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A Wayward Dragon In Little Whinging	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9031 -:- 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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Author's Notes: Hey guys, another short chapter for you. Apologies for any editing issues but I'm just too tired.

Victoria: Thanks so much. I am well past my teenage years but I like to write young adults as dramatic as I remember those days to be (if not a tad more sensible.) Their personalities really add a lot of energy to what could be an otherwise slow moving plot. XD Sorry to leave on such a cliffhanger, but it can't ever be easy with these two.

Staar: Hey, long time no see! My updates will likely be sporadic, but I'm glad you like it so far.

Jess: I can see from your comment that you would like me to know that you are more intelligent than I am, more mature, clearly a better writer and that your values are far more meaningful than mine. You are actually a better person than me, correct? To the point that you find that any positiveness I may receive from sharing my story is undeserving. You sound a little jealous, Jess, and a whole lot of bitter.

You have made it clear that I am supposed to reach your expectations, not only in my writing but in my values. Let me make it clear that when I wrote this story I didn't even know you existed. This is an actual fact compared to your very strong, numerous opinions. I still, actually, do not know if you truly exist. What I do know is that even though I chose to share my story on the internet, I am under no obligation to actually give a fuck about your opinion. Get over yourself.

Anon1: When I get around to plotting out an itinerary of my free time where I divide it between my family, running errands, cleaning the house, dealing with my disability, battling Lyme disease, doing shit I enjoy and writing fanfiction, I'll be sure to post it here first. Until then, assume that I'll be updating when I get around to it as I stated in the beginning of the story.

Chapter Twelve

It's nighttime before Malfoy drags his ass back. I hate that a part of me was worried. He's so fucking dumb about the world. I don't say a word to him when he walks up the drive while I wait on the front steps. He eats dinner with the Dursleys. I lock myself in my room and wait for Hedwig to get back. It's Remus; he's got a lot of shit to juggle right now but hopefully he'll be able to pen a damn letter and help me figure this hell out.

I never should have taken the kid in. I'm too nice, too trusting. I just have to save the whole fucking world while opening myself up to getting stabbed in the back. He said it himself that first night; he could see how much I gave while fucking myself over. And who the fuck is Draco Malfoy to not take advantage of such an obvious character flaw?

Stupid. I'm so fucking stupid.

There's a knock on my door and I freeze, glaring from my bed. I get up slowly, hating him with every bone in my body. But it's only Aunt Petunia.

“I saved you some dinner if you're hungry.”

What? When the hell does she ever bother to do that? “Err, thanks. I'm not really in an eating mood right now.”

She doesn't leave and I really don't know how to tell her to get lost. So I just kind of stare at her, my eyebrows raise inquiringly.

“The two of you are fighting.”

Ugh. “It's nothing. Just a...” I don't know what the fuck it is. Misunderstanding? Is that what you call finding out that you're being set up to be seduced and thrown into the clutches of the one and only Dark Lord Voldemort?

“You know how you get when you're upset. You blow things up. The family can't handle that. Not with two of your kind in the house.”

Fuck my life. “I'm in control, Aunt Petunia, I promise. No shaking the house, no blowing up things or people. I haven't had a slip like that in years and you know it.”

“He's very upset.”

“Yeah, well we fight all the time and he's never exploded anything ever. You don't have to be afraid of him.”

She gives me a look like I'm an idiot. Maybe I am. “He's upset. He's your friend. He's obviously here for some terrible reason because one of his caliber doesn't mingle with the muggles. I'm amazed he knows how to get his shoes on without a wand. Your father was just like him—Completely hopeless without magic. Couldn't work a doorhandle half the time. Saw him try to eat a toad until he realized it wasn't candy. The things that man tried to eat...”

“Err... Okay.” Aunt Petunia's been, well, different lately. I thought it was because I'm getting close to the age where she expects me to move out and finally leave her family alone. But now I'm wondering if it's that she just doesn't know how to talk to kids and I'm not really a kid anymore. “Was there a point to all this?”

“Yes. His type are complete emotional imbeciles, and if you want to preserve any friendship you have, you need to be the one to repair it. He's going to be here a while and I don't want the two of you fighting.”

Petunia doesn't seem to realize just how much bigger of an emotional imbecile I am. “No offense, Aunt Petunia, but I really don't get why you care.”

Another look that says I'm an idiot. Whatever. “He's a good boy. I don't like to see him upset.”

I have to blink at that. He is? Aunt Petunia thinks the sun shines out of Dudley's ass and now Draco Malfoy is a 'good boy?'

She holds the door before I can shut it. “You're a good boy too, Harry. Especially now that you're not blowing up my house every five seconds. It's okay to have a little happiness. He's clearly smitten with you and it's sad to see you two fighting.”

Holy fuck. I just stare dumbfounded as she shuts the door and leaves me with that fucking insanity. Either I'm now as bad as Dudley and Malfoy, or she actually doesn't hate me. And nevermind that, she thinks he's my boyfriend. Aunt Petunia not only knows I'm gay, but let a boy into the house that she's thinks I'm dating.

Did I hit my head recently?

It's early but I can't seem to think of anything better than falling asleep and forgetting this entire fucking day. I strip, tear the stupid nightlight out of the wall, and sleep in my own fucking bed for a change. He knows where the sleeping bag is. I'm done playing nice.

I'm woken quite rudely this time. Confusing because Voldemort was only just warming up, prepping his altar and taunting his muggle when I'm pulled abruptly from sleep by a knee on my hand.

“Shit—Potter! Here I was worried I was going to trip on you, and you're on the fucking bed!” If the angry hissing wasn't bad enough, he hits me too. I think. He might have slipped. It's pitch black and he's heavy as fuck as he tries not to fall.

He's also just in his underwear, and as angry and suspicious as I am with him, I can't help but notice as I try to throw him off the bed. “Fuck off. You can sleep on the floor for a change.”

“You angry, assholic, mistrustful fucking psycho.” He hits me again, this time on purpose, his hands finding my wrists in the dark and pinning them down. I bite back a gasp, not used to being overpowered. It's doing something to me though, especially in the dark where I don't have to worry about him seeing me. “So what, you think I'm a Death Eater sent here to kill you but the worst you're going to do is let me sleep on the fucking floor? Do you even realize how insane you are! Kick me out if you really think I'm here to get you killed. Hurt me—Do something besides freeze me out!”

“Get lost, Malfoy,” I say as calmly and apathetically as possible. He's got his chest pressing down on mine, his knees on either side of me, and his breath is fucking molten on my cheek while he holds me down. There is no way I'm going to be able to keep my shit together if he doesn't get the fuck off me. Now.

“No. You're going to fucking talk to me. You're going to fucking listen for a goddamn change and stop being so paranoid and stupid.”

“Uh, no, I'm not.” I roll, but he's got more leverage, stopping me halfway when he realizes what I'm doing and forcing me back. Fuck—That feels way too good. “Seriously, get the fuck off me.”

He's quiet. It's too dark to see what the hell he's thinking. I figure it out quick though when his hips press down against mine and he rubs against my hard dick. “Shit, Potter. Does everything get you hard?”

Fuck him. I try to roll us again, but that only makes him press his entire body down to keep me still. Fuck. Oh fuck, he's so nearly naked, all long limbs and hard muscle and sweet smelling sweat.

“Leave me alone, Malfoy. I just want to sleep.” God, I want him. Fucking hate him, but god, I want him.

I can feel him hardening against me, feel the change in the tension of his body when he grips my wrists hard and pushes me firmer into the mattress. “I'm not here to kill you.”

“Let go.” I can barely speak, I'm panting so hard. He feels so good. Want him so bad.

“I could have stabbed you in your sleep. Could have smothered you with a pillow. Could have hexed you dead. I don't want to hurt you, Potter.” His lips brush my neck and I shudder. “I need your help.” His mouth is hot, wet as he laps a small swatch of my skin. “You're the only one that gives a fuck about me enough to help. I've always known it. Always wanted it but couldn't have it. Not until it all went to shit and then the world got small and huge all at once.”

I can't talk anymore. My throat is tight and I want to listen to every fucking lie he's saying cus they sound so good in the dark. His lips are wet, trailing over my neck, moving up my throat as he kisses his words into my skin.

“I asked Snape about you. He wanted to send me to Grimmauld Place. Guess the Order took over my cousin's house and I could be watched by the best of the best. I tried to convince him it was about the wards. He saw right through me. He knows I'm fucked up over you, Potter. Hates me for it. Hates you even more for it because you're definitely trouble. People die around you, and he doesn't want me dead.”

“Not my fault,” I whisper, shivering as his lips tickle my convulsing throat.

“I know. You've had a really bad run of luck. Everything goes to shit around you and you just keep standing. You're stubborn.” His teeth sink in, clamping on my jaw, and I gasp, whimpering. His tongue slowly soothes over the bite, my body melting with it. “Well, my luck just got a fuck ton worse overnight and I figured it was time to find the only guy that could possibly have it worse off than me. And kiss him because all I've wanted to do since third fucking year is kiss you.”

His nose brushes mine and I tilt my head up to reach him, finding his lips in the dark. He's slow, languid, his tongue teasing over my lips, drawing mine to touch and taste and tangle. His hands loosen and I raise my arms so I can grab his hair and pull him closer. He groans, pushing me harder into the mattress, sliding a palm down my side, to my hip where he slips beneath my underwear so he can grab my ass. I moan, arching into him, my body so hot where he's pressed to me, everything so dizzy and wild with the sound of our strained breathing, wet kisses, and the rustle of sheets.

He pulls away, his mouth out of reach, hands sliding up my body before leaving away as well. I grab his nearest wrist, tugging him closer, finding his lips.

“I want to see you.” He again tries to pull away, but only after kissing me so deep that I'm dizzy. His words sink in and I hold his wrist tighter. “Potter?”

God, he just fucking ruins everything. “It's late. Just...” Just let it fucking be and stop trying to make it more. But he's stupid like that. Stubborn and dumb as fuck, and pulling from the bed to get the light.

Damn.
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