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Harry and Draco's Great Adventure	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Walking back to the room with the window, Draco led Ron and Hermione out of the building with only a stopping only for a moment (Harry got stuck in the window again).

As they headed towards the inn they rented hours ago, Draco took the moment to observe the ex-captives.

The demon-Hermione, he briefly remembered-was a short thing, only about 5'4 or 5'5, had an extremely large head of bushy brown hair. Her two front teeth were larger than normal, slightly pushing on her bottom lip; kind of giving her a pouty look. Where she lacked in height, she made up for in power and attitude. With the cuffs now of, Draco could feel her immense power and earlier Draco had seen a brief moment of her temper. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Draco decided he didn't like the woman; her eyes followed Harry's every movement, mouth slightly agape and a bit of drool sliding out of it.

With a flare of jealousy, Draco turned towards her companion. The human-Ron, really is that his actual name?-was the gangly type. All long limbs and sharp angles, he was clumsy and hell of stupid.

The inn in question was very nondescript...from an old swinging sign it read the Leaky Cauldron. A bit dark and shady looking, it attracted darker and even shadier customers. Not up to Draco's standards but it served its purpose: no one batted an eyelash-or even looked up for that matter- as the four walked; immediately heading to the rickety stairs that lead to the rooms.

Harry and Draco paid only for one room; they were already used to sharing one, big bed from their stay in The Burrow. The room was littered with clothes and books; Draco winced. His hands itched to tidy up the room. The only reason it wasn't already clean was due to Harry hastening around; fervently gather his things to save the two idiots with them now.

Salazar, I wish Harry would at least have an ounce of decency sometimes, Draco thought with a grimace. Said man looked unruffled by the lack of the orderliness of their shared room. He marched straight in and about-faced, hands on hips.

"Well, don't just stand there. Dray, stop freaking over the room. Ron, Hermione stop acting so shy and get ya asses in here." He said, indignantly.

Draco sent Harry a half-hearted glare before stepping gingerly around the arrayed mess on the floor. Ron and…what was the girls name? Hermmy…? They stepped in, the idiot wide-eyed; taking in everything in the room and the demon girl with her arms crossed; staring at Harry expectantly.

"Well, Mr. Harry Potter. Who are you?" She said making sarcastic quotation marks in the air with her fingers.

The nerve of that bitch! Draco thought vehemently, fingers unconsciously curling into fists at his side. 'Who are you?' The bitch dared ask Harry. After she said his name! is she just as stupid blaring red-haired human at her side?!

But Harry was unfazed "Please, before we talk about that, have seat." He said, gesturing to the bed; the only thing uncluttered on the room, yet was unmade. Hesitating on for a moment, the duo sat down. "Good. To answer your question, Hermione, I think proper introductions should be made, no?"

The girl relunctantly nodded, "I'll start then. My name is Hermione Granger, a demon from…a place. Ron and I came to Hogsmeade for jobs, but we were captured and you saved us." She shrugged.

Harry nodded and turned to the idiot.

Hmmm, I'll capitalize that; make it his name. The Idiot, Draco thought with a badly stifled snicker.

Harry ignored him. "Ron? Your turn please."

The Idiot turned nearly the same color as his hair. "W-well, sir. M-m name i-is Ron-Ronald-Weasley. I'm from the Burrow…me whole family lives there."

"Wait, the Burrow? A Weasley?" Harry turned to Draco. "We just came from there, didn't we Dray? Mrs. Molly Weasley let us stay in a unused apartment, for a fee of course." He turned back to The Idiot. No, the Weasel. "That your mum then, Ron?"

Weasel nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! That's me mum! Bloody hell, I'd been hoping to gloat to Fred and George about you, but you've already met!"

Harry frowned. "Why would you do that?"

"Because your bloody Harry Potter, that's why! Infamously known for your heroic deeds gone wrong. Believed by most to be the reincarnation of the Great One himself!"

Harry's frown deepened; the creases in his brow becoming more prominent. "I think it's my turn then. My name is Harry Potter. But I'm not the reincarnation of anyone. Or am I a famous person. Hell, half the time I spend living in the forest with animals."

Draco snorted. They most certainly had spent enough time with the animals, but spending half of your time living with them? Nope, that ain't gonna fly. Malfoys do not live in the forest…relatively speaking.

Harry looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Dray, your turn."

Draco scowled at him before sighing. "My name is Draco Malfoy. The bloody fucking elf prince over the fucking High Elves of the Forest." He snorted. "Formerly. Presently a runaway stuck with an arrogant wanker with a knack for dreadful nicknames."

Weasel burst out laughing, "Draco? What kind of name is Draco?!" He said incredulously.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "It happens to mean dragon. Not that you can say anything, Weasel."

Ron stood quickly, his face faring as red as his hair. He balled his hands into fists and opened his mouth to say something. before he could, Harry interrupted.

"Ron! Earlier you were saying something about me? About me being the reincarnation of some guy?"

Ron turned to Harry, his beef with Draco shortly forgotten. "Not just some guy! The Great Merlin! The greatest wizard who ever existed! He practically changed all of Hogwarts! He's a fucking legend! And you, Harry" His eyes glazed with awe. "You're his reincarnation."

Harry looked unconvinced. "How can I be the reincarnation of someone so great? I spend most of my time sleeping with animals in the forest. Hell, I can't even save someone without fucking it up. I'm the King of Fuck Ups!"

Draco snorted. King of Fuck Ups, indeed. If it wasn't for me, he would walk around in his night wear. I'm surprised he's lived so long without me around.

"Well, it has to be true! You look just like him. I'm surprised Dumbledore-he's the mayor-hasn't came and took you away. I mean, there has to some way to show you just how much you look like him. Maybe a painting or something."

Suddenly, Hermione gasped then flushed as three pairs of eyes turned towards her. "Oh!"

"What is it Hermone?" Harry asked her gently.

She turned to Harry and her flush deepened. "Oh...well-its nothing really. But, um...well we could go to Flourish & Blotts...The bookstore? I'm sure if this so called Merlin is as famous as you say then there should be plenty of information on him."

Ron jumped up in excitement. "Yeah! We should go now, Harry! I swear you look just like him."

Harry smiled thinly at the annoying Weasel; his exhaustion showing through. "That sounds like a great idea, Ron. But could we go in the morning? I still have to wrap my mind around...all this." He said, waving his hand around.

Hermione immediately jumped up, grabbing Ron's hand and dragging him to the door with her demon strength. "Of course, Harry. Me and Ron will just go now and check out a room. You two get a lot of sleep, now!" She yelled over her shoulder before slamming the door with a well aimed kick.

Harry collapsed into a chair, sitting atop a small mound of clothes. He heaved a huge sigh and slumped forward; as if he carried the whole world on his shoulders. His head drooped tiredly and he rested his arms on his knees, letting his hands dangle loosely between his legs.

Draco walked up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. Harry immediately sat up and rested his hand on top of Draco's. "I don't know what to do, Dray. To suddenly find this all out all of a sudden...My head feels as if it is about to burst."

Draco put his unoccupied hand on Harry's other shoulder and began to knead the muscles there; easing the tense man into a relaxed state. "There's not much you can do about it, Harry. Either you look like Merlin and could possibly be his reincarnation...Or you could look nothing like him and have absolutely no connection to the man...Or any possibility, Harry. You never know and can do nothing to prepare for it till it happens." His once soft voice suddenly developed a smirking tone. "So suck it up and be glad for something once in your life, you miserable git."

Beneath his fingers, Draco felt Harry's chuckle rumble through his body; making Draco shiver slightly. The darker haired man then tilted his head back to look at Draco through half-lidded eyes. Draco swallowed slightly, looking at the larger man's plump, red lips. Said lips turned into a knowing smirk and suddenly a hand shot up to wind in Draco's hair; pulling him down to crash into Harry's lips in a bruising kiss.

Apples flooded Draco's mouth as he parted his lips to allow Harry's sinfully wonderful tongue into it. He moaned and released Harry's shoulders to turn his body and straddle the brunette's lap. He gave a soft gasp as he felt Harry's...gifted...erection rub against his stomach. He shifted slightly to align his own throbbing cock against Harry's and thrust forwards.

Under him, Harry moaned then growled harshly, tearing his lips from Draco's to litter his jaw with small bites and licks. He kissed up to Dracos ear and from there nibble on the blond's ear lobe. "Dray, let's take this to the bed, no?"

Hearing his darker haired companion's voice filled with such lust, such want, such need...Draco had no choice but nod and scramble off Harry's lap. He then yanked the smirking man to his feet from his waistline and dragged him to the bed.

Suddenly, Draco stopped and gave a low growl. Damn Harry and his untidiness! The bed was littered with clothes and odd things that left Draco mumbling in anger. He flicked his wrist, and with a burst of power, the clothes flew from the bed and landed in a neat pile on the floor; left there to be later cleaned when neither man was...occupied.

Satisfied, Draco turned into Harry and pulled the man on atop him on the bed. He wrapped his long legs around Harry's waist and his arms around his neck; pulling him down into another kiss. Harry shamelessly rutted Draco into the bed, almost desperate for relief.

Before reaching completion, Draco stopped Harry and looked him in the eye. "Harry..." he hesitated. "I...want to do something different before we come..."

Harry only raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

Draco bit his lip. He wanted to do this so bad. To have Harry enter him as he heard from the gay elves back home...

What? You thought the smut fest would begin already? PSH! No way, its to early. I LOVE leaving a good cliff hanger on the verge of sex... MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
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