Summer Ecstasy

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Hey there! This will mostly be told from Draco's POV. Hope you enjoy! Thank you to all those who have reviewed so far. These chapters are dedicated to you!!

*NOTE: I made a few changes on chapter titles, so don't be confused if you notice a change to any of them. Titles aren't really my forte. : )

(Oh! And let’s pretend that boars actually do like to eat people)


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“. . . and it is extremely dangerous. Their weight isn’t the only thing to fear, however. Its tusks won’t kill you, but they will certainly do a fair amount of damage on your body. There are few glimpses of these wild boars, but it’s careful to act just as cautious . . .”

Draco rolled his eyes at Granger’s gibberish, nearly scowling at the walking encyclopedia in front of him.

Granger and Theo led the hike, both of them hunched over with their packs of food and supplies on their backs. Potter followed them with his own pack, desperately trying to ignore the giggling couple behind him. Blaise and Weasley, said couple, followed. That left Draco in the rear. He carried his own pack of supplies and food, and even his wand. Granger had told all of them not to bring their wands so that they could fully enjoy the muggle way of hiking. It would make their experience all the more better, she had said.

Draco, on the other hand, thought she could just stuff it. He’d bring his wand if he wanted to. He came on this vacation to relax, not to bloody work or get attacked by bugs. Plus, if any of them were to come across a dangerous situation, Draco Malfoy would be the one to save the day for once and not bloody Harry Potter.

Draco winced, but played it off to himself as a twinge in his foot as he stepped on a thick branch. Why else would he wince? Not for bloody Harry Potter, that’s for sure. The road that led to ‘love’ was blocked off, secure, and surrounded by mines. He would never take that route again.

“Draco, hurry up,” Blaise spoke from in front of him. Draco looked up, and sneered.

“Shut up, will you? I’ll lag behind if I want to.” Just to upset his friend even more, he purposely slowed down his stride. Blaise frowned, but turned back around. Draco let out a soft sigh. He knew he was being a stubborn, annoying git. He couldn’t help it, though. He didn’t want to be here. Maybe if he lagged behind enough, the rest of the group would probably forget about him. Probably wouldn’t even miss him.

Draco sucked in a breath.

Yeah, they definitely wouldn’t miss him. So, what was stopping him from apparating back to the summer home anyway? Draco paused, turning around to look behind him. A wall of trees met his view, but he could look down and still see a glimpse of the roof of the house. They must be on a high hill to have that much of a view, Draco thought and sighed. He turned around and reluctantly followed the group, keeping his leisurely pace.

Several minutes went by as the group trudged on. It felt like hours to Draco though. He listened as the group talked and laughed up ahead of him. Even Ha-Potter seemed like he was having the time of his life as he sang a muggle tune with Granger. He wish he could do the same, but he wanted nothing more than to leave them. He wanted to turn around and run straight back where they had come from. Back into his rooms where he was safe and warm. Back where he could cry his heart out without irritating witnesses to judge him.

“Hey Draco?”

The blonde looked up, suddenly seeing Blaise walking beside him. He glanced over and saw Weasley talking and laughing with Har-Potter up ahead. Harry’s laughter was low, but full of happiness. Despite how much he hated it, the sound was music to his soul. He didn’t want Harry to laugh with the Weasley. He wanted him to laugh with Draco. Just Draco, and only Draco. Why couldn’t Harry want that, too?

Draco tore his eyes away finally, determined to tear up that very single thought, and looked back at Blaise.

“Yes?” he drawled, trying for an indifferent tone. He didn’t really care if he triumphed or not.

Blaise sighed. “Listen, cut with the shit, Draco. Something is up and I want you to tell me.”

Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes as he continued forward, nose stuck high into the air. “Now why do you think something is wrong?” he asked, cool eyes staring straight ahead towards the sky.

Blaise frowned. “Well, I can tell you’re avoiding Potter. Everyone can. Probably even Potter, as dense as he is. So what happened between you two, huh? Yesterday, you were all buddy-buddy together.”

Draco plastered on a smirk. “So? And I’m not avoiding Potter. Since when have I ever wanted to hang out with Golden Boy anyway?”

Blaise’s frown deepened. “Draco, stop. You’re my best friend. I can tell when something is wrong with you.” He stopped walking, which halted Draco as well. The blonde raised an aristocratic eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Yes, I do,” he sneered behind gritted teeth. His eyes burned into Draco’s as the two Slytherins fought it out with an eye competition. Normally, Draco would’ve won but today was just not his day. He rolled his eyes and shoved past Blaise. The rest of the group were yards away from him. Any longer and Blaise and Draco would miss them entirely. Not that Draco really cared.

“Draco!” Blaise shouted from behind him. Draco sneered and walked faster, deftly ignoring his dark haired friend. Blaise was evoking up emotions in the blonde that he rather not have, and it was grating his nerves.

“Blaise, just shut up.”

“No, you listen. You’re being a bloody ponce about this and I want to know what’s going on!”

So caught up in their bickering, the two Slytherins didn’t realize that they were heading off the trail and farther into a thick of trees. Lush greenery surround them. But all too soon, the trees gave way into a clearing that suddenly ended at the edge of a cliff. A river ran past them, ending and falling as a waterfall over the cliff. And down below—sharp rocks and white water. Normally, Draco would’ve gasped at the beauty of such scenery, but he deftly ignored the clear white water of the river as well as the wonderful soft horizon that stretched far beyond them.

Draco scowled as he tore his eyes away from nature’s beauty, and fixed his glare on his best friend.

“Blaise, it’s not even your business, so I would appreciate if you would kindly fuck off,” sneered the blonde as he whirled back around with his back to the cliff. “I don’t have to talk to you if I don’t want to so why don’t you just stop pretending that you care and just bloody leave.”

“Fuck you!” Blaise shouted, growing terrified of his friend’s attitude. Draco had never acted like this towards him. “We’re friends, Draco, and I don’t know what the hell crawled up into your ass last night, but you’re getting on everyone’s nerves with your ‘Pity Me’ act. Now what the fuck is going on?”

Draco saw red, but stood still and gritted his teeth. “If you must know, it’s fucking Potter, alright?!” he yelled, biting back tears at his own confession.

Blaise frowned, and calmed down some seeing how his friend appeared as if he wanted to break down in tears right then. “What did Potter do?” he asked, already making plans to ask the Gryffindor himself.

Draco could feel the stinging in his eyes, but hell if he was going to start breaking down crying like a little baby. Especially in front of his friend.

“Nothing,” he retorted. “Acting like his usual Golden Boy self, of course.”

“Like that has ever upset you like this before. Seriously, there’s more than that. What the hell did he —?”

“Malfoy?”

Draco’s head whipped to the side so fast, he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash. His eyes locked on a pair of green, and he held his breath. If it wasn’t the Golden Boy himself, Draco sneered.

“Potter,” he spat.

Ha-Potter stepped back, surprised to see such hatred in those eyes. He felt a bit hurt, too, looking into those icy cold blue eyes. Draco wasn’t in front of him. No, Malfoy was back and Harry didn’t like it one bit. He looked over at Zabini, who stood a few feet from Draco and was glaring at Harry as well.

“What the hell did you do to him, Potter?” Zabini growled, rounding on him instantly. Harry frowned.

“What? I didn’t do anything to him.”

Draco scoffed, right on cue. Both men turned to face him.

“Draco?”

“Malfoy?”

Draco glared at Harry, and the phrase “If looks could kill” crossed his mind. If only . . .

“Honestly, Potter, why don’t you just go on your merry way to Granger and the Weasel? I’ll bet they’re missing their little Golden Hero,” he sneered.

He was slightly amused to see Potter’s jaw drop in surprise. He had the urge to go over to him and punch his jaw back into place just so that he wouldn’t have look like a gaping fish forever. Leave it to Potter to pull off that look and still be worshiped by the Wizarding World.

“E-Excuse me?” Potter spluttered.

Draco didn’t bother rolling his eyes. “Care for me to repeat it then, Potter? Merlin knows you’re too slow to hear the first time.”

Potter glared. “You know what, Malfoy —!”

“Potter!”

Draco turned to look at Blaise, who had shouted, and saw that his Slytherin friend was glaring at Potter.

“Just what did you do to him, Potter?” he asked coldly.

Draco watched as Potter had the nerve to continue his confused act. “What are you two talking about? I haven’t done anything to him. If anyone is to be blamed, it’s you!” he cried, glaring with heated eyes towards Malfoy.

“Me?!”

“Yes! You felt me up all last night. You tricked me into going into that bar with you.”

Draco’s teeth gritted and his hands clenched into tight fists, the skin on his knuckles turning white. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you then, Potter,” he snapped, his voice cutting and cold as ice. “I’m sorry for having a Death Eater for a father! I’m sorry for being a Slytherin! I’m sorry for being such a selfish prat with an awful attitude who you think has high standards for everything! I’m sorry for even ever existing!” He took a deep breath. “And I’m sorry you’ll never think that I might’ve actually changed!” By the time he had ended his rant, his eyes had gone wild with hurt and his chest was heaving deeply and unevenly.

So much more . . . There was so much more that he wanted to say, like how he might’ve actually fallen for the stupid bloody Gryffindor, how he wished Harry could just forget about the past, how he had dreamt of a loving Harry last night even after he had heard the Gryffindor’s rejection. But it was a waste of breath, he knew it.

He watched as Potter just stared at him, and for a moment it seemed like Potter actually wanted to say something. Draco waited, practically leaning forward as he waited for Potter to speak.

“Malfoy . . .” But Potter stopped, his eyes going round as he stared past Blaise and Draco. The Slytherins turned, and froze.

There, just fifty yards away, stood a dark wild boar. It had crawled out from the forest just seconds earlier, and now it stood frozen as it eyed its prey. Large ivory tusks gleamed in the sunlight as the boar shifted, its dark, russet hair standing on end. Its foul animalistic appearance frightened the three wizards as it looked at them. Wild red eyes stared, watchful and almost calculating as they roamed over them. The pale white creature appeared succulent, were the wild boar’s thoughts. Delicious. Its hooves quivered on the ground in anticipation as it prepared to charge at its prey.

“Draco!” Blaise hissed, his eyes overflowing with fear and concern. “Let’s get out of here.”

The blonde nodded and inched away from the wild beast, a little more afraid when the wild boar snorted its disapproval. The boar pawed the ground, its wild eyes fixed on Draco now.

“Draco!” Blaise cried softly again, seeing that he had become the wild boar’s prey. “Run!”

But the blonde stood still and did something better. He reached for his wand.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying to watch the wild boar as well as Draco’s movements. Thank goodness the blonde had brought his wand, he thought. Harry hadn’t brought his, but only since he knew Hermione would rummage through his pack, believing that “Going Muggle” would make their trip a better experience.

The irony wasn’t lost on Harry.

Nor Draco.

Bloody Gryffindor, telling them not to bring their wands, were Draco’s thoughts. His hand shook as he held his wand aloft, opening his mouth to say the spell that would stun the boar.

“Draco!”

“Shut up, Bl —”

“DRACO!” This time, Harry had yelled because now the wild boar had charged. Its tusks swung violently as it raced towards Draco. The blonde had time to throw a quick stunner, but Harry already knew the blonde was still in serious danger. He leapt, falling against the blonde and throwing them both a few feet from the boar, where it stood still where Draco had been seconds earlier.

Harry, however, was still flying though the air, landing on his back too close to the edge of the cliff. His body rolled, and then he was falling, his hands flying to catch onto anything to keep him from falling to his death.

Then his hand caught onto something, something warm and soft. Harry looked up, seeing Draco hovering over him. His pale face was growing red with exertion as he tried to keep hold of the brunette before he fell, and Harry’s grip on him grew tighter.

“Draco,” he whispered in fear.

The blonde looked at him, tightening his grip as he began to pull Harry up. But he was too heavy. Draco’s arms strained to keep hold of him.

“Jeez, Potter . . .” Draco grunted. “Making me . . . risk *pant* my life . . . to save yours . . .”

Harry had the decency to blush, but his eyes narrowed at his ‘savior’. “No one . . . asked you to,” he breathed. He gritted his teeth as he tried to pull himself up the blonde’s arms. Draco panted as he pulled as well, looking at Harry. Emerald green eyes clouded with fear met panicked blue.

He gulped. “Harry . . .”

“Look out!”

Draco whirled to see why Blaise had suddenly shouted, and froze. The wild boar was up again, and furious. The beast’s scarlet glare bore into Draco’s eyes. Its hooves stamped once on the ground, his snout snorting dust into the air, and his stance tense as he prepared to charge once more. Draco turned back to Harry, who was oblivious to the sudden turn of events. He stared at him. “So help me, Potter, if I die I’m coming back to haunt you,” he gasped. Then, he pulled with all his might. Harry groaned as he was lifted up and seconds later he was struggling back up to Draco’s side, his feet finally touched the ground.

“Draco,” Harry panted, still clutching onto the blonde’s arms in relief. The blonde had just saved his life! Harry was gobsmacked. Never before had he been saved like this. Was this how being saved felt?

Harry looked at Draco, his eyes shining. “Thank y —”

“Move!” Draco screamed, and pushed Harry away from him.

Then, everything began to happen in slow motion.

As Harry fell, he could see the boar charging towards Draco. He could see the blonde’s fear as he raised his wand again, knowing that he didn’t have a chance because his luck had now run out. He could see everything happening all at once, yet he couldn’t do anything. Pain shot up his side as it slammed into the earth, but Harry paid it no mind. His green eyes grew round with heart stopping fear as the boar collided with Draco, its heavy and bulky weight overpowering Draco’s lithe frame. His pale body had no chance up against the beast. The blonde had only seconds to realize what was happening to him, but it was too late.

Harry watched as Draco, along with the wild boar tumbled over the edge of the cliff and into the rushing river below.

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