On Wings of Flaming Driftwood
Author: Kess, aka Cera Sligh
Rating: R. slash.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does. So don't come after me with your flaming torches of copyright justice. (Though if someone told me I could keep Draco in my closet as a pet, I'd definitely accept, copyright or no copyright. :D)
Characters: mainly Harry and Draco, of course.
Story: Harry is having trouble dealing with the death of Sirius, and on top of it all Cho breaks up with him, and he's left with no one to turn to. However, he finds comfort in someone he never would have expected. H/D. Her./R. The plot WILL come up eventually... I promise! Please R & R!
I'm going to start replying to reviews! I really appreciate them and I feel like you guys should have some feedback, too. So, here we go!...
Dreaming0fDraco I'll keep updating, don't worry! And I agree! Smut is lovely! XD So don't worry, the smut will come. Maybe not in this chapter, though. I'm not sure when but it -will- come.
HOnEySky Oman, you know, I didn't even realize how bad Voldemort "entering" him sounded! Ah! Don't worry, he only kissed him- nothing more! He's just kina inside his head now (not his ass. lol.) And no, it wasn't his first kiss. (According to me, at least). Remember, he kissed Harry in chapter 1.
BioHazrdusMatrial3 Wahhhh, don't hang yourself! I'll continue as fast as I can!
I only replied to the reviews on the latest chapter. So if I didn't reply to yours, sorry! I will next time!
Chapter 5: Not Your Eyes
The whole situation was so awkward. Draco trailed the tips of his fingers along the surface of the water. Occasionally, a strange thought not his own would flit through his mind. It must be Voldemort. He knew everything he was expected to do, and he did not want to do it. However, he was finding it harder and harder for his own will to overpower that of Voldemort's. The quiet urgings in the back of his mind told him to go to Harry's bed... go to his bed and kill him in an disgusting way. Really, he could kill anyone he wanted to in this way. Voldemort had made it possible. Now he finally realized just how twisted Voldemort was. 'I wish I had never gone into the woods today,' he thought. 'I'll never be able to-' but his thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open.
Harry's hand was visible on the door, but his eyes were guarded by his sleeve as he stuck his head in, just enough to speak to Draco, "Hey, Draco," he whispered, "Are you descent?"
Draco wanted to say no, but the force within him caused him to stand up in the tub, step quietly over the side towards Harry and say, "Yeah, I am."
Harry opened his eyes. Immediately he closed them and hissed, "Dammit, Draco! Why'd you say you were dressed?!" But he didn't keep his eyes closed for long as Draco's damp hands were sliding up his shirt.
Draco wanted to stop. He knew if things went too far it could mean terrible things for Harry. But he couldn't control the urges from Voldemort, plus, he hated to admit, there was a small part of his own will that liked the way Harry shivered at his touch. He leaned in closer to a struggling Harry. Harry managed to throw him off and slam the door shut before Draco could get his hands on him again.
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Harry didn't understand what was going on. Just hours ago Draco had been insulting him like usual. Now it seemed he wanted to constantly make out with him. What was going on?! He was leaning against the door, panting, when the handle began to turn. He wasn't expecting it when the door swung open and he feel backward into the bathroom, sliding on his back and stopping against Dracos' legs. He looked up, then quickly looked ahead again. He did -not- want to see this much of Malfoy. Never. Soon, though, he was staring into the cold grey eyes, as Draco had lifted him to his feet by the collar of his shirt.
Draco's eyes seemed... different. So much different than when Draco had kissed him. Then, it was as if the ice that coated his cloudy eyes had melted a little. But now, his eyes were cold again. They looked almost snakelike, as if Draco no longer had any feelings. He was almost too shocked by this sudden change in Malfoy to move. Soon, though, he regained his feeling when something hot and wet was running along his jaw. He tried to jerk away, but Draco was holding him with an unbelievable strength. How could someone so small and thin have such a tight hold?
Harry tried and tried to jerk himself out of Draco's grasp, but he couldn't. The boy's mouth was moving all over his neck, and he found that he didn't want to escape anymore. He let his eyes slide closed and leaned into Draco's wet kisses. He tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck for Draco to devour. He pulled the wet, naked body to his chest and he knew he was not going to be able to stop this.
Then something strange happened. Draco stopped and a tremor went through his whole body. Harry blinked and let him go quickly. Draco had fallen to the floor, clutching at his head, rocking back and forth slowly.
"Ma- Malfoy?"
The blond boy just moaned in response. A long, painful moan that made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up. (A/N that wasn't the only thing on Harry that stood up then. Eheheh...) He began to breath more heavily, willing himself to look away and get help. But then Draco spoke.
"Harry! I... I can't control my-" and he -screamed-. His whole body arched and he screamed as if in terrible pain, clawing at the slippery tiled floor. Harry couldn't just stand there any longer. He rushed forward and took the small, shivering boy up into his arms. He flung the bathroom door open with his wand, quickly casting a silencing charm on his bed and throwing Draco into it so the other boys wouldn't here his whimpering. He grabbed the clothes he'd gotten for Draco out of the bathroom and crawled into his four poster, closing the curtains. He closed his eyes and just breathed for a moment, forcing himself to calm down.
When he looked up, he could see the pale form of Draco through the darkness. "Lumos." he muttered, and the area was filled with a dim light. Draco was crying. Harry didn't know what to do. He'd -never- seen Draco cry and it unnerved him. He gingerly handed Draco the clothes on told him to put them on. He tried not to watch as Draco slid the clothes on, sniffling the whole time. They were a little baggy on him, but they worked. Draco's hair was nearly dry, now, and he looked very tired. Harry pulled back the sheets and Draco crawled in. Rather awkwardly, Harry followed him, inching towards the edge of the bed away from Draco.
"Hey, Malfoy. What were you trying to say before?"
Draco shifted a little under the sheets. "I... cant tell you. He'll... hurt me if I do."
"Who?"
"I can't say! I can-" but once again it seemed Draco was struck with a sudden and terrible pain. He screamed and curled up into a tight ball, shaking heavily. Harry turned over and grabbed him around the middle, pulling him into a tight embrace. He had no idea why he was doing this. He had no idea why -Malfoy- was in his -bed-. But none of that mattered now. He needed to stop this pain Draco was feeling. No matter what, it needed to stop. Strangely enough, holding Draco seemed to make him a little better. He uncurled and leaned back into Harry's embrace. Harry could smell his hair, and it smelled good. So clean.
"Okay, so you can't tell me about it. Is there anything I can do... to help?" 'Am I really asking if I can help Draco Malfoy? What the hell is happening...?'
Draco turned around to face Harry. His eyes were cold again. Harry's heart froze. He knew what was coming.
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A/N: Whoooo! Smut! Are you happy? Was that good or was it too tame? lol. More will come, but there's reason for why they can only go so far for now. Plus, do you really think Harry would get with Draco only after a day of being... friends(?)... with him? I don't think so. You'll just have to be patient for the good stuff! PLEASE REVIEW!!! :DDD
Author: Kess, aka Cera Sligh
Rating: R. slash.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does. So don't come after me with your flaming torches of copyright justice. (Though if someone told me I could keep Draco in my closet as a pet, I'd definitely accept, copyright or no copyright. :D)
Characters: mainly Harry and Draco, of course.
Story: Harry is having trouble dealing with the death of Sirius, and on top of it all Cho breaks up with him, and he's left with no one to turn to. However, he finds comfort in someone he never would have expected. H/D. Her./R. The plot WILL come up eventually... I promise! Please R & R!
I'm going to start replying to reviews! I really appreciate them and I feel like you guys should have some feedback, too. So, here we go!...
Dreaming0fDraco I'll keep updating, don't worry! And I agree! Smut is lovely! XD So don't worry, the smut will come. Maybe not in this chapter, though. I'm not sure when but it -will- come.
HOnEySky Oman, you know, I didn't even realize how bad Voldemort "entering" him sounded! Ah! Don't worry, he only kissed him- nothing more! He's just kina inside his head now (not his ass. lol.) And no, it wasn't his first kiss. (According to me, at least). Remember, he kissed Harry in chapter 1.
BioHazrdusMatrial3 Wahhhh, don't hang yourself! I'll continue as fast as I can!
I only replied to the reviews on the latest chapter. So if I didn't reply to yours, sorry! I will next time!
Chapter 5: Not Your Eyes
The whole situation was so awkward. Draco trailed the tips of his fingers along the surface of the water. Occasionally, a strange thought not his own would flit through his mind. It must be Voldemort. He knew everything he was expected to do, and he did not want to do it. However, he was finding it harder and harder for his own will to overpower that of Voldemort's. The quiet urgings in the back of his mind told him to go to Harry's bed... go to his bed and kill him in an disgusting way. Really, he could kill anyone he wanted to in this way. Voldemort had made it possible. Now he finally realized just how twisted Voldemort was. 'I wish I had never gone into the woods today,' he thought. 'I'll never be able to-' but his thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open.
Harry's hand was visible on the door, but his eyes were guarded by his sleeve as he stuck his head in, just enough to speak to Draco, "Hey, Draco," he whispered, "Are you descent?"
Draco wanted to say no, but the force within him caused him to stand up in the tub, step quietly over the side towards Harry and say, "Yeah, I am."
Harry opened his eyes. Immediately he closed them and hissed, "Dammit, Draco! Why'd you say you were dressed?!" But he didn't keep his eyes closed for long as Draco's damp hands were sliding up his shirt.
Draco wanted to stop. He knew if things went too far it could mean terrible things for Harry. But he couldn't control the urges from Voldemort, plus, he hated to admit, there was a small part of his own will that liked the way Harry shivered at his touch. He leaned in closer to a struggling Harry. Harry managed to throw him off and slam the door shut before Draco could get his hands on him again.
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Harry didn't understand what was going on. Just hours ago Draco had been insulting him like usual. Now it seemed he wanted to constantly make out with him. What was going on?! He was leaning against the door, panting, when the handle began to turn. He wasn't expecting it when the door swung open and he feel backward into the bathroom, sliding on his back and stopping against Dracos' legs. He looked up, then quickly looked ahead again. He did -not- want to see this much of Malfoy. Never. Soon, though, he was staring into the cold grey eyes, as Draco had lifted him to his feet by the collar of his shirt.
Draco's eyes seemed... different. So much different than when Draco had kissed him. Then, it was as if the ice that coated his cloudy eyes had melted a little. But now, his eyes were cold again. They looked almost snakelike, as if Draco no longer had any feelings. He was almost too shocked by this sudden change in Malfoy to move. Soon, though, he regained his feeling when something hot and wet was running along his jaw. He tried to jerk away, but Draco was holding him with an unbelievable strength. How could someone so small and thin have such a tight hold?
Harry tried and tried to jerk himself out of Draco's grasp, but he couldn't. The boy's mouth was moving all over his neck, and he found that he didn't want to escape anymore. He let his eyes slide closed and leaned into Draco's wet kisses. He tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck for Draco to devour. He pulled the wet, naked body to his chest and he knew he was not going to be able to stop this.
Then something strange happened. Draco stopped and a tremor went through his whole body. Harry blinked and let him go quickly. Draco had fallen to the floor, clutching at his head, rocking back and forth slowly.
"Ma- Malfoy?"
The blond boy just moaned in response. A long, painful moan that made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up. (A/N that wasn't the only thing on Harry that stood up then. Eheheh...) He began to breath more heavily, willing himself to look away and get help. But then Draco spoke.
"Harry! I... I can't control my-" and he -screamed-. His whole body arched and he screamed as if in terrible pain, clawing at the slippery tiled floor. Harry couldn't just stand there any longer. He rushed forward and took the small, shivering boy up into his arms. He flung the bathroom door open with his wand, quickly casting a silencing charm on his bed and throwing Draco into it so the other boys wouldn't here his whimpering. He grabbed the clothes he'd gotten for Draco out of the bathroom and crawled into his four poster, closing the curtains. He closed his eyes and just breathed for a moment, forcing himself to calm down.
When he looked up, he could see the pale form of Draco through the darkness. "Lumos." he muttered, and the area was filled with a dim light. Draco was crying. Harry didn't know what to do. He'd -never- seen Draco cry and it unnerved him. He gingerly handed Draco the clothes on told him to put them on. He tried not to watch as Draco slid the clothes on, sniffling the whole time. They were a little baggy on him, but they worked. Draco's hair was nearly dry, now, and he looked very tired. Harry pulled back the sheets and Draco crawled in. Rather awkwardly, Harry followed him, inching towards the edge of the bed away from Draco.
"Hey, Malfoy. What were you trying to say before?"
Draco shifted a little under the sheets. "I... cant tell you. He'll... hurt me if I do."
"Who?"
"I can't say! I can-" but once again it seemed Draco was struck with a sudden and terrible pain. He screamed and curled up into a tight ball, shaking heavily. Harry turned over and grabbed him around the middle, pulling him into a tight embrace. He had no idea why he was doing this. He had no idea why -Malfoy- was in his -bed-. But none of that mattered now. He needed to stop this pain Draco was feeling. No matter what, it needed to stop. Strangely enough, holding Draco seemed to make him a little better. He uncurled and leaned back into Harry's embrace. Harry could smell his hair, and it smelled good. So clean.
"Okay, so you can't tell me about it. Is there anything I can do... to help?" 'Am I really asking if I can help Draco Malfoy? What the hell is happening...?'
Draco turned around to face Harry. His eyes were cold again. Harry's heart froze. He knew what was coming.
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A/N: Whoooo! Smut! Are you happy? Was that good or was it too tame? lol. More will come, but there's reason for why they can only go so far for now. Plus, do you really think Harry would get with Draco only after a day of being... friends(?)... with him? I don't think so. You'll just have to be patient for the good stuff! PLEASE REVIEW!!! :DDD