Draco's Escort Service
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,383
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
A small town was quickly reached and Malfoy uncertainly followed Harry’s lead, though he most likely kept one hand clutched around his wand in the pocket of his cape. Harry did exactly as Draco had sardonically suggested—marched straight into town and stopped at the first open pub.
The barkeep looked at them curiously, but said nothing when Harry ordered two pints of best and sat down at a small table in the corner. The barmaid was more talkative when she brought them their ales. She looked from one of them to the other in approval. Her eyes lingered on Malfoy.
“What’s with the brooms and capes, mate?” she asked pleasantly.
“Renaissance Faire,” Harry said. “Car broke down.”
“Couldn’t you have left the brooms in the car?” she asked.
Potter snorted. “You’re joking! These are handmade, they are. Impossible to replace.”
She laughed. “All right, don’t get your dander up. You need a lift back to your car when you’re done here?” Her eyes sparkled suggestively.
Harry shook his head. “Got a ride coming. Thanks, though.”
She took their order and left. Malfoy raised a brow at him as though impressed. Harry grinned in an I-told-you-so manner. They ate a huge lunch and drank far more than they should have. Harry was in a celebratory mood after escaping the forest intact. He had prepared for the journey by carrying both wizarding and Muggle money, so he paid for the meal and they departed, albeit somewhat unsteadily.
They meandered through the town a bit before heading out on what looked to be a little used road. They couldn’t take to brooms until the danger of being spotted was past, which meant a quick walk to the far outskirts of the village.
“That barmaid wanted me,” Draco said suddenly.
“I thought you didn’t touch Muggles. They’re tainted and all that.”
“I might make an exception for that one. She was bloody cute.” Draco slanted a silver gaze at Harry. “Almost as cute as you, Potter.”
Harry flushed. “Very funny.”
Draco laughed. “It’s ridiculously easy to make you blush, you know?” Draco reached out a hand and brushed a thumb across Harry’s cheek.
Harry knocked his hand away in annoyance.
“Are you drunk?” he asked sharply.
“No. Just pleasantly tipsy,” Draco replied. “Those Muggles make pretty good ale.”
Draco tripped suddenly and Harry instinctively caught his arm to keep him from falling. He dragged Malfoy upright, though Draco’s broom smacked into the dirt. Draco closed both fists in Harry’s shirt. He swayed forward and Harry braced himself to keep them from toppling backward. Malfoy’s lips brushed Harry’s neck as he leaned forward to whisper to Harry with a chuckle.
“I knew you’d catch me.”
“You are drunk!” Harry exclaimed. Draco slid both arms around Harry’s neck despite Harry’s efforts to dislodge him.
“No, no, no. I’m fine.” Draco steadied himself and pulled back slightly to look into Harry’s face. “Want me to kiss you again, Potter?” His silver eyes sparkled with merriment and he smiled in wicked delight. Harry almost smiled back—God, but Malfoy was irritatingly charming in this state.
“Of course,” Harry snapped, hoping to snap Draco out of it with sarcasm. “I live to be kissed by you.”
Draco took him at his word. He leaned forward again and clamped his lips to Harry’s. Potter’s eyes opened in surprise—he hadn’t expected Draco to actually do it. Thankfully, the kiss wasn’t as ravishing and molten as Malfoy’s last attempt—this was more of a sweet tease and Draco actually chuckled as he nibbled at Harry’s mouth. Malfoy’s hands reached up to touch Harry’s face and his thumbs pressed the corners of his mouth.
“Loosen up, Potter,” he breathed with his lips still brushing Harry’s. “Learn to have a little fun.”
His words jolted Harry more than Draco could have known. Harry could not even remember the last time he had done anything remotely fun. He scowled and dropped his broom, then grabbed Draco’s face with both hands. If Malfoy wanted kissing, Harry would bloody well oblige him.
He slanted his mouth over Draco’s, which seemed to be what Malfoy was waiting for. His hands twisted into Harry’s hair and his tongue began an assault that made his kiss in the forest seem like child’s play. Harry felt reality slanting away as pure pleasure washed over him. His hands slid from Draco’s face into his silken hair as Harry was overcome by sheer animal need. Part of him was screaming at the wrongness of it, but he found he didn’t care. He wanted… he needed… God, he must be insane. Draco’s mouth left his to blaze a wet path down Harry’s jaw to the hollow of his collar bone. Harry shuddered.
Malfoy’s hands left Harry’s hair gently and gripped Potter’s shoulders as he pushed himself away forcibly. He was panting. Draco grinned weakly at Harry.
“I think that’s enough fun for one afternoon,” he said shakily. He bent down and picked up his broom. Harry drew a ragged breath and did the same in a shocked daze. Malfoy started jauntily down the road and then glanced back briefly. He paused, waited for Harry, and prepared to mount his broom.
“Hey, Potter?”
Harry reluctantly met the fathomless grey eyes, to find them gazing at him in perfect clarity. A wide grin curved Draco’s lips.
“Yeah?” Harry asked.
“Malfoys never get drunk.”
He chuckled and soared into the air. Harry felt pole axed. The bastard had engineered the whole—! Harry furiously mounted his broom and took off in pursuit.
A small town was quickly reached and Malfoy uncertainly followed Harry’s lead, though he most likely kept one hand clutched around his wand in the pocket of his cape. Harry did exactly as Draco had sardonically suggested—marched straight into town and stopped at the first open pub.
The barkeep looked at them curiously, but said nothing when Harry ordered two pints of best and sat down at a small table in the corner. The barmaid was more talkative when she brought them their ales. She looked from one of them to the other in approval. Her eyes lingered on Malfoy.
“What’s with the brooms and capes, mate?” she asked pleasantly.
“Renaissance Faire,” Harry said. “Car broke down.”
“Couldn’t you have left the brooms in the car?” she asked.
Potter snorted. “You’re joking! These are handmade, they are. Impossible to replace.”
She laughed. “All right, don’t get your dander up. You need a lift back to your car when you’re done here?” Her eyes sparkled suggestively.
Harry shook his head. “Got a ride coming. Thanks, though.”
She took their order and left. Malfoy raised a brow at him as though impressed. Harry grinned in an I-told-you-so manner. They ate a huge lunch and drank far more than they should have. Harry was in a celebratory mood after escaping the forest intact. He had prepared for the journey by carrying both wizarding and Muggle money, so he paid for the meal and they departed, albeit somewhat unsteadily.
They meandered through the town a bit before heading out on what looked to be a little used road. They couldn’t take to brooms until the danger of being spotted was past, which meant a quick walk to the far outskirts of the village.
“That barmaid wanted me,” Draco said suddenly.
“I thought you didn’t touch Muggles. They’re tainted and all that.”
“I might make an exception for that one. She was bloody cute.” Draco slanted a silver gaze at Harry. “Almost as cute as you, Potter.”
Harry flushed. “Very funny.”
Draco laughed. “It’s ridiculously easy to make you blush, you know?” Draco reached out a hand and brushed a thumb across Harry’s cheek.
Harry knocked his hand away in annoyance.
“Are you drunk?” he asked sharply.
“No. Just pleasantly tipsy,” Draco replied. “Those Muggles make pretty good ale.”
Draco tripped suddenly and Harry instinctively caught his arm to keep him from falling. He dragged Malfoy upright, though Draco’s broom smacked into the dirt. Draco closed both fists in Harry’s shirt. He swayed forward and Harry braced himself to keep them from toppling backward. Malfoy’s lips brushed Harry’s neck as he leaned forward to whisper to Harry with a chuckle.
“I knew you’d catch me.”
“You are drunk!” Harry exclaimed. Draco slid both arms around Harry’s neck despite Harry’s efforts to dislodge him.
“No, no, no. I’m fine.” Draco steadied himself and pulled back slightly to look into Harry’s face. “Want me to kiss you again, Potter?” His silver eyes sparkled with merriment and he smiled in wicked delight. Harry almost smiled back—God, but Malfoy was irritatingly charming in this state.
“Of course,” Harry snapped, hoping to snap Draco out of it with sarcasm. “I live to be kissed by you.”
Draco took him at his word. He leaned forward again and clamped his lips to Harry’s. Potter’s eyes opened in surprise—he hadn’t expected Draco to actually do it. Thankfully, the kiss wasn’t as ravishing and molten as Malfoy’s last attempt—this was more of a sweet tease and Draco actually chuckled as he nibbled at Harry’s mouth. Malfoy’s hands reached up to touch Harry’s face and his thumbs pressed the corners of his mouth.
“Loosen up, Potter,” he breathed with his lips still brushing Harry’s. “Learn to have a little fun.”
His words jolted Harry more than Draco could have known. Harry could not even remember the last time he had done anything remotely fun. He scowled and dropped his broom, then grabbed Draco’s face with both hands. If Malfoy wanted kissing, Harry would bloody well oblige him.
He slanted his mouth over Draco’s, which seemed to be what Malfoy was waiting for. His hands twisted into Harry’s hair and his tongue began an assault that made his kiss in the forest seem like child’s play. Harry felt reality slanting away as pure pleasure washed over him. His hands slid from Draco’s face into his silken hair as Harry was overcome by sheer animal need. Part of him was screaming at the wrongness of it, but he found he didn’t care. He wanted… he needed… God, he must be insane. Draco’s mouth left his to blaze a wet path down Harry’s jaw to the hollow of his collar bone. Harry shuddered.
Malfoy’s hands left Harry’s hair gently and gripped Potter’s shoulders as he pushed himself away forcibly. He was panting. Draco grinned weakly at Harry.
“I think that’s enough fun for one afternoon,” he said shakily. He bent down and picked up his broom. Harry drew a ragged breath and did the same in a shocked daze. Malfoy started jauntily down the road and then glanced back briefly. He paused, waited for Harry, and prepared to mount his broom.
“Hey, Potter?”
Harry reluctantly met the fathomless grey eyes, to find them gazing at him in perfect clarity. A wide grin curved Draco’s lips.
“Yeah?” Harry asked.
“Malfoys never get drunk.”
He chuckled and soared into the air. Harry felt pole axed. The bastard had engineered the whole—! Harry furiously mounted his broom and took off in pursuit.