Close To Crazy

Sweat, Erections, & Coco Puffs.

Time passed. And neither men spoke to eachother, Harry had made it clear that he liked to do things alone and Draco decided it was best to let him do just that. They ate alone, Harry would leave a plate on the breakfeast nook at every meal and Draco would take it back to his room. Draco was a prisioner, and Harry had made thatclear to Draco the night they first got there. Harry had started to wonder when Fudge was going to call him about Malfoy’s next hearing and decided to take the initiative and visit the Minister. And then he visited him again, and four times after that. That was three weeks ago and now Harry was getting angry.
“This is bullshit…” he mumbled heading to the basement. When Harry had first moved in there was a basement the previous landlord had said he like the idea and Harry just assumed the guy was parinoid, everytime he had met with him, the guy was dressed in all black and was constantly hissing at the sun. Eitherway, Harry had taken the basement and turned it into something along the lines of a mini-gym and Harry enjoyed it. It let him get rid of most of the anger he harbored which was better then things exploding around him. Harry got downstairs and stopped, sounds came from his gym and he peaked around the corner. There was Draco, decked out in an old pair of Harry’s sweats, bear-chested kicking the shit out of Harry’s punching bag. Sweat dripped down Dracos chest as he took a roundhouse to the punching bag, nearly knocking it off its chain.
“Fucking” Harry heard Draco say as he punched “piece” right jab “of ” left hook “shit!” another roundhouse. Draco pulled back bouncing on the balls of his feet,
“Help you Potter?” Draco said rolling his shoulders and turned around to face Harry. It was hot suddenly, Harry was really hot now. Draco looked…delectable. Perspiration, dripped down Draco’s face and curled down his neck. Harry suppresed the sudden urge to lean over and lick it away. Draco’s eyes were fevered, a deliquescent silver gaze that Harry felt like he would melt under. Draco licked his lips and Harry followed the movement.
“See something you like Potter?” Draco asked shattering Harry’s thoughts, Harry scowled and moved past Draco. Harry sat down on the small bench and proceded to tape his hands.
“Get a hold of Fudge yet?” Malfoy asked wiping his face with a towl, Harry shook his head.
“No, I don’t know what the hell he is doing…he cant be that bloody busy can he?” Draco shrugged elegently.
“Cant wait to get me out of here eh?” Draco asked
“What? No that’s-”
“It’s okay Potter. I know why. I mean honestly I was quite the asshole when I was younger.” Draco bent down and grabbed the bottle of water at Harry’s feet, he came back up meeting Harry in the eye half-way up. “But people do change you know.” he took a swallow and breezed out out the room, leaving Harry slightly confused.

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Ragged breath. Feet pounding. Just get away . Draco had to get away. Something was chasing him. A monster. Branches slapped against his body, he was nude. Legs getting heavy, tired. More ragged breaths. Starting to get tired. So tired. A grinding hault, a cliff.
“Draco…” a singsong voice calls out. And Draco screams, and then he jumps, plummiting to his death. But arms hold him, he looks up…green and black. A flash of white, a smile and Draco is safe.

Draco sat up, Odd… he thought no blood…. Draco laid back and scratched lazily at his leg. He felt…good. Really good actually, he slep relatively well and after the workout yesterday his muscles were a little sore, but in a good way. Draco got up and noticed his little buddy was up too. Funny he hadn’t had an erection in awhile. He shrugged and went to the bathroom, ready for a shower. Once he got in and finished washing, he tentaively touched himself feeling like a complete git. He knew that if anyone was watching him he would look like a thirteen year old boy having his first expereince in masturbating. But that was dumb, true he hadn’t done anything sexual in eighteen years but there were reasons. Once, when he had been dating some woman named Angela, she had invited him up to her apartment so he went up. But when she started to advance on him he would got nervous and then the memories would plauge him, so he couldn’t get hard. At first she said it was okay but by the fifth time she informed him that he was a joke and could not be considered a man. After that experince, Draco decided to tell each woman he dated that he believed sex should wait until after marrige.
“This is crap…” Draco said to himself ,“I can bloody well wank off.” It was slow at first, gentle even and then began to speed up. Draco slid his hand up and down the shaft running his thumb over the slit and he gasped. The blonde began to realize that he had missed his own body. The feel of it,
“Fuck…” he groaned, pumping into his hand faster. And then images flashed through his mind, and Draco instantly seized up expecting blood and pain but no. There was warmth, and green eyes, the sent of sandlewood, and wild black hair. And then Draco came, without moving again, and he came hard. Spurting himself all over the wall in front of him. He collapsed on the tile floor watching his seed swirl down the drain wondering why he had been thinking of Harry.

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After the shower Draco crept down the stairs clad in a pair of Potter’s old sweats and something the Muggles called 'wife beater' which was really just a white tank-top. Once he got into the kitchen he went over to the fridge and happened to look at the clock.
“Six am?” he murmmered and grabbed the milk. He pulled out the cereal, some muggle breakfeast that Harry swore by, and dumped it into a bowl with milk. Draco sat down and looked at the box “Coco Puffs™…” some bird was on the front, he turned the box over and scooped a spoonfull of ‘Coco Puffs™’ into his mouth. “huh,” he said aloud “chocolaty.” The bird on the box had a large bubble over his head proclaiming he was ‘Cuckoo for Coco Puffs™!’. Draco shook his head remembering how he had over-heard Potter watching the telly one day and some annoying voice shouting that same quote. Draco assumed that was how Muggles sold things, and though it was annoying it did stick with you.
“I’m Cuckoo for Coco Puffs™!” Draco announced to himself mimicking the cuckoo bird.
“Are you now?” Draco froze and looked up, there stood Potter in jeans and a flannel shirt that hung open, a small smile playing on his face. 'Lord does he look good'Draco thought, smiled back and got up, intent on taking his still half-full bowl up to his room.
“Stay.” He heard Potter say. And so Draco did.

TBC!!!