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Untamed Heart	By : Prentice Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Untamed Heart

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Category: AU

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Graphic Language

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?

Note: Sorry to leave everyone hanging for a while. I was having a bit of
trouble with this chapter so I sent it off to be read by a friend. They seem to
like it but I still have my doubts about the beginning, though I can't put my
finger on exactly why I don't like it. But, I'm hoping maybe you guys might see
the problem. Also, this is a pretty rough copy. But then, most of this story is
a rough copy since this bad boy hasn't been edited to great (*sighs* where's a
dedicated beta when you need one?). Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy this and,
as always, tell me how you feel.

P.S. - a few people have asked me to give a little more history about Draco's
family (i.e. his parents) , which I think this chapter succeeds in doing.
However, if it's not enough, I am working on a side story about how Lucius and
Narcissa came to be husband and wife. It's just for kicks so if no one is
interested, it won't break my heart. :) ENJOY!

Chapter 11

Fame and fortune, glitz and glamour, that�s what Malfoy�s lived for; what
their name represented to so many. People, families, entire classes of people
thrived to be like them. They were the epitome of all things luscious and
prestigious. They were Malfoys; a power to be reckoned with. In every
sense.

Lucius Malfoy Sr. proved that, as that he was thoroughly immersed in fame and
fortune, even before he�d married Narcissa. As a high profile businessmen who
harbored dreams of expansion, corporate takeovers and, if Draco knew his father
at all, the fantasies of ruling the known universe -- he was who so many
ambitious, young aspiring businessmen and women looked up to. Nothing stood in
his way; no challenge lay unmet. Lucius Malfoy�s motto was simple: �Nothing is
improbable. The impossible just takes longer.�

It was a motto that Draco, himself, had adapted to his life in varying
degrees. Much like his father, he had a penchant for business; some deep seeded
knowledge of how the corporate world worked. But, unlike his father who was
willing to use his power, his money and his persuasion to get what he wanted.
Draco used his body, his looks and his sensuality.

Just like his mother had before she�d met his father. Or so he�d heard
rumored but never confirmed. If his father had been, and still was, known for
the impossible, Narcissa Malfoy had been known for being the most improbable
catch of the time.

And so, that was how Lucius Malfoy met his wife. Through the improbable.

Narcissa Malfoy, then Black, from the prestigious and most honorable house of
Black, whose glitz and glamour were world renown, was untouchable. Unattainable.
Unbelievably beautiful and most importantly, beyond the reach of even the most
ambitious businessmen. Even if said businessman was Lucius Malfoy, who�d -- when
he had first met her -- had just begun to make a name for himself in the
corporate world.

Draco knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that alone had been enough to seal
his mother�s fate.

Narcissa�s unattainable status had started the fires burning and Lucius had
known: Narcissa Black was going to be his. His for the taking, his for the
keeping and his to make his wife. She was going to be his and his alone.

So, with a single-mindedness that was mirrored in his son, he had done what
other colleagues and competition had sworn was a waste of valuable time and
could never be done. He�d courted Narcissa Black; he�d plotted, schemed and
made, what he considered, worthy sacrifices for the woman he knew was going to
be his. He�d even gone so far as to concoct a brilliant plan by using one of his
best friends and confidants, Severus Snape, as bait to entice the young woman to
notice him.

He had done this until, and with the brief assurance from his friend, he
knew that Narcissa wanted him as desperately and thoroughly as he wanted
her. That she knew that Lucius Malfoy was the only one who was able to give her
exactly what she needed.

Then, he disappeared from her life.

Not for long, mind you, nor for any purpose other than to achieve his goal
but it was necessary albeit risky move. But for a man known for his almost
psychic abilities in business and the chancy maneuvers he took to overthrow the
competition -- it was the most plainly obvious thing to do. You built the
competition up, you made them want what you had and then you took it all away.

Just like that. And, it worked. It always worked.

After all, though it had taken longer than Lucius would have wanted ,
Narcissa Black had done exactly what he�d expected her to do: she�d come to him.
She�d come to him and he�d made sure she didn�t leave. Not until he�d made her
his wife, that is.

In a matter of two months since his sudden disappearance from the woman�s
life, they were engaged to be married and less than a year later, they were.
Narcissa Black had turned out to be the best chance he�d ever taken with his
life.

She made him the perfect wife. Painfully beautiful, sharp witted and eagle
eyed, the woman had helped advance his career as well as their fortune in less
than a fortnight. It hadn�t taken long before Narcissa became pregnant.

Their first and only child, Draco, had been born less than a year later and
secured Lucius biggest worry: who would be his rightful heir and successor to
the Malfoy family fortune as well as a small but overwhelmingly impressive dowry
from the Black�s that was handed down to every daughter in the family. Draco�s
position in life had been permanently locked into place before he�d taken his
first breath in the world.

Moreover, with being born into such a family, the fame and fortune, the glitz
and glamour clung to him like a second skin. It was, as many had found, a lethal
but highly intoxicating combination. Beauty and brains. Fortune and
fame. Glitz and glamour.

He could have whatever he wanted. And right this moment, all he wanted was a
boy with flashing green eyes and golden skin.

�Merlin, what I wouldn�t give to touch him right now.� He
thought, letting his eyes flow over the other boy�s features; drinking in the
beauty that was making a clenching warmth spread in the pit of his stomach.
�Or have him touch me. He
looks so fucking good right now.�

No truer statement had ever been thought
by Draco. Harry did look good. His face was flushed, his eyes were a dark forest
green and his pink lips were slightly open where he sucked in tiny gasps of air.
It made Draco want to shove him against the bar top and devour him.

But he wasn�t going to push it. Not yet at least. As it was, he was already
toeing the line by invading some of Harry�s personal space. Barely a thighs
width apart, if either Harry or himself shifted on their stools, their legs
would be pressed flush against one another.

It was a temptation that Draco could scarcely resist. �Control, Draco. Get
some fucking control.� He growled to himself. The famous Malfoy control was,
however, already hanging by a ever weakening thread and Draco had to clutch onto
the napkin still clasped between his fingers to keep from shifting over or
reaching out to touch the boy.

But then, Harry was licking his lips, a small shy smile forming as he looked
down at the drink. Blunt fingers began fiddling with the edge of the glass,
caressing the delicate surface with long gentle touches.

Draco fought back a choice curse, wishing again for his famous control. What
he wouldn�t give right now to take that glass�s place. To feel those work
roughened fingers smooth over his skin, rub against his thighs, wrap around his
cock.

�So, would you, Harry? Give me what I wanted?� Draco forced himself to ask,
again, barely caring that his voice was deep and husky with need.

A bashful flicker of green eyes, that widened when they took in Draco�s
hungry appearance and Harry�s smile grew minutely. �Depends on what you
wanted�Draco.�

�I want you, Harry. Only you.� Draco groaned mentally, forgetting all
about anything remotely concerning control as he shifted on his stool, feeling
the electrifying brush of Harry�s denim clad leg against his khakis. A delicious
heat radiated from the material, seeping into Draco�s skin and almost driving
him mad with need.

He shifted again, feeling a subtle return of pressure as the other boy did
his shifting of his own, turning his head to stare at Draco. The boy�s lips were
still lifted into a the tiny smile of moments ago but something was�different.
Something that made the blonde�s pulse speed and stomach clench.

Draco leaned forward, feeling mesmerized as he realized Harry was doing the
same. His eyes drifted to the boy�s lips. They were pink and rosy, reminding him
of cherry lip balm and cotton candy. The only thought, the only word that ran
through his mind then was �devour�.

�Harry�� Draco murmured, feeling the boy�s body shift even more and warm
breath caress his face. He licked his lips, smiling when he heard the soft groan
that emanated from deep within the boy�s throat. Draco tore his gaze up until
the were staring into the swirling depths of a deep green sea. �Harry��

A second more and their lips would be touching. Their mouths would be
consuming the others and Draco would finally get to feast on that sweet, sweet
mouth.

�Draco�� Harry murmured huskily, eyes fluttering shut. Draco groaned, letting
his own eyes close as the first barely there contact of those perfect lips�

�Oh thank fucking God, I�m about to kiss my--�

�HARRY JAMES POTTER, HOW COULD YOU!�
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