I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing with Harry Potter alone in some American Muggle town but I turned to my left, feeling the presence of another I found him and us there. Before I could react and ask him what the bloody hell he thought he was doing there, I felt his fingers slide over the back of my hand and then curl in with my own, his eyes forward the whole time as if it were a gesture he'd made a hundred times before. As if I wouldn't jerk my hand away and shove him back as hard as I could. But then again, I didn't do either of those things. Instead, as if in some sort of stupor, I turned back forward and continued walking.
On our left was a busy four-lane street. Dirty cars zoomed by, one after the other, like swiftly moving bugs, tousling my hair as they passed. There were all sorts of shops around too, circling us. The two of us strolled past a graveyard and then a flower shop to our left. Across the street was a bank and a small Baptist church. "Hey, Draco," Harry said suddenly distracting my attention from a group of Muggle girls dressed in dirty khaki shorts and tank tops with wide brimmed hats as they moved across the lanes cautiously to the flower shop. "Let's look at the flowers, okay?"
"The flowers," I repeated with a distracted voice. I allowed my fellow schoolmate to detach us from the sidewalk and guide us towards the rows of green houses and outdoor flower tables.
"My Aunt," Harry said with a scowl in his voice, "she has a garden outside her house. She always makes me weed it if she thinks I've done something improper, you know, like a punishment?"
"My father sends me to bed without supper," I replied evenly. Harry was leaning over an English Rose plant, the flower's petals a milky white I likened to the color of my own skin. The buds looked even whiter in Harry's hands as he caressed the smooth veiny flower with a strong, thick thumb. My cheeks heated slightly when he began to laugh.
"He sends you to bed without supper?" he repeated as he stepped away from the flower his hand returning to mine. "He doesn't make you do chores or anything?" I could tell he was baiting me so I wrinkled my brow and answered as indignantly as I could.
"Of course not, Potter, we have servants for that!"
It must have been the answer he was looking for because he burst into laughter again and squeezed my hand. With a little tug on his part he was pulling me closer his fingers tightening in mine. "You're so…so cute," He whispered his eyes searching my face for moments before he wet his lips and shoved them against mine.
My heart thumped in chest once and seemed to stop. Everything seemed to stop. My arms froze at my sides in shock and my eyes opened wide, Harry, so close to my face, a blur of dark hair and sun touched skin. His lips were so soft and he kissed me with such familiarity--as if he had a right to.
But I knew better. I had never kissed Harry Potter before. I'd never wanted to kiss Harry Potter before. I didn't want to kiss Harry Potter now! As he deepened the kiss, his slick warm tongue forced itself between my lips and into my mouth. It melted me. My blood slushed from ice and chugged once more through my body allowing me to act. Gripping the Gryffindor by the shoulders, I quite effectively pried us apart, my mouth tearing from his.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped so loudly and fiercely, that those that had noticed us and paused to watch our kiss swiftly turned around and returned to their shopping lest they face my wrath. I could feel the other's saliva mixing with my own in my mouth, or at least imagined I could, and in disgust I rubbed the sleeve of my blue wool sweater over my lips and turned to spit into the gutter. "Disgusting!"
The whole time Harry just laughed, and laughed and took my hand from my mouth and reclaimed my fingers. Once more, before I could protest, he was pulling me along through the flowers and I lost my resolve to fight because holding hands with him really wasn't so bad.
After all, I tried to convince myself, Harry was familiar with Muggle living where I was not, the streets and buildings and throngs of people were foreign to me although I had seen cars and buildings and Muggles before. It was a strange, new place and me, without my father to conduct me, had no one else to look to for guidance on how to act and behave properly.
As he continued to peruse the flowers the fact that I still had no idea what we were doing here and apparently, Harry did and wasn't sharing, infuriated me. The other always seemed to know too much, to be one step or move ahead of me. For a Malfoy, the best of the best, this was a cause of much distress and gloom.
I watched him with my shrewd, gray eyes (I know just how to make them icy and unforgiving) and tried to find a way to ask him my questions without appearing to ask them. He was fingering a few flowers in a sea of orange and yellow marigolds when he turned to me quite suddenly. "Yes?" he asked.
I leaned back away from him with a quick start as if he had nipped at me and settled my expression into a disgruntled one. "What do you mean, 'yes'?" I took my hand from his, my fingers warm and humid with…perspiration? My fingers twitched and I curled them into fists to preserve the evidence.
"Well, you've been staring at me the whole time we've been here but when I tried to kiss you you turned all Malfoy on me again."
"All Malfoy?" Now my indignation was real. My hands were sweating so much.
"Yeah, you know, all hoity-toity, stuck up, snobbish Malfoy."
I blinked at him for a while frustration mounting. Frustration that I expressed with a growl in my throat and a roll of my eyes. I turned away from him and started through the lines of flowers on my own.
After a moment I heard his steps behind me and the obnoxious sound of his subdued laughter. When he tried to take my hand again I ripped it away from him and folded my arms over my chest. "Fine, fine," he said with a smirk and a shake of his untidy head. "I understand how it's going to be then. When you're through throwing your temper tantrum we can hold hands again."
"Temper tantrum indeed." I scowled and promised Harry's back as he passed me that I would never hold his hand again.
It took only about ten minutes before I began to notice him again, notice him in a way I never had before. He leaned over to inspect a yellow and pink snapdragon and his messy, storm cloud hair fell over his eyes. He reached his hand up to brush it back into place but the effort was useless and it soon slid into a just as messy fashion. I caught my hand inches away from Harry's head, my fingers twitching and my desire to situate his hair a strong egg in my throat. He looked simply too boyishly beautiful with the heroic, square lines of his jaw, his soft cheeks and dark lashes.
My hand shot away as he turned, sensing my presence. When he smiled at me I felt my cheeks burn again with embarrassment at my own thoughts of how those lips had felt and tasted and how those fingers with their white white nails had been so strong as they'd squeezed my hips while we kissed.
It was another ten minutes before I couldn't hold out any longer and over some honeysuckle bushes, I wiped my still sweating palms on my pants and shyly took his hand.
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"Potter!" I moaned my fingers tightening in his dark hair as he moved his mouth down over my chest, sprinkling wet kisses over my trembling flesh. "Oh…Oh god!" My eyes opened and all I saw was the white stucco expanse of ceiling above me, my vision hazy with want and lust.
The other's body, held between my loving white legs moved quietly over my own as he thrust into me. It had been painful, so very painful at first and I had thought I wouldn't be able to stand the warm column of flesh forcing itself inside my body. Each moment of every pistoning hammer ached. The in and the out over and over my insides clenching tightly around the trespassing organ.
It still hurt now but his hands were firm and gentle on my shoulders, my hips, and my thighs. Quivering, I forced my eyes to turn and rest on him. His hair had completely obscured his vision and all there was to see were his two pink cheeks, the slender curve of his nose, and those lips beautifully parted to reveal tongue and teeth as he panted, a bead of sweat sliding down his jaw. It was so beautiful as watching him transfigured pain to pleasure so intense my eyes began to water. He moved so delicately in and over me, his hands tenderly caressing my sensitive skin, crawling up my sides and massaging my biceps.
Our bodies twisted and we turned, the soft sheets and pillows now beneath my knees and Harry over my back kneading his fingers into the knots of my spine as he pumped into me. My elbows, my knees, all of my limbs were shaking.
When his hands finally slid over the curve of my hip and around my swollen, weeping erection. I yelped aloud, my moan shivering and desperate. Holding onto the bed's headboard for support I whimpered as his callused, seeker's fingers moved over my penis tracing veins, circling the tip and then descending delicately and teasingly to cup my balls in his palm, gently massaging.
His sweating body covered mine as he whispered hotly into my ear, his voice breathy and broken. "Draco, oh, Draco—" He nibbled my ear as the tip of my penis oozed excited pre-cum onto his fingers. "You're soft. You're so soft all over. Like silk. Just like silk."
There weren't anymore words after that, only actions as he ground into me, entering my body again and again until I was raw and exhausted with pleasure and hate. I moaned, the noise catching in my throat as I came into his hands at the feeling of his own orgasm sliding from between the soft cheeks of my backside and down my shaking thighs.
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"What exactly are we doing here now?" I couldn't keep it to myself anymore, it was either remain ignorant and frustrated or reduce myself enough to ask my questions. I chose the later because, well, it was Harry Potter and after what we had just done (I still ached from it) I figured if I had trusted the Gryffindor with that, I could trust him with this. Admittance was definitely the lesser of the two evils.
"We're going to the airport. Don't you remember?" I must have given Harry the most quizzical, confused looks because he laughed slightly and slipped an arm around my shoulder and touched his lips to my left temple. "Oh, Draco, you're impossible. It's our first date."
"We…did what we just did on our first date?" I asked suspiciously. Despite popular belief, I wasn't a tramp and would never give it up on the first date. I hadn't so far and wasn't about to start yet.
"Well technically it's our first date," I watched as Harry slid his hands behind his head, his fingers weaving in his unkempt hair. I was so envious of those fingers! "We've been seeing each other for what, six months now?"
"Six months!"
"I know, it feels a lot longer, doesn't it? Of course every day having to deal with you is like a year in everyone else's time. You bring it upon yourself, though, you can be so difficult sometimes. At first I thought it was just a defense mechanism or something but then I realized it's just because you like to be a pain in the ass."
"I resent that." I grumbled at him and slid my hands into the front pockets of my pants. They were Muggle clothes I had been surprised to discover while they were being slowly lifted from my body by Harry's expert hands not more than four hours ago. They weren't as loose and airy as robes and I miss the freedom but the sweater, I noticed, has this cute little alligator on the left side that made it worth it.
"It's showing again." Harry smirked and nudged me with his hip.
"What is?"
"Your Malfoy."
"Go to hell."
We walked in silence onwards towards the "airport". Why we didn't just take a taxicab or something like that was beyond me. I was surprised I even had the sense to think of that. It would have been a lot easier if we could catch the Knight Bus, Floo ourselves over, or even apparate if we had our licenses. Of course, "airports" probably don't have fireplaces.
"What are we doing at the airport?" I tentatively asked though didn't let the firmness completely drain from my voice.
"We're going on a balloon ride."
"A what?"
"A hot air balloon ride. It's a really really big balloon over a basket. You stand in it and go flying around. I've never been but I've always wanted to and it looks like it should be a lot of fun."
"Whose idea was all of this?"
"What?" His hands came down from his head and lightly coiled around my arm. "Now you're just doing this to bug me. You made all the plans, Draco, you just prefer for me to take control." His fingers tickled the bottom of my arm but I couldn't bring myself to pull it away. "You always like it when I take charge. You're like a house elf that way. But with smaller ears and the ability to speak proper English."
"I'm flattered." I replied flatly and took my arm away finally, just to punish him.
"Hey, look over there." Harry was pointing down the road where pulling over to a curb was an ancient yellow car with fake wood paneling over the sides and a rear door held down by bungie cords and silver adhesive.
The window rolled down and a fat woman with frazzled orange hair, earrings down to her shoulders, and bug-like white sunglasses leaned out. "You boy's need a ride somewhere?" She asked.
"Yeah!" Harry called before I could stop him and as he took my arm to lead me off I yanked him back close. "Potter, I don't know what you're on but I don't think we should take a ride in a car like that."
"What?" The incredulous look that crossed his face was so infuriating I wanted to slap it right off of his mouth. "You're not worried about our safety are you? We're wizards, Draco, they aren't going to do anything to us that we won't be able to handle. They're just Muggles."
"I'm not worried about that, perish the thought," I gave his arm a firm pinch for being stupid and was reminded once again why I despised Gryffindors so much. They were so stupid. "Look at that vehicle. I think it might fall apart if we get in it and that woman is horrific. I bet the car floor is littered with rubbish and the seats are covered in animal hair and smell like piss."
"Exactly!" Harry touched the corners of my mouth, smoothing his fingers over my frowning lips as if in hope of molding them into a smile. "It'll be exciting. And adventure. This is America! Something like this would never happen in England. Don't be such a prude, loosen up and take a risk every once and a while."
"Ugh," I groaned and covered my eyes with my hands. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Do you have your wand?"
"Yes, I have my wand." He sounded like a child who had been told they could stay up an hour or two past their bedtime and have ice cream for dinner.
"Good. And you know, I'm not taking responsibility for any of this and for the record, this wasn't a part of my date plans!" I informed him matter-of-factly and kept my hand from his when he reached for it. I didn't want him to get the wrong impression and think that even for a second I condoned this choice he'd made so swiftly. I'll just chalk it up to Gryffindor bravery.
"Where are you boys headed?" Asked the woman once our doors were tightly closed behind us. I had settled into the back seat next to a dark haired boy with icy blue eyes. He looked at us suspiciously and with contempt, something I soon realized was his normal expression. There was also a man in the front seat with a black bowler hat that made his head look larger than I hope it really was. His face was red and I can only guess its color stemmed from his amazing bulk crammed into such a small driver's seat.
On the dashboard, a dog bobbed its head as the car pulled away from the curb. I couldn't help but notice that the child wedged against the other side of the car next to me looked nothing either of the two "parents" in the front seat. Maybe we weren't the first this couple had picked up.
"The airport, I guess." Harry said and I could see he was mesmerized by the driver's massive globe like belly and the gravy stains on his white T-shirt that uncannily resembled the continents of the world. "We're going on a hot air balloon ride," Harry had the decency to blush when the man caught him staring as he turned to tap the ash from the stinking cigar held between his liver like lips.
"You don't want to go the airport then, what a silly idea." The woman laughed and nudged the man next to her. "Hey, honey, let's take them to Rocket Dan's sky diving. They have balloon rides there, don't they?"
"Uh." Honey grunted and leaned a meaty hand against the horn of his vehicle as someone ahead of him cut him off. "Stupid fu—" He must have realized there were children in the car and cut off his curse.
We drove in silence until the woman turned on the radio. I realized swiftly how hot it was in the car, there was no sort of conditioning and the windows were rolled up tightly. I reached to unroll mine and found the knob broken off.
Harry's fingers brushed against my thigh and I glanced over at him in alarm about the missing handles. He smiled and brushed a finger down my cheek catching a drop of moisture. "You're sweating up a storm. Not used to cramped up, hot places like this are you?"
"I've never lived my life in a cupboard." I replied snidely.
"That's an interesting scar you have on your forehead," The boy on my other side said suddenly, his voice crisp and brittle. I was reminded of the sound of autumn leaves being crushed between fingers.
"Uhm, yeah, well—" Harry, who was always infuriatingly modest about those things, tried to smooth down his untamable hair to cover the mark. "Car accident."
"Hm." The boy looked unimpressed or let down or disbelieving and turned away to look out the window resting against a greasy mark on the glass the same size and shape as his forehead.
"You know," The woman in the front with the frizzy red hair turned towards us. I caught her eyes with mine and narrowed my gaze. She shifted uncomfortably and glanced swiftly to Harry. "You don't have to be coy with us. We know who you are. At least who you are." She pointed a red nail at Harry.
I couldn't believe it. Was there a single person in this world that didn't know who Harry was just because of that silly little scar on his stupid forehead? I swatted his hand away from my thigh and glared out the window hatefully. Stupid Potter.
"Uhm…Er…you do?" It hadn't occurred to me that this was strange, some Muggle knowing who Harry was. My partner, however, seemed to have a bit more sense than jealousy and tried to cover our tracks. "Are you a relative? I don't think we've ever met."
"You don't have to be coy with us." She repeated. "I know who you are because me and Rick, and Set back there, we're all vampire hunters. Well, Set is a vampire hunter in training. If you're any sort of in training you can tell us."
"We're both wizards in training," my mouth moved and my voice spoke before I could restrain myself and I regretted it instantly. The woman's eyes lit up and she turned back to me. " We go to Hogwarts," I finished lamely.
"Of course you do. Of course you do!" Delighted, she turned back around and laughed softly. "Wonderful."
Rick turned down a country road that didn't look at all as if it would lead to any sort of sky diving company or airport. Harry's fingers implored attention on my thigh again, sliding warmly between them near my knee. "Stop it," I whispered to him and pushed his arm away wondering if the whole world had gone mad.
We were being led away Merlin knows where by a bunch of strange Muggles who thought they were vampire hunters down a deserted road and Harry was horny. "Sod." I cursed him again giving up only on his desperate seeking attention when his hand slid inconspicuously beneath my rear. We were pressed so close together back there the action went easily unnoticed.
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We ended up pulling down a long winding gravel driveway to a brown split-level house with a crab grass lawn and a pool with a slimy film over the top that told the story of a long period of waiting in-between cleanings. There were two other rusted out cars like the one we were driving in parked in the front lawn and when we got out of the vehicle a small pack of mutt dogs ran out to meet us, barking and sniffing my shoes.
Harry crouched and patted them all happily with dismissive laughter as they licked his face and mouth. He wouldn't be kissing me any time soon.
"Why don't you boys come in and have some cookies and milk." The woman said and started towards the back of the house. The front door was boarded up.
"Sounds great!" Harry replied stupidly and began to blindly follow until I grabbed him by the elbow and swung him back around.
"What do you have in your brains? Pudding? Are you thinking at all here, Potter?"
"Relax, I have my wand." He patted his thigh and then took me by the shoulders. "And besides, doesn't cookies and milk sound really good about now?" He gave me a playful shake and then stroked my arms with his hands before leaning forward and touching our lips together once more in a brief and convincing kiss.
And again I wondered just what I was doing with Harry Potter. Why I was dating him. Why I was letting him continue to kiss and touch me. Why he wasn't at all worried that we had been promised Rocket Dan's and been given a run down white-trash dump! He let me go and started back towards the house casually as if it were his own and I was left staring at his back with those dogs still at my heels.
It was all so strange to see him and not want to punch his teeth out. To not want to get him in trouble. But instead to want him to hold me and touch me and sneak his hands into my clothes like he'd been doing all day long.
The dog growled at me and I decided he wasn't bluffing and probably would bite so I hurried to catch up with the rest of the family and Harry's disappearing back.
The inside of the house wasn't much cleaner than the outside. I supposed Harry was used to this sort of place seeing as to how he spent most of his summers every summer over at that Weasley Burrow. There weren't chickens or gnomes here, though, just a lot of dirty dishes, fans, clothes, and shit from where the dogs hadn't been let out and everyone was too lazy to clean up after them.
A television was sitting on the floor against the wall flickering some Muggle news station. It looked, like everything else did in this house, as if it were just about ready to give up on life.
"Hey, Draco, look at this bird, isn't it pretty?" Harry asked. He had his dark fingers curled around the thin gold wire like bars of a cage hanging from the ceiling.
I went over to peer inside and there sat, at the bottom, a small blue and yellow budgie, swollen with death, still, and stinking. "Ugh! Potter that's disgusting!" The sandy paper at the bottom of the cage was half torn away as if the bird had been nibbling on it. I realized then it had probably starved to death, there were only shells and no seeds in its food dish and its water dish was empty, the corners caked with something green that suspiciously reminded me of algae. "That bird is dead!" I informed him with a glare and socked him in the shoulder.
"Well yeah," He laughed again and rubbed his arm and shook his head. "But isn't it pretty?"
I gave him a strange look and picked my way across the soiled carpet to sit in the chair that looked the sturdiest and cleanest out of the lot of mismatched furniture. The place made me think of how much I missed Malfoy Manor with its gothic archways and thick carpets and old iron scones. This sort of poverty was sickening. How could they have a pool and shit all over the carpet at the same time?
I wasn't sure where Harry had gone but I was suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn't there anymore. I looked up from my thoughts and towards the birdcage but he was no where to be seen. Rick, Set, and the woman all came in and changed the channel on the television. Rick, in his armchair looked smug about something and the hungry gleam in the others' eyes made my stomach churn. I patted my pockets down to find my wand for at least the feeling of security but it was no where to be found. The horror settled into my chest that I had left it behind somewhere, wherever I had been before I found myself walking down an American street in Muggle clothes.
"What am I doing here?" I asked aloud. "Who are you people and what am I doing here? Where's Harry?"
"Oh," The woman waved a hand at me and laughed as if I were playing some sort of joke. "Darling, what does any of that matter? Just relax and watch some television."
I turned my gray eyes towards the screen, squinting at it and trying to pick out the picture but it kept jumping and wouldn't focus. "Where is Harry?" I asked again shaking my head and abandoning the TV. Worry flooded me as swiftly as that odd desire and my fingers curled around the collar of my sweater. I looked too rich to be here.
"He's fine, he's probably just outside playing with those dogs. He sure loves those dogs." The woman shook her head with a faint nostalgic laughter and looked back to the television.
I hunched my shoulders as the feeling of a hundred centipedes creeping over my skin made me squirm and whimper. I was being watched. I could tell. It wasn't by any of the three I had been in the car with not ten minutes before but another pair of eyes and they were burning hatred into my back.
I tried to ignore them, to push them out of my mind and concentrate on the wobbling picture before my eyes. I tried to convince myself everything was truly all right and that there wasn't anything to worry about but the eyes bore into me, past my clothing and my skin and into all my vulnerability.
"Where's Harry?" I shouted as I hopped to my feet and whirled around to face who had been staring at me. I caught only the brief vision of layers of matted hair and huge monster hands, flashing teeth and flashing weapon before a knife was shoved into my chest. "No!" I shouted.
"No, don't!" My voice was so loud those around me gasped. Light headed and groggy the realization filtered through my brain that my surroundings were no longer the same. As my eyes came into focus I found myself in the familiar potions room at Hogwarts.
Snape had done his best to ignore my outburst that I realize was in fact a true outburst by all the sets of Gryffindor and Slytherin eyes on me. Blushing I covered my mouth with my hands and glanced wildly around the room.
My gaze stopped on Harry who had half risen from his eat Ron and Hermione looking at me with varying shades of the horror that painted the classroom. The looks on the other students' faces were actually concerned and I wondered just how desperate and scared my shout had been. Harry alone looked at me as if I had told him his best friend was dying.
I slowly sank back to my seat my hands sliding down my face, which I realized was covered with sweat and down over my chest where in my dream, it must have been a dream, the knife, and went into my body. There was nothing there, no blood, no ache, not even a tear in my robes.
With a trembling sigh and fingers shaking I lowered my forehead to the table and laced my fingers in my hair.
On our left was a busy four-lane street. Dirty cars zoomed by, one after the other, like swiftly moving bugs, tousling my hair as they passed. There were all sorts of shops around too, circling us. The two of us strolled past a graveyard and then a flower shop to our left. Across the street was a bank and a small Baptist church. "Hey, Draco," Harry said suddenly distracting my attention from a group of Muggle girls dressed in dirty khaki shorts and tank tops with wide brimmed hats as they moved across the lanes cautiously to the flower shop. "Let's look at the flowers, okay?"
"The flowers," I repeated with a distracted voice. I allowed my fellow schoolmate to detach us from the sidewalk and guide us towards the rows of green houses and outdoor flower tables.
"My Aunt," Harry said with a scowl in his voice, "she has a garden outside her house. She always makes me weed it if she thinks I've done something improper, you know, like a punishment?"
"My father sends me to bed without supper," I replied evenly. Harry was leaning over an English Rose plant, the flower's petals a milky white I likened to the color of my own skin. The buds looked even whiter in Harry's hands as he caressed the smooth veiny flower with a strong, thick thumb. My cheeks heated slightly when he began to laugh.
"He sends you to bed without supper?" he repeated as he stepped away from the flower his hand returning to mine. "He doesn't make you do chores or anything?" I could tell he was baiting me so I wrinkled my brow and answered as indignantly as I could.
"Of course not, Potter, we have servants for that!"
It must have been the answer he was looking for because he burst into laughter again and squeezed my hand. With a little tug on his part he was pulling me closer his fingers tightening in mine. "You're so…so cute," He whispered his eyes searching my face for moments before he wet his lips and shoved them against mine.
My heart thumped in chest once and seemed to stop. Everything seemed to stop. My arms froze at my sides in shock and my eyes opened wide, Harry, so close to my face, a blur of dark hair and sun touched skin. His lips were so soft and he kissed me with such familiarity--as if he had a right to.
But I knew better. I had never kissed Harry Potter before. I'd never wanted to kiss Harry Potter before. I didn't want to kiss Harry Potter now! As he deepened the kiss, his slick warm tongue forced itself between my lips and into my mouth. It melted me. My blood slushed from ice and chugged once more through my body allowing me to act. Gripping the Gryffindor by the shoulders, I quite effectively pried us apart, my mouth tearing from his.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped so loudly and fiercely, that those that had noticed us and paused to watch our kiss swiftly turned around and returned to their shopping lest they face my wrath. I could feel the other's saliva mixing with my own in my mouth, or at least imagined I could, and in disgust I rubbed the sleeve of my blue wool sweater over my lips and turned to spit into the gutter. "Disgusting!"
The whole time Harry just laughed, and laughed and took my hand from my mouth and reclaimed my fingers. Once more, before I could protest, he was pulling me along through the flowers and I lost my resolve to fight because holding hands with him really wasn't so bad.
After all, I tried to convince myself, Harry was familiar with Muggle living where I was not, the streets and buildings and throngs of people were foreign to me although I had seen cars and buildings and Muggles before. It was a strange, new place and me, without my father to conduct me, had no one else to look to for guidance on how to act and behave properly.
As he continued to peruse the flowers the fact that I still had no idea what we were doing here and apparently, Harry did and wasn't sharing, infuriated me. The other always seemed to know too much, to be one step or move ahead of me. For a Malfoy, the best of the best, this was a cause of much distress and gloom.
I watched him with my shrewd, gray eyes (I know just how to make them icy and unforgiving) and tried to find a way to ask him my questions without appearing to ask them. He was fingering a few flowers in a sea of orange and yellow marigolds when he turned to me quite suddenly. "Yes?" he asked.
I leaned back away from him with a quick start as if he had nipped at me and settled my expression into a disgruntled one. "What do you mean, 'yes'?" I took my hand from his, my fingers warm and humid with…perspiration? My fingers twitched and I curled them into fists to preserve the evidence.
"Well, you've been staring at me the whole time we've been here but when I tried to kiss you you turned all Malfoy on me again."
"All Malfoy?" Now my indignation was real. My hands were sweating so much.
"Yeah, you know, all hoity-toity, stuck up, snobbish Malfoy."
I blinked at him for a while frustration mounting. Frustration that I expressed with a growl in my throat and a roll of my eyes. I turned away from him and started through the lines of flowers on my own.
After a moment I heard his steps behind me and the obnoxious sound of his subdued laughter. When he tried to take my hand again I ripped it away from him and folded my arms over my chest. "Fine, fine," he said with a smirk and a shake of his untidy head. "I understand how it's going to be then. When you're through throwing your temper tantrum we can hold hands again."
"Temper tantrum indeed." I scowled and promised Harry's back as he passed me that I would never hold his hand again.
It took only about ten minutes before I began to notice him again, notice him in a way I never had before. He leaned over to inspect a yellow and pink snapdragon and his messy, storm cloud hair fell over his eyes. He reached his hand up to brush it back into place but the effort was useless and it soon slid into a just as messy fashion. I caught my hand inches away from Harry's head, my fingers twitching and my desire to situate his hair a strong egg in my throat. He looked simply too boyishly beautiful with the heroic, square lines of his jaw, his soft cheeks and dark lashes.
My hand shot away as he turned, sensing my presence. When he smiled at me I felt my cheeks burn again with embarrassment at my own thoughts of how those lips had felt and tasted and how those fingers with their white white nails had been so strong as they'd squeezed my hips while we kissed.
It was another ten minutes before I couldn't hold out any longer and over some honeysuckle bushes, I wiped my still sweating palms on my pants and shyly took his hand.
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"Potter!" I moaned my fingers tightening in his dark hair as he moved his mouth down over my chest, sprinkling wet kisses over my trembling flesh. "Oh…Oh god!" My eyes opened and all I saw was the white stucco expanse of ceiling above me, my vision hazy with want and lust.
The other's body, held between my loving white legs moved quietly over my own as he thrust into me. It had been painful, so very painful at first and I had thought I wouldn't be able to stand the warm column of flesh forcing itself inside my body. Each moment of every pistoning hammer ached. The in and the out over and over my insides clenching tightly around the trespassing organ.
It still hurt now but his hands were firm and gentle on my shoulders, my hips, and my thighs. Quivering, I forced my eyes to turn and rest on him. His hair had completely obscured his vision and all there was to see were his two pink cheeks, the slender curve of his nose, and those lips beautifully parted to reveal tongue and teeth as he panted, a bead of sweat sliding down his jaw. It was so beautiful as watching him transfigured pain to pleasure so intense my eyes began to water. He moved so delicately in and over me, his hands tenderly caressing my sensitive skin, crawling up my sides and massaging my biceps.
Our bodies twisted and we turned, the soft sheets and pillows now beneath my knees and Harry over my back kneading his fingers into the knots of my spine as he pumped into me. My elbows, my knees, all of my limbs were shaking.
When his hands finally slid over the curve of my hip and around my swollen, weeping erection. I yelped aloud, my moan shivering and desperate. Holding onto the bed's headboard for support I whimpered as his callused, seeker's fingers moved over my penis tracing veins, circling the tip and then descending delicately and teasingly to cup my balls in his palm, gently massaging.
His sweating body covered mine as he whispered hotly into my ear, his voice breathy and broken. "Draco, oh, Draco—" He nibbled my ear as the tip of my penis oozed excited pre-cum onto his fingers. "You're soft. You're so soft all over. Like silk. Just like silk."
There weren't anymore words after that, only actions as he ground into me, entering my body again and again until I was raw and exhausted with pleasure and hate. I moaned, the noise catching in my throat as I came into his hands at the feeling of his own orgasm sliding from between the soft cheeks of my backside and down my shaking thighs.
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"What exactly are we doing here now?" I couldn't keep it to myself anymore, it was either remain ignorant and frustrated or reduce myself enough to ask my questions. I chose the later because, well, it was Harry Potter and after what we had just done (I still ached from it) I figured if I had trusted the Gryffindor with that, I could trust him with this. Admittance was definitely the lesser of the two evils.
"We're going to the airport. Don't you remember?" I must have given Harry the most quizzical, confused looks because he laughed slightly and slipped an arm around my shoulder and touched his lips to my left temple. "Oh, Draco, you're impossible. It's our first date."
"We…did what we just did on our first date?" I asked suspiciously. Despite popular belief, I wasn't a tramp and would never give it up on the first date. I hadn't so far and wasn't about to start yet.
"Well technically it's our first date," I watched as Harry slid his hands behind his head, his fingers weaving in his unkempt hair. I was so envious of those fingers! "We've been seeing each other for what, six months now?"
"Six months!"
"I know, it feels a lot longer, doesn't it? Of course every day having to deal with you is like a year in everyone else's time. You bring it upon yourself, though, you can be so difficult sometimes. At first I thought it was just a defense mechanism or something but then I realized it's just because you like to be a pain in the ass."
"I resent that." I grumbled at him and slid my hands into the front pockets of my pants. They were Muggle clothes I had been surprised to discover while they were being slowly lifted from my body by Harry's expert hands not more than four hours ago. They weren't as loose and airy as robes and I miss the freedom but the sweater, I noticed, has this cute little alligator on the left side that made it worth it.
"It's showing again." Harry smirked and nudged me with his hip.
"What is?"
"Your Malfoy."
"Go to hell."
We walked in silence onwards towards the "airport". Why we didn't just take a taxicab or something like that was beyond me. I was surprised I even had the sense to think of that. It would have been a lot easier if we could catch the Knight Bus, Floo ourselves over, or even apparate if we had our licenses. Of course, "airports" probably don't have fireplaces.
"What are we doing at the airport?" I tentatively asked though didn't let the firmness completely drain from my voice.
"We're going on a balloon ride."
"A what?"
"A hot air balloon ride. It's a really really big balloon over a basket. You stand in it and go flying around. I've never been but I've always wanted to and it looks like it should be a lot of fun."
"Whose idea was all of this?"
"What?" His hands came down from his head and lightly coiled around my arm. "Now you're just doing this to bug me. You made all the plans, Draco, you just prefer for me to take control." His fingers tickled the bottom of my arm but I couldn't bring myself to pull it away. "You always like it when I take charge. You're like a house elf that way. But with smaller ears and the ability to speak proper English."
"I'm flattered." I replied flatly and took my arm away finally, just to punish him.
"Hey, look over there." Harry was pointing down the road where pulling over to a curb was an ancient yellow car with fake wood paneling over the sides and a rear door held down by bungie cords and silver adhesive.
The window rolled down and a fat woman with frazzled orange hair, earrings down to her shoulders, and bug-like white sunglasses leaned out. "You boy's need a ride somewhere?" She asked.
"Yeah!" Harry called before I could stop him and as he took my arm to lead me off I yanked him back close. "Potter, I don't know what you're on but I don't think we should take a ride in a car like that."
"What?" The incredulous look that crossed his face was so infuriating I wanted to slap it right off of his mouth. "You're not worried about our safety are you? We're wizards, Draco, they aren't going to do anything to us that we won't be able to handle. They're just Muggles."
"I'm not worried about that, perish the thought," I gave his arm a firm pinch for being stupid and was reminded once again why I despised Gryffindors so much. They were so stupid. "Look at that vehicle. I think it might fall apart if we get in it and that woman is horrific. I bet the car floor is littered with rubbish and the seats are covered in animal hair and smell like piss."
"Exactly!" Harry touched the corners of my mouth, smoothing his fingers over my frowning lips as if in hope of molding them into a smile. "It'll be exciting. And adventure. This is America! Something like this would never happen in England. Don't be such a prude, loosen up and take a risk every once and a while."
"Ugh," I groaned and covered my eyes with my hands. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Do you have your wand?"
"Yes, I have my wand." He sounded like a child who had been told they could stay up an hour or two past their bedtime and have ice cream for dinner.
"Good. And you know, I'm not taking responsibility for any of this and for the record, this wasn't a part of my date plans!" I informed him matter-of-factly and kept my hand from his when he reached for it. I didn't want him to get the wrong impression and think that even for a second I condoned this choice he'd made so swiftly. I'll just chalk it up to Gryffindor bravery.
"Where are you boys headed?" Asked the woman once our doors were tightly closed behind us. I had settled into the back seat next to a dark haired boy with icy blue eyes. He looked at us suspiciously and with contempt, something I soon realized was his normal expression. There was also a man in the front seat with a black bowler hat that made his head look larger than I hope it really was. His face was red and I can only guess its color stemmed from his amazing bulk crammed into such a small driver's seat.
On the dashboard, a dog bobbed its head as the car pulled away from the curb. I couldn't help but notice that the child wedged against the other side of the car next to me looked nothing either of the two "parents" in the front seat. Maybe we weren't the first this couple had picked up.
"The airport, I guess." Harry said and I could see he was mesmerized by the driver's massive globe like belly and the gravy stains on his white T-shirt that uncannily resembled the continents of the world. "We're going on a hot air balloon ride," Harry had the decency to blush when the man caught him staring as he turned to tap the ash from the stinking cigar held between his liver like lips.
"You don't want to go the airport then, what a silly idea." The woman laughed and nudged the man next to her. "Hey, honey, let's take them to Rocket Dan's sky diving. They have balloon rides there, don't they?"
"Uh." Honey grunted and leaned a meaty hand against the horn of his vehicle as someone ahead of him cut him off. "Stupid fu—" He must have realized there were children in the car and cut off his curse.
We drove in silence until the woman turned on the radio. I realized swiftly how hot it was in the car, there was no sort of conditioning and the windows were rolled up tightly. I reached to unroll mine and found the knob broken off.
Harry's fingers brushed against my thigh and I glanced over at him in alarm about the missing handles. He smiled and brushed a finger down my cheek catching a drop of moisture. "You're sweating up a storm. Not used to cramped up, hot places like this are you?"
"I've never lived my life in a cupboard." I replied snidely.
"That's an interesting scar you have on your forehead," The boy on my other side said suddenly, his voice crisp and brittle. I was reminded of the sound of autumn leaves being crushed between fingers.
"Uhm, yeah, well—" Harry, who was always infuriatingly modest about those things, tried to smooth down his untamable hair to cover the mark. "Car accident."
"Hm." The boy looked unimpressed or let down or disbelieving and turned away to look out the window resting against a greasy mark on the glass the same size and shape as his forehead.
"You know," The woman in the front with the frizzy red hair turned towards us. I caught her eyes with mine and narrowed my gaze. She shifted uncomfortably and glanced swiftly to Harry. "You don't have to be coy with us. We know who you are. At least who you are." She pointed a red nail at Harry.
I couldn't believe it. Was there a single person in this world that didn't know who Harry was just because of that silly little scar on his stupid forehead? I swatted his hand away from my thigh and glared out the window hatefully. Stupid Potter.
"Uhm…Er…you do?" It hadn't occurred to me that this was strange, some Muggle knowing who Harry was. My partner, however, seemed to have a bit more sense than jealousy and tried to cover our tracks. "Are you a relative? I don't think we've ever met."
"You don't have to be coy with us." She repeated. "I know who you are because me and Rick, and Set back there, we're all vampire hunters. Well, Set is a vampire hunter in training. If you're any sort of in training you can tell us."
"We're both wizards in training," my mouth moved and my voice spoke before I could restrain myself and I regretted it instantly. The woman's eyes lit up and she turned back to me. " We go to Hogwarts," I finished lamely.
"Of course you do. Of course you do!" Delighted, she turned back around and laughed softly. "Wonderful."
Rick turned down a country road that didn't look at all as if it would lead to any sort of sky diving company or airport. Harry's fingers implored attention on my thigh again, sliding warmly between them near my knee. "Stop it," I whispered to him and pushed his arm away wondering if the whole world had gone mad.
We were being led away Merlin knows where by a bunch of strange Muggles who thought they were vampire hunters down a deserted road and Harry was horny. "Sod." I cursed him again giving up only on his desperate seeking attention when his hand slid inconspicuously beneath my rear. We were pressed so close together back there the action went easily unnoticed.
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We ended up pulling down a long winding gravel driveway to a brown split-level house with a crab grass lawn and a pool with a slimy film over the top that told the story of a long period of waiting in-between cleanings. There were two other rusted out cars like the one we were driving in parked in the front lawn and when we got out of the vehicle a small pack of mutt dogs ran out to meet us, barking and sniffing my shoes.
Harry crouched and patted them all happily with dismissive laughter as they licked his face and mouth. He wouldn't be kissing me any time soon.
"Why don't you boys come in and have some cookies and milk." The woman said and started towards the back of the house. The front door was boarded up.
"Sounds great!" Harry replied stupidly and began to blindly follow until I grabbed him by the elbow and swung him back around.
"What do you have in your brains? Pudding? Are you thinking at all here, Potter?"
"Relax, I have my wand." He patted his thigh and then took me by the shoulders. "And besides, doesn't cookies and milk sound really good about now?" He gave me a playful shake and then stroked my arms with his hands before leaning forward and touching our lips together once more in a brief and convincing kiss.
And again I wondered just what I was doing with Harry Potter. Why I was dating him. Why I was letting him continue to kiss and touch me. Why he wasn't at all worried that we had been promised Rocket Dan's and been given a run down white-trash dump! He let me go and started back towards the house casually as if it were his own and I was left staring at his back with those dogs still at my heels.
It was all so strange to see him and not want to punch his teeth out. To not want to get him in trouble. But instead to want him to hold me and touch me and sneak his hands into my clothes like he'd been doing all day long.
The dog growled at me and I decided he wasn't bluffing and probably would bite so I hurried to catch up with the rest of the family and Harry's disappearing back.
The inside of the house wasn't much cleaner than the outside. I supposed Harry was used to this sort of place seeing as to how he spent most of his summers every summer over at that Weasley Burrow. There weren't chickens or gnomes here, though, just a lot of dirty dishes, fans, clothes, and shit from where the dogs hadn't been let out and everyone was too lazy to clean up after them.
A television was sitting on the floor against the wall flickering some Muggle news station. It looked, like everything else did in this house, as if it were just about ready to give up on life.
"Hey, Draco, look at this bird, isn't it pretty?" Harry asked. He had his dark fingers curled around the thin gold wire like bars of a cage hanging from the ceiling.
I went over to peer inside and there sat, at the bottom, a small blue and yellow budgie, swollen with death, still, and stinking. "Ugh! Potter that's disgusting!" The sandy paper at the bottom of the cage was half torn away as if the bird had been nibbling on it. I realized then it had probably starved to death, there were only shells and no seeds in its food dish and its water dish was empty, the corners caked with something green that suspiciously reminded me of algae. "That bird is dead!" I informed him with a glare and socked him in the shoulder.
"Well yeah," He laughed again and rubbed his arm and shook his head. "But isn't it pretty?"
I gave him a strange look and picked my way across the soiled carpet to sit in the chair that looked the sturdiest and cleanest out of the lot of mismatched furniture. The place made me think of how much I missed Malfoy Manor with its gothic archways and thick carpets and old iron scones. This sort of poverty was sickening. How could they have a pool and shit all over the carpet at the same time?
I wasn't sure where Harry had gone but I was suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn't there anymore. I looked up from my thoughts and towards the birdcage but he was no where to be seen. Rick, Set, and the woman all came in and changed the channel on the television. Rick, in his armchair looked smug about something and the hungry gleam in the others' eyes made my stomach churn. I patted my pockets down to find my wand for at least the feeling of security but it was no where to be found. The horror settled into my chest that I had left it behind somewhere, wherever I had been before I found myself walking down an American street in Muggle clothes.
"What am I doing here?" I asked aloud. "Who are you people and what am I doing here? Where's Harry?"
"Oh," The woman waved a hand at me and laughed as if I were playing some sort of joke. "Darling, what does any of that matter? Just relax and watch some television."
I turned my gray eyes towards the screen, squinting at it and trying to pick out the picture but it kept jumping and wouldn't focus. "Where is Harry?" I asked again shaking my head and abandoning the TV. Worry flooded me as swiftly as that odd desire and my fingers curled around the collar of my sweater. I looked too rich to be here.
"He's fine, he's probably just outside playing with those dogs. He sure loves those dogs." The woman shook her head with a faint nostalgic laughter and looked back to the television.
I hunched my shoulders as the feeling of a hundred centipedes creeping over my skin made me squirm and whimper. I was being watched. I could tell. It wasn't by any of the three I had been in the car with not ten minutes before but another pair of eyes and they were burning hatred into my back.
I tried to ignore them, to push them out of my mind and concentrate on the wobbling picture before my eyes. I tried to convince myself everything was truly all right and that there wasn't anything to worry about but the eyes bore into me, past my clothing and my skin and into all my vulnerability.
"Where's Harry?" I shouted as I hopped to my feet and whirled around to face who had been staring at me. I caught only the brief vision of layers of matted hair and huge monster hands, flashing teeth and flashing weapon before a knife was shoved into my chest. "No!" I shouted.
"No, don't!" My voice was so loud those around me gasped. Light headed and groggy the realization filtered through my brain that my surroundings were no longer the same. As my eyes came into focus I found myself in the familiar potions room at Hogwarts.
Snape had done his best to ignore my outburst that I realize was in fact a true outburst by all the sets of Gryffindor and Slytherin eyes on me. Blushing I covered my mouth with my hands and glanced wildly around the room.
My gaze stopped on Harry who had half risen from his eat Ron and Hermione looking at me with varying shades of the horror that painted the classroom. The looks on the other students' faces were actually concerned and I wondered just how desperate and scared my shout had been. Harry alone looked at me as if I had told him his best friend was dying.
I slowly sank back to my seat my hands sliding down my face, which I realized was covered with sweat and down over my chest where in my dream, it must have been a dream, the knife, and went into my body. There was nothing there, no blood, no ache, not even a tear in my robes.
With a trembling sigh and fingers shaking I lowered my forehead to the table and laced my fingers in my hair.