no, ask Justin for a bath. The guy had seemed surprised and then had eagerly allowed Draco liberal use of his bathroom. Draco had made sure to lock the bathroom first. Then in the middle of his bath, just as he was relaxing, Justin had decided to display his amazing lock picking talents. Shouts of how he'd be welcome to return had plagued him all the way back to Harry's flat.

He hadn't really thought Harry was doing anything deliberately. Coincidental, yes, but Harry couldn't be that mean. Then this morning…

Draco had stumbled out of sleep drowsiliy, but with his internal clock telling him to get ready for work. He rolled and nearly fell from the couch. He yawned. He should probably ask Harry to make him breakfast he thought with a grin. They had split up the work in the flat. After the red boxers, Draco refused to let Harry anywhere near the washing machine. So he had taken over the laundry.

Then Harry had seen him struggling to make an omelet and kicked him out of the kitchen muttering about what a mess he made. It almost felt like some kind of distorted version of domestic life.

Ruminating, he headed towards Harry's bedroom. He was about to knock when he heard the voice on the other side. Seemed like Harry was on the phone. He was about to pull away and come back after having a bath when he heard his name. He put his ear to the door and listened.

"Yeah, I tried that on Draco already. It was classic! You should have seen his face when he saw all the pink shirts.

"I told you about the cocoa thing yesterday, right? I've gotta have something to up that, Fred.

"He's a platinum blond. It looks like it was dyed. Too perfect.

"Green dye in the shampoo? Bloody awesome! I'll buy some today. Thanks George! Call you later."

Draco pulled away from the door and was back on the couch before Harry left his room and headed into the bathroom. He got up and glared at the closed bathroom door. His hair wasn't dyed! It was absolutely natural!

Then he blinked. The rest of the words Harry said filtering in. Wait, all those random occurrences weren't random but planned acts? He snarled. If that was the way Harry wanted to play it, then play it he would.

Draco stood up and walked to his window, staring outside as his mind whirled furiously.

"Mother, I'm going to be taking a two week break."

His mother spluttered. "You're what?"

"Taking a break," Draco said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you'd be familiar with the concept seeing that you make me take them whether I want to or not."

"But…you're actually asking me? Draco, honey, have you checked your temperature?"

"Yes mother, but now I have other things to do. So, please excuse the absence," he said as he flipped his cell phone closed. Mothers, he thought with a snort.

Now what to do next? Hmmm… a social call to the hospital.

Harry hummed as he walked to the bathroom. The first week hadn't been that great in his attempts to get Draco out. But by now, he was used to the blond guy who could apparently do more than growl. It was actually fun. The guy had taken a break from work a few days ago and since he'd been bored, he'd dragged Harry all around town. Circuses, amusement parks, movies, restaurants.

Harry shivered, causing his humming to pause slightly. The guy seemed so familiar, so right. He smiled, thinking about Draco actually trying the ring toss at the last amusement park. He could fall for Draco if he wasn't careful. But he was done with being careful, he wanted a life! His dreams no longer lingered on silver eyes, but every time he caught Draco's eyes, a shiver would work its way down his spine.

As it was doing right now. The bathroom door had opened. And Harry wiped his chin. Do not drool. Do not drool. Do not drool. Draco was standing in front of him with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Should towels like that be legal? It was too small, too tiny, resting dangerously low on those hips. Harry forced his eyes back up. Only to see a smirk on Draco's face as though he was enjoying what he was seeing. Harry was about to glare at him when he noticed a drop of water on Draco's nose. It slipped down and Harry's eyes traced its path unable to look away. It was a disaster in the making as it traveled over two pale, smirking lips, then down to his chin.

A slight tilting of his neck and instead of dropping down to his chest, it slid down the slender neck in an entrancing rivulet. Then down onto Draco's chest, nearly perfect if not a bit too lean. It followed down to the slight trickle of blond hair on the guy's stomach. Blond hair that lead down. Harry gulped. At least now he knew that the guy was a natural blond. The drop finally soaked into the low lying towel.

Harry shuddered as he tried to keep himself from jumping the guy. Okay, he could do this. Just don't look at those eyes, don't look down. Look at his lips, those nasty things twisted in a smirk. Not nasty, they're perfectly alright! Okay then, don't look at the lips either. Don't look anywhere! Just close your eyes.

Harry closed his eyes with a squeak. "Put some clothes on!" he shrieked. Draco raised an eyebrow and walked past him. He bent down beside Harry and whispered. The whisper had Harry stiffening. Don't jump him. Don't jump him. Don't.

"I'm hungry, so hurry up."

It took a bit for Harry's mind to catch up and realize he was referring to breakfast. Oh, yeah, sure! Seduce him on the spot and then demand breakfast! He sniffed and went to take a bath. He was sure he needed a cold one.

Too bad he didn't realize that was what he was going to get whether he wanted it or not.

Harry was halfway through his bath when the water suddenly turned cold. He let out a scream. 'That, that bastard!,' he thought. Draco must have used up so much of the hot water for only this much to be left for him. He quickly shampooed his hair, rinsed it and jumped out, not bothering with conditioner. He wasn't into masochism.

Then he realized another important fact. The towel Draco had wrapped around him. It was HIS TOWEL. He looked around the bathroom. Nothing, nada! Draco hadn't done the laundry in a while so now he was on to his last towel. Which the bastard had used!

"Isn't he a bit too old to do that still?" Terry muttered when a scream had come from the bathroom. Draco shrugged as the girls—Lisa, Padma and Parvati giggled.

"Who knows? Maybe he slipped or something?" Dean replied, the only one to come to Harry's rescue. There was another scream. Terry and Dean exchanged a look.

"Should we go and see if he needs some rescuing?" Parvati asked apprehensively.

Draco shrugged again with a mysterious grin. "He'll be fine. Tell me more about yourselves. Whatever happened to the Smith guy anyway?"

"Zacharias Smith?" Lisa asked with a snort. "Dumbledore kicked him out. Probably in Arizona by now. Good riddance!"

Draco grinned viciously. "And his nose?"

"Broken, will probably never be the same without a plastic surgery," Dean said with an answering grin. "That was a good hook, man!"

"It was nothing," Draco replied modestly.

"You never told us how you and Harry got back together. Last time I knew, Harry still didn't have any memories about…" Padma trailed off.

Draco sighed. "He still doesn't…" He was interrupted as the bathroom door opened and a soaking Harry Potter ran to his bedroom. On the way, he paused in the living room as he noticed the five shocked and one composed face watching him. With a face rivaling a tomato, he dived into his bedroom.

"Was that Harry…" Dean began.

"…who was just running stark…" Parvati whispered.

"…NAKED through his living room?" Padma ended.

"He… did you see… what the hell… was his hair…?!?" Terry stumbled over the words.

"GREEN!!!" Lisa spat out with disbelief.

Draco, who felt his face twisting as he tried not to laugh, got up. "I think you should leave. I don't think Harry will have the composure to talk to you now."

The five colleagues nodded and left the apartment in a daze. He heard Padma's whisper of "Omigod, did you see that body…" down the corridor. He closed the door with a clenched fist. Then he fell on the floor and burst into laughter.

The bedroom door opened and a furious, dressed Harry came out. Draco didn't know whether to be disappointed or amused. His red face, neon green hair and snarling green eyes had Draco struggling for breath as it reminded him of some sort of warped Christmas. Harry waited with glaring eyes as Draco recovered his breath.

"You think this is funny?" he whispered.

"An eye for an eye," Draco said as he struggled to get up.

"An eye for an eye makes a man blind! How can this be a joke, you twisted asshole? They were my colleagues! You just completely humiliated me in front of them!" Harry spat out.

Draco frowned as he got up. "And you completely humiliated me by letting me wear that pink monstrosity to work on the day I had a meeting with the Board of Directors. As well as that incident with the man whore downstairs!"

Harry's eyes blazed. "Pink is in, so shut up. I probably helped your fashion sense. It's not my fault you're so color blind in the morning to not notice what you wear."

"Pink doesn't mean a blotchy white shirt with red splotches. And it's certainly not my fault you didn't notice that there weren't any towels left!"

"And the hair?"

Draco shrugged. "You were going to do that to mine anyways. Think of it as retribution for all the white shirts."

"I didn't make you shower with cold water!"

"You drenched me with hot cocoa that had enough sugar content to drive a person into diabetic shock!"

"It didn't give you a risk of running hypothermia!"

"Ah! But what about the burns?"

Harry snorted. "Burns, my ass! I checked to see how warm it was before I poured it on you." Then he flushed.

Draco grinned. "Aaaaw, I didn't know you cared, Harry!"

"Shut up! What were my colleagues doing here anyway?"

"I don't know, maybe they just felt like visiting you," Draco replied innocently. Harry gave him a weak glare before he sighed and sheepishly inspected one green bang.

"I've never dyed my hair before and this is permanent coloring! I'll have to dye it black now!"

Draco snickered. "It does bring out the color of your eyes." He walked to Harry and slid an arm around him. "I'll help you dye your hair back if you want. Truce?"

Harry gave another snort. "Of course, you'd be an expert at this stuff. Truce."

"What do you mean by that?" Draco asked suspiciously. Harry just whistled.

"If you're trying to say that I dye my hair, I can give you proof that I don't!"

Harry suddenly had a picture perfect visual of Draco from this morning, half naked and slightly wet from the shower. He SO did not need that now, especially with Draco's arm around him. "That's quite okay... So do you have any dye lying around or will we actually have to…gulp…go out and get some?"

Draco took pity on Harry. "I'll go and get the dye. And something to eat as well. Just try and stay away from any mirrors. I refuse to replace any if they break in terror."

It took Harry until Draco slipped away with his car keys to understand what he had meant. Draco snickered as he drove off and a garbled yell came from the building.

Justin whistled as he came up the stairs. He had lost all hope for Drac after the little episode they'd had a month back. But last week had renewed his hope! Dracy had actually come to him asking if they could shower together! Pity he had to go before the interesting part could start…

But never fear. He rung the bell. Justin was here!

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