The tension in the limo hung like low clouds around the two boys.
Harry was looking like a trapped animal; he'd squished himself into a
corner, as far from Malfoy as he could get. Malfoy on the other hand looked
as nonchalant as ever, that secretive smile still creeping across his face.
He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Why do you have to be so dramatic, Potter?
I'm not kidnapping you-well not really-I just made Crabbe use that disguise
to help me get you away from those despicable Muggles. You should be
thanking me right now. How ungrateful!" Draco was smiling broadly, and
began to creep across the car seat towards Harry. Harry had no where to go.
"Where are you taking me, Malfoy?"
"To my house of course, you're going to be the gardener of Malfoy Manor, remember?" Draco said grandly, chuckling to himself. Harry didn't seem amused in the slightest.
"If you expect me to mow one blade of grass on your stinking yard then-," Harry began angrily, but was interrupted by Draco. "Fine Potter," Draco sighed, "the truth then? This summer's been utterly and completely boring, and I was.well, that is to say I.well, dammit, Potter I was lonely." Draco ended the sentence, and looked away from Harry, embarrassed.
Harry was dumbfounded; never had Malfoy admitted to anything except utter superiority, never to something as mundane as loneliness. But then, Harry knew something of that, of feeling totally alone, how heartbreaking it was to be different, to have no friends or even a kind word. Harry looked up at Malfoy in a new light; sure, he had practically kidnapped him but here he was making himself vulnerable to Harry, looking at Harry with almost pleading eyes. 'Come to think of it, he hasn't tried to be nasty once since I saw him. Does he really want to be friends? Can I trust him?' Harry thought.
Draco sensed a struggle taking place in Harry, reached out and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at the hand for a moment but didn't flinch. "Listen, Potter.Harry, I mean. I don't really want to take you away against your will. But I'm telling you the truth, that what I want is someone to keep me company this summer, someone other than my loathsome father." A hard look came across Draco's face, as if he were remembering something very unpleasant. "But if you don't want to trust me, of if you truly do hate me, I will take you back to Privet Drive and never bother you again." As an afterthought he added, "You can even keep the bag.as a. souvenir." He smiled weakly.
Harry had never seen this side of Draco, and was touched. Why not let bygones be bygones, if Draco really meant it? Harry looked deep within Draco's eyes, searching for something indicating deception or that this was all an elaborate gag played upon him, but he found nothing. Draco was really being sincere, but there was something else in his face-pain. A deep- seated, ancient pain, a pain he had grown up with and nursed silently. What was it? Could it have something to do with his father?
It was strange and wonderful being this close to someone. Draco seemed to have no qualms invading his personal space, and Harry admitted he liked it. He liked studying Draco's perfect porcelain features, his smooth skin, and expressive emerald eyes, feeling warm breath on his neck. Something about Draco's tragic beauty touched him, and he couldn't help but feel aroused by this warm body so close to his own.
"I'm going out on a limb here, and maybe I will regret it," began Harry slowly, "BUT, I will come with you Draco."
Draco looked both surprised and extremely pleased. "Potter..Harry..well I'm glad you made the sensible decision," he teased, "Actually, I'm so happy I could kiss you!" Immediately he regretted his words, and quickly added "That's just an expression you know..."
Harry looked up at Draco and softly said, "Why don't you do it then?"
Draco looked at Harry with poorly-concealed desire. "Really?" he whispered in Harry's ear, "Is that what you want, Harry?" Harry's voice was rough as he answered, "Yes, kiss me..."
Draco needed no more encouragement, and leaned down to press his lips softly upon Harry's, innocently, gently. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as Harry pulled him closer, onto his lap. Harry wanted more than soft, sweet kisses, and opened his mouth to deepen Draco's kiss. Draco hungrily began to explore Harry's warm, wet mouth with his tongue, Harry's tongue answering and returning the caress. Draco ran his hands up Harry's face and tangled his hands in his hair, pulling Harry's head slightly backwards to further control the kiss; Draco plunged his tongue deeper into Harry's throat, wanting to taste his very soul.
Harry had never been touched this way before, and it was heaven. He felt totally out of control; he just wanted Draco to touch him, lick him, use him, and do whatever he wanted as long at this didn't stop. He could feel Draco's hard cock pressed against his stomach, and it was driving him crazy. What did it look like? Was it big or small; was it as wondrously soft as the rest of Draco's skin? What would Draco look like as Harry took his cock into his mouth? These thoughts were making Harry so hard he could hardly stand it, and he moaned softly into Draco's eager mouth. Harry's hands ran down Draco's back and felt under his jacket and shirt to the smooth, cool skin underneath; Draco's back arched at Harry's touch as his hands traced up Draco's back and up to his shoulders, scraping his nails across Draco's skin on the way back down. Draco let out a stifled whimper and said breathlessly, "Harry, Harry...I've wanted you for years but I thought I could never have you. Please forgive my deception-," The rest of his sentence was drowned in Harry's mouth; he couldn't keep away from Draco.
Suddenly the car came to a jolting halt, and Draco was nearly thrown out of Harry's lap. Harry grabbed him before he fell, and Draco stood still, looking into Harry's eyes. Harry tried to pull Draco towards him and kiss him again, but Draco sat up and said, "We're home." Draco pulled himself off an unsatisfied and protesting Harry, and smoothed his clothes and hair to look presentable again.
"The driver will take you through the house to your room, Harry." Draco looked at Harry and smiled, trying to pat down Harry's even more-messy-than- usual hair. "I've got some business to take care of before I can join you." Draco's face suddenly looked very dark, full of anger and hatred. For a moment, Harry thought the old Draco was back, but the look passed. Draco smiled and kissed Harry lightly on the lips. "I won't be long," he said. Before Harry could reply, Draco had opened the door and was heading towards the main entrance of the grandest house-no, castle!-Harry had ever seen. He sat in the car for a moment more, then grabbed Hedwig's cage, and slid out of the car as well.
"Where are you taking me, Malfoy?"
"To my house of course, you're going to be the gardener of Malfoy Manor, remember?" Draco said grandly, chuckling to himself. Harry didn't seem amused in the slightest.
"If you expect me to mow one blade of grass on your stinking yard then-," Harry began angrily, but was interrupted by Draco. "Fine Potter," Draco sighed, "the truth then? This summer's been utterly and completely boring, and I was.well, that is to say I.well, dammit, Potter I was lonely." Draco ended the sentence, and looked away from Harry, embarrassed.
Harry was dumbfounded; never had Malfoy admitted to anything except utter superiority, never to something as mundane as loneliness. But then, Harry knew something of that, of feeling totally alone, how heartbreaking it was to be different, to have no friends or even a kind word. Harry looked up at Malfoy in a new light; sure, he had practically kidnapped him but here he was making himself vulnerable to Harry, looking at Harry with almost pleading eyes. 'Come to think of it, he hasn't tried to be nasty once since I saw him. Does he really want to be friends? Can I trust him?' Harry thought.
Draco sensed a struggle taking place in Harry, reached out and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at the hand for a moment but didn't flinch. "Listen, Potter.Harry, I mean. I don't really want to take you away against your will. But I'm telling you the truth, that what I want is someone to keep me company this summer, someone other than my loathsome father." A hard look came across Draco's face, as if he were remembering something very unpleasant. "But if you don't want to trust me, of if you truly do hate me, I will take you back to Privet Drive and never bother you again." As an afterthought he added, "You can even keep the bag.as a. souvenir." He smiled weakly.
Harry had never seen this side of Draco, and was touched. Why not let bygones be bygones, if Draco really meant it? Harry looked deep within Draco's eyes, searching for something indicating deception or that this was all an elaborate gag played upon him, but he found nothing. Draco was really being sincere, but there was something else in his face-pain. A deep- seated, ancient pain, a pain he had grown up with and nursed silently. What was it? Could it have something to do with his father?
It was strange and wonderful being this close to someone. Draco seemed to have no qualms invading his personal space, and Harry admitted he liked it. He liked studying Draco's perfect porcelain features, his smooth skin, and expressive emerald eyes, feeling warm breath on his neck. Something about Draco's tragic beauty touched him, and he couldn't help but feel aroused by this warm body so close to his own.
"I'm going out on a limb here, and maybe I will regret it," began Harry slowly, "BUT, I will come with you Draco."
Draco looked both surprised and extremely pleased. "Potter..Harry..well I'm glad you made the sensible decision," he teased, "Actually, I'm so happy I could kiss you!" Immediately he regretted his words, and quickly added "That's just an expression you know..."
Harry looked up at Draco and softly said, "Why don't you do it then?"
Draco looked at Harry with poorly-concealed desire. "Really?" he whispered in Harry's ear, "Is that what you want, Harry?" Harry's voice was rough as he answered, "Yes, kiss me..."
Draco needed no more encouragement, and leaned down to press his lips softly upon Harry's, innocently, gently. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as Harry pulled him closer, onto his lap. Harry wanted more than soft, sweet kisses, and opened his mouth to deepen Draco's kiss. Draco hungrily began to explore Harry's warm, wet mouth with his tongue, Harry's tongue answering and returning the caress. Draco ran his hands up Harry's face and tangled his hands in his hair, pulling Harry's head slightly backwards to further control the kiss; Draco plunged his tongue deeper into Harry's throat, wanting to taste his very soul.
Harry had never been touched this way before, and it was heaven. He felt totally out of control; he just wanted Draco to touch him, lick him, use him, and do whatever he wanted as long at this didn't stop. He could feel Draco's hard cock pressed against his stomach, and it was driving him crazy. What did it look like? Was it big or small; was it as wondrously soft as the rest of Draco's skin? What would Draco look like as Harry took his cock into his mouth? These thoughts were making Harry so hard he could hardly stand it, and he moaned softly into Draco's eager mouth. Harry's hands ran down Draco's back and felt under his jacket and shirt to the smooth, cool skin underneath; Draco's back arched at Harry's touch as his hands traced up Draco's back and up to his shoulders, scraping his nails across Draco's skin on the way back down. Draco let out a stifled whimper and said breathlessly, "Harry, Harry...I've wanted you for years but I thought I could never have you. Please forgive my deception-," The rest of his sentence was drowned in Harry's mouth; he couldn't keep away from Draco.
Suddenly the car came to a jolting halt, and Draco was nearly thrown out of Harry's lap. Harry grabbed him before he fell, and Draco stood still, looking into Harry's eyes. Harry tried to pull Draco towards him and kiss him again, but Draco sat up and said, "We're home." Draco pulled himself off an unsatisfied and protesting Harry, and smoothed his clothes and hair to look presentable again.
"The driver will take you through the house to your room, Harry." Draco looked at Harry and smiled, trying to pat down Harry's even more-messy-than- usual hair. "I've got some business to take care of before I can join you." Draco's face suddenly looked very dark, full of anger and hatred. For a moment, Harry thought the old Draco was back, but the look passed. Draco smiled and kissed Harry lightly on the lips. "I won't be long," he said. Before Harry could reply, Draco had opened the door and was heading towards the main entrance of the grandest house-no, castle!-Harry had ever seen. He sat in the car for a moment more, then grabbed Hedwig's cage, and slid out of the car as well.