…STORY FOUR
AUCTION
"…do I have any takers? No? Onto the next item…"
The annual auction in Diagon Alley was known for having the best items of the highest quality,
all the richest wizards and witches gathered for the event.
The auction was silent so far besides the auctioneer's monotone voice rapidly going through the first items.
Lucius and Draco Malfoy sat near the back to avoid contact with the 'lowlife' others.
"This is stupid, father, can I go??"
"No."
"But I'll bet that Potter or Weasley or even that mudblood is outside…"
Lucius didn't speak, only looked ahead, emotionless.
Taking that as a yes, Draco stood to leave, but he was quickly struck by the silver snake on the end of Lucius' staff.
"I said no. sit and enjoy the auction."
"Whatever." Draco snarled, sitting sourly.
"Seriously son, grow up. Why don't you buy something?"
"Fine. The next thing they auction, I'll buy!"
"…I now hold the very boxers of the Chosen One! Harry Potter!"
"Aw hell…"
Draco looked at his father with the 'please-don't-make-me' face but Lucius just raised his eyebrow in waiting.
Draco sighed, sitting up, "I'll buy 'em... 60000!"
"SOLD!" the auctioneer shouted, pointing his gavel at Draco with a solemn smirk, "to sexy blonde gay boy in back!"
"HEY! I take offense to that!"
"My apologies," the man smirked, "in consolidation, you'll also get my number,"
"WHAT??"
"That is if you're not too caught up in Harry Potter and have time for other men."
"SHUT UP!"
"Malfoy, be polite and except."
"WWWHAT?? B-but… father!"
"Humn? Oh, I already knew you were gay for Potter, everyone does. Really, son, you're quite obvious."
"What…! I don't! I never! I…!"
"HEY!"
Every chair in the auction hall squeaked as the people turned to see Harry Potter standing defensively in the doorway.
"Who the hell gave you the permission to sell my old boxers??"
"M-Mr. Potter!"
"Now tell me," Harry said, walking down the isle and stopping at the podium, "did you sell them?"
"y-yes!" the auctioneer whimpered, fiddling with his earring anxiously.
"Really?" Harry asked, shocked, losing his bad-ass demeanor. "For how much?"
"S-sixty-thousand, sir!"
"What?! Really?"
"Yes sir!"
"Wait…who bought them?"
"Do you want them back, Mr. Potter?"
"God no, I threw them away for a reason. I just can't believe you creeps went through my garbage to sell it…and for that much! So who bought them?"
"Um…" the thin man wriggled uncomfortably for a minute, then looked back at Malfoy and asked,
"Sir, did you wish to stay anonymous?"
"OF COURSE I DID!"
Everyone turned to stare at Draco. Harry's mouth dropped.
"oh." the auctioneer whispered, turning back to Harry, "sorry sir, we can't reveal his identity."
"IDIOT!!!"
"Malfoy?? You bought my old boxers??"
"NO!"
"Yes you did, son. Admit it. This is your big chance. Reel him in and when you're through with him, I'll hand him over to you-know-who. Everyone's happy."
"NOT ME!"
"First off," Harry said, walking towards the Malfoy's, "I'm not getting handed over by anyone to anyone. Second,
What do you mean, 'when you're through with him'?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"You mean you don't know, Potter? About my son?"
"Depends on what you're referring to…"
"SHUT UP, DAD!"
"Well it has to do with you."
"Me? The fact that he hates me? Yeah, I know. I just didn't know he was that obsessed…sick, really."
"I HATE YOU BOTH!"
"Sssh son! Are you really that dense Potter?"
"What do you mean? Get to the point."
"HE HAS NO POINT! THERE IS NO POINT!"
"Really-really, Potter? You want to know?"
"Tell me already!"
"YOU TELL HIM NOTHING, DAMMIT!"
"Oh," Lucius turned to his flailing son, "then you admit, Draco?"
"Seriously what's going on?" Harry asked.
"I ADMIT NOTHING!"
"Ah," Lucius smirked, "Then you really do…"
"Do what?? Seriously, someone fill me in!"
"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON, FATHER?!"
"There are no sides, Draco, you're just hysterical."
"Will one of you Malfoy's please…?"
"HYSTARICAL?? HYSTARICAL??!! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT WHEN MY OWN FATHER IS OUTING ME ON OUR ENEMY…! Shit."
"Outing?" Harry asked, "What do you mean outing? Do you mean…"
Harry laughed. He laughed so hard he couldn't even finish his sentence.
Lucius sat back down, no longer involving himself with the situation.
Draco froze, blushing with his mouth gaping.
The audience intently waited for the next move, as if watching a film.
"Oh…oh my god! Malfoy's gay for me?! M-Malfoy, seriously? Since when?"
"S-shut up…"
"Malfoy, seriously, when did this start?" Harry choked for a minute on his own laughter, breathing hard.
"It…it…I…"
"Oh my god, this is so…so…so something that would happen to me. This kind of stuff always happens to me…"
"…Is it a problem?"
Harry looked back at Malfoy, surprised at the tone in his voice.
Draco had his head hung, shoulders hunched, fists clenched.
He was even shivering as if… as if he were about to…
"I asked if it was a problem, Potter."
Draco shot the angriest, most offended face at Harry, his face burning red, hair disheveled from his tantrum, and his eyes, surprisingly, watering with tears.
Harry didn't know what to do. He just stood there, at a loss for words.
"Whatever!" Draco spat as he ran towards the doors.
"Ah, wait!"
Waking from his daze, Harry chased down Draco, quickly catching up to him before he could leave.
Wrapping his arms around Draco from behind in a lock hold, Harry struggled to keep him in control.
"Let me go! Let me go, asshole!"
"Stop struggling Malfoy! Ugh, my tibia, you kicked my tibia!"
Knowing he wouldn't keep a hold of Malfoy for long the way he was,
Harry whisked Draco around and grabbed his arms from the front,
trying to look him eye-to-eye.
"Draco, cut it out!"
"Don't call me by my name, ugly!"
"Yeah, real mature."
"Shut it!"
"Draco!"
"Eh…leggo…"
Draco knew he couldn't escape anymore. All he could do was look away from his eyes.
His hands were so warm and gentle though…
"Draco… I never said it was a problem."
"I said let g…!…what?"
"I never said it was a problem."
"…!"
Harry pulled him closer and placed Draco's pale arms around his shoulders, then wrapped his own around Draco's waist.
Rooted to the spot, Draco was unsure of everything, but wanting it all.
"Really?"
"Really-really."
With that, Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's flushed lips, hugging him closer.
They paused for a second; eye's hazed, breath hot, savoring each other's flavor.
"H-Harry…"
Urgently, their lips joined once more, kissing deeper than before, like the ebb and flow of the waves on the beach…
And their audience sighed in the romantic drift.
"Ah!" Draco gasped as he pulled away from Harry's embrace, looking at all the smiling, smirking faces awing back at them.
"I forgot about them…" Harry whispered, grasping Draco's hand.
Draco blushed even deeper.
"Oh god!" the auctioneer sighed wistfully, "That was so cute! I need somebody!"
"Come now, Draco," Lucius droned, "That wasn't so bad was it? It only took you, what, six, seven years?"
"Come on, Draco, let's crash this joint." Harry laughed.
"Whatever hotshot." Draco smiled back, walking to the doors with him.
"WAIT!"
The auctioneer chased them down, waving his arms madly.
"Malfoy, sir, you almost forgot the boxers you bid on!"
"No thanks!" Draco winked, starting to get comfortable with the situation at hand, "I'll have a free pair tonight."
…STORY FOUR END