Pour Vos Yeux Seulement: For Your Eyes Only


Pour Vos Yeux Seulement: For Your Eyes Only

SUMMARY: It was an illicit affair born one morning in Paris above a small café.


IMPORTANT!!: The Teaser that was in chapter ten is INCORRECT. I am so sorry that I let that slip in there! You won't see that scene until chapter 12! Again, sorry, and I hope I didn't spoil too much…oh hell…I think I did!

On with the story—

Love,

Mlle. P

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Chapitre Onze

"All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine,

I am the man, I suffered, I was there."

--Walt Whitman


February 14, 2007

Harry sighed in her hair, her body trembling softly under his as he kissed the side of her neck, gently caressing her bare arm as she slowly brought it to wrap around his neck. She ran her foot down the length of the back of his bare leg, bringing it upward to hook about his waist as he exposed his teeth to tenderly nibble at her neck.

The sheets were twisted around their naked bodies as they made love for the third time that early morning. She purred softly as she stretched upward, meeting his thrusts. She unfolded her hold around his neck, instead running her hands down his damp back, feeling the tight ripple of muscles under her fingers.

Harry finally reached her lips. They were soft and bitten as he attacked them fiercely, he breathed heavily through his nostrils. Ginny looked up at him as he detached his mouth from hers, pulling himself up by his hands as he made long, strong strides. His eyes were closed tightly, as if his mind were elsewhere, far away from their bedroom. She laid there, motionless, just watching the muscles in his face contract. Slowly, she lifted her hands to touch his face, one hand on each slender cheek. His eyes fluttered open in a start and he blinked.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice not wavering once. It was almost as if a flicker of pain and fear went through Harry's eyes, but was covered by this jovial smile.

"Everything is just perfect," he said, lowering himself back onto his elbows as he kissed her tenderly on the lips. The kiss deepened and Ginny finally felt a cluster of pleasure begin to build in her belly, exclaiming her desire for climax. She looked up at him again, and realized with distaste that his eyes were closed once more. Suddenly, she felt Harry wrap his hand around the curve of her shoulder as he pulled out of her. He pushed himself up on his knees, causing her to pull her legs up, nearly to her chest as he flipped her over, her knees tucked under her and her face crushed into the sheets. Harry placed his hands on either side of her hips and swiftly entered her again, without a moment's hesitation.

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Breakfast was nearly over when Harry woke with a start from a deep slumber. He opened one pearly green eye to see a fuzzy Ginny open the window to their flat, holding a letter out to a small brown fuzz, no doubt an owl.

"I don't need a response," she said softly, patting the owl's head. It must've been a house-trained owl, Harry thought, realizing that most standard-use owls were rude, snappy, and hostile.

He watched as she closed the window, the owl taking flight. She exited the room, and not too long after returned with a tray in hand, tea, biscuits and sugar on it.

He decided to show that he was awake, searching for his glasses on the nightstand. The blur that was his fiancé came into focus. She was dressed in a long white shirt that belonged to Harry, the length of it coming mid-thigh. She smiled raunchily at him, finally realizing that he was awake.

"Good morning lover," she cooed, placing the tray on a small round table that was in front of the large window in their room. She ran to the bed, throwing herself on top of Harry with a loud oomph! She giggled wildly, her red hair falling around them like a curtain as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Harry wrapped his arms around her as she rubbed her nose against his, a smile gracing her red lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, Harry," she whispered, kissing his lips again.

"As to you," Harry said against their kiss. He glanced down at her attire and grinned. "I was wondering where my shirt went."

"Ah, I put it to good use…" she responded with a cheery voice. "Better it on me than wrinkling up on the floor!"

"And it looks much, much better on you than on the floor also," he said, kissing her on the cheek. She slid off the bed, quickly heading to the table where the tray sat, a lazy steam filtering off the teapot. Harry cleared his throat as she poured a small amount into a cup. "Who were you owling?" he asked. He watched as Ginny placed the pot down to turn and smile at him.

"Mum…She just wanted to know what I used to make the casserole last night—I guess it was fabulous. I just sent her the answer…No need for a response!" Ginny giggled and shrugged lazily. The shirt she wore slid gently down one bare shoulder, making her blush deeply under Harry's stare. "I made tea," she piped up.

"Lovely," Harry said, stretching as Ginny made her way back to the bed to lie beside him.

"I love you," she whispered. Harry nodded.

"I love you too."

MARCH 1, 2007

"I personally like whip, but if the butter crème is popular this year…"

"But Ginny, I don't understand—the butter crème is 600 galleons more than the whip, and you like whip!"

"Harry, it has to be MATCHING. I don't want to have a beautiful dress and an ugly wedding cake. It's just wrong."

"If I may interject Mr. Potter—" said a voice. The wedding planner, a small, thin man with an annoying lisp and hands that moved frivolously when talking interrupted Harry's train of thought. "It's THE wedding of the year and a man with your wealth and power shouldn't fret over 600 galleons. This is your DREAM wedding, and the Wizarding world wants in on it as well…"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry barked and then turned sharply to Ginny. "Is he the one who's been leaking stories about our wedding to the Prophet?"

"Harry, Dear! Of course he's not! Right Lenore?" Ginny asked. The wedding planner gasped.

"I would never; I am your most loyal employee, Mrs. Potter." The wedding planner tried to shove the binder of wedding cakes onto Harry's lap, but it ended up falling to the ground as Harry stood.

The anger and frustration over this whole wedding had peaked. Harry felt the words bubbling up his throat as he stared down at this flamboyant man and his irritating fiancé. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. This wedding was ridiculous.

"I—" Harry started in. But he stopped. His voice died in his throat as he glanced down at his future wife, her face round and her eyes full of fear. He suddenly thought of Draco in that moment. He thought about the pain that had overcome his grey eyes as Harry told him he had to leave. He couldn't cause that same pain to the woman he had betrayed so deeply and promised to marry. He cleared his throat and the stormy expression in his eyes vanished. "Whatever you want," he said dejectedly, sitting back in his seat.

Lenore clapped his hands loudly and grabbed the fallen book from the ground to push into Ginny's hands. "Butter crème it is…" he said happily.

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The sun was just starting to set when Harry decided to sit outside of his and Ginny's London flat. The weather was perfect and the streets were busy and loud. With his hands shoved down the pockets of his trousers, Harry sat on the steps as he swallowed in the city.

It was quite different from Paris, extremely different, actually. He was different in London. As he watched on, the busy street started to flood with rush-hour frenzy. A young woman caught his eye in her bright yellow Mini, the top of the car pulled back as her long thick, wavy black hair blew in the cool breeze along with the music playing at full volume from her car.

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
and misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow, no one said a word about the sorrow

And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
(Tell me) How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
(Somebody) Please help me mend my broken heart

And let me live again…

Harry bobbed his head softly as the music drifted from the young woman's car as she drove pass the flat. He sighed deeply as he wondered the same questions over and over in his own head. He was deeply unhappy. He was missing something. And that something was Draco.

The pale, broken face of Draco crossed Harry's mind as he closed his eyes in silent reflection. The man he had once hated penetrated his mind every single day. He couldn't even make love to Ginny without thinking about Draco. When his hands searched her naked body, he couldn't help but bite back a groan of displeasure to feel the soft curves of her body under his callous hands. He had to be gentle with her. He had to pretend that he was enjoying making love to her when in all actuality every stride he made chipped a little bit away from his heart.

"Harry?" called Ginny. Harry looked up from the porch to see Ginny leaning gently over the banister peering down at his miserable form. "I'm nearly done with dinner, love!"

"I'll be right there," Harry answered Ginny's smiling form. Thinking about all he could lose because of his broken heart, Harry took a deep breath and went back into the flat.

March 20, 2007

It was closing in to midnight when Ginny entered the sitting room dressed in a scandalously short and tight black halter-top dress. Her hair was flowing down her back and her exposed chest and pleasantly sized breasts twinkled, as if she had sparkled glitter on her. She wore strappy heels and was clenching a small clutch bag. "Harry…you're ready already?"

Harry sighed heavily and glanced at his watch, "Gin, you've been getting ready for almost an hour. We're keeping everyone waiting."

"Let them wait!" she snapped. "This is our night. We're having this party for us…this is supposed to be a fun night!"

"This isn't even the rehearsal dinner…I don't know what this is…a random party?"

"No! It's the day you proposed to me, remember?" Ginny asked, turning around with shock in her eyes. "Five years ago, you stood before me and asked me to be your wife Harry. How could you forget?" She slowly made her way over to Harry, sitting beside him as he sighed.

"I didn't forget Gin. It's just been a busy month, my mind is completely frazzled." He looked up from his folded hands to see Ginny peering at him thoughtfully.

"Harry…I need you to be completely honest with me…I need you to tell me the truth. I promise you, it won't affect what we have going, but I need you to tell me the truth."

Harry tensed beside her as the felt the answer already coming up his throat. Yes. He had cheated on her. And Yes. He still wanted Draco.

"Do you think the wedding is too lavish? Honestly Harry, I know that you've been a little hesitant with a few of the plans and that you put up with silly old me because you love me," she nudged him playfully as she waited for his response. Her bright smile made him quiver with guilt in his stomach. Leaning over, he wrapped an arm around her smooth shoulders and squeezed her.

"I do love you," he said. "And I want you to be happy," he said. Even if that makes me unhappy, he thought quietly to himself.

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They finally made it to the trendy London restaurant that the private party was being held at. Harry was quite a fan of muggle living, and enjoyed the environment very much. He was happy when Ginny told him that this party would be held at this particular restaurant.

Hermione stood at the entrance of the restaurant, her face brimming with excitement. "Oh! Finally you guys are here! The party is in full swing, and—oh my! I just can't help it!" she giggled. "I promised Ron I would wait until after you two were situated inside the restaurant but—oh! Look!" With a burst of laughter, Hermione lifted her left hand and swung it up into Harry's face. On her wedding finger was a large, white diamond, cut in a rectangular fashion on a thin silver band. "He finally popped the question!"

"Hermione!" Harry grinned, throwing his arms around his best friend. "That's fantastic! I didn't even know…Ron didn't tell me…" Harry trailed off, thinking why Ron might've not told him. They hadn't really spoken to each other in depth since his return from France. "Congratulations, I knew you two would get engaged sooner or later…"

"I know! And with all that talk about me waiting for the two of us to get on our feet…well, the time has come and I'm ready to settle down and get married." Hermione turned to Ginny, expecting a large hug. To her dismay, Ginny was standing with her arms crossed against her chest with a sour look on her face.

"Spoiling my night, Hermione?" she snapped. Hermione flinched, as did Harry. "You couldn't wait for us to get into the restaurant to tell us about you and my brother? Better yet, you shouldn't have mentioned it at all! No one cares right now...It's Harry and me who are getting married in two weeks, not you and Ron. I can't believe you would do this…this was so careless of you."

"Ginny!" Harry said, aghast. "This is a wonderful night for all of us. How could you say that to Hermione?"

Hermione took a step back from the fiery redhead and shook her head. "I'm sorry Ginny. I should have waited."

"Hermione! Don't apologize to her—" before Harry could say anything more, Hermione entered the restaurant, leaving the two standing beside each other. Harry turned to Ginny, a mixed look of shock and disgust on his face. "How could you do that? Hermione just got engaged and wanted to share that with us. That was incredibly rude of you to do Ginny."

"I don't care Harry! She's trying to steal our night and make this about her! Hermione always does that, and you know it!"

"SHE DOES NOT!" Harry bellowed, making Ginny jump. "How RUDE of you to do that! I couldn't believe the shit coming out of your mouth! You sounded like a bratty child!"

"I'm not a child nor did I sound like one! What the hell has been wrong with you? Ever since you've gotten back from France you've been a completely different person!" she cried. "Please Harry! Please tell me what's wrong! I just need to know!" Ginny pleaded. Harry closed his eyes, feeling an onset of confessions crawling up his throat. He wanted to tell her that he didn't love her anymore. That he didn't want her. That he didn't want this wedding. Before he could say anything, he turned away; ready to walk away from the restaurant, but Ginny threw her arms around Harry's arm, pulling him back.

"Don't do this!"

"Let go."

"You're breaking me Harry," she whimpered. "What did you do?" her voice was full of accusation. He spun around to look into her deep eyes brimming with tears. "What did you do when you were in France?" He shook his head, placing his hand over hers and wrenching her grip from his arm. "Tell me what you see when you look at me!" she wrapped her arms around her shaking body and looked up at him with a terrible hurt that made Harry turn inside out. "I see how you look at me, and you're not there Harry! So tell me! Tell me what you see when you look at me and tell me that you love me?"

"Absolutely nothing," he said quietly. With that, he walked away from her. He heard her start to cry, calling out for him, but he took off into a run.

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I questioned whether or not I should write to you. In the end, the hopelessly pathetic part of me won. My own fear prevented me from writing to you sooner, and I honestly feel like a beaten dog. Draco, I will NEVER forgive myself for the pain I put you through. I'm disgusted by my selfish actions and I know that you will never forget what I did to you. I'm so sorry.

But from the bottom of my tortured soul, I'm asking you to forgive me Draco. I'm in love with you. I think I've always been in love with you, but was afraid to admit it. I know now more than ever that we belong together. I would give up my entire world for you. It took me a while to figure this out, but Draco, I am breathlessly, uncontrollably, ruthlessly in love with you.

I'm asking for a second chance—another shot with you.

Yours truly,

Harry

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"Thanks for letting me stay over Ron, honestly. I didn't want you and Hermione arguing over me sleeping in the spare. I don't want to rain on your sunshine."

"It's quite okay Harry. These kinds of things happen. I'm sure you would take me in if Hermione and I got into a spat…" Ron chuckled, a thoughtful look on his face, "Actually, I would probably have dragged myself to my knees and begged for forgiveness. I told myself a long time ago that Hermione is always right. Makes things easier," Ron said with a large grin. They sat together at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and drinking tea as they waited for Hermione to finish getting ready for work. When she finally came into the kitchen, her wild brown curls were pulled up into a tight, elegant bun, a clean quill pushed into it. Her white Healers robe covered the pinstripe skirt and black blouse she had underneath it and her black heels clicked the ground with a sense of authority as she smiled at Ron, gently taking his tea cup from him and taking a sip. She then leaned forward and kissed his upturned lips.

"Good morning love," she said. She then turned to Harry. "Morning Harry…any luck with Ginny?"

"None. I refuse to pick up her calls."

"How catty," Ron snorted. "Harry, she is my baby sister—"

Harry sighed. "I know Ron, but I just need some time is all."

"I think what Harry is doing is healthy. It's better to take some time aside and think things over. I'm sure you're not going to call off the wedding, are you Harry?" she asked. Harry stared down into his teacup, his mind racing. He really wanted to call that stupid wedding off, but didn't want to risk hurting the Weasley's.

"No."

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Harry opened the door to the single bathroom that was attached to the guest bedroom he was currently staying at, locking it behind him. Ron had finally decided to go to work, leaving him alone in their flat. He had watched a little bit of the telly, read some of Hermione's recently published book, and had taken a shower. It was when he was scavenging through their fridge did he hear a faint tapping on the window of the sitting room. There, hovering in the air was Draco's owl. Immediately he had let the small creature in, taking the letter off of its leg with care and feeding it an owl treat. He escaped to a closed area—the bathroom. As he ripped open the mail, his hands began to shake as he read the short response on the paper. With each word comprehending in his head, did his heart beat so painfully against his ribcage.

The letter in his hands fell to the floor on the colorful tile beneath his feet as his body shook with sobs. He removed his glasses as the tears began to flow down his cheeks, his hands trembling as he did so.

Draco had said no. The carefully written words still burned heavily in his mind. It had been such a definite response. It held no traces of the Draco he had fallen in love with in Paris. It was a cold man who was righting the wrong that had been committed against him.

Harry's heart was breaking as he slid down to the ground against the heavy oak of the door.

Everything he had loved he had lost.

-

As much as your apology means to me, I cannot accept your offer. The hurt you have installed in me can never be forgiven. I gave myself to you and you abused it. Without a care you returned to Britain leaving me to start over. As with any breakup, things are messy and unsure. But I am sure of this. Please do not contact me in the future.

Draco


I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME MONTHS TO UPDATE! School has been a pain in the ass, but I'm finally done for now and this story will definitely get done before I head back! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please comment, and take note of the teaser-error. It's for chapter 12!

--Mlle. P