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The Genius JK Rowling does! She's soo cool!
Authors note: This is Slash which means that there is a male/male
pairing. I am an American so forgive me for any Americanisms that are in
the story! Please review!!!
Chapter 1 "Wake up Beautiful"
"Whaaa ughhh..." Harry Potter was incredibly tired. He hadn't had sleep in weeks.
Hogwarts had become chaos ever since he defeated the dark lord, Voldormort. Harry looked to his left and saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, one of those ethereally beautiful things that seemed too much like a dream. Draco Malfoy was looking back at him with his beautiful silver-gray eyes intently. "I thought you would never wake up," he said as he put his hand on Harry half-awakened erection.
Harry smiled. "Well, I'm awake now," and he leaned in and kissed Draco.
Whenever their lips touched it was like Heaven to Harry. Their tongues intertwined and danced together synchronized. How could he feel this way about someone? He and Draco had been enemies ever since Harry had rejected his friendship in the first year. But some how a relationship was formed in their sixth year ....
"Hey stop it...isn't it a little early?" Harry squealed as his lover started to pump his erection. By now Harry had a full hard-on.
"Whatever do you mean, it's 11:30, I know that's not early," Draco smirked. At this news Harry jumped up. He was late again. This had to be the second time in two weeks that he had missed his morning transfigurations class, and he knew that McGonagall was not going to take this second infraction lightly.
"AHHH hell! How could you let me sleep late again!!! And you were awake!! Ughhh, you can be soooo...." And with that Harry was out of the bed trying to throw his books together. As he was screaming at the naked blonde in his bed, he was throwing on whatever he could find heaped on the floor that they had shed in their rushed heat of passion last night.
Draco just smiled. He loved it when Harry was angry. For some reason he did whatever he could to agitate the Griffyindor. I mean, who wouldn't love to see those emerald eyes glistening glittering with passionate anger, he thought. And after all, it was always only temporary. Harry could never stay angry with Draco for long.
"What in BLOODY HELL is wrong with you? Sometimes I wonder why I even..." and with that he slammed the door. By now Draco was sort of glad the tirade was over, although it left him with the biggest hard on. With a 'Shit there's only one thing left to do now', he got to work on himself and after only about ten minutes, he came all over Harry's cute Griffyindor sheets.
By the time Harry got to Transfigurations, Professor McGonagall was quite angry. "Potter! 15 points from Griffyindor!!! And sit before I take anymore for your disruption!!" Harry was beside himself. He didn't know what to do about Draco and how to balance his time with the love of his life and his time with school. Ever since he and Draco came out and started going together, his grades had been slipping. Draco, on the other hand, had the amazing ability to shag nightly and still maintain almost perfect scores. How does he do it, maybe some extra...tutoring? Harry thought. I mean don't get me wrong. He loved spending time with his Slytherine prince. But honestly, his studies were suffering.
And he was getting it more from Hermione than his teachers.
"You know, Harry, you should pay attention to your studies; you can spend time with Malfoy after your N.E.W.T's."
"I know, Hermione, but I just don't know how to tell Draco that...."
"You know, mate, I could tell him." Ron said as more of a statement than asking request for Harry's permission.
"Thanks. But I think I can handle it," Harry said and turned away from his friends. It seemed as if lately he had been doing that a lot to his best friends. Leaving them. Ever since he and Malfoy started to spend more time together in public, he was running out of time to spend with his best friends. He knew that it wasn't right, that he should devote more time to them, but he just couldn't turn his back on Draco. Not now. Not ever.
So many horrible things had happened to Draco during the war. Lucious Malfoy had been killed by the Dark Lord after he used his body to come back during their sixth year. No one expected that would stoop so low as to use his best and most faithful servant in such a way. Especially not Draco. He loved his father more than anyone. Even thought Lucius had done things to him that made him cry every time he tried to tell Harry about it, he still loved his father. But after the news of what the Dark Lord had done to his father, he didn't know what to think. He was so confused, he hadn't known whether to follow the Dark Lord or... Well the other thing.
Dumbledore had come to Draco through the fire in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. At first Draco was angry at how he dared come into his home, but then the headmaster calmed him down, and he listened to his reasons. If he went over to his side he could live, have a future. Dumbledore told him that he could wait and look out for something life-changing to happen and then decide. But he said that if Draco accepted the Dark Mark, he would not accept him on his side. Then Draco was confused and asked, "What about Snape?" Dumbledore said everyone had different circumstances and that these were his, so take it or leave it.
So obviously, he decided to take the side of the good and he was rewarded with the friendship of The Boy Who Lived. At first everyone was skeptical of Draco, but Harry had reached out to him with open arms. Soon their friendship evolved into something more, and without the presence of his father he was able to enjoy all that Harry had to offer. He didn't know what he would do without him...
"Hey...umm, can we talk?" Harry said at dinner. Harry and Draco had started eating together at the Griffyindor table because most of the Slytherins had vanished or were dead from the war.
"Sure, Potter what is it?" Harry winced when Draco used his last name.
"Why,Potter?"
"Ok, ok, Harry, what's up?" With that Harry seemed to relax a little.
"Umm, I need some space, my grades are really slipping ,and McGonagall is gonna take away all of our house points if I'm late again!" Harry was out of breath, telling Draco something always took a lot out of him. Soon he saw that Malfoy mask of calm indifference shroud Draco's face. It unnerved him.
"Fine, Potter, I can take a hint however bold and blatant it may be." And with that Draco got up and walked over to the Slyherin table and sat down next to Crabbe. Goyle would have been there also, except he had vanished and no one had seen him or his family since the war.
"UGHHHHH." It was no use, Harry thought to himself. Draco was either going to be around Harry all the time, or he was going to ignore him. Harry felt a cruel coldness squeezing up his stomach and didn't know if he could deal with the latter. But he had to get back to work.
"What was that?" Ron asked quizzically.
"Just a lovers quarrel, Ron." Hermione said airily. Ron looked confused.
"I am afraid it might be more," said Harry as he played with his toast.
Draco left the Great Hall that day in a huff. He didn't know what would make Harry just dismiss him like a some old worn-out play-thing just like that. 'Well, a Malfoy is no play-thing' he thought to himself. He stormed down the hallway.
That was one thing about Draco– when he was mad, he was mad at the whole world. But when he was happy, it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
Draco was so out of it that by the time he looked up he was outside Professor Snape's office which was just outside of the Dungeon. He knocked twice.
"What is it?" hissed a gruff voice from within. Draco wondered how Snape could both hiss and sound gruff.
Proffessor Sir, may I speak with you?" whined Malfoy through the door. He hated how his voice came out in a whine. Most other people had outgrown that by the age of fourteen. But it always seemed to do that when he was particularly upset.
"In ," commanded the voice. When Draco had shut the door behind him, he saw Snape bent over a desk near the fireplace. "Ahhh, Mr. Malfoy, thank you for gracing me with your presence. How may I help you?" said Snape with too much sarcasm to seem like he actually wanted to help.
"Oh Severus.." Draco started, wringing his hands in distress.
"I told you never to call me that," Snape sneered angrily. Then he slipped in "Don't tell me you are having a problem with your boyfriend Potter." He spoke the name like it was a contagious disease.
"Whatever makes you say that?" Draco said, still calm and not having had a nervous breakdown, as he fingered one of his Head of House's quills.
"Oh nothing," smirked Snape. He had recognized the fidgeting as a sign that he had struck a nerve.
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Chapter 1 "Wake up Beautiful"
"Whaaa ughhh..." Harry Potter was incredibly tired. He hadn't had sleep in weeks.
Hogwarts had become chaos ever since he defeated the dark lord, Voldormort. Harry looked to his left and saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, one of those ethereally beautiful things that seemed too much like a dream. Draco Malfoy was looking back at him with his beautiful silver-gray eyes intently. "I thought you would never wake up," he said as he put his hand on Harry half-awakened erection.
Harry smiled. "Well, I'm awake now," and he leaned in and kissed Draco.
Whenever their lips touched it was like Heaven to Harry. Their tongues intertwined and danced together synchronized. How could he feel this way about someone? He and Draco had been enemies ever since Harry had rejected his friendship in the first year. But some how a relationship was formed in their sixth year ....
"Hey stop it...isn't it a little early?" Harry squealed as his lover started to pump his erection. By now Harry had a full hard-on.
"Whatever do you mean, it's 11:30, I know that's not early," Draco smirked. At this news Harry jumped up. He was late again. This had to be the second time in two weeks that he had missed his morning transfigurations class, and he knew that McGonagall was not going to take this second infraction lightly.
"AHHH hell! How could you let me sleep late again!!! And you were awake!! Ughhh, you can be soooo...." And with that Harry was out of the bed trying to throw his books together. As he was screaming at the naked blonde in his bed, he was throwing on whatever he could find heaped on the floor that they had shed in their rushed heat of passion last night.
Draco just smiled. He loved it when Harry was angry. For some reason he did whatever he could to agitate the Griffyindor. I mean, who wouldn't love to see those emerald eyes glistening glittering with passionate anger, he thought. And after all, it was always only temporary. Harry could never stay angry with Draco for long.
"What in BLOODY HELL is wrong with you? Sometimes I wonder why I even..." and with that he slammed the door. By now Draco was sort of glad the tirade was over, although it left him with the biggest hard on. With a 'Shit there's only one thing left to do now', he got to work on himself and after only about ten minutes, he came all over Harry's cute Griffyindor sheets.
By the time Harry got to Transfigurations, Professor McGonagall was quite angry. "Potter! 15 points from Griffyindor!!! And sit before I take anymore for your disruption!!" Harry was beside himself. He didn't know what to do about Draco and how to balance his time with the love of his life and his time with school. Ever since he and Draco came out and started going together, his grades had been slipping. Draco, on the other hand, had the amazing ability to shag nightly and still maintain almost perfect scores. How does he do it, maybe some extra...tutoring? Harry thought. I mean don't get me wrong. He loved spending time with his Slytherine prince. But honestly, his studies were suffering.
And he was getting it more from Hermione than his teachers.
"You know, Harry, you should pay attention to your studies; you can spend time with Malfoy after your N.E.W.T's."
"I know, Hermione, but I just don't know how to tell Draco that...."
"You know, mate, I could tell him." Ron said as more of a statement than asking request for Harry's permission.
"Thanks. But I think I can handle it," Harry said and turned away from his friends. It seemed as if lately he had been doing that a lot to his best friends. Leaving them. Ever since he and Malfoy started to spend more time together in public, he was running out of time to spend with his best friends. He knew that it wasn't right, that he should devote more time to them, but he just couldn't turn his back on Draco. Not now. Not ever.
So many horrible things had happened to Draco during the war. Lucious Malfoy had been killed by the Dark Lord after he used his body to come back during their sixth year. No one expected that would stoop so low as to use his best and most faithful servant in such a way. Especially not Draco. He loved his father more than anyone. Even thought Lucius had done things to him that made him cry every time he tried to tell Harry about it, he still loved his father. But after the news of what the Dark Lord had done to his father, he didn't know what to think. He was so confused, he hadn't known whether to follow the Dark Lord or... Well the other thing.
Dumbledore had come to Draco through the fire in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. At first Draco was angry at how he dared come into his home, but then the headmaster calmed him down, and he listened to his reasons. If he went over to his side he could live, have a future. Dumbledore told him that he could wait and look out for something life-changing to happen and then decide. But he said that if Draco accepted the Dark Mark, he would not accept him on his side. Then Draco was confused and asked, "What about Snape?" Dumbledore said everyone had different circumstances and that these were his, so take it or leave it.
So obviously, he decided to take the side of the good and he was rewarded with the friendship of The Boy Who Lived. At first everyone was skeptical of Draco, but Harry had reached out to him with open arms. Soon their friendship evolved into something more, and without the presence of his father he was able to enjoy all that Harry had to offer. He didn't know what he would do without him...
"Hey...umm, can we talk?" Harry said at dinner. Harry and Draco had started eating together at the Griffyindor table because most of the Slytherins had vanished or were dead from the war.
"Sure, Potter what is it?" Harry winced when Draco used his last name.
"Why,Potter?"
"Ok, ok, Harry, what's up?" With that Harry seemed to relax a little.
"Umm, I need some space, my grades are really slipping ,and McGonagall is gonna take away all of our house points if I'm late again!" Harry was out of breath, telling Draco something always took a lot out of him. Soon he saw that Malfoy mask of calm indifference shroud Draco's face. It unnerved him.
"Fine, Potter, I can take a hint however bold and blatant it may be." And with that Draco got up and walked over to the Slyherin table and sat down next to Crabbe. Goyle would have been there also, except he had vanished and no one had seen him or his family since the war.
"UGHHHHH." It was no use, Harry thought to himself. Draco was either going to be around Harry all the time, or he was going to ignore him. Harry felt a cruel coldness squeezing up his stomach and didn't know if he could deal with the latter. But he had to get back to work.
"What was that?" Ron asked quizzically.
"Just a lovers quarrel, Ron." Hermione said airily. Ron looked confused.
"I am afraid it might be more," said Harry as he played with his toast.
Draco left the Great Hall that day in a huff. He didn't know what would make Harry just dismiss him like a some old worn-out play-thing just like that. 'Well, a Malfoy is no play-thing' he thought to himself. He stormed down the hallway.
That was one thing about Draco– when he was mad, he was mad at the whole world. But when he was happy, it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
Draco was so out of it that by the time he looked up he was outside Professor Snape's office which was just outside of the Dungeon. He knocked twice.
"What is it?" hissed a gruff voice from within. Draco wondered how Snape could both hiss and sound gruff.
Proffessor Sir, may I speak with you?" whined Malfoy through the door. He hated how his voice came out in a whine. Most other people had outgrown that by the age of fourteen. But it always seemed to do that when he was particularly upset.
"In ," commanded the voice. When Draco had shut the door behind him, he saw Snape bent over a desk near the fireplace. "Ahhh, Mr. Malfoy, thank you for gracing me with your presence. How may I help you?" said Snape with too much sarcasm to seem like he actually wanted to help.
"Oh Severus.." Draco started, wringing his hands in distress.
"I told you never to call me that," Snape sneered angrily. Then he slipped in "Don't tell me you are having a problem with your boyfriend Potter." He spoke the name like it was a contagious disease.
"Whatever makes you say that?" Draco said, still calm and not having had a nervous breakdown, as he fingered one of his Head of House's quills.
"Oh nothing," smirked Snape. He had recognized the fidgeting as a sign that he had struck a nerve.
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