Wherever I Am, You're There
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: A few of you thought that by my insert of "THE END" at the end of the story, it meant the story had ended there permanently. Well, sorry about that...y'see, I put "THE END" at the end of all chapters, so don't be confused by it...the story isn't over yet...it's just my way of notifying you that this particular chapter is over!
blushes sorry about causing any confusion and I hope it hasn't put you off reading! sweat drop
Anyways, enjoy chapter Three!
Draco Malfoy didn't think of much as he peeled off the last piece of clothing and stepped into the warm flowing water of the shower. His thin lithe body moved gently under the droplets of water, his hands soaking the moisture into his hair. Softly, he squirted shampoo into his hands and moved said hands through his hair – rubbing every bit of it into his blonde locks. His eyes were closed against the rushing drops, and in the back of his throat he hummed a tune he had heard being sung once in school.
The water pounded across his smooth skin, and when he was sure he had washed every bit of soapy liquid out of his hair, he picked up some body gel and squirted it onto his flesh. Rubbing it in, creating foam, he washed the dirt and lake water smell off of his body, determined to make himself more than presentable.
When he stepped out of the shower, after turning off the water, he found a towel and a new set of neatly folded clothes laid out for him. Clearly Harry Potter had paid him a quiet visit whilst he had been enjoying the warm water pounding his body. He picked up the towel and rubbed his hair with it before wrapping it around his body and rubbing until he was dry.
As he moved across the small bathroom, he found himself staring at his pale- faced reflection in the half-steamed mirror. His beautiful azure eyes trailed up and down his own body and then stared directly into his own reflected eyes.
Harry Potter...Harry bloody Potter...
He pressed a hand against the glass and sighed.
He treats me like a guest and acts like a host...not like the others...he seems to understand me...but how? Even more so, why? We are – correctionWEREarch rivals...but now we seem to be friends...and his kindness...how did he learn to be so kind? I feel like I owe him so much. He's letting me stay here, and all I ever do is give him the cold shoulder. I need to owe him
The blonde boy stepped back to the pile of clothes and began to dress himself, still thinking of the generosity of his ex-rival. How did one thank someone exactly? He had no idea of how he could thank Harry, even though he owed the smaller male so much.
Continuing to place the clothes over his naked body, he set about thinking of exactly how he could repay his so called 'hero'.
Harry Potter sat on the couch in the living room of the apartment reading a small potions notebook that had been issued to all the graduates following the end of potions lessons. Flicking through a few pages, and occasionally reading each individual comment that Professor Snape had written in and hexed to change depending on who received the book.
His eyes read over a comment that simply stated "This means you, Potter!" and then he heard the water shutting off in the bathroom. Turning and looking over his shoulder at the bathroom door briefly, Harry found himself thinking of the moment when he had put the towel and clothes in the bathroom for Draco.
The taller boy had been so peaceful, humming lightly, his head thrown back in a certain pleasure of having the water over his soft flesh, that Harry had simply wished not to disturb him, and so had placed the clothes and towel there stealthily. However, he had sneaked a small glance through the curtain at the thin masculine body on the other side; a small peep, nothing else!
A dark blush crept onto the cheeks of the smaller male and he found one hand rubbing his reddening cheeks lightly in embarrassment.
How can you be attracted to Draco Malfoy? A boy, nonetheless! You're not gay...Harry found his own mind drawn into a battle between thoughts. He'd rather punch, not screw, your brains out! But that sleek body...covered in all that foam...water dripping from his – STOP! Stop right there! Don't say it! How can you think that of him? Are you sure you're straight? I'd check again if I were you
As Harry struggled with inner emotions, he suddenly found himself face to face with the object of spoken desire.
Draco stood clad in a black tight t-shirt, beige combat pants, black trainers, and had already slicked back his wet blonde hair. In short, he looked like the perfect object of desire.
"I...uhh...cleaned the bathroom." Draco murmured, a blush staining his cheeks, "And...ahem...I...put the towel in the laundry basket. I hope that's okay." Harry snapped out of his daze and then coughed slightly, nodding his head.
"Yes, yes, it's fine." He stammered, eyes locked with Draco's, who had a look on his face that suggested confusion as to why his 'host' was acting this way.
Harry smiled weakly and licked his dry lips. It was rare for him to think things like this, rare for him to ever show any emotion. More importantly, why was Draco acting this way now? Had he seen Harry looking at him in the shower?
The brown-haired boy moved aside and then coughed gently.
"You can sit down, you know? My home is your home until you can find anywhere else."
Draco took the offered space on the couch next to Harry and stared at the TV screen a while, sighing at the suddenly pouring rain. Harry continued to read his notebook, though not with as much interest as he had previously shown.
"Lucky you rescued me." Draco commented suddenly.
Harry looked up and uttered a "hm?" his eyes staring at the other boy.
Draco nodded and then continued to look out of the window, "It's pouring down. You'd have gotten a cold if you'd have been out in this."
The other boy put his book down and adjusted his glasses on his nose (isn't it strange how I've not mentioned them until now?).
"I'm glad you are concerned for my health at least." He looked out of the window also, his eyes focused on the pouring raindrops.
Draco shifted uneasily on the couch next to him, coughing a little again, a soft pink blush on his pale cheeks.
"I must apologise, Potte – I mean Harry. I've been a little..." He struggled in his strained apology, "...arrogant. What I'm trying to say is...well...I suppose I should at least thank you for saving me, and although you did more than enough for doing so, I still feel as though I need to repay you in some way." He coughed, the blush darkening on his face.
"I...I didn't realise you were just trying to be friendly, and I admit, I have been a stuck-up bastard with you, no matter what you say. So...this is my way of repaying you, this is my debt paid off. I'll give a friendship a chance. I will try to become a friend to you...and I'll give you a chance." Draco finished with another cough and then stared intently out of the windows, waiting for some acknowledgement of what he had said.
Harry's thoughts were riddled with confusion, staring at the other boy. Finally, with an air of finally being able to speak, he uttered a few words.
"I'm glad you can give it a try..."
THE END
Ashford2ashford: Well, it's not the end of the story if that's what you're wondering. Let's just see how long the two boys can handle each other. Is Harry starting to fall in love with his blonde-haired nemesis? Will Draco last five minutes being a friend to Harry?
With new chapters, come new revelations! So...keep an eye out!
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: A few of you thought that by my insert of "THE END" at the end of the story, it meant the story had ended there permanently. Well, sorry about that...y'see, I put "THE END" at the end of all chapters, so don't be confused by it...the story isn't over yet...it's just my way of notifying you that this particular chapter is over!
blushes sorry about causing any confusion and I hope it hasn't put you off reading! sweat drop
Anyways, enjoy chapter Three!
Draco Malfoy didn't think of much as he peeled off the last piece of clothing and stepped into the warm flowing water of the shower. His thin lithe body moved gently under the droplets of water, his hands soaking the moisture into his hair. Softly, he squirted shampoo into his hands and moved said hands through his hair – rubbing every bit of it into his blonde locks. His eyes were closed against the rushing drops, and in the back of his throat he hummed a tune he had heard being sung once in school.
The water pounded across his smooth skin, and when he was sure he had washed every bit of soapy liquid out of his hair, he picked up some body gel and squirted it onto his flesh. Rubbing it in, creating foam, he washed the dirt and lake water smell off of his body, determined to make himself more than presentable.
When he stepped out of the shower, after turning off the water, he found a towel and a new set of neatly folded clothes laid out for him. Clearly Harry Potter had paid him a quiet visit whilst he had been enjoying the warm water pounding his body. He picked up the towel and rubbed his hair with it before wrapping it around his body and rubbing until he was dry.
As he moved across the small bathroom, he found himself staring at his pale- faced reflection in the half-steamed mirror. His beautiful azure eyes trailed up and down his own body and then stared directly into his own reflected eyes.
Harry Potter...Harry bloody Potter...
He pressed a hand against the glass and sighed.
He treats me like a guest and acts like a host...not like the others...he seems to understand me...but how? Even more so, why? We are – correctionWEREarch rivals...but now we seem to be friends...and his kindness...how did he learn to be so kind? I feel like I owe him so much. He's letting me stay here, and all I ever do is give him the cold shoulder. I need to owe him
The blonde boy stepped back to the pile of clothes and began to dress himself, still thinking of the generosity of his ex-rival. How did one thank someone exactly? He had no idea of how he could thank Harry, even though he owed the smaller male so much.
Continuing to place the clothes over his naked body, he set about thinking of exactly how he could repay his so called 'hero'.
Harry Potter sat on the couch in the living room of the apartment reading a small potions notebook that had been issued to all the graduates following the end of potions lessons. Flicking through a few pages, and occasionally reading each individual comment that Professor Snape had written in and hexed to change depending on who received the book.
His eyes read over a comment that simply stated "This means you, Potter!" and then he heard the water shutting off in the bathroom. Turning and looking over his shoulder at the bathroom door briefly, Harry found himself thinking of the moment when he had put the towel and clothes in the bathroom for Draco.
The taller boy had been so peaceful, humming lightly, his head thrown back in a certain pleasure of having the water over his soft flesh, that Harry had simply wished not to disturb him, and so had placed the clothes and towel there stealthily. However, he had sneaked a small glance through the curtain at the thin masculine body on the other side; a small peep, nothing else!
A dark blush crept onto the cheeks of the smaller male and he found one hand rubbing his reddening cheeks lightly in embarrassment.
How can you be attracted to Draco Malfoy? A boy, nonetheless! You're not gay...Harry found his own mind drawn into a battle between thoughts. He'd rather punch, not screw, your brains out! But that sleek body...covered in all that foam...water dripping from his – STOP! Stop right there! Don't say it! How can you think that of him? Are you sure you're straight? I'd check again if I were you
As Harry struggled with inner emotions, he suddenly found himself face to face with the object of spoken desire.
Draco stood clad in a black tight t-shirt, beige combat pants, black trainers, and had already slicked back his wet blonde hair. In short, he looked like the perfect object of desire.
"I...uhh...cleaned the bathroom." Draco murmured, a blush staining his cheeks, "And...ahem...I...put the towel in the laundry basket. I hope that's okay." Harry snapped out of his daze and then coughed slightly, nodding his head.
"Yes, yes, it's fine." He stammered, eyes locked with Draco's, who had a look on his face that suggested confusion as to why his 'host' was acting this way.
Harry smiled weakly and licked his dry lips. It was rare for him to think things like this, rare for him to ever show any emotion. More importantly, why was Draco acting this way now? Had he seen Harry looking at him in the shower?
The brown-haired boy moved aside and then coughed gently.
"You can sit down, you know? My home is your home until you can find anywhere else."
Draco took the offered space on the couch next to Harry and stared at the TV screen a while, sighing at the suddenly pouring rain. Harry continued to read his notebook, though not with as much interest as he had previously shown.
"Lucky you rescued me." Draco commented suddenly.
Harry looked up and uttered a "hm?" his eyes staring at the other boy.
Draco nodded and then continued to look out of the window, "It's pouring down. You'd have gotten a cold if you'd have been out in this."
The other boy put his book down and adjusted his glasses on his nose (isn't it strange how I've not mentioned them until now?).
"I'm glad you are concerned for my health at least." He looked out of the window also, his eyes focused on the pouring raindrops.
Draco shifted uneasily on the couch next to him, coughing a little again, a soft pink blush on his pale cheeks.
"I must apologise, Potte – I mean Harry. I've been a little..." He struggled in his strained apology, "...arrogant. What I'm trying to say is...well...I suppose I should at least thank you for saving me, and although you did more than enough for doing so, I still feel as though I need to repay you in some way." He coughed, the blush darkening on his face.
"I...I didn't realise you were just trying to be friendly, and I admit, I have been a stuck-up bastard with you, no matter what you say. So...this is my way of repaying you, this is my debt paid off. I'll give a friendship a chance. I will try to become a friend to you...and I'll give you a chance." Draco finished with another cough and then stared intently out of the windows, waiting for some acknowledgement of what he had said.
Harry's thoughts were riddled with confusion, staring at the other boy. Finally, with an air of finally being able to speak, he uttered a few words.
"I'm glad you can give it a try..."
THE END
Ashford2ashford: Well, it's not the end of the story if that's what you're wondering. Let's just see how long the two boys can handle each other. Is Harry starting to fall in love with his blonde-haired nemesis? Will Draco last five minutes being a friend to Harry?
With new chapters, come new revelations! So...keep an eye out!