So I decided to post a sequel (in fact I had already written some of it
– so I hoping that people would want to read it)
Yeah a few of you said that Beyond Good and Evil should have
been NC-17 but when I read the definitions I couldn't seen much of a difference
between R and NC-17.
I think this one is an R though.
DISCLAIMER – Not mine! (I wish they were. I would be rich rather than having a huge
overdraft and I would be able to afford to go on holiday!)
Thanks to everyone who reviewed Beyond Good and Evil : Liz, Jemariel, Yaoi Fan on a Sugar
High, Archwiz, Bracken, QuiggleMastr, Andrea Malfoy, Jayna, Iman, Ran-chan, IckleRonniekins
(I hope you had a good birthday – I did! How old were you?), Maggie, Dark Angel
and Tschubi-chan
A/N The first story was intended to show that you can
lust after someone you don't like. This
one shows just how complicated sexuality is when you are a teenager, with magic
thrown in too.
Anyway on with the story, I hope you like it, if you do please review!!
THIS IS STILL SLASH M/M
PAIRING - If that bothers you press the back button now – don't bother to
flame me, I will just ignore them!!
BEYOND LOVE AND HATE
Draco and Harry had been
meeting in secret all over the school for several months but apart from
enjoying a scorching sex life, their feelings towards each other hadn't changed
and they continued to insult each other with the same voracity as before.
Sometimes during moments
alone, Harry pondered his 'relationship' with Draco, although he found it
sexually fulfilling, he knew that it didn't make him happy the way Ron and
Hermione's relationship obviously made them happy.
When Ron and Hermione looked
at each other their eyes were filled with love and tenderness. They cared about
each other, they liked each other!
When he looked at Draco he
could see raw desire - a desire that
mirrored the look in his own eyes but there was no love in his expression, no
tenderness – they hated each other with a passion that equalled their lust for
each other. Harry knew he needed more than physical gratification, he wanted
someone to love him and someone to love, someone to hold in his arms and he
didn't think that someone was Draco Malfoy.
Harry also couldn't help but
feel ashamed about his 'liaison' with Draco – not because he was another boy
but because he was Draco Malfoy!
He didn't understand how he
could want someone he hated so much – why he ached to touch the flesh of the
despised. Why Draco Malfoy had this power over him (like the power he had over
Draco). What sort of twisted individual was he to lust after and long for the
one he loathed the most.
But despite knowing that his
'arrangement' with Draco was bad for him, he still continued to meet the blonde
boy all over the school whenever he could and Draco still invaded his dreams on
those nights they didn't meet.
BUT Harry had started to
notice other people again, now that his passion for Draco was being fulfilled
on a regular basis. One person that he noticed in particular was a rather
pretty redhead by the name of Ginny Weasley.
He had always assumed that
he was gay but when he found himself staring at Ginny's pretty face and
curvaceous figure in the common room, he realised that he was also attracted to
girls.
Ginny looked up from her
Charms homework to find a pair of deep green eyes staring at her from across the
room.
'Why is he staring at me?'
She wondered, blushing under his penetrating gaze.
'I know he doesn't like me,
like that. I wish he did but I will just have to be content with being his
friend.' She sighed and returned to her homework.
'She is so gorgeous, I
wonder what it would be like with her?' Harry felt his cock stiffen at the
thought.
Just then Hedwig sailed
through the open common room window a note tied to her leg.
It was written in a neat,
sloping hand that Harry recognised immediately.
Harry,
Midnight, DADA
Classroom.
Be there
It was unsigned and the
moment Harry had finished reading it, the parchment burst into flames.
Ron and Hermione both looked
up from the game of chess they were playing and stared at Harry.
"Who sent you that?" Ron asked
pointing at the small pile of ashes that were all that remained of the letter.
"No idea, it wasn't signed."
Harry lied, in truth he knew exactly who it was from but he couldn't tell Ron
and Hermione that.
Should he go and meet Malfoy
tonight, after all he knew exactly what would happen when he got there and he
knew it should stop.
Harry also knew that he
would be in the DADA Classroom at midnight.
Harry was the first to
arrive in the classroom at least that's what he thought. But when he lit his
wand he saw Draco huddled in the corner and he seemed to be crying.
Harry edged a little closer
not wanting Malfoy to notice his presence just yet. Draco was holding a piece
of parchment and he was indeed crying.
Even though Harry hated
Malfoy he couldn't just leave him there alone and crying, plus he was curious
about the letter and the reason for Malfoy's tears.
He
lit his wand again and moved closer reaching out to touch Draco's shoulder.
Draco
flinched a little at his touch and then looked up.
"Of
it's you Potter. " He said in a tired sort of voice. "What do you want?"
"I'm
surprised you have to ask, besides you are the one that asked me to come."
Harry replied sliding a hand down Draco's front, Draco shook Harry off and
turned away.
"Well
you may as well leave Potter, I am no longer in the mood."
"What!
Don't I get an explanation?"
"No
you don't, now get the hell out of here!"
"I'm
not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is going on."
"No
way Potter, just piss off."
Harry
reached forward and took the letter out of Malfoy's hands. Malfoy made a
halfhearted attempt to snatch it back but gave up and just looked forlorn.
The
letter was written on heavy, embossed parchment, in a refined hand similar to
Draco's.
Draco,
I am writing to inform you that your
mother is dead.
She defied the dark
lord and therefore had to face the consequences.
I thought you should
know.
I shall collect you from school for the funeral at 10
o'clock on Wednesday, make sure you are ready I shall be most displeased if you
keep me waiting.
Father
Harry stared at the
parchment open mouthed before Draco snatched it away.
"Happy now Potter, your
curiosity has been satisfied, so just get out!" Harry had rarely seen Draco so
uncontrolled (well apart from during their sex sessions but this was different)
and he found it strangely arousing, although he knew it was wrong. But the
emotion that Harry was experiencing most strongly was compassion and the desire
to comfort. (It was rare for him to be the comforter; he was usually the person
being comforted) These emotions surprised him; the last thing that Harry had
ever expected to feel was sympathy for Malfoy.
He reached out tentatively
and touched Malfoy's shoulder.
"I'm really sorry about your
mother." Harry found that he genuinely was.
"Yeah right Potter, why
don't you just leave me alone."
"I don't think you should be
alone at the moment, you've just had some shocking news, maybe you should go to
the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey can give you a sleeping potion!"
"Oh yeah a sleeping potion
will make everything all right. I'll wake up in the morning and everything will
be exactly the same as it is now – My mother will still be dead, so it doesn't
matter if I sleep well tonight because it won't change anything." At this Draco
dissolved into floods of tears. Harry watched helpless as Draco cried
piteously.
Harry instincts took over
and he reached forward and wrapped his arms around Draco's shaking body and
held him as he sobbed, compassion flowing out of him.
"You need a good nights
sleep Draco, I know it won't change anything but it will give you more strength
to face the next few days." Draco nodded and allowed Harry to steer him towards
the hospital wing. Just outside Madam
Pomfrey's room Draco turned to
Harry and muttered. "Thanks Potter." Harry smiled and mumbled. "That's okay,"
and blushed before pushing Draco gently through the door.
