Untamed Heart
Trust?
Untamed Heart
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Category: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: When the son of a billionaire take an interest in a local
star, will their relationship be doomed to fail even before it begins?
Note: From this point on, the dueling points of view will stop. :)
Chapter 6
In the decades that the Leaky Cauldron had been established in the small town
of Little Whinging, it had changed very little. It was still the demure and
homey looking place it had been since the day it had opened. The door was always
a rounded sturdy oak, worn down to dull after years of use and it was,
essentially, still just a hole in the wall that people could come to when they
wanted good food, good drink and good conversation.
A perfect place for a small town. Which was why, Harry supposed, he liked it
so much. Despite longing for the glitz and glamour that was in Hogsmeade, a part
of him, one that he couldn’t help but acknowledge every time he went to the
Cauldron, harbored a great fondness for the place and it’s owner Tom. Perhaps,
because it was the only place within the town as a whole that Harry felt at home
in.
“Not much to look at, is it?”
Harry smiled easily at the other boy, a strange calm washing over him to fade
away his nervousness. The Cauldron always had that affect on him. He wasn’t sure
why, but it did.
“It gets better.” Harry assured, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear even
as he moved towards the dull oak door, a wooden hanging over the embossed with,
now, faded golden letters that spelled out ’The Leaky Cauldron’ with a depiction
of a large bulbous cauldron with a crack in it’s bottom just beneath.
The blonde cocked his head, licking his lips and shrugged. “If you say so.”
The farm-town boy smiled again, his stomach clenching as he watched the hint
of the blonde’s tongue slip back between his lips. He flushed. “I do.”
Harry selfconsciously gave a boyish smile, stopping mere inches away from the
entrance to the tavern. “Trust me.”
Draco stopped as well, his reflective sunglasses trained on Harry as he
shifted on his feet. His face was twisted into an expression that Harry wasn’t
sure he could place, almost as if he wasn’t sure if Harry was ng ong or not.
A bead of sweat trickled down Harry’s spine. Did Draco suddenly look a little
paler than he had a moment ago? Harry frowned.
“Are you all right?” He asked, brow crinkling in concern. Maybe the heat
was really getting to the blonde. Even if Harry had teased him about being a
city boy, he didn’t look well at all. “Draco, are you--” He began again but was
cut off.
“I do.”
Harry blinked. “You do?”
“I mean,” The blonde cleared his throat, flashing a smile that made Harry’s
stomach do a strange flip and his heart thump in his chest while he wished he
could just adjust himself in his jeans. “I’m fine.”
Harry caught his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. The blonde looked
fine now or, at least, was starting to but he hadn‘t moments ago.
‘What did I say?’ The bespectacled boy thought, trying to study the
boys features from beneath his lashed.
‘All I said was trust me...’
“Come on, bumpkin, don’t
just stand there. Impress me.” Draco teased after a moment, his lapse all but
forgotten in his voice if not his face.
Harry gave a small smile at the nickname. The blonde was trying to distract
him. That was obvious enough but he wasn’t that easily swayed. Ron had always
said Harry was like a scent dog, hunting down the bits and pieces till he found
what he was looking for. But, he couldn’t force the blonde to tell him, they had
just met after all.
“Watch it, city-boy.” Harry supplied lamely, allowing himself to be lured
away from his train of thought. He’d wonder about it later. Preferably when he
was laying in bed in his flat, window open to help with the heat and clothes
off. “Talk like that could get you into a mess of trouble.”
“A mess of--” Draco began to repeat before sputtering with laughter. Harry
grinned.
Talking to this boy was like riding a roller coaster. Or, that’s what Harry
supposed since he’d never actually ridden one. He’d heard all about them from
Hermione though and, if he ever imagined what it’d be like, having a
conversation and trying to puzzle this boy out would be what it was like. One
minute you were laughing and joking and the next you were trying to work out his
inner secrets. It was almost dizzying.
“C’mon, city-boy.” Harry said, once Draco’s laughter had died down to light
chuckles. “We need to get out of the sun before we bake.”
Draco nodded, the corners of his lips upturned into a semblance of an amused
smile. “Go ahead, impress me.”
“You asked for it.” The raven hair boy supplied, turning back to the
Cauldron’s door, grabbing the brass door knob and turning it. He let the door
swing open with a flourish. “After you.”
The blonde’s mouth twitched, he moved forward, body momentarily pressing
against Harry’s own before he glided past. “Thank you.”
Harry swallowed. Sweet Merlin, he needed a cold drink. A very cold drink.
And, maybe, a few minutes alone in the bathroom while he tried to adjust his
hard on to a less obvious position.