They had been reading for a few hours now
when the lunch bell rang. Draco got up and put the book back on the shelf.
Harry hesitated, unsure about whether he should wait or not. Draco joined him
and they walked down to the great hall.
"Who would have thought that the book could
be so interesting?" asked Draco
"I know" replied Harry "I always used to
tease Hermione for reading the book, but now I see how she could get so into
it".
They talked animatedly about the history of
Hogwarts until they got to the great hall.
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table,
wondering what Draco would do. Draco hesitated for a moment "What the hell!" he
thought, sitting next to Harry "I m sick of not having any real friends and
having to dislike someone just because of my background, or which house I m in.
I want to be friends with Harry". As he thought this, he heard another
voice in his head asking "Just friends?" He resolutely ignored it.
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The next few days past in a pleasant haze
for the two boys. They spent their days reading together happily. But, all
things must come to an end, and so on the third day, as they finished the book,
when Harry suggested a friendly game of chess, Draco happily accepted.
That night, Draco dreamt again. This time,
he chose the meadow.
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They were playing chess in the Griffindor
common room on the forth day of the holidays when Draco was hit with the
realization. He loved Harry! That was why it had been Harry in his dream! Why
he felt happier then he'd ever felt before when he was near Harry! Why that
little voice asked him he just wanted to be friends. Draco now knew that he
definitely did not want to just be friends with Harry.
It was no wonder that Draco lost that game
of chess. He kept looking at Harry's slender fingers as they moved the chess
pieces around the board. Imagining those fingers manipulating various pieces of
him around with that type of skill, and felt himself getting an erection. If
only he dared to tell Harry about his feelings. But he had been slapped down by
his father more then enough times to learn to abhor that type of emotional
rejection. He just kept avoiding Harry's gaze and continued to play.
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Harry had been bothered these last few days
by thoughts of Draco. The way the fire shone on his fair hair, the way his eyes
could look so bottomless, the way his mouth was so soft and inviting.
Harry
had to face up to the fact that he was in love with Draco! He had to tell him!
He couldn't just bottle it up inside him. He'd go mad! Harry could no longer
concentrate on the game. He kept thinking of Draco's talented hands caressing
his body. He felt a definite movement from his groin.
Thus, with both Harry and Draco not
concentrating, an incredibly bad game of chess followed. It got so bad that all
the chess pieces lay down in protest and refused to fight anymore. Draco and
Harry at last looked at each other, grinning a little shamefacedly.
Slowly their grins faded as their gaze
collided in a connection that seemed too strong for either of them to break.
"Tell him now! Tell him now!" screamed
Harry's mind
"Draco, I have to tell you something"
"Yes?" queried Draco
"Draco, I don't really understand how it
happened, or why, but…IthinkIloveyou!" That last bit was spat out in an
incredible rush "I know you probably don't feel the same, but I just thought
you should know…" Harry trailed off to a whisper.
"Oh Harry!" Draco joyously exclaimed, "I
feel the same way!"
"You do?" asked Harry, hope blazing in his
eyes. "Are you sure? We've only really known each other for four days"
"I know, and I m sure Harry. Even before I
started to read that book with you, I was dreaming about you. I guess, I just
didn't realize it until now."
Harry smiled and caressed Draco's soft,
pale cheek with his hand, drawing his face closer. Their lips met tentively,
ready to pull apart the instant they were interrupted. When they weren't, the
kiss deepened, and Harry felt a fiery ball of passion ignite in his loins.
Draco let out a soft moan of pleasure. How could this be wrong if it feels so
right? Draco wanted Harry with a hunger he had never experienced before. He
reached up and tangled his hand in Harry's hair, the other pushing aside the
chess table so that he could press closer to Harry.
"Come to bed with me Draco"
"Yes!"
The two boys managed to get up the stairs,
kissing and touching all the way. At the top, they had both lost their robes,
Harry had gotten rid of his socks and was moving out of his boxers while Draco
was still struggling with his shoes.
They were still angling towards Harry's bed, and Draco finally managed to get his footwear off (you try groping someone and undoing shoelaces at the same time and see how easy you find it!) much to Harry's amusement. With a low chuckle, Harry pushed Draco gently onto his bed, gazing deeply into his amazing smoke gray eyes. "You are so beautiful" whispered Harry, kissing him deeply and passionately. Draco kissed him back, his hands caressing Harry's back lovingly. Harry started to kiss and nibble Draco's neck and chest, licking and tasting. Draco moaned in ecstasy, giving Harry all the encouragement he needed to go lower. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Draco's boxer shorts, sliding them down his slim hips, and down his long muscular legs, and tossed them against the far wall.
Draco started to sit up, reaching for Harry
who was kneeling over him. Harry pushed him back, holding his wrists sucking
and nibbling the area around his navel. Sharp blasts of pure pleasure were
coursing through Draco's body. He was gasping hard, deliriously out of breath.
"Harry!" he cried "Let me touch you, feel you!"
"Your turn will come my love" Harry
answered grinning wickedly, turning his attention back to Draco's delectable
body. Harry kissed Draco's stomach, holding him down as spasms of pleasure
gripped him. Harry went lower, moving his mouth to the tip of Draco's erect,
throbbing member. He licked it softly, drawing it into his mouth and sucking
gently. Draco moaned his pleasure mounting. Harry started licking and nibbling
all up and down Draco's manhood, grinning at the reaction he was getting. Harry
decided to stay at the base for a while, gently sucking on Draco's balls.
"Don't stop Harry!".
A storm had blown up, and as it's
temperature increased and it became wilder and more frenzied, so too did the
boys love making, as Draco spasmed once more, his seed spurting into Harry's
waiting mouth, leaving the two boys exhausted and spent, lying together in
Harry's bed. And the storm died, it too, spent.
"That was incredible Harry my love" Draco
said. "I feel completely satiated"
"I m glad" replied Harry
"But there is just one thing" Draco said
archly
"Oh? What?"
"I don't recall you getting as much
out of that as I did" and grinning Draco turned Harry on his back.
The storm came back.
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As previously written, the next few days
passed in a haze of bliss. The two boys explored each other, taking delight in
the sweet giving and taking that their lovemaking provided. And as above, all
good things must come to an end.
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Harry and Draco were laughing over the most
ridiculous story when the library door was flung open. A furious Lucius Malfoy
stood in the doorway glaring at Draco.
"So it is true" he yelled. "Your friends
with the Potter boy! I have never been so ashamed in my life!" with that, he
strode forward and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling him out of his seat.
"Your coming home with me where I can teach
you properly" at these words, Draco's face paled. He knew what that would mean.
Beatings, endless screaming sessions, emotional abuse, wishing he could die,
and no Harry. The thought shocked Draco into a strange state of paralysis.
Harry on the other hand, threw himself at Lucius.
"Get away from me you little shit!" Lucius
cried flinging Harry against the wall. Harry hit the wall and slid to the
floor, where he lay unmoving.
This broke Draco's paralysis. "Harry!" he
screamed, desperately fighting his father to get to the crumpled figure. Lucius
backhanded him across the face, then dragged him dazed and bleeding from the
room.
All this activity had not gone unnoticed
however. As soon as those doors had been wildly flung open, Madame Pince had
gone directly to Professor Dumbledore's office.
When they had arrived back at the library,
they found an unconscious Harry with numerous bloody smears, Draco and his
father had gone.
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"Hermione!" exclaimed Ron in delight "You
look great!"
"Thanks Ron, you look good too." The two
friends hugged as they saw each other at King's cross station after the long
Christmas break.
"I can't wait to see Harry again" Hermione
continued. "I brought you both gifts from France, but you can only open them
when we get back to Hogwarts."
"Oh come on Hermione!" Ron pleaded "Cant I
have mine now? Please?"
"No, you have to wait for Harry" she teased
him grinning. This was how the whole train trip progressed, with Ron pleading,
and Hermione resolutely saying "No".
They were laughing and joking with each
other as they walked through the doors of Hogwarts with the other students.
"Lets go find Harry" said Ron eagerly,
heading towards Griffindor common room.
"Your incorrigible Ron" Hermione said,
laughing at his enthusiasm.
Harry wasn't in the common room, or
anywhere else they looked.
"Come on Hermione. Lets go to lunch." Ron
suggested "Harry will be there"
They were half-way through lunch, and
Hermione was getting worried. "Where is he?" she thought
"Ron, I m really worried." She whispered,
tugging on his sleeve "I haven't seen him at all, and he wouldn't skip lunch."
They exchanged worried glances.
"We could try the infirmary?" offered Ron
tentively. Neither of them wanted to think about Harry getting hurt while they
had been off having fun. "He's probably not there though"
"No he's probably not" Hermione agreed. All
the same, they slowly got up and left the hall, heading for the infirmary.
The sight that greeted their eyes when they
arrived at the infirmary was that of a battered and bruised Harry slowly
putting his shoes on, an empty lunch tray on the beside table.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, grabbing Ron and
running with him to Harry. "What happened?" She cried, helping him tie his
shoe.
"Stop that Hermione! I m not a invalid!" He
replied, shooing her away. "I just had an accident with a wall is all." Harry
didn't want to make too much of his injuries as he knew it would make them feel
bad.
"Who made that little accident happen
Harry?" asked Ron, his fists clenched
"Lucius Malfoy" replied Harry.
"What?! That bastard! I bet Malfoy put him
up to it! It was probably all that slimy…"
"No Ron!" Harry cut in quickly. "Draco
wouldn't do that" Ron just stared at him in shock "Look Ron, Draco and I have
become…friends over the holidays" explained Harry. He didn't want to tell
either of them that they had been more then friends, so he kept that part to
himself. "He's nice, once you get to know him especially considering the way
his father abused him over the years."
"So where is he know?" asked Hermione,
walking with Harry as he headed towards the door.
"His father took him home to 'teach him
properly'" replied Harry.
"Come on Harry, let's go to the common
room. Hermione bought us presents" The trio made their way to the common room.
Hermione and Ron laughed and chatted putting Harry's odd silence and withdrawn
manner down to the fact that he might not be feeling too well.
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That night Harry lay awake in his cold,
lonely bed staring at the miniature Eiffel tower that Hermione had given him.
It rebuilt itself every hour, then crumbled into a pile of rubble, only to
start again.
Where was Draco? Harry wondered as he lay
there. Would his father be able to 'teach' him? What would happen to their
relationship if he did. He hoped Draco was ok. He missed him so much that it
was actually a physical pain in his chest. Like he had lost half of himself. He
had to see Draco again.
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The
next morning, Harry was pushing his breakfast around on his plate when a large
black owl flew in and dropped a letter onto his plate. Harry picked it up and
looked at it. It was addressed to him, but in a strange hand, and sealed with
the Malfoy emblem. Harry got up quickly and left the hall, clutching the letter
tightly in his fist. Ron and Hermione looked at each other then unanimously got
up and followed him.
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Harry found a nice sheltered spot on the
shore of the lake, then opened the letter, peering cautiously around him. He
started to read.
Dear Harry.
I am writing this on behalf of my
master, Lord Voldemort. My son Draco has told us all about your
little…'escapades', shall we say. You have been a naughty boy haven't
you? And I m not just talking about the time Draco spanked you.
Even though he
told us everything, Draco did so unwillingly, under much stress and pain. I now
realize the extent that your 'niceness' has corrupted him. He would no longer
be a suitable servant for my master. It is for this reason that I could kill
him without a qualm. And I will kill him Harry, if you do not do exactly as I
say.
Come to my house (map enclosed) alone,
tonight, or you will never see your precious love again.
Love
Lucius Malfoy
Harry felt as if he'd been
hit over the head. "Draco" He softly cried, "Not you!" Resisting the need to
cry, he stood and started to walk back to the castle. Remote. Detached. The
rest of the day passed agonizingly slowly for Harry who could not wait to see
his love again.
Well
people what do you think??? I personally found this part of the story hilarious
and very racy but that's miasmas for you. There is heaps more coming but
Hermione and Ron wont be the main figures for a while so hold on and I did
check the spelling and if you guys don't understand half the words don't worry
because I don't know what a few mean either well review please miasmas will be
very happy if you do!!!!