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Beads and Lace

By: The Deviant

Chapter 2

Harry sighed warily as he stood before one of the largest houses in the district, Malfoy Manor. It wasn't one of the immense mansion you may see on TV. It was a simple two story home with simple rose bushes and trellises lined with ivy. A shiny black Mercedes was parked in the open garage, along with a bright red convertible and a Kawasaki bike. Now, these weren't things Harry hadn't seen before, and even if he hadn't, he highly doubted he'd be intimidated. What worried him was Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's parents, and also two of the most powerful people in Hogs County. And if you had it in good with them, then you were one of the most people, too. However, those who crossed the couple often found themselves packing up and leaving town with very little dignity left, and the one way to cross the Malfoys? Simple…

Fuck with Draco…

'Its now or never…' Harry thought as he lifted his fist to knock on the white metal door. The young man paused the instant he heard footsteps coming closer to the door, and before long, Harry was standing face to face with one of the grimmest-looking men he'd ever seen in his life. The man, who he assumed was hired help, was a haggard man, to say the least. His ink black hair sat in a stringy, unruly mass on his head, and the only thing about him that said 'Malfoy' was the black tuxedo and white tie he wore as uniform. Harry cleared his throat, choking back any surprised noise he may have been tempted to make. "I'm sorry, is Draco home?" The man simply nodded, still standing there. Harry shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "Um, well, I'm Draco's partner…for a science project." The man still continued to stare. Harry was thinking about giving up, just going back to his car and driving off as fast as he could, before…

"Sirius? Sirius, who is it?" Draco's voice flowed from upstairs, and the blonde boy could soon be seen on the last step leading to the landing where the butler was now.

"Master Draco, this young man says he's here to see you." Sirius stepped aside to give his young master a better view, and Draco smirked at the sight of Harry.

"Potter…I honestly didn't think you'd show. Well, come on in." Without waiting for a response, Draco trotted back up the stairs. Sirius simply glowered as Harry stepped past him, not wasting time in following his lab partner upstairs.

-

Harry stared in awe at Draco's bedroom. It wasn't very big, but still beautiful. The walls were painted a dark blue and decorated with silver glitter. A king-sized bed rested against the far wall, with a matching vanity along the opposite wall, where Harry was standing now. He bit back a chuckle as he picked up one of the many products strewn across the vanity's surface. Sephora "body shimmer", just as he suspected.

"You know, Harry, I have another jar of that, if you want it." Draco joked. Harry turned to glare at him before realization hit.

"What did you just call me?" The blond brushed a lock of hair away from his face.

"I called you Harry. That's your name, isn't it?" Harry shook his head slowly. "It isn't?"

"No, it is, it's just you've never called me that before. J-just a shock to the system I guess." Draco just laughed before tossing a small stack of magazines from the bed to the floor.

"Well, since we're going to be seeing a lot of each other all week, I suggest we start off on the right foot. For example, this calling each other by our surnames? It has to stop." the blonde plopped himself on the bed. Harry nodded in agreement before sitting down on the other end of the bed, highly tempted, by it's softness, to fall back and go to sleep. He was snapped out of his trance when Draco ducked down and dragged something out from under the bed.

"What is that?" Harry asked, earning another odd look from the blond.

"It's the microscope and cells we need for our project. You know, the one that's worth, like, a bazillion points?" Draco laughed again at the deep blush spreading across Harry's cheeks. Getting back at Ginny Weasel was going to be easier than he thought.

"So…are we going to get started?" Harry asked. Draco had been sitting there for almost a few minutes with the same crooked smirk on his face, and to be completely honest, it was starting to scare the shit out of him. Draco seemed to snap out of his trance, and it was then his turn to blush. 'Focus, Draco!' his mind screamed at him.

"Um…yeah, I think we got everything…"

-

The two were there for almost two hours, and the sun was beginning to set, casting a deep red glow. Harry couldn't help but steal glances at the blonde every so often. He couldn't place it, but there was something about him, about the way his hair fell gently over his eyes and barely grazed his cheeks, something about the way the sunlight pouring into window, giving Draco a somewhat seductive glow. Harry also couldn't help but notice those deep platinums…staring right back at him.

"Is something wrong?" Draco asked. Maybe it was Harry's imagination, but he could swear that the blond was a lot closer to him now than when they had started. Harry simply nodded, not trusting his brain to reserve the words he'd been tossing about in his mind for the past few minutes. "You sure? You look a little…"

"A little what?" Harry managed to choke out when Draco wouldn't finish what he was saying.

"Well, a little hot." the blond replied coolly. Harry couldn't help but hide his blush.

Draco couldn't believe how well this was going. For the past two hours, Harry had been stealing little peeks at the blond. Draco, not being one to turn down attention, attempted to fuel the black-haired boy's fire with little things, like flipping his hair and licking his lips. All things he had seen that Weasel bitch do. Speaking of Ginny….

"So, how're you and…what was her name? Jamie? Jenny?"

"Ginny…" Draco pretended to look sheepish and mouthed 'sorry' "And we're doing…alright."

"Just alright? You took look so happy together, I figured you'd be just waiting to talk about her." The blond reveled in the dark look in Harry's green eyes. Draco knew damn well, from what her overheard in the halls, that things were beginning to slip as far as Harry and Ginny's relationship was concerned, and they had been for about a week now.

"Yeah, and I used to be. It's just…" Harry paused and bit his lip, not yet willing to continue.

"You know, you two have been together for a while. Word on the grape vine is that it's been a little too long." Draco paused and wrote something in his notebook before tossing it aside. "But, then again, it's really none of my business…well, it's getting pretty late. Did you want to stay for dinner or…" Harry shook his head of whatever thoughts were flying through his mind, before nodding.

"I can stay, if it's alright." he replied. Draco smiled and nodded before rising from the bed. What happened next left Harry in a daze. Without warning, Draco pulled his top up and over his head before discarding it in the hamper by the door. Harry watched, dazed, as Draco began to work on un-zipping his skirt, however, the raven-haired boy stared pointedly at the two piercing that adorned the blonde's upper body. His eyes traveled lower to take in Draco's flat, flawless stomach and his perfect, pert behind. As soon as that skirt pooled at Draco's ankles, Harry realized that the blond didn't limit his…unique taste to just outerwear. Black panties decorated with pale pink lace covered Draco's bits, and Harry had to reprimand himself for the sinful thoughts that flowed through his head.

"Oh! Sorry, it's just I can't stand wearing my school clothes longer than I have to." Draco chided as he rummaged through his closet. After a minute that seemed like forever, the blond withdrew in a pair of black silk shorts and pulling a matching camisole over his chest. It took all of Harry's reserve not to moan at the loss of the precious flesh. At that, he shook his head. 'No!' his mind shouted. He was straight! Okay, perhaps bi, but either way, he had a girlfriend! "Well, come on. Dinner should be ready by now." Draco said, gazing out the window. The sun had drifted farther below the horizon and the only glow coming in through the window now was from the street lamps outside. Harry followed him out of the bedroom and down the hall, still slightly entranced with the shorter boy's behind.

-

Dinner was delightful, so far. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were a lot sweeter than he expected. Narcissa especially indulged in Draco's life, while Lucius seemed more interested in Harry.

"So, Harry. You James and Lily's boy, right? You know your father used to be one of Hogs County's MVP's. You play any sports, Harry." Lucius asked. Harry simply shook his head.

"Not anymore, sir. However, I did play basketball for a while." he replied. Lucius nodded appreciatively.

"Good, good. I tried to get Draco to play sports, but he wouldn't hear anything of it. He said-"

"Why try team sports when life in itself is an independent process?" Draco cut in before taking a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth. Harry simply clear his throat and nodded before busying himself with his own meal. "And anyway, chorus is so much more fun than getting beat up on some dirty old pitch or court." the young man cooed, nursing his glass of juice. Narcissa smiled, seemingly pleased his response. Harry guessed that it was Narcissa that nurtured Draco's…unique choice of fashion. The raven-haired boy nearly choked as a smooth bit of flesh moved along his leg, up and down, before resting at his crotch, just barely rubbing it. Despite his common sense, Harry first looked to Narcissa, silently hoping that it was her rather than her only child. This hope was dashed, however, when the lady of the house rose from her seat to retire early. She was soon followed by Lucius, leaving the boys at the table alone.

"I'm sorry, Harry. Have I been kicking you this entire time?" Harry cleared his throat before nodding slightly. "Oops. So sorry. I just wanted to stretch my legs. They've been so sore lately." Draco pouted, not meeting his guest's gaze. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Hey, you used to play sports! What did you do when you were sore?" he asked.

"W-well, my mum usually messaged the sore area-" Uh-oh. He knew exactly where this was going and he didn't like it in the least.

"That doesn't sound too bad. Would you mind…?" Draco eyed Harry with the sweetest of looks. 'Look out, Ginny Weasley. You've officially got competition.'

"Right here? At the table?" Harry forced a chuckle, refusing to show just how nervous all this made him. Draco shook his head and stood up. He took Harry's hand and led him back into the bedroom. Harry sat just where he had before on the bed, Draco sitting next to him and placing his long legs into the taller boy's lap.

"W-which one hurts?" Harry asked timidly. Draco pouted more.

"Both of them. It's really tight up along…here." He guided Harry's hand past his knee and along his thigh. Harry's breathing increased at the feel of the warm, silky soft skin that rested underneath his palm. Those lotions and skin care products did a hell of a job. Biting his lip gently, Harry slowly began to message the 'sore' flesh, trying hard to keep his mind off of the soft noises Draco was beginning to make. 'This is wrong! Wrong! Harry, you're smarter than this! Think of Ginny! Think of Ginny! Bail, Harry, bail!' his mind was screaming and hollering, and before Harry had a chance to restrain himself, he leapt up with a mortified gasp, sending Draco tumbling to the floor.

"Oww! What is wrong with you, Potter!" Draco scowled, rubbing his sore bum. Harry shook his head, a frown now marring his features.

"You are! You, waltzing around here, asking me to stroke your legs and whatnot!" Harry took a moment to calm his nerves. "Listen, I don't mind coming over here to work on the project. In fact, I don't give a damn if we move this to my house every once in a while. But if things go on like this, then don't expect to see me ever. That means no coming up to me in the halls, no calling me-"

"Ha! When have I ever called you?" the two stayed silent for a moment before Harry turned for the door.

"I'm gonna go."

"Yeah, that just might be best." Draco spat, turning his back to the taller young man. Harry simply shook his head before exiting, shutting the door behind him. The blonde threw himself on the bed with a frustrated sigh and buried his head amongst the pillows. 'Things were going so fucking well, until that ass…' Draco's thought's trailed off as realization hit. He was a fool to think this would all work out in just one day. As a matter of fact, he didn't even want it to last a day. He wanted to watch that speckled bitch suffer for a few good weeks. He wanted to watch as she broke down at the fact that she had lost her man…to another man! Draco grinned evilly. It would take a lot more planning than he would have liked, but, oh would it be worth it.

-

Harry rested his head against the steering wheel or his Cougar, dreading the entire evening. "How did I last this long?" he asked himself. He just sat there in complete silence, not moving until he heard his cell phone go off. He knew by the sappy tune of Mariah Carey that it couldn't be anyone other than Ginny.

"Hey…"

"Hey, baby. Are you alright? You sound a little tired…"

"I'm fine, just a little worn out." Harry grinned at his girlfriend's concern. Sometimes Ginny could be a bitch, but most of the time, she was a sweetie.

"Oh, that's too bad. Mum and dad just left, and I was hoping you'd come over for a bit." He really didn't feel like it, but he couldn't risk the chance of her suspicions rising, so he agreed.

"Sure, sweetie. I'll be there in no time." Without waiting for her reply, he hung up, started the car, and was flying through Hogs with the radio blaring.

The Weasley house was, for the most part, dark, aside from the light in the room Harry knew to be Ginny's. He also noticed the girl standing out on the front porch, leaning against one of the support beams, awaiting his arrival. The minute he stepped out of the car, Ginny bound the four steps in a single leap and practically jumped into his arms, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Mmm, easy. You just saw me a few hours ago." Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

"It feels like forever, though. What've you been doing all day?" Ginny pouted. Harry couldn't help but think about the way Draco pouted when…Woah! There was no way in hell he could tell Ginny that.

"I've just been busy. Doin' errands for mum and whatnot. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over." He stroked her freckled cheek with his thumb, hoping she bought it.

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