Harry Potter and the Cold Hearted Bastard

Author: TheSiner
Title: Harry Potter and the Cold Hearted Bastard
Genre: Romance, Drama and some attempted humour :)
Word Count: ~ 43,000
Pairing: Harry/Draco (main)
Summary: HP/DM, AU, no magic. Draco is a cold-hearted bastard until he finds a mysterious boy without memory who changes his life forever. Love, complicated personalities and unknown past. Repost with changed title. Complete!
Rating: Nothing too graphic.
Disclaimer: These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: slash, OOC, non-magical A/U, non-canon, swearing. Very fanish, not beta-edited. One of those stories that could as well be an original, if it weren’t for the characters. Amnesia is used as a plot device.
Status: Complete

Last revised: May, 2009

The Second Part

***

Draco massaged his temples, trying to rub away some of the tension, which seemed to have gathered in that particular area. He was developing a headache. Besides he was getting nowhere with his work. Most people assumed that he was just a rich boy from old money, who was squandering his ancestors’ fortune. Those people were only partially right. Sure, the Malfoys had always been rich, but they had never been idle. A couple of centuries ago, when most lords of similar station to theirs had gone bankrupt being incapable of adjusting to changing times, Draco’s ancestors had joined the developing bourgeoisie and started making money instead of just spending it.

While outwardly conservative, the family has always been very flexible in all the ways possible. They were survivors.

Nothing much had changed, so while Draco Malfoy had inherited a lot of money, he had also inherited obligations. Some of them he ignored – or he would have been married already. Other’s he didn’t ignore. His company was probably the only thing he really cared for.

However, this was not his day. He couldn’t focus.

If he thought about it, it had not been his week.

Damn the boy!

Oh, but that was probably the ‘best’ part – it was the brat’s fault. Two weeks had passed since Draco had shipped Angel off to Baise’s, which had been the right thing to do.
The boy had started attending Beauxbatons. He had probably made many new friends already and couldn’t care less...

Draco hadn’t seen the brat for two damn weeks. His apartment and his life had been quiet and peaceful.

Wasn’t that exactly what he had wanted? So why wasn’t he happy?

Damn the brat. Why would I care? He’s no one. He means nothing to me.

Draco knew that he had done the right thing. He couldn’t let the boy stay with him; he couldn’t let the boy get hurt again. It had been Draco’s fault. Angel needed someone to look after him, to take care of him. Not that Blaise was much pf a parent material, but he at least cared, he had a heart and he wasn’t a Malfoy.

Malfoys were not good for other people. Nothing good could come from associating with his family. Eventually they made people cry bloody tears. His family were worse than vampires, sucking life out of everything they touched.

Draco was no different.

Angel had to stay away. Draco couldn’t let anything bad happen to the boy who was so sweet, so special and true. And infuriating. It would do well to remember that the damn brat was one of the most annoying people he has ever met. Still, Draco somewhat missed the green-eyed, little monster.

Damn, I must stop moping, like a lovesick girl. Draco berated himself.

***

Later that day, Draco was sitting in his library and sipping on some scotch, which was older than he was, when the phone rang. He picked up cursing the person who dared to disturb his peace.

“Draco, it’s me Blaise,” of course. Who else could it be? Sometimes Draco thought that someone secretly paid Zabini for annoying him for he was doing a great job.

“Listen carefully Blaise. I am not going to repeat this again. If it’s about Angel, then I’ve already said that I am not changing my mind--”

Blaise interrupted Draco’s speech before he could finish it: “Yes, it is about Angel. And don’t you dare to interrupt me, you insensitive prick!” He growled.

“Oh, shut up you…” Draco was not going to listen. He had heard it all.

But his best friend was not going to give in: “No! You shut up and listen! Angel hasn’t come home yet! I thought maybe he went to see you…”

“To see me? No. He’s…” Draco put down the tumbler and stood up. “What do you mean, he didn’t come home! Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes. I know, what time it is,” Blaise sounded annoyed and worried too. “I have no idea, where he is. That’s why I am calling. I thought he could be with you.”

“No, of course he is not here! Why would he want to come to me?” It was denial, but Draco couldn’t accept the opposite.

“Why! You are asking me, ‘why’? You really are a stupid prick, you know! He misses you, you big, insensitive prick! Honestly, I have no idea, why, because you have been so mean to poor boy. ” Blaise grew silent for a moment, to calm down and then continued. “Listen, I think you should look somewhere around your house, you know, roam around a little bit… maybe he is somewhere close.”

“Why do you think he… fine, I will do it, but if I don’t find him, I will call the police…”

Blaise Zabini put down the phone. He was tired. Draco and Angel both had been just intolerable for the last weeks. Blaise had tried talking to the younger boy, but the teenager had just shut himself off and refused to talk about Draco. He seemed to be confused and hurt though. Damn! Blaise had no idea what happened after he left Malfoy’s apartment. He had no idea what was happening.

Draco refused to discuss Angel as well. As for his reasons for making the boy to live with Blaise, they were too vague. ‘I am no parent material, it will be better for the boy’. Please! Alright, there was that nasty incident, but Blaise had a gut feeling that it wasn’t the main reason.

Both men were acting stupid and Blaise had no idea why.

He had some suspicions, but didn’t want to make any wild guesses. One could never know for sure with Draco Malfoy and his equally stubborn ‘cousin’. Honestly, they deserved each other.

***

Draco noticed Angel the exact moment he stepped on the pavement in front of his apartment building. The boy was sitting on the bench on the other side of the street. He looked miserable, defeated; it pulled on something inside Draco. The blond quickly jogged across the street. He was not noticed, because Angel was sitting with his head hung down and he was not paying much attention to his surroundings.

Draco stopped in front of the bench and crossed arms over his chest: “What are you doing here?”

The boy’s head shot up and two wide green eyes bore into Draco. Angel was startled. He had no idea what to answer to that. He had not thought that he would be busted.

When Draco didn’t say anything, but just kept standing in front of the boy and staring, Angel finally worked up the courage to ask Draco the question that had been bothering him for the last two weeks: “Why do you hate me so much?”

Draco recoiled as if stricken: “I… what the hell are you talking about? I don’t hate you. Don’t be stupid. Why do you think I hate you?”

Angel’s green eyes were fierce as they met Draco’s, full of anger, anguish and confusion: “Why did you sent me away then!”

Draco was not sure what to say to that.

Angel continued: “I’m sorry for that night. I’m sorry, Ok? I couldn’t stop him! He was much stronger and… I was startled; I didn’t know what to do!”
It was obvious that the teenager was distraught and on the verge of tears.

Draco found this all disturbing to extreme: “Stop talking like that this instant!” It came out harsher than Draco had intended and startled Angel. A shudder rocked his small body.

Draco took a deep breath and put his hands on the boy’s shoulders: “I had no idea you thought that I hated you… Well, I don’t. I could never hate you. If I hate someone then it is I, myself. I was not able to keep you safe… Did you really think I was angry with you? I am not angry with you. I am angry with… whomever, but it’s not you.
It is not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was that bastard’s fault who attacked you.”

“But I spoiled your party…”

Draco snorted: “Don’t be ridiculous. I couldn’t have cared less for that bloody party.”

Angel looked up, glaring at the older man crossly and pushed away his hands: “Then why are you punishing me, if I haven’t done anything wrong! Why did you sent me away then?”

Draco almost groaned, why was the brat so difficult?! “It is not a punishment,” he gathered all his patience and tried to explain remaining calm. “I just thought that you will be better off living with Blaise.”

“Well, I am not!” The green eyes blazed. “And you could have explained me or said
‘goodbye’ or asked if I wanted to live with Blaise!”

Yes, of course, the boy had a point, Draco had been irrational… he had no idea why… his head was a mess. It had been a mess since the charming nuisance had entered his life. He had panicked for some reason. It had suddenly become unbearable to be so close to the boy; Draco had been afraid that if he as much as touched him, Angel would be hurt, it had seemed so much safer and easier to send him away.

“It’s, Ok,” Angel interrupted Draco’s musings. “You don’t owe me anything… I can understand that I am only an obstacle, if you don’t want me…”

Draco had no idea why, but that statement made his blood boil. That was not true! How could the boy say that!

“I am just a bother to you,” the teenager went on dejectedly. “I can understand that you’d better not have me around…”

Now Draco was outright furious. He grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him off the bench, making him yelp.

“What are you doing! Let go of me!” Angel yelled when he was forcefully dragged across the street.

“Taking you home, damn brat… just… just shut up!” Draco retorted.

***

Later Draco was lying in his bed after he had called Blaise and informed him that Angel was returning home. He had no idea why he had done it. He had just grabbed the boy and dragged him into the lift, in his apartment and now the kid was lying in the room next to his. And… And that actually made him feel good. And bad. And calm. And excited…

Why and how the boy had turned into an irreplaceable part of Draco’s life. Why was everything so messed up? Why was he caught in this whirlwind of all those emotions?

Draco shut his eyes and tried to fall asleep, longing for oblivion.

***

The Next morning when Draco entered the kitchen, saw that Angel was already up and he had toasted some bread, made scrambled eggs, and he could smell fresh coffee… he would never admit it, but he felt much better now. In fact, Draco had not felt so good for ages.

Draco’s lip curled into something akin to a smile that he hid behind the morning paper.

Angel bit his lip. Actually he was dieing to ask if Malfoy had actually smiled, but decided against it; he didn’t want to start the morning by irritating Mister Ice Prince, which would certainly end with a fight.

He wondered how long they would last before yelling at each other. Actually, he didn’t really understand, why he had wanted to return to Draco so desperately, but this felt so right.

Draco sat down, accepted the cup of coffee, and grabbed a toast. He had to admit that he had missed Angel’s coffee. Damn, it! He had to admit that he didn’t mind having the boy around, even if it didn’t make much sense. He looked somewhat cute wearing that dark-blue apron, so domestic.

“So, how’s the school going,” Draco inquired trying to be friendly. Now, when he admitted that he actually wanted the boy in his home, Draco decided that he could also be friendlier and maybe even try to have a conversation with him. It was something new for him, of course.

“Wha— um, it’s fine! Yeah, good, I mean, the school is good,” Angel was a bit taken aback. He had not expected this, this sudden civility. But it was a good thing, right? “I mean, my classmates are nice, mostly. And teachers are Ok, well, except Sn…” The boy bit his lip. Snape was Draco’s friend after all. Why did he have such a big mouth?

Draco just smirked: “Oh, did you want to say that teachers are nice except Snape?”

Angel nodded looking guilty.

“Don’t worry, I know what a bitch Severus can be, especially to his students,” the boy almost choked on his coffee hearing that someone had called one of his teachers ‘a bitch.’

“How do you know Snape?” Angel was curious.

“He’s my godfather,”

“Oh, lucky you,” Angel mumbled and Draco had an urge to smile already second time that day.

“Well, it’s not that bad. He can be very resourceful. He made Beauxbatons accept you without any paperwork,”

“Oh, alright, besides you deserve each other,” the boy could hardly curb his excitement. They had had a civil conversation!

***


Knock! Knock!

“Come in!” Who could it be at the door of his cabinet and library? Of course… who else?

“Draco…” Angel drawled.

“What do you want?” The blond was trying to look through some new projects, which would be approved or rejected, if he decided that they should be carried out or ignored.

“I thought…well, when we went shopping, I saw the park not far from here… I would like to… Can I go for a walk?”

Draco frowned: “It’s getting late. I already sent your driver home. And you are not familiar with the area. You could get lost. Or get in some trouble.”
The thought of Angel alone in some shady park made his skin crawl.

“I am not a small kid anymore. I am sixteen, not six,” the boy retorted.

‘Yes, but you are awfully naïve and sometimes immature and something bad could happen to you and I would miss my coffee… and you… maybe… a little… a walk would be good for my head…’ Draco’s headache was returning. It had been a busy day. Besides, Angel, didn’t look like he would give up. Draco had noticed that he could be like a dog with a bone when he took something into his head.

Draco sighed. He could use some fresh air too: “I will show you the park.”

“Oh! Thanks!”

The boy beamed and almost jumping with joy.

They walked down the street. Angel was looking at everything curiously, his eyes were even bigger at this moment if it was possible. He was wearing a beige hoody and black loose shorts a little beneath knee showing some of his legs that heavy boots made look even slimmer. The boy’s raven hair looked messy, which was kind of cute and made his skin look paler than it was. Blaise was right. He looked feminine, fragile and maybe cute.

‘But why am I thinking about it?’

“Look! Look!” The younger man shouted. “Swings!”

Draco raised an eyebrow: “I think you said that you were at least sixteen not six years old.” He teased.

“Stop being such a grouch! One can have fun no matter how old one is!” Angel shouted and ran to the swings.

Draco sat on the nearest bench watching Angel swinging. He had closed his eyes and there was a peaceful smile playing upon his lips. It was obvious that he was enjoying the rays of the setting sun on his face.
Draco couldn’t hold back smile. Therefore, he turned away. He wouldn’t let boy to think that he liked him or something. The kid was just amusing. Although, Draco didn’t get amused easily, he was not the kind of person.

When the boy had had enough of swinging, he insisted that they walked around the park. “I like twilight. Just before it gets dark,” he said.

’I live in twilight, thought Draco. ’I feel like darkness could swallow me any moment., He didn’t say anything though. He didn’t talk at all, he just watched Angel.

When they got home, Draco was tired. So he wasn’t in the mood and decided not to call any girl that night. So Draco sat on the couch, Angel sank in the armchair, and they watched some TV. They were sitting in relaxing silence.

Later Angel brought tea and some cookies.

“You could be a perfect housewife,” Malfoy teased his younger companion.

“Shut up,” a cookie was thrown at the blond man, who caught it. “Better I’m a perfect housewife than a perfect prick, you know.”

There was a moment of terrified silence then. Harry expected Draco to start yelling.

However, Draco surprised him by laughing out.

At first Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing, then he joined the older man and they were laughing together.

***

Angel was acting weird. It was not as if the boy was not an irrational, unreasonable, probably hormonal and foolish teenager and thus mostly acting weird. He definitely was. Nevertheless, Draco knew the brat well enough. He could tell that something was bothering him.

The blond put aside his business magazine and sighed: “Alright. Tell me, what’s up.”

“What!” Angel was startled, because he had been deep in thought.

“Tell me, what is bothering you,” Draco tried to encourage the boy. In his own way of course; he did not sound particularly encouraging.

“Well…it’s actually nothing important…” Angel drawled.

“So how comes that you are so skittish? Have you done something? Did you blow up Severus laboratory again?”

“No! And I didn’t blow up his laboratory! It was just my experiment,” he sighed then. “Well…there is this girl…” the boy’s face was gradually growing hotter.

A girl? What girl? A girl from the school of course! Somehow, Draco had never thought that there could be a girl. But, naturally, there could be a girl. Angel was a teenage boy, teenage boys liked girls, girls liked boys…, and Draco hated the fact that Angel probably liked some silly cow from his school. Ok, that was too harsh. She probably was nice, but why did she had to fall for his Angel…
No, no… since when the damned brat was his? Draco had never been so protective of someone and so… obsessed with someone. He wanted to keep Angel for himself, because the boy was… no that was wrong. That was so bloody wrong…

“She, well, she,” the boy continued. “Her name is Cho Chang. She’s very nice and she wants to go to movies with me and maybe have some pizza afterwards,” Angel blurted out.

“And what is the problem?” ‘What is her address? I want to go and strangle that bitc…that ‘very nice girl’’

“So I can go!” Angel was torn between being excited and apprehensive.

“Sure, you can,” ‘why would I mind? Why, damn it! But I hate the idea! I want to strangle that girl and I want to lock my Angel in his room and keep there forever. What is wrong with me?’

Angel nodded and went to his room. He had half-expected Draco to say ‘no’. He was a prick after all, wasn’t he? and why was Angel not happier? He hadn’t wanted Draco to forbid him to date Cho, right?

***

“So, I’ll be going now…” Draco’s driver was already waiting for Angel outside. He was not sure why he was hesitating. He wanted to go to his date, right? Cho was very beautiful and a great person… why was the idiot still here standing in front of Draco and fidgeting?

The other man couldn’t stand it anymore: “Get out already! Stop getting on my nerves! You are giving me a headache!”

Angel almost hissed. Fucking Draco Malfoy! Was there anything he cared about? The man could make his blood boil like nobody else. Sometimes the boy just hated that son of the bitch with all his passion!

Angel dashed out of the apartment banging the door.

Draco stayed alone with a glass of scotch and his depressing thoughts.

***

When Angel was returning from his date with Cho Chang he didn’t use the lift; instead, he climbed the stairs. Yes, he was a coward and he was trying to delay the inevitable. However, his feet were unnaturally heavy and refused to hurry up and when the boy had finally reached the door of Draco’s apartment he just couldn’t reach for the handle and open it.

Angel sank down on the floor next to the door and banged back of his head against the wall. What was he going to do now… what?

The date had opened his eyes to a lot of things. When Cho Chang had been sitting in front of him and smiling charmingly, when she had held his hand at the movie theatre and when she had tried to hug him… Angel had realized that the Asian beauty was not whom he wanted. Not at all.
Besides, he had realized that he knew what he wanted very well, that he had known it for a long time already, but Angel just hadn’t been able to admit it to himself, he had been in a complete denial…

The hard question was what was he going to do now? Of course, he couldn’t sit in the lobby all night long. He didn’t want someone to notice him there and start asking questions. That would be so embarrassing.

Angel sighed and got up from the floor.

When he walked inside the apartment, the boy saw that Draco still hadn’t left his chair and glass. Had he truly been sitting in the same spot for almost four hours?

The boy leaned against the wall and looked at the handsome man who had definitely noticed him, but being a stubborn bastard hadn’t moved an inch.

“Hello,” the younger man yielded and spoke up.

The blond lifted his head.

“Hello. You are late, so obviously your date went fine,” Draco’s mood was easily perceptible. He was sour. Of course, he didn’t have a reason to be resentful, but he still was. ’So, what’?

Angel sighed and glided further in the room: “It was nice.”

“Nice?” Draco mocked. “I have been on a great number of dates, but never had a date I would describe as just nice…is she ugly or something?”

“No. She’s actually very pretty…” the teen drawled and dropped on the carpet in front of Draco’s chair.

“Pretty or petty?” The blond chuckled, he was obviously slightly drunk.

“Cho is all right,” Angel sighed, that was true and he was not going let Draco insult the girl, who didn’t deserve it.

“Oh, so she gave you head after all; I hope you didn’t leave a mess in my car…”

That got a rise from the boy: “She’s sixteen you pervert!” Angel yelled.

“And a whore already…oh, children those days…”

Draco didn’t get to finish, because Angel pounced on him clutching sitting man’s shoulders. “Shut your fucking mouth!” The boy shouted.

“Make me,” the blond challenged silver grey eyes boring into green.

“You, you…” the boy stuttered furious at the bastard who was grinning cockily and somewhat maliciously. He was such a… such a… Angel squeezed his eyes shut and pounced at the older man with a feral growl. For a split second, Draco was sure that he would be punched, however, there was no pain, instead of hitting him, Angel pressed his lips to Draco’s.

At first, there was just the touch; then acting purely on instinct the boy started moving his lips against Draco’s. He poured all of his anger and pent up passion into it. Angel furiously sucked on Draco’s lower lip begging for entrance and when it was granted, he bravely dived in and proceeded to explore with his hungry tongue. And Draco was letting him! For once Angel had the upper hand.
A rush of heat shot through the boy’s body when he felt Draco’s hand on his bum pulling him down on his lap and fighting back with his own tongue.

Angel had his hands in the blond hair, which turned out to be incredibly soft to touch… Draco’s hand were massaging Angel’s ass making him want to press closer, to get some friction to relieve his growing need. This was his heaven, this was what he wanted, needed, desired…

“Stop!” Draco pushed the dark-haired teen away. “We can’t…This is wrong.”

“No! No, no, no,” Angel flung his arms around the older man and brushed his cheek against Draco’s hiding his nose in the nape of other’s neck. “It is right, it is what I want, what you want, what we both want, it can’t be wrong…”

Draco embraced the boy on his lap. He was right. It felt so good… Angel smelled like food, coffee, aftershave and himself… no expensive perfumes would ever match this fragrance, Draco tried to take in as much of it as possible, before he pushed the boy off his lap and stood up turning back on his Angel.

“Draco, please…” the boy begged and it was impossible to miss the desperation in his voice.

Draco was sorry, but he cared too much, he couldn’t give in. He has never cared of right and wrong much, he had done what he wanted as long as he had been able to. But not this time.

“Forget about what just happened, because it is not going to be repeated,” Draco stated coldly.

“But…Draco…I…I…” Angel had no idea what to say to the other man to change his mind. He had finally realized what his feelings for the blond bastard were and surrendered to them and now Draco was pushing him away. Why! Draco had kissed him back with equal passion… it was not possible that Draco wasn’t feeling anything!

“You what?” The blond spat, piercing Angel with his cold silver-grey eyes. Seeing the misery on the teenager’s face, he sighed. “Listen, it was a mistake. You are just a kid and I don’t do children.”

“But you kissed me!”

’So fierce, so stubborn, so beautiful and passionate…’ Draco thought with regret.

He smirked then. Deliberately. “Don’t feel so special. It was just a natural reaction; you have a pulse and you smell fine, besides you were very forthcoming.”

Angel was sized in a whirlpool of emotions. All of his hopes were shattered, his heart was shattered…

“You’ll get over it,” Draco grumbled. He was afraid that the boy was going to cry. That could make his determination shatter. “Goodnight!” And with that, the blond fled the room not looking back. He was not going to regret it.

***

Next day Angel almost did not leave his room. His homework had never been done so diligently. Even Snape would not be able to find any faults in it. He had to do something to take his mind off Draco Bloody Malfoy. He wanted to forget the way he had finally gathered his courage to follow his heart and then had been turned down cruelly.

At least Draco hadn’t tossed him out of his apartment this time.

He wondered why.

***

Draco was relieved that he didn’t see Angel the next day. He went out, got drunk and picked up some loose blond at the Hilton Hotel’s lobby bar and spent the night with the girl, trying to forget the green eyes, which were driving him crazy.

***

Angel was miserable. His life was dull. It was like a constant falling, deeper every time as he remembered the moment Draco turned his back on him. He almost wished he hadn’t kissed Draco that night. Almost. Because no matter what, that had been the greatest kiss in his life, the most breathtaking and arousing and… well actually that was the only kiss he remembered, because he still could not remember the most of his life before Draco.

Well that was not completely true, because recently Angel had some strange dreams, which possibly had something to do with his past. He couldn’t tell for sure, because it was all too blurry and he couldn’t remember much after he woke up. Besides Angel was not sure if he really wanted to be able to recall his nightmares completely, because he could remember the feeling. Angel had been scared and haunted. He was not sure if he wanted to find out what had truly happened to him. He was scared of what those memories would bring him and because of that the boy felt guilty, because, maybe, it was his own fault that he didn’t remember. Angel kept seeing the doctor once a week, who regularly tried to convince him, that he should just relax and give it some time and that there was nothing to feel guilty about.

But those were just words. The reality was something else.

Besides there was Malfoy…

His relationship with Draco had been much better before ‘the accident’. They had spent time together, talked and he had discovered the man’s better side. However, now Draco was avoiding him at all cost. He was almost never at home and Angel was pretty sure that the infamous playboy was spending his time with one of those women he used to date. The thought was like a stab with a knife through his heart.

Was it true? Did Draco really didn’t feel anything for him or the arrogant son of a bitch was just pushing him away for some reason?

How could he find out if the man was not even talking to him?

Right now Draco’s chauffeur was taking Angel to a pizzeria where he was going to meet Blaise. He had to talk to someone. People he knew from school were out of question, because they were still thinking that the boy should date Cho Chang. Angel was not interested in the girl no matter how perfect they looked together and he had no idea how to tell that everyone. Cho was pretty, smart, friendly – she was everything someone could want in a girlfriend, but the boy just didn’t feel anything for her, no matter how hard he tried. Maybe he was gay…

“Angel! Come here!” Blaise Zabini waved from a booth in the corner of ‘Franco’s pizza parlour’.

Angel grinned. He liked Blaise. The blond man’s jauntiness was exactly what he needed right now.

“How are you!” Blaise pulled Angel into a tight hug.

“I’m, Ok,” was the boy’s answer. He realised, it didn’t sound convincing though.

“Riiight…” Blaise drawled, having realised the same. He knew that the younger man was not ‘Ok’ from the moment Blaise had laid his eyes on Angel.

“But we will get to that. Let’s order some pizza first.”

When they had finished eating their pizzas, Blaise looked Angel in the eyes with mock sternness: “Now…shoot! Tell your beloved doctor Zabini everything about your problem!”

The boy pouted back mockingly.

“Don’t give me that face! Tell uncle Blaise everything! Is it a girl? Who hurt my boy? Who was the evil witch?” Blaise teased.

“Yes… no… I mean…something like that…” The boy’s cheeks coloured red when he admitted it. “You see, I have very strong feelings for one person. And I think the person returns my feelings, but I can’t get them to admit it…They keep pushing me away and I… I just don’t know what to do! Then again, maybe I am wrong, maybe they don’t feel anything at all…I still doubt it, but I have a feeling deep inside, that they could love me back…” the boy became aware that he was rambling.

Blaise smiled sweetly: “It is easier than you think. If you are sure that the mysterious person loves you back, then you just have to drive them to the wall, you know… make them surrender, put in a situation where they can’t deny their feelings…”

At least that was what Blaise would have done. He was not used to being subtle.

***

Angel returned to the apartment. After the conversation with Blaise he was determined to talk to Draco even if he had to tie the man up to make him listen. He wanted to see if Draco could tell that he was feeling nothing for Angel outright.
The boy dropped his dark blue backpack on the sofa and went straight to the Draco’s room, where the bastard was probably hiding to avoid him.

Angel knocked on the door. No one answered and he knocked louder, but when he still didn’t get any response, he just pushed the door open. At first, he thought that Draco really just wasn’t in his room, probably somewhere having fun with some whore, the boy fumed. And then he heard that a sound of water was coming from the bathroom. Oh, maybe Malfoy had just returned after having fun with some slut. Angel sat on the bed. He decided to wait until Draco was done with his shower.

The young man was sitting and listening to the sound of water, trying not to think of Draco wet and naked, when he heard something from the bathroom. Something like moan or wail…was Draco hurt? It was the first thought on his mind, but then he listened closer and he could fear Draco’s uneven breathing, a gasp, and a moan and: “Angel…” his own name from Draco’s lips while he was…

Angel immediately realized what was happening, his face grew red and he ran from the room.

Yeah, he didn’t doubt Draco’s feelings anymore; after all, he had just heard Draco Malfoy shouting his name while pleasuring himself.

Draco thinking of him while wanking – that was embarrassing and exciting in the same time…

But that didn’t solve boy’s other problem – what was he going to do to make Draco give in and admit his feelings?

***

Angel needed a plan. He knew that there was something he could do to make Draco give in and admit his feelings. However, the boy was slowly loosing his patience.

Angel had tried walking around half-naked. But he was getting cold and it only made him feel embarrassed and stupid. Besides, Draco even didn’t look in his direction and fled the room immediately. He had to think of something more sophisticated than that.

Or rather something more drastic. He had to corner the blond bastard, which, unfortunately, was easier said than done.

But then an opportunity presented itself. It came in a form of an invitation to a costume party that Angel found on Draco’s desk. And then came the plan. The boy was not sure, where from, but one moment he was looking at the golden script of the invitation and the net, he already knew, what he was going to do.

Angel called Draco’s office and talked to his secretary pretending to be one of the people who were hosting the party calling to check if Mr. Malfoy was really, really coming, yes of course he was coming.

“Ecellent,”

Angel just needed to find a way to secure an invitation for himself and he was also going to need a costume…

This was going to be a busy week. But he was ready to do much more, if only it worked…

***

Angel had easily obtained an invitation to the party; it turned out that many things could be solved by just calling the right person. He ringed up the company, which was organizing the party and introduced himself as Mr. Malfoy’s assistant who had to inform them that Mr. Malfoy had lost his invitation. The person on the other side of the phone was really helpful and promised to send him another one. Bingo!

Now Angel just needed to get into his costume and he was ready to go. It was not an easy task. Angel still wondered where he had gotten the idea. He was feeling silly, but he hoped that it was going to be worth the effort. So Angel put on the gloves grabbed the mask and he was ready to go. The taxi was already waiting for him downstairs.

He stopped by the door and took a deep breath, not quite believing his own daring.

***

Draco was lounging on the sofa next some exotic plant and watching the masked people who were spinning past him. Naturally, he was not wearing a costume, because Malfoys just did not fool around that way. Instead, Draco was wearing a black tuxedo. Ladies obviously appreciated more than all the cavemen, pirates and princes.

It was unfortunate that Draco was not in the mood to appreciate the ladies.

The blond was slightly drunk. Sadly no matter how drunk he got, he just could not completely forget his problems. But he was trying anyway. And Draco hoped that maybe after a couple of glasses more he would start finding some of the women attractive.

People around him were enjoying themselves. They were loud and cheerful. Some obviously thought that the fact that they were wearing costumes made them unrecognizable and they could do whatever they wanted. Clowns, princesses, vampires, priests and hookers were dancing and drinking. The entire crowd was crazy and colourful. Occasionally someone tried to catch Draco’s attention, but without any success.

It was almost annoying; since when Draco Malfoy cared whom he fucked as long as they were pretty enough? What was wrong with him?

He scanned the colourful crowd. Too tall, too blond, a redhead, no, a gypsy, he didn’t like gypsies…

Then suddenly his gaze stopped on someone and he was unable to make his eyes slide over them.

It was an angel.

Not his Angel, but an angel nonetheless. He noticed a pair of incredibly long legs clad in white knee-length lace-boots and white stockings, small white shorts, and white, feathery wings. The creature’s face was half covered with a mask, so Draco could see only the mouth, but what a delightful sweet mouth it was; those soft pink lips just begged to be kissed until they turned red… The angel was also wearing a white wig and elbow-length lace gloves. Gorgeous… Simply gorgeous.

Something about the stranger had captured Draco and wasn’t letting him go. The blond had decided. He had chosen. The mysterious angel was going to warm his bed tonight.

Draco stood up, glad that he was still sober enough to walk straight. His sight was a bit blurry and the room was spinning around him some, but he was one of the lucky bastards, who could pull off being plastered, but looking only slightly tipsy.
He confidently stalked towards his prey. The creature that looked slightly confused and lost in the noisy crowd. The blond smirked; he was ready to save the poor girl from her loneliness.

“I see that you are not enjoying the party, is something wrong?” Draco approached the angel.

“No…no, I don’t know…” the creature stuttered startled by the sight in front of him.

Draco smirked: “Come, let’s have a drink, together.”

He grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled him over to a darker corner where he was drinking, without giving him a choice. Yes, Draco had realized that the angel was actually male. But he had beautiful, long legs and Draco had not slept with a guy for some time now. He didn’t mind it at all right now. Also, for reasons, which he refused to contemplate.

“Sit down,” the blond ordered. “I’ll bring you martini, you like martini? Right?” The boy just nodded shyly and Draco went to the bar to get drinks for them both.
When the blond returned, he slid down on the couch sitting down very close to the boy and handed him the drink.

“You are very beautiful,” Draco whispered huskily, his lips brushing against the younger man’s ear. The lithe body, which was pressed to Draco’s side, shuddered and the blond felt it.

Mmm, so sweet

“So, you like me too,” Draco teased tracing his finger along his companion’s jaw line.

“Yes, but…” the boy stuttered.

“But what?” Draco took a sip of his drink.

“But… you know… I… I am… not a girl,” the boy finally managed to get past his lips. It was a bit overwhelming to be on the receiving end of Draco Malfoy’s attentions.

Draco laughed and took a hold of the boy’s chin and looked in his eyes: “Of course you’re not, silly.” Then the blond pecked the boy’s lips. The angel smiled.

Draco marvelled at boy’s incredibly long legs, he allowed one of his hands rest on a slim thigh. He looked up, younger man’s grin had frozen, but he didn’t do anything to stop Draco’s advances.

“So, what is your name, beautiful?” Draco inquired. The boy was beautiful and Draco was almost sorry that he was a bit drunk and the picture was somewhat blurry.

“What would you like it to be?” The boy answered question with another flirtatiously.

“Mmm,” Draco leaned down to kiss boy’s neck. “Should I call you ‘candy’, because that’s how you taste...?” The blond let his tongue travel. “You taste so sweet.”

Angel’s breath caught. He hadn’t known that Draco Malfoy could be so… sweet… Draco was great and his tongue on Angel’s neck was even better.

Yes, the flirting was lame, but Angel couldn’t help himself… damn, he had thought that he was going to have to do something to attract the blond, but Draco had approached him on his own, that only proved it. They were meant to be…

“If you keep kissing me, you can call me every name you want…,” the boy breathed out shakily.

“And I am not even kissing you for real yet,” Draco stated turning other boy’s head and attacking his lips.

The kiss left Angel breathless.

“I know what I call you,” Draco continued. “I will call you ‘Angel’; that’s who you are after all. You remind me of someone I know with that name…”

“Who?” The boy got uneasy.

“He is a boy, like you, only younger,” that calmed Angel’s nerves. He had already thought that he was busted. “He is also beautiful,” Draco went on. “very beautiful… But…it is impossible... he is far, far away from me…”

“Why?” Angel couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Why? Because he is not for me, he is too good for a bastard like me… But let’s not talk about that tonight. Come here…” Draco smirked and pulled the boy into his lap.

***

Draco was hungrily devouring his newest acquisition with his lips and hands. This felt like coming home. Even if it was not his Angel, this creature was a gift from heaven and also the sweetest meal he had ever tasted.

Angel had forgotten everything; he was heaven high from Draco’s kisses and touches. It was absolute bliss!

“Listen, my pretty, why don’t we take this somewhere more private,” Draco suggested when he had managed to pry his lips away from the boy’s mouth. “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard my sweet Angel.”

Those words washed over the boy as if someone had emptied a bucket of ice water on his head. Angel instantly regained control over his senses.
What was he doing? Acting like a whore and Draco apparently thought he was a whore and treated him as one. It was not he, whom Draco wanted to spend time with, it was just a nameless fantasy, just his body, and it was not him, whom Draco was kissing with such passion. Draco wanted to fuck him, and Angel was not sure if he was ready for that. No! He wasn’t. not now, not like that. He wanted to make love, not fuck and he wanted Draco bloody Malfoy to know whom he was making love to.

This was not what he wanted. This was wrong, very wrong on many levels.

“So what do you say to that?” Draco repeated his question not aware of his companion’s musings and licked the boy’s fingertips, which was possible, because he had freed his angel of one of the lacy gloves during their make out session.

Draco didn’t have any doubt of what the boy wanted, but it was polite to ask. The only problem was that he couldn’t take the boy home. With his angel there? No way…

“No!” Angel suddenly shouted and scrambled out of the blond’s lap startling him.

“I can’t! Sorry, I just can’t! Have to go!” The boy looked at Draco for the last time, turned around and started pushing his way through the crowd.

“Wait!” Draco called after the angel, but the boy was too quick. Draco continued looking for the mysterious youth, but no one had an idea who he was or where he had gone. Draco Malfoy was left alone with a single white glove in his hand.

***

When Draco came home that night, he walked upstairs and stopped by Angel’s room. The man lifted his hand as if wanting to knock, but then let it fall down again. No. He could not open that door. That door was going to stay closed for him forever. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to tear it down right now.

Draco returned to his room and stretched out on his bed. Then Draco pulled out the glove from his pocked and pressed to his lips.

He could have anyone he wanted. However, there were two people Draco Malfoy really wanted right now; one he did not allow himself to have. The other… he didn’t know where to find the other; he even didn’t know how he actually looked like. God, but he desperately wished that he could have that little slut… what had bitten the boy? He had been so ready and then suddenly--

Draco sighed. What was with him and young men recently?

***

In the same time, Angel was lying in his bed and crying in the pillow. He didn’t know what to do anymore. He wanted Draco so much, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t eat, and he couldn’t sleep. Draco was so close and so far, in the same time… longing was killing him. Tearing him apart.

Tonight had been wonderful. Like a fairy tale where he walked in the ball and got his prince. Only the parson in the mask had not been him. What did he proved? That Draco wanted his body?

Now Angel couldn’t return the costume, because one glove was missing. He wondered where he lost it. But actually, that was not so bad, because it meant that he would be able to keep something to remember everything what had happened that night. Maybe he was torturing himself, but Draco had kissed and caressed him as if the man really loved him, or at least Angel could pretend that Draco had loved him for the moments they had spent together.

Yes, actually it was just pretending, because it had not been him who Draco had kissed with such passion. If it was possible then Angel was jealous of himself. However, he had realized that it was not what he wanted, because he did not want to cheat and lie, to pretend that he was someone else, even if the prize was Draco Malfoy.

The bitter truth was that right now Angel was even worse than before, because he had just tasted and now he knew what he was missing.

***

Next morning both men had a misfortune to meet in the kitchen. Of course, Angel was the first there, but he did not even look at Draco when the man entered the room. Draco could not look at Angel either; he was suddenly feeling extremely guilty about everything he had done on the previous night. That made him angry, because it was irrational and stupid, but that was exactly how Draco was feeling and the lack of self-control made him even more irate, if that was possible.

Angel was just hiding his face, because after all the crying last night, it was not a pretty sight. His eyes were still red and puffy. He could not let Draco see him like that. Ugly. Disgusting. Miserable. The teenager was being silly, but that was how he was feeling. So Angel hung his head over his coffee cup ant tried to pretend that he was invisible or somewhere else.

But the dark-haired boy could feel the Draco’s presence in the kitchen and it was suffocating, annoying, infuriating…

“I HATE YOU!” Angel sprang to his feet and shouted at Draco.

That was completely unexpected and the blond spilled his coffee all over his shirt: “What! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“No! Not me! There is nothing wrong with me! What’s wrong with you!?” Angel had no idea what had come over him, but he wanted to get it out. He couldn’t stand this anymore.

“There is nothing wrong with me…” Draco began, but Angel didn’t let him finish.

“Then why can’t you look at me! Why do you avoid me? Why don’t you talk to me? Or kiss me? Or touch me!”

“Why would I want to do that? Maybe I don’t share your silly teenage fantasies?” Draco was a Malfoy and he knew that the best defence was an attack.

“Like Hell you don’t!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yesterday you told me something different,” Angel bit.

“What? What about yesterday?” Draco was very confused, he had not done anything, and he had not seen the boy yesterday.

“Was you that drunk, Draco,” Angel knew that he was being vindictive and that was ugly, but he could not help himself, he was furious. “Here! Does this remind you of something?” The boy dig in his pocket threw a lace glove at Draco and left the room. He was going to let the bastard suffer. He wanted him suffering right now. He wanted the bastard feel the same pain that he was feeling. If Draco’s black heart of ice was capable of feeling anything at all, of course. He was not sure if it was.

But as soon as Angel had closed his bedroom door behind him it was forcefully pushed open and Draco barged into the room. Apparently, the blond was extremely angry.

“You! Yesterday… tell me that it was not you!” Draco was horrified.

At the moment the anger that Angel was feeling was stronger than his pain. He just dropped on the bed, folded arms behind his head and smirked: “Oh, you are so smart after all. I just can’t believe it!” The boy mocked.

However that was a mistake, because Draco had been already pissed off and now he was going mad. He grabbed Angel by his foot and pulled out of the bed making him fall on the ground.

“Oh! What are you doing, you jerk! It hurts!”

“And what do you think you were doing last night! How dare you…”

“What!” The boy sat up. “What did I dare? I dared to do what you wanted to do all along, but couldn’t, because you are a coward!” Angel accused.

Draco’s eyes blazed: “Don’t call me a coward!”

“But you are a coward! You are so afraid to let someone close to you than you don’t even try! You don’t even give them a chance! You just take the easy way! You run and hide! Coward!”

Draco’s anger changed into something else, something much more dangerous. “You don’t know anything about me,” he stated and it sounded almost like a threat.

“You are right, I don’t, because you are not telling me,” the boy’s voice had turned pleading, his anger had suddenly deflated. “Why don’t you let me in?”

Draco sank down on the floor and hung his head, hiding his face in his hands: “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered weakly all the anger suddenly gone.

Angel crawled closer to the other man, grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the carpet: “Why do you think you are going to hurt me?”

“Because…because…” Draco stuttered, suddenly at loss of the words. “Because, I am a Malfoy.”

Angel put his arms around Draco and pulled him in a tight embrace: “You are not a Malfoy, you are Draco,” he insisted.

“You don’t understand…” Draco whispered weakly.

“Then explain me damn it!” The boy ordered and begged in the same time.

“Malfoys are perfect and strong. Love makes people weak and weakness is imperfection. Imperfection is unacceptable…”

Angel brushed his fingers through Draco’s silky hair: “That is stupid.”

“Probably,” the blond admitted. “I just…I can’t give you anything…”

“But you can! Just let yourself…”

“I will probably hurt you and you are too young…and there are hundreds of other reasons…I can’t. I don’s want to ruin your life.”

“Draco, look at me! Please!” Angel begged and the blond looked up.

“Draco, I love you,” Angel admitted looking in the man’s eyes. “Your rejection is only thing what hurts me,” the boy wrapped his arms around Draco clinging on him: “Please, stop hurting me! Allow yourself to love me back…”

“I am not able to love…”

“Whoever told you that! I love you and I can’t be happy without you…please,” Angel took hold of Draco’s head and forced the older man to look in his eyes. Their eyes locked together and they forgot about everything melting and blending in their kiss.


***

Angel was warm and happy when he woke up next morning. Why not to be? He was lying next to the man he loved. The boy smiled to himself and snuggled closer to the handsome blond who was now his boyfriend. At least that what the boy called the gorgeous blond in his mind.

Draco grumbled and opened his eyes. Such eyes… silver grey, adorned by long lashes.

“Did I wake you?” The dark-haired boy sounded slightly worried.

“Yes, you did,” Draco drawled. “But I am not angry…not at all…” with that, the man gently attacked boy’s lips.

“Wait!” Angel protested. “My morning breath…” But blond’s kiss shut him up.

After five minutes of kissing and grouping Draco decided that they should better go and find some breakfast, before they went too far: “Mmm…Angel…hey…it’s enough…we should eat…” It turned out that the boy was the one who didn’t want to let go now. ‘Teenage hormones,’ Draco smirked.

“What!” Angel pouted.

“Nothing, brat,” Draco was still smirking.

The boy narrowed his eyes: “Don’t call me that. And I know when you are thinking something nasty!”

“Hey!” The boy yelled when Draco threw him over his shoulder and carried the giggling teenager out of the room.

He knew that he was probably going to hell for this, but Draco could no longer resist his Angel.

***

“I should not be doing this,” Draco whispered in a husky voice.

“Why not?” Angel asked slightly annoyed.

“Because you are only sixteen, but I am an adult who is supposed to be your guardian…” Angel’s lips silenced Draco’s ramble.

“Shut up, Draco, yes, I know we are probably breaking some rules, but until no one knows…and technically you are not doing anything. It is all me. I talked you into it. I am forcing you…”

Yes, technically Angel was right, Draco was not doing anything, he was just lying back on the sofa while the green-eyed incubus was straddling and kissing him. Of course, he did not mind and did not protest much.

“Stop thinking Draco,” Angel commanded, stopping his oral assault. Draco rolled his eyes. “I know that you were thinking too hard and your unhappy thoughts put me off the mood!” The boy complained impishly.

“How can I stop thinking when I am probably molesting my sixteen years old cousin?”

“We already agreed that it is me who is doing the molesting. Besides, I am not really your cousin and we haven’t done anything like that yet,” he meant that they haven’t had ‘real’ sex yet.

“Well, I can’t stop thinking about it, Angel. You are important to me and I don’t want to hurt you,” Draco sighed.

Angel’s expression turned serious: “I know. But you are not hurting me. If you ever will, I will tell you, I promise. But know…” the boy smiled mischievously. “Shut up!”

And the lip attack continued.

***

Blaise wondered why Draco was in such a good mood. It was as if aliens had stolen the man and brainwashed him. It was almost disturbing.

“Hello, Miranda,” Blaise greeted Draco’s dark haired secretary. “How are you today, gorgeous?”

The girl smiled back, she adored her boss’s only friend as much as all of the ladies from Malfoy’s office stuff, because it was impossible not to love the cheerful man who always brought life everywhere he went. “Oh, I am doing just great recently! Maybe you know what pill Draco has been taking, so we can make sure he doesn’t run out of it?”

“Oh…” Blaise was slightly disappointed. “That is exactly what I wanted to ask you.”

“So that is why you are being so nice,” the girl drawled. “And I thought you liked me!”

Blaise pouted in mocked indignation: “Of course not! How could you think so badly of me! ”

They both laughed, but Blaise still had to find out what was happening with Draco. It was not his business. But something like that had never stopped him before.

After all, it turned out that Draco’s secretary was useful. Blaise managed to find out from Miranda that Draco had stopped dating (if it could be called dating). Suddenly, abruptly. He didn’t make his secretary call any girls and refused all invitations from women who called him. That was something unseen. So, could it be? Was it possible that Draco had started dating a single person? The infamous playboy and cynic Draco Malfoy, who didn’t want to bother with relationship and didn’t believe love?

It was more possible that Draco was on drugs.

Blaise just had to find out.

***

There was a knock on the door and Angel’s heart skipped a beat. From excitement! His honey was home!

“I’m coming!” He shouted. “Is it you, Draco? Did you forget your key! Or you just wanted…oh, Blaise?”

The blond sighed and rolled his eyes: “Damn, Angel, is this how you greet your best friend!” It appeared announcing himself as people’s his best friend was Blaise’s hobby.

“No! No, sorry Blaise, I was just… ehe… expecting someone else, to be honest.”

“Oh, no! You are cheating on me with another man!” The blond exclaimed in mocked despair.

“No… I just… Zabini!” Angel shouted reproachfully. Making him blush was not nice.

“You are so fun to tease, I couldn’t stop myself!” Blaise grinned. “Just look at you! A gay man’s dream, such a perfect, cute boy-house-wife. And I can bet that whatever you are cooking, it’s also edible.”

Blaise’s comment made the boy blush even harder. He was wearing shorts that showed off his long legs, small tank top and an apron. Yes, definitely cute.

The blond man followed Angel to the kitchen.

“You can stay for the dinner. Draco is not home yet, but he should be soon,” The boy offered.

Blaise frowned: “So Draco is having diner at home? Since when?”

“Yes… since… some time ago,” Angel replied almost too innocently.

Blaise didn’t buy it.

“Angel,” he was suddenly serious. “What is going on here?”

“Going on?” The boy turned away to hide his expression which probably showed how nervous he had gotten. “Nothing! Nothing is going on. What do you mean?”

Blaise almost groaned. Whoever taught the boy lying did a sloppy job.

“Now I know for sure that something is happening, has it something to do with Draco?” It was random, but when Blaise saw the way Angel’s back stiffened, he knew that he had hit the bull’s-eye. “It is about Draco and you,” everything started making sense. All the tension between those two and all of the fighting and snipping made sense now. “Oh my God! There is something between you and Draco.”

The bowl Angel had been holding shattered on the floor.

“Oh, God, Angel,” Blaise groaned. “Have you any idea what are you doing?” The man sounded truly worried.

“Yes, I have,” the boy retorted weakly.

“Well, it looks, you don’t!” Blaise’s voice had gotten angry and stern.

Angel’s own temper flared up. “What do you want me to say!” He turned and looked at Blaise crossly.

“I don’t know,” Zabini admitted sighing. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I am not going to get hurt,” Angel insisted stubbornly. Why did everyone insist on babying him!

“How do you know that?” Sadly, knowing Draco, Blaise just couldn’t imagine any bright future.

“How do you know anything?”

Blaise didn’t get a chance to answer, because they heard the apartment door open. The older man was the one who left the kitchen to meet Draco looking at Anger pointedly as if ordering him to stay in the kitchen. The boy sat down on the one of kitchen stools and prayed that Blaise was not going to ruin his relationship with Draco.

***

Angel could hear some muffled arguing and yelling coming from the library. He just bit his lip and kept setting up the table as if nothing was going on. He had decided that they could eat in the dinning room that was usually not used.

So he put out the plates and glasses and napkins and some fresh flowers…

Finally, the library door opened and both blonds walked out of the room. Their cheeks were tainted with pink, so they were both apparently angry. Angel had to admit that seeing an angry Blaise was pretty strange. He had never imagined that the man could get angry at all. He was always so gay! (pun intended)

However, now he was also cross with them both: “I hope that discussing me behind my back hadn’t spoiled your appetite, because now we are going to eat.” The boy announced in no-nonsense voice.

Draco and Blaise looked each other in the eye and instantly came to understanding; the boy was scary when he was truly angry and they were going to have a very good appetite. Or else… They did not want to know.

***

After they had finished eating without mentioning any touchy subjects and Blaise had left Angel walked to Draco and put his arms around him hugging the man’s waist from back: “What did he tell you?”

“He is worried about you,” Draco explained. “He is afraid I will hurt you. I can’t blame him.”

“Draco, stop,” Angel sighed. He didn’t want to hear the ‘I am not good enough for you’ crap again. Or ‘we Malfoys are all evil bitches’ thing.

“You are exactly the one I need. You are making mehappy.”

“You keep telling that so often… Maybe one day I will start believing you,” Draco smiled and turned around to kiss the boy.

***

Angel was worried. His relationship with Draco was great. They were talking, fighting, making up, and making out. Draco had admitted that he had never told anybody so much about his life and his family. Actually, everything about his life had been about his family.

Malfoys were old money. Draco could tell what his relative’s names and occupations had been for generations. That meant Draco had a lot of history, reputation and expectations to live up to. It was impossible not to hate it all for anyone who was at least marginally independent.

Angel realized that Draco Malfoy had been a lonely child whose parents had given him everything except their love. Everything he did was just a façade, he did what he was expected to do, met people he was expected to meet, and dated girls he was expected to date. Maybe it sounded cruel, but Draco had to admit that his parents’ death in an airplane catastrophe had made him free. Only after loosing his parents, Draco was finally able to do what he wanted… Draco was feeling somewhat guilty for feeling so much relieved. But that was a fact.

He missed mother sometimes, yes. His father had been a fine piece of art and Draco was sure that the world was better off with him gone.

But then he had realized that he didn’t know what he wanted…no, even worse. There wasn’t anything he really wanted. There was nothing. His life was meaningless… He could have everything. Every woman. Every car… but it was all meaningless.

Until Draco had met his Angel.

For the first time he knew why he did what he did. Draco wanted to wake up in the morning, because he knew that every new day was another day with his Angel. He couldn’t believe how much he had changed. Sometimes Draco was feeling like a lovesick fool. It was almost becoming embarrassing. He wanted to go home as soon as his working day was over and spend some more time with his lover even if they were doing nothing as long as they were together. Angel was everything. The centre of his life. Draco had never imagined that he could fall in love. And fall so deep… He was pathetic and didn’t mind that at all.

Everything Angel found out about Draco made him love the man more. But only one thing was nagging him. The boy could not stop wondering why Draco didn’t want to make love to him for real. The only person he would try asking was Blaise.

But Angel just couldn’t ask Blaise! He was already worried about their relationship, besides Draco had told Blaise that they were not having sex. Damn! That sounded almost like a promise. Was Draco going to wait until Angel turned eighteen for sue or something? Oh, no that was not good, because they were not sure about his age. Angel could be fifteen (not that he believed that) or he could be eighteen or he could be somewhere in-between. If Draco wanted to wait for three years to be sure – Angel would die!

***

Angel had planned a nice Saturday with Draco. They were supposed to eat breakfast, go for a walk or see a movie and make out. A lot. But it was not meant to happen, because Severus Snape was coming for dinner.
And Angel even couldn’t complain, because considering that the man was someone Draco considered his only family, there was nothing he could say or do if he didn’t want to be an insensitive boyfriend who made his man to choose between him and his family.

However, it was going to be hard. Snape hated Angel. The boy had no idea why, because he had not done anything to cause it. Of course, chemistry was far from his favourite subject, but he was not the only one who hated it. But Snape hated him more than he hated other students and the git wasn’t hiding it.

From the first day, the bastard ho was also Angel’s chemistry teacher was picking on him. Snape was actually the only one who had given the boy detention, without an actual reason naturally. The man just hated Angel and made it very clear that there was nothing the boy could do to change that.

On top of everything, he and Draco would have to hide they relationship. So right know Angel was stuck cooking the dinner for the greasy git. The boy wondered if he could get away with spiking Snape’s desert with some laxative… that would be fun. Because the dinner itself was not going to be. ‘I am doing this for Draco,’ he had to remind himself all the time.

When the food was almost done Angel changed into a pair of black pants and a nice dress shirt, but he was not going to wear a tie. Not for the bane of his existence!

***

Angel had been right. Severus Snape had managed scowling at the boy several times before they had even sat down at the table.

“So, Draco,” drawled Severus. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I can’t,” the blond answered, looking at the dark-haired boy kindly. “But Angel can and he does it very well. I am afraid he is going fatten me up.”

This was a good opportunity to complement Angel’s cooking, but of course, Snape was not going to do that. The boy snorted mentally. He will see pigs fly before hearing a kind word from the man.

“And how is your business going?” Snape inquired ignoring the boy.

“Good. Like usually,” Draco replied arrogantly and started telling Severus about the stock market and some successful deals he had made recently. Well his work was also a part of Draco’s life, but Angel still could not bring himself to be interested. So instead, he was concentrating on eating and sneaking glances at Draco, trying not to be too obvious. He was in love after all! Being in love made him want to look at his beloved with starry eyes! Time after time Angel was getting apologetically smiles from Draco. Draco feeling sorry for him was sweet… And it was just one evening after all.

After they had finished the dessert (without any laxative, even if the boy had been very much tempted), Angel was left alone, because Snape wanted to talk to Draco alone. Great! What a marvellous Saturday evening.

***

Angel hadn’t suspected a thing, because Severus Snape knew how not to be obvious, but Draco was in trouble and he knew it, because he had known the man for his whole life. The question was – how much trouble.

“Draco, do you think I am blind or stupid?” Severus asked looking at his godson sternly.

“What do you mean?” Draco tried to look as guiltless as he could manage.

“You know what I mean. The boy and you! What is going on here? Explain!” Snape ordered.

“Nothing you should concern yourself with,” Draco stated, having decided to play it cool.

“Oh, really, my godson is dallying with some teenage boy, one of my pupils let me remind you, and I should not be worried at all! Try again!” The dark eyes were full of anger.

“It is not your business,” Draco insisted. He hated meddling and he hated when someone thought that he had a right to voice their opinion concerning his choices.

“Not my business!? Of course it is my business, because you are my godson and the boy is my student!”

“So what are you going to do? Call the police? Tell them that I am molesting your underage student?” Draco knew too well that Snape was not going to do such thing.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I don’t care about the brat. What is wrong with you! He is a boy and he is sixteen!”

“Is that’s what you worrying about? That he is a boy? Are you worried that I am with a man and I won’t get married and continue the precious Malfoy line?”

“Of course not! I am not your father, Draco,” then Severus sighed. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. What is going to happen when someone finds out about your affair?”

“No one is going to find out anything. Why do you hate him so much!”

“I don’t hate him,” Snape was stubborn as hell.

“You do. Tell me why?” Draco insisted.

“Fine, I can’t stand the sight of him, but that is not about me. It is about you. I already told you, I am worried about you. The boy can’t be good for you!”

“But He is! He is good for me! Better than anyone. I have never met anyone like him… I don’t understand why… but he is the only one I really want…” now Draco was begging for understanding. Severus was the only one whose acceptance and opinion was actually important for Draco. “Sometimes he makes me so angry and I want to strange him, but then he makes me so happy… it’s heaven! I don’t need anything else when he’s there, I don’t want anyone else anymore, and he is changing everything!”

Snape leaned against the table and closed his eyes. He had never imagined that he would hear such sappy words from his godson’s lips.
The man was wearing a pained expression: “From all the six and something billions of Earth’s population you have to choose that… Well, I guess I can’t do much about that then, you never listen to me and I doubt that this will be the time. Do what you want, of course, but I have warned you.”
Severus rubbed his temples tiredly: “You want me to teach the brat? Stand in the front of the class knowing that he is fucking my godson?”

Draco smirked: “You have a very active imagination, Severus. And I am not sleeping with Angel.”

The teacher raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. Then he made a dismissive gesture and left the apartment without another word.

***


”So, what did he say?” Angel inquired later when he and Draco were lounging on the couch together.

“He is afraid that I am molesting you,” Draco smirked.

“Oh, then maybe we should prove him right?” The boy teased slipping his hand under Draco’s waistband.

“Angel!” The hand was instantly batted away. “Don’t!”

“But I want tooo…” The boy whined.

“No, you are not ready for that yet,” Draco stated.

“But I am!” Angel shouted.

“No, you are not,” Draco insisted. “Get up and go to bed. Alone! And hurry! It’s a school day tomorrow.”

***

‘Damn you, Draco’ Angel thought lying on his bed alone. Draco had insisted that they kept sleeping in separate rooms even if the boy had argued that they could just sleep together without any monkey business. But Noo! ‘Mr. Let’s Do The Right Thing’ was not listening. It was not fare! Draco Malfoy had been an immoral playboy for all his life and now he suddenly had decided to become an honourable man. And honourable men didn’t have sex with their underage boyfriends. Stupid git! Honourable men did not have underage boyfriends in the first place! Angel was glad that Draco had not thought about that yet. Or he had decided that he could live with that.

They say that love makes one better, well, Angel was not completely happy with this goody-Draco because he was not getting any. He had to do something. He needed a plan!

***

Everything was planned out nicely. He had cooked nice, light meal with a chocolate mousse for dessert. Angel had got rid of the table in the dinning room and put everything on the dark red blanked and piled many cushions there. He had lighted up scented candles and put fresh flowers in the vase. It was like a picnic in dim light. Now he was struggling with his costume.

“Angel, where are you!” The boy heard his lover’s voice. That meant that Draco had come home and discovered his surprise. Now it was time to make an appearance. Angel grinned.

“Sit down and wait! I am coming!”

And there he was walking through the door. Angel smiled at Draco seductively (he hoped). And Draco was… and Draco was… laughing!

Tears welled up in his eyes… Draco was laughing at him! Angel turned around ready to dash from the room. Luckily, Draco realized that he had done something terribly wrong and ran after him.

“Angel, I am sorry,” he grabbed the teenager’s waist not letting him leave. “I am sorry, you just look funny!”

“You don’t like it,” the boy was feeling really affronted.

“Of course I do like it, you are really pretty, it’s just strange,” Draco leaned down to kiss the boy’s cheek from behind.

That was true. The boy’s attire was ore than slightly unusual. He was wearing a dress with ruffled skirt, an apron and stockings. It was the classical French maid’s costume.

Draco seated the boy besides him on the cushions. “Everything is great, your dress, it was only unexpected,” he explained.

“Well, you liked me in the angel costume, so I thought you would like this too and…I thought men liked naughty maids…”

Draco had to smile at that. Life with Angel was never going to be boring. That’s for sure. Then he got suspicious: “Honey, are you trying to seduce me again.”

The boy pouted again: “And what if I am! What’s wrong with that! We love each other, we are together, but you don’t touch me…,” the boy sounded hurt.

Draco groaned. The boy had no idea how much he wanted to touch him with all his being… especially right now when he was pouting, looking so sweet and vulnerable. Almost feminine and girly…it was so damn sexy. The boy was asking to be dominated. But Draco was afraid. Angel was too important to him. However, he knew that he couldn’t also refuse the boy forever.

“How about a compromise?” Draco inquired licking his lips.

“What compromise,” Angel couldn’t imagine what compromises there could be.

“This compromise,” Draco stated and pushed the boy down on his back drawing up the frilly skirt.

“Draco!” Angel yelped.

The blond just smirked fingering the lacy hem of the boy’s underwear: “Mmm…what a nice panties you’ve got here Mon Cheri, but they will have to go…”

Angel was about to protest, but every coherent thought left his mind when a gentle hand encircled his member and a moist mouth followed it.

***

“Well, I guess today we started with the dessert…” Draco sat up licking his lips and pulling Angels skirt down. The boy was still lying on the blanket and breathing heavily.

“What?” The blond teased. “Never have had a blowjob?”

“Wow! That was amazing,” the dark-haired youth finally managed to get past his lips. “Oh, I hate you!”

“Hate me?” Draco was confused. “I give you a blow job and you hate me? For what now?”

“For not doing it sooner, you jerk!” Angel sat up and shoved his boyfriend playfully. “Do I need to… to…” the boy shyly pointed at Draco’s ‘problem’, which was quite prominent.

Draco smirked. Angel was ready to have sex with him, but not to talk about it. No. Draco corrected himself. That would not be just sex; they would be making love. To answer Angel’s question Draco shook head. He had enjoyed pleasuring his young lover and it was enough for now. Maybe for the first time he was being unselfish and he liked it.
He wanted to reach for a star and bring it down to give his Angel. He was in love.

***

Angel was exalted! Finally! His Christmas break. That meant that he would be able to spend more time with Draco. When his schoolmates were asking what he was going to do for holiday, Angel grinned. He couldn’t help himself. He was staying at home. Probably he would manage to make Draco to have sex with him… Blowjobs were fucking great, of course, but he wanted more.

When Draco’s chauffeur as usually picked the boy up, the boy noticed that they were taking a different route: “Hey? Where are we going?”

“Monsieur Malfoy’s orders. Gonna be a surprise,” the chauffeur was obviously not going to say more.

It was a fancy restaurant. ‘Great! He could have warned me!’ The boy grumbled, looking at his student’s uniform.

“How can I help you?” A snobbish waiter inquired politely eyeing the young man disdainfully. ‘Hell, what was with those people! They just worked there, not owned the place.’ Angel just couldn’t see the reason why the man was so full of himself.

“I am here to meet Mr. Malfoy,” Angel smiled snidely. “I am his nephew,” he added to stress his importance.

That immediately changed the waiter’s attitude. His smile grew wider and sincerer and the boy was met with more courtesy.

Draco was already waiting for his lover in a private booth. Draco was sitting there so calm and collected, so perfect – his suit, tie, boots, hair, expression. Seeing Draco like that always made Angel want to tear off blond’s clothes and do something to make him loose the perfect composure.

However, Angel was satisfied to see how Draco is seemingly cold and impassionate eyes lit up when the man noticed him. Oh, how he loved Draco’s eyes.

“Missed me, Mister Malfoy, or there is a bagel in your pocket” Angel teased.

“Naturally, Mister Black,” Draco smirked.

When they were finished with their food Draco suddenly stated that they should probably leave, because they had a lot to do tonight.

The boy furrowed a brow: “What do you mean?”

“Well, we nee to pack our bags of course…”

“Why?”

“Because tomorrow we are leaving for London,” Draco smiled seeing excitement on his young lover’s face.

“Really! London! We are going to spend our holiday in London?”

“Yes, of course, I have an apartment there…”

***

London was great. Angel loved it. He felt like returning home. That made him suspicious. Maybe he had been in Great Britain before? After all, his English was better than his French – it felt more natural to him.

They had flied with Draco’s private plane, which had been extremely luxurious and making-out-friendly.

Draco’s flat in London however was completely different from the one he had in Paris. It was somewhat old fashioned. There were even four-poster beds! Angel thought that it would be romantic to spend a night with Draco on a four-poster bed, if only he could get Draco to spend a night with him.

They wasted the day sightseeing and shopping, of course not for as long as they had done with Blaise, thank you very much! But they bought a couple of very interesting things. One of them Angel put on that evening when they went clubbing. It was a collar, like a dog’s, but not dog’s. It was amusing, Angel liked the fact that he could imagine that he was Draco’s pet or something. There was no doubt about who was the dominant in their relationship and they both liked it that way. More than that – Draco’s possessive hand on the small of his back it sent shivers up the boy’s spine.

Angel could not remember if he had ever been in a club. Therefore, he was terribly excited and was clinging on Draco’s hand, because there were many people and he was afraid to get lost. Malfoy had paid the bouncer some extra for not checking Angel’s ID and they had entered the club without any problems. Draco had explained that this place was not actually very legal, so they didn’t pay so close attention to rules. Besides, they kept paparazzi out of there, so they did not have to worry about being spotted.

The place was huge. They were several halls with different music. People were talking, dancing and drinking. It was loud, but Angel had to admit that it was very cool. So he took over the initiative and dragged Draco by his hand into the club.

“Draco! It is great!” Angel spoke excitedly on the other man’s ear.

“Really,” Draco smirked. But he was very proud for being able to make his young lover’s green eyes shine with excitement. “Let’s sit down I will get us something to drink,” The blond seated his companion on a sofa and walked over to the bar.

When they decided to dance it turned out that Angel was not sure how to do it. He had not done it after his memory loss, so Draco had to show him. And the blond was very pleased to do so. In the end, they danced pretty close, which made people turn heads and Draco painfully excited, when Angel was rubbing against him, so in the end the blond proposed to sit down. That was not a solution, because as soon as Draco was in a sitting position, the boy crawled into his lap.

“Angel,” Draco groaned. “You are driving me crazy; if you don’t stop this right now I am going to ravage you right now on this sofa.” The boy was straddling his lap and his every move made Draco’s ‘problem’ bigger.

That made Angel’s ears burn a little: “Sorry. But don’t be shy, go ahead!” He giggled when Draco’s fingers brushed against his ticklish ribs.

That moment the boy looked past Draco’s head and his eyes locked with someone who was staring at him as if he was seeing a ghost. Angel smiled at the stranger and turned his attention back to his lover’s neck.

After a couple of minutes two people, a guy and a girl, were standing in front of Draco, Angel didn’t see them, because he was busy sucking on the blond’s earlobe. Gently. To keep things from heating up too much. Draco raised a brow at the strange couple in front of him. They looked as if they wanted something from him.

“How can I help you?” Draco inquired and Angel noticing that Draco was talking to someone also turned his head around.

There was a quite tall red head and a bushy haired girl and both were staring at the couple intently.

“Harry?” The girl was the first to speak up.

Angel frowned: “Hello? Are you talking to us?”

“Harry, is it you?” Hermione Granger asked desperately.

“No… I am not Harry, my name is…not Harry,” the boy was confused. How should he answer if he didn’t know what his real name was? It could be ‘Harry’ for all he knew.

Draco however was starting to think. He sat up straighter and made his companion slide off his lap. Angel pouted. He had been very comfortable as they were.

“Do you think he is someone you know?” The blond inquired coldly putting on the perfect Malfoy mask. His mind had started generating numerous possibilities.
“Yes…I don’t know. He looks like our friend, but I guess Ron just…sorry, he can’t be Harry.” The girl grabbed redhead’s arm, ready to leave.

“Wait!” Draco ordered. His Angel could be anyone as far as he knew. Draco was tempted to let them go and keep Angel only for himself, but he loved the boy enough to do the right thing.
“Angel, please go, get us a couple of drinks, Ok, I need to talk to these people alone for a minute,” Draco asked. The boy looked doubtful. He had a feeling that something important was happening right there under his nose and Draco was trying to let him out. “Please,” the blond leaned down and whispered in boy’s ear gently. “Trust me,” that did it. Angel trusted Draco with his life.

“Please sit down, we need to talk,” Draco waved to the equally confused pair as soon as his love was out of sight.

“What is happening here?” The girl was obviously the one in charge.

“He has amnesia,” Draco started explaining. “We met seven months ago in Paris. He had hit his head and didn’t know what his name was or where he came from. He doesn’t remember anything from his life before the trauma. Since then he had been living with me. That is why I need to make sure if you really know him. Are there any specific features, a birthmark or a scar… something special about your friend? Something that proves his identity.”

“Harry has a scar,” Ron blurted out. “On his forehead. It looks like a lightning bolt. You can’t see it usually, when the hair’s over it.”

Draco was quiet for a moment. It was hard to admit, but the facts were the facts, it was obvious. “My… the boy has a faint lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead,” Draco stated simply.

“What!” Ronald Weasley shouted almost jumping up from his seat. “Is he… Harry? It’s really him?”

“Oh, God, it is really him…” the girl was also shell-shocked. “I knew that two people couldn’t be so similar we are just used to see him with glasses…but…what is Harry doing here and why was he sitting with you as if you were…”

“Lovers?” Draco finished for her. He was not going to let the girl make him feel bad for his relationship with Ang… Harry. The boy’s real name was ‘Harry’… one thing was that he was feeling bad because his conscious was telling him that he should feel bad, but another that he was feeling bad, because other people told him to. “Yes, we are lovers,” Draco confirmed - it was true, because even if they hadn’t gone all the way yet, but well, they have done enough to be called lovers.

The pair was shocked: “Do you know that he is only sixteen!”

“You, you… paedophile!” The redhead spat looking as if he was ready to pounce at the older man.

“And I thought, he was probably fifteen,” Draco smirked. That made the other man even angrier. The girl had to hold him back.

“Harry has family! They have been looking for him for months! Why were you hiding him! We were almost loosing hope! We…we will take him with us right now!” Hermione was close to yelling.

“No, you will not take him. And to answer your question, I was not hiding him on purpose, I only let him stay with me,” Draco stated, his voice low and dangerous. “He doesn’t know you, because he doesn’t remember you. He will not want to go with you. I will have to explain first. Besides, you are apparently not his family. Who are they by the way?”

“They are James and Lily Potter. We will call them now!” The girl shouted. “And the police! You will have to let Harry come with us! I will not allow you to keep him from us!”

Draco narrowed his eyes: “I know that A…Harry will have to return to his family. I am not going to kidnap him. However, at first I will explain him everything. You will give me your phone number and tomorrow I will call you and tell my address, when I am ready and when Harry is ready.”

“How dare you! You use him, you pervert and then you make the rules!”

That moment the dark-haired boy returned with two drinks.

“Harry!” The red head stood up. “Harry, do you know me? It is me! Ron!”

The boy looked utterly confused and he was: “No. I am sorry. I don’t know you. Why are you calling me ‘Harry’? Draco?” The boy looked at the blond questioningly.

“Because it is your name Harry,” Ron insisted.

The boy turned to Draco in confusion. Draco’s heart was breaking. He knew that he was doing the right thing, and he was doing it, because he loved the boy. However, he knew that it was going to be hard for both of them. The boy stepped back from the strangers and sat down next to Draco.

“Angel,” Draco looked in his eyes. “There is something very important we need to discuss, love. I promise, I will explain you everything. I think we should do it at home, not here. Could you please wait for me at the exit?”

The boy nodded and went away, eyeing the strangers suspiciously.

Then Draco turned to the pair: “Take my card, there is my private number. Inform Potters and call me tomorrow. Tonight you will have to leave us alone. You should be reasonable and understand that he doesn’t remember you right now. I don’t care if you like it or don’t, but he is very attached to me and if you will try to take him away by force, he will be quite upset. If you know him, you should know how stubborn he could be. I don’t want this to harm him more than it will. I will not allow it. Take it or leave it. That’s all you are getting right now.”

“But…” the young woman tried to protest.

One look from Draco shut her up. There was dangerous glint in his eye: “Listen to me, little girl, if I wanted, I could have him on my private plane and out of this country before the police would even get her. You would never find us, if I wanted to get lost. I am not going to do that. He will return to you. Be grateful and do as I say,” with that Draco walked away not giving them a chance to make objections.

***

The ride home was spent in silence. Draco was tortured by depressing thoughts. He knew that he would have to give up his Angel whose name was actually Harry, who had his own life and friends and soon he was going to get it all back. Draco hoped that there could be still place for him in that life.

The boy was leaning against his lover and hugging his waist as if he were afraid to let Draco go. Angel was waiting when Draco would be able to talk. He had figured that the people in the club knew him and knew the part of his life he himself had no idea about. He was not going to press Draco. He was not sure if he wanted to know. What was going to happen now?

TBC

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