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Chapter Six: Just A Kiss
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“And this,” Draco stated with inflated confidence, “allows the car to fly should you find yourself so inclined.”
“A flying car. Really?” Harry asked with disbelief.
Draco’s eyes danced with pride. “The best money can buy.”
“Oh,” Harry breathed as he peered at the car, feeling the subtle hum of enchantment. “That’s quite…elaborate. I really don’t need all of this, Draco.”
“It took close to a week to add most of the functions,” Draco went on, ignoring Harry’s discomfort. “The wizard enchanting it took his bloody time; even said the car was a model he was unfamiliar with.” Draco continued on while Harry watched the soft twitches and movement along the perfect lines of the wizard’s face.
It felt like Draco was relaxing a bit in his company as the day went on. They had been driving for an hour and that was the third time Draco had cursed. Harry had noticed the shift earlier when Draco attempted to show Harry just what had been done to the car.
A few functions were rather handy, but Harry truly believed that most were just outright useless. Like the massage mode; that was bloody outlandish. Draco had been so excited about it though, Harry had to appear to really enjoy it.
While the car had vibrated like some sort of earthquake, Draco had peered over at Harry with a mischievous grin exclaiming, “Bloody brilliant, isn’t it?” And having been taken by surprise by the purely innocent smile Draco had given way to, Harry could only nod in agreement despite his body and head thinking quite the opposite.
They finally stopped for a bit in Claremorris. Draco had been so absorbed in his speech about the reason behind his choosing each and every function that he had barely complained the entire drive. It was sort of nice how Draco could prattle on without realizing it—rather skillfully.
Harry had been caught a time or two staring at the blonde wizard’s face as it transformed from one expression to another as if a collage of emotion was being displayed at leisure speed. However, mostly, Draco remained with a boastful sort of smirk hanging on the side of his mouth—as if moments from smiling but never truly allowing himself. It was all rather enchanting.
Harry pulled into a small parking area along the street, deciding it best to eat their lunch before continuing to Galway. He had book a couple rooms at one of the hotels there; so as soon as they arrived, they would need to check-in and settled a few things before meeting with his acquaintance.
Claremorris had a collection of shops and eateries along one street, so Harry decided to walk the short distance and take a breather as he did. Draco seemed less inclined. Actually, after they had gotten out of the car, Draco had did a twice over before looking at Harry with bemusement.
“Is this it?”
Harry glanced over to him. “Is this what?”
“Galway?” Draco inquired, looking about before once more at Harry. “It is much smaller than I imagined.”
Harry chuckled softly. “No, this is Claremorris. I figured you would be hungry. We still have another hour until we get to Galway.”
“Hm,” Draco mused as he followed Harry into a small restaurant. “Are all the towns in Ireland so small?”
“I thought you’ve been here on business?”
Draco stiffened at the accusation before returning to his usual aloof demeanor. “I have. I do not travel around this dismal place in such a way, however. Most of my business is in the larger cities.”
“Well, I guess that makes sense,” Harry stated absently before turning towards Draco with a small smile. “You traveled to my small town though which is about twenty kilometers from Sligo…for books was it?”
Draco’s pale face flushed just slightly under his eyes. “That was different, Potter!”
“Harry,” he corrected with a wry grin. “And was it? Seemed like you were sightseeing to me.”
“I was merely bored,” Draco explained in a desperate attempt to redeem himself. “There was time in between appointments, so I merely visited the bookshop out of curiosity. Nothing more.”
“You had other appointments? But…” Harry thought back. Draco had never mentioned another appointment and had stayed with him several days after finding that he could use him as blackmail. “You stayed with me for several days and never mentioned any other appointment nor did you leave my side.”
Draco’s eyes widened slightly, jaw working, before he turned away and acknowledged their surroundings with interest. “Must all the places you take me to dine be so run down?”
Harry wouldn’t be deceived though. “Now that I think of it. There is a much larger shop just right in Sligo with a much better selection. How did you come to finding my little shop? Not many would have told you, so it would be presumable that you would have to lower yourself to speaking with many muggles.”
His brain was working, attempting to puzzle together how Draco could have possibly and randomly chosen Harry’s bookshop. It was rather odd that in six years, no one from that life he had run away from had come even close to finding him. How was it then that Draco Malfoy on chance found him?
Draco looked awestricken—incapable of denying it further. Harry wanted to strike some sort of victory pose, but he instead put all of his emotion into his body and face; he would not let Draco weasel his way out of this one. Something didn’t make sense, and Harry would get to the bottom of it.
Draco seemed to comprehend that Harry would be unmovable on the issue, so as if a balloon releasing its air, he deflated: shoulders slumping, eyes dropping, and hand cradling his chin in silent contemplation on how to explain it further.
“There was a rumor,” Draco started, fixing his eyes once more on Harry.
“A rumor?”
“That you were not dead; actually, quite the opposite. You were thriving,” Draco stated noncommittally. “Purely out of curiosity, I investigated the matter.”
Harry’s face drew down in contemplation. “There was a rumor. Where? From whom?”
“No one in particular. It had been featured in the Daily Prophet,” Draco stated nonchalantly, appearing to be suddenly very interested in his cuticles. “Although, there was really no basis for the article, it had seemed there might be a source. An acquaintance of mine in the Irish government had stated that there may be a person matching your description when I delved further. It had seemed rather outlandish to think that Harry Potter would be living a muggle life; but I was in town, so I had decided it was at least worth the look.”
“So…how did you find me at the bookshop then?”
“An old man who smelt heavily of alcohol and filth mentioned you in passing,” Draco stated coolly. “He mentioned another with an accent similar to my own and told me where to find you.”
Probably Old Tom O’Flannigan. That man had an odd obsession with accents—and Harry for that matter. He wanted to grumble a bit about it, but he was more curious by Draco’s interest in finding him. Harry wasn’t daft. He knew that Draco was making it seem as though he had very little interest when Harry knew better.
“So then you found me?”
“Yes,” Draco answered simply.
“And then decided you would blackmail me to help find a book you were looking for?”
Draco’s mask dropped and guilt resurfaced where confidence and nonchalance had once been. “I…yes.”
“But I’m curious,” Harry went on, ignoring the pang in his chest. “Why search for someone you hate? Were you hoping to get leverage on me? Vengeance?”
Draco’s eyes darkened and face went sour at Harry’s accusation. “I might be horrid, Potter, but I would never seek vengeance of the one person who freed my family from that snake of a man.”
The expression on Draco’s face and whipping of his magic through the air at the heightened emotions caused a small quake to take hold of Harry’s body. He suddenly felt very guilty for accusing Draco, even though it was understandable to assume as much.
Their relationship at Hogwarts, while not as horrid the final year as all the years before it, was hardly one that he would every believe could develop into camaraderie—let alone a serious friendship. So while he had every reason to assume that it wasn’t beneath the Slytherin, he felt guilty for posing it so openly after everything that had transpired between them.
“Sorry,” Harry finally apologized. “I realize that was said in bad taste. I know you’ve made efforts towards amity between us and that sort of accusation is unfounded.”
Draco relaxed back into his chair. “No, it is understandable you would presume as much. While I cannot deny that there was considerable ill feeling towards your person when I started this venture, none of it was done out of vengeance.”
That had been the most honest the other wizard had been up until that point, and Harry appreciated the great efforts Draco was making towards keeping the amity between them. He smiled brightly and nodded his understanding before their food arrived, and the conversation faded away.
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They arrived at the hotel in Galway central just shortly after two, having no other uncomfortable conversations along the way. While Draco had, true to his nature, complained about the endless driving and dribble of cities with very little to offer along the way, it had been a pleasant venture—much more pleasant their first attempt.
Harry checked in at the front when he was suddenly struck by the appearance of another he never hoped to see.
“Rita Skeeter,” Harry breathed. “Shite.”
He turned towards the receptionist quickly as Draco eased around him, heading for the reporter and leading her away from Harry. The receptionist took his payment before handing him the key cards, and he rushed off, hoping that Skeeter had come alone.
He heard her surprised cry in the distance. “Draco Malfoy, what a surprise to see you here! Are you here on business? Or…is it pleasure?”
Harry didn’t wait to hear what Draco’s reply would be and waited, hiding himself so that he would be out of sight.
After nearly fifteen minutes, Draco came and found him, straining a smile before tossing Harry an exasperated look. “That witch is bloody persistent.”
“Shite,” Harry cursed before taking his mobile from his pocket. Draco stalled him with a hand. “What?”
“Allow me to sort out the details,” Draco stated coolly before heading towards the desk after taking the key cards from Harry’s hand. When he returned, he had a singular card in his hand and motioned for the elevator. “Shall we?”
Harry’s eyebrow rose in question but followed anyway. They headed up to the second floor, the loud ding of the elevator alerting them, before heading down the corridor.
“Are you planning to stay? I think I should probably go elsewhere,” Harry mumbled more to himself.
Draco smirked at him knowingly before stopping at a door and inserting the key card. The room was much more spacious than what Harry had booked for himself. He followed the other wizard inside and noticed that there was a large receiving room before another door led to the bedroom and large, expansive lavatory.
“A suite?”
“Another benefit to our friendship,” Draco stated boastfully. “That horrid woman knows I will be staying here; she will presumably do her snooping into my affairs now that I am here. As it is too sudden to check-out or receive assistance, we will stay in this room for a day before seeking another to stay.”
Harry realized what Draco was insinuating. “Together?”
“Yes.”
Harry slouched in defeat. His hormones were already difficult to manage. The very idea of sharing a room like this—possibly a bed—made Harry’s pulse race unlike it had any other time before this. No. He couldn’t possibly handle this in his current state.
“I am sure I can sneak away later and find a place to stay,” Harry thought out loud. “I can meet you tomorrow after you have effectively deceived Skeeter.”
“As clever as you may think that notion, you have no potions to hide your identity; and while we had been fortunate earlier that she did not recognize you, she will no doubt be looking as to why I am in Galway.”
“Why?” Harry thought it a little odd that Skeeter would be tailing Draco.
Draco breathed out his frustration. “She has been recently investigating my activity. The week away was not only in an effort to upgrade your car, Harry. I was thwarting the media’s attention on my person. It would seem that there was a leak of information about my staying here. They believe I have…taken a lover.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “What?”
“My attraction for wizards is no longer a secret,” Draco drawled simply, “and many of the current media interest is to find my current and past lovers.”
“Fuck,” Harry breathed.
“My sentiments exactly,” Draco concurred. “So, until tomorrow, I am afraid that we will need to remain in this suite.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry asked reproachfully.
Draco smirked without amusement. “I did. You were uninterested in the reason behind my absence for the week that I was away.”
“Oh,” Harry gasped, realizing that must have been why Draco was so persistent about the issue. “So you were dealing with reporters?”
“Yes.”
“So, if you knew they would follow you to Ireland, why did you come?” Harry inquired angrily. “You led them right to me.”
“I was careful, Potter,” Draco growled. “I am still rather perplexed myself on how Rita Skeeter managed to find my location. Although, she seems to have believed I was in Galway rather than Sligo. Regardless, it hardly matters anymore. We will need to be especially careful.”
“Maybe it would be better to head back to Sligo,” Harry wondered as he took a seat in an armchair.
Draco’s face hardened. “Absolutely not. I rode the entire way here in that infernal motor vehicle, so we will be doing exactly what we have come for. I am a constant source of gossip, Harry,” Draco stated arrogantly while referring once more to Harry intimately. “I am quite capable of taking care of Skeeter.”
“But—“
“We will do what we have come to do,” Draco interjected firmly, “and then, and only then, will we return to Sligo. I have business that will take me away in a few days’ time, so I will be unable to reschedule another trip—even if I was so inclined to which I am not.”
Harry heaved a great sigh, feeling that he was really just pushing an issue that wouldn’t budge. “Fine. You know, I can do most of this myself. There really is no need for you to force yourself to come along.”
“And miss out on the opportunity to cause you discomfort by my mere presence,” Draco taunted with another smirk. “I think not.”
“You’re a right bastard,” Harry returned with his own smile. “I guess since you got us into this mess, it’s probably best that I let you get us out of it.”
“See, now you are using that head of yours,” Draco retorted. “And here I thought it was merely a very large, unseemly decoration for your shoulders.”
“You’ve been getting away with insulting me for some time now,” Harry started as he rose from the chair and came at the other. “Best to teach you why you should keep that pretty mouth of yours shut…”
Harry went to grab at Draco who easily side-stepped out of the way, and instead wrapped around Harry, pushing him firmly into the wall. “Oh, Harry, you think I have a pretty mouth?” the other wizard taunted before releasing Harry. “Your reflexes are lacking greatly. Living as a muggle as made you weak.”
“Bastard,” Harry growled but couldn’t help the small smile. “I could easily beat you in a duel, any day.”
“I doubt that seriously,” Draco retorted with an amused smirk.
Harry righted his shirt that had ridden up in their skirmish. “So I’m stuck with you for an entire day…in here? If you weren’t a bloody flirt, I could be out there seeing the sights.”
Draco sneered, but his eyes glinted with amusement. “Just because I am desirable by most does not make me a flirt, Potter.”
“Are you sure about that? Throw themselves at you, do they?”
Draco smiled brilliantly, startling Harry momentarily before answering. “While I will not deny the fact that I am well sought after, I have particular tastes and do not simply bugger anyone that will have me.”
“How modest of you,” Harry retorted sarcastically before taking a seat and turning on the telly.
Actually, his body reacted to every word, every confident movement that Draco made. His chest hurt, stomach twisted, and skin crawled as Draco talked so openly about sex. It was clear that Draco was much, much more experienced than Harry—hardly hard to be when Harry was a virgin—but it made his chest feel tight when he thought about it.
Despite not wanting to know the details, he was curious—hurting himself further by taunting Draco to reveal the nature of his conquests. He didn’t want to know. The fact that Draco had been with others—probably many others—hurt so much it felt like his heart would give out.
Harry focused on the television, feeling the prickle of tears as he did. Bloody hell. He was starting to act like some love-sick witch.
*
Draco had set up a make-shift potion-brewing station right there in their suite. He had mentioned that since they would be forced to stay inside all day, there were a few potions in need of brewing, so he set out to do just that.
Harry, on the other hand, watched with rapture as Draco flowed over the table he had transformed, chopping, dicing, mincing the ingredients and with practiced ease, added them to his cauldron. The smells were less than enticing, but the very visage of this blonde wizard doing his chosen craft was alarmingly arousing.
Harry shifted in his seat, suddenly wishing he had brought some sort of novel to read. To be honest, he was sure that they wouldn’t need to be in Galway for long, so he hadn’t packed much in line of entertainment.
Deciding that food would be a good distraction from his wandering eyes, Harry picked up the receiver and ordered to eat in. When the food arrived, Harry took care to make the activity his sole focus. Draco had remained near his cauldron, only looking over once when the food had arrived.
“You should eat something,” Harry called out when he finished.
Draco sighed deeply. “I will once I am finished with the initial brew.”
Harry’s eyes traveled the long line of the other wizard’s back, noting the strained muscle shifting in Draco’s shoulder blades. He never imagined that Draco would look so…muscular. It was alarming actually how the once skinny build of his former nemesis had transformed into this sinewy, wiry build that suited only the most athletic wizards.
While Draco needed to hone some of his confidence in, it was undeniable that the other wizard was desirable.
Harry looked down at his much smaller build. While he wasn’t entirely devoid of muscle tone, most of his was softened as opposed to the hard lines and definition that Draco harbored. No matter how much he worked the muscle to tone it, his body simply stayed this same softly toned physique.
Still, he wondered what Draco would feel like if he were to run his hands down the bare naked flesh of his body. Would it feel hard? Silky? Soft?
Harry nearly groaned as his thoughts once more went wayward. Being in this room, alone, with nothing else to occupy his thought wasn’t helping him at all. If anything, his mind was running rampant with impure thoughts—thoughts that one should never have for a friend.
Harry wasn’t attractive like Draco. He wasn’t even in the same realm when it came to attraction. Aside from the fact that he was not only inexperienced with men, but inexperienced with sex all together made him even more unattractive to someone like Draco that was probably used to having the very best.
Lovers. Was Draco originally here because of a lover? Harry wondered. However, those thoughts were making the tightness return to his chest, and his stomach harden causing a very queasy feeling to grow.
Swallowing around the building lump in his throat, Harry focused on the television, hoping to find something that may, even just momentarily, take him away from his own thoughts.
*
Harry had been watching an array of shows for distraction, and finally, it was time to sleep. Turning off the television, Harry began to transform the armchair, lengthening and widening it enough to sleep on before retrieving his usual bedtime things.
“What are you doing?”
Harry looked up from his suitcase. “I thought I’d head to bed. Why?”
“But why there?” Draco asked while pointing to the transformed chair.
Harry regarded him with a confused look. “Well, seeing as this is your suite, I thought it only fair to give you the bed. Besides, you have been sleeping on my sofa for some time now. I think you deserve to sleep on the bed at least while we’re in Galway.”
Draco watched him before shaking his head. “Take the bed, Harry. Due to circumstances surrounding myself, we are in this predicament.”
That was very kind of Draco—also, very unlike the other wizard—but Harry refused with a shake of his head. “No, thanks. You take it.”
He heard the frustrated growl as he headed for the bathroom. When he resurfaced to head towards the armchair-bed, he was grabbed by the arm and thrown down onto the true bed in the suite.
“We will share it then,” Draco stated evenly as he immediately threw off his shirt, leaving him only in a set of comfortable trousers.
Harry’s eyes nearly came from the sockets as the other wizard easily pushed him to one side and then proceeded to lay down beside him.
Draco regarded him with a look. “Look, I’ve said this before, but I will say it again. I will not attack you, especially in your sleep.”
“I know,” Harry rasped, pulling away as far as he could go without being off the bed. “I’m not your type. I…just—uh—I’m not used to this sort of thing.”
“Sleeping with a man?” Draco offered with an amused smirk.
Harry rolled his eyes. “With anyone, you prat.” Draco’s eyebrow lifted. “I’ve never slept with anyone before.”
“Am I correct to assume that you mean that in a sexual way?” There was no hiding the interest now set on the other wizard’s face. “What about Ginny Weasley…or Cho Chang? Were you not at some point involved with them?”
“Well,” Harry started a bit uncomfortable with the topic but finding he couldn’t help answering. “I mean, I’ve kissed them…”
Draco seemed to understand what Harry was having trouble saying. “You are a virgin then?”
Heat crept into Harry’s cheeks as he desperately tried to answer without stuttering. “Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
Harry looked at Draco in perplexity. “Like what?”
“Snogging them.”
Harry swallowed roughly. If he was honest, it may mean acknowledging what he was already starting to discover about himself. However, there was a worry that he would be condemned for it, or even discovered by the very source of this newfound part of himself. Harry was hesitating for too long before Draco eased forward.
“Did you like kissing them?” he inquired again.
Harry worried his voice would crack, so instead, he shook his head.
“Have you ever kissed a wizard, Harry?”
His heart was nearly crashing into his chest as he watched Draco, chest exposed and within perfect distance for touching. Licking his lips, Harry shook his head again.
Never would you think that a man, supposedly twenty-four years of age, would be acting in such a way. However, he couldn’t help it. The mere situation he now found himself was frightening. Why did Draco ask? What were his intentions once knowing?
It all swirled through him as his pulse raced, throbbing and pounding painfully in his ears. His hands grew clammy, twitching against his thighs as he laid stiffly facing Draco. Heat suffused his body like a hot iron, growing more intensely as time ticked by.
Draco watched him silently, eyes traveling his face as if in search of something. Finally, those perfect lips opened, asking, imploring him sweetly with the words Harry was almost afraid to hear. “Would you like to try it?”
Harry’s eyes closed as the words ran through him, coiling and spiraling inside his head like a great tornado.
Merlin. He wanted to. Just to lean forward, taste those lips and discover what he had most desired to know these weeks they had been together. Would they yield softly against him, or would the press firmly, dominatingly into his, deriving pleasure no other had done before?
Harry didn’t know. Didn’t know if he wanted to know. If he tried this, would it solidify these growing feelings inside him to the point where he could no longer pretend?
Harry’s eyes opened to those regarding him in interest. The blue-gray was blown out almost entirely by Draco’s pupils. What did it mean? Harry remembered reading about the pupils somewhere but couldn’t seem to remember when he most needed to.
Draco eased forward, leaving their faces inches apart. “Did you want to try it, Harry?” the other wizard whispered huskily.
Harry was finding it hard to breathe as he thought about the consequences to both sides of answering. “I-I’m not sure,” he finally answered breathlessly. “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he added with his eyes cast down.
“It’s just a kiss, Harry,” Draco stated evenly. “Nothing you need to worry needlessly over. If you do not like it, then we will stop.” Harry felt the soft touch of a hand to his shoulder, causing him to jerk beneath the suddenness of the touch. “Consider it an experiment.”
Harry pulled away from the touch and fixed his gaze on the other. “I can’t just pretend a kiss is nothing. I’m not like that. I’ve spent years not doing anything at all to disregard a kiss as nothing.” He suddenly felt offended and turned around, facing away from Draco. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
“Harry,” the other voice whispered.
“Don’t,” Harry whispered back, worried he might start crying if Draco persisted. “Let’s just forget we ever had this conversation.”
“It was not my intention to offend you,” Draco persisted.
Harry bit his lower lip, disgusted with the prickle of tears at the side of his eyes. “I know,” he managed. “Let’s just go to sleep,” he continued desperately. “Please,” he finally got out as a tears streamed hotly from his eyes.
Draco may think a kiss was nothing, but Harry didn’t. He had seriously wanted to kiss the other wizard, but where would that get him? What answer could he hope to discover that wouldn’t disintegrate his already weakened resolve?
If he kissed Draco now, he would surely be heartbroken by it.
After minutes of tears, Harry finally succumbed to sleep.
TBC…
So first, I would like to say thank you so much to those of you who have continued to offer feedback every chapter. I write fast when I think others are enjoying it. Seeing your reviews definitely helps get the chapters done faster. Secondly, this chapter surprised me to…my characters write themselves sometimes so that’s how you got this chapter. Until next time!!
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