Close To Crazy

Driving, Marriage, & Changes.

“So…are you gonna kill me before we get to wherever it is you live or after?” Draco asked, sitting in the passenger seat in the front where Potter could ‘keep an eye on him.’ The former Gryffindor just looked at him. “Oh…your just going to hold me in suspense and smother me in my sleep with a pillow.” Potter quirked a lip. “Oh Merlin! Did you just smile?” Draco said faking surprise, Harry stopped quirking. “You don’t talk very much,” Draco mused a minuet later.
“And you talk too much.” Harry grumbled, Draco flashed a sarcastic smile.
“What happened to James?” Draco asked
“What? Who?”
“The man who was in the hotel with me…is he okay? Did you hurt him?” The blonde asked the smallest amount of desperation crawling in his voice.
“No…I erased his memory and left him at the hotel.” Harry said plainly.
“Oh…well, that’s good.”
“I suppose.”
“What about my team? Do they remember me at all? Do you know about them? Are they hurt?” Draco asked,
“They are fine. Yes. Yes. No.” Harry said slightly exasperated. “Can you just be quiet now?”
“Yes…I can.” So Draco did. Why he was doing what Potter asked he wasn’t sure, but there it was.
“Why an assassian?” Harry asked an hour later. Good lord where in the hell did Potter live?
“I am cunning you know. And brilliant.” Potter snorted “Actually Jacob found me, trained me and ever since…I don’t know. He was good to me. And I felt like I owed him or something. So now I kill bad guys for a living,” Draco looked at the other man pointedly “Well I did anyway.”
“Hm…”
“Yes…Hm.”
“Does’t it bother you that you just kill people?”
“Nope. I kill scum. Bad people. I cant really feel bad for ridding the world of bad things. It would be like being upset for making the world a better place, no matter how little it is I do.” Draco said thoughtfully.
“Your a lot different.” Harry stated.
“I have reason to be.” Draco looked at Harry “So are you, different I mean. Are you married?”
“Heh. Not anymore.”
“Why not?” the former Slytherin asked “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“It just got bad. It went bad. I couldn’t give Ginny what she wanted so she went elsewhere for it, I found out and I couldn’t live with the fact that she went to someone else for what I was supposed to give her. So we ended it. But it more so revolved around the fact that I just couldn’t give her what she wanted.” Harry said “I can’t blame her for what she did, but I didn’t make it hurt any less.” Draco just nodded.
“How about you? Married?”
“Nope. Not the marryin kind. And I know I won’t be now.”
“What, why?”
“Well your going to kill me or send me to Azkaban, so really…” Draco trailed off
“What makes you think I’m going to kill you?”
“Well you hate me, there is that.” Harry didn’t have anything to say to that.

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Grunt. “you’ll learn your place” Grunt “and you’ll forget him.” Release. Silver eyes pinned Draco down as he sobbed, a broken child. “You’ll thank me for this one day Draco.” A hand smoothed his hair, Draco wanted to scream. To cry. To do anything just to get away.
Leave.
Draco looked down at himself. Blood.
So much blood…

“Malfoy…Malfoy! Wake the fuck up!” A hand grabbed at Draco’s shoulder and shook roughly. Draco jumped and made a grab for the hand. But he couldn’t, his hands were bound. Why the fuck were his hands bound? Draco opened his eyes and locked them on the hand. Large, sun kissed fingers. He followed up the arm muscles, a few freckles dusted across the bicep and then a face. Green eyes, wild ebony hair. Potter. Oh yeah, Draco was a prisoner. Something crossed the green-eyed mans face but just as quickly as it had come it was gone.
“You okay?” Potter asked still holding onto Draco’s shoulder,
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. What happened? Where are we?”
“You fell asleep.” Harry looked at his hand and released Draco’s shoulder, “We are just inside my property, have about another three minuets to go and then I’ll show you your room.”
“How much property do you have?” Draco asked
“A lot.”
“Wait, my room?”
“Well where did you think you would sleep? The barn?”
“You have a barn?” Draco questioned a smile creeping in his voice, Harry growled.
“Yes I have a barn. I have a farm.” Draco doubled over in laughter,
“Wait, wait, wait…let me get this straight. You have a farm? Farmer Potter?” That threw him into another fit of giggles, Harry scowled. “Farmer Potter…I can see it now…you strutting around in overalls some pitchfork at you side…” he laughed harder. Harry rolled his eyes,
“I’m not a farmer. I have a farm. You great ninny.” Harry had to admit that Draco's laughter was somewhat contagious and he quirked a smile. “Oh for Pete's sake shut your pie hole! Its not that damn funny!”
“…Yes…yes it is.”
“Whatever…we’re here.” Harry threw off his seat belt and got out.
“Oy…calm down a little Potter I’m just having a some fun.” Draco waited for Harry to let him out of the car. and then Potter walked away. “Damn it Potter! You let me out of here!! I have to take a piss!” No answer. “Bloody hell,” Draco grumbled, shifting around and somehow managing to get his seat-belt undone, then he turned around and started to work on the door handle. After about ten minuets or so of struggling he finally got it. “HA!” he shouted triumphantly and then promptly fell out of the car onto his ass “Godammit!” Draco cursed, someone laughed above him, Draco looked up and his breath caught. Harry was standing above him dressed in an old pair of running shorts and a ragged t-shirt. His hair was wild and slightly damp, he must have showered while Draco was trying to get out of the car, maybe he had been in there longer then he thought. The sun was setting and luminescent glow hit Harry just right lighting up whole face, his eyes sparkled with laughter. And, Draco swore he had never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life. “Oh my God…” the blonde murmmered.
“What?” Harry asked, Draco shook his head. He didn’t think Potter was attractive and nor was he gay so what the heck was that about? Okay it was questionable whether or not he was gay, after all he did kiss Jamie…
“Nothing.” Draco said but God, there was something. “are you gonna stand there gaping at me or help me up?” The laughter died and Harry’s eyes and Draco wanted it back. Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulders and picked him up.
“There, happy?”
“Where are your glasses?” Draco asked ignoring Harry’s question,
“What? Oh…must forgot them upstairs. I’m gonna release your hands now but none of that funny kicking my ass crap alright? You can't get away anyway. Okay?”
“Okay.” Draco said, Harry nodded and waved his hand. Draco's hands came undone and Draco groaned at the release. Harry stiffened at the sound and Draco rubbed his wrists, then he started to walk up the stairs leading to Harry’s house. “Looks good by the way.” Draco called over his shoulder, Harry turned and started to follow.
“What?”
“You. Without the glasses. You look good.”

TBC!!!