[Misfits and Mishaps in a Mini-mart]
Part 2
"What the hell did you just do, Malfoy?"
Draco's mouth lay openly gaping, shock and regret threatening to break down in his face. He shut his mouth when he couldn't find the right words to say and eventually let the silence between Gryffindor and Slytherin reign for a minute or two.
"What the hell... What did you just do and why in the world are you here in my side of town?!"
Draco choked out a snort. He masked the sudden shock and shook his head in mock disgust before speaking up. "This is my side of town, my dear, Gryffindor. And you have no right to claim it as yours. I have walked these streets longer and had never seen the likes of you around which by far makes you a trespasser."
"The street's yours for all you want, free country last time I checked."
"Oh, so then that makes me entitled to my own opinion and thoughts... So it specifically means when someone wants to pinch someone, he'd be entitled to do so, is that what you're saying?"
Draco chuckled bitterly. He was loving this. Harry'd be so pissed off all because of one immature remark and it always triggered a fight to follow suit. The two boys had been accustomed to this sort of bickering, an exchange of heated words sometimes followed a brawl—it seemed the sole purpose of pissing each other off. Actually only the slytherin's purpose to the Gryffindor, to beat the other one and win, either in a battle of witty arguments or physical fight, which so far the slytherin had only succeeded in wit.
Harry took off his red-striped apron and tossed it on the seat behind him, he fixated his eyes on Draco, a defiant, angry look burning intensely in his emerald green eyes. It wasn't every day, your archenemy would pinch your ass, more or less drop by to anyway. It was so infuriating to the least. As if that person you had despised for the rest of your life, made you miserable and got you into trouble held the main controls of right and wrong... As if they have the power to hurt and to decide whether to get lost or not in the toughest of moments. Harry clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white, his gaze broke the slytherin down into tiny pieces, atleast he think it did. The thought though, proved wrong; Draco's lips twitched into an annoying smile as he let his pale, slender fingers rest on the sky-blue counter table that separated him from the Gryffindor. Silvery blonde strands of hair lingered in his eyes but he did not tuck it away, it actually added to the cool demeanor he wore then, a kind of grotesque superiority and sophistication that matched his sharp, gray eyes. Draco sure as hell didn't want to disperse the look.
"So, the famous, muggle-loving Potter's working here, eh?" Draco scrutinized, eyeing him in disgust or interest, maybe both for one can never be so sure. "Tacky and..." He sneered and raised a brow, taking into loathing the mustered surroundings before finally resting his eyes on Harry whose eyes never lost their scorching intensity. "...Cheap. But this will have to do me for now. I'm afraid, I have no choice."
"No choice?!" Green eyes narrowed in slight confusion but he kept to hide it. Harry walked to where Draco was standing. "Well, since it's a free country and you followed my lead that everyone's entitled to their own thoughts, opinions and actions, then maybe you'd find choices of your fancy in a different place... So go find your way democratically now... shoo, leave me for death and peace. Got better things to do than to sit and chatter with you, like I dunno read the Laws of Britain. "
"First of all," Draco closed the space between them two, crossing his arms. "I am not a dog that you can just shoo away when unwanted. Second of all, I didn't stop by for a chat, you know how much I'd want to rip your head off, and thus scheming the mentioned, have no more time for idle chat before I conclude your demise..." "Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" Harry rolled his eyes and Draco ignored him and continued anyway. "--Third, I came here to apply for that job, though the sign should elaborate a little more because it does not have a description or anything of that kind at all. I'm pretty much sure you made it...Fourth, you've got it all wrong Potter, it's the Constitution of Britain, and not the laws that abide it, alright?"
Harry glared at him again but then his eyes drifted off behind the pale boy. "Oh shit, it's Kimberley!"
Draco followed his gaze, rather pissed off he got ignored, not that he sought attention from Harry anyway. No one DARED try to ignore Draco Malfoy, then again, that was Harry Potter, he reminded himself quickly. "Ooh, your hooker, Potter?" Draco wore an amused smile as he watched a brunette woman in skimpy black overalls and overly done make-up cross the street, seemingly headed towards the mini-mart.
"Yeah.. I mean, no of course not. She's this pain in the ass that won't go away.. Funny, you two have a resemblance, mind if i hook you guys up? You make a great couple"
"Oh really? No thanks I'm saving myself for marriage till twenty-three. But now atleast I'd die happily knowing Harry Potter tried to get me together with his hooker! " Every syllable dripped with sarcasm and Harry frowned mentally. "Damn, I wish I could get rid of both of you.." He had thought aloud. Draco, upon hearing him, stared. "Really?" The expression was shock, slowly replaced by growing amusement and malice. "What if I get rid of her, forever? You'd give me the job—if highly acceptable in my standards-right? I can't really get rid of myself because that will be so idiotic, but maybe I can get rid of her. As long as you give me the job, of course." Harry nodded a bit distracted as Kimberley opened the door of he mini-mart, making a soft clicking noise with her high-heeled boots. "Swear upon Salazar Slytherin's ass--"
"YES!" Harry said annoyed, before what Draco and that ass part had time to sink in as the doors opened to reveal the object (the other one) of his loathing.
"Hey—"
She barely finished her sentence when Draco leaned his back against the counter, cupped his hands against around Harry's face and gave him a long, hot kiss. He led Harry's unwilling arms to firmly wind around his waist, pushing him far down into the fiery pits of passion. Harry tried to twist free but Draco's nails dug deep into his skin, marring the sensitive, muscled flesh of the arm. He got to where he was getting at, much to his dismay.
Harry's mind boggled. What the hell?!?! I am kissing, no.. wait...MALFOY is KISSING me?!! ARGH!! HELL froze over!!!!!!!!
Draco had somehow managed to slide his tongue into his mouth, he realized as his rival stepped on his foot and in response, Harry let out a yelp which cost good timing for Draco's tongue to pry in.
It actually felt good. There was this annoying voice in the back of his head, which he tried to ignore. But at moment, he chose to ignore his sanity and went with the flow.
He shut his eyes briefly, leaving reality disappearing into blank nothingness till all that was left was the wonderful experience. Draco's waist was rather slim, not that he was skinny or anything but his body-build was almost of a (sporty) girl, a few muscles etched in soft, pale skin that seemed to break at the slightest touch. Harry leaned down, absorbed in nothing more than illusions as he kissed Draco back with the same fervor and burning. The Slytherin let out a sudden moan and struggled to get free which much to Harry's dismay had allowed him to. He hadn't meant for this, for Harry to kiss him back, no not at all. He was used to kissing without actually feeling but when he had kissed him back... it felt so painful and sincere... So strangely right... So...
WHAT THE?!?! AM I NUTS?! THIS IS POTTER WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE! I CANNOT FEEL ANY EMOTION OTHER THAN HATE TOWARDS HIM!! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY AND NOT...
Not love...?
He shook his head obviously.
Draco touched his lips and a wave of tossed emotions flickered before his cold, gray eyes. He was flushed, hair disheveled and untidy now; Harry merely stared at him blankly, his gaze albeit distant and far away. But it was enough to know that he was thinking of the very same thing he was. His arms were still around him in what was in Draco's part undeniably comfortable. It was like that for most of the time, till the ignored brunette spoke up.
"You two should get a room."
Draco snorted. "I'm not sleepy, maybe you should."
She ignored him and walked to a stall of chips, grabbing a couple of Doritos and placing them on the counter. "I'm Kimberley Fainne," she said dully, fishing money out of her pocket. "And you are...?"
"Draco Lucifer Malfoy. Po-Harry's uhm... boyf--... other half..." He looked pleased with himself. Harry's eyes went wide as bludgers. He released his arms from his waist and blinked several times to make sure it was all-real. That they had actually kissed and that Draco was saving his ass…erm… life… Kimberley Fainne's eyes glittered, amusingly. "You never told me you were gay, Harry," she cooed, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers. "If you had told me sooner, I wouldn't have bothered trying so hard to get you into my bed." Draco lifted an eyebrow and looked from Harry to Kimberley. The muggle-lover had that kind of effect on women? he thought amazed. Harry turned to Draco uneasily. "Uhm, well, uh… sorry… Kim, meet Malfoy. I mean… uhhh… Dr… Drak… Draco, yeah, Draco. We've uhh… been together for 6… months…" Kimberley smacked her bills onto the counter. "You sound as if you don't know his name and had just had him popping out of nowhere. Anyway, nice meeting you Draco. You two make a good pair," Her eyes wandered carelessly, shooting a jealous look unto the blonde boy. "Be sure you can keep him though. I'd be more careful and possessive if I were you, you know these are critical times.." She was stepping out then and when she slammed the glass doors, Draco turned to Harry. "Was she threatening me!?!" he scoffed. Harry rolled his eyes. "We're not together Malfoy, you don't have to feel threatened.." Harry slipped back into the counter to put on his apron. He kept his eyes down to the counter, staring at the black smudge there as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. "S, do I get the job?" Harry rolled his eyes but before he could even speak Draco cleared his throat. "Gratitude. Gratefulness. Two things."
"Argh!" Harry brought is hands to his face. "Fine. Start tomorrow at 11:00 PM!" Draco chuckled sardonically and was about to leave the mini-mart when he turned around again. "Hey, Potter."
Harry looked up and raised a brow. "What?"
"You're the first guy I kissed who kissed me back."
Harry blushed, rolled his eyes. Draco left…
*******
Honestly, Draco didn't know what pushed him to say that. Harry was the first boy he kissed actually. He had kissed lots of girls before—on their cheek mind you but those didn't really came out as good as a snog from Harry. Draco blushed furiously. He was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling; dumbly listening to the answering machine as Blaise continuously yelled curses at him for not picking up the phone. The midsummer breeze tickled his sweated face and he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about all those times he had thought of being Harry's friend. When he was 11, he knew he wanted to be Harry's friend but because of that stupid Ron Weasley fellow, who kept interfering, he wasn't able to come at peace with him. And what was painful was, Harry rejected his offer of friendship. This triggered the conflict between them; Draco was so angry and hurt at the same time that he swore he'd make Harry's life miserable as hell and Harry in turn fought back at him for being so nasty. Draco sighed, absentmindedly feeling at his lips. He shut his eyes and remembered how Harry's lips had felt on his; warm, soft and inviting and—
"Uhh, Malfoy, this is...uhh… wait… hang on a second…." A slight pause. "Uhh, yeah… This is… Harry Potter. Well, I… I'd like to inform you that you left your license here and, well… pick it up here? I'm closing the store. Well, I… bye.."
Draco sat back into the pillows. How the..? He ran back to the machine and played the message again…
Harry was sitting on the steps of Ratchet's, the Mini-mart he's working for. He glanced at his watch. It read 8:24. Malfoy still wasn't there. He had called earlier, a couple of hours ago to inform the latter he had left his license at the store but for now there wasn't any sign of him. He sat up, exasperated. It was just like that stupid Malfoy to be PUNCTUAL! To be honest, Harry wondered why he even bothered at all, all the Slytherin was able to do, was make him angry! And why was he so affected anyway? It's not like the guy's license that important.. He trudged back to the parking lot, cursing and swearing the stupid blonde boy who would eventually come 20 minutes later because he had no car to drive getting there…
TBC..
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