Hello all! Thanks for all your wonderful reviews, I read and loved each and every one of them. Thanks for your patience while I moved across the country. I am now ensconced in my new house…a murder house! For full details, check out my blog on my website. www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com. Read and review but be kind. This is a hard R to NC-17 chapter as I warned last chapter! This chapter contains content not meant for any kiddies out there and since I have placed multiple warnings about this chapter coming, I really don't want any complaints or people howling "Oh my virgin and innocent eyes!" Enjoy!
Draco slept fitfully, tossing in his bed, his memory playing tricks on him that caused the soothing peace of sleep to mock him. Opening his eyes in the wee hours of the morning, he sensed that something was different in his flat. Not fearing intruders, he reached for his wand and a pair of boxer shorts to put on. Warily he cracked open his bedroom door and padded down the hall to the kitchen. He glanced briefly at the clock glowing on his VCR and shook his head. 2:45 a.m. Obviously these burglars had no sense of decency, waiting until the devil's dancing hour to break in instead of a more civilized time when Draco wouldn't have been inclined to cut out their tongues and hang them by their manhood's from a steel tipped spike. Upon arrival at his kitchen he froze, whatever he had been expecting…this was not it. He tried to bite his lips to stop a smile from forming but it was fruitless and, at an hour when even roosters were comatose and Draco was evil he let out a full fledged belly laugh.
Harry had evidently been there, and judging from the pictures scattered about he had been convinced that Draco had never betrayed him. Draco's smile faded as he came across a picture of Dumbledore, a set of devils horns and a moustache painted on him in magic markers, along with 'lying, manipulative old betrayer bastard man.' He arched an eyebrow at that knowing Harry's rage must be burning hot for him to write something like that about his mentor. Harry had set a card on the counter, depicting a snail with the most pathetic expression he had ever seen. In huge dancing letters on the front it said "I'M SLIME!" He opened it at smiled wistfully.
'Draco, I know you told me you would be waiting…but not forever. I have nothing left to offer you, no pride, no dignity and no hope. I live in a hovel as a hermit; I am a hateful and arrogant bastard who has more money than God. I know now that you never betrayed me and it was through no intervention of Hermione's. Dumbledore had quite a length confession for me, almost as long as the tale I heard from Snape. I digress however. If you think I haven't missed you these past five years – you would be painfully wrong. I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. Even in my darkest nights when I was convinced you betrayed me and that I hated you – I never did. I lied through the whole thing. I needed somewhere to direct my hurt, to be the scapegoat for my lost innocence – you were it, bordering the cusp between good and evil. I never meant all those hateful things I said to you, I never believed them for a moment, I just wanted someone else to hurt as much as I did. Enclosed is a poem I wrote a few months ago. Crappy really, but perhaps you feel the same way.
I didn't want to remember
The memories deep inside
I didn't want to feel
The hurt surging inside
I didn't want to think
Of what I threw away
I didn't want to see
My life from day to day
For a moment I held eternity
Infinity a moment in time
Then all my dreams faded
Suddenly I was blind
Once I had emotions
I used to be a human being
Now I am nothing
Nor do I care to be
I can't look in the mirror
Haunted by what might have been
I didn't think that I was wrong
Yet I committed a horrible sin
I reach for a fading memory
My emotions turn to embers
You were the only one I ever loved
And I didn't want to remember.
Draco, if you come to me I make you no promises save this: I will love you for the rest of your life. I have left you a clue, it's good for 12 hours if you choose to follow it. If not – then I was too late.
Love you forever,
Harry.
Draco sat down shakily in one of the chairs, the letter affecting him more than the pictures of him and Harry scattered around his kitchen. He had put himself on the line, never expecting Harry to come back to him…yet he had. Did Draco now have the courage to reach for the unattainable one last time?
Ron rolled over in the bed to stare at his wife's face. After five years she was still beautiful if a meddlesome tyrant who terrified the bejeezus out of him most of the time. Their marriage had never been easy, their personalities too different, her attitude too domineering. She interfered with others regardless of the consequences, doing it for their own good, never seeing her husband's point of just staying out of it. Perhaps she had been right with Draco and Harry, reintroducing them to each other, and she had been spot on with Harry – making him face reality once more. Ron clung to an archaic belief that one did not meddle in other people's personal affairs – save Harry's, to free him from his self-imposed exile. Their children regarded their mother in much the same way Ron did – mad as a hatter, but well meaning all the same. She stretched and turned to him. "Ron?"
"Hey 'Mione." He said softly.
"What time is it?"
"Milkmen are still asleep at this hour." He kissed her forehead.
"What are you doing awake then?"
"Just some thinking, and watching you."
"You think I'm crazy don't you?"
"You're nuttier than a fruitcake sweetie and I'm not going to dispute that. Yet somehow I love you anyway."
"I really am sorry for calling you a drunken souse." She said sincerely, one hand caressing his cheek.
"Apology accepted."
"Don't you have anything to apologize to me over?"
"No. Should I?"
Ron knew instantly that was the wrong answer and marvelled how even in the middle of the night, after a session of arduous lovemaking she could still rise like a scalded cat and pounce on him. "Ronald Weasley!" she said in a hot whisper that reminded him of his mother coming into his room and boxing his ears when he was a child. "You don't regret all those insults you flung at me in public? Saying you said yes to our marriage? Telling all and sundry that I was up the duff when we were married? For calling me a meddlesome and interfering busybody?"
"It was the truth!" Ron protested. "And no, as a matter of fact I'm not sorry!"
"How dare you speak to me that way!" Hermione's voice reached a full screech.
"'Mione, lower your voice, you'll wake the children!" Ron touched her arm.
"Get your hands off me you…you…souse of a louse!"
"Hermione, if you haven't learned to accept me and what I say after five years, then perhaps this marriage isn't working and I should seek accommodation elsewhere." Ron said, his temper starting to flare. "I'm sick of walking on eggshells around you just because you seem to be in a constant state of PMS!"
"Oh sure, if a woman gets even the slightest bit emotional then all the men in the world are chirping "It's PMS. Don't talk to her, she can't be reasoned with, she has PMS.'" She mimicked.
"Sweetie, people say that about you even when you don't have PMS."
"Cross eyed devil spawn of a dyslexic baboon." Hermione snarled.
"My mother is not a baboon and I resent that!" Ron protested. "How was I supposed to know you were looking for an apology?"
"If you don't know then I'm not going to tell you." Hermione turned her back on him. "Good night."
Ron crawled out of their bed, searching for boxer shorts and a dressing robe. "No, of course not. You're going to breathe loudly so I know you're angry and I'm in the shite house, tell me 'nothing' when I ask what's wrong because it's the standard female answer and give me the silent treatment until you deem me worthy to talk to! Well I've had it with you Hermione. I take plenty of insults from you, but you can't take them from me. I'm walking out on you right here and now. When you are ready to discuss this like a rational and sane person – you can find me at Harry's, however since you are completely mad I doubt that we will ever talk again."
He slammed the door behind him in his fury, shaking the walls. "What did you do this time?"
He smirked at his oldest son. "Harry, go back to sleep. I'm going to stay with Uncle Harry for a bit."
"Ok Daddy." His son turned to his room then paused. "Girls have cooties and I'm never getting married."
"Good boy." Ron muttered as he put his son back to bed.
Draco tore through all the pictures Harry had left trying to find a clue. He found a rusted out key with the number 612 Scoullar Street, Bristol written on it. Smiling in eager anticipation he ran to his room to dress, anxious to find the next piece to the puzzle.
612 Scoullar Street was condemned, it was a broken down hovel, almost as horrid as Harry's shack. Fearing for life and limb he warily entered and saw spray painted on the wall…14 Neptunus, Surrey. Closing his eyes, he Apparated and leapt out the way as a timber from yet another diaplated shack fell to the floor. Glowing in fire letters in mid air was Godric's Hollow, along with the words "Forgive me?"
Apparating to Godric's Hollow, Draco's jaw fell open as he took in the sight. Gone was the unkempt grass and pissy shanty that Harry had lived in. Gone were the weeds and the collapsing roof and the outhouse. Still remaining was Harry's Stile, in the shadow of the trees. The yard was fully cultivated and restored to its former splendour. In a roped off section of the grounds he made out three gravestones. There was a garden that rivalled Malfoy Manor, and then the house itself. House wasn't the proper word Draco amended silently. Manor. Castle. One of those. Harry had restored Godric's Hollow to the way it used to be, with a home that rivalled Hogwarts Castle itself. Almost timid, he walked up to the door and before he had the opportunity to knock, a House Elf opened it. "Master Malfoy sir," he bowed. "Dobby did not expect you so suddenly. It is still very early after all and Harry Potter was not expecting you for several hours yet, if at all."
"I'm a light sleeper when someone breaks into my house." Draco replied.
"Harry Potter would not let Dobby go in his place, insisting that he had to make the surprise. Dobby is most upset." Dobby shook his head sadly. "Come in Master Malfoy."
Draco entered the foyer and paused, overwhelmed by the grandness of the place. "Follow the flowers sir." Dobby pointed to the floor.
Draco glanced at the floor, seeing black flowers lining the floor. Black flowers were the rarest of all to find and Harry must have spent a fortune on them. He wandered through the newly built hallways and up a spiralling staircase to the bedrooms. The path of flowers led him up a hidden staircase to the attic and further still to the widows watch on the roof, reminiscent of the Astronomy Tower. At the top in an elegance Draco hadn't expected to find was a gigantic bed, a quiet tune playing, a large fluffy rug and a table giving off the most tempting scents Draco could've imagined. And there was Harry, waiting for him.
"Very impressive Potter." He said coolly.
"I tried."
"I suppose you expected me to come here all lovey dovey and tell you I forgive you and take me now you wild man?"
"It'd be nice." Harry nodded. "But not expected."
He walked over to Harry. "You put me through hell Potter. Why should I forgive you?"
"You shouldn't." Harry sighed. "I have no reason to ask for your forgiveness."
"Yet you did anyway. Why?"
"I don't want you to hate me any more than you have to. I want to pick up where we left off, I want to spend my life with you Draco…but I understand if you want me to sod off."
"You understand nothing." Draco spat. "Tell me what Dumbledore said."
"Snape led your father to me, but Dumbledore let them take me. He knew all along where I was, what was being done to me, by who and how often. He chose not to rescue me, he stood by and let me be tortured and suffer. To keep me from hating him since he needed to be able to control me, he place a illusory double of me in Hogwarts so you would be none the wiser and when I returned act like nothing was wrong, nothing had changed. He propagated the rumour that you betrayed me, and when I left you I was fully under his control."
Draco let out a soundless whistle. "The old bastard." He shook his head. "How dare he?" his voice rose in indignation. "What they did to you…what HE did to you…"
"Indeed. He never would have confessed if Hermione hadn't begun this scheme in the first place." Harry sat on a simple wooden stool. "I never once for a second stopped loving you, though I tried hard to make myself. It just didn't work. We work well together Draco we need each other. If you can look me directly in the eyes right here and now and tell me that you have no feelings for me, then I will let you go and never darken your doorstep again."
Draco stood silent, absorbing all he had heard. He listened to the words of the music playing, recognizing it as a popular muggle song. "Potter…Harry…" he took a few steps towards him.
Harry's eyes glowed deep green in the darkness, his features set off by the starlight overhead. "Draco."
"I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now."1 He quoted the song.
Harry's jaw hung open. "Are you saying…?"
"I regret only that you are not my first, nor am I yours." He murmured as he lowered his lips to Harry's.
"Draco," Harry whispered. "I was raped yet, but I have Never. Had. Anyone. Ever. In all true respects, I am a virgin and you are my first."
Draco smiled gently. "That's the way it should be." He kissed Harry's eyelids softly. "Come to bed Harry, let's pick up where we left off five years ago. I believe it was right around here…" he said swiftly as he lowered his lips to Harry's throat, rejoicing in the moan Harry gave as he rolled his head back to give him greater access.
Harry had dressed minimally, owing to the fact that it was just starting to creep up to dawn and he had evidently been hoping to sleep a little bit before Draco arrived. This suited Draco's purposes just fine as he lifted the tight undershirt Harry had been wearing and outlined one of his dusky nipples before biting on it. Harry gave out a choked yelp as he arched into Draco's touch. "I had forgotten…" he trailed off.
"I never did." Draco admitted, as he ran his tongue around the outline of Harry's ear. His hands stroked down the muscular chest, pausing at the waistband of the thin briefs Harry wore.
Harry smiled mischievously and quickly rolled over so Draco was under him. He nearly tore off the t-shirt that Draco was wearing and clamped himself on his throat like a vampire taking his first drink. Draco moaned in approval as Harry's nimble Seeker's fingers unbuttoned his trousers and plunged inside his knickers, toying with the hardening flesh he found there.
An almost feral expression on his face he tore them off Draco in one movement before pausing in silence to take in the beauty before him. In the fading night, with the rising of a new day, the era of a new beginning Harry worshipped Draco and gave thanks to all deities he had ever thought of that Draco returned to him. Reverently running fingertips down his body, tracing outlines of biceps and muscles, tracing arches of the feet and finding no imperfection, he kneaded the flesh of his stomach as Draco tried to be silent, this moment sacred, five years in the making and a healing of sorts for them both. His resolve shattered as Harry took him in his mouth, imitating moves that Draco himself had taught Harry years ago. He almost passed out at the sight of the dark head bobbing between his legs, as a tongue traced and a mouth sucked. A hand squeezed and tugged and tantalized A cool stream of air was blown on the weeping shaft as Draco said to hell with his vow of silence and let out a curse to the night. "Farq Harry…"
Harry kissed Draco firmly, his tongue demanding entrance to the warmth of Draco's mouth as his fingernails scratched their way down his chest making him shout in approval. His skilled tongue traced Draco's bellybutton and pelvic girdle while his hands massaged his throbbing manhood. "Goddamn you Potter…" Draco swore as Harry teased the shaft with butterfly kisses before engulfing it in his mouth and allowing it to the back of this throat. Draco didn't require much more than that, five years of desire coming to a head as he saw stars and came deeply down Harry's throat.
Allowing Draco to lower his body back to the bed, Harry gave Draco a deep kiss, grabbing his hair and yanking his head to one side to deepen it even more. Draco smiled at Harry, "now it's my turn." Was all the warning he gave Harry before flipping him over and crawling on top of him. "I'm going to learn you inside out and make it better than it could have been when we were in Hogwarts.
Harry didn't reply, couldn't reply as Draco scraped his teeth down his abdomen and teased Harry's waiting hardness, his own shaft starting to harden again as five years of repressed emotions were released. "Oh I'm not going to do what you did to me, heavens no." Draco whispered, smiling. "I have something else planned for you my pretty."
"Get on with it then." Harry demanded, arching into his touch.
Draco reached for the side table for some oil and poured it liberally on his fingers before slowly pushing them into Harry. "Shite!" Harry swore as he nearly leaped off the bed. Draco moved them gently inside him before adding a third, his mouth giving lovers bites to any part of Harry he could reach. As a fourth was entered, Harry shook his head. "Enough Draco, enough."
Draco's smile was pure masculine satisfaction as he poured some oil on himself, hissing as his hands rubbed up and down his shaft. Placing himself at Harry's entrance, he didn't enter, instead choosing to kiss Harry deeply. Harry moaned as he tried to get Draco into the aching chasm he had created. Draco ground himself against Harry, picking up speed and increasing friction as both their manhoods ground together. Draco timed it and on his next thrust forward, sheathed himself in Harry's body. Harry howled as he clutched Draco's buttocks so tightly he knew he'd have bruises. "Harder Draco." Harry gasped. "Deeper."
Draco was only too glad to oblige as he picked up the pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh audible as the sun peeked its way over the horizon on the two writhing men. Sweat added to the lubrication and tantalized all the more, making them nearly incoherent. As he felt Harry spasming around him, Draco knew he no longer cared what paradise looked like…he had achieved it here this night. Reaching his own release and clenching Harry's hips so tightly he drew blood, he collapsed on his sweating and panting lover.
"That was worth waiting five years for." Harry whispered as he kissed Draco's sweaty forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too." Draco replied, kissing him gently. "Sleep now my Emerald and in the morning we'll decide what to do next."
1 – Lyrics from 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls. Hope you enjoyed, next chapter should be the conclusion and will be up a lot sooner. As I said, I hope you enjoyed and a special thanks to all my reviewers especially Leboshi who had better write a new chapter of his story or else the next chapter for this might not come and I'll set evil, horny gorillas bearing peanut butter on you! Check out my website! Until next time!
