Smokin' Hot

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So naïve, Potter.

Draco’s last words replayed in Harry’s mind as he walked along the sidewalk, kicking a pebble as he went.

The bright spring sunlight beat down on his back, already growing to be quite warm, despite the fact that it was only March. The flowerbeds he passed were full to bursting with bright colors and green foliage.

Harry had left the school ten minutes ago, after jerking himself out of his shock. He had cleaned himself up as best he could. He had sneaked out of the school, luckily unseen by any teachers. He hadn’t wanted anymore attention than he had already garnered that day.

Now, as he walked along, staring at the ground, he thought back on Draco’s words. So naïve… What did that mean? Harry kicked the pebble in frustration and it bounced too far ahead of him, rolling off the sidewalk and into the street.

He sighed as he passed the pebble where it lay, halfway in the middle of the street. A car went rushing past him and right over the pebble. Harry looked up and saw that he was nearly home, if you could call it that. It was a house, at the very least. Whether or not it could be considered a “home” was whatever your definition of home was.

To Harry, it wasn’t a home; it was just a place where he slept at night, managed to get some food because apparently he had to be kept alive, and somewhere he kept his belongings.

He walked up the cement walkway to the front door, wondering what kind of reprimand he was going to get for being late. Normally, he would be sent to his room simply because his aunt and uncle didn’t care to watch him mope.

Pushing open the door, he stepped in carefully, listening for any sound of his aunt, uncle, or cousin. He heard nothing, though, and shut the door behind him, standing in the foyer.

The house was immaculate as always, and the bright sunlight streamed in the large windows in the front. The coat rack was empty, as it usually was in the summer, but it wasn’t summer. It had just been unusually warm lately. The umbrella stand next to the door held two umbrellas that hadn’t been used for months.

Harry was about to go upstairs when he heard aunt Petunia’s high-pitched laughter coming from the kitchen. Intrigued, Harry made the quick decision to find out what was going on. He knew he probably shouldn’t, since the safer route would be to simply bypass it all and not risk getting in trouble for coming home so late.

He couldn’t help it, though, as his curiosity got the best of him and he turned, making his way quietly to the door of the kitchen. Pushing it open slightly and peering inside, he saw Aunt Petunia sitting with Dudley and some girl he had never seen before.

Aunt Petunia was handing the girl tea and laughing about something while Dudley grinned stupidly. Harry raised a disbelieving eyebrow as the girl accepted the tea graciously, smiling at Petunia.

From what Harry could tell, the girl was with Dudley. The girl was actually fairly pretty, with dark hair and hazel eyes. She wore a modest school uniform much like Dudley’s; a knee-length plaid skirt and blue polo shirt.

Harry couldn’t believe Dudley had managed to get someone like that, let alone any one at all!

He rolled his eyes and turned from the door, only to run smack dab into Uncle Vernon.

“Uncle Vernon,” he said quickly, his mind jumping to the fact that he’d just been spying on Dudley and his wife.

“Why are you so late, boy?” Vernon barked, causing Harry to jump.

“I was at school,” Harry replied shortly. He wasn’t afraid of his uncle; he’d just been taken by surprise by his appearance.

“What were you doing at school that kept you this late?” Vernon asked, eyeing him suspiciously with his beady eyes.

“Well, if you really want to know…” Harry said carefully, dragging it out so that Vernon would get the idea.

He was right and it worked. Vernon’s eyes got wider for a second and his face began to turn a light shade of purple. “J-just go to your room,” he ordered Harry, reverting to his old standby.

Harry just gave him a cheerful smile and skipped past him. From behind him he could hear Vernon muttering to himself. “Bloody, unnatural child.”

Harry had to stop himself laughing as he climbed the stairs to his room. He loved how it irked his uncle to know that his nephew preferred males over females.

He reached his room and went inside, picking his way through the clothes and book-strewn floor. He really needed to clean. Throwing himself on the bed, his mind wandered once again to what Draco had said.

Why did he think Harry was naïve? And what would he have to learn? Harry didn’t understand. He thought the sex had been great. In fact, it had been amazing. He couldn’t figure out what Draco had meant. Did he mean that Harry was inexperienced? Maybe Draco thought that Harry needed more practice…

Harry contemplated that fact for a few moments, wondering if that had been what Draco had meant. He glanced over at his bedside table and made to reach for his cell phone before stopping suddenly, his hand hovering over the small silver phone.

He’d been about to call Hermione and ask her what she thought, but it struck him that maybe he didn’t want to tell her. After all, she wasn’t too partial to Draco anyway. She thought he was stuck-up and only president of NHS because Snape was in his pocket and Draco’s father happened to be a rather large beneficiary to the school.

Harry withdrew his hand, deciding to keep it to himself for the time-being. He knew if anything more happened, he would be forced to tell her, but at the moment, he was content to keep it to himself. This simply meant that there was no one to help him figure out the cryptic message.

He lay on his bed until evening fell and the light twilight began to creep into his window. Staring at the ceiling, he still couldn’t figure anything out. He figured he would have to talk to Draco the next day.

“Boy!”

He groaned as he heard his “name” being called up the stairs. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was nearly 6:30; time for dinner. He rolled off the bed, not bothering to fix his hair that was now messier than ever.

As he came downstairs and to the dining room, he saw that the girl was still present. He frowned for a second but decided to ignore it and sat down.

The girl smiled pleasantly at him. “Hi, I’m Eva. Are you Dudley’s cousin?”

Before Harry could respond, Dudley butted in. “Don’t mind him, Eva; he’s not important.”

Harry scowled at Dudley but couldn’t shoot back the scathing response he wanted since Vernon and Petunia were present. The girl, Eva, looked surprised for a moment but said nothing.

Harry ignored them for the rest of the meal, eating quickly and excusing himself as early as possible. As he walked up the stairs, he wondered how a girl seemingly so nice could end up with Dudley. It just didn’t add up; one of the many things.

Harry flopped down onto his bed and sat there for a moment before hauling his bag up with him. He sighed but decided he better at least start on his Chemistry homework. He didn’t want to make Snape any angrier at him than he already was. Despite how much he hated the man, he hated detentions with him even more.

Pulling out his book, he heard a small knock on the door. He was surprised to say the least. The Dursleys never knocked. Then again, they never came to visit him in his room either.

“Uh, come in?” he asked, unsure of who it might be.

The door creaked open and Eva poked her head in. “Harry, right?” she asked, and Harry nodded, still at a loss of what she was doing. “Listen,” she said, coming in and shutting the door behind her, “I’ve just told Dudley I needed to use the restroom, so I haven’t got much time. I’m sorry for what happened at dinner. I just want you to know that I’m not with Dudley. We’re just doing a project together.”

“Okay…” Harry said slowly. He had no idea why this girl felt the need to tell him this.

“And, well…” She looked around carefully here, as if checking to make sure they were truly alone. “Actually, I’m here for a friend. He wanted to know something about you.”

“About me?” Harry asked, confused. Who from Dudley’s school, because they had to be if this girl was, would want to know about him?

Dudley went to a private school about half an hour away from the house instead of the local high school like Harry. He was always bragging about his school; how much better they were than Harry, how much smarter everyone was. Harry always ignored him and tuned him out when he said this.

“Yeah,” Eva said, as if it was no big deal. “I’m just supposed to find out if you’re gay or not.”

Harry stared at her, amazed at her fearless attitude. She had just come right out and asked him. She must have noticed his disbelieving look because she amended her statement. “I was supposed to do this secretly. You know, come on to you and stuff, but I just didn’t want to. So, are you?”

“Well, yeah,” Harry said slowly.

“And do people know?”

“Yes.”

Eva looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No…” Harry said cautiously, wondering where she was going with this. “Who wanted to know? Does someone like me?”

Eva gave him a soft smile. “I can’t tell you that. Oh, look at that, I’ve been in the ‘bathroom’ far too long. It was nice talking to you.”

“Wa—” Harry started to say but the door was shut and Eva was gone before he even got the word out of his mouth. He frowned at the closed door, jolted by the entire meeting.

Who would want information about him? It had to be someone from Dudley’s school since he and Eva went to school together, but Harry didn’t know anyone from Smeltings… Or at least, he didn’t think he did.

He shook his head, tired of trying to figure everything out when it obviously couldn’t be done. Instead, he turned to his homework, burying himself in chemical reactions and hoped the next day would be clearer.

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The next morning, Harry walked to school a little quicker than normal. He was eager to talk to Draco and find out what he had meant.

Halfway to school, he met Ron coming out of his house. They usually walked to school together, meeting at Ron’s house and continuing on. Today, his younger sister, Ginny, was with him.

“Hi, Harry,” she greeted him cheerfully. Harry gave her a brief smile but was too preoccupied with getting to school to reply. It probably wouldn’t have been a good idea to encourage her either. He knew she had a crush on him, despite the fact that she knew he was gay.

“So, Harry,” Ron said as they walked down the sidewalk and towards the large grey building that stood a few blocks away. “What did you think of Snape’s homework last night? I thought it was horrible, myself. Where does he get off assigning stuff we haven’t even learned yet?!”

“Yeah, Ron,” Harry agreed, not really listening.

“Harry, mate, are you listening?”

“Huh?” Harry asked, looking at Ron and finding him giving him an odd look. “Sorry, I was just thinking about something.”

Ron appeared to accept his excuse and continued to abuse Snape, though Harry hardly heard any of it. They soon reached the school and found Hermione waiting for them as always.

She fell into step next to Harry, her arms full to bursting with textbooks. Harry sighed and reached over, taking a few from her and carrying them. “Oh, thanks, Harry,” she said, readjusting the ones in her arms.

Harry kept his eyes peeled for Draco the entire way into the school. He was disappointed when he didn’t see him at all. Instead, he followed Hermione to her locker and held the books as she lifted each one out and placed it carefully inside.

He wasn’t listening as she talked about the end-of-year tests while she put the books away. His eyes, instead, were roving over the many students, searching for the gleam of platinum blond hair. He saw none, though, and was forced to stop when Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him to their first class.

Throughout the day, Harry was constantly searching for Draco. He finally saw him at lunch.

He was talking to Blaise as they walked through the hallways after the bell had rung, heading for the front doors and the parking lot. Harry hesitated, but knew it might be his only chance to get Draco alone.

He broke away from Hermione and Ron, telling them that he needed to get something out of his locker. Once they were out of sight, he stole after Draco and Blaise. He followed them out the front doors and watched as they made for Draco’s black Mercedes.

Harry picked up his speed and called to Draco. “Hey, Malfoy!”

Draco and Blaise stopped, and Draco turned around, seeing Harry walking toward him. He raised an eyebrow and leaned over to whisper something to Blaise. Blaise nodded and gave a small smirk, then left before Harry reached them.

Harry stared after Blaise for a moment but then turned his attention to Draco. Draco’s expression was bored as he waited impatiently for Harry to do something.

“Did you have something to say, Potter, or are we going to watch the grass grow?” Draco finally said, breaking the silence.

“About yesterday…” Harry started, and Draco looked at him expectantly. “Are we going t—”

“Potter,” Draco interrupted him, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “It was fun yesterday, but that’s it.”

“That’s it?” Harry repeated.

“Yeah,” Draco replied smoothly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for a lunch date.”

Without giving Harry a chance to respond, Draco turned and headed to his car, pulling out a cigarette as soon as he was past the school boundaries and into the parking lot.

Harry moved forward to keep Draco in view. He watched him walk to his car where Blaise was leaning against the passenger side waiting for him. He saw them talking for a second, and then Harry saw something that made his jaw drop along with his stomach.

Draco leaned in and kissed Blaise, and it wasn’t a soft kiss either. It was a hard, hot, and hungry kiss. Harry watched in shock as Draco pressed Blaise up against the car, continuing the kiss.

After what seemed like ages, Draco pulled away from Blaise and moved around to the driver’s side while Blaise slid into his seat. Harry watched the car start and then peel out of the parking lot, leaving only the empty parking spot behind.


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A/N: Sorry it took so long, but school started again and I swear they're trying to kill me with French and Italian homework :-p But Please review! and I'll try not to be so slow next time.:)