America Bound

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Monday morning came and Harry and Draco were forced to start classes. Harry was extremely nervous. Draco was too, but he didn\'t show it and strutted around as usual. Their new truce had held up over the past few days and they had managed to be civil to each other. Draco cut back on the scathing remarks. It really wasn\'t all that hard, since for the past few years, they had all been for show anyway.

First class on Monday was transfiguration, one of Harry\'s favorite classes, and Draco\'s least favorite. Shawn and Trey met them at the door and they went down together. When they got to class they spotted Genevieve sitting in the back. They joined her and were talking happily when Carson came in. He didn\'t spare a glance at them. Shawn sighed dejectedly.

The professor was very interested in Harry and he was forced to the front of the class for a question and answer session. He was finally released, his face red from blushing so much.

The rest of his day was easier. No other teachers forced an intro. The potions master was much nicer than Snape to Harry\'s relief. He thought he might even be able to pull off a decent grade this year. By the time the day was over, he was tired. He realized though, that he had not replied to Hermione yet, so he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. In America they didn\'t use parchment or ink, because they thought it was too messy.


Dear Hermione and Ron,

Yes, America is so different! We also went shopping and I got some *awesome* new clothes. Do you like my American slang? Draco, yes I called him Draco, Ron, has been very nice lately. I think he might actually not be so much of a git as we thought. I haven\'t met too many hot guys yet. Our guides are very good-looking though. Their names are Trey and Shawn. I think Trey might be dating your Alex. Will you ask him for me? Shawn is very cute, but he likes someone else. They don\'t wear robes here either. I actually like it a lot better. California is beautiful. The school is in northern California, but we went to Los Angeles to go shopping. It\'s very different down there. Hope everything is going well! Oh, and tell me how you sent that last letter!

Love, Harry


Harry called Hedwig over and attached the letter to her leg. She hooted happily and took off through the open window. Draco came in moments later and started messing around on his side of the room. Harry sat cross legged on his bed and watched his progress. Draco felt his gaze on his back and he turned around to look at Harry.

\"What, Potter?\" He drawled. Harry shrugged and Draco turned around again and rummaged in a drawer, coming up with a piece of paper. He went over to the desk and sat down. He took out a pen and examined it doubtfully, as though quite sure it wouldn\'t work.

\"Uh, Potter? What exactly do I do with this?\" He asked him. Harry smirked and rolled his eyes.

\"Call me Harry.\"

\"What?\"

\"I won\'t answer unless you call me Harry.\"

\"Fine, Harry, what do I do?\" Draco was starting to get annoyed.

\"You just write with it.\"

\"Where\'s the ink?\"

\"It\'s already inside.\" Draco still looked completely unconvinced, but he lowered the pen to the paper and was astounded when it worked. He made a noise of approval and started writing his letter. Harry laughed a little at him.


Blaise,

How is your school? The Americans aren\'t driving you mad yet? They aren\'t as bad as I supposed, in fact, several of them are decent. Potter has been quite nice to me lately. You know how I feel about him. I think maybe there is a chance now, I feel a little scheme is in order... How are things going with you and Corner? Have you jumped him yet, as I suggested? If you haven\'t, then you should. Corner is very fuckable and Americans are not ones to back down. I am speaking from personal experience, of course. I would move in NOW or risk losing him. I actually quite like this not wearing robes thing. You\'d be amazed how fucking beautiful Potter is when he\'s not wearing rags. And now, I can show of my assets as well...Owl me soon.

-D


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Blaise sat on his bed in the dorm, reading Draco\'s letter. He smiled indulgently at certain parts of the letter. He sighed and put down the letter and glanced over at Michael, who was sitting at a desk, trying to do his transfiguration homework. Draco was right, of course. Michael was damn sexy and would soon be taken if Blaise didn\'t act soon.

Funnily enough Michael had been hit on several times since arriving in America, and to everyone\'s astoundment, and Blaise\'s satisfaction, he had turned down everyone.

\"Why\'d you turn that one down?\" Alex had asked incredulously, after the third hot guy had been turned away. Michael had shrugged noncommittally, but Matt saw his eyes flicker momentarily to Blaise, who had been watching the boy walk away through narrowed eyes.

Blaise watched Michael for a few more moments and Michael seemed to notice that he was being watched and turned around and saw Blaise watching him. He gave him a questioning look before returning to his homework. Blaise quickly turned his attention to the letter. He grabbed a piece of paper and drafted a response.


Draco,

America is interesting to say the least. Granger keeps going on about obscure facts, like Ellis Island and shit. I swear, if the weasel doesn\'t control her soon, I\'m going to have to think of a really good curse. Perhaps I should borrow your crippling curse... No, I haven\'t gotten Michael yet. I\'m working on it. We went shopping in New York, and may I say he is fucking gorgeous in American fashions, as I\'m sure Potter is as well. He hasn\'t gotten involved with anyone and you\'re right, I have to hurry up.

-Blaise

P.S. If you want to speed up the letter writing process, tap the paper with your wand and say \"Enscenta\" It sends the letter directly to the addressee, at least some good comes out of Granger.


Blaise folded the letter and followed his own suggestion. In a flash the letter was gone. Michael looked up from his homework.

\"Who were you writing to?\" He asked.

\"Draco,\" Blaise replied. He slid off the bed.

\"Oh,\" Michael said and turned around in his chair back to face the wall. Blaise moved silently behind him. Michael sensed his presence and raised his head. Blaise put his hands on the back of the chair and leaned toward Michael so that his mouth was inches from his ear.

\"Michael,\" he breathed. Michael shivered.

\"Y-yeah?\" He stammered.

\"Why have you turned down all those guys?\" He asked quietly, his breath warming Michaels neck. Michael was having a hard time focusing. He closed his eyes, trying to think straight. \"You don\'t have your eye on someone else?\" Blaise asked. Michael shook his head, his eyes still shut tight.

Blaise removed one of the hands from the chair and slid it onto Michael\'s stomach. He rubbed tiny circles, before slipping it underneath the cloth. He smirked as he heard Michael gasp. Blaise moved closer and lightly kissed Michaels neck.

\"You sure?\" Blaise asked mischievously. Michael didn\'t respond. He was trying to control his breathing and the growing bulge in his jeans. He shook his head again, but turned in the chair to face Blaise. Blaise smirked and leaned in to kiss him when the door to the dorm was thrown open. Michael jerked back and Blaise growled at the intrusion. Ron walked into the room and dumped a pile of books on his bed.

He turned to the other two, Blaise had a look of utter dislike on his face and Michael looked as though he was trying to figure something out.

\"Hey, Michael,\" Ron said. \"We\'re going to play quidditch, wanna come?\"

\"Uh...\" Michael glanced at Blaise before continuing. \"Yeah, I guess.\" He stood up and retrieved his broom. Blaise was still glaring at Ron. Ron gave him a confused look and followed Michael out the door. After they left, Blaise threw himself angrily on the bed. So close! So close.

***

\"Stop doing that!\"

\"I can\'t help it, it\'s just something I do!\"

\"Well, stop doing it, Potter!\" Draco stood glaring at Harry in their room. They were fighting about the state of the room. Draco, in his prissy fashion, was pissed at the messiness of the room. Harry, poor naive Harry, didn\'t understand what the big deal was.

\"Why is it so important!?\" He yelled back. Draco growled and Harry felt his cock jump. \'Oh god no, not now,\' He thought desperately.

\"You just don\'t understand the concept of \'organized workspace, organized mind.\" Harry rolled his eyes.

\"I guess I don\'t.\" Just then the door swung open and Trey came in, looking around cautiously.

\"You guys okay? We wouldn\'t want you to kill each other, now that would take some explaining, and I\'d rather not spend my Saturday night explaining what happened to Mr. Johnson,\" Trey grinned as they both scowled at him. \"Now come on, we\'re going to town today. It\'s a magical town and they have an awesome bar and club.\"

Harry forgot immediately about the current fight at the prospect of a club. He needed his mind off Draco. Draco sighed and began to get ready. Trey smiled and went back to his side.

\"Do you think they know they like each other?\" Trey asked Shawn, who was lying on his bed gazing at the ceiling.

\"No, they\'re both too stubborn,\" He replied, without looking at him. Trey nodded.

\"Tonight’s perfect though, isn\'t it?\" He said excitedly. Shawn shrugged and Trey frowned. \"You are coming, aren\'t you?\" Shawn shrugged again and Trey scoffed. \"You are not staying home. I\'ll drag you kicking and screaming if I have to, and then I\'ll activate my simple plan.\" Shawn turned his head to look at him.

\"You\'re doing it again.\"

\"What?\"

\"Using band names as expressions.\"

\"Why, I would never! It\'s just my format.\"

\"You just did it again!\"

\"Shawn, Shawn, Shawn, you need a better hobby.\" Shawn rolled his eyes. Trey went over to him and pulled him off the bed. \"Come on!\"

\"Aww, I don\'t wanna,\" He whined. Trey rolled his eyes.

\"You\'re going and that\'s final! Now go get dressed!\" He pushed Shawn toward the closet and he went, dragging his feet. Trey shook his head in exasperation.

Ten minutes later they were all dressed to kill. Draco and Trey waited impatiently for Harry and Shawn. When they finally came down, Draco stared in utmost surprise. Trey whooped. Harry blushed. He was wearing a skin tight dark blue t-shirt that had studs around the sleeve cuffs. He was also sporting a pair of pants so tight Draco wanted to fuck him right there.

Shawn also looked delicious in a baby blue t-shirt that accented his eyes perfectly, making them a deep aquamarine blue. Draco managed to stop staring by the time they\'d reached them. Trey smirked and winked at Shawn, who looked equally pleased. Trey moved forward and linked arms with Harry and Draco felt a lurch of his stomach.

\"Well, shall we go?\" And he led the way out of the common room.

They arrived at the club several minutes later. Harry was mildly surprised by what he saw. It was basic bar with many colors adorning the walls. There were several table scattered around, but most of the space was taken up by a huge dance floor. Many people were already dancing, guys with guys, and girls with guys, and girls with girls.

Trey led them over to the bar. Shawn trailed along behind, clearly not interested in being there. Trey ordered them all drinks. Harry drank his tentatively. He wasn\'t sure what was in it, but it tasted good. Draco was scanning the room, looking for something, or someone, to do. His eyes fell upon a tall blond down the bar. He smirked at the rest of them and left to do his work. Harry was slightly disappointed.

Trey must have noticed because he pulled Harry onto the dance floor. The bodies were meshing on the floor. Harry let himself relax and tried not to think about Draco. Harry danced for a long while, switching with many partners. A few of them were very good looking and he received many a prospect. He turned them all down however.

He finally retired for a minute and had another few drinks. By his third, he was getting a little tipsy. He saw Shawn sitting at a table watching the dancers, looking depressed and bored. Harry made his way over to him.

\"Shawn!\" He yelled. Shawn raised his eyebrows at him.

\"Uh, Harry, are you okay?\" He asked.

\"Peachy!\" Harry replied happily. \"Come on, let\'s dance!\" He grabbed Shawn’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor, despite his protests. They had been dancing for a while, when Harry noticed Carson a few feet away.

\"Hey, Shawn, there\'s Carson!\" He pointed out. Shawn didn\'t look and tried to make himself less noticeable. \"Oh no, you don\'t. He likes you, I know he does. Go!\" Harry turned Shawn around and pushed him toward Carson. Shawn muttered darkly, something about, \"if you weren\'t drunk I\'d so kick your ass right now.\"

He looked up and found himself directly in front of Carson. His eyes widened and he stumbled for something to say.

\"I...I...uh...\" He started to panic. Carson looked equally flustered. \"Hi?\" He said nervously.

\"Um...hi,\" Carson replied. Shawn looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

\"I\'m gonna go now,\" Shawn said, and started backing away.

\"Wait!\" Carson reached out and grabbed his arm. Shawn stopped, his eyes still wide. Harry laughed at him from the corner.

\"What?\" He asked timidly. Carson released his arm and struggled to speak.

\"D\'y-d\'you want to dance?\" He asked carefully. Shawn\'s shocked look turned into a confused one.

\"O-okay,\" He said slowly. Carson seemed to visibly relax. He smiled at Shawn. Shawn tried to return the smile, but he was way too nervous.

Over in the corner, Harry was laughing hysterically at Shawn. Draco came up behind him and spoke.

\"What are you laughing at?\" He asked. Harry jumped and whipped around.

\"God, you scared me. I\'m laughing at Shawn.\" Draco looked confused.

\"Okay...\"

\"Let\'s dance, Draco,\" Harry said suddenly.

\"What?\" Draco asked, unsure he\'d heard correctly.

\"Dance, I want to, come one!\" He pulled Draco with him to the floor.

\"Uh, Harry, I don\'t think this is a good ide--\" Harry clamped a hand over his mouth so the rest of his sentence was cut off. Draco glared at him. He only released his mouth when they were safely on the dance floor.

Harry moved and swayed to the music. Draco moved with him, but reluctantly. He wasn\'t eager to have to wank off that night with visions of Harry\'s glorious body. Harry scoffed at Draco and pulled him closer, so that his body was flush against his.

Draco\'s eyes widened in shock and tried to back away, but Harry held him tightly. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as Harry moved against him. Harry was feeling the same. He threw his head back in pleasure. Draco took advantage and slipped a hand under Harry\'s uplifted shirt. Harry\'s head snapped back. He grinned playfully at Draco and grabbed his hip and rubbed against him harder. Draco involuntarily gasped.

Harry grinned and nuzzled his neck. He placed tiny kisses all along Draco\'s neck and moved up to his jawbone. Draco moaned as Harry moved closer to his mouth. Harry nipped Draco\'s jawbone and was centimeters away from his mouth. He kissed the corner of his mouth, teasing him, and Draco closed his eyes, waiting. Nothing more came though. Suddenly he was no longer touching Harry.

He opened his eyes and looked around. Trey was grinning excitedly, laughing and pointing to a spot behind Draco. Harry seemed to have forgotten what he was doing moments before. He was giggling along with Trey. Draco was indignant, but turned to see what the hell they were laughing at.

Carson had Shawn pushed up against the wall of the club and they were kissing furiously. Shawn gasped as Carson\'s hands pushed under his shirt and skimmed his skin. He moaned into the kiss. Carson responded by deepening the kiss and moving closer to Shawn.

Draco turned away from them and stalked out of the club. Trey raised his eyebrows as he went.

\"What\'s up with him?\" He asked. Harry shrugged and pulled Trey back onto the dance floor.


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