Early the next morning Harry woke up, bleary eyed and looked around the room, Draco laying in the chair with his hair sprawled across the dark leather cushions, lips slightly parted. Harry smiled and slid off the pool table and he paused for a second to negotiate how to get into the chair, but Draco awoke and shifted to give him room.
In only a second he was curled there with his arms wrapped securely around Draco, sound asleep again.
Two hours later Harry awoke to see Dutch straddling Blaise on the futon, snogging him senseless. Surprised, he awoke Draco and indicated to them. Draco smirked and whispered to him. "Blaise has always had a talent for moving fast."
Harry laughed and turned away from the new found lovers and rested his head to Draco's.
"Not that we aren't moving fast as well," Harry muttered into Draco's skin.
It was Draco's turn to laugh, the vibrations sending a fun shiver down Harry's spine. "True."
"What the bloody hell?" Jack was awake, standing up and looking, shocked at the two on his futon.
"Oh, good morning, Jack darling," Blaise looked at him through the limbs of the boy on top of him.
"Y-wh-y-you're on my couch!" Jack stammered, his eye twitching.
"Not a problem is it?"
"Now I'll have to burn it," Jack whined, "aww, I liked that thing."
"You're not against boys are you?" Blaise pulled Dutch down to him.
"No, but I am against people having sex on my couch. Especially you Dutch, gawd, jerk," Jack somehow got a pillow and hurled it at the skater.
Ron was leaning on his elbows on the mattress, laughing as Dutch took up the pillow and threw it back. Blaise propped himself up in a similar way, crossing his legs in a slightly feminine way and looking expectantly at Dutch as he and Jack continued battling each other.
"Excuse me," Harry noted Draco had removed himself from the lounge chair.
"Yes?" Jack turned his attention and was nailed in the side of the head.
"Who wants breakfast?" Draco asked.
"Me," everyone answered the affirmative.
"Let's walk to the café," Dutch offered, looking excited, "best scones this side of anything."
Draco nodded his approval and turned to pick up his boots. Harry and the rest saw how dark the bruise on his jaw now was.
"Wow, you really got punched," Ron said, looking at it.
"Wha-oh," Draco realized they were staring. "So it goes."
"Yeah, Drake's a hippie in that sense." Blaise said.
"What sense?"
"He just lets shite go, "so it goes, so life goes on," he always says that. Such a hippie, "live and let be" if you will," Blaise said, adopting a mutative stance.
"Die in a hole you bitch," Draco flung the pillow from the lounger near him at the Italian.
"Hey!"
"What?" Draco looked as though he'd never done a thing wrong in his life.
"Ugh," Blaise threw up his hands and climbed off the futon.
"Saddle up, cowboys, we got a-breakfast a-waitin'" Dutch clapped his hands as though herding them.
They grumbled up the steps, into the light and out of the house. They walked slowly down the sidewalk, cracked pavement beneath them, heading to the café Dutch intended. Ahead of them they saw a group of boys in polo shirts and khaki shorts standing around smoking light cigarettes and calling each other gay to try and assert their own masculinity.
"Yeah, I saw a fag the other day, hanging on his boyfriend like a little bitch," one said, attempting a sneer as he spoke. Draco and Blaise and Dutch and Harry and even Jack and Ron adopted a defensive outlook immediately.
"Oh look, a whole pack of 'em," the ugly one nodded to the group.
Harry somehow looked behind them and saw Dudley, Peers (yeah, I got it right this time, thanx for catching it everyone), Malcolm and the other boys. He groaned to himself and tried to think of a plan. Knowing his Slytherin colleagues they would wing it and come out better than any plan of Harry's would have allowed.
"A whole pack of what?" Draco asked, slightly diva-ish with a proper glare pointed at them.
"Ehm," the boys were silent. They must have expected passive disdain from the group.
"Well?" Draco crossed his arms.
"Drake, come on, no more fights, remember?" Harry reminded him.
"Dammit," Draco admitted he'd said this, just before he'd kissed the raven haired savior. That was something he seriously wanted to do again.
"Look, Anita is working today, you guys will love her, she's in our year," Dutch said, he grabbed Blaise's wrist and they rushed past the group into the café. Draco and Harry brought up the rear (teehee).
"You know," Draco decided to express his want, "last time I said I wouldn't fight I ended up kissing you."
"That's right," Harry remembered, he had an arm slung around the blonde's shoulders.
"I-"
Draco was cut off, since Harry, rather out of character, spun him around using the arm he had around Draco and pressed their lips roughly together. Malfoy's eyes shot open but slid closed.
He parted his lips and let his tongue brush over Harry's lips, he felt the softness of them and craved more of it. Harry's lips parted to emit a moan and Draco took his change, sliding in, their tongues slid over each other slowly. Draco's arms were between the, fingers on Harry's cheeks and slowly they slid up into the black hair. He tousled it and loved the feeling. Harry, being an inch or two taller had his arm around Draco's shoulders and held them together, pressing closer by putting a hand on the Slytherin Prince's hips to draw him in further.
"Woah," Ron covered his eyes as he'd glanced back to find Harry.
"When did that shite happen?" Blaise dropped his jaw.
"Know a guy for six years, he doesn't even mention he likes blokes more than girls, bloody ridiculous," Ron complained jokingly.
The two parted slightly, breathless and Harry processed their words.
"Sorry Ron, honestly, I do like girls normally, I-I don't really know why I like Malfoy though." Harry said, it was true too.
"Ah," Blaise said knowingly, "he's Draco-sexual."
"What is that?"
"It's a condition people have where they're normally attracted to females but end up liking or loving the blonde god," Blaise explained. "Thus we have Draco-sexual."
The other boys "oh" 'd and then the group entered the café fully. Draco with and arm around Harry's hips, Harry keeping a possessive arm around Draco's shoulders. The pretty, blonde boy was smirking, a good place to start the year of chaos: with a proper, evil-fighting boyfriend. Who would hopefully stick around longer than that bastard who'd abandoned him in Aruba a year ago.
"Hey love," Dutch greeted their waitress and sounded off a practiced order. Soon they were eating.
"I think that, with the right stuff, Harry, you could be really good looking," Blaise said, accentuating his point with his fork.
"I think he'd cute," Draco said, a little defensively.
"Thanks Malfoy," Harry nudged him a little from where they sat side by side, "what sort of stuff?"
"A trim, some better clothes, maybe some eyeliner," Blaise said, shrugging it off.
"What about the glasses?" Jack asked, cocking his head to stare at Harry. Everyone was and it made him very uncomfortable.
"I think they're endearing," Blaise said, "cute even."
There was a nod.
"I mean, we all have things that make us human, Potter has his glasses. I have a bald spot from a scar in my eyebrow. Draco has a birthmark on his shoulder in the shape of a banana," Blaise said these as if they were nothing, "You have an eyebrow piercing and one of your nostrils is bigger than the other," Blaise addressed Dutch. "Though to be honest one of my ears is higher than the other and my left foot is bigger," he added tugging on one earlobe.
"Yeah, I suppose we all have things that humanize us," Draco admitted, his birthmark wasn't all that much like a banana, Blaise normally insisted it was an erect penis but in public it was a banana.
"I want…a cinnamon roll," Jack proclaimed, smacking his hand to the table.
"I want," Blaise smacked his hand to the table too, "you to stop doing that."
There was a laugh.
"What do you think we'll do?" Ron asked, he was looking at the courses offered at Stonewall.
"Basics of course," Harry said. He put a dot next to English, math, science, history, and foreign language.
"They offer German Blaise, you could re-learn," Draco pointed out, he was lying on his stomach between Blaise and Harry, his chin propped up on one hand.
They were lying on the floor of the lounge, looking at the catalog.
"Yeah, what will you take Drake?"
"I think maybe Latin, just to keep it in practice," Draco said, pointing at the course.
"What about electives?"
"Theater, definitely," Blaise said.
"I'd like a music course," Harry said, jotting down the different ideas.
"Why don't we take electives on our own? They are electives after all, it might be good for us to have a class or two alone," Draco said, he personally wanted an art class and a free period.
"Yeah, I guess that'll be okay," Harry allowed. He had learnt to trust the two Slytherins, they were smart.
"I might take photography," Ron pointed to it. He'd found the old camera the Durselys kept around and a few rolls of film, he'd been snapping shots since.
"Sports?" Harry asked.
"Draco and I, well mostly I play polo, it says they have a team," Blaise said.
"You heard about what happened with the European Chief of Wizard-Muggle Activity Interaction, I can't play polo to save my life," Draco said, brushing off the idea.
"Maybe this is another more individual thing," Ron said, he wanted to try football (European football people), Dean and Seamus talked about it enough, may as well see what the fuss is about.
"I was thinking of going for that too," Harry said.
"Cool, we can play together, just like Quidditch," Ron said, grinning eagerly.
"Malfoy?" Harry turned to him.
"I'm not really supposed to play sports," Draco said, pretending to see something of interest under his middle finger nail.
"What do you mean?"
"It's not really good for me, you see," Draco answered vaguely.
"Explain yourself Malfoy."
"Quidditch and occasional polo match are fine. But normally competitive team sports are bad for me, temper and all," he said.
Neither Gryffindor believed it, but asked no further questions.
"Do we want to join clubs?"
"There is a fashion club, right?" Blaise asked.
"Yeah, it's in the club charter," Harry pulled another magazine looking book out of the pile Snape had dropped off earlier that Wednesday morning. It was two weeks since they'd started drivers ed. The first drive the day before had been an incredible thing.
:The day before:
"Okay Mr. Malfoy, let's begin," Mr. Erikson smiled from the passenger seat. Harry and Blaise and Ron were smooshed in the back, awaiting their turns.
"Where to?" Draco asked, rolling skillfully out of the parking lot in front of the building the school was in.
"Just out to the main streets then we'll turn around and Mr. Zabini can drive."
"That won't take a half hour," Draco said, looking at the clock in the dashboard as he switched into drive.
"It ought to, the main roads are aaaa!" his words became screams as the car screamed forward, Draco had a hand on the stick shift and one of the wheel.
In the back Harry was sure Ron had screamed, on his other side Blaise was grinning like a maniac and holding onto the side of the door.
"AAA!" Mr. Erikson screamed again as they rounded a corner at around 70 kilometers per hour. (that's a little under 60mph I think)
Harry almost screamed too, Draco had just upshifted.
They reached the main streets in a second, flying through a round about and towards the speed way. Draco took them down the on ramp and they hit 150 as he wove dangerously through traffic. Blaise let out a whoop as they did a move from the Fast and the Furious where they took the low riding car and a big trailer truck. Draco went faster even and then exited the speed way. Mr. Erikson let out a scream as they nearly hit another car. It was narrowly avoided by their driver.
Another bone rattling minute later they came to a smooth stop along side a residential street. Mr. Erikson flung himself from the car and began to breathe deeply, nearly curling into the fetal position on the sidewalk.
"So, how'd I do?" Draco peered at him, looking for the marks on the clipboard he was carrying.
:Back into the jet stream of occurrences:
"I think you'd like the comic book club, it's all about heros just like you," Draco said, putting his finger on the name and description.
"Shut up," he got an elbow in the ribs for that.
"You know it's true, you'd love to be there," Draco insisted.
"Hey, look, a music club," Ron indicated to it.
"Do you have a passion for music? Punk, rap, techno, rock, classical, swing, jazz, blues. All interests are welcome in this Diverse Music Club. We accept all forms of music and encourage members to bring in CD's to share with everyone. We also encourage members to exchange or burn CD's for their fellows who take an interest. Just here to help make things Diverse. They sound cool," Draco read the description aloud.
"Oo, Drake, here's something we could all do Magick: Myth or Reality," Blaise said, he pointed to it.
"We've all heard of magick and those who control it, witches and wizards. This club was created to educate young kids about magick and the witches and wizards in the world. All sorts of people are welcome here, from the skeptic (you'll soon be converted) to the true believers. Get in touch with the hidden world of Magick!" Draco read, he laughed.
"I think we should go to a meeting just to see what it is like," Blaise said, "it'd be great for a report for Muggle Studies class," Blaise said.
"You're no better than Hermione," Ron accused.
"He is work minded," Draco confirmed.
"Who?" Harry was voicing a mental question he had about a name he'd just seen. It was a club title.
"Brighton Tree Fan Club," he explained by pointing at the club.
"Do you adore that football god of Stonewall high Brighton Tree? Gods, he's named after a fucking gymnosperm and he has a fanclub?"
"Keep reading Malfoy."
"At this club we write the Brighton Update for the bi-weekly school paper. In the article we talk about what has been happening with our favorite forward. Is he still dating that horrible girl? Find out by joining this club. Or reading the paper!" Draco said with false delight. "Oh, I just have to go join right now! Please Harry, let me be a screaming fan girl for him! Please please please!"
Draco earned a smack on the forehead from Blaise.
"To class!" Ron announced and they picked themselves up to go to another eventful driver's ed class.
AN:
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