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Well, without any further delays, here's chapter 2!
Chapter 2
"Even better! You will go to the beach with this charming young man and he will report back to me tomorrow. Now, off you go!"
Harry stormed out the door of the restaurant, leaving Draco to jog after him, just so he could catch up. "Wait up!" The other teen started running. Holy shit, he was fast. "What are you so mad about?!" Potter skidded and stopped dead in his tracks.
"I don't want to go to the fucking beach! You almost got me fired! I like that now! Now, Sirius has an excuse to make me wear [cringes] no shirt!" Harry hopped in his car and rolled down the window. "So, are you coming with me or not? If I'm stuck going to the beach with you, I'll need my swim trunks."
"Sure." 'Although I wouldn't mind seeing you without them at all.' Draco climbed into his own car and drove off after his future prom date.
"Sirius! I'm being dragged to the beach or else I get fired! Where'd you put my favorite swim trunks?" Harry shouted through out the enormous house. Of course, Draco considered his place much grander. Hey, Malfoys will be Malfoys.
"They're in your room," a dark haired, navy blue-eyed man clad in only a pair of extremely low-cut black jeans came down the stairs shaking his head to get rid of the water in his hair. He looked up for a moment, "You must be Draco Malfoy. Narcissa speaks of you fondly when I walk to her on the phone. `Cissa and I are distant relatives, but we're still close friends."
"And you must be the handsome Sirius Black. Mother is always obsessing over how hot you and Remus Lupin look together." Harry rolled his eyes and mouthed to Sirius, 'See???? I'm not the only one!'
The raven-haired teen went to his room, swaying his hips along the way for a bit of fun. Sirius and Draco stopped all of their conversation and stood at the bottom of the stairs watching him walk. "Sirius, go gawk at Remmie's arse, not mine, you dirty old man. Malfoy, I said I'd go to the beach with you, not let you watch my arse as I walked."
Both sighed heavily, mourning their loss. A couple minutes later, Harry walked down the stairs without a shirt, in a pair of low slung emerald green swim trunks that matched his eyes and a pair of black flip- flops. 'Damn... I do have my work cut out for me. Hopefully, he hasn't put on his suntan lotion yet. Oh how I would love to run my hands over those broad shoulders, that rippling washboard stomach, those strong arms, and below that slim waistline. Shit, he doesn't even have a tan line!' Draco mentally drooled buckets and subconsciously, he drooled physically as well.
"Siri, what'd you do with all my shirts?" Harry asked innocently with a beach towel hanging off of his right arm.
The godfather smirked to himself and lied a little, "I threw them all out and bought you all new ones. Don't bother trying to find them `cause I burned them all in the back yards. They're all ashes in the trash can now."
"B-but!" Harry stuttered. "I need a shirt! Tom Riddle could still be out there for all you know!" Sirius's eyes darkened immensely at the mention of the name.
"Well, actually," Draco cleared his throat. "Tom Riddle was found with his wrists slit in an old abandoned building and next to him was a note that read, 'Happy Birthday, Love! Well, you got what you always wanted. If I can't live with you, then I really can't live at all.' It wasn't really addressed to anybody though."
Harry's eyes widened until they were the size of saucers. "No way. No fucking way. No... No... No... He couldn't have. He just couldn't have. Aww... fuck. He did it..." he muttered, hands covering his face in complete horror. His hands just dropped. "Whatever. Let's just go before I say too much."
"If that's what you want." How exactly did this guy manage to always look so good? Fucking hell. Not even /he/ looked good when he was angsty, but Potter looked like a bloody fucking Sex God that was just sexually frustrated. "By the way, you don't need to bring a shirt. I've got plenty of extras in the car." 'Fortunately for me, they're all tight ones,' he added as an after thought. "So, do you want to go in your car or mine?"
"Either way. You and I can go in yours. I don't exactly feel like driving right now." The bright eyes Harry had at work weren't so bright anymore. Draco found himself regretting getting him out of work. Instead, they looked kind of tired and just plain haunted. Not like the kind of haunted when you're sick, but like when you're haunted by an inner demon.
Sirius looked at his godson and tilted his chin up, "Hey, be back before one and have fun. Yay! That rhymed! Now, give old Padfoot a nice hug," he held his arms out adorably and put his cute puppy eyes and put on. Harry held him tightly until he yelled, "Now get out and come home drunk off your nice ass!"
Harry slapped his godfather on the arm playfully and raced out the door as quickly as he could to avoid getting smacked back. Draco stayed behind watching harry walk, attempting not to tackle the young man down and fuck him senseless. As for Sirius, he tried his hardest to obey his godson's previous order, but failing miserably in the process. "Stop looking at my butt and let's go already! You have three seconds before I decide to go back in, change back into my school clothes, and get a bunch of graphic novels to read!"
Wit that, Draco was out of the door faster than the raven-haired teen could open his mouth and count to one.
To be continued... if you think it's worth it.
Sooo... how was that? Hope y`all liked it. I had fun writing it. Sorry about the bit of angst in here. I couldn't help but to put that in. Well, as always, review please! Thankies for that and for reading! Until next time... if there is one.
-- driven to insanity
Well, without any further delays, here's chapter 2!
Chapter 2
"Even better! You will go to the beach with this charming young man and he will report back to me tomorrow. Now, off you go!"
Harry stormed out the door of the restaurant, leaving Draco to jog after him, just so he could catch up. "Wait up!" The other teen started running. Holy shit, he was fast. "What are you so mad about?!" Potter skidded and stopped dead in his tracks.
"I don't want to go to the fucking beach! You almost got me fired! I like that now! Now, Sirius has an excuse to make me wear [cringes] no shirt!" Harry hopped in his car and rolled down the window. "So, are you coming with me or not? If I'm stuck going to the beach with you, I'll need my swim trunks."
"Sure." 'Although I wouldn't mind seeing you without them at all.' Draco climbed into his own car and drove off after his future prom date.
"Sirius! I'm being dragged to the beach or else I get fired! Where'd you put my favorite swim trunks?" Harry shouted through out the enormous house. Of course, Draco considered his place much grander. Hey, Malfoys will be Malfoys.
"They're in your room," a dark haired, navy blue-eyed man clad in only a pair of extremely low-cut black jeans came down the stairs shaking his head to get rid of the water in his hair. He looked up for a moment, "You must be Draco Malfoy. Narcissa speaks of you fondly when I walk to her on the phone. `Cissa and I are distant relatives, but we're still close friends."
"And you must be the handsome Sirius Black. Mother is always obsessing over how hot you and Remus Lupin look together." Harry rolled his eyes and mouthed to Sirius, 'See???? I'm not the only one!'
The raven-haired teen went to his room, swaying his hips along the way for a bit of fun. Sirius and Draco stopped all of their conversation and stood at the bottom of the stairs watching him walk. "Sirius, go gawk at Remmie's arse, not mine, you dirty old man. Malfoy, I said I'd go to the beach with you, not let you watch my arse as I walked."
Both sighed heavily, mourning their loss. A couple minutes later, Harry walked down the stairs without a shirt, in a pair of low slung emerald green swim trunks that matched his eyes and a pair of black flip- flops. 'Damn... I do have my work cut out for me. Hopefully, he hasn't put on his suntan lotion yet. Oh how I would love to run my hands over those broad shoulders, that rippling washboard stomach, those strong arms, and below that slim waistline. Shit, he doesn't even have a tan line!' Draco mentally drooled buckets and subconsciously, he drooled physically as well.
"Siri, what'd you do with all my shirts?" Harry asked innocently with a beach towel hanging off of his right arm.
The godfather smirked to himself and lied a little, "I threw them all out and bought you all new ones. Don't bother trying to find them `cause I burned them all in the back yards. They're all ashes in the trash can now."
"B-but!" Harry stuttered. "I need a shirt! Tom Riddle could still be out there for all you know!" Sirius's eyes darkened immensely at the mention of the name.
"Well, actually," Draco cleared his throat. "Tom Riddle was found with his wrists slit in an old abandoned building and next to him was a note that read, 'Happy Birthday, Love! Well, you got what you always wanted. If I can't live with you, then I really can't live at all.' It wasn't really addressed to anybody though."
Harry's eyes widened until they were the size of saucers. "No way. No fucking way. No... No... No... He couldn't have. He just couldn't have. Aww... fuck. He did it..." he muttered, hands covering his face in complete horror. His hands just dropped. "Whatever. Let's just go before I say too much."
"If that's what you want." How exactly did this guy manage to always look so good? Fucking hell. Not even /he/ looked good when he was angsty, but Potter looked like a bloody fucking Sex God that was just sexually frustrated. "By the way, you don't need to bring a shirt. I've got plenty of extras in the car." 'Fortunately for me, they're all tight ones,' he added as an after thought. "So, do you want to go in your car or mine?"
"Either way. You and I can go in yours. I don't exactly feel like driving right now." The bright eyes Harry had at work weren't so bright anymore. Draco found himself regretting getting him out of work. Instead, they looked kind of tired and just plain haunted. Not like the kind of haunted when you're sick, but like when you're haunted by an inner demon.
Sirius looked at his godson and tilted his chin up, "Hey, be back before one and have fun. Yay! That rhymed! Now, give old Padfoot a nice hug," he held his arms out adorably and put his cute puppy eyes and put on. Harry held him tightly until he yelled, "Now get out and come home drunk off your nice ass!"
Harry slapped his godfather on the arm playfully and raced out the door as quickly as he could to avoid getting smacked back. Draco stayed behind watching harry walk, attempting not to tackle the young man down and fuck him senseless. As for Sirius, he tried his hardest to obey his godson's previous order, but failing miserably in the process. "Stop looking at my butt and let's go already! You have three seconds before I decide to go back in, change back into my school clothes, and get a bunch of graphic novels to read!"
Wit that, Draco was out of the door faster than the raven-haired teen could open his mouth and count to one.
To be continued... if you think it's worth it.
Sooo... how was that? Hope y`all liked it. I had fun writing it. Sorry about the bit of angst in here. I couldn't help but to put that in. Well, as always, review please! Thankies for that and for reading! Until next time... if there is one.
-- driven to insanity