To Gain My Independence
By the author of:Are You My Daddy? - you know, that story you are dying to read, and will read after you leave a review for this chapter *crosses fingers*
Please remember this is rated M
"Draco?" Harry asked tentatively, has he watched the blonde climb into the hot tub.
"Hmmm?" Draco half moaned, his eyes now closed as he sat, relaxing. Harry held his hands together, nervously twiddling his thumbs.
"What are we going to do about Zabini?" Harry asked, nervous that the Slytherin would tell all of Hogwarts that Draco and Harry were an item. An intimate item no less. Draco seemed unaffected by these words, his eyes remained shut while he enjoyed the water. Harry stepped in slowly, adjusting to the temperature change.
"Listen Harry," Draco began, his voice calm, "I know I made you do a lot of things, and put you in awkward situations that we did not agree on in advanced, but I would never make you have a three way with Blaise," Draco smirked slightly, "You really would catch something from shagging him." Harry sighed, not relaxed at all.
"I wasn't talking about a three way, in fact, can we forget about that whole thing now. I was wondering, wont he tell everyone?" Draco shot up, his eyes now wide open in realization. He couldn't believe that he didn't even think of that. If Blaise told the school, he couldn't deny it, or the news would get to his father, and he couldn't admit it, he knew Harry wouldn't let him. Harry would be afraid of what everyone would think of him, the Golden-boy. It wouldn't be a big deal for Draco, everyone knew he accepted sexual favors from anyone, even mud-bloods.
"He won't say a thing," Draco promised, he himself unsure. Harry frowned.
"You know he will." and with that, Harry closed his eyes, and looked about as relaxed as Draco was moments before. But Draco wasn't an idiot, he could see the small frown line as the Gryffindor thought the problem out, no doubt dreading the end of the vacation.
"Harry?" Draco asked a few minutes later. His father wasn't around, he could call him Potter now, but as long as Harry called him Draco, he would return the favor. "Harry?" he asked again when no one replied. Still he got no answer, and Harry's face was completely relaxed now. He had fallen asleep. Now would be the perfect time to test out those jets, as Harry was so kind to give him the idea. Draco found the control panel, and pressed a button that said 'jets', but only one came on, just a foot to the left of Harry. Getting off wasn't worth it, so Draco laid back and attempted to relax again. Only now that he had aroused himself at the thought of how the jets would feel caressing him, bringing him to an orgasm, he could not seem to focus on anything, but sexual thoughts. Come on, he's a teenaged boy, could you blame him? He watched as the jets moved the water around the hot tub, but particularly around Harry, whose lap was dangerously close to the gushing water. He began to noticed that Harry wore boxers, not boxer briefs like Draco tended to wear, and so natural his imagination ran wild. He had just convinced himself that the water was moving Harry's boxers, opening the flap in the front to show him the barest bit of flesh, when Harry awoke.
"What time is it?" Harry asked, hoping Draco did not notice he had fallen asleep. Draco shrugged before looking out towards the balcony.
"Its pretty dark," he supplied unsure of he time. "Are you hungry?" Draco stood, grabbing the nearest towel, and wrapping himself quickly, hiding his erection from Harry. Though Harry saw it, he pretended other wise, and wrapped a towel around himself, the room was much colder then he expected, and he shivered.
"Starved," he answered Draco's question from before, and watched as Draco rang a gold bell, and a house elf appeared. Before she could began to offer her services Draco raised a hand, which quieted her.
"To steak dinners and cold butterbeers," he said before turning away, and grabbing dry clothes out of his bag. Expensive silk green, Harry noted. The nervous house elf looked around before she found an empty spot big enough for a small table, and two chairs. With the slightest wave of her hand, the table appeared, and moments later the food did too.
"Thanx," Harry smiled to the elf, before she popped away, shock in her eyes. Draco sat down to join Harry, already dressed in his silk pajamas. Leaving no doubt that he was aroused, and Harry hadn't imagined it. He also noticed that Draco chose to go commando, and he could see a faint outline of his…Harry squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, before opening them, and looking only at his plate for the rest of dinner. Draco however let his eyes wander, watching a drop of water slide from the middle of the boys chest, down landing and disappearing beneath the towel that was lazily wrapped around his waist.
"This is delicious," Harry said still not looking up from his plate. Draco nodded, delicious indeed. He watched as Harry unconsciously rubbed the front of his neck, then ran his hand down his chest, following the path of that drop of water. Draco's eyes widened has Harry's hand continued to lower. "Do you like it?" Harry asked quietly, his voice nervous. Draco's face filled with shock at Harry's brashness, his hand landing on his lap, resting there.
"Very hot," Draco began to reach his hand around the table, he was planning to remove Harry's hand, and place his in his lap instead when Harry replied.
"Mines actually kind of cold now." Draco stopped, confused , until he realized Harry meant the dinner.
"Goodnight," Draco stood abruptly, and left the small table. Harry wasn't sure what he said wrong. Maybe he shouldn't have complained about his dinner being cold. Granted he didn't think that would offend the Slytherin, but he still probably shouldn't have said anything.
Draco laid in the bed, dying for release, his stomach pressed against the mattress. From the corner of his half closed eyes he watched Harry remove his towel and still wet boxers, his back to him as he rummaged through the bag for sleepwear. As Harry bent to put his leg through his pants, Draco's mind filled with fantasies, and his hips lightly bucked against the bed. Thankfully Harry turned the lights out before turning around and slipping in bed with him, not even complaining about the sleeping arrangements. Draco stopped his moving, not wanting to let on to Harry what he was doing.
Harry awoke early that morning to movement, and it took him some time to figure out what was going on. Draco was pressed against Harry's behind, frantically humping against him, like a dog in heat humping someone's leg. Harry turned his head to see the blonde was asleep, no doubt in the middle of a wet dream. Harry was not surprised, and even half expected it, since he knew Draco fell asleep with a hard on. This though, the humping, he did not expect. Slowly he scooted away, but Draco only pressed harder into him, his silk bottoms making for easy friction. This time Harry did not move away, he knew it was wrong, but he enjoyed the feeling of Draco's erection against him, and he liked listening to the blonde moan in his sleep. Draco began to hump even faster, and Harry's body moved with his from the force. Moments later Draco awoke, right before his orgasm. Mortified he pulled away, unfinished. Slowly Draco lifted his head and peaked at Harry, whose eyes were shut, feigning sleep.
"Harry?" he tested quietly. Harry continued to fake sleep as Draco sighed in relief. Harry felt movement and opened his left eye partially to see the blond throwing his covers off, and slowly pulling his silk pants down to his thighs. Entranced, he watched Draco finish himself off. From this angle, Harry mused, masturbation didn't look too bad. Moments later Draco stood, and went into the restroom. Harry's eyes never left the Slytherins, until the door shut behind him. Soon, Harry heard the shower running, so he got out of bed, glad he didn't have to fake sleep much longer.
"Morning," Draco emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, much to Harry's disappointment.
"It's cold out," Harry said closing the balcony door. He made his way to the shower next, and mentally slapped himself. Since when did he long to see Draco naked anyways? Just the other day, he would have laughed at anyone who said that Draco Malfoy was irresistible, but now he wasn't quite sure he dissagreed. After a long cold shower Harry stepped into the room to find Draco standing by the door talking to a beautiful girl, who was smiling flirtatiously . Seeing Harry, Draco waved him over.
"Harry, this is Melanie," she smiled and stuck her hand out. Harry stared at it like it was on fire.
"Ooookay," the girls said, shifting her feet nervously. "Thank you Draco for your help, maybe I'll see you and your friend around sometime," She said waving as she left. Draco looked at Harry.
"What was that?" he asked bewildered. Harry shrugged his shoulders innocently.
"Nothing, who was that?" he asked curious, he got bad vibes from the girl. Draco held in a smile and watched Harry's expression.
"Some chit my father hired to come and fuck me," Draco stated like it was no big deal. Harry frowned slightly.
"So, did you guys?" Harry asked nonchalantly. Of course Draco didn't, but he wasn't going to tell Harry that. How could he explain turning down a gorgeous girl like that.
"It was just head, no big deal," Draco shrugged his shoulders. Harry fumed. Since when was receiving head from a complete stranger no big deal?
"Then she better come back tonight, and give you more head," Harry said while Draco sipped his hot coffee, "so that way you don't have any more wet dreams, and molest my butt again." Draco nearly choked on his coffee, and had to spit it out, back into the cup. He was sure Harry was asleep this morning.
"Your the perv who didn't wake me up and stop me," Draco said coolly, catching Harry off guard. "I bet you liked it," Draco teased lightly. Harry raised his head and eyed Draco.
"Judging from you moans, you liked it too. Oooh Harry, oh my goooood," Harry said mimicking Draco's earlier moans. Again Draco caught Harry off guard.
"I did like it." this time it was Harry's turn to choke, and Draco continued. "An orgasm is an orgasm Harry," he said before grabbing his trainers and shoving his feet in them.
"I'm taking a walk to the Eiffel Tower if you want to come," and he left, not waiting for Harry. Harry was still in shock from Draco's admission, and it took him some time to open the door. He started to run, when he noticed Draco leaning against the wall, waiting for Harry. Together they walked in uncomfortable silence for about 3 miles.
"Wow," Harry breath has they stood beneath the esplanade (the arch) of the Eiffel Tower. Their earlier conversation completely forgotten as Harry stood in wonder.
"Want to get a bite to eat?" Draco asked, having already been here a few times before. Harry shook his head.
"We just got here," he half complained, reaching out to feel the iron tower.
"There's a restaurant inside," Draco smiled leading the way. Cutting in front of what seemed like a hundred people waiting in line, Draco dragged Harry along. Nobody looked happy as the boys past them, and could not wait to watch their walk back to the end of the line, when the server would no doubt send them back. Instead Draco pressed 700 euros into the mans greedy hands, and they were led to a secluded table, usually reserved for royalty.
"I hope everything is to your liking," the waiter said filling Draco's glass with red wine. Harry did not understand why no one was asking for legal documentation to prove their age, so he asked Draco. Draco just laughed like that was the silliest question he ever heard. Harry blushed feeling insecure.
"Harry, they don't care what age you are, honest." Draco thought for a moment. "But they would care if you were publicly intoxicated, so limit yourself," he added, guessing this may well be Harry's first drink.
"Were not really supposed to eat this, are we?" Harry asked shoving his escargot around. Draco held in a laugh.
"You have to get out more," he smiled, "it's the best appetizer here." Harry highly doubted that.
"Its very expensive for something I can find in Professor Sprout's class for free," Harry didn't dare touch his snails. He wouldn't try one for anything in the world. "I think I'll just wait for the main course.
"If you don't like escargot Harry, I doubt you will like caviar."
"Can't we eat normal food, like curry, or fish and chips?" Draco held his breath, trying not to laugh. Harry was different from any of his Slytherine friends, that was for sure.
"Enjoy your meal," the waiter said, placing crystal glasses filled with dark fish eggs, served over ice. Harry lifted his spoon, he was hungry, and would rather eat this then snails, even if it was fish eggs.
"Wait!" Draco exclaimed dramatically, Harry froze. Did Draco want to say grace or something? He didn't strike Harry as that type, "Don't use that spoon!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with extreme horror, his eyes wide with fright. Harry threw the spoon across the room thinking it was cursed. It clattered on the ground, at the feet of an elephant of a man, and Draco hid his face. "What did you do that for!" he exclaimed, and Harry realized the mistake he made.
"Why couldn't I use my spoon?" he asked unsure, he too hiding his face. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Your supposed to use that spoon," he pointed to a wooden spoon by Harry's left hand. Harry knew that fancy places like this gave you two forks and two spoons, but he never heard of a wooden spoon, and that he would have remembered.
"Why?" he asked, sure Draco was pulling his leg.
"Silver and stainless steal give the caviar a funny taste," Draco took a bite and swallowed, still hiding his face. Harry watched a waiter pick his up his tossed spoon, and walk across the room to where he and Draco sat.
"Excuse me sir," the waiter said cordially, "I believe you dropped your spoon, shall I get you a fresh one?"
A/N: Its late, and I am exhausted, I stayed up all night writing this…well I wrote it, then my laptop crashed, so I rewrote it, then it sounded like crap, so I rewrote it, and I think the first time around was the best =(
Anyways, I want to try this thing were you guys leave me a word in your review to add to my story…like… apple pie, broom, monkey…or whatever, and I will incorporate it into my next chapter. I want to make this story more challenging for me, I know its lame, but I think it sounds like fun. So if anyone wants to try it out, leave the word in your review.
And 'Draco kisses Harry with hot steamy passion, and at that moment they knew they were meant for each other' is not a word, it's a sentence, so don't even try it.