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So Far Away
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.

Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.
Chapter 22 - What In The Bloody Hell Is Thanksgiving?

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Thanksgiving News
Classes Dismissed
Thursday, Nov. 25 & Friday, Nov. 26

Thanksgiving Feast
Thursday, Nov. 25 - 6:00 pm
Great Hall - Dress robes required
"What in the bloody hell is a Thanksgiving Feast?" Draco asked as he ripped the flyer from the door to his and Allen�s room. "And why must we wear dress robes? We haven�t needed them for anything else."

"Thanksgiving is a holiday where friends and family gather together, give thanks for whatever they are thankful for, stuff themselves silly on fabulous fattening food, then pass out watching North American football. And the food usually involves turkey in some capacity." Allen said as they entered and dropped their things on their desks.

"Must be an American holiday because we didn�t have this at Hogwarts," Draco said as he collapsed on his bed. Quidditch practice had been especially hard today and he was ready for a hot shower and then some much needed sleep.

Allen pulled out the chair to his desk and sat down. "Yes, it�s an American holiday that commemorates a feast held in 1621 by the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Indians," Allen explained. "And, we get two days off of classes because of it."

"Oh, well in that case, I�m all for it," the blonde said as he rolled over and hugged his pillow. "Merlin, could they work us any harder? We�re not a professional Quidditch team, although Coach Brand likes to think we are," he grumbled.

"Have you given any thought to possibly going pro with Quidditch? You�re good enough, you know," Allen commented. "You and Harry both are."

Draco raised his head and looked over his shoulder. "Man of leisure, remember?" the blonde asked.

Allen smiled. "Oh yes. You�re going to lie around all day jerking off while watching gay porn. Do you honestly think Harry would let you do that?"

"Not only will he let me do that, I�m sure he�ll join in," Draco said with an evil grin.

"You two are just not right," Allen said with a shake of his head before turning to his studies.

* * * * *

Harry slid into his dress robe of forest green velvet; a row of golden lions embroidered around the collar and sleeve openings, the clasp a golden lion�s head, and ran his fingers through his unruly dark hair. One of these days he should just cut it all off and be done with it, he thought to himself. Of course, Draco would kill him for it. Merlin only knew what his lover found so enticing about his out of control locks, because Harry certainly had no clue. For once is his life, he wished that it would behave like a normal wizard�s hair should. With a last look in the mirror, he sighed and went to fetch his boyfriend, whom he was almost positive wasn�t anywhere near being ready yet. Imagine his surprise when he walked through the adjoining bathroom to find said person dressed and waiting.

"It�s about time, Potter," Draco teased from his place in front of the mirror. "I was getting worried that I might have to come show you how to dress yourself."

Harry approached his boyfriend and slid his arms around the lithe frame. "Are you sure about that?" he asked as he placed a chaste kiss on a particularly inviting spot on the long alabaster neck. "I figured you would be more for undressing than dressing," he said with a grin, his emerald eyes alight with laughter.

"Don�t worry about that, Harry. I plan on doing that later," he said as he ran his hands down the front of Harry�s robe. "This is nice," he admitted. "It suits you perfectly. Gryffindor to the end."

"You don�t look half-bad either," Harry said as he took in Draco�s velvet robe the color of the darkest night, silver trimming around the neck and cuffs. Harry always liked it when Draco wore black as it highlighted his platinum locks and accentuated his pale skin, making him even sexier than he had a right to be.

"Half-bad?" Draco asked as an eyebrow lifted. "A Malfoy never looks �half-bad�. The word �bad� is not associated with anything having to do with Malfoy looks."

An evil grin formed on Harry�s full lips. "Maybe not Malfoy looks, but there are plenty of other things about a Malfoy that is bad. Like a Malfoy tongue, maybe? Or other certain Malfoy attributes?" he asked as his emerald eyes darkened.

Draco�s throat had suddenly become dry. "You mean bad in a good way, right?" he asked.

"No," Harry said as he watched his lover�s eyes turned to a steel gray. "I mean bad in the best possible way."

"Bloody hell, Harry," Draco breathed as he tried to pull himself together. How in the world had the conversation gone from innocent to sexual in the span of a few seconds? Oh, yes, that�s right. His boyfriend was standing in front of him - his beautiful, talented, sexy-as-hell-even-with-his-unruly-hair boyfriend. It wasn�t the first time this had happened and Draco was pretty sure that it wouldn�t be the last. "Would you please stop turning everything into something sexual?"

"Sorry, couldn�t help it," he said as he slowly backed away. "But you have no room to talk, you know. You�re worse than I am."

Draco grinned. "Maybe. I guess some of my Slytherin ways are rubbing off on you," he said and then groaned when he realized what he had said.

"I don�t think you�ve heard me complain about that, have you?" Harry asked as he leaned one shoulder against Draco�s wardrobe. "I rather like having a Slytherin rubbing on me, sucking on me, as well as a few other things."

Draco groaned. "Will you please stop doing that?!" he yelled. "We have less than fifteen minutes until dinner and yet you stand here teasing me, knowing full well that there is no time to take care of any problems that might have arisen from it," he said with a smirk. "You are horrible, Potter. You are worse than horrible, if there�s any such thing. And stand up for Merlin�s sake. You�ll wrinkle your robe."

Harry slowly stood upright and smirked at his lover. "We can�t have that now, can we?" he teased.

Draco grabbed Harry�s hand and pulled hard, effectively bringing the other wizard to him, their bodies pressed together. "One of these days, Potter, you will learn not to push me."

Harry grinned, but kept quiet. It was only after they left the privacy of the room that he finally spoke. "I don�t know about that. You seemed to like me pushing against you last night fairly well," he whispered.

"SHUT. UP. POTTER," came the command through clenched teeth and Harry grinned in triumph.

* * * * *

The tables of the Great Hall were laden with a variety of foods in honor of the holiday. Everything from apple and pecan pies to yam casseroles could be found. Since this was the first American Thanksgiving for both Harry and Draco, they set out to try a bit of everything. Allen and Chad had laughed at them and said that they would be miserable later, but even that threat did not stop the two of them. Plate after plate was filled and devoured; that is to say, devoured by Harry because a Malfoy never devours anything, they simply taste. At that statement, Harry leaned over and whispered something that caused a certain blonde to turn a lovely shade of pink that commonly accompanies embarrassment. Nothing else was mentioned about devouring or tasting for the remainder of the meal. However, another topic did surface.

"Have you thought about the Christmas holiday yet?" Chad asked. "Are you two planning on going home, or back to Hogwarts to see your friends?"

"I usually spend Christmas Day with my best friends, Ron and Hermione," Harry commented. "They�ve already asked if I was planning to join them but I haven�t answered them yet."

"How about you, Draco?" Allen asked.

"I was going to ask Harry to spend a few days with me at the Manor, but other than that, I hadn�t given it much thought," Draco stated.

Harry turned his emerald eyes in surprise to his boyfriend. "You want me to come to Malfoy Manor? What about your mother? I�m sure after everything that�s happened Harry Potter will be the last person she wants to see."

"I�m sure that she�ll be too busy traveling to worry about coming home. But even if she were there, the house is big enough that we�d probably never see her. She used to stay in her suite of rooms and didn�t venture out too often. So, what do you say? Want to come spend some time with me?"

"Hang on. Before you two decide to play house for a few days, at least hear our suggestion," Allen said. "We had thought about having you guys come and stay with us for the holidays, and then we�ll all get together for a party at my parent�s house for New Year�s."

"That sounds good, but I�d really like to go see my friends for a day or so," Harry said.

"So how about this? You guys come home with us until Christmas, after that you can go play house for a few days, visit friends and what-not, and then we�ll all meet at my parent�s for their annual New Years bash and spend a few days at the beach," Allen offered.

Harry looked at his boyfriend. "I think that would be okay. What about you?"

Draco gave it some thought for a minute and then nodded. "That would work. But I want to spend Christmas Eve with Harry at the Manor, that way I can unwrap my present on Christmas morning," he said with a grin.

Harry leaned over and whispered, "And what if your present never gets wrapped on Christmas Eve?"

"Pulling the sheet from your body would be enough unwrapping for me," he whispered back, his cock swelling as he thought about all of the delicious things he would be able to do to his lover with no one around.

"So do we have a plan?" Chad asked.

"Sounds good to me," Harry said as he tucked back into his dinner.

"Count me in," Draco added. "So what about seeing Weasley and Granger?"

"I could Floo to The Burrow from Malfoy Manor and they�d never know where I was coming from. Getting back to you would be the hard part though," Harry admitted. "I really can�t see myself standing in their fireplace saying �Malfoy Manor� and not having a few hundred howlers sent afterwards."

"You could Floo to Hogsmeade and then to Malfoy Manor and they�d never know," Draco offered. "That is, if I let you go at all."

Emerald eyes met silver. "What do you mean �if I let you go�? You can�t stop me from seeing my friends, Draco."

"Sure I could. I could close off our connection to the Floo Network and then nobody could leave until it was time to meet the guys in California," he stated.

"Draco, please tell me you�re joking," Harry prodded. "One day, that�s all I ask. I haven�t seen them since we left Hogwarts."

"We�ll see, Harry," Draco said, knowing full-well that Harry could do what he pleased. He just liked getting under his skin. "We�ll see."

Harry eyed his boyfriend and hoped that going to see his friends would not cause problems between them. For some reason, he highly doubted it.

* * * * *

"Ohhhhhhhh," came a groan of agony from the body that lay in a fetal position on Harry�s bed an hour or so later. "Why did you let me eat so much?" Harry asked his roommate as he clutched his stomach.

"We tried to warn the two of you, did we not?" Chad asked.

"But everything looked so good and since it was our first Thanksgiving here, we wanted to enjoy it all," came another voice, this one muffled by a pillow. Draco wasn�t faring any better than his boyfriend.

"Enjoy it you did and now you get to enjoy the after-effects. I guess it�s a good thing we don�t have classes tomorrow. I think the only way you two would be attending would be because we rolled you down the halls," his roommate teased.

Harry laughed and then groaned from the pain in his stomach. "Stop it. Laughing hurts too much," he said as he scooted closer to his boyfriend. "Rub my stomach?" Harry asked.

"I don�t bloody think so," Draco exclaimed. "I think you need to be rubbing mine," he said as he lifted his shirt, exposing his slightly rounded stomach. "Oh Merlin, I look like I�m pregnant! Harrryyyyy!" he whined.

"Fine," his boyfriend said as he reached over and placed his hand on Draco�s stomach only to have it shoved off. "Why did you do that? I was only doing what you asked."

"Forget I asked. You touching it made it feel like I would burst," Draco said as he lowered his shirt.

"Oh that would be just nasty. Dragon entrails all over the room. Please Harry, never touch Draco�s pregnant looking stomach again," Chad teased his roommates.

Silver eyes met blue. "Sharpe, if I could move, you�d be a dead man right about now," he warned.

Chad leaned back on his bed and laughed. "Well in that case, I think Draco would look rather cute if he were pregnant. Although I don�t think he would like the getting fat part of it, or the stretch marks, or the morning sickness, or �"

"SHARPE!" Draco yelled, only to clutch his stomach again. "When I finally get up from here, you had better be long gone from my sight. I will not be held responsible for what happens to you."

Harry rolled over and snuggled up to his boyfriend. "I don�t know, Draco. I think you�d look bloody sexy if you were pregnant," he said as he nuzzled the alabaster neck.

"Harry," Draco warned. "Please don�t tease me right now. I can�t move, much less do anything else. Just let me lie here and die in peace," he groaned.

"You�re not going to die, Draco. You�ll be fine tomorrow," Harry said as he left a kiss on Draco�s cheek. "So how about it? Want to get knocked up by Harry Potter?" Harry teased, only to get the back of an elegant hand smacked across his face. "Hmm, I�ll assume that means �I�ll take that under advisement�," he said, grabbing the hand before it could inflict more pain.

A few hours later found two extremely �fat and happy� wizards (according to Allen) asleep on Harry�s bed. Draco had scoffed at the �fat and happy� part because he could not see himself as being happy if he was fat, especially not right now. He cursed everyone from the Pilgrims and Indians for beginning this stupid tradition to Dumbledore, who had sent him to America to begin with.

Harry�s patience had finally run out and he yelled at Draco, who was lying beside him.

"Merlin, would you please give it a rest?" he asked as he sat up on the bed. "We know how you feel about it, Draco. We�ve been listening to it the entire evening. Enough is enough."

"No it�s not. I can�t believe �" he started, only to find himself being thoroughly snogged by his irate boyfriend.

"Well, that�s one way to shut you up," Harry said before capturing Draco�s lips again, wanting to hear nothing more than the silence that filled the room, the small moans coming from the body beneath his being the only exception.

Draco was fast learning that he could indeed be fat and happy at the same time.

TBC

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