In Search of What Comes Easy - Part 29
Title: In Search of What Comes Easy
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 29 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Brian/Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry/Draco
Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows for HP. Pre 101 and beginning to overlap with S1 cannon for QAF.
Warnings: This story begins and ends with Brian/Draco - they are the OTP in this fic, but I hope you will appreciate the relationship between Harry and Draco too. M/M sex. Some violence.
Summary: Brian knows that Draco is a wizard. He knows about his shady past. But strangest of all, Brian also knows that he wants Draco in his life. But sometimes wanting something isn't enough.
And in case you hadn't guessed, I own NOTHING related to QAF or HP. I write for fun because Brian and Draco are hot together. :)
A/N: Man, I'm tired! But here it is!! A few of you guessed right about who the mystery man was. Hope you all enjoy!!!
~~Part 29~~
Draco's heart, which only seconds before had been leaping erratically in his chest in anticipation of the forbidden kiss, slams once, hard, against his rib cage. Then it restarts in a quick, adrenaline driven clip. He drops his hand from where he had been grasping Harry's waist, instinctively touching the small pocket on the side of his thigh where he keeps his wand. The feeling of smooth hawthorn beneath his jeans is a comforting presence.
He looks back at Harry, whose face is still intimately close to his. Their kiss had been a breath's width away, yet all romance has vanished from his eyes. It is replaced instead by focus and poise, having already intuited the serious nature of the situation. They are the resolute eyes of not only the man who had offed the Dark Lord, but also those of a damn fine Auror-to-be.
"You have your wand?" Draco breathes, his lips hardly moving and Harry nods. Draco turns towards their unwelcome intruder, tossing his head to move the hair off his face. But in that moment, it is a defiantly flippant gesture.
"So, Perry. We meet again. Does this mean you're my stalker now?"
The man stands only a few feet away from the table. His arms are crossed across his chest and his honey-colored curls outline a face that has the potential to be attractive, if it weren't for the look on his face that makes it look like he's just smelled something putrid. He takes a few steps forward into the circle of light around their table. A wave of his hand and a subtle shift in air pressure indicates the casting of a Notice-Me-Not charm. The wandless magic is rudimentary at best, but it does the trick, subtly muting the noise of the club around them and distracting the gaze of anyone who might look their way.
"This encounter is just an unfortunate coincidence, I'm afraid." Perry says as he takes a seat in the booth across from Draco. He looks once at Harry and snorts callously, before looking back at Draco. "You and I have really got to stop meeting like this."
"Agreed. It always ends so... unpleasantly, our meetings." Draco answers with mock sadness. "I'm glad to see your bruises have healed from last time though."
"Oh, you barely even left me with a scratch."
"Funny." Draco drones. "I didn't know mere scratches could bleed so profusely."
Perry sets his jaw, the corner of his eye twitching at Draco's jab. "So, people finally figure out just exactly who you are back in Pittsburgh? That why you're in New York? Trying to find a new place to hid from your past?"
"No, I just couldn't stand living in the same city as you, actually. So it's really unfortunate you're here. I've become quite fond of New York."
"Sorry to burst your bubble."
"Well you could always leave. I thought you were sick of the New York scene anyway."
"Free country. I can change my mind if I want to."
Draco snorts, "Yeah, that is assuming there is actually a mind in your head to change."
"Look, I didn't come over here for your witty banter."
"No? Shame. Any particular reason then, or are you just looking to have your face punched in again?"
"I thought I should warn your friend here." He tilts his head towards Harry, ignoring Draco's rising anger. "Explain to him exactly what sort of filth he's hanging around with. I never got a chance to warn that other guy you were with, so I feel like it's my duty…"
"The only filth I see here is you." Harry cuts him off, surprising both Perry and Draco when he speaks. His words are slow, but dangerous.
Perry smirks. Tittilated by the idea of facing off against not one, but two wizards. He turns, addressing Harry directly now.
"You look like a good enough guy. Trust me, you do not want to be seen with the likes of him."
Harry steals a glance out of the corner of his eye at Draco. Both men making a note of how Perry hasn't recognized him yet.
"And why it that?" Harry asks, his brain spinning with ways he can use this gap in Perry's knowledge to his advantage.
"You should see how he treats his lovers. His former one, a Muggle man, I can only imagine the Cunfundus charms he had him under just to keep him with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd even used the Imperious."
"No, Perry, that was you who used the mind controlling spells. And just so the record is clear that 'former' lover you speak of is still my current lover." Draco interjects, rubbing his fingers against his forehead, not daring to look at Harry.
"Really?" Perry asks, with a grin. "You two were looking awful cozy."
Guilt ripples through Draco's gut and Potter blushes, directing his gaze down and away from Draco.
"Just leave us the bloody fuck alone." Potter mumbles.
"But don't you know who this guy is?" Perry continues, leaning conspiratorially towards Harry and lowering his voice to a hush. "Do you have any idea what he's done?"
Harry's head snaps up, eyes suddenly glowing. "I know exactly who he. And I know exactly what he's done, because I was there." Harry says, fearless.
"How?" Perry asks curtly, looking Harry up and down. "You don't have the Mark."
"No, but I've got this." Harry pushes the hair on his forehead out of the way and Perry's eyes widen, bewildered, at the sight of the famous scar.
Draco can't quite believe it himself. Harry - Harry who hates flaunting his name, Harry who hates using his image as "The Chosen One" to sway people or gain power, Harry who keeps that lighting shaped scar covered with a smattering of bangs just to have any chance at being normal - is doing all those things he loathes, just to defend Draco.
Perry is well and truly stunned. And for a moment he seems to forget that he is supposed to be intimidating Draco, and simply stares at the man beside him.
"Wha-…I mean, is it really you?"
"Yes, it's really me." Harry says, mustering enough inebriated swagger to yank the reigns of this situation directly out of Perry's hands and squarely into his hands. "So what you really have to ask yourself, Perry," The name trips off his lips like one might say the punchline to joke, "Is if you feel like insulting the vanquisher of Voldemort tonight. Because when you insult my friends, you insult me. And, as I'm sure you're aware, I go to great lengths when my friends are in trouble."
Perry stares at Harry. And Harry stares right. Though his glare is the heavy lidded look of the very drunk, Potter still manages to make is daunting. After a few moments, where the tension at the table is almost palatable, Perry is the one to acknowledge the mismatch. He might be an ignorant bigot, but clearly he's not stupid enough to fight Potter, Draco thinks.
Perry stands, rolling his shoulders and lacing his fingers together, cracking his knuckles out in front of him. He drops the Notice-Me-Not charm and looks around the club casually, almost to see if anyone had seen him perform the magic. Which of course no one had.
"I'm not in the mood for fighting tonight." He says, looking back at the table. Then he gestures at his torso. "New shirt."
"A bully but still a fag." Draco says offhandedly to Harry, assuming this confrontation is finally over.
But then Perry is there, shoving a threatening finger into Draco's face. Perry towers over him, thuggish and heinous that he almost looks like a different man.
"Don't you dare think this is over, Draco Malfoy." Perry hisses, his nostrils flaring. "Some time, when you're alone, when you think you're safe, when we're not in public or surrounded by your powerful, little friends, I will finish this. Once and for all. It'll make what they did to daddy dearest look like a mercy sentence. And it will be nothing less than what you deserve, you sick son of a bitch."
With one last penetrating stare, that makes Draco's breath catch in his chest, Perry struts off. Only to walk directly into an oncoming Brian. The two men stare at each other for a fraction of a second, confusion flashing over Brian's already perturbed face. Perry makes a noise of disgust in the back of his throat as he recognizes Brian and finally slips off into the crowd.
Brian watches him retreat. Filling through the countless, nameless faces of men he's come into contact with over the years until he finally pairs that face with Perry's name. He hadn't recognized him without Draco's cock in his mouth. Or blood all over his face.
Brian sits down at the table, assessing the damage Perry has undoubtedly left in his wake. Draco is staring blankly at his hands clasped in his lap and Harry is chugging his beer down in a series great gulps.
"I've been walking around this corner of the club twenty minutes looking for this table and couldn't find you." Brian says gently.
"Notice-Me-Not Charm." Draco intones. His lifeless words tell Brian everything he needs to know about the situation. "You could have walked past this table for twenty years and never found us."
"So that was him? That was Perry?" Draco nods once, his lips pressed into a line, pale line. "How the fuck did he know we were here? Why isn't he Pittsburgh? What did he say?" When no one will meet his eye, let alone answer him, Brian snaps. "Will someone fucking tell me what happened?"
"Nothing." Draco mutters, shaking his head. Then he lifts his face towards Brian, but doesn't quite meet his eyes. "Nothing happened, Bri. It was just his usual bullshit. It doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter?" It is now Harry's turn to snap. He slams his now empty bottle down and gestures emphatically. "Draco, how can you say that? I just sat here as he threatened your life!"
"He what?" Brian flares, looking from Harry back to Draco.
"We should tell Chief Minor." Harry says, regaining some composure.
"Harry, no." Draco says giving Harry a pleading look. "Besides it's not like I haven't gotten them before."
Brian's hand is there in an instant. His warm fingers intertwining with Draco's beneath the table and a surge of reassurance, mixed with a healthy portion of fear, passes through him. He didn't think Perry could get to him anymore, but clearly...
He finally looks at Brian in earnest, seeing nothing but concern in those luminous hazel eyes of his.
"I want to go home." He tells Brian, who immediately springs into action, collecting coats and going to the bar to pay their tab. The evening having been brought to an abrupt and dramatic conclusion.
Fandom: Harry Potter/QAF crossover
Part: 29 of ??
Rating: Over all NC-17. This chapter is PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Brian/Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry/Draco
Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows for HP. Pre 101 and beginning to overlap with S1 cannon for QAF.
Warnings: This story begins and ends with Brian/Draco - they are the OTP in this fic, but I hope you will appreciate the relationship between Harry and Draco too. M/M sex. Some violence.
Summary: Brian knows that Draco is a wizard. He knows about his shady past. But strangest of all, Brian also knows that he wants Draco in his life. But sometimes wanting something isn't enough.
And in case you hadn't guessed, I own NOTHING related to QAF or HP. I write for fun because Brian and Draco are hot together. :)
A/N: Man, I'm tired! But here it is!! A few of you guessed right about who the mystery man was. Hope you all enjoy!!!
~~Part 29~~
Draco's heart, which only seconds before had been leaping erratically in his chest in anticipation of the forbidden kiss, slams once, hard, against his rib cage. Then it restarts in a quick, adrenaline driven clip. He drops his hand from where he had been grasping Harry's waist, instinctively touching the small pocket on the side of his thigh where he keeps his wand. The feeling of smooth hawthorn beneath his jeans is a comforting presence.
He looks back at Harry, whose face is still intimately close to his. Their kiss had been a breath's width away, yet all romance has vanished from his eyes. It is replaced instead by focus and poise, having already intuited the serious nature of the situation. They are the resolute eyes of not only the man who had offed the Dark Lord, but also those of a damn fine Auror-to-be.
"You have your wand?" Draco breathes, his lips hardly moving and Harry nods. Draco turns towards their unwelcome intruder, tossing his head to move the hair off his face. But in that moment, it is a defiantly flippant gesture.
"So, Perry. We meet again. Does this mean you're my stalker now?"
The man stands only a few feet away from the table. His arms are crossed across his chest and his honey-colored curls outline a face that has the potential to be attractive, if it weren't for the look on his face that makes it look like he's just smelled something putrid. He takes a few steps forward into the circle of light around their table. A wave of his hand and a subtle shift in air pressure indicates the casting of a Notice-Me-Not charm. The wandless magic is rudimentary at best, but it does the trick, subtly muting the noise of the club around them and distracting the gaze of anyone who might look their way.
"This encounter is just an unfortunate coincidence, I'm afraid." Perry says as he takes a seat in the booth across from Draco. He looks once at Harry and snorts callously, before looking back at Draco. "You and I have really got to stop meeting like this."
"Agreed. It always ends so... unpleasantly, our meetings." Draco answers with mock sadness. "I'm glad to see your bruises have healed from last time though."
"Oh, you barely even left me with a scratch."
"Funny." Draco drones. "I didn't know mere scratches could bleed so profusely."
Perry sets his jaw, the corner of his eye twitching at Draco's jab. "So, people finally figure out just exactly who you are back in Pittsburgh? That why you're in New York? Trying to find a new place to hid from your past?"
"No, I just couldn't stand living in the same city as you, actually. So it's really unfortunate you're here. I've become quite fond of New York."
"Sorry to burst your bubble."
"Well you could always leave. I thought you were sick of the New York scene anyway."
"Free country. I can change my mind if I want to."
Draco snorts, "Yeah, that is assuming there is actually a mind in your head to change."
"Look, I didn't come over here for your witty banter."
"No? Shame. Any particular reason then, or are you just looking to have your face punched in again?"
"I thought I should warn your friend here." He tilts his head towards Harry, ignoring Draco's rising anger. "Explain to him exactly what sort of filth he's hanging around with. I never got a chance to warn that other guy you were with, so I feel like it's my duty…"
"The only filth I see here is you." Harry cuts him off, surprising both Perry and Draco when he speaks. His words are slow, but dangerous.
Perry smirks. Tittilated by the idea of facing off against not one, but two wizards. He turns, addressing Harry directly now.
"You look like a good enough guy. Trust me, you do not want to be seen with the likes of him."
Harry steals a glance out of the corner of his eye at Draco. Both men making a note of how Perry hasn't recognized him yet.
"And why it that?" Harry asks, his brain spinning with ways he can use this gap in Perry's knowledge to his advantage.
"You should see how he treats his lovers. His former one, a Muggle man, I can only imagine the Cunfundus charms he had him under just to keep him with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd even used the Imperious."
"No, Perry, that was you who used the mind controlling spells. And just so the record is clear that 'former' lover you speak of is still my current lover." Draco interjects, rubbing his fingers against his forehead, not daring to look at Harry.
"Really?" Perry asks, with a grin. "You two were looking awful cozy."
Guilt ripples through Draco's gut and Potter blushes, directing his gaze down and away from Draco.
"Just leave us the bloody fuck alone." Potter mumbles.
"But don't you know who this guy is?" Perry continues, leaning conspiratorially towards Harry and lowering his voice to a hush. "Do you have any idea what he's done?"
Harry's head snaps up, eyes suddenly glowing. "I know exactly who he. And I know exactly what he's done, because I was there." Harry says, fearless.
"How?" Perry asks curtly, looking Harry up and down. "You don't have the Mark."
"No, but I've got this." Harry pushes the hair on his forehead out of the way and Perry's eyes widen, bewildered, at the sight of the famous scar.
Draco can't quite believe it himself. Harry - Harry who hates flaunting his name, Harry who hates using his image as "The Chosen One" to sway people or gain power, Harry who keeps that lighting shaped scar covered with a smattering of bangs just to have any chance at being normal - is doing all those things he loathes, just to defend Draco.
Perry is well and truly stunned. And for a moment he seems to forget that he is supposed to be intimidating Draco, and simply stares at the man beside him.
"Wha-…I mean, is it really you?"
"Yes, it's really me." Harry says, mustering enough inebriated swagger to yank the reigns of this situation directly out of Perry's hands and squarely into his hands. "So what you really have to ask yourself, Perry," The name trips off his lips like one might say the punchline to joke, "Is if you feel like insulting the vanquisher of Voldemort tonight. Because when you insult my friends, you insult me. And, as I'm sure you're aware, I go to great lengths when my friends are in trouble."
Perry stares at Harry. And Harry stares right. Though his glare is the heavy lidded look of the very drunk, Potter still manages to make is daunting. After a few moments, where the tension at the table is almost palatable, Perry is the one to acknowledge the mismatch. He might be an ignorant bigot, but clearly he's not stupid enough to fight Potter, Draco thinks.
Perry stands, rolling his shoulders and lacing his fingers together, cracking his knuckles out in front of him. He drops the Notice-Me-Not charm and looks around the club casually, almost to see if anyone had seen him perform the magic. Which of course no one had.
"I'm not in the mood for fighting tonight." He says, looking back at the table. Then he gestures at his torso. "New shirt."
"A bully but still a fag." Draco says offhandedly to Harry, assuming this confrontation is finally over.
But then Perry is there, shoving a threatening finger into Draco's face. Perry towers over him, thuggish and heinous that he almost looks like a different man.
"Don't you dare think this is over, Draco Malfoy." Perry hisses, his nostrils flaring. "Some time, when you're alone, when you think you're safe, when we're not in public or surrounded by your powerful, little friends, I will finish this. Once and for all. It'll make what they did to daddy dearest look like a mercy sentence. And it will be nothing less than what you deserve, you sick son of a bitch."
With one last penetrating stare, that makes Draco's breath catch in his chest, Perry struts off. Only to walk directly into an oncoming Brian. The two men stare at each other for a fraction of a second, confusion flashing over Brian's already perturbed face. Perry makes a noise of disgust in the back of his throat as he recognizes Brian and finally slips off into the crowd.
Brian watches him retreat. Filling through the countless, nameless faces of men he's come into contact with over the years until he finally pairs that face with Perry's name. He hadn't recognized him without Draco's cock in his mouth. Or blood all over his face.
Brian sits down at the table, assessing the damage Perry has undoubtedly left in his wake. Draco is staring blankly at his hands clasped in his lap and Harry is chugging his beer down in a series great gulps.
"I've been walking around this corner of the club twenty minutes looking for this table and couldn't find you." Brian says gently.
"Notice-Me-Not Charm." Draco intones. His lifeless words tell Brian everything he needs to know about the situation. "You could have walked past this table for twenty years and never found us."
"So that was him? That was Perry?" Draco nods once, his lips pressed into a line, pale line. "How the fuck did he know we were here? Why isn't he Pittsburgh? What did he say?" When no one will meet his eye, let alone answer him, Brian snaps. "Will someone fucking tell me what happened?"
"Nothing." Draco mutters, shaking his head. Then he lifts his face towards Brian, but doesn't quite meet his eyes. "Nothing happened, Bri. It was just his usual bullshit. It doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter?" It is now Harry's turn to snap. He slams his now empty bottle down and gestures emphatically. "Draco, how can you say that? I just sat here as he threatened your life!"
"He what?" Brian flares, looking from Harry back to Draco.
"We should tell Chief Minor." Harry says, regaining some composure.
"Harry, no." Draco says giving Harry a pleading look. "Besides it's not like I haven't gotten them before."
Brian's hand is there in an instant. His warm fingers intertwining with Draco's beneath the table and a surge of reassurance, mixed with a healthy portion of fear, passes through him. He didn't think Perry could get to him anymore, but clearly...
He finally looks at Brian in earnest, seeing nothing but concern in those luminous hazel eyes of his.
"I want to go home." He tells Brian, who immediately springs into action, collecting coats and going to the bar to pay their tab. The evening having been brought to an abrupt and dramatic conclusion.