Title - Mornings
Author name - Evan Malfoy
Pairing(s) - Harry/Draco
Disclaimer - The characters/sits. are copyrighted to JK Rowling and no money is being made.
Rating - PG to PG-13
Summary - Draco hates mornings. Warning SLASH! dont like dont read
Category(s) - angst/romance
Draco Malfoy snuggled against Harry's strong muscular chest. He felt Harry's arm wrap around his waist as Harry tucked Draco's small body against himself. Draco felt Harry stroke his hair gently and Draco moved his arms up to Harry's bare chest. They were both damp and sticky after their love-making. He rested his head against Harry's shoulder. As he let the peace and contentment roll over him. He never felt more secure and safe than in Harry's arms. He wanted to stay like this forever.
Draco Malfoy hated mornings, with a passion. He would leave Harry's arms and have to go through the day, waiting for the night to come. The endless hours would pass by until the night fell and Draco would again find himself in his lover's gentle arms. Harry would whisper that he loved Draco once more, and Draco would sigh softly and slip away into dreams, his body curled into Harry's.
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"Malfoy you stupid git! Will you ever grow up, maybe act human for once."
"Potter your the one who needs to grow up! Stupid Golden-Boy. You have no right to talk to me. Your as low as dirt beneath my shoes. You and your stupid parents."
Ron had to hold Harry back from pummelling Malfoy. "Calm down Harry." Harry calmed and asked, "Malfoy will you ever learn?"
"Learn what Potter?" Malfoy sneered.
"That no one cares if your rich, if your well bred. If your an orphen. They only care about what is on the inside. No one will ever love an arrogant, heartless, selfish bastard like you." Harry replied.
Draco felt his heart drop. An ache consumed his chest. He felt paralyzed. 'No one will ever love an arrogant, heartless, selfish bastard like you.' He felt the tears in his eyes but he couldnt stop them from falling. He felt them fall down his cheek, foreign bitter cold streams.
He remembered those nights in Harry's arms. The peace and love he that he desired second only to Harry. The warm that melted the cold hollow feeling in his body. He remembered those fake, blind times when he would lie in his Harry's arms. He only dreamed of laying in his Harry's arms, never sex. Only the feeling of being loved, being held in his arms. The feeling that only exsisted in his dreams.
Everyone in the potions classroom stared. Malfoy's face crumpled slightly, his eyes unfocused, tears blurring his eyes and they fell down his pale cheeks. He made no sound as he cried. He just sat there. Blaise touch him slightly and Draco suddenly jumped.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled. Draco knew it was all a dream. Harry Potter hated him. He ran out of the classroom and down the hall. He stepped on his robe and tripped, crumpling to the floor sobbing.
He didn't hear the person following him, but he felt a body sit down by him and gently move him so he was crying in the person's lap. A familiar voice whispered, "Shhh. It okay Draco. I'm sorry. I'm here you'll be okay."
Draco looked up into stunning, deep green eyes, full of sorrow. He felt his breath catch slightly as Harry bent down and kissed him softly on the mouth. Harry gently lay Draco down, and let Draco slip next to him resting in his arms. Draco slowly...
Draco slowly opened his tear filled eyes. He looked around. He was in his bed. Not with Harry on the stone floor of the hall.
Draco Malfoy hated mornings. When he wouldn't wake up alone. and realize it was all a dream. Harry Potter still hated him, and he would have to go through the day pretending he still hated Harry. In the mornings he would lose everthing he wanted. Harry.
Author name - Evan Malfoy
Pairing(s) - Harry/Draco
Disclaimer - The characters/sits. are copyrighted to JK Rowling and no money is being made.
Rating - PG to PG-13
Summary - Draco hates mornings. Warning SLASH! dont like dont read
Category(s) - angst/romance
Draco Malfoy snuggled against Harry's strong muscular chest. He felt Harry's arm wrap around his waist as Harry tucked Draco's small body against himself. Draco felt Harry stroke his hair gently and Draco moved his arms up to Harry's bare chest. They were both damp and sticky after their love-making. He rested his head against Harry's shoulder. As he let the peace and contentment roll over him. He never felt more secure and safe than in Harry's arms. He wanted to stay like this forever.
Draco Malfoy hated mornings, with a passion. He would leave Harry's arms and have to go through the day, waiting for the night to come. The endless hours would pass by until the night fell and Draco would again find himself in his lover's gentle arms. Harry would whisper that he loved Draco once more, and Draco would sigh softly and slip away into dreams, his body curled into Harry's.
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"Malfoy you stupid git! Will you ever grow up, maybe act human for once."
"Potter your the one who needs to grow up! Stupid Golden-Boy. You have no right to talk to me. Your as low as dirt beneath my shoes. You and your stupid parents."
Ron had to hold Harry back from pummelling Malfoy. "Calm down Harry." Harry calmed and asked, "Malfoy will you ever learn?"
"Learn what Potter?" Malfoy sneered.
"That no one cares if your rich, if your well bred. If your an orphen. They only care about what is on the inside. No one will ever love an arrogant, heartless, selfish bastard like you." Harry replied.
Draco felt his heart drop. An ache consumed his chest. He felt paralyzed. 'No one will ever love an arrogant, heartless, selfish bastard like you.' He felt the tears in his eyes but he couldnt stop them from falling. He felt them fall down his cheek, foreign bitter cold streams.
He remembered those nights in Harry's arms. The peace and love he that he desired second only to Harry. The warm that melted the cold hollow feeling in his body. He remembered those fake, blind times when he would lie in his Harry's arms. He only dreamed of laying in his Harry's arms, never sex. Only the feeling of being loved, being held in his arms. The feeling that only exsisted in his dreams.
Everyone in the potions classroom stared. Malfoy's face crumpled slightly, his eyes unfocused, tears blurring his eyes and they fell down his pale cheeks. He made no sound as he cried. He just sat there. Blaise touch him slightly and Draco suddenly jumped.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled. Draco knew it was all a dream. Harry Potter hated him. He ran out of the classroom and down the hall. He stepped on his robe and tripped, crumpling to the floor sobbing.
He didn't hear the person following him, but he felt a body sit down by him and gently move him so he was crying in the person's lap. A familiar voice whispered, "Shhh. It okay Draco. I'm sorry. I'm here you'll be okay."
Draco looked up into stunning, deep green eyes, full of sorrow. He felt his breath catch slightly as Harry bent down and kissed him softly on the mouth. Harry gently lay Draco down, and let Draco slip next to him resting in his arms. Draco slowly...
Draco slowly opened his tear filled eyes. He looked around. He was in his bed. Not with Harry on the stone floor of the hall.
Draco Malfoy hated mornings. When he wouldn't wake up alone. and realize it was all a dream. Harry Potter still hated him, and he would have to go through the day pretending he still hated Harry. In the mornings he would lose everthing he wanted. Harry.