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A Wayward Dragon In Little Whinging	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9030 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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
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Chapter Ten

So I'm worried I've completely ruined the movies for Malfoy. He's been quiet ever since I set the one rule down—I don't think he even understands how many rules I've been placing on myself while I just asked this one thing of him.
No more touching him if he gets carsick. No staring at his ass, or any other part of him. No fantasizing about him doing anything to me—very much the hardest one cus he's been masturbation fodder for years. But I'm sticking to it because he's fucking naïve, and hot, sleeps in my bed in his underwear, and if I touch him while he's still crying over his parents I'm no better than Voldemort.
He doesn't touch my sleeve on the trolley. He actually stands a few feet away from me, staring out the windows. Hasn't said much of anything to me since, and I'm wondering if he's more fucked up about this than I first thought. But I'm a guy so I'm going to ignore it until he gets his shit together again.
Seriously, he's running from a psycho looking to rape him dead. Does he really want to play house with me? Is that really the solution to his fucking problems? No. He needs a fucking shrink. He needs to hear that his parents aren't dead—Or even that they are so he can mourn properly and deal with his shit. He needs to feel like he's not going to be kidnapped and killed every waking moment of the day. That's why he's freaking out about me being off alone—because he's certain that's his fate. Alone and dead.
It's Sunday so the theater is bursting. We haven't hit the late crowd yet, still a bunch of screaming kids running around hopped up on sugar while their parents seek shelter in the airconditioning. I ask him what he wants to see and he has no opinion. Doesn't care. Fuck. I try to feel him out on what he might like but he's completely shutting me out. Fine. Whatever. I pick the one with marital arts, fast cars, and muscular men, and hope he gets over it sooner rather than later.
While I'm in line, he's looking at the arcade games. I get some quarters from the cashier, just in case he feels like playing. By the time I'm done, he's gone. I find him eventually, the crowd of people making things difficult. Being chatted up by some guy. Which would be fine—everyone wants to chat him up—but Malfoy's actually smiling back, pushing his sunglasses up for the full effect of his dazzling eyes. I've been seeing that particular smile a lot the last three days directed solely at me. Seeing it turned towards this random punk is decidedly upsetting on more than one level.
I know what he's doing. He's pissed I turned him down so he's trying to make me jealous. It's childish, petty, and right up his alley. The only problem is, it's really fucking working.
I take a few deep breaths before I walk over to him. No way in fuck he's going to see he's getting to me. It'll only make it worse. I smile at the fucking loser that thinks he stands an actual chance with Draco Malfoy, and hand the blond his ticket. “Starts in fifteen. I'll be at the games if you're looking for me.” And then I walk away without looking back while he glares because there's no way in fuck he's going to win this. A month of this shit if he wins today. Not fucking happening.
I've apparently underestimated just how fucking angry he is. The next time I send a stealthy look his way, he's gone again along with his new friend. Fuck. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with him? Is everything a fucking game? He's not getting food, he's not playing games, not in the photo booth, not out on the stairs. Which leaves me with this sinking, fucking sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I head to the bathroom nearest to where he was standing last.
Fuck my motherfucking life.
The place is almost empty. Almost. Two pairs of shoes, the stall door just about to close. I'm going to fucking kill him. But first, the goddamn loser.
He's got a whole head on me and some muscle but it's ornamental at best. I drag him out of the stall by his shirt collar and throw him against the sinks. He gapes at me. Like he couldn't figure out that Malfoy was trouble the second he let someone as mundane as him speak two words all while glaring at me the whole time? There's no fixing stupid.
“You can fuck off or I'm going to beat the shit out of you.”
“Potter, you're—”
“Not a fucking word.” I don't take my eyes off of the fucktard. The guy's sizing me up, trying to figure out if I can back up my threat. I can. I'm more than happy to get bloody and bruised to do it. I'm furious and I dying to feel some pain. He must see it in my face because he raises his hands in surrender and walks out quiet as can be.
“Potter, why the fuck did you have to—”
I turn on him, growling. “What the fuck were you thinking? A fucking bathroom? Do you know what people do in these places? You don't know a fucking thing about that guy and you were going to let him take you to a movie theater bathroom!”
He winces but his jaw's pointed and he's trying to stare me down. “It's no different than what you did in the arcade.”
“Oh, you really fucking think so?” I step forward and he takes one back warily. “You think the guy I've been seeing for three weeks is the same as the absolute stranger that thought he could get in your pants after five fucking seconds of talking to you?”
“He wasn't going to—”
“What? You think he was going to hold your fucking hand and give you your first kiss in here?” The motherfucking idiot.
“Fuck you, Potter! You're not my fucking mother.” He tries to shove me, but I step into his push and he falls back against the stalls.
I slam my hands down on either side of him, glaring him in the eye. “No, I'm not. But I've been trying to fucking think about your mother every goddamn time I deal with you, Malfoy. You are fucked up right now. If you want to ruin your life, don't do it in front of me. I will stop you at every goddamn turn.”
His face goes red and he's beyond angry. Mentioning his mother was not the way to go. “Fucking son of a—What the fuck do you care!”
“I don't. But you're in my face, under my roof, and I'm not going to let shit happen to you. You don't think a muggle won't fuck you up? You don't think they won't shoot you up with something or hurt you bad enough to make you do anything they want? You think magic is the only fucking way to get something from someone?”
“Just back the fuck off!” He tries to shove me again, but I grab his arms. “Damn it—I don't need your fucking Saint Potter bullshit! You're so much worse than me. So what if I wanted to—”
“What? What the fuck did you really think you were doing in here?” He flinches from my venomous tone. “You were going to let an absolute fucking stranger kiss you. You waited till you had a fight with me to decide you just had to go get your first goddamn kiss with the first loser that showed an interest. You're fucked up.”
“Not the first—Fucking ass! You could have! You were definitely the only fucking loser I was looking at! I've been looking at you for fucking years! But you didn't want to so why the fuck should I wait? I'm probably going to be dead before the summer is through. God, you're an arrogant ass—Let me the fuck go!”
I don't let him go. I slam him back again, watching him growl in frustration. I shouldn't do this. I'm pissed and he's pissed, and I really shouldn't do a goddamn thing but walk away. I release his arms and grab him by the face, pulling him down and kissing him hard. He gasps, tries to shove me again, except his hands cling to my collar, pulling me closer.
Damn it... Damn it to hell, he tastes amazing. Really fucking amazing. I let my fingers tangle into his hair, pulling sharply until he opens to my tongue with a groan. I push him back harder, grinding my body against his, wrapping an arm around his back. His hands are suddenly tearing at my shoulders and before I realize what's happening, the world spins and I'm crashing through the stall door and he's throwing me against the wall. Well fuck.
“Malfoy—”
“Shut up.” He grabs me by the collar again, crushing my lips with his. He's all hard muscle and angry mouth, and when he pushes flush against me I grab him by the belt and pull him closer, grinding our erections together. He groans into my mouth, grabbing my hip and wrenching me harder against him. God... God, he's fucking tight. I bite his lower lip and he hisses and grabs me hard by the neck, holding me still so he can do the same to me. It's hot, wet, and sends shudders through me every time his teeth scrape my lip. He's too rough, too angry, but it's so perfect and I can't seem to stop moaning.
He presses his leg between my thighs and grabs my ass hard, and the world goes dark for a second. Hell. Holy hell. I tear at his shirt, running my hands up his back the moment I get underneath and reach his skin. He's hot, flushed with sweat, and when I grip hard enough, he growls and slams me back. Oh fuck. God, yes.
“Oh, harder, just... Yeah, like that.” I cling to him as he kisses down my neck, his teeth sinking in, sucking mean, desperate welts into my skin. It's maddening, and I don't think I'm going to be able to stand much longer, my knees trembling under his assault. “Malfoy... God, just... Oh hell...” I trail off with a loud groan, his hand sliding down my ass, squeezing tight, pulling me harder against his strong form.
“That's it... God you're fucking sexy—Hell, don't fall.”
I grin dazedly as he wraps both his hands under my ass and pulls me tight against him. He's fucking sexy. Everything about him. I kiss him again, slower this time, my lips wet and swollen and aching with every touch of his. When I run my tongue against his lips, he meets it, then plunges into my open mouth, determined to taste and explore every inch of me as we gasp for air. I'm unbearably hard, only getting more so with every rock of his body as he grinds his bulge against my hip. Before I can let my brain think and ruin this perfect fucking moment, I grab for his belt again, working on the buckle as fast as I can.
“Fuck... oh fuck.” He buries his face into my hair, groaning as I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke. He's big, feels silky hot, and I wish I was tasting him right now. But I shouldn't even be doing this, shouldn't be jerking him off in some dirty bathroom when a dozen men could just walk in the second a movie gets out. But I just want to feel him cum. That's it. Then I'll be good. Then I'll leave him alone. Just so long as I get this one, really fucking perfect moment.
“God, don't stop... So damn good... Hell.” He kisses my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling hard. I moan, trying to focus on my hand but so fucking lost in his mouth. He keeps thrusting his hips, keeps fucking my hand while rubbing his hot body against my dick.
“You close?” I ask, feeling so dizzy, so lost as he raises his head and meets my eyes. He cups my face, pressing his forehead to mine while he rubs his thumb over my lip.
“You're beautiful... Crazy, fucked up beautiful.” He holds my face and kisses me softly, slowly. Small grunts escape him as he draws out his thrusts, his motions heady and growing more tense with every pump. I know he's going to come, can feel it in every nerve ending, every muffled gasp. He's going to come for me.
I press harder into his kiss, running my thumb over the head of his cock and feeling the slickness dripping there. He groans, his fingers digging into me as he crushes my lips hard and bucks in my hand. His seed is hot and slick in my palm, every spurt making me dizzy and more wild. For me. For this one heated moment he's mine. Just mine.
“God, Potter... God, that was...” He's lost, mouth trailing down my neck. He grabs my hand, pulling it up, growling as he finds his cum still wet there. Then he's pushes it to my face and I can only whimper dizzily, opening my mouth, licking out when he presses my hand hard against my lips.
“Yeah...” his breath is hot against my cheek as he watches me clean his cum off my hand. “Get it all... Don't waste it. Just like that.”
God. I can't look away from his eyes. He's staring at me like he's never seen me before. Like he doesn't know who he is, or where he is, just that he needs to look at me if he's going to survive. I slide my tongue between my fingers and he groans, dipping close to run his tongue out across my knuckles, touching across my tongue when I lick again.
Kissing my fingertips slowly, he pins me in his gaze again. “Take your pants off.”
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