Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THE CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
First off... i would like to thank all of my reviewers!! THANK YOU!! you made me soo happy! *tears* O.o
Thanks goes to: nicole, bthatcher2002, Siobhan, BabyPufoo, Iljana(and no i dont have a beta, and seems changing tenses has always been one of my weaknessess! ) , Dark-One Shadowphyre (lol, strange. Im not snooping around in your head i Promise! *looks around* Bwa ha ha ha!!! yea... er..), blanchmalfoy (OH!! ive read your stories your one of the greatest! :) ), tat, notquitesara, lai, aurelie, and oscar8583 (yea, punk rock draco! my thoughts exactly! *-*)
Thanks.
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 2: Remembrance and Conversations
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Dray tightened his arm around Harry's waist and continued walking in silence. He was almost thankful for this, it gave him time to think things through and if he should tell Harry who he really is or just keep up his facade. He was afraid that if he did tell Harry, he would be rejected and hated just like it had been back in Hogwarts. Some of the worst days in his life, some of his worst memories, had happened at Hogwarts. How much he hated that school, but no more then he hated his father for forcing him to do the things...things that he would never admit to doing. One of the reasons he had ran from the Wizarding World, he ran from his father, and most of he ran from the only person he had left in the world.
Indeed, Harry had been the only person left in his world that he cared for after his father murdered his mother. It was his fault, he blamed himself, he always blamed himself. She was arguing with Lucius one night, about him, and how his father had no right to force the dark mark on her son. Her one and only son. She heard the sound of his screams coming from the dungeons at night as his father tried to beat him into commission, how he was locked in a small dark room with food and drink only twice a week, and the only light he ever saw were the torches when his father would come and try and 'beat some since' into his son.
Dray shuddered as he remembered those nights, but one night in particular that he couldn't erase from his memory no matter how hard he tried, forever scared for life. Before the beginning of his 6th year, two weeks before the new term, he remembered clearly what had happened on that night. How his father had come and dragged him out of his 'cell' in the dungeons and threw him on the filthy ground. He remembered clearly the words his father has spoken to him; "This will teach my son to disobey me in front of our Lord! You know that you were promised to Lord Voldermort ever since you were born? Yes, cower like the coward you are, you bring shame to the Malfoy name, you are nothing! A weak fool, a coward, you are not a Malfoy, your just like those filthy Mudbloods!" He remembered how Lucius kicked him over and over as if to put a point to every word he uttered and upon that, after his father had finished beating him he couldn't remember anymore, for he had blacked out, but he had awoken to see his mother lying dead at his side, and he himself in a pool of blood. He knew instantly what must have happened, his own father had beat him, raped him, killed his mother when she had tried to stop him and then in turn she was killed. He remembered thinking how sick he felt and how much he wanted to kill himself, but he wouldn't let his mother's sacrifice be all for nothing, no... he lived, but only for one person and one person only...
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Harry found the silence between them quite comfortable, as he leaned into Dray a little more and revealed in the warmth the man seemed to radiate. Harry couldn't get his mind off of him, on how much Dray reminded him of Draco. The blond hair, and the way he carried himself, from the evil little smirks he had given out in The Kadavra. Hell, even what he named his club, sounded like something Malfoy would do. 'Then again, Harry, Dray's eyes weren't like glacier ice and his personality's different, the passion he has when he plays his music and sang, and the way he acts around the Muggles. And also, Harry, if this WAS really Malfoy, wouldn't he had said something? Wouldn't Hermione recognize him if he were Malfoy?' Harry's train of thought was cut off as he felt Dray shudder. He tightened his arm around Dray's waist and looked up at his face. It had darkened in thought, as if he were remembering something terrible. Harry took his eyes away from Dray and focused them on the pavement in front of him, just the thought of Draco made his heart ache with sadness. He remembered, one night in 6th year, before he had defeated Voldermort, he had ventured out into the Quidditch pitch under his invisibility cloak. Ron and Hermione were asleep, and it was around one in the morning. He had had another fight with Malfoy that day outside of the Library, he remembered how Malfoy had fought back, and that his heart was no longer in it and that his face was like a mask, no emotion whatsoever. It had freaked him out greatly, and he did not like it at all. There had been something wrong with him then, and he couldn't figure it out at all, that was why he had gone to the Quidditch pitch that night, to think. When he had reached the center of the field he saw a shadow in the bleachers and a flash of silver-blond hair. Harry silently crept up the Slytherin bleachers and had sat beside Malfoy. He remembered how Malfoy had straightened and looked straight at him, and it took all his will power not to gasp at the site of Malfoy's face that night. You could tell he had been crying, and crying for a long time. He had watched as Malfoy slumped forward in defeat muttering incoherently. Harry had almost taken his cloak off right then, until he saw Professor Snape appear and without a thought he headed back to the Gryffindor tower, seeing Malfoy in a new light. That had been the first time that he had admitted to himself that he was indeed in love with the blond Slytherin and it had scared him out of his wits.
Harry realized that they had reached his apartment building, and stopped, halting Dray along with him. "We're here, thanks for walking me here Dray. You don't know how much it means to me, really." Harry had removed his arm from his waist and held his hand, fingers woven together. "Would you like to come up, have something to drink, and maybe talk a while? I mean, I would understand if you don't want to, but you see I was just..." Harry was cut off as Dray brought his lips crashing down on his, running his tongue over Harry's bottom lip as if to ask for permission to enter, which Harry readily gave. Harry felt Dray's tongue enter his mouth, his lips moving hungrily with his own. Harry attacked Dray with his own tongue, his pulse starting to speed up rapidly, and when it was becoming too much, Harry pulled back for air. "So I take that as a yes?"
Dray smirked, "Of course you dolt! I just don't kiss ANYONE you know?! Now move up to that apartment before I ravage you out here on this street." Dray grabbed Harry's hips pulling him towards Dray. "And I never go back on my word," He said seriously as he bent his head to nip Harry's neck, bringing a small gasp from Harry.
"Okay, I get it already!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled Dray behind him into the apartment building. They had reached room 417, Harry pulling out his key and opening the door. Pushing it open he dragged Dray inside with him, "Welcome to my home, I guess you could call it. So, you want something to drink?" Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen-leaving Dray to observe, or as Dray would call it, snoop.
"Sure, what ever you got. Doesn't matter much to me." He called to Harry from the living room. Dray looked around the room, and wasn't what he would have expected from the golden boy. It was rather dark; the carpet was dark gray, black leather couch and chair, a glass coffee table. The walls were white and a large bookshelf lined one side of the room, loaded with books, magazines and he noticed DVDs. There was a large stereo with CDs in twin stacks on either side. Upon further inspection, he noticed that Harry didn't have very many pictures. On the bookshelf, there were pictures of Ron and Hermione, Professor Lupin with a strange black dog, and another picture that looked to be from the beginning of fifth year. Sighing, he settled himself on the couch and waited for Harry to return with the drinks. As if on cue, Harry returned holding two glasses of what Dray guessed would be coke.
"Sorry bout that, seems I need to go shopping, haven't got much left." Harry said as he handed the drink to Dray and sat on the couch. "Its odd really, that I've never seen you around before. You couldn't have just appeared out of no where."
Dray grinned as he watched Harry attempt conversation, "Yes odd, but not that odd. So Harry, seeing as we've just met, how about telling me something about you. You must lead a very interesting life and all. What do you do for a living?"
"Oh... ah, yes well, nothing much really. I lead a boring life it would seem, I work in a library just down the street here. Hardly interesting, no? Seeing as I only live by myself, I only have myself to support." Harry shrugged.
Dray nodded, and before Harry could say anything he asked another question, "So Harry, who was that boy you compared me to when we were dancing?"
Harry looked up at Dray and then shrugged, " No one really, just some boy at my old school that used to pick fights with me. Complete prat, he was. I almost thought you were him, when you were yelling at Frost, you know? Then, when I saw you up on that stage, I corrected myself, you played with such passion and.. well, I don't think you could possibly be who I'm talking about. The passion and light in his eyes vanished in my 6th year..." Harry sighed and lean back, "He disappeared before Christmas Hols and I haven't seen him since."
Dray felt his heart skip a beat; it was obvious that Harry was talking about him, and that he hadn't figured out who he really is. To that, he almost sighed with relief but then he was saddened at the same time. "SO! You thought I was a complete prat at first? Harry, I'm touched, really! C'mon now, enough about you, lets hear something about ME! Gosh, ask me some questions already!"
Harry laughed, and shook his head, "You really are a piece of work, you know that Dray. Honestly... fine I'll ask you some questions! Let me think... OH! Why did you name your club the Kadavra?"
Dray blinked, he hadn't seen that one coming, but then again, this was Harry. "Because I thought it was cool! Next question!"
"How long have you been in Far Cry?"
"Two years."
"What school did you go to?"
"Local high school."
"When did you graduate?"
"Didn't, dropped out in my 6th year."
"Really? Why didn't you graduate?"
"Because, I didn't like the people in the school and the one person that I did care about, hated me. And some personal problems I'd rather not go into at the moment. To early in this relationship you know."
"So we do have a relationship then?" Harry blushed.
"Of course, I couldn't let someone as lovely and interesting as you slip through my fingers again, now could I? No, I didn't think so! Alright.. Next question! I like this game, like 20 questions. Always found that interesting."
"Are you a virgin?" Harry blurted out with out thinking. 'Honestly Harry, what were you thinking... correction, why weren't you thinking?!'
"No."
"Where do you work?"
"I work at Avada Music, own that one also."
"Wow, how old ARE you Dray? You look like your 17 or something."
"More like 19, I've always looked young for my age!" Dray said with a grin and pretended he was primping in a mirror, "Besides, gotta look my best, and I always do!"
"You're so damned vain, Dray." Harry snorted and mock glared at him.
"Yes well, look what it got me? Can't blame me can you?" Dray said, suddenly serious. He raised a brow and cocked his head to the side and looked straight at Harry. Reaching his hand forward, it went instinctively to Harry's famous scar. He traced it with his fingertips, as if mesmerized. "Where did you get this Harry? It must have hurt dreadfully..." He asked in quiet voice.
Harry reached up and took Dray's hand in his own bringing it down; he pressed his lips to the hand. "I don't remember if it hurt or not, but when I went through school it would burn sometimes. That I know, hurt like the fires of hell, but I pulled through. As for where I got it, I'd rather not talk about it now, to early in this relationship you know."
Dray grinned; Harry had interlocked their hands together, "so we have a relationship then?"
"You better believe it! I wouldn't let you slip through my fingers if my life depended on it."
"That's nice to know," Dray leaned in and locked his lips with Harry's. It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss at first, but the longer it went the more intense it became. Dray moved closer to Harry, so close that he was sitting in his lap, fingers laced through Harry's wild raven hair. They broke away, for Dray had found the need to breath a little important.
Harry reached up to stroke Dray's blue-blond spikes. He almost laughed when Dray leaned into him and sighed contently, "I take it, you like being petted?" Harry asked, his voice full of amusement as Dray :mmh-hmmd: and closed his eyes. "Your not going to fall asleep are you?"
"Nah, just feels good. I like sitting with you like this, its comfortable and new." Dray opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. "2:30? Shat! Damn, I'm sorry Harry, but I've gotta get going now, as much as I don't want to.." he complained as he shifted against Harry and buried his head in his neck. "Wish I could stay." he murmured before getting up and pulling Harry up with him. "I'll give you my phone number so you can call me. You have a pen and paper?"
"Yea I do, just wait right here, ill go get some." Harry disappeared into the hall and appeared a few seconds with a notepad and pen. "Here you go."
Dray took the pen and pad and wrote down several numbers, "Now, this is my cell, if I'm not at home you can call me here. Here's my home phone number, and here's the one at Avada just incase. Don't hesitate to call me if you suddenly get the need to talk to me or something. I wont get angry or anything promise." Dray yawned, "Sorry bout that, ill see you soon Harry, promise!"
Harry walked Dray to the door, " I really enjoyed this, we have to do it again sometime. I'll see you soon Dray," Harry leaned in and gave Dray a good-bye kiss before seeing Dray out. He watched him walk down the hall, until he boarded the lift and disappeared from his view. Harry sighed and softly shut his door before heading towards his bedroom and falling asleep with the sound of Dray's lyrics and song in his head...
TBC
Wow, sorry that took so long to get out, I've been writing on it ever since I put the first chapter out. I've had to study for finals, and just finished my government final today..., in which I completely bombed! I HATE GOV'T! Any wells, ill try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews!
Even though my writing isn't the best my I suck with my tenses *grumbles* I'll improve, promise!
Peace.
Mad Love.
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THE CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
First off... i would like to thank all of my reviewers!! THANK YOU!! you made me soo happy! *tears* O.o
Thanks goes to: nicole, bthatcher2002, Siobhan, BabyPufoo, Iljana(and no i dont have a beta, and seems changing tenses has always been one of my weaknessess! ) , Dark-One Shadowphyre (lol, strange. Im not snooping around in your head i Promise! *looks around* Bwa ha ha ha!!! yea... er..), blanchmalfoy (OH!! ive read your stories your one of the greatest! :) ), tat, notquitesara, lai, aurelie, and oscar8583 (yea, punk rock draco! my thoughts exactly! *-*)
Thanks.
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 2: Remembrance and Conversations
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Dray tightened his arm around Harry's waist and continued walking in silence. He was almost thankful for this, it gave him time to think things through and if he should tell Harry who he really is or just keep up his facade. He was afraid that if he did tell Harry, he would be rejected and hated just like it had been back in Hogwarts. Some of the worst days in his life, some of his worst memories, had happened at Hogwarts. How much he hated that school, but no more then he hated his father for forcing him to do the things...things that he would never admit to doing. One of the reasons he had ran from the Wizarding World, he ran from his father, and most of he ran from the only person he had left in the world.
Indeed, Harry had been the only person left in his world that he cared for after his father murdered his mother. It was his fault, he blamed himself, he always blamed himself. She was arguing with Lucius one night, about him, and how his father had no right to force the dark mark on her son. Her one and only son. She heard the sound of his screams coming from the dungeons at night as his father tried to beat him into commission, how he was locked in a small dark room with food and drink only twice a week, and the only light he ever saw were the torches when his father would come and try and 'beat some since' into his son.
Dray shuddered as he remembered those nights, but one night in particular that he couldn't erase from his memory no matter how hard he tried, forever scared for life. Before the beginning of his 6th year, two weeks before the new term, he remembered clearly what had happened on that night. How his father had come and dragged him out of his 'cell' in the dungeons and threw him on the filthy ground. He remembered clearly the words his father has spoken to him; "This will teach my son to disobey me in front of our Lord! You know that you were promised to Lord Voldermort ever since you were born? Yes, cower like the coward you are, you bring shame to the Malfoy name, you are nothing! A weak fool, a coward, you are not a Malfoy, your just like those filthy Mudbloods!" He remembered how Lucius kicked him over and over as if to put a point to every word he uttered and upon that, after his father had finished beating him he couldn't remember anymore, for he had blacked out, but he had awoken to see his mother lying dead at his side, and he himself in a pool of blood. He knew instantly what must have happened, his own father had beat him, raped him, killed his mother when she had tried to stop him and then in turn she was killed. He remembered thinking how sick he felt and how much he wanted to kill himself, but he wouldn't let his mother's sacrifice be all for nothing, no... he lived, but only for one person and one person only...
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Harry found the silence between them quite comfortable, as he leaned into Dray a little more and revealed in the warmth the man seemed to radiate. Harry couldn't get his mind off of him, on how much Dray reminded him of Draco. The blond hair, and the way he carried himself, from the evil little smirks he had given out in The Kadavra. Hell, even what he named his club, sounded like something Malfoy would do. 'Then again, Harry, Dray's eyes weren't like glacier ice and his personality's different, the passion he has when he plays his music and sang, and the way he acts around the Muggles. And also, Harry, if this WAS really Malfoy, wouldn't he had said something? Wouldn't Hermione recognize him if he were Malfoy?' Harry's train of thought was cut off as he felt Dray shudder. He tightened his arm around Dray's waist and looked up at his face. It had darkened in thought, as if he were remembering something terrible. Harry took his eyes away from Dray and focused them on the pavement in front of him, just the thought of Draco made his heart ache with sadness. He remembered, one night in 6th year, before he had defeated Voldermort, he had ventured out into the Quidditch pitch under his invisibility cloak. Ron and Hermione were asleep, and it was around one in the morning. He had had another fight with Malfoy that day outside of the Library, he remembered how Malfoy had fought back, and that his heart was no longer in it and that his face was like a mask, no emotion whatsoever. It had freaked him out greatly, and he did not like it at all. There had been something wrong with him then, and he couldn't figure it out at all, that was why he had gone to the Quidditch pitch that night, to think. When he had reached the center of the field he saw a shadow in the bleachers and a flash of silver-blond hair. Harry silently crept up the Slytherin bleachers and had sat beside Malfoy. He remembered how Malfoy had straightened and looked straight at him, and it took all his will power not to gasp at the site of Malfoy's face that night. You could tell he had been crying, and crying for a long time. He had watched as Malfoy slumped forward in defeat muttering incoherently. Harry had almost taken his cloak off right then, until he saw Professor Snape appear and without a thought he headed back to the Gryffindor tower, seeing Malfoy in a new light. That had been the first time that he had admitted to himself that he was indeed in love with the blond Slytherin and it had scared him out of his wits.
Harry realized that they had reached his apartment building, and stopped, halting Dray along with him. "We're here, thanks for walking me here Dray. You don't know how much it means to me, really." Harry had removed his arm from his waist and held his hand, fingers woven together. "Would you like to come up, have something to drink, and maybe talk a while? I mean, I would understand if you don't want to, but you see I was just..." Harry was cut off as Dray brought his lips crashing down on his, running his tongue over Harry's bottom lip as if to ask for permission to enter, which Harry readily gave. Harry felt Dray's tongue enter his mouth, his lips moving hungrily with his own. Harry attacked Dray with his own tongue, his pulse starting to speed up rapidly, and when it was becoming too much, Harry pulled back for air. "So I take that as a yes?"
Dray smirked, "Of course you dolt! I just don't kiss ANYONE you know?! Now move up to that apartment before I ravage you out here on this street." Dray grabbed Harry's hips pulling him towards Dray. "And I never go back on my word," He said seriously as he bent his head to nip Harry's neck, bringing a small gasp from Harry.
"Okay, I get it already!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled Dray behind him into the apartment building. They had reached room 417, Harry pulling out his key and opening the door. Pushing it open he dragged Dray inside with him, "Welcome to my home, I guess you could call it. So, you want something to drink?" Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen-leaving Dray to observe, or as Dray would call it, snoop.
"Sure, what ever you got. Doesn't matter much to me." He called to Harry from the living room. Dray looked around the room, and wasn't what he would have expected from the golden boy. It was rather dark; the carpet was dark gray, black leather couch and chair, a glass coffee table. The walls were white and a large bookshelf lined one side of the room, loaded with books, magazines and he noticed DVDs. There was a large stereo with CDs in twin stacks on either side. Upon further inspection, he noticed that Harry didn't have very many pictures. On the bookshelf, there were pictures of Ron and Hermione, Professor Lupin with a strange black dog, and another picture that looked to be from the beginning of fifth year. Sighing, he settled himself on the couch and waited for Harry to return with the drinks. As if on cue, Harry returned holding two glasses of what Dray guessed would be coke.
"Sorry bout that, seems I need to go shopping, haven't got much left." Harry said as he handed the drink to Dray and sat on the couch. "Its odd really, that I've never seen you around before. You couldn't have just appeared out of no where."
Dray grinned as he watched Harry attempt conversation, "Yes odd, but not that odd. So Harry, seeing as we've just met, how about telling me something about you. You must lead a very interesting life and all. What do you do for a living?"
"Oh... ah, yes well, nothing much really. I lead a boring life it would seem, I work in a library just down the street here. Hardly interesting, no? Seeing as I only live by myself, I only have myself to support." Harry shrugged.
Dray nodded, and before Harry could say anything he asked another question, "So Harry, who was that boy you compared me to when we were dancing?"
Harry looked up at Dray and then shrugged, " No one really, just some boy at my old school that used to pick fights with me. Complete prat, he was. I almost thought you were him, when you were yelling at Frost, you know? Then, when I saw you up on that stage, I corrected myself, you played with such passion and.. well, I don't think you could possibly be who I'm talking about. The passion and light in his eyes vanished in my 6th year..." Harry sighed and lean back, "He disappeared before Christmas Hols and I haven't seen him since."
Dray felt his heart skip a beat; it was obvious that Harry was talking about him, and that he hadn't figured out who he really is. To that, he almost sighed with relief but then he was saddened at the same time. "SO! You thought I was a complete prat at first? Harry, I'm touched, really! C'mon now, enough about you, lets hear something about ME! Gosh, ask me some questions already!"
Harry laughed, and shook his head, "You really are a piece of work, you know that Dray. Honestly... fine I'll ask you some questions! Let me think... OH! Why did you name your club the Kadavra?"
Dray blinked, he hadn't seen that one coming, but then again, this was Harry. "Because I thought it was cool! Next question!"
"How long have you been in Far Cry?"
"Two years."
"What school did you go to?"
"Local high school."
"When did you graduate?"
"Didn't, dropped out in my 6th year."
"Really? Why didn't you graduate?"
"Because, I didn't like the people in the school and the one person that I did care about, hated me. And some personal problems I'd rather not go into at the moment. To early in this relationship you know."
"So we do have a relationship then?" Harry blushed.
"Of course, I couldn't let someone as lovely and interesting as you slip through my fingers again, now could I? No, I didn't think so! Alright.. Next question! I like this game, like 20 questions. Always found that interesting."
"Are you a virgin?" Harry blurted out with out thinking. 'Honestly Harry, what were you thinking... correction, why weren't you thinking?!'
"No."
"Where do you work?"
"I work at Avada Music, own that one also."
"Wow, how old ARE you Dray? You look like your 17 or something."
"More like 19, I've always looked young for my age!" Dray said with a grin and pretended he was primping in a mirror, "Besides, gotta look my best, and I always do!"
"You're so damned vain, Dray." Harry snorted and mock glared at him.
"Yes well, look what it got me? Can't blame me can you?" Dray said, suddenly serious. He raised a brow and cocked his head to the side and looked straight at Harry. Reaching his hand forward, it went instinctively to Harry's famous scar. He traced it with his fingertips, as if mesmerized. "Where did you get this Harry? It must have hurt dreadfully..." He asked in quiet voice.
Harry reached up and took Dray's hand in his own bringing it down; he pressed his lips to the hand. "I don't remember if it hurt or not, but when I went through school it would burn sometimes. That I know, hurt like the fires of hell, but I pulled through. As for where I got it, I'd rather not talk about it now, to early in this relationship you know."
Dray grinned; Harry had interlocked their hands together, "so we have a relationship then?"
"You better believe it! I wouldn't let you slip through my fingers if my life depended on it."
"That's nice to know," Dray leaned in and locked his lips with Harry's. It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss at first, but the longer it went the more intense it became. Dray moved closer to Harry, so close that he was sitting in his lap, fingers laced through Harry's wild raven hair. They broke away, for Dray had found the need to breath a little important.
Harry reached up to stroke Dray's blue-blond spikes. He almost laughed when Dray leaned into him and sighed contently, "I take it, you like being petted?" Harry asked, his voice full of amusement as Dray :mmh-hmmd: and closed his eyes. "Your not going to fall asleep are you?"
"Nah, just feels good. I like sitting with you like this, its comfortable and new." Dray opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. "2:30? Shat! Damn, I'm sorry Harry, but I've gotta get going now, as much as I don't want to.." he complained as he shifted against Harry and buried his head in his neck. "Wish I could stay." he murmured before getting up and pulling Harry up with him. "I'll give you my phone number so you can call me. You have a pen and paper?"
"Yea I do, just wait right here, ill go get some." Harry disappeared into the hall and appeared a few seconds with a notepad and pen. "Here you go."
Dray took the pen and pad and wrote down several numbers, "Now, this is my cell, if I'm not at home you can call me here. Here's my home phone number, and here's the one at Avada just incase. Don't hesitate to call me if you suddenly get the need to talk to me or something. I wont get angry or anything promise." Dray yawned, "Sorry bout that, ill see you soon Harry, promise!"
Harry walked Dray to the door, " I really enjoyed this, we have to do it again sometime. I'll see you soon Dray," Harry leaned in and gave Dray a good-bye kiss before seeing Dray out. He watched him walk down the hall, until he boarded the lift and disappeared from his view. Harry sighed and softly shut his door before heading towards his bedroom and falling asleep with the sound of Dray's lyrics and song in his head...
TBC
Wow, sorry that took so long to get out, I've been writing on it ever since I put the first chapter out. I've had to study for finals, and just finished my government final today..., in which I completely bombed! I HATE GOV'T! Any wells, ill try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews!
Even though my writing isn't the best my I suck with my tenses *grumbles* I'll improve, promise!
Peace.
Mad Love.