Last Chance
Chapter 16: Make The Best Of It.
Draco sighed again, forcing himself to relax. "Harry."
"What now?" Harry was frustrated by the way Draco was acting.
The awkward silence continued for awhile, and Draco felt stupid for being so emotional.
"Can we just get back on the road." The blonde walked back to the car not bothering to say anything else to Harry.
"Fine." Harry followed only walking a few paces behind Draco, kicking some rocks that were scattered on the dirt road.
"Hey Harry were going to this one okay?" Draco stated and looked back at the half asleep black haired boy lying half naked, shirt off, in the back seat. He seemed okay, but just by the way he was just laying their made Draco a little nervous. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten that upset, but he was just scared and exhausted. Why can't he be upset for once?
"I-I don-don't care." He muttered head slamming into the seat each time they hit a bump. Draco wasn't the best driver.
Harry could hear the car slow and go over the curb, his head hitting the leather seat even harder. "Ow…"
"We are here." Draco turned the car into the parking lot and into a spot next to a large Ford truck. The truck was still on, making a rumbling noise like thunder in the distance. Draco sighed and opened the door; he searched the car for some cigarettes but didn't see any. "Damn it."
Harry ignored the complaining and sat up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to his head too quickly. He grabbed the handle and jiggled it until he finally got the door to budge. "Couldn't he have stolen a better car then this?" He muttered walking out of the car, when his feet hit the gravel he felt better. Harry just wanted to sleep; all of this worrying and driving was making him feel like he had seasickness. It was a weird observation because Harry had never been on a boat or even near the ocean.
The hotel was small, but it was good enough. The neon sign was turned off, since the sun blazed down on them. Harry wondered what time it was, he looked at the car and he saw Draco through the window still searching for traces of anything containing nicotine. It seemed like it was about four o'clock which was fine because he could get like thirteen hours of sleep. Sleep was good, Harry thought walking up to the door of the two story building. It looked as if the building was colored with a light blue crayon by a three year old.
"Harry." Draco mumbled pushing the seat back and starting to get out of the car; he hit his head and winced. "Fuck." He looked up, his head aching; he put his hand on the bump that was formed by the stupid typical act of hitting your head. He rubbed it gently, then more thoroughly as he tried to make himself feel better. He pulled up his pants a bit and shut the door with a slam causing the car to shake a bit.
Harry leaned against the wall in the lobby next to an old lady who was smoking a cigar and it seemed as if she was in her own world. Harry sighed; the smoke entered his nostrils and it smelled like old vanilla. He waited for Draco until finally the blonde entered pushing the door first until he realized you had to pull. Harry smiled slightly at how cute he looked embarrassed.
"Where were you?" Draco hissed obviously worried. His breathing was fast as if he'd run a mile in thirty seconds. His well toned chest went up and down facing Harry.
"Waiting." Harry looked down at his shoes, they were dirty since they were white it made him look worse.
Draco ignored it and went up to the desk, he tried to stop his heavy, worried breathing but he finally stopped and breathed deeply before talking to the clerk.
"Need a room sir?" The woman at the counter was blonde and beautiful, her breasts extended pretty far. They bounced as the cash register tray slide out revealing the money hidden beneath the calculating machine.
"Yeah." Draco had handed her a twenty for now and would pay the rest in the morning. "One night." He added.
The woman smiled and Malfoy looked down at her name tag. It read Hello My Name Is Debby. It looked like it was made in a poor sweatshop in China. Everything in this place seemed cheap but like I said before it worked.
"Number 3." She handed him a key, the key was rigid and sleek making him think of Harry. The key jingled with the key chain containing a little piece of plastic that had the hotel's logo Herwire Hotel. It was cheesy but it was a key and it led to beds and showers and possible room service.
"You need something." She winked and then finished. "Just holler."
Draco nodded and motioned for Harry to follow him.
It was a short walk to the room; the rooms were on the second floor. Harry thought it would've been a little bigger than this.
There was an awkward silence that followed them on their way to room number 3.
"Here we are." Draco inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it a couple times before finally opening it. He was anxious because, like Harry, he was exhausted. The door creaked a bit as he opened it. The room smelt like cleaning liquids of fast cleaning from a maid in a rush. The bed was made nicely and everything looked decent. Draco fell onto the bed and looked up at Harry who was standing by the door without a notion that he was going to join him or do something else.
"Draco." Harry put his hand on the doorknob nervously; his hands were sweaty from nervousness and the hot day.
"Hmm…" Draco muttered realizing it probably was nothing and that he could rest.
"I'm going to take a shower." Harry walked forward a bit taking off his shoes and then his pants, leaving him in his white boxers.
"What? That's all?" Draco chuckled and sat up, looking at Harry who was stark naked and heading for the bathroom. "At least let me join you." He got up and removed his clothing but Harry slammed the door shut and locked it before he could enter.
Draco sighed and forgot about the shower even though he was the one who really needed it; he went to bed in his birthday suit forgetting everything. He heard the soft sounds of the shower and he smelt the old soap and the steam flowing through the crack of the door.
Harry scrubbed everything and stayed in their spacing out and realizing he probably should get out. He shut off the water and reached for a fresh towel, the floor was a little damp and he almost slipped. The towel was wrapped around his skinny waist and he opened the door slowly, there was Draco fast asleep under the blankets.
Harry shut the door quietly and felt like it would be a perfect moment for a nap. Towel still wrapped around him he climbed next to Draco, he could hear him whimper a bit as he felt the warm heat from another person snuggling close.
"Harry." Draco mumbled subconsciously climbing onto of him, he was still asleep but this was his form of sleep walking. He kissed the crook of Harry's neck and down his chest and swirled his tongue over the boy's belly button. "Mmm…" Draco mumbled. He opened an eye lazily and looked down at Harry as he snuggled even closer to the black haired beauty beneath him. As he started to wake up a bit he jumped and stopped what he was doing making Harry wonder what was wrong. "Sorry." Draco said his face turning red. "I do that…when-" He ran his hair through his white blonde hair.
"It's fine." Harry said disappointed by the way Draco reacted. "Shower's free."
"MmmK." Draco looked at Harry shyly his face still red and Harry only gave him a little smile before leaning into the pillow and turning on his side.
Draco sniffled and yawned getting up reluctantly and heading to the shower. "Nice nap." Draco added looking back at Harry who lay their without a word.
The blonde boy hopped into the shower hoping Harry would come join him but after what happened on the road it was an impossible wish. He washed the dried blood from his hands and cheek, it was barely noticeable but it felt good to get the rest off of him. His whole body felt weak, he would never get to see her again, not once or twice or just hear her voice. Only a whisper telling him what he had done.
Harry sat up, he couldn't sleep the feeling that Draco was suffering made it harder to even close his eyes. He wanted to stop thinking about everything and start over once more. But didn't they already get their last chances? How many do you get?
The blanket was covering him up, he wasn't cold since the air conditioner was broken and the sun was still making the earth hot. He looked up at the clock, it read six o'clock. "Draco." He whispered looking down, but as he did Draco opened the door and crawled onto the bed.
"Sorry." Draco rubbed the back of his neck. "I haven't been totally honest with you and I want to tell you everything."
"What do you mean?" Harry sat up and leaned closer to the blonde.
"Well I want to tell you about me about everything." Draco looked into the green eyed boy and hooked him in.
"Okay."
"Well the first time was when I was ten, that's when I got involved with the gang. Almost ten years ago."
FLASHBACK:
"Draco!" Victoria screamed grabbing onto his wrist. "Don't run away like that."
Draco looked up at her and had a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean? I don't want to be part of this."
"Why not? It's fun, like cops and robbers." Victoria handed him a bee-bee gun.
"No it's not." Draco sighed and held his sister's hand. "I want to go to school like everyone else."
"School is for wimps. You'll go for awhile but when it's time you'll be able to do whatever you want."
"I wanted to go to school and be like everyone else, I wanted to be good and go to college and be like you. I didn't want to be a fuck up like you think." He smiled at Harry and continued.
"When I was maybe fourteen I got involved seriously with the gang, I wanted to be apart of everything. They all thought of me as alright but I was never accepted. I just wanted to be accepted and I thought this was the only way."
"Draco this time we are actually going to do something." Fred, my older brother smiled deviously handing me a small gun.
"Why do I have to use this?" I studied it and looked at the gas station behind a large house.
"What do you think dumby?" Fred eyed me and pushed me towards the convenient store.
The whole situation made me feel horrible I didn't want to hurt anyone or do anything. I had always been placed in the back not being able to do anything like this. Before was only practice but this time I was actually doing something.
"Go in there and get us some beer Travis will be in there soon." The boy smiled and motioned me to go further.
So I put the gun in my front pocket of my hoody .I walked into the store suspiciously and walked down to the freezer containing all the alcohol. The guy was obviously suspicious but ignored me until the camera tattled on me.
The man ran to the back of the store and grabbed the beer I was holding, I tried to reach for the gun, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to my conscious wouldn't let me do anything like that. But as I felt the cold metal of the gun, I was about to pull it out when Travis came. He was holding a bigger gun than me and the cashier stopped dead in his tracks.
I never forgot that look on his face, the look of complete fear and a look that said this might be my last moments. It was liked he was praying for everything, his family friends and even me and Travis.
I struggled to get the beer out of the man's hands but he still held it tight, making Travis mad. I didn't want this poor dude to get shot but I can't prevent anything can I? The moment I heard the gun go off I wanted to scream at everyone. I thought it was my fault, but he had to hide the evidence and for what, for some beer? It was ten dollars for this pack of it. Was it worth a life? I never thought so.
END FLASHBACK:
"Our gang was chased forever for that murder but they never caught us obviously. I hate myself for that, I regret everything and when I think about it, I could've run away and hid and pretend I didn't know what to do. But I didn't, just like this." He looked at his hands, they weren't covered in blood anymore but Harry knew what he meant.
"I'm sorry, but you're right. But you need to stop regretting everything. Really. It's annoying." Harry looked out the window of the room, the curtains were half closed the sky was getting darker.
"I don't regret everything." He muttered climbing under the blankets and getting closer to Harry. "I mean I don't regret…" He coughed a bit; he wasn't the lovey dovey type. He really hadn't even admitted his feelings for the boy he did love.
"This might be my last night Harry, they'll find us because of Sam."
"Sam has nothing to do with this."
"Whatever, all I'm saying is that we should make the best of it." Draco looked at Harry in the corner of his eyes wondering if Harry knew what he meant.
Of course Harry knew what he was talking about. The solid moment stood there for a few seconds until Harry leaned in to kiss his cheek but it turned into a kiss on the lips. His lips were dry, yet oddly moist. They steam still seemed to echo off of the blonde's body.
"I didn't say it to you." Draco muttered getting caught up in the kiss.
"Say what?" Harry rolled over and let Draco climb on top of him. "You've said enough apologizes and complaining. I don't think there's more."
Draco nodded and forgot about it, he didn't need to say it, but he wanted to, sometime before he really had to go.
Author's Note: Yes, No maybe so? I hope you liked it. Review Review!