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The Amourette

Rating: R

Author: silverXserpent

A/N I’m terribly sorry this chapter took so long to get out here. Believe me, I’ve really busy with lot so stuff lately and I didn’t have the time to do any writing, period. I’ll try to update more frequently though, because I know what if feels like to have to wait longer than necessary for a chapter, so please don’t spite me. I can’t tell you how much appreciate all the reviews and hope they keep coming! They’re beyond inspiration to me and I’d die without them.

Also, there will be smut and sex coming up very very soon I promise! After all, this is a R rated slash fiction. Patience, my dear friends.

XXX, silverXserpent
[Chapter Seven] Thoughts of Lust

Surprisingly, even though Harry had been almost certain that he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after his completely pointless talk with Draco during the night, when he opened his eyes the the next morning, he realized that he in fact, had eventually dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

He imagined though, that it had probably been many many minutes before he’d accomplished to become unconscious, for no matter how many times he went over the situation, the wrongness of the whole thing wouldn’t subside and he couldn’t help but accuse himself of being a brainless fool and an irrational clod.
< If If he could create a world where everything was right and reasonable, a world where he was in total control, then there was no doubt that he wouldn’t put up with any of this riffraff and that Draco would most definitely be in Azkaban or somewhere else that wasn’t Harry’s apartment. Anywhere but here.

Everything was just so messed up.

If everyone in the wizarding world saw The-Boy-Who-Lived now, they’d probably laugh their arses off, Harry thought dejectedly. Heck, If I could see myself now, I’d be laughing my arse off too.

God, I’m pathetic.

How many mornings had it been since Draco had appeared on his doorstep? It felt like eternity, yet he knew in his mind that it had only been a couple of days. Only a couple of days and he needed a vacation already. A holiday. Time to recompose himself and get away from all the crap.

But why should I blame myself for all this? Harry thought irritably. His bewilderment slowly turned into anger and he defiance. I have a right to be furious with Draco don’t I? Damn right I do! Why the hell should I be all gentle with him when honestly, I could just force the truth out of him? Why won’t he just fucking spill it already?

Another voice in his head laughed spitefully.

‘What kind of spy would reveal their secrets to their enemies? Would you? It’s his job.’

But this isn’t about bloody jobs! Harry cried out silently in frustration. What about eight years ago? What about us? Where did that all go?

‘Don’t you see Harry? He’s weakening you. He’s your weak spot. And he knows it.’

He’s NOT my weak spot!

‘P it. it. Try and spend five minutes without thinking ONCE about him.’

Like that’s a challenge. Harry snorted to himself. I could go forever without thinking about fucking Malfoy.

Suddenly, Harry paused, and his eyes grew wide with realization.

Am I talking to myself???? He shook his hand and groaned. Shit. This is really bad.

He hit his forehead brutally a few times with his fist before blinking out the dizziness and heaving himself off of the disheveled couch.

I need a shower.

Trying to throw off the uncomfortable feeling, he slowly dragged his feet toward the bathroom door and shut it quietly behind him.

Unwillingly, he moved across the cold tiled floor to the marble sink and lifted his gaze to peer into the mirror at his reflection.

He grimaced at his face, which stared back at him tiredly. There were faint bags beneath his eyes and the greenness around the cole black pupils seemed dimmer and less alive. They didn’t look like his beloved mother’s eyes anymore. They were weak and helpless looking. Harry then had the strong urge to slap the face in the mirror.

“Fuck you.” he cursed softly, running a hand over his unblemished forehead. “You coward. You gutless moron.”

Insulting himself only made him more depressed and so with a sigh, he turned away and walked over to the tub.

He fiddled with the hot and cold water knobs until he felt satisfied with the temperature and then yanked on the tab to turn on the shower.

Steaming water came cascading from the shower head and he slid the glass door shut to stop the bathroom floor from getting drenched.

He quickly stripped off his clothing and stepped into the shower, where a gratified sigh escaped his lips. He leaned his face into the water and rubbed his hands over his eyes to freshen his mind up. It felt comforting, especially after all that happened in the last twenty-four hours.

See? It’s been five minutes since the last time I thought of Malfoy. Harry told himself with a smile. He means nothing to me.

Wait, but just now- that doesn’t count as a thought.

Harry decided to ignore his mind and continue on with his shower as if he’d had nothing going on his head at all.

He snatched the bottle of body wash (perhaps a little violently), and squirted a liberal amount of it onto his palm and began to lather it onto his arms and chest mechanically.

Just calm down. He said to himself exhaling loudly. You’re not going to get anywhere by torturing yourself for everything Draco-related.

The sweet aroma of the vanilla scented soap seemed to help him regain his senses after that.

Why don’t you just try to think of common, trivial things for a change? Like... maybe trying out a different smelling body wash. Or another brand of shampoo and conditioner? Or calling up Hermione to see where she orders her Sleakeasy’s Hair Potion.

Alex. I could think about him too.

Harry tried to envision Alex’s smiling and sincere face in his mind’s eye. He tried to feel the touch of his soft lips on his own and the way it felt when Alex’s hand tousled his hair in adoration. But it was in vain.

I can’t do this in the shower while I’m naked. That’s just.... I mean... it’s Alex. And he’s just a friend.

When was the last time that Harry had let himself think sexually of someone? When was the last time that Harry had jacked off to the thought of someone? When was the last time that he’d had sex, for that matter?

It seemed so long thatthat he couldn’t even quite remember. He knew for a fact that he and Alex had never done anything too intimate before. Yes, they’d come close a few times under the influence of heavy alcohol and whatnot, but never sex. And it was all thanks to Alex. How Alex managed to collect enough sense each time they got into the danger zones, to put up his hand and question Harry was beyond him.

Before he met Alex, he could recall that just once, he’d slept with another guy he met at a club. It’d been a one night thing- something that before then, Harry wasn’t all together too fond of- and the next morning when Harry had awoken in a hotel room, the mystery guy was gone, and he was left with a pounding hangover. Not a note, not a phone number, and therther clues as to who he’d fucked.

Why had he done it? Well, the answer was simple. It had been right after Draco had broke up with him. He was furious. He was heartbroken. And he needed to take out his stress on something or someone. So obviously, he’d stormed into one of the rowdiest gay clubs in Guildford and taken the first guy that had come up to him that night.

Since then, he’d given up having sex as a stress-reliever and instead focused his mind on all work and little play. Harry was surprised at how much easier it was this way. He could feel as if he was actually accomplishing something, while at the same time, it left him little room to think about his broken heart and other emotional things that would normally have driven him up the wall.

So I’m stronger now. Hell yes, I’m stronger. Very strong-

A trickle of conditioner ran into his eye and he yelped in pain. He cursed and hurriedly washed out his eye gingerly.

So what if Draco was just as, if not even more, attractive than before? So what if his eyes were breathtakingly stunning? So fucking what if the aura he radiated screamed sex?

NO. Harry wouldn’t give in. The ex-Slytherin wouldn’t become his weak spot and he wouldn’t let the jerk use his lust-appeal to lure Harry into a trap. That was just out of the question. If he could resist sex and Alex these past eight years, he could surely, without a doubt, withstand a simple thing as lust. And plus, he wasn’t even lusting over Draco Malfoy in the first place, so there was absolutely no danger whatsoever.

Well Malfoy, too bad for you hm? Harry smirked contemptuously. You thought by coming here, you were going to win. But you thought wrong.

Grinning almost maniacally, he practically kicked the water knobs off and got out of the shower.

He dried his hair roughly and was about to proceed to drying off his body when the bathroom door creaked wide open and Harry let out a graceless shout and fumbled to hide his lower half.

“Fuck- have you ever heard of knocking???” Harry spluttered loudly, his cheeks glowing scarlet. He lifted his head angrily with a glare fixed on his face but found himself gaping in surprise at the sight before him.

Draco- a very sleepy looking, I’ve-just-had-a-snog-except-not-really Draco, was standing in the doorway with his usually prim flaxen hair disheveled and all articles of clothing absent except for a pair of much-too-small black silk boxers hugging his slim hips.

He had a towel hanging off one thin arm and his other hand buried into his hair as if he’d been absently combing it through but halted when seeing Harry.

His grip on his own towel weakened and it would have slipped out of his fingers had Draco’s eyes not flickered downwards on Harry’s body and made him suddenly aware of how much naked skin he was showing.

Blushing furiously, he held one end of the towel in front of his groin while attempting to reach around his body with the other end to wrap it securely in place.

“Sorry I guess-” Draco smiled slightly, his eyes glinting, and not sounding apologetic at all. “Didn’t know you were in here.”

“Well there’s a damn good reason the door was closed!” said Harry angrily, recovering his senses. He closed his eyes to keep them from seeing any of Draco. Much too dangerous.

“Am I an offending sight to you perhaps?” Draco inquired. Harry could feel the mercury eyes boring into him curiously.

Harry’s eyes snapped open.

“Perhaps.” he said coldly.

Draco raised an eyebrow in what looked like an amused manner.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

He didn’t realize his gaze was slowly drifting away from Draco’s eyes to his rosy lips which were curved upward in the most enticing air.

A pink and moist tongue flicked out from between these pink lips and licked them ever-so-casually. It was then that Harry felt something terribly wrong taking place in his lower regions. He felt hot and stuffy. And hard.

SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. S-H-I-T.

He placed his hand on the cool countertop to steady himself and trie for force himself to look away, but instead, he found himself taking in the elegant neck, and the narrow shoulders, and the impossibly smooth and taut chest, and the perfect arms, and the delicious dip above the abdomen, and the low low low waistline of the boxers...

He heard Draco distinctly cough and Harry almost fell over in shock.

I did not just let myself check him out.

“So... are you done? Or should I wait out there for a bit longer?”

“Huh?”

“Shall. I. leave. or. are. you. done?” he repeated slowly.

“Uh-” Harry’s range of vocabulary seemed to shrink considerably along with his ability to take in the meaning of coherent sentences. “I’m...”

His breath hitched in his throat when Draco took a step closer to him.

Don’t you DARE come any closer! Harry pleaded silently.

He continued to stared dazedly at Malfoy as his pale body came another step nearer. And then another.

Before he was able to comprehend what was happening, he realized a moment too late that now, a mere foot was what stood between him, and his assailant.

His heart was hammering in his chest. And cold sweat mingled with the water still dripping from his body.

What was wrong with him? Where was that confidence he’d had just minutes before? His inner conscience seemed to have morphed into a block of frozen ice over the span of one a few seconds.

Attempting to clear his throat in a way that he could cover up his embarrassment, he bent down to retrieve his discarded clothing from the floor. When he straightened back up, he found it a tad bit easier to breath- but only until he discovered himself nose to nose with Draco.

Harry was so close that he could see the surprised gleam in Draco’s eyes. He could smell the intoxicating scent radiating off the blonde’s skin. He felt as if he could easily plunnto nto the depths of Draco’s mystifying eyes and drown forever. And for a moment, neither moved or made a sound.

He could almost taste the strong tension between them. It was overwhelming.

Draco’s warm and steady breath felt blistering on his cheek. Harry was sure that his own breathing had completely stopped by now. His head was light and whirling and his knees felt weak... too weak to support his body. He would collapse any moment...

“I suppose... you need more time?” a soft whisper, almost like the sound of a breeze, invaded his stupor-like state.

Harry moisted his parched lips involuntarily.

“No...” he mouthed soundlessly. “I-I’m good. I think.”

There was silence.

“Right...” Draco breathed.

“So.... I’ll ........ leave now...” but Harry remained immobile.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” he murmured dreamily.

Harry barely noticed the crease forming on Draco’s forehead.

“Harry? You here?”

“Huh?” Somehow, the voice didn’t seem to fit in the tableau.

“Are you in the bathroom? Harry- ...? What the-”

Harry was suddenly torn from his fantasy world and back to reality with a dead drop of his heart.

He looked over Draco shoulder and saw a devastated looking Alex who’s hand was still on the doorknob and eyes that were flashing with the deepest hurt ever fathomable.

“Harry- what the fuck is going on? What are you guys-”

Harry stumbled backwards, horror filling him and he shook his head incoherently.

“Alex! Wh- why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” Alex burst out disbelievingly. “I fucking called you seven times last night and this morning but you wouldn’t answer and so I got worried that you were in trouble!” he snorted. “But I guess you were fine, weren’t you? Stupid of me to think something was wrong!”

“Alex! No! Wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Harry cried desperately. “Don’t jump to conclusions-”

“Oh, ‘don’t jump to conclusions’ ???” Alex frowned and shook his head. “I’m sorry I bothered you two. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Dammit Alex! Wait! I can explain-”

“No. Harry- fucking shut up. There’s nothing, absolutely NOTHING to explain. I’m honestly happy for you. I’ll see you around Harry.”

Alex shot him one torn look which ripped Harry’s heart into pieces, and strode out of the bathroom with his hands chedched into shaking fists.

Harry didn’t waste a second. Without hesitation, he flew after Alex, calling his name pleadingly. He didn’t even care that he was wearing only a towel. He needed to tell him that nothing had happened.

“Alex!”

Alex ignored him and picked up his pace, obviously eager to get away from Harry as fast as possible. Soon, Harry was out of the protective walls of his warm flat and was running down the threeghtsghts of stairs down to the ground floor where Alex was furiously throwing on his leather coat while digging in his pocket for his car keys.

“Alex! Will you just listen to me?”

Harry finally caught up with the taller brunette just before he was able to yank open the wooden door that led out into the bright morning, and pulled him to a stop successfully.

“Harry- just.... let me go.” said Alex, not meeting Harry’s eyes.

“No.” Harry replied stubbornly. “Not until you listen to what I have to say.”

“What is there to say? You don’t owe me an explanation. And it’s your own decision who you’re with. I’m just being a selfish asshole.”

A guilty pang stung Harry’s insides painfully.

“Alex- there’s nothing between me and Dra- I mean, Devin. Nothing. We were just getting in our faces back there- you know, arguing.”

Alex didn’t answer.

Harry sighed. “To tell you the truth, yes, we’ve known each other for a while, but we were the worst of enemies for the longest time. And I guess sometimes, the old animosity rises up inside of us and- we feel like murdering each other.” Well, it wasn’t a complete lie.

“It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t bother me either way anyways.” said Alex grimly. “I didn’t mean to blow up on you... I’m soHarrHarry.”

“What? Why are you apologizing?” asked Harry. “Don’t, because nothing has changed. Me and Devin are friends and nothing more, and that’s the truth.”

“I don’t know.” muttered Alex. “I know I’m an idiot... but yout met mean so much to me Harry. You know that right?R>
“Of course. And you mean a lot to me too.” Harry reassured warmly. He squeezed Alex’s arm and smiled.

Alex sent a mirrored smile and placed his other hand atop Harry’s.

“Look at me, standing here with a snug coat while you came all the way down here just for me and I’m making you catch your death.”

As if in agreement, Harry’s teeth began to chatter but Harry shook his head.

“I-I’m not c-cold.”

“Come on. I’ll take you back up there.” Harry received a nudge and felt himself being pushed back to the staircase where letting out a chuckle, he sprinted back up the steps two at a time. He could hear Alex chasing after him laughing.

Harry could not feel more grateful that Alex was such a forgiving and trusting guy; and because of this, the situation had avoided ending up completely awkward. Could I ask for mon a n a friend? Harry smiled to himself. Probably not.

When they were safe back on the third floor and in f of of Harry’s door, Alex stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and offered a timid g

“So I guess I’ll see you later.” he said.

Harry nodded. “Yeah... and... thanks Alex.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for.” protested Alex. “I was the one that jumped to conclusions, like you said.”

“Well, from how it probably looked, I don’t blame you.” Harry said, half jokingly, half seriously. “You know... “ he added affectionately. “You’re the best Alex.”

Alex wrinkled his nose. “You sound like a toddler talking to his favorite uncle or something.”

“Mmhm.” Harry said, rolling his eyes.

“So could your favorite uncle get a hug from his favorite niece?”

“Quit it! That sounds wrong.”

“You have one unclean mind Evans.” Alex scoffed in mock disapproval. “But then again, that’s what’s so interesting about you right?”

“Whatever, just take your damn hug and leave before I turn into a Harry-sicle.”

&;And;And how would that taste I wonder?” queried the brunette innocently. He reached out his arms and wrapped them around a quivering Harry. He buried his nose in Harry’s hair and Harry embraced him back, sighing with relief at the warmth of Alex’s body. His fingers were already numb.

“Bye Harry.” whispered Alex huskily, leaned down to brush his lips gently against Harry’s, but not pressing close enough for it to become a kiss.

“Bye Alex.” Harry whispered back. “I’ll call you.”

“You’d better. Now get back inside before you really freeze to death.”

They let go of each other, Alex rather reluctantly, and with a final wave, Harry shut the door of his flat firmly.

Now the only problem on his hands was pulling himself together; enough to face Draco after what had just happened in the bathroom before Alex had come.

What had happened, for that matter?

Harry was too confused. The only thing he could remember was an uncomfortable erection forming beneath his towel- one that was most definitely not supposed to be there at all.

He wanted to convince himself that he hadn’t gotten hard because of Draco, but because a guy (and it could have been anyone) had been inches way from him, both almost completely naked.

It’s natural. He told himself. You’re gay, you haven’t been horny for a while, and there was a good-looking guy in front of you. You wouldn’t be human if you hadn’t been affected.

But that was besides the point. Has has he supposed to confront Draco after all that? Wouldn’t they both feel... weird? He certainly felt weird. But that was just it, weird. And nothing else.

What should I say?

“Uh yeah- so what’s new?”
< Riiiiight.

“That was an interesting event... kind of?”

-snort-

“Yeah, so what just happened before, I was suffering from anemia. Turned the water too hot, you know?”

Get a life.

But when he returned to the bathroom, the door was shut and locked, and he could hear the sound of the shower running vaguely.

I’ll just have to wait.

Harry tried relax himself , andusedused on simply the exercise of breathing calmly while retreating to his bedroom for the first time that morning to change into decent clothing.

I’ll show him that I wasn’t affected... in that way, that is. Like I’ve said before, I can’t let him think that he’s weakened me, because he hasn’t. Remember Harry, he’s the victim, not you.

Yes. Draco Malfoy was the victim. And he would stay the victim. Even if it cost Harry his life.

A/N Again, please please please review! Love you all.

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