Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ It's Just Twelve Inches of Wood ❯ The Wide Awake Musings of Harry & Draco ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Slytherine
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Recap: “I would say you snuck into my bed, since I am still on my side of the tent.” Harry said reasonably as he laid his head back down. He didn’t want to get up and show Draco the erection he had gotten from just running his hands over the blonde’s chest, however unknowing it had been. Draco looked around the tent and saw, to his horror, that Harry was right. Draco’s pile of blankets was still in its place. His face burning, he fled the tent.Harry tried to get comfortable again as he lazily watched Draco storm out of the tent; maybe a few more minutes of sleep would be good while Malfoy got himself together. While his body was still groggy and in the early stages of awareness, his mind was wide awake and having none of that. This wasn’t necessarily what he had in mind when he signed up for this job. Working with Malfoy after their rivalry at Hogwarts was definitely an issue. And it was definitely a rivalry; one always trying to up the other. Well, that was primarily true on Malfoy’s part. The stupid prat just didn’t seem, or refused, to notice how Harry had never jumped into the spotlight; he was thrown there unwilling and unprepared for the consequences and repercussions it caused. It seemed people worshiped or hated him based off of something he had no control over and didn’t really want in the first place, everyone always demanding something from him. That was one of the main reasons he took some time away from life. And even though this job wasn’t necessarily what he wanted, it definitely beat lounging on the couch eating, sleeping, and hitting the occasional club, of course.I mean, he was 19 after all. Even though he definitely didn’t have much luck with the wizard clubs because of his status, that didn’t mean he couldn’t hit up the muggle ones, where he was just a normal guy trying to let loose. What better way to alleviate boredom then by sweating and grinding up on some other hot sweaty body, right? The only problem with the muggle bars is, depending on wear he went; they sometimes didn’t serve anyone under 21 any alcohol. Not that he was a heavy drinker by any means, only that everyone liked to knock back a few to loosen up. And it was so amusing whenever Hermione dragged Ron to a muggle club. Even though Ron was his mate and all, it was still amusing to observe him in a muggle atmosphere; he was so clueless. Like this one time, he got really wasted and got thrown out of Mood, a random club Hermione had found on her tour of the States in LA, because he started ranting about how blind muggles were and how they were saved from an evil Dark Lord; everyone within ear shot thought he was crazy and some big guys “escorted” him out. Hermione went him his, trying to calm things over with the bouncers while yelling at Ron for his drunken stupidity. Harry himself decided to hang back, and maybe go home with the very attractive male bartender that had been subtly hitting on him all night, offering him free drinks and conversation. Harry had never really hidden his sexuality because, in all honesty, he didn’t really know what he was. Physically, he favored men; chiseled jaws, broad shoulder, tight toned bodies, and that certain roughness was just something he found incredibly sexy. Women on the other hand were, normally, kind, caring, sweet, maybe a little demanding, but really, if you are a woman, it’s okay to be a little demanding. Women had to deal with a lot: their monthly problems, carrying a child, giving birth, taking crap at work and at home, society pulls them one way while they fight for the other. People sometimes say that while men are physically stronger, women can handle a lot more a lot better then men, which, in Harry’s opinion was completely true. He held a lot of respect for women, which is why he seemed to have a lot of female friends. Now in the aspects of relationships and potential life partners, he definitely preferred women. While some women could turn out to be vicious gold digging whores, they were as a whole pretty loving and giving and ready to move to a higher level then just the occasional fuck. Men, on the other hand, were all about the one night stands never-call-you-again-whatever-dude-leave; which got old after a while. I mean, at some point Harry figured he would like to settle down, date someone exclusively, and maybe start a family. Women seemed to offer him that; men weren’t usually ready or willing for a commitment. Not like he was looking or ready for that right now, but eventually it would be nice.So Harry was bisexual. He had only been in a couple of relationships and for the most part, they ended pretty badly. His first relationship, with Ginny, started and stopped in his 6th year, then started again after he defeated the Dark Lord. He ended up breaking up with her because of her extreme jealousy and explosive anger; he just didn’t need that. No one needs to come home to a crazy bitch screaming about non-existent elicit affairs. Harry was originally encouraged by Ginny extreme display of affection for him, but whenever he tried to bring anything up, important or not, she just never seemed to hear him. He could have a more responsive conversation with a fiery red wall then his fiery red headed ex. Everything was taken personally with her, from simple things like he wanted to cook his own dinners once in a while. “Why? Am I a horrible cook?? Cause let me tell you mister that I am an amazing cook! My mother taught me how to keep a man damn it! Why do you always do this to me, Harry, why?” To more serious things, and the incident that threw them both over the edge. “What do you mean you’re not sure you want to have a family with me?! Harry, I love you! I’ve always loved you! What? I am most certainly not manic! We would make great parents! Oh, Harry I love you so much and I’ve loved you so long, please stop hurting me like this! Please, Harry! Be that nice boy I loved again! You can’t just use me and leave damn it. You have no fucking right!” Eventually, her obsessive nature was too much and he broke up with her…and was sent to Mungo’s for a week in order for his body to repair itself from her inflictions upon it. Harry Potter could take on the most evil vile demon of a man to ever live, but he couldn’t take on a wild wicked Weasley. Then again, Voldemort wasn’t the little sister of his best friend. He kind of decided to lay off girls for a while, dated here and there for little bouts of time before anything really came from it; nothing serious. And then he met Aiden: 23, 6’3, crystal blue eyes, tan, built, shady dusty blonde hair, and gay. He had approached Harry at club Demi in Hogsmead and asked him to dance, then took Harry home and had his naughty little way with him. Overall amazing night, amazing attraction, really amazing sex, and crazy enough, he actually met Aiden 2 weeks later for drinks. Overall a pretty cool guy, very relaxed with things, took everything as it came. He was very deep; a writer. Well, store clerk by day, writer by night. The two of them had a thing for a few months, and things seemed to be going pretty well. Aiden was cool with the fact the Harry hadn’t ever really dated a guy before, and Harry was fine with his leading. What he wasn’t fine with was finding Aiden getting sucked off by a random guy he brought home. Apparently “exclusive” wasn’t really part of the overall dating plan. Harry ended it pretty quickly after that. He was a very affectionate person after all, and he didn’t want to have to share with someone else. Ever. It was hard, harder then the break up with Ginny had been, probably being he had had more of a connection with Aiden then Ginny. He felt more betrayed by Aiden then Ginny. And it hurt really badly, but it was for the best. After his two real relationships ended badly, Harry hadn’t really seen the point in dated seriously too much afterwards. He tried doing the casual dating or a one nightstand if he was bored, lonely or horny but eventually he would start to get attached and end it.

Hermione always listened to his problems and tried to psychoanalysis them for him, even though it got pretty annoying after a while. She was always encouraging him to keep putting himself out there, that he would eventually find someone. Sometimes he seriously doubted that.Sighing miserably and relatively annoyed at how his mind wasn’t allowing him the deserved rest he wanted to get, Harry grudgingly opened his eyes and climbed out from under then covers, his erection now gone, but his body stiff and his mind tired. Sometimes he didn’t really know what the point was. Maybe what he needed was a good fuck. It’s been what, weeks? ‘Hey, maybe Malfoy and I can go out for drinks after we finish this assignment.’ Harry thought to himself as he got himself ready to face the day. ‘Who knows, Malfoy would probably seem a lot better once I’ve knocked back a few,’ he thought, smiling to himself slightly at the image of Malfoy tripping wasted. Draco squinted his eyes and used his hand as a visor to block out the particularly bright early morning sun. This had already started out as a pretty bad day. Feeling up on Potter? Honesty, what was wrong with him? I mean, just because he’s gorgeous didn’t mean Draco had to drool over him like some sniveling 6th year Hufflepuff girl. He might not necessarily like Potter, or understand him that much, but there was no denying how amazing he looked. The amazing body with those green eyes, and that unruly hair seemed to almost contradict Draco. Unruly versus polished. Free versus confined. Well, Draco wasn’t really confined anymore though. His father was still in Azkaban, and his mother was still at the manor. And if he would have stayed, he would have been married to Pansy. He shuddered, disgusted by the prospect of even being around that whore. Honestly, a bloke could catch a disease touching that. Since even before he hit puberty, Draco knew he favored blokes. He just found them attractive. However, being a Malfoy, it was his responsibility to get married to a pureblood witch and have her birth his heir. And up until he was legal he did just that. He used to be proud of who he was. Draco Malfoy: son of Lucius Malfoy; rich, gorgeous, intelligent, and completely Slytherin. But with the second rise of the Dark Lord and his fathers allegiance to him, the Malfoy name because sometime to ridicule. It had been very hard for Draco to make the adjustment. But he managed, and came away from the experience at first, very angry. Angry at his parents for how they acted and how they raised him, angry at the Dark Lord for even existing and ruining his future, angry at the school because of there bias, and angry at himself for the way he acted. He was no better then the Mudbloods now. His name wasn’t even on the level of a house elf. So he did what any angry kid does; took his inheritance from Gringotts and left. Left his home and his old life and figured it would be enough.But it wasn’t. No one in the wizarding world would ever take him seriously as a defender of good or evil, because he didn’t have a side. His side was by himself, because you are the only person you can really trust. Most of his friends had stopped talking to him after he left. However, he did get together with Blaise Zanbini on occasion to talk, shop and drink. Overall it was a lonely life, but not a horrible one. This job was just what he needed. What he didn’t need was to be having randy thoughts about Potter. He didn’t even know his sexual preference, not like Draco wanted anything to happen anyway, but still. He didn’t even want to think about how awkward it would be if Draco ever came onto Harry only to find him straight and disgusted. And then Ollivander would fire him for coming onto a co-worker. And that was what Potter and him were now, co-workers.

Draco was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he tripped over a root, landing flat on his face on the forest floor. Quickly, he got up and dusted his clothes off. ‘Shit, now I’m falling for Potter. What the fuck is this world coming to?’ Draco asked himself while he straightened everything out and continued on his way, paying more attention to where he was going. ‘What if Potter would have seen that?’ he thought.‘Well, at least it wouldn’t be as bad as accusing him of trying to molest you in your sleep. Oh wait! You already did that didn’t you, genius?’ Draco continued plowing his way though the trees and shrubbery, making his way to the river. As he approached the bank, he thought about how Potter had dived in to save that Deminguise yesterday. He had such a savior complex that guy. And on a really weird level, Draco thought it was pretty sexy. He sat on the bank of the river, watching the sun glaze over it while he thought of the boy wonder. His clothing choices had definitely improved now that he actually wore clothes that fit him. He seemed mellower then when they were in school. He had definitely grown a lot. But I guess defeating an evil Dark Lord can have that effect on a seventeen year old boy. Draco sighed and dragged himself up from his comfortable position. He had left Potter hanging long enough. Carefully this time, he made his way back to camp. Silently praying that nothing too awkward would come out of this job and that there would be more. If Ollivander fired them because they couldn’t get along and work as a team, Draco wasn’t really sure he would be able to get a job anywhere else. And that would be unfortunate.Plus, Potter could be a welcomed distraction…