Warnings: Graphic Language

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Summary: When the son of a billionaire take an interest in a local
star, will their relationship be doomed to fail even before it begins?

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy had never been a patient young man. He wasn’t brought up to be
patient. He was brought up to be a Malfoy, plain and simple. So when the
mechanic at the local garage told him it would take at least two days to fix his
broken down Mustang GT, he was furious.

“Goddamn hicks.” Draco muttered disgustedly as he stepped out into the
oppressive midday heat.

Though it was barely the middle of March, a stifling heat wave had set in on
most of Hogsmeade and it’s surrounding areas. Much to the displeasure of young
Malfoy Jr. Having spent most of his young life traveling across Europe with his
mother and father, Draco was used to most any weather the world could throw at
him but he none-the-less despised the heat.

It always made him get nasty red blotches on his cheeks and his hair lay
limply against his face, making the hour he spent every morning styling it go
down the drain. Which only served to irritate him further. A Malfoy was meant to
look distinguished, not like a sweating pig. Leave that to the locals.

“Damn hicks.” Draco muttered again, squinting behind his designer sunglasses
to try to look around the small town he was now stuck in.

That morning when Draco had left his family manor to try to catch his father
between business meeting, he hadn’t counted on having to think about, much less
stop in, this joke of a town. In fact, if his car hadn’t started acting up
half-way through the trip, he probably wouldn’t even know the town existed. The
blonde rarely paid any attention to the scenery and to actually take note of a
local town was almost an impossible thing.

A town like this was just another dot on the map between Malfoy Manor and the troptropolis that was known as Hogsmeade.

“If you’re looking for somewhere to go, you might want to try the Leaky
Cauldron, mister. It just right over there.”

Draco scowled, resisting the urge to flip the pointing mechanic the finger.
“Aren’t you suppose to be working on my car?”

“I told you, I can’t fix it until--”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time.” The blonde cut in, waving the
man’s comment away.

What good was having a mechanic in the middle of god damn nowhere if he
couldn’t fix the bloody things?

‘I should feel lucky. At least he can call the damn part in.’ He thought
sourly.

The last thing he wanted or needed was to stay in this town for longer than
necessary. He had places to be and things to do. He was counting on
talking to his father before the man flew to America in the morning to close on
a business deal.

Blinking the sweat out of his eyes, Draco turned back to face the man, trying
not to wrinkle his nose at the over powering stench, of what Draco could only
guess was, oil hanging over him.

“There a pay phone around here?” He asked impatiently. Maybe if he called his
father’s secretary, Juliann, he would be able to get her to send a tow truck and
company car to pick him up. That empty-headed bitch had been panting after him
since the day she took the job for his father, even going so far as to hike up
her skirt when they were in the same room so Draco could get a good look at the
lacy panties she wore. To bad she was about as good looking as a dead cat but
she served her purpose. And anyway, it would thrill her to pieces just to be
able to do one simple thing for him. Even if it didn’t involve her legs in the
air.

“No. No pay phones but like I said, you might want to try the Leaky Cauldron.
The bartender Tom will probably let you use his phone.” The man said before
turning and disappearing back into the shadows of the tiny little garage.

Draco’s scowl deepened.

‘Fucking small-town asshole.’ He hissed irritably to himself as he
turned to look back around the town. There wasn’t much to it. For his standards
anyway.

Most of the town, as far as he could tell, was made up of town-owned stores
and “brothels”. Among them, he could see plainly, the Leaky Cauldron which
looked to be a particular favorite to the locals, if the number of people who
came and went was any indication.

‘Might as well get it over with.’ He thought, stepping off the small curb
and making his way across the street, not even bothering to check for cross
traffic. ‘Traffic? In this town? Yeah, right.’ Draco snorted.

He doubted this town got any traffic from the locals much less from someone
passing through. He wouldn’t have even been passing through if it wasn’t for the
fact that this was the quickest route to where he needed to be. Most people
stuck to the more traveled highway instead of these back roads, even if it did
add an extra hour to your trip.

But even as he took the few final steps to the other side of the road, the
rickety sound of an old truck filled his ears, making him cast a cursory glance
over his shoulder. Just on the horizon, an old beat up pick-up truck came
careening down the road. It’s grinding gears rattling noisily.

‘Probably another good ol’ boy .’ Draco thought unable to keep a grimace
from creasing his lips. A true-blue country bumpkin was the last thing he
needed. He’d had his fill for one day.

Stepping into the shade with a sigh, Draco watched as the truck came to a
groaning halt a few meters away from him. It’s engine died with cough. A bead of
sweat trickled down his forehead while he watched behind the tint of his glasses
as the passenger side door swung open with a creak.

“Are you happy, Ron?! You could have killed us!” A girl screeched from inside
the cab moments before she slipped out.

Draco’s nose wrinkled. She wasn’t much too look at. A country girl through
and through if the overalls and bushy braided pig tails were any indication.

‘No wonder I stick to city life.’ He thought as his eyes drifted over to
the driver’s side door that had just swung open.

The young Malfoy couldn’t help but snicker when he saw the young man who got
out. A red haired, freckled faced boy whom had a dirt smudge of the side of his
nose was sliding out from behind the steering wheel. The red haired boy’s face
with flushed with sweat, making his freckles stand out even further.

‘And here’s the good ol’ boy.’ Draco thought bemused even as he was
slightly disgusted with the boy’s attire: jeans bleached practically white from
the sun with grass stains on the knees and a white tee shirt that would have
looked fairly new if it wasn’t for a small hole near the bottom. The outfit was
enough to make Drthanthankful for the hours his mother spent drilling into him
fashion tips when he was younger.

“Don’t be dramatic, ‘Moine.” The red haired boy, which Draco could only
assume was Ron, said. Unable to stop himself, Draco turned his eyes back to the
girl to see what her response would be, morbidly fascinated at the scene before
him. It wasn’t often that he saw normal everyday people going about with the
lives. Years spent under his father’s tutelage had jaded him into seeing cool,
aloft and collected individuals that would just as soon stab you in the back as
they would shake your hand. He didn’t much see anyone else.

But before Draco’s eyes could make it back to the girl, his eyes stopped
dead.

“Bloody hell.” He breathed.

There, just in the bed of the truck, was a second young man who was now
handing the girl a package. Lean tan arms easily maneuvered the box into the
girl’s grasp, not letting go until he was sure the girl had a hold on it before
falling back to his sides. Long fingers wiped against denim.

Draco licked his lips, the saltiness of his own sweat barely registering as
he took a step forward. His own fingers rubbed against the soft khaki of his
pants.

The boy was gorgeous. Shaggy hair the color of night shinned under the sun’s
stifling beams, making a small halo shine above the boy’s head. Perfectly round
glasses encased a flawlessly smooth face that was flushed with the heat. A light
sheen of sweat could be seen glowing on the boy’s skin. The boy’s lithe body was
incased in soft jeans that were faded but not bleached accompanied with a worn
tee shirt that had the logo for PLATFORM 9 ¾ , the hottest club in Diagon
Alley.

‘Boy’s got some class…’ Draco mused lamely as he watched the boy jump
smoothly over the side of the truck-bed wall and land easily on the pavement. ‘Wonder
what his name is…’

“Well c’mon then. Don’t just stand there all day.” The girl snapped, handing
the package she was holding over to the red-headed boy before turning on her
heels and walking towards a store across the street. Belatedly, Draco realized
it was an herbal shop, or at least, that’s what it looked like. He couldn’t be
sure. Despite this being a small town, there could be one or two places around
the that weren’t what they appeared to be. Which was usually the case, in
Draco’s opinion.

Draco fought down a shudder, the feeling of someone staring at him assailing
his senses. There was only one person it could be...

Draco’s eyes to snapped back. Through the tint of his glasses, his eyes
locked with the raven haired boy’s own.

He gasped.

Those eyes. Perfectly emerald and so deep he felt as though he could fall
into them forever. They burned into him with such intensity, he felt his insides
flutter with appreciation. Without thought, Draco was taking a step back out
into the sunlight and had taken two more before he could stop himself.

He swallowed thickly, looking away but not before he saw the ghost of a smile
grace the other boy‘s lips. Sweet Merlin, what had gotten into him? His eyes
flicked back for a second, the boy’s lips were still curled into a small smile.

‘Oh god, those lips…’ He moaned silently to himself. Red as crushed
cherries and supple as silk.

“Harry? You coming, mate?”

Draco fought down the urge to snarl at the red-haired boy for interrupting.
He had just begun to fantasize about all the delicious ways he could bruise
those pretty lips; make them open wide as the boy screamed his name. He
shuddered. Fuck.

Curling his fingers against his sides, Draco let his eyes shift back to the
other boy, watching for a strained moment as their gazes met. But just as
quickly as they did, the boy’s eyes shifted away from him. Draco wanted to
scream in despair. Those eyes needed to be on him, not that damn red head.

But, before Draco could muster it inside himself, those eyes were back on
him, jade with curiosity.

The boy’s smile grew slightly.

Draco took another step forward, making sure to make the movement as graceful
as possible.

‘Harry. His name’s Harry.’ Draco thought, delighting in the way the
other boy‘s eyes tracked his movements. Bone deep pleasure shot through the
blonde as he saw the tiny smile on the boy’s lips grow further still.

Unable, or unwilling, to stop himself, Draco took another step forward,
stopping himself short as the other boy spoke for the first time.

“No. No, I don’t think I will. I’ll meet you both in the Cauldron.” He said,
eyes never wavering from Draco’s own. His voice was as sweet as honey.

“Oh, okay. See you there.” Ron said, completely missing the tension that was
starting to thicken the air as he turned and hurried to catch up with the girl.
She was already waiting somewhat impatiently for him at the door of the store.

Another bead of sweat slide down the back of Draco’s neck as he stared at the
other boy. He watched in hazed fascination as the boy licked his chapped lips
unconsciously before he cast one last look at his friend‘s, whom were now
disappearing into the coolness of the shop.

‘Please’ Draco thought ‘Please just get your ass over here and talk
to me.’

And then the boy was, moving towards Draco with a determined look on his face
and a glint in his eyes that made Draco want to give a ‘whoop’ of delight.