Title: The Captive Author: Faby Genre: Romance/Drama Pairing: Harry/Draco Raiting: R Warnings: AU, Slash (Of course). Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing. Summary: After Harry killed Voldemort he is captured, but the purposes of his captor are good.

Chapter I Introduction

The chamber was illuminated just by the light of a candle, the huge window, which let to a balcony, was slightly opened, so the air entered; everything was quiet as if the furniture knew that it was night, ten o'clock to be exact. The shadows covered all and battled against the light of the candle. In the magnificient and huge four poster bed lied a figure.

The exquisite decored room had the softest and thickest rug that wizard money could buy, comfortable armchairs, wonderful tapestries and splendid paintings. It was obvious the bedroom had been adorned carefully, the soft colors of the walls produced a sense of peace. A beautiful flower vase with dozens of white roses was in a table near the window and a book lied opened in a sofa.

Perhaps to a strange the room would have looked like the ones that rich and pureblood families gave to the mistress of the house, but that wasn't the case.

The slender figure in the bed looked so fragile, so delicate, on that enormous bed, though the boy seemed not to mind being alone. The silky creamy sheets were giving him all the warm he needed it. A little god dreaming of gardens and sun was what he looked like.

The boy couldn't have been older than seventeen, he was visibly pretty, white silky skin, eyeslashes that any girl would envy, sweet rosy lips and deep black hair, so soft that anyone would be crazy just to caress it; he was pleasure made flesh.

The door opened and closed making an almost imperceptible sound that was enough to wake up the boy, who opened his eyes to reveal what looked like deep lagoons of emerald water.

The young man, who had entered, sit on the bed and placed a soft kiss on the lips of the boy. Then he placed a hand on the boys face and started caressing him. The boy let him do it.

The young man was what you would describe as an incredible handsome guy. He was atlethic, but his muscles were not big or unnatural, his hair was silvery blond, gray eyes that sometimes remind of steel and others of mercury, his face was closed, revealing nothing. He was virile, very sexual; the opposite of the boy, who was sinfully cute, who was desire and sensuality.

The blond man was unbottoning the top of the boy's pijama, revealing the most exquisite shoulders and the finest skin, he run his fingers carefully through the chest and started teasing one nipple until the pretty boy was struggling under his touch. The blond kissed him, but the kisses became more demanding, fierce and ravenous; the boy's only response was to accommodate himself so the other could have a better access to his mouth.

And then the intensity changed, the blond's touches were soft, sweet and slow and the boy was now moaning, lost in the pleasure. The last coherent phrase the boy heard was an "I love you, Harry" whispered near his ear, before everything else was cloud.

Chapter II Morning thoughts

The sun was illuminating the bedroom, when Harry woke up. He found himself imprisoned in Draco's arms as he had been doing every morning in the last year. Harry knew that Draco woke up a little later than he did, so Harry usually didn't move until Draco's hands were running through his back and his lips were firmly pressed to his own.

The last months had been a dream. In some way there had only been pleasure, because since the first day Draco had made clear what was wanted and required of him.

Draco, Harry had discovered, could be sweet and gentle, wild and passionate or simply strict, but Harry was glad and luck of never have seen him angry at least at him, because an angry Draco wasn't a good sight, experience proved it.

Draco had showed him in the last months a new world of sensations. Harry had never being touched by anyone else and the only kiss he had received, Cho's kiss, was not exactly a nice memory. Draco's kisses always made him feel feverish. Draco was a master in rendering him speechless, he made him burn with and in passion.

Dracos's embraces were always different, sometimes he was careful as if Harry was a child or a porcelaine doll, other times he was inflamed with lust or in fever of wanting him. Draco was unique.

Harry had seen enough times Draco's pleasure to know perfectly well how much excitement Draco obtained of a simple action as undress him; remove any cloth always meant to kiss, caress, lick and suck it, it looked like Draco craved for his skin; but Harry knew better than judge him, because Draco's actions always rendered his body in such an ecstasy, in a need so inmese that he was at the end crying out his name.

It was true that Draco could be sweet and wait until Harry begged to be taken, but his passion could be also hungry and demanding. But what made Harry felt beyond pleasure was when Draco's member was impaling him, when Draco rode him so hard and at the same time giving him so much pleasure, when Draco overpowered him and thrust again and again until Harry felt he was to be tear apart.

When Harry was filled with his seed, Draco would pressed himself even closer to Harry's body and he would gently massaged him and his breath and warm would impregnated Harry's senses and then Harry would wondered how a powerful man like him could want to hold him, could crave for him, could lust for him after all the times they had been together.

Chapter III The awakening

Draco kissed tenderly Harry's forehead as soon as he woke up, it was one of his little morning rituals. Draco would always run his hands through Harry's back reverently, because feel his warm under his touch was a sensation that never tired him.

It was incredible how much time he had waited to have him at his side, but each morning he realized that he would never let him go.

After the first time they were together, Draco discovered new feelings. He loved Harry deeply, but his love was possesive, jealous and so inmense, that sometimes he was even afraid. Draco disliked when someone or something distracted Harry, he wanted to be the most important person to Harry as Harry was to him.

When Harry came things have been difficult, Harry had been so silent, so sad, that Draco had thought he would never see him smiling; but Harry, being the sweet little thing he was, started coming to him, he had look for comfort in his arms, he had cried while sitting in his lap. An one morning he had smiled at Draco. And everything had changed.

And for a smile in Harry's lips, Draco had kissed him every morning and murmured sweet nothingness in his ear until Harry gigled and their bodies were as close as humanly possible.

Draco loved in the morning to take a long bath with Harry, it was a experience so common and yet so wonderful. Lick his skin, touch his wet hair, kiss his lips under the water. Draco loved every single piece of the puzzle that was Harry Potter

Draco loved Harry and he was sure that they were made to be together and that he was determined to keep him in his embrace until the end of his life.

TBC

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