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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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Chapter Nine

I hit the gym this time, hoping to wreck my body enough to stop fucking thinking about him. The pain's good. Something to focus on. Something real, unlike his fucking mind games. I'm not even sure he knows what he's doing. But he's doing it. Playing boyfriend. Demanding all my attention. Touching me, looking at me, talking to me. Unsettling as fuck. Because I want him more than anything and I really can't have him.
He's pissed when I get back. It's nearly noon and apparently he thought Death Eaters had gotten me. He really needs to calm the fuck down.
“It's just the gym, Malfoy.”
“You were alone. Without wards. What if someone had caught you? You have no way to defend yourself!”
“What, like you being there would really make a difference?” I have to argue with him outside because it's Sunday and Vernon and Petunia are inside getting ready for lunch. “You try to use your wand and every auror will know where you are—Meaning minutes later, so will You-Know-Who.” He's also making it really difficult to stretch, growling and looking like he's going to hit me.
“So? Still better to survive and run back to the wards, then just outright die! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to die? Are you just waiting for him to find you and finish you off?”
I roll my eyes, stretching my other quad. Third day. Third day and he either thinks he's my mother or my girlfriend. I say girlfriend cus I feel like a proper boyfriend wouldn't be quite so naggy about it all. I could be wrong. He's also ridiculously hot when he's angry and it's very, very distracting.
“Are you honestly telling me the Order says it's okay to just go running about all the time? The werewolf just waves his hands and goes, 'sure, go get yourself killed. Have a ball.' You really don't care if you live or...”
“So you don't want to go to the movies today?”
“...die like a—What?” He stops midsentence, blinking at me.
“Well, if you're so concerned about my safety and all, you'll probably not want to go, right? Too dangerous.” I release my leg, stretching my shoulder. “I mean, it's just a muggle building with lots of people to hide among. Very dim lighting, a dozen films to choose from. Think they even have a few good action flicks playing.”
“Oh... okay.” He glances away like he's not sure where he is right now. “Um, so, now? With them?” He nods his head towards the house.
“No, I don't really feel like bringing them to the fucking movies.”
He brightens, smiling right at me. My stomach plummets somewhere around my shoes and I clutch at my arm, hoping that won't fall as well. “Alright. Let's do that then.”
I shake my head, trying not to smile at his 180. “You're not worried about Death Eaters killing us?”
“Shut up.” He shoves me playfully. “You said it yourself. It's not like they're going to be hanging around a bunch of muggles. How far away is the place? Do we have to take the trolley again? Oh, I should get those sunnyglasses.”
God help me, the boy can talk. “I need a shower first. You do whatever the hell you want, just give me twenty minutes of peace.”
He glares, shoving me again. Only a little less playful. “Stop being a surly ass, Potter.”
Yeah, well stop being a teenage girl. I keep my lips firmly sealed, walking into the house after kicking my sneakers off. Don't care what he does, I just really need some time alone in that shower.

He's waiting on my bed when I come out of the bathroom. I don't see him at first, trying not to trip over the sleeping bag. Nearly have my towel off before he finally makes a noise, making me jump in surprise. “Shit!”
He just raises a brow like I'm overreacting. Maybe I am, but I'm not getting naked in front of him. Not when he's dressed like sex in his perfect fitting new muggle clothes. I gotta say, there is nothing sexy about robes. It's like everyone is in a damn choir at school. Seeing him dressed in jeans though—that definitely does something for me. Things I thought I had taken care of in the shower until he's in the same room as me while I've got nothing but a towel and drops of water between us.
“Malfoy, get lost. I'll be down in a couple of minutes.”
“Seriously? You sleep in your underwear.”
God, what the hell does he want from me? Am I supposed to just strip down in front of him because we're both guys? It doesn't help that he's totally checking me out right now. More mind games with him. It's really staring to piss me off.
“Your cousin's down there with a friend. He's creepy. Can I just turn my head or something?”
Ugh. “Piers is here?”
“Yes, and he's beyond terrible. Was he dropped on his head as a child? Just how do you get that fucked up?”
“Drugs, I think.” I have no interest in leaving Malfoy with Dudley and Piers unsupervised. “Fine, turn around.”
He does, indian style on the bed while I go rustling through my bureau. He unfortunately feels the need to talk. Like I'm not allowed to think that I could be alone, no, he has to make sure I know he's there. Pain in the ass.
“So what's the movies like? I thought maybe it would be like the television but it would be difficult...”
I tune him out because, seriously, he's going to find out soon enough. It's a movie theater; nothing fucking special. I only mentioned it because I wanted to shut him up and, well, I think he'll probably really like it. It'll be dark, so he won't have to worry about people staring at him. And he's totally in love with TV, so better to introduce him to something a bit more quality than whatever the Dursleys consider watching at night. And yeah, he'll have to be quiet for a good two hours straight.
I've just thrown the towel to the floor and am stepping into my underwear when I realize he's stopped talking. I refuse to look at him although I know damn well he's looking at me.
This isn't going to work. I mean, seriously.
“Malfoy.” I hear him jump, the bed squeaking. “You have to stop this.”
“What?”
I ignore his totally innocent sounding response, stepping into my jeans and fastening them closed. “I'm not a gay dress rehearsal. You want to play at chasing boys, go do it with someone else. I'm just trying to live my damn life here, and I don't like being messed around with.” I pull my shirt over my head, tugging it down roughly.
I go over to the hamper to pull my belt from yesterday's pants and thread it through the one's I'm wearing.
“Potter, I'm not—”
“Zip it.” I look up, meeting his frown. “Stop fucking with me. Just because I think you're hot doesn't mean you get to mess with my head. You can rip on me about my homelife, You-Know-Who, my nightmares, my appearance—Whatever. Just don't fuck with me on this one thing. I need some sort of boundary. We're going to be stuck in this little room for a month, and I'd like to not be insane by the end of it.”
He's quiet as I put my socks on, grab my wallet, and give Hedwig a few treats. By the time I'm at the door and he's finally standing, I turn his way again. He's got his mask on, all cool confidence. “We good?”
“Fine.” Frosty, but not bitter. He'll survive. Hopefully, I will too.
“Don't forget your sunglasses.”
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