Title: Watashi Dai-ichi no shu; dorei ai
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are created and owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Status: BETAED
Notes: This chapter is not as exciting as the other chapters; it's more of a feeling struggles and decisions for Draco's life. I thank Luis Fonsi for inspiring me to write Draco's feelings with his song Extraño Sentimiento.
Kimmy15 : Don't worry it's not Cho, is someone who knows the answer for every spell wink, wink Clue: next chapter will be the truth of Harry's past life and the cause of his amnesia.
Mimi: Let's hope if I can after January 13
Sylvia Sylverton: Just keep on reading! Especially this one!
Anarane Anwamane: giggle and raises eyebrow at her
Chapter Five: Strange Feelings and Past encounters
He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a warm feeling surrounding his body. His hands were a bit sore as he removed them from Harry's neck. Harry's?
He rapidly pushed his weight away, his stomach laying few inches away from Harry's. He looked at the man behind him. God! Harry was more gorgeous when sleeping. He slowly pushed away the black messy locks from Harry's face to see his sleeping face.
Draco grinned and unbuttoned the white shirt Harry was wearing and slipped his hand inside teasing the man's delicious chest. He noticed how Harry stirred in his sleep as he slipped his hand down into the slave's trousers.
"Harry can sleep through a hurricane," Draco mumbled. He leaned over and with his free hand he removed the slave's glasses. A strong vibrating moan escaped Harry's lips and Draco closed his eyes as it sent shivers down his spine.
The slave slowly opened his eyes revealing the green orbs Draco seemed to like. Harry blinked his eyes as he saw Draco's blurry face close to his. "Morning slave."
"Morning Dragon." Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry. Did Harry just call him Dragon?
He leaned over and kissed the soft lips of his slave. "Dragon?"
Harry's eyes widen. "I'm sorry Ma-"
"I kind of like it," he purred on Harry's ear earning a moan from Harry. He teased the slave's manhood until they both came. Harry's moans seem to have exciting effects on Draco.
They lay silently in each other's arms until Harry broke the silence. "Will you do it?"
"What?"
"Marry her."
Draco's eyes darkened and rolled down besides Harry. "I don't like women."
"But you slept with some."
"To hide my truth from my father," Draco said ruffling his blond hair. He closed his eyes, letting the warm atmosphere relax him. He felt two fingers tracing circles on his stomach and forced his eyes open.
Harry pressed his lips against Draco, taking him by surprise. He licked Draco's lips urging him to part his lips for an entry. The truth was that Draco was never kissed in such a soft and delicate way.
Letting himself go, along with his arrogance and confidence, he opened his lips and moaned feeling Harry's tongue caress his. He savored Harry's tongue as he slides his hand behind his neck and pulled him closer. At this point the kiss became fiery and lustful.
Draco broke the kiss gasping for air as Harry trailed down, kissing his neck. No one, especially a slave had done such thing and turned him on this fast. Harry was kissing his now bare chest when the door burst open and his father stepped inside. Harry and Draco jumped away and Draco growled threateningly at his father for ruining something enjoyable.
"What?" he asked irritate.
"You're such a lazy ass sleepyhead! It's almost afternoon and Voldemort wants you there in ten minutes, without the slave!" He added before Draco could say anything.
"Tell him I'm busy!" Draco said pulling the covers around him and Harry. Lucius grabbed the covers in time and yanked them away.
"Start dressing now!"
"Have you ever heard of privacy?" He snarled. "All you have done this week is to annoy my sex life with Harry!"
Harry blushed furiously as Lucius glared at him angrily. You won't enjoy much-"
"Is not my fault things didn't work for you," Draco said cutting Lucius' words and making him angrier than ever.
"That's my life, not yours!" Lucius snarled.
"Then this is mine, not yours!" Lucius slapped Draco across the face but Draco took the opportunity to do the same. Harry looked in awe, between father and son.
"How dare you!" Lucius spat at his son. Lucius was about to strangle Draco when Voldemort stopped inside.
"Easy, Lucius," he whispered and turned his gaze at Harry. Harry suddenly felt cold from inside as Voldemort's eyes turned red. Draco couldn't help but smirked up at his father in triumph. Lucius growled at him but Voldemort hands stopped him.
"Draco, dear child, do come with me and meet your future wife," Voldemort said and Draco noticed he was saying this as he looked at Harry rather than himself. He saw Harry's green orbs twisted in pain.
Draco buttoned his shirt and looked coldly at Voldemort. "I'm not in the mood to leave this place."
Voldemort smirked and called. "Mione, do come forward and meet dear Malfoy."
A beautiful light brown long bushy curly haired woman came in. She was wearing a pale blue long dress with white silky gloves. Her skin was neither too pale nor tan but it fit her figure perfectly. Her eyes were bright chocolate and he could see cleverness in them.
"Greetings, Sir Malfoy, I am Hermione Granger, heir of the Raven kingdom."
Draco crossed his arms on his chest and smirked. "Well, I'm Draco Malfoy, son of the heartless bastard called Old Lucius and I am being forced to marry you."
Lucius looked ready to kill Draco as Voldemort chuckled at Draco's honesty. "Forgive him my Lady but Mr. Malfoy can be blunt sometimes."
Hermione fixed her gaze between Harry and Draco and shared an understanding look with Draco who raised his eyebrow at her. "I understand."
"Now since it was a pleasure to meet you, now can you leave my flat and leave me finish what I had began with my slave?"
Hermione giggled and left the room, as Lucius and Voldemort turned red. Of course they were supposed to keep Draco's record quiet.
Harry jumped out of the bed as the figure stopped in front of the closed door. "Do not fear Harry, I'm here to talk with you," a female voice whispered.
"Miss Granger?" The figure lowered its hood and Hermione came into view.
"You do care for Draco."
"Yes I do, he's my Master."
"Not in that way Harry. Right from here," she said pointing to his heart. Harry lowered his head.
"I can't answer you that Miss, for you're going to be his wife."
"But you must. I've been talking with Young Draco and he sounds really worry about you."
"He does?" Harry asked looking up at Hermione's eyes.
"Tell me Harry, do you love him?"
Harry opened his mouth but didn't answer.
Draco growled impatiently as Lucius and Voldemort discuss something outside the room.
"Damn you! Let me out at once! I have better things to do than sit around and for you to decide my life!"
"Draco this is for your future, do thank me and your father for it," came Voldemort muffled voice.
"Thanks my arse!" He smirked when he heard his father, 'argh' loudly and trying to shake the doors open.
Even if he didn't like it, he was worry for Harry. Something pumping in his veins told him something was wrong.
Extraño sentimiento siembras tú en mi piel
Es tan profundo y nuevo a la vez
Es algo tan inmenso que quiero entender
No hallo explicación no se que hacer
Está en mi piel
Since he met Harry he had been feeling strange. Voices echoes through his mind, telling him what to do but he yell at them with a growling 'no'. When he saw Harry he felt that time stopped for split minutes between them.
Es algo tan intenso dentro de mi corazón
Se eleva tan violento que pierdo el control
Es un océano que corre dentro y roba mi respiración
Y pierdo la razón cuando te veo yo
No se que hacer si cerca está tu piel
The urge to touch and explore Harry's body grows stronger every minute he looks at the delicious tanned skin. Harry's messy black hair was gorgeous. In his mind, Draco always thought he was ruffling the messy black hair with his fingers as they had sex.
Es suave como el viento, no lo imagine
Es tímido y es fuego a la vez
Está en mi piel
Es tan extraño que cuando te llamo siento que tiembla mi voz
Y va creciendo hacia el horizonte más allá del sol
Que inmensa sensación no hallo explicación
To say, Harry was perfect in every inch of his body. Draco had never seen a slave so fine and hot like Harry and he felt lucky for having him. Harry was Draco's ecstasy of excitement. He was always longing to bite and savor every inch of Harry's body and mark him as his and only his but his pride held him; Harry was a slave that soon will be handed down to the slave agency.
But...
As Draco thought all this over; there was something he had been feeling, something he couldn't quite explain. He could feel his heartbeats getting faster every time Harry approaches him and his throat tightens when Harry blush.
This feeling had made him kiss him hours ago, and had let him drop his pride and confidence with ease. It's something so intense inside his heart that rises with such violent urges that make him lose control. He can feel him on his skin like an ocean that runs inside and steal his own breath.
He loses his reason, when he sees those green orbs.
And I lose my reason when I see you
I believe...
I fell in loveHarry sat quietly on his master's bed after telling Hermione the truth about Draco but what troubles him was Voldemort.
Even he didn't know the man well, Voldemort seemed like trouble for his master Draco and him. He saw how his eyes flashed with malice at him as he presented Hermione in front of Draco and him.
As he recalled, Voldemort looked at him like he knew something about Harry. Does the man have something to do with Harry's past? He doubted it but something in his mind told him he was wrong.
The door creak opened and a hooded figure came in. "Hermione what-"
He turned to look at the figure and before he could yell the intruder covered his mouth. He pushed him against the bed and pinned him down. Harry looked in awe at the pale face and red-blue eyes of Lord Voldemort.
"We meet again Potter," he whispered and raised his wand...
TBC...
Notes: READ THIS! I won't be able to update everyday as I used to after January 13. Classes' start and I'll be a little busy. It'll take me a week or two to post each chapter. (I hope not but I can't really say how much time I'll need). My mistakes. I know there isn't much about Hermione but hell, the ideas popped out of nowhere, I couldn't control them. Hermione is the heir of Ravenclaw and she soon will help Harry and Draco. If you noticed last chapter was Harry's feelings towards Draco and in this one was Draco's. I know this chapter was one page shorter and getting a bit boring but, be patient. Next chapter as I hope, Draco is forced to enter the Weasley kingdom and a certain red haired knight is willing to help him... No more words! Or I'll spill what happened to Harry!
No, Voldemort doesn't rape Harry! You'll find what Voldemort meant about 'we meet again Potter' in next chapter, I hope.
Translation for the Spanish song:
Strange feeling you buried in my skin
It's so deep and new at the same time
It's something so immense that I want to understand
I don't find any explanation; I don't know what to do
It's on my skin
It is something so intense inside my heart
It with such violent pushes that I lose control
It is an ocean that runs inside and steals my breathing
And I lose my reason when I see you
I don't know what to do, If your skin is near
It's soft as the wind, didn't imagine
Its s shy and fire at the same time
It's on my skin
It is so strange that when I call you I feel my voice tremble
And it grows toward the horizon far away from the sun
That immense sensation, I don't find any explanation