Unfinished Business: Shattered Pieces
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WARNING: Look at first chapter.
Undeterred
The next morning, as the sun started peeking in through the hotel window, Harry rolled over and pulled the sheets up higher until they reached passed his head. He knew he should be getting ready for the day, but he was just way too comfortable. When the arms that were wrapped around him pulled him closer to a bare stomach, he tucked his head underneath the pointed chin, sighing as he got more comfortable.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed as he rested his hand on the firm chest, but he did have a vague recollection of this feeling. As his fingers caressed the chest against him, he breathed in the aroma of fresh apples. Harry instinctively licked his lips and leaned in closer as he breathed in the scent.
"That tickles," a deep voice mumbled above Harry's head as long fingers wrapped around his own.
"Sorry," Harry apologised as he stilled his movements.
Before he could continue inhaling the addictive scent, Harry shot up in the bed when he recognised the voice. With bated breath and a pounding heart, Harry looked down and saw the last person he expected to be in bed with. Draco Malfoy, the bane of his Hogwarts years and current roommate, was the man he was not only lying next to but – and there was no other word for it – snuggling next to.
To make matters worse, except for green silk boxers, Harry wasn't wearing anything. The scenarios that were floating in his head, explaining how he had come to be in this situation, were giving him a headache.
"You looked uncomfortable," a voice sounded beside him.
Jumping at the voice, Harry turned to the man he assumed was still sleeping. Even though his eyes were still closed, Harry was no longer fooled by the blonde's stillness under the covers. Watching as the eyes finally opened, clouded grey eyes met bright green ones and an unexplainable chill ran down Harry's spine at the look the blonde was giving him.
"And here I thought I would be getting at least a thank you for not letting the saviour of the wizarding world sleep on the couch when there was a bed big enough for four people."
"And yet we somehow ended up sleeping right next to each other?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"I can't control what you do when you're asleep," the ex-Slytherin said as he got up to lean on his elbows.
"What I do?" Harry fumed before calming down some. "Thank you Malfoy, for letting me sleep in the bed," he seethed as he got up from the bed. "You can have it for tonight, and this time, don't bother to move me."
"Call me, Draco. After all, we are snuggle buddies now," he smirked.
Stopping himself from snapping at the blonde, Harry settled for giving him a death glare.
"I'm going to take a shower," Harry fumed as he turned away.
"A cold one?" Draco teased.
The only indication that Harry had heard Draco was the slight pause in step before disappearing into the washroom. The sad thing was that Draco was the one who would be needing the cold shower, and Malfoys hated cold showers.
"Hey Jamie," a cheerful voice greeted the tired teen as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Al," James greeted his brother without the enthusiasm he received.
"What's wrong?" Al asked, his enthusiasm waning at his brother's miserable disposition.
"Nothing," he mumbled as he dropped his head in his folded arms.
"Molly told him that everyone thinks he's arrogant," his blonde cousin told the curious boy.
"Shut up, Mini," the irate boy snapped as he lifted up his head.
"And that he should go out on a date with BJ," the blonde continued, smirking.
Albus turned back to his brother just in time to see him drop his head back into his arms as he groaned out his frustration.
"Are you going to do it?" Albus asked curiously.
"Do what?" James asked as he snapped his head back up. "I wouldn't go out with that arrogant toerag if the very means of my survival depended on it?"
When he spotted the aforementioned Slytherin trying his best not to get caught staring at James, the Gryffindor's ire reached its boiling point. Without another word, James got up from his seat, grabbed his brother by his cloak, and dragged him back over to the Slytherin table.
As James reach the Slytherin table, BJ started shoving food in his mouth as a vain attempt to pretend that he hadn't been watching his crush's progress.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't use my own brother to spy on me," James said in an eerily calm voice, letting go of his brother's cloak before promptly going back over to his own table.
"You are the worst operative I've ever had," BJ mumbled as he watched James sit back down at the Gryffindor table.
"What did you expect? He's my brother. Of course he would know I'm up to something," Albus said as he helped himself to some of the breakfast.
"Fine. Maybe sending you over there wasn't the most thought out of my plans," BJ said as he continued to watch James. "Did you even find out why he was so upset last night and this morning?"
"You could say that," Albus teased as he started piling food on his plate.
"Well… What did he say? What happened?"
"Oh no," Albus shook his head. "My brother would kill me if I told you."
"He's your brother. Of course he wouldn't kill you. I, on the other hand, have no ties to you," BJ threatened.
"Except that you like my brother, and I doubt he'd be too happy if I ended up worse for wear," Albus called his bluff.
"He has a point," Scorpius said as he sat in the seat next to his friend, a book in his hand.
"Shut up," BJ snapped at the blonde before turning to the green-eyed boy. "It was about me, wasn't it? You wouldn't be afraid to tell me if it wasn't about me, would you?"
"Let's just say this. My brother isn't too happy with our cousin Molly, but you would be," he teased before their schedules were handed to him.
"I don't know if I'm imagining things, but I have the distinct impression that you're avoiding me," a voice whispered in Harry's ear as he stepped out of another seminar.
"Contrary to your belief, Malfoy, I didn't come here to be your keeper nor for you to be mine," Harry said patronizingly as he walked away from the blonde. "So if you'll excuse me."
Without any warning, Harry was suddenly pulled back into the now empty room before the door was shut next to him. Then he quickly found himself pressed up against the wall with a very determined blonde towering over him.
"This isn't Hogwarts, Harry," Draco said as he leaned his hand above Harry's shoulder. "I have no time to fuck around, so I'm going to get straight to the point," he said, finding his choice of words ironic. "Last night, I felt something between us and I know you did as well."
"I don't-" Harry shook his head.
"Don't try to deny it. We were pressed right up against each other with nothing but our boxers separating us. Not to mention the fact that you were sniffing me this morning," the blonde pointed out, to which Harry turned a delightful shade of red before his eyes.
"I didn't know it was you," Harry tried to explain. "I'm married, so-"
"Are you trying to convince me that you thought I was your wife? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that my bits are different from hers."
"I'm well aware of that," Harry said scathingly, trying to compose himself.
"After this morning, I'm sure you are," the blonde smirked as he leaned in closer.
"Could you not stand so close to me?" Harry asked as he tried to push the blonde away, finding his scent very intoxicating.
"Why? I thought you liked the way I smelt," Draco teased. "I see you still like touching my chest though."
Realising where his hands were, Harry tried to pull them away but pale, slender hands wrapped around his and kept them trapped where they were.
"Call me crazy but ever since I saw you yesterday, I've felt a big pull towards you. At first, I didn't know what it was, so I just brushed it off. But after what happened this morning, I have a little bit of a theory. I think I'd like to test it now."
"Please don't," Harry begged, his heart pounding uncontrollably in his chest as the blonde leaned closer.
"Too late. I'm too close," he whispered against Harry's lips.
The moment their lips connected, both men gasped at the spark that set their skin on fire. As their eyes closed in bliss, Draco started nibbling on Harry's bottom lip. Then he started licking the abused lip, making the shorter man shiver against him.
With newfound confidence, Draco grabbed onto Harry's wrists and held them on either side of the Auror's head before pressing himself against the shorter man. Then he plunged his tongue between his captive's lips, electing a soft moan from the man against him.
As he felt Harry start to respond to the kiss, Draco let his wrists go before wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, keeping the shorter man from escaping. However, when Harry used his now free hands to bury his fingers into Draco's hair, the blonde knew that wouldn't be a problem.
Draco groaned as Harry started teasing him with the kiss. The saviour wrapped his tongue around the blonde's own, caressing it slowly, before pulling away. The blonde instinctively thrust his pelvis against Harry, letting the shorter man know the effect he was having on the blonde. Harry's response was to do the same.
As the two slowly thrust against each other, Draco trailed his lips along Harry's neck. He licked and nibbled, electing another moan from the Auror. This feeling was beyond anything they ever remembered feeling, yet it seemed oddly familiar.
Harry didn't know what possessed him to do it, if it was a sound or a movement that had alerted him to something strange in the room, but the Auror slowly opened his eyes and nearly had a heart attack. Lying, completely passed out, on the desk at the other end of the large room, was the spokesman Harry had listened to only moments before.
Instantly, Harry pushed Draco away from him. When the blonde, who was still clearly aroused by their earlier activity, followed Harry's line of sight, he too spotted the passed out spokesman. Unfortunately for the blonde, his distraction gave Harry enough time to dash out of the room before he could react.
"Weasley, wait up!" A voice called out to the redhead as she was about to enter the classroom.
When she turned around to find out who had called out to her, she was a little less than surprised to find BJ Zabini running up to her.
"No, Zabini, I'm not going to tell you why James was upset," she said when the Slytherin reached her. At the surprised look he tried to hide, she continued. "My cousin already told me about your failed attempt at espionage."
"What makes you think I don't already know what you said to James?"
"If you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation and I wouldn't be running late for my class," she said before turning into the classroom."
"Potions doesn't start for five more minutes. Besides, Slughorn's too much of a pushover to do anything if you were."
"It's the principle of the matter, though I don't expect you would understand," she said as she sat down at her seat. She wasn't shocked when the Slytherin sat down next to her, only mildly irritated. "Yes, I'm sure James wouldn't find this suspicious at all," Molly rolled her eyes.
"Just tell me what I want to know and I'll be on my way."
"Not going to happen."
"Maybe not today… or tomorrow. But I can be very persistent when I want something. I'm going to be right beside you, every day, hounding you for whatever you're keeping secret. You won't be able to eat in peace… hang out with your friends in peace… study in peace… until I get what I want."
"Not another word," James warned as he headed for Potions class.
"But you could at least tell her that you don't hate her. Molly was just making an observation based off of what other people have said. She didn't mean anything by it. You know how she gets sometimes," she said as she stopped James before their classroom.
"I'm not mad that some people think I'm arrogant. That portrait of Snape said that I'm a lot like my grandfather and said that I was as arrogant as him, so I'm not mad about that. What I'm mad about is the fact that she suggested that I actually go out on a date with Zabini because we're alike. There is no way in hell that I'm anything like that stain on existence. And of all the things that could possibly indicate my lack of sanity, it would be agreeing to go out with that arse."
"You never know. Give me a chance and you might actually like my company," BJ said right in James' ear, causing the latter boy to jump up in shock.
"I doubt that," James said as he pushed past BJ.
Before James could get into the class, his arm was grabbed by BJ and held up against the taller boy.
"What are you afraid of… that you might actually like my company?" BJ said, his face inches from James'.
As quickly as his feet could carry him, Harry dashed towards his room. The thought of spending one more second in Malfoy's presence encouraging his resolve. Never in his life had anyone made Harry feel so out of control. It was a terrifying, yet exciting, feeling that Harry couldn't afford to have.
…especially with the outcome it created.
As Harry reached his room and dashed inside, he could still feel Malfoy's lips on his… feel the heat coursing through his veins as the blonde held him close. It was like Malfoy's touch was a flame and he was burning the Auror's body up from the inside out. There was a part of Harry… a hungering part that wanted that touch, that passion, to continue.
But he couldn't let that happen … not ever again.
Harry had always had a strong will, being able to fight off the Unforgivable curses even before he finished Hogwarts. But he wasn't going to take the chance that will alone could keep him from acting on the urges he felt while in Malfoy's embrace.
He was a husband and father. He couldn't betray his family like that. He couldn't hurt Ginny. The woman had stood by him throughout all the years they had known each other. He couldn't hurt his kids. James, Albus and Lily were his life. He loved them dearly and wouldn't hurt them for the world.
Thinking of his kids sped up Harry's efforts to pack his bags and leave the room he shared with Malfoy before the blonde showed up. Shrinking his bag and placing it in the pouch he kept tied to his belt, Harry headed for the door.
End of Chapter: Undetered
