Long Strides to a Short Walk The REVAMP!

CHAPTER 2B

Long Strides to a Short Walk The REVAMP! 2017-2018 & 2021!

An AU, OOC, HP/DM slash fiction

MPG READ THE WARNINGS PAGE FIRST!

Summary: In their 6th year of school, it's now the end of the Season; as keeping with a Wizard Tradition, 'The Captain's Bet Dinner', Quidditch Captains Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter are about to take a short trek that will take them on a long journey, as a bet goes wrong, when hearts become the collateral, and lives, the folly of the Fates. 

 After bungling best friends with misguided 'pure intentions' stick their noses where they do not belong, the result becomes a Domino Effect, as others past & present are suddenly caught up in the fall.

Rated NC-17

By: AshleyMistMalichi

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine are MY OC's, my plot, and that's it.

The rest is OWNED by: J K Rowling & Warner Brothers.

ONCE AGAIN!!! Warnings: AU SLASH, M/M fiction, MALE PREGNANCY

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/BZ, OC/OC, OC/? With past references to JP/LM

Simple Summary:

A bet gone wrong,

Many a love gone sour,

Many a mistake made right,

And many a right wronged.

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Noticing his 'dinner' companions 'growing' interest, 

and 'expanding' discomfort Harry smirked, 

elaborating his movements of carefully running his tanned hands 

up down & all over his firm, round, leather clad arse, 

before slowly taking his seat, enjoying Malfoy's continued torture.

Was Draco really checking HIM out? Harry mused.

"Well," his inner voice 

(which did sound a lot like Snape for some reason) replied,

"what do YOU think Potter, you imbecile? TEN points FROM Gryffindor!"

Wincing inwardly, Harry quickly sat down; his clear emerald gaze

was still trained on his boyhood enemy, traveling up and down the blond boys' long, lean, body. 

One black brow hitched up approvingly, causing the faintest tint of pale pink to suddenly blossom across Draco's usually milky complexion.

Although similarly clad in tight black leather pants and black boots, and around his throat he wore a slender silver necklace with a tiny silver ring, after that, 

the similarity changed.

Draco's own silk shirt was tinted a soft pale blue, with silver threads weaved through out, 

giving the garment a surreal feathery glow.

His waist was surrounded with a slender silver belt with a snake head,

and like Harry's lion belt, it too clinched magically together, at the fangs.

Harry let go a low sexy whistle, giggling inside as he watched the pale pink, 

staining into reddish rose.

'Ah that Malfoy, it REALLY was just too easy to yank his chain.'

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Holding onto his famous Malfoy temper, Draco quickly followed suit,

draping his own robe over his chair,

but choosing to sit in the high back wooden seat across from Harry,

instead of the obvious one, next to the smirking twat.

Smiling sweetly at Tom, almost caused the older man to drop the wide, heavy mugs

of creamy, thick butter-beer he was now carefully placing onto their tabletop.

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"Ahhhh Thomas my good man,"

drawled the haughty teen,

" I do believe we'll BOTH be having the, oh GOD that, is just...the 'early-owl' house special?

And now I JUST HAVE to ask, why on EARTH is it named THAT?"

Draco demanded of the man point blank, like any DECENT Malfoy would, or should.

"Malfoy..." Harry warned lightly,

"Just bloody give the man YOUR order, so he can take MY order."

At Draco's curious stare, Harry nervously cleared his throat; a collective gasp behind them, proves they were not ONLY being watched, they were probably being judged.

Possibly, even bets were being made, as to who would best whom, next.

Politely covering a yawn, Draco was blatantly ignoring the OBVIOUS simpletons

behind him & his bitchy dining companion in FRONT of him.

Blinking his long thick sandy lashes, he waited for an answer to his question.

Never one to disappoint, and being the easy-going man he was, Tom just snickered loudly, daring to touch the young man's slender Elitist shoulder, giggling,

"It's called the early owl, Mr. Malfoy, cause once I make up the menu for the day, 

I don't give a hoot! And, I ain't changing it for no one!" He crowed, 

looking dead straight at the Wizarding World's Youngest Savior he asserted,

"Not even YOU Harry James Potter! You'll eat what I've fixed, or you can go elsewhere!"

Now, it was Harry's turn to blossom a lovely shade...He SERIOUSLY just wanted to, 'slip down into the seat', thinking maybe he might, 'even bounce inside, and floo up Tom's Chimney', as he darkly muttered to no one in particular; his narrowed gaze intently trained on the condensation of his sweating mug,

"I've never complained before Tom, why do you think I would start now?"