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Draconis's Prov. - Malfoy kingdom
Draconis awoke in a dark room; it was cold due to the very early spring months, drawing his wand he shivered as his arm and wrist were touch by the freezing air, "Incendio" pointing it at the fireplace, as the fire roared to life giving the room a bit of heat. Still shivering in the bed several minutes later Draconis wrapped the soft brown fur blanket around his shoulders and slipped on his boots so his feet wouldn't have to tread on the stone floor, walking up to a chair by the fire he pushed it closer before seating in it relishing in the bright heat before him.
Draconis sat in front of the fire for more than an hour thinking about everything and nothing, pushing himself up from the chair he placed it back where it was before, happy that the room had heated up.
Draconis headed to the bathroom to wash up, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his once braided hair was dripping with water from the shower and could easily give away his position, taking the knife out of his magicked pocket bit by bit he cut his hair, wincing when the first lock of silvery gold hair landed on the sink, by the end of his hair cut he no longer had hair that reached his behind but instead hair that just gently brushed his shoulders, just long enough to pull back if needed. The knife gave Draconis an uneven layered look that made his soft silvery hair look windblown and not so much like a buff man nor feminine either and Draconis felt himself grow immediately attached to his new look, he looked so different and did not recognize himself as he ran his fingers though his hair marvelled at how light it was now. Waving his wand Draconis got rid of the long locks of hair, and felt relived when he did so. Looking at his reflection he smiled "goodbye Draconis hello Draco."
Walking to the window to survey his surrounding and whether the guards were patrolling in larger numbers, after a long hour of normal behaviour Draco decided to go out, his stomach was rumbling and he craved fruits and light wine.
Outside the inn, the sounds of the towns drunken night life grew much rowdier and happy, as drunken men tried to lure pretty women into there beds and sang drunkenly at tables, there were many women running around as well, some were dressed for a proper night out with a gentleman escort on there was to a show or supper, while others wore such improper clothing it was a wonder they could be clothed at all.
A woman approached Draco as he was nearing the pub he had been in that morning.
"Hey handsome looking for a good time?" slurred the women her breath smelling like days old beer.
Draco blushed not sure what to say when the girl from the morning came to help him out "Shoo Melina, what did my daddy and I say about bothering our customers," the blond girl waved the improper dressed woman away.
"Thank you," smiled Draco and the girl found herself smiling back.
"Your welcome, I'm Luna by the way," she held out her hand, and Draco kissed her knuckles gently.
"Extremely proper are we? You seem the type, rich parents?" asked Luna
"You could say that," replied Draco taking a seat at an empty table "any chance of some wine and strawberries?"
Luna nodded "I'll be right back," and she hurried off into the back.
Draco stretched his arms, surveying the room, it was filled with many people ranging from drunken minor lords to little pick-pocket boys no younger than three.
Draco during his observation caught the eye of an older man with golden curly hair, searching through his head trying to remember a name when the man came and sat down to his table.
"Hope you don't mind," he smiled his teeth were extremely white "Gilderoy Lockhart."
"Draco," replied Draco holding out his hand to shake Lockhart's, while many people around the bar shook their heads and muttered whore.
Draco had no idea what everyone was talking about till Lockhart placed a hand on Draco's thigh, moving his hand down to remove it, Lockhart slipped his hand into his pants his fingers brushing against his cock making him gasp and blush heavily.
"Sensitive little one aren't you?" asked Lockhart as Draco swiftly pulled out his dagger and held it to Lockhart's throat, but he was prepared and grabbed Draco's wrist making him wince and let go of the knife.
'Why isn't anyone helping?' thought Draco franticly as he tried to struggle away from Lockhart "let me go."
Lockhart squeezed Draco a bit tighter causing him to bite back a moan, when the sound of a sword being pulled from a sheath alerted his ears and Lockhart was thrown off Draco, who fell to the floor and slid under the table blushing with embarrassment and frantic with fear.
The man covered by a black cloak grabbed Lockhart slamming him into a wall "if I ever catch you trying to do something like that again you won't live to regret it," snarled the black cloaked man "do you understand me."
Lockhart nodded frantically as he was tossed to the floor and fled the pub; the cloaked figure walked over to Draco and leaned over to look under the table, "are you alright?" he asked.
Draco nodded "yes, thank you kind stranger," he took the hand held out to him hoping this time that he wasn't another sex driven man who wanted him because he looked far too innocent to be out alone.
Harry's Prov- Malfoy kingdom
Harry awoke to a chilly room, slipping out of bed he pointed his wand at the fireplace and headed to the shower where he cleaned up all the dust and dirt from his long ride, before dressing in the still freezing room.
Harry's stomach grumbled, pocketing some coins before tossing a black cloak around his shoulders left the room and headed to a pub.
On his walk there he noticed many whores, men and women alike and stayed close to the shadows like his training had taught him, slipping into the nearest pub "the silver spoon."
No one noticed him enter and Harry immediately began observations of the room when he noticed a young boy struggling against an older man at a table in the back of the pub, the boys face was panicked and Harry heard him tell the man to let him go.
Striding over he drew his sword and threw the man to the floor, feeling sorry for the small boy that fell to the floor as well, his face deep red.
Turning back to the task at hand Harry pinned the man to the wall and said "if I ever catch you trying to do something like that again you won't live to regret it," he snarled "do you understand me."
The curly blond man nodded frantically as Harry tossed him to the floor and he fled the pub, Harry walked over to the young blond and leaned over to look under the table, "are you alright?" he asked.
The adorable blond nodded "yes, thank you kind stranger," and took his hand helping him out from under the table.
Harry was stunned this boy was so handsome he could be classified as a petite angel, his hair was almost white but still silver and his eyes were soft and large giving him the look of a true innocent, 'I think I'm in love,' he thought to himself as he watched the boy observe him with those beautiful eyes.
Normal Prov- Malfoy kingdom
"Are you alright" asked Draco shifting nervously from foot to foot as he watched the tall still cloaked figure in front of him.
Harry shook his head as though snapping out of his thoughts "yes sorry, are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes I'm fine you don't have to keep asking," replied Draco sitting in the chair he had occupied before his assault with Lockhart.
Harry sat a respectable distance away looking a crossed the table at Draco "I'm Harry Evans."
"Draco Black," replied Draco shaking Harry's hand relived his knuckles weren't kissed.
"Any relation to the noble house of Black?" asked Harry and Draco shook his head.
"No just Black, everyone seems to assume I'm royal every time I say my last name, but Black is rather common in the kingdoms," smiled Draco growing uneasy at Harry's still cloaked figure.
"Here we go some white wine and strawberries," smiled Luna as she placed the tray down "sorry it took so long, the berries are not quite yet in season."
"That's alright thank you Luna," Draco returned her smile as he picked up a very plump strawberry and bit into it gently, his tongue darting out to remove the juice from his lips.
Harry shifted in his seat as Draco ate the berries, the blond was turning him on and he didn't even seem to be trying.
"Would you like one?" asked Draco and Harry reached out and took a berry lowering his hood.
Draco found his eyes glued to this man, he look about seventeen perhaps eighteen and had strong yet gentle features, his hair was much shorter then his and looked like it had never met a comb in his life and yet still looked good, but his eyes were the most wonderful thing about his face, emerald green in colour and shone like jewels with the appearance of having his thoughts open to everyone yet shielded by a mirror reflecting only what he wanted everyone to see, and Draco could have kept looking at his eyes for hours when Harry moved his head away and placed an order with Luna, before turning back to look at him.
"So lived here long?" asked Harry.
"If you consider long just this morning," replied Draco "I'm just passing through, plan to be on the road in a day or two."
"Oh and where are you headed?" asked Harry thinking to himself 'I just met this angel there's no way I'm going to let him leave without a fight.'
Draco smiled so beautifully Harry knew that he was truly in love, with a gentle sigh "wherever the wind takes me."
"That's quite the plan," laughed Harry.
Draco found himself laughing along with him "yes it seems to be, and what about you are you just passing through?"
Harry thought quickly for a second remembering his conversation with Ron earlier.
Flashback
Harry sighed looking over at the castle and town, "we both know I love this place more than anything, but sometimes I wish I could just leave it all behind, live somewhere out in the forest and making a living as a hunter."
"I could really see you doing it, if you could get away and all my prince," replied Ron "you build a cabin that is cozy and filled with furs and a nice wife, one you get to choose for yourself."
End flashback
"Yes," replied Harry "I'm on my way to Tallen forest, I plan to build a cabin and live as a hunter."
"Sounds wonderful you seemed to have everything planned," smiled Draco.
Harry nodded "since you have no plans you could come with me."
Draco smiled as his mercury eyes lit up "you would really let me? But I must inform you I am no good with weapons."
"Then I shall have to teach you," replied Harry as Draco's smile grew wider and pulled him into an embrace.
Harry held on to Draco loving the way the adorable blond fit in his arms, pulling him closer so he was positioned on his lap he hugged him tighter taking in his scent 'he smells like morning dew in spring, with pear.'
Draco felt himself sit on Harry's lap and blushed lightly as he sighed, 'I haven't felt this comfortable in an embrace since… stupid man.'
Draco pulled away from Harry the light blush still evident on his alabaster skin and sat in his seat once again, watching Harry eat.
"Sorry about that," said Draco quietly a few minutes later.
"Don't worry its fine," replied Harry while thinking 'and so are you.'
Once Harry finished his meal he looked up at the beautiful blond, his eyes were transfixed on the fire and it shone in his eyes like an angel on a mission.
Harry paid for the bill, shortly after and he and Draco left the pub, Harry longed to hold him close not liking the way people in the streets were eyeing his angel.
"So where are you staying?" asked Draco breaking Harry out of his possessive thoughts.
"The Silverdale inn," answered Harry looking at Draco who kept looking at him shyly as though uncertain about something.
"So am I," countered Draco "room twelve and you?"
"Room eleven, so we have been neighbours all this time?" respond Harry.
"If you consider a day a long while," replied Draco as his hand gently bumped against Harry's, it happened again a minute or so later and the third time Harry took it gently into his as Draco smiled that unbelievably beautiful smile again and moved closer to him.
"Harry?" he asked so quietly that Harry almost missed it.
"Yes?" replied Harry releasing Draco's hand so he could place it around his waist.
"Why is it that I feel so comfortable around you?" Draco looked up into Harry's eyes serious about the question.
"I'm not quite sure angel but I feel the same way," replied Harry as he leaned down to kiss Draco, just as their lips were about to touch trumpets sounded nearby.
"Perhaps we should get out of the road," Draco said as Harry pulled him to the curb and they both quickly headed back to the inn.
"Harry?" asked Draco as they reached there rooms "I think I'm going to leave in the morning, something about this town makes me uneasy."
"Then I'll meet you in the stables at dawn," replied Harry "we'll head to Tallen forest then."
Draco nodded as he entered his room, listening as Harry's door shut.
Draco's Prov
Draco entered his room, and quickly got the fire started again with a flick of his wand, he spun around the room laughing happily landing dizzy on the bed, reaching out his smooth alabaster hand he took a flower from the vase and started plucking off the petals "he loves me, he loves me more, he loves me, he loves me more," soon the vase was empty and the last petal fell at the words "he loves me more," holding the bare stem to himself he smiled "I think I understand what the term love at first sight means," he said to the empty room "he makes me feel so comfortable, who would have ever thought I'd fall in love with a hunter?"
Draco fell asleep that night with a smile on his luscious pink lips, ones he hoped to place against Harry's soon.
Harry's Prov
Harry watched Draco enter his room, closing his door shortly after Harry tossed a log onto the fire watching it burn; his thoughts were on a certain gorgeous blond in the room next to his.
Harry tossed off his cloak and shirt, and kicked off his boots, tucked under the fur covers his thoughts wandered to Draco, hoping nay praying the blond was not just some image his imagination came up with, falling into a sleep, and then a dream of the one he wanted to call his angel.