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Fire and Ice	By : Original-Sin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2:

Earlier

Draco and Astoria were walking back towards their waiting limousine through the diminishing crowd. They hadn’t talked since the incident on the platform. Caleb, their family driver, was dutifully standing beside it holding the door wide open and swept his cap off in respect to his employers.

Caleb had been in the Malfoy family employ since the birth of young Scorpius. He had grown very fond of the young boy through the years and his feelings were those of a Grandfather. He felt bad for the child, his mother was cruel to him and lately it seemed to almost be bordering on abusive. He disliked the woman horribly and he wasn't fond of her husband either, the man was like he was made of ice. He showed no affection whatsoever towards his only son in the view of others and Scorpius obviously needed love and attention. Mr. Malfoy was pleasant enough, no cruel behaviour towards the servants as it had been in Lucius' rule over the Manor. As for his mother, the beautiful and elegant Narcissa Malfoy, she was an endearing woman who adored her grandchild and lavished him with the only love he ever knew. As for Caleb himself, he was a Squib, but a very intelligent man and good looking as well. He was around Narcissa’s age, tall and thin, with brown eyes and slightly graying thick brown hair, He'd also been in love with Narcissa since they met.

“Sir and Madame, I hope the young Master Malfoy boarded the train safely?”

“Yes, Caleb, thank you for your concern.” Draco answered with a very stiff tone.

“Really, Draco, I don’t understand why you encourage this kind of behavior in our employees. It’s bad enough that I have to tolerate Narcissa pampering our son like a baby, but to have to put up with you treating the staff like they are our friends.”

Astoria snapped as she stepped into the car and sat down on one of the seats rearranging her skirt around her legs. When her husband didn’t follow her in, she looked out the door at him waspishly asking,

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Close the door Caleb, I won’t be coming home tonight.”

Caleb shut the door on Mrs. Malfoy with a smile on his face, ‘With pleasure, Sir.’ he thought.

“After you leave off my wife, take the rest of the night off and enjoy yourself.”

Draco handed Caleb a handful of cash and turned away disappearing into the returning fog.

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The Leaky Cauldron

Draco was sitting at a corner table drinking his third hot tankard of Butterbeer, another almost empty bottle of Firewhiskey beside it, and thinking about his dear wife. When he had first married Astoria, he thought he was in love with her, but that quickly changed. It was now a marriage of convenience, for both of them, and they no longer shared the same bedroom. Her for prestige, him for remption in wizarding society. As a matter of fact, they hadn’t had a relationship since she got pregnant with Scorpius. During that time, he had to put up with his wife’s constant ranting over the loss of her figure. For nine long months it went on, but he did so in order for her to give him his heir.
After Scorpius’s birth, they came to an unusual agreement, as long as both of them were discreet they could have their own lovers. To Astoria’s disgust, for Draco it was high priced male escorts, she never bothered to hide her disdain for his filthy preferences. Surprisingly, his mother accepted him for it. As far as he was concerned, what his wife thought about his personal love life didn’t matter to him at all.

He thought back to earlier in the day at seeing Potter again (in the flesh) for the first time since The Battle of Hogwarts. Oh yes, he had seen pictures of him splattered on posters and in the ‘Daily Prophet’ and other popular Wizarding magazines through the years, but not one of them did the man justice. Draco leaned back in his chair closing his eyes. Potter was no longer the small and scrawny child he had been at the end of the War, no far from it. Where Draco was 6’ 2”, he figured Potter was at least 5’ 11”, and his body was lean and muscular. He still wore those blasted glasses, which hid those almond shaped bright green eyes of his, but at least they were more fashionable. His thick jet black hair was still messy but had been cut short in stylish waves to just above his high delicate cheekbones. Draco loathed to admit it, even in his own head but Harry Potter had finally become a man and a damned good looking one at that.

“Would you be needing anything else sir?”

Draco opened his eyes looking up at the waitress, who was smiling flirtatiously down at him. Pulling some coins from his pocket, he threw them onto the table and stood up. Without saying a word to the girl, he walked through the pub and out the door. When he stepped outside, he noticed it was just getting dark and much cooler. Pulling up the collar of his coat, he decided to go for a long walk to clear his head. Without realizing it, he again found himself back at King’s Cross Station. And whom should he see walking towards him but the one and only Harry Potter.

Smirking, Draco noticed Potter’s seemingly distraction and lack of attention, and figured he would have a little fun with his old school rival. ‘This should prove interesting.’ It had been awhile and Merlin knew he deserved a little entertainment after putting up with his bitch of a wife all day. Striding towards his unsuspecting target, Draco increased his pace.

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"Watch where you're going Potter." Malfoy sneered, as he watched the former Gryffindor stumble backwards. Instinctively, he reached out with both hands to steady the other man.

Harry heard the familiar voice drawled, and lifted his head to meet the cool gaze of his former nemesis.

"Malfoy...."

Harry unconsciously found himself reaching into his jacket pocket for his wand, then stopped. The War was over, no more Voldemort and his pack of Death Eaters trying to kill or torture him. He was also an Auror, and a damned good one.

“Thank you Malfoy, ah, Draco, you can let go of me now.” Harry told him pulling back from the hands still holding him.

Draco stepped back, just a little, being sure to stay close enough to show Potter he still towered over him.

“We can’t have the Savior of the Wizarding World getting run over by a muggle, now can we Potter?”

Harry glared up at him at the insult and responded, “I highly doubt that would have happened, Malfoy.”

“Tell me Potter, what are you doing out so late and unaccompanied by your faithful sidekick.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Malfoy, so step aside and I'll gladly get out of your way."

Draco ignore him and continued with his little game.

“I am surprised, that’s all, you never know who or what could be lurking in the shadows.”

Harry was starting to get really pissed now and it was clearly showing. Draco smiled to himself, rather pleased to see, that it still didn’t take too much effort to ignite the brunette’s famous temper.

He remained standing in Harry’s way, adding,

“I wondered where your beautiful wife, Ginevra, was today. I find it rather odd to think that she wouldn’t have wanted to see your younger son off to Hogwarts with you for his first year of school. I hope, we’re not having marital problems in the Potter bedroom… ah, I mean household, are we, Potter?”

“That’s it Malfoy, step out of my way, NOW.”

Oh, he had hit a raw nerve, how delightful. Draco didn’t realize, until now, just how much he had missed antagonizing his former rival. Potter’s face was flushed a tantalizing red and his eyes were sparkling fire behind the wire frames.

“I am warning you, one last time Malfoy, get out of my way.”

“Or what, Scar Head?” Draco taunted, “You’ll Avada Kedavra me?”

Looking around to be sure no Muggles were in sight, Harry drew his wand and pointed it at Draco’s throat,

“Don’t tempt me, Ferret!”

Surprising Harry by pushing up against the wand being held against him, Draco went on,

“After all these years, I would have thought you had learned to control that famous temper of yours. What would your superiors, in the Auror Department at the Ministry, think of you now? Their highly prized celebrity, oh pardon me, I meant to say Auror acting like a child. Really, Potter, carrying on like this and in a public place with Muggles around no less?”

Harry pulled his wand back but still held it at the ready, and Draco continued,

“You disappoint me Potter, I felt sure you had grown up but it seems I am sadly mistaken.”

Harry had enough, looking around and being sure no one was watching, he pocketed his wand. Then grabbing Malfoy by the lapels of his coat, he pushed him backwards across the cobblestone sidewalk into an alley. Pushing him up against the wall, Harry stuck his face up close to Draco’s and whispered threateningly,

“I don’t know what kind of game you're playing at here Malfoy and if you know what’s good for you, you had better quit before you end up getting hurt.”

It was then, that Harry got a whiff of his breath, he was drunk. Malfoy, the bloody stupid ponce was drunk.

Looking up at him, Harry growled,

“Have you been drinking, Malfoy?”

In response, Draco leaned down and kissed him. For a moment Harry was still, shocked, unable to move. The lips against his were ice cold and pushing harshly against Harry’s own, grinding them against his teeth until blood was drawn. Somehow, their positions got reversed and Harry’s back was up against the wall. In the heat of the moment, he found himself responding to the kiss and wrapped one arm around Draco’s neck putting the other on the wall behind him to brace himself. Draco easily lifted him up further against the brick wall putting his knee between Harry’s legs. Harry responded by hooking one leg around Draco’s hip.

The kiss continued, their lips moving against each other. Draco’s tongue soon found it’s way inside of Harry’s warm cavern. Harry could taste Butterbeer and Whiskey in his mouth, moaning he slipped his own tongue against Draco’s. They pushed up against each other and Draco started to grind his body against Harry’s. When Harry started to moan in pleasure, Draco bit his bottom lip hard, then licked it and began gently nibbling along the bruised flesh with his teeth.

Draco opened his eyes, looking down at Harry who had his eyes closed. For a moment, his eyes narrowed, he noticed that Potter's eyelashes were unusually lush and long. With an evil smirk, he let the smaller man go, Harry fell down hard to the ground landing on his arse. Draco put his foot on Harry's chest and pushed him flat on his back, pulling out his wand he pointed it at Harry's face and sneered,

“Potter” Draco spat out. “If you ever tell anyone about this, I will make you suffer.”

Draco then turned and apparated right in front of him disappearing from the alley.

Groaning Harry stood up and rubbed his sore lips tenderly, thinking to himself,

'Merlin, what the hell just happened?'
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