Draco awoke with a start. His eyes searched the room for some sign of the
reason to his rude awakening. When he found nothing, he rubbed his eyes.
Looking to his left, he saw Harry sleeping. He looked so peaceful. Draco's
heart leapt and in the few moments the morning sun's rays kissed Harry's
pale skin, he fell in love all over again.
That day was the last they would be spending at Malfoy Manor.
By the next sunrise, they would all be at Hogwarts again. Draco could hardly believe Christmas had gone so fast. The New Year had passed without any interesting moments. Although, there was one occasion in the Manor's lake located at the very back of the grounds. Luckily the danger didn't become a reality as their very inquisitive daughter's attention was deterred before she could witness her parents in a rather compromising situation.
Harry looked so peaceful as he slept. His eyelashes were a thin dusting of ebony against a bare canvas; a canvas Draco could close his eyes and picture. So much had changed since they had left Hogwarts. Harry was rebellious back then, didn't care much for the rules. Somewhere around his fifth year, his definition of good versus evil had frayed around the edges, a change that momentarily left Draco yearning for the good, innocent boy he used to trade heated insults with.
An hour had passed before Draco knew it. His daydreams had taken him to a place so far away he didn't notice the dark-haired god staring down at him from his position upon his propped-up elbow.
"Back to me?" Harry smiled adoringly.
"How long-" Draco started but was cut off by Harry's words.
"Long enough to notice how awfully handsome you look today." Harry winked.
"As opposed to?" Draco added coyly.
"As opposed to your usual bed-head and vacant expression." Harry trailed off, a smile playing on his lips.
"This morning feels different."
Harry tilted his head slightly. "Different?"
"Just. Magical."
"Really?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Tomorrow we go back to school."
"In theory."
"Will I still get in trouble for wondering the grounds at night?" Draco smiled, arching an eyebrow.
"Draco, darling," Harry started softly, cupping Draco's cheek in his hand, "what makes you think you'll have time at night to wander the large expanse of the Hogwarts grounds?"
"My, Harry, expanse? Big words." Draco chuckled, turning his head and gently kissing the palm of Harry's hand, dragging his tongue against the skin after placing a few gentle butterfly kisses.
"There isn't much time," Harry whimpered, but it was too late. Draco's actions upon his hand had started the liquid desire pooling in his stomach and flowing downwards freely.
Draco looked at him wickedly, "My dear Harry, there is always time."
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"I want it." Skyler pouted, looking back and forth between her grandparents,
"But, Skyler, sweetheart-" Narcissa started.
"NO!" Skyler yelled, still firmly pouting.
"Skyler, your parents said no," Lucius tried to explain.
"But I want a new broom. Ryan got the new Nimbus Infinite. I WANT ONE." Skyler stomped her foot loudly against the wooden floor,
"I know, I know," Lucius tried, with a patience he never would have had for Draco, "but your father said-"
"I. Don't. Care. You're not my father. Pleeeeeeeeease, Grand-daddy?" Skyler's technique had shifted to pleading, her big round eyes now using their full potential.
Just as Lucius was starting to crack, the door swung open.
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Harry and Draco finally made it out of their bedroom, still stealing quick kisses on their way downstairs. Their hands were entwined and they smiled good morning at every house-elf they came across.
"That was amazing."
"I see what you meant." Harry winked. Draco stopped, looking confused. Harry smiled. "About the magic."
"Oh." Draco grinned. He seemed to be having a problem keeping the smile off his face today. It reminded him a lot of his and Harry's first time. That had been one of the most amazing nights, and days after, of his life.
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Draco walked tiredly back up to his dorm, tired and angry at the world. He had just seen Professor Lupin about his DADA paper. He'd done twice as much as required, with more research than anybody else and still the Mudblood bettered him.
"Bitch," he growled to the darkness in the room. The room wasn't completely his; he had to share half of it with Crabbe and Goyle, though he made sure they had a half between them. He was a Malfoy and he needed his space.
"Who?" Goyle asked, hoping for some gossip on his friends love-life.
"What?" Draco asked, as if in shock that Goyle would even assume he was being talked to. "Goyle, shut up."
"Sorry. Jesus, what crawled up your arse?" Goyle rolled his eyes and went back to reading his latest issue of Playboy Wizard. He was the only person who actually read it for the articles. Not that Draco could ridicule him for it; it was the only thing Goyle could easily read. 'Yes' Draco thought to himself, 'Silicone', the longest word, has only three syllables.
Draco dropped back onto his bed, his eyes focused on the dim light escaping from the fire.
"Ouch. Fuck." Draco sat up quickly, rubbing his back that had roughly come into contact with something hard on his bed.
"Oh, yeah." Goyle smiled. "That just appeared about an hour ago." He grinned as if for remembering this, he deserved a treat.
"And I see you told me before I seriously injured myself," Draco snapped, exaggerating the situation as usual. Goyle looked a little hurt, but quickly forgot and went back to his reading.
Making sure Goyle's attention was completely on the task at hand, Draco opened the small silver box and pulled out a letter. On it, written in scratchy handwriting was 'Meet me tonight. I can't wait any longer. Screw the world.' Despite his best efforts to control himself, Draco felt a jump in his heart.
"Why you smiling?" Crabbe asked as he walked in through the door. It was a wonder he could still fit, Draco remarked to himself.
"No reason," Draco lied.
"He's been with Felicity all night," Goyle guessed, putting down his magazine.
Draco looked at Goyle and raised an eyebrow. "You assume this why?"
Goyle just shrugged. "Well, you weren't with us and you look happy. Unless you're actually going to her dorm later, which would be why you're so happy." Goyle smiled, extremely proud of himself for working something out.
Draco nodded approvingly. "I'm impressed, Goyle. Apparently your brain does tend to work on occasion. Anyway, I'm going down to the lake." He didn't know if Harry would be there but it was the only place he could think to look.
"But Draco, it's, like, minus fifty degrees outside." Crabbe shivered.
"Don't exaggerate, Goyle, it's well above freezing." Draco shook his head. "I need to think. Don't follow me."
The two nodded their consent and Draco walked out the door, "He's so gonna get laid." Crabbe winked at Goyle, who just looked up and replied;
"I thought I said that?" with a genuinely confused tone behind his voice.
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By the time Draco got down to the lake, the sun had well and truly set and the moon was high in the cold, cloudless sky. Stars shone against the blackness, making their mark, and for some reason Draco thought they were watching him.
'What a show they're going to get.' Draco smiled. He ran the scenario through his head a million times. Neither of them were virgins, he was sure of this, and from the things he'd heard about Milaca and Harry, Draco was the innocent one in this relationship.
Draco hadn't thought twice about losing his virginity. It hadn't seemed important; he'd wanted to sleep with Felicity and he had. End of story. But somehow it was different with Harry, he wanted to remember it forever, he wanted it to be a memory he would look back on always. He also wanted the same memory for Harry.
As he drew nearer the lake, he saw a shadow sitting on a rock, behind a large tree. For a few minutes he watched Harry watching the lake. No movement came from the man he loved. Draco watched until his feet were sore and his legs were numb. Then he stepped forward,
"Don't move," Harry ordered. He smiled, his head moving slightly to look at Draco. "Sorry, but I want to memorise every detail."
Draco nodded. "Of course."
Harry stood and walked up to Draco, he cupped his face in his hands and kissed him lightly. "You look amazing."
Draco's eyes skimmed Harry. The skinny boy with messy hair was gone. In front of him stood an athletic man, a build one would get from playing Quidditch. Harry's hair was still unruly, but the length definitely complemented Harry's bone structure.
"You look better."
"I know."
They kissed again, gently and tenderly, not the kiss of two people who were about to make wild passionate love, more a kiss of two people who were kissing for the first time.
"Come." Harry said, pulling Draco's hand slightly. Draco followed obediently, as Harry led them towards the Whomping Willow.
"Harry-" Draco started but stopped when the tree's movements stopped in mid- action. Draco could see no sign of why this happened, and the only other breathing thing in eye-range was a tabby cat, sat at the base of the tree, looking at them knowingly.
Harry led Draco to the base and showed him where to climb in. Draco did so without a word and Harry followed shortly behind. But not before he said a quick 'Thank You' to the cat.
"What's with the cat?" Draco asked. Harry answered him with a kiss,
"Don't think about the world tonight. Just you and me. I need it to be like this," Harry explained. Draco nodded, just now noticing his knees were jelly. He just knew he could never be more or less in love with Harry as he was this very moment.
And Harry felt the same.
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Draco decided to stop the memory as he and Harry approached the doors to the sitting room. They both heard Skyler's raised voice and looked at each other. Harry stepped back and let Draco enter first. Being 'the angry- father' was much more Draco's thing; Harry was the one who snuck food to her in the middle of the night. Though he couldn't deny that he knew Draco did the same.
"Skyler," Draco warned. Skyler stopped speaking and looked sheepishly towards her father.
"But, Dad-"
"No. Both of us told you no to the new broomstick. You're eleven. You don't need a better broomstick. You're a hazard to yourself on the one you own now. If you ask again, I will take your Firebolt-666 off you as well. Now drop it," Draco replied.
Skyler looked up, still pouting a little. "But I made the house team."
"So?" Draco asked, acting not the least bit fazed although inside he was awash with pride.
"So??? I should get a better broom."
"Skyler. End of discussion," Draco ordered.
"But, Daddy-" Skyler looked at Harry, who wore a stern expression and merely shook his head. "But-"
"No," Harry said, starting to get angry himself. "Go and pack, we're leaving in a few hours."
"I want to go on the train," Skyler said sulkily.
"Fine. Go on the train. But no money for sweets, and no Portkeys. You'll be up at five o'clock sharp and go by car," Draco spoke calmly and clearly.
"FIVE?" Skyler gaped.
"That's how long it takes by car. Two hours. In fact, you might want to get up a bit earlier; you know, to get ready."
"But it took fifteen minutes last time." Skyler was almost crying,
"That was from home. You're staying here. Your dad has to be there a day early to sort out the charms on the castle. If you think I'm going to stay here, you're mistaken. I'm leaving too."
"Okay, I'll come with you." Skyler caved.
"O-" Harry was cut off.
"No. You've made your bed. Lie in it," Draco ordered. He smiled at his mother and nodded at his father. "Good morning."
"Good morning, son," Lucius said, impressed at the way Draco reminded him of himself.
Harry just looked between his daughter and his husband. Draco slipped his arm around his waist and pulled him off to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Come on, baby. We need to eat before we leave."
Harry smiled and just wanted to get Draco out the room so he could ravish him. Okay, he was a bad father; he should be thinking about Skyler and feeling sorry for her. But he had a good excuse: he was standing very close to Draco Malfoy. A Draco Malfoy that had been writhing under him not an hour before.
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Okay new chapter. A long time I know, but not as long as before.
I've been rather pre-occupied lately, but two more exams and I'm done!!! Then I can spend all next year writing more chapters and doing re-sits. Hehe.
I'm sorry I didn't go into detailed sex in the flashback, I was going to but it's an extract from the prequel and it took me about 3 days to write the rest of that scene so I wanna give you all a reason to read the prequel since come on, we all know Harry/Draco 1st time sex is one of the best reasons to read Harry/Draco slash.
Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Lol. Again thank you for being damn patient. I would usually look at the reviews right now and put them all down, but thanks to my boyfriend and his graphic jokes my three-year old daughter is now asking questions that I don't want to answer.
Bye people. They'll be a new chapter up a.s.a.p!
- Akasha
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That day was the last they would be spending at Malfoy Manor.
By the next sunrise, they would all be at Hogwarts again. Draco could hardly believe Christmas had gone so fast. The New Year had passed without any interesting moments. Although, there was one occasion in the Manor's lake located at the very back of the grounds. Luckily the danger didn't become a reality as their very inquisitive daughter's attention was deterred before she could witness her parents in a rather compromising situation.
Harry looked so peaceful as he slept. His eyelashes were a thin dusting of ebony against a bare canvas; a canvas Draco could close his eyes and picture. So much had changed since they had left Hogwarts. Harry was rebellious back then, didn't care much for the rules. Somewhere around his fifth year, his definition of good versus evil had frayed around the edges, a change that momentarily left Draco yearning for the good, innocent boy he used to trade heated insults with.
An hour had passed before Draco knew it. His daydreams had taken him to a place so far away he didn't notice the dark-haired god staring down at him from his position upon his propped-up elbow.
"Back to me?" Harry smiled adoringly.
"How long-" Draco started but was cut off by Harry's words.
"Long enough to notice how awfully handsome you look today." Harry winked.
"As opposed to?" Draco added coyly.
"As opposed to your usual bed-head and vacant expression." Harry trailed off, a smile playing on his lips.
"This morning feels different."
Harry tilted his head slightly. "Different?"
"Just. Magical."
"Really?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Tomorrow we go back to school."
"In theory."
"Will I still get in trouble for wondering the grounds at night?" Draco smiled, arching an eyebrow.
"Draco, darling," Harry started softly, cupping Draco's cheek in his hand, "what makes you think you'll have time at night to wander the large expanse of the Hogwarts grounds?"
"My, Harry, expanse? Big words." Draco chuckled, turning his head and gently kissing the palm of Harry's hand, dragging his tongue against the skin after placing a few gentle butterfly kisses.
"There isn't much time," Harry whimpered, but it was too late. Draco's actions upon his hand had started the liquid desire pooling in his stomach and flowing downwards freely.
Draco looked at him wickedly, "My dear Harry, there is always time."
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"I want it." Skyler pouted, looking back and forth between her grandparents,
"But, Skyler, sweetheart-" Narcissa started.
"NO!" Skyler yelled, still firmly pouting.
"Skyler, your parents said no," Lucius tried to explain.
"But I want a new broom. Ryan got the new Nimbus Infinite. I WANT ONE." Skyler stomped her foot loudly against the wooden floor,
"I know, I know," Lucius tried, with a patience he never would have had for Draco, "but your father said-"
"I. Don't. Care. You're not my father. Pleeeeeeeeease, Grand-daddy?" Skyler's technique had shifted to pleading, her big round eyes now using their full potential.
Just as Lucius was starting to crack, the door swung open.
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Harry and Draco finally made it out of their bedroom, still stealing quick kisses on their way downstairs. Their hands were entwined and they smiled good morning at every house-elf they came across.
"That was amazing."
"I see what you meant." Harry winked. Draco stopped, looking confused. Harry smiled. "About the magic."
"Oh." Draco grinned. He seemed to be having a problem keeping the smile off his face today. It reminded him a lot of his and Harry's first time. That had been one of the most amazing nights, and days after, of his life.
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Draco walked tiredly back up to his dorm, tired and angry at the world. He had just seen Professor Lupin about his DADA paper. He'd done twice as much as required, with more research than anybody else and still the Mudblood bettered him.
"Bitch," he growled to the darkness in the room. The room wasn't completely his; he had to share half of it with Crabbe and Goyle, though he made sure they had a half between them. He was a Malfoy and he needed his space.
"Who?" Goyle asked, hoping for some gossip on his friends love-life.
"What?" Draco asked, as if in shock that Goyle would even assume he was being talked to. "Goyle, shut up."
"Sorry. Jesus, what crawled up your arse?" Goyle rolled his eyes and went back to reading his latest issue of Playboy Wizard. He was the only person who actually read it for the articles. Not that Draco could ridicule him for it; it was the only thing Goyle could easily read. 'Yes' Draco thought to himself, 'Silicone', the longest word, has only three syllables.
Draco dropped back onto his bed, his eyes focused on the dim light escaping from the fire.
"Ouch. Fuck." Draco sat up quickly, rubbing his back that had roughly come into contact with something hard on his bed.
"Oh, yeah." Goyle smiled. "That just appeared about an hour ago." He grinned as if for remembering this, he deserved a treat.
"And I see you told me before I seriously injured myself," Draco snapped, exaggerating the situation as usual. Goyle looked a little hurt, but quickly forgot and went back to his reading.
Making sure Goyle's attention was completely on the task at hand, Draco opened the small silver box and pulled out a letter. On it, written in scratchy handwriting was 'Meet me tonight. I can't wait any longer. Screw the world.' Despite his best efforts to control himself, Draco felt a jump in his heart.
"Why you smiling?" Crabbe asked as he walked in through the door. It was a wonder he could still fit, Draco remarked to himself.
"No reason," Draco lied.
"He's been with Felicity all night," Goyle guessed, putting down his magazine.
Draco looked at Goyle and raised an eyebrow. "You assume this why?"
Goyle just shrugged. "Well, you weren't with us and you look happy. Unless you're actually going to her dorm later, which would be why you're so happy." Goyle smiled, extremely proud of himself for working something out.
Draco nodded approvingly. "I'm impressed, Goyle. Apparently your brain does tend to work on occasion. Anyway, I'm going down to the lake." He didn't know if Harry would be there but it was the only place he could think to look.
"But Draco, it's, like, minus fifty degrees outside." Crabbe shivered.
"Don't exaggerate, Goyle, it's well above freezing." Draco shook his head. "I need to think. Don't follow me."
The two nodded their consent and Draco walked out the door, "He's so gonna get laid." Crabbe winked at Goyle, who just looked up and replied;
"I thought I said that?" with a genuinely confused tone behind his voice.
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By the time Draco got down to the lake, the sun had well and truly set and the moon was high in the cold, cloudless sky. Stars shone against the blackness, making their mark, and for some reason Draco thought they were watching him.
'What a show they're going to get.' Draco smiled. He ran the scenario through his head a million times. Neither of them were virgins, he was sure of this, and from the things he'd heard about Milaca and Harry, Draco was the innocent one in this relationship.
Draco hadn't thought twice about losing his virginity. It hadn't seemed important; he'd wanted to sleep with Felicity and he had. End of story. But somehow it was different with Harry, he wanted to remember it forever, he wanted it to be a memory he would look back on always. He also wanted the same memory for Harry.
As he drew nearer the lake, he saw a shadow sitting on a rock, behind a large tree. For a few minutes he watched Harry watching the lake. No movement came from the man he loved. Draco watched until his feet were sore and his legs were numb. Then he stepped forward,
"Don't move," Harry ordered. He smiled, his head moving slightly to look at Draco. "Sorry, but I want to memorise every detail."
Draco nodded. "Of course."
Harry stood and walked up to Draco, he cupped his face in his hands and kissed him lightly. "You look amazing."
Draco's eyes skimmed Harry. The skinny boy with messy hair was gone. In front of him stood an athletic man, a build one would get from playing Quidditch. Harry's hair was still unruly, but the length definitely complemented Harry's bone structure.
"You look better."
"I know."
They kissed again, gently and tenderly, not the kiss of two people who were about to make wild passionate love, more a kiss of two people who were kissing for the first time.
"Come." Harry said, pulling Draco's hand slightly. Draco followed obediently, as Harry led them towards the Whomping Willow.
"Harry-" Draco started but stopped when the tree's movements stopped in mid- action. Draco could see no sign of why this happened, and the only other breathing thing in eye-range was a tabby cat, sat at the base of the tree, looking at them knowingly.
Harry led Draco to the base and showed him where to climb in. Draco did so without a word and Harry followed shortly behind. But not before he said a quick 'Thank You' to the cat.
"What's with the cat?" Draco asked. Harry answered him with a kiss,
"Don't think about the world tonight. Just you and me. I need it to be like this," Harry explained. Draco nodded, just now noticing his knees were jelly. He just knew he could never be more or less in love with Harry as he was this very moment.
And Harry felt the same.
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Draco decided to stop the memory as he and Harry approached the doors to the sitting room. They both heard Skyler's raised voice and looked at each other. Harry stepped back and let Draco enter first. Being 'the angry- father' was much more Draco's thing; Harry was the one who snuck food to her in the middle of the night. Though he couldn't deny that he knew Draco did the same.
"Skyler," Draco warned. Skyler stopped speaking and looked sheepishly towards her father.
"But, Dad-"
"No. Both of us told you no to the new broomstick. You're eleven. You don't need a better broomstick. You're a hazard to yourself on the one you own now. If you ask again, I will take your Firebolt-666 off you as well. Now drop it," Draco replied.
Skyler looked up, still pouting a little. "But I made the house team."
"So?" Draco asked, acting not the least bit fazed although inside he was awash with pride.
"So??? I should get a better broom."
"Skyler. End of discussion," Draco ordered.
"But, Daddy-" Skyler looked at Harry, who wore a stern expression and merely shook his head. "But-"
"No," Harry said, starting to get angry himself. "Go and pack, we're leaving in a few hours."
"I want to go on the train," Skyler said sulkily.
"Fine. Go on the train. But no money for sweets, and no Portkeys. You'll be up at five o'clock sharp and go by car," Draco spoke calmly and clearly.
"FIVE?" Skyler gaped.
"That's how long it takes by car. Two hours. In fact, you might want to get up a bit earlier; you know, to get ready."
"But it took fifteen minutes last time." Skyler was almost crying,
"That was from home. You're staying here. Your dad has to be there a day early to sort out the charms on the castle. If you think I'm going to stay here, you're mistaken. I'm leaving too."
"Okay, I'll come with you." Skyler caved.
"O-" Harry was cut off.
"No. You've made your bed. Lie in it," Draco ordered. He smiled at his mother and nodded at his father. "Good morning."
"Good morning, son," Lucius said, impressed at the way Draco reminded him of himself.
Harry just looked between his daughter and his husband. Draco slipped his arm around his waist and pulled him off to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Come on, baby. We need to eat before we leave."
Harry smiled and just wanted to get Draco out the room so he could ravish him. Okay, he was a bad father; he should be thinking about Skyler and feeling sorry for her. But he had a good excuse: he was standing very close to Draco Malfoy. A Draco Malfoy that had been writhing under him not an hour before.
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Okay new chapter. A long time I know, but not as long as before.
I've been rather pre-occupied lately, but two more exams and I'm done!!! Then I can spend all next year writing more chapters and doing re-sits. Hehe.
I'm sorry I didn't go into detailed sex in the flashback, I was going to but it's an extract from the prequel and it took me about 3 days to write the rest of that scene so I wanna give you all a reason to read the prequel since come on, we all know Harry/Draco 1st time sex is one of the best reasons to read Harry/Draco slash.
Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Lol. Again thank you for being damn patient. I would usually look at the reviews right now and put them all down, but thanks to my boyfriend and his graphic jokes my three-year old daughter is now asking questions that I don't want to answer.
Bye people. They'll be a new chapter up a.s.a.p!
- Akasha
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