Author: Denebola Eltanin Black (previously known as Layla Star Cobain)

Title: Mine (absolutely, blindingly original, I know, please bow to the master of unexpected titles)

Part 1: Post War Dream or Childhood's End

Summary: Harry wanted to scream it, to write it, to mark it so deep in his skin no one would ever dare to deny it. Mine. This first part is like an extended one-shot.

Rated: MA for sexual content and for language.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and her associates, I am merely having fun with them and I don't make any money out of it.

A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews you gave me. There are some changes because I re-edited the whole story, I hope you'll like the new version. I tried to correct this story as much as I could but I can only do so much. If anyone is interested in being Beta for this story and it's sequel please let me know. I added a little interlude because I thought the reactions of Harry's friends were missing.

All the titles except "Mine" are from Pink Floyd Songs. So, Part 1: Post War Dream and Childhood's End are from The Final Cut. And Set the Controls For the Heart Of The Sun is from A Saucerful Of Secrets.

Mine

By

Denebola Eltanin Black

Part 1: Post War Dream or Childhood's End

Chapter 1: Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun

Harry wanted to scream it, to write it, to mark it so deep in his skin no one would ever dare to deny it. Mine. Those lips. They were intoxicating. They were impossible. They were his world. He kissed those lips again and again, trying to leave an undying mark on them. Mine. Kiss. Mine. Kiss. Mine. Kiss. Mine. Mine. A pain so deep he thought he would die from it ran through his body… They're not mine. With a whimper of pure agony he tore himself from them, and everything attached to them.

He got up from the absurdly large bed and started gathering his clothes, barely managing to keep his eyes from wandering to the angel still lying in the bed. He dressed quickly and methodically and only when he got to the bedroom's door and opened it, only then did he look back. There he was, sprawled in bed in the most sinful way possible – casual, and yet so calculated– with his arms gracefully over his head, his knees bent just enough to make the muscles of his legs stand out, his magnificent chest moving up and down as air blessed his lungs and his platinum blond hair, dishevelled from sex surrounding his head like a halo on the white sheets. Harry knew better than to look at his eyes, or, god forbid, his lips, he knew better and yet he found himself in the middle of a violent grey storm that would kill him any moment before he knew he had failed. He fought to recover his breath. He was not human. He was not real. No one should be able to kill with one look. And yet he could steal Harry's air and suffocate him that easily.

"Come back to bed Potter, I'm ready for another go" lips, lips, lips, lips.

"I– Draco– I can't– this is so wrong! I can't do this anymore, I have to go back to my life, I have to go back to my friends, to Ginny…" Deep breaths, deep breaths… you can do this Harry, you have to do this, this is the right thing to do.

"Suit yourself, but I'm not wasting a hard-on so tell Pansy to come, she should be in the drawing room at this hour." NO! MINE! Just like that and Harry's life lost its importance. Just like that and he fell to those lips again. 'Today is Ginny's birthday. I don't care. Mine. I promised Hermione I would end it. I don't care. Mine. I am wasting my life. I don't care. Mine.'

Harry kissed those lips again and he was in heaven, they were warm and demanding. They were soft and seductive. He devoured that mouth, battling with the hot and wet tongue inside it, exploring every corner of it, intent on leaving his permanent mark on it. Finally, gasping for breath he hovered on top of Draco Malfoy, his face inches from Harry's. I love you.

"Come, my eager one, take off your clothes" His heart was beating erratically at being called anything with "my" in it by this man and he obliged quickly and jerkily.

"Draco, Draco" he whispered as he showered the man's face with kisses. "Draco, Draco". He was laughing now and it was like bells of heaven, sweet Merlin, he loved this man. The sunlight was bathing the bed with streaks of gold that caught his hair and eyelashes and multiplied, dazzling Harry even more. He licked those lips and then followed the line of his jaw, nibbling lightly and liking and kissing, then his neck – his long, elegant, aristocratic neck – making sure to mark it thoroughly at the pulse point, making Draco arc his back artistically and moan. His moans were never shy or repressed, he was prone to let go moans that seemed to be dragged from the very pit of his soul and their quality of absolute sinfulness confirmed to Harry his suspicions that Draco was in fact the God of Sex incarnated.

Soft fingers were threading his hair and tugging in what seemed an almost possessive gesture sending tingles of pleasure down his spine.

"Draco, Draco" he repeated again and again between licks and kisses like a mantra, a song of love for to reach the ears of the ultimate God. He kissed the hard, pert nipples, relishing the noises coming from the lips he adored. He kissed each finger of the elegant hand – he had pianist hands – each knuckle, each line of the palm, hoping, even if he had never learned to read them properly, that they predicted a long, happy life. He kissed the white hipbones, nibbling and licking and completely ignoring the needy shaft that was trying to get his attentions.

"Potter…" Ah… so sweet… it didn't matter that it wasn't a moan but a command or that it was his last name and not his given name, it was still his name coming out of those perfect lips while their were in bed.

"Draco" he answered simply before taking the long cock into his mouth and sucking.

"Fuck… you're actually… uugggnnn… getting better at Ah! ...that" Harry chuckled lightly, elated by the praise. He was always enthusiastic but this part required practice and now he was proud to notice that he could take almost all of Draco into his mouth and massage him with his throat muscles. He loved the feeling of that cock on his tongue, it was Draco and the scent, the taste, and everything was Draco. Bobbing his head up and down, suck, the tongue always in movement, turn the head to the left, suck, deep throat, look up and – Oh god, he is so beautiful – moan. Draco's moans were getting more and more desperate so Harry reluctantly let go, earning a hearty whimper from those lips.

He sat up and stared at the dishevelled blond beneath him. His skin seemed to glow in the sunlight like a diamond. When had his thoughts turned so girly… Harry couldn't seem to remember.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that." He murmured and Draco just looked at him through his golden eyelashes and seemed to gather his breath then he wriggled his hips, urging Harry to go on. Harry smiled at him broadly and after only a second of internal deliberation he picked up his wand and looked at Draco again, the blond seemed a little disappointed though Harry couldn't really tell why. But when he pointed the wand at himself Draco's stormy eyes widened almost comically. He murmured the lubrication and preparation spell quickly and positioned himself to align his entrance with Draco's cock.

"Potter… wha–?" Draco's protest was cut off by his own moan and he threw his head back in pleasure when Harry lowered himself on his shaft. It was painful, very painful in fact and if this were someone else Harry would've stopped right away. But seeing the blond so lost in pleasure and enjoying the view of the creamy neck exposed and vulnerable, Harry couldn't help but think that all the pain was worth it. He didn't stop until he felt Draco in him to the hilt and then he paused to recoup his energy and breath away the pain. Draco seemed to be fighting orgasm but after a few seconds he looked at Harry and stole his breath away with the intensity of the look. There was something in his eyes Harry had never seen before and he didn't dare to think it was what he was thinking… strange as that seemed. He didn't break eye contact even when Draco started to caress his chest, stopping at the nipples at pinching them lightly; making Harry's somewhat diminished erection to spring to life almost impossibly fast.

Harry started to move slowly at first, his eyes never leaving Draco's but when he hit what he knew instantly was his prostate he picked up the pace. After only a moment Draco started to meet his thrusts and set up an almost frantic rhythm. He didn't know how long they continued to move violently against each other, holding each other's eyes and fighting the temptation to throw their heads back as the heat and pleasure bordered the heavenly, it could've been minutes or hours. Suddenly he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he wanted to see Draco come before him so he clenched his insides hard several times while trying to keep the rhythm.

"Merlin, Haaarrryyy!" Draco cried out and he fisted, like in revenge, Harry's dick and matched his strokes to the mutual thrusts. The sound of his name on Draco's lips was the final straw. Harry tried, he tried really hard not to close his eyes, but the pleasure was too much and he had to, just before his vision exploded in white-hot pleasure. He knew he had cried Draco's name because he heard it as a distant eco but he couldn't remember the actual moment. Draco came a second after him and received him with arms wide open when he collapsed on top of him, holding him close and caressing his spine.

After a few minutes panting and riding out his glorious orgasm, Harry pulled up his head from Draco's chest to look at him. Draco was looking into his eyes with an unreadable expression but his hand went to entangle with his wild mane of hair, tugging and caressing until he pulled Harry into a slow kiss. When the kiss ended Harry noticed Draco was still very much inside him and started to get up but the blond's hands on his hips stopped him.

"Stay." breathed Draco not looking at him anymore but at the sunlit window. It was the first time Harry had ever seen him remotely embarrassed about something he did, at least since he had fallen in love and it shook him to the core. He had the distinct impression that this whole thing meant more than he had originally thought, but he didn't know if it was good or bad. He somehow knew that it was going to change something in their relationship, or whatever they had. Was Draco going to leave him in the morning? Was he going to tell him that he'd gone to far? Or maybe he could hope…

He lowered himself again and allowed Draco to carefully guide him as they turned so that Harry was on his back with Draco on top of him. Draco lifted his hips almost tenderly, never letting his softening cock out completely and placed a pillow under them witch made the contact easier. Then he lied down on Harry, hugged him tightly and stayed there.

Harry was having trouble controlling his breathing with the pure intensity of the moment. He stayed absolutely still for a long time waiting for his mind to process what had just happened. Draco had never been cold or unresponsive during sex but this was something else entirely. It was like Draco was thanking him with this tenderness. But for the life of him, Harry couldn't figure out why thank him when he, Draco, had done the same thing many times. And he had heard Blaise say that Draco had fucked him and left just afterwards, so it wasn't normal for Draco to be like this. Thinking he wouldn't figure it out today he started petting Draco's silky locks with trembling hands.

They stayed there for what seemed an eternity. Harry let himself get lost in the feeling of the other man in his arms, in the rhythmic beat of their hearts and the relaxing sound of their breathing. He was completely aware for the first time of the life within someone who wasn't him. He felt the very life force in Draco. Draco was alive, his heart, his breath, the very slight movements of his chest, the cock inside Harry, it was all so precious and yet so fragile. It was beautiful.

The sunlight changed slowly and a fiery orange light illuminated the room. This seemed to pull Draco into movement and he started kissing Harry's neck lightly. Harry startled, he had thought Draco was asleep, but when the kissing became more demanding, licking and sucking, he realised that wasn't important. He felt, very acutely, Draco getting hard again and gasped a little at the feeling. Draco took the chance to kiss him passionately but tenderly and still holding him close, he started to rock his hips slowly and groaned.

Draco made love to Harry. That was the only way to describe it. It was tender and loving and intense. The way he would cradle Harry's face before leaning in for a kiss, the way he would kiss Harry's eyelids, ears, chin, nose, very carefully like he would break, told Harry that it wasn't normal sex at all. Draco made sure to hit Harry's prostate every time but refused to go faster even at Harry's request. They came simultaneously and Draco buried his face is the crook of Harry's neck whispering very softly:

"Harry"

Harry fell asleep a few minutes afterwards, with Draco still inside him, with his heart so big in his chest it would explode any second and with Draco in his arms, alive and beautiful. Mine.