Water, Water, Everywhere (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Two

Goyle the gorilla looked like he wanted to argue. But instead, he nodded to the other goons and they traipsed back inside under Mr. Potter's watchful eye. Mr. Potter smiled down at Draco.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Malfoy," he said smoothly, rubbing his stubbled chin. "My men are uncouth but necessary." His tongue darted out and licked his lips. Suddenly, Draco felt like a mouse being cornered by a cat. Shit. What did this guy want from him? What was he going to do?

Had he just got himself in a whole load more trouble?

"You're s-sorry?" Draco stammered. He was shivering despite the heat of the evening. "I'm the one who caused a ruckus."

"Quite unintentionally, I'm sure," Mr. Potter said. Not sure what else to do, Draco nodded. "How about we start again. I'm Harry. The Leaky Cauldron is my place."

Draco swallowed as Mr. Potter – Harry – extended his hand. He shook it as firmly as he could, not wanting to appear weak.

"Draco," he said. "I was just going."

Harry narrowed his eyes, a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. "Now, why would you do a thing like that?" He turned, his coat swishing like a cape. "Come on."

He walked back down the corridor and the door began to swing closed behind him. Draco scrambled to catch it before it shut and locked him out. He wasn't sure what was going on, and he wasn't convinced he still wasn't going to end up at the bottom of Lake Michigan. But he couldn't seem to stop himself following on after Harry.

He was uncomfortably damp and waved his shirt away from his chest as they re-entered the club. The place was crammed, as always on a Saturday night. Draco had always felt like the Cauldron was a sort of sanctuary. A place to lose yourself.

That was before he'd caught the unwanted attention of the bouncers, though. He wondered if he'd ever be allowed back inside again.

The Cauldron was only accessible via a door hidden in the ally on the opposite side of the building from where they had just come from. You had to know the right brick to tap on to gain entrance. Draco had only heard about the place through his friend Blaise and had been coming for a little over a year.

He'd never heard mention of the owner, nor the fact he was so god damned handsome he should be in a moving picture. Draco gulped and pulled at his tie again.

Harry lead him through the back of the crowd. Luna Lovegood was on the stage, her ethereal beauty and charm captivating the crowd as the guys behind her whipped up a jazz storm. People danced and the booze flowed merrily as Draco struggled to keep up with Harry, despite his long legs.

Harry never once looked over his shoulder to check Draco was still behind him. It was like he just knew Draco wouldn't be foolish enough to do anything else but follow.

The bar itself wasn't huge. He and Harry crossed it in less than a minute. Draco had attended countless fundraisers that had bored him to tears in grand ballrooms all over the state. Give him a dark hole and a bittersweet cocktail any day of the week. Prohibition was for dried up stiffs who had given up on life.

When they reached the other side of the bar, Harry unlocked a door in the wall Draco had never even noticed in all his visits. Only then did Harry flash a grin over his shoulder as he pocketed the silver key.

"Join me?" he asked.

Draco swallowed, his mouth like sand. He couldn't talk, so he just nodded and pushed his hair back out of his face again. Harry's eyes lingered on him for just a second, then he extended his arm, inviting Draco up the stairs beyond.

Trying to stop his knees wobbling, Draco did as he was told. He brushed past Harry, feeling just a hint of the firm body that hid beneath his pristine suit. Draco hurried past, not wanting his cock to react in any inappropriate way.

He wasn't sure, but he thought he might have heard Harry snicker as he locked the door behind them. A single, naked bulb illuminated the stair as Draco walked cautiously upwards, unsure where he was heading.

"The door on the right," Harry said. He was surprisingly close, making Draco shiver.

As indicated, they reached a small landing where there was a doorway waiting for them. Draco tried the handle, but it was locked.

"Oh, my apologies," Harry said.

He came up behind Draco with another key, their bodies almost touching as Harry reached around and turned the key in the lock. Draco tried to hold himself as still as possible, not even daring to breathe.

Once the door was unlocked, Harry stepped back. Draco took that as a cue and tried the handle again, this time gaining them entrance to whatever lay beyond.

It was an apartment, a nice one too. Not quite the town house Draco had grown up in, but spacious and nicely furnished with mahogany floors and a grand gold-framed mirror that hung above a dining table. The place must have taken up a whole floor, Draco realized. It had electricity and, from the looks of the kitchen and bathtub, running water. All the modern conveniences.

The furniture was all lush velvet and polished wood. Draco knew he was gawping at the paintings on the wall and the crystal glassware, but he couldn't seem to help himself.

"Wow," he said. Who knew this had been here the whole time? "You live here?"

He turned to find Harry shrugging his heavy coat off to hang on the stand along with his hat. He slipped his suit jacket off as well, leaving him in a crisp white shirt and black suspenders.

"I do," he said. "Not that that's common knowledge."

Draco nodded hastily again, showing he understood. Warmth rushed through his blood. Harry was trusting him with this secret.

"It's neat," he said, then cringed. Neat?

Harry didn't seem to mind his corniness though. He gestured for Draco to sit down at the table. "Can I get you an Old Fashioned, Draco?"

Draco licked his lips nervously as he sat. "I'd love one," he murmured. He still wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt like whiskey could only help.