Journey

The sun was barely above the horizon when Draco marched out of Harry¡¦s tent. He stood, staring up into those intoxicating green eyes. ¡§We will stay and make right what has been done wrong.¡¨

Harry¡¦s men looked from Harry to the blond. Never had anyone talked to Harry as that. But Harry only smiled. ¡§As you wish, my Lord.¡¨

Just as stunned as the others, Draco almost smiled. Almost. He gave a curt nod instead. ¡§I will speak to the towns people about their crops.¡¨

Ron stood next to Harry, watching the proud erect back of Draco walk closer to town. ¡§Do you believe we should leave him alone so? Those people mean to murder Lord Malfoy.¡¨

¡§Aye, that they do. But they will not harm him. Not after he saved the child. But I will go with him, for good measure.¡¨

Harry ordered his mean to start work immediately, doing whatever was needed to help. When he caught up to Draco, the smaller boy was already talking to a man from the field. ¡§You have not heard of the three field system?¡¨

¡§No sir, we¡¦ve done things as we always has ¡¥round here.¡¨

¡§I see. Well that must change. Come, it¡¦s early spring and„mthis„mthis plow?¡¨ Draco had caught sight of the broken down plow that the men had been using. ¡§This is not good. No. I shall send you horses and a new plow. The latest type, as it were. You, man, go get all the speospeople, and we wills peak of the system I want implemented.¡¨ The man nodded, catching Harry¡¦s amused smirk, and left.

¡§They are not used to being told what to do. Lord Malfoy hasn¡¦t been on these lands since he received them.¡¨

Spinning around, Draco finally noticed Harry was standing there. ¡§Well someone has to get them into order. Look at this„m¡¨ Draco knelt down, pulling at weeds. ¡§It¡¦s no wonder they¡¦re starving. Where did my father find these people at?¡¨

¡§They are the cheapest labor in London, so I¡¦ve heard.¡¨

Draco frowned, dusting his hands off on his pants. ¡§And I can see why.¡¨ He looked up at Harry. ¡§And before you start yelling at me about how horrible I am to think such thoughts, you have to admit they are not doing a good job. Perhaps they are from another country where this is acceptable, but it will not be here.¡¨

Harry continued to stare at Draco, who didn¡¦t seem to notice or care. It was taking all his self control not to drag the young man into the forest and ravish that sweet body of his.

Feeling Harry¡¦s watchful eyes, Draco turned. ¡§Having second thoughts about pushing me away?¡¨

Lifting his chin, Harry did not bother to respond. His gaze was level with Draco¡¦s, a cool match of pride and strength. This couldn¡¦t be the same boy he met just two days ago, Harry though, studying the dark look into those silver eyes. Yanking Draco close to him, Harry dragged him over to a tree, pressed his back against the trunk, and set to devour those soft lips that had been teasing him since their first encounter. Draco moaned, disoriented and confused by the sudden rush of pleasure from the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Harry¡¦s neck, unaware of propriety or the people who could see them. The only thing that mattered was those lips, those wonderful lips.

When Harry¡¦s tongue touched Draco¡¦s, he was sure he was going to die from it. His knee¡¦s gave way, and Harry caught him easily, pulling him even closer than before. Draco was faintly aware of the tree behind him, the bark digging into his back. There would be bruises, scratches, Draco knew, but cared little.

A sudden rush of cold air hit Draco square in the chest, and he looked up into those blazing emerald eyes. Draco wanted to ask why he stopped, but Harry had let go of him (and Draco nearly fell from the surprise of it), and was walking away. ¡§No„mno!¡¨ Draco shouted, startling Harry and himself. Harry turned back around, finding Draco stalking up to him. ¡§You can¡¦t do that!¡¨

He smiled, in such a condescending way that Draco had to resist the urge to attack him. ¡§Draco I-¡§

¡§Do not say anything.¡¨ Draco lifted his chin. ¡§Do not say I am young and confused. That I do not understand what it is like to feel. I have never been anything to you but a child.¡¨

¡§You are-¡§

¡§I am nineteen! Hardly a child! And I am the heir to one of the biggest estates in all of England! I will not have some son of a peasant treating me as if I am lesser because of my age!¡¨

The smile slowly disappeared. Harry¡¦s eyes cooled, but could not extinguish the anger Draco was feeling. ¡§You best watch what you say.¡¨

¡§Or what? Or you will kiss me again? Woo me with your eyes and your words?¡¨ Draco sneered, ¡§I want nothing of you Potter. Not your lips, nor your body, nor your hospitality. I hate you.¡¨

¡§Funny, just a moment ago you were more willing than a whore in London.¡¨

Before Harry had a chance to stop him, Draco pulled back, his hand curled into a fist, and punched Harry in the face. Harry staggered just slightly, startled by the force of the blow. ¡§Do not ever come near me again. Do not touch me, or I will kill you.¡¨

Harry lifted his chin, blood running from his lower lip. ¡§As you wish, my lord.¡¨

When he walked away Draco nearly cried. That wasn¡¦t what he meant to happen. But then, where Harry was concerned, when had he ever done anything right?

***there, I'll try to get this up on time more often now that I can...
R/R?