Harry woke up lazily, the sun filtering in from under the blind. He shifted and smiled as he felt warm arms wrapped tightly around his middle. He turned his head, kissing the soft lips of Draco. His Draco. He contemplated what had happened the night before, suddenly feeling very guilty. : He only had sex with me because I asked him to. I fucking CRIED in the middle of it. Well, for most of it. Shit...:
Turning his whole body, Harry looked sadly at the man who obviously loved him. How odd it was that they'd connected so quickly and so well. Where had the old Draco gone? Probably out the door when he realized the mistake of joining Voldemort. He, Harry, knew he loved Draco the moment he'd begun to recognize feelings of love, back in his sixth year. He wasn't going to say that he'd known he was in love with DRACO, but more along the lines of the hatred morphed into apathy, then slowly progressed until Harry couldn't deny it: He was in love with Draco. And it took him seven years to tell him. But now he was with him, and bad thoughts were racing through his mind.
'Dray...' He whispered, trying to rouse him. Draco mumbled in his sleep, flinging an arm over his eyes.
'Bloody sunlight...'
'Draco... wake up. This is important.' The pale arm dropped, and Draco struggled into a sitting position. Yawning, Draco cocked his head to the side with a puzzled look.
'What's going on?' Harry straightened up, ran a hand through his hair, then looked down at the blankets.
'Are you upset with me for last night?' He asked quietly.
'What do you mean?'
'Well, pretty much demanding really bad sex.' He felt hands on the sides of his face. He looked up into grey eyes.
'You listen. I don't mind. It was what you needed. If anything, it helped us grow.' Draco said clearly.
'I- guess you're right... '
'Oh, I know I'm right. Now come here.' He held out his arms, and Harry climbed into them. 'I love you, you crazy git.' He whispered into Harry's hair, and Harry grinned.
'I love you, too.' He whispered, and he allowed himself to fall asleep once more.
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Draco hadn't lied. He knew the reason they'd had sex last night. Harry needed to feel close to someone, and that someone was Draco. He didn't feel used, he didn't feel angry. He felt needed, something he'd never felt before. So that was that, and he just hoped Harry wasn't up for another round anytime soon, because Merlin! that kind of emotional sex was draining!
This Granger thing was going to be a problem, though. He had a lurking feeling about that girl, and not just because she wasn't pureblood. He didn't plan on being nice, or anything of the sort, but he promised himself to at least keep his mouth under control. He was doing it all for the man currently inhabiting his arms. Curse him for being so... goddamned lovely.
He stayed with Harry in bed for a few more hours, then finally deciding to wake him up at 8. He began to lightly kiss his soft features, lingering onto his shoulders, down his chest, back up to his lips, and finally got a soft response. Hands ran down his back as he was kissed back, eagerly and tenderly. They broke apart a few steamy minutes later.
'Gods, we need a shower!' Harry said, and Draco had to agree. They got up, changed the sheets ('Thank Merlin for my wand!' Harry said, and Draco tried very hard not to make a naughty remark.), then Draco allowed himself to be dragged into the shower by the arm. Once inside, he leant against the wall, allowing himself to be bathed by his boyfriend, then returning the favor. When they were finished, Draco grabbed a towel and sat Harry down on the bed, towelling dry his lengthening black mop of hair.
Harry's head rolled down, chin resting on chest.
'That feels so good.' He groaned and Draco placed a few light kisses on the back of Harry's exposed neck. 'Mmm... that too.'
Once they finally allowed themselves to get dressed, Harry sent a magically transported letter to Hermione, asking if she'd like to meet him for lunch. Draco said nothing, except to say that he and Severus would do something. So Harry added that to the letter and they waited for the response, which came back abruptly.
Harry and Draco,
That sounds lovely. I'll meet you at Le Café au bord de la rivière
at noon, ok?
Severus will meet Draco at noon at Le livre écorné. He CLAIMS it's the best bookshop in the area, so you two should have fun!
Love,
Hermione
Harry handed the letter to Draco, who smiled in return.
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Promptly at noon, the two parted ways with a final kiss. Harry asked for directions to the café and saw Hermione sitting at a small table inside. He entered the shop, smiling and hugging his friend when he reached the table. Once the waiter had come and gone with their order, Hermione clasped her hands together and rested her chin on them, staring intently at her friend.
'So... tell me all about you and... Draco.' She said slowly.
'Damn you for making me go first!' Harry said, smiling. 'Well, it was the "last battle", and he saved my life-' Hermione gasped.' and so he got the most of Voldemort's magic directed to kill me, and he supposedly slipped into a coma. You know how I felt about him in seventh year, and so I went to see him in the hospital, professed my love to him, thinking that he would never know. I went home, came back the next day, and it turns out little Draco WASN'T in a coma.' Hermione gasped again. 'Oh, yes. He heard every sodding word, but then it turned out to be ok.' Their coffees arrived then, and Harry took a sip, smiling at the astonished look on her face.
'So Malfoy was pretending to be in a coma, then returned your feelings?' She said, eyebrows knit together in concentration, blowing on her drink before taking a sip as well. Harry nodded.
'Now tell me about lovely Severus.' He said, grinning.
'Well, when Voldemort captured me, he came and secretly took care of me, and it eventually morphed into... love, I guess. It was kind of hard, considering I thought I was in love with Ron, then he...well... right.' She finished, looking down, then looking back up at Harry, smiling. 'He's really great, you know.'
'So's Draco.'
'Odd, isn't it, that we both went for Slytherins?'
They chuckled at this, not knowing that the two men in their lives were enjoying the same little joke.
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(A/N:) Hey guys! what'd you think of the chapter? Did I do you guys justice? Hope so! Please let me know if it was too long, or too short, or just right, anything! Thanks to all my reviewers for chapter 8, and I don't have much else to say, gotta go to my high school football game and keep my lovely warm! He plays the trumpet! ::::Glows with pride::::
bye!
KT
Mr. X
Brenna8
Mistal, Autumn Priestess
Turning his whole body, Harry looked sadly at the man who obviously loved him. How odd it was that they'd connected so quickly and so well. Where had the old Draco gone? Probably out the door when he realized the mistake of joining Voldemort. He, Harry, knew he loved Draco the moment he'd begun to recognize feelings of love, back in his sixth year. He wasn't going to say that he'd known he was in love with DRACO, but more along the lines of the hatred morphed into apathy, then slowly progressed until Harry couldn't deny it: He was in love with Draco. And it took him seven years to tell him. But now he was with him, and bad thoughts were racing through his mind.
'Dray...' He whispered, trying to rouse him. Draco mumbled in his sleep, flinging an arm over his eyes.
'Bloody sunlight...'
'Draco... wake up. This is important.' The pale arm dropped, and Draco struggled into a sitting position. Yawning, Draco cocked his head to the side with a puzzled look.
'What's going on?' Harry straightened up, ran a hand through his hair, then looked down at the blankets.
'Are you upset with me for last night?' He asked quietly.
'What do you mean?'
'Well, pretty much demanding really bad sex.' He felt hands on the sides of his face. He looked up into grey eyes.
'You listen. I don't mind. It was what you needed. If anything, it helped us grow.' Draco said clearly.
'I- guess you're right... '
'Oh, I know I'm right. Now come here.' He held out his arms, and Harry climbed into them. 'I love you, you crazy git.' He whispered into Harry's hair, and Harry grinned.
'I love you, too.' He whispered, and he allowed himself to fall asleep once more.
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Draco hadn't lied. He knew the reason they'd had sex last night. Harry needed to feel close to someone, and that someone was Draco. He didn't feel used, he didn't feel angry. He felt needed, something he'd never felt before. So that was that, and he just hoped Harry wasn't up for another round anytime soon, because Merlin! that kind of emotional sex was draining!
This Granger thing was going to be a problem, though. He had a lurking feeling about that girl, and not just because she wasn't pureblood. He didn't plan on being nice, or anything of the sort, but he promised himself to at least keep his mouth under control. He was doing it all for the man currently inhabiting his arms. Curse him for being so... goddamned lovely.
He stayed with Harry in bed for a few more hours, then finally deciding to wake him up at 8. He began to lightly kiss his soft features, lingering onto his shoulders, down his chest, back up to his lips, and finally got a soft response. Hands ran down his back as he was kissed back, eagerly and tenderly. They broke apart a few steamy minutes later.
'Gods, we need a shower!' Harry said, and Draco had to agree. They got up, changed the sheets ('Thank Merlin for my wand!' Harry said, and Draco tried very hard not to make a naughty remark.), then Draco allowed himself to be dragged into the shower by the arm. Once inside, he leant against the wall, allowing himself to be bathed by his boyfriend, then returning the favor. When they were finished, Draco grabbed a towel and sat Harry down on the bed, towelling dry his lengthening black mop of hair.
Harry's head rolled down, chin resting on chest.
'That feels so good.' He groaned and Draco placed a few light kisses on the back of Harry's exposed neck. 'Mmm... that too.'
Once they finally allowed themselves to get dressed, Harry sent a magically transported letter to Hermione, asking if she'd like to meet him for lunch. Draco said nothing, except to say that he and Severus would do something. So Harry added that to the letter and they waited for the response, which came back abruptly.
Harry and Draco,
That sounds lovely. I'll meet you at Le Café au bord de la rivière
at noon, ok?
Severus will meet Draco at noon at Le livre écorné. He CLAIMS it's the best bookshop in the area, so you two should have fun!
Love,
Hermione
Harry handed the letter to Draco, who smiled in return.
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Promptly at noon, the two parted ways with a final kiss. Harry asked for directions to the café and saw Hermione sitting at a small table inside. He entered the shop, smiling and hugging his friend when he reached the table. Once the waiter had come and gone with their order, Hermione clasped her hands together and rested her chin on them, staring intently at her friend.
'So... tell me all about you and... Draco.' She said slowly.
'Damn you for making me go first!' Harry said, smiling. 'Well, it was the "last battle", and he saved my life-' Hermione gasped.' and so he got the most of Voldemort's magic directed to kill me, and he supposedly slipped into a coma. You know how I felt about him in seventh year, and so I went to see him in the hospital, professed my love to him, thinking that he would never know. I went home, came back the next day, and it turns out little Draco WASN'T in a coma.' Hermione gasped again. 'Oh, yes. He heard every sodding word, but then it turned out to be ok.' Their coffees arrived then, and Harry took a sip, smiling at the astonished look on her face.
'So Malfoy was pretending to be in a coma, then returned your feelings?' She said, eyebrows knit together in concentration, blowing on her drink before taking a sip as well. Harry nodded.
'Now tell me about lovely Severus.' He said, grinning.
'Well, when Voldemort captured me, he came and secretly took care of me, and it eventually morphed into... love, I guess. It was kind of hard, considering I thought I was in love with Ron, then he...well... right.' She finished, looking down, then looking back up at Harry, smiling. 'He's really great, you know.'
'So's Draco.'
'Odd, isn't it, that we both went for Slytherins?'
They chuckled at this, not knowing that the two men in their lives were enjoying the same little joke.
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(A/N:) Hey guys! what'd you think of the chapter? Did I do you guys justice? Hope so! Please let me know if it was too long, or too short, or just right, anything! Thanks to all my reviewers for chapter 8, and I don't have much else to say, gotta go to my high school football game and keep my lovely warm! He plays the trumpet! ::::Glows with pride::::
bye!
KT
Mr. X
Brenna8
Mistal, Autumn Priestess