I'll love you forever
Don't own Harry Potter & co. This is slash; so if you're not old enough, don't read. You have been warned. This is revised, nothing is different cept the French. I thank libellule
For giving me the French, I had just looked up the words on an online dictionary. So, for you French…sorry lost my train of thought. ^_^ Review!
Draco lifted his head, glancing to his left then to his right. His robe fluttered around his lithe body in the night wind, creating an effect you only see in movies. His hand went to his mused hair, trying in vain to smooth the blonde locks. He failed and the hand went instead to his pocket. He pulled out a thin silver lighter from the front of his worn muggle jeans. He then reached into his other pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes; he pulled one out and placed it between his pink lips. The lighter moved to his face and with a flick of the wrist, the small stick was alight. Draco glanced around himself once more, seeing nothing he shoved the lighter into his pocket again and took a long drag from the cigarette. A fine plume of smoke fluttered around his pale head momentarily and disappeared into the night sky.
Suddenly the young wizard turned sharply, cigarette dangling precariously from his mouth, his wand out and ready, his light eyes alert. The boy in front of him raised his hands and smiled.
"It's ok, Draco. Just me." The boy smiled, his emerald eyes twinkling. "Why must we always meet at night?" The boy questioned wistfully, his dark head cocked slightly to one side.
"The Night has a thousand lights, the Day only one." Draco smiled ruefully and brought the lit cigarette once again to his mouth.
"Figures you'd answer a perfectly simple question with a riddle of some sort." The boy smiled warmly and moved to get closer to the blonde haired boy. " Where are we going?" he asked.
"Surprise," was the curt answer.
"Oh, you know how much I love surprises." Harry said sarcastically. Draco turned and dropped the little white stick to the ground, his foot descended on it and crushed out it's light.
"Right. That's why I didn't tell you. Anyway, we need to talk." Draco shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk. He heard Harry's boots crunching on the gravel behind him, matching his own pace. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, followed by another around his waist. The first hand was removed and then set on the other round his waist, a warm head set upon his shoulder. He kept walking; the wind tickled his face, sent the wild hair resting on his shoulder into his face. He could smell the other boy. He smelt of outside, like he'd just run through the forest and then laid on the cool grass.
"We're here." Draco whispered. 'Here' was a small clearing in the Forbidden Forest. Harry glanced around. He could just barely make out a small pond in the middle; the moon was mirrored in the middle of the black water. The grass sparkled with dew.
"Pretty." Harry murmured.
"Listen, Harry. I don't know how to say this." Harry glanced over at the boy. He was now standing near the edge of the water, his hand trailing through the water. He smiled and nodded. Encouraging Draco to continue.
Draco sighed and tried to go on. "We've been friends for awhile now right?" Harry nodded. "And we know each other pretty well, huh?" Another nod. "Well, I just want to say first, thanks for being my friend and all." Harry smiled at this.
"You're welcome."
Draco nodded nervously. "Yeah, well uh, I feel like you don't know me all the way and… well, I'd like to get to know you better too. I just, um, (swallow) I need to tell you this before you find out from someone else." Harry looked at him, slightly puzzled now.
Draco swallowed now and went on his nervous way. "Harry I…I feel."
Harry looked at the boy. Draco had stopped mid-sentence. "Like a material girl?" he offered. All he got was a puzzled look from Draco. "Never mind, please, go on."
"Potter," Harry noticed Draco had lapsed back into using his last name. This didn't seem like it was good bit o' news. "I can't see you anymore. Not…not like this. If we're going to start something, I need to know. I can't just keep screwing you like this. I can't do this anymore. If we continue to do this, I need something stable from you." Harry sat in stunned silence. "You, you told me we could stop if I said so. And I say so. I don't want this. I don't want you coming to my bed when you need a quick fuck. I don't want you to be able to just shrug this off and say afterward, 'Gee, Malfoy. That was a jolly good fuck. Thanks for being there.' And pat me on the back." Draco spat all this out while Harry watched on in silence.
The blonde haired boy now began to pace, his cool exterior was slowly melting away. "See, I know when we started it was all okay and lots of fun. But now, I just can't do this. No more sex, not under these circumstances. I just can't do this anymore, not like this."
"But Draco I thought you, of all people…"
"Yes, Draco Malfoy, king of casual sex. But Harry I didn't feel anything for them, so it was okay."
"But *we* don't feel anything."
"No, Harry. You don't feel anything. I do. I DO! I feel and I hurt and I cry. And every night after you leave, the pillow is wet and my insides hurt and, and, and…"Draco collapsed onto the cool grass, his robe crumpling around his body. He looked blankly at Harry. "Don't you see?" He half whispered, half asked. Harry looked at him, his face unreadable. He slowly shook his head no.
A single tear trickled down Draco's alabaster cheeks, leaving a glistening trail behind. "I feel for you. For you!" His hand moved to wipe away more tears. They collected in his gray eyes and came spilling down his cheeks. Suddenly realization dawned on Harry.
"Draco, I didn't know." He was now staring at the sniffling Slytherin; he was stunned to say the least.
"Damn right you didn't know!" Draco shouted. Harry coiled backwards. Draco's chest was now heaving, his lower lip trembling. "Did you know how much it hurt? To see you with all those guys? When you could have had me? I would have given my heart to you. My fucking heart!" he sobbed out.
"Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't know, had I known, I would have stopped."
Draco looked up at Harry, his tears now dry. "Right, well, doesn't matter. I'm sorry we can't do this and I really did like it, just not this, not this way." The silver haired boy stood quickly, something flashed on the ground and he walked away. Harry stood behind, watching the departing back. He noticed the something on the ground and he stooped to pick it up.
In his calloused hand lay a small silver locket, a dragon on the front. The emerald eyes glittered and its scaled body was the color of ice on a winter day. It was a small oval locket and the body curled around itself in the middle. The thin chain glittered in the moonlight, the silver metal felt cold against Harry's own warm hand. He opened the locket to see two small pictures in the center. Both were hand painted and the people were wearing what looked to be medieval clothing. The one on the right was a young smiling man with black hair. His eyes were bright green and his skin was like pale marble, it was so pale. Below the little picture was the caption 'Raoul de MonCoeur III'. On the right was another boy, this one a bit more serious but nonetheless he was smirking. His hair was like Draco's, fair blonde. His eyes were a piercing blue, like the sky on a sunny day. His skin was a tan color, a shade or two darker than the other boys. Below this picture was the name 'Lucien de la Nuit IV'. Both boys wore what was obviously expensive clothing.
Harry turned the locket over. In a rolling script was written 'À mon petit dragon,
Je prie pour que tu te souvienne de moi.
Regardes ceci pour voir et le futur, et moi.
parle d'amour et tu me verras.
Avec tout mon amour, Raoul
What does this say? Harry wondered. He mulled over it for a moment and decided that he should take it to someone who might know. The thought to return it to Draco never crossed his mind. Harry stood and began walking back to Hogwarts. The locket was now inside his pocket and he fingered it. The back was surprisingly smooth and his fingers kept straying to the engraved writing. Gently rubbing the letters, he felt the cool metal slowly begin to warm.
Harry made it to the portrait, mumbled the password and stepped through. He looked around the warm common room. The twins sat near the fire playing chess, with Seamus sitting rather close to George. Hermoine sat on a large chair, absorbed in a book. He didn't see Ron and figured he might be upstairs. Harry walked over to Hermoine and sat down in a nearby chair. She glanced up and went back to her book.
"Hi, Moine. What are you reading?" Harry asked, tilting his head toward the thick book. She looked up and smiled.
"The History of 12th Century,"
"Yeah, that's nice." Harry interrupted. "Hey, I found this outside. What does it say?"
Harry pulled the locket from his pocket and handed it to the brown haired girl. She set the thick book on the arm of her chair and turned the locket over in her hands.
"Wow, this is beautiful. You found this?" she asked. Harry nodded. She opened the locket slowly with a click. "This looks like you and Malfoy." She stated. Harry hadn't thought this and now remembered that the two boys did sort of look like Harry and Draco. "Raoul de MonCoeur the third. Lucien de la Nuit the fourth. Harry, these are in French.," she pointed to the boys, ". Where did you find this?"
"Uh, just in a little shop."
"This must have cost a fortune." She murmured. Her fingertips gently traced the faces.
"Yeah, what does it say?" Harry now asked impatiently. Hermoine turned the locket over and looked at the back.
"Um, I only took French for two years and that was a couple of years ago but I can try to translate. This here says to my little dragon. Huh, wonder what that means. Well, anyway. This middle part here says I pray you remember me. Look to this to see both the future and me. Speak of love and see me. The last part here says with all my love, Lucien." Hermoine now sat back and looked at Harry. "Sounds like they were close. I wonder what that last part meant." Harry looked up at her.
"What part?"
"Well, it said to speak of love and see me. What does that mean?"
Harry shrugged and reached out to take the locket back, his thoughts whirling in his mind. Once the jewelry was again in his hand, he stood. He retreated to the stairway where he stopped for a second. He looked over his shoulder to see the girl once again absorbed in her book.
"Moine, what's love in French?"
She kept her nose down and then glanced up quickly. "Amour." She supplied. Harry thanked her and began to walk up the stairs. He reached his dorm and sat down heavily on his bed. He could hear Ron snoring in the bed over and could see Dean sleeping soundly. He shed his clothing quickly and jumped into bed, the locket firmly in his hand.
He looked down at the little sparkling thing and smiled. He opened the little locket, the clasp making a small squeaking sound. The two boys smiled up at him, dressed in French finery and hair styled just so. "Amour." He whispered and closed the trinket. He set his glasses on the bedside table. The necklace stayed in his hand and he slowly fell asleep.
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That night he dreamt of a place far from his time. He walked down a breezy corridor, looking around himself confused. The walls were lined with tapestries, gently moving in the soft wind. He looked down the hallway to see a room at the end. He could see people mulling around in there, chatting idly and moving around the large room. In the middle sat a long table, in front of a blazing fireplace. The light danced on the walls, he quickened his pace, eager to get to the awaiting people. He stepped over the threshold and suddenly was engulfed in clapping. Someone called out to him and he turned round to be confronted by a beautiful boy. He stood smiling and made to get closer so as to embrace him. He felt the boys arms close round him quickly and tightly, perhaps a bit too long but he didn't notice. The boy pulled back and smiled again, calling him Raoul.
"So, you've decided to join us?" was asked teasingly by the youth. He nodded his head. "Well, we are all very proud of you young count, 'tis the night you become a man." The pale haired boy led him over to the table and seated him near the fire. He sat himself and looked over the long table, taking in all the smiling faces.
A bearded man lifted a wooden goblet and the rest followed. "To the young count. Many nights may you lead a woman to bed and many days may you hunt!" The table laughed and followed the bearded mans example. They raised glasses to lips and drank.
He looked over at the pale boy beside him. He too smiled. "To Raoul!" he shouted and then drank deeply from his glass.
The night was over too soon for his tastes. They had eaten many fine foods, not what he was used to but certainly good. Then as the new day drew near, the company slowly retired to rooms and offered farewells. Several women dipped low, exposing milky breasts to his eyes, men bowed and smiled. Finally the blonde haired boy led him to a room.
"I'm so proud of you Raoul." He whispered and opened the door. Harry was greeted by a spacious room, a fireplace near the bed blazing cheerily. "Now, let's make you a real man." Was whispered into his left ear. He turned to see the boy when his own lips met soft as petal lips. He felt a pair of strong hands grip his waist tightly, felt his body being pushed softly and gently into the room.
The dark haired boy opened his previously closed eyes and looked into the light colored eyes in front of his own green. The firelight danced and played in the bright eyes. His eyes traced over the tall boy before him. The blonde's hair reached his shoulders, the light colored hair reminded him of winter, although somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the boy liked summer much more. An image flitted quickly through his mind. This light haired, blue-eyed boy, knee deep in cool water, the sun shining down brightly as he turned and waved. It was gone before it even truly registered in his mind. He was pulled back to the present when he felt once again a pair of soft lips gently pressing into his own. He felt the boy's pale hands gripping the back of his shirt and pulling, pulling the shirt up off of his back and over his head.
He felt the cool air on his now naked chest and automatically covered it by crossing his arms in front. The blonde undid his arms, gently but firmly, and hugged him. The dark haired boy could feel the soft leather shirt against his skin, rubbing gently in places he had never considered to feel good. The boy pulled away and smiled gently, his pastel eyes smiling also.
"I'll love you forever." He whispered and then leaned down to kiss the dark haired boy softly on the forehead. The blonde pulled at his own shirt frantically, trying to pull it up and off but only succeeding in getting caught up in the dark leather. The raven-haired boy smiled and helped out the taller boy, gently untangling his long arms and throwing the shirt into the corner. Now the two faced each other half naked, until the blonde yanked frantically at the lacings keeping his breeches up. He succeeded in wrenching them to his knees, then he stumbled and stepped out of the cloth. The green-eyed boy giggled softly behind his hand and followed gracefully, successfully depantsing himself and reaching the bed.
They tumbled into bed, the firelight dancing on their now naked skin, warming and casting long shadows on young lithe bodies. They lay silently next to each other for a minute, listening to the soft crackling of the logs in the fire, listening to each other breathing, until the dark haired boy rolled over and gazed longingly into nearly silver eyes. He smiled gently and moved closer to the boy, grasping him round his narrow hips and snaking a leg over and between the two pale legs. He brought his face close to the other and parted his lips ever so slightly.
"I know." He whispered. "But do you?"
The blonde smiled wickedly and shot forward, bringing his cherry lips against the pink before him, crushing the two together. His hands began to explore the smooth planes of a seasoned hunter and flyer, tickling here and there, and every so often, gently rubbing sore muscles. The dark haired boy writhed softy and groaned into the kiss, breaking it. He brought his mouth to the soft surface of a pale neck and jaw line. He nipped softly up and down the boys jaw, then kissed his way slowly down the long neck. Stopping every so often to nibble and nip softly. The blonde arched his neck, baring more skin for the dark haired boy to devour. Soon the alabaster skin was covered in small red, moon shaped circles and teeth marks. The blonde hissed through his teeth when the other boy reached his shoulders and then began to softly suckle on the skin near his dark nipples. The pale boy gasped and brought his hands to the back of the dark hair, urging the boy on.
They tumbled into ecstasy together, unmindful of the outer world, only knowing beautiful release and rapturous nights. The two boys were joined as one that night; they made love as only the gods can. They came with gasps of pleasure and moans of excitement. They fell asleep together, holding each other closely.
***
Harry woke slowly, his thoughts a muddled puddle of confusion. He remembered having a confusing fight with Draco, finding something precious and then like a memory, he remembered his dream. It all seemed so real, so perfect. Making love with his blonde dragon on warm fur near a crackling fire. His skin tingled with the memory of soft butterfly kisses, he remembered shouting a boy's name in ecstasy and then it got kind of muddy again.
Harry rolled over onto his side and saw a little silver trinket on the pillow. He picked it up and turned it over, surmising it was a locket. He opened it and was greeted by last night's lover. The raven-haired boy felt the name come bubbling up and out of his throat before he saw the small caption below the carefully drawn portrait.
"Lucien," he whimpered…and then dissolved into tears.
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Wow, deep. O_o Huh, so review and we'll see where I'm going with this story. ^-^
Kiira
Don't own Harry Potter & co. This is slash; so if you're not old enough, don't read. You have been warned. This is revised, nothing is different cept the French. I thank libellule
For giving me the French, I had just looked up the words on an online dictionary. So, for you French…sorry lost my train of thought. ^_^ Review!
Draco lifted his head, glancing to his left then to his right. His robe fluttered around his lithe body in the night wind, creating an effect you only see in movies. His hand went to his mused hair, trying in vain to smooth the blonde locks. He failed and the hand went instead to his pocket. He pulled out a thin silver lighter from the front of his worn muggle jeans. He then reached into his other pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes; he pulled one out and placed it between his pink lips. The lighter moved to his face and with a flick of the wrist, the small stick was alight. Draco glanced around himself once more, seeing nothing he shoved the lighter into his pocket again and took a long drag from the cigarette. A fine plume of smoke fluttered around his pale head momentarily and disappeared into the night sky.
Suddenly the young wizard turned sharply, cigarette dangling precariously from his mouth, his wand out and ready, his light eyes alert. The boy in front of him raised his hands and smiled.
"It's ok, Draco. Just me." The boy smiled, his emerald eyes twinkling. "Why must we always meet at night?" The boy questioned wistfully, his dark head cocked slightly to one side.
"The Night has a thousand lights, the Day only one." Draco smiled ruefully and brought the lit cigarette once again to his mouth.
"Figures you'd answer a perfectly simple question with a riddle of some sort." The boy smiled warmly and moved to get closer to the blonde haired boy. " Where are we going?" he asked.
"Surprise," was the curt answer.
"Oh, you know how much I love surprises." Harry said sarcastically. Draco turned and dropped the little white stick to the ground, his foot descended on it and crushed out it's light.
"Right. That's why I didn't tell you. Anyway, we need to talk." Draco shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk. He heard Harry's boots crunching on the gravel behind him, matching his own pace. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, followed by another around his waist. The first hand was removed and then set on the other round his waist, a warm head set upon his shoulder. He kept walking; the wind tickled his face, sent the wild hair resting on his shoulder into his face. He could smell the other boy. He smelt of outside, like he'd just run through the forest and then laid on the cool grass.
"We're here." Draco whispered. 'Here' was a small clearing in the Forbidden Forest. Harry glanced around. He could just barely make out a small pond in the middle; the moon was mirrored in the middle of the black water. The grass sparkled with dew.
"Pretty." Harry murmured.
"Listen, Harry. I don't know how to say this." Harry glanced over at the boy. He was now standing near the edge of the water, his hand trailing through the water. He smiled and nodded. Encouraging Draco to continue.
Draco sighed and tried to go on. "We've been friends for awhile now right?" Harry nodded. "And we know each other pretty well, huh?" Another nod. "Well, I just want to say first, thanks for being my friend and all." Harry smiled at this.
"You're welcome."
Draco nodded nervously. "Yeah, well uh, I feel like you don't know me all the way and… well, I'd like to get to know you better too. I just, um, (swallow) I need to tell you this before you find out from someone else." Harry looked at him, slightly puzzled now.
Draco swallowed now and went on his nervous way. "Harry I…I feel."
Harry looked at the boy. Draco had stopped mid-sentence. "Like a material girl?" he offered. All he got was a puzzled look from Draco. "Never mind, please, go on."
"Potter," Harry noticed Draco had lapsed back into using his last name. This didn't seem like it was good bit o' news. "I can't see you anymore. Not…not like this. If we're going to start something, I need to know. I can't just keep screwing you like this. I can't do this anymore. If we continue to do this, I need something stable from you." Harry sat in stunned silence. "You, you told me we could stop if I said so. And I say so. I don't want this. I don't want you coming to my bed when you need a quick fuck. I don't want you to be able to just shrug this off and say afterward, 'Gee, Malfoy. That was a jolly good fuck. Thanks for being there.' And pat me on the back." Draco spat all this out while Harry watched on in silence.
The blonde haired boy now began to pace, his cool exterior was slowly melting away. "See, I know when we started it was all okay and lots of fun. But now, I just can't do this. No more sex, not under these circumstances. I just can't do this anymore, not like this."
"But Draco I thought you, of all people…"
"Yes, Draco Malfoy, king of casual sex. But Harry I didn't feel anything for them, so it was okay."
"But *we* don't feel anything."
"No, Harry. You don't feel anything. I do. I DO! I feel and I hurt and I cry. And every night after you leave, the pillow is wet and my insides hurt and, and, and…"Draco collapsed onto the cool grass, his robe crumpling around his body. He looked blankly at Harry. "Don't you see?" He half whispered, half asked. Harry looked at him, his face unreadable. He slowly shook his head no.
A single tear trickled down Draco's alabaster cheeks, leaving a glistening trail behind. "I feel for you. For you!" His hand moved to wipe away more tears. They collected in his gray eyes and came spilling down his cheeks. Suddenly realization dawned on Harry.
"Draco, I didn't know." He was now staring at the sniffling Slytherin; he was stunned to say the least.
"Damn right you didn't know!" Draco shouted. Harry coiled backwards. Draco's chest was now heaving, his lower lip trembling. "Did you know how much it hurt? To see you with all those guys? When you could have had me? I would have given my heart to you. My fucking heart!" he sobbed out.
"Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't know, had I known, I would have stopped."
Draco looked up at Harry, his tears now dry. "Right, well, doesn't matter. I'm sorry we can't do this and I really did like it, just not this, not this way." The silver haired boy stood quickly, something flashed on the ground and he walked away. Harry stood behind, watching the departing back. He noticed the something on the ground and he stooped to pick it up.
In his calloused hand lay a small silver locket, a dragon on the front. The emerald eyes glittered and its scaled body was the color of ice on a winter day. It was a small oval locket and the body curled around itself in the middle. The thin chain glittered in the moonlight, the silver metal felt cold against Harry's own warm hand. He opened the locket to see two small pictures in the center. Both were hand painted and the people were wearing what looked to be medieval clothing. The one on the right was a young smiling man with black hair. His eyes were bright green and his skin was like pale marble, it was so pale. Below the little picture was the caption 'Raoul de MonCoeur III'. On the right was another boy, this one a bit more serious but nonetheless he was smirking. His hair was like Draco's, fair blonde. His eyes were a piercing blue, like the sky on a sunny day. His skin was a tan color, a shade or two darker than the other boys. Below this picture was the name 'Lucien de la Nuit IV'. Both boys wore what was obviously expensive clothing.
Harry turned the locket over. In a rolling script was written 'À mon petit dragon,
Je prie pour que tu te souvienne de moi.
Regardes ceci pour voir et le futur, et moi.
parle d'amour et tu me verras.
Avec tout mon amour, Raoul
What does this say? Harry wondered. He mulled over it for a moment and decided that he should take it to someone who might know. The thought to return it to Draco never crossed his mind. Harry stood and began walking back to Hogwarts. The locket was now inside his pocket and he fingered it. The back was surprisingly smooth and his fingers kept straying to the engraved writing. Gently rubbing the letters, he felt the cool metal slowly begin to warm.
Harry made it to the portrait, mumbled the password and stepped through. He looked around the warm common room. The twins sat near the fire playing chess, with Seamus sitting rather close to George. Hermoine sat on a large chair, absorbed in a book. He didn't see Ron and figured he might be upstairs. Harry walked over to Hermoine and sat down in a nearby chair. She glanced up and went back to her book.
"Hi, Moine. What are you reading?" Harry asked, tilting his head toward the thick book. She looked up and smiled.
"The History of 12th Century,"
"Yeah, that's nice." Harry interrupted. "Hey, I found this outside. What does it say?"
Harry pulled the locket from his pocket and handed it to the brown haired girl. She set the thick book on the arm of her chair and turned the locket over in her hands.
"Wow, this is beautiful. You found this?" she asked. Harry nodded. She opened the locket slowly with a click. "This looks like you and Malfoy." She stated. Harry hadn't thought this and now remembered that the two boys did sort of look like Harry and Draco. "Raoul de MonCoeur the third. Lucien de la Nuit the fourth. Harry, these are in French.," she pointed to the boys, ". Where did you find this?"
"Uh, just in a little shop."
"This must have cost a fortune." She murmured. Her fingertips gently traced the faces.
"Yeah, what does it say?" Harry now asked impatiently. Hermoine turned the locket over and looked at the back.
"Um, I only took French for two years and that was a couple of years ago but I can try to translate. This here says to my little dragon. Huh, wonder what that means. Well, anyway. This middle part here says I pray you remember me. Look to this to see both the future and me. Speak of love and see me. The last part here says with all my love, Lucien." Hermoine now sat back and looked at Harry. "Sounds like they were close. I wonder what that last part meant." Harry looked up at her.
"What part?"
"Well, it said to speak of love and see me. What does that mean?"
Harry shrugged and reached out to take the locket back, his thoughts whirling in his mind. Once the jewelry was again in his hand, he stood. He retreated to the stairway where he stopped for a second. He looked over his shoulder to see the girl once again absorbed in her book.
"Moine, what's love in French?"
She kept her nose down and then glanced up quickly. "Amour." She supplied. Harry thanked her and began to walk up the stairs. He reached his dorm and sat down heavily on his bed. He could hear Ron snoring in the bed over and could see Dean sleeping soundly. He shed his clothing quickly and jumped into bed, the locket firmly in his hand.
He looked down at the little sparkling thing and smiled. He opened the little locket, the clasp making a small squeaking sound. The two boys smiled up at him, dressed in French finery and hair styled just so. "Amour." He whispered and closed the trinket. He set his glasses on the bedside table. The necklace stayed in his hand and he slowly fell asleep.
****
That night he dreamt of a place far from his time. He walked down a breezy corridor, looking around himself confused. The walls were lined with tapestries, gently moving in the soft wind. He looked down the hallway to see a room at the end. He could see people mulling around in there, chatting idly and moving around the large room. In the middle sat a long table, in front of a blazing fireplace. The light danced on the walls, he quickened his pace, eager to get to the awaiting people. He stepped over the threshold and suddenly was engulfed in clapping. Someone called out to him and he turned round to be confronted by a beautiful boy. He stood smiling and made to get closer so as to embrace him. He felt the boys arms close round him quickly and tightly, perhaps a bit too long but he didn't notice. The boy pulled back and smiled again, calling him Raoul.
"So, you've decided to join us?" was asked teasingly by the youth. He nodded his head. "Well, we are all very proud of you young count, 'tis the night you become a man." The pale haired boy led him over to the table and seated him near the fire. He sat himself and looked over the long table, taking in all the smiling faces.
A bearded man lifted a wooden goblet and the rest followed. "To the young count. Many nights may you lead a woman to bed and many days may you hunt!" The table laughed and followed the bearded mans example. They raised glasses to lips and drank.
He looked over at the pale boy beside him. He too smiled. "To Raoul!" he shouted and then drank deeply from his glass.
The night was over too soon for his tastes. They had eaten many fine foods, not what he was used to but certainly good. Then as the new day drew near, the company slowly retired to rooms and offered farewells. Several women dipped low, exposing milky breasts to his eyes, men bowed and smiled. Finally the blonde haired boy led him to a room.
"I'm so proud of you Raoul." He whispered and opened the door. Harry was greeted by a spacious room, a fireplace near the bed blazing cheerily. "Now, let's make you a real man." Was whispered into his left ear. He turned to see the boy when his own lips met soft as petal lips. He felt a pair of strong hands grip his waist tightly, felt his body being pushed softly and gently into the room.
The dark haired boy opened his previously closed eyes and looked into the light colored eyes in front of his own green. The firelight danced and played in the bright eyes. His eyes traced over the tall boy before him. The blonde's hair reached his shoulders, the light colored hair reminded him of winter, although somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the boy liked summer much more. An image flitted quickly through his mind. This light haired, blue-eyed boy, knee deep in cool water, the sun shining down brightly as he turned and waved. It was gone before it even truly registered in his mind. He was pulled back to the present when he felt once again a pair of soft lips gently pressing into his own. He felt the boy's pale hands gripping the back of his shirt and pulling, pulling the shirt up off of his back and over his head.
He felt the cool air on his now naked chest and automatically covered it by crossing his arms in front. The blonde undid his arms, gently but firmly, and hugged him. The dark haired boy could feel the soft leather shirt against his skin, rubbing gently in places he had never considered to feel good. The boy pulled away and smiled gently, his pastel eyes smiling also.
"I'll love you forever." He whispered and then leaned down to kiss the dark haired boy softly on the forehead. The blonde pulled at his own shirt frantically, trying to pull it up and off but only succeeding in getting caught up in the dark leather. The raven-haired boy smiled and helped out the taller boy, gently untangling his long arms and throwing the shirt into the corner. Now the two faced each other half naked, until the blonde yanked frantically at the lacings keeping his breeches up. He succeeded in wrenching them to his knees, then he stumbled and stepped out of the cloth. The green-eyed boy giggled softly behind his hand and followed gracefully, successfully depantsing himself and reaching the bed.
They tumbled into bed, the firelight dancing on their now naked skin, warming and casting long shadows on young lithe bodies. They lay silently next to each other for a minute, listening to the soft crackling of the logs in the fire, listening to each other breathing, until the dark haired boy rolled over and gazed longingly into nearly silver eyes. He smiled gently and moved closer to the boy, grasping him round his narrow hips and snaking a leg over and between the two pale legs. He brought his face close to the other and parted his lips ever so slightly.
"I know." He whispered. "But do you?"
The blonde smiled wickedly and shot forward, bringing his cherry lips against the pink before him, crushing the two together. His hands began to explore the smooth planes of a seasoned hunter and flyer, tickling here and there, and every so often, gently rubbing sore muscles. The dark haired boy writhed softy and groaned into the kiss, breaking it. He brought his mouth to the soft surface of a pale neck and jaw line. He nipped softly up and down the boys jaw, then kissed his way slowly down the long neck. Stopping every so often to nibble and nip softly. The blonde arched his neck, baring more skin for the dark haired boy to devour. Soon the alabaster skin was covered in small red, moon shaped circles and teeth marks. The blonde hissed through his teeth when the other boy reached his shoulders and then began to softly suckle on the skin near his dark nipples. The pale boy gasped and brought his hands to the back of the dark hair, urging the boy on.
They tumbled into ecstasy together, unmindful of the outer world, only knowing beautiful release and rapturous nights. The two boys were joined as one that night; they made love as only the gods can. They came with gasps of pleasure and moans of excitement. They fell asleep together, holding each other closely.
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Harry woke slowly, his thoughts a muddled puddle of confusion. He remembered having a confusing fight with Draco, finding something precious and then like a memory, he remembered his dream. It all seemed so real, so perfect. Making love with his blonde dragon on warm fur near a crackling fire. His skin tingled with the memory of soft butterfly kisses, he remembered shouting a boy's name in ecstasy and then it got kind of muddy again.
Harry rolled over onto his side and saw a little silver trinket on the pillow. He picked it up and turned it over, surmising it was a locket. He opened it and was greeted by last night's lover. The raven-haired boy felt the name come bubbling up and out of his throat before he saw the small caption below the carefully drawn portrait.
"Lucien," he whimpered…and then dissolved into tears.
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Wow, deep. O_o Huh, so review and we'll see where I'm going with this story. ^-^
Kiira