A/N: Alright, so I guess I'm not so great at this updating on time thing. So school's started up again, has been for about three weeks now. Also, my dad's favorite College sports team has started their season, and he always buys season tickets for both of us (gag) so that cuts out a lot of possible writing time, but I promise I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS FIC! You may also note that I've started a new fic: Lost Among You. It's just an idea I've been having for a while and I just needed to get it out. I'll have the next chapter ready soon, but I won't post it until I get you all's approval. (If you've read it already, let me just say I was in an angry mood when I wrote it so I apologize for dropping the 'F' word every other line.
REVIEWS: I won't respond to reviews for the last chapter, although I did greatly appreciate them. One of my very awesome, very cool reviewers gave me a long review which gave me great constructive critisism and great inspiration to write. So thank you all!
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Harry Potter or any of the associated characters or themes, I just own the plot, nothing else that's all.
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Chapter 13
"Unlucky 13"
Draco
"Fuck!"
"Well good morning to you too." Harry murmurs in response, then sits up lazily. "What's wrong?"
I groan and fall into my pillows, covering my face. "It's monday."
"Yeah? And?"
"It's monday, and it's the 13th. That's never a good combination."
"Babe, I think you're thinking of Friday the 13th. Not Monday."
"Oh no Harry, I know what I'm talking about." I said smacking him with the pillow. "Mondays suck."
I get up off the comfortable and warm bed containing Harry and make my way to the bathroom. I groan as my feet pad across the cold floor. At least the floor seems cold to my feet, which have been under nice warm blankets all night long. I rub sleep out of my eyes as I take my toothbrush out of it's holder and prepare to brush my teeth. I look up at myself in the mirror and wince. I look like complete and utter shit. I have bed head, my clothes are all wrinkled, and they kind of stink, and also I haven't brushed my teeth in like a day. All making for a very pissed off smelly me.
"Morning gorgeous." Harry attempts in a fake southern accent.
I roll my eyes as he relieves himself, and I suddenly remember I have to piss too. But I hold it, and start to brush my teeth which are much in need of it. I make particular care to brush in tiny circles across all surfaces. Getting in between the top and bottom, and working the gums at the same time. Teeth care has always been important to me.
"Yu bon't sue ugh beery goot soudern ahent." I mutter through the tooth brush.
"What was that? I couldn't quite make that out." Harry asked.
I spit. "You don't do a very good southern accent."
Harry smacks himself on the forehead, "Don't bash it, unless you've tried it."
"Malfoy's don't do such things." I mutter quietly to myself, thinking he hadn't heard me, I began to brush again.
"Sure darlin'" he replies in that cheesy accent again as he walks out of the room.
I spit out the last of the toothpaste and then run the water, and the sound makes me again remember I still haven't relieved myself. I open the lid of the toilet and am sort of annoyed that Harry didn't flush. Once done, I start walking back out to reprimand him.
"You could flush--"
I am stopped by a pair of arms encircling me, and throwing me on the bed and then being laid ontop of. "--when you're done, you know" I finish.
"Mmm, I would have, but then I wouldn't have been able to get out of there first and suprise you."
I moan as he strings a line of light kisses up and down my jaw, and then proceeds to start sucking on my neck.
"You're too good at that."
" 'ts a gift." he murmurs into me, making me shiver at the heated breath on me.
"How'd you get your teeth clean already?" I ask curiously as I smell his breath on my neck.
"You know dear," he says as he pauses to kiss me some more, "One of the perks of being a wizard," pause, kiss "Is that things that muggles do by hand, we can do by wand."
"Like jacking off?"
"Smart ass"
"Hot ass too." I laugh
"I can see that."
"Yes, you can see it, but you can't touch it." I smirk as he frowns at his failed attempt at access. "Not right now at least."
His smile returns. "I know. It'll be worth it to wait. It's just..."
"What?"
"I was hoping to make this unlucky day," he pauses to lick my neck. "Lucky again."
"Well, I would but..I've got work." I say through a husky voice.
"No you don't."
My eyes snap open. "What are you talking about, yes I do."
"Nope." He smiled, irratatingly. "I'm making you stay with me."
Harry nibbles on my ear to try and distract me. "Harry," I try to reason. "We can't do that. We can't miss work!"
"Why not? I'm the boss remember? Things can go as slow, or as fast as I want them to for the business dealings. Today we can relax."
"But," I stop to moan in half protest/half pleasure. "What will we tell our bosses?"
"Well I don't have that problem...I do have advisors though...we'll just say we were sick. Contracted something from some dinner we had as a business meeting."
"Harry..."
He cuts me off. "You worry too much doll." He says in that southern accent again.
I stop all hopes of protest as he bites and licks at an electric spot just below my ear. I wouldn't protest it, even if I could.
Harry
After our lazy morning/afternoon in bed, I figured we'd go out. So I had Draco finish getting ready for the day and we went out to embrace the world. He was so cute, he kept looking where he was stepping, and ducking behind me everytime we'd cross the street or anything, because today was the 13th.
"Do you do this every 13th day of the month?" I ask while laughing lightly.
"Don't laugh! But no for your information. I only watch out like this on 13th days of the month that land on Monday and Friday."
"Superstitious are we?"
I chuckle as he stick his tongue out at me.
"Where are we going anyway?"
"Well, have I ever told you that my favorite musical of all time is Chicago?"
"Um..No..?" He cutely looks confused. "I'm not much of a musical guy. Don't know many...let's see the last one I've heard of was...Moulin Rouge!"
"I didn't suppose you'd seen it. Never mind that though, today we're going to the theatre."
"To see Chicago?" He said only mildly interested.
"You'll just have to find out."
Shortly thereafter, we arrived at a shabby looking theatre that still was used, but only occasionally. It was and still is one of my favorite theatres in New York. I opened the door for Draco as he stepped through -- I am...if nothing else...a gentlemen.
The scened we walked in on, was just a group of actors and actresses in costumes from the ''Chicago'' era. They were all gathering on stage, and then this eccentric, colorful woman stood up in the back row.
"Excuse me gentlemen. Are you here for the production?"
"Yes ma'am." Draco politely replied, and I sniggered a bit, to which he looked back at me questioningly.
"Then get suited up. We just needed two more guys thank goodness!"
"WHAT?" Draco yelled.
"Excuse me--" The director woman began to say, obviously offended.
"It's fine. We'll be right out." and with that I dragged Draco into the dressing room.
"What's all this about?" Draco asked bewildered.
"Well...instead of seeing the play, I thought we'd be in it!" I paused and started again, cutting off any protest, "And before you say anything, it's just a one night thing. We'll only be doing a few songs from it. It won't kill you...we'll be having fun, and you'll be learning things about me at the same time...please?" I asked and gave him my best puppy dog eyes.
"Fine but you SO owe me." Draco said, starting to put on stage make up.
"Somehow, I think you'll live." I say, chuckling at the sight.
--Hours Later--
"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town...and all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockins down...and all that jazz.
Start the car, I know a whoppee spot, where the gin is cold but the piano's hot,
It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and all...that...JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZ!"
To my amazement, and pleasure, there's thunderous applause from the group Draco and I joined earlier.
"Why Harry," Draco said, mimicking the talk of that time, "I didn't know you could hit such a note."
"Why Draco," I played along, "I didn't know you could make such a lovely dame."
"Hey!" He laughed. "I still can't believe you made me do drag."
"Oh you loved it." I replied and dipped him as if we were dancing, and planted a big kiss on his lips in front of everyone, to much more thunderous applause.
--Minutes Later--
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For making tonight special; for making it...lucky again."
"My pleasure." I replied, pushing him up against the street wall. I start kissing him.
"Harry! We're in public!"
"Come on, this is New York, half the people out this late probably have seen two guys kissing."
Suddenly, instead of looking into his eyes I was looking up at the sky.
"What the--"
"Beware!" An old man with a cane, and haggard looking appearance yelled at Draco and I where we now lay on the ground, "Beware! The father will come to smite thee, for thy transgressions!" the old blind man said pointing his cane in their direction. "BEWARE!"
I was at my wand, but a hand on mine stopped me from cursing the man.
"Harry don't. He's probably a muggle, and on top of that, he probably doesn't know what he's saying. Let's just go."
We started walking away and the old man kept pointing while muttering things. Just in case he wasn't as he appeared I cast a silent protection charm around us.
"That was wierd."
A/N: Who was this man? What the hell happened? Find out next time. Read Review and Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHICAGO MUSICAL LYRICS OR RIGHTS TO THEM.
