written by Aquilus
Chapter 2: I'm In LoveRating: R
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Do you think I'm J.K.Rowling? In your dreams,maybe. But no, I'm not.. Just doing this for my own fun..;)
And now something for my great reviewers:
DLM-16: Yay! You're my first reviewer! Thanks! You were the one who made me feel like I'm gonna continue with this. And hey, don't worry, there won't happen anything to Draco..,yet..
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Author's notes: Yo. Sorry I haven't written in long time, but that's because school sucks and I have exams..and some more exams.. But yeah, here's the next chappie..
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(Draco's point of view)
Thinking,thinking...
I feel lucky being seventeen. I'm able to do magic outside school, and I can levitate my stuff into the Leaky Cauldron. So I dragged myself off the grounds of Malfoy Manor and headed towards London.
And there it was. I landed in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron and saw the entrance of Diagon Alley. I stopped there for a while. 'I just wonder how great it would be to walk out of that magical entrance, hand in hand with Harry, ready to do shopping for both of us. I'd be helping him to choose the right robe while caressing his back...'
"Hey, dumbass. Wake up!" I told myself when I noticed I'd been staring at the wall for five whole minutes. I got myself inside the pub.
"I'd like to book a room with a double bed until September the first," I told the receptionist.
The old man behind the desk looked at me. "And name's Malfoy, I suppose?" he asked. 'I'd really like to deny my name, just because of my "father." But I'm proud of my name, no matter what kind of idiots I have in my family.'
"Yes," I said. He gave me the key. "Your room is number thirty-four, on the third floor," he told me.
I muttered some kind of thank you while heading upstairs. I just feel tired. I couldn't think of anything else other than sleeping right then. I was free of Lucius' eyes on my back.
When I got into room number thirty-four, I saw a raven-haired figure lying on the bed wearing only green boxers that match exactly with his green eyes.
"Harry?" I asked.
He smiled at me and stood up. He walked to me, putting his hands around my waist. He pulled me closer and took me into a deep, passionate kiss. I felt our hardening parts touch each other, and I moaned with the pleasurable feelings he gave me with his hands and tongue...
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And that was it. I woke up, lying in my bed in the Leaky Cauldron. I felt my cock had grown hard during that nice dream. I head into shower. After making myself feel a bit better, I took a look at my watch. It was five o'clock pm, on August the 20th. I'd slept almost twenty-four hours. Well, it wasn't a wonder after almost a month of no sleep. I went downstairs to have something to eat.
I walked into the pub to eat. I sat down at a quiet table in the corner. I saw a raven-haired boy getting himself a cappuccino. He looked at me, and I choked on my iced tea when I realized who was looking at me and walking to my table.
"Hi, Malfoy," he said.
'Damn, why do you have to have those eyes, and that hair, and why am I not able to touch that sexy hair?'
"Ehrm... Hi, Potter," I answered, "What do you want?"
'I wish I could tell you what I want...'
"I was just wondering..." he started, "I was wondering… hey, you're good in Potions, aren't you?"
"Well, I guess so..." I told him. 'Could you please forgive me every word I've said to you during past six years...?'
"Okay..." It seemed like it was hard for him to tell me what his problem was. 'Well, that's not a wonder, considering you've been a jerk to him for ages.' "Would you be so kind as to help me with the Potions homework we had over the summer? You're a git, but you're the one who knows how to do it. Please, Malfoy?"
And for the second time in past three minutes, I choked on my iced tea. He was asking my help! 'More time with that sexiest guy on earth? Say yes, you dumb ass!'
"And may I ask you why the great Boy-Who-Lived isn't asking his wise Mudblood girlfriend to help him?" 'No, Draco, that wasn't a yes…'
I saw sadness in his eyes. 'Well, great work, you bastard. You managed to make him sad. Damn, Draco, you're a jerk!'
"The Boy-Who-Lived doesn't want to ask anything of his 'Mudblood girlfriend,' as you put it. Said Mudblood girlfriend is the girlfriend of that poor Weasley, born in a bin, if you really want to know. And when the two of them are together... you don't want to see what happened after they had sex for the first time… they do nothing else other than staying stuck to one another's mouths. I got a feeling that they didn't need me there, so I left Weasley's house and came here."
'There you go, boy! Tell him that you're sorry about him losing his friends, and being the outsider.'
"Well, I think I can help you with that stuff," I began. 'Well done, Draco! Now tell him something about yourself.' "Actually, I'm staying here until the beginning of September, too."
Now it was Harry's turn to choke on his cappuccino. "Are you telling me that the famous Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy doesn't have the respect of his Death Eater-father!"
"Well, yeah, if you put it in that way. Actually, it's more like he doesn't have my respect anymore..."
"Okay, my room is number thirty-five. So, would you like to give me a visit at noon tomorrow?" he asked. 'Wow! You're going to be his visitor! Now, be careful, boy, and don't mess up this time… As you did six years ago…'
"Yeah, sure, Potter."
"Hey Draco?" 'What the hell? He just called me Draco! Damn,I'm proud of myself. I really can't mess up this time.' "Call me Harry." He smiled at me. 'Hey, Harry. Your smile is beautiful…'
"As you wish, Harry."
"And hey Draco, again?"
"Tell me."
"Let's forget the past six years, shall we not?"
"Deal, Harry!"
"Okay, see ya tomorrow!"
"Bye, Harry!" I see him standing up and heading upstairs into his room. 'Wow! You made it, Draco! You made him your mate!'
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I went to do some shopping in Diagon Alley. I bumped into Blaise and went to chat with him.
"Hey, Blaise."
"Hi, Draco! How're you doing?"
"Actually, now that you mention it, I'm really fine."
"And what would cause that?" he asked me.
"Well, there are two things. First, I'm not gonna get the Dark Mark, and I'm not gonna live in Malfoy Manor for a single day with Lucius around there."
I've told Blaise almost everything about my life and my feelings. Harry was the only thing I haven't told him about.
He looked at me with happiness in his eyes. He's the closest friend I've ever had.
"That's great to hear Draco! I just hope Lucius won't find you here."
"No, he won't… At least, I hope he won't."
"Well, you can always come to my place if there's something wrong," he looked straight into my eyes, and I knew he really meant what he was telling me. "But hey, Draco. What's the second thing that's doing great with you?"
"I'm in love Blaise." I said it there, anyone could have heard. 'But that's how it is. I love Harry Potter!'
"Oh? And who's the lucky guy?" I have told him that I'm a gay. But now, when I have to tell him who the recipient of my feelings is, I'm not sure if I want him to know who the one I love is. 'C'mon, Draco. Tell him. You can trust him. You've told him everything. Why can't you tell him this?'
"Okay, Blaise. Don't go into shock. The one boy I love is named Harry James Potter."
Blaise choked on his coffee. 'But I admitted my feelings!'
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Author's notes: Wow! I've made two chapters! Now, my lovely readers and reviewers. Tell me how did you like it! Or did you hate it? What ever are your feelings, I'm ready to receive them. HuGs for everyone!
