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Welcome to America	By : Katsumai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Welcome to America
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Author Note: I�m finally posting the
sequel to Hated Love, so if you haven�t read that one, read it first. Thank
you in advance to my BETA, sorry I�m kinda annoying, not knowing how long
this is going to be.

Disclaimer: Don�t own them, and I am only putting this in
chapter one, so deal with it.

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Eyelids fluttered open and the warmth the boy
felt was wonderful and thrilling. He could stay wrapped in these beautiful boys
arms for forever and a day. Unfortunately, he had to pee really bad.

He wriggled out of the boys grasp, pausing
only a moment at the side of their bed to look at the face of his angel. He
looked so sweet when he slept and the boy couldn�t help but admire the
true beauty of his partner, with his fair, angle like hair and his beautiful
features; he was a lovely sight on the eyes. He turned to take his leave when
he felt a hand grab his wrist.

�Where do you think you�re going, Harry?� The cool voice that had
driven Harry wild since that first night echoed from the boy on the bed, and
the grip didn�t loosen.

�Draaaaccccooo.� Harry began to whine, �I have to pee.�

Despite Harry�s desperate pleas and
incisive whining, he was pulled (more so yanked, dragged and wrestled) back
into the warm bed next to Draco.

�You know, I can�t believe we actually
made it, and that your plan actually worked.� Draco said, glancing
around the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor America. It was furnished in the
typical green, but Harry refused to let him change the color, he said green was
his favorite color and Draco had obliged grudgingly.

�Hey, you were the one who cried and said
you didn�t have any ideas,� Harry said, wiggling in discomfort.

Draco felt a stab at his pride, and quickly
retorted, �You cried Potter, not me!� Draco blushed all the same, knowing he
wasn�t fooling anyone, especially not himself. But he wasn�t about to back down
when Potter replied with a, �Did not!�

�You did too cry!�

�Whatever, I just have to pee! I mean, I
really need to go!� Harry looked up at Draco and put on his best pout, Draco just
rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.

�Alright, Alright, I guess I�ll make breakfast then,
meet me in the kitchen.� Draco rolled out of bed and headed toward the kitchen.

Harry smiled and watched Draco exit the room
with a stride with an aura that simply screamed, Malfoy Aristocrat.

He himself, though he would never admit it to
Draco, hadn�t actually thought the plan of escaping from Hogwarts would work.
He had expected the Death Eaters here in a couple days, and the Order in at
least a couple hours, after they had fled the country.

Yet they had been gone almost a week and the
only disturbance they had encountered were muggle children looking up at the
house. They were discussing the Scary British Man who lived there, which
though Draco had found this highly amusing, Harry hadn�t.

Since the children wouldn�t talk to him, they had
no proof that the house hadn�t been used, except the dust that was covering
the whole house when they had arrived. Apparating out of the country had been
fairly easy; it was the 8-mile walk that had gotten to them. Draco had
miscalculated and since neither of them had muggle money to pay a cab, they had
to walk.

He finished using the facilities and washed
his hands, then headed down to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

He smiled and stood in the doorway, watching
Draco slice up oranges to go with their pancakes. His hand was slim and
graceful, even clutching a knife.

Harry had been shocked to find out his lover
knew how to cook the muggle way. Apparently, he and Dobby the house elf had
been close, and he had taught him the basics in cooking. Draco loved trying all
the new dishes that he had been taught, and he cooked almost every night, which
Harry didn�t complain about.

He smiled and walked to were Draco was
standing, cutting the fruit. He wrapped his arms around Draco�s waist and rested his
head on his shoulder thoughtfully. He had cooked for the Dursley�s yes, but only on
occasion, all he knew how to make was the simple box stuff.

�You know, I was never allowed to use a
knife, Aunt Petunia thought I was going to go crazy and kill the family.
Probably doesn�t help that I ran after Dudley with one when I was six, does it?� Harry asked, making
Draco chortle.

�Well, since your cousin isn�t here, and I�m pretty sure you won�t attack me with a
knife, let me show you how to cut the fruit.� Draco said, pulling
Harry around so he was behind him, and handed Harry the knife, then took Harry�s hand.

�See, push down and then you break
through the skin, try to keep it smooth,� Draco instructed, then he let Harry�s hand go, smiling at
him.

�Very good Potter, now always remember to
slice away from your self. I can�t have the knife slip and kill you can
I?� Draco smiled, kissing Harry�s head. �Alas, who else can keep
me entertained with his adorable blushing and constant need for touching and
sex?�

Harry turned around, dropping the knife onto
the counter, looking livid. He wasn�t truly angry; Draco knew that, they had
played this game often since they had arrived.

�Glad to know you only think to use me
and keep me around for your pleasure.� Harry spat Bitterly, and he smirked, taking
a step towards Draco.

�Sometimes I wonder why I do keep you,
ready to earn your keep Potter?� Draco asked, smirking right back and
pulling Harry roughly against him.

Harry let out a soft whimper as though hurt by
Draco�s roughness.

They moved in for the kiss, lips interlocked
and tongues caressing. They were exploring one another�s mouths and early
morning flavors. Getting to know the other a little better.

Harry had gotten off Draco�s nightshirt and Draco
had removed Harry�s just as quickly, so they were soon snogging in the kitchen,
half naked.

Draco moved to Harry�s neck and bit down
hard, pleased with the whimper of pleasure and pain coming from the boy, and
smirked, knowing he would leave a mark there that could be seen in the next
couple weeks.

Harry moved to do the same on the boys neck,
figuring he would return the favor. When all of the sudden...

~Ding~~Dong~

They froze in mid-kiss, staring at each other
and neither willing to admit to there own fear at who could possibly be at the
door.

�Aww, shit, what do ya think?� Draco asked, holding
Harry a little tighter.

�Someone�s probably selling
something, you know like the muggle children that sell cookies and magazines
and wrapping paper and such.� Harry said as much to assure Draco as
himself.

The bell rang again accompanied this time with
a few knocks.

Draco suddenly looked pissed, �I�ll curse that bloody
muggle into oblivion, interrupting our breakfast, people in London aren�t nearly as rude as the
bloody people here.� Draco started toward the door, wand clutched in his hand.

Harry rushed after him knowing full well that
this wasn�t a false threat, he would curse the poor muggle child in an
instant.

He reached Draco as Draco reached the door. The door was thrown
open and Draco simply stared.
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