North Star of the World
Chapter 6
Dressed and ready for the day, Draco walked out of his room and into the kitchen to see his Uncle Camden sitting at the kitchen table, a drink in one hand, and a fork in the other. Though he'd told Draco's family his intentions had only been to visit for a day, four days later, he still remained.
"Oi, Draco! You're finally up, you lazy bloke," he called out, raucously.
"It was only a few minutes ago that you woke up, yourself, Camden," Narcissa defended her son, trying to hold back the full venom from her voice. She did not take well to others trying to insult her son, especially if this person was so blatantly using her home to live off of, too lazy to get a job and support himself.
"That don't matter. He shouldn't be waking up any later than me at all. He's a grown boy, already. Isn't that right, Draco?" Draco simply gave a small, reluctant smile, taking a seat at the table as his mother placed a bowl of porridge before him.
"You know, I can't believe how many days off your job is giving you," Lucius Malfoy cut in, glaring at his brother.
"Oh, yeah. A mighty fine bloke, my boss."
"I'm sure," Narcissa sneered.
"Yes, ma'am. 'told me to take off as much time as I need. I'm one of his best workers, you know. I'm in tip-top shape and I work well, attractin' the lady customers." Camden gave what he thought to be a seductive look while grabbing lightly at his crotch.
Lucius had to quickly cut in before Narcissa said something most improper. "Perhaps, then, you should come in to work with me and practice some of those fine qualities, Camden. After all, you don't want to return to your job out of tune."
Immediately, the man grew a stutter before quickly laughing. "Oh, no, no. I'd love to help you, really, but I feel a bit of a nasty cold coming over me." And he coughed to further emphasize his point. "Truly, I'd love to express my gratitude and help out, Lucius, my brother, but I wouldn't do you any help if I got your customers sick, now would I?" He laughed once again, while the other Malfoy's all rolled their eyes in agitation.
"So, Draco," Camdenbegan, seeking to redirect the angry attention currently aimed at him. "When are yeh going to introduce me to your girlfriend, eh?"
Draco quickly hid his blush behind his cup, drinking down the milk in large gulps. Camden was having none of this, however, and gruffly snatched away the cup, spilling milk down Draco's chin and shirt. Narcissa let out half-surprised, half-angry gasp and quickly reached over to dab a towel at her son's damp front. "It's alright," he quietly muttered, embarrassed, as he took the towel from his mother's hands and began to wipe the milk, himself.
Camden, laughing once again, said, "Don't try ter get yourself out of this. Come on. I want to meet the girl."
Draco simply shrugged, ducking his head and, angry at her son's discomfort, Narcissa gave a reply for him. "He hasn't got one. He's much too busy with more important things, like helping us support the family by working with his father."
"Yes, well… still. It's not right. A boy his age not having a girlfriend. What kind of a man does he hope to be?"
"A hard-working man, which is more than I can say for some people." In her anger, she'd actually gotten closer to her (to her dismay) brother-in-law and sat up taller as if challenging him to dare say another thing against her son.
"Well! I have quite a busy day ahead of me, so 'best be going. Come along, Draco." Narcissa kept a steady glare aimed at Camden as Lucius leaned over to give her a quick kiss before standing and heading out to work. Draco gave a curt nod good-bye to his uncle and kissed his mother before following his after.
When they'd both stepped outside, he was acknowledged with a comforting clap on his back, but it didn't distill the torrent of shame that assailed him as his uncle's words played over in his mind.
DHDHDH
"Come here," the red-bearded king commanded.
Not prepared to be deterred from his performance, Harry shot a questioning look in the direction of his master. A small nod was all the reply he needed.
Silently, for part of the beauty of his act was his surreal demeanor, which separated him from the rest of the world (though the fantasy was already being torn away by this interruption), he stepped forward, close enough that the king could reach over and touch him if he so desired, before taking a small bow.
"Such a beautiful youth, you are." He slowly ran his thumb along Harry's jaw. Harry, even more uncertain than before, remained completely still, aiming his gaze at the king's chest. He could not remember whether or not it was a sign of disrespect to look a noble (especially the king) in the eyes in this estate.
"And your eyes… Look at me." Apparently not. He quickly did as he was told. The king may not have treated him as roughly as all the townspeople had rumored he would, but perhaps that was because Harry had yet to anger the king as so many others must have. He did not want to change that just now.
"You know, it's not very often that someone so strongly captures my interest." The king laid his hand against Harry's left cheek, leaving his thumb to lightly rub the skin just underneath Harry's eye.
Still, Harry did not move.
"And yet you, in just a matter of days, have so tightly entangled me in your web that I can hardly bear to part with you."
The king suddenly pulled his hand away quite abruptly and it took all Harry's willpower not to flinch away from the inevitable blow he saw coming. Perhaps there truly was no knowing when one was in a situation to insult the burly king. But instead, to Harry's great relief, the king merely snapped his fingers.
"Eaton!" The boy who had introduced Harry the first time he'd arrived and all the many times since, rushed over to the king, holding a beautifully made, wooden case atop a velvet, red pillow.
"Well, open it, you fool!" the king barked after a few moments of silence in which Eaton had stood, fidgeting, at a loss of what to do. At the king's order, however, he hurried to do as he was told, nearly dropping the case in his nervous state, earning a murderous glare from the king.
But the king's glare did not concern Harry, for he was far too absorbed in the object lying beautifully atop the silk pillowing within the case.
"Ah, you like it. As I knew you would." The king picked it up, unclasped it, and – at Harry's hesitance – announced, "yes, this is for you."
Harry could hardly believe it, but was forced to as the king leaned forward, clasping the object around Harry's neck. He lingered for a moment, rubbing his nose against the delicate skin along Harry's neck, and breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. He whispered into Harry's ear "a beautiful collar for such a beautiful pet."
And sure enough, he was right, though Harry didn't think of it was collar, per say. More like a… tightly fitted necklace. The king's mouth still near Harry's ear as he now breathed in the smell of the youth's dark locks, Harry reached up to feel the large – Too large. Did jewels that big even exist? – emerald resting heavily against the hollow at the base of his neck.
His master – a calculating look glinting in his blue eyes - watched in silence, hidden away by the shadows.
The collar – no, necklace – was beautifully designed – vines of silver artfully twisted around each other, around Harry's neck, until they more thickly came together in a carefully woven nest, cradling the awe-inducing stone.
The gift was completely uncalled for and Harry now found himself at more of a loss of what to do than he'd been all day. Did he thank the king? Did he bow again? Did he silently slip away and run for his life before the king decided to call him a thief and have him killed?
But he was saved by the king's next command. Rubbing his left cheek against Harry's own, right cheek, as he slowly pulled away, he ordered, "Now perform for me once again in your new collar, my pet." You mean, necklace, Harry corrected in his mind, but he did as he was told, stepping back and following the pace set by his master.
DHDHDH
Draco pounced on Harry as he locked his lips onto the other boys, immediately biting at Harry's bottom lip. He vaguely heard the merchant mumble something to him, but hastily ignored it, thrusting his tongue through Harry's parted lips.
Since their first session, the boys had managed to meet several more times, improving on Draco's technique… along with his passion.
Grabbing at his black locks, he shoved the slimmer boy onto the ground, eliciting a sharp gasp, which he quickly muffled with his own gasping mouth. He roughly tangled his tongue with the other boy's and then sucked on Harry's bottom lip, stretching it a bit as he pulled back, the brunette's lip still trapped between Draco's teeth.
It had taken a couple of tries, but soon enough, Draco had adapted enough that he now had no problem with initiating their sessions.
He let the lip free, only to dive back into the kiss and run a salacious hand down the length of Harry's thin torso, eradicating a deep moan from the boy. Encouraged, he pressed their chests even closer together and began rubbing their bodies together, grinding forward.
A yelp was Draco's only warning before he was abruptly pushed off by the brunette beneath him, who quickly slid away and pulled his knees to his chest before gasping out, "Holy fucking shit, Draco!" His eyes did not meet Draco's for several long moments as he tried to steady his breath.
The blonde looked down in completely humiliation, thinking he had gone too far for even Harry until he heard the jovial laughter that erupted beside him.
"I was ok?" He immediately jumped to ask, seeing that Harry was fine.
"Well, I tried to tell you at the beginning not to go for my bottom lip, but other than that," and here he had to stop to laugh, "That was bloody, well… you can see why I had to pull away." Harry jerked his head down slightly, looking in the direction of his tightly tucked legs.
"Oh…" Draco slowly let out, realization hitting and, just to be on the safe side, he rushed to raise his own knees to his chest, not trusting that he, himself, had been left entirely unaroused.
"So, why wasn't I supposed to kiss your bottom lip?" he asked, after letting Harry laugh at his actions.
"Well, we're practicing with you being the guy this time, and personally, I think the guy should take the top lip to er… establish his er… authority of navigation in the kiss." At Draco's questioning look, he smiled. "Basically, guy equals kiss top lip."
Though Draco felt more comfortable kissing the bottom lip, he simply nodded. Harry was the one with the experience, after all, and he wanted to learn the art of kissing as well as he possibly could.
"So, if I keep that in mind, do you think I'm ready to go out and do it for real, then?"
"Yeah, I think so." Harry said, biting his lip and grinning widely.
"Good. Then I want to do it. Tonight."
Harry slapped his hand to his chest and began heaving heavily, eyes going wide. Draco simply rolled his eyes. "What is this I hear? Surely, I must be dying! 'Gone to heaven and met a Draco eager for excitement!"
"Oh, ha ha. Very funny."
"So, my precious little pupil, why the sudden enthusiasm?"
"No reason. I'm just ready."
"Oh, please! I'm a merchant, for God's sake! I was raised to spot lies before the person even thought it! You are not getting away that easily, my daisy of a friend."
Draco glared at the last bit.
"Come on, then! Tell me! Is Amelia falling for another?"
"No!" Draco scowled defensively.
"Has she suddenly hit puberty and become so much prettier you think another guy will steal her away?"
"No."
"Is she-"
"No! No, it has nothing to do with her! It's… it's me."
"You? Well, now, this is starting to sound like something of a cliché romance drama, isn't it?"
"Well, it's my uncle, Camden, and what he thinks of me."
"And just what exactly does your uncle, Camden, think of you?"
"He thinks… well, he thinks I'm not a man because I don't have a girlfriend; because I don't ever date." His brows were furrowed in angry frustration.
"Well, that's not very fair," Harry said, a small frown on his face.
"Why not?" Draco glared. "You think the same thing."
"Draco," Harry said, crawling closer and putting a hand over one of Draco's own, thin hands, laying over his knees. "I was joking, before. Who cares if you've ever dated a girl or not? I mean," he said, putting on a smile and jabbing the blonde playfully with his elbow, "who wants to be some stuck-up serial-dater, anyway?"
"You."
"Well, that's because… because I get bored! But if not, I'd never step foot in a bar! I wouldn't even step toe in a bar!"
"That's not funny." Draco said, still in a sour mood.
"Oh, stop being such a lemon! Of course it's funny."
"A lemon?"
"Yes, sour, like a lemon." Harry said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You need to stop being such a lemon, and your uncle needs to pull out the twenty billion lemons he's got lodged up his fat arse! Or possibly skinny arse… I haven't actually seen the man yet, so I can't really say."
Draco tried, he really did, but he couldn't help the laugh that broke free from his mouth. "Alright, alright. Whatever. But seriously. I want to try it. Tonight."
"You got it."
AN: Next chapter, Draco goes a-huntin' in the bar!
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