Boys on the Radio

Chapter Six

What's mine is yours,

You can have all of it,

I learn to beg.

**

Hermione and Ron were very careful with Harry over the course of the next few days. They never left his sight. They had of course figured Harry had not been totally truthful to them. Harry enjoyed their time together though, naturally, so he wasn't too put out. He appreciated their caring. But it unfortunately left basically no time for Draco, sadly.

So for now Harry returned to depending on the letters he and Draco sent back and forth. Missing each other more than ever too quickly, they even dared to write notes during their classes. When no one was looking, Harry quickly would pass a note to Draco. Then Draco would do the same. And Harry loved the notes Draco sent. They were often full of silly humor, or sarcasm, or making fun of the lesson, or anything Draco obviously knew would keep him entertained. Of course other times they were a bit more serious, concerning the next time they could meet, or how each other were doing. For four days after Harry had gotten high for the first time, this was their only form of communication.

Then, at the end of the week, it was finally time to select a new Keeper for Gryffindor. Harry was excited, of course. He loved Quidditch and wanted to start the new season. But it would be terribly awkward facing Draco this time around.

Harry showed up to Keeper tryouts in good spirits. He hoped to find a Keeper as skilled as Oliver Wood had been (wishful thinking) or at least nearly as good as Oliver (still wishful thinking). The old team was already on the Quidditch pitch, waiting for him, they sat on the stands, and the hopefuls were on the offside of the pitch.

"All right Harry?" Angelina smiled at him. She looked very nervous.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just anxious to find a new Keeper," Harry assured her. He grinned at his team.

As tryouts began, it became quite clear the majority could not have possibly been there to try out for the team. It seemed most had simply come to see the lunatic Harry Potter the Daily Prophet had been reporting. It certainly seemed like that anyway. Nearly all of them were completely dreadful. When they had nearly gone through them all, it seemed it'd be easier to have one of the old members simply play dual roles.

It was very hard to narrow it down as there weren't very many good ones. In the end, it seemed they had narrowed it down to about four half-decent players. Angelina decided to have them play a very short game with each and decide which worked the best for the team.

Everything was going pretty smoothly, at least initially. Then Harry's worst nightmare occurred. The Slytherin team came onto the field, putting tryouts to a halt. And to make matters worse, Draco was one of them.

It had not been Draco's idea. In fact, Draco had to finish a Potions assignment to begin with. But no, his fellow Slytherin team members insisted that they harass the Gryffindor team as they sought out a new Keeper. Draco had even tried to tell them not to waste their time, not that they listened.

It was going to be very odd indeed. Would he simply sneer and be evil to Harry as to not blow their cover? Could he simply remain silent and not be suspicious? And how would Harry react?

Draco was apprehensive as he scurried onto the pitch with the rest of his team. He hoped Harry did not think it been some elaborate idea of his own to torment his team as he had not even known of the idea till minutes ago.

"Honestly, man, what is that that you're flying, Johnson? Still on the Comet series are we? I think my great-grandfather flew that same model!" said Draco's captain, and Draco laughed with the rest of his team ...the joke had been funny. He had no allegiance to anyone there besides Harry anyway.

"Shut it!" Johnson screamed glaring at them all. "The field is booked for us and we certainly didn't invite any of you goons!"

"I'm sorry to tell you, but we don't take orders from filthy blood traitors and Mudbloods," hissed another of his team, mocking the Gryffindors a bit too far this time. The Gryffindors landed immediately. Harry looked nervous, but like Draco, he seemed to be trying to remain silent. Draco tried to signal to Harry, to give him some type of explanation if possible, sympathy even...

"Malfoy, tell us the story you told me how you saw Harry Potter with that blood traitor Ginny Weasley during the summer kissing? How disgusting!" said the Slytherin's captain.

His team laughed, but Draco did not. This made Draco quite livid, but he of course, did his best not to show it. He had never told anyone that nonsense story! Why did he lie to start even more problems? Would Harry believe him? Surely not ... but regardless, he did not particularly need any more false tension built up between the two of them.

But of course he had no choice, after all. Coming quickly to his senses, he put on the most evil grin. He looked at Harry, and attempted the most disgusting evil glare he could summon. Draco was terrific at saving desperate situations. He smiled at the rest of his team.

"Ha! Yes, of course. We all knew that little freckle-faced fire-head always had a thing for Mr. Potty. He gave in as it wasn't like he had many options!" Draco let out a mirthless laugh to seal it. He could do nothing. He couldn't have denied the story his captain had told.

The Slytherins all laughed, and glorified Draco for it. It was always this way, of course. Draco always had to lead them much of the time out of pointless situations like the current one ... at least, now he saw them as pointless. Harry had changed his perspective on so much.

Harry, luckily, seemed to have caught on. "Malfoy, you filthy git! You're so pathetic, making up lies to make your own life seem interesting. Fuck off!" Harry really was much less convincing, but it was passable. It was the Gryffindors who laughed this time.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. We don't need to be wasting our precious time with these filthy Gryffindors, anyway," said his captain, certainly loud enough for the Gryffindors to hear. He patted Draco on the back and they turned to leave.

And that's when Draco had his inspiration. He had only just come up with the idea. It wasn't exactly smart, and it was very reckless - almost Gryffindor, but it was the only way he could think of to communicate with Harry at that moment. So he did it.

"THE BOYS ON THE RADIO MEET TONIGHT," bellowed Draco, knowing everyone on the pitch had certainly heard him. Everybody looked at him as though he'd gone barmy, which was exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for. He just smirked as the Slytherins stalked off the Quidditch pitch.

**

Time was cutting close for Harry. Ron and Hermione had not gone to bed till nearly half after eleven. And then, of course, Harry had to wait for Ron to fall asleep, which thankfully, did not take too long. Harry careful crept out using the Invisibility Cloak with only ten minutes to spare.

And as he reached the top of the Astronomy Tower, Draco was waiting for him as usual, looking bored, as though he had been waiting ages. Harry had been late this time though. But he had no control over that situation. Not that it mattered anymore.

"You're late, Potter." Apparently it did. But he was smiling.

"Good to see you too, Malfoy," Harry said back, grinning. It certainly was. He had missed Draco a lot. The other night had been so confusing yet absolutely intoxicating he wished it would happen again. Knowing Draco, it would.

"Yes, well, they all want me," Draco claimed daringly. Somehow Harry was sure Draco probably meant this pretension.

"I missed you," Harry breathed, attempting to lead the conversation to a more serious tone. "That was dumb today at tryouts. I know you didn't actually tell him that."

"Yeah, I had a Potions essay to do and they dragged me along," Draco explained to him. "But anyway ... I see you forgot your broom, as did I."

Harry had completely forgotten. He turned red with embarrassment, ringing his arms along his side for a second. "Let's go to the Hog's Head, then," Harry finally suggested.

"I suppose," Draco agreed offhand in a rare gentle tone. "...In a bit though." Draco came closer to him. He had trouble speaking about his emotions sometimes. But he would show it. He stroked Harry's hair for an entrancing moment, breathed on the boy's neck. Then he gently kissed Harry. It was very intoxicating, as gentle as it was and all. It was the slightest touch that was enough to make Harry falter, somehow...

Draco put his hands on the waistband of Harry's trousers. Ever so slowly, he pulled them down. Harry knew what was coming and he could barely wait. Draco went down on his knees and pulled Harry's undergarments off immediately. (Harry imagined the time away from each other had gotten to Draco too!) And Draco's tongue slipped onto Harry's groin. Harry shut his eyes as he allowed Draco to pleasure him. His penis was inside Draco's mouth ... halfway ... and now nearly completely ... it was beyond intoxicating ... as though he had died in gone to heaven ... But he could not last as long this time.

He climaxed fast. As he did it was miraculous...For a moment, he could barely remember his own name or why he was even there or how he had gotten there. The only thing he knew was the intense pleasure he was feeling at that moment. It was indescribably perfect as he'd climaxed directly into Draco's mouth.

"Nice, Potter," Draco judged after a stretched breathless moment, out-of breath, and patted Harry's now flaccid penis a bit. "Liked that, did you?"

"Yes," Harry whispered.

Draco himself pulled Harry's trousers and undergarments back on. "And now for a bit of a drink...Or I mean, should I say, for us both to have a drink this time."

"But I want to ..." Harry began desperately. He had wanted to pleasure Draco as well.

"Later," Draco reassured him, almost as a request, asking for an understanding.

Harry did, and cracked a small smile. Then Draco took Harry under the Invisibility Cloak as they had done before to the Hog's Head. This time when they arrived it was completely empty besides the barman. They took a seat, and the barman came over to them.

"Back again, eh?" he grunted at them.

Draco nodded. "Fetch us some fine red wine, good sir," Draco announced in a way that was very "Malfoy", his demanding voice full of aristocratic superiority.

"Okay, chap, but it won't be cheap," the barman harshly returned. Without waiting for an answer he unappreciatively stalked away.

"Draco! Why'd you talk to him like that?" Harry demanded to know.

"Like what?" Draco said, daring to pretend sounding mystified.

"You spoke to him like a bloody house-elf!" Harry disapproved a little impatiently.

"Oh, right," Draco uncaringly replied, speaking as though of the weather.

Harry glared at him but said nothing. "We have sat at this same table on every one of our visits here, you know," Harry observed finally.

Draco had not realized that fact. "Have we? In that case..." He took his wand, and in the same lettering as in the Astronomy Tower, Draco wrote 'Boys on the Radio' on top the table in small print. Harry smiled at him happily.

"Lovely, Draco. Hopefully, we don't get accused of vandalism," Harry said, but they both laughed.

The barman came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured an equal amount into each. "I suppose you can do the rest, eh, mates?"

Once again, he stalked off.

"Cheers Potter!" Draco gestured brightly, and they shared a toast. Draco took a rather large portion of the red wine in his mouth. School had been quite stressful lately, had it not? He deserved it. Harry was apparently thinking along the same lines based on his liberal immediate intake. Feeling too satisfied with the scene; therefore, Draco hardly managed to say his approval as the liquor rapidly fingered his senses. "Oh, how just divine this is." He did quite love red wine.

"Yes, I like it as well," Harry agreed. "So, uh, have you heard from your father?" Harry must have been braver and more relaxed after a bit of alcohol in his system as that had been a bit of a bold, uninhibited question.

"I have -- twice. And it's been full of nothing good at all, Harry-- just horrendous stuff. I can bloody promise you that. Deplorable things to say, you know? He keeps telling me my destiny is sealed, I have no choice, and so on. Harry.... I ...." But he couldn't say what he wanted to say. It was too difficult for him. It was such a hard thing for someone like Draco, who did not let down his guard nearly ever, be forced to discuss.

"Draco, I'm scared for you," Harry said in a very quiet voice. Harry had said the words Draco needed to have said. Of course, it was easier for Harry. It always would be.

Draco did not know how to respond to that. It made him uncomfortable. He had never felt that anyone actually cared for him as much as Harry did at that moment. It was uncomfortable because it was new, and it did frighten Draco a bit. But somewhere, with Harry, he trusted his words. Draco table-turned him suddenly, anyway, though. "What about you? Has Dumbledore approached you?" It seemed easier for Draco to feel comfortable with his care for Harry somehow than with Harry's care for him. But only Draco knew that he had that problem, and not at all planned to share it with Harry upfront.

"No...But it's the ones around me... like Hermione or Ron, for instance...They act as if I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing, you know? As if there is anything I can do," Harry vented out. Draco felt the anger and confusion as though he didn't know how to handle any of it. Of course, it was what had brought them together - the impossible situations both faced.

"The hell with them, then. All of them," Draco said. They were on their third glass now. Draco was beginning to feel much more comfortable with himself. Harry laughed at Draco's comment, a bit too much really. The alcohol was getting to Harry a bit now.

"I wish we could just wish them all away," Harry said, a little slower than normal, and as if what he said wasn't exactly what he had planned on saying.

Draco took the last bit of the first half of the bottle, and swallowed it down in one gulp. Now, his head was spinning a bit. Why was the table shaking ever so lightly yet how was he still not moving ... Harry was shaking his face back and forth ... and the entire bar was moving in a bit of a wish-wash movement ....

"Harry, let's go. I'm tired," Draco conceded. His voice genuinely sounded worn. Harry too looked very tired, except Harry was less in control of good judgment un-sober.

"Why? We've only just begun!" Harry said in fervent protest. Harry was tired but still sounded lively.

"We're going, Harry. Take the bottle." Draco's tone was very final this time. He helped Harry up. Draco was still seeing the whish-wash movements and the world was spinning and he just wanted to get back to the castle. He left a few galleons for the barman, and grabbing Harry's hand, he tried to guide himself and Harry out of the Hog's Head, which as simple as it sounded in their present state was hard. Draco knocked into the wall twice as a matter of fact before reaching the door (which he also stumbled right into the next second).

Once they were finally on the empty streets of Hogsmeade, Harry let go of Draco. Draco turned around swiftly, reflexively going to grab Harry, but Harry was on his hands and knees. And Draco understood. Harry had drunk too much too fast. Harry was throwing up copiously in front of him. Draco simply watched him. Harry would probably be a bit more sober when he was finished.

Harry sat up finally. "Draco ... ah ... I feel terrible," Harry moaned. He was clenching onto his stomach still, and it was obvious he had become very weak.

"Harry...Come here, I'll take you back," Draco assured him, trying to be comforting. Locating his wand, he cast the spell. "Scourgify!"

The mess was off of Harry. He picked Harry up, and began carrying him down the street back to Hogwarts. It was difficult for him, so much, but somehow, knowing Harry needed him and that he was weaker than him made him stronger.

Harry was a bit better now. Draco was with him in the Gryffindor common room, which was completely empty, a fact he was most grateful for at the moment. They sat by the fireplace, and Harry was sprawled on the armchair, not sitting upright at all. Draco was watching him, surveying him. Draco had said he would not leave until he was sure Harry would be fine.

"I think I can go to bed now. I'll be okay. Take my dad's cloak. I don't want you to get caught," Harry said, mustering all of his energy to speak.

"No, Harry it's yours, I can't take it," Draco protested.

"No, Draco, please take it. I want you to," Harry said again, insistent, breathing deeply. "What's mine is yours, Draco."

"Harry, please ..."

"Go."

Draco lowered to his level and kissed him one last time for the night, a longer one. This one with concentration, with more passion than ever, and with a feeling Harry was afraid to dare think was emerging....But was it possible from Draco Malfoy?

"Be good, Harry," Draco weirdly advised. Whatever that meant, leaving it at that he left.

**