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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,005
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6
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Draco was … angsting.
He had spent the night before drinking himself to an oblivion. And now he wished he’d waited until today. Harry was asking about relationships. He knew this would come, actually he’d expected it so much earlier that he’d been lulled into this false since of security.
Really he was so over it. This tiptoeing through glass shards whenever he was with Harry. He couldn’t take it anymore.
****
It was Friday night and Harry hadn’t seen Draco since Tuesday. He hadn’t been there in the mornings. And for the first time since he’d gotten the job at the bookstore he’d eaten in the bookshop, with Mark. (And it was still ‘Finals Mark,’ God how he loathed ‘Finals Mark’)
So it was a surprise to him when he opened the door to his apartment that night to find Draco dressed in a black beater, tight black leather pants, black boots (with a sharp high heel?!) and his blond hair was loose underneath his black leather hat. “Can I borrow your leather jacket?”
“Draco!?!”
“Thank the lords! He remembers me! Can I borrow it or not?” He didn’t seem very sober.
“Umm… yeah, I don’t know where it is though.”
“I’ll find it. Get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“We’re going out.” he paused. “To a club.”
Harry hadn’t been to a club since the fire. He wasn’t feeling up to it now either. “Why- What- Are you high?!”
“Not yet.” Draco was in his closet rummaging through the clothes. He didn’t seem satisfied, finally he found the huge trunk that was hidden beneath a pile of blankets in the back of the closet. “Jackpot!”
“He pulled out a long black leather coat” He hugged it before taking a huge breath whispering to it.
“Draco perhaps you should lie down.” Harry was pretty sure he was high, regardless of how he’d answered the question.
Draco was in the trunk again. He pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, a dark green tee and a pair of black boots. He tossed the load onto the bed before grabbing a waist-legnth leather jacket from the trunk. “Get dressed.”
And he left the room. Harry followed him. “Are you off your rocker?!”
“NO! I’M READY TO GO OUT AND I WANT TO GO OUT! AND WE ARE GOING OUT!” Draco was hysterical.
“Dray, you can’t just walk in here and expect me to up and go to the club with you out of nowhere. It’s just not logical at all!” Harry was trying to stay calm… really he was.
Draco had slumped onto the couch. He looked near tears, but he was laughing. “Look at me, Harry! Look! I just want to go out, and I want my best friend to come with me. Is it really that much to ask for?”
“But-”
“I know you haven’t wanted to go to a club since the fire! I’m not stupid okay! But this is ridiculous! I’m sick of pretending like you just don’t like clubbing, that’s a joke! How are you supposed to remember anything when you’re under this big freakin’ shelter all of the time! The Harry I knew was not afraid of fuckin’ fire!”
“WELL, I’M NOT THAT HARRY NOW AM I?!”
“YOU GET IN THAT ROOM AND GET DRESSED! WE ARE LEAVING IN TEN MINUTES!”
“I’M NOT GOING!” Harry shouted as he slammed the door to his room shut. He fell backwards onto his bed. “Ungh!”
He’d never had a fight with Draco, not since the beginning anyway. Draco did have a point about confronting your fears.
Ten minutes later Draco stomped into Harry’s room to find him dressed in the skin tight clothing he had picked out for him in front of his full legnth mirror. “It doesn’t fit anymore.”
Draco smiled and went to stand behind Harry and put his chin on Harry’s shoulder. “That’s how it’s supposed to fit, it’s perfect.”
This moment seemed familiar to Harry but before he could grasp it Draco had pushed him onto his own bed and walked back into his closet. He came out with a weird little carrying case.
“I probably should’ve looked through that closet at some point” Harry commented.
Draco didn’t reply, he grabbed a bottle from it and some goop that he rolled around in his hands before massaging the lot of it in Harry’s hair. He wiped it off on a towel and instructed Harry to shut his eyes. When Harry felt the brush at his eye lid he pulled back and stared at Draco like he was nuts. “Indulge me.” Draco pleaded, Harry finally noticed that Draco’s eyes were already lined, and his skin looked smoother than usual.
“Sure.”
****
When Harry entered the club he wasn’t afraid. More he was surprised. All though there were plenty of couples around, he was mostly surrounded by men who were dancing with men, flirting with men, groping at men and even some that didn’t look like men at all.
Draco dragged him to the bar and ordered drinks for the both of them. He didn’t pay, he had a tab.
To say Harry was shocked would’ve been an understatement. Maybe the heels and the makeup should’ve tipped him off… but they couldn’t have. He’d known (and remembered) Draco for a year and he didn’t know he was gay!
Draco was smiling at him, while sipping his drink. He suddenly knocked it back and ordered another one for him and a double for Harry.
“Surprised?”
“A bit.”
“A bit?”
“Did you really need to go through all this trouble to let me know you were gay? I mean… you’re my best friend. I don’t mind-”
“I know you don’t mind!” Draco snapped. He took a deep breath and stood up. He grabbed Harry’s hand and led him to the dance floor. He snaked his hands around Harry’s neck and began to dance “You never did before.”
His head lay on Harry’s chest (thank the boots!) and Harry’s arm went instinctually around Draco’s middle. Harry wasn’t sure the song that was playing was even a slow song. All he could think at that moment was… ‘Draco sure looks adorable.’
Draco was … angsting.
He had spent the night before drinking himself to an oblivion. And now he wished he’d waited until today. Harry was asking about relationships. He knew this would come, actually he’d expected it so much earlier that he’d been lulled into this false since of security.
Really he was so over it. This tiptoeing through glass shards whenever he was with Harry. He couldn’t take it anymore.
****
It was Friday night and Harry hadn’t seen Draco since Tuesday. He hadn’t been there in the mornings. And for the first time since he’d gotten the job at the bookstore he’d eaten in the bookshop, with Mark. (And it was still ‘Finals Mark,’ God how he loathed ‘Finals Mark’)
So it was a surprise to him when he opened the door to his apartment that night to find Draco dressed in a black beater, tight black leather pants, black boots (with a sharp high heel?!) and his blond hair was loose underneath his black leather hat. “Can I borrow your leather jacket?”
“Draco!?!”
“Thank the lords! He remembers me! Can I borrow it or not?” He didn’t seem very sober.
“Umm… yeah, I don’t know where it is though.”
“I’ll find it. Get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“We’re going out.” he paused. “To a club.”
Harry hadn’t been to a club since the fire. He wasn’t feeling up to it now either. “Why- What- Are you high?!”
“Not yet.” Draco was in his closet rummaging through the clothes. He didn’t seem satisfied, finally he found the huge trunk that was hidden beneath a pile of blankets in the back of the closet. “Jackpot!”
“He pulled out a long black leather coat” He hugged it before taking a huge breath whispering to it.
“Draco perhaps you should lie down.” Harry was pretty sure he was high, regardless of how he’d answered the question.
Draco was in the trunk again. He pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, a dark green tee and a pair of black boots. He tossed the load onto the bed before grabbing a waist-legnth leather jacket from the trunk. “Get dressed.”
And he left the room. Harry followed him. “Are you off your rocker?!”
“NO! I’M READY TO GO OUT AND I WANT TO GO OUT! AND WE ARE GOING OUT!” Draco was hysterical.
“Dray, you can’t just walk in here and expect me to up and go to the club with you out of nowhere. It’s just not logical at all!” Harry was trying to stay calm… really he was.
Draco had slumped onto the couch. He looked near tears, but he was laughing. “Look at me, Harry! Look! I just want to go out, and I want my best friend to come with me. Is it really that much to ask for?”
“But-”
“I know you haven’t wanted to go to a club since the fire! I’m not stupid okay! But this is ridiculous! I’m sick of pretending like you just don’t like clubbing, that’s a joke! How are you supposed to remember anything when you’re under this big freakin’ shelter all of the time! The Harry I knew was not afraid of fuckin’ fire!”
“WELL, I’M NOT THAT HARRY NOW AM I?!”
“YOU GET IN THAT ROOM AND GET DRESSED! WE ARE LEAVING IN TEN MINUTES!”
“I’M NOT GOING!” Harry shouted as he slammed the door to his room shut. He fell backwards onto his bed. “Ungh!”
He’d never had a fight with Draco, not since the beginning anyway. Draco did have a point about confronting your fears.
Ten minutes later Draco stomped into Harry’s room to find him dressed in the skin tight clothing he had picked out for him in front of his full legnth mirror. “It doesn’t fit anymore.”
Draco smiled and went to stand behind Harry and put his chin on Harry’s shoulder. “That’s how it’s supposed to fit, it’s perfect.”
This moment seemed familiar to Harry but before he could grasp it Draco had pushed him onto his own bed and walked back into his closet. He came out with a weird little carrying case.
“I probably should’ve looked through that closet at some point” Harry commented.
Draco didn’t reply, he grabbed a bottle from it and some goop that he rolled around in his hands before massaging the lot of it in Harry’s hair. He wiped it off on a towel and instructed Harry to shut his eyes. When Harry felt the brush at his eye lid he pulled back and stared at Draco like he was nuts. “Indulge me.” Draco pleaded, Harry finally noticed that Draco’s eyes were already lined, and his skin looked smoother than usual.
“Sure.”
****
When Harry entered the club he wasn’t afraid. More he was surprised. All though there were plenty of couples around, he was mostly surrounded by men who were dancing with men, flirting with men, groping at men and even some that didn’t look like men at all.
Draco dragged him to the bar and ordered drinks for the both of them. He didn’t pay, he had a tab.
To say Harry was shocked would’ve been an understatement. Maybe the heels and the makeup should’ve tipped him off… but they couldn’t have. He’d known (and remembered) Draco for a year and he didn’t know he was gay!
Draco was smiling at him, while sipping his drink. He suddenly knocked it back and ordered another one for him and a double for Harry.
“Surprised?”
“A bit.”
“A bit?”
“Did you really need to go through all this trouble to let me know you were gay? I mean… you’re my best friend. I don’t mind-”
“I know you don’t mind!” Draco snapped. He took a deep breath and stood up. He grabbed Harry’s hand and led him to the dance floor. He snaked his hands around Harry’s neck and began to dance “You never did before.”
His head lay on Harry’s chest (thank the boots!) and Harry’s arm went instinctually around Draco’s middle. Harry wasn’t sure the song that was playing was even a slow song. All he could think at that moment was… ‘Draco sure looks adorable.’