Adrift

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Masochistic Angel gave me a challenge and I pounced! lol.

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DING DONG. The doorbell resounded through the cavernous house, up the stairs and into the sitting room. Ginny Potter looked up from the book she was reading as she heard the bell sounding in the house. She paused a moment, listening closely.

The doorbell rang once more she let out an impatient sigh.

"Luna!" she called. "Get the door!"

"Yes, Mistress Potter," came the airy reply as a short, blond girl passed by the doorway, clothed in a maids uniform.

"And stop calling me that," Ginny said crossly.

"Sorry, Mistress Potter," Luna apologized, prancing unprofessionally down the winding stairs and into the foyer. She smoothed down the black skirt she wore and opened the door.

On the threshold stood a tall boy of about 20 years old. He had blazing red hair and many freckles on his face. He was clothed in worn down jeans and a ratty t-shirt. The maid stood back and allowed the boy to enter. He was looking around in marvel at the humongous entrance way, complete with a large glass fountain. In the middle of the fountain stood a marble unicorn with water spouting from its horn.

"Are you here for Mistress Potter?" Luna asked, looking at the boy wonderingly. Her large eyes watched him as he walked carefully around the entrance hall, gazing in wonderment at the statues that stood on pedestals around the room.

"Huh?" he asked when Luna addressed him. "Uh, yeah."

Luna gave him a faraway smile and turned to climb the long circular stair once more. When she reached the landing, she turned and glided into the sitting room where Ginny still sat. She walked over to the chaise lounge chair on which Ginny was situated, the bright California sun filtering in through the French doors leading to the balcony that had been thrown open to allow a light breeze to permeate the room.

"Mistress Potter, there is a man here to see you," Luna addressed her in a dreamy voice.

"Who is it?" she asked without looking up from her book.

"I didn't ask," Luna said, her eyes focused outside on a white butterfly that was fluttering around the potted plants that grew there.

Ginny sighed in annoyance and got to her feet. She left Luna standing in the room and walked out to the landing. She looked over the railing that looked down on the foyer. She caught sight of a head of red hair and let out an excited shriek.

She rushed down the stairs and into her brother's arms. Ron hugged her tightly then smiled at her when she pulled away.

"Nice to see you too," he greeted her. He stood back and took in her appearance. She was clothed in a light summer dress, made from very expensive material. Flowers adorned the material that fell to just above her knees. The top was pulled around her neck much like a halter top.

"Well, come see the house!" she said excitedly. She grabbed her brother's hand and led him out of the foyer, past the fountain and into a very spacious room. Many windows covered the walls, allowing the sunlight to fall into the space.

In the corner of the room was a white grand piano complete with a single red rose perched in a glass vase on its edge. A pure white sectional couch was curled around a rather large television set. The coffee table in front of the couch was made of a dark, rich wood. Magazines were piled gracefully on its surface such as Cosmo and some car magazines.

Ginny pulled Ron past the piano and outside to the back yard area. Palm trees surrounded a sparkling pool and hot tub. The pool spilled over the edge, making it appear as if it never ended. In the corner was a flowing waterfall, cascading water into the pool. Beyond the pool were miles of green palm trees in all directions.

Ron gazed around in wonder at the lush vegetation and beautiful pool. Ginny moved behind him and underneath a large umbrella that stood over a few chairs that appeared to be upholstered in a very expensive material. Ron followed her with a dazed expression on his face.

He looked incredibly out of place in the beautiful surroundings in his grungy jeans and tee-shirt. Ginny smiled at him as he sat down slowly, still gazing around him, his mouth hanging open.

"Wow, Ginny," he said at last. "I heard you married up, but this is up!"

She only grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Isn't it wonderful? I always told you I would marry someone who had this someday."

"Yeah, and I didn't believe you," Ron said, still looking around him in wonderment. "So what is this Harry guy like? You said he's only 20?"

"Yes," she said, a contented smile on her face. "He's just become the youngest partner at his law firm. His parents are proprietors of all the jewelry stores in Beverly Hills. They are the number one sellers of diamonds in the area!"

"Which is how you got that enormous rock!" Ron exclaimed, catching sight of her hand. She held it up, grinning.

A huge canary diamond adorned a silver band on her left ring finger. She smiled at it fondly, fingering it slightly.

"Yes, Harry likes me to have the best," she said smugly.

At that moment, Luna appeared at the door, looking as though she didn't quite know why she was there.

"What is it, Luna?" Ginny asked disdainfully.

"Mister Potter is home," she said dreamily before gliding away. Ginny sneered and rolled her eyes at her retreating back. She turned to Ron who looked surprised.

"I don't know why Harry keeps her on," she said, still scowling. "She's no use. There are plenty of better maids available but he insists on keeping her around."

They heard a noise inside the house and Ginny rose from her seat as Harry came out onto the porch.

"There's my girl," he greeted her happily. She smiled as he kissed her on the cheek. He turned around and caught sight of Ron and frowned. His eyes flittered over his body, taking in the ratty clothes and dirty jeans.

"Harry," Ginny said quickly before he could say anything. "This is my brother, Ron."

Harry's expression quickly changed from one of disgust to a welcoming one. The rapidness of the change was astounding. He quickly moved forward, holding out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Harry. It's so nice to meet someone from Ginny's family finally. She likes to keep them hidden," he said with a glance and a smile at Ginny who blushed slightly. Ron took the hand carefully and shook it, not sure what to make of the man his sister had married.

"Yeah, well, it's nice to meet her husband," Ron said awkwardly. Harry smiled graciously at him and moved back, sliding an arm around Ginny’s waist.

“I was just showing Ron the house,” Ginny said, looking up at Harry nervously.

“That’s great!” he said enthusiastically. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone come in the gate in the side yard.

A boy of about Harry and Ron’s age came in through the gate, walking past the rose garden, down the winding path. He was carrying a bucket full of brushes and bottles of cleaner.

He threw his head back to get his medium-length, silver blond hair out of his face. He was wearing a light, white tee-shirt that stuck to his taut stomach as he walked closer to the pool.

He looked up and caught sight of the group standing next to the edge of the pool. Instead of heading straight for them, he veered to the left, going around the other side of the pool, heading for a small building that stood off to the side, hidden by tall, lush plants. When he reached the building, he removed a key from his pocket to unlock the padlock that hung off the door. He unlocked it and swung the door open, disappearing into it.

Harry tore his gaze away from the blond-haired boy and back to the conversation.

“Harry, what do you think?” Ginny asked.

“What?” he asked distractedly.

“Would it be alright if I showed Ron the rest of the house?” She looked up at him, awaiting his response.

“Sure,” he said good-naturedly, smiling at them. Ginny smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek before leading Ron back into the house.

Once they were out of earshot of the door, Ginny leaned in a whispered to Ron.

“Isn’t he great? He gives me anything I want.”

“I can’t believe you actually did it, Ginny,” Ron said. “Married a decent guy and got an amazing house all in one.”

Ginny just smirked at him and led the way to the bottom of the stairs.

“Luna!” she yelled. She waited impatiently for the blond girl to stick her head out from a doorway.

“Yes, Mistress Potter?” she asked, smiling complacently.

“Get me a water now,” she ordered her, turning and walking in a dignified way up the stairs. Ron watched as Luna turned and wandered away dreamily to fulfill Ginny’s demand.

Outside, Harry turned slowly once Ginny and Ron had disappeared far enough into the house so that they were out of view. He glanced down at the glittering blue pool, shining in the brilliant sun. He smirked to himself and sat down in one of the chairs Ron and Ginny had occupied earlier.

He sat there lazily, stretching out. He removed his tie and kicked off his shoes and socks. He laid them on the table that stood next to the chairs.

“Luna,” he called quietly. Immediately she appeared at his side.

“Yes, Harry?” she asked, giving him a much warmer smile than she had Ginny.

“You can’t call me that, remember?” he said seriously. “Can’t have Ginny thinking you favor me.”

“Of course, Mister Potter,” Luna said, giving him a lopsided smile. Her blond hair blew around messily in the wind that blew over the pool.

“Anyway, can you take these up to my room, please?” He pointed to the articles of clothing on the table. She went over and gathered them together promptly.

“Of course,” she said again in a faraway voice. “Enjoy your afternoon.”

She glided away into the house, and Harry turned back to the pool. The same blond boy who had entered the back yard earlier was climbing up the path from the small building holding a long pool net. He made his way up to the deck that surrounded the pool.

He carefully ignored the dark-haired man lounging in the chair by the pool. He dipped the long wand in the pool, dragging it across the surface, picking up any debris that might have fallen in. He moved slowly around the edge of the large pool, gliding the net across the surface as he went.

Harry watched him with a small smirk on his face. The boy didn’t glance at him once, just continued his way around the perimeter of the pool. His shirt stuck to him as the warm sun beat down in the sky, causing him to sweat. He stood up and wiped the sweat off his forehead before continuing with his work.

He moved farther around the pool and closer to where Harry sat. Finally, Harry pushed himself off the chair he’d been in and walked barefoot around the edge of the pool to where the boy was leaning over to reach the middle of the pool.

Harry came up behind him and grabbed him around the middle. The boy let out a surprised noise as he staggered and nearly tumbled into the sparkling water. Harry pulled him back and flush against his body.

“Saved you,” he whispered in the boy’s ear. The boy didn’t say anything for a moment. He waited until Harry released him, moving to the side and watching as he continued to clean the pool.

“Your wife is home,” the boy said quietly, not appearing to be talking to him.

Harry smirked and crossed his arms across his chest, watching as the boy moved around the edge further, still intent on doing his job. Harry moved back over to the boy and slipped his arms around his waist, rocking him side to side slightly.

“So?” he asked quietly very closely to the boy’s ear. The boy stopped raking the wand over the surface of the water.

“So you’ve been married, what? Two months? Somehow I don’t think her figuring out your dirty little secret so soon would be a good idea.”

“You love being my dirty little secret though, don’t you?” Harry whispered seductively, running his tongue over the shell of the boy’s ear. He could feel him shudder in his arms and he smirked.

“Harry,” the boy said seriously. “Your wife could be watching right now.”

“So what?” he asked, sliding his hand under the tee-shirt and over the muscles there. “I don’t give a fuck about her.”

“You married her,” the boy replied.

“Draco, I only married her because I had to marry someone, you know that. Now, do you want to fuck or not?”

“You sure know how to sweet talk a boy,” Draco replied sarcastically. He could feel Harry’s smirk as he kissed his neck.

“You know that doesn’t matter. I always get what I want and I want you.”

Suddenly, he grabbed Draco’s hand, making him drop the cleaning wand with a clatter on the tiled floor. He pulled him off the landing and back down the path to the small shed. He opened the door and shoved Draco inside.

He closed the door behind them, throwing them into darkness except for a small window on the opposite wall and the sunlight filtering in through cracks in the wood. Harry turned behind him and flipped on a single light, illuminating the small room with a yellowish glow.

On the walls were shelves of garden tools and more pool cleaning instruments. Draco was immediately shoved up against the wall by Harry who pinned him using his hips.

He rolled his hips against the shorter boy, drawing a groan as he felt a familiar hardness growing due to his actions. Draco’s hands traveled down Harry’s body to grip his hips tightly as he rolled his hips harder into Draco’s hardening member.

Draco’s head rolled back and he let out a low moan. Harry moved forward and attacked the exposed neck, licking and sucking on the pale skin. He bit down lightly, later soothing the spot with his tongue. He pulled back, watching as the skin turned red from his actions.

Draco made a whimpering noise as Harry thrust his hips lightly into his own. A hand moved from his hips to slide under his shirt and caress his back. Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry’s jaw lightly.

Harry growled and shoved him roughly back against the wall, kissing him furiously. His hand yanked on the silver-blond hair, causing a whimper of both pain and pleasure from the boy. Their tongues clashed in the hot caverns of their mouths. Harry drew out Draco’s lower lip, nibbling it lightly before biting down on it slightly. Draco groaned appreciatively into his mouth, sliding his hand further up his back, over the tanned skin to his shoulders.

Harry pulled out of the kiss abruptly. He unbuttoned his shirt impatiently and threw it to the ground then stripped off Draco’s shirt, throwing it down as well. He ran his hands over Draco’s pale chest and up to cup his face.

He leaned in and kissed him softly. It soon turned rough as Harry thrust his tongue into the willing mouth. Draco’s hand moved down and ran teasingly around the waist of Harry’s slacks.

Harry wasted no time undoing the zipper on Draco’s jeans and shoving them to the floor. Draco gasped as he pushed them roughly over his hips and off. Harry took no notice, continuing to kiss him passionately.

“Fuck, Harry,” Draco gasped when Harry broke the kiss momentarily to remove his own pants.

He unzipped them quickly and stepped out of them and his boxers as well, throwing them on top of a shelf that held some spades for gardening. He pushed Draco back against the wall and kissed him once again, running his hand over his smooth backside.

Draco’s hand tangled itself in Harry dark, messy locks as the kiss continued. Draco melted into it as Harry’s hand caressed his back, settling in the small of his back. Draco pushed his body closer to Harry’s, his erection brushing against the raven-haired boy’s.

Harry groaned into the kiss, his hand now sliding down and under Draco’s boxers to squeeze his ass momentarily. Draco moaned and arched his body into Harry’s. Harry seemed to have had enough of foreplay. He yanked down Draco's boxers to the floor, his erect cock springing from the confines.

He pulled away from Draco suddenly. Draco watched him through dazed eyes. His normally neat hair was messy and his lips were red and swollen from the prolonged kissing. He leaned against the wooden wall of the shed, panting slightly.

Harry reached over and pushed aside a shovel on a shelf and came back with a bottle of lube and a condom. Draco smirked at him as he poured the lube on his hand and rubbed it over his erect cock. Harry moaned softly at the sensations and Draco looked on.

He rolled on the condom and looked up at Draco. Draco’s eyes were half-closed as he watched Harry. Harry threw away the bottle and turned to Draco. He took a finger and slid it carefully into Draco, preparing him. He added a second finger and scissored the two, making sure he was properly stretched Draco moaned softly, his breath catching as Harry's fingers brushed against his prostate.

When Harry was sure he was ready, he removed the fingers, replacing them immediately with his throbbing cock. He placed the already leaking head at Draco’s entrance. He pushed in slowly through the thick ring of muscles, gritting his teeth as the tight, hot entrance engulfed his cock.

Draco looked up at him through lust-glazed eyes as he became fully sheathed in his body. Harry paused for a moment to catch his breath and Draco squirmed impatiently.

“Harry,” he gasped. “I need you to move.”

Harry looked up at him and smirked. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. On either side of him, the shelves rattled as he thrust back in. Draco pushed his body upward to meet Harry thrust for thrust.

Harry grabbed Draco’s thighs, holding him in place as he increased his pace, slamming into Draco’s tight body as the shelves rattled around them. Harry leaned in and gave Draco a hard, quick kiss as he pushed in harder, brushing against Draco’s prostate and causing him to cry out in ecstasy.

“Ha-arry!” Draco panted, his breathing shallow.

He was close to completion. He could feel it as Harry’s thrusts became more erratic. He slammed into Draco’s body with a wild abandon. Around them things began to fall off the shelves, flower pots rolling off them and smashing on the dirt floor.

Draco threw his head back as Harry thrust back in once again and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came forcefully, white hot cum streaming everywhere as his orgasm washed over him. He felt Harry come inside him with a long, low moan.

Panting, they both leaned against the wall of the shed for support. Harry let Draco down carefully, hoping his legs would support him. Draco stood shakily against the wall, his eyes half closed as he tried to catch his breath.

Harry pulled out of him slowly, Draco wincing as he was removed completely. He pushed himself off the wall and leaned down, grabbing his slacks and pulling them on, brushing dirt off them. He grabbed his crumpled shirt and grimaced at it.

“This has to go,” he muttered to himself, looking at the wrinkled shirt. He slipped it on for the moment though and buttoned it up.

Draco had also slipped his jeans back on, pulling them over his slim hips. He didn’t put on his shirt though as it was hot outside anyway and he still had a job to do.

“You know,” Draco said conversationally as Harry did up the buttons on his shirt. “We should really find somewhere else to do this, where you can’t get splinters.”

Harry laughed lightly as he finished buttoning the shirt. He walked over to Draco and gave him a light kiss before moving to the door of the shed.

“The filter is getting clogged,” he said, hand on the door. “You might want to check it.”

Then he pushed open the door and strode out into the bright sun. Draco hung back for a second before following him out carefully. Harry was already back by the pool, trying to fix his hair before he went inside.

Draco climbed back up on the platform and grabbed the pool wand that he had dropped earlier and continued cleaning the pool.

He didn’t look up as the glass doors opened and Ginny came back out, chattering to Ron.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she sighed, looking out over the grounds again. She looked over and saw Harry standing under the umbrella. She dragged Ron over to him.

“Harry, I was showing Ron the house, and he just thinks it’s gorgeous!”

“That’s wonderful,” Harry replied, giving her a smile. She beamed at him. Her eyes then flickered over to where Draco was bending over the filter, shirtless.

“Does he have to take off his shirt?” she said, annoyed. “Doesn’t he have any propriety?”

“I’m sure he does,” Harry replied casually. Ginny gave him an odd look before huffing and turning back to Ron.

“At any rate, Ron, I’m so glad you came by. I’m so happy here, and Harry is just the best husband I could ever have,” she simpered.

Draco, still checking the filter, rolled his eyes as he heard this but said nothing as it was not his place. After all, he was only the pool boy.

“Of course,” Harry said cheerfully. “And you’re a wonderful wife.”

She beamed at him as he said this and he gave her a loving smile. “Well, Ron has to go, but I’m so glad you got to meet,” she said. Together, all three of them turned and walked back into the house but not before Harry sent one last fleeting glance at Draco who was now squatted down and removing the filter.

“Luna!” Ginny yelled as soon as they entered the house. She looked around impatiently when Luna didn’t appear right away. “Luna!”

“Yes, Mistress Potter?” Luna appeared from a doorway off to their left.

“Get Ron’s coat,” Ginny ordered her haughtily.

“He didn’t have one,” Luna replied airily, a dreamy expression on her face.

Ginny looked like she didn’t know what to say to that statement. Instead she just huffed and snapped at Luna.

“And stop calling me that!”

“Yes, Mistress Potter,” Luna replied and drifted off in the opposite direction. Harry bit his lip to stop from laughing as his wife huffed angrily.

“Well, Ron, I guess it’s time to go.” She led him to the foyer once more where she hugged him and he and Harry shook hands one last time. When Ron had left, they walked back into the living room and sat down on the snow white couch.

“Harry, I’m so happy,” she sighed, looking lovingly at her husband.

“Me too,” he said contentedly, his gaze wandering outside to where Draco was now measuring the PH balance of the water. He smiled slightly but turned his gaze to his wife who smiled back and curled up into his side, sighing in contentment and hugging him to her.


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A/N: I feel I should tell you there's a sequel in the works :) Hopefully I'll have it up soon. In the meantime, please review for me :)

Check out the sequel: Beautiful Oblivion!