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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: Thank you all for the lovely reviews! It really keeps me going.
Hopefully this part isn't to long winded. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Chapter 8

If there was one thing about the Cauldron that Harry could say was his
favorite, it�d have to be the way Tom, the bartender, made his drinks. Somehow,
either with years of experience or innate talent, the old man turned each of the
normal every day drinks into something special, unique. Each sip was like having
a wild party or slow sensuous dance on your tongue, depending on which you got.

Which was why Harry was now mooning over which drink he should get the blonde
instead of thinking about how he wished he were just a little less shy so he
could stride into the bathroom, pin the blonde against the wall and just do what
his body was screaming for him to do. �Not like it�d do much good.� Harry
thought, cheeks burning red as he tried to concentrate on the list of drinks Tom
had given him moments before, even though he knew it by heart.

�I don�t even know if he likes other blokes.� Harry thought before the
burning in his cheeks spread down his neck and into his shirt. Never consciously
had he ever thought about liking men or women before. Sure, he�d been attracted
to both. Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory were a perfect example of that but he�d
never actually put a whole lot of conscious thought into it.

Cho, he had met the summer before last. The sun flower faced girl had been
visiting her relatives that lived just on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and she had
taken a liking to Harry almost instantly. Her flirtatious affections and
carefree attitude towards life had attracted him in turn despite his trying to
remind himself that she would only be there for one summer before going back
home.

For hours the two of them would spend down by the local lake, talking and
laughing and just have a good time. It was nice to be in her company. She never
asked questions about his home life, something that Harry was thankful for, and
she would let him prattle on about the quidditch stats and never bat an eye. She
was perfect...but it had only been a summer long romance.

Both of them had known it after their first kiss. It had been sweet and
chaste and everything that Harry had expected it to be when kissing a girl. But,
it hadn�t been enough for Harry. He had smiled, squeezed her hand, walked her to
the door of her relatives home then hurried back to his own house, wiping the
peach balm lip gloss off his lips from where she had kissed him.

When he had gotten home, he had stripped off his clothes and thrown them into
the wash to get the smell of her lilac perfume off then jumped into the shower.
For nearly an hour he had stood under the warm spray of the shower, trying to
remember the curve of her hips against his, the downy skin on her arms as he
rubbed them gently, the soft sounds she made when he had finally pulled her
close to kiss her...

He had had to stroke him continuously to stay hard, only coming when he
stopped pretending he was thinking about her and just thought about the steady
smooth glide of skin on skin. Cho, as attractive as she was, hadn�t aroused him
at all. Not that that was really important but back then, he�d been mortified.
He was a growing young man, supposedly unable to control his body�s own
functions and after going out with a wonderful pretty girl, his body hadn�t even
care.

That was when he first had the thought that maybe he liked men better than
women. Despite what his Uncle Vernon and, to some extent, his cousin and Aunt
had told him about men liking other men, Harry had never seen anything wrong
with it. In fact, all he thought was �love is love� and you can�t help who you
fall in love with.

So when Cedric Diggory had walked into his life, Harry hadn�t been all to
surprised to find himself wanting to spend more time with the other boy. It had
been about two months after Cho had gone back home that Cedric had turned up.
His father, Diggory Sr., was buying a small acreage just east of Hogsmeade and
the boy had come into town looking for a part time job.

In less than a week he and Harry were inseparable. With Ron and Hermione
still off on some sort of vacation with their families, the dark haired boy had
enjoyed an experimental period with Cedric, trying to see if he really did like
blokes as much as he thought he might. The first time he had kissed Cedric, his
suspicions had been confirmed: he liked blokes as much as he liked girls.

Too bad the other boy hadn�t much felt the same way. Not that he had been
unkind to Harry, he had been just as willing to experiment with it as Harry was
but in the end, they had both come to the understanding that Harry liked both
men and women and Cedric was a ladies man. No tension arose between the two and
by the time his two best friends had come back, he and Cedric thought of each
other as good friends.

The rest of the four months that Cedric had been there, they had all enjoyed
friendly outings and long days spent in each other�s company. It had been a fun
and eye-opening experience.

Harry sighed again, eyes flickering up to stare at the path to the still
closed bathroom door. He wished he had the courage he had with Cedric. It had
been easy to flirt with his friend. With this blonde adonis...

Harry swallowed, jeans tightening as he curled his arms on the bar top to
keep from rubbing them against himself. God, with this boy, he was way out of
his league. How could he even begin to think that Draco would be interested in a
hick like him?

The raven haired boy swallowed, closing his eyes briefly as a flash of how
the other boy had rubbed against him when walking into the Cauldron had felt.
Every nerve ending had felt alive and on fire. The smell of cologne, undoubtedly
designer quality, sweat and musk that was all Draco had made his mouth water.

Swallowing again, Harry opened his eyes. The bathroom door was still closed.

�I hope he�s okay.� Harry thought, pulling his attention back from
bathroom door to the menu in front of him. �He�s not used to this heat. If he
gets sick...�

Harry left that thought where it was. For some reason, the thought of the
blonde getting sick disturbed him more than he liked to think about. Especially
if it was from the heat.

�I should have gotten him in here sooner.� He chastised himself
distractedly. He shifted and groaned.

Clamping his legs together with a grimace, Harry pressed his fingers against
the bar in front of him. He had never had this reaction to someone before. Not
this quickly and definitely not for this long. The heavy wet heat of his own
arousal made him want to curse.

A small part of him, a very small part, wished that this first meeting was
already over so he could head back to his flat, collapse on the bed and relieve
the pressure that was building. A blush stole across his cheeks.

He�d never been this -- wanton--before.

�What�ll it be, �arry?�

Harry jerked, looking up startled at Tom�s sudden appearance. He fought down
another blush, clearing his throat.

�Uh,� Harry glanced down at the menu, he�d completely forgotten about
choosing drinks. �just give me two iced teas.�

Tom nodded, his gnarled face twisting into a cheerful smile as he winked at
Harry and scuttled off to get the two requested drinks. Harry shifted again,
eyes flickering to the bathroom and then away.

It didn�t take long for the bartender to come back, two icy cold teas with a
lemon wedge on the side to be placed in front of him. The tall glasses were
wide, filled to the brim with frothy liquid. Harry looked up in surprise.

Tom winked. �Looks like yer in need of a cool down.�

Harry blushed fiercely, head ducking as Tom walked away chuckling. He should
have known the man wouldn�t be fooled by his thinly concealed shy nervousness.
The man was a bloody bartender, after all, they see all, even if you�re trying
to hide it.

�Thanks, Tom.� Harry muttered, lifting one of the iced teas to his lips. The
cold slide of sweetened tea felt like heaven after the short walk in the
scalding sun, even it did nothing to dissipate his blush or his raging hard on.

Carefully setting the glass down, Harry let his eyes wander back to the
bathroom door.

�Merlin give me strength.� Harry thought breathlessly. Draco stood in
the dimly lit doorway, his face flushed rosy, mouth open wide panting. He had
obviously splashed some water onto his face to cool down if the slicked back
platinum hair was any indication.

Harry flushed, looking quickly back at his drink as he lifted to his lips to
take a hasty sip, his mouth suddenly felt far to dry.

�All I want to do is touch him.� He thought, watching out the corner
of his eye as the blonde slowly made his way back over to him again. His pace
was slower than before, less hurried and relaxed. There was a predator like
grace to his movements as he walked past the curiously turned patrons of the bar
and tables. His face was a mixture of confidence, relaxation and...happiness?

�Miss me?� The blonde teased, as soon as he was close enough to Harry to be
overheard.

Harry swallowed, putting down his already half-empty glass and he nodded
slightly, smiling shyly.

Draco chuckled, hopping onto the bar stool next to him and lifting the other
untouched glass to his lips. Harry made a noise in the back of his throat,
slowly looking away.

Sweet Merlin. That flush on the blonde�s cheeks looked even better close up
and his lips looked decidedly kiss-able as they pressed against the clear glass
of his tea. Harry looked back.

The blonde�s throat worked as he gulped down one large sip, his adam�s apple
bobbing as he moaned delightedly. Harry lifted his glass to his lips again,
looking away. All he wanted to do was lick a bath down that creamy skinned neck.
God.

Pulling a piece of ice from the glass with his tongue, Harry crunched,
setting the glass down again. He could feel the other boy�s eyes burning into
him but he couldn�t bring himself to look. If he did, he knew he might lose
control.

�Please don�t let me embarrass myself.� He thought, tapping his
fingertips against the side of the glass. He didn�t think he could recover if he
came in his pants just from watching the other boy enjoy his drink.
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