Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting, but the idea is mine. I mean no offense to J.K.Rowling, and if she would like me to remove this story, I certainly will.
Author's note:
1. I plan on updating with the next part Thursday, 9/9/04
2. Don't steal my idea.
3. Review if you like it or have some constructive criticism.
4. If you are going to flame me, note that I ignore all flames. The reason I do is this: If you are reading this it is for one of two reasons... First, you like something in the idea or saw something in the summary that intrigued you, or Second, you are an idiot who doesn't read the summary. I note this as Slash, Male on Male, and Rated R. If you don't like those things, then why are you reading it?
(Oh, and by the way: I am SO sorry. I know I was going to update before.... winces Don't be mad...)
And So It Goes
In Every Heart there is a Room
(c) 8/1/04
Harry smiled at Draco and leaned down to kiss him with a tender passion. As they kissed, Harry's hands ran down Draco's sides until they were gripping his hips. Harry broke the kiss as Draco thrust up against him, and laid his forehead against the blond's shoulder. "I want you, so much." Harry mumbled against his shoulder and bestowed little love bites along his collarbone, inflaming Draco with desire.
Draco almost groaned when he woke. If only I could fast forward the dream. His hand found the evidence of his need and stroked, relieving his body's tension after only a moment. For a few minutes he lay, relaxing after his orgasm, then he cleaned up and got ready for the day. It had only been two days since he had confessed almost everything to the man of his dreams. It was a Sunday, and the four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione and himself were going down to the Quidditch pitch so they could practice.
Draco hurried out of the castle early. He was supposed to meet them there, but he wanted to be early, already in the air, when they showed up. He grabbed his broom from the Slytherin locker room and took to the air, reveling in the freedom the broom gave him.
Soaring high above the pitch, he saw movement below and realized he had been flying for quite a while. Harry and his friends had shown up and were bringing the balls out onto the field. Sighing, he headed down to meet them, steeling himself to be friendly to Ron.
Despite the many times he had insulted her, Hermione was making a good effort to look past that and fairly civil to him. Ron, however, it seemed like nothing he could ever do would change his mind. He was as stubborn as the rest of the Weasley clan, and Draco had tried. He had gone out of his way to be friendly to Ron, and all he got in return was the cold shoulder.
Ron was still not as confidant a Keeper than Oliver Wood had been, so Harry thought that practice would be good. Roping Hermione and Draco to help them practice had been a stroke of genius. Harry knew that Ron didn't like and didn't want to accept his growing friendship with the Slytherin, but he would have to get used to it.
As Draco landed lightly near the trio, Harry directed everyone up onto their brooms. Even though Harry hadn't been allowed to play Quiddich since his fifth year, he still helped Ron practice and encouraged Ginny, who had taken over his place as Seeker for the Gryffindor team. Letting the Snitch go, Harry also climbed onto his broom. When Hermione called the Quaffle to her with a charm, the game was on. After some minor confusion where it was three against Ron, Draco and Harry settled to one team, and Ron and Hermione on the other. Since they weren't playing with Bludgers, the game was a lot easier to play.
After a long few hours playing, the four landed and started packing up. Walking back to the castle, Ron smiled at Draco for a moment before he realized what he was doing and scowled. Draco was elated. This was the way to win Ron over to be a friend - playing quidditch! Of course, if Draco had realized how much fun it was to play with these three, he might have tried to befriend them earlier.
Harry mumbled against his shoulder and bestowed little love bites along his collarbone, inflaming Draco with desire. Draco moved his hand betwwen them and carefully touched his lover. His hand gripping the other boy was tentative and shy at first, then as need claimed him, he gripped harder, carressing Harry with an urgency that surprised him.
Draco bit the fleshy part of his palm when he came, not wanting to make any noise to give himself away. Despite having his own room, he had forgotten to put an impervious charm around the room, and he didn't want the other members of his house to know what he did when he woke, or who he thought about.
Draco cleaned up quickly, wanting to get out to meet Harry by the lake. It was a Saturday, and Harry had told him he had something to show him. This was new. Draco had known he was trying to be friends, but the dark haired boy hadn't really opened up. Now, Draco had the feeling that there was something big lurking under the calm façade of the boy he was in love with.
When he saw Harry sitting on a rocky point, he didn't speak or moved closer at first. Harry was sitting still, looking off across the lake toward a point on the far shore. He looked to be lost in his thoughts, so Draco cleared his throat before approaching the still boy.
"Harry?" He spoke softly, jolting the other out of his reverie.
"Do you know what happened here? At this very spot?" Harry's voice was thick, as though he had been crying. "I saved Sirius from the dementors. They almost got me, but I saved his life." Naw Harry did start crying softly, letting the dears fall without any of the dramatics that girls seemed to use. "And over there..." His arm raised, following his line of sight to the opposite shore. "Over there, that's where I was standing, that's where I sent the Patronus from, to save myself and Sirius."
Draco almost gasped when he realized who Harry was talking about. He was talking about Sirius Black, the murderer who had spent time in Azkaban for killing Harry's parents. And yet, here was Harry, crying. Is he crying because he saved the murderer's life?
"I miss him, you see. He was my Godfather, and I got him killed." Harry turned to Draco now, and the blond boy could see the anguish in his eyes.
Draco held out his arms to Harry, enfolding him in a hug. He whispered into Harry's hair, "Tell me." So Harry did.
Thanks to my wonderful reviewers...
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