Breath Underwater

By Raneynr Lerrqu

Rating: PG-13 → R

Summary: Draco is leaving his lover, Harry, and wont tell him why until he is about to leave.

Couple: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer and Author's Notes: I do not own these characters, places, or original plot. I am writing this for the pure fact that we enjoy playing with these two characters; I am not receiving any profit. I'd like to thank my betas: Naomi Jameston and Rynalin Onyx. Part 1 of 2 in the Seaward series.

Stormy grey eyes cringed in pain and then suddenly Draco fell from his broom. There was nothing he could do to save his own life; he would hit the ground.

Harry saw something that Draco hadn't noticed Draco was far from the pitch. Harry screamed and dove, Draco would crash into the lake. After Draco went into the water, Harry arrived. He skimmed the surface of the lake, searching for signs of Draco. Spotting him, Harry plunged his hand into the lake, coming up with Draco's cloak and eventually Draco himself. He sighed as he hauled him onto his broom and flew to shore.

He set down softly, lowering Draco into the grass as gently as he could. He leaned over Draco, putting his head against his chest, and screamed, "NO!" Harry lowered his mouth onto Draco's and began kissing him.

Poppy arrived besides Harry to see him kissing Draco, fully on the mouth, and started to speak, "Mr. P..."

Harry moved his mouth from Draco's own and placed his hands on his chest. He started to push, counting softly, "One, two, three, four, breathe..." Harry sucked in some air and once again started to kiss Draco.

Poppy gasped as she realized what Harry was doing. Muggle CPR, she'd never seen it done before. Harry repeated his steps several more times. Nothing happened. "Come on Draco!" Harry whispered fiercely as he pushed against his chest. "Breathe..."

Harry pulled back and received a wild limb flying into his chest. Draco coughed and spit up water. Slowly, Draco sat up, being supported by Harry's hand on his shoulder. "Thanks, watakushi no ren-ai."

"Domo, Drake," Harry whispered with a smile. "Please, don't try to kill yourself with only a week left of seventh year."

"I'll try, Harry."

"Mr. Malfoy," Poppy began, "to the hospital wing with you." Draco complied.

Harry sighed; Draco had gone back to the Manor and soon, Draco was going to leave to go somewhere. Harry shivered; whenever he asked about this somewhere Draco always said it didn't matter. But it did, to Harry.

That was why Harry now stood in front of Malfoy Manor. This appearance was going to royally piss off Lucius and slightly annoy Draco but Draco wouldn't tell Harry to leave. Draco would understand why Harry was here. Draco had told Harry that when he left to this mysterious place, they'd never see each other again.

Harry walked to the doorstep and knocked. The door opened and Harry eyed the house-elf, "I'm here to see young Mr. Malfoy."

The elf bowed and shut the door, Harry waited. When the door reopened, Draco stood before him. "Harry...?"

"Hello, ren-ai," Harry sighed, "you know why I'm here."

Draco nodded and showed Harry inside. They walked into Draco's rooms without concern. "You can put your things in that dresser; I'll tell the elves that we have company for meals."

"Of course, Drake," Harry whispered as he started to unpack his suitcase. So, Draco was allowing him to stay in his own rooms; they'd spend their last days together.

Two weeks had past with Draco using the days to arrange his own things, for his trip, and his nights proving his sadly undying love for Harry. Their emotions were so close to shattering, so close to being severed and yet so close to paradise.

It was their last night together for Draco was leaving in the morning. "Draco," Harry inquired softly, "can we have dinner in our room tonight?"

Draco smiled. It had become their room. "It is my last night here, you know; my mom will want me at the dinner table."

Harry sighed; nodding, "Very well."

Draco stood and walked away from his desk as Harry made his way across the room. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and whispered, "If it means so much to you, I'll tell her that I'd already promised to eat with you... We'll stay here."

Harry spun in Draco's arms and kissed him. "You mean it?"

"Yes, love, we'll spend the last night completely together."

Harry smiled. "What about a Jacuzzi dip after we eat?" Draco would never let them screw in the hot tub.

Draco sighed, "For our last night, a dip in the hot tub." Draco kissed Harry's forehead and walked out to make their arrangements.

The water was warm as Harry and Draco lowered themselves into the Jacuzzi. Draco leaned against the edge as Harry reclined into his arms. Sighing in contempt; Harry screeched as he felt hands wandering his hips. His swimming trunks were slipped off quickly and then Draco's pair followed. Draco chuckled and kissed Harry passionately.

Draco swivelled so Harry was sitting and Draco now in between his legs. Harry moaned quietly as Draco's hands caressed his throbbing length. "I love you, Draco."

"I love you, too, Harry," Draco said as he slithered down Harry's body and went under the water.

Harry gasped as his prick was taken into a warm, velvety mouth. After roughly six minuets, Harry exploded into Draco's awaiting mouth. Draco was swallowing his last mouthful as he resurfaced. Harry couldn't help but wonder how Draco could hold his breathe so long.

Draco smirked as he leaned over to Harry and kissed him intensely. "Draco..." Harry whispered eventually, "please, take me."

Draco slowly pulled back, moving them both to the other side, until he was sitting with Harry on his lap. Draco reached between them and slowly edged a single finger into his entrance. Harry gasped; it had been so long since he was bottom. Draco massaged the passage, adding additional fingers, for several minuets. "Relax, love."

Harry did as told as Draco positioned himself. Harry kissed Draco as he was penetrated. They started to slush about in the mostly-filled tub; Draco's mingling with Harry's. Harry placed his hands at Draco's shoulders and slowly started to rake his hands across his back leaving scratch marks cut into his skin.

Draco shuddered as he released into Harry, screaming. Harry moaned as he jettisoned into the water; slumping into Draco. "Love you, Drake..."

Draco smiled as he pulled them from the water, towelling them both off, "I love you too." He picked Harry up into his arms and carried him to his bed. He laid Harry down and kissed him sweetly as he pulled the covers over their wet bodies.

Harry woke up several hours before Draco had his alarm set. He rose and pulled on a pair of his boxers and then one of Draco's robes. Sighing soundlessly as he walked to the door, Harry went downstairs and into the kitchen. Three house-elves were already moving about in the kitchen, making fires in the entire house and talking about what to make their masters for breakfast.

Two jumped and raced to Harry's side as he entered asking to serve him. He signed loudly. "The only service I require is for you to get me things when I ask for them; I'm making a breakfast meal for Draco and myself... You can worry about Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy."

"I heed you, Master Potter; they will make one meal while I assist you in another."

Harry smiled and turned to look at the kitchen supplies. After about half-an-hour Harry walked up the stairs with a house-elf following him, a tray of food and drink in his hands. Harry opened the bedroom door quietly and went inside. He had the elf place the food in serving order on the table next to the fireplace. Harry lit the fire as he dismissed the elf.

After a short time, while checking on the heating charm that was on the food and the cooling charm on the juice; Harry walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. He leaned over and kissed Draco softly whispering, "Wake up, my love."

Draco stirred a few minutes later, sitting up gradually. His eyes fell on the table and he smiled. "You made us breakfast, love?"

"Of course, I did... It is the last time I'll be able too." It hurt Harry to say it and it hurt Draco to hear it. After they ate Draco laid back down on the bed; he was extremely pale. "Are you all right?"

"No, Harry, I'm not all right."

Harry sat down besides Draco and placed a hand on his forehead, "Drake, you're burning up!"

"I have to go now, Harry, I'm sorry..."

"No, Draco! What is it, what's wrong?"

Draco sighed. "I'm dying, Harry, and there is nothing you can do about it... I need to go back..."

"Dying...? Go back where, Draco, answer me?"

"I've been dying for near two months, Harry. As to going back...I can't tell you."

Harry paled himself. "If I mean nothing to you then don't tell me, but if you love me...tell me."

Draco sighed. "That would be blackmail... my love, but... I'm going home. I'm not a Malfoy; I was adopted when I was nine..."

Harry stared at Draco. "Then why can't I go with you?"

"You'll die," Draco whispered, "humans can't live there."

Harry's eyebrow rose slightly as he asked his next question. "Humans can't live there?"

"No, Harry, wizards can't either. If you hadn't guessed, I'm not human... I've never been human."

Harry paused, thinking back. Draco could hold his breath for fifteen minuets out of water, three hours underwater... maybe longer. A superior swimmer and extremely flexible... "What are you, then, love? Have you lied to me about who you are...?"

Draco cringed. "Everything about me is true except this... My species is Mermaid, actual term is Merman."

End Part One