Harry and Draco's Great Adventure

HPOV

 

Slowly waking up, the first thing I noticed was the warm body pressed against my back. Smiling slightly, I edged my way out of bed; careful to not disturb the young elf behind me.

 

"Harry?" A voice still thick with sleep called to me.

 

"Hey, Dray. Didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." Dray had already sat up; rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, mouth opening into perfect, pink "O".

 

"Once awakened, I'm up, Harry. Don't treat me as if I'm a child." Two stormy grey eyes glared at me from underneath a nest of long, platinum hair.

 

Looking at the 15 year old, I could have never guessed his age if he hadn't told me. Not with his perfect posture and air of maturity. Or his beauty.

 

Dray had to be the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. Rivaling any elf in existence, Dray was Adonis incarnate. Fierce, cat-like grey eyes; striking against his pale skin. Impossibly pink lips that were usually spread in a comical smirk. Platinum blond hair flowed straight down his back. A lean, fit body as graceful as a willow tree; a gait that showed he was clearly experienced in combat. The young incubus caught the attention of anyone nearby, irritating the shit out of me for some reason.

 

"Helloooo?! Earth to Harryyyy! What's the matter with you?" A warm hand cupped my face and I looked up to see Dray kneeling in front of me on the bed; eyebrow raised and smirk in place. "Welcome back, Armstrong. How was space?"

 

"A little to dry for my tastes. Nice view though." Moving away from the bed, I headed towards the bathroom. "You should come with me one day."

 

"I'll think about it!" I heard him yell as I stepped into the shower.

 

10 minutes later, I walk out to see everything packed up. Confused, I go into the living to see Dray looking oh-so adorable with his hair tied up and sleeves pushed to his elbows, scrubbing the floors. Looking up, he caught me looking at him and raised one eyebrow delicately.

 

"We are leaving in two days, right? It's rude to just up and leave with the place looking like a pigsty."

 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm goin' to make breakfast, any requests?"

 

"Waffles. You do know that when we're done eating breakfast, you're helping me." Clearly it wasn't a request but a command. Looking back down, Dray continued to scrub the floors; leaving no option to argue.

 

Grumbling about what I could help him with, I began to make breakfast.

 

2 DAYS LATER

 

"Oh dear, are you sure that's enough food? You're a growing boy and too skinny for your own good. Both of you. Ugh, get rid of that silly bandana, Harry, you look ridiculous. Are you sure those clothes are warm enough? It does get mighty cold at night and you don't want to get pneumonia. Just two seconds while get you a sweater-"

 

"Mrs. Weasely, please. We'll be fine, I swear it. Can we go now? The faster we leave, the closer we get to the next town before dark." Of course, that wouldn't stop us, considering that we both can see pretty good in the dark. But anything that would get Mrs. Weasley of our asses was welcome. Being the worry wart that she was, Mrs. Weasley saw danger in anything and fluttered around me and Dray; not letting us leave til she thought it was safe.

 

"Well, alright. I wish you a safe trip, boys and don't start any trouble. The boys also give their farewells. They begged me to let them see you off but they had work, of course."

 

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley. We understand punctuality very well and we would like to uphold that. We do have a schedule to follow." Irritated by Mrs. Weasley's constant talking, Dray was ready to go and hated the time we were wasting.

 

"Sorry boys, be on your way now. Come back anytime." Waving us away, she gave us an understanding smile.

 

Walking away quickly, I let out a sigh. Leave it to Dray to indirectly insult somebody without them even knowing it. Glancing at the young elf, I remembered the conversation we had only a few weeks ago.

 

He told that he ran away from home. At 15. And is a prince. An Elfin Prince. Naturally, I was pissed, but not at him though. At myself, for letting a stranger into my home and not knowing a damn thing about him. I could hear Master yelling at me now:

 

"Potter! You're too nice! One day, that one person you saw the 'good' in will come into your room while you sleep-completely unaware-and slit your throat with a smile on his face. And then what will you do?! Lose that kindness, your heart. Become the one that smiles while slitting the unexpected throat! You are a ninja! We have no emotions. Remember that!"

 

Losing my emotions. Snape was right. It was the one thing I could never do. Luckily, Dray wasn't any type of threat to me. Now we're pretty much best friends…if not more. I don't know how I feel about Dray, but whenever he's near…Well let's just say one man shouldn't feel so comfortable so close to another man.

 

Glancing over at him again, I guess that liking him wouldn't be so bad. He's as pretty as a girl. He's really funny and witty and smart; he's an elf so he can keep up with me pretty good and is just as silent as I am. Plus, he's tall-6 feet even to my own 6'5-he was the perfect height-

 

No. I shouldn't be thinking things like that. I don't think he would like it a lot if I just suddenly jumped him.

 

"-don't you agree?" Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that Dray was looking at me with an expectant look on his face.

 

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Dray said with a sigh.

 

"Not a damn word."

 

"I said the landscape around is beautiful."

 

"Oh. Oh! Yeah...gorgeous."

 

When I said that, I realized that I wasn't talking about the land…

 

hp/dm…hp/dm…hp/dm

 

"Harry! Oi, Harry!"

 

"Hmmph?"

 

"Get off! Ah! Harry stop it! Get off!"

 

"Ahn?"

 

"DAMMIT HARRY WAKE UP!"

 

"Huh?" I wake up face-to-face with a very pissed of Draco. Turns out that when I fell asleep, I unconsciously wrapped myself around his body. Carefully I untangled myself from his body, blushing deeply the whole time.

 

"Sorry, Dray. I-I had a nightmare and I… I guess I just…Sorry…"Draco's face softened and he put a hand on my arm.

 

"S'okay, Harry. You just surprised me a bit, that's all. Come on. It's about time we got up anyway."

 

Me and Dray were in a small clearing, about a day's walk from the next town. We would have made there by now if we hadn't stopped but we were both tired as hell and decided it was best to go the next day.

 

Looking around, I realized that we didn't even unpack our sleeping rolls and fell asleep on the grass. At least it was soft grass and not coarse or else Dray would've complained about it irritating his skin.

 

"Oi! Get up, you lazy bastard. We don't have all day; I want to get there before nightfall. The bugs around here keep biting me and irritating my skin." Okay then, not the grass but bugs.

 

2 HOURS LATER

 

"Dray, let's play a game."

 

"Okay, like what? 20 questions?"

 

"Ok! You go first!"

 

"…What's your full name?"

 

"Harry James Potter…But sometimes my master calls me The Boy Who Lived. What about you?"

 

"Draco Ignatius Malfoy. How did you meet your master?"

 

"Well Ignatius-"

 

"Don't even think about it."

 

"Ok, Ok. See, my parents were killed when I was a baby and I grew up with my mom's sister, Aunt Petunia , her husband, Uncle Vernon and their son Dudley-"

 

"Dudley?!"

 

"Speak for yourself, Ignatius. Anyway, nobody in the family liked me and tortured me as much as possible without alerting the neighbors. Hell, I even lived in a cupboard. When I turned eleven, my Aunt Petunia took me out. I didn't even think to ask her where we were going, was just excited that she finally took me out somewhere Instead of leaving me cooped up at home. Anyway, she dropped me off somewhere in the mountains-by a creek-and left me there. Next day, I was lucky enough to be found by master who, at the time, had went into the mountains for a little peace. He figured out that I was abandoned and took me in. Ever since then, he trained me into the man I am today." Shrugging, I looked over to Dray only to find him with his fists clenched and tears in his eyes.

 

"Ho-How could anyone do that to somebody? Especially to a child. Why…why would someone do that to-to anyone?!" Looking at him, I saw for the first time Dray being completely pissed off. It was nothing compared to when he was annoyed by me. The air around him stirred, creating a tiny whirlwind surrounding his feet, and the leaves and grass beneath every step he took dried up and died.

 

"C-calm down, Dray. It was almost seven years ago. I'm completely over it. No need to get so mad."

 

"BULLSHIT! Those bastards-how-why-. HARRY! How can you stand there so calm after what they did to you?!" Whirling around, Draco stood in front of me, preventing me from walking. "HARRY!"

 

"Whoever said I was calm, Draco? I want to go there and beat them to a bloody pulp as much as you do." Stepping closer, I pulled Dray into a hug. "But what good would it do me? It would make me just as bad as them. And I definitely don't want to be like them, Dray. I don't want you to be like them."

 

"I know." His whisper was so faint, I had to strain to hear it. His arms tightened and he looked up at me as I looked down at him. "How are you so good after all that?"

 

I gave him a slightly evil smirk, "I am far from good, Dray. You don't even know the beginning of it, you know."

 

A snort. "When are you ever 'bad', Harry."

 

"Oh I don't know. I want to be bad…all the…time…" My words slowly drifted off as my gaze slowly fell to his lips.

 

Those lips curled into a frown, then they moved. "Harry? Are you alright?"

 

I was so mesmerized by those lips I didn't even answer. Quickly, before I lost my confidence-or rationality-I leaned in to capture those lips.

 

Cinnamon and vanilla burst into my mouth and with a groan I pressed my lips harder. Dray's mouth opened with a small, surprised gasp and I took advantage of that to deepen the kiss, lightly brushing my tongue against his. The cinnamon and vanilla taste grew stronger and I pulled Draco closer against my body, nearly crushing him.

 

I thought I felt Draco's arms tighten around me, but I thought I was just deluding-learnt that word from Dray-myself. That is, until he suddenly responded to my kiss with a moan of his own and suddenly we were in a delicious dance of tongues in battle. I absently noted that at some point we fell to the ground.

 

All I could hear was our heartbeats and heavy pants. All I could feel was his lips on mine, our tongues rubbing together. All I could taste was his cinnamon-y and vanilla mouth. His skin smelled sweet and smoky at the same time. With my eyes closed, all my senses were twice as strong.

 

Time passed. How much I don't know. The only thing I thought about was Dray's soft lips moving with mine, his hands lightly brushing my back under my shirt. My own hands were on his waist, almost possessively, as if he would just up and leave me any moment. Which he could, and that scared me.

 

Slowly, reluctantly, we both stopped. I raised my head just enough to look into his eyes, lips faintly touch each other. 'Wow'

 

"Wow."His voiced echoed my thoughts.

 

"Yeah."

 

"So…" Dray looked up at me, eyes filled with want but knowing that we have to stop and start heading towards the town again.

 

"We have to go but…later." My voice was filled with so much want and need that below me, Dray shivered in anticipation.

 

Standing up, we dusted ourselves off and headed towards town in silence. Niether of us knew what to say.