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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

Summary: When the son of a billionaire takes an interest in a local star,
will their relationship be doomed to fail even before it begins?

Notes: Far be it for me to keep you from reading the ever awaited bathroom
scene, I just wanted to say thank you for the reviews and I hope you enjoy. :)

Chapter 7

It had been, quite literally, years since Draco had been in a bar, or
building even, that wasn�t on Hogsmeade�s A-list in society. In his misspent
youth, he�d traveled from club to club, designer store to designer store for his
needs, all the while setting the trend for what was popular. After all, Draco
was a Malfoy and since Lucius Malfoy owned half the city, all it�s
newspapers and quite a few of it�s bank chains, well--Draco could easily sway
the general public. All he had to do was put in a quiet word to one gossip
mongrel about how he wasn�t going to that club or store anymore and the
word spread like wildfire, whatever it was would soon be out of business.

Another reason why most business owners q lit literally catered to Draco�s
every need; no matter how wild or outlandish it was. Draco made the
place. Even after an entire year of reforming himself into a respectable
force to be reckoned with, the trend followed him. Young elite men and women
were trying their best to follow in Draco�s footsteps, leaving black leather and
mesh behind, something that he had favored during those years, in favor of
tailored slacks and business suits. It was amusing in a irritating kind of way.
At least, to Draco.

But now, the blonde had to wonder if all those clubs, stores and restaurants
all had the wrong idea. Maybe catering just to the elite customers was the wrong
thing to do. Maybe, just maybe, it should be the customers catering to the place
with the workers catering to every customer.

�Impressed?� A warmly pleased voice curled into his ear, the distinct feel of
his companions body heat slamming ints als already warmed back. Draco swallowed
a moan, nodding slowly as he reached up to pull of his sun-glasses.

The rich homely interior of The Leaky Cauldron wasn�t at all what the blonde
had expected. Deeply rich mahogany glistened somewhat in the dim lighting; brass
buttons and soft down leather covered bar stools, booth seats, and individual
chairs. Aged wood made the makings of a breath taking display as the pieces ran
together in the floor, an odd light and dark pattern there after years of wear.

Booths lined the far side of the room, only separated with a partition of
wood and blown glass with tables snugly fit into each alcove. Practical supple
wood tables were scattered here and there in the in-between, single vintage
italian-style candles shinned in the middle, wax dripping down the bottle sides;
four sturdy chairs were pushed by each side. In the back, the blonde could just
make out another alcove, almost completely obscured, that he could only guess
held a pool table and, more than likely, a dart board.

But all this paled in comparison to the bar. The bar that was closest to
Draco that even now made him want to saddle down, order a drink and just --
relax. Set into the wall closest to the door, it�s worn top still glistened and
it�s brass railing made his finger�s want to run over the smooth surface. Just
behind there were the old spickets for ale and behind that, an inset held a
variety of bottles. An aged mirror, one that had to be more th hun hundred years
old, ran along it�s length with soft lighting surrounding it.

Draco was in awe. He�d never seen the like of this. He would have thought he
had stepped back in time if it wasn�t for the modern dressed patrons scattered
around and the warm tantalizing presence behind him, that he, even now, was
acutely aware of.

A warm chuckled sent vibrations of pleasure down his spine. �I�ll take that
as a yes.�

Draco turned, folding and clipping his sunglasses into the front of button
down to hang as he looked at the other boy with wide silver eyes. Harry�s face
shinned with quiet amusement, emerald eyes sparkling with pleasure. He looked
like a god.

�This is--� Draco trailed. He wasn�t exactly sure what to call this. Sure, it
wasn�t one of the places he would usually pick but it was utterly charming,
reminding him of a bistro he had once been to while traveling across Europe. The
place had an old world charm, something that Draco, secretly, held very close to
his heart.

The raven haired boy chuckled again, a pleased smile crossing his lips that
went straight to the blonde�s libido, which hadn�t cooled at all during his
inspection. �I told you. I love this place.� Harry grinned impishly. �It feels
like home.�

Draco nodded. Yes, it did. It felt even more like home than his mansion did,
which now seemed so cold, large and uninviting compared to this warm nook. How
could hpectpect to drag Harry to that place? The boy deserved to feel
comfortable and at ease, something which Draco wasn�t sure he�d feel in the
large Malfoy ancestral home.

Draco flexed his fingers. �There�s nothing you can do about it now. And,
anyway, if you�re worried about it, just take him to the penthouse.� A voice
spoke up in the back of his mind, reminding him almost painfully that all he
wanted to do was get this boy somewhere remotely private so he could fuck him
into oblivion and suck him dry.

�So,� he began, hesitating briefly as he licked his lips. Harry�s impish
smile was still in place and it was slowly undoing him. He could feel himself
twitching spastically in his khakis. Fuck, he was going to explode.

�So.� Harry repeated teasingly, head cocking to the side as he rested his
hands lightly on his hips. � I believe I said something about getting you a cold
drink, hm?�

Draco opened his mouth, the words �I�d much rather you cool me off� on
his tongue before he forced them back, smiling beatifically. �I believe you
mentioned something to that effect, yes.�

Harry grinned, bouncing on his heels.

�Wouldn�t want to disappoint you then, city-boy. C�mon.� He said, pressing so
close to Draco�s side the blonde could smell the sweet scent of sweat, musk and
something uniquely Harry as he brushed by.

Draco groaned silently. His cock felt like it was on fire and if he got any
harder he was sure it would rip through the seam in his pants. �Merlin, have
mercy, please let there be a private bathroom around here.� He pleaded.

Turning again, he followed the boy silently, his gait slightly stiffened. The
khaki from his jeans was like an almost pleasurable torture as it rubbed against
him with each step. It didn�t help his condition at all that Harry�s tee-shirt
had somehow hiked up his back and showed a delicious expansion of tanned skin
pulled over a feline spine. Fuck.

Harry threw a smile over his shoulder at him as he reached the bar side.
�Want anything in particular?�

Draco felt a surprisingly genuine smile curve his lips in return. Not that it
was surprising since, it seemed, not only was Harry turning him into a
perpetually walking hard on but also, a genuine one at that. Hoping his voice
wasn�t to husky, he replied. �Anything, really. Just nothing fruity.�

He crinkled his nose at the thought. The last time he had let someone coerce
him into a drink, the girl--whatever her name was, he couldn�t remember--had
brought him back a lime green drink with bobbing fruit in it. Not so bad,
really, until you took the first sip of it. Laced with so much alcohol it had
left Draco with so much of a hang over that it had turned him off of fruity
drinks for quite some time.

Harry laughed. �Nothing fruity, check.� He turned back to the bartender, a
gnarled gray-haired old man that had appeared sometime during the question and
answer and leaned forward revealing even more of that curving spine and lush
skin.

Draco shifted, clamping his thighs together to stave off the orgasm that was
beckoning. Fuck, he needed the bathroom and he needed it now. He cleared his
throat, flashing a smile as Harry turned back to him.

�Bathroom?�

Harry laughed softly again, a smile creasing his lips. �That way.� He said
pointing towards the back. �First door on the left.�

Draco nodded, giving a smile of thanks as he turned and hurried past the few
patrons that were looking at him curiously. He could feel their eyes on him as
he tried to calmly walk towards the bathroom while keeping a cool smile on his
face. It really wasn�t working. All he could see was the golden skin of Harry�s
back sweat flushed.

Was that what it would look like with Harry on all fours before him, back
arching as Draco pounded into him?

The blonde swallowed, hurrying his steps. He could see, just beyond the
alcove that held the pool table and darts, as he had predicted, a narrow
hallway. There was no sign outside the door that labeled it as the bathroom but
that�s what it quite obviously was since one man strolled out of it casually,
running a comb through his hair.

Draco glanced over his shoulder, Harry was sitting on a bar stool, speaking
quietly to the bartender. As if feeling the blonde�s eyes on him, Harry�s eyes
shifted to his and he a t a tiny smile, a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

Draco bolted into the bathroom, all but slamming the door behind him.
Dropping the lock into place, the blonde slumped against the worn door. Sweet
fucking Merlin!

Letting his eyelids droop, Draco moaned quietly, images of his hands on that
skin dancing behind his lids. He mouth watered. God, all the ways he could suck,
nip and mar that skin with marks that showed that Harry was his and
his alone.

Groaning, Draco hastily dropped his hands to his khakis, unbuttoning and
unzipping them before he could even draw in a complete breath. Pushing down the
fabric, Draco shoved a hand into the silk green fabric of his bikini underwear
and squeezed himself fiercely to push away the orgasm that was threatening. He
groaned again in protest, biting his lower lip.

Already there was a wet spot on his silk underwear, he couldn�t afford to
have himself come in his pants. Pulling his hand shakily from inside the fabric,
Draco slowly pushed it down his thighs till it hung around his knees with his
pants. Lifting his hands and letting his head fall back against the door, he
closed his eyes and ran his fingers over his toned stomach, till the fabric of
his shirt was pushed beneath his arms, snugly out of the wall.

Opening his eyes, Draco tilted his head forward, eyes lighting on his own
problem. Aching red and bobbing free in the air, his erection stood proudly in a
tuft of wiry dirty blonde curls. He groaned. Fucking hell.

Bracing his feet apart, the blonde let one hand trail down his chest,
tweaking a nipple before sliding down the planes of his stomach. If only Harry
was doing this to him. If only Harry was here, on his knees, grinning saucily up
at him as he leaned forward to lick and suck on him.

A soft keening noise came from deep within his throat. Pressing his other
hand flush against his chest just over one of his nipples, he rubbed, hesitating
briefly to tug at the blonde curls around his cock. He hissed.

He tugged again, moaning. Thank god the door was made of thick wood or
otherwise those people outside were going to hear quite a show. Tangling his
fingers into the hair, Draco sighed as his hand finally wrapped around his
straining erection.

�Fuck.� Draco hissed, squeezing his eyes closed as he tightened his hold. He
could just see Harry now, beautiful angelic face misted over with pleasure as
Draco did what he was doing now to himself to the him. What would he sound like?
Would he be quiet? Loud?

�Harry...� The blonde moaned, starting to pump his hand slowly. His cock
twitched and jumped within his hand. How he wished he could spend more time here
but he didn�t have the luxury. The fantasy come reality angel was outside
waiting for him.

Opening his eyes and training them on his hands. He speed his pace, eyes
misting over with images of Harry on the floor rontront of him, mouth wrapped
around his dick; Harry�s body flushed, face twisting as Draco pumped him, licked
him. Harry leaning against the pillows on his bed, playing with himself. Harry
on all fours, ass in the air, waiting for Draco to pound him. Harry spread out
beneath him, legs wrapped around Draco�s waist as he fucked him hard and fast.
Harry, Harry, Harry...

Draco stuffed a fist into his mouth, a strangled scream escaping from his
throat as he felt his balls draw up, he�d been waiting so long, he wasn�t going
to last long. He pumped faster, squeezing and releasing his erection as he felt
the familiar warmth spread in his balls, stomach and chest. His body jerked,
slapping quietly against the wooden door as warm jets of come streamed from his
weeping cock to splatter against the top of his things and abs.

�Harry.� Draco croaked, fal falling to his side as he squeezed the door knob
in his hands for support, head pressing back against the door. His hand on his
cock continued to squeeze and milk the last of his orgasm from him, come still
splattering against him. It seemed to go on forever.

�Ah.� He whimpered, his cock finally beginning to soften from the living
steel it had been moments ago. Sweat from his exertion began to cool as his back
pressed against the cool wood behind him as he lazily pumped his cock, once,
twice, three times till it was soft enough to let go.

He uncurled his fist, letting it drop to his side. Panting, he looked up at
the ceiling. Fuck, it had never been that good before. Never.

�And you haven�t even touched him yet...� He thought with a weak
chuckle. If it was one fourth as good, which o hao had no doubts it would
be, he might not live through it when he finally fucked the boy.

�God, I�ve got it bad.� He thought, pushing himself off the door and
shuffling forward carefully, minding not to trip over his pants or let his shirt
fall, towards the sink and toilet.

Reaching out to the roll of toilet paper, he quickly tore off a wad and began
wiping off his stomach and thighs. He gave another weak chuckle. At least now he
didn�t have to worry about embarrassing himself in front of the other boy.

Throwing the soiled tissue into the toilet, Draco leaned over and flushed
before leaning forward to turn on the faucet. Leaning over, Draco quickly washed
his hands, shaking them dry before reaching down to pull up his bikini underwear
and pants. His hissed as his over sensitized fleshed rubbed against the silk
before sighing. Buttoning and zipping himself, the blonde glanced at the mirror.

His cheeks had rosy spots of color and his mouth was open as he panted
softly; his hair was mused from pressing it again the door. God, he couldn�t go
out there looking like this. Lifting his arms and letting his shirt drop, Draco
leaned forward and splashed some water on his face and ran a wet hand over the
back of his neck.

He could already feel himself calming down, his racing heart was slowing to a
normal beat and the after-glow was relaxing his muscles in such a way that he
almost felt like his normal self. Almost.

Sighing, he stood up, using a wet hand to scrub his face and run through his
hair. There, he looked better. Switching off the faucet, he leaned forward to
snatch bro brown paper towels from off the back of the sink and patting his
face and hand dry.

Dropping those into the trash, he stepped back, one hand coming up to run
through his hair again. Straightening himself, he stared at his reflection. He
didn�t look half bad. The glowing flush his his skin seem softer and his eyes
stand out. He smiled.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the door. Time to get back to the angel
waiting for him.
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