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“You did it
Potter!” Draco got slowly to his feat, ignoring the dead Death Eaters and
Voldemort’s ashes.
Harry
merely stared straight ahead, wand grasped loosely in his hand.
“Harry?”
Draco laid a hand on Harry’s shoulders.
Harry
blinked and seemed to come back to the present, “He’s dead. Now it doesn’t matter.”
“What
doesn’t matter?” Draco asked although he had a feeling that he knew what Harry
was talking about.
“What I do
or don’t do,” Harry’s hand clenched around his wand. “Hear that Tom? You don’t dictate what I do any longer!” Harry reached up and took Draco’s hand off
his shoulder. “Where’s your father? Did he survive?”
“I killed
him,” Draco’s breath hitched. “I killed
him. My own father, I killed him.”
“It’ll be
ok,” Harry whispered, promising over the newly dead bodies littering the
field. “What are you going to do now
that you’re free? Retire to the Manor
and take up a wife?”
“Sod the
Manor,” Draco growled but then deflated.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“I don’t
either,” Harry sighed. “But I’m not
sticking around here. I can’t.”
“Can I go
with you Potter?” Draco asked in a small voice.
“That’d be
nice Malfoy,” Harry took Draco’s hand and Apparated them near Gringotts. “I’m going to transfer half my account into
Muggle currency. I need to get my head
on straight.”
“That’s the
first good plan you’ve come up with,” Draco said. “I’ll do the same. You’re going to the Muggle World then?”
“You still
want to come with me Malfoy?” Harry now sounded lost. “I know Malfoy’s don’t really do the Muggle
thing but I just don’t want to deal with all of this.”
Draco
didn’t have to ask what ‘all of this’ was.
He knew it too well. As one of
the prime duelers for the side of the Light and Harry Potter’s partner during
missions and battles he had seen first hand what the admiring crowds were like
and just how fickle they were. But now
his father was dead and the Malfoy name no longer needed protecting. His duty was done and what else was left but
to continue fighting against the fame and memories.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS
“Here we
are Mr. Petersen, Mr. Mallory” A pretty young woman said with a bright
smile. “This apartment has two bedrooms,
two baths, a room that can be used as an office or study, kitchen, dining and
living area and even its own fireplace and balcony.”
“It looks
nice enough,” Harry said from the entrance.
“What’s the neighborhood like?”
“There is a
new club a few blocks away,” The real estate agent said. “They have a talent night once a month where
local singers and groups can perform.
There is also a nice Italian restaurant just up the street and a cute
grocery store on the corner.”
“How much
is the rent for six months?” Draco asked.
“Roughly
five thousand pounds,” She answered.
“We’ll take
it,” Draco spoke with certainty. “How
soon can we move in?”
“Right
away,” The woman blinked in some astonishment.
“Mr. Petersen?”
“Whatever
Mallory wants,” Harry shrugged. “I like
it well enough and I’m not as picky as he is.”
The corners
of Draco’s mouth lifted just slightly.
“Well I
have the paperwork with me,” The woman dug through a folder she was
carrying. “We can get that out of the
way and once that’s settled you can move in.”
“Great,”
Draco replied taking the papers and glancing through them.
Harry
trusted Draco as he watched the blond man sign his name to the forms with a
flourish. Harry copied his example. Draco was a master at finances; Harry even
let him handle his own accounts.
“Well here
are two sets of keys,” The woman took them out of her purse and gave them each
one. “If you have any questions you be
sure and ring my cell. Have fun getting
settled in.”
With a
cheery wave the woman left and shut the door behind her, a happy smile in
place. Harry turned around and walked
slowly through the empty apartment feeling content.
“Do you
really like it?” Draco asked softly while Harry stared out a window.
“Yes, it’s
perfect,” Harry answered. “I have a
request though.”
“Whatever
it is I’ll do it,” Draco responded.
“You have
to sing with me on a talent night at the club in the next six months,” Harry
turned with an impish smile in place.
“You brat,”
Draco grumbled. “You knew I’d agree to
do you a favor. Harry I’m a terrible
singer.”
“Draco, if
you’re a terrible singer then I’m tone deaf,” Harry rolled his eyes. “We can do that song we’ve been working on
for a while.”
“Are you
serious?” Draco had to ask.
Harry
nodded. “Well fine,” Draco agreed. “I’ll do it.”
Harry
smiled and turned back to his quiet watch over the street below.
Harry
allowed Draco to pick out most of their furnishings. He knew that the blond enjoyed shopping and
Draco did have an eye for elegant pieces and clothing. The kitchen however was Harry’s domain. Several times a week he would go down to the
corner store for fresh food and cook up a nice dinner for both of them. Usually after supper they spent time working
on their music or reading quietly. At
night they went into their shared bedroom, the nightmares made sure that they
couldn’t stand to sleep alone.
Draco
sighed. Harry glanced up from the
crossword puzzle he was working on but said nothing. Draco sighed again.
“Draco,
what’s wrong?” Harry put the crossword aside.
“You’ve been doing nothing but staring at the fireplace and sighing for
the past hour.” His tone became soft and
uncertain. “Do you want to go back?”
“And leave
you to fend for yourself Green Eyes?” Draco snorted. “Not bloody likely. Those bastards can all live in a cave for all
I care.”
“Then
what’s wrong?” Harry repeated.
“I’m just
bored sitting around all day,” Draco said.
“I never thought I’d say this but I miss working.”
“You, a
pampered Malfoy miss working?” Harry chuckled.
“That’s rich!”
“Please
Potter,” Draco lifted his chin slightly, striking an offended pose. “You can’t tell me you’re not afflicted with
the same problem. I see the way you
religiously scrub down the kitchen counters every day and sweep up the place
every other day.”
“Let’s get
a job then,” Harry suggested.
“A Muggle
job?” Draco looked at Harry like he was crazy.
“Harry, I have enough problems blending in as it is, I don’t think a
Muggle job will be easy.”
“Scared
Malfoy?” Harry smirked.
“You wish
Potter,” Draco said.
Harry
pulled back out the newspaper and turned to the classifieds section.
“There’s an
opening here at that club I want us to sing at,” Harry said. “They need someone to handle the till.”
“Till?”
Draco tried to remember what that meant.
“The money
that the club brings in from drinks and entrance fees,” Harry explained
patiently.
“Where will
you work then?” Draco asked.
“There’s
another opening for a Muggle deejay,” Harry replied. “I’ll apply for that.”
The next
morning the two men handed in applications at the club and then went back to
their apartment. Both of them were
nervous although they would never admit it.
Harry spent the day cleaning the bathrooms while Draco went about
cleaning dishes and rearranging furniture in the living room. When the phone rang Draco nearly dropped the
vase he had been trying to figure out where to put. Harry reached the phone first. When he hung up he turned to Draco with a
huge smile.
“We got the
jobs,” Harry grinned.
“Well of
course we did Potter,” Draco drawled.
“You just needed to have a little faith.”
Harry
didn’t bother to comment on Draco’s nervous behavior for the day.
They
started at the club and fell into a routine.
Both felt better about having something to do with their time and
energy. And always before going to the
club they worked on their music. Draco
wrote out the music itself while Harry put lyrics to it.
Several
months later they had several selections to choose from for their performance
at the club. The two agreed that they
should do “Thirst Is Taking Over”. The
music was driving and the lyrics hit close to home.
“Hey
Belle,” Harry slid into the deejay booth next to the small woman.
“Hey Dan,”
Belle smiled at him. “I’m looking
forward to your and Harris’ performance tonight. You brought the sheet music for the band
right?”
“It’s right
here,” Harry patted the folder under his arm.
“Harris is reminding the bartenders where to put the money.”
“They’ll
just stick it in their own pockets luv,” Belle said. “Everyone knows it.”
“Harris
doesn’t approve of dipping into the till,” Harry chided. “They know what will happen if they get
caught.”
Belle
chuckled, “That they will. You’re on in
twenty minutes by the way.”
“Shit!” Harry
exclaimed rushing from the booth to back stage to get ready.
Belle’s laughter
echoed after him.
When Harry
and Draco stepped on stage they wore matching leather pants. Harry had on a mesh silver shirt that
shimmered when he moved and Draco had on a deep emerald mesh shirt. Both stepped up to the microphones.
‘Don’t
screw up Potter,’ Draco mouthed as the music began.
‘I won’t if
you won’t,’ Harry mouthed back.
“You alone are what my soul needs, You know
the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over
The thirst is taking over,” Harry crooned softly.
“Hold me down, hold me
down, Drip it on my tongue
And my convulsions stop, Thirst for love, thirst for your love
I could swallow your beauty whole,” Draco sang, his voice sounding like
forbidden sex.
”You alone are what my soul needs, You
know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over,”
Both men stalked around each other, giving the crowd heated glances.
“Running out, times
running out, Searching for the one who can conquer me
I'm going to scream aloud, throw it down, Crash in the sweet obsession of you
I'm going to swim and drown in the wake of you,” This time Harry joined
Draco on the verse adding a raw undertone to the words.
“You alone are what my
soul needs, You know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over, You
know the thirst is taking over,” Draco and Harry drew closer together in
some primal instinct.
“I wanna taste it, I
need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms
I wanna taste it, I
need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms
I wanna taste it, I
need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms
I wanna taste it, I
need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms
I wanna taste it, I
need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms
I wanna taste it, I
need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms,” Harry pulled Draco closer to
him, twining around him, their bodies lost in the music and the words they
crooned both to each other and the crowd.
“You alone are what my
soul needs, You know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over,”
Harry ran a possessive hand down Draco’s chest while he gyrated his hips as he
faced the crowd.
“I wanna drink you in,
I am drinking you in, I wanna drink you in
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over
The thirst is taking over
I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms,” Harry
stepped behind Draco, facing the crowd over the blonds shoulder, a hand resting
on one of Draco’s hips as they moved to the music, the beat a driving crescendo
until the last line which Draco alone crooned to the crowd.
They were
greeted with thunderous applause at the end of their performance. Belle who was so floored by their amazing
performance came rushing out of the deejay booth and made a beeline for Harry
and Draco backstage. She enveloped first
‘Dan’ and then ‘Harris’ into bone crushing hugs.
“You two
were amazing!” She smiled and then pointed an accusing finger at Harry. “I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me how
good of singers you two were Dan, terribly cruel of you.”
“What if we
promise to do another song at the very end of the night?” Draco smirked.
“Really,
you would?” Belle bounced on her toes.
“That would be amazing!”
“I’m
getting back to work,” Draco said. “The
other song should be in the folder Dan.”
“I’ll pass
out the music,” Harry promised.
Belle
followed Dan back to the deejay booth.
She preened when people complimented Dan, making sure to tell them that
he worked for the club.
A man
approached Dan and stopped him, holding out a card in his hand.
“Please
take it,” The man said. “I’m Gary
Wright,” He hurried on. “I heard the two
of you sing and I think that you should come by Wright Records tomorrow
morning. I’d like to discuss signing you
two.”
Before
Harry could turn the man down Belle was promising to have them there on the
time written on the back of the card.
She dragged Harry to the deejay booth and shut the door behind them.
“Now Dan
before you can say anything I think this is a brilliant opportunity,” Belle
went on excitedly. “Plus you really
should talk with Harris about it before you turn it down.”
“Talk with
me about what?” Draco asked. “It turns
out they don’t need me. Karl is taking
care of things tonight. What’s she
talking about Dan?”
“Some guy
named Gary Wright wants us to go over to Wright Studios tomorrow morning to
discuss a signing contract,” Harry mumbled.
“Gary
Wright?” Draco sat heavily down on a stool.
“He owns one of the hottest labels out there right now. Belle, thanks for making sure this stupid git
didn’t turn him down right away. He’s
much too self conscious. In fact, it
might be a good idea to hire you as a manager.”
“But we don’t
even have a record deal Harris,” Harry pointed out.
“We will
after tomorrow,” Draco promised.
And Harry
believed him because Draco had said it would be so.
MANAGEMENT
Harry
allowed Draco to call for a cab in the morning but not before Belle managed to
show up at their apartment.
“Why’s she
here?” Harry plaintively asked.
“Because I
invited her you dolt,” Draco said.
“She’s an organized person and we both know that she keeps her mouth
shut. She’d be perfect as our manager,
you know that.”
Sighing
Harry grabbed his jacket and followed Draco out the door and down the stairs to
where Belle was holding the taxi. Draco
told the driver the address and settled back next to Harry. Belle looked at both of them with a pondering
expression that grew even more when Harry, tired from a fitful nights sleep,
laid his head on Draco’s shoulder. The
blond ignored it and continued to look out the window.
“Nervous?”
Belle asked looking at the two of them.
“No, and be
quiet, Dan needs some sleep,” Draco said softly.
Belle
raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The taxi
pulled up in front of the Wright building.
Draco nudged Harry awake and helped him out of the cab.
“Best wake
up now Scarhead,” Draco muttered. “We’re
here to play with the big boys.”
“Bite me
Ferret,” Harry brushed past Draco into the building.
Up in
Wrights office Draco and Harry were looking over the first draft of their
contract. Belle looked over their
shoulders. She could tell that Harris
seemed to have no problem with their popularity but that Dan was a bit
shy. They were such sweet boys, like
brothers really. She wondered if they
were gay.
“We’d like
to discuss some things with our manager first,” Draco looked over at where
Wright was sitting at his desk. “Is
there anywhere we can do that?”
“I’ll be
back in twenty minutes,” Gary Wright moved to his office door. “Take your time.”
“Harris,
Dan,” Belle interrupted their reading.
“I have a few questions to ask you two.”
“Go ahead
Belle,” Draco put a hand on Harry’s arm to stop him from saying anything.
“Are you
two gay?” Belle blurted out.
“Does that
really matter?” Draco raised a brow,
“No, not at
all,” Belle blushed. “I was just
curious.”
“As a
matter of fact both Dan and I are bi,” Draco answered for both of them. “It matters more about trust than anything
else for either of us.”
“What about
your past?” Belle asked. “I know almost
nothing about you, nobody does. Is Dan a
wizard?”
Draco and
Harry shared a look.
“What makes
you think that?” Draco asked cautiously.
“Well he
has that snowy white owl in the apartment,” Belle said. “My niece is a witch, she’s going to some
Magical school in France
where my brother and sister-in-law live.
She has a tawny owl and writes me letter sometimes. Dan’s owl just reminds me of hers.”
“We’ll talk
about this latter,” Harry said firmly.
“Let’s just focus on what we came here for and deal with other things at
home.”
Draco gave
Harry’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.
Harry was pale and looked a bit sick.
Desperately Draco changed the subject.
“It says
here that Wright will find us other band members,” Draco pointed out the
clause. “A drummer, guitarist, bassist,
and keyboard player, do we need anything else?”
“A deejay
mixer,” Harry suggested.
“I can do
that for you two,” Belle offered with a bright smile. “I can be a manager and deejay mixer. I could be a deejay with my eyes closed and a
hand tied behind my back, you know that Dan.”
“Ok, that’s
taken care of,” Draco decided. “What
about the part about other people writing our music and stuff for us? I don’t like that.”
“I’m not
agreeing to that,” Harry refused.
“That’s the
biggest issue you two have?” Belle asked.
Both men
nodded.
“I’ll
handle that,” She promised.
When Gary
Wright came back in the room Belle remained in her seat, shooting both Harry
and Draco a look to make sure they did the same. The owner of Wright Records merely smiled and
returned to his desk.
“Have you
reached a decision?” He asked.
“We’ll have
to turn this down,” Harry pushed the contract back across the table.
“We both
feel that having others write our music isn’t for either of us,” Draco
said. “Dan and I prefer to write our own
stuff.”
“That can
be changed,” Gary offered.
He took out
a pen and crossed out the offending clause, putting his initials next to it to
show that he was the one to make the change.
Satisfied both Harry and Draco agreed to sign the contract. Belle was enlisted as both their manager and
deejay should they require one.
On the way
out Belle was eerily quiet. She refused
to look at either of them until they reached the apartment.
“Now for
that talk,” She moved briskly in front of them.
“And don’t think I’m going to let either of you out of it.”
Once they
were safely in the apartment Harry used his Wandless magic to put up silencing
wards. Harry and Draco could both use
Wandless magic but Harry was definitely the stronger of the two.
“Both of us
our wizards,” Draco began. “And our real
names aren’t Harris Mallory and Dan Petersen.
I’m Draco Malfoy in the Wizarding World and this is Harry Potter.”
“I’ve heard
of both of you!” Belle exclaimed excitedly.
“It’s so cool to meet you two.
The Wizarding World is looking for you, you know. My niece wrote me all about it.”
“Yes well
we’d prefer that no one know where we are,” Harry spoke up.
“I won’t
say a word,” Belle promised. “Don’t
worry about a thing Dan. You two deserve
your own lives.”
Looking at
the two of them things made so much more sense.
If anything she felt even more protective of the two. They deserved to have their own lives. She made herself a promise that she would
protect them in any way she could manage.
“Well since
you know you can call us Harry and Draco,” The blond told Belle. “We don’t have to hide that.”
“I think I
might keep calling you Dan and Harris, just so I don’t slip up,” Belle smiled
gently.
Once Belle
was gone Harry laid his head in Draco’s lap.
The blond said nothing, merely ran his fingers through Harry’s hair in a
gentle petting motion.
“There’s no
going back now,” Harry whispered to the room.
“I’m not
going anywhere without you Green Eyes,” Draco reminded him. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Wasting
your life on me,” Harry sighed.
“My life is
worth wasting on you,” Draco leaned down and kissed Harry’s forehead. “Now get up Scarhead, I want a shower and
then I plan on getting some sleep.”
Harry sat
up and Draco left for their bathroom.
Harry used the other bathroom and in no time they were tucked into their
bed, wrapped around each other like security blankets to keep the nightmares
away.
Gary Wright
wasted no time in putting together a band for the two boys who had decided to
call their group Savior. Franklin
was the drummer, Regina their
keyboard player, Tommy the guitarist and Leslie their bassist. Their first tour was of local clubs all
around England. Once their popularity grew Gary
had them into the recording studio.
After the
release of their CD, which both men were surprised was on the top ten for sales,
Gary and Belle set them up to do a tour around England.
“Hey
mates,” Franklin was sitting across
from them on the tour bus. “We’re almost
at our next stop, London.”
“We know
Frankie,” Draco used the nickname Franklin
had been given by Belle to annoy him.
“And we’re just so excited we could burst.”
“Don’t call
me Frankie,” Franklin took a
cushion and threw it at Draco, hitting him in the face.
“Knock it
off,” Harry said fiddling with the pencil in his hands. “I’m trying to write here!”
“You work
too hard Dan,” Franklin shook his
head. “Harris, you better drag him out
and do something fun tonight otherwise Dan’s gonna be a total loss when it
comes to the party after this tour is over.”
“Don’t
worry, I have something in mind already,” Draco threw both an evil smirk.
Harry
merely snorted and went back to working on lyrics.
Draco was
able to distract Harry from his work, although not in the way Franklin
had intended. He was walking around
their hotel suite in nothing but a towel, having just taken a shower, when he
stopped in front of Harry with his hands on his hips.
“Harry,”
Draco said. “I have a surprise for you
love.”
Harry
looked up, saw the lack of clothing Draco had on and dropped his pencil in his
lap.
“Harry lets
go to bed,” Draco said, confidence faltering slightly.
“Are you
sure Draco?” Harry asked. “I’m not up
for anything you’re not.”
“Positive,”
Draco came up to Harry and tugged him up.
Draco
deftly took off Harry’s shirt and Harry slipped out of his pants leaving him
clad in only boxers.
“So
beautiful,” Harry murmured in the hollow of Draco’s throat as he kissed and
nipped his way up to Draco’s lips.
When their
lips met Draco groaned and quickly went about deepening the kiss. Without much effort they were soon naked and
on the bed, kissing and touching everywhere they could reach.
“Draco,
take me please,” Harry said.
“Shh, just
lean back and enjoy,” Draco sensed Harry’s nervousness and his own as he kissed
his way down Harry’s chest pausing at each on of his nipples to suck and bite
at them, eliciting moans and gasps from Harry.
While he
had Harry distracted with pleasure, Draco groped around the bed for the tube of
lube Harry had earlier pulled from their luggage. He coated his fingers liberally. Tongue circling Harry’s navel, one hand
cupping and gently squeezing Harry’s balls Draco gently thrust his finger
inside Harry. Harry momentarily
stiffened at the intrusion but then his mind was reminded of the other
wonderful things Draco was doing to him.
One finger was joined by another accompanied by a gentle scissoring
motion to further loosen Harry for a third finger. Gently Draco thrust his fingers in and out of
Harry, gently stroking his cock as he did so.
“Please
Draco, now,” Harry murmured lost in sensation.
“Hold on
Green Eyes,” Draco kissed the tip of Harry’s cock as he withdrew his fingers.
He took the
lube and spread some on his erection.
“Get up
Green Eyes,” He whispered huskily. “On
your hands and knees now, like a good boy.”
Harry
complied readily enough, eager to be filled with Draco. Draco crawled up behind Harry, one hand on
Harry’s shoulder to steady himself the other guiding his cock carefully to
Harry’s entrance. He pushed slowly
forward.
“All right
Green Eyes?” Draco asked, kissing Harry’s sweaty shoulder, once he was fully
inside.
“Move
Dray!” Harry commanded.
“Always the
demanding Gryffindor,” Draco hissed at the tightness as Harry’s inner muscles
contracted around him.
He began
moving in and out in short thrusts. He
could feel Harry’s muscles loosen a bit more and judging by the moans Draco
knew it was safe to thrust even harder.
He pulled all the way out and thrust back in, hitting Harry’s prostate.
“Oh god,
more, faster!” Harry cried out.
Draco reached
his hand around and grasped hold of Harry’s straining cock. He timed his thrusts with stroking Harry’s
cock. With the dual stimulation Harry
could feel his balls tighten and knew he was going to cum.
“Love you!”
Harry came violently over Draco’s hand and his stomach and chest.
Harry’s
inner muscles tightened painfully over Draco’s penis. Draco managed a few more thrusts before he
too came inside Harry. Gently he pulled
out and took the towel that had been around his hips from the bottom of the bed
to wipe the cum dripping from Harry.
“We need a
shower,” Draco rubbed Harry’s lower back with his hand. “Feel up to it?”
“Was
wonderful,” Harry said sleepily.
Draco
kissed Harry’s shoulder, “You were amazing Green Eyes, I love you, you know.”
“I know,”
Harry mumbled. “Let’s get that shower.”
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