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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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6
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2,282
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10
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Right Where You Want Me
Right Where You Want Me
A/n: Thanks for reading thrnbrooke, this chapter is for you. Also sorry that it's short but I'm going to get to the good parts soon no problem. :0)
“Potter,” Malfoy said as Harry stepped out of the fireplace not flinching or looking up from whatever he was writing, “Take a seat I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Harry was dumbfounded. How had Malfoy known that he would come, and how dare him talk to him as if he were a child. Telling him to sit down and wait for him. Well if Malfoy thought Harry would wait he had another thing coming.
“Never mind I should have never come,” Harry said backing up and reaching into the wrought iron pot, which contained Malfoy’s stash of Floo powder.
“No, Potter I’m sure you had every intention of coming, even though subconsciously you don’t want to have anything to do with me, or my help,” Malfoy said his cold eyes looking up from his work and sweeping over Harry in one quick scrutinizing look, “Have a seat,” he said gesturing to the chair in front of him, his blonde eyebrow twitched and his jaw clenched a bit, as if the politeness was killing him.
“I really shouldn’t have come,” Harry, said curtly, “It was a stupid idea. I didn’t mean to come at all.” Harry said even though in the back of his mind there was still some mystery and allure to the fact that Malfoy had extended his hand in help.
“Sit down,” Malfoy said waving his hand and a chair swept from across the room and underneath Harry’s arse.
“You will not treat me like I am your child, it would be poison to be from the loins of a Malfoy,” Harry said spitting on the ground and rising from his chair. He threw the floo powder in his hand into the fire and stepped in before Malfoy could say another word, “Home.”
“Oy, Mate, where’ve you been?” Ron said as soon as Harry stopped spinning in his fireplace.
“Never you mind,” Harry said and his words came out more like a growl, and more unfriendly than he had wanted to be.
“Look. I just wanted to have a word with you about what the deal is between you and my sister,” Ron said looking affronted, as well as confused.
“I’m almost positive that the goings on between me and my wife having nothing to do with you. It would be in your best interest to butt the fuck out,” Harry said pushing past his friend and towards the fridge where he knew his true friends were waiting for him. To be drunk was ignorance, and ignorance was bliss.
“Watch it. We’re friends, and family but blood will always come first,” Ron said catching Harry’s wrist as he blew past him.
“So be it,” Harry said and he reached his arm back and before he knew it he had thrown a punch at Ron and Ron staggered back dazed. Ron’s eyes refocused and narrowed and Harry knew that everything was different now, “Leave.”
“What happened to you Harry?” Ron asked as he retreated towards the door.
“Fuck you.” Harry said and Ron slammed the door behind himself, “Another night alone, another night.”
“You know Potter, you really ought to think about some protective charms, just because the Dark Lord is gone doesn’t mean there aren’t still bad wizards about,” Malfoy said startling Harry, stroking his wand, as his ice cold blue eyes flicked up to Harry’s face, “Now what is it you wanted to see me about? Or let me guess, the missus is gone, and you are once again drinking yourself into a stupor. What happened this time.”
Giving in against his better judgment Harry put down his beer and looked up at Malfoy and pushed one of the dining chairs out for Malfoy, “She says she wants to be intimate. Then why doesn’t she just bone me? I don’t get it.”
“She wants to be intimate but do you want to be intimate with her?” Malfoy said the question falling off his lips as easy as if he was casting a spell.
Harry’s mind raced to the times where they shared a bed and his feelings when she’d look at him with those warm brown eyes and felt nothing.
“That’s what I thought,” Malfoy said taking Harry’s silence as his answer, “Well, maybe I can help.”
A/n: Thanks for reading thrnbrooke, this chapter is for you. Also sorry that it's short but I'm going to get to the good parts soon no problem. :0)
“Potter,” Malfoy said as Harry stepped out of the fireplace not flinching or looking up from whatever he was writing, “Take a seat I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Harry was dumbfounded. How had Malfoy known that he would come, and how dare him talk to him as if he were a child. Telling him to sit down and wait for him. Well if Malfoy thought Harry would wait he had another thing coming.
“Never mind I should have never come,” Harry said backing up and reaching into the wrought iron pot, which contained Malfoy’s stash of Floo powder.
“No, Potter I’m sure you had every intention of coming, even though subconsciously you don’t want to have anything to do with me, or my help,” Malfoy said his cold eyes looking up from his work and sweeping over Harry in one quick scrutinizing look, “Have a seat,” he said gesturing to the chair in front of him, his blonde eyebrow twitched and his jaw clenched a bit, as if the politeness was killing him.
“I really shouldn’t have come,” Harry, said curtly, “It was a stupid idea. I didn’t mean to come at all.” Harry said even though in the back of his mind there was still some mystery and allure to the fact that Malfoy had extended his hand in help.
“Sit down,” Malfoy said waving his hand and a chair swept from across the room and underneath Harry’s arse.
“You will not treat me like I am your child, it would be poison to be from the loins of a Malfoy,” Harry said spitting on the ground and rising from his chair. He threw the floo powder in his hand into the fire and stepped in before Malfoy could say another word, “Home.”
“Oy, Mate, where’ve you been?” Ron said as soon as Harry stopped spinning in his fireplace.
“Never you mind,” Harry said and his words came out more like a growl, and more unfriendly than he had wanted to be.
“Look. I just wanted to have a word with you about what the deal is between you and my sister,” Ron said looking affronted, as well as confused.
“I’m almost positive that the goings on between me and my wife having nothing to do with you. It would be in your best interest to butt the fuck out,” Harry said pushing past his friend and towards the fridge where he knew his true friends were waiting for him. To be drunk was ignorance, and ignorance was bliss.
“Watch it. We’re friends, and family but blood will always come first,” Ron said catching Harry’s wrist as he blew past him.
“So be it,” Harry said and he reached his arm back and before he knew it he had thrown a punch at Ron and Ron staggered back dazed. Ron’s eyes refocused and narrowed and Harry knew that everything was different now, “Leave.”
“What happened to you Harry?” Ron asked as he retreated towards the door.
“Fuck you.” Harry said and Ron slammed the door behind himself, “Another night alone, another night.”
“You know Potter, you really ought to think about some protective charms, just because the Dark Lord is gone doesn’t mean there aren’t still bad wizards about,” Malfoy said startling Harry, stroking his wand, as his ice cold blue eyes flicked up to Harry’s face, “Now what is it you wanted to see me about? Or let me guess, the missus is gone, and you are once again drinking yourself into a stupor. What happened this time.”
Giving in against his better judgment Harry put down his beer and looked up at Malfoy and pushed one of the dining chairs out for Malfoy, “She says she wants to be intimate. Then why doesn’t she just bone me? I don’t get it.”
“She wants to be intimate but do you want to be intimate with her?” Malfoy said the question falling off his lips as easy as if he was casting a spell.
Harry’s mind raced to the times where they shared a bed and his feelings when she’d look at him with those warm brown eyes and felt nothing.
“That’s what I thought,” Malfoy said taking Harry’s silence as his answer, “Well, maybe I can help.”