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And, now, that's all out of the way, so ON WITH THE STORY!
"Share with me, 'cause I need it right now, let me see your blue skies.
Let me off, 'cause I'd rather start now if you won't open up.
-Give it to me; give me all, whatever you want.
It's never been me to want this much from you I can't see…Yeah…
Share with me, 'cause I need it right now, let me see your insides.
Right me wrong, 'cause I'd rather stop now if you won't open up.
You won't open up. (Share with me…)
Yeah it turns me off…turns me off…yeah, it turns me off. (Share with me…)
Open up…"
-The Used- "Share with me"
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When the two boys awoke the following morning in each others arms, they smiled at each other serenely, taking in the warmth of the sun and cool of the silk linen wrapping them tightly together. The sharp lighting of the sun bouncing off objects in the room and illuminating the ceiling definitely awoke the two from their state of serenity. The elegant fingers of Draco lightly traced Harry's stomach, lingering on the hairs below his navel, and gliding down and under the cloth that was Harry's pajamas pants. He gasped as he felt the icy fingertips caress the skin between his navel and his 'magical wand'. When his hazy emerald eyes drifted over to Draco's pale face, and silver eyes, a grin crept across his face. Draco smiled down at Harry, and Harry wrinkled his nose.
"Mornin', beautiful" he cooed, sliding his hand up underneath Harry's night shirt.
"Mornin'," Harry said between a yawn. The night before, just like the night before that, was amazing for Harry. Never before had he been so happy, and grateful. His friends were happy for him, or at least, Hermione was and Ron pretended to be. Draco loved him, and he loved him in return. Things, as he'd said to Hermione before, were great.
Lazily, he and Draco climbed out of the bed, tying the strings of his robe loosely. Draco's arms slid possessively around Harry's wispy frame, pulling him against him as they stood before the mirror opposite the side of the door. Through the mirror, Harry could see Draco's eyes traveling up and down, marveling his loves body. Draco tightened his grip on Harry's waist, and squeezed Harry's hand with his free one.
"You're so beautiful" he said, meeting Harry's eyes only with the mirror ones. Harry smiled, and felt weak. He leaned into Draco, now letting all his weight go against Draco's equally thin body. Sighing, Harry grabbed Draco's hand, and tangled his fingers with his. Thin lips pressed gently against his neck, trailing down to his collar bone, and coming back up to just below his ear. He felt the warmth of Draco's breath, which moistened the skin below his lobe.
"Do you love me, Draco?" Harry asked, his heart pounding violently against his chest.
"'Course I do, love. Ever since I saw you…" he replied, smiling warmly. Harry caught his smile in the mirror, and they headed out the door; hand in hand.
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It was warm outside, and the flowers had blossomed beautifully along the many, fruitful gardens they passed on their way. Hermione had on a nice little pink and yellow sun bonnet, and Ron carried a basket of fruits and breads for them to eat. Harry was walking along side of Draco, holding his hand, and his visor lazily twitching with the wind. As they walked down the pebbly pathway, Harry's eyes wandered from tree to tree, amazement etching his boyish features. When Draco learned of what Harry had been looking at, he chuckled at how easily amused the raven haired boy was; especially with all that was nature. The air was heavily perfumed by the sent of the flowers, Hermione's body sprays and Draco's vanilla cigarette sent. It was beautiful, and it was all the more better when they finally reached Hogsmeade.
Hermione grabbed hold of Ron's hand, and Harry yanked Draco's, and they ran off towards the Three Broomsticks. After they sat at a table, Hermione volunteered to go and get the butter-beers for everyone and also bought a bag of Bertie Bott's every flavoured jelly beans. Harry moved his chair closer to Draco's, and playfully nudged him with his leg. Draco's hand went under the table, and he smiled coyly at the other occupants at the table as he fumbled with Harry's zipper. Harry grunted and yipped in protest, but the blonde paid no mind. He continued to tease his lower half underneath the table, and Hermione cupped her mouth, reddening in the face as her laughter turned into spills of silent giggles. Ron, as usual, was grimacing at the thought of what the two were doing.
"I don't like the idea of this too much…that being Malfoys' hand being underneath the table near Harry; Harry giggling and trying to make Malfoy stop and Malfoy looking all too innocent. Craziness, I tell you…" Ron said, frowning after his words.
"Really, Ron…" said Hermione, trying to suppress her laughter, "I think it's just adorable the way they act." She grabbed hold of his hand, and pressed it against her right cheek.
"Why can't we be all mushy like that?" she cooed mockingly, and Ron blushed, and attempted to pull his hand away. Draco and Harry laughed together, and Harry took advantage of Draco's focus on something other than him, and zipped his pants. Ron heard the zipper, and paled. He sputtered out a few words and turned around in his chair. The entire table was laughing, all but Ron of course.
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After they left the Three Broomsticks, they headed towards the nice new gift shop called 'Painfully Beautiful Faeries'. Hermione frowned at the name, but soon turned it into a raunchy smile. She ran ahead, leaving Ron behind with Draco and Harry.
"She's nutters, that girl" Ron pointed out, stuffing his hand in his pockets. Draco smirked.
"Finally say something wise, huh Weasley?" he joked, and Harry switched him a glance. As Hermione floundered through the aisles, gawking and giggling at this and that, Harry and Draco soon found themselves in their own aisle.
"It's beautiful…" said Harry, picking up a card that read 'The Blue Lady' at the bottom. Draco looked to his left and saw the card. He saw the way Harry's beautiful eyes followed every line of the drawing. It was, no doubt, an Element Water Faerie. She had beautiful blue and black streaked hair, and her clothing was an aqua gown. Her legs, which were beautifully shaped, had gills on the calves, and her arms wore arm covers that were the same coloures and style as her gown. Water surrounded her, and she smiled sadly at them.
"Open it", Draco said, grabbing the bottom corner of the card. Inside the card read:
'Tortured Faerie: Lady Blue- I've been pricked by the thorns of ignorance. I've been stabbed by the tip of the dagger called 'Lust', and brutally beaten by the rod of sin. Only he can heal my wounds'. Harry's mouth dropped half open, and he re-read the passage on the off blue canvas paper. Draco again looked at Harry's expression and studied it carefully.
"That's beautiful…it's so deep…" Harry said to no one in particular. Draco nodded.
"I'll buy it for you, if you want. I can make it so the faerie is on the opposite side of the passage, and you can frame it. Would you like that?"
"Oh, Draco, will you? I'd love that…" he said, smiling sadly and holding his mates hand tight. Draco gave his hand a squeeze, and holding the card in his other hand, he and Harry continued to walk down the aisle. Harry looked up above the aisle one more time, and then he saw the sign that was hanging above them with magic. It read as "Tortured Faerie".
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Hermione ogled the card, and Ron idly looked around blankly at the passersby. Draco was sitting on the bench besides Granger, and Harry lounged lazily in his lap. His head lay against Draco's shoulder, and his legs were dangling on either side of him, and around his waist were the arms of his holder. Hermione finally looked up from the card, with a tear falling slowly from her eye.
"It's lovely, Harry" she said, handing the card to him cautiously; as if it were dropped it'd shatter into a million blue pieces. Draco took it from her hand, and pulled out his wand.
"Reversio Ỗpposite Pagio", he muttered under his breath. The faerie disappeared from the front cover of the card, and when Draco opened it, it lay there on the page before the passage. The faerie looked up at him, and strangely, she smiled gratefully. It seemed as though she was glad to not get so many stares, and it was much darker on the inside than it was on out. Harry dazedly wondered how it'd react when put in the frame where she'd be seen by everyone, and hit with the sun half the day.
It was only when he felt the pitter patters of the rain did Harry Potter realize he had fallen asleep. Draco had been trying to awaken him for a good 30 minutes, but the young wizard was out cold. Ron was holding the basket full of goods close, obviously afraid to let the items get wet. Hermione had her bonnet on again, though it wasn't helping too much with the rain pouring down harder. Harry's hair was sticking to the side of his face. Draco eyed him up and down, and his eyes flashed and filled with lust. He moved over to Harry as Hermione and Ron ran ahead, eager to get out of the rain.
"You look gorgeous when you're wet…" he whispered in his ear, and placing an arm around his waist. Harry blushed, and it wasn't too noticeable since the rain had already reddened his cheeks. Harry began to shudder from being so cold, and Draco put a warming spell around the two, making Harry calm.
"Do you want me?" Draco hissed between his teeth. Again Harry shuddered, though it was not cold. Draco pressed himself firmly against Harry, and he moaned a yes. Draco smiled in satisfaction, and they continued walking slowly in the rain.
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When they reached the castle, they took a detour down the entrance corridor. Harry followed close behind Draco, as they zigzagged between hallways, doors, and secret passageways. Finally, they reached a painting. It was of an Element Fire Faerie. Harry had never seen or known of this painting before. He marveled at it, and it too, like the Blue Lady, smiled sadly at them. She had red hair, and red lips, as well as a red, fiery looking gown. All around her was a background that looked like that of Hell. She had breathtaking eyes; their coloures consisting of red, and a pinkish purple hue. Her face was soft like the coloures surrounding her, and her expression wasn't blank like the other paintings in the school. She looked contemplative, and in deep, saddening thought. On her gown lie rose petals that were slowly wilting. Harry silently said 'How beautiful'. Her eyelids hooded, and she swung back, revealing a garden to them. Draco looked over at him and smiled in surprise and happiness.
"How'd you know that was the password?" he whispered as they stepped through the hole.
"I didn't..." he said, "honestly." He looked around the garden. There was a large, gray stone wall, which looked about 10 feet high and 4 feet wide. The stones themselves were cracked, some were smooth, and a couple was missing. Vines and flowers covered them, and exotic plants surrounded the ground below them. Bushes of pink, red, purples and blues were everywhere, and little tree's, too. There were 4 benches, one in each corner of the garden, all beautifully and individually designed. As he walked, he felt the grass beneath his feet. It was vibrant green, and springy. He then took notice of the little green, silver, red and gold sparks that shot every which way around the garden. Also, he noticed it wasn't raining there.
"Is there some sort of charm around this; like a bubble or something?"
"Yes, there is…but, it'll ware off soon. I think it'll last for about 3 or 4 more hours."
"So…what have you got planned for us here, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Oh…well…you know", he said, sitting down on a bench nearest the wall, "stuff".
Harry smiled warmly, and sat down beside the boy on it, too. Draco's hand came up to Harry's cheek, and he stroked it lovingly.
"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, Harry?" he said, honesty flooding his face. Harry felt weak for the 3rd time that day.
"You just did". Draco smiled at him innocently, and moved closer. Harry looked around again, studying the garden a lot more carefully than before. He loved the way the moon hung so low in the sky, barely above the gray wall. It seemed a lot bigger and rounder than usual, and it was a bright, almost foil couloured silver. He turned to look back at the blonde besides him, and all he saw in his eyes was love, admiration and lust. All together, it made Harry's heart lift, and he smiled a genuine smile, and slyly he straddled Draco's lap. Draco gasped slightly, and moved a bit to make it comfortable for Harry.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked comfortingly, putting his arms gently around his waist. Harry nodded.
"As ready as I'll ever be. I have been the past two nights…" he said, moving a bit. Draco flinched a bit. Usually he was the one who was aggressive, but, tonight it was Harry. Draco liked that Harry was trying to take control.
"Okay then, Mr. Potter," he grinned, "show me what all you've got in store".
Against his back the moonlight shown. It glimmered above them like metallic raindrops. There were quiet whispers from the flowers, and the insects sang almost soundlessly around the little bubble of protection. Outside the bubble, Harry knew it was much louder a chorus. He looked around as Draco fondled him; not wondrously, but dazedly. Focusing his gaze on certain assets of the garden. It began to rain harder outside of the bubble. He noticed the little raindrops running down to the end, over the wall where he couldn't see anymore. He gasped, as Draco slid his fingers up the back of his shirt, chilling him. It was a gentle surge of cool that ran out his finger tips as they ran up and down his noticeable spine. Suddenly, the moon slowly began to disappear. It drifted north, and now it hung too low. Too low below the high wall. Instead of getting upset over this, he put all his attention to what Draco was doing to him. What he was doing to Draco. What they were doing to each other.
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The breaths became ragged and were caught in his chest as his movements became quicker. He moved forward, leaning against his chest as if he were dependant on the blonde to hold him up. He tangled his fingers in his hair, and was grabbing onto him with each movement. Draco removed his hands from the raven haired boys' waist, and attempted to unbutton his shirt. It was the hardest thing known to man kind. He fumbled with Harry's shirt buttons for quite a while, and Harry rushed him on, helping him do the task. Draco looked up into his eyes and whispered a 'thank you', and kissed him passionately. Harry pressed his tongue against Draco's lips, and he parted them. There tongues collided, and they wrapped themselves around each other, each and every bit of passion surging through them. It was moments before they broke, and when they did, there was no pause. All movement kept at its rhythm. Draco's arms slid back down around his waist, and he began to unbutton his trousers, and struggled to pull them down. Harry stopped their kissing, stood up and pulled them down before sitting down in his lap again. Then, the lust filled boy turned his pursuer around to where his back faced him. Harry whined as he pushed against him, sliding his finger around the waistband of his boxers and placing his hand on Harry's pained erection.
"Oh…are you going to-"Harry was interrupted by the moan that escaped his parted lips. Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's penis, moving up and down slowly. Harry shut his eyes tight, breathing heavy and moving to the rhythm Draco was moving in. He whined as the boy behind him pushed against him abruptly, stopping the movement of his hand, and removing it from Harry's boxers. As Harry turned around, he was met by a mischievous smile.
"I'd ask why you'd stopped, but now I'm more curious about why you're smiling…" he said, returning a smile. The platinum hair boy just held his smile, and snapped his fingers.
~~**~~
His head spun as he looked every which way to watch as the snow flakes fell, the moon glowed brighter, the coloures of their houses collided, and faeries zipped across his face. He smiled; one would say happily. It was not a wide smile, though. Just wide enough to know he was smiling, and happy. His features relaxed as Draco's arms reappeared around the sides of his waist, and his hands circled the skin below and around his navel. As he breathed, the air around him turned to little white ghosts; wisps of the thin breaths he was taking. Memories of the past, and visions of the future. His skin flushed, from kisses on his neck and wind blows.
"Are you afraid to die, Draco?" From behind there was a deathly silence; even his breathing slowed down and was unheard. Then he drew a sharp breath, which made Harry lean into his chest.
"Yes", he replied. Harry couldn't see the boys red face or his glazed eyes.
"Why?" Draco cocked his head to the side to look at the boy he was holding. His eyes did not meet another's. He sighed, and drew in another sharp, painful breath.
"It'd mean I'd be leaving you…I'd be burdening you".
"No, you wouldn't be. I'd die with you" Harry said, still not looking at Draco.
"I wouldn't want you to, though. Why are you talking about this?" he asked; his voice was beginning to tremble.
"I was just asking a question…I'm sorry. You should've known there'd be some consequences; being the boyfriend of an outcast" he said, finally looking at the pained boy behind him. By now Draco's arms had tightened around Harry's waist. It was getting colder.
"I don't care about that…I just…" he sighed, defeated. Harry's fingers lightly traced over Draco's, and he shut his eyes. He stopped breathing, and his hearts rhythm increased intensely. His head fell to his shoulder, and he was sliding off Draco's lap. His body hit the ground faster than Draco's hands could grab him. The snow began to fall onto him softly, shielding him from all things around him. The buzz of the insects was slowly drowning out, and in his ears, Harry could hear the droning sound of a ringing in his hears. He could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he finally exhaled. His eyes opened, slowly, and he did not move. His eyes did not move. He let whatever was hovering over him lean in. Pale; red, and streaked with silver. Draco.
"I'm sorry I ruined this night…" Harry said. Draco questioned him; if he was okay, what just happened, etc,. etc.
"It's okay; you didn't ruin anything, Harry."
"The snow…isn't it beautiful?" he asked the boy above him, not even thinking about asking him why he was crying, or telling him why he just fainted.
"Yes, Harry…" Draco said, wiping away a streak and getting on one knee besides the raven haired boy, "it is…it certainly is."
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(Authors Note):
Er…what do you think? Well, besides, "It took THAT long for you to come up with this garbage?!" Hehe…er…*:nervous laughter:* I suppose I could've done way better…but, that's why I have you people; to tell me what I did good, and, well…what I didn't do so well. So, now, instead of posting up little choice things, I'm going to have you all (if you would comply) tell me what YOU want to happen, since you are, after all, the person who has to read this…Okay, no thank you's, 'cause, no one reviewed over this LONG period that I hadn't posted ;-; (I am, mind you, DEEPLY SADDENED) Oy…you'd never know that I've been depressed for a month now…and, as you all would probably want to know why I delayed, it was in fact because of that. I spent all my time writing in my journal, collecting faeries, reading "Death and Sandman" and…ugh, fuck…School. Hell with florescent walls. Okay, anyhow, I'm out. Please, please, review. Look, I'm groveling. How can you NOT review?!