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A Strange Kind of Love
'I may be plain fucking crazy, but I have wants, too.' Damn it.
So I made up my mind. I was going to steal Harry for a very long time, take him somewhere with a bed (yes, folks, a real live bed!), and shag the hell out of him.
Potions had become something to look forward to. Snape was consistently pairing me with Harry. He was probably thinking he was punishing him, the bloody wanker. Or maybe it was because we worked well together. So well, in fact, that more often than not we were the only ones to get the potions right the first time around. Hmm. Perhaps he was testing us in his own little way.
At any rate, it was at the end of one such class that I decided it was time to make my move. Harry had been giving me my space, noble creature. However, I am quite sure that he was frustrated as hell with me. Now it was time to give something back to the boy that had single-handedly saved my life.
"You know, Harry, I think you may have cured me," I told him.
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Want to find out?"
Priceless. He had the most wonderfully stunned expression on his face. Not that I blame him. After all, it had literally been months since I had been even remotely suggestive. Admittedly, I loved throwing him into a state of shock like that. He was absolutely fucking adorable when he was being scandalized.
"Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after dinner, then."
He just nodded. That being all he could do, given the state I had thrown him in. *Giggle*
I made it there before Harry did, and this fit with my plans perfectly. I needed a little time to set things up properly. After all the time he had spent with me to make me better, I had to make it perfect. And I knew just how to do it.
Finding a bed proved to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. For some reason, the fact that I'm a wizard and that I know how to do magick was escaping me. Finally I wised up and decided that if I couldn't take Harry to bed, I would take a bed to Harry. All the countless hours Harry had been helping me with transfiguration proved to be the answer to my problem. The desk in the unused classroom made a rather lovely nest when I was through. Alas, there was hardly any time to admire my handiwork before Harry was panting at the door.
"You're not allowed to be tired and out of breath yet," I told him.
"I may be out of breath, but I am certainly not tired," he replied, sliding an arm around me. A winning Harry smile. Leaning in, I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, making him smile. Grabbing my opportunity, I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I allowed myself to take my time in playing with him; he always so enjoyed it when pulled my tongue away just as he was about to have it. Harry was fun like that. He always rose to my playful behaviour.
Quite suddenly he pulled away from me. "Wait a sec." He turned away from me and headed toward the door. For a moment I thought he was going to leave. All he did, though, was point his wand at the handle and mutter a few words. The small click that sounded told me that he had locked the door. How I loved him, especially for all the little things. He locked the door, he held my hand, and was he soundproofing the room as well? He was perfect.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"I was just thinking that I am the luckiest human being alive." He blushed. He was so cute standing there with his pink cheeks. I stood admiring him for a moment.
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
A strange kind of love was definitely swimming through his eyes. Maybe I wasn't the luckiest person alive. No, I was blessed. Blessed more than any other creature dead or alive. That moment lasted a thousand hours but was over all too soon. That's how it always was with Harry. He had the gift of stopping time and then speeding it up to an almost unnatural pace.
Embracing each other we began making love with our mouths. He played with my tongue so beautifully it was living art. He was driving me crazy with the way he was kissing me. No one had ever kissed me like that before and I returned it with all the passion in the world. These were not the short, hurried kisses we had shared for the last few months. These were real, long, slow, honest kisses. The kind of kisses words are too weak to describe. The kind of kisses you always imagine but never seem to become reality. Never did I think that I could ever turn my dreams into realities. That was one of the most priceless gifts Harry had given me. All the world was drowned out and insignificant. I was burning from the inside; a fire that had never before been lit was now blazing. It was as though all the heat from Harry's body was soaking into me through my mouth.
The heat was becoming unbearable. Never taking my lips away from his, we began stripping each other. Unbuttoning his robe was making me harder and hotter than I had ever been.
Running my tongue along his jaw to his ear, kissing down his neck and shoulders, I was making him shiver and moan. Just knowing that I had made Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, moan in ecstasy was almost enough to put me over the edge. Such horrible will power, isn't it?
Our robes lay discarded on the floor at our feet. Harry had wrapped one arm around me while the other was stroking my entire body. His fingers burned trails down my back while his lips burned trails down my front. Had he not been supporting me, I would have fallen to the floor. All I seemed capable of was moaning and gasping.
Overwhelmed, I melted into him as he lay me on the bed. His mouth left mine, exploring my body for the first time. Every flick of his tongue made me shake for every nerve in my body was responding to nothing but Harry. He was driving me up walls I had never even seen before. It is impossible to describe the feeling of being worshipped by Harry Potter. His hands held more magick than a thousand wands and his lips burned with a heat to rival the very sun. Every touch sent a shock of pleasure through me; every kiss was sweetest perfection.
I nearly screamed when he took me into his mouth. Where he learned to give head like that, I will never know. Much to my surprise, he didn't pull away when I put my hands on his head. I didn't want to make him go faster or take me deeper. All I wanted was to feel his hair running through my fingers. If he kept this up much longer, I was going to burst right then and there. Don't get me wrong the idea was lovely. I just didn't want to finish it before it even really started.
I pulled his head up and shoved my tongue down his throat. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. So I decided that it was my turn to worship him. After all, that was why I had asked him here in the first place. Finding a starting point proved to be the most difficult part of the whole affair. Where was I to start when I wanted to touch all of him at once? By default, I just started kissing his neck, as it was the closest to my mouth. My hands were running over his chest and arms as I covered every inch of his face and neck with kisses. Then I covered every inch of his chest, his stomach, his thighs. He was groaning and growing restless. He needed more than just idle touches and soft kisses.
He sat up and I laid back. Much to my own surprise as his, I spread myself open to him. His eyes were burning with a passion and honour I had never seen in anyone before, and haven't seen since. Passion bordering on reverence. That was the magick of the whole thing. That is the magick of love itself. Love transcends physicality, bringing those involved to the same level. Everything in my world was complete. For all the love I gave to Harry, he returned it equally.
As he slid up my body he slid into my body. He didn't hurt me like so many others had done. He was gently moving back and forth, in and out and Oh, God. Ecstasy is a silly little word with no meaning whatsoever. The pleasure that was coursing through every fiber of my being was ecstasy on a whole new level. The way he was stroking my face and the way he played his tongue across my lips was almost more than I could bear.
"I love you, Draco," he whispered. Not out of breath, not strained. Without doubt or pain. Not because it was expected but because it was meant. He wasn't saying it just in the heat of passion, the heat of the moment. He was saying it because he wanted to say it. Just as I had always wanted to hear it. Like I said before: he was perfect.
Slowly and passionately we made love to each other with everything that we had: hands, mouths, bodies, and souls. Feeling Harry inside of me was like nothing I had ever felt before. For that all-too-brief session I knew completion. Our bodies fit together like the interlocking pieces of a puzzle. The sweetness of his lips was like nothing I had ever tasted. He produced a kind of honey all his own.
No lover I had previously had ever made love to me. It was always just a quick screw. Before Harry. He changed everything I had ever known. He showed me how to look at everything in perspectives I never even knew existed. I never knew that making love was different from shagging until now. He showed me that it didn't always have to be fevered lust as the driving force behind desire. Although I never looked at Harry as an object of lust. To me he was always a person and it was always love.
When I looked into his eyes I finally understood why that Muggle song kept coming to me. That song was written for and about Harry.
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize
What I understood was that the wide, vast dominion and Harry's prize were one in the same. He always looked at me with a strange kind of love swimming through his eyes. In giving me his love, Harry had given me his soul. And I was returning it completely.
Climax was never something I dreaded before. All I wanted was to stay that way with him for ever. The only thing I was living for was Harry's touch, Harry's kiss, Harry inside me making me whole. Unfortunately, we all have a breaking point. Fortunately, we had the same exact breaking point and to the same degree. It was the most intense feeling of pleasure and love mixed together as I had never felt before. Strange. Feeling Harry's seed in me didn't disgust me like all the others did. Harry somehow felt clean and untainted by unholy desires. After all, he was there because he wanted to be there. He was there because he loved me and I loved him and we completed each other. The difference between the others and Harry was that his aim was true.
For the longest time we lay together. He held my face in his hands and kissed me for so long I was sure that I would live the rest of my life in his arms. Nothing existed outside of them. For me, all that existed was Harry.
It was getting rather late when we decided to go. As they say, all good things must come to an end. No, this wasn't an end. This was only a pause. We dressed slowly, kissing the whole time. Harry was in about as much of a rush I was. It took a lot longer to dress than under normal circumstances. Which was fine by me. The more time I had with Harry, the better. Eventually, though, we did have to leave.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"What about that," he said, gesturing to the bed.
"Oh, of course." I transfigured it back to the desk it used to be. Shame, really.
We walked in silence. It came time to split all too soon. A few more heated kisses in the shadows.
"Harry, I love you." His face broke into a wide grin. I couldn't help but return it. He kissed me again, then quickly disappeared down the darkened corridor.
As I walked through the dungeons to the Slytherin common room I thought of all the things that had come to pass between Harry and me. Remembering our first meeting in Madame Malkin's made me shudder. To think that I had been such a pompous ass... But that is in the past. He had forgiven me. Harry's capacity for forgiveness never ceased to amaze me, no matter how often he did it. But it wasn't just forgiveness. It was love. A strange kind of love.
*****
Thank you for loving me so. You're all so wonderful. I do hope that this was what you were looking forward to, as you keep telling me to give more. Do you still want more, or should I leave the sap to someone who really does know how to write?
