A/N - I haven't updated this story in a while. Surprise, Surprise. Summer is coming (June 15th is the end of classes, and then a week of NY State Regents begin, pure fucking glee), so with any luck, in between everything else that I hope to accomplish this summer, I won't neglect this fic as much.
Disclaimer - The only thing I own is the plot. Don't sue, I'm broke.
Chapter Nine
Harry, being a light sleeper and also in the middle of a nightmare, woke up with a start when Draco had made an effort to move to the other side of the bed. He woke up start and screamed. Once he did, something orange and hard hit him right in the face. He sat up and looked at Draco who was now sitting up on the other side of the bed, back facing Harry.
"Something wrong Malfoy." The use of the surname between them now was used solely as an indication as to how angry the other one was.
"As a matter of fact Potter, there is." He answered hollowly
"Too bleedin' hung over this lovely Thursday morning? Or is it because it's morning that you're angry?"
"No."
Harry frowned at Draco's tone. If Draco had been annoyed or angry, he would have faced him and given his trademark sneer. But something was bothering him, and he felt inclined to question him. He placed a hand on Draco's milky white shoulder, but it was shrugged off almost immediately.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
Harry became even more confused by the tone of Draco's voice - he sounded scared. And even more so, he was shaking slightly. He frowned again, and quickly scanned his mind for anything that might scare the blonde.
'Everything.' he thought savagely. If a spider scuttled across the floor, no matter how small, he would shriek and run into the next room until Harry killed it. Casting the spider theory aside, he decided to ask the obvious.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't. Touch. Me." he repeated in the same tone.
Figuring it had something to do with last nights events, before or during his drunken stupor, he let go of the thought of touching him and asked.
"Does this have anything to do with last night?"
"Ye-yeah."
"You actually remember last night?" he asked, without hiding his amazement.
"No."
"Then how does this relate to last -"
He suddenly took it all in: a 23 year old male comes out of his drunken splendor with another male holding him. Draco had been too drunk to remember that he was drunk, and therefore would not know if he engaged in activities involving sodomy.
He rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at him.
"You prat." he laughed as he got off the bed and walked out of the room, and into his own room, which was right across from Draco's. Draco turned around and looked into the hall that separated the two rooms, and looked at Harry horrified.
"Please tell me that I was the dominant one."
This caused Harry to laugh even more, as he took his pajamas off and put on a pair of jeans. He walked back into Draco's room pulling on a worn out black t-shirt.
"You were drunk!"
Draco stared at him.
"Pissed! Slammed! Ankled! Hammered! Shit-faced! Sozzled! Tanked! Trashed! Sloshed! Smashed! Plastered!" Harry waved his arms around, every time he said a euphemism for more emphasis.
Still a blank look remained on the young Malfoy's face.
"Nothing happened last night, except that you came home drunk, and had a screaming fit where I had to hold you until you passed out."
After this information had been absorbed, Draco shook his head, and buried his face in his hands. Then he pulled the covers from underneath him and pulled them over his head.
"I'm going back to sleep."
Harry couldn't help but laugh again before he walked out of the room.
"Ron, you got both Harry and Draco into this mess, you're going to get them out of it."
"I'm not helping Malfoy." he spat.
Ron and Hermione were in the cramped office, sorting through the Daily Prophet newspapers for the evening issue. For the past month she had been nagging him about this subject. He felt that he had been justified to act in such a way, and that Harry was wrong.
Pleadingly, she turned around "Ron, Harry is working at a muggle grocery store for the next six months because his best friend-"
"EX-best friend."
"-over reacted."
He blinked and Hermione could see that Ron truly felt betrayed by Harry's actions, for reasons that she felt that she didn't want to know.
"Just go before the board, and ask them to reduce the sentence a few months. I'm not saying to take the suspension away completely."
"I won't." he said stubbornly.
Hermione sighed.
"If you won't do it for Harry..." she took hold of his hand at this point "...then do it for me."
Ron looked down at their hands. He felt a familiar warm glow surround him as he looked into her brown eyes. He sighed, and tightened his grasp on Hermione's hand. He forced a grin, and nodded his head slightly.
"Alright, 'Mione."
She smiled and gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek before she left the room with an armful of the evening issue of the Daily Prophet. Leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes, he sighed. He knew that she was using his feelings for her to get him to do this. But he didn't care. It was useless to keep arguing with Hermione over Harry, if there was ever to be another chance between him and her.
Draco woke up a little after noon. He got up to go to the bathroom, and on the way back to his room he stopped in the middle of the hallway that divide the two rooms. He peered into Harry's room which was very neat, save the pajama pants and top. Making sure that Harry was no where in sight, he walked in and looked around. The room was quite bare, which would also explain why it was so neat. There stood a tall dresser near the only window in the room, and a bed pushed up against the opposite wall. Another dresser with a mirror was dead center of the unoccupied wall. After admiring himself in the mirror, he turned to leave and almost tripped over Harry's pajama pants. He looked down at them with mild curiosity. They were a deep shade of green, and the fabric looked like it was silk. He bent over, picked them up, and held them up against his own body. Deciding that he would be more comfortable wearing clothes meant for sleeping in, he took off his jeans and slipped into Harry's pajama pants.
The pants were a little too big for the slim Malfoy. Though Harry was slim, he was also broader and a little more built than Draco. The pants slid down to his hips and threatened to go lower. Not hearing footsteps in the hallway, he began admiring himself in the mirror again.
'Damn, I look good in green.'
Harry walked into his room, and held back a gasp. What he was seeing - a shirt less Draco wearing too big pajama pants admiring himself - should not be something that he liked.
"I look so good." Draco whispered to himself, and then smiled.
"Draco.. why're you in my room?"
Draco turned around, and a tinge of pink appeared in his cheeks.
"You can say it Potter, I know I look good." And he grinned.
"Yes, you look lovely."
"So" he said turning back to admiring himself in the mirror "how long have you been staring at my ass?"
"What ass?"
Draco turned around once more and sneered. "You're not getting these back, you know."
"What?" he said with a bit of amusement in his voice "They're two sizes two big."
"Nothing a little shrinkage spell won't take care of." he walked out of the room and into his own.
"You'll do nothing of the sort. I LIKE those pants." he followed Draco into his room.
He quickly climbed into his bed "Too bad. They're mine now." Harry looked at Draco who was staring at him from underneath his covers.
"C'mon Draco, give them back."
"No. I like them too."
"Then get a pair yourself, I want those back."
"Buy yourself another pair. These are mine now." he stuck out his tongue, and covered himself completely with the blanket.
"Draco I have better things to do, than bother you about my pants."
"Then do them instead of arguing with me."
Harry walked over to the blanket and pulled it away to reveal Draco in the fetal position.
"I like them."
"Give 'em back Malfoy."
"You'll have to take them off yourself, because I'm not handing them over."
Without thinking, Harry jumped on the blonde while holding his chest down with one hand, and tried to take the treasured pajama pants off of him.
"WAIT! WAIT! I'M NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR!"
"Yes you are, I can see the elastic."
"C'mon Harry, I really like them."
"They're MINE."
"I don't care if they're yours - I want them!"
Harry finally succeeded in taking the pajama pants off of Draco and jumped off the bed as quickly as he could. The sight of the milky white skinned blonde donning only his black boxers was another sight that Harry should not have enjoyed immensely. He closed his eyes and counted to 5. He regulated his breathing, then opened his eyes and looked at the silver haired Malfoy. Draco was staring at Harry with amusement.
"Thinking of" and with added dramaticism "the kiss?"
"Wh-what?" Harry's bronzed face went red.
Malfoy scoffed "I know you've been thinking about it as much as I have. Wondering if you should be enjoying the memory." Draco got off the bed at this point and stood in front of Harry. "When you leaned in and our lips touched and indulged in 'forbidden pleasure.'" Draco began advancing on Harry, causing him to walk backwards. "Our bodies so close, and our hands roaming all over the other one. I see the way you look at me, Harry. When you first see me in the morning, I catch a glimpse of your feelings for me before they flicker away. That sense of longing to have me again, like you did that night. That you wish to do everything again."
Harry's back was up against the wall. Draco was now so close that their chests touched. All that it would take to close the distance was a little lean in, a simple tilt. Draco conjured up a sprig of mistletoe and held it above his own head.
"C'mon Harry. Ron's not here, and the doors are locked."
Harry looked into Draco's gray eyes and saw that he was serious about everything he said. Both of their heartbeats increased, and their chests brushed up against each other with every intake of breath. Harry dropped the pajama pants, leaned in, and for the second time he kissed Draco. Slightly surprised at his action, it took him only a second to recover and kiss back. Harry's hands started out hesitantly on the back of Draco's neck. As the kiss deepened he felt Draco drop the mistletoe and wrap his skinny arms around his neck. Harry's arms made their way down Malfoy's naked torso, and wrapped themselves about an inch above his boxer elastic. Draco's tongue caressed the roof of Harry's mouth which caused him to give a guttural gasp, and involuntarily thrust his hips forward. Draco, taking this an an invitation, slid his hands down to Harry's waist, and thrust his hips into his. Harry grinded himself into Draco's body, never once breaking the kiss. Both let out a small gasp, and continued with their thrusting and grinding, deepening the kiss with each thrust. Literally, between the force Draco was applying with each thrust, and the wall, Harry thought for sure that he would have bruises on his back. Draco's hands were now busy entangling his fingers in Harry's raven black hair, whilst Harry's hands began to play with Draco's boxer elastic and were lightly touching the skin around the area, giving Draco a slight tickling sensation. Draco broke the kiss and began a series of bites and kisses up and down Harry's neck, never once relenting in his thrusting. Harry's hands were about to go further, and explore more of the sensitive area when they were interrupted by the phone.
"Fuck." Draco muttered into Harry's neck, without ceasing any of his actions.
"Dray.. I have to answer that." he said reluctantly.
"No you don't." He increased his pace.
Harry groaned pleasurably. He didn't want to leave this, but he couldn't let the phone ring. He couldn't chance it being important and him missing it.
"Dr- oh God- Draco." He pushed him off and went to answer the phone.
Draco looked after him as he exited the room. Seconds later, the ringing stopped and he heard Harry's deep voice speaking. He looked down, and momentarily contemplated finishing himself, but didn't. Harry came back a few minutes later, and looked annoyed.
"Leslie's father is in the hospital. They called me in, I have to be in at work at 4."
"Oh." Draco looked a little disappointed. "Well that's 2 hours from now; leaves us lots of time to-"
Harry had already left the room, showing no signs of interest in what they had "lots of time" for.
It was now 3:30 - half an hour before Harry had to leave. Harry walked into the room, to see Draco lying on the couch with a bag of chips on his chest, watching Good Will Hunting, yet again.
"I'm going to be leaving in about 15 minutes. I'm closing tonight, so I won't be home until sometime after midnight."
Draco nodded his head to show that he understood. Harry sat down on the opposite couch watching the movie for the next 15 minutes, and then spoke up.
"If there's anything that you're unsure of how to work, don't use it." Nearly all the appliances in the flat were muggle appliances, and Draco's last experience with a toaster was still fresh on Harry's mind. The only thing that Draco knew how to work (sort of) was the phone.
"Noted." he said.
"If you need anything, you know the number."
"Noted." he repeated.
Harry got up to leave and Draco's voice stopped him while his hand was on the door knob.
"What? No kiss good-bye?"
Harry spun around, patches of red appearing in his cheeks.
"Draco.."
"What? I want a kiss good-bye." His eyes were now on Harry, grinning in a way that Harry couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was serious.
"You're not getting one."
got up, walked over to Harry, and placed his hands around his waist.
"A simple, innocent kiss good-bye." Draco whispered.
"We can't..." Harry trailed off.
"Why? We're already suspended. What else can they do?"
Harry closed his eyes, and tried to block out Draco's logic. He couldn't do this. This was Draco Malfoy. He opened up his eyes and saw Draco still staring at him.
"Closing your eyes won't make me not want a kiss."
Harry's will to resist Draco was growing thin.
"Bye." Harry managed, and apparated out of his arms, leaving Draco quite disappointed.
After turning off the television, Draco walked into the kitchen. He looked at all the appliances and recognized one of them as the toaster.
'Draco, only BREAD goes into the toaster, nothing else!'
Draco grimaced as the words came screaming back at him. He found a loaf of bread sitting on the counter and took out two slices. He placed one in each slot, and pushed down the lever. He walked around the kitchen getting the cinnamon and sugar out of the cupboard, and the butter out of the fridge. A minute later, toast popped up and he felt proud of himself. Nothing caught fire this time, and he allowed himself to smile. He took a knife and started to spread butter over the toast, and then sprinkled some sugar and cinnamon over the toast. As he took a bite, he recoiled in horror and spit it out.
"What the-" he managed and looked at the containers that he thought were cinnamon and sugar. The containers were Chili Pepper and Salt.
"ARRRG." Draco ran around trying to get the taste out of his mouth. He gulped down numerous cups of water and even crammed a few pieces of bread into his mouth. After a few minutes, the taste subsided and Draco started to think about Harry.
Draco made up his mind about what to do. He grabbed his jacket and apparated to Diagon Alley.
Harry came home from work exhausted. He had almost been fired because he yelled at Maria about not sorting through the stickers, and not making new signs. Maria was his manager, and though they both worked in the same department, she did absolutely nothing useful. It also happened, that he was not very well liked by her.
"Just because you're a manager doesn't mean you can sit on your ass all day doing nothing!" he had yelled.
Her response was: "One more remark like that, and you'll be out of here so fast you won't even know what hit you!"
He leaned his head up against the wood door, and shook his head. He couldn't wait until this meaningless suspension was over. He couldn't deal with Maria any more. Snape was a more enjoyable colleague than her. And then there was the entire thing with Draco. He sighed at the thought of him. They couldn't continue like this. It had cost them a suspension because they kissed. If it were anything more, it could have cost them their jobs. He decided to ignore all advances from now on, to not look at him anymore. He shook his head, as if to agree with himself, and give himself support in the matter.
"Alohomora." he muttered, and walked in.
He walked into complete darkness.
"Lumos." he whispered.
Whenever he came home from a closing shift, Draco was always still awake watching Star Trek re-runs. Genuinely concerned for both of their safety, he held his wand out in front of him, ready to attack if necessary. Then he noticed a trail of green on the floor. For a minute he though that Draco's late night Star Trek obsession had gotten a bit out of hand. Conjuring up Spock for a duel did not seem unlikely. Half expecting a wounded Vulcan to come running through the room, he bent over and examined the luminous trail. Upon this closer inspection he realized that it was not Vulcan blood, but rather what looked like charmed rose petals to glow a pale green.
Now even more confused, he followed the trail and came to Draco's room. The door was slightly opened which allowed the trail to continue. From the opening he could see faint candle lighting in the room. Convinced that they were not under attack by any Star Trek characters, he lowered his wand.
"Nox." he whispered, and pushed the door open gently.
What he saw next, nothing could have prepared him for. The pale green rose petals had been scattered on the floor surrounding the bed. The bed was covered in silver glowing rose petals, and in the mass of the silver petals, lay a familiar blonde. Draco lay motionless, eyes on Harry. He stared at him with a longing look, but made no motions and gestures. Harry could barely see in the semi-darkness; the only thing that made him realize that Draco was on the bed, was the shock of white-blonde hair. He joined Draco on the bed, and looked into Draco's eyes. Without thinking he ran his fingers through Draco's shimmery, soft hair, and sighed.
'So much for ignoring advances.' Harry thought, as he let his hand trail down to Draco's sharp, feminine face, pausing on his lips. He felt Draco's mouth curve into a smile. He made invisible traces down his neck where he felt Draco shudder slightly, and down to his chest where he could feel little muscle tone. He let his hand travel a little further along the young Malfoy's body, and realized that he was naked. A small gasp escaped Draco's lips as Harry's hand slid down the length of Draco's member.
Suddenly feeling over-dressed, Harry took off his work smock, and unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could. Draco remained patient and didn't move at all while Harry continued to undress himself. Discarding the clothes on the floor, he moved closer to Draco where they embraced.
"This morning, you were freaking out because you thought we did this." Harry said quietly, afraid to break the comforting silence that surrounded them
Draco shook his head, causing strands of his hair to fall into his face "Things have changed since this morning." he said truthfully.
Harry took his hand and pushed aside the hair that was blocking Draco's face.
"Draco..." he breathed.
Draco only put a finger to Harry's lips, grinning and shaking his head slightly before he kissed him.
A/N: So I'm preparing to find an angry mob with torches and pitch forks outside my house now, because 1 - this wasn't a well written chapter, and 2 - I left the chapter at this point. Oh well. :) I promise though, before I finish this fic, there will be a chapter that includes graphic homo erotica.
On a different note, I actually did what Draco did with the Chili Pepper once. Worst cinnamon toast ever.