BACK TO THE MAGIC WORLD
CHAPTER 1 : NEW LIFE
And Harry's last wish closing his eyes was for it to last forever.
Well, this is always said by someone who's in love. But in Harry's life it meant a desperate yell.
Today, 6 in the morning, I'm looking at the delicate and frailty form of (thanks to all saints) the love of my life... who has been with me since that terrible day in which I caused him so much pain.
I thought he was never going to forgive me, that looking at him during that night, in a foreign country, far from home, far from my embrace, that he wouldn't come back to me. I lost all the hope I bore just looking at his grey eyes, cold and full of terrible pain.
"Please, let me love you".
He just observed me. Without knowing what to do, standing in front of him, I wanted to run and embrace him and with the help of my wand, erase the past... and live our future... it was only a touch, but it couldn't be done. The movement of that stick had done a lot of trouble, and all could have been so easy, but...
"Harry... why should I have to give you an opportunity?"
My eyes, which had fallen to the pavement, rose to look at him. He had that beautiful and bright smile, with open hands towards me... waiting for me.
"Why Harry?"
Oh my! Is he forgiving me? Is he telling me that all the things that happened, all the pain I gave him, couldn't defeat us?.
"Because I'm the only one," I touched his hands, "who truly," and my lips lightly touched his, "loves you."
I had never felt so much happiness and love than when I felt his hand traveling on my back... nor when I felt his hands through my hair.
"Get me back home... Harry..."
I embraced him as if it was magic, and I brought him back home.
"Harry! Are you going to look at nothing all the morning? Aren't you going to sleep... taken into account that we haven't slept much during the night...?"
Draco was already awake. My face was red... I could feel it. But his face was slightly pink and his eyes tired due to the lack of sleeping since (as he had said) we didn't sleep a single minute last night.
"Did I wake you up?"
He looked at me firmly, without moving a muscle, or making faces...nothing.
"Harry Potter! To wake me up, you would need the whole English army!"
Then he chortled... all the mornings were like this, he always made me laugh with phrases from any "muggle" magazine... as he says. I approached him and gave him a tender and sweet kiss. He answered me by putting his soft arms on my shoulders and falling on the bed as we embraced and kissed each other with passion.
When I left... his face had that redish colour that I'm fond of... altough it makes me mad...fascinating... because I'll never stop admiring the beauty I have in front of me.
"I love you."
Draco smiled at me.
"And I love you Harry... a lot."
And my arms rounded him again. I was lost in his embrace, drunk in the scent of his skin... in mornings, I've always wanted to stay there, with him, being prisoner of his body and mind. May God hear me and make me his slave for eternity, for all his life, if only I could make him happier than this.
"Dear, why did you wake up so early?"
"I remembered something that I have got to do... but I suppose I could leave it for later..."
He was looking at me as if he wanted to decipher what I was plotting.
"What are you going to do Harry POTTER?"
He always says my surname when he is angry, or when he wants to know something that I'm not going to tell him, like now, because firstly, it is a surprise, secondly, I don't want to make him worried, and thirdly, because his birthday is near, and I don't want him to know right now.
"Nothing."
I got up. In that moment, I felt the cold rush of morning. Being in his arms had protected me from the chill, and now, when I'm away from them, it's as if I was alone, with a void inside me.
"Nothing? Great... and I thought that you were going to give me a surprise!"
It's good to be a wizard... but is he a fortuneteller too? I hope he hasn't remembered that it's soon his birthday in a few days, and that he doesn't realise that I'll make it one of the most enjoyable days of his life.
"Surprise? Do you want more surprises, Draco? Was last night not enough?"
And a pillow landed on my head. Draco was pretty angry. I went to take a shower while my laughs and more pillows come and went from our bedroom.
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"Yes! Don't worry, I'm quite sure that all will be as we agreed... Oh No! Everything will be okay. Tomorrow, I'll send a photographer to take excellent photos which will be attached to the article.... yes! Good bye."
I was wasting my time all day talking to absurd people whom I used to called "clients", very important people who I have to interview... to talk about them in my column.
Since I began to work for The Times, I thought that everything was going to be bad for me. That surely my bad temper, as always, was going to bring me more than one problem, and that again, I was going to live from Harry's money. It's not bad to live from his money, but I don't like to depend on someone, and If I can do something to earn money and feel useful, it would be all right.
The newspaper goes with me. It was ancient and had a lot of style. It seems like my family. It wasn't bloodthirsty, but was slightly sober and full of grace. Despite the short time I've been working here, 4 months, I've got a column in the newspaper which I called "Black Wizard" (everything has to be related), and many other spoilings that I, good column writer, could receive, and a large office. Of course I decorated it myself. It was a little dark, but was mine at the most, seeing I didn't like the paper with pink flowers in it, or the red one that the previous owner put. So I changed it into fairly nothing. I ordered black leather armchairs, a black mahogany desk, grey wallpaper, and my laptop.
That was my habitat, and it was fantastic!
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter has arrived. Should I let him in?"
I never liked secretaries since my father's time, but I have to have one, she was in the contract package when I accepted the job.
"He should be in my office. He doesn't need to wait."
The poor lady, pretty small and skinny one, closed the door, and after few seconds, the two doors of my office opened again. Harry, as always, looked a total luxury. Wearing a silk black shirt, a made-to-measure jacket and trousers from Armani, and shoes from Christian Dior, I gave a sigh of delight to see my beauty sin walking on the grey carpet of my office. As I always think while he is moving, he doesn't walk, he sails.
"To what do I owe your visit, Potter?"
My huge moron of a secretary stays at the door, waiting, as she says, "on instructions".
"You can leave, Margaret."
She closed the door behind her.
"I was just passing by, and I thought I would see how you were doing, that's all."
I stood up and joined my hands with his. His eyes shone behind that glasses that make me remember bitter past times in school, but I'm grateful, because Hogwarts introduced us. His lips outlined a tender smile, so beautiful that I didn't want to vanish it with a kiss. But he went forward. His lips covered mine, and his hands moved until they rested on my waist. Our breathing started to become desperate, as we needed air, but that didn't matter... the contact, being joined. was the only thing that mattered... the only thing I desired most. But due to nature, air was so vital that my beloved Harry left my already red lips, and began to look at me with those gorgeous eyes.
"I missed you all the morning."
Well, I guess he didn't know how much I missed him as well... perhaps double amount he states that he missed me.
"It's 5 o'clock, Harry, I only have an hour left. Could you please wait?"
He gave me another kiss, although on the forehead this time, and embraced me.
"Of course I can wait, but I don't think Hermione and Ron can!"
Hermione and Ron? What about the two of them? It's not like I don't like them, or that I have negative thoughts about them but...
"Haaaaarryyyy?"
His eyes were huge now, I think he is going to discover what I am planning.
"Yes, love?"
He looks as a little child observing me with those eyes made of jade. Why the bloody hell is he like this?
"Harry! You didn't tell me a thing about Hermione and Ron!"
I trapped you!
"Didn't you remember, honey? Today, like always, we go out to eat with them! Look, today is Thursday!"
Bloody hell, he always has the reason! Well if it's like this, and, as I can't see anything wrong... I took my jacket, turned off my laptop, and went out hand in hand with the person I love the most.
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When we arrived, the restaurant was practically full. Draco entered holding hands with me. The people turned to look at us, I know that they looked at him more than at me, because even though they always see me, Draco leaves people with open mouths. He always does it. The same thing occurs with me.
Hermione and Ron were already sat at the table. Ron was trying to convince Hermione not call my mobile phone so many times, because her digits were becoming red. Some time ago, I asked her why she didn't call Draco, and she told me that if she did it, it could explote or never turn on again. I never really understood, but I know Draco gives that impression.
"They are here! Late as always Harry!"
Hermione was as wonderful as ever. Being married to Ron had done wondrous things to her. However, Ron was tired, with dark circles under his eyes. I wanted to advise them not to do so much "exercise" at night, but Draco went forward.
"What happen Ron? You don't win a match?"
Ron's eyes widened, he was really furious, but Hermione responded before him.
"Of course not Draco. And you? Do you still sleep when you can?"
A low hit, and it also hit me! Draco laughed, he knew that the retort was used in a bad way, but he had just whispered in my ear,
"Don't worry, we can fix it at night."
Hermione didn't noticed our little dialogue. That didn't matter anymore, it was Draco and Hermione's problem. On my side, I was giving Ron a glass of water to pass the bad moment Draco caused. The poor man couldn't stand him till now.
"And, how are you Draco?"
Ron asked him just to calm the field, but my treasure wasn't as tranquil as Ron.
"Really good. Actually, to tell you the truth, excellent. Firstly, I closed a contract to make interviews for a month to the Royal Family. Secondly, I have been nominated for the Pulitzer. Finally, I left Harry dead in our bed and asking for more."
Ron and Hermione made a face of horror and a
why-the-hell-we-are-eating-with-a-pervert face. Before another problem arose, I changed the subject.
"Someone told me that the newspaper is going to give you a prize for the wonderful photos you took of Prince Charles. Is that right, Ron?"
Ron outlined a smile, I think he likes to be asked about that.
"Yeah, that's true! I'm pretty excited about that mate! I hope the prize would be some kind of travel to take Hermione out. I don't want her to be surrounded by four walls all the time."
"Well, throw one down and then you have three!"
Draco was still reading la carte, and Ron and I looked at one another. I think it'd be best to give Draco a warning before he installs a battlefield.
"Love, could we talk for a moment? I need to tell you something," I stood up and extended my hand to him.
"You're going to tell me to stop saying all the things I have been saying, aren't you Harry?"
Everyone was looking at me. I didn't know what to do.
"Oh, come on guys! It's just an interchange of silly things, sit down Harry! You look like the waiter who's going to take our order!"
Thanks Hermione, you're so gentle for telling me that I look like a waiter!
La soirée followed was excruciatingly calm. Draco didn't say a single thing. Hermione was talking about the bikinis that will be in fashion this summer, Ron was commenting about his prize and I... Me! I didn't know what to say. Draco was silent, looking at la carte, eating or drinking. Nothing else.
It was quite late. Ron and Hermione went home with their car. Draco got into our own car. I took the steering wheel, and we headed back home.
The way home was pure silence. Silence, along with our breathing. It was difficult for me to deal with his silence. At the red light, I saw his face. His eyes were closed. His lips slightly open, and his hands on his lap. I didn't know if he was feeling ill, so I asked him,
"Are you feeling bad, love?"
Draco opened his eyes. He didn't turn, he just looked at the cars that were at the left lane.
"Nothing like that, I'm okay."
The traffic light changed and my suffering began again, my awful nightmare on wheels. I couldn't realise what was happening. All was supposed to be perfect. What happen with him? I have to find out. What is happening?
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We arrived home. I opened the door and Draco entered. He was a bit fidgety. He went directly to the terrace and began to smoke. I, from my side, sat in the living room... in the darkness... trying to decipher what the matter was.
I couldn't take it anymore, and I approach him, embracing him from the behind.
"Tell me what's wrong! You are hurting me, you know?"
I didn't want to say hurt, but it was the truth; he was hurting me with this filthy indifference. I feared he had become the one he was before.
"What's up? What happened?"
"I'm giving you pain, Harry?"
And his hands touched mine. I now feared that the Draco I have been holding, vanished, and left me... and that in his place remained the shadow of whom I love so much.
"I'm hurting you because I'm being who I am, Harry?"
Why does he continue with this terrible psycological game? It's supposed to be finished. I don't want to carry on with it, this absurd game about a cat and a mouse... no more... it's enough!
"Enough, Draco."
And his hands began to shake. I felt his nerves begin to lose control, and begin to cream. I turned him, and embarced him. We fell to the floor, and I laid him over my chest. He was crying and crying... his hands grasping mine... they never left me. I let him be and his voice arose without him even realising it.
"I hurt you so much... love... so much."
Hurt... hurt... hurt... hurt. I don't want to hear that word, not now nor ever, no more... hurt... between us.
"Draco, what happened? You know you can tell about anything! We are a couple... we are a part of each other. Tell me! what happened?"
Silence again.
"Some weeks ago... you were acting pretty weird Harry..."
My hands caressed his back... trying to free all the tears from him...trying to make him stop crying.
"... and I don't know if you..."
His hands were attached to my shirt, his hair wet with his sweat... and he was trembling.
"... have stoppped loving me..."
Stop what? I don't understand.
"Stop loving you? Are you... are you saying that I'm going out with someone else while I'm with you?"
Draco took refuge near my neck. He didn't want to show his face... he just sobbed... he was scared that what he was thinking could be true... but it was just his imagination, that's all... just his imagination...
"Draco... I'm with no one besides you. We have fought a lot to be together. Don't think someone could be between us, because no one can."
Draco was looking at nothing.
"Draco? Did you hear me? Please understand... there's no one in my heart besides one person..."
My hands took his face and brought him near mine. His tears were falling down his cheeks. His eyes were so red from all the crying.
"... and that person is you..."
I gave him a delicate kiss. His hands took my hair and his confused breathing crashed on my face. It was incredible that he was thinking that of me. Although I did it once ago, I never knew what I now know about us. I couldn't do it, not with his love in my heart.
I rested him in my arms, his eyes still looking at me with a bit of fear... and full of questions.
"Ask me what you want, but before you do," I took out my wand from my jacket,
"you can use the Veritas charm to know if I'm telling you the truth."
His eyes were brimming with water again. He didn't want to catch the wand, or see it either.
"Harry! No, not that. Giving you more pain, no more, no that!"
My hands dropped my wand to the floor, and I clasped Draco in my arms.
"Then don't worry about stupid things like that. Nothing bad is happening. I'm just doing something that you'll love, but I can't tell you now. The only thing I can tell you is that is a surprise... but... nothing more."
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Surprise! A surprise? Is Harry giving me a surprise? My eyes joined with my lips... and I was smiling at him. I didn't know how such a stupid thing could have entered my head and make the person I love must suffer.
"Draco, I can't tell you anything now, I will tell you when the moment arrives, and that isn't so far, you'll see!"
My hands stroked his soft hair. My poor Harry was tired from the terrible dinner I provoked, as well as helping me come out of that crazy idea that I was turning into a global problem.
"Harry." My hands took his face. My eyes refused to leave his. My lips had a terrible desire of kissing him. The only thing I wanted was to feel his love... to hear him... to have him in my arms... to be able to reach him with my hands and never let him stray from me.
"Tell me love, what do you want?" His eyes never fell apart from mine.
"Show me how much you love me, Harry."
And a sweet smile formed upon his lips. With a little effort, he carried me, and his head rested on mine, bringing us towards our bedroom and behind us, the door closed.
Slowly he put me on the bed and sat beside me.
"You are the most handsome man on earth Draco. I'm so lucky you fell in love for me..."
Before he could tell me more things, I took him by his shirt collar, and pulled him towards me, on me, kissing him and covering him with caresses along his back. His hands adjusted the pillow that was under my head, and little by little, he uncovered the bed.
His love was invading me, there was so much the love that I was feeling, that I didn't even realise we were naked under the sheets. Harry always made me feel the more important things... and I suppose that's why I didn't know that he had undressed me.
"Love! what are you thinking about?"
His lips were on mine, rubbing it slightly. His eyes, not totally open, were looking at me, and his breath, so fresh and sweet, was invading the whole room. Just listening to that question, all the images about our recent holdings, caresses, and kisses, came to my memory, and in that moment I felt like I was the most loved man on this world.
"Of you... and just... being in you..."
My breath was faint. I didn't have much air, there was a little of what I had in my lungs, because all was carried away by him, while kissing me so intensely... without mercy... just how I like it.
Little by little, I felt his lips round my neck. Light bites were marking my pale skin, soft caresses on my chest were appearing, his heavy breath was moving across my hair.
"Ah! Draco! I adore you so much..."
The more he spoke, the more he made me feel loved and elated.
"Oh Harry! I love you... I love you..."
My hands sank into his silky locks. His lips didn't leave from tormenting my skin. He was going lower and lower, until he arrived at my chest.
His hands on my waist were drawing my silhouette. His legs began to grasp onto mine. I so much wanted him to hold me in his arms, and to be the one there and forever... but I knew that our love isn't like that. We have always wanted to go slowly, step by step, showing each other how much we love each another.
"Ah! Draco... mmphh! You are the best thing to happen to me in my life... the only good... and the only I have... never go away from me... never leave me alone!"
His hands travelled across my chest, as if he wanted to write his name on sand. As if he were marking me, putting "MINE" on me. His words were soft, and full of love. I had so much to tell him, so much to say... And little by little, he was descending until he was touching me most intimately. Where he, and just he could be.
"Ah... Ha... rry!"
My eyes opened and I saw him looking at me so detail, as I were a beautiful painting, just displayed in a museum where he usually attend.
"May I kiss you?"
I was astonished. Is he asking for a kiss?
"You have my permission, Harry Potter."
And his lips fell lightly on mine. He was still caressing me, breathing against me, while stealing oxygen from me, feeding me from that sweet and tender kiss.
"I think something down there needs attention, don't you, love?"
His smile turned from being angelic and beautiful into one full of lust. Of course, I granted his wish, because his are always mine.
He was going lower, kissing me, while he was sliding, until arriving at my hips.
"I really do think something needs a lot of attention, don't you think, love?"
I didn't know what more to say.
"What do you want, dear?"
What more tell him, I don't know.
"Tell me Draco, what more do you want, dear?"
I... can't... wait... anymore!
"Oh God! Harry... quickly!"
His eyes were playful.
"What? this?"
And his lips rounded my being, and with that, my breath disappeared. It was so soft, and so warm.
"Draco?"
Hell, Harry!
"Don't stop!"
He low his head and my hands caught his soft hair, holding him, tying my fingers up with it. My hips were moving by themselves. My breathing was irregular. I was so thirsty for him, and of his love. I want more and more.
"Oh Harry, more... more!"
And he stopped. His shinning eyes were gazing at me.
"More? I can arrange that, love, and far more than you think!"
His lips captured mine, and his hands were removing the sheets from my legs and arms. My locks, wet with sweat, were brushed from my eyes.
"I love you so much."
It was his last sigh after kissing me.
"Draco."
My eyes opened slowly.
"Are you sure, dear? I'm seeing you a little tired. If you want, we could do it later."
I gave him my best smile, the one it drives him crazy.
"Make me feel the most loved man on the face of this world, Harry!"
And as if it were an order, put my legs around his waist, and his lips rubbed delicately mine.
"In that case!... are you ready to still being immensely happy?"
My arms reached his neck and my fingers combed his hair.
"I was never before more ready than now!"
And our lips joined again, never to part. We turned into one person, and life changed from being fast and silly, to be simple and peaceful.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CHAPTER 1 : NEW LIFE
And Harry's last wish closing his eyes was for it to last forever.
Well, this is always said by someone who's in love. But in Harry's life it meant a desperate yell.
Today, 6 in the morning, I'm looking at the delicate and frailty form of (thanks to all saints) the love of my life... who has been with me since that terrible day in which I caused him so much pain.
I thought he was never going to forgive me, that looking at him during that night, in a foreign country, far from home, far from my embrace, that he wouldn't come back to me. I lost all the hope I bore just looking at his grey eyes, cold and full of terrible pain.
"Please, let me love you".
He just observed me. Without knowing what to do, standing in front of him, I wanted to run and embrace him and with the help of my wand, erase the past... and live our future... it was only a touch, but it couldn't be done. The movement of that stick had done a lot of trouble, and all could have been so easy, but...
"Harry... why should I have to give you an opportunity?"
My eyes, which had fallen to the pavement, rose to look at him. He had that beautiful and bright smile, with open hands towards me... waiting for me.
"Why Harry?"
Oh my! Is he forgiving me? Is he telling me that all the things that happened, all the pain I gave him, couldn't defeat us?.
"Because I'm the only one," I touched his hands, "who truly," and my lips lightly touched his, "loves you."
I had never felt so much happiness and love than when I felt his hand traveling on my back... nor when I felt his hands through my hair.
"Get me back home... Harry..."
I embraced him as if it was magic, and I brought him back home.
"Harry! Are you going to look at nothing all the morning? Aren't you going to sleep... taken into account that we haven't slept much during the night...?"
Draco was already awake. My face was red... I could feel it. But his face was slightly pink and his eyes tired due to the lack of sleeping since (as he had said) we didn't sleep a single minute last night.
"Did I wake you up?"
He looked at me firmly, without moving a muscle, or making faces...nothing.
"Harry Potter! To wake me up, you would need the whole English army!"
Then he chortled... all the mornings were like this, he always made me laugh with phrases from any "muggle" magazine... as he says. I approached him and gave him a tender and sweet kiss. He answered me by putting his soft arms on my shoulders and falling on the bed as we embraced and kissed each other with passion.
When I left... his face had that redish colour that I'm fond of... altough it makes me mad...fascinating... because I'll never stop admiring the beauty I have in front of me.
"I love you."
Draco smiled at me.
"And I love you Harry... a lot."
And my arms rounded him again. I was lost in his embrace, drunk in the scent of his skin... in mornings, I've always wanted to stay there, with him, being prisoner of his body and mind. May God hear me and make me his slave for eternity, for all his life, if only I could make him happier than this.
"Dear, why did you wake up so early?"
"I remembered something that I have got to do... but I suppose I could leave it for later..."
He was looking at me as if he wanted to decipher what I was plotting.
"What are you going to do Harry POTTER?"
He always says my surname when he is angry, or when he wants to know something that I'm not going to tell him, like now, because firstly, it is a surprise, secondly, I don't want to make him worried, and thirdly, because his birthday is near, and I don't want him to know right now.
"Nothing."
I got up. In that moment, I felt the cold rush of morning. Being in his arms had protected me from the chill, and now, when I'm away from them, it's as if I was alone, with a void inside me.
"Nothing? Great... and I thought that you were going to give me a surprise!"
It's good to be a wizard... but is he a fortuneteller too? I hope he hasn't remembered that it's soon his birthday in a few days, and that he doesn't realise that I'll make it one of the most enjoyable days of his life.
"Surprise? Do you want more surprises, Draco? Was last night not enough?"
And a pillow landed on my head. Draco was pretty angry. I went to take a shower while my laughs and more pillows come and went from our bedroom.
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"Yes! Don't worry, I'm quite sure that all will be as we agreed... Oh No! Everything will be okay. Tomorrow, I'll send a photographer to take excellent photos which will be attached to the article.... yes! Good bye."
I was wasting my time all day talking to absurd people whom I used to called "clients", very important people who I have to interview... to talk about them in my column.
Since I began to work for The Times, I thought that everything was going to be bad for me. That surely my bad temper, as always, was going to bring me more than one problem, and that again, I was going to live from Harry's money. It's not bad to live from his money, but I don't like to depend on someone, and If I can do something to earn money and feel useful, it would be all right.
The newspaper goes with me. It was ancient and had a lot of style. It seems like my family. It wasn't bloodthirsty, but was slightly sober and full of grace. Despite the short time I've been working here, 4 months, I've got a column in the newspaper which I called "Black Wizard" (everything has to be related), and many other spoilings that I, good column writer, could receive, and a large office. Of course I decorated it myself. It was a little dark, but was mine at the most, seeing I didn't like the paper with pink flowers in it, or the red one that the previous owner put. So I changed it into fairly nothing. I ordered black leather armchairs, a black mahogany desk, grey wallpaper, and my laptop.
That was my habitat, and it was fantastic!
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter has arrived. Should I let him in?"
I never liked secretaries since my father's time, but I have to have one, she was in the contract package when I accepted the job.
"He should be in my office. He doesn't need to wait."
The poor lady, pretty small and skinny one, closed the door, and after few seconds, the two doors of my office opened again. Harry, as always, looked a total luxury. Wearing a silk black shirt, a made-to-measure jacket and trousers from Armani, and shoes from Christian Dior, I gave a sigh of delight to see my beauty sin walking on the grey carpet of my office. As I always think while he is moving, he doesn't walk, he sails.
"To what do I owe your visit, Potter?"
My huge moron of a secretary stays at the door, waiting, as she says, "on instructions".
"You can leave, Margaret."
She closed the door behind her.
"I was just passing by, and I thought I would see how you were doing, that's all."
I stood up and joined my hands with his. His eyes shone behind that glasses that make me remember bitter past times in school, but I'm grateful, because Hogwarts introduced us. His lips outlined a tender smile, so beautiful that I didn't want to vanish it with a kiss. But he went forward. His lips covered mine, and his hands moved until they rested on my waist. Our breathing started to become desperate, as we needed air, but that didn't matter... the contact, being joined. was the only thing that mattered... the only thing I desired most. But due to nature, air was so vital that my beloved Harry left my already red lips, and began to look at me with those gorgeous eyes.
"I missed you all the morning."
Well, I guess he didn't know how much I missed him as well... perhaps double amount he states that he missed me.
"It's 5 o'clock, Harry, I only have an hour left. Could you please wait?"
He gave me another kiss, although on the forehead this time, and embraced me.
"Of course I can wait, but I don't think Hermione and Ron can!"
Hermione and Ron? What about the two of them? It's not like I don't like them, or that I have negative thoughts about them but...
"Haaaaarryyyy?"
His eyes were huge now, I think he is going to discover what I am planning.
"Yes, love?"
He looks as a little child observing me with those eyes made of jade. Why the bloody hell is he like this?
"Harry! You didn't tell me a thing about Hermione and Ron!"
I trapped you!
"Didn't you remember, honey? Today, like always, we go out to eat with them! Look, today is Thursday!"
Bloody hell, he always has the reason! Well if it's like this, and, as I can't see anything wrong... I took my jacket, turned off my laptop, and went out hand in hand with the person I love the most.
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When we arrived, the restaurant was practically full. Draco entered holding hands with me. The people turned to look at us, I know that they looked at him more than at me, because even though they always see me, Draco leaves people with open mouths. He always does it. The same thing occurs with me.
Hermione and Ron were already sat at the table. Ron was trying to convince Hermione not call my mobile phone so many times, because her digits were becoming red. Some time ago, I asked her why she didn't call Draco, and she told me that if she did it, it could explote or never turn on again. I never really understood, but I know Draco gives that impression.
"They are here! Late as always Harry!"
Hermione was as wonderful as ever. Being married to Ron had done wondrous things to her. However, Ron was tired, with dark circles under his eyes. I wanted to advise them not to do so much "exercise" at night, but Draco went forward.
"What happen Ron? You don't win a match?"
Ron's eyes widened, he was really furious, but Hermione responded before him.
"Of course not Draco. And you? Do you still sleep when you can?"
A low hit, and it also hit me! Draco laughed, he knew that the retort was used in a bad way, but he had just whispered in my ear,
"Don't worry, we can fix it at night."
Hermione didn't noticed our little dialogue. That didn't matter anymore, it was Draco and Hermione's problem. On my side, I was giving Ron a glass of water to pass the bad moment Draco caused. The poor man couldn't stand him till now.
"And, how are you Draco?"
Ron asked him just to calm the field, but my treasure wasn't as tranquil as Ron.
"Really good. Actually, to tell you the truth, excellent. Firstly, I closed a contract to make interviews for a month to the Royal Family. Secondly, I have been nominated for the Pulitzer. Finally, I left Harry dead in our bed and asking for more."
Ron and Hermione made a face of horror and a
why-the-hell-we-are-eating-with-a-pervert face. Before another problem arose, I changed the subject.
"Someone told me that the newspaper is going to give you a prize for the wonderful photos you took of Prince Charles. Is that right, Ron?"
Ron outlined a smile, I think he likes to be asked about that.
"Yeah, that's true! I'm pretty excited about that mate! I hope the prize would be some kind of travel to take Hermione out. I don't want her to be surrounded by four walls all the time."
"Well, throw one down and then you have three!"
Draco was still reading la carte, and Ron and I looked at one another. I think it'd be best to give Draco a warning before he installs a battlefield.
"Love, could we talk for a moment? I need to tell you something," I stood up and extended my hand to him.
"You're going to tell me to stop saying all the things I have been saying, aren't you Harry?"
Everyone was looking at me. I didn't know what to do.
"Oh, come on guys! It's just an interchange of silly things, sit down Harry! You look like the waiter who's going to take our order!"
Thanks Hermione, you're so gentle for telling me that I look like a waiter!
La soirée followed was excruciatingly calm. Draco didn't say a single thing. Hermione was talking about the bikinis that will be in fashion this summer, Ron was commenting about his prize and I... Me! I didn't know what to say. Draco was silent, looking at la carte, eating or drinking. Nothing else.
It was quite late. Ron and Hermione went home with their car. Draco got into our own car. I took the steering wheel, and we headed back home.
The way home was pure silence. Silence, along with our breathing. It was difficult for me to deal with his silence. At the red light, I saw his face. His eyes were closed. His lips slightly open, and his hands on his lap. I didn't know if he was feeling ill, so I asked him,
"Are you feeling bad, love?"
Draco opened his eyes. He didn't turn, he just looked at the cars that were at the left lane.
"Nothing like that, I'm okay."
The traffic light changed and my suffering began again, my awful nightmare on wheels. I couldn't realise what was happening. All was supposed to be perfect. What happen with him? I have to find out. What is happening?
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We arrived home. I opened the door and Draco entered. He was a bit fidgety. He went directly to the terrace and began to smoke. I, from my side, sat in the living room... in the darkness... trying to decipher what the matter was.
I couldn't take it anymore, and I approach him, embracing him from the behind.
"Tell me what's wrong! You are hurting me, you know?"
I didn't want to say hurt, but it was the truth; he was hurting me with this filthy indifference. I feared he had become the one he was before.
"What's up? What happened?"
"I'm giving you pain, Harry?"
And his hands touched mine. I now feared that the Draco I have been holding, vanished, and left me... and that in his place remained the shadow of whom I love so much.
"I'm hurting you because I'm being who I am, Harry?"
Why does he continue with this terrible psycological game? It's supposed to be finished. I don't want to carry on with it, this absurd game about a cat and a mouse... no more... it's enough!
"Enough, Draco."
And his hands began to shake. I felt his nerves begin to lose control, and begin to cream. I turned him, and embarced him. We fell to the floor, and I laid him over my chest. He was crying and crying... his hands grasping mine... they never left me. I let him be and his voice arose without him even realising it.
"I hurt you so much... love... so much."
Hurt... hurt... hurt... hurt. I don't want to hear that word, not now nor ever, no more... hurt... between us.
"Draco, what happened? You know you can tell about anything! We are a couple... we are a part of each other. Tell me! what happened?"
Silence again.
"Some weeks ago... you were acting pretty weird Harry..."
My hands caressed his back... trying to free all the tears from him...trying to make him stop crying.
"... and I don't know if you..."
His hands were attached to my shirt, his hair wet with his sweat... and he was trembling.
"... have stoppped loving me..."
Stop what? I don't understand.
"Stop loving you? Are you... are you saying that I'm going out with someone else while I'm with you?"
Draco took refuge near my neck. He didn't want to show his face... he just sobbed... he was scared that what he was thinking could be true... but it was just his imagination, that's all... just his imagination...
"Draco... I'm with no one besides you. We have fought a lot to be together. Don't think someone could be between us, because no one can."
Draco was looking at nothing.
"Draco? Did you hear me? Please understand... there's no one in my heart besides one person..."
My hands took his face and brought him near mine. His tears were falling down his cheeks. His eyes were so red from all the crying.
"... and that person is you..."
I gave him a delicate kiss. His hands took my hair and his confused breathing crashed on my face. It was incredible that he was thinking that of me. Although I did it once ago, I never knew what I now know about us. I couldn't do it, not with his love in my heart.
I rested him in my arms, his eyes still looking at me with a bit of fear... and full of questions.
"Ask me what you want, but before you do," I took out my wand from my jacket,
"you can use the Veritas charm to know if I'm telling you the truth."
His eyes were brimming with water again. He didn't want to catch the wand, or see it either.
"Harry! No, not that. Giving you more pain, no more, no that!"
My hands dropped my wand to the floor, and I clasped Draco in my arms.
"Then don't worry about stupid things like that. Nothing bad is happening. I'm just doing something that you'll love, but I can't tell you now. The only thing I can tell you is that is a surprise... but... nothing more."
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Surprise! A surprise? Is Harry giving me a surprise? My eyes joined with my lips... and I was smiling at him. I didn't know how such a stupid thing could have entered my head and make the person I love must suffer.
"Draco, I can't tell you anything now, I will tell you when the moment arrives, and that isn't so far, you'll see!"
My hands stroked his soft hair. My poor Harry was tired from the terrible dinner I provoked, as well as helping me come out of that crazy idea that I was turning into a global problem.
"Harry." My hands took his face. My eyes refused to leave his. My lips had a terrible desire of kissing him. The only thing I wanted was to feel his love... to hear him... to have him in my arms... to be able to reach him with my hands and never let him stray from me.
"Tell me love, what do you want?" His eyes never fell apart from mine.
"Show me how much you love me, Harry."
And a sweet smile formed upon his lips. With a little effort, he carried me, and his head rested on mine, bringing us towards our bedroom and behind us, the door closed.
Slowly he put me on the bed and sat beside me.
"You are the most handsome man on earth Draco. I'm so lucky you fell in love for me..."
Before he could tell me more things, I took him by his shirt collar, and pulled him towards me, on me, kissing him and covering him with caresses along his back. His hands adjusted the pillow that was under my head, and little by little, he uncovered the bed.
His love was invading me, there was so much the love that I was feeling, that I didn't even realise we were naked under the sheets. Harry always made me feel the more important things... and I suppose that's why I didn't know that he had undressed me.
"Love! what are you thinking about?"
His lips were on mine, rubbing it slightly. His eyes, not totally open, were looking at me, and his breath, so fresh and sweet, was invading the whole room. Just listening to that question, all the images about our recent holdings, caresses, and kisses, came to my memory, and in that moment I felt like I was the most loved man on this world.
"Of you... and just... being in you..."
My breath was faint. I didn't have much air, there was a little of what I had in my lungs, because all was carried away by him, while kissing me so intensely... without mercy... just how I like it.
Little by little, I felt his lips round my neck. Light bites were marking my pale skin, soft caresses on my chest were appearing, his heavy breath was moving across my hair.
"Ah! Draco! I adore you so much..."
The more he spoke, the more he made me feel loved and elated.
"Oh Harry! I love you... I love you..."
My hands sank into his silky locks. His lips didn't leave from tormenting my skin. He was going lower and lower, until he arrived at my chest.
His hands on my waist were drawing my silhouette. His legs began to grasp onto mine. I so much wanted him to hold me in his arms, and to be the one there and forever... but I knew that our love isn't like that. We have always wanted to go slowly, step by step, showing each other how much we love each another.
"Ah! Draco... mmphh! You are the best thing to happen to me in my life... the only good... and the only I have... never go away from me... never leave me alone!"
His hands travelled across my chest, as if he wanted to write his name on sand. As if he were marking me, putting "MINE" on me. His words were soft, and full of love. I had so much to tell him, so much to say... And little by little, he was descending until he was touching me most intimately. Where he, and just he could be.
"Ah... Ha... rry!"
My eyes opened and I saw him looking at me so detail, as I were a beautiful painting, just displayed in a museum where he usually attend.
"May I kiss you?"
I was astonished. Is he asking for a kiss?
"You have my permission, Harry Potter."
And his lips fell lightly on mine. He was still caressing me, breathing against me, while stealing oxygen from me, feeding me from that sweet and tender kiss.
"I think something down there needs attention, don't you, love?"
His smile turned from being angelic and beautiful into one full of lust. Of course, I granted his wish, because his are always mine.
He was going lower, kissing me, while he was sliding, until arriving at my hips.
"I really do think something needs a lot of attention, don't you think, love?"
I didn't know what more to say.
"What do you want, dear?"
What more tell him, I don't know.
"Tell me Draco, what more do you want, dear?"
I... can't... wait... anymore!
"Oh God! Harry... quickly!"
His eyes were playful.
"What? this?"
And his lips rounded my being, and with that, my breath disappeared. It was so soft, and so warm.
"Draco?"
Hell, Harry!
"Don't stop!"
He low his head and my hands caught his soft hair, holding him, tying my fingers up with it. My hips were moving by themselves. My breathing was irregular. I was so thirsty for him, and of his love. I want more and more.
"Oh Harry, more... more!"
And he stopped. His shinning eyes were gazing at me.
"More? I can arrange that, love, and far more than you think!"
His lips captured mine, and his hands were removing the sheets from my legs and arms. My locks, wet with sweat, were brushed from my eyes.
"I love you so much."
It was his last sigh after kissing me.
"Draco."
My eyes opened slowly.
"Are you sure, dear? I'm seeing you a little tired. If you want, we could do it later."
I gave him my best smile, the one it drives him crazy.
"Make me feel the most loved man on the face of this world, Harry!"
And as if it were an order, put my legs around his waist, and his lips rubbed delicately mine.
"In that case!... are you ready to still being immensely happy?"
My arms reached his neck and my fingers combed his hair.
"I was never before more ready than now!"
And our lips joined again, never to part. We turned into one person, and life changed from being fast and silly, to be simple and peaceful.
TO BE CONTINUED...