Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: For some reason I'm just chugging away at these chapters. I don't know why. I feel pretty special though! I mean this is the fastest I think I've ever written besides the time I wrote Troublesome Evie in like one week. I just love Harry and Draco. Thanks to my reviewers! This chapter's for you:
Kenta
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I wasn't planning on putting this up so soon but you guys convinced me to do it! I hope you're happy!
P.S.—a # means that it's a change in scenes okay? Okay!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (except that I do have Draco on a leash in a cage) but I own the plot, so you can't have it. Anyway I love Draco so… yah. When things get a little more heated up, warm and toasty, I will have an NC-17 version of this story out at ! Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3 – I Want to Wine and Dine You
Ginny raised an eyebrow at Harry's appearance. His hair, although normally disheveled, was much more so. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and he had a large hickey on his throat. Ginny suppressed a giggle and stepped into Harry's light.
Harry jumped and looked at her, "Oh hi Ginny," he said halfheartedly.
"So who's the lucky girl?" Ginny pressed him for details, "I'm guessing you've gotten over Hermione."
Harry snorted and jumped to his feet. He shoved his hands him his pocket, not attempting to fix his appearance.
"I'd like some privacy right now," Harry muttered and walked down the hall.
Ginny was not deterred in the least, "Come on Harry you just gotta tell me her name!"
"Well…" Harry said a smile tugging on his lips, "promise not to tell?"
Ginny nodded looking very sincere.
"It wasn't a girl."
"What?" she gasped and then giggled madly, "Oh no wonder you broke it off with Hermione!"
Harry nodded mutely.
"Who is he?"
Harry felt that if he didn't tell someone he would burst, "Draco Malfoy."
Ginny's eyes widened in awe of Harry, "Wow."
Harry nodded in agreement.
"Are you dating?"
Harry shook his head violently.
"And why not? Leaving a mark like that you should be dating!"
Harry shrugged, "I think he might've but I didn't really want to."
"And why not?"
"You are very nosy."
"Don't change the subject."
"Alright, alright, I'm making sure that no one gets hurt. I'm making sure that my friends aren't hurt…"
"Oh boy you are an idiot." Ginny said rather harshly.
Harry glared at her.
"Don't look at me like that, it's true, don't you know that Ron and Hermione will be happy as long as you're happy. In fact I think I'm going to tell Hermione. She'll set you straight. Now Ron might have trouble accepting the whole gay thing, and maybe Malfoy but honestly Harry you're hurting them by not telling them the truth. Now I want you to find Hermione, I'll come with you to make sure you do it, and tell her you're gay. You might want to save the Malfoy part for later. As to Ron it might be better to wait until Hermione has accepted it."
"Oh shut up," Harry said rather viciously, "What gives you the right to tell me what to do?"
Ginny was not offended in the least, "Because I know more about these things than you, I've known my brother longer, I've talked with Hermione about things like this before and I know that Ron isn't homophobic or anything because Bill and Charlie are gay, Fred and George are bi, so Ron isn't completely closed off to the idea."
"I didn't know that." Harry said.
"Not many people do, but Ron still won't be expecting it from his best friend and I don't think he'll have too much of a problem with Malfoy only with the fact that he doesn't want to attracted to him,"
Harry laughed, "Sorry but me attracted to Ron, he's like a brother!"
"Well," Ginny said as they stopped in front of the portrait, "I'll get Hermione."
Harry nodded.
She disappeared in the portrait hole.
#
"So you're okay with it?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded, "Of course. This is actually a relief I was starting to think there was something wrong with me, now that I know the real reason it makes sense."
"Now tell her the other thing," Ginny said.
Harry blushed, "I'm—er—attracted to Malfoy."
Hermione squealed, "Oh that's cute!"
Ginny giggled with her, "They were snogging!"
"Really?"
#
Draco lay on his four poster bed replaying the night's events over and over in his mind. What did I do wrong? He was feeling rather depressed. It wasn't as though he was in love with Potter or anything but he was deprived of a good snogging session and that always put him in a foul mood.
Tap. Tap. Draco stood up and flung open his window. A snowy owl flew in and landed on his desk. Draco unwrapped the parchment and the owl flew off into the night. He unfolded it slowly and scanned it:
Malfoy-
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks this weekend. Sorry about my behavior this afternoon it was just too much for me to take in all at once. Please come.
#
Harry waited impatiently nursing a Butterbeer for Draco to appear. He was located in the far corner of the Three Broomsticks in a small cramped booth. Every time the door opened Harry's head snapped up and every time it wasn't Draco.
"How long have you been waiting?"
Harry jumped and looked behind him. "Not too long, sit down."
"Thanks." Draco said and pulled up a chair dreadfully close to Harry.
Harry, who had been planning what to say ever since he sat in the booth, now had nothing to say. All the words he had carefully planned and scrutinized over dissolved and he was left sitting, staring at Draco, clutching his Butterbeer like there was no tomorrow.
Draco cleared his throat. Harry shook his head, "Sorry about that," Harry said but didn't offer anything else.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Draco suggested, his calm indifference reassuring a nervous Harry Potter.
"Sure." Harry left change and a tip on the table and followed Draco out of the pub. "I, well the reason I wanted to talk to you was to apologize for yesterday. I was a little harsh, and rude."
"If that's all you wanted to tell me then this has been a big waste of my time."
"What?"
"You already apologized in the note."
Harry gave a nervous laugh, "Oh I guess I did. Okay then." He looked at his feet and kicked the dirt, "Well bye."
He walked past Draco brushing his shoulder and turned sharply down a vacant side street. Draco followed him.
"Potter," he said sharply, Harry turned around in surprise, "you have no manners at all? What did the muggles teach you?"
Harry looked at him with confusion.
"You invite me to meet you at the Three Broomsticks, you didn't buy me a drink, you accept my offer to go for a walk and then leave me halfway without a proper goodbye. I'd hate to see you entertain."
"Umm…."
Draco advanced on the confused boy, "Look Potter I don't like being rejected, but I despise a bad date."
"Malfoy this wasn't a—"
"Oh so I'm not good enough for you then!" Draco cried out and turned his back to Harry, crossing his arms over his chest, "You can just go hang out with Hermione and Ron then," he pouted.
"I'm sorry."
Draco sighed and turned back around, "You are horrible at this! I don't know why I bother!"
"What are you talking about!?" Harry yelled.
Draco glared at him and grabbed his shoulders, "Instead of apologizing to me do something about it!" Draco kissed him thoroughly and then released him, "Now something like that would show me how sorry you are, not a wimpy I'm sorry." Draco sauntered off.
Harry ran after him and tackled him.
"You can't just go around kissing people Malfoy." Harry growled into Draco's ear.
Draco smirked into the dirt, "My, my aren't we the feisty one."
Harry flipped him around, "Besides your kiss wasn't even that good."
"Oh really," Draco said raising an eyebrow.
"It should have been more like this."
Harry kissed him flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth.
"That was crap Potter, let me show you how it's done."
Draco flipped Harry onto his back and molested his neck.
"Kissing you is like kissing a fish Malfoy."
"A blowfish."
Harry blushed and flipped Draco on his back.
"It should be more like this."