This chapter is for my cousin because she wanted some love to be proven. Hope you'll like it enough and thank you for being my first reader and reviewer.
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Chapter 7
When Draco finally got home, after standing awestruck for about ten minutes in the middle of a street in Muggle London, he folded gently his clothes in the wardrobe and jumped in his bed. Maybe there was time to listen to some radio. Draco kept in his room one Muggle device which worked pretty well. It was fun actually and a good option when he wanted to relax and listen to music. He turned to his favorite channel and was pleased to hear one French song because he simply loved French and of course he could speak French. His parents have taken care of that long time ago, when he was little and willing to learn this charming language.
L'homme que j'aime
Me fait danser comme si s'etait la premiere fois
...
L'homme que j'aime
N'a pas les mains dans ses poches
Ni les manieres de gentleman
Mais s'est dans les yeux quand il me dis je t'aime.
The man I love
Makes me dance like it's the first time
...
The man I love
Doesn't have his hands in his pockets
And he isn't a gentleman
But I see it in his eyes when he says I love you.
Draco could not play anymore with his feelings. The need of Harry has become vivid and brought along a sensation of belonging which Draco couldn't deny. Staying completely naked in the middle of his king size bed, the blond glued his eyes to the ceiling before closing them and recalling every tiny detail of his date. The song was now over and followed another one and then other and other songs which he had somewhere at the edges of his mind as background for what he called "the beginning of his relationship with Harry". No doubt that the man had some serious prospects if he invited Draco to a date, especially a romantic dinner. Of course it was romantic, never mind this little detail as the blond's erection hidden under the table!
At first, Draco was some sort of intrigued with Harry's ability to make him hard just by being himself and chasing his look at times, but then he collapsed back down onto his mind and realised how much he really loved that man. Bullshit for sure, he is a Malfoy, but love was nothing to mess up with, just accept it.
His sheets were silken and suddenly Draco found himself wondering how silken Harry's hair was exactly. His mind has withdrawn to her ancestral senses and the man could do nothing but stay on his bed and breathe every second from their date.
But... wait, Draco ordered (it sounded like an order, despite the calm voice and his head bent to Harry'e ear, hungry to grab the earlobe or to kiss something) him to come tomorrow so he had now to think which place exactly he meant when he said "secret". The fuzzy pieces into his mind didn't help either. Shit Draco thought, thanking the Gods that his mother could not hear his thoughts.
After a while, Draco gently closed his eyes and fell asleep, not minding the radio.
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Narcissa was sitting not so comfortable in her chair waiting for her son to come eat breakfast. She was sleeping when Draco finally got home last night after his date with Harry. In her chest, her motherly feelings could not be hurt, so he hoped with all her being that her son was not disappointed in any way.
" 'Morning, mother" said Draco with a sleepy voice, covering a big yawn with his palm.
"Good morning, my dear... From when are you so informal?" Narcissa teased, but she obviously didn't mind her Draco to be informal because she wanted to hear the news.
Draco beamed at her, which was a quite strange reaction regarding her statement, but the man could not help himself from smiling all the time, like his lips were hexed in some awkward position.
"It went well, mother. The date, I mean. Harry was ..." Draco lost himself in the last thought and supressed one heavy sigh. "I invited him to pick me up today at 4 o'clock. Another date, I suppose..."he said absentmindedly, spinning the fork in his plate and making his food look like a volcano.
Narcissa noticed all this signs that advised the fact that her little Draco (of course in her eyes he will always be little and her angel) was completely in love with Harry Potter. She had known that since she once had the chance to saw Draco at school. Back then, in the Great Hall, she came to talk to her son about Lucius and Draco suddenly crushed with no other than Harry Potter who was coming from the opposite way, with his eyes bent down reading something apparently fascinating. The two boys started shouting at each other, but there was something in their look and in the way they moved, making Narcissa stand stunned in the middle of the hallway.
No matter what Draco claimed, she knew he loved Harry and now also apprehended that Harry truly loved her son, so why all this fussing around? Dates and blushing, like teens? Oh..., love is so charming!
Draco was so happy that he let some tea slip through his lips while looking distracted somewhere in the air, fixing a non-existing point. Later, after talking to Narcissa in the drawing-room, the blond felt like the happiest person alive.
It was almost 2 o'clock and Draco had serious trouble with his trembling limbs only if he did not move them. In order to refrain his arms and feet from trembling, the man was peacing the room, following the path to the door to his walnut desk. OK, when he said "somewhere secret" he hadn't been expecting to forget which place was exactly the one he was thinking of, but now seemed impossible to remember because of the way Harry touched his lips.
Right, it was not a true kiss, not even a kiss after all, but for Draco was a damn good start and hope blurted out more intensely and alive. The man had never experienced a touch like Harry's, so featherly like and both secure and frightened. But not a real fear, just the fear to not mess things up, a very familliar one even to Draco.
He felt a small piece of Harry in those lips, it was like heaven opened for him that one particular time and he could no longer obey to any human rule, it was against everything he had ever learned or been taught and imagine that was just one brief touch, for about three seconds. Draco was mentally incapable of visualising a true kiss with Harry because he felt he would faint from emotion and this hunger which he began to feel.
Later, before he widely spoke with Narcissa and listened to every advice she gave (surprised that his mother actually knew so much about gay relationships and that she never gave this type of advice concerning his dates with Blaise), Draco was capable to stand still and wait for Harry in the drawing-room. He eyed anxious yet nervous the fireplace, hoping the dark-haired man did not have a habit to be late, because a Malfoy could not simply wait for someone on a date or meeting or whatever. Of course, someone else could wait for a Malfoy to show up...
At 3:58 sharp, the flames turned green and Harry stepped unsecure in the Malfoy's drawing-room. Draco was pleased to observe (after he eyed Harry in oblivion for about thirty seconds, satisfying his need to simply watch him without being too unpolite) that Harry was casually dressed, wearing a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt, a black one, which made Draco's mind fly to more inappropriate scenarios right then.
Harry blushed a little bit when silence took over and Draco was singing in his head by just watching him. The dark-haired man felt alien and he wished someone would start speaking.
"I'm happy you're here, Harry" Narcissa started while Harry thanked her mentally with his eyes growing in shock at her casual and relaxed manner. It was like the loath between he and Lucius or he and Draco had never existed. Or maybe it haven't existed for real, Harry was not so sure anymore.
"I will go now. If you want something, just call Winky. You know what to do, Draco. Have fun." she added after a moment of thinking, Draco approving by nodding his head and sending suggestive looks to her.
She smiled again and left, closing the door after her. Now the situation was becoming strange, Harry thought in his head.
"So, what about your secret place, Draco?" Harry asked, completely aware of the fact that if he did not spoke first they could as well sleep.
The blond was too tensed but managed to answer after a pause.
"I suppose you can call it like that. Actually, I was going to show you around: the fields, the river, the trees, the Manor's domain. I hope we won't get bored, just hungry enough to have dinner after. You... ok with it?" he aksed unsecure, watching as Harry started to smile and slowly closing the long distance between them.
"I could not be happier, Draco. I am never bored when I'm with you, you ought to know that. Now..." Harry's thoughts lost somewhere else, because now his breath was closer to Draco's neck.
His head was leaned so to inhale the blond's scent and Draco shuddered unwillingly. Harry drove the tip of his tongue to lick a sharp and straight line on Draco's neck and he heard the man gasp like holding on the thin air in front of him. No one had ever done this to him and it was unbeliavable how Harry knew that he might fancy this kind of touch and surely fancy that specific spot, right there...
Harry was surprised to find Draco with his eyelids shut when he regained his composture and spoke again softly. The blond nearly blushed when he realised he was caught relishing that tender touch and Harry's silky way to make him shiver.
"I'm sorry I left like that last night, but you were too good to watch then and I don't want our first kiss to be like that in a Muggle street covered upon darkness like we were hiding or something. I am sorry if it hurt you, but I could not resist anymore without... you... touching you" he finished with his face flushed and his cheeks pink, making Draco lose himself into oblivion again.
Why had Harry to be so Gryffindorr all the time? Did he really thought that Draco cared how was their first kiss as long as it happened?
No way. His mind was rambling. Bullshit. Harry was more than right and Draco purely knew it. He wanted it to be special, to feel Harry and to remember him all the night after and all his life if possible. He was ready to admitt that he wanted Harry to give him more than a kiss, he wanted him to give life, hope, truth and light but most of all, he lusted for his love.
Only Harry would know how to love him, as well as he knew seconds before to decipher that spot and to tease it, just by knowing it—pure intuition. Draco had now to think properly before that moment happened and he had to organise the "Tour of the Malfoy Manor" for Harry (not that such idiotic tour ever existed; he just had to invent it for Harry).
"Alright, you don't have to apologise for everything, H-...Potter. Let's walk, ok? There's a lot to see." Draco was about to call him Harry and he certainly heard the shock in the dark-haired man's breath when he pronnounced that "H" but better not... although it hurt him to not call him by his given name. Why he had to be so Malfoy all the time? It was their second date and Draco felt the magic between them, like they have been knowing and loving each other for years. In fact, the part with "knowing" was true. In seconds, Draco was brought to a realisation which frightened him at the moment. Their relationship was happening perhaps too fast. Was it bad or good, he didn't have the answer.
He stood marveled when Harry stormed a few steps in front of him and opened the door for him to pass. This was not at all what he expected the Saviour to be like, but he never had known how much Harry wanted him. Draco smiled as he stepped over the thereshold, allowing Harry to place a kiss on his forehead as they walked in the lobby.
Ok, this totally was not something he expected... Harry was already behaving like a lover and they were just at the beginning of their second date! He was doing everything so fine, just like Draco wanted to be treated sometimes like now. I mean what the hell, Blaise had never ever opened the door for him and he never even tried to behave like that!
Right now, Draco could find only two explanations, every one of them proved only in time. First, Harry really felt something for him and did this because he wanted to somehow win Draco. Second, Harry was not in the slightest interested in him and this was a plan to take a revenge after all the Hogwarts years when he loathed Draco. Personally, the blond prefferd the first prospect considering the fact that he was crazy about Harry since he met him the first time, but only fully realised when his hormones started coming to life.
"Do you like being in nature?" Draco found himself asking, biting his lower lip because he didn't want to call Harry by his given name yet and he didn't want to call him "Potter" either.
They were now walking through a narrow path guarded by some plants which looked like a bush but had flowers which smelled heavenly despite the fact that it was autumm. They were not even holding hands, not even looking thoroughly at each other when speaking.
Harry seemed a little bit uncomfortable, but then turned his head to watch Draco as his answer came.
"It is one of my favourite ways of relaxing, let's say. I live in a quite remote region; my house is placed there because I wanted to and there is a huge amount of wards guarding it. I don't want to be... disturbed" he intensified the last word by a pause. "I just want to be alone there."
"Not even a pet?" Draco asked entwining his fingers and playing with them. He wanted to be or at least seem relaxed, to sound playfully.
"Draco, I didn't mention I don't have one. There's my cat, Salem and of course my owl. I think you would love Salem. She is special, you know..."
"What do you mean by special?" Draco's mind raced to keep up with the discussion and at the same time to watch how messy but sexy Harry's hair looked.
"I expect you to figure it out when you'll know her. Don't make that face, Draco" he giggled when Draco looked puzzled at him in return. "I want you to come visit me sometime soon, at my place."
Silence took over as they marched the alley, but then Draco drove them both to left and then to right and then again to left and soon Harry found himself facing a large lake, shining like a charmed mirror in the light of the sun who was about to fade into the night. The landscape was magnificent; it was the perfect moment of the day to watch water like that. Now Harry understood what Draco meant when he said "something secret". This was secret indeed, you had to know when to be here to notice all this magic and apparently Draco had planned every tiny detail to bring Harry just in time.
He began now to think that the blond purposefully lost themselves in the garden labyrinth just to make time fly and kept Harry talking about all his habits, his hobbies and that stuff.
Harry slowed down his rhythm and his desire to feel the water mingling with his fingers and he waited for Draco to come beside him. The blond had now a flushed face which betrayed his arousal and need.
"I ... I know you sort of planned this" Harry watched again the lake and the sun's reflection "I could not ask for more right now, Draco."
"Harry, you don't have to ..." but he paused, eyes in shock that he finally had the strength to call the dark-haired man by his given man.
Harry was smiling to his ears and could no longer supress the urge to kiss Draco imediately. He had been cherished this moment for too long to let it go just like that. He needed Draco to want every second of it.
"Draco..." his words lost as he pulled Draco closer cluthcing at his waist. "You're my perfect one, no one could ever want for more"
Draco felt like hiperventilating, the need of air was outrageous.
You're my perfect one. You're my perfect one. Draco's mind was chanting over and over. How could a person think of words like that in such moments? It was the intimate contact which Draco felt in his entire life and it was not even physical, just words and two green eyes starving for his persona. Not even sex with Blaise was feeling that good; it was just a grain of sand compared to the whole sandy shore offered by Harry.
Harry touched again that spot on Draco's neck with the tip of his tongue, running a sharp and thick line. He pulled the blond closer to his chest, barely aware of the crimson in their both cheeks. He did the same thing on the other side of Draco's neck, making him shiver in his embrace. He raised one hand from his waist and put it in the fair hair, while his nose lost itself in the scent and inhaled audibly.
Draco felt like a worshiped god and Harry was doing all to seem incredibly natural. He let his tongue lick flashes of Draco's pale white neck and soon his lips were working the same path. He heard the blond beginning to gasp and his body shuddered at times in Harry's arms.
He returned to his face and suddenly Draco opened his own eyes, felling a little dazzled. His eyes could not lie anymore. They burnt when they looked at Harry and he knew the man could feel their light changing all the surroundings. He just loved Harry so much but he couldn't do it, he was not prepared he thought... but his heart thought different.
"I love you, Harry. So much... I wz tooo afr'd to tell you" he sighed between small hiccups, while one tear exploded and raced over his cheek.
Harry sucked that one tear with his lips and started to kiss every centimetre of Draco's face.
"I... have... been... loving... you... since... the... first... time... we... met." Harry managed between kisses.
Draco had closed his eyes, wondering why he had said that without thinking when Harry whispered slowly "Open your eyes, Draco, please..."
Draco obeyed and saw Harry's face a centimetre apart from his and his mind irrupted when Harry continued.
"And I love you now, my Dragon. Please let me kiss you"
Harry begged and Draco clung desperately to Harry, his lips meeting the dark-haired man's lips and the world seemed not like before.
Draco let his mouth ravished by Harry's tongue and melt their tongues together after some time, still holding Harry like he was life. Soon, the other man's hands were rambling over the blond's body in a very pleasant way. One hand was entwined in his hair and another drew peaces on his back, while pulling closer his body, not letting air between them.
Draco decided he could be how he wanted so he had one arm over Harry's neck, rubbing and massaging gently the skin there and his other arm snaked until his hand gripped at Harry's bum, making him open his eyes wide and mumble something into their kiss which Draco could not understand. Their hands and arms moved like in a circle, holding here and there for seconds, more like a spontaneous dance which never gets boring.
"Harry" Draco managed sucking deeply the air when was given to him after they broke apart "look at the sky... it's the twilight. So beautiful. Now we can see it all, the earth" he said showing the ground which they were standing "the air, just the very air around us, the water ", his hand made a large movement to the lake "and the fire up there, just at this time of the day the fire is in nature showing like that. O...of course the spirit" Draco nodded his head, still holding Harry's hand in his "the spirit is us. Both of us, here is no one else to claim the spirit, so we are one spirit."
"What is this? What you've just said?"Harry ask a little too polite than he considered, with a lovely light into his eyes, showing their intimacy to Draco, who's eyes were sparkling.
"Harry"
Harry felt again his lips turn into a smile. It was so good to hear his name called by the lips he just kissed seconds ago.
"this is nature. The Elements. The Earth, the Air, the Fire, the Water and the Spirit. Five elements. Have you ever heard about something called a pentacle?"
"Of course I heard. I was in school too, you know" Harry pretend offended and hugged Draco to his chest, now almost whispering "The Earth, the Air, the Fire, the Water, the Spirit- all are in you, Dragon and you have it all for me"
Draco could not resist to this offer when Harry slightly parted his lips and pushed his tongue in. They kissed again forgetting everything around them, until Draco was brought to his senses by a sudden and flashing yellow light, shining over the hill and visible as hell in the atmosphere which started to darken.
"Ok, now we go before she yells." he said nonchalantly holding Harry's hand and walking beside the lake, over the field in front of them.
"Who?" asked Harry amused by Draco's tone.
"My mother. She hates when we are late for dinner. Did I say you are going to have dinner with us?"
Harry nodded, felling all of a sudden like the most normal person on the Earth holding hands with his now boyfriend (because for him that's how it felt) and talking about motherly habits.
"Now move, Harry before I find myself snogging you here and my mother coming to look after us. I suppose you will not want to see her face then..." Draco ended ironic.
He watched Harry who had a very strange look on his face and suddenly they both started laughing with all their heart.
Now, this will certainly be a good evening.
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Author's note: Hi again!
I'm sorry I was so lazy the past two weeks, but I was off on holiday and didn't really have time to write, even if I wished to.
This chapter is quite short, my opinion (don't know why).
REVIEW, reviews really help, no matter if they are good or bad.
The song is L'homme que j'aime by Priscilla. I don't know if my translation is alright, I had no dictionary. Anyway, those lyrics somehow matched.
A 'small' problem next chapter... :))
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Awicca
