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A Wayward Dragon In Little Whinging	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9030 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
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- 13-Ch 13
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Chapter Seven

I'm not sure how I got out of the car unsinged. Not sure how I did it without kissing him or tearing his clothes off and grinding him until he finally relented and admitted he likes me. Not sure how the hell I'm walking with my dick at half staff, trying very hard not to stare at his ass while his fingers again grasp lightly to my sleeve.
He's put his sunglasses on to block the interested stares sent his way. He likes shopping but the mall is tough on him. Lots of people, lots of noise and crowds. He's used to having a tailor and going to small, vastly expensive places that schedule him in on appointment so he doesn't have to fear being interrupted. I know because he keeps talking to me.
He's chatty when he's nervous. I don't mind. His mouth fights his ass for my attention. Neither are really safe options, but I'm trying my best.
“What about here?” He asks, stopping us in front of one of those preppy, overly cologned modern-men clothing stores. The outside is plastered with half dressed, probably not even legal boys with their pants hanging too low on their hips. Hey, if he wants to dress like that, I'm not going to complain. He might have to go somewhere else for a shirt, though, cus I'm not sure they sell any if I go by the pictures.
I let him drag me inside while I breathe determinedly through my mouth. It sounds like a fucking rave in the actual store. I'd hate to work in a place like this—It's like a war on all the senses. Except for the clothes. There are a lot of neutrals, the only thing really shocking about them being the price tag. Whatever. He's happy. The sales guy seems ecstatic to meet one of the models out of their own damn advertising.
“Don't forget shoes,” I remind him. I love his boots but he can't wear them around muggles. They're not even cow but some sort of dragon hide. He's such a spoiled little prat.
“What do you think?” I turn to find him holding up a shirt. They do apparently sell shirts.
“Err... nice?” I'm really not the person to be asking.
“Would you wear it?”
Ha. Button down, white base with blue and white stripes of plaid. “Even if I was able to wash the smell of this place out of it, I still wouldn't wear a collared shirt.”
He rolls his eyes and suddenly the shirt is being put on me like I didn't just say that it smells and has a collar, and yeah, it's white.
“It looks good on you.” Fine, it does when layered over my tee and not buttoned up. Still smells. Before I can say anything, he pulls it off me and throws it at the sales guy. “Three this style, different colors.”
“Malfoy...” He gives me a look like it's not my money he's spending on shit I'm never going to wear. Whatever. I'll return it later.
Fine. I'm lazy, I'll end up wearing it just to keep from doing laundry.
I slowly edge my way towards the doors of the store, hoping some fresh air might pipe its way in and he'll stop trying to dress me. I am not a project. I like my clothes. I like my jeans... Oh, but these are really cool jeans...
Malfoy is very good at spending my money. It's okay, I have plenty; still, it's impressive. I exchanged half a million to muggle money and put it in a bank because I've been thinking about getting a house eventually. Half a mil apparently doesn't scratch what's left in my parents' vault. I really don't get how rich people make so much money but they do seem good at spending it. I think my debit card smoked when the salesclerk ran it through the machine.
“Where to next?”
“Err, the car to put those packages away.”
“Ha, they're not going to fit, Potter. I'm having them delivered to your relatives' house. They'll be there before eight tonight.”
Hell, he's good. Can't work a coffee cup, but if it's rich enough, he figures it out. I check my watch. Which makes him want to buy a genuine muggle watch. One track mind, this kid. I let him drag me through the mall. He's never been here before either, but he seems to understand how things work better than I do.
While he's looking at watches, I stare blankly at the people walking by, letting my senses expand. It's important in places like this. The arcade, you can spot someone out of place pretty damn quick. In a mall, you get so many people from different walks of life, it's a lot easier to be surprised by someone magical. Shopping is not exclusive to muggles, as Malfoy's proven. I'm not expecting Death Eaters, or anything, but you never know when someone is going to recognize the 'Great Harry Potter,' say some shit to someone else and then have it known that I go to a certain place. Now that I have to watch his back too, I'm even more antsy.
There are a few magical signatures floating around. Malfoy's a beacon to me. I've zoomed in on him so many times at school, I can spot him out of a hundred other magical kids. The other two are weak, possibly squibs, they're that unimpressive. Still, I keep my senses on them, making sure I'm not anywhere they are.
I seek him out, figuring he'll probably need some cash sooner or later. It's him, after all. He's twitchy, some guy chatting him up that he's trying really hard to ignore as he stares determinedly at the watches. It's actually kind of funny seeing him around muggles. If he was with his own, he'd have no problem telling the guy to fuck off. But he's not, he's out of his element and he just doesn't know what's the right level of bitchy prat.
I walk up to him, hands in my pockets, trying not to smile at his look of relief and annoyance as he sees me. His sunglasses are on his forehead and he looks ridiculously hot. Can't blame the guy for trying. “Pick one yet?”
He shakes his head, glaring briefly to the right of him where the guy is still hovering, but now looking at me, sizing me up to see if I'm competition. Anyone ballsy enough to talk to a fine piece of ass like Malfoy is usually trouble.
“Why not? Nothing you like?”
Now Malfoy's glaring at me. I'm not helping him. He wants to be a big baby around the muggles, that's his problem. People are people and you got to deal with them the way you need to, or they're just going to make your life hell.
“I had some questions about a few of them. The materials they're made from. Durability. Apparently no one works in this store.”
Well the bitchy is making an appearance, but it's not at the right target just yet. “How 'bout you ask your friend? Maybe he knows something about watches.”
If Malfoy was allowed to use magic, he'd hex me for that. As it is, he might still punch me. I just smile as he glares daggers at me. “Let me go find a clerk. I'm sure someone will be able to help.” He growls as I walk away. I feel sorry for the guy that doesn't have the brains enough to leave.
It's a department store, so I go to the registers to have them call someone for assistance with the watches. By the time I get back, Malfoy's shadow is gone and he's pissed.
“Potter, that was fucking assholic of you! He was badgering me since I got here, asking me for some fucking numbers or something. Don't you ever abandon me around muggles again. I can't understand half of what they're even saying to me.”
Poor prat. It must be hard being hot, rich, and so fucking naïve. “Malfoy, you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. He was just asking you out. Next time, just tell him to fuck off.”
He pauses, blinking in surprise. “I can do that?”
“Of course you can. You're not going to be arrested for being an asshole. Everyone's an asshole around here.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You're an asshole.”
Yup, I'm still in trouble. Worth it to see him squirm. A salesclerk finally shows up, and Malfoy grills the girl, taking his anger out on her instead. I step back, letting him do his magic. By the time he's through he's found the most expensive watch and he's wearing it out, my debit card threatening to melt.

“Muggles are rude.”
“Some of them are.”
“All they do is stare. It's damn annoying.”
I shrug. “Everyone stares at me because of my scar. At least here no one looks at me.”
He huffs, glancing at me from beneath his sunglasses. “They're all staring at you.”
“Only cus they're trying to figure out what a guy like me is doing walking around with a guy like you, Malfoy. Believe me, I'm glad to not be noticed for a change.”
He just grunts, suddenly standing taller, the fingers once curled on my sleave now wrapping around my bicep firmly. It's fantastic feeling, and I turn his way. He's suddenly broad shouldered and all confidence. I didn't realize just how tall he was. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure they look at me.”
“Oh.” It must be working because I can't seem to keep my eyes off of him.
“Potter, you're going to trip.”
Right. Staring. He's really hot and in my t-shirt.
“Potter...”
Ha, totally should have kissed him when I had the chance. Shit. How does he manage to get hotter? Is that even possible? Jerk. Really hot jerk.
I force my face forward, hyper focused on his hand on my arm. As my eyes move blindly over the storefronts, crowds of people, and sitting areas, I start imagining what it would be like to have him suddenly push me against a wall... or the side of the escalator, or down on that couch over there, and just snog me senseless. And, well, if we're already there, why stop at a snog, right? He was definitely packing something impressive in those briefs of his last night... While lying on my bed.
God, I'm losing it. Really should have kissed him. Just to know for sure. Just so I could be certain he wasn't fucking with my head about being gay. Cus god, I'm losing it.
“Are you okay? You nearly walked into a trash bin... Potter?” He stops, holding me by the arm so that I have to stop as well. His hand is cool against my flushed face, and I can't help smiling like an idiot as he pushes my hair back to see if my forehead is warm. Seriously, he's so dumb.
“Why are you all flushed? Did you eat something bad? You look just like...” He pushes his sunglasses up, glaring down at me. “Potter, are you perving out right now?”
“Err...” God, I want to climb him.
“Shit, you have issues. Seriously. Did some guy in tattoos walk by and fuck with your head? Don't go talking to anyone until you stop being so... weird.”
I bite my lip, staring up into his beautiful grey eyes. They look a little blue in here. I really want to kiss him.
“And stop looking at me like that.”
“Hmm?”
“Like you're going to eat me alive. It's weird.”
Heh. He's really adorable and absolutely frustrating as fuck. I turn and start walking again but his hand is still on my arm, keeping me from moving. “Malfoy...”
He growls, the noise making my toes curl. “Seriously, Potter. Don't talk to anyone.”
He's sure possessive for someone that refuses to show any interest in me.
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