Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 4: H-Town

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The next day Harry woke up a little on the late side and made his way into the Great Hall for breakfast. Now that Malfoy was stuck in a deal that meant he had to act at least a little more civil around him and his friends, truthfully, he was almost looking forward to spending a day with him. Harry had always found it a crying shame that such an incredible looking human could be such a horrible little brat. However, with Malfoy under strict orders to behave himself, Harry felt that maybe he'd be able to enjoy his day.

He flopped into a spare seat at the almost deserted Gryffindor table and loaded up his plate. Ron and Hermione must have already left for Hogsmeade, he thought idly. He was munching away when he became aware of a presence looming over the table, and he looked up into the oh-so-gorgeous face of one Draco Malfoy, who was giving Harry a very icy stare.

"Hey, blondie. What's up?"

Draco was not amused. "Very funny, Potter. What in the hell took you so long?"

"Ouch. Not really a morning person, are you, Drake?" Harry was leisurely sipping at his orange juice.

"Actually, I am very much of a morning person, which is more than I can say about you, you lazy slob! You're very late! We need to get moving, I have things to do!" Draco was scowling at Harry. "And don't call me Drake."

"Yeah, yeah." Harry just smiled at him and continued to eat. Draco scowled harder and sat down across from Harry. He crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Harry with a dirty look.

Harry looked at him and grinned. "You know, you're really cute when you're sulking." He resisted the temptation to ruffle Draco's hair.

Draco was scandalized. "I am no such thing, Potter! No Me history of our distinguished family has ever been, or will ever be, something as absurd as cute. We are much too dignified for such a...common adjective."

"Of course you are," Harry replied in a very patronizing tone of voice. Draco opened his mouth to deliver a haughty retort, but Harry was standing up, grabbing several pieces of toast and a napkin.

"Come on then, sunshine, if it's so important to you I'll eat on the way. Shall we go?" Draco stood up too, still very much in a sulk, and the two of them made their way out of the Great Hall and towards the town of Hogsmeade.

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Conversation between the two boys was, surprisingly, not awkward at all. With this new arrangement between them they had reached an unspokenement to act civilly towards each other. The two talked about Quidditch for a bit, then compared notes about classes, and finally talked a bit about their families, trying to get to know each other. Harry learned a lot about the history of the Malfoy family, and was surprised by how interesting it was. Malfoy was shocked to learn about the Dursleys, most notably that they kept the truth about Harry's parents and true heritage from him for all those years.

"So basically, Hagrid showed up at that little shack and you finally got the truth. And to think, the rest of us had to grow up hearing your bloody name over and over, Harry Potter, the great savior of the wizarding world, and here you didn't even know you were a wizard!"

"I know. It's insane. I can't wait until I'm old enough to leave the Dursley's for good. They're absolutely horrible."

"I always figured that you of all people, being the famous Boy-Who-Lived and all that, would have grown up coddled and loved."

"Oh, don't I wish. I would have settled for not hated." There was pronounced sadness in Harry's voice and eyes, and Draco actually found himself feeling uncharacteristically sympathetic towards Harry. Sure, his own dad was a nasty bastard and a Death Eater, but he had spoiled Draco rotten, and he had certainly never made Draco sleep in a cupboard.

Harry shook himself a little and grinned. "Sorry, that probably sounded overdramatic. Didn't mean to act like a drama queen. It looks like we're nearly there. Where do you want to head first?"

Draco, during the entire walk, had found himself watching Harry closely. There was no denying that Harry was gorgeous - Draco had known that for years. His messy black hair and bright green eyes were legend among the girls and a good chunk of the guys at Hogwarts. This last year had really been good to him as well. He was now quite tall, still had his summer tan, and really, was just positively shagalicious. And perhaps if he got a haircut, took off his glasses, wore some more stylish clothes...Harry had the potential to be almost as devastating as Draco himself.

Draco eyed Harry's clothes. Harry had explained that all his clothes used to belong to his cousin, who was huge, and that's why they were so baggy on him. Draco was suddenly very curious about the body underneath those clothes. Surely Harry had to be in good shape, what with being a Quidditch captain and very active and all? He made his decision.

"Glad Rags Wizard Wear. I have some shopping to do, perhaps we can get it all done first and then head over to the Three Broomsticks for drinks?"

"Sounds great," said Harry cheerfully. He had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.

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"Malfoy, honestly, I can't believe you spent all that money on me. You didn't have to do that, you know." Harry and Draco were sharing a cozy table at the Tmsticks, sipping on butterbeers. They were surrounded by shopping bags, most of them Harry's.

"Potter, how many times do I have to tell you - yes, I did. You are supposedly dating a Malfoy now. I am positively swimming in money and I'm not going to let you walk around looking like some urchin off the street. It makes me look bad by association. And don't try to tell me you didn't need the haircut, your hair was positively atrocious."

Harry scowled. He was not used to caring about his appearance, and Draco had just spent the whole morning cleaning him up. He had bought Harry tons of new clothes, forced him to get a haircut, and then surprised him with contact lenses.

"I feel like you're my sugar daddy."

"Your what?"

"It's a muggle thing. A sugar daddy is someone is spends tons of money on another person, usually someone who doesn't have a lot of money and usually with the implicit condition of getting sexual favors in return."

"Hmmm. Well, that doesn't quite work for us because I happen to know you're plenty loaded in your own right, Potter."

"Yeah. And you're not expecting sexual favors in return for all this stuff."

"What makes you so sure about that?" Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively at Harry, who promptly chocked on his butterbeer.

"MALFOY!"

"Just teasing you, Potter. I think we've established that I'm not your sugar daddy. Although," and here Draco lowered his voice suggestively, "you can still call me daddy if you want to."

Harry's cheeks flushed. "Malfoy, behave yourself." Draco smirked.

"Are you blushing, Potter? May I remind you that yesterday you practically announced to the whole school and my father that we were engaged in copious amounts of fairly kinky sexual activity? Don't tell me my flirtatious little comments are embarrassing you."

Harry scowled. The truth was, Malfoy's comments were embarrassing him, because now that he and Malfoy were engaged in this pseudo-relationship and actually spending some time together without fighting, he was finding it very hard to ignore how stunning Draco really was. He had luminous gray ehat were positively stunning when they weren't mocking and condescending. His hair looked so soft and shiny and lay perfectly in place, the antithesis of his own, and Harry was dying to run his fingers through it and thoroughly mess it up. And that body - Draco certainly knew how to dress to play up his assets, and Harry could clearly see a well muscled torso outlined under Draco's shirt.

And then to have Draco make flirty comments, even fake ones, in that sexy bedroom voice...Get a grip, Harry. This is still Draco Malfoy - he doesn't even like you, and he's certainly not going to let you shag him. Harry took a deep breath and tried to ignore his hormones.

He glanced around the Three Broomsticks. It was fairly packed with the usual crowd, but he and Draco were sitting close together and could whisper. It seemed like a good time to figure out the details of their relationship, and he mentioned this to Draco, who agreed.

"Potter, before we start, I have to ask you - why are you going along with this? There's nothing in it for you, and I haven't exactly given you a lot of reasons to do something nice for me."

Something nice for him, eh? I could do something very nice for him if he would just take off those pants - NO! Bad Harry! Harry gave Draco a nonchalant shrug. "Believe it or not, I don't mind. I feel for you, I would hate to have to marry someone I didn't even like."

"That's not the half of it. I know you know I'm gay, but did you know Pansy is too?" Harry shook his head no, looking amazed. "Well, she is. Some marriage that would have been. We both would have been miserable. You're doing both of us a huge favor here."

Harry waved it off. "It's nothing, really. No big deal. Besides," he continued, a teasing grin forming on his lips, "When it comes pseudo-boyfriends, I could have done a lot worse. You just spent a fortune on me and you're pretty easy on the eyes, you know."

Draco couldn't believe his ears. "Did you just pay me a compliment, Potter?"

"Don't get used to it or anything, Malfoy. So come on, let's think. What's our story? How did we get together?"

Draco pretended to think, but he was still pleased from the easy compliment Harry had thrown at him, and instead he found he was just staring at Harry. His new haircut looked very good. His hair still looked messy, but stylishly so now, and looked so soft and shiny that Draco caught himself wanting to run his hands through it. Harry's green eyes were shining brightly behind his glasses, and Draco had the fleeting thought that someone could get lost in those eyes, never to return. Since when did I get so sappy? If you must think thoughts about Potter's eyes, Draco, do not think sappy thoughts about getting lost in them. Think about how they would look if he were turned on. Or what if he was spread out on my bed with no clothes on? Would the color match my comforter? Yes. That's a much better thou - No! Brain - stop it! This is Harry fucking Potter you're thinking about!

"Okay, how about this?" Harry was speaking, and Draco forced himself to concentrate. "Beginning of this year, we both secretly had humongous crushes on each other, but we never thought the other would go for it."

"For obvious reasons. Like being mortal enemies."

"Well, yes. Exactly. And then one day we got into a huge fight somewhere, say the Quidditch pitch, and when we went at each other the next thing we knew we were snogging like mad."

"All that hatred turned to passion?"

"Right. And then somewhere along the line we fell in love, and then Bob's your uncle, here we are. Simple, but fairly believable, yes? I mean, as far as stories about falling in love with your arch rival go."

Draco nodded. "Not bad, Potter. Nice warm and fuzzy Gryffindor story. I'm sure all your lovely friends will buy it. Good thing the weasel knows the truth though, because I think otherwise he'd never believe us and probably pitch a fit."

"Malfoy," and here Harry fixed Draco with a very stern look, "I meant what I said yesterday. You have to be nice to my friends."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"I mean it, Malfoy! I know your aristocratic arse isn't used to associating with plebeians like us, but I'm not going to tolerate any rudeness from you. Got it?"

"Potter, are you really going to break up with me if I make the occasional snide remark about Granger or the Weasel?"

Harry gave him a wicked look. "I might. But I might not. I might choose to teach you a lesson instead."

At these words, Draco felt a little nervous, but hide it well. He scoffed. "Is that supposed to be some sort of threat? What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Harry's look got decidedly more wicked. "Damn straight it's a threat. What it means is that I won't hesitate to embarrass you. Remember when I smacked your arse in the Great Hall for saying the word 'mudblood'? I'll make that memory feel like a picnic."

Draco flushed. Stupid Potter

"It was my only condition Malfoy. Be nice to my friends. If you're not, I can't be held responsible for my actions. You've been warned."

Draco couldn't decide if he wanted to snicker, snarl, or sulk. "I'm not scared of you, Potter."

"Maybe you should be."

Draco chose to sulk.

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