Sumertime and the Living is Crazy: Chapter 2
And so, onto Chapter 2!
Harry nodded and began to unbutton his shirt. Draco’s mouth went dry. The years of Quidditch training had been good to Harry and he had a tan from the summer. His abs were to die for. They were there, but not there and wow... Draco quickly looked away, and felt his cheeks flush ever so slightly. Harry didn’t notice a thing. Draco knew he had chosen the right person to play his boyfriend. Harry was indeed very hot, and he wasn’t afraid of a challenge however strange it might be. In fact Draco had had a small crush on Harry for a few years now, but he was in denial. However, seeing the Golden Boy here in his room unbuttoning his shirt had turned denial into a river in Africa and only a river in Africa. It hadn’t been just a strange brain-wave in front of his parents when he said that Harry Potter was his secret boyfriend.
Draco swallowed hard. He would never admit it aloud, but his hair looked kind of good when it was messy. He looked more like a sex god than the porcelain doll that he normally looked like. It made him look wild. Harry finished re-buttoning his shirt and looked Draco up and down.
“There’s still something wrong. You don’t look like you’ve been shagged silly. Come here,” Harry said. Draco stepped tentatively forward. Harry cocked his head to the side. “Hmmm,” he said. “I know what it is.”
“What is it?” Draco asked, trying to keep his breathing under control in front of this undeniable sex god. His change of password was certainly true.
“You need to make your lips look like they’ve been kissed,” Harry said simply.
“H-How do we do that?” Draco asked, hoping the only answer would be actually kissing.
“Well, there are three ways of doing it.” Draco’s heart sank. “One: We could actually kiss.” Draco perked up, but hoped it wasn’t visible. “But you wouldn’t want to do that.” Draco felt like screaming YEAH RIGHT before he realised that Harry hadn’t actually said that he didn’t want to. “Two: You could bite your lips. Or Three: You rub your lips with the back of your hand. Although that one doesn’t work so well. Of course, I have to look the same, but it’s your choice.”
Draco thought for a moment. He knew which one he wanted to do, but how could he convince Harry it was all for the act? He didn’t want Harry to know that he fancied him, so he would have to think of something fast.
“I think we should kiss,” Draco said and Harry’s eyebrows shot up. “BECAUSE,” Draco continued “We’re going to need to accidentally kiss in front of my parents to make them believe us right? So we might as well get used to it.” Draco gulped. He hoped Harry would believe this crap reason because Draco really wanted to kiss him. Harry’s eyebrows didn’t come down, but he nodded anyway.
“Come here then,” Harry said. Draco stepped forward, tripped and fell into Harry’s arms. “Well, that’s one way of doing it.” Draco blushed and looked up. Harry was smiling at him. He almost giggled before remembering who he was and stood up properly. Harry leaned over and before he knew it, he was kissing the Boy-Who-Lived. Except he wasn’t the Boy-Who-Lived, he was the Boy-Who-Kissed-Bloody-Well. He shivered slightly as Harry nibbled his bottom lip. They broke apart after a few moments. Draco was hardly daring to breathe.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that Potter?” Draco asked.
“Oh, erm, do you really want to know?”
“Yes!”
“Seamus.” Draco lifted an eyebrow. Harry blushed.
“You swing the other way Potter?” he asked. “Oh, and how do the lips look?”
“You cut me off before I could reply. Yes, I swing that way, you idiot. I was just kissing you.” Draco nodded, and pointed to his lips. “Needs more work.” Harry mumbled and captured Draco’s lips again. Draco stifled a moan. Why did this feel so right? This was only supposed to be a cover to stop his arranged marriage. He wasn’t meant to fall for Potter in the meantime, and yet here he was, making out with the boy wonder. Yeah, the boy with the wondrous tongue. They broke apart again. Draco glanced at the clock. They should probably head down for dinner now.
“How are the lips?” he asked.
“Very good,” Harry replied. ‘Yeah, no thanks to you, you fiend with the hot body and talented tongue.’ Draco thought. Wait, did I just say hot body? What’s wrong with me? Although, I guess it’s true…Denial was quickly coming back.
“We should get going,” Draco said, leading Harry out of his room. “Un-tuck your shirt.”
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They walked to the dining room in silence. Draco’s parents weren’t in there. They stood awkwardly for a moment before Harry said,
“You know what you said up in your room, about your parents catching us kissing…” Draco nodded. “Do you think now would be good time?” ‘Wow, Harry read my mind!’ Draco nodded again. “Fine, get your skinny arse over here,” Harry said, taking Draco by the arm and pulling him into the kiss. Draco marvelled at the softness of Harry’s lips and the skill of Harry’s tongue. Without thinking, he lifted his hands up and started running them through Harry’s hair. Harry responded by pulling him closer and inching a hand up Draco’s untucked shirt. ‘This couldn’t all be an act, could it?’ Draco’s heart was racing. He was loving every single second of this.
They heard muffled footsteps coming down the corridor and then a loud thump. They pulled apart and saw Narcissa lying on the floor, with Lucius bending over her looking angry.
“What’s wrong with Mum?” Draco asked.
“She passed out from shock,” Lucius replied coldly before muttering “Enervate.” Narcissa blinked and sat up slowly. A house-elf scampered out from the dining room and announced that dinner was ready. Everyone nodded and Narcissa slowly picked herself up.
Dinner was tense to say the least. Harry and Draco sat opposite each other, neither looking the other in the eye and Harry was forced to make small take with Lucius.
“This is a very lovely house you have, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said politely. Lucius sent him an icy glare. He tried many other conversation topics, all with the same reply, before losing his temper. “Look, stop glaring at me! It’s not like I’m going to start ravishing your son right here on the table at any moment, as much as I would like to. I do have manners you know!” Lucius merely raised his eyebrows and continued to eat. Harry was silent after that.
‘He’s sexy when he’s angry!’ Draco thought, smirking secretly into his chicken parmesan. He looked up and saw Harry looking at him strangely. Draco arched an eyebrow at him before returning to his food again. The rest of dinner passed in a tense silence and when it ended Draco gladly said goodnight to his parents and led Harry back up to his room.
“Harry Potter is a sex god,” Draco said.
“Heck yes,” Harry replied. Draco looked at him bewilderedly. “Oops, sorry. That’s my cousin’s fault. He watches this reality TV show about American kids at Catholic camp. They can’t swear, so they say heck yes, instead of hell yeah. I actually think it sounds cooler…” he trailed off, embarrassed. Draco nodded. He actually had no idea what a TV was, but he didn’t want Potter to know that.
They began to change into their pyjamas in silence. Draco snuck a look at Harry as he was doing so and was rewarded with the sight of Harry in just his boxers. They were orange with polka dots. Draco almost started laughing until he tore his eyes away from the boxers and onto the hot body underneath them. He felt his cheeks flush at the sight and quickly turned back to getting into his pyjamas.
They had a ‘who can brush their teeth for the longest amount of time’ competition in the bathroom. Draco got bored and gave up, but thought it was fun while it lasted. Draco was glad he had asked Harry to be his pretend boyfriend. He was good company and he wished they had stopped fighting sooner. Also, as an added bonus, Harry was an amazing kisser.
“Harry,” Draco said as Harry crawled into the bed beside him.
“Yeah?” Harry replied.
“You said you learned to kiss like that from Seamus, right?”
“Yeah… Why?”
“Just wondering. Were you two an item?”
“I suppose, but it was really just about the sex though.” Harry laughed as he saw the shocked expression on Draco’s face. “I’m being serious!” Harry laughed again.
“Oh. Well goodnight then,” Draco mumbled.
“What? No more questions about my personal life?” Harry asked, in an amused tone.
“Um. How many people have you… erm… done it with?” Draco asked tentatively not really wanting to know the answer. This was Harry Potter; The-Boy-Who-Lived; The-Boy-Who-Kissed-Bloody-Well; the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, for heaven’s sake! He could have anyone he wanted.
“Erm... three.” Draco was shocked. He would have thought Harry had bedded many more people than three. There were a lot of things Draco was slowly finding out about Harry…
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Harry nodded and began to unbutton his shirt. Draco’s mouth went dry. The years of Quidditch training had been good to Harry and he had a tan from the summer. His abs were to die for. They were there, but not there and wow... Draco quickly looked away, and felt his cheeks flush ever so slightly. Harry didn’t notice a thing. Draco knew he had chosen the right person to play his boyfriend. Harry was indeed very hot, and he wasn’t afraid of a challenge however strange it might be. In fact Draco had had a small crush on Harry for a few years now, but he was in denial. However, seeing the Golden Boy here in his room unbuttoning his shirt had turned denial into a river in Africa and only a river in Africa. It hadn’t been just a strange brain-wave in front of his parents when he said that Harry Potter was his secret boyfriend.
Draco swallowed hard. He would never admit it aloud, but his hair looked kind of good when it was messy. He looked more like a sex god than the porcelain doll that he normally looked like. It made him look wild. Harry finished re-buttoning his shirt and looked Draco up and down.
“There’s still something wrong. You don’t look like you’ve been shagged silly. Come here,” Harry said. Draco stepped tentatively forward. Harry cocked his head to the side. “Hmmm,” he said. “I know what it is.”
“What is it?” Draco asked, trying to keep his breathing under control in front of this undeniable sex god. His change of password was certainly true.
“You need to make your lips look like they’ve been kissed,” Harry said simply.
“H-How do we do that?” Draco asked, hoping the only answer would be actually kissing.
“Well, there are three ways of doing it.” Draco’s heart sank. “One: We could actually kiss.” Draco perked up, but hoped it wasn’t visible. “But you wouldn’t want to do that.” Draco felt like screaming YEAH RIGHT before he realised that Harry hadn’t actually said that he didn’t want to. “Two: You could bite your lips. Or Three: You rub your lips with the back of your hand. Although that one doesn’t work so well. Of course, I have to look the same, but it’s your choice.”
Draco thought for a moment. He knew which one he wanted to do, but how could he convince Harry it was all for the act? He didn’t want Harry to know that he fancied him, so he would have to think of something fast.
“I think we should kiss,” Draco said and Harry’s eyebrows shot up. “BECAUSE,” Draco continued “We’re going to need to accidentally kiss in front of my parents to make them believe us right? So we might as well get used to it.” Draco gulped. He hoped Harry would believe this crap reason because Draco really wanted to kiss him. Harry’s eyebrows didn’t come down, but he nodded anyway.
“Come here then,” Harry said. Draco stepped forward, tripped and fell into Harry’s arms. “Well, that’s one way of doing it.” Draco blushed and looked up. Harry was smiling at him. He almost giggled before remembering who he was and stood up properly. Harry leaned over and before he knew it, he was kissing the Boy-Who-Lived. Except he wasn’t the Boy-Who-Lived, he was the Boy-Who-Kissed-Bloody-Well. He shivered slightly as Harry nibbled his bottom lip. They broke apart after a few moments. Draco was hardly daring to breathe.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that Potter?” Draco asked.
“Oh, erm, do you really want to know?”
“Yes!”
“Seamus.” Draco lifted an eyebrow. Harry blushed.
“You swing the other way Potter?” he asked. “Oh, and how do the lips look?”
“You cut me off before I could reply. Yes, I swing that way, you idiot. I was just kissing you.” Draco nodded, and pointed to his lips. “Needs more work.” Harry mumbled and captured Draco’s lips again. Draco stifled a moan. Why did this feel so right? This was only supposed to be a cover to stop his arranged marriage. He wasn’t meant to fall for Potter in the meantime, and yet here he was, making out with the boy wonder. Yeah, the boy with the wondrous tongue. They broke apart again. Draco glanced at the clock. They should probably head down for dinner now.
“How are the lips?” he asked.
“Very good,” Harry replied. ‘Yeah, no thanks to you, you fiend with the hot body and talented tongue.’ Draco thought. Wait, did I just say hot body? What’s wrong with me? Although, I guess it’s true…Denial was quickly coming back.
“We should get going,” Draco said, leading Harry out of his room. “Un-tuck your shirt.”
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They walked to the dining room in silence. Draco’s parents weren’t in there. They stood awkwardly for a moment before Harry said,
“You know what you said up in your room, about your parents catching us kissing…” Draco nodded. “Do you think now would be good time?” ‘Wow, Harry read my mind!’ Draco nodded again. “Fine, get your skinny arse over here,” Harry said, taking Draco by the arm and pulling him into the kiss. Draco marvelled at the softness of Harry’s lips and the skill of Harry’s tongue. Without thinking, he lifted his hands up and started running them through Harry’s hair. Harry responded by pulling him closer and inching a hand up Draco’s untucked shirt. ‘This couldn’t all be an act, could it?’ Draco’s heart was racing. He was loving every single second of this.
They heard muffled footsteps coming down the corridor and then a loud thump. They pulled apart and saw Narcissa lying on the floor, with Lucius bending over her looking angry.
“What’s wrong with Mum?” Draco asked.
“She passed out from shock,” Lucius replied coldly before muttering “Enervate.” Narcissa blinked and sat up slowly. A house-elf scampered out from the dining room and announced that dinner was ready. Everyone nodded and Narcissa slowly picked herself up.
Dinner was tense to say the least. Harry and Draco sat opposite each other, neither looking the other in the eye and Harry was forced to make small take with Lucius.
“This is a very lovely house you have, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said politely. Lucius sent him an icy glare. He tried many other conversation topics, all with the same reply, before losing his temper. “Look, stop glaring at me! It’s not like I’m going to start ravishing your son right here on the table at any moment, as much as I would like to. I do have manners you know!” Lucius merely raised his eyebrows and continued to eat. Harry was silent after that.
‘He’s sexy when he’s angry!’ Draco thought, smirking secretly into his chicken parmesan. He looked up and saw Harry looking at him strangely. Draco arched an eyebrow at him before returning to his food again. The rest of dinner passed in a tense silence and when it ended Draco gladly said goodnight to his parents and led Harry back up to his room.
“Harry Potter is a sex god,” Draco said.
“Heck yes,” Harry replied. Draco looked at him bewilderedly. “Oops, sorry. That’s my cousin’s fault. He watches this reality TV show about American kids at Catholic camp. They can’t swear, so they say heck yes, instead of hell yeah. I actually think it sounds cooler…” he trailed off, embarrassed. Draco nodded. He actually had no idea what a TV was, but he didn’t want Potter to know that.
They began to change into their pyjamas in silence. Draco snuck a look at Harry as he was doing so and was rewarded with the sight of Harry in just his boxers. They were orange with polka dots. Draco almost started laughing until he tore his eyes away from the boxers and onto the hot body underneath them. He felt his cheeks flush at the sight and quickly turned back to getting into his pyjamas.
They had a ‘who can brush their teeth for the longest amount of time’ competition in the bathroom. Draco got bored and gave up, but thought it was fun while it lasted. Draco was glad he had asked Harry to be his pretend boyfriend. He was good company and he wished they had stopped fighting sooner. Also, as an added bonus, Harry was an amazing kisser.
“Harry,” Draco said as Harry crawled into the bed beside him.
“Yeah?” Harry replied.
“You said you learned to kiss like that from Seamus, right?”
“Yeah… Why?”
“Just wondering. Were you two an item?”
“I suppose, but it was really just about the sex though.” Harry laughed as he saw the shocked expression on Draco’s face. “I’m being serious!” Harry laughed again.
“Oh. Well goodnight then,” Draco mumbled.
“What? No more questions about my personal life?” Harry asked, in an amused tone.
“Um. How many people have you… erm… done it with?” Draco asked tentatively not really wanting to know the answer. This was Harry Potter; The-Boy-Who-Lived; The-Boy-Who-Kissed-Bloody-Well; the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, for heaven’s sake! He could have anyone he wanted.
“Erm... three.” Draco was shocked. He would have thought Harry had bedded many more people than three. There were a lot of things Draco was slowly finding out about Harry…
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