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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: Completely unbeta'd.

Chapter 4

Harry had never considered
himself a graceful person. Point of fact, he had always felt to lanky and lean
to actual contain anything other than a stumbling drawl to his steps. But, at
the same time, he had never thought of himself as completely clumsy like, for
instance, Regina Sprout�s employee, Neville Longbottom.

The cherub faced boy had been in secondary school with Harry and there wasn�t
a day that went by that the other boy hadn�t stumbled, fell or otherwise bumped
into something causing a cacophony of noise and disaster. Not that Harry held it
against the other boy. Neville was endearing, in his own way, but painfully
clumsy.

Which was why, Harry supposed, at this very moment he felt such a kinship
with the other boy.

�Just one foot in front of the other, Harry.� He told himself,
carefully measuring his steps so he wouldn�t trip and fall. That was the last
thing he needed to do. He didn�t think he could bear the embarrassment if he
tripped.

Swallowing, Harry felt a flush rising up his cheeks that had more to do with
his own self-awareness than of the afternoon heat. He wished he had worn one of
his better tee shirt and jeans today. Not that any of his clothes were in a much
better state than what he had on but there were was at least one pair of jeans
that were a little less faded out.

Harry swallowed again, looking up at the other boy from under his lashes.

�Sweet Merlin...�

The blonde looked so...so...

Another flush crawled up his cheeks, making his cheeks burn. His jeans felt
decidedly tight all of a sudden. Maybe the faded jeans had been a good
choice for today...

Taking a deep breath, the dark haired boy hesitated, stopping a meter away
from the blonde despite wanting to move closer. He didn�t want to get too close.
Not until he got some control over his body. If the other boy saw...

Harry shifted on his feet, eyes looking over the other boy�s face slowly to
buy himself time.

He was completely unlike anyone Harry had every seen before: soft and
deceptively delicate looking, almost like the porcelain dolls his Aunt Petunia
collected. His skin reminded Harry of cream and the flush that now covered his
face from the sun made the raven haired boy want to run his fingers over it to
see if it was cool. His lips were thin, almost painted on, though the bottom was
full, seeming to form into a natural pout.

Harry couldn�t help but let his eyes pause there for a second. He�d never
kissed another boy before, not really. Seamus didn�t count. They�d both been
drunk and there lips had barely touched before Harry had stumbled drunkenly into
the wall and had to sit down from dizziness. After that, each time the irish boy
had tried to instigate something, Harry had brushed him off. He wasn�t
interested in him.

In all truths, Harry had never much been interested in any boy in this town
much less wanted to kiss any of them.

But this boy, with hair so blonde and so satiny looking it made Harry�s palms
itch to feel it, made him not only want to kiss another boy but literally feast
on him.

Harry shuddered faintly, fighting down a moan as he pushed his hands into his
pockets. He wanted nothing more than to just pin the boy against the brick wall
beside them and...and...and do whatever it was that his body was screaming at
him to do even if he wasn�t sure he knew what that was.

The dark haired boy shifted again, watching as the other boy did the same.
The way the boy�s clothes slide against his skin made a lump rise in Harry�s
throat. He cleared his throat, smiling slightly as a flush stole across his
cheeks again with the way the other boy jerked ever so gently at the sudden
noise.

�You can do this.� He cheered himself, feeling a ball of tension roll
inside him.

�You lost?�

Harry pressed his hands against his legs within his pockets. No, that didn�t
make him sound lame at all...

�Actually, I was fixing to go to the Leaky Cauldron.� The blonde murmured
after a moment, his voice smooth as silk.

Harry felt his insides quiver even as surprise shuttered through him. Sweet
Merlin All Mighty, the boy�s voice was refined and sweet, a mixture of accents
so faint that they all combined to make music. It was like listening to a choir
of angels.

This boy was going to the Cauldron?

�The mechanic told me there was a phone there...?� The blonde explained,
answering Harry�s unasked question even as his voice lilted ever so slightly at
the end showing just how much he believed the mechanic.

Harry would have laughed if he wasn�t so nervous. That didn�t surprise him.
The town mechanic was kind of -- well, no one tended to believe Justin, even on
a good day.

�Ah.� Harry finally murmured, eyes shifting to look down the walkway behind
the blonde as he saw a car making it�s way down the road in the distance. It was
Seamus. There was no mistaking that old piece of junk he drove even from this
far away.

He gave a small smile, eyes turning back to the blonde. This was his town;
his home. He didn�t need to be so nervous. �Afraid the natives will bite, huh?�

Harry felt a thrill of pleasure shoot through him as the other boy began to
laugh, a soft silvery sound that made him run hot and cold all at once. He hoped
he could hear it again. Soon.

�You could say that.� The boy chuckled, the laughter and voice curling in the
pit of Harry�s stomach.

Harry continued to smile, even as he felt goosebumps prickle his skin. He
could listen to the other boy talk all day. All night. Hell, any time he liked
because the more he talked the more Harry got little shock waves of pleasure
shooting front his groin, to his stomach to his heart and then back again.

God, the boy was even more radiant when he smiled. It made him literally glow
in the sun shine. Even with the tiny amused smile that tilted his lips now...

Harry shuffled his feet. The boy reminded him of a greek statue he�d once
seen in one of the book�s Hermione had brought back after a summer vacation
across Europe. He didn�t remember the name but the statue personified everything
that this boy in front of him was.

�So...� Harry began again, suddenly realizing that�d lapped into silence and
he�d been staring. Merlin, he wasn�t a little kid anymore. He should have known
better than to just stare.

He was probably making the other boy uncomfortable, if the way the blonde�s
face seemed to be shifting into an expression Harry didn�t even pretend to
understand. It was one that he�d seen on Ron�s face before when Hermione had
worn her new bathing suit but...it was something else as well. Something that
made Harry want to just do whatever the boy told him.

Harry bit the inside of his cheek. He wasn�t going to think about it.

�So...� He began again, grimacing slightly when a piece of his hair fell onto
his forehead to stick. It was to hot. Pulling a hand out of his pocket, he
nervously ran it through his hair, making sure to keep some hair over his
scarred forehead before continuing, � Want some company to the Cauldron?�

Liquid pleasure shot through him as the boy�s smile grew. �I�d love some.�

Harry blushed, toes curling in his shoes. The other boy wanted company. And
not just any company, he wanted Harry�s.

�Follow me.�

Turning on his heels, Harry begin to walk slow and leisurely, being sure not
to stumble and make a fool out of himself.

�I can�t believe this is happening. I can�t believe he said �yes�. I can�t
believe this is real.� Harry babbled mentally, the knot in his
stomach loosening minutely. The other boy wasn�t going to just disappear.
�Stay cool, Harry. Just, stay cool.�

Harry glanced over,
realizing the other boy was just starting to walk by his side. He slowed down.
Jesus, here he was walking like the very devil was after him and he all but left
the blonde behind!

The blonde flashed him another smile. �Sorry, it�s just so hot.�

Harry felt a sigh of relief spring to his lips as he flashed his own smile
and rolled his shoulders.

�It�s always like this, this time of year. It�s not so bad when you get used
to it.� He said, pushing his glasses up his nose from where they had slide.

And that was true. Over the years, Harry had become more than accustomed to
the warm weather the small town supplied in full every year without fail. Most
people were accustomed to it and like most anyone who lived in a warm climate
would tell you, all you had to do was know how to beat the heat to be used to
it. Stay in the shade, drink lots of water and a keeping a fan around wasn�t
such a bad idea. Those were some of the reasons most of the locals ended up at
the Leaky Cauldron this time of day.

Despite the amenities the town had, most of thopleople there were simple
farmers and didn�t own air conditioning units much less fans. The Cauldron was a
welcome retreat on a hot day, serving cold drinks, cool air and good food.
Everyone loved it there.

�How long have you lived here?�

Harry had to fight the urge to stop in surprise. Not that it was in some way
an odd question, after all, people asked you about where you lived or whatnot
every day but, somehow, the way the other boy asked the question, as if Harry�s
question was the answer to a puzzle, made him feel uncomfortable.

The dark haired boy felt his lips tighten. It wasn�t an intimate question. It
was simple. It didn�t feel simple though. It wasn�t simple to answer. Not for
Harry, anyway. He wanted to just tell the blonde his whole life story in one go
and that was disturbing. Not even Ron�s mother, Molly, so much like a mother to
Harry knew all of Harry�s past. She never really asked, not wanting to upset him
and Hermione and Ron...

They knew the story but never brought it up. They knew his suspicions and his
worries but they never brought it up unless he did. So, why, now, did he
want to tell this complete stranger -- everything?

�You don�t have to answer that if you --� The blonde began and Harry blinked,
quickly cutting of the boy.

�No, no sorry.� Harry said, mentally wanting to punch himself. �I was just
thinking. I�ve lived here most of my life.�

�There, that sounded -- all right.�

He knew it wasn�t though. He could feel the other boy�s eyes on him even as
he ignored them. What a time to dwell on things that couldn�t be changed. On
things that he didn�t even know were true or not...

The two of them continued on in silence. Harry wanted to slap himself. How
could he let his own bitterness make things uncomfortable between them? He was
just beginning to relax!

�Where are you from?� Harry asked. It was a desperate attempt to salvage the
cosatisation but it was an attempt. He glanced over at the other boy, feeling
the way the blonde speed up to match his stride with the question.

�Bit of everywhere really.� He supplied. Okay, that was a start. Harry raised
an eyebrow.

The blonde�s lips twisted. �My father owns Malfoy Enterprises.� His voice
hardening. �We used to move around quite a bit.�

Harry�s eyes shifted away from the blonde, instead settling on the beaten
down junk heap of a car Seamus had just pulled in across the street in front of
a supply store. Harry waved.

�Used to?�

Harry ed fed faintly as his friend waved from across the street, giving both
Harry and the boy next to him a pointed look before slipping inside the store.
Harry blushed, though he wasn�t sure wThe The way Seamus had looked at them made
him feel -- he blushed some more.

After a moment, he glanced over, wanting to see if the blonde had caught the
look when he suddenly realized the boy had stopped. He turned and swallowed --
hard.

The look on the blonde�s face was one he knew he�d worn a million times
before just after a frightening realization or -- nightmare. It was one the
screamed that whatever it was the boy had seen had horrified him.

�I hate you Seamus!� Harrywledwled mentally, cursing his friend six
waysm Sum Sunday. Obviously the boy had seen the look and whatever it had meant
had upset him.

�You okay?� He asked after a moment. He was concerned. He was. The boy looked
even paler than he had to begin with but even so, Harry wished he could break
away and go give Seamus a good swift kick where the sun didn�t shine.

The blonde blinked, jerking. �I�m fine.�

Harry�s eyes narrowed. It didn�t take a genius to figure out the boy was
lying. He still looked shaken up but Harry wasn�t going to push it. �So, used
to?�

�Hm?� The blonde hummed distractedly, blinking again. �Oh. Yes. My father
decided that he would be more effective, business-wise, if he stayed at the home
office from now on.�

Harry chewed the inside of his lip. That made sense but the way the blonde
said it didn�t. He acted as though nothing at all had happened just then. That
he hadn�t been upset moments before.

�I see.� Harry said, even though, he really just didn�t see at all. What had
upset the blonde so?

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