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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
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
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- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
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- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
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Author's Notes: New chapter for you guys. Sorry for the wait, but, you know, life and shit.

Keladry: Thanks hun, I enjoy character interaction but I feel like you need some substance under it all, otherwise it starts sounding like a sitcom.

Effie88: Glad you like it so far, and nice to see it's enjoyable a few rereads later.

Anon: Lol, no, not finishing the whole thing in one go, just needed a bit of free time. And feel free to whine, I will not hold it against you. I don't hold my stories hostage depending on reviewers, I just really have a lot going on atm. It's nice to hear that you're enjoying the story so far, so no worries.

Chapter Fourteen

He has the most beautiful hands. Long, strong fingers that taper to glowing pink flesh and short manicured nails. Usually perfectly clean and immaculate, but this morning he's got a bit of dirt under a nail and I can't stop staring at it. It's day four and I'm dirtying him. Tarnishing him. He's more human today than I've ever seen him and I hate myself for it.

He doesn't belong here. He doesn't belong and once he leaves, he'll never come back. It is amazing just how cruel Draco Malfoy can be by telling me he likes me.

I think I woke up to jog. My body is ready to run. I slept—I can't even remember the last time I fucking slept like this—and now I'm awake, and hard, and sweating under his hot flesh and solid, strong form. There's no darkness to hide away in and he is so fucking beautiful when he sleeps.

I want to touch him. His skin is a pale, golden cream in the morning light bouncing through the window, his hair a glittering gold as it tickles my cheek. I can touch him. God, I am touching him, his slowly moving chest half covering mine, his leg still pressed between my thighs and likely getting sticky with just how fucking hard he makes me. He has amazing shoulders and such a smooth, sculpted ass. Hell, Malfoy nude is fucking art. I'm sleeping with art.

Holy fuck, I'm sleeping with Draco Malfoy.

I have to be losing my mind. Like, full blown hallucinations combined with schizophrenic delusions. How long has he been here? Did I end up spelled by something? Am I in a fucking coma right now? I don't know if I believe in parallel universes but I'm questioning it now.

Except, he is so quick to point out just how fucked up I am, and I am still just so totally fucked.

I didn't even really realize just how fucked I was until he said it. Do I not see the world right? Have the nightmares from Voldemort fucked me up that much that I can't even tell the difference between what's real and me being a paranoid fuck?

It doesn't mean I wrong. It doesn't mean Voldemort wouldn't kill me in a second. Or Malfoy's parents. Or even fucking Malfoy.

I lick my lips, trying to glare at his gorgeous face, but I can't find the anger when he's asleep. I need him to open his mouth and say something stupid first.

It doesn't mean I'm wrong.

I don't live a fucking normal life no matter how mundane it might seem during the summer. It is so fucking insane for me to come back to the Dursley's every summer break and live in this world. Playing muggle. Playing teenager. It's all make believe here.

I once thought magic was freedom from this boring place. Whimsical. Really fucking cool. But that all changed when I realized how my parents had died, why I was going to die, and why every fucking person I'm around or dare to care about is going to die. Little Whinging is a fucking illusion and every time something magical strays in, it cracks the facade a little more, breaking me with it.

I am a fucking crazy person. Ask any muggle that wants to know my opinion on magic. Oh, so you think it would be super cool to just do things? Fly or become invisible or turn back time? Sure, except it's not just you. It would be lots of people doing those same really cool things but they use it to control people like slaves and murder the ones they can't control. If magic were real, you'd need to learn as much as you could as quickly as you could, otherwise someone with more power might come around and kill you.

Why? Fuck, because they can. They can do magic; what did you think they were going to do with it? Make the world a better place? How many fucking people do you personally know are bothering to put their own selfish needs aside to help a stranger? Why would a person with magic be any different? They can just do all the things they want with no one to stop them or tell them they're wrong.

Oh, you're sure that if you had magical powers, you'd be the next Jesus? Pretty sure that guy died in the end. The normal people killed him because he was trying to make their lives better. I know, what a dick. Who's to even say that guy was real? You know who was definitely real? Hitler. Pol Pot. Kim Jong Il. Stalin. Mussolini. Genghis Khan. The Crusades. Genocides from 100 million Native Americans to the Holocaust to Nigeria—Name a fucking continent and I can name a genocide committed by people that didn't need magic to do horrible things.

How many times do you hear about people banning together to feed the homeless or welcome them into their country after a natural disaster? Most of the time they're too busy bitching about not having enough for themselves. You really think magic is going to help this world? People are fucked and there's no helping them.

They tend to stop talking to me after that. Apparently I'm a depressing asshole. Whatever.

Having magic and knowing Voldemort forces you to think about this shit. Most people are in the middle of the selfish meter. They'll help a little until it gets to be too much of a hassle for themselves. You get a few that will give up their homes for a stranger but they never outnumber the monsters that would destroy and take everything they can.

Destruction is so easy. So satisfying. Primal. And fuck, when you try to help, it never really solves a problem, it only ever seems to pick away at it for a bit. Destruction succeeds where healing just puts off the inevitable death of the decaying all around us.

Magic is real, I am fucking crazy, and it doesn't mean I'm wrong in thinking Voldemort would send Draco to kill me.

It doesn't mean I'm wrong, but god, I really want to be wrong.

I'm never going to be able to have anything I want until Voldemort is dead. This man—No, monster. This monster has decided my life just by existing. He took my parents away and every other good thing I could ever hope for in life by his constant threat to destroy me. I think I finally understand Sirius in some ways. The seemingly arrogant death wish he had walked around with. But it wasn't arrogance, it was fucking desperation. The last straw in a life stolen from him. He wanted to live the second his life was handed back to him. He wanted to finally have a choice.

Yeah, I fucking get it. But he's dead and I'm the one that lived to see the lesson of trying to take control of your life. You just end up fucked. It doesn't matter what you do, you're just fucked. Nothing matters.

I want to go back to sleep. I am a depressing fucker. That he's just lying on top of me, completely oblivious to how fucking miserable a person I am is beyond surreal. He's only going to get worse around me. Cynical, angry, bitter. I'm fucked in the head and he's a fucking idiot for looking twice at me. Maybe it's the scar. Maybe he really is just another stupid fanboy underneath it all.

He smells amazing. His lips are gorgeous, and he smells like sex. Looks like sex. I wonder if he's ever bottomed. He has a fucking smooth, tight ass and I would totally fuck him if I didn't want him to be inside me every time I think about his dick. But if he wanted to bottom, I would totally do that for him.

His breathing doesn't change when I slide my arm out from under his body, carefully cupping his ass cheek. My fingers fan out and I give him a small squeeze. He really has a nice ass. Firm. Fit. He is fucking tight all around. Fuck, the things I would do with him. Nasty shit. Really, really nasty shit.

But he's a naïve idiot. An enemy. His parents could also be dead and I'm a total selfish fuck for bringing him into my shit of a life. Should have pawned him off on the Order the second he showed up. Should have kept my hands to myself and slept on the downstairs couch and just stayed the fuck away. Should have never ever ever fucking told him I need him.

God, I need him.

I give his ass a final squeeze and shift my hips so I'm not humping his leg. Sleep has not helped my head. Nothing is going to fix the life I'm living in. I tilt my head on the pillow, my eyelids heavy as I take in his sleeping face. He really is beautiful. I could get used to waking up beside him in this cramped bed. I could get used to a lot of things when it comes to him. All the more reason he needs to go.

I feel when he wakes, the bed shifting, his breathing changing as he yawns shamelessly right next to my ear. I keep my eyes closed even when his fingers brush my face, his lips quickly following to press against mine.

“You are the lumpiest bed I've ever slept on,” he whispers hoarsely against my mouth like he's afraid to wake me. “Sexiest, too. My god, you are one sexy psycho.” He kisses my jaw, his lips brushing softly over my bristle.

Idiot. He is such a naïve idiot and if I wasn't pretending to be asleep I'd be kissing his stupid mouth raw.

“Try not to wake up an angry fuck today, scarhead.” He pushes himself out of bed before I can growl at him and reveal I'm very much awake and already angry and fucked up. God, but he fucks me up.

I keep my eyes closed and listen to him grab some clothes and a towel. My bedroom door clicks shut and the bathroom fan goes on a moment later. The tension leaves my body and I sink down into the bed, not having realized how tight I had been.

I don't want to get up today. I don't want to see him at breakfast or listen to him bitch about muggle things. I don't want to see him because if I see him, I'm going to remember all those fucking crazy things he said to me yesterday about him wanting me and my resolve is going to fucking break. I gotta let him go. For my sanity. For his own fucking good.

I roll over onto my side, staring blankly at my dingy bedroom wall. It feels very real today. I think the sleep must have done something to me because I feel a little more solid than I usually do, a little more aware of gravity and just how real the wall looks. I might actually be here today in the Dursley's house and not in some in between dream before school starts.

My sheets smell like Malfoy and sex. My ass is sore, a dull throb that makes the rest of me feel kind of warm and fuzzy and a whole lot of stupid. God, I already miss him. Miss the feel of his arms, the weight of his body. I never should have let this happen.

It's not the doorbell but Petunia's tense voice that catches my attention. It's after noon. I managed to fall asleep—It's amazing how much sleep I can get when I'm feeling fucking pathetic about my life. I had dressed after a needed shower and was heading for the kitchen to throw a sandwich together when I hear my aunt choke on her words. Warning bells ring in my head and I'm heading for the front door without even pausing.

“Remus!”

“Harry, I got your owl.” Remus looks at Petunia with an exasperated nod as if my beaming smile is proof enough he's allowed to be here. But I can see her expression now. She's stiff, her face pale with thin lips set in a flat line.

Aunt Petunia is fucking terrified of wizards. She might have learned to tolerate me but she is freaking out to be faced with a full grown one on her front steps. For the first time, I feel a wave of guilt for not having thought of her when contacting Remus. I hadn't expected him to come down but still, she's really freaking and it is her fucking house.

I finish crossing to the door and nod my head in the direction of the street. “Aunt Petunia, Remus and I are going to go for a walk. I'll let you know when I'm back.” Thank god Vernon isn't here. The last thing I need is him taking one look at a freaked out Petunia and feeling the need to play angry guard dog against a werewolf.

I close the door behind us, Remus giving me a quizzical look I don't feel like answering until I'm out of sight on Petunia's glare through the curtains. I feel like I'm fucking everything up today. She lost her only sister to one of the evilest wizards around and I'm just parading wizards through her front door. Stupid, Potter, really fucking stupid.

Once I'm down the street and out of sight of the house, I relax and finally take a good look at Remus. He's worn, his hair touched with gray, warm eyes looking tired. Losing Sirius—Fuck, getting Sirius back and then losing him was hard on Remus. The most on him. He's the last one left of his friends to carry on. I sometimes think he's putting the whole Wormtail thing on his shoulders, like he needs to set it all right.

“Should I be worried that you're here?” I finally ask, seeing as he hasn't offered to tell me yet if we should be checking the street for Death Eaters or shit.

“I had a moment. I just...” He sighs, his arm coming up to rest on my shoulder. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay in person. That's all. I spoke to Snape and he pretty much backs up Malfoy's story. He got a message from Lucius after the thing with Narcissa happened. Draco ended up portkeying in to their arranged meet up, confused and afraid. It doesn't mean someone didn't get to him before Snape.”

No, it didn't. “He asked to stay with me?”

“Snape's still pissed,” Remus says with a wry grin. “He's been arguing with the Order, demanding Shacklebolt be stationed here until your summer break is over.”

I raise my eyebrows, Remus just shaking his head. Yeah, wasn't really expecting an armed wizard escort around here. There's too many people that don't have wards against Voldemort to worry about.

“Is his mother going to be alright?”

His expression goes grim and I sigh internally. Great, Draco's mom is as good as dead and I just totally molested him last night. And at the movies. In the bathroom at that. Fucking great. I don't believe in hell but I'll probably end up there anyways.

“There are rumors that Lucius is in hiding,” Remus says softly. “He hasn't shown up at the Ministry since Draco left. They're talking about him possibly being dead, but Snape is certain he's just holed up somewhere. Then again, Snape's been wrong before, so I can't say for certain.”

Fuck. Dear fuck, how the hell can I tell Draco any of this? “Remus, I need to ask you something and you gotta just answer me flat out, okay? No bullshit.”

Remus' eyes sharpen and I know he's wondering if I'm going to ask something secret oriented. But it's not a secret, it's just one of those really fucking shitty things that people love to soften the blow of.

“Fine,” he finally says, his face guarded.

“Is Voldemort really looking to rape him?”

His eyes widen and the man immediately looks away. “Damn it, Harry.”

“You promised. I need to know.”

“Why? Why the hell do you need to know something like that?” His growl is so low, I'm wondering if the full moon is soon. “The last thing you should be thinking about is the kind of fucked up shit You-Know-Who is into.”

“Remi, fucking tell me!” I grab him by the arm, his eyes flashing warningly at me. I don't fucking care anymore. “What is Voldemort going to do to him? If I make him leave here with you today and the Order fucks up and he gets captured, what the hell is going to happen to him?”

His jaw is grit so tight, it's a wonder he can speak. “Harry, it's not your responsibility to take on every—”

“Fuck that! Fuck! Say it, and stop trying to protect me!” I snarl, going to push him back only to have him grab my fist with impossible speed. “He came to me. Crying, Remus. Fucking crying. Tell me the truth.”

Exhaling angrily, he abruptly lets me go. “I can't say for certain.”

“Do not bullshit me, Remus Lupin. Do you think I'm so dumb that I don't know why you're here?” I hate him for pulling this shit right now, hate him for having to give an actual fuck about me when I just want to know how bad I'm fucking up Draco's life. “Yes or no? Is Voldemort going to rape the fucking kid until he's dead?”

Growling loudly, Remus ducks his head and glares right into my eyes. “Yes, but that doesn't mean it's your responsibility to save him. This isn't your fault, Harry. There are plenty of fully grown adults that can watch over him and they don't have to fear being set up and handed over to Voldemort if it turns out the kid's a spy. Let me take him to Grimmauld Place.”

I shake my head before the words are fully out of his mouth. God. Dear, god, I am the worst kind of fucking person. Maybe I will be telling people to get my fucking scar tattooed on their arm by the time Voldemort is through fucking with my head. The Dark Lord is going to rape the kid and I keep trying to get into his pants.

“Remus, thanks for answering my owl.”

“Harry...”

I hold my hand up, shaking my head again. “Make sure no one fucking knows he's here. The Order might not turn on me, but everyone hates the Malfoys. I don't want to have to worry about someone thinking they're doing me a fucking favor by getting rid of him.” I give him a hard look, one he readily returns.

“Sirius told me, Harry. I'm not blind. You're not thinking clearly—”

“I know right from wrong,” I snap back flatly. “Having a fucking crush doesn't mean I don't know when bailing on him is as monstrous as it sounds. His mother's dying.”

Sighing, Remus eventually nods, his expression closed off. “Within the week, very likely. Her life force is draining fast. And no, I wouldn't recommend him visiting. I wouldn't tell him at all, just in case he's the type to run off to try and say goodbye.”

God, I don't want this. I turn and start walking towards the house, my head stuck on having to hide the condition of his mother from Draco. The kid still has hope while I'm once again crushed by the reality of the world.

Remus makes a sound behind me and I force myself to turn back. He's got his wand out, ready to disappear and today I'm just feeling all the 'what if's' that could happen. I quickly run back, Remus pulling me into a one-armed hug, my hair ruffled into a flying mess.

“Be careful, Harry. Don't be reckless like him. You're too alike. Too much like your father, too, and your mother was nearly as bad.”

Fucking Sirius. Selfish, bullheaded Sirius Black.

“I'll be fine, Remus. I'm always fine. I live, remember? It's kinda my thing.” I give him a cheeky smile he doesn't return, his eyes full of such impossible sorrow. He knows I'm fucked up. Everyone fucking knows. It's not like I've been hiding it.

I give him a small wave, watching as he disappears, the sound dull to my ears.

Left alone, I'm stuck with just my messed up head and the memory of everything I've been fucking up the last four days. Damn.

Need him. Never should have fucking told him I need him.
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