A/N: This part is what took me so long. Eep! It's got our beloved Harry/Draco in it. I wasn't going to post today, but then I realized I can't post tomorrow because it's the Fourth of July and it's a national holiday here in the land of the arrogant, egocentric, and stupid. (I'm American. I can say that.) Anyway, enjoy m'dears.
Thank you Eccentricity is Me, LunarBard, Wyv, Alan, and Bel, Lindsay Beth (*laughs* I love Gambit. I was so upset that he wasn't in the movie. And hey, if it's slashable, I probably write it!), Eternal Haven (i know. i can't stand the thought of somebody being left out!), Becca(^_^), Kit, *~Luckyseven~*, Blake and Blair (I'm glad you guys liked it. And the fish joke!), Mystica,Prongs, Raven Maxwell, Mel Twinkle, Mialee, ema lee (no, no drastic measures), Sailor Galaxie, Zoe, panda g. pinke, RandomThought(maybe...), Rehanna, Becks (he's not snotty. He's like Hermi. You have to get him away from his books.) Pheonixx, maidmarian62, Brightstar, Fleur---@, Silverfox, Cat Samwise, TIgger26, Bookworm, Bella, Goddes Shinigami, Damien Leokas Cardoza, and Helga of Wurm.
P.S. Poem Harry quotes from is "The Highwayman." I can't recall the author.
Warnings: I think you know what's coming up. If you plan on skipping it, look for this ^_^. It'll let you know when you can look, but I do advise against skipping this part because you might miss something.
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Harry landed just outside the cottage on his broom. He opened the door. Draco was waiting for him, standing in front of the fire, flames casting shadows on his pale face. Harry kissed the flawless skin on Draco's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "You made it," Draco whispered.
"I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way," Harry said.
"You do know they both died in that poem."
"Doesn't mean anything. It's just a poem," Harry replied, unfastening Draco's robe. He pushed it off his shoulders and kissed them gently. He smiled at his own impatience. Something about this place always made him so eager to begin. Draco turned to face him
He wanted to confess everything, tell Harry all about the mess he was in, but his eyes were so quietly intense. Draco faltered and then Harry's lips were on his, hot and insistent, wiping everything else out of his mind. He was all around him- his arms, his scent. It was overwhelming and Draco's knees turned to water. Harry smiled against his lips as his arms tightened around Draco. Draco was dimly aware of his robe falling to the ground, boxers following shortly after. Harry pressed him tighter, his clothes rough against Draco's skin. *Damn. Muggle clothes. Too many fastenings,* Draco thought, pulling away. He smiled at Harry and moved toward the bedroom.
Kiss him. Take him. It was never a distinct thought. More like an undercurrent. Kiss him. Mine. God. Heat. Wonderful closeness. Isolation. Deprivation. Cold as air filled the gap were Draco's body had been a moment ago. Harry was in shock. I took a moment for his mind to catch up and tell him what happened. Draco had pulled away and was heading for the bedroom. But this was unthinkable. He had wanted this for so long. Every moment Draco's silken lips weren't on his, every second Harry couldn't taste him, feel him was an unforgivable offense. This had to be corrected.
He shrugged off his clothes, attempting to get them in one heap on the floor. He paused to take something out of his pocket and opened the bedroom door. He pulled Draco to him, reveling in the tingling sensation when their bare skins touched. His kisses came hard, fast, tongue pillaging Draco's mouth until Draco broke away and whispered softly, "Slow down. We've got days." Harry was only listening tot he sound of Draco's voice and quite honestly didn't give a damn what he actually said as he rained kisses upon Draco's neck and shoulders. His onslaught was checked when Draco ran his tongue along his neck. He shuddered in Draco's arms and a small cry escaped his lips. He kissed Draco again, softer much to Draco's relief. AS wonderful as it was to be caught up in Harry's passion, he desperately needed to gain some control over himself. He pulled Harry down onto the bed.
Click. Something cold and had against his wrists. Draco smiled. "You brought the handcuffs."
"You told me to," Harry replied. He kissed a path down Draco's torso, lingering at his navel. Draco's fingers curled in his hair. "How'd you do that?" Harry asked. Draco grinned.
"Let me tell you a secret about these handcuffs: you have to want to be in them before they'll let you go."
"Oh," Harry said, still confused. Draco laughed and kissed him, a true kiss. A kiss capable of freezing the blood in his veins and setting his soul on fire.
Draco was very glad that they were practically in the middle of nowhere because it meant that no one could hear him scream as he was caught in his own 'nightmare.' What was Harry doing? It felt sososo nice. Harry collapsed next to Draco, spent. "That was wonderful, lamb," Draco murmured, pressing his lips to Harry's forehead.
"As if that wasn't obvious from the screaming."
"You were doing your fair share of screaming," Draco said blushing. Harry laughed and kissed him.
^_^
"Harry?" he said after a while.
"Hm?"
"Do you remember the first time you said that you loved me?"
"Yes, it was a very tearful event."
"You are the only person to ever say those words to me. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I love you."
"And I love you," Harry replied. Embouti avec amour. "Awful as you can be." *thwap* "Hey!"
"You deserved it," Draco said primly.
Draco waited until he was certain Harry was asleep before carrying out his orders. After using a whispered "Stupefy" to stun Harry, he dressed him swiftly. He pulled on his own robes, tapping his wand and muttering "Finite incantum" to end the Concealing Charm that covered the ugly mark on his arm. He shuddered and tried not to look at it.
He hadn't even been conscious for the ritual. He had come to and was horrified when he saw what had been done to him. He was absolutely repulsed and tried to remove the mark from his arm with his nails, clawing at the skin. Lucius had chosen that moment to walk in. His son was in a frenzy- pupils dilated, hair everywhere, face a mask of fury, blood running freely from his arm. He laughed low and cold and vicious.
"He won't understand, you know. He'll see that mark and want nothing to do with you."
"No," Draco whispered.
"He'll hate you, recognize you for the twisted being you are."
"No."
"He'll think of those nights you spent together with tender revulsion and he will shudder to think he actually let you touch him."
"NO! Leave me alone."
"I have a plan to catch him."
"Well, bully for you."
"And you are going to help me."
"I won't!"
"Yes, you will because blood is thicker than sperm, because if you don't I'll resort to coercion."
"Fuck you."
"You're not my type."
"Wasn't an offer."
"The plan is quite simple. Even you can't screw it up..."
But he had tried. He had honestly tried. He removed a small vial from the sleeve of his robe. It was filled with silver dust. Harry was going to hate him when he woke up. He uncorked the vial and poured the dust onto the fire. "Show time," he whispered.
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H'm...I wonder what happens next? What do you think, dears? Review! More when I sort this mess out!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thank you Eccentricity is Me, LunarBard, Wyv, Alan, and Bel, Lindsay Beth (*laughs* I love Gambit. I was so upset that he wasn't in the movie. And hey, if it's slashable, I probably write it!), Eternal Haven (i know. i can't stand the thought of somebody being left out!), Becca(^_^), Kit, *~Luckyseven~*, Blake and Blair (I'm glad you guys liked it. And the fish joke!), Mystica,Prongs, Raven Maxwell, Mel Twinkle, Mialee, ema lee (no, no drastic measures), Sailor Galaxie, Zoe, panda g. pinke, RandomThought(maybe...), Rehanna, Becks (he's not snotty. He's like Hermi. You have to get him away from his books.) Pheonixx, maidmarian62, Brightstar, Fleur---@, Silverfox, Cat Samwise, TIgger26, Bookworm, Bella, Goddes Shinigami, Damien Leokas Cardoza, and Helga of Wurm.
P.S. Poem Harry quotes from is "The Highwayman." I can't recall the author.
Warnings: I think you know what's coming up. If you plan on skipping it, look for this ^_^. It'll let you know when you can look, but I do advise against skipping this part because you might miss something.
***
Harry landed just outside the cottage on his broom. He opened the door. Draco was waiting for him, standing in front of the fire, flames casting shadows on his pale face. Harry kissed the flawless skin on Draco's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "You made it," Draco whispered.
"I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way," Harry said.
"You do know they both died in that poem."
"Doesn't mean anything. It's just a poem," Harry replied, unfastening Draco's robe. He pushed it off his shoulders and kissed them gently. He smiled at his own impatience. Something about this place always made him so eager to begin. Draco turned to face him
He wanted to confess everything, tell Harry all about the mess he was in, but his eyes were so quietly intense. Draco faltered and then Harry's lips were on his, hot and insistent, wiping everything else out of his mind. He was all around him- his arms, his scent. It was overwhelming and Draco's knees turned to water. Harry smiled against his lips as his arms tightened around Draco. Draco was dimly aware of his robe falling to the ground, boxers following shortly after. Harry pressed him tighter, his clothes rough against Draco's skin. *Damn. Muggle clothes. Too many fastenings,* Draco thought, pulling away. He smiled at Harry and moved toward the bedroom.
Kiss him. Take him. It was never a distinct thought. More like an undercurrent. Kiss him. Mine. God. Heat. Wonderful closeness. Isolation. Deprivation. Cold as air filled the gap were Draco's body had been a moment ago. Harry was in shock. I took a moment for his mind to catch up and tell him what happened. Draco had pulled away and was heading for the bedroom. But this was unthinkable. He had wanted this for so long. Every moment Draco's silken lips weren't on his, every second Harry couldn't taste him, feel him was an unforgivable offense. This had to be corrected.
He shrugged off his clothes, attempting to get them in one heap on the floor. He paused to take something out of his pocket and opened the bedroom door. He pulled Draco to him, reveling in the tingling sensation when their bare skins touched. His kisses came hard, fast, tongue pillaging Draco's mouth until Draco broke away and whispered softly, "Slow down. We've got days." Harry was only listening tot he sound of Draco's voice and quite honestly didn't give a damn what he actually said as he rained kisses upon Draco's neck and shoulders. His onslaught was checked when Draco ran his tongue along his neck. He shuddered in Draco's arms and a small cry escaped his lips. He kissed Draco again, softer much to Draco's relief. AS wonderful as it was to be caught up in Harry's passion, he desperately needed to gain some control over himself. He pulled Harry down onto the bed.
Click. Something cold and had against his wrists. Draco smiled. "You brought the handcuffs."
"You told me to," Harry replied. He kissed a path down Draco's torso, lingering at his navel. Draco's fingers curled in his hair. "How'd you do that?" Harry asked. Draco grinned.
"Let me tell you a secret about these handcuffs: you have to want to be in them before they'll let you go."
"Oh," Harry said, still confused. Draco laughed and kissed him, a true kiss. A kiss capable of freezing the blood in his veins and setting his soul on fire.
Draco was very glad that they were practically in the middle of nowhere because it meant that no one could hear him scream as he was caught in his own 'nightmare.' What was Harry doing? It felt sososo nice. Harry collapsed next to Draco, spent. "That was wonderful, lamb," Draco murmured, pressing his lips to Harry's forehead.
"As if that wasn't obvious from the screaming."
"You were doing your fair share of screaming," Draco said blushing. Harry laughed and kissed him.
^_^
"Harry?" he said after a while.
"Hm?"
"Do you remember the first time you said that you loved me?"
"Yes, it was a very tearful event."
"You are the only person to ever say those words to me. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I love you."
"And I love you," Harry replied. Embouti avec amour. "Awful as you can be." *thwap* "Hey!"
"You deserved it," Draco said primly.
Draco waited until he was certain Harry was asleep before carrying out his orders. After using a whispered "Stupefy" to stun Harry, he dressed him swiftly. He pulled on his own robes, tapping his wand and muttering "Finite incantum" to end the Concealing Charm that covered the ugly mark on his arm. He shuddered and tried not to look at it.
He hadn't even been conscious for the ritual. He had come to and was horrified when he saw what had been done to him. He was absolutely repulsed and tried to remove the mark from his arm with his nails, clawing at the skin. Lucius had chosen that moment to walk in. His son was in a frenzy- pupils dilated, hair everywhere, face a mask of fury, blood running freely from his arm. He laughed low and cold and vicious.
"He won't understand, you know. He'll see that mark and want nothing to do with you."
"No," Draco whispered.
"He'll hate you, recognize you for the twisted being you are."
"No."
"He'll think of those nights you spent together with tender revulsion and he will shudder to think he actually let you touch him."
"NO! Leave me alone."
"I have a plan to catch him."
"Well, bully for you."
"And you are going to help me."
"I won't!"
"Yes, you will because blood is thicker than sperm, because if you don't I'll resort to coercion."
"Fuck you."
"You're not my type."
"Wasn't an offer."
"The plan is quite simple. Even you can't screw it up..."
But he had tried. He had honestly tried. He removed a small vial from the sleeve of his robe. It was filled with silver dust. Harry was going to hate him when he woke up. He uncorked the vial and poured the dust onto the fire. "Show time," he whispered.
***
H'm...I wonder what happens next? What do you think, dears? Review! More when I sort this mess out!
Luv ya!
J. Silver