Passion in Bloom

“ What are you saying? I’m stuck here, in this stupid little town for the rest of the summer? I am supposed to go to Rome with Mother.” The blond teen practically screamed. Draco Malfoy was standing in the living room of his great aunt Huetta, in the rural town of Bloomingdale.
“That’s what the letter says my dear.” She answered in her light songlike voice. She was thrilled to have her nephew with her for the next two months. His visits were always so short. Once every summer Draco would come and say with her for a week, keeping her company, and bringing life back into her aging home. Actually. It was quite upsetting to see how negatively he was taking the news. It looked almost as if he was about to cry, or at least throw a nasty tantrum. “ Draco, why don’t we just make the best of this? You will enjoy this I know it. There are plenty of young people in the town. I’m sure they would love to get to know you.”
“That’s just what I need, a bunch of small town hicks following me like little puppy dogs.” Draco snarled. He was not going to let himself fall for his aunt’s trick. He knew that she wanted him to stay, and he knew the old bat was just as stubborn as he was.
“Well Draco, darling. We all know how much you do love attention. Think of this as a buffet.” Huetta replied with just the slightest touch of venom. She was good. Draco thought he really could see the Malfoy in her now. He realized that this was a battle that he could not when through sheer determination, so he’d have to get crafty.
“Fine. I guess I have no choice.” He said in almost a whisper. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Draco stormed out of the parlor, and up the stairs of the old house, slamming the door to his room behind him.
“ Well I can see why his parents didn’t want him on their vacation.” Huetta murmured to herself as she turned off the lights. Suddenly she was not as ecstatic to have her nephew for the next two months.

Draco was pacing his room like a caged animal, trying to suppress his frustration enough to think of a way out of Bloomingdale. Nothing came to mind. He knew his father, and if he had really decided on abandoning Draco in the middle of nowhere, then he was stuck. One thing was certain; he would not be spending his entire vacation acting like he normally did around his aunt Huetta. Normally during his week, he would cook for her, and talk. They would go to the market, and stay home in the evenings, reading. It wasn’t bad for a weeklong break from his hectic life at home, but two whole months of that, and he’d be wearing a shawl and pearls. No Draco was going to have some fun. He was going to take this little town by storm.

Draco quickly pulled out his laptop, and connected to the Internet. A quick search told him that there was a bonfire that night about two miles outside of town by the lake, the perfect place to make his entrance into the sad little country folks lives. Now for the perfect look. Draco thought. It only took a few moments to put together the ensemble. Draco stepped in front of the mirror, and made sure he looked perfect.
He was wearing dark lo-rise jeans that clung to his lean legs, and then flared out slightly at the bottom. His Black track shoes matched exactly, and would be more suitable to outdoor wear than the Italian leather he had wanted to wear originally. His shirt was a black button down with a grey print of some Celtic looking symbols that was almost too small for him. Nice and tight, if he lifted his arms, you barely caught a glimpse of his toned abdomen. Finally, but most importantly was his head. Draco prided himself on his looks. He had a strong jaw, and a slightly pointed nose. Perfectly flawless complexion, he paid too much for acne treatment for it to be any less. His hair was a wheat blonde, and styled slightly messy looking. His entire outfit brought out his piercing blue gray eyes.

He had no intention of sneaking out of his Aunt’s house. Draco also had no intention of asking her for permission to go. He simply walked right past her and out the front door. He jumped into his silver sports car, the one thing he couldn’t leave at home, and screeched out of the driveway, headed to the woods just outside the town limits.


This was right where Draco belonged. He thrived on the pulsing bass and strange sensation of the chill of the air, and the heat of the bodies that were packed tightly around him. Everyone was swaying to the music, and grinding sensually against random strangers. The slim blond could feel himself slipping into the hypnotic state of a dance floor, not being able to breathe, and not needing to draw a breath anyway. Draco lifted his arms up, releasing all his frustrations into the stars above him. Suddenly he felt two hands wrap themselves around his torso. His breath hitched. They were strong hands, very warm. Draco let himself melt into the body behind him. It was bliss. Draco had to see who it was that he was giving himself over to, look into their eyes, and see if they could take him beyond this bonfire. Draco fluidly turned within the arms that were caressing him gently to the beat, and came face to face with the most brilliant eyes in Draco’s little universe. They were a piercing green, with hints of gold that sparkled in the firelight. There was strength in those eyes. Draco opened his mouth to say something, and of course nothing came out. The being holding him just chuckled under his breath.
“ I haven’t seen you around here. Now why is that?” the green eyed boy asked coolly. Draco couldn’t find the words to answer; he was trapped within the eyes of this boy. “ You’re Huetta’s nephew from the city?”
“How?” Draco mumbled, astonished that any of this was happening.
“ Just a little trick of mine” the boy said with a wink. They hadn’t stopped dancing, in fact all of this transpired within just a few seconds. “ I’m Harry. You are?”
He asked with a slight grin. Draco had the bizarre feeling that Harry already knew the answer to the question.
“Draco Malfoy.” The blond managed to mumble. He was dumbstruck by this boy, Harry. He was tall, around six feet, and very well built, with dark hair that he wore in untidy spikes. He was dressed in all black, except for a green undershirt that brought out his stunning eyes.
“ Why don’t we go someplace a little quieter than this?” Harry said at the exact moment that the song ended. Draco knew he had no choice; he just followed Harry in almost a trance, out of the light cast by the fire and into the darker wooded area.
“So do you like it here?” Harry asked Draco in a polite tone that didn’t match the force with which he was dragging Draco farther into the wilderness.
“ It’s alright. I’m stuck here the entire summer, and have nothing to do.” Draco replied. He hated to admit it, but he was getting excited. He had never just let go with a guy like he had with Harry, and he hadn’t known Harry longer than ten minutes.
“ Oh I’m sure something will just grab a hold of you here.” Harry chuckled.
Suddenly Draco felt a surge of panic. He was alone in the woods with a strange boy, who knew random details of his life. This situation was screaming, “ Dead Body recovered In The Woods”

“ Harry?’ Draco asked tentatively, he didn’t want to let him know that he was suspicious. “ Do you know where you’re going?”
“ Yeah Babe, don’t you trust me?” Harry replied without turning back towards Draco.
“Uhmmm” Draco mumbled. As if on cue, Harry stopped, and pivoted around, pulling Draco right up to him. Without warning, Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s. The blonde’s thought process shut off completely. Harry’s lips felt perfect to Draco, Soft, but powerful. Draco eagerly opened his lips, inviting Harry’s tongue inside. The Dark teen complied with a soft moan that caused Draco’s loins to stir.

Draco suddenly felt himself slammed up against a tree, with Harry holding him pinned. He was too strong for Draco to fight, not that he wanted to. The world was starting to spin and melt into nothing for Draco. Everything was going dark with lust. Vaguely Draco could feel Harry’s mouth move to his neck, then there was nothing.