WET DREAMS

Chapter Five


The next morning I just came out of the shower when I heard the knock on my door. I noticed the time read five in the morning, and my heart sped up that maybe – just maybe Harry had decided to come to meet me here at the hotel instead of at the dock. I reached out and taking a deep breath, opened the door.

I saw the dark hair, then felt lips latch onto mine in a possessive kiss. I pushed back, my hand going to my towel when I felt it loosen around my waist.

“Shane! What the fuck are you doing here?” I shouted, backing up to my suitcase.

“I wanted to apologize in person. I love you, Draco. You’re the only one for me,” Shane said, stepping further into the room, reaching for me.

“Riiight,” I drawled, reaching down to pull on my underwear underneath the towel.

“Let me make it up to you,” Shane softly said, coming closer to sit on the bed, reaching for me again.

I tugged the towel off and tossed it to the floor before slipping my feet into my pants, and pulling them up over my thighs and hips. “And why should I let you do that?”

Shane stood up and wrapped his arms around my back. “Because I make you feel good, and you need me. I admit that I had an affair or two, but they were nothing – didn’t last long. You were – are the only one that has my heart,” he said, leaning in to kiss the spot just under my ear that he knew to be a sensitive spot. “I want to show you that you are the only one for me,” he said, pulling away to reach into his overnight bag. He pulled out a scroll and slowly opened it to let me read what it said.

I read it not believing what I was seeing. “Why? You said . . . ” I began.

“I know you want kids, and the only reason we haven’t got any was because I didn’t want any at the time. Now I do. I want to have kids with you, Draco. This woman has agreed to be our surrogate mother, using both of our DNA to father the child. We can have children, Draco – together,” Shane said.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading at first. I had always wanted to have kids, and had hoped that Shane would have changed his mind when it was brought up a few months after the wedding. Shane had said he didn’t want kids. Now, he wanted them. ‘What the fuck was this all about,’ I couldn’t help thinking, suspicion heavy in my mind.

“Do you know this woman?” I asked as the prospect of having a son or daughter made my heart leap with joy despite the fact that Shane decided this after he was caught in an adulterous affair.

“Never met her before in my life. I know she’s a Muggle-born witch and healthy,” Shane said.

I took the document and looked at it again. A small smile played on his lips. He looked up and backed away when Shane tried to kiss me. “If this is some kind of scam to get me back in your bed, you will regret it, Shane. You think my father was bad – you haven’t truly seen me when I’m pissed off,” I warned and then was relieved to hear someone knocking on the door.

I opened the door, the document in one hand, a t-shirt in the other. “Hey Ronnie, be done in a minute,” I said, stepping aside to let her in. “You remember Shane, right?”

“Shane. Right. What brings you here?” Ronnie asked, raising her brow toward me, most likely seeing the stress that had to be evident on my face.

“Had some time off, so I thought to spend some time with my husband,” Shane smiled, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I leaned down to pick up one of my camera bags and stepped away from the unwanted embrace. I went over to Ronnie and hugged her. “I’ll tell you later,” I whispered by her ear. “You want to grab that other bag, Ronnie?”

Ronnie led the way down to the front of the hotel where her jeep was parked. She loaded up the camera equipment in the back seat, taking half of the room. She smirked to me when I climbed into the passenger side, leaving Shane standing at the side of the vehicle. “I’m afraid it’s not a limo that I’m sure you’re used to Shane, but it’s mine. You’ll have to climb into the back,” she smugly said, grabbing the roll bar and pulling herself into the driver’s seat. She reached for my hand to give it a slight squeeze before grabbing onto the gear shift.


Once we arrived at the right dock where the Parkinson’s yacht was anchored, I climbed out, looking back at Shane who looked frazzled and wind-tousled. “You okay there, Shane?” I teased.

“Um, yeah, of course,” Shane shakily said, getting out of the Jeep as quickly as he could.

I went over to the driver’s side. “Remind me to buy you a drink,” I smirked, reaching in the back seat for one of the bags. “Camera’s okay. Wasn’t sure after that bump you went over there.”

“I wanted him to see some of Miami.” Ronnie shrugged.

“Through the most bumpy, hazardous roads in the city,” I laughed, looking up to see Shane greeted by Pansy with a kiss on the cheek.

“I almost pissed myself when I went over that pothole and he bounced up to bump his head on the roll bar,” Ronnie laughed. “So you going to tell me the real reason fuckwad is here?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I said, then saw the stern look on her face. “Promise.”

We slung the bags of camera equipment over our shoulders and took what was left in our hands before walking to the yacht. We thankfully handed them over to the deckhands who were helping out on the boat for the few days then followed them on board. We greeted Michael, Darius, and Trey, the other male models who were already on board.

“So, where is this wonder man that you’re so hyped on?” Pansy asked, adjusting the scarf that was tied loosely around her hips over her bikini.

“He’ll be here,” Ronnie grinned, looking at the parking lot of the marina to see a motorbike making its way closer to us. “And I think that would be him.”

I watched, as well as the others as the bike neared us. There were two men on the bike. The bike stopped and the front man climbed off, unbuckling the strap of the helmet. He eased it off his head, and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He waited until the other guy took his helmet off as he took off his leather jacket, leaving him in the faded jeans from yesterday – holes and all, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a white tank underneath. He smiled to the other man as a worn out looking leather backpack was handed to him then leaned in to give him a kiss on the mouth, a slight bit of tongue showing as the kiss lingered.

“A real lover boy,” Pansy smirked.

“Hey, Haze,” Ronnie greeted coming over to Harry. “Glad you made it.”

“Hi,” Harry smiled, looking around him. “Nice boat,” he said, coming further up.

“Boat?” Pansy sneered.

“It’s not bad.” Ronnie agreed. “It will get us to where we gotta go. Let me introduce you to everybody.” She pulled Harry over to the padded benches. “These gorgeous looking guys will be modeling with you: Michael, Trey, and Darius.”

“Darius, good to see you again,” Harry grinned, looking over the blond.

“Been a long time, Haze.” Darius smirked, getting up to give Harry a kiss on the lips.

“Hmm, maybe too long.” Harry smiled, breaking from the kiss.

Ronnie cleared her throat to get their attention before leading Harry to the others. “This is Pansy Parkinson, the owner of this ‘boat’,” she grinned.

“Yacht,” Pansy corrected. “Haze? Wasn’t it?” She sneered.

“For a long time, yes.” Harry smirked.

“And this is the other photographer, Draco Malfoy, and his husband Shane,” Ronnie said, the last bit rushed.

“Husband?” Harry said, meeting Shane’s eyes. “Nice to meet you,” he greeted, reaching out to shake the dark-haired man’s hand. “You’re a lucky man,” he added, glancing over to me, meeting my gaze.

I gripped the railing of the ‘yacht’, my knuckles white from trying to control the urge to throttle my dark-haired ex-lover in a fit of jealous rage after seeing the obvious flirting between him and the other men and the desire to reach out to pull him close to him to kiss him, wanting to see if he tasted as good as he did all those years ago – regardless of the audience around him, not to mention his ever-loving husband.

“Yes, I know. He is my life,” Shane said.

‘Yeah, right,’ I thought to myself rolling my eyes. ‘For the moment. Maybe I should practice the throttling on my husband,’ I mused to himself, the thought brought a smile to my face reminiscent of my Hogwarts days.

I heard the faint snort from the railing and then looked at Ronnie who was taking a drink of her Pepsi after coughing – him not missing the word ‘bullshit’ that came out in the form of that cough.

“You got anything stronger?” Harry asked motioning to the Pepsi.

“No drinking for the talent until after the shoot is done,” I said, finally breaking my death grip on the railing to hand Harry a Pepsi, taking a cold beer out for myself. I raised it in salute to Harry who in turn shook his head in amusement at me and turned to look out at the dock as we prepared to leave.


About an hour later, we were well on our way to the island, the docks of Miami fading into the background. Ronnie and I were at the front of the yacht with some of our camera equipment on the table in front of us as we discussed the shoot. Most of the others were sitting at the top or at the back in the cushioned benches. I had noticed that Harry had gone off by himself, followed by Darius. I had picked up my camera bag and motioned for Ronnie to follow. I came around the side of the yacht to see that Harry had taken off his shoes and sat talking with Darius on the raised platform. I noticed the way they easily touched each other, their voices low as they leaned in close to talk.

“We can check the equipment somewhere else, Dray,” Ronnie said, looking at me then Harry and Darius.

“Too noisy on the other end,” I replied. “Do you think they’re lovers?” I asked, turning my back to the other two men.

“Not sure. Most likely were at one time though.” Ronnie shrugged. “Is there a reason we’re getting your cameras out now?”

“Thought I’d take some pictures of some of the models on board here,” I said.

“He’s by himself now,” Ronnie said.

I glanced back to see that Harry was indeed by himself. He had taken off the button down shirt and leaned back on his hands, his head back as he soaked up the sun. He looked bloody gorgeous laid out like that.

“You going to tell me why Shane is here now?” Ronnie asked. I reluctantly looked away from Harry to look at her.

I took out the document from my bag and handed it to Ronnie. “He says he wants another chance. He knows I want this,” I said, motioning to the paper.

Ronnie quickly scanned the paper. “Kids? I know you’ve always wanted a family. Do you think he’s serious?” she asked.

“I don’t know Ronnie. It’s a little too convenient if you ask me,” I said.

“Do you still love him?”

“Not sure if I ever did,” I said as I looked longingly over at Harry, then looked away when Harry looked up to meet my eyes.

“I’ll take some pictures of the others, you get some of him,” Ronnie said, giving a slight push to my back.

I glared at Ronnie as she waved me off. I went over to Harry, who was sitting up, his arm wrapped around his one leg. “Do you mind if I take a few shots now? Ronnie is taking some of the others.”

“Sure,” Harry shrugged. “How do you want me?”

‘Under me, over me, whatever,’ I thought as I looked up and down his body. ‘Forever.’

“Just want some natural shots,” I replied, holding the camera up to begin taking pictures. “So, why Miami?”

“It’s far from where I don’t want to be,” Harry smiled, looking out at the ocean. “It took me awhile to come here. I traveled for quite a few years, trying to find somewhere to settle. I liked the people here. I was able to be myself.”

“Do you still talk to your friends?” I asked, moving around Harry, not looking directly at him.

“‘Mione, I do sometimes. We get together maybe once a year to catch up. Ron sort of drifted off to do his own thing. He never forgave me for just taking off, and not wanting anything to do with magic.”

“You don’t do any at all?” I asked, finally looking up to meet Harry’s eyes. “Can you take off your shirt?”

Harry reached down to lift the tank shirt over his head and leaned back on his hands again, his one leg raised. “Some, but I don’t depend on it,” he shrugged, closing his eyes and bending his head back. “What about you?”

‘Nice,’ I thought, licking his lips as the sun glinted off the gold hoop in the one nipple. ‘Very nice.’

“Same. I thought I’d miss it, but I don’t. Not really.”

“How long have you been a photographer?” Harry asked.

“Since about a year after I left,” I replied, taking more shots. “Can you stand by the railing?”

Harry got up and looped his shirt through his belt loop. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he said, leaning forward on the railing, looking out at the water. “You looked good that day.”

“That day? You saw?” I asked, lowering my camera to look at Harry in surprise.

Harry bent his head down. “After the war, I looked for you, Draco. Looked for years, until I saw the engagement photo that Hermione sent me from the Daily Prophet. I went to the wedding, sitting at the very back. You looked good, not that I thought you wouldn’t. You looked happy,” he quietly said.

“You should have come to talk to me,” I hoarsely said, aiming my camera at Harry again, so I could keep busy. ‘I wouldn’t have let you go if I knew you were there.’

“Didn’t want to ruin your perfect day. That was the day I gave up on you, on us. Had to. You were a married man,” Harry said, turning around, leaning on the railing, his arms crossed at his chest.

“And now?”

“You’re still married.” Harry sadly smiled. “And I don’t fuck around with married men,” he finished, pushing off the railing to gather his shoes before making his way to the back of the boat, leaving me standing alone.

tbc

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