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Adult ++
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12
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13,225
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149
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Sweet Merlin
Untamed Heart
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Category: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Language
Summary: When the son of a billionaire take an interest in a local star, will their relationship be doomed to fail even before it begins?
Note: First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for their continued support and patience on this. I know it can\'t be easy when an author up and goes on the run for a while. But, I am back and will be updating again. For most of you who don\'t know, I\'ve been moving (it took more than 3 months -- getting a house built, staying in a rental, moving in, waiting for phone/cable/internet lines to be put in) and having family emergencies left and right. I realize that some of you grow frustrated and feel the need to show it but honestly, as any sane person would say, my family and my real life take precidence over any and all of my writing. Rest assured, I have been writing on this and will update more regularly now. I realize this particular chapter is short but the next few should make up for it since our boys FINALLY get the ball rolling. ;)
Chapter 10
After seventeen years and some months of living, life had
taught Harry many things. Some of them practical: like how to
launder his own clothes and shop bargain prices while still getting
a decent fair; Some of them not so practical: like how to make sure
there was just the right amount of foam on top of a butter beer or
warm a brewed cider to just the right temperature so it has some
bite to it. But, all that aside, one of the things he had learned
and was now reminded of, was: be proud of what you have, no matter
how shabby it is.
Which was what he was currently trying to tell himself as he
waited for the blonde\'s reaction. He didn\'t think he could take the
embarrassment if Draco said something scathing about his current
occupation. Not that he was particularly ashamed of it. Dish washing
and the occasionally bar tending was far better than some of his
friend\'s faired.
He didn\'t even want to begin to imagine what it would be
like to work in Madame Spourt\'s shop as Neville did, though
admittedly the boy enjoyed it. Or, worse yet, work on a dolefully
dull job as bookkeeper like Ron\'s older brother Percy did. Though,
again, the role of bookkeeper was decidedly apt for the stuffy elder
Weasley, who, as Ron put it, \"wouldn\'t know fun if it bit him on the
arse\". But still, it was a matter of principal and pride.
It wouldn\'t have mattered if he hadn\'t have had to work to
support himself, he still would have. After years of subjugation to
his relatives, working of his own free will was a god send to Harry.
In all it\'s forms.
Even washing dishes, other peoples or his own, because he
choose to was like -- tasting freedom. It was amazing. And no amount
of censure from one party or another would make him feel bad about
it.
Yet, he so badly wanted the blonde to approve -- or at least
accept his occupational choice of the moment and not belittle it
like so many had before.
Harry winced, thinking about the times some of his \"friends\"
had teased him about being a dish washer. It had been light-hearted
teasing, to be sure, but it had still hurt knowing that none, not
even Ron and Hermione, knew how much it meant to him to be able to
do what he wanted, when he wanted. To be able to just quit something
if he didn\'t like it. To...have a say in his future that didn\'t
involve some form of servitude.
Harry sighed, rolling his glass between his hands. It was
stupid to think that a boy of Draco\'s status would be impressed by
his job but still...
Even now he could feel the blonde\'s gazing burning into the
side of his face as if he were staring right through him into his
very soul for answers. Harry sighed again, though this time for a
different reason.
He could still feel himself hard and pulsing in his jeans,
not yet brave enough to excuse himself to the bathroom nor to shift
and try to adjust. With Draco\'s eyes on him, he could hardly dare
himself to breath much less move lest the blonde lean forward and
see the hard-on he was sporting.
But, there was nothing to be done about it -- yet, anyway.
Harry licked his lips, braving a glance to his companion.
Draco was staring back at him, eyes unreadable though his
mouth was turned into a smile. \"Ah, so then, I can come here any
time I want and get free drinks then?\" The blonde asked seconds
later, his tongue flicking out to moisten his bottom lip even as his
eyes seemed to darken.
Harry felt his throat and pants tighten in tandem. All
thoughts of worrying about the other boy\'s opinion dimming
momentarily as he stared mesmerized at the other boy\'s lips.
Unthinkingly, Harry found himself licking his own lips, oblivious to
the sharp intake of breath from the blonde.
All he wanted to do was lean forward and brush his own lips
against the boy\'s. Not just for a moment either. No, a brief kiss
wasn\'t what his mind was suddenly flashing on: his body wound
tightly around Draco\'s own as he devoured those pretty pink lips.
Harry flushed, eyes flickering up to met the swirling gray
of the blondes. A shiver raced down his spine. If he didn`t know
better, the blonde looked ready to devour him.
He cleared his throat. \"Yeah,\" his voice cracked, \"something
like that.\"
Harry could feel his cheeks burning, whether from
embarrassment or his own burning need to just reach down and squeeze
himself, just once, just to take the edge off...
Harry\'s cheeks flamed in mortification, suddenly realizing
that one of his hands was moving to do just that. Quickly, he
averted his gaze, staring resolutely at the worn wood on the bar top
as he dropped his hand back on to the bar. Sweet Merlin, one more
second and he would have been touching himself. In front of Draco,
no less.
\"I --\" Harry began but just as quickly fell silent. He
wasn\'t sure *what* to say. Not with his mind so completely filled
with images of withering bodies, smooth creamy skin laid out to be
touched, tasted; marked as his own. Shifting in his seat, he cleared
his throat.
\"I don\'t usually give out free drinks, as a rule,\" He
finally began again, watching for a damning second as the blonde
blinked, darkened eyes swirling from burning heat to confusion and
the back again. He cleared his throat once again before
continued, \"but with you, I\'ll make an exception.\"
A slow, pleased smile spread across the blonde\'s features,
grey eyes sparkling. \"I\'m the exception to the rule then, eh?\" He
queried softly, one delicate eyebrow lifting. \"You`d let me,\" the
blonde swayed forward a moment before seeming to catch himself
before he completely invaded Harry`s personal space, \"have what I
wanted, wouldn\'t you?\"
Harry swallowed. Sweet Merlin.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Category: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Language
Summary: When the son of a billionaire take an interest in a local star, will their relationship be doomed to fail even before it begins?
Note: First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for their continued support and patience on this. I know it can\'t be easy when an author up and goes on the run for a while. But, I am back and will be updating again. For most of you who don\'t know, I\'ve been moving (it took more than 3 months -- getting a house built, staying in a rental, moving in, waiting for phone/cable/internet lines to be put in) and having family emergencies left and right. I realize that some of you grow frustrated and feel the need to show it but honestly, as any sane person would say, my family and my real life take precidence over any and all of my writing. Rest assured, I have been writing on this and will update more regularly now. I realize this particular chapter is short but the next few should make up for it since our boys FINALLY get the ball rolling. ;)
Chapter 10
After seventeen years and some months of living, life had
taught Harry many things. Some of them practical: like how to
launder his own clothes and shop bargain prices while still getting
a decent fair; Some of them not so practical: like how to make sure
there was just the right amount of foam on top of a butter beer or
warm a brewed cider to just the right temperature so it has some
bite to it. But, all that aside, one of the things he had learned
and was now reminded of, was: be proud of what you have, no matter
how shabby it is.
Which was what he was currently trying to tell himself as he
waited for the blonde\'s reaction. He didn\'t think he could take the
embarrassment if Draco said something scathing about his current
occupation. Not that he was particularly ashamed of it. Dish washing
and the occasionally bar tending was far better than some of his
friend\'s faired.
He didn\'t even want to begin to imagine what it would be
like to work in Madame Spourt\'s shop as Neville did, though
admittedly the boy enjoyed it. Or, worse yet, work on a dolefully
dull job as bookkeeper like Ron\'s older brother Percy did. Though,
again, the role of bookkeeper was decidedly apt for the stuffy elder
Weasley, who, as Ron put it, \"wouldn\'t know fun if it bit him on the
arse\". But still, it was a matter of principal and pride.
It wouldn\'t have mattered if he hadn\'t have had to work to
support himself, he still would have. After years of subjugation to
his relatives, working of his own free will was a god send to Harry.
In all it\'s forms.
Even washing dishes, other peoples or his own, because he
choose to was like -- tasting freedom. It was amazing. And no amount
of censure from one party or another would make him feel bad about
it.
Yet, he so badly wanted the blonde to approve -- or at least
accept his occupational choice of the moment and not belittle it
like so many had before.
Harry winced, thinking about the times some of his \"friends\"
had teased him about being a dish washer. It had been light-hearted
teasing, to be sure, but it had still hurt knowing that none, not
even Ron and Hermione, knew how much it meant to him to be able to
do what he wanted, when he wanted. To be able to just quit something
if he didn\'t like it. To...have a say in his future that didn\'t
involve some form of servitude.
Harry sighed, rolling his glass between his hands. It was
stupid to think that a boy of Draco\'s status would be impressed by
his job but still...
Even now he could feel the blonde\'s gazing burning into the
side of his face as if he were staring right through him into his
very soul for answers. Harry sighed again, though this time for a
different reason.
He could still feel himself hard and pulsing in his jeans,
not yet brave enough to excuse himself to the bathroom nor to shift
and try to adjust. With Draco\'s eyes on him, he could hardly dare
himself to breath much less move lest the blonde lean forward and
see the hard-on he was sporting.
But, there was nothing to be done about it -- yet, anyway.
Harry licked his lips, braving a glance to his companion.
Draco was staring back at him, eyes unreadable though his
mouth was turned into a smile. \"Ah, so then, I can come here any
time I want and get free drinks then?\" The blonde asked seconds
later, his tongue flicking out to moisten his bottom lip even as his
eyes seemed to darken.
Harry felt his throat and pants tighten in tandem. All
thoughts of worrying about the other boy\'s opinion dimming
momentarily as he stared mesmerized at the other boy\'s lips.
Unthinkingly, Harry found himself licking his own lips, oblivious to
the sharp intake of breath from the blonde.
All he wanted to do was lean forward and brush his own lips
against the boy\'s. Not just for a moment either. No, a brief kiss
wasn\'t what his mind was suddenly flashing on: his body wound
tightly around Draco\'s own as he devoured those pretty pink lips.
Harry flushed, eyes flickering up to met the swirling gray
of the blondes. A shiver raced down his spine. If he didn`t know
better, the blonde looked ready to devour him.
He cleared his throat. \"Yeah,\" his voice cracked, \"something
like that.\"
Harry could feel his cheeks burning, whether from
embarrassment or his own burning need to just reach down and squeeze
himself, just once, just to take the edge off...
Harry\'s cheeks flamed in mortification, suddenly realizing
that one of his hands was moving to do just that. Quickly, he
averted his gaze, staring resolutely at the worn wood on the bar top
as he dropped his hand back on to the bar. Sweet Merlin, one more
second and he would have been touching himself. In front of Draco,
no less.
\"I --\" Harry began but just as quickly fell silent. He
wasn\'t sure *what* to say. Not with his mind so completely filled
with images of withering bodies, smooth creamy skin laid out to be
touched, tasted; marked as his own. Shifting in his seat, he cleared
his throat.
\"I don\'t usually give out free drinks, as a rule,\" He
finally began again, watching for a damning second as the blonde
blinked, darkened eyes swirling from burning heat to confusion and
the back again. He cleared his throat once again before
continued, \"but with you, I\'ll make an exception.\"
A slow, pleased smile spread across the blonde\'s features,
grey eyes sparkling. \"I\'m the exception to the rule then, eh?\" He
queried softly, one delicate eyebrow lifting. \"You`d let me,\" the
blonde swayed forward a moment before seeming to catch himself
before he completely invaded Harry`s personal space, \"have what I
wanted, wouldn\'t you?\"
Harry swallowed. Sweet Merlin.