I'm sorry for the long wait! first there was my month long break, then ff had it's own problems...
enjoy!
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The beginning is always sudden
On the street corner, I loved you
You were just...smiling
Looking at me mysteriously
-Gackt
"Is this it?"
"Uh huh." Harry nodded.
Draco had slung his arms over Harry's shoulders as they walked. It might have been a little uncomfortable for most to walk so closely in the humid night, but the warmth of late summer hardly affected either of them.
(flashback)
They had taken the ferry ride from the Malfoy's castle in northern France to England, then a limo to the town of Hastings, south of London. Harry was sure they had left the driver traumatised.
He hadn't been able to keep his hands off of Draco, no matter how hard he tried. And he had tried to do the decent thing, for modesties sake, but it hadn't last long. Before he knew it, one of his hands had wound its way into the tight jeans that he been able to get Draco to agree to wear. (No need to scare his parents by showing up with a boy in skin-tight leather.)
Soon after Draco's hand had done the same only completely disrobing Harry. The flustered driver had tried to not watch in the rear-view as Draco shed Harry of all clothes before sinking to his knees on limo's floor. He had gently nipped at Harry's shaft at first, teasing him for several minutes, before swallowing him completely.
Harry's loud groan that had followed had nearly made the man drive of the road. He had reached to close the window separating him from the back of the car... before he remembered there wasn't one. He tried to keep himself from shuddering when he heard a piercing shriek from the back. He knew that there was no way none of the cars around him couldn't have heard that.
Draco felt momentarily sated as he laid his head his head on Harry's lap. After a few moments of rest Harry had returned to what he had started; he completely removed Draco's jeans then replaced his hand around Draco gently gripping him, rubbing him till he came.
"Just as good as your blood," Draco murmured as he lay there, licking the last bit from his lips. He fell asleep soon after, Harry watching him the whole time.
The driver hated explaining to his boss why he had to take the limo to the cleaners before bringing it back.
(end flashback)
Draco felt it, as Harry seemed to hesitate at the doorstop. "We can wait longer, Arris," he said rubbing at Harry's arms.
"No. I can do this. I mean, they are my parents." But his face still showed his worry. /I can do this/ he add for emphasis.
Harry took out his keys; they had been among the belongings that Lucius had brought to the castle. Sweating, he slowly raised them to the lock and turned the knob. The door opened. Harry took a hesitant step into the quiet house, Draco's hand still on his shoulder.
He found them all, friends and parents, waiting in the living room. Staring at him.
"Hi mum, hi dad, Hermione, Ron. I'd like you to meet my... friend Draco." As he finished his mother ran up to him, clutching him tightly to her chest.
"You're never going back to my sisters. I don't know what they did, but you aren't going back," she cried into his shoulder.
"I'm ok mum," he said softly, holding her back.
She finally pulled back and guided him to sit in between her and James, eyeing Draco along the way. Harry was embraced by his father as soon as he sat down. His friends could only stare in shock.
Draco felt out of place as everyone except Harry stared him down. They took in his hair, which was short spiky and white blond, his tight black jeans and black t-shirt on top. Above all else, the thin black bands around his wrist, the one on his neck, and the silver studs in his ears (AN: yes, I have a mild fascination with pierced guys... and Asian guys.). They were probably wondering what someone like him was doing with Harry, who seemed to be his complete opposite. He felt their glares on him and tried not to glare back; his body took on a defensive stance.
Harry saw this, got up from in between his parents, only to grab Draco's hand, and escorted him to the loveseat.
The room stayed silent.
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"What is going on Harry," James calmly asked his son.
Soon after he had gotten there, Hermione and Ron had left, happy that Harry was back, but more confused then before Harry had arrived.
"I can't tell you," Harry replied, eyes downcast.
"But why?" his mother urged. Harry had yet to say anything about where he had been or explained that... boy who sat beside him. Everything about him spoke of cruelness, from the sneering grin on his face to way he walked. She didn't want Harry anywhere around someone like him.
"I was safe, mum. Draco's parents took care of me."
So, the boy did have parents. /What type of parents could they be?/ she thought to herself, not seeing the look of dislike thrown her way from Draco. "And who is this Draco! You haven't told us how you know him."
"He's just a friend. There's nothing that you have to worry about."
"I assure you Mrs. Potter, there if nothing a person could do to get me hurt your son. I would die first." Little did he know that that just made her worry more about his intentions towards her son.
"We're not going to get anywhere, Lily, until Harry wants to tell us. Now, let's go to bed and see what happens tomorrow; it's been a long day. Draco can stay in the spare." as much as she didn't want to agree, she just nodded, still glaring at Draco, who would have glared back if not for Harry. As it was, he just showed mild distaste. James shook Draco's hand, then hugged Harry. He and his wife retired to upstairs.
Harry let out a breathe of air and sagged against Draco. /Why did I ever think this was a good idea?/
/It'll get better,/ Draco assured him. He started to put his arm around Harry, when he heard the stairs creak. Lily's voice was heard around the corner.
"Are you coming to bed, Harry? Draco?" she asked them.
"Yes mum," he said, dismayed. Separate rooms.
"What is he going to sleep in? Did he bring any clothes?"
"I'll let him borrow something. His parents sent his clothes after us." /And the rest of mine./ "They should get here by tomorrow morning."
"Ok. Good night, then." they heard her steps and they went back up the stairs.
Harry and Draco sat still for several minutes in silence, waiting for the Harry's mother to peak back down the stairs.
"I'm not getting any, tonight." Draco said dismayed, staring at Harry's crotch, while relaxing with his arms stretched out over the back of the chair.
"Sorry, but not in my parents house. They would be to close by." Harry hugged his lover, nipping on the cheek than kissing it.
"So outside it is still fine?" Hopeful.
"Yes, but not tonight. Today has been stressful and I want to sleep."
"Without me." Draco pouted. Suddenly Harry knew where he had gotten the expression from. Draco was rubbing off on him.
"Yes, but not forever." he smiled as Draco got up, hugging him. Harry then led Draco up to the guestroom, as he knew that his mother would check to make sure that he was there.
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