1Title: More Than Meant To Be
Author/Artist: DangerouslyHazle
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R (for future content)
Chapter Summary: The friction ignites.
Disclaimer: Nearly everything belongs to JK Rowling, I can take credit only for the story line and a few OCs.
Possible Spoilers: Any of the books, potentially.
Warnings: m/m slash
Chapter Five: Cutting to the Chase
"Abso-bloody-lutely not." Harry's arms were crossed over his bare chest as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom. Gina was shaking a shirt at him, insisting it would be "killer." He would have none of it.
"Look, fine, I'm going, all right?" He spread his hands, open palms facing upward. "So just calm down and let me dress as I will!"
Gina's hands went to her slim hips. She wore a short midnight blue dress that hugged her curves and accented her mahogany-sheened hair and light brown eyes. She cocked her head at the half-naked man before her. "You're wearing the jeans I told you to, aren't you?"
Harry sighed. "Only because they're my nicest pair." The black jeans were the tightest ones as well, unfortunately. "And you insisted that slacks were too dressy."
She had to bite down a smile. She'd only said that because Harry's slacks had a tendency to be far too loose to be any fun. The Brewery was pretty casual, anyway. She widened her eyes in her best Pretty-Pleeeeease look. "It's a nice shirt. It'll bring out your eyes."
Harry shoved his hands into his hair, making a noise of frustration. Gina let her eyes rove, enjoying the view of lean muscles moving beneath smooth skin. There was a small line of dark hair that appeared as his torso stretched out, leading from his belly down into his jeans towards –
He strode forward and snatched the shirt from her hands. "Stop ogling me! I'll wear the damned shirt!" He slammed his bedroom door behind him.
Gina laughed, shaking her brown curls back over her shoulder. "You're such a heterophobe," she chuckled. A moment later, Harry reemerged. He leaned against the doorway and raised an eyebrow.
"I fail to see how purple can bring out my eyes," he said with dry resignation.
Gina felt her eyes widen again, this time in genuine appreciation. "Harry, dear, it's royal purple,"
she sighed, "and everyone knows that purple is brilliant with green."
The effect was electrifying. It was a tight polyester shirt of the darkest purple, hugging Harry's torso and making his eyes glitter from within, an ethereal green fire. The short sleeves accented his modestly built biceps, and the black jeans hugged his backside like a fond lover. The unruly black hair and current expression of dry amusement made him look like he'd either just come from bed… or was in desperate need of being dragged into the nearest one.
Gina licked her suddenly dry lips. "He'll keel over," she murmured.
Harry simply sighed at the excitement in her voice. He'd learned not to get annoyed at this familiar conversation thread, but he couldn't help voicing an argument. "I doubt he'll bat an eyelash. Let's go, sweet stuff."
He pushed himself off the door frame with an easy show of lithe movement and headed for the door, grabbing his leather jacket – a welcoming gift from the people of the Square – to ward off the cool evening air.
Gina followed, taking her own long wool coat from where she'd tossed it on the couch. She'd been prepared to wrestle Harry into her choice of clothing. At the moment, she was glad to be following the young man; her grin would probably have incited retaliation.
And the view couldn't be better.
Draco had Apparated to the Square and followed Ady Fridolf's directions to the place Gina had chosen. He stood outside, his breath puffing before him, glancing about at the people lounging outside. He was early, he knew, but he'd always liked the advantage of time.
The establishment looked genial enough, and of course had to be better for being off-limits to non-magical folk. The sign set above the door of the brick building was wood, the sinuous words 'The Brewery' neatly carved into it, along with a cauldron pouring a green and orange brew into a tankard. He was early, he knew, and deliberately so. He wasn't entirely sure what Gina was up to, and had wanted to check the place out for himself. He started to venture through the double wooden doors leading inward to look inside when he spotted a familiar head of brown tresses headed his way. He mentally swore. Of course, they would be early as well. Silly him.
His gaze lingered on Gina for a moment. She looked nice, with her curls let loose and her features accented with make-up. Harry, beside her, was wearing black pants and a black jacket. Draco snorted. Dressy didn't mean black, did it? Or was Harry simply showing his dislike of the situation?
But the closer the two got, the better Harry's choice of attire looked. His wind-ruffled hair looked soft and inviting, and his pants hugged his lean hips. The leather jacket made him look roguish. Suddenly, the night air wasn't so cold. Draco's breath was even more visible before him.
"Hey, hot stuff," Gina called when she spotted him. Draco couldn't drag his eyes from Harry, but he managed a casual smile and a wave towards the two as they drew closer. Harry's gaze lit on him, too, and Draco had the satisfaction of watching those deadly green eyes narrow, flickering up and down Draco's form. The blonde thought he saw Harry's throat bob in a swallow, too.
Draco hadn't put all that much care into dressing, really, but he knew he looked good anyway. His shirt was form-fitting, long-sleeved and light grey, and he'd worn one of his few pairs of jeans, these particular ones a faux-faded blue. His jacket was dark brown and long, made of a light but insulating material that ruffled in the wind. When Harry's vivid green eyes finally returned to his, Draco made a point of returning the look-over, mostly for the sake of watching those tanned cheeks redden.
When the approaching duo reached the place where he stood, Gina grabbed Draco, putting him quite firmly on her free arm. "Shall we?" she asked, and continued towards the door without waiting for an answer. Draco rolled his eyes, and on the other side of the bossy female Harry shook his head resignedly.
Inside, the crowd was noisy and the live band tucked into the corner played with vigor. The dancing floor was decently full, and the bar had only a few bare stools. Behind the bar, a rowdy middle-aged woman tended the customers, conversing at a rate rivaling that of her rapid handling of the drinks. The three newcomers managed to talk their way into a group of three stools at the bar, and ordered themselves drinks, Gina and Draco both being appropriately disapproving of Harry's decision to have a bottle of beer.
"Surely you're kidding..." Draco said. Harry just snorted and raised his eyebrow at him. He took off his jacket, for the temperature inside The Brewery was a far cry from that outside, then opened his beer to swig blatantly in the blonde's face. Gina laughed, and started to say something that was cut short by something the rather striking wizard next to her leaned over to say.
Harry watched Gina go into her sultry flirt mode, and grinned. He didn't need to date, he could just live vicariously through her. She definitely got enough action for the both of them. He glanced at Draco, expecting him to be drinking his pretentious concoction of a drink in silence. Surely such complicated nonsense deserved special attention...
But Draco wasn't focused on the drink at all. Those silvery blue eyes were locked on Harry with a heat that lit the latter's nerves afire upon immediate contact with his own green gaze. Harry just stared, though his stare was very much the helpless prey to Draco's current predation. Slowly, Draco leaned closer. The eye contact broke as he placed his hotly breathing mouth a scant millimeter from Harry's ear.
"You know, Potter, that color suits your eyes," the blonde murmured, drawling the last name out in an indecent manner and causing blood to rush from Harry's brain to other parts of his anatomy. Despite being threatened by the activity, his thoughts sped up, going through all of Gina's tauntings and suggestions and outright challenges. With a deliberate sensuality he didn't know he was capable of, Harry pulled back enough to meet Draco's eyes once more.
"You should see me on satin bedsheets," he replied.
And he watched whatever dam had kept Draco's demeanor together crack, that released heat pouring over them both. "Well, what a coincidence. I happen to have lovely set of black satin on my bed right now." Draco murmured.
Harry gave him a slow smile. "To your place, then?"
"Race you," Draco replied.
The simultaneous cracks of the apparating wizards startled their companion and the man she was conversing with to jump. "What the bloody...?" Gina demanded of the bare stools. Amazed comprehension dawned, and she grinned. "Huh. Who'd have thought it was that easy?" she turned back to her new acquaintance. "They must have had something built up from their school days. Men, I swear."
AN:
Wow... it's... been a while since I updated this. As in it took me months to finally write this chapter. That's rather sad. Luckily, though, I've rediscovered it, and have renewed interest (though I wouldn't quote me on that. I'm sleep deprived like you wouldn't believe right now).
Thank you to people who reviewed while I was on hiatus! That meant a lot to come back to people who had read the first four chapters and liked them! I shall endeavor to continue in a pleasing manner .