DRACO's POV
I try to gasp but it's not really a gasp. Have you ever tried to gasp when your mouth is connected to another one? The result is basically your breath mixing with the breath in the other mouth. It's a bit sensual, to be completely honest. My eyes close. I certainly don't mean for my eyes to close, but I can't seem to do anything about it. The feeling that surges through my body, it's like I've been struck by lightening, rather pleasant lightening, and it's reaching through me to awaken every nerve ending I've got.
I can't seem to think straight and before I realize it, I've got my fingers tangled in the hair of my pursuer. I hear that gasp again and my mind screams 'Harry!' but my mouth won't form the word. I must be dreaming. I've fallen asleep in the chair and I'm just having another dream about him. I realize that he's never been invisible in my dreams, but it's not an unpleasant twist.
One hand removes itself from my back and I can feel movement. The robes are rustling against my bare legs, then, suddenly the familiar black robe (complete with Gryffindor badge) appears in a rumpled pile on my floor. Yes, this must be a dream, a wonderful dream and I'm not going to allow myself to wake up until it's completely over!
I can feel his lips on my neck and this time the gasp is definitely audible. His tongue flicks over the hollow of my throat and just as I'm REALLY beginning to get into this dream he moves away again. I was about to be very disappointed, but then I hear clothing rustling around again. Suddenly there's an empty pair of shoes on my floor and shortly after I see a dark read sweater land on the floor as well. Reaching out, I realize I can touch him. I've dreamed of this so many times, but it's never felt so real. If I thought he would feel like this in reality, I would try this when I'm awake.
It's extremely erotic, not being able to see what he's doing, what he's reaching for, where his lips are heading next. This thought is just crossing my mind when I suddenly feel those lips on my bare chest.
"Ahhhh"
I hear a very faint snicker. Merlin! I wish this were real. Was that a zipper? More fabric rustling and there's a pair of pants on the floor. "Interesting how the clothes appear. I wonder where my subconscious came up with this?"
HARRY'S POV
His subconscious? He thinks he's dreaming! How very interesting! On second thought, if I were suddenly being seduced by a person I couldn't see, I might assume the same thing.
Seduced. Yes, I suppose that's what I'm doing. I didn't really intend to, and now that I'm standing here in nothing but my boxers, I can't bring myself to allow him to see me. I'm thoroughly enjoying this and something about being invisible makes it feel so wicked, so exciting, so..DARK!
I'm amazed by the softness of his skin and the shivers that run through him as I trail my tongue down his chest, circling his navel, tickling along the edge of his boxers.
~Ahh, seems like someone's pleased~
Yes, I can see that Draco's pleased. I have the slightest bit of guilt at seducing him like this, when he clearly thinks he's dreaming. I wonder if he would react like this if he knew the truth. Has he fantasized about it as much as I have?
Suddenly, I can't do this. I grab at my clothing (noting that it disappears as soon as I touch it and wondering why that applies only to clothing) and I turn to run out of the room.
By the time I reach the portrait of the fat lady, I've dressed myself, discovered that I can indeed reverse the invisibility spell and calmed my raging hormones. "Nincompoop"
"Hmmph" the fat lady replies. "Perhaps someone should change that password." She suggests in a tone that tells me she's not in a very good mood.
"Yes ma'am. You might be right," I mutter as I walk into the common room.
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Hermione and Ron looked up when the portrait swung open. "Harry?" Hermione asked. "When did you leave?"
"Where have you been?"
Harry looked at Ron, briefly thinking that it was really none of Ron's business, then immediately considering how insanely outraged Ron would be if he actually knew what Harry had been doing. Harry smiled to himself.
"Just went for a walk. I left a while ago. I'm pretty tired and still have some Transfiguration homework to finish," he said, nodding toward the staircase. "I'm just going to head upstairs. I didn't mean to interrupt you lovebirds."
With that, Harry picked up the book that was still open on the table, turned and went up to the boys dorm.
"Hmmm..what do you reckon that was about?"
"Probably just what he said, he went for a walk and he's going to do some homework."
"Really, 'Mione. You'd think that after all the WATCHING and NOTICING you've been doing that you would have noticed something seemed wrong about that."
"I did notice, but it's obvious we're not going to get any answers tonight. We'll just have to spend a little more time with him and try to figure out what's going on."
"You know, I really love it when you start scheming!"
Hermione simply smiled and kissed Ron goodnight. "See you in the morning," she said as she headed out to her private room.
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Harry sat quietly in his bed, curtains drawn, wand lit, book open. He was determined to finish reading Safety in the Darkness by the end of the week. Draco seemed to think it was an odd choice, but hadn't asked any questions. Harry paused in his reading, contemplating the fact that Draco rarely asked questions about any of this. They had yet to discuss Harry's reasons for learning the Dark Arts, or how far he planned to go with this. Knowing that Hermione and Ron would have him committed to St. Mungo's, he had long decided not to tell them anything about his recent decisions. He knew that if they ever found out they would likely go through some very specific phases.
First, Hermione would try to analyze him and Ron would yell about Draco and threaten various hexes.
Second, Hermione would talk about going to Dumbledore or McGonagall and Ron would yell about Draco and threaten various hexes.
Third, Hermione and Ron would team up to convince him that Draco and/or Voldemort had put him under a spell, possibly even the Imperious Curse.
Finally, when they got around to believing that he was acting on his own will, they would despise him. Their feelings would be hurt, they would lose trust in him, they would stop speaking to him. He would become as hated and avoided as Draco himself. That thought hurt Harry. Ron and Hermione had been his friends for over six years and were primarily the best friends (not to mention the FIRST friends) he'd ever had. He didn't want them to hate him. But more than that, he didn't want them to die.
Listening to Ron, Dean and Seamus as they got ready for bed, the laughter and companionship in the dorm was comforting but at the same time reminded him again of all that had been lost. Neville would never be able to talk and laugh with them again. Harry thought back to when Dumbledore awarded Neville 10 points for standing up to him, Hermione and Ron in first year. That was a very brave moment for Neville. He showed his bravery on few occasions, but when he did, it was a great deal of bravery. The last time, just before Christmas in sixth year, was during the Death Eater siege at Hogsmeade. Neville saw LeStrange and Parkinson approaching the group, wands directed at Harry's back. He jumped in front of the Stupefy curse and was taken away by Parkinson when the Death Eaters left.
When Neville was found a few weeks later, his tongue had been cut out and he'd been exposed to the Cruciatus Curse so many times that his brain didn't seem to be functioning properly any more. His grandmother was highly distraught about it, yet somehow looked at it as a heroic act.
Harry didn't want any more of his friends being 'heroic' on his behalf. Ever. Safety in the Darkness would help him to make sure of that.
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Author's Notes: I hope you all are enjoying this. I also hope it's not confusing with the changing POVs. Harry and Draco have so much going on that I felt I HAD to put it in first person. The rest of it seems to fit better in third person, though. Let me know if there's anything confusing.
Redmeadow: Glad you're enjoying it! I hope to make this one rather long. There are a lot of twists in the future of it.
Aranami: Yes, it is and that's EXACTLY how I was thinking about it. Glad you like dark Harry, it seems to me that he's got every reason to turn, at least somewhat. If chap 7 made you blush, I have to wonder what this one did!
I try to gasp but it's not really a gasp. Have you ever tried to gasp when your mouth is connected to another one? The result is basically your breath mixing with the breath in the other mouth. It's a bit sensual, to be completely honest. My eyes close. I certainly don't mean for my eyes to close, but I can't seem to do anything about it. The feeling that surges through my body, it's like I've been struck by lightening, rather pleasant lightening, and it's reaching through me to awaken every nerve ending I've got.
I can't seem to think straight and before I realize it, I've got my fingers tangled in the hair of my pursuer. I hear that gasp again and my mind screams 'Harry!' but my mouth won't form the word. I must be dreaming. I've fallen asleep in the chair and I'm just having another dream about him. I realize that he's never been invisible in my dreams, but it's not an unpleasant twist.
One hand removes itself from my back and I can feel movement. The robes are rustling against my bare legs, then, suddenly the familiar black robe (complete with Gryffindor badge) appears in a rumpled pile on my floor. Yes, this must be a dream, a wonderful dream and I'm not going to allow myself to wake up until it's completely over!
I can feel his lips on my neck and this time the gasp is definitely audible. His tongue flicks over the hollow of my throat and just as I'm REALLY beginning to get into this dream he moves away again. I was about to be very disappointed, but then I hear clothing rustling around again. Suddenly there's an empty pair of shoes on my floor and shortly after I see a dark read sweater land on the floor as well. Reaching out, I realize I can touch him. I've dreamed of this so many times, but it's never felt so real. If I thought he would feel like this in reality, I would try this when I'm awake.
It's extremely erotic, not being able to see what he's doing, what he's reaching for, where his lips are heading next. This thought is just crossing my mind when I suddenly feel those lips on my bare chest.
"Ahhhh"
I hear a very faint snicker. Merlin! I wish this were real. Was that a zipper? More fabric rustling and there's a pair of pants on the floor. "Interesting how the clothes appear. I wonder where my subconscious came up with this?"
HARRY'S POV
His subconscious? He thinks he's dreaming! How very interesting! On second thought, if I were suddenly being seduced by a person I couldn't see, I might assume the same thing.
Seduced. Yes, I suppose that's what I'm doing. I didn't really intend to, and now that I'm standing here in nothing but my boxers, I can't bring myself to allow him to see me. I'm thoroughly enjoying this and something about being invisible makes it feel so wicked, so exciting, so..DARK!
I'm amazed by the softness of his skin and the shivers that run through him as I trail my tongue down his chest, circling his navel, tickling along the edge of his boxers.
~Ahh, seems like someone's pleased~
Yes, I can see that Draco's pleased. I have the slightest bit of guilt at seducing him like this, when he clearly thinks he's dreaming. I wonder if he would react like this if he knew the truth. Has he fantasized about it as much as I have?
Suddenly, I can't do this. I grab at my clothing (noting that it disappears as soon as I touch it and wondering why that applies only to clothing) and I turn to run out of the room.
By the time I reach the portrait of the fat lady, I've dressed myself, discovered that I can indeed reverse the invisibility spell and calmed my raging hormones. "Nincompoop"
"Hmmph" the fat lady replies. "Perhaps someone should change that password." She suggests in a tone that tells me she's not in a very good mood.
"Yes ma'am. You might be right," I mutter as I walk into the common room.
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Hermione and Ron looked up when the portrait swung open. "Harry?" Hermione asked. "When did you leave?"
"Where have you been?"
Harry looked at Ron, briefly thinking that it was really none of Ron's business, then immediately considering how insanely outraged Ron would be if he actually knew what Harry had been doing. Harry smiled to himself.
"Just went for a walk. I left a while ago. I'm pretty tired and still have some Transfiguration homework to finish," he said, nodding toward the staircase. "I'm just going to head upstairs. I didn't mean to interrupt you lovebirds."
With that, Harry picked up the book that was still open on the table, turned and went up to the boys dorm.
"Hmmm..what do you reckon that was about?"
"Probably just what he said, he went for a walk and he's going to do some homework."
"Really, 'Mione. You'd think that after all the WATCHING and NOTICING you've been doing that you would have noticed something seemed wrong about that."
"I did notice, but it's obvious we're not going to get any answers tonight. We'll just have to spend a little more time with him and try to figure out what's going on."
"You know, I really love it when you start scheming!"
Hermione simply smiled and kissed Ron goodnight. "See you in the morning," she said as she headed out to her private room.
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Harry sat quietly in his bed, curtains drawn, wand lit, book open. He was determined to finish reading Safety in the Darkness by the end of the week. Draco seemed to think it was an odd choice, but hadn't asked any questions. Harry paused in his reading, contemplating the fact that Draco rarely asked questions about any of this. They had yet to discuss Harry's reasons for learning the Dark Arts, or how far he planned to go with this. Knowing that Hermione and Ron would have him committed to St. Mungo's, he had long decided not to tell them anything about his recent decisions. He knew that if they ever found out they would likely go through some very specific phases.
First, Hermione would try to analyze him and Ron would yell about Draco and threaten various hexes.
Second, Hermione would talk about going to Dumbledore or McGonagall and Ron would yell about Draco and threaten various hexes.
Third, Hermione and Ron would team up to convince him that Draco and/or Voldemort had put him under a spell, possibly even the Imperious Curse.
Finally, when they got around to believing that he was acting on his own will, they would despise him. Their feelings would be hurt, they would lose trust in him, they would stop speaking to him. He would become as hated and avoided as Draco himself. That thought hurt Harry. Ron and Hermione had been his friends for over six years and were primarily the best friends (not to mention the FIRST friends) he'd ever had. He didn't want them to hate him. But more than that, he didn't want them to die.
Listening to Ron, Dean and Seamus as they got ready for bed, the laughter and companionship in the dorm was comforting but at the same time reminded him again of all that had been lost. Neville would never be able to talk and laugh with them again. Harry thought back to when Dumbledore awarded Neville 10 points for standing up to him, Hermione and Ron in first year. That was a very brave moment for Neville. He showed his bravery on few occasions, but when he did, it was a great deal of bravery. The last time, just before Christmas in sixth year, was during the Death Eater siege at Hogsmeade. Neville saw LeStrange and Parkinson approaching the group, wands directed at Harry's back. He jumped in front of the Stupefy curse and was taken away by Parkinson when the Death Eaters left.
When Neville was found a few weeks later, his tongue had been cut out and he'd been exposed to the Cruciatus Curse so many times that his brain didn't seem to be functioning properly any more. His grandmother was highly distraught about it, yet somehow looked at it as a heroic act.
Harry didn't want any more of his friends being 'heroic' on his behalf. Ever. Safety in the Darkness would help him to make sure of that.
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Author's Notes: I hope you all are enjoying this. I also hope it's not confusing with the changing POVs. Harry and Draco have so much going on that I felt I HAD to put it in first person. The rest of it seems to fit better in third person, though. Let me know if there's anything confusing.
Redmeadow: Glad you're enjoying it! I hope to make this one rather long. There are a lot of twists in the future of it.
Aranami: Yes, it is and that's EXACTLY how I was thinking about it. Glad you like dark Harry, it seems to me that he's got every reason to turn, at least somewhat. If chap 7 made you blush, I have to wonder what this one did!