" When Doves Cry "
By: Give the World for Mr. Black (Formally known as Yasuke) [AKA: Ms. Snuffles]
Series: Harry Potter
Warning: Slashy!
Rating: PG-13, for swearin' & snogging
Pairing(s): Seamus/Harry, Harry/Draco, and Siri/Remi
Spoiler(s): Up to the 4th book (Goblet of Fire) and mentions of the Order
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it! ^^ My (18) Harry Potter bishies are under my bed in Tupperware containers that my mum bought from the catalog!
Summary: See rest of chapters. I'm tired of so much space taken up in the beginning.
Dedication: Yaaaaaay! This chapter is dedicated to Amanda. Love you, hun. And also for Shawn! My lover! haha! Love you much, Shokuna!!!!! And this whole fic is dedicated to my best friend, Shang, 'cause she was nice enough to beta this fic! ^.^ Love ya, Shang Hai! You make my writing worthwhile!
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*Chapter 7: Where Were You?
Harry stood there, not even aware that the world was still spinning around him. The only thing that kept him from falling over was Dumbledore's voice pulling him back into reality, "HARRY! HARRY!"
"Huh?" was his only response. The Headmaster's hesitant gaze bore into his soul.
"Harry… you said you saw Draco? Lying there? Was he……dead?"
The dark-haired boy faced the spectacled-man and shook his head violently, "No……at least…not in the beginning…he talked to me……told me he needed me…………that's when the snake showed up…" The green-eyed Gryffindor shuddered involuntarily.
"Take your time, Harry… take your time…" Dumbledore knew this dream had stemmed from something more inside of him, something more intense and painful. Knowing he couldn't get to the bottom of it without starting at the top, he motioned to a scarlet armchair beside his desk, hoping the troubled teen would join him and discuss whatever was bothering him. Harry managed a weak smile, before accepting the chair and sinking into the plush slowly, sighing.
"It wasn't my fault, sir… I didn't ask to lo--like Draco…" The Headmaster nodded respectively, as if to say, 'Ah, yes… I understand…' and in an odd sort of way, this calmed Harry. Enough so, that he continued to explain the situation, "We were perfect, sir… in every aspect… we were meant for each other… despite the House differences… I know it… Then he just left… left me alone… left me to die…"
"Die, Mr. Potter? Don't you think you're overdoing it just a bit?"
Harry shook his head. "He wants me to die… how else could I be in so much pain?"
"Heartache, young man… you cared for Mr. Malfoy. It hurt that he left, but you'll live on…"
"But, sir… I've never even spent a weekend without him… he was my life!"
"Maybe that was the problem," the old man speculated.
"You're wrong!" Harry snapped, standing up a bit too quickly, feeling dizzy. Glaring defiantly at Dumbledore, Harry felt the rage and sadness rush over him. He'd never addressed exactly how he felt about the Slytherin, but now that he had, he realized why he didn't want to. He loved him. A lot. It hurt. But, he was with Seamus now. 'And Draco's with Blaise now,' he reminded himself brutally.
"Harry, sit… let's talk… you need to discuss the dream… if you don't, it'll catch up to you," he warned carefully.
"Not if I run faster," Harry sneered, striding out of Dumbledore's office.
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Draco sat up straight, fully awake after the terrifying dream he had just had. All he could remember clearly were the eyes. The beady eyes that haunted him, even out of his seemingly-constant dreamstate. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he rubbed his own eyes groggily, examining the dormitories. Everything was blurry and disoriented and his eyes didn't seem to want to focus, but he still stood up wearily, gripping the bed for support.
"DRACO!" Harry's voice made him fall back on the bed, suddenly aware of how dizzy he really was. "Drake!! Where are you?!" He flailed his limbs, causing a large mess between him and his blankets. The young Malfoy opened his mouth, coughing loudly, throat too parched to speak. Waving his arms wildly, he attempted to sit up, failing miserably and ending up even more tangled in the sheets than before. He heard his ex's footsteps on the stairs, coming closer by the second. Within a matter of seconds, they had reached Draco's bedside and he was trying to free him from the cloth restraints.
"Speak to me, please… let me know you're okay!" Harry pleaded, looking at the still boy's wide eyes beneath him. Draco opened his mouth, but no words came out. "What, what?! Tell me!"
"I can't," he choked out, laying back against his pillow, feeling Harry's warmth near him.
"Why not?" Harry shook him, hoping to scare an answer out of him. 'Stupid question,' he scolded himself.
"Water."
"You need water?" Draco nodded, shoulders burning from Harry's bout of violence. The bold Gryffindor pulled himself away from the pained Slytherin, grabbing his wand and summoning a glass full of clear water. Holding the cup for Draco, he leaned close and poured the soothing liquid into his mouth delicately, careful not to spill it on the sweat-soaked blankets that surrounded them.
"Thank…you…" the blonde muttered, pulling the sheets nearer to his swiftly-cooling, scantly-clad body.
"No problem, Drake," Harry looked around, uncomfortable about the closeness.
"Why are you here?" Draco asked finally.
"I… I needed to talk…" It felt like old times. When Harry used to come to him to talk through things. Made him feel better. Made Draco feel needed. Not like someone's possession. Actually important to someone's well-being.
"Go ahead…" The blonde sat up, taking in the now-clearer room.
"I… had this dream…" the young Malfoy gulped loudly, making Harry stop. "What?"
"Nothing… just… I had a dream, too…"
"Tell me," the Gryffindor insisted, gazing intently into the slate grey eyes before him.
"It's… it's not important… You came here to talk to me, so talk…" He took the smaller boy's hands in his own and felt the cold metal against his skin. Looking down, he noticed the silver band on Harry's right ring finger. 'He still has it………! He's still WEARING it!' Shaking his head, he returned his attention back to the discussion at hand.
"Then, it turned to a snake, and it bit me… it's like, I could feel its teeth!" Harry felt the tears prick at the corners of his eyes and he buried his face in Draco's chest. "Oh, gads, it was SO scary!"
Wrapping his arms protectively around Harry's shaking body, he tried to comfort him. 'Not the way Seamus does but, by actually caring!' Nuzzling his nose into Harry's fluffy hair, he mumbled, "Oh, come, Harry! You… you're safe with me…" He regretted saying it the minute it was out of his mouth. Harry would start to think it was okay to be with him and that was the last thing Draco wanted. Or was it?
"Oh, Drake-love… why is this so hard?" he murmured.
"What's hard?"
"Being without you." Harry hit himself mentally, 'Shut up, idiot!'
Gulp. "Oh…?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "Wish… I wish that it was different…" He pulled on Draco's shoulders, making the blonde fall on top of him. Capturing his lips under his own, Harry kissed the Slytherin with utter passion. Draco pushed him off, breathing deeply.
"What are you doing?!"
"Relieving stress," he replied, pressing his lips against Draco's neck, sucking gently.
Trying to suppress a moan, the blonde ran his hand through his hair worriedly, "I don't get you, Har'!"
"What don't you get?" he asked through partially-parted lips.
"How you can bitch me out one day, and snog me senseless the next!"
"Easy, actually… you break up with me… I can have two feelings…" Harry twisted himself so that he was positioned on top of Draco's body. "Either, I feel like I wanna die…" He kissed the soft skin just behind Draco's cheek bone, "or… I want you forever… either way… I wanna shag you… all…" He kissed him on his bare chest. "night…" Kiss on his stomach. "… long…" This time Harry had discovered that Draco slept only in his silk boxers and he began tugging at the waistband with his teeth.
The Slytherin gritted his own perfectly-white teeth, forcing himself not to succumb to the intense feelings that were rushing through his half-naked body. "H-H-H-Harry!" It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. The young Malfoy could feel the corners of Harry's lips turn up in delight on his upper chest, where the green-eyed boy had now moved his mouth.
"You like?" the Gryffindor's hot breath tingled on the Slytherin's skin.
"Mmmmn!" he moaned in agreement, pressing his hips up against the raven-haired boy's waist.
"What do you want?" Harry muttered, taking in all of the blonde.
"You, Harry!" he managed to scream, feeling his body respond to the Gryffindor's touch.
Grinning, Harry moved his gaze along the contours of the grey-eyed boy's skin. He felt Draco's hand on his chest, frantically clawing at the buttons on his robe, trying to undress him. Harry laughed at Draco's futile attempts and reached his own hand up to his clothes and removed a layer, letting it fall to the ground.
Draco gasped, realizing that the only garments his ex had been wearing were the robes that were now littering the floor. Harry smirked, obviously pleased. It had been so long since the sweaty blonde had seen and touched the other boy's magnificent body. 'Too long,' he decided. Although the past roles had been switched, it was nothing to Draco, not as long as he could enjoy every bit of him.
Dragging his finger along Draco's bare chest, Harry pressed his lips violently on the taller boy's, savoring the taste of victory in punishing him. "You torture my heart," the young Potter traced a star-shaped scar just below Draco's collarbone with his tongue, "I torture your body…" The blonde moaned in half-protest, half-desire.
"Question," the Gryffindor began, moving the trail toward the side of the Slytherin's neck.
"Hm," came Draco's only answer.
"Is every Slytherin as schizophrenic as you?" Harry was gentle with his wet kisses now.
"What do you mean?" Draco remembered why he had fallen in love with the raven-haired boy when he felt the lips all over his body.
"Every time I need you for more than your own personal pleasure," Harry began carefully, moving away from Draco's overheated body a bit to sit up and lay on his arms, "it's always, 'no, no… we're not together anymore, remember?'… but when it's… 'me and you time'… you're ready to go…?"
Draco shrugged, so the dark-haired boy continued, "When I'm alone at night, and I'm thinking… I always end up wondering things like, 'Where were you?', y'know?"
"No… not really…" Draco's icy tone cut through Harry defenses, making the normally shy and soft-spoken boy emerge from the hormone-driven façade that the young Gryffindor had produced when his emotions had taken over.
"Oh… well, I…" Harry stammered, searching for his words intently.
"Don't tell me…" Draco's eyes raged. "You're leaving again, aren't you?" The other boy nodded meekly.
"I have to, Draco…"
"No, Harry… you don't… it's your choice… if you stay here, you know what we can do… if you leave, you can go back to your Irish Pixie and NEVER bother me again!" When he said the word "never", he made it sound so final.
The smaller boy turned his head and slipped off the bed silently, grabbing his cloak and throwing it around himself, rushing out the door. When the blonde could be sure that he was out of hearing-range, he screamed audibly,
"HARRY!!!!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?!?!" Slamming his fists into the bed, he felt the tears drip down his cheeks. Tears he'd only ever cried for Harry. Tears he'd only ever cry for Harry.
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A/N::HAHA!!! YEAH! It's finally done with! Now Amanda can't kill me!! I WIN!!! Hope it's to your liking. So glad I finally finished. ^___________________________________^
If you like Sirius/Remus slash, AFTER YOU FINISH REVIEWING THIS (*hint, hint*), head on over to "Be My Cinderella"! tee-hee-hee. Advertising for my other fics in this one! Yeah!
If you like Harry/Draco slash (Hullo!), head on over to "Ten Years Gone By Unnoticed".
If you like Ron/Harry slash, then "Love Can Kill" is for you!
"Guy All the Bad Girls Want" is Percy/Oliver!
Also, I have a Marauders fic w/ LOTS of different slash pairings called "I Plead the Fifth"… it's gonna be humor EVENTUALLY! haha! Good one, huh? ^_^
Lastly, but CERTAINLY not leastly! (Is that a word? ::Shrug::) If you've ever heard of the TV show "Degrassi", I have a Degrassi fic up!! YAY!!!!
So, go ahead and read up!! Fics are good for your health! ::Hugs to all::
Always,
*Ms. Snuffles*