Summer with the Dursleys

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Chapter 6 Not so much a hero

The fact that his cousin is in danger, has Harry’s nerves on end. He had questioned the blond relentlessly all morning always receiving the same firm answer. ‘Later Potter.’ What should he make of that statement? It was now near lunch and still the Slytherin git has refused to provide any details about how and why Dudley is in danger. Harry fumed inwardly, he had given up his diatribe of questions resolving to complete the chores, have some lunch and get direct answers before the Dursleys return. Especially why his over stuff cousin did not flip his fat blond head over Harry’s ‘magically’ altered bedroom. That question plagued him, eventually his aunt or uncle would walk past when the door stood open then all hell would break loose.

It really ticked Harry off that his uncle spent the better part of an hour barking at him for using magic and scaring his cousin. He would not allow Harry a word in edge wise, when he attempted to point out that said trunk was not his, and that Malfoy is a fraud. That little comment nearly got him pounded, until Draco step in and said he would address all the issues with Potter, sending the Dursleys on their way. If it were possible for Harry to feel worse, it was now when Draco Malfoy saved him from a thrashing.

Harry sat outside in his backyard pulling weeds from Aunt Petunia’s flowerbed. The Dursleys had left a list of things the green-eyed kid needed to finish. Draco offered to help, although now, finishing the last of the chores Harry stared at the back of the blonds’ blue tee shirt hanging loosely around a pair of beige kikai shorts, his hair looked spiky with his pink scalp flaming through the tapered layers. It would be the first time Harry can remember studying the Slytherin so closely, and noticing how well developed his upper body is, made Potter feel a surge of jealousy.

‘More than likely he lives the high life and has personal trainers to make sure he always looks like he’s about to step out in front of a movie camera.’ Harry thought selfishly, pulling his last weeds along the side fence.

“This is pathetic work absolutely pointless, how muggles tolerate doing this type of work is beyond me.” Draco complained, sitting back on his hunches from what he can tell, he’d pulled all the plants Harry told him were weeds, it did look much better. He grabbed the pail with the discarded trimmings standing up to add them to the compost can on the side of the house.

Harry stared at the blond shaking his head. “These muggles don’t need to worry about manual labor they got me to do their dirty jobs.” Then Harry looked over at the garden hose. “Malfoy can you grab that and put it over there in the flower bed?” He asked pointing to the garden sprinkler, which on his way back Draco grabbed quickly, thinking of getting away so they can get some training done.

Draco pulled the hose toward the flowerbed gritting his teeth at his filthy hands, when suddenly Harry called.

“Hey Malfoy watch this.” The blond froze staring at the Gryffindor curiously. The hose vibrated briefly and then erupted. The spinning sprinkler head sprayed directly in Draco’s face, soaking him completely. So shocked that for several moments he did not drop the offending sprayer causing him to be thoroughly drenched when at last the hissing object fell to the ground.

The Slytherin shouted. “You did that on purpose!” Smoky eyes flashed silver, his fist clenched at his sides glaring daggers at the cackling Gryffindor.

Harry lay flat on the ground roaring in laughter, so much, so he did not see Draco approach. The sun still high in the afternoon sky was blocked when the blond stood over Harry a grim smile on his handsome face.

“You find that amusing Potter?”

“Absolutely.” Harry laughed pointing at the dripping Slytherin.

Draco nodded. “I guess it is a bit funny, but not nearly as much as this.” From behind his back, he produced the still spraying sprinkler, hitting Harry in the face and nose. The Gryffindor gagged turning away and bolting to his feet while attempting to block another direct spray hit.

However, Draco pulled the hose buried in the wet lawn so Harry tumbled before he got more than a few steps away. Once down the blond pounced shoving the hose under Harry’s chin while he tried to cover his face, laughing and trying to get the hose away. Draco was too fast and instead shoved it under Harry’s shirt a great amount went down the waist of his pants as well.

Harry howled laughing harder his hands attempted to grab the cold wet nozzle; to no avail, finally he squeezed a length of hose folding it in half so the water stopped. For several moments, he stared grinning at the blond perched over his hips dripping water on his face and shaking the sprinkler like it would start.

“Now I got the power, get off me and be good.” The Gryffindor warned green eyes sparkling in mirth, while he brandished the cinched hose.

Draco on the other hand was not watching the bended length of hose. Instead, he watched Harry Potter smiling up at him in a way he had not seen in years. It had captured all of the blonds’ attention. Since he leaned over the green-eye kid by a foot or two, it did not take him much effort to kiss the dark hair wizard. Grey eyes fluttered close, lips pressed solemnly against the one he loves so very much.

Harry did not know how to react; he certainly was not expecting to have Malfoy snog him. In the middle of Privet Drive of all places, and why anyway would this boy kiss another boy. The person who he hates, at least Harry has always thought Malfoy hated him. The brunette teen changed his opinion quickly when a soft moan escaped the blond pinning him to wet grass and the narrow hips slid up on the erection Harry didn’t know he had.

“What are you doing Malfoy?” He question, when the blond moved his lips over Harry’s to press in more. Harry felt oddly light-headed, his heart racing a mile per minute suddenly he wanted Draco to stop. It was weird, he had only ever kissed Cho, but the kiss from this blond, in Harry’s short experience felt much better, than the teary-eyed one he shared with the girl. Just as the Gryffindor’s lips press toward the mouth over him, Draco pulled back face flushed.

“I’m sorry Harry I shouldn’t have done that.” Draco eased off the wet teen but could not pull his eyes off the confused green-eye gaze.

Harry sat up still squeezing the hose firmly. “Why did you do that?” He asked awkwardly, panting and feeling incredibly hot despite the cool water drenching his skin.

The Slytherin gazed fixedly at his schoolmate then taking a deep breath he ventured forward, the Order had decided that he is to tell Potter whatever is necessary to gain his trust. Telling Harry his feelings for him should rate as ‘necessary.’

“It’s a long story but to keep it simple, I am in love with you Harry.” Draco said his face darkened several more shades; he chastised himself for feeling embarrassed. This is still Potter after all, and at one point, they shared some special moments, although not in this time.

Harry blinked several times then raised his eyebrows. “Funny you should mention that. I kind of missed how those buttons you made last semester reflected these emotions.” Harry got to his feet his face dark, still gripping the garden hose. “You know what Malfoy, keep your distance; I don’t need you to ‘help’ me do anything, so shove off!” He snapped stalking over and shutting off the tap. He yanked the hose away from the blond as he got to his feet.

Draco stared a crease formed between his brows; he knew this side all to well. “Yeah that’s right the Great Wizarding Hero will save the day all on his own to hell with anyone that wants to help!” The blond said sarcastically while Harry placed the hose in its proper place.

“I never asked for the title and I sure as hell do not want it!” Harry growled not looking at Draco, and then he whirled around facing dark grey eyes, and flushed face. “Get this straight Malfoy.” Harry stalked closer hand gripped at his side his green eyes dark emeralds. “If I need to die in order to be the hero, then I will happily knowing I never accepted help from you!”

A stretched silence followed those words, then grey eyes softened the blush faded from Draco’s face, he stood up to his full height. He did not want the words to fall from his lips but they did. “That’s fine with you Harry, dieing to be a hero.” He paused taking a steadying breath. “If you die mankind will die, this is where I am from Harry, the dark future where you died a martyr and Voldemort conquers our world. There are many martyr that follow you, like nearly all of the Weasley, Granger as a matter of fact every person in your year in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw they die within two years of your death.” Draco stops watching Harry shake his head. “Still want to be the dead hero, Potter?”

[TBC]