This is my first Harry/Draco story so please be kind! This is dedicated to
my friend Emmy because for some reason I promised to dedicate it to her,
but I can't remember exactly why... Oh well. Oh yeah, just a little note
that will make more sense in later chapters, Harry is gay and Draco is bi.
Chapter One
Slowly, he pushed the door open, sucking in a gasp when he finally saw him. The room was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in the window; it cast an eerie glow about the room, illuminating the cream colored comforter that he slept under.
Harry lie in the middle of the bed, on his back, his left hand partially over his face, his mouth just slightly open as he slept. he shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, and sighed when his efforts were wasted. Draco felt tears pricking in his eyes as he stared at his, the realization of all that he'd done and the pain he'd caused truly hitting him.
His need to please his father had nearly torn them apart.
No.
He loved this man and he was not going to let him go.
Gently, he crawled onto the bed, hoping he wouldn't sense its shift. He sat on his knees for a moment, hovering at his feet, taking him in. He could see his face more clearly now - pale from sickness and exhaustion, his eyes slightly swollen - from crying?
He was an ass.
Hoping he would continue to sleep, he slowly crawled on top of his until his knees rested on eithis side of his hips, and his arms were at his sides, his face only inches from his.
'Please, don't freak out and raise your knee,' he thought wearily. 'You'll ruin my plan.'
Harry sighed in his sleep, turning his head away from his left hand. he was so beautiful. Trembling with fear, he lowered his lips to his, which were slightly pursed, as though he knew he was there, wanting this. The kiss was soft and quick - his mouth barely brushing his before he moved on to his cheek, planting light kisses on his face, all the while watching for his reaction.
He simply sighed again, stretching his body a little as it responded to a very familiar action. Draco moved his face to his neck, his kisses getting stronger, pressing against his skin . his tongue snaked out and licked his jaw, following its line to his ear, finally capturing the lobe in his mouth and sucking on it gently.
He could feel Harry's heart beginning to beat faster and his breath to quicken just a little; his body was waking up, but he wasn't sure where his mind was. Praying he would not be scared, he propped himself up with his left hand and slid his right hand over his arm, up to his neck, his touch light as his fingertips fell on his chest, running easily over the nipple. He pushed his face deeper into the crook of his neck, finally letting his mouth find the spot he knew drove him wild, just below his ear.
He was awake. The sudden tenseness of his body, and his quick jerk of shock told him that. Harry gasped in fear and his hands automatically went to Draco's chest in an attempt to shove him off of his as he frantically tried to register what was happening.
"It's okay," he whispered, his heart pounding with excitement and apprehension. "It's just me, baby. Just me."
The sound of Draco's voice quelled Harrys fears, but they were quickly replaced by surprise. he didn't move as Dracos right hand continued to touch his, awakening the rest of his body. His mouth once again found his ear, and he gasped despite hisself, quivering at his touch.
Don't let him do this to you - Christ, I can't believe he's here! The fucking nerve . he thinks he can just crawl into bed with me and that will be it . I'll cave underneath the massive sexuality that is Draco Malfoy . and just what the hell took the bastard so long?
Harry promised hisself that he was not going to give in to him - he would not let him manipulate his so easily, not even when he lowered his entire body to his, pressing himself against his, his mouth slowly moving over to his collarbone.
Harry pushed futilely at his chest, putting little real effort into it.
His left hand slid around his neck, his fingers working into his hair. Harry gasped when his right hand moved over his chest, his fingers trailing slowly over his nervously panting stomach, unsure of going any further.
Don't give in ... don't ... but I can't help it ... I love him ... and he feels so damn good ...
Draco rocked his hips once more, shoving his erection into Harrys pelvic area, and he gasped, his own hips automatically responding. Sensing that he was starting to enjoy it, he moved his mouth back to his neck and ears, his tongue creating an imaginary pattern while his right hand slipped higher and his trembling fingers moved over his chest.
Push him off - raise your knee!
Gathering every ounce of his courage, for he knew this would be the real moment of true. Draco finally raised his head, kissing his cheek gently before he met his confused gaze.
Damn. He had him now.
His eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and he really didn't have to say anything, for they said it for him. Guilt and intense love shone in them, pouring his heart out to his; his apologies, his frustrations and his fear that he would stick by what he'd said.
He had to tell him to leave - to get off his and get out of his life. What he'd done was unforgivable, no matter how truly sorry he might be now ... no matter that he knew what he'd done was wrong, and that he finally saw what had been most important to him all along ... after it was gone.
Harry stared into Draco's shining blue-grey eyes, and his heart and mind endured a million emotions at once, knowing that they could not escape the inevitable ... for what's meant to be, is meant to be ...
Chapter One
Slowly, he pushed the door open, sucking in a gasp when he finally saw him. The room was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in the window; it cast an eerie glow about the room, illuminating the cream colored comforter that he slept under.
Harry lie in the middle of the bed, on his back, his left hand partially over his face, his mouth just slightly open as he slept. he shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, and sighed when his efforts were wasted. Draco felt tears pricking in his eyes as he stared at his, the realization of all that he'd done and the pain he'd caused truly hitting him.
His need to please his father had nearly torn them apart.
No.
He loved this man and he was not going to let him go.
Gently, he crawled onto the bed, hoping he wouldn't sense its shift. He sat on his knees for a moment, hovering at his feet, taking him in. He could see his face more clearly now - pale from sickness and exhaustion, his eyes slightly swollen - from crying?
He was an ass.
Hoping he would continue to sleep, he slowly crawled on top of his until his knees rested on eithis side of his hips, and his arms were at his sides, his face only inches from his.
'Please, don't freak out and raise your knee,' he thought wearily. 'You'll ruin my plan.'
Harry sighed in his sleep, turning his head away from his left hand. he was so beautiful. Trembling with fear, he lowered his lips to his, which were slightly pursed, as though he knew he was there, wanting this. The kiss was soft and quick - his mouth barely brushing his before he moved on to his cheek, planting light kisses on his face, all the while watching for his reaction.
He simply sighed again, stretching his body a little as it responded to a very familiar action. Draco moved his face to his neck, his kisses getting stronger, pressing against his skin . his tongue snaked out and licked his jaw, following its line to his ear, finally capturing the lobe in his mouth and sucking on it gently.
He could feel Harry's heart beginning to beat faster and his breath to quicken just a little; his body was waking up, but he wasn't sure where his mind was. Praying he would not be scared, he propped himself up with his left hand and slid his right hand over his arm, up to his neck, his touch light as his fingertips fell on his chest, running easily over the nipple. He pushed his face deeper into the crook of his neck, finally letting his mouth find the spot he knew drove him wild, just below his ear.
He was awake. The sudden tenseness of his body, and his quick jerk of shock told him that. Harry gasped in fear and his hands automatically went to Draco's chest in an attempt to shove him off of his as he frantically tried to register what was happening.
"It's okay," he whispered, his heart pounding with excitement and apprehension. "It's just me, baby. Just me."
The sound of Draco's voice quelled Harrys fears, but they were quickly replaced by surprise. he didn't move as Dracos right hand continued to touch his, awakening the rest of his body. His mouth once again found his ear, and he gasped despite hisself, quivering at his touch.
Don't let him do this to you - Christ, I can't believe he's here! The fucking nerve . he thinks he can just crawl into bed with me and that will be it . I'll cave underneath the massive sexuality that is Draco Malfoy . and just what the hell took the bastard so long?
Harry promised hisself that he was not going to give in to him - he would not let him manipulate his so easily, not even when he lowered his entire body to his, pressing himself against his, his mouth slowly moving over to his collarbone.
Harry pushed futilely at his chest, putting little real effort into it.
His left hand slid around his neck, his fingers working into his hair. Harry gasped when his right hand moved over his chest, his fingers trailing slowly over his nervously panting stomach, unsure of going any further.
Don't give in ... don't ... but I can't help it ... I love him ... and he feels so damn good ...
Draco rocked his hips once more, shoving his erection into Harrys pelvic area, and he gasped, his own hips automatically responding. Sensing that he was starting to enjoy it, he moved his mouth back to his neck and ears, his tongue creating an imaginary pattern while his right hand slipped higher and his trembling fingers moved over his chest.
Push him off - raise your knee!
Gathering every ounce of his courage, for he knew this would be the real moment of true. Draco finally raised his head, kissing his cheek gently before he met his confused gaze.
Damn. He had him now.
His eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and he really didn't have to say anything, for they said it for him. Guilt and intense love shone in them, pouring his heart out to his; his apologies, his frustrations and his fear that he would stick by what he'd said.
He had to tell him to leave - to get off his and get out of his life. What he'd done was unforgivable, no matter how truly sorry he might be now ... no matter that he knew what he'd done was wrong, and that he finally saw what had been most important to him all along ... after it was gone.
Harry stared into Draco's shining blue-grey eyes, and his heart and mind endured a million emotions at once, knowing that they could not escape the inevitable ... for what's meant to be, is meant to be ...
