Buses

Wonder- I take full responsibility for the sheer lateness of this chapter. So don't blame Britney... unless you prefer me to her *shifty eyes* haha.
On another note, thank you for all the wonderful reviews, and I hope you'll continue to review, even though it feels like years since this has been updated. But they made me smile!

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Chapter Two

It was a decent night, not too cold for late November. The sky was a magnificent murky grey, and a few bright luminescent stars speckled across the dark heavens. There were no cars on the road, no stray drunks stumbling home, and no old men walking their dogs; not even any teenagers. His heavy breathing and the chirping of crickets was the only sound he could hear. There were tall trees and small bushes planted in random parts of the stone footpath, casting grotesque shadows over it.


Cold wind ruffled his hair and he shivered unconsciously, pulling his jacket closer to his body. Despite the fact that it was still rather early in the evening, it was very dark. There were street lights strewn along the road, which cast a dim, artificial, orange-like light over it. One of the lights flickered, making the shadows look like they were quivering in fear.


“Why is it so dark already?!” Harry growled, walking fast to avoid being mauled and/or raped by the many muggers he was sure were hiding out in the dark alleys. The fact that there was no one on the street, nor were there any dark alleys did not deter him; in fact, it made him want to go faster. Besides, if he didn't get a move on, he was going to miss the last bus home.


The day had not gone his way at all. His car had broken down, and after hours of trying, he found that he had absolutely no idea how to fix it. Now, that would not matter so much if he had a decent ride; which he did not. He had been molested on a bus by a guy he had never met before and he had been asked to stay in class longer so he could complete some of his assignments. To top everything off, it was bloody freezing, which was just the icing on the cake.


He was a sunshine and rainbows kind of person; he couldn't stand it when it was cold. The fact that he had bad circulation didn’t help things, his fingers felt like they were about to fall off. It wouldn't come as a surprise if they had gone blue. He hated buses, hated the weather, and he despised all his teachers!


He looked at his watch and groaned when he realised that the bus would be at the stop in ten minutes. He was not too far away from it, but he didn’t want to risk missing the bus; he wouldn’t have a way of getting back home if he did. Harry broke into a run, ignoring the way something in his backpack kept jabbing him in the ribs every time he moved his arms.


After a few minutes of running, the stop came into view and he sighed in relief, beginning to walk at a slower pace. He looked at his watch again and smiled; he was making good time, the bus would arrive in about five minutes. He just hoped his bus ride wouldn’t be as disastrous as the one he had that morning.


Harry mentally cursed when he saw a tall, dark haired boy sitting on the plastic bench, reading what looked to be an extremely boring book. It was the evil Asian kid who he had had the misfortune of meeting in high school. Perhaps the bus ride would be disastrous after all.


“Dah bien,” he heard the boy mutter under his breath, and he raised an inky brow. The kid was constantly speaking in some language that Harry didn't understand, and he had a habit of always being around when something went wrong in Harry’s life. The boy was the opposite of lady luck, whatever that was. Lady Misfortune?


“This is England,” Harry said, looking at the teen that had his back turned to him “They don’t teach us that language here.” The boy turned and glared at him. Harry could faintly hear the bus; he didn't think he had ever been this happy to hear that annoying sound. Another minute with the crazy kid, and he was going to lose it.


“Jil ba,” the boy replied and stood up. “It means nob, now you know something, which is a first.”

Harry scowled as the bus pulled up, and he watched the teen climb on the bus, flashing the bus driver his ticket. Oh how he wished he would fall in a ditch. Harry rushed in, flashed his ticket, pushing past the much taller teen, and took the seat he was going to sit in, smirking. ‘Take that!’ he thought, grinning.


“Liu mang,” the evil boy growled in whatever language he spoke and sat behind the brunette.


“I’m going to assume you just said ‘I love you’,” Harry replied, smiling good-naturedly, trying not to worry about the boy doing something like pulling his hair now that he had his back to him. Things were really starting to look up. The bus was void of old ladies and screeching babies, so his ears were safe. It was not packed; his sore feet were saved. Moreover, there were no crazy blond people; his sanity would remain intact.


‘There really is a God, and he loves me!’ Harry thought, leaning his head on the cold window, ignoring the many garish signs that boldly highlighted the fact that sleeping whilst leaning on the windows was strictly prohibited. Harry did not care; it wasn't as if he was sleeping anyway, he was just resting his eyes. He yawned, wondering for a second why the normally hard seats seemed so comfortable.

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Harry stirred when he felt something tickling his jaw. The sensation was somewhat pleasant; a light brush over his skin, but it was all together unwelcome. He tried to flick it away, but whatever it was, it was being stubborn, because the tickling did not desist; in fact, it was getting worse. He had to stop himself from giggling.


“Were you dreaming of me?” Harry tensed. There was nothing pleasant about that over-confident voice. The voice sounded closer than he was comfortable with, and he unconsciously shifted away from it. He slowly opened his eyes, begging all the Gods that it was not who he thought it was. ‘There goes my theory about God,’ he thought to himself morosely, glaring at the blond crouched in front of him. ‘He hates me.’


“You!” Harry shouted, pointing a finger at the blond accusingly. He nearly slapped his palm on his forehead when he realised how ridiculous he must have looked.


“Did you miss me?” the blond asked, before scoffing. “Of course you did, I’d miss me too if I were you.”


“You’re really arrogant, has anyone ever told you that?” Harry asked, groaning. The blond stood up from his crouched position, and took the seat beside Harry, ignoring the glare from the brunette.


“I’m not arrogant, I just know my worth,” the blond replied, “But it has come up in conversation once or twice.”


“I wonder why,” Harry muttered sarcastically. “There's a whole load of empty seats, sit in one of them.” But the blonde-haired man apparently wasn’t in the mood to listen, because he just slung his arm over Harry’s shoulder, and pulled him closer to his side. Harry’s nostrils flared as the overpowering scent of honey and chocolate immediately bombarded his senses.


“But finding you here, for the second time, must be destiny. So I'm allowing you to call me Draco,” 'Draco' murmured, arm tightening. Harry scowled and struggled away from the grip, realising Draco was actually rather strong.


“It's not destiny, just my bad luck, why did fate make me meet you? You have a stupid name, by the way. And for God's sake, stop nuzzling my neck!” Harry snapped, pushing at Draco's forehead to remove the man's face from his neck. Draco smirked, grabbed Harry's wrist and pinned it to the seat.


“You're making a scene luv,” he purred, and Harry looked around, wincing at the people who had turned around in their seats to blatantly stare. One woman quickly picked up her child and held the girl protectively in her lap, as if the two men were going to snatch her away.


The bus was deathly quiet.


“Oh hell,” Harry moaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face, which had instantly been flooded with a deep red. Draco chuckled and kissed the top of his head, before sweeping the bus with his gaze and raising a threatening eyebrow.


People slowly started to look away again, and conversation resumed, if a little more subdued, people still wondering what the two men's next move would be.


“You can remove your hands now,” Draco told Harry, who merely glowered through his fingers. Draco leaned down and kissed the hands attached to Harry's face. Harry quickly removed his hands from Draco's lips and sat them in his lap, still glowering.


“You're very fearsome for someone so small,” Draco commented, leaning back in his seat.


“I'm not small! It's just 'cause you're so bloody tall,” Harry snarled. He'd always been sensitive about his height. And who could blame him? He had tall friends who liked to tease him constantly.


“Yes, well, tallness is gorgeousness,” Draco replied, studying his nails. One of them was chipped. He really must remember to bring his nail file with his to work. “Smallness is adorableness.”


“You... adorable?! ... You fucking.... ” Harry trailed off, too angry for words and crossed his arms with a huff. Draco stopped inspected his nails long enough to lean over and peck Harry on the cheek, which was flushed red from anger and embarrassment.


“That is the plan,” Draco purred in Harry's ear. Harry turned his head to stare at Draco with wide, disbelieving eyes. He couldn't believe the prick had just said that.


“W-what's the plan?” Damn, he stuttered. And Draco had caught the stutter, if his wide, Cheshire-cat smile was anything to go by.


“Fucking... a certain someone,” Draco explained, voice getting lower and huskier. Harry let out a strangled gasp and Draco quickly captured his lips in just a chaste kiss. Draco would never stoop so low as to 'make-out' on a bus full of commoners.


“Uh... I...” Harry managed to get out, although his brain has short-circuited, both from the kiss and the words. Only because both made him so angry, of course.


No, there was no stirring of a certain part of his anatomy. Right.


“Mmm, this is my stop,” Draco whispered against Harry's lips, before standing up abruptly, grabbing a briefcase that had been near his feet, and blowing a kiss to Harry.


“Until we meet again,” he said and walked to the end of the bus, biding his thanks to the driver and stepping off. Harry plastered his face to the window, seeing Draco give him a wink, before the bus drove away.


Now that Draco and his foreboding presence were gone, people were staring at Harry blatantly.


“I'll kill him,” Harry vowed to himself.


TBC

Britney: *nervous laughter* Um, I wanted to get rid of something that was really bugging me, sorry for editing!