Raei: There will be more sex scenes – just not for a bit. Our sexual energy has been spent (even though we're both Scorpio's...) for the time being. ALSO! Thank-you Ally, SilverXSerpent, and Ambz for your reviews. We look forward to them. (smiles) And, Oddly enough – Kylia and I are also scared shitless of Enrico... we're scared of our own character – that's horrid... (screams and grabs Kylia and runs from an incoming Enrico)
Cole and Luke surveyed the house as they closed the truck doors.
"Well it looks fine – I don't think they fought anymore after they left our place, do you?" Luke smiled as they ascended the front steps, holding Draco's forgotten shoes. "What the...?"
Cole bent down and picked up Harry's shirt, "Errr..." He stepped forward slightly. "The door is still open...?" Pushing the door open Cole listened for any sign of movement or speech. "Come on..."
Luke came in after the pink haired boy, closing the door silently and placing the runners on the mat beside the door next to a pair of Harry's shoes. He walked beside Cole in the direction of the kitchen. Upon reaching the doorway, both boys raised their eyebrows.
"...Pants? On the fridge...?" Luke asked as he entered the kitchen, walking towards the fridge.
"Dark red underwear on the fan..." Cole smiled pointing up at the underwear, which was currently spinning around on the moving fan. "If they did fight, they lost all their clothing in the process." He laughed, turning off the fan and retrieving the underwear, he then picked Draco's shirt off of the floor, then walked towards Luke and took Draco's pants from his grasp. "Where do you think they are?"
"I honestly have no clue." Luke said as he left the kitchen, walking down the hallway. "I have to get my CD from Harry's room, I'll be right back – alright?"
"Mhm." Cole smiled, walking into the living room and sitting down.
Upon getting to the doorway, Luke's jaw dropped and his eyes became wide. Quickly jogging back to Cole, he grabbed his hand. "You have to see this!"
Pulling the taller man from the couch, Luke crept back along the hallway, stopping just outside the door to Harry's room. Raising his finger to his lips for silence, Luke grinned widely before pushing Cole slightly into the sun filled room. Cole promptly raised his hands to his face, covering his mouth and trying to hold back his scream of delight.
The next to naked forms of Harry and Draco were sleeping on the disheveled mattress, the quilt that had once been on it was currently half on the floor, and the sheets were rumpled beyond belief. Harry was lying on his stomach with a sheet pulled around his hips, barely covering his lower body, and sported many angry looking nail marks on his back. His hair was messed more than humanly possible, even for him, and he was breathing steadily. Draco lay beside him on his back, his legs parted slightly with only a small corner of the fabric covering his crotch – not leaving much to the imagination. His usually very well done hair looked just as horrendous as Harry's, sprawled all around his face. On his lips, he wore a satisfied smile. Draco stirred in his sleep, causing the small corner of fabric to shift off of his body, completely exposing himself infront of both Cole and Luke.
Luke's eyes went wide, as his face fell in shock – he remained quiet. Cole on the other hand, let out a screech as he pointed with one finger to the now very naked Draco. Luke quickly jumped forward and clamped his hand over Cole's mouth, but the damage was already done.
Draco sat straight up in bed, and feeling a cool breeze move past his groin, he looked from Cole and Luke and then down to his crotch. "SHIT!" He quickly reefed the blankets completely off of Harry's body – leaving him now buck-naked. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Draco screamed as he pulled the sheet up to his chin covering his whole body except for his head.
Luke groaned and hung his head as he let his hand fall from Cole's open mouth. Cole let out a gleeful noise and clapped his hands, "You finally shagged him!" he all but squealed to Draco, "I'm so proud of you!"
Giving his friend a look that could kill, Draco pulled his knees to his chest and said in a low dangerous voice, "Tell me what you're doing in our bedroom."
Cole waved his hand, not really caring if Draco was pissed off, "Oh, Luke just wanted to grab his CD from Harry. He left it in here somewhere. You should wake him up," he gestured to a still sleeping Harry, "and clean those cuts or something... man that looks like it stings. Don't you ever cut your nails?"
Draco raised his nails to his face, "My nails aren't long. They aren't even passed the end of the pink part..." he trailed off, quickly raising his head at Cole, then back down at his nails, finally resting his gaze on his lovers back. "Oh my GOD!" he saw the numerous scratches on Harry's back and he shook him, trying to wake him up, "Harry! Wake up!"
"Ehhh...." Harry groaned, as he was shook awake. "5 more minutes..." Harry reached down trying to grab for the blankets and his eyes snapped open when he found none. Without shifting his position, he spoke in a very alarmed tone. "Where are the blankets?!"
"Around me because your friends decided to walk in and catch me in all my glory."
"And what glory..." Harry ginned for a second and reached for Draco. "Wait... friends?" He quickly sat up and faced Luke and Cole.
Cole waved his fingers at Harry and smiled. "Morning!"
Luke shook his head and muttered without looking up, "Hi."
Harry crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, looking from Draco to his friends, "What are you doing here?" he repeated Draco's question, though with out cursing.
Cole beamed at him, "No wonder why you love him Harry. He's got the biggest...." He was cut off as Luke punched him in the shoulder, turned him around, and shoved him into the hallway. Cole gave a cry of shock as he was sent flying out of the room.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to... We just..." Luke started, his face becoming red with every word his said, "We came to see if you were alright after last night."
Harry wiped his hand down his face and replied, "We're fine."
Luke nodded, "I can see that," the added as he blocked Cole from getting back into the room, his arms spread out across the doorway so Cole couldn't get through, "Well... I guess we'll just go home then..."
Harry sighed, as he looked at Draco, who shrugged but didn't say anything, "Wait... Since you did come over to see that we didn't kill each other, the least we can do is make you breakfast."
"Okay... don't rush or anything," Luke said as he pushed Cole down the hall, "We'll wait in the kitchen."
Harry and Draco both let out a sigh of relief as they flopped back down on the mattress. Seconds later they heard Cole's ever-loud voice from the kitchen.
"...Did you see the size of it? He's huge!!"
Draco groaned and pulled a pillow over his head as Harry laughed loudly. Draco immediately sat up and slammed the pillow onto Harry's face. "Shut- up!!"
Harry fought back, and after a few minutes of struggling managed to pin Draco down underneath him. "Being huge isn't something you should be embarrassed about."
"I'm not embarrassed of it, I'm embarrassed because little miss man whore in there saw it."
Harry laughed and lent down, kissing Draco gently. "Suck it up, it was bound to happen."
"Excuse me?!"
"Ahh... if I hadn't have snatched you up – Cole would have eventually." Harry sighed allowing Draco to sit up. "It was inevitable."
"What about Luke?"
Harry shrugged standing up and walking towards his closet. "You know Cole well enough, you shouldn't have to ask that question."
Agreeing silently, Draco stood and wrapped the blanket around his slender waist. "You really should let me heal those for you." He motioned to the scratches that ran from Harry's lower back to his shoulders.
Harry glanced behind him, and shrugged. "I dunno... I'm kind of proud of them."
"Proud?"
"Yeah... means I was really good." He smiled pulling on a pair of boxers, handing Draco his pajama pants he spoke again. "Now why would I want to cover up something like this?"
Draco narrowed his eyes and shook his head; taking the pajamas in his hand he lightly smacked Harry across his head. "You're such a man."
"What?"
"Using every opportunity to brag about your sex life."
"And what a sex life..." He grinned as Draco turned to pull on his pants. "I personally don't mind having a boyfriend who's hung."
"Yeah you wouldn't." Draco glared at him walking from the room.
Upon entering the kitchen, Draco found that the discarded clothing from last night were in a neat pile on the floor next to the counter, and Luke and Cole were scrubbing down the tabletop. A fierce blush made it's way up Draco's neck and turned his face red.
"What are you doing?" he managed to squeak out.
Cole stood and tossed the cloth back and forth in his hands, a grin on his face, "Good thing this table had think legs." He said.
Draco put his hands on his hips, not really caring that he was half naked in front of Cole anymore, "For your information Colton," he said using Cole's full name, "We didn't have sex on the table last night," and before he knew what was happening, Harry's voice spoke from behind him, making Draco jump.
"Yeah, he's right. It was five times on my bed instead," Harry commented smugly, "he's very vocal you know."
Draco turned and punched Harry's jaw, "Voi poca merda! Necessità di don't di conoscere quello!"
Harry stumbled back, holding his hands to his face, "What the hell!?"
Cole looked shocked, and Luke stood there with a look of understanding on his face. "Draco's right you know." he said as he crossed his arms.
"What the hell did he say?" Cole asked as he watched Draco shake with anger. "I didn't know he could speak Italian."
"He said you were a shit and that you didn't need to tell us that." Luke scowled.
Draco tried to calm down and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it out. "My father taught me how to speak Italian when I was a boy." He turned and looked at Harry. "What we do in the bedroom is no ones business but our own."
"Yeah... sorry." Harry said rubbing at his jaw, "That hurt."
"Well no duh, Draco's got a kick ass left hook." Cole said as Draco cracked a smile. "I'd really hate to be on the receiving end."
"...Yeah..." Harry narrowed his eyes at Cole and walked towards the freezer taking out an ice pack.
"What can I say, you deserved it." Luke took the cloth from Cole's hands and threw it into the sink. "Now how about breakfast?"
Just as they all sat down to breakfast, Draco glanced at the clock and his heart lurched. "Oh shit! I'm 45 minutes late for work!" He jumped out of the chair and raced down the hall to the bedroom, emerging only 5 minutes later dressed and ready for work. Draco skid on the floor and expertly fell to his butt not expecting it to hurt so much he screamed, "SHIT! OW!" scrambling to get his shoes on, he grabbed his bag and was out the door before anyone had a chance to blink.
Luke blinked, Cole's food fell back onto the plate, and Harry's cup of orange juice was resting just at his lower lip. All three looked at eachother with equal looks of hilarity.
"Wow..." Luke said as he looked out the window watching Draco run down the driveway.
"No kidding..." Cole said spearing his sausage once more.
"Mmhm..." Harry drawled as he finally took a drink of his orange juice.
By the time Draco arrived at work, Patrick was already behind the counter ringing through a very grouchy old woman with purple hair and a moth eaten shawl. Skye was hurriedly cleaning up a table so that another customer could sit down, and Emma was trying to keep up with the orders being yelled to her by Patrick.
Dumping his bag in the back room, Draco tied his apron around his waist and headed out into the shop. Putting a hand to Emma's shoulder, he said, "Sorry for being so late." As he took the coffee she was attempting to make from her hands.
Smiling gratefully at him, Emma replied, "No worries. Just help me here before these wacko's start to disembowel us."
The rest of the morning was inhumanly busy, not allowing any of the workers to take their breaks. After a four-hour rush, the amount of customers began to die down, slowly leading into a complete loss of regulars as the afternoon dragged on.
"It hasn't been that busy for weeks," Skye sighed as she changed her apron, considering it had turned white because of the amount of whipping cream she had gotten on it, "I hate rushes."
"Mmm... they are definite hell." Emma sighed sitting down on a stool beside the cappuccino maker.
Draco smiled as he began to wipe off the counter with all the coffee machines on it. "I've never seen so much spilled coffee in my life..."
"Yeah... So why were you so late this morning?" Sky walked towards Draco and slapped his butt.
Draco let out a rather large whine at the contact. "Ohhh... please, please don't do that again..."
Raising her eyebrows, Emma stood up and glided towards the pair of friends. She lent close, looked at the multiple bite marks on Draco's neck, and glanced up at him. "Yes, just what were you doing?"
Draco placed a hand to both Emma and Skye's chests, pushing them away. "Absolutely nothing. I was sleeping."
"With what? A wild dog?" Skye chirped as she stepped closer again, this time reaching out to examine one of the bite marks. Draco slapped her hand away only to have Emma's hand do the exact same thing on the other side of his neck. Draco hung his head and whined pushing Emma's hand away. "Patrick come help meeeee..."
"No way mini man, you're on your own." He raised his hands laughing slightly. Taking a cigarette out from behind his ear he walked to the back. "I'm taking a smoke break, don't molest the poor babe too bad."
Draco yelped as he saw Skye and Emma grin devilishly reaching for his shirt. "NO! NO...!"
"I want to know if there is more marks!" Emma laughed as she pulled Draco's shirt just past his pants.
"Ooh! Me too!" Skye joined in as she helped Emma pull his shirt up further.
Draco growled trying to pull his shirt out of their grasps. "There aren't any more marks on my torso! Leave it alone!"
"Ooo! Naughty boy!" Emma squealed as she found another bite mark just under his rib cage. "I found one! 10 points to me!"
Draco flapped his hands around imitating a distressed bird quite accurately. "Nooo...!"
"Gay guys are so cute!" Skye giggled as she watched Draco's feeble attempt to protest.
Emma clapped her hands together and jumped in place slightly, "Ooh!! I know!" she exclaimed, "I wish I were gay!!"
Draco blinked at her, opening his mouth to say something but snapped it shut when he saw a familiar figure in the doorway. Letting out a yelp of distress, Draco pulled his shirt back down and backed away slightly.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Enrico said sweetly, stepping forwards and pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, "Are you okay Draco?"
Draco swallowed and nodded his head, not trusting his voice. Skye and Emma both turned to Enrico and put their hands on their hips defensively.
"Draco's fine, Mr...?" Emma trailed off waiting for the man to answer, as she had not met Enrico before, but already disliking him intensely.
"Enrico," the tall dark haired man replied with a eerie smile, "you can call me Enrico."
Emma let her arms fall and she asked, "Well, Enrico... what can I get for you?"
Throwing another fake smile at Emma, Enrico replied, "I was hoping that Draco could help me."
Emma looked over her shoulder at Draco, who was standing slightly behind Skye. Narrowing her eyes at Enrico a little, she answered, "Draco was just about to go on his break, but I'll be happy to take your order."
Running his hand through his hair, Enrico cleared his throat, "Well, actually, I have to talk to Draco."
"He can't talk... he needs to go on his break currently." Skye spoke out, lightly shoving Draco in the direction of the back room.
"What's going on?" Celia had entered the room, wearing a slight scowl. Draco walked towards her as she reached out her hand placing it gently to his cheek smiling before walking towards the increasingly scary man at the counter.
"He was just leaving." Emma smiled sourly as she turned to face Enrico once more.
"...No, I wasn't." He said in a low unsettling voice. "I need to speak with Draco."
Celia glanced back at Draco who was shaking his head. She looked towards the man again and crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Mr. Malfoy has no business with you, Sir. Please be kind enough to leave my Coffee shop in peace."
Narrowing his eyes, Enrico looked at Draco. "...Malfoy?"
"Yes." Draco spoke quietly.
"... I know your father, Lucius."
Draco's eyes immediately widened, his body started to tremble, as he began to hyperventilate. Skye turned and took Draco by the arm, her eyes full of concern. Pushing past Skye, Draco walked closer to Enrico; his fists clenched at his side to keep them from shaking. "How can you know my father? He died two years ago."
Enrico grinned maliciously, slipping his sunglasses back on, "That's what he let you believe..." he said in such a low voice that Draco barely caught it as the man left the shop.
The four other people in the main part of the shop, for Patrick had come to stand at the door, looked at Draco with confusion.
"What the hell...?" Emma said.
"Who was that guy?" Skye asked, "Do you know him or something?"
Celia cleared her throat, "It does not matter who he was, because he will never set foot in this store again." She placed a warm hand to Draco's arm and spoke quietly to him. "Are you alright, Draco?"
"I... I need to call someone..." Draco stammered looking towards Celia with terrified eyes. "Can I please take my break...?"
"Of course, dear..." She tried to sound reassuring, but it did not come out that way. "There's a phone in my office if you would like some privacy."
Draco nodded in thanks and quickly walked towards Celia's office. As he reached her office, he closed the door and sat down on her chair. Bringing his knees to his chest he picked up the phone dialing Harry's cell. He waited only a few seconds before a familiar voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Harry?"
"...Yeah?"
Draco took a deep shaking breath, "Do you have any time to come down to see me?"
"Yeah...Why? Draco what's wrong?" Harry's concerned voice carried over the phone.
"Just... please, come down here?" Draco spoke softly resting his forehead on his knees. "Please...?"
"I'll be there in a few. Don't go anywhere." Harry hung up the phone, not waiting for a response.
Draco placed the phone on the receiver and then hugged his legs, still shaking. He had only waited ten minutes before he heard Harry's voice asking where he was. Draco stood up immediately and shoved the door open. He looked around briefly before spotting Harry and setting a very brisk pace, met him halfway throwing his hands around his neck.
"He's not dead!" He cried into Harry's neck. "Oh God! Harry he's not dead!"
"Who's not dead?" Harry said softly bringing Draco back to look into his eyes.
"...My... My father."
Harry turned to look at Celia, Emma, Patrick, and Skye. "Can we please use your office for a minute?"
"Certainly..." Celia spoke quietly as she looked towards her staff members.
"Thank-you very much." Harry nodded at her as he guided Draco back into the small cozy office. Directing him to a couch under the window, Harry pushed Draco down as he sat beside him. "Okay... Do you want to repeat what you just said in there?"
Bringing his legs onto the couch, hugging them Draco began to slowly rock back and forth. "My father isn't dead."
"How do you know he was dead...?"
"Because I killed him." Draco said softly looking at Harry. "I know he was dead because I killed him. I watched him ruthlessly murder so many innocent people, I couldn't let him continue to do it... so..."
"So how do you know he isn't dead?"
"A man came into the shop... Enrico something – I didn't ask for his last name. He found out my last name and told me that he knows my father. That can only mean one thing Harry," Draco tuned fearful eyes to Harry. "Lucius is alive, and he's going to come for me."
"No... no Draco that won't happen... he doesn't know where you are." Harry said shaking his head and standing up. "He can't find you, you're safe here."
"If I'm so safe here, how come Enrico knew where to find me?"
"That was just a coincidence."
"But what if it wasn't?!" Draco screamed at Harry, then regaining his composure he reached up and took Harry's hands in his own. "Harry if my father finds me, he'll kill me."
"Why? He doesn't have a reason to kill you, Draco."
Draco pulled Harry down onto the couch again, turning to face him. "Harry... I led him to believe that I was fighting on Voldemort's side when I was actually fighting for your side. I was stealing valuable information from Voldemort and the Death Eaters for my own purposes. I attempted to kill him, I didn't become a Death Eater, and I fell for Harry Potter." He said quietly fighting back tears. "Does he need any more reasons?"
"If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now." Harry said searching for a way to make their lives right again.
"You don't know my father, Harry..." Draco looked down shaking his head. "He wouldn't act right away... he isn't that stupid. He plans everything down to the last detail and won't carry through until everything is completely in the palm of his hand."
Draco looked up at the door, to find Celia standing there, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're both wizards, aren't you?"
Raei: Holy cliffhanger of doom batman! (clings onto Kylia's shirt)
Kylia: DUN DUN DUHHH!! Do think that Enrico could GET anymore creepier? Man, even I think that he should be killed and dragged off into the woods to rot.
Draco: (whimpers) Am so not liking the direction this fic is heading in. Why do I always get the lunatics following me?
Harry: There, there...(pats Draco on the top of the head)
-FADES TO BLACK-
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Cole and Luke surveyed the house as they closed the truck doors.
"Well it looks fine – I don't think they fought anymore after they left our place, do you?" Luke smiled as they ascended the front steps, holding Draco's forgotten shoes. "What the...?"
Cole bent down and picked up Harry's shirt, "Errr..." He stepped forward slightly. "The door is still open...?" Pushing the door open Cole listened for any sign of movement or speech. "Come on..."
Luke came in after the pink haired boy, closing the door silently and placing the runners on the mat beside the door next to a pair of Harry's shoes. He walked beside Cole in the direction of the kitchen. Upon reaching the doorway, both boys raised their eyebrows.
"...Pants? On the fridge...?" Luke asked as he entered the kitchen, walking towards the fridge.
"Dark red underwear on the fan..." Cole smiled pointing up at the underwear, which was currently spinning around on the moving fan. "If they did fight, they lost all their clothing in the process." He laughed, turning off the fan and retrieving the underwear, he then picked Draco's shirt off of the floor, then walked towards Luke and took Draco's pants from his grasp. "Where do you think they are?"
"I honestly have no clue." Luke said as he left the kitchen, walking down the hallway. "I have to get my CD from Harry's room, I'll be right back – alright?"
"Mhm." Cole smiled, walking into the living room and sitting down.
Upon getting to the doorway, Luke's jaw dropped and his eyes became wide. Quickly jogging back to Cole, he grabbed his hand. "You have to see this!"
Pulling the taller man from the couch, Luke crept back along the hallway, stopping just outside the door to Harry's room. Raising his finger to his lips for silence, Luke grinned widely before pushing Cole slightly into the sun filled room. Cole promptly raised his hands to his face, covering his mouth and trying to hold back his scream of delight.
The next to naked forms of Harry and Draco were sleeping on the disheveled mattress, the quilt that had once been on it was currently half on the floor, and the sheets were rumpled beyond belief. Harry was lying on his stomach with a sheet pulled around his hips, barely covering his lower body, and sported many angry looking nail marks on his back. His hair was messed more than humanly possible, even for him, and he was breathing steadily. Draco lay beside him on his back, his legs parted slightly with only a small corner of the fabric covering his crotch – not leaving much to the imagination. His usually very well done hair looked just as horrendous as Harry's, sprawled all around his face. On his lips, he wore a satisfied smile. Draco stirred in his sleep, causing the small corner of fabric to shift off of his body, completely exposing himself infront of both Cole and Luke.
Luke's eyes went wide, as his face fell in shock – he remained quiet. Cole on the other hand, let out a screech as he pointed with one finger to the now very naked Draco. Luke quickly jumped forward and clamped his hand over Cole's mouth, but the damage was already done.
Draco sat straight up in bed, and feeling a cool breeze move past his groin, he looked from Cole and Luke and then down to his crotch. "SHIT!" He quickly reefed the blankets completely off of Harry's body – leaving him now buck-naked. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Draco screamed as he pulled the sheet up to his chin covering his whole body except for his head.
Luke groaned and hung his head as he let his hand fall from Cole's open mouth. Cole let out a gleeful noise and clapped his hands, "You finally shagged him!" he all but squealed to Draco, "I'm so proud of you!"
Giving his friend a look that could kill, Draco pulled his knees to his chest and said in a low dangerous voice, "Tell me what you're doing in our bedroom."
Cole waved his hand, not really caring if Draco was pissed off, "Oh, Luke just wanted to grab his CD from Harry. He left it in here somewhere. You should wake him up," he gestured to a still sleeping Harry, "and clean those cuts or something... man that looks like it stings. Don't you ever cut your nails?"
Draco raised his nails to his face, "My nails aren't long. They aren't even passed the end of the pink part..." he trailed off, quickly raising his head at Cole, then back down at his nails, finally resting his gaze on his lovers back. "Oh my GOD!" he saw the numerous scratches on Harry's back and he shook him, trying to wake him up, "Harry! Wake up!"
"Ehhh...." Harry groaned, as he was shook awake. "5 more minutes..." Harry reached down trying to grab for the blankets and his eyes snapped open when he found none. Without shifting his position, he spoke in a very alarmed tone. "Where are the blankets?!"
"Around me because your friends decided to walk in and catch me in all my glory."
"And what glory..." Harry ginned for a second and reached for Draco. "Wait... friends?" He quickly sat up and faced Luke and Cole.
Cole waved his fingers at Harry and smiled. "Morning!"
Luke shook his head and muttered without looking up, "Hi."
Harry crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, looking from Draco to his friends, "What are you doing here?" he repeated Draco's question, though with out cursing.
Cole beamed at him, "No wonder why you love him Harry. He's got the biggest...." He was cut off as Luke punched him in the shoulder, turned him around, and shoved him into the hallway. Cole gave a cry of shock as he was sent flying out of the room.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to... We just..." Luke started, his face becoming red with every word his said, "We came to see if you were alright after last night."
Harry wiped his hand down his face and replied, "We're fine."
Luke nodded, "I can see that," the added as he blocked Cole from getting back into the room, his arms spread out across the doorway so Cole couldn't get through, "Well... I guess we'll just go home then..."
Harry sighed, as he looked at Draco, who shrugged but didn't say anything, "Wait... Since you did come over to see that we didn't kill each other, the least we can do is make you breakfast."
"Okay... don't rush or anything," Luke said as he pushed Cole down the hall, "We'll wait in the kitchen."
Harry and Draco both let out a sigh of relief as they flopped back down on the mattress. Seconds later they heard Cole's ever-loud voice from the kitchen.
"...Did you see the size of it? He's huge!!"
Draco groaned and pulled a pillow over his head as Harry laughed loudly. Draco immediately sat up and slammed the pillow onto Harry's face. "Shut- up!!"
Harry fought back, and after a few minutes of struggling managed to pin Draco down underneath him. "Being huge isn't something you should be embarrassed about."
"I'm not embarrassed of it, I'm embarrassed because little miss man whore in there saw it."
Harry laughed and lent down, kissing Draco gently. "Suck it up, it was bound to happen."
"Excuse me?!"
"Ahh... if I hadn't have snatched you up – Cole would have eventually." Harry sighed allowing Draco to sit up. "It was inevitable."
"What about Luke?"
Harry shrugged standing up and walking towards his closet. "You know Cole well enough, you shouldn't have to ask that question."
Agreeing silently, Draco stood and wrapped the blanket around his slender waist. "You really should let me heal those for you." He motioned to the scratches that ran from Harry's lower back to his shoulders.
Harry glanced behind him, and shrugged. "I dunno... I'm kind of proud of them."
"Proud?"
"Yeah... means I was really good." He smiled pulling on a pair of boxers, handing Draco his pajama pants he spoke again. "Now why would I want to cover up something like this?"
Draco narrowed his eyes and shook his head; taking the pajamas in his hand he lightly smacked Harry across his head. "You're such a man."
"What?"
"Using every opportunity to brag about your sex life."
"And what a sex life..." He grinned as Draco turned to pull on his pants. "I personally don't mind having a boyfriend who's hung."
"Yeah you wouldn't." Draco glared at him walking from the room.
Upon entering the kitchen, Draco found that the discarded clothing from last night were in a neat pile on the floor next to the counter, and Luke and Cole were scrubbing down the tabletop. A fierce blush made it's way up Draco's neck and turned his face red.
"What are you doing?" he managed to squeak out.
Cole stood and tossed the cloth back and forth in his hands, a grin on his face, "Good thing this table had think legs." He said.
Draco put his hands on his hips, not really caring that he was half naked in front of Cole anymore, "For your information Colton," he said using Cole's full name, "We didn't have sex on the table last night," and before he knew what was happening, Harry's voice spoke from behind him, making Draco jump.
"Yeah, he's right. It was five times on my bed instead," Harry commented smugly, "he's very vocal you know."
Draco turned and punched Harry's jaw, "Voi poca merda! Necessità di don't di conoscere quello!"
Harry stumbled back, holding his hands to his face, "What the hell!?"
Cole looked shocked, and Luke stood there with a look of understanding on his face. "Draco's right you know." he said as he crossed his arms.
"What the hell did he say?" Cole asked as he watched Draco shake with anger. "I didn't know he could speak Italian."
"He said you were a shit and that you didn't need to tell us that." Luke scowled.
Draco tried to calm down and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it out. "My father taught me how to speak Italian when I was a boy." He turned and looked at Harry. "What we do in the bedroom is no ones business but our own."
"Yeah... sorry." Harry said rubbing at his jaw, "That hurt."
"Well no duh, Draco's got a kick ass left hook." Cole said as Draco cracked a smile. "I'd really hate to be on the receiving end."
"...Yeah..." Harry narrowed his eyes at Cole and walked towards the freezer taking out an ice pack.
"What can I say, you deserved it." Luke took the cloth from Cole's hands and threw it into the sink. "Now how about breakfast?"
Just as they all sat down to breakfast, Draco glanced at the clock and his heart lurched. "Oh shit! I'm 45 minutes late for work!" He jumped out of the chair and raced down the hall to the bedroom, emerging only 5 minutes later dressed and ready for work. Draco skid on the floor and expertly fell to his butt not expecting it to hurt so much he screamed, "SHIT! OW!" scrambling to get his shoes on, he grabbed his bag and was out the door before anyone had a chance to blink.
Luke blinked, Cole's food fell back onto the plate, and Harry's cup of orange juice was resting just at his lower lip. All three looked at eachother with equal looks of hilarity.
"Wow..." Luke said as he looked out the window watching Draco run down the driveway.
"No kidding..." Cole said spearing his sausage once more.
"Mmhm..." Harry drawled as he finally took a drink of his orange juice.
By the time Draco arrived at work, Patrick was already behind the counter ringing through a very grouchy old woman with purple hair and a moth eaten shawl. Skye was hurriedly cleaning up a table so that another customer could sit down, and Emma was trying to keep up with the orders being yelled to her by Patrick.
Dumping his bag in the back room, Draco tied his apron around his waist and headed out into the shop. Putting a hand to Emma's shoulder, he said, "Sorry for being so late." As he took the coffee she was attempting to make from her hands.
Smiling gratefully at him, Emma replied, "No worries. Just help me here before these wacko's start to disembowel us."
The rest of the morning was inhumanly busy, not allowing any of the workers to take their breaks. After a four-hour rush, the amount of customers began to die down, slowly leading into a complete loss of regulars as the afternoon dragged on.
"It hasn't been that busy for weeks," Skye sighed as she changed her apron, considering it had turned white because of the amount of whipping cream she had gotten on it, "I hate rushes."
"Mmm... they are definite hell." Emma sighed sitting down on a stool beside the cappuccino maker.
Draco smiled as he began to wipe off the counter with all the coffee machines on it. "I've never seen so much spilled coffee in my life..."
"Yeah... So why were you so late this morning?" Sky walked towards Draco and slapped his butt.
Draco let out a rather large whine at the contact. "Ohhh... please, please don't do that again..."
Raising her eyebrows, Emma stood up and glided towards the pair of friends. She lent close, looked at the multiple bite marks on Draco's neck, and glanced up at him. "Yes, just what were you doing?"
Draco placed a hand to both Emma and Skye's chests, pushing them away. "Absolutely nothing. I was sleeping."
"With what? A wild dog?" Skye chirped as she stepped closer again, this time reaching out to examine one of the bite marks. Draco slapped her hand away only to have Emma's hand do the exact same thing on the other side of his neck. Draco hung his head and whined pushing Emma's hand away. "Patrick come help meeeee..."
"No way mini man, you're on your own." He raised his hands laughing slightly. Taking a cigarette out from behind his ear he walked to the back. "I'm taking a smoke break, don't molest the poor babe too bad."
Draco yelped as he saw Skye and Emma grin devilishly reaching for his shirt. "NO! NO...!"
"I want to know if there is more marks!" Emma laughed as she pulled Draco's shirt just past his pants.
"Ooh! Me too!" Skye joined in as she helped Emma pull his shirt up further.
Draco growled trying to pull his shirt out of their grasps. "There aren't any more marks on my torso! Leave it alone!"
"Ooo! Naughty boy!" Emma squealed as she found another bite mark just under his rib cage. "I found one! 10 points to me!"
Draco flapped his hands around imitating a distressed bird quite accurately. "Nooo...!"
"Gay guys are so cute!" Skye giggled as she watched Draco's feeble attempt to protest.
Emma clapped her hands together and jumped in place slightly, "Ooh!! I know!" she exclaimed, "I wish I were gay!!"
Draco blinked at her, opening his mouth to say something but snapped it shut when he saw a familiar figure in the doorway. Letting out a yelp of distress, Draco pulled his shirt back down and backed away slightly.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Enrico said sweetly, stepping forwards and pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, "Are you okay Draco?"
Draco swallowed and nodded his head, not trusting his voice. Skye and Emma both turned to Enrico and put their hands on their hips defensively.
"Draco's fine, Mr...?" Emma trailed off waiting for the man to answer, as she had not met Enrico before, but already disliking him intensely.
"Enrico," the tall dark haired man replied with a eerie smile, "you can call me Enrico."
Emma let her arms fall and she asked, "Well, Enrico... what can I get for you?"
Throwing another fake smile at Emma, Enrico replied, "I was hoping that Draco could help me."
Emma looked over her shoulder at Draco, who was standing slightly behind Skye. Narrowing her eyes at Enrico a little, she answered, "Draco was just about to go on his break, but I'll be happy to take your order."
Running his hand through his hair, Enrico cleared his throat, "Well, actually, I have to talk to Draco."
"He can't talk... he needs to go on his break currently." Skye spoke out, lightly shoving Draco in the direction of the back room.
"What's going on?" Celia had entered the room, wearing a slight scowl. Draco walked towards her as she reached out her hand placing it gently to his cheek smiling before walking towards the increasingly scary man at the counter.
"He was just leaving." Emma smiled sourly as she turned to face Enrico once more.
"...No, I wasn't." He said in a low unsettling voice. "I need to speak with Draco."
Celia glanced back at Draco who was shaking his head. She looked towards the man again and crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Mr. Malfoy has no business with you, Sir. Please be kind enough to leave my Coffee shop in peace."
Narrowing his eyes, Enrico looked at Draco. "...Malfoy?"
"Yes." Draco spoke quietly.
"... I know your father, Lucius."
Draco's eyes immediately widened, his body started to tremble, as he began to hyperventilate. Skye turned and took Draco by the arm, her eyes full of concern. Pushing past Skye, Draco walked closer to Enrico; his fists clenched at his side to keep them from shaking. "How can you know my father? He died two years ago."
Enrico grinned maliciously, slipping his sunglasses back on, "That's what he let you believe..." he said in such a low voice that Draco barely caught it as the man left the shop.
The four other people in the main part of the shop, for Patrick had come to stand at the door, looked at Draco with confusion.
"What the hell...?" Emma said.
"Who was that guy?" Skye asked, "Do you know him or something?"
Celia cleared her throat, "It does not matter who he was, because he will never set foot in this store again." She placed a warm hand to Draco's arm and spoke quietly to him. "Are you alright, Draco?"
"I... I need to call someone..." Draco stammered looking towards Celia with terrified eyes. "Can I please take my break...?"
"Of course, dear..." She tried to sound reassuring, but it did not come out that way. "There's a phone in my office if you would like some privacy."
Draco nodded in thanks and quickly walked towards Celia's office. As he reached her office, he closed the door and sat down on her chair. Bringing his knees to his chest he picked up the phone dialing Harry's cell. He waited only a few seconds before a familiar voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Harry?"
"...Yeah?"
Draco took a deep shaking breath, "Do you have any time to come down to see me?"
"Yeah...Why? Draco what's wrong?" Harry's concerned voice carried over the phone.
"Just... please, come down here?" Draco spoke softly resting his forehead on his knees. "Please...?"
"I'll be there in a few. Don't go anywhere." Harry hung up the phone, not waiting for a response.
Draco placed the phone on the receiver and then hugged his legs, still shaking. He had only waited ten minutes before he heard Harry's voice asking where he was. Draco stood up immediately and shoved the door open. He looked around briefly before spotting Harry and setting a very brisk pace, met him halfway throwing his hands around his neck.
"He's not dead!" He cried into Harry's neck. "Oh God! Harry he's not dead!"
"Who's not dead?" Harry said softly bringing Draco back to look into his eyes.
"...My... My father."
Harry turned to look at Celia, Emma, Patrick, and Skye. "Can we please use your office for a minute?"
"Certainly..." Celia spoke quietly as she looked towards her staff members.
"Thank-you very much." Harry nodded at her as he guided Draco back into the small cozy office. Directing him to a couch under the window, Harry pushed Draco down as he sat beside him. "Okay... Do you want to repeat what you just said in there?"
Bringing his legs onto the couch, hugging them Draco began to slowly rock back and forth. "My father isn't dead."
"How do you know he was dead...?"
"Because I killed him." Draco said softly looking at Harry. "I know he was dead because I killed him. I watched him ruthlessly murder so many innocent people, I couldn't let him continue to do it... so..."
"So how do you know he isn't dead?"
"A man came into the shop... Enrico something – I didn't ask for his last name. He found out my last name and told me that he knows my father. That can only mean one thing Harry," Draco tuned fearful eyes to Harry. "Lucius is alive, and he's going to come for me."
"No... no Draco that won't happen... he doesn't know where you are." Harry said shaking his head and standing up. "He can't find you, you're safe here."
"If I'm so safe here, how come Enrico knew where to find me?"
"That was just a coincidence."
"But what if it wasn't?!" Draco screamed at Harry, then regaining his composure he reached up and took Harry's hands in his own. "Harry if my father finds me, he'll kill me."
"Why? He doesn't have a reason to kill you, Draco."
Draco pulled Harry down onto the couch again, turning to face him. "Harry... I led him to believe that I was fighting on Voldemort's side when I was actually fighting for your side. I was stealing valuable information from Voldemort and the Death Eaters for my own purposes. I attempted to kill him, I didn't become a Death Eater, and I fell for Harry Potter." He said quietly fighting back tears. "Does he need any more reasons?"
"If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now." Harry said searching for a way to make their lives right again.
"You don't know my father, Harry..." Draco looked down shaking his head. "He wouldn't act right away... he isn't that stupid. He plans everything down to the last detail and won't carry through until everything is completely in the palm of his hand."
Draco looked up at the door, to find Celia standing there, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're both wizards, aren't you?"
Raei: Holy cliffhanger of doom batman! (clings onto Kylia's shirt)
Kylia: DUN DUN DUHHH!! Do think that Enrico could GET anymore creepier? Man, even I think that he should be killed and dragged off into the woods to rot.
Draco: (whimpers) Am so not liking the direction this fic is heading in. Why do I always get the lunatics following me?
Harry: There, there...(pats Draco on the top of the head)
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