Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I make a profit off of them. I'm just a fangirl full of squees for HP/DM pairings. I don't own the lyrics either. Song is an excerpt from "Hurt" by Christina Aguilera
A/N: Since you guys were so encouraging with reviews and favorites, I decided to continue the story a bit. Plus I couldn't bear to part with Draco's character. This chronicles the events after Harry wakes up in Draco's bed and what happens when Draco meets the Weaselys. Be sure to review and tell me what you think. ;]
Harry awoke to the smell of bacon. His mouth was abnormally dry as he tried to focus and remember where he was. Oh yeah. There was a show. I saw Draco. We came back and started drinking. I kissed him. There was some groping going on. He threw back to covers and rolled out of bed. How on earth can I make this less awkward? Harry stumbled towards the loo. He sighed as he looked into the mirror. A love bite rested right above his collar bone. Draco's nickname would be Dracula from now on.
"There's breakfast in here when you're done." Draco's voice rang out.
"Mmmk" Harry mumbled. So that's where the bacon smell was coming from. "Hey Draco?"
"Could you do me a favor and tell me where my clothes are?"
There was an attempt to cover laughter. "Back of the chair next to the bed."
Harry quickly grabbed his pants and shirt and put them on. Joining Draco at the table, he sat down in a chair. He wasn't sure what to make of the entire situation.
Draco sat at the other end of the table, chewing on a piece of toast. He was wrapped up in a big blanket and only his pink toenails were visible out of the bottom. "Help yourself, Harry. I ordered room service for the both of us."
Gulping down his orange juice with ferocity, Harry stared at the face in front of him. Even in the middle of the morning, Draco still looked gorgeous. It was something Harry wished he would have realized a long time ago. He would have had a lot of fun with the Slytherin back in his Hogwarts days.
"Why do you keep looking at my face?" Draco groaned. "I know I don't have any makeup on but-"
"Shut up." Harry smiled. "You're beautiful."
The corner of Draco's mouth upturned slightly. "You know you can cut the shit." He took another bite of toast. "I can tell by that confounded expression on your face that you're wondering about last night. We didn't have sex. You basically got to 2nd base before you passed out in my bed. I had the decency to remove your clothes while you slept like a baby."
"That wasn't my intention. I told you that I should have got a cab."
"So you were drunk." Draco rolled his eyes. "The only person I can get fondled by just happened to be drunk. My life is pathetic."
"No. That's not what I meant. It's sort of fuzzy, but what I did with you last night I don't regret. Well at least I think I don't". Harry could tell this wasn't going well from the disgusted expression on Draco's face. Fuck...
"Just get your things and leave." Draco unwrapped the blanket around him to reveal a pair of lacy underwear that hugged him in all the right places.
"Guh…" It was the only sound that Harry could make as he swallowed hard. Jesus Christ, he's so hot.
Draco walked across the marble floor, giving Harry a perfect view of his panty-clad arse. "I need a shower before my flight leaves. Let yourself out."
"Draco please," Harry followed him into the bathroom. "Don't take it the wrong way."
Draco spun around, his blond hair flowing. "And what is the right way then, Potter?"
"I…" He lost his train of thought as his eyes rested on Draco's body. He thought of Snape naked to will away his growing erection. "When you asked me to come up for drinks, I didn't come with the intention of messing around with you." Harry looked at the ground to avoid embarrassment. "I came to ask you if you would like to…you know…the eating thing and maybe a movie."
Draco cocked his head to the side. "Do you mean a date?"
Harry nodded his head. "I think you're a great person and I'd like to spend more time with you and get to know you better."
A smile formed on Draco's lips. "That's very kind of you. I'll accept your offer."
Harry smiled. "That's great!" He grabbed Draco and kissed him. He was surprised to feel Draco stiffen against him. Backing away, Harry frowned. "I'm sorry. I just made things really awkward didn't I? I thought it was ok since we-"
"Its fine, Harry. It just caught me off guard." Draco laughed, shaking his head.
"Right then. We'll keep in touch." Harry backed away and accidentally bumped into the doorway like an awkward teenager. "Didn't see that there. I'll just grab my things and…yeah…bye." Harry scurried from the hotel room.
Draco smirked to himself. What has that scared little Gryffindor got himself into?
Harry waited for his phone to ring. It had been two weeks since he last heard from Draco and he wanted so desperately to hear from him. Ring. Ring. Ring. You piece of shit.
As if on cue, his phone began vibrating across the table. Three rings and you won't seem desperate. He picked up his phone on the third ring. "Hello. Harry speaking."
"Hi Harry." The voice on the line was like satin against Harry's ears, silky smooth.
"Hey Draco. It's good to hear from you. How have you been?"
"I'm great. I just landed after performing in Milan. Actually I'm starving, so I was wondering if you wanted to meet me at Barney's for lunch?"
"Alright wonderful. I'll see you in 15 minutes." After clicking off his phone, he quickly ran into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He tried to do something with his hair but with no success. No amount of gel could get rid of his unruly hair.
Later, Harry turned the corner towards Barney's. He saw Draco standing in front of the building, one hand on his hip and the other scrolling on his phone. He was dressed in furry boots and a sweater.
"Hey there." Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry.
Harry returned the hug. "I'm glad to see you back in one piece." He looked at the entrance to Barney's. "Out of all the places in town, you choose the diner eh?"
"I was craving a burger and they have the best around."
They grabbed a booth towards the back and ordered their food. Harry sipped on his pop. "How was your performance in Milan?"
"Amazing. The fans there are just so excited about my music and the fashion there is to die for. I can't believe I had to leave so early."
"Yes, I thought you were supposed to be on tour. What brings you back here so fast?"
"I wasn't supposed to leave, but I wanted to get back to you Harry." Draco smiled. "I flew in for a day just for our date."
"I'm flattered." Harry smiled. "So this is a date huh?"
"Yes, and you're paying." Smirking, Draco nudged his foot against Harry's under the table.
Harry shared a glance with Draco. "I guess I am then, but I don't mind."
After eating their way through 2 big hamburgers and a shared slice of pie, they walked in the park together, side by side. Snow began to fall and it clung to Draco's lashes like little flecks of glitter.
"So do you fans know that you're a man?"
"I honestly don't know." Draco shrugged. "It never occurred to me that they didn't know. I look in magazines and they always refer to me as 'she' which is quite annoying. I guess it comes with the territory of the name 'Gabrielle'.
"How do your parents feel about your new profession?"
"They aren't thrilled of course." Draco paused to stare at some children running around on the playground. "My father found out one day when he dug through my bags and found my makeup and costumes. He ordered me stop immediately."
"What did you do?"
"I continued to do what I love." Draco smiled sadly. "It cost me my family, my inheritance, and the last shred of support I had."
Harry protectively wrapped his arm around Draco's waist. "You're gaining some support here with me. I've seen your show. I know the amazing voice you have. You have a gift and to sit there and not use it, that's just plain ridiculous."
Draco nuzzled against his shoulder, his blond hair tickling Harry's nose. "Come with me."
"Come with me." Draco said, staring into Harry's green eyes. "I know it's crazy, but I want you to come with me. I'm leaving for Paris tonight for a performance tomorrow."
Harry thought for a moment. Having to take off from work wouldn't be that easy, but for extra time with Draco, he would do it. "Get a ticket and I'm there."
The next day Harry sat in a hot tub on the balcony of a hotel room. He was waiting for Draco to finish getting dressed for the show. Letting the warm jets work his muscles, he closed his eyes in bliss. Soon he was interrupted by his ringing cell phone.
"Why didn't you tell me about this little vacation you've been planning eh?" Ron's voice came through the speaker.
"Because according to the ministry, I'm taking a sick day. FYI, this vacation wasn't planned either."
"You couldn't tell your best mate?" Ron sounded a little hurt. "How was it not planned? You just don't up and decide to go to Paris."
"Ron…How did you know I was in Paris? Did you use Auror devices to track me?"
There was a long pause on the line. "Maybe."
"I was worried! I wanted to know that you were OK."
"Well I'm fine."
"What are you doing in Paris?"
"Minding my business like you should." Harry retorted. He was interrupted by Draco walking out onto the balcony.
"Hey do you mind giving me a hand?" Draco smiled.
Harry placed a hand over the speaker of the phone. "I'll be right there to help with your dress."
"Aha! I thought I heard a woman's voice."
"That wasn't a woman's…" Harry stopped short. He really didn't want to deal with explaining to Ron so he just zipped his mouth.
"You're off canoodling with some mysterious woman that we haven't heard about."
"Yes Ron. I'm such a…canoodler." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Blimey! Bring her by the house on Sunday. I'll tell Hermione to cook us up a fine meal. I want to meet this lady friend of yours."
"But nothing. Be there by 7 for dinner. I can't wait to tell Hermione. You old womanizer you." The phone clicked in Harry's ear.
Draco watched Harry approach him through his mirror. "You look ill." Brushing powder on his face, he motioned for Harry to sit down.
"I need to ask you a favor."
"And that would be?" Draco asked, putting on earrings.
"Would you mind coming accompanying me to dinner with Hermione and Ron on Sunday?"
Brushing his hair, he turned to Harry. "I'm surprised."
"I knew you wouldn't want-"
"Yes." Draco interrupted. "I'll go with you. I'm shocked you would even ask me but I'm delighted. It will be funny to see the look on Weasley's…er Ron's face."
"Yeah a real blast." Harry said sarcastically.
Draco sauntered over to him and sat down on his lap. "You know if you're dating me, you should introduce me to your friends. Think of it as a first step towards our future."
Harry couldn't say no when a gorgeous man was sitting on his lap, but he most certainly realized that dinner with the Weasely's was easier said than done.
"You know you can loosen up your grip on that steering wheel. It's not going anywhere." They were on their way to the Weasley household, ready to have the infamous Sunday dinner that Ron had been talking about all week.
Harry didn't realize he was squeezing so hard, until he saw that his knuckles had turned white. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little nervous."
"You're beyond nervous." Draco stretched. "Let's play out this situation. What's the worst that could happen?"
"A nuclear bomb could drop the moment that Ron finds out who you really are."
Draco chuckled. "Eventually he will find out. It's just something you're going to have to brace yourself for Harry.
They pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door. Harry rang the doorbell and heard scrambling from behind the door.
"Get Hugo off the chandelier right now! I'm not kidding Ronald. He could hurt himself!" Hermione opened the door and smiled warmly. "Hello hello! Come right in."
They followed Hermione into the house, which was immaculate although 2 children were trampling throughout the place. Hermione leaned against the couch and motioned for them to sit down. She turned to Draco. "I know you from somewhere."
Harry grabbed the couch as he prepared for impending doom.
Hermione jumped on shock. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe it Harry."
"Yes, Hermione. I can explain..."
"Why didn't you tell me you were dating Gabrielle?"
Harry scrunched his brows. Gabrielle? Sure why not. "I guess it sort of slipped my mind."
"I'm such a fan." Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and shook it. "I can't believe you're here. I would have done something with the house."
"Your house looks fine." Draco smiled. He passed a questioning glance to Harry and he motioned for him to keep quiet.
"I'll have dinner ready in a few. Hey, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?"
"Not at all." Draco rose to his feet.
Harry grimaced in horror as he realized how well the girl talk would go when Hermione found out Draco was a man.
"Good to see you made it!" Ron came thudding down the staircase. "I was just barricading Hugo and Rose in the playroom. Saw the broad you bought with you. She's a real looker Harry." Ron punched him on the shoulder.
"Yeah something like that."
Ron sat down next to Harry on the couch. "So how is she?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, in the sack. She looks like a wild one."
Harry thought about the love bites and colored slightly. "Well I wouldn't know. We've only been on a couple of dates."
"Oh I see, taking the good girl route. She might just be misses material."
"Look Ron, there's something I think you should know."
"Dinner is ready. Come on boys." Hermione shouted from the kitchen.
Ron clapped him on the back. "You can tell me after dinner. I'm starved."
They all sat around the dinner table eating their food. Harry felt tense, almost grinding his teeth. He was hoping that all conversation would come to a standstill and he could get through this dinner and leave. Hugo kept giving him the stink eye and it made him uncomfortable that the baby had figured out what no one else had noticed.
"Food is delicious." Ron said, shoveling more into his mouth.
"I had some help." Hermione nodded her head towards Draco.
"It was really no problem." Draco smiled.
"So Hermione tells me you're a singer?" Ron questioned.
"That's my profession." Draco nodded his head.
"Gabrielle. What a name." Hermione sighed.
"It's a stage name." Harry was tired to waiting for the bomb to drop. He would light the fuse himself. "Tell them your real name."
"My real name is Draco Malfoy." Draco said calmly.
Both Ron and Hermione stared at Draco with mouths partly open, studying his face trying to find some tiny inkling that he might be lying.
"Oh you're pulling my leg Harry. Nice joke. How'd you get her to go along with it?" Ron chuckled.
"She's a he." Harry said, pushing around food on his plate.
Draco swallowed hard. "See…Adam's apple."
Ron leaned over the table, inches away from Draco's face. "Bloody hell. That is you, Malfoy. You prick."
Hermione covered Rose's ears with her hands. "Ron, watch your language."
"But you look so soft and womanly. Do you have tits?"
"Ron!" Harry wished he could sink into the floor with embarrassment.
"No, Weasley. All man. I can-"
Harry interrupted Draco. "You better not offer to show him."
"It's hard for me to believe you're Gabrielle. Gabrielle is a real woman." Hermione studied Draco's face.
"I'll prove it to you." Draco cleared his throat and took a sip of water. He began to belt out one of his favorite tunes.
"I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there
Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you."
Hermione sighed as she rested her chin on her hand. "Just Beautiful. You're the real deal."
"So Malfoy, how'd you figure out you like dresses and such?"
"Experimentation you can say."
Ron turned to Harry. "So how'd you figure out you like Malfoys in dresses and such?"
Draco turned to Harry. "Yes do tell. I'm curious how you figured out where I was."
Harry could feel his face getting hot as he fought to keep his composure. "I uh…saw an article on Gabrielle. I recognized Draco's face and I decided to get a ticket to go see him."
"Uh huh. The whole 'stalker crazy fan meets femboy of his dreams' situation." A smile spread across Ron's face.
"No. I didn't stalk him!" Harry's face was on fire at this point. "I just thought I'd talk to him and maybe have a couple of drinks."
"And boom goes the dynamite, you two are couple." Ron leaned back in his chair.
"We're not a couple." Harry shook his head.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Then what are we?"
"I'm not good with labels." Harry quickly changed the subject. "How about dessert? Oh yes, lets stuff our faces."
"I've got a key lime pie recipe I'd love to try with you next time. Take care you two!" Draco waved his hand at Hermione and Ron. He and Harry walked back out to the car.
"You're really amazing. You hit it off with them. They like you."
Draco smiled. "Like you said before, I'm a lot nicer than I used to be. Ron and Hermione are really good people. Too bad I was rotten to them during our school days. But no better time to make amends than the present."
Harry smiled as he sat down in the car. "Sounds like you plan on being around a lot more."
"Why should it matter to you? We're not a couple."
I knew that would come back to bite me in the arse. "I didn't mean in a bad way."
"Sure, Potter. I know what you want. You're just expecting some one night stand and…" Draco was abruptly cut off by a pair of lips.
Harry tugged on Draco's lip with his teeth before exploring the blonde's mouth with his tongue, steaming up the car windows. Draco moaned unabashedly as Harry slid his hand under Draco's shirt and toyed with the waistband of his pants. Accidentally hitting the car horn, Harry broke the kiss and looked Draco eyes. "Sometimes kissing you is the only way to shut you up. I was going to say that I wanted to ask you but I didn't know the appropriate time."
Draco traced his name on the foggy window and placed a heart under it. "Now's a best time if any."
"Do you want to make this an exclusive relationship, Draco?"
Draco nodded his head. "I take your offer of boyfriendship. Lets shake on it."
They both shook hands and laughed. On the way back to Harry's place, Draco drew 'HP' below the heart.