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Harry and Draco's Points of Views.
Warning! Harry and Draco slash is going to appear from this chapter on, I will tell you when and whereabouts in the chapter, so if you don't like that sort of thing please skip past it, it will happened at the end of this chapter.
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Chapter Three: A midnight Quidditch Pitch
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Perhaps he should have cried? But how do you cry over people you have never loved? How were you supposed to grieve for people whom you often had wished were not related to you? There were too many questions in Harry Potter mind and no answers. With a sigh he turned away from the window he had stared out of for the past hour so that he did not have to look Dudley in the face. Despite all that had passed before them, Harry could not muster up the hate not to feel pity for his whale of a cousin who sat in the corner on the floor silently weeping while looking confuse, angry, scared and lost.
Dudley had gasped at the sight of Hogwarts. The castle had been Harry's home and the fact it impressed even Dudley had made a spark of pride glow inside Harry. But it has dimmed as quickly as it sparked as his frightened cousin had griped Harry jacket tightly like tiny lost child would. It had suddenly dawn on him that he was all Dudley had in this world now. The weight of responsibility had set upon his shoulders uncomfortably as Harry had realised Dudley would either have to stay at Hogwarts or be taken in by the Order, as no where else was safe for him. Voldermort could easily hunt Dudley down and use him for information about the Order and other wizard secrets. Either way is presented the problem with convincing Dudley that he could not call wizards freaks and he would have to respect them all otherwise face being cursed.
The image of the blond Prince of Slytherin, Malfoy entered Harry's head. The thought of Malfoy cursing his cousin would have been humorous at one point but now it frightened Harry because Dudley was all he had in away too. Dumbledore was not to be trusted, he had lost his godfather, Ron and Hermione would be supportive but they had their own families; that was all very different than just having one person to count on.
A knock on the door was followed by the sound of Professor McGonagall's voice speaking the password to the guest suite. "Phoenix Guards."
Dudley was instantly up on his feet, waddling at a jog to hide behind Harry. All he could do was stand there and roll his eyes; Dudley would only follow Harry should move. He had done it one the trip here and ever since Voldermort had stood directly in front of his father. It had been quite comical the scene before Uncle Vernon's death. He had stood before Voldermort pointing his fat stubby finger at the Dark Lord and demanding that he take his freaky friends away from his property now and leave his family in piece.
Harry had been glad Uncle Vernon had not offered him to Voldermort at leverage to try at get him to go away. But instead Voldermort had uttered the words at his aunt and uncle the same way he had done with Harry's parents and that had been the end of them. Before Voldermort had recovered enough to get inside the door. Harry had reacted quickly as Dudley screamed; he had slammed the door in the face of the Dark Lord bolted up the stairs grabbing Dudley on the way, pulling him towards Harry's bedroom, which he then bolted. Using a shrinking spell he had shrunk his trunk that had been packed and ready for the next day when the Weasley family had been due to come and collect him. His firebolt had been sat in the corner waiting for the next day; it had been the only way out the house. Thankfully the broom had held the weight of Dudley and himself otherwise it would have been over for them all. Flying over Surrey with a screaming Dudley had not been an experience Harry would wish to repeat but at least they were alive.
"Ah, boys." Professor McGonagall greeted them. "I am glad to see your both still awake. Professor Dumbledore has had the house elves prepare a little meal for you in the great hall. So would you like to come down when you are ready? May I have a word a moment, Mr Potter?"
"Don't leave me, Harry!" Dudley shrieked as Harry had moved towards the professor.
"Calm down Dudley." Harry said feeling frustrated; this clinginess would have to stop. "I will just be outside talking to Professor McGonagall. Why don't you wash up for supper and then come join us and we can get something to eat."
"Am I still on a diet?"
"No." Harry replied rolling his eyes and stepping out the door with Professor McGonagall. Who had merely frowned at Dudley as if he were a strange puzzle she must work out?
"Harry, Professor Dumbledore and I have decided to tell you that there is another student currently here in the same situation as you." Professor McGonagall said regarding Harry closely as he absorbed the news she had to break to him. Waiting to see his reaction when he learnt that what appeared to be his schoolyard foe was now in the same boat as him. "Apparently last night after the attack on your aunt and uncle's house, Voldermort attacked another."
Harry felt his heart rate sore. Panic edged through his body. Who had Voldermort attack? Where the Weasleys hurt? Had it been Hermione and her family? Or Remus? Harry suddenly felt sick he could not stand to lose another person close to him. He had managed to come to terms with the loss of Sirius; he still grieved for him though. If he lost someone else close to him, Harry was sure he would lose his sanity to the madness of blaming himself for all the death he had caused. There was only so much guilt he could take.
"Who Professor?" Harry asked worriedly. "Is it Hermione? Ron?"
"Oh no, Harry. Miss Granger and Mr Weasley are in perfect health." Professor McGonagall informed Harry. "No, our other house guest is Mr Malfoy."
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Professor McGonagall had gone to Draco to deliver the same message to him that she had spoken to Harry about. Learning Harry Potter was in the school with his Muggle cousin had been the icing on the cake for Draco. He had needed some space, so declining the invite to a light supper, Draco had grabbed his unpacked broom and head out the Dungeons towards the entrance hall and out into the darkness of the moonlit night toward the one place he felt no one would bother him; the Quidditch pitch.
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About two hours after Draco made his escape to the darkness, Harry slipped on his invisible cloak and disappeared from his shared room with Dudley. Who continued to snore away unaware Harry had left at all. He walked down the hallways of Hogwarts until he reached the fresh, cold air outside the castle. In the distance Harry could hear the sound that a broom made when in flight. Looking up he saw a low blue light glowing from the Quidditch Pitch. Curious, Harry took off at a run along the path toward the pitch.
It was Malfoy he found zipping around on his nimbus 2002 broom. The Quidditch set had been left abandoned on the ground, only the snitch was missing. But Harry knew that the golden ball was what Malfoy was following, practising his talent at catching it. Harry could not help admire the skill Malfoy actually had. This was the first time he had chance to study Malfoy properly all the other times competition had driven Harry to ignore Malfoy and concentrate on catching the snitch first.
The Blond Prince of Slytherin was certainly on fine form. His steady hand allowed him to use his broom with a skilful ballet of movements. He was showing off in other words, but that was what Malfoy was all showy because of his big name and he just wanted to be the best at everything because of it. Malfoy suddenly dived to the ground following the snitch; the move had surprise Harry who stood directly in the path of the snitch, which shot past his cheek leaving a long gash as its wing caught the soft skin. Harry grunted as it stung, he did not realise Malfoy was on a course to hit him until Malfoy fell against him.
Of course Draco had not seen Harry, as he had been invisible. But the collision had knocked the cloak free leaving Draco and Harry eye to eye sprawled on the ground. Harry ending up beneath the warm weight that was the icy blond prince he hated so much.
"Potter?" Malfoy asked confused. "How the hell? Harry had been about to answer when Malfoy's fingers grasped about his cloak. Embarrassed Harry tried to push Malfoy off from atop his body and escape. But Malfoy merely dug his heels in and tightened his grip of his thighs about Harry's hips and pushed himself up a little resting his weigh on one hand above Harry's head so his storm grey eyes maintained contact with Harry's.
"An invisibility cloak," Malfoy said glancing to his right hand that handled the soft material of the cloak. "That explains a lot you know. But not why you were spying on me in the middle of the night, care to explain that one."
"Get off me, Malfoy!" Harry hissed pushing up against Draco's hard body, but Harry failed to push him off. "I was out for a walk! I don't need you permission for a bloody walk, Malfoy. Now, let me up before you regret it!"
For the first time, Harry noticed the gold locket hanging from about Malfoy's neck. It must have been tucked under Malfoy's clothes whilst he practised. It surprised Harry; he would never have thought Malfoy the type. Without asking, Harry lifted a hand to gently catch the dangling locket. Malfoy seemed surprised by the action himself as he watched, Harry gently, hesitantly touch the gold. A soft click heralded that Harry had opened the locket. Inside was one inscribed word and a photograph of a very young Lucius Malfoy holding in his arms a beautiful dark haired woman dressed in white. It looked like a wedding photograph.
"Please, let go of it Potter." Malfoy said without the normal venom attached to Harry's name, and did he just say please? Confused Harry closed the locket and released it from his hold.
Slowly, Malfoy rose it sit back, it allowed Harry to raise up on his elbows, but Malfoy had not realised his hold on Harry's hips so they remained lying on the grass beneath the blue full moon above.
"How come you're here?" Harry found himself asking nicely. "McGonagall said something about Voldermort."
Harry saw Malfoy freeze, Malfoy's eyes snapped shut and he turned his head away from Harry. It was then he realised something bad had happened at the Great Malfoy Manor. Harry searched his memory for facts of the Malfoys; he remembered Hermione writing to him about the fact Lucius Malfoy remained in prison but Malfoy and his mother had not been found guilty of being involved in any plot with Voldermort and had been allowed to remain at the Manor out of Narcissa had been related to someone high in the Ministry and well family loyalty.
A sob escaped Malfoy's chest as Harry watched. Amazed seeing Malfoy break down like this and especially in front of him. "Malfoy, are you ok?"
"Draco."
"What?" Harry said confused at why Malfoy had replied with his name.
"Call me Draco," Malfoy sniffed as his grey pained eyes met Harry's own emerald green. "My last name is Malfoy, but I would prefer it if you would call me Draco." Draco said as crystal droplets of tears slid down his face. "And I am not ok, my. my mother was attacked by Voldermort. I.don't even know if she is alive because she sent me here to protect me."
Harry felt all the icy hatred he had created over the years for Draco melt in that one moment. Pain tore through him as he felt for Draco; they were in the same boat. Now both of them had no one left to care for them. Harry lay back in the grass and closed his eyes to hide the look of sympathy that he knew would appear there.
The kiss began gently, just a peck on the lips from Draco. Harry had been surprised and gasped throwing open his eyes, to see Draco silver one regarding his own, then felt Draco run his tongue along Harry's bottom lip. The first thought that entered Harry's mind screamed this is wrong! But the next move Draco made was to bite down on Harry's bottom lip, causing Harry to groan and restlessly shift beneath Draco, who plunged straight into Harry's mouth, taking the groan as a motion to continue.
It got out of control way too fast. Later Harry would blame it on the stress of the evening and the fact they had both suffered so much, but as Draco's tongue danced with his tasting every corner of his mouth as if it was water found in a desert oasis. And as the tempo of the kiss increased Harry found he needed something to hold on to so he slid his hands into the blond head of hair and dragged Draco closer, till Draco rested his weight on his hands, and lay completely covering Harry like a blanket then Harry plunged himself into the kiss the way Draco had.
Hands then began to roam. Realising his fingers form Draco's hair Harry wandered them down Draco's muscular body and tugged Draco's shirt out of his pants, and slipped his hands under it accessing the creamy soft warm skin of Draco's back.
Breaking away from the kiss, Draco groaned. "Oh Merlin." As Harry continued to lose himself, nibbling down Draco's throat and then he bit into the soft flesh as he dragged his finger nails down Draco's back, causing him to arch. Desperate, Draco realigned their bodies and suddenly Harry realised through the cloudy mist that had fogged his brain, he and Draco were both growing hard and that Draco was brushing his own forming erection against his creative this amazing sensation that Harry could not describe. There was no word for the pleasure Draco was creating.
Suddenly, it was not enough. Harry felt a growl of frustrate escape his throat and he tossed Draco's body beneath him, ripping open the shirt front desperate for more of the Slytherin Prince beneath him. Draco's eyes opened wide as Harry kissed him hard and with deep strokes of his tongue, earning groans of joy from him. Draco immediately began to work off Harry's shirt. Harry did not wait another moment before realise Draco's mouth and beginning and investigation of the muscular chest beneath his.
Both of them were breathing heavy now, and Draco shifted restlessly beneath him as Harry suckled at Draco's nipples; nipping, sucking and pinching until Draco could take no more. Harry felt Draco snap beneath him and Draco pushed him over on to his back, hands flying towards Harry's zipper. Draco stripped Harry down to the bare skin in a matter of second, too drive by the lust hounding about his blood.
"Oh God, Potter." Draco moaned at the sight of Harry lay out before him. "I can't take it any longer."
Yanking off his own remaining clothes, Draco repositioned Harry's body. Spreading Harry's legs wide, Draco positioned himself above Harry. With a growl Draco lent back and drew out his wand and cursed out a couple of words, Harry had never heard before. But instantly Harry felt different, but the lust within his own blood increased and he dragged Draco back for another long, passionate kiss.
Harry suddenly felt Draco pushing against him, scissoring him open demanding access to his body. Fear began to seep into his body as Draco moved further within him sliding into him, creating an amazing pressure within him that Harry could not stop himself from moaning out and biting his lip as he felt a jolt of pain.
"Take all of me Potter," Draco bit out through clenched teeth. "Oh Fuck, yes!"
Harry felt him tighten against Draco and shivered as Draco slid all the way into his body. Harry panted for breath as Draco met his gaze and then began to move within him, driving himself deeper with Harry, hitting something that caused shocks of pleasure to swarm Harry's brain. Draco leant in and kissed Harry's face, that was beginning to show the tension built within him.
"That's it," Draco murmured in encouragement to him as he moved deep within him. "God, do you know how good you feel Potter?" Draco said repositioning himself so he could continue to thrust into Harry's body but also start to stroke Harry's erection.
"Clench you muscles, Potter." Draco demanded as he thrust hard and clenched his fingers in a strong pumping rhythm that had Harry bucking off the ground in pleasure. "That's it Potter, come!" Draco screamed as they both flew over the edge with their joint release into the blackness.
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It was the coldness about his that first stirred Draco from his wonderful warm world. Lifting his head from his pillow he found himself looking into the emerald green eyes of Harry Potter. Draco also suddenly remembered him and Harry were still joined together and he, Draco Malfoy had just had sex with the boy-who-lived. With a groan he lowered his head again to Harry's chest.
"Draco?" Harry whispered unsure of what to say.
"Yes?" Draco said into Harry's chest.
"What do we do now?"
Draco lifted his head and studied Harry for a long time. What were they going to do now? As Draco looked down at Harry's face, he realised something. They had wasted years of their lives hating each other for nothing. Because they were exactly the same.
"I really don't know Harry." Draco gulped. "I really don't know."
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Harry walked beside a silent Draco as the ascended the path up back to the castle. They had calmly, silently dressed and picked up the Quidditch set, which they now carried between them. Harry was not sure what to think. How should he respond? Perhaps it was best to just cool it an experiment. Lots of guys experiment with their sexuality so why couldn't he? But did that mean Draco was gay? Or was he bi-sexual? And what did he want to do now?"
"I can hear you mind working for here, Harry." Draco said turning to look at him. "And for your information, I am not gay. Nor have I ever been, I am strictly bi-sexual."
Apparently, he could also read minds. "Who was your first guy?" Harry asked without thinking, and wished he could recall it as soon as the question was uttered.
Draco merely raised an eyebrow and answered the question, which surprise Harry further. "Christopher Matner is a Slytherin a year below us. And it was a dare that if I refused would have seen me the laughing stock of the Slytherin house. So I just did it."
Harry said nothing and continued walking, feeling somewhat disappointed and strangely wondering who was the better lover. Him or Christopher? Oh! Get that thought out of your head! Harry ordered himself.
Draco seemed to once again sense what he was thinking and dropped his end of the Quidditch set and spun Harry around to face him. "You are two hundred times better than any girl or boy I have ever been with." Draco said tilting Harry's face up to meet his gaze and the brush of his lips against Harry's cheek. "Where we go from here I am not sure, but one thing is for sure Harry. You have just become my friend and somehow my lover against all odds. We have just lost a lot. McGonagall told me more about you that she did you about me. But I am going to tell you now I want to take this slow and see where it goes? May it is just friendship but if it is more I am game. What do you say, Harry?"
What the hell, Harry thought. "All right Mal.Draco, I am willing to see this thing through."
Draco nodded then slid his hand down to grasp Harry's bum. Harry gasped as he was still tender from their earlier activities. Draco reached into his robe pocket and withdrew his wand and cast a healing charm.
"That should make it more comfortable," Draco whispered against Harry's ear. "And I promise next time you can have me."
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Unknown to both Draco and Harry, a red-eyed figure stood watching the embrace with a dark haired woman tied and bound at his feet. Narcissa watched in horror as she saw her beloved son begin to lose his heart to Harry Potter.
"Well Narcissa, this is an interesting twist." Voldermort sneered dragging her head back by yanking her hair. "I rather like this union, and I think we should ensure it is fruitful, don't you?"
After uttering those words, the Dark Lord's laughter rang out in the old Riddle House. Whilst tears ran down Narcissa cheeks and she silently prayed through her gag that Lucius or anybody could save her son. Even Harry Potter would do if he could protect her sunshine.
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I know it is a bit early but I hope you like.
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Should Harry end up pregnant in the future chapters or should Draco? Shall I keep their relationship secret or should it be public? What happens to Dudley? A bit of Draco revenge when he catches Dudley being mean to Harry? What happens to Crabbe and Goyle? What should Dumbledore's roll be in the future? When should Lucius make his appearance?
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Harry and Draco's Points of Views.
Warning! Harry and Draco slash is going to appear from this chapter on, I will tell you when and whereabouts in the chapter, so if you don't like that sort of thing please skip past it, it will happened at the end of this chapter.
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Chapter Three: A midnight Quidditch Pitch
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Perhaps he should have cried? But how do you cry over people you have never loved? How were you supposed to grieve for people whom you often had wished were not related to you? There were too many questions in Harry Potter mind and no answers. With a sigh he turned away from the window he had stared out of for the past hour so that he did not have to look Dudley in the face. Despite all that had passed before them, Harry could not muster up the hate not to feel pity for his whale of a cousin who sat in the corner on the floor silently weeping while looking confuse, angry, scared and lost.
Dudley had gasped at the sight of Hogwarts. The castle had been Harry's home and the fact it impressed even Dudley had made a spark of pride glow inside Harry. But it has dimmed as quickly as it sparked as his frightened cousin had griped Harry jacket tightly like tiny lost child would. It had suddenly dawn on him that he was all Dudley had in this world now. The weight of responsibility had set upon his shoulders uncomfortably as Harry had realised Dudley would either have to stay at Hogwarts or be taken in by the Order, as no where else was safe for him. Voldermort could easily hunt Dudley down and use him for information about the Order and other wizard secrets. Either way is presented the problem with convincing Dudley that he could not call wizards freaks and he would have to respect them all otherwise face being cursed.
The image of the blond Prince of Slytherin, Malfoy entered Harry's head. The thought of Malfoy cursing his cousin would have been humorous at one point but now it frightened Harry because Dudley was all he had in away too. Dumbledore was not to be trusted, he had lost his godfather, Ron and Hermione would be supportive but they had their own families; that was all very different than just having one person to count on.
A knock on the door was followed by the sound of Professor McGonagall's voice speaking the password to the guest suite. "Phoenix Guards."
Dudley was instantly up on his feet, waddling at a jog to hide behind Harry. All he could do was stand there and roll his eyes; Dudley would only follow Harry should move. He had done it one the trip here and ever since Voldermort had stood directly in front of his father. It had been quite comical the scene before Uncle Vernon's death. He had stood before Voldermort pointing his fat stubby finger at the Dark Lord and demanding that he take his freaky friends away from his property now and leave his family in piece.
Harry had been glad Uncle Vernon had not offered him to Voldermort at leverage to try at get him to go away. But instead Voldermort had uttered the words at his aunt and uncle the same way he had done with Harry's parents and that had been the end of them. Before Voldermort had recovered enough to get inside the door. Harry had reacted quickly as Dudley screamed; he had slammed the door in the face of the Dark Lord bolted up the stairs grabbing Dudley on the way, pulling him towards Harry's bedroom, which he then bolted. Using a shrinking spell he had shrunk his trunk that had been packed and ready for the next day when the Weasley family had been due to come and collect him. His firebolt had been sat in the corner waiting for the next day; it had been the only way out the house. Thankfully the broom had held the weight of Dudley and himself otherwise it would have been over for them all. Flying over Surrey with a screaming Dudley had not been an experience Harry would wish to repeat but at least they were alive.
"Ah, boys." Professor McGonagall greeted them. "I am glad to see your both still awake. Professor Dumbledore has had the house elves prepare a little meal for you in the great hall. So would you like to come down when you are ready? May I have a word a moment, Mr Potter?"
"Don't leave me, Harry!" Dudley shrieked as Harry had moved towards the professor.
"Calm down Dudley." Harry said feeling frustrated; this clinginess would have to stop. "I will just be outside talking to Professor McGonagall. Why don't you wash up for supper and then come join us and we can get something to eat."
"Am I still on a diet?"
"No." Harry replied rolling his eyes and stepping out the door with Professor McGonagall. Who had merely frowned at Dudley as if he were a strange puzzle she must work out?
"Harry, Professor Dumbledore and I have decided to tell you that there is another student currently here in the same situation as you." Professor McGonagall said regarding Harry closely as he absorbed the news she had to break to him. Waiting to see his reaction when he learnt that what appeared to be his schoolyard foe was now in the same boat as him. "Apparently last night after the attack on your aunt and uncle's house, Voldermort attacked another."
Harry felt his heart rate sore. Panic edged through his body. Who had Voldermort attack? Where the Weasleys hurt? Had it been Hermione and her family? Or Remus? Harry suddenly felt sick he could not stand to lose another person close to him. He had managed to come to terms with the loss of Sirius; he still grieved for him though. If he lost someone else close to him, Harry was sure he would lose his sanity to the madness of blaming himself for all the death he had caused. There was only so much guilt he could take.
"Who Professor?" Harry asked worriedly. "Is it Hermione? Ron?"
"Oh no, Harry. Miss Granger and Mr Weasley are in perfect health." Professor McGonagall informed Harry. "No, our other house guest is Mr Malfoy."
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Professor McGonagall had gone to Draco to deliver the same message to him that she had spoken to Harry about. Learning Harry Potter was in the school with his Muggle cousin had been the icing on the cake for Draco. He had needed some space, so declining the invite to a light supper, Draco had grabbed his unpacked broom and head out the Dungeons towards the entrance hall and out into the darkness of the moonlit night toward the one place he felt no one would bother him; the Quidditch pitch.
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About two hours after Draco made his escape to the darkness, Harry slipped on his invisible cloak and disappeared from his shared room with Dudley. Who continued to snore away unaware Harry had left at all. He walked down the hallways of Hogwarts until he reached the fresh, cold air outside the castle. In the distance Harry could hear the sound that a broom made when in flight. Looking up he saw a low blue light glowing from the Quidditch Pitch. Curious, Harry took off at a run along the path toward the pitch.
It was Malfoy he found zipping around on his nimbus 2002 broom. The Quidditch set had been left abandoned on the ground, only the snitch was missing. But Harry knew that the golden ball was what Malfoy was following, practising his talent at catching it. Harry could not help admire the skill Malfoy actually had. This was the first time he had chance to study Malfoy properly all the other times competition had driven Harry to ignore Malfoy and concentrate on catching the snitch first.
The Blond Prince of Slytherin was certainly on fine form. His steady hand allowed him to use his broom with a skilful ballet of movements. He was showing off in other words, but that was what Malfoy was all showy because of his big name and he just wanted to be the best at everything because of it. Malfoy suddenly dived to the ground following the snitch; the move had surprise Harry who stood directly in the path of the snitch, which shot past his cheek leaving a long gash as its wing caught the soft skin. Harry grunted as it stung, he did not realise Malfoy was on a course to hit him until Malfoy fell against him.
Of course Draco had not seen Harry, as he had been invisible. But the collision had knocked the cloak free leaving Draco and Harry eye to eye sprawled on the ground. Harry ending up beneath the warm weight that was the icy blond prince he hated so much.
"Potter?" Malfoy asked confused. "How the hell? Harry had been about to answer when Malfoy's fingers grasped about his cloak. Embarrassed Harry tried to push Malfoy off from atop his body and escape. But Malfoy merely dug his heels in and tightened his grip of his thighs about Harry's hips and pushed himself up a little resting his weigh on one hand above Harry's head so his storm grey eyes maintained contact with Harry's.
"An invisibility cloak," Malfoy said glancing to his right hand that handled the soft material of the cloak. "That explains a lot you know. But not why you were spying on me in the middle of the night, care to explain that one."
"Get off me, Malfoy!" Harry hissed pushing up against Draco's hard body, but Harry failed to push him off. "I was out for a walk! I don't need you permission for a bloody walk, Malfoy. Now, let me up before you regret it!"
For the first time, Harry noticed the gold locket hanging from about Malfoy's neck. It must have been tucked under Malfoy's clothes whilst he practised. It surprised Harry; he would never have thought Malfoy the type. Without asking, Harry lifted a hand to gently catch the dangling locket. Malfoy seemed surprised by the action himself as he watched, Harry gently, hesitantly touch the gold. A soft click heralded that Harry had opened the locket. Inside was one inscribed word and a photograph of a very young Lucius Malfoy holding in his arms a beautiful dark haired woman dressed in white. It looked like a wedding photograph.
"Please, let go of it Potter." Malfoy said without the normal venom attached to Harry's name, and did he just say please? Confused Harry closed the locket and released it from his hold.
Slowly, Malfoy rose it sit back, it allowed Harry to raise up on his elbows, but Malfoy had not realised his hold on Harry's hips so they remained lying on the grass beneath the blue full moon above.
"How come you're here?" Harry found himself asking nicely. "McGonagall said something about Voldermort."
Harry saw Malfoy freeze, Malfoy's eyes snapped shut and he turned his head away from Harry. It was then he realised something bad had happened at the Great Malfoy Manor. Harry searched his memory for facts of the Malfoys; he remembered Hermione writing to him about the fact Lucius Malfoy remained in prison but Malfoy and his mother had not been found guilty of being involved in any plot with Voldermort and had been allowed to remain at the Manor out of Narcissa had been related to someone high in the Ministry and well family loyalty.
A sob escaped Malfoy's chest as Harry watched. Amazed seeing Malfoy break down like this and especially in front of him. "Malfoy, are you ok?"
"Draco."
"What?" Harry said confused at why Malfoy had replied with his name.
"Call me Draco," Malfoy sniffed as his grey pained eyes met Harry's own emerald green. "My last name is Malfoy, but I would prefer it if you would call me Draco." Draco said as crystal droplets of tears slid down his face. "And I am not ok, my. my mother was attacked by Voldermort. I.don't even know if she is alive because she sent me here to protect me."
Harry felt all the icy hatred he had created over the years for Draco melt in that one moment. Pain tore through him as he felt for Draco; they were in the same boat. Now both of them had no one left to care for them. Harry lay back in the grass and closed his eyes to hide the look of sympathy that he knew would appear there.
The kiss began gently, just a peck on the lips from Draco. Harry had been surprised and gasped throwing open his eyes, to see Draco silver one regarding his own, then felt Draco run his tongue along Harry's bottom lip. The first thought that entered Harry's mind screamed this is wrong! But the next move Draco made was to bite down on Harry's bottom lip, causing Harry to groan and restlessly shift beneath Draco, who plunged straight into Harry's mouth, taking the groan as a motion to continue.
It got out of control way too fast. Later Harry would blame it on the stress of the evening and the fact they had both suffered so much, but as Draco's tongue danced with his tasting every corner of his mouth as if it was water found in a desert oasis. And as the tempo of the kiss increased Harry found he needed something to hold on to so he slid his hands into the blond head of hair and dragged Draco closer, till Draco rested his weight on his hands, and lay completely covering Harry like a blanket then Harry plunged himself into the kiss the way Draco had.
Hands then began to roam. Realising his fingers form Draco's hair Harry wandered them down Draco's muscular body and tugged Draco's shirt out of his pants, and slipped his hands under it accessing the creamy soft warm skin of Draco's back.
Breaking away from the kiss, Draco groaned. "Oh Merlin." As Harry continued to lose himself, nibbling down Draco's throat and then he bit into the soft flesh as he dragged his finger nails down Draco's back, causing him to arch. Desperate, Draco realigned their bodies and suddenly Harry realised through the cloudy mist that had fogged his brain, he and Draco were both growing hard and that Draco was brushing his own forming erection against his creative this amazing sensation that Harry could not describe. There was no word for the pleasure Draco was creating.
Suddenly, it was not enough. Harry felt a growl of frustrate escape his throat and he tossed Draco's body beneath him, ripping open the shirt front desperate for more of the Slytherin Prince beneath him. Draco's eyes opened wide as Harry kissed him hard and with deep strokes of his tongue, earning groans of joy from him. Draco immediately began to work off Harry's shirt. Harry did not wait another moment before realise Draco's mouth and beginning and investigation of the muscular chest beneath his.
Both of them were breathing heavy now, and Draco shifted restlessly beneath him as Harry suckled at Draco's nipples; nipping, sucking and pinching until Draco could take no more. Harry felt Draco snap beneath him and Draco pushed him over on to his back, hands flying towards Harry's zipper. Draco stripped Harry down to the bare skin in a matter of second, too drive by the lust hounding about his blood.
"Oh God, Potter." Draco moaned at the sight of Harry lay out before him. "I can't take it any longer."
Yanking off his own remaining clothes, Draco repositioned Harry's body. Spreading Harry's legs wide, Draco positioned himself above Harry. With a growl Draco lent back and drew out his wand and cursed out a couple of words, Harry had never heard before. But instantly Harry felt different, but the lust within his own blood increased and he dragged Draco back for another long, passionate kiss.
Harry suddenly felt Draco pushing against him, scissoring him open demanding access to his body. Fear began to seep into his body as Draco moved further within him sliding into him, creating an amazing pressure within him that Harry could not stop himself from moaning out and biting his lip as he felt a jolt of pain.
"Take all of me Potter," Draco bit out through clenched teeth. "Oh Fuck, yes!"
Harry felt him tighten against Draco and shivered as Draco slid all the way into his body. Harry panted for breath as Draco met his gaze and then began to move within him, driving himself deeper with Harry, hitting something that caused shocks of pleasure to swarm Harry's brain. Draco leant in and kissed Harry's face, that was beginning to show the tension built within him.
"That's it," Draco murmured in encouragement to him as he moved deep within him. "God, do you know how good you feel Potter?" Draco said repositioning himself so he could continue to thrust into Harry's body but also start to stroke Harry's erection.
"Clench you muscles, Potter." Draco demanded as he thrust hard and clenched his fingers in a strong pumping rhythm that had Harry bucking off the ground in pleasure. "That's it Potter, come!" Draco screamed as they both flew over the edge with their joint release into the blackness.
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It was the coldness about his that first stirred Draco from his wonderful warm world. Lifting his head from his pillow he found himself looking into the emerald green eyes of Harry Potter. Draco also suddenly remembered him and Harry were still joined together and he, Draco Malfoy had just had sex with the boy-who-lived. With a groan he lowered his head again to Harry's chest.
"Draco?" Harry whispered unsure of what to say.
"Yes?" Draco said into Harry's chest.
"What do we do now?"
Draco lifted his head and studied Harry for a long time. What were they going to do now? As Draco looked down at Harry's face, he realised something. They had wasted years of their lives hating each other for nothing. Because they were exactly the same.
"I really don't know Harry." Draco gulped. "I really don't know."
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Harry walked beside a silent Draco as the ascended the path up back to the castle. They had calmly, silently dressed and picked up the Quidditch set, which they now carried between them. Harry was not sure what to think. How should he respond? Perhaps it was best to just cool it an experiment. Lots of guys experiment with their sexuality so why couldn't he? But did that mean Draco was gay? Or was he bi-sexual? And what did he want to do now?"
"I can hear you mind working for here, Harry." Draco said turning to look at him. "And for your information, I am not gay. Nor have I ever been, I am strictly bi-sexual."
Apparently, he could also read minds. "Who was your first guy?" Harry asked without thinking, and wished he could recall it as soon as the question was uttered.
Draco merely raised an eyebrow and answered the question, which surprise Harry further. "Christopher Matner is a Slytherin a year below us. And it was a dare that if I refused would have seen me the laughing stock of the Slytherin house. So I just did it."
Harry said nothing and continued walking, feeling somewhat disappointed and strangely wondering who was the better lover. Him or Christopher? Oh! Get that thought out of your head! Harry ordered himself.
Draco seemed to once again sense what he was thinking and dropped his end of the Quidditch set and spun Harry around to face him. "You are two hundred times better than any girl or boy I have ever been with." Draco said tilting Harry's face up to meet his gaze and the brush of his lips against Harry's cheek. "Where we go from here I am not sure, but one thing is for sure Harry. You have just become my friend and somehow my lover against all odds. We have just lost a lot. McGonagall told me more about you that she did you about me. But I am going to tell you now I want to take this slow and see where it goes? May it is just friendship but if it is more I am game. What do you say, Harry?"
What the hell, Harry thought. "All right Mal.Draco, I am willing to see this thing through."
Draco nodded then slid his hand down to grasp Harry's bum. Harry gasped as he was still tender from their earlier activities. Draco reached into his robe pocket and withdrew his wand and cast a healing charm.
"That should make it more comfortable," Draco whispered against Harry's ear. "And I promise next time you can have me."
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Unknown to both Draco and Harry, a red-eyed figure stood watching the embrace with a dark haired woman tied and bound at his feet. Narcissa watched in horror as she saw her beloved son begin to lose his heart to Harry Potter.
"Well Narcissa, this is an interesting twist." Voldermort sneered dragging her head back by yanking her hair. "I rather like this union, and I think we should ensure it is fruitful, don't you?"
After uttering those words, the Dark Lord's laughter rang out in the old Riddle House. Whilst tears ran down Narcissa cheeks and she silently prayed through her gag that Lucius or anybody could save her son. Even Harry Potter would do if he could protect her sunshine.
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I know it is a bit early but I hope you like.
Ok the choice I want you my readers to make are:
Should Harry end up pregnant in the future chapters or should Draco? Shall I keep their relationship secret or should it be public? What happens to Dudley? A bit of Draco revenge when he catches Dudley being mean to Harry? What happens to Crabbe and Goyle? What should Dumbledore's roll be in the future? When should Lucius make his appearance?
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