Disclaimer: Yet again, I do not own Harry Potter or his friends.oh, and
this is SLASH..Rated R SLASH..
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter.I really appreciate it!
Chapter Two: Of Dragons and Nude Photos
*Draco POV*
"I still can't believe it..!" Blaise said for probably the hundredth time. Ever since they'd gotten back from the start of term feast he'd been standing by the fire proclaiming his disbelief. And though Draco was beginning to get angry..he had to admit that he didn't quite believe it himself.
Draco had gotten off of the train quickly that evening, not pausing to see if Potter was anywhere around. Yes, he was flustered, and yes, he was shocked. But was he going to let anyone know about said emotions? Hell, no!
He had been just about to make it..he'd been so close to getting to the carriages without being noticed..when a silky voice came from behind.
"Not trying to run away are you? I thought we might ride together to the castle..," came the voice. Draco didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He sounded close, almost close enough to touch if you reached back only a few inches. Why? Why was Draco being punished like this? Hadn't he always been a good boy?
"Well," Draco began dryly, throwing himself into a carriage without looking back, "Potter, you're just going to have to ride with your little pep squad, because I am riding alone."
Shutting the door with flourish, Draco smiled serenely to himself and sighed. No Potter, he thought to himself. No Blaise, no Pansy, no mudbloods, no one but him. Was his company so enthralling that everyone had to have a piece? He couldn't help that he'd been blessed with good looks, a great smile, and a stellar personality. Just luck, he thought to himself.
Looking forward to a quiet, uneventful ride to the castle, he nearly choked on his own tongue when he heard that deep voice coming from a dark corner of the carriage. How?
"That was rude, Malfoy," Potter said, finally sliding into the light. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were avoiding me."
Finally taking a good look at him, Draco gasped inwardly. Gone was the awkward, skinny, bespectacled young man that had walked away from Hogwarts the prior year. Here sat a vision in dark, charcoal black robes. Here sat a man with eyes that glittered like emeralds in the twilight. Here sat an Adonis, confident in himself as he leaned his head back to search Draco's reaction to his appearance. Here also sat a VERY embarrassed Draco..but lets not get into that.
"Potter," Draco spat, trying his best to hide his eyes from the other man. Draco was well aware that when he was getting hot his eyes darkened to the point that they looked nearly black..why tell the whole world when you're getting horny?
"If you intend to ride in this carriage..," he said, reaching for the handle, "then I do NOT."
He had just put his hand on the carriage handle when he heard Potter whisper a spell into the air. Without warning, the doors were locked, and Draco found himself pinned to the wall by a dark boot.
"Aww..don't go yet," Potter said, pulling his boot away. "What better place than this for privacy?" He slowly bent down at the waist, until his face was inches from Draco's. Potter didn't touch him, just breathed on him and whispered, "what better place than this for an..intimate..conversation?"
Suddenly loosing his ability to be calm and collected, Draco jumped away, his voice going much higher than he expected. "I don't want to have an intimate ANYTHING with you, Potter!" He quickly backed away into a corner, nearly pulling his legs up before realizing how ridiculous that would look.
The carriage finally began to move, making Draco's discomfort even greater. Oh, perfect, now he couldn't get out, and it was a good ten minutes before they got to the school. Someone could do a lot of damage in ten mintues.
"Honestly, Potter," Draco said, finally regaining his cool. "If I'd known you'd wanted me so badly I would have given you a nude photograph. Maybe you could jack off to that instead of bothering me."
Potter simply smiled, and nodded for a moment and then sat down. Draco was grateful for the respite, as he now had the unfortunate task of thinking of something cold to calm his aching arousal. Damn Potter, Draco thought nastily, stewing in his own anger. It would just figure that he'd suddenly get hot without Draco noticing.
"I like nude photos," Potter said suddenly, looking thoughtful as he said so. "You know, you don't have your robes on. You might want to dress before we get to the castle."
"OOOhhh no, Potter," Draco said, sitting up very straight. He KNEW where this was going. "This isn't some muggle romance novel. I'm not taking one piece of clothes off in front of you!"
"May I do it then..?" Came the reply.
"NO!"
Out came Potter's bottom lip, pouting as though he'd been told his puppy died. Draco couldn't help it, he looked.
"What are you playing at Potter?" Draco said, trying to sound reasonable. "Since when do you like men?" It had been common knowledge for years that Draco was into everything. If you had a pulse, didn't have any diseases, and were interested in a few hours of absolute bliss..well, Draco was your man.
"Well, first out, I'm not playing," Potter began. He was slowly reaching to the dark corner he'd come from. When his arm came back from the darkness his hand held a small leather pouch that he pulled some kind of muggle device from.
"Second of all," he continued, playing with some round buttons on the device. "I've always liked guys."
"And third," he held the machine up to his eye and smiled. "Pose for me Malfoy."
"What," Draco, asked, his eyebrows coming together with confusion. He leaned closer to Potter for a second, trying to decide what the small black thing was. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a camera, but wizarding cameras didn't look like that.
"I'm holding you to your word. You said you'd give me a photograph. I've been taking pictures of my friends since this is our last journey to Hogwarts..,"
"I will NOT..," Draco interrupted, sputtering a little. "..give you a nude photo..how dare..,"
Potter laughed, his head thrown back. His laugh was a long, smooth sound that echoed and bounced off the walls of the carriage. Draco could see his neck, the smoothness of it. "Fine then! I'll take one with your clothes on..it would ruin the surprise for me if I saw you naked now anyway."
"You..," Draco said, so furious that he couldn't seem to get out a whole sentence. "Not..see..nude..me! You..NEVER!"
"I'll leave you alone.." Potter said, grinning and cocking one eyebrow.
"Alone?" Draco answered.
"Yes, alone. Will that please you?"
Draco thought about that for a second. It was either let Potter take his little picture or let Potter bother him for the rest of the year. Swallowing his pride (which was difficult) he slowly said.
"Very well..," he said, getting louder "but be quick about it..!"
"All right, but you're going to have to pose..," Potter said, motioning Draco to the middle of the seat.
Slowly Draco moved, until he sat with his legs crossed and his eyes fixed out the window. Potter had damn well better be satisfied, because this was the only pose he was going to get!
Draco saw a bright flash out of the corner of his eye, which he assumed was the camera. He had been about to move when without warning Potter began yelling, "Oh, yeah, that's incredible. Yeah, that's how I like it!"
"Wha..," Draco said, fury boiling up in him.
Suddenly, before he knew what had happened, the door to the carriage flew open, and there stood Zabini, gaping at the two of them like a fish. How long had they been stopped? How long had Zabini been standing there?
"That was great Malfoy," Potter said, jumping out of the carriage, camera in tow. "We'll get together again..soon.." With that he walked off, glancing back only long enough to smile at Draco and wave the camera at him.
Draco could hardly look at Zabini. In fact, he DIDN'T look at Zabini until he heard a soft chuckling that turned into the loudest laughter Draco thought he'd ever heard come from the Slytherin.
Once again, Potter had left one Slytherin, doubled over with laughter. Only this time, he hadn't left Draco slack-jawed..he'd left him angry. Dragons have awful tempers..
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter.I really appreciate it!
Chapter Two: Of Dragons and Nude Photos
*Draco POV*
"I still can't believe it..!" Blaise said for probably the hundredth time. Ever since they'd gotten back from the start of term feast he'd been standing by the fire proclaiming his disbelief. And though Draco was beginning to get angry..he had to admit that he didn't quite believe it himself.
Draco had gotten off of the train quickly that evening, not pausing to see if Potter was anywhere around. Yes, he was flustered, and yes, he was shocked. But was he going to let anyone know about said emotions? Hell, no!
He had been just about to make it..he'd been so close to getting to the carriages without being noticed..when a silky voice came from behind.
"Not trying to run away are you? I thought we might ride together to the castle..," came the voice. Draco didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He sounded close, almost close enough to touch if you reached back only a few inches. Why? Why was Draco being punished like this? Hadn't he always been a good boy?
"Well," Draco began dryly, throwing himself into a carriage without looking back, "Potter, you're just going to have to ride with your little pep squad, because I am riding alone."
Shutting the door with flourish, Draco smiled serenely to himself and sighed. No Potter, he thought to himself. No Blaise, no Pansy, no mudbloods, no one but him. Was his company so enthralling that everyone had to have a piece? He couldn't help that he'd been blessed with good looks, a great smile, and a stellar personality. Just luck, he thought to himself.
Looking forward to a quiet, uneventful ride to the castle, he nearly choked on his own tongue when he heard that deep voice coming from a dark corner of the carriage. How?
"That was rude, Malfoy," Potter said, finally sliding into the light. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were avoiding me."
Finally taking a good look at him, Draco gasped inwardly. Gone was the awkward, skinny, bespectacled young man that had walked away from Hogwarts the prior year. Here sat a vision in dark, charcoal black robes. Here sat a man with eyes that glittered like emeralds in the twilight. Here sat an Adonis, confident in himself as he leaned his head back to search Draco's reaction to his appearance. Here also sat a VERY embarrassed Draco..but lets not get into that.
"Potter," Draco spat, trying his best to hide his eyes from the other man. Draco was well aware that when he was getting hot his eyes darkened to the point that they looked nearly black..why tell the whole world when you're getting horny?
"If you intend to ride in this carriage..," he said, reaching for the handle, "then I do NOT."
He had just put his hand on the carriage handle when he heard Potter whisper a spell into the air. Without warning, the doors were locked, and Draco found himself pinned to the wall by a dark boot.
"Aww..don't go yet," Potter said, pulling his boot away. "What better place than this for privacy?" He slowly bent down at the waist, until his face was inches from Draco's. Potter didn't touch him, just breathed on him and whispered, "what better place than this for an..intimate..conversation?"
Suddenly loosing his ability to be calm and collected, Draco jumped away, his voice going much higher than he expected. "I don't want to have an intimate ANYTHING with you, Potter!" He quickly backed away into a corner, nearly pulling his legs up before realizing how ridiculous that would look.
The carriage finally began to move, making Draco's discomfort even greater. Oh, perfect, now he couldn't get out, and it was a good ten minutes before they got to the school. Someone could do a lot of damage in ten mintues.
"Honestly, Potter," Draco said, finally regaining his cool. "If I'd known you'd wanted me so badly I would have given you a nude photograph. Maybe you could jack off to that instead of bothering me."
Potter simply smiled, and nodded for a moment and then sat down. Draco was grateful for the respite, as he now had the unfortunate task of thinking of something cold to calm his aching arousal. Damn Potter, Draco thought nastily, stewing in his own anger. It would just figure that he'd suddenly get hot without Draco noticing.
"I like nude photos," Potter said suddenly, looking thoughtful as he said so. "You know, you don't have your robes on. You might want to dress before we get to the castle."
"OOOhhh no, Potter," Draco said, sitting up very straight. He KNEW where this was going. "This isn't some muggle romance novel. I'm not taking one piece of clothes off in front of you!"
"May I do it then..?" Came the reply.
"NO!"
Out came Potter's bottom lip, pouting as though he'd been told his puppy died. Draco couldn't help it, he looked.
"What are you playing at Potter?" Draco said, trying to sound reasonable. "Since when do you like men?" It had been common knowledge for years that Draco was into everything. If you had a pulse, didn't have any diseases, and were interested in a few hours of absolute bliss..well, Draco was your man.
"Well, first out, I'm not playing," Potter began. He was slowly reaching to the dark corner he'd come from. When his arm came back from the darkness his hand held a small leather pouch that he pulled some kind of muggle device from.
"Second of all," he continued, playing with some round buttons on the device. "I've always liked guys."
"And third," he held the machine up to his eye and smiled. "Pose for me Malfoy."
"What," Draco, asked, his eyebrows coming together with confusion. He leaned closer to Potter for a second, trying to decide what the small black thing was. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a camera, but wizarding cameras didn't look like that.
"I'm holding you to your word. You said you'd give me a photograph. I've been taking pictures of my friends since this is our last journey to Hogwarts..,"
"I will NOT..," Draco interrupted, sputtering a little. "..give you a nude photo..how dare..,"
Potter laughed, his head thrown back. His laugh was a long, smooth sound that echoed and bounced off the walls of the carriage. Draco could see his neck, the smoothness of it. "Fine then! I'll take one with your clothes on..it would ruin the surprise for me if I saw you naked now anyway."
"You..," Draco said, so furious that he couldn't seem to get out a whole sentence. "Not..see..nude..me! You..NEVER!"
"I'll leave you alone.." Potter said, grinning and cocking one eyebrow.
"Alone?" Draco answered.
"Yes, alone. Will that please you?"
Draco thought about that for a second. It was either let Potter take his little picture or let Potter bother him for the rest of the year. Swallowing his pride (which was difficult) he slowly said.
"Very well..," he said, getting louder "but be quick about it..!"
"All right, but you're going to have to pose..," Potter said, motioning Draco to the middle of the seat.
Slowly Draco moved, until he sat with his legs crossed and his eyes fixed out the window. Potter had damn well better be satisfied, because this was the only pose he was going to get!
Draco saw a bright flash out of the corner of his eye, which he assumed was the camera. He had been about to move when without warning Potter began yelling, "Oh, yeah, that's incredible. Yeah, that's how I like it!"
"Wha..," Draco said, fury boiling up in him.
Suddenly, before he knew what had happened, the door to the carriage flew open, and there stood Zabini, gaping at the two of them like a fish. How long had they been stopped? How long had Zabini been standing there?
"That was great Malfoy," Potter said, jumping out of the carriage, camera in tow. "We'll get together again..soon.." With that he walked off, glancing back only long enough to smile at Draco and wave the camera at him.
Draco could hardly look at Zabini. In fact, he DIDN'T look at Zabini until he heard a soft chuckling that turned into the loudest laughter Draco thought he'd ever heard come from the Slytherin.
Once again, Potter had left one Slytherin, doubled over with laughter. Only this time, he hadn't left Draco slack-jawed..he'd left him angry. Dragons have awful tempers..
