Summary: Harry's working at a motel for the summer. Unexpectedly, Draco appears and rents a room. Harry is filled with questions. Why is he there? What is he hiding from? And, probably the most important question of all, why is the need to be close to him so strong? This takes place somewhere between year five and year six.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in the Harry Potter series. I will not be profiting off this story.
"Potter… Potter." Draco poked at the sleeping mass of a wizard.
"Uh?" Harry raised his head off the front counter, his glasses slightly askew. "Crap, what time is it?"
"Seven in the morning," Draco said, crossing his arms. "You worked all night?"
Harry wiped a bit of drool off the side of his mouth, nodding.
Mr. Jameson came around the corner, setting some paper work on the desk, "Thanks for the hard work, boy. I know you still have a shift today, but feel free to sleep in one of the rooms to rest up."
Harry shook his head, "I don't want to take up any of the rooms. Plus, I still have to-"
"Don't be an idiot," Draco blurted out, "If you're worried about space, just be in my room."
Harry blinked at him, "Oh… Uh."
Draco flushed slightly, "You were passed out on a counter, Potter. I don't want you ruining my customer service because you don't understand the concept of sleep."
"Do as he says." Mr. Jameson nodded curtly and gestured to the glass doors. "You need rest. Don't want you falling asleep and landing in the water while cleaning the pool or something stupid like that."
"Yeah, don't be stubborn," Draco said, grabbing Harry's wrist before he could protest and pulling him all the way to the room.
"I'm not," Harry mumbled irritably. Although it was difficult to fight about the issue once he got an eyeful of the motel bed. He quickly kicked off his shoes and climbed into it, not bothering to get under the covers. Before Draco could even close the door behind him, Harry was fast asleep.
"Idiot." Malfoy said under his breath, suddenly feeling awkward standing there. He quickly changed into muggle swimwear and headed for the pool. It was too dangerous to stay in that room. Definitely too dangerous.
Draco straightened his shoulders and gracefully glided to an empty lounge chair, pointedly ignoring the muggle kids splashing about the pool. He scooted into his seat, sliding his sunglasses over his face and closed his eyes. He reveled in the sunlight, relaxing under it's warmth. He tried to clear his mind and think of nothing but the sun. His thoughts, however, had a different agenda, constantly wandering to the events from the night before. He groaned as the image of Harry, reaching out to touch him, kept popping up in his head. His eyes were hooded and full of something Draco couldn't quite identify.
Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes from behind his sunglasses.
To be honest, it's not like this attraction just fell from the sky. He knew he liked Harry. He'd known since fourth year. Although, that obviously didn't keep him from bottling up his emotions and throwing away the fucking container. But now it seemed there was reason to act on it. It seemed as though Harry felt some sort of attraction as well. However, that could be entirely in his head…
The image of Harry's expression flashed in his mind again. If they hadn't been interrupted… What would Harry have done? Draco shook off the question, resting his arm over his forehead.
"Way too dangerous," He mumbled, focusing his thoughts on the sun once again.
Draco slid into the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. Harry was rolled over on his side, his back towards the entrance. Draco sighed, kicked off his flip-flops, and changed into shorts and a t-shirt that read Vans "Off the Wall". He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, placing his hand softly on Harry's arm.
"Potter." He shook him slightly.
Harry made a small sound in the back of his throat, but remained still.
"Potter, come on. You still have work."
He shook him again, effectively getting Harry to roll over on his back, mumbling incoherently. Draco rolled his eyes and grasped both of his shoulders, shaking him harder.
"Potter, get up, you-"
Harry groaned, pulling Malfoy down onto the bed and rolling back onto his side. "Shut up, 'Alfoy."
Draco flushed and struggled between Harry's arms, "P-Potter!"
Harry finally opened one eye, pausing before grinning and opening the other. "Oh, G'morning, Draco."
Malfoy huffed, his hands on Harry's chest to keep their closeness limited. "Waking you up is more trouble than it's worth, Potter."
"Yeah, well, I'm still half-asleep," He yawned.
Draco attempted to look irritated, but was promptly distracted by Harry's mouth. When he yawned, he couldn't help but stare at his tongue. It was unbelievably red. It looked smooth. He wondered what it would feel like on skin-
"Hey, are you going back to school this year?"
"Hmm?" Draco blinked and focused back on Harry's eyes. "Uh… Not sure. Why do you ask?"
He shrugged, making his hands brush slightly against Draco's waist. Which, in turn, made Draco turn pinker than he already was. "I dunno. I see you have the summer homework out so I figured…"
Draco averted his gaze, his face going blank. "I'm honestly not sure what I'm going to do at this point."
They laid there, listening to each other's breaths. Harry opened his mouth to ask a question, but Draco knew what it was before a sound even escaped his lips.
"And, no, I won't tell you who I'm hiding from. Merlin, Harry, the only reason your glasses stay on your face is from that gigantic nose of yours!" He looked down at his hands, still resting on Harry's chest, and set his jaw.
Harry blinked before a slow grin appeared on his face.
"What?!" Draco fumed.
"You called me 'Harry'."
This time Draco was blinking before his face grew exceedingly hot. "I-I did not!"
"You so did," Harry's grin somehow grew wider as he pulled Draco close to him.
"Whatever, Potter! It's your name, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but you never call me by my first name."
"And for good reason, too! Look at how you're acting."
"I'm acting completely normal. You're the one who's yelling." He snickered.
Draco bit his lip and furrowed his brow. "You're being a pratt, Potter," He whispered.
"Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to be more like me," Harry teased, echoing Draco's whisper. Malfoy froze, his brow furrowing.
"Sorry," Draco murmured after a moment.
"What?"
Draco was looking down, "I perhaps… said too much the other night."
Harry's smile faded as he shook his head, "No. I was just joking, Draco. I…" Harry hesitated. "What you said made me happy. I'm glad you don't actually hate my guts," He chuckled.
Draco stared at his hands, "... I never really hated you. You're the one who didn't want to be my friend in first year."
Harry smiled softly, "Well, to be fair, you were a bit of a git."
Draco glared at him, "Was not."
"Whatever, Malfoy." He smirked. His expression softened, though, when they locked eyes. He was suddenly aware of his hands resting on Draco's hips and Draco's fingers tracing small circles on his chest.
"... Say it again," Harry whispered.
"What?" He replied softly, looking distracted.
"My name."
Draco peered at him suspiciously.
"Please?" Harry tried to flash a charming smile, but really, it just looked desperate. "It sounds nice when you say it."
Draco hesitated. He gulped and licked his lips out of nervousness. He inhaled delicately before letting out a small breath.
"Harry."
The instant the word left his lips, Harry's mouth was on his. Draco made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, clenching at the fabric of Harry's shirt. He curved his neck back and pulled Harry towards him. That gravitational pull they felt the night before was nothing compared to this. This made them feel like magnets. Their legs intertwined as if they were meant to be stuck together, as close as their bodies would allow them.
Draco's fingers were tangled in Harry's mess of hair, tongue slipping out to touch the edge of his lip. Harry parted his mouth to welcome it, sliding his own into Draco's mouth in reply. Harry clutched Draco's hips and tugged, rolling onto his back. Draco straddled him, resting his weight on the palms of his hands beside Harry's head. Harry moaned into his mouth, causing a shiver to run down Draco's back.
"Say it again," Harry managed to say against his lips.
He moved on to kissing his jaw then his neck then to sucking at his collar bone. Draco curved his back, allowing access to his throat and shoulders.
"H-Harry…" He panted.
"Again," Harry murmured as he slid his hands under Draco's shirt.
"Harry."
He slowly moved his hands over his skin, one sliding up his spine and the other down to his lower back.
"Again," He whispered, almost aggressively.
"Harry." Draco whimpered into the crook his neck. He softly kissed the skin he found there.
Harry shuddered, grabbing at Draco's hair and ass with each hand. Draco gave a small gasp, slowly starting to move his hips out of reflex.
Harry flushed at the sudden friction. He swallowed an odd sound down his throat and whispered in Draco's ear, "Again…"
"H-Ha-"
"Harry! Let's go boy, you were supposed to be working half an hour ago." Mr. Jameson burst through the door, effectively making the two boys yelp and scramble away from each other. Draco managed to roll off the bed in a heap while Harry just teetered on the edge, frozen.
Mr. Jameson paused. He looked from Draco to Harry before grinning, "I knew you were going off with one of the customers. My intuition never fails me." He shook a finger at them.
Harry started to stutter before Mr. Jameson cut him off, "I don't want to hear it. Just hurry up and get to cleaning the pool. Those damn kids made a mess again." And, just as fast as he came, he disappeared behind the door.
A deafening silence followed, stretching for what seemed like hours.
"Merlin." Draco finally said, slapping his hands over his face, currently the shade of a tomato.
Harry cautiously crawled off the bed and squatted next to him. He let an arm dangle between his legs (attempting to hide his half hard on), and used the other to pull at his hair. Draco didn't move, his hands still covering his face.
"... Sorry." Harry mumbled.
Draco parted his fingers to glance at him before hiding his eyes again. "What for?"
Harry shrugged, "I dunno… It just makes sense to say it."
They were silent again. Eventually Harry brought his hand down to stroke at Draco's hair. Draco bit his lip and slowly let his arms fall to his sides. He held the others gaze for a moment before Harry leaned down, softly letting his lips rest on Draco's. He sat back up and sighed.
"I have to go work."
Draco nodded, looking dazed. "I'll be seeing you, then, Harry."
Harry gulped and brushed Draco's hair back, his fingers lingering at the locks. He groaned as he stood up and hastily left.
"Shit," Harry said to himself aloud. He half-ran, half-walked towards the supply room, trying to shake away the indecent thoughts running through his head.
"That was dangerous."
Wow, it's been awhile! Sorry, I got caught up with school and all that. But here's the fourth chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. I'm debating whether the next chapter will get nsfw... We'll see. If it is, I might have that part posted on Tumblr or something. Speaking of which, I made a drarry/wolfstar/misc. account if you guys want to check it out. The url is i-see-my-otps-in-erised.
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-Bob
