~Concrete Angel~
Harry was walking back to Gryffindor Tower in total shock, 'Holy shit! Hell has just froze over! No, it's the apocalypse! Somebody sound the alarm! And look! It's raining frosted fruitcakes!'
He swore somebody could have pushed him over with the slightest breeze. If it wasn't for Draco being in his arms he would probably have been on the floor in shock. Imagine, Snape, THE Snape, the bastard from hell, Mr. No Emotions, had smiled, at HIM! Well, him and Draco, but HIM none the less!
Harry was now staring at the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady. Sighing he lifted the hood of his cloak down revealing his head to a startled picture.
"Where did you come from?!!" the Fat Lady exclaimed.
"Somewhere," Harry could have laughed at the glare he received, "Carmel Apple."
The portrait swung open revealing the Gryffindor entrance. Harry threw the cloak back over his head and silently glided into the common room. A few of his old roommates were sitting in chairs, tired after a long day of classes. Hermione was sitting by the fire with yet another book in her hands.
Harry contemplated on going over to her and asking if she found out anything, but the small bundle in his arms made him decide otherwise. He dodged his housemates as he quickly made his way toward his room. Once inside, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his cloak in his trunk along with the small box. Draco had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Harry took out his wand and produced a small bed in the corner of his room. He magically changed Draco's clothes into small pajamas and took him over to the bed. Flipping down the blanket, he carefully set Draco on the mattress hoping to not wake the sleeping boy. Draco continued to sleep peacefully and Harry walked over to his dresser and took out his own sleeping attire. He quickly changed in the bathroom and hopped into bed.
It was early, but the days events just made curling up in bed and falling asleep a good idea. He closed his eyes, lulling himself to sleep. Halfway to dreamland Harry felt a slight pressure on the right side of his bed. He opened his eyes to come face to face with Draco crawling onto his mattress.
"What are you doing over here?" Harry whispered, yawning in the process, trying to focus onto the boy.
"I got wonwy," Draco sat down next to Harry, "Can I seep with you?"
Harry smiled, still half asleep, and pulled back the covers. Draco crawled in, instantly snuggling up next to Harry for both warmth and protection against the darkness. Harry wrapped an arm around the boy hoping to comfort him into sleep. Draco yawned in his arms, cuddling closer, relaxing fully.
"Night, Hawwy," Draco breathed through closed eyelids.
"Goodnight, Draco," Harry whispered into the darkness.
A few minutes of silence passed.
"Um... Hawwy?" came the boy's voice, weary and nervous.
"Hmm?"
"Wiwl you..." Draco paused; his voice was shaking a little as if afraid, "sing to me?"
Harry was thrown off by the question in general. Draco started to curl up into his protective ball, afraid he said something he shouldn't. Harry had no choice, "Sure."
Draco stopped shaking and cuddled up closer to Harry. Harry smiled. He remembered hearing a song last year on Dudley's radio that reminded him of Draco. Closing his eyes Harry's soft tenor voice sung out into the night.
"He walks to school with the lunch he packed. Nobody knows what he's holdin' back. Wearin' the same robes he wore yesterday. He hides the pain with a sneer on his face."
Draco is sound asleep by now, but Harry continues to sing.
"The teachers wonder but they don't ask. It's hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearing the burden of a secret storm. Sometimes he wishes he was never born.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
"Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The servants see, but they ignore the sight. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate. When morning comes it'll be too late.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
A tear seeps down Harry's cheek and drops onto Draco's blond hair.
"A statue stands in a shaded place. An angel boy with an upturned face. A name is written on a polished rock. A broken heart that the world forgot.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
Caught in the moment, Harry made up his own lyrics and continued.
"A teardrop falls out of place. It begins to run down his pale face. All trust he had will never return. His hope is lost and forever will burn.
"But you don't have to be afraid anymore. I'll set you free instead and let your heart soar. I'll release you from this hell that you're in. I won't let you die or let you give in.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
"I'll help you find the hope that you lost. I'll let you know love at any cost. You'll find the place that you flew to. Isn't unreal, but it's me here with you.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
Harry tightened his hold on the little boy, protecting him from everything. He fought the urge to pick him up and run away to free his soul. Another tear cascaded from Harry's eyes as he slowly fell asleep listening to Draco's quiet breathing.
|~*~|
Harry thought he heard a cry through the darkness. Something started to fidget and shake beside him. Slowly, he opened his eyes trying to adjust to the blackness of his room. His gaze settled beside him. Draco was crying.
Harry was fully alert now, "Draco, what's wrong?"
"Huwt," Draco cried shaking all over.
Harry sat upright, noting the time on the clock. Midnight. He pulled the little boy into his lap, hugging him tightly. Draco continued to cry harder. Harry's heart lurched knowing he couldn't do anything. All he could do was comfort, "Shh, its ok, Draco. It will pass."
"Ha-wy," Draco choked, tears streaming down his cheek. His voice was growing weaker by the minute. Harry took his wand and made the boy's pajamas bigger knowing what was to come.
Harry held onto the small boy watching him slip into unconsciousness. A few tears were seeping from his own eyes watching as the toddler shook under pain. Draco's skin started to glow bright lighting the dark room as bubbles appeared. Harry continued to hold the boy until he started to grow. His features returning to the familiar ones he knew.
Draco shook as his body returned to its original size, back to seventeen. The process completed as the glow slowly died down and darkness returned. Harry quickly checked for a pulse relieved to find a strong beat. The raven- haired boy gazed over the Draco he knew, taking in the sight he hadn't known he missed so much.
The young Draco he had to take care of had shown him what had made him become what he is. Angry at the world, extremely independent, and completely miserable. Harry's heart went out to the Slytherin now knowing why there was always constant pain in his eyes.
"Remember my promise," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, "I'll never leave you."
He had a little more difficulty shifting Draco back under the covers, but he managed. Draco laid still only the slow rising and falling of his chest told Harry he was alive. Harry crawled behind Draco and rested his arm around his waist once again falling back into a sound sleep.
|~*~|
'Tap, tap, tap.'
Slowly, Harry's eyes lifted open as warm sunlight washed over him. He blinked a few times to try to focus on his surroundings. As he looked beside him he inhaled deeply. Draco was back to normal, sleeping like a young angel.
The soft tapping continued. It came from the door penetrating the morning silence. Harry carefully unwrapped his arm from around the blonde, watching as he whimpered slightly at the loss of warmth. He snuck out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. Unlocking it, he cracked his door open and stuck his head out.
"Good morning, Harry," a female voice greeted.
"Morning, Hermione," Harry yawned, "Did you find anything?"
"That's one of the reasons why I'm here," she sighed, "I couldn't find anything. There was nothing in Hogwarts library!"
Harry had figured that much, "So what was the other reason you came to see me?"
Ron came walking up the steps, "Me and Ron wanted to say goodbye."
Harry's eyes grew a bit, "Goodbye? What for?!!"
"Blimy, Harry. Don't you know its Christmas Break? Yesterday was the last day of classes! We're suppose to leave in half an hour!" Ron laughed.
"Oh..." Harry trailed off. He had just been so busy lately.
"Don't worry about it, Harry," Ron's smile dropped, "You've had a lot to worry about."
"Yeah. Sorry I haven't spent time..."
"Stop right there, Harry James Potter," Hermione interrupted, "Don't you dare apologize. As Ron said, you've had enough on your mind lately."
Harry smiled; he really did have the two greatest friends in the world.
"We have to go, Harry," Hermione sighed, "Pansy told me to tell you and Draco goodbye for her. She's still trying to pack. I told her to do it yesterday, but she doesn't listen."
She gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Ron gave him a brotherly hug, patting him on the back. The two started heading down to the common room.
"Merry Christmas, Harry," Ron called over his shoulder.
"Yes," Hermione agreed, "And tell Draco... we hope to see him better when we return."
Harry watched as the two walked downstairs together until he couldn't see them anymore. Sighing, he walked back inside and closed the door.
Draco was still sleeping peacefully, curled up in the blankets on his right side. Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as the blonde's chest rose steadily up then cascaded back down. He shut his eyes listening to the quietness of the room and he could almost swear he could hear Draco's heart beating.
"Harry?" a hoarse voice called out startling him.
Harry opened his eyes, gazing on Draco, whose eyelids were half closed, "Hey, Draco."
"What happened?"
"Well," Harry didn't know where to begin, "What was the last thing you remember?"
Draco thought back, "I remember drinking the potion and a lot of darkness."
"That potion you drank," Harry paused, "turned you back into a child."
"Oh, um, really?" Draco flinched nervously, "Anything interesting happen?"
"Not really, no."
Draco relaxed back into the pillow.
"But you, uh, told me about your father locking you in the dungeon."
Draco shot up so fast blood swam in his ears. He yelped in pain as his back seared on fire. Harry was at his side immediately.
"What's wrong?"
"M-My back," Draco hissed.
"Lay back down," Harry helped him back down easing him gently onto the pillow. He saw the worry in the blonde's eyes. "Relax."
Draco blinked his eyes a few times. His back was burning and the feeling was beginning to travel through his body. His muscles started to blaze as if fire was burning through them from the inside out. He could feel every bone in his body beginning to ache as a shot of pain exploded in his head sending jolts of shock to every nerve.
The pain slowly began to die back down and Draco could feel a drop of sweat being brushed away by Harry's finger. His gaze locked with the Gryffindor's and he could see complete concern.
Draco started to grow nervous, 'I told him about my father?! How stupid could I be?!'
However, Harry didn't pressurize on the thought. He seemed more worried about Draco's state of condition, "Where does it hurt?"
"Besides everywhere?" Draco gave a painful smirk.
"Sure did miss the sarcasm," Harry put in, "Turn over."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Just do it."
Slowly, and a little bit painfully, Draco managed to turn over onto his stomach. He felt his shirt rise up and two hands creep onto his back. Draco exhaled into the pillow loving the feel of Harry's hands once more. He moaned softly into the silence.
Feeling the Slytherin's smooth skin under his fingers once again was making Harry feel very strange. Surges of emotions shot throughout his veins sinking into his nerves. He had felt like this before, but never so strong!
Harry hadn't known he missed the Slytherin so much. All thoughts of when he couldn't touch him started to drive him wild as they swirled in his mind. Of course, he hadn't thought about this when Draco was five, but now that he was back to normal, an untamed spirit began to sink into his soul.
The Gryffindor grew a sly smirk across his face, "You know Draco; you were cute when you were little."
Draco moved his head so his mouth was free from the pillow, "What do you mean 'were'?"
"Exactly as I mean; you 'were' cute," Harry smiled knowing Draco couldn't see.
"What? I'm ugly now?" Draco huffed.
"And what makes you say that?" Harry started to giggle under his breath. It was so easy to annoy the blonde it wasn't even funny. Well, yes it was.
"You said that!"
"No, I said you were cute when you were little."
"Doesn't that mean past tense? As in cute then ugly now? So you must think I'm ugly," Draco sulked
"That's not necessarily what I think," Harry moved his hands up to around Draco's shoulders, pressing firmly into the soft flesh.
"Well then what the hell do you mean, Potter?!!" Draco snapped getting a little irritated.
"Potter?" Harry stopped moving his hands and raised an eyebrow.
"Harry," Draco grumbled, "So what the hell do you mean?"
"I mean you were cute then, but..." Harry continued to run his fingers through the flesh he was exposed to. He leaned over the bed getting really close to Draco's ear and in a soft, seductive voice Harry whispered, "you are sexy now."
Harry felt the muscles underneath him visually tense and watched as the tip of Draco's ears turned from pale white, to a soft pink, to a blazing red. He very well doubted it was because of anger, too. Harry seemed to take this as a sign to continue.
Using his Gryffindor bravery and boldness he lifted himself on his bed and threw his leg over Draco, straddling his ass. A sharp intake from the boy beneath him made Harry simper.
"W-What are you doing?" Draco swallowed. He tried to bend his head behind him so he could see what Harry was doing, but his neck wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was feel the Gryffindor's hands kneading his back causing the pain to die away. In fact, Draco could hardly feel the pain at all, but maybe it was from shock.
Harry didn't answer him making the boy under him even more nervous. He was enjoying being in control of the situation for once, not to mention in control of Draco period.
"Just relax," Harry's voice grew heavy. He raised the shirt up to Draco's neck exposing his back entirely. Leaning across the smooth muscles he began to leave light, fluttery kisses trailing up his spine.
"H-Harry?" Draco swallowed, or rather gulped quite nervously. His breathing was beginning to waver and started coming out in short, ragged breaths. He swore blood was rushing from every part of his body right toward his groin. If only Harry knew what he was doing to him.
"Shh," Harry breathed in between kisses, "Let me enjoy this."
Draco smirked, "What about me?"
"Feel free to enjoy it too," Harry started kissing the base of Draco's neck loving as the small hairs started to prickle upward. He felt the Slytherin shudder and small goosebumps rose on his skin.
Draco began melting into Harry completely giving into the sensation. No one has ever made him feel like this before: so wanted, so needed. A small thought of this seeming wrong flickered through his mind.
/It isn't wrong./
'You know, I'm beginning to like you.'
/I grow on you./
'This can't be wrong. Something that feels so good just can't be. Right?' Draco felt another kiss along his right shoulder, 'Right.' And he believed himself.
Harry nipped at Draco's shoulder sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Sensations ran from his head right down to his toes. He felt Harry snake his tongue up along his neck sucking at the skin.
Harry completely tore off the only piece of cloth that was separating him from the wanting of full exposure of Draco's upper body. He threw the useless material aside, having it land somewhere on the floor. His tongue lavished the new taste each of its buds was receiving. Draco tasted like nothing he had ever experienced before. He was sweet, but unlike any sugar.
The Gryffindor ran his hands to Draco's sides, careful as to not tickle him. He maneuvered Draco over onto his back so he was now staring into his beautiful silvery-blue eyes.
'How could anyone think that his eyes are gray?' Harry thought staring deep within them, 'That is definitely silver.'
Draco stared back at Harry watching him with mild curiosity. Weird how all pain had just vanished into thin air as if nothing was wrong. Harry seemed to be in a trance just gazing at him. Draco watched as Harry's sea green eyes shaded to a deep forest, growing intense.
Mesmerized by Draco's eyes, Harry drew closer. A faint mew sound came from the Slytherin's throat as Harry crashed his lips onto his. The Gryffindor brought his hands up running them along Draco's neck going up to his face, deepening the kiss. Draco's hands snaked their way up to raven hair, tangling through the wild mane. All the time, both boys getting lost in the other's touches, caresses.
Years of tension, pressure, stress, and yearning for one another came pouring out for both boys. Emotions swirled around each other, twisting until neither of the teenagers could separate one from the other, or whose was whose.
It felt as if lightning had just shocked the two of them, sending jolts of raging hot electricity coursing through their veins. Feelings numbed, minds blanked, common sense was long forgotten, reality was left far behind, only the true sense of raw human passion was left surging through both boys.
Draco closed his eyes grabbing the back of Harry's head and forcing it even closer trying to deepen the kiss. Both boys were trying to get everything from the other. Draco felt Harry's tongue lick at his lips having teeth lightly nip with it causing Draco to lose even more control. He parted his lips feeling a tongue instantly slide right into his mouth dominating his own, claiming its territory.
Draco smiled into Harry's lips as the raven-hair's tongue caressed his own, tickling it on the sides. Draco fought his own battle almost laughing as his tongue dueled with the invader, a very welcomed invader.
Breaking the kiss, Harry pulled back vaguely, breathing heavily and slightly red. Draco shivered as deep green eyes focused onto his own as though they were searching into his soul, reading his very thoughts.
Harry lowered himself back down brushing his lips casually against Draco's. He moved down to the blonde's jawbone sketching it in languid kisses and light nips trailing to Draco's neck where he began to assault his left ear with his lips and teeth.
Draco moaned in pleasure, "Harry."
Harry lightly sucked at Draco's skin moving down the side of his throat. His hands moved to the Slytherin's chest while his lips continued to kiss down to his collarbone. Draco shivered as Harry's hands rounded to his sides, he had never known such a delicate touch was possible, and he knew that it would be his touch that would drive him crazy.
Harry roamed downward leaving kisses across his chest. His mouth moved to attack Draco's left nipple slightly biting it, feeling as the sensitive skin perked. A shocked gasp from above made Harry smirk as the hands in his hair tightened their grip. The Gryffindor continued across the blonde's chest giving the same attention to the other nipple, licking painfully slow across the pink flesh.
Harry felt Draco's erection grind into his stomach. The raven-haired smiled knowing it was him who was making the Slytherin's body react in such a way. His own body reacted in same, but he was not here to pleasure himself, at least not right now. He was here to capture the blonde, make him feel wanted; needed. Shifting his body, Harry moved his hand, rubbing it over the bulge in Draco's pants.
Draco moaned, too stimulated in pleasure to form any words on his lips. As far as he was concerned, he was lost in his own world where only he and Harry existed. He still felt Harry's tongue assaulting his body, sliding down toward his stomach. Dizziness came with sensations as his breathing shorted to quick, ragged breaths. He tried to battle the war raging on in his body. Control was losing and strength was fading. Draco had to use all his might trying to make this last as long as possible.
Harry moved his hands to Draco's hips. His eyes focused upward on Draco's face watching as the boy twisted his head in pleasure and pure bliss. Harry centered his attention back to the flesh underneath him. He dipped his tongue into Draco's bellybutton loving as Draco tried to buck his hips up. Harry forced Draco back onto the bed as his hands came up to trace the skin right above the blonde's pants.
Draco shivered as Harry sent goosebumps throughout his body. That touch was going to be the end of him yet. Draco swore Harry was trying to torture him, kill him slowly, but this was the only way to die.
Shudders were felt from Draco as they entered Harry's body. Harry slid a finger below the elastic of the pajamas, enjoying as the blonde wriggled under his touch. Slowly, Harry snaked all eight fingers from both hands underneath the cloth, the palm of each hand resting on a hip.
Leisurely, Harry drug pants and boxers down watching as each inch of newly exposed flesh was uncovered to him until the annoyance had reached Draco's ankles and pushed off, being thrown carelessly over next to the shirt.
Draco was lost in sensation. Every thought or emotion was tangled into one another causing chaos and confusion. Nothing made sense and he couldn't tell what was happening anymore. Simple questions seemed the hardest to answer. Was it day or night? The light in the room made it easy enough to see, but maybe it was a lamp. Was he hot or cold? He was sure sweating enough to be hot, but then why was he shivering? Was this heaven or hell? The pure bliss of pleasure made it seem as if he was in heaven, but the slow agonizing torture of waiting made it seem like hell. Then again, he didn't care. Harry was here sending him on a ride like he had never felt before and that was all he knew and cared about.
Harry's hands crept up Draco's inner thighs feeling as muscles tightened in both anticipation and anxiousness. He grasped Draco's cock softly watching as the blonde shook under his touch. Harry smiled slowly moving his hand up and down feeling the sensitive flesh in his hands.
Draco blindly grabbed at the sheets, arching his back, rearing his hips into the air. Harry had to force Draco back down onto the bed, placing his free hand on the Slytherin's hips to keep him from moving.
Harry moved his mouth right above Draco's member, kissing the tip, smearing the little droplets of precum around his lips. He snaked his tongue out tasting the warm substance, licking around the head of Draco's cock.
Draco shuddered, gasping for breath, trying to breathe deeply to get oxygen into his air-deprived lungs. But the harder Draco tried to breathe, the tighter his throat became and the dryer his mouth got. He licked at his lips trying to moisten them, but only rewarded his tongue of getting even more arid.
He couldn't stop shaking. Every time Harry came even close to touching him he would tremble. Now, having the Gryffindor's mouth right on his erection was just too much. Draco grasped the sheets until his knuckles began to turn white feeling as Harry's tongue slowly started to slide down his shaft then lick back up.
Draco tightened his eyes and moaned, feeling as if he could die right then and there, 'I have been taught self-control since before I could walk and have done so for seventeen years. How in the hell can one person, Harry Potter for fucks sake, make it all just vanish into thin air?!!'
Harry began to swallow Draco, engulfing his mouth over the blonde's hard erection, sending pulsating waves of pleasure to every nerve in his body.
'Who cares?' Draco inhaled deeply trying to breathe.
Harry held Draco in his mouth for a moment, torturing the blonde, using his tongue to further the torment. He hummed causing the vibrations to make Draco wiggle wildly. Harry still forced him down onto the bed using both hands now. He slowly moved his mouth back up then down again repeating the motion, watching as Draco squirmed with every movement.
Harry began bobbing his head rapidly, feeling Draco's body grow even more rigid, straining not to give out. The Gryffindor smiled evilly as his right hand moved down to massage the blonde's balls. Draco couldn't hold out any longer.
"Harry!" Draco cried just as he came, finally able to thrust his hips upward.
Warm liquid shot into Harry's mouth and he greedily swallowed it as if he would never eat again, careful to not spill a single drop. Draco now laid back on the bed completely flaccid, breathing in short quick gasps. Harry released the blonde from his mouth and slowly continued to kiss his way back up, only stopping at Draco's collarbone to give it a soft nip.
He kissed Draco softly letting him taste himself on Harry's lips. Harry pulled back a little watching Draco's soft face. He was completely at peace resting his muscles. His cheeks were tinted a pinkish-red as he inhaled slowly trying to catch his breath. Harry had never seen him look so beautiful.
Draco finally fluttered his eyes open to be staring right into Harry's whose had lost the intense forest green color and had returned to a soft emerald. The two stayed like that for a moment watching each other intently.
Harry smirked, "So did you enjoy?"
Draco chuckled, "What do you think?"
"Oh, I think that you think I'm a crazed sex god who has been sent from heaven to save you."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You wish."
The raven-haired smiled and brushed his lips once more against the Slytherin's, "Ok, I confess, I'm just a normal sex god."
Draco shook his head snickering to himself, "You were always full of yourself, weren't you?"
"Eh," Harry shrugged his shoulders finally collapsing on top of Draco burying his head in the nape of his neck. He lifted his head and tilted it to the side, "You smell good."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Draco shifted his head downward so he could look at the raven-haired.
"No, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying you smell good."
"And what do I smell like?"
Harry moved back down to Draco's neck and inhaled his sent, "I don't know. You just smell like... like you."
Draco kissed the top of Harry's head, "Well that's a relief. Heaven forbid if I start to smell like you."
Harry looked at Draco giving him a funny look raising his eyebrow, "Ha ha."
Draco smirked and kissed Harry on the nose. A small grumbling noise could be heard from below. Draco laughed, "Hungry?"
Harry tinted pink, "Must be."
"While I go take a shower why don't you go down to the Great Hall?"
"Aren't you hungry?"
"No, I just need a shower."
Harry kissed Draco one more time before slowly moving off of him, "Alright."
The Gryffindor moved toward his closet and pulled out a robe. He walked in the bathroom and quickly changed wanting to get to the hall and back. Draco was still sitting on the bed waiting for him.
"Mind if I borrow some clothes?" Draco asked still laying on the bed.
"Go ahead. I'll be back. Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" Harry grabbed his wand and put it inside his robes.
"Yea," Draco sat up staring at the raven-haired teen.
"Alright," Harry opened the door and took a step outside, "I'll be back."
Draco nodded and Harry shut the door heading down the stairs. The Christmas decorations were finally put up in the common room, but it was quite empty. Apparently everyone had already gone to board the train to go home. Harry sighed. Home, a place where he always wanted to go to. Then he thought of Draco, maybe he was already home. The halls of Hogwarts have sort of been his home for seven years and family was just people you enjoyed spending time with and cared about. Both applied with Draco and he thought about the ring locked in his trunk.
Harry sighed and opened the entrance slipping out into the hall. He walked to the Great Hall, opening the doors, watching as it lit up with decorations. The ceiling was showing that it was finally snowing outside.
'Ok, when did they have the decorations put up?' Harry thought. He took a seat at the small empty table that put everyone together at Christmas. Instantly, his plate filled with food and his goblet with pumpkin juice and he began to eat.
Harry stuffed himself till he was full, enjoying the silence of the Great Hall. He leaned back in the chair completely full. Harry could feel a small presence in the room and a hand fell onto his right shoulder. The Gryffindor jumped out of his seat in surprise and turned around, wand poised, ready to strike. He came face to face with a smirking Snape.
"Jumpy, Potter?" Snape glared eyeing the Gryffindor.
Harry smiled inwardly, glad that he grew over the years. His professor didn't seem so fearsome when you could stare at him eye-to-eye. "You'd have jump too if you were snuck up on."
"I would have never been snuck up upon in the first place."
Harry didn't know whether to be annoyed by his professor's arrogance or laugh.
"Your presence is required in the Headmaster's office. So get going, Potter."
"Why?"
Snape started to get annoyed, "He wants to speak to you."
"How did you know I'd be here?"
Snape's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, "Stop asking questions, Potter, and move! But if you have to know Dumbledore said you'd be here."
Harry shook his head walking out of the hall with Snape following. The two walked to the entrance of Dumbledore's office and climbed the already opened stairs up to the door. Harry knocked and a simple, "Come in," was heard.
Harry opened the door and walked in having Snape close it as he followed. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, the twinkle completely gone from his eyes, and someone sat in the chair facing away from them.
"Please be seated," Dumbledore said to the two, "Harry, sit on the couch."
Harry sat on the couch away from the other person and Snape sat between them in another chair. The Gryffindor got a good look at the individual. He had short, messed up brown hair and a pale complexion. His eyes were light brown with a dim look and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. His build was stocky, but Harry didn't have to guess that it wasn't from weight, but muscles. There were a few bruises around his left eye and on his cheekbones.
"Harry," Dumbledore rubbed at his eyes. Harry had never seen him looked so stressed and tired and he wondered what this was all about, "I've called you up here for Draco's sake."
Harry's muscles tensed and he sat straight up.
"I don't believe he should be here because that would just put him in more mental pain."
Harry's eyes widened, "What's going on?"
"Harry, remember about two nights ago?"
Of course he remembered that night. He had been awoken by that dream and found Draco missing. Something told him to go look for him and luckily he had. He remembered how scared he felt when he first saw Draco being attacked and how much anger had poured through his veins as he himself attacked the assaulter.
Harry thought and placed two and two together; Charlie Stucker. The boy in the chair was Charlie Stucker! He clenched his fists together and stuck them to his sides trying his hardest to control his now raging anger.
"Now, Harry, under the circumstances, Professor Snape and I have made the decision to expel Mr. Stucker here..."
Something inside Harry snapped. Forgetting all about his wand he lunged out of his chair and smacked straight into Charlie. The boy fought back and the two began to tumble around the room. Harry swiftly punched the Slytherin square in the jaw, splitting his lip. He retaliated by throwing Harry off of him with his legs right into the wall. Harry pounce back on top going right back to his face.
"Stupefy!" Snape bellowed as the two teens got hit, freezing their motions.
Harry just glared as Snape pulled him off and sat, or rather threw him back onto the couch. Dumbledore put Charlie back into the chair. The two glared at each other from where they sat.
Dumbledore sat back in his chair, not angry, but not amused either, "If we have to keep you two immobilized to listen to me then we shall do it, but you will hear me out. Now as I was saying, Mr. Stucker will be expelled. The train has been held up so we can send him home. We are wasting the students' time not to mention their families so we will make this as quickly as possible. Harry, I just wanted to inform you of Mr. Stucker's removal and Professor Snape will escort him to the train. You will notify Mr. Malfoy upon this information. It will also be his decision whether or not to press charges as well."
Harry tried to nod, but forgot he was still frozen solid. Snape removed the curse warily, liking the fact that he couldn't speak. Harry sat rigidly trying to control his anger.
"You may leave now," Dumbledore prompted Harry to the door.
Harry got up and soundlessly walked out of Dumbledore's office. He walked through the corridors thinking.
'If only I hadn't been stunned! I wanted to smash that mother fucker's head in!' Harry let out a frustrated grunt. He arrived back at the Fat Lady portrait, "Carmel Apple."
The portrait pretty much ignored him and just opened, letting Harry through. Harry stormed up the steps taking them two at a time and headed inside his room.
"Draco?" Harry called out. He didn't receive an answer. The bathroom door was still closed.
Harry walked up to it and knocked, putting his ear to the door, "Draco?"
Harry started to get a little nervous when he didn't get a reply. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the lock, "Alohomora." The bathroom door unlocked with a click and Harry opened it.
Harry gasped at the sight. Draco was barely sitting against the far wall, half dressed, with his eyes closed. Harry shot over to him, crouching down, immediately taking Draco's right hand.
"Draco? Come on, Draco, open your eyes!" Harry choked franticly.
Draco coughed and barely cracked his eyes open, "H-Harry?" His voice sounded so weak.
"Draco, what happened?!!" Harry practically shouted making Draco wince. He noted that and tried to speak calmly, "What happened?"
"I don't know. I just felt really tired all of a sudden and I couldn't stand up anymore," Draco's voice was fading.
"No, no, no, Draco. Look at me, open your eyes! We have to go see Madam Pomfrey!"
Sweat rolled down Draco's face pooling into his eyes and dripping off his chin onto his bare chest. He slit his eyes back open trying to stay conscious.
Harry picked Draco up into his arms carrying him out of his bedroom and down to the common room. He opened the entrance and slipped out almost slamming the door closed with his feet.
The Fat Lady started shouting at him about slamming doors, but he ignored it and rushed to the hospital wing.
"Come on, Draco. Try and stay awake!" Harry whispered into his arms.
A low grunt was his reply.
He flew through the door and startled Pomfrey in the process. "Harry, what in Merlin's name..." she saw Draco and didn't finish her sentence, "Oh dear. Get him on the bed!"
Harry laid Draco on the bed, watching as Pomfrey came over with a wet cloth. She placed it on top of the blond's forehead. Harry grabbed onto Draco's hand squeezing it a little.
"Come on, Draco. Stay with me."
Draco barely opened his eyes, giving a very weak grunt.
Pomfrey was bustling about, pouring and mixing different potions. She brought it over to Draco, "Harry, tilt his head up."
"He's not suppose to have any potions!"
"There aren't any options left. We need to try something! Now tilt his head up!"
Harry complied and slid his hand under Draco's neck lifting his head. Pomfrey put the beaker up to Draco's lips and poured the contents in, watching as he slowly swallowed. Draco's breathing slowly grew back to normal and he started to relax. His eyes closed all the way slowly slipping out of reality.
Pomfrey saw Harry's anxious glance, "Don't worry. It looks like he'll be fine. I put a mild sleeping draft in there to settle him down."
Harry sighed.
"What a thing to happen near Christmas," Pomfrey whispered to herself, but Harry overheard.
"What?"
"Christmas is tomorrow," she saw the bemused look on his face, "Didn't you know that?"
"I thought it was Monday! My friends just went home on the train today!"
"There was a problem with the train and they just fixed it, but if my memory still serves me, Christmas is tomorrow."
Harry racked through his brain. He could have sworn it was Monday! Had he been so busy that he even forgot about Christmas? Harry's gaze focused back on Draco's sleeping form. Everything had been so upside-down lately, maybe he really did lose track of time. So, Christmas was tomorrow.
Harry sat down in the chair beside the bed staring blankly at Draco. Fear washed over him like it never had before. Not even when he faced Voldemort after his resurrection with his own blood or even when he was three and was locked in the cupboard for almost a week. This didn't even compare.
Pomfrey shuffled off somewhere into the back again giving Harry a little privacy. She marked the empty expression in his eyes she had so often seen in times of crisis and have learned from experiences that those are best handled alone.
Harry continued to stare blankly, watching nothing and no one, getting lost in his own thoughts, trying to sort out every mixed up feeling, emotion, thought, everything, 'Draco, what is happening? A week ago I could have very well hexed you to no end.'
The Gryffindor chuckled inwardly, 'Wasn't it just about two weeks ago that you and I were in detention together for fighting in the hallway outside Snape's room? I remember that. You have a good right hook.
'Detention. I remember you sneering at me... In fact... every time I looked up you were sneering at me... staring at me. How long has this been going on? Were you always staring at me?
'Then Friday night came along. I saw you walk in the door and almost got up to hit you square in the face. I thought you only came just to piss me off, but even you wouldn't swallow your pride and step foot in Gryffindor Tower just to tick me off. Funny how when the game ended I couldn't stop touching my lips to feel if they were even still there. And all because of you.
'Then in a matter of one week. One week. You have managed to reach into my heart where nobody has even dared try to go. How can I explain what you do to me every time you kiss me, touch me, even just look at me? Nobody has ever made me feel this way before. Draco, please, you have to get better.'
Harry reached over and grabbed Draco's hand, 'Not after what we've gone through. Not after what we've changed. Of all the years we've chose to fight and now we finally stopped, now is when I don't know if it will be forever? I will not lose you, not now, not ever. Draco, there is someone in this world that cares for you. Please, Draco, get better.'
Harry took a deep breath focusing intently on Draco's sleeping face, 'Its only been a week. One week. But, Draco... I think... I think I'm falling in love with you.'
With that thought echoing through his head, Harry tilted his head downward and lifted Draco's hand to his forehead and prayed to God he would be alright.
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Author's Note: The song is 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride. Yes, I changed a few of the lyrics to fit Draco more and be more Harry Potter related and the last few versus are mine. I hope nobody minds. Please don't sue me! I'm NOT making any money on this. It was purely for entertainment. But if anyone has a problem with it I'll change the lyrics to the original or take it down completely.
Ok, so by now everyone knows that this chapter was slashy. I was having a hard time writing it because I'm only fourteen and haven't had sex (and I don't plan to for a long, long while) so I don't really know what's going on. If anyone would like to make a suggestion or anything feel free to tell me! And I know it took me forever to put up this chapter! Sorry, last few weeks of school and I've been busy, but this chapter is longer so hopefully you guys can forgive me!
Harry was walking back to Gryffindor Tower in total shock, 'Holy shit! Hell has just froze over! No, it's the apocalypse! Somebody sound the alarm! And look! It's raining frosted fruitcakes!'
He swore somebody could have pushed him over with the slightest breeze. If it wasn't for Draco being in his arms he would probably have been on the floor in shock. Imagine, Snape, THE Snape, the bastard from hell, Mr. No Emotions, had smiled, at HIM! Well, him and Draco, but HIM none the less!
Harry was now staring at the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady. Sighing he lifted the hood of his cloak down revealing his head to a startled picture.
"Where did you come from?!!" the Fat Lady exclaimed.
"Somewhere," Harry could have laughed at the glare he received, "Carmel Apple."
The portrait swung open revealing the Gryffindor entrance. Harry threw the cloak back over his head and silently glided into the common room. A few of his old roommates were sitting in chairs, tired after a long day of classes. Hermione was sitting by the fire with yet another book in her hands.
Harry contemplated on going over to her and asking if she found out anything, but the small bundle in his arms made him decide otherwise. He dodged his housemates as he quickly made his way toward his room. Once inside, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his cloak in his trunk along with the small box. Draco had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Harry took out his wand and produced a small bed in the corner of his room. He magically changed Draco's clothes into small pajamas and took him over to the bed. Flipping down the blanket, he carefully set Draco on the mattress hoping to not wake the sleeping boy. Draco continued to sleep peacefully and Harry walked over to his dresser and took out his own sleeping attire. He quickly changed in the bathroom and hopped into bed.
It was early, but the days events just made curling up in bed and falling asleep a good idea. He closed his eyes, lulling himself to sleep. Halfway to dreamland Harry felt a slight pressure on the right side of his bed. He opened his eyes to come face to face with Draco crawling onto his mattress.
"What are you doing over here?" Harry whispered, yawning in the process, trying to focus onto the boy.
"I got wonwy," Draco sat down next to Harry, "Can I seep with you?"
Harry smiled, still half asleep, and pulled back the covers. Draco crawled in, instantly snuggling up next to Harry for both warmth and protection against the darkness. Harry wrapped an arm around the boy hoping to comfort him into sleep. Draco yawned in his arms, cuddling closer, relaxing fully.
"Night, Hawwy," Draco breathed through closed eyelids.
"Goodnight, Draco," Harry whispered into the darkness.
A few minutes of silence passed.
"Um... Hawwy?" came the boy's voice, weary and nervous.
"Hmm?"
"Wiwl you..." Draco paused; his voice was shaking a little as if afraid, "sing to me?"
Harry was thrown off by the question in general. Draco started to curl up into his protective ball, afraid he said something he shouldn't. Harry had no choice, "Sure."
Draco stopped shaking and cuddled up closer to Harry. Harry smiled. He remembered hearing a song last year on Dudley's radio that reminded him of Draco. Closing his eyes Harry's soft tenor voice sung out into the night.
"He walks to school with the lunch he packed. Nobody knows what he's holdin' back. Wearin' the same robes he wore yesterday. He hides the pain with a sneer on his face."
Draco is sound asleep by now, but Harry continues to sing.
"The teachers wonder but they don't ask. It's hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearing the burden of a secret storm. Sometimes he wishes he was never born.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
"Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The servants see, but they ignore the sight. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate. When morning comes it'll be too late.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
A tear seeps down Harry's cheek and drops onto Draco's blond hair.
"A statue stands in a shaded place. An angel boy with an upturned face. A name is written on a polished rock. A broken heart that the world forgot.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
Caught in the moment, Harry made up his own lyrics and continued.
"A teardrop falls out of place. It begins to run down his pale face. All trust he had will never return. His hope is lost and forever will burn.
"But you don't have to be afraid anymore. I'll set you free instead and let your heart soar. I'll release you from this hell that you're in. I won't let you die or let you give in.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
"I'll help you find the hope that you lost. I'll let you know love at any cost. You'll find the place that you flew to. Isn't unreal, but it's me here with you.
"Through the wind and the rain. He stands hard as a stone. In a world that he can't rise above. But his dreams give him wings, and he flies to a place where he's loved. Concrete Angel.
Harry tightened his hold on the little boy, protecting him from everything. He fought the urge to pick him up and run away to free his soul. Another tear cascaded from Harry's eyes as he slowly fell asleep listening to Draco's quiet breathing.
|~*~|
Harry thought he heard a cry through the darkness. Something started to fidget and shake beside him. Slowly, he opened his eyes trying to adjust to the blackness of his room. His gaze settled beside him. Draco was crying.
Harry was fully alert now, "Draco, what's wrong?"
"Huwt," Draco cried shaking all over.
Harry sat upright, noting the time on the clock. Midnight. He pulled the little boy into his lap, hugging him tightly. Draco continued to cry harder. Harry's heart lurched knowing he couldn't do anything. All he could do was comfort, "Shh, its ok, Draco. It will pass."
"Ha-wy," Draco choked, tears streaming down his cheek. His voice was growing weaker by the minute. Harry took his wand and made the boy's pajamas bigger knowing what was to come.
Harry held onto the small boy watching him slip into unconsciousness. A few tears were seeping from his own eyes watching as the toddler shook under pain. Draco's skin started to glow bright lighting the dark room as bubbles appeared. Harry continued to hold the boy until he started to grow. His features returning to the familiar ones he knew.
Draco shook as his body returned to its original size, back to seventeen. The process completed as the glow slowly died down and darkness returned. Harry quickly checked for a pulse relieved to find a strong beat. The raven- haired boy gazed over the Draco he knew, taking in the sight he hadn't known he missed so much.
The young Draco he had to take care of had shown him what had made him become what he is. Angry at the world, extremely independent, and completely miserable. Harry's heart went out to the Slytherin now knowing why there was always constant pain in his eyes.
"Remember my promise," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, "I'll never leave you."
He had a little more difficulty shifting Draco back under the covers, but he managed. Draco laid still only the slow rising and falling of his chest told Harry he was alive. Harry crawled behind Draco and rested his arm around his waist once again falling back into a sound sleep.
|~*~|
'Tap, tap, tap.'
Slowly, Harry's eyes lifted open as warm sunlight washed over him. He blinked a few times to try to focus on his surroundings. As he looked beside him he inhaled deeply. Draco was back to normal, sleeping like a young angel.
The soft tapping continued. It came from the door penetrating the morning silence. Harry carefully unwrapped his arm from around the blonde, watching as he whimpered slightly at the loss of warmth. He snuck out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. Unlocking it, he cracked his door open and stuck his head out.
"Good morning, Harry," a female voice greeted.
"Morning, Hermione," Harry yawned, "Did you find anything?"
"That's one of the reasons why I'm here," she sighed, "I couldn't find anything. There was nothing in Hogwarts library!"
Harry had figured that much, "So what was the other reason you came to see me?"
Ron came walking up the steps, "Me and Ron wanted to say goodbye."
Harry's eyes grew a bit, "Goodbye? What for?!!"
"Blimy, Harry. Don't you know its Christmas Break? Yesterday was the last day of classes! We're suppose to leave in half an hour!" Ron laughed.
"Oh..." Harry trailed off. He had just been so busy lately.
"Don't worry about it, Harry," Ron's smile dropped, "You've had a lot to worry about."
"Yeah. Sorry I haven't spent time..."
"Stop right there, Harry James Potter," Hermione interrupted, "Don't you dare apologize. As Ron said, you've had enough on your mind lately."
Harry smiled; he really did have the two greatest friends in the world.
"We have to go, Harry," Hermione sighed, "Pansy told me to tell you and Draco goodbye for her. She's still trying to pack. I told her to do it yesterday, but she doesn't listen."
She gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Ron gave him a brotherly hug, patting him on the back. The two started heading down to the common room.
"Merry Christmas, Harry," Ron called over his shoulder.
"Yes," Hermione agreed, "And tell Draco... we hope to see him better when we return."
Harry watched as the two walked downstairs together until he couldn't see them anymore. Sighing, he walked back inside and closed the door.
Draco was still sleeping peacefully, curled up in the blankets on his right side. Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as the blonde's chest rose steadily up then cascaded back down. He shut his eyes listening to the quietness of the room and he could almost swear he could hear Draco's heart beating.
"Harry?" a hoarse voice called out startling him.
Harry opened his eyes, gazing on Draco, whose eyelids were half closed, "Hey, Draco."
"What happened?"
"Well," Harry didn't know where to begin, "What was the last thing you remember?"
Draco thought back, "I remember drinking the potion and a lot of darkness."
"That potion you drank," Harry paused, "turned you back into a child."
"Oh, um, really?" Draco flinched nervously, "Anything interesting happen?"
"Not really, no."
Draco relaxed back into the pillow.
"But you, uh, told me about your father locking you in the dungeon."
Draco shot up so fast blood swam in his ears. He yelped in pain as his back seared on fire. Harry was at his side immediately.
"What's wrong?"
"M-My back," Draco hissed.
"Lay back down," Harry helped him back down easing him gently onto the pillow. He saw the worry in the blonde's eyes. "Relax."
Draco blinked his eyes a few times. His back was burning and the feeling was beginning to travel through his body. His muscles started to blaze as if fire was burning through them from the inside out. He could feel every bone in his body beginning to ache as a shot of pain exploded in his head sending jolts of shock to every nerve.
The pain slowly began to die back down and Draco could feel a drop of sweat being brushed away by Harry's finger. His gaze locked with the Gryffindor's and he could see complete concern.
Draco started to grow nervous, 'I told him about my father?! How stupid could I be?!'
However, Harry didn't pressurize on the thought. He seemed more worried about Draco's state of condition, "Where does it hurt?"
"Besides everywhere?" Draco gave a painful smirk.
"Sure did miss the sarcasm," Harry put in, "Turn over."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Just do it."
Slowly, and a little bit painfully, Draco managed to turn over onto his stomach. He felt his shirt rise up and two hands creep onto his back. Draco exhaled into the pillow loving the feel of Harry's hands once more. He moaned softly into the silence.
Feeling the Slytherin's smooth skin under his fingers once again was making Harry feel very strange. Surges of emotions shot throughout his veins sinking into his nerves. He had felt like this before, but never so strong!
Harry hadn't known he missed the Slytherin so much. All thoughts of when he couldn't touch him started to drive him wild as they swirled in his mind. Of course, he hadn't thought about this when Draco was five, but now that he was back to normal, an untamed spirit began to sink into his soul.
The Gryffindor grew a sly smirk across his face, "You know Draco; you were cute when you were little."
Draco moved his head so his mouth was free from the pillow, "What do you mean 'were'?"
"Exactly as I mean; you 'were' cute," Harry smiled knowing Draco couldn't see.
"What? I'm ugly now?" Draco huffed.
"And what makes you say that?" Harry started to giggle under his breath. It was so easy to annoy the blonde it wasn't even funny. Well, yes it was.
"You said that!"
"No, I said you were cute when you were little."
"Doesn't that mean past tense? As in cute then ugly now? So you must think I'm ugly," Draco sulked
"That's not necessarily what I think," Harry moved his hands up to around Draco's shoulders, pressing firmly into the soft flesh.
"Well then what the hell do you mean, Potter?!!" Draco snapped getting a little irritated.
"Potter?" Harry stopped moving his hands and raised an eyebrow.
"Harry," Draco grumbled, "So what the hell do you mean?"
"I mean you were cute then, but..." Harry continued to run his fingers through the flesh he was exposed to. He leaned over the bed getting really close to Draco's ear and in a soft, seductive voice Harry whispered, "you are sexy now."
Harry felt the muscles underneath him visually tense and watched as the tip of Draco's ears turned from pale white, to a soft pink, to a blazing red. He very well doubted it was because of anger, too. Harry seemed to take this as a sign to continue.
Using his Gryffindor bravery and boldness he lifted himself on his bed and threw his leg over Draco, straddling his ass. A sharp intake from the boy beneath him made Harry simper.
"W-What are you doing?" Draco swallowed. He tried to bend his head behind him so he could see what Harry was doing, but his neck wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was feel the Gryffindor's hands kneading his back causing the pain to die away. In fact, Draco could hardly feel the pain at all, but maybe it was from shock.
Harry didn't answer him making the boy under him even more nervous. He was enjoying being in control of the situation for once, not to mention in control of Draco period.
"Just relax," Harry's voice grew heavy. He raised the shirt up to Draco's neck exposing his back entirely. Leaning across the smooth muscles he began to leave light, fluttery kisses trailing up his spine.
"H-Harry?" Draco swallowed, or rather gulped quite nervously. His breathing was beginning to waver and started coming out in short, ragged breaths. He swore blood was rushing from every part of his body right toward his groin. If only Harry knew what he was doing to him.
"Shh," Harry breathed in between kisses, "Let me enjoy this."
Draco smirked, "What about me?"
"Feel free to enjoy it too," Harry started kissing the base of Draco's neck loving as the small hairs started to prickle upward. He felt the Slytherin shudder and small goosebumps rose on his skin.
Draco began melting into Harry completely giving into the sensation. No one has ever made him feel like this before: so wanted, so needed. A small thought of this seeming wrong flickered through his mind.
/It isn't wrong./
'You know, I'm beginning to like you.'
/I grow on you./
'This can't be wrong. Something that feels so good just can't be. Right?' Draco felt another kiss along his right shoulder, 'Right.' And he believed himself.
Harry nipped at Draco's shoulder sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Sensations ran from his head right down to his toes. He felt Harry snake his tongue up along his neck sucking at the skin.
Harry completely tore off the only piece of cloth that was separating him from the wanting of full exposure of Draco's upper body. He threw the useless material aside, having it land somewhere on the floor. His tongue lavished the new taste each of its buds was receiving. Draco tasted like nothing he had ever experienced before. He was sweet, but unlike any sugar.
The Gryffindor ran his hands to Draco's sides, careful as to not tickle him. He maneuvered Draco over onto his back so he was now staring into his beautiful silvery-blue eyes.
'How could anyone think that his eyes are gray?' Harry thought staring deep within them, 'That is definitely silver.'
Draco stared back at Harry watching him with mild curiosity. Weird how all pain had just vanished into thin air as if nothing was wrong. Harry seemed to be in a trance just gazing at him. Draco watched as Harry's sea green eyes shaded to a deep forest, growing intense.
Mesmerized by Draco's eyes, Harry drew closer. A faint mew sound came from the Slytherin's throat as Harry crashed his lips onto his. The Gryffindor brought his hands up running them along Draco's neck going up to his face, deepening the kiss. Draco's hands snaked their way up to raven hair, tangling through the wild mane. All the time, both boys getting lost in the other's touches, caresses.
Years of tension, pressure, stress, and yearning for one another came pouring out for both boys. Emotions swirled around each other, twisting until neither of the teenagers could separate one from the other, or whose was whose.
It felt as if lightning had just shocked the two of them, sending jolts of raging hot electricity coursing through their veins. Feelings numbed, minds blanked, common sense was long forgotten, reality was left far behind, only the true sense of raw human passion was left surging through both boys.
Draco closed his eyes grabbing the back of Harry's head and forcing it even closer trying to deepen the kiss. Both boys were trying to get everything from the other. Draco felt Harry's tongue lick at his lips having teeth lightly nip with it causing Draco to lose even more control. He parted his lips feeling a tongue instantly slide right into his mouth dominating his own, claiming its territory.
Draco smiled into Harry's lips as the raven-hair's tongue caressed his own, tickling it on the sides. Draco fought his own battle almost laughing as his tongue dueled with the invader, a very welcomed invader.
Breaking the kiss, Harry pulled back vaguely, breathing heavily and slightly red. Draco shivered as deep green eyes focused onto his own as though they were searching into his soul, reading his very thoughts.
Harry lowered himself back down brushing his lips casually against Draco's. He moved down to the blonde's jawbone sketching it in languid kisses and light nips trailing to Draco's neck where he began to assault his left ear with his lips and teeth.
Draco moaned in pleasure, "Harry."
Harry lightly sucked at Draco's skin moving down the side of his throat. His hands moved to the Slytherin's chest while his lips continued to kiss down to his collarbone. Draco shivered as Harry's hands rounded to his sides, he had never known such a delicate touch was possible, and he knew that it would be his touch that would drive him crazy.
Harry roamed downward leaving kisses across his chest. His mouth moved to attack Draco's left nipple slightly biting it, feeling as the sensitive skin perked. A shocked gasp from above made Harry smirk as the hands in his hair tightened their grip. The Gryffindor continued across the blonde's chest giving the same attention to the other nipple, licking painfully slow across the pink flesh.
Harry felt Draco's erection grind into his stomach. The raven-haired smiled knowing it was him who was making the Slytherin's body react in such a way. His own body reacted in same, but he was not here to pleasure himself, at least not right now. He was here to capture the blonde, make him feel wanted; needed. Shifting his body, Harry moved his hand, rubbing it over the bulge in Draco's pants.
Draco moaned, too stimulated in pleasure to form any words on his lips. As far as he was concerned, he was lost in his own world where only he and Harry existed. He still felt Harry's tongue assaulting his body, sliding down toward his stomach. Dizziness came with sensations as his breathing shorted to quick, ragged breaths. He tried to battle the war raging on in his body. Control was losing and strength was fading. Draco had to use all his might trying to make this last as long as possible.
Harry moved his hands to Draco's hips. His eyes focused upward on Draco's face watching as the boy twisted his head in pleasure and pure bliss. Harry centered his attention back to the flesh underneath him. He dipped his tongue into Draco's bellybutton loving as Draco tried to buck his hips up. Harry forced Draco back onto the bed as his hands came up to trace the skin right above the blonde's pants.
Draco shivered as Harry sent goosebumps throughout his body. That touch was going to be the end of him yet. Draco swore Harry was trying to torture him, kill him slowly, but this was the only way to die.
Shudders were felt from Draco as they entered Harry's body. Harry slid a finger below the elastic of the pajamas, enjoying as the blonde wriggled under his touch. Slowly, Harry snaked all eight fingers from both hands underneath the cloth, the palm of each hand resting on a hip.
Leisurely, Harry drug pants and boxers down watching as each inch of newly exposed flesh was uncovered to him until the annoyance had reached Draco's ankles and pushed off, being thrown carelessly over next to the shirt.
Draco was lost in sensation. Every thought or emotion was tangled into one another causing chaos and confusion. Nothing made sense and he couldn't tell what was happening anymore. Simple questions seemed the hardest to answer. Was it day or night? The light in the room made it easy enough to see, but maybe it was a lamp. Was he hot or cold? He was sure sweating enough to be hot, but then why was he shivering? Was this heaven or hell? The pure bliss of pleasure made it seem as if he was in heaven, but the slow agonizing torture of waiting made it seem like hell. Then again, he didn't care. Harry was here sending him on a ride like he had never felt before and that was all he knew and cared about.
Harry's hands crept up Draco's inner thighs feeling as muscles tightened in both anticipation and anxiousness. He grasped Draco's cock softly watching as the blonde shook under his touch. Harry smiled slowly moving his hand up and down feeling the sensitive flesh in his hands.
Draco blindly grabbed at the sheets, arching his back, rearing his hips into the air. Harry had to force Draco back down onto the bed, placing his free hand on the Slytherin's hips to keep him from moving.
Harry moved his mouth right above Draco's member, kissing the tip, smearing the little droplets of precum around his lips. He snaked his tongue out tasting the warm substance, licking around the head of Draco's cock.
Draco shuddered, gasping for breath, trying to breathe deeply to get oxygen into his air-deprived lungs. But the harder Draco tried to breathe, the tighter his throat became and the dryer his mouth got. He licked at his lips trying to moisten them, but only rewarded his tongue of getting even more arid.
He couldn't stop shaking. Every time Harry came even close to touching him he would tremble. Now, having the Gryffindor's mouth right on his erection was just too much. Draco grasped the sheets until his knuckles began to turn white feeling as Harry's tongue slowly started to slide down his shaft then lick back up.
Draco tightened his eyes and moaned, feeling as if he could die right then and there, 'I have been taught self-control since before I could walk and have done so for seventeen years. How in the hell can one person, Harry Potter for fucks sake, make it all just vanish into thin air?!!'
Harry began to swallow Draco, engulfing his mouth over the blonde's hard erection, sending pulsating waves of pleasure to every nerve in his body.
'Who cares?' Draco inhaled deeply trying to breathe.
Harry held Draco in his mouth for a moment, torturing the blonde, using his tongue to further the torment. He hummed causing the vibrations to make Draco wiggle wildly. Harry still forced him down onto the bed using both hands now. He slowly moved his mouth back up then down again repeating the motion, watching as Draco squirmed with every movement.
Harry began bobbing his head rapidly, feeling Draco's body grow even more rigid, straining not to give out. The Gryffindor smiled evilly as his right hand moved down to massage the blonde's balls. Draco couldn't hold out any longer.
"Harry!" Draco cried just as he came, finally able to thrust his hips upward.
Warm liquid shot into Harry's mouth and he greedily swallowed it as if he would never eat again, careful to not spill a single drop. Draco now laid back on the bed completely flaccid, breathing in short quick gasps. Harry released the blonde from his mouth and slowly continued to kiss his way back up, only stopping at Draco's collarbone to give it a soft nip.
He kissed Draco softly letting him taste himself on Harry's lips. Harry pulled back a little watching Draco's soft face. He was completely at peace resting his muscles. His cheeks were tinted a pinkish-red as he inhaled slowly trying to catch his breath. Harry had never seen him look so beautiful.
Draco finally fluttered his eyes open to be staring right into Harry's whose had lost the intense forest green color and had returned to a soft emerald. The two stayed like that for a moment watching each other intently.
Harry smirked, "So did you enjoy?"
Draco chuckled, "What do you think?"
"Oh, I think that you think I'm a crazed sex god who has been sent from heaven to save you."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You wish."
The raven-haired smiled and brushed his lips once more against the Slytherin's, "Ok, I confess, I'm just a normal sex god."
Draco shook his head snickering to himself, "You were always full of yourself, weren't you?"
"Eh," Harry shrugged his shoulders finally collapsing on top of Draco burying his head in the nape of his neck. He lifted his head and tilted it to the side, "You smell good."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Draco shifted his head downward so he could look at the raven-haired.
"No, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying you smell good."
"And what do I smell like?"
Harry moved back down to Draco's neck and inhaled his sent, "I don't know. You just smell like... like you."
Draco kissed the top of Harry's head, "Well that's a relief. Heaven forbid if I start to smell like you."
Harry looked at Draco giving him a funny look raising his eyebrow, "Ha ha."
Draco smirked and kissed Harry on the nose. A small grumbling noise could be heard from below. Draco laughed, "Hungry?"
Harry tinted pink, "Must be."
"While I go take a shower why don't you go down to the Great Hall?"
"Aren't you hungry?"
"No, I just need a shower."
Harry kissed Draco one more time before slowly moving off of him, "Alright."
The Gryffindor moved toward his closet and pulled out a robe. He walked in the bathroom and quickly changed wanting to get to the hall and back. Draco was still sitting on the bed waiting for him.
"Mind if I borrow some clothes?" Draco asked still laying on the bed.
"Go ahead. I'll be back. Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" Harry grabbed his wand and put it inside his robes.
"Yea," Draco sat up staring at the raven-haired teen.
"Alright," Harry opened the door and took a step outside, "I'll be back."
Draco nodded and Harry shut the door heading down the stairs. The Christmas decorations were finally put up in the common room, but it was quite empty. Apparently everyone had already gone to board the train to go home. Harry sighed. Home, a place where he always wanted to go to. Then he thought of Draco, maybe he was already home. The halls of Hogwarts have sort of been his home for seven years and family was just people you enjoyed spending time with and cared about. Both applied with Draco and he thought about the ring locked in his trunk.
Harry sighed and opened the entrance slipping out into the hall. He walked to the Great Hall, opening the doors, watching as it lit up with decorations. The ceiling was showing that it was finally snowing outside.
'Ok, when did they have the decorations put up?' Harry thought. He took a seat at the small empty table that put everyone together at Christmas. Instantly, his plate filled with food and his goblet with pumpkin juice and he began to eat.
Harry stuffed himself till he was full, enjoying the silence of the Great Hall. He leaned back in the chair completely full. Harry could feel a small presence in the room and a hand fell onto his right shoulder. The Gryffindor jumped out of his seat in surprise and turned around, wand poised, ready to strike. He came face to face with a smirking Snape.
"Jumpy, Potter?" Snape glared eyeing the Gryffindor.
Harry smiled inwardly, glad that he grew over the years. His professor didn't seem so fearsome when you could stare at him eye-to-eye. "You'd have jump too if you were snuck up on."
"I would have never been snuck up upon in the first place."
Harry didn't know whether to be annoyed by his professor's arrogance or laugh.
"Your presence is required in the Headmaster's office. So get going, Potter."
"Why?"
Snape started to get annoyed, "He wants to speak to you."
"How did you know I'd be here?"
Snape's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, "Stop asking questions, Potter, and move! But if you have to know Dumbledore said you'd be here."
Harry shook his head walking out of the hall with Snape following. The two walked to the entrance of Dumbledore's office and climbed the already opened stairs up to the door. Harry knocked and a simple, "Come in," was heard.
Harry opened the door and walked in having Snape close it as he followed. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, the twinkle completely gone from his eyes, and someone sat in the chair facing away from them.
"Please be seated," Dumbledore said to the two, "Harry, sit on the couch."
Harry sat on the couch away from the other person and Snape sat between them in another chair. The Gryffindor got a good look at the individual. He had short, messed up brown hair and a pale complexion. His eyes were light brown with a dim look and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. His build was stocky, but Harry didn't have to guess that it wasn't from weight, but muscles. There were a few bruises around his left eye and on his cheekbones.
"Harry," Dumbledore rubbed at his eyes. Harry had never seen him looked so stressed and tired and he wondered what this was all about, "I've called you up here for Draco's sake."
Harry's muscles tensed and he sat straight up.
"I don't believe he should be here because that would just put him in more mental pain."
Harry's eyes widened, "What's going on?"
"Harry, remember about two nights ago?"
Of course he remembered that night. He had been awoken by that dream and found Draco missing. Something told him to go look for him and luckily he had. He remembered how scared he felt when he first saw Draco being attacked and how much anger had poured through his veins as he himself attacked the assaulter.
Harry thought and placed two and two together; Charlie Stucker. The boy in the chair was Charlie Stucker! He clenched his fists together and stuck them to his sides trying his hardest to control his now raging anger.
"Now, Harry, under the circumstances, Professor Snape and I have made the decision to expel Mr. Stucker here..."
Something inside Harry snapped. Forgetting all about his wand he lunged out of his chair and smacked straight into Charlie. The boy fought back and the two began to tumble around the room. Harry swiftly punched the Slytherin square in the jaw, splitting his lip. He retaliated by throwing Harry off of him with his legs right into the wall. Harry pounce back on top going right back to his face.
"Stupefy!" Snape bellowed as the two teens got hit, freezing their motions.
Harry just glared as Snape pulled him off and sat, or rather threw him back onto the couch. Dumbledore put Charlie back into the chair. The two glared at each other from where they sat.
Dumbledore sat back in his chair, not angry, but not amused either, "If we have to keep you two immobilized to listen to me then we shall do it, but you will hear me out. Now as I was saying, Mr. Stucker will be expelled. The train has been held up so we can send him home. We are wasting the students' time not to mention their families so we will make this as quickly as possible. Harry, I just wanted to inform you of Mr. Stucker's removal and Professor Snape will escort him to the train. You will notify Mr. Malfoy upon this information. It will also be his decision whether or not to press charges as well."
Harry tried to nod, but forgot he was still frozen solid. Snape removed the curse warily, liking the fact that he couldn't speak. Harry sat rigidly trying to control his anger.
"You may leave now," Dumbledore prompted Harry to the door.
Harry got up and soundlessly walked out of Dumbledore's office. He walked through the corridors thinking.
'If only I hadn't been stunned! I wanted to smash that mother fucker's head in!' Harry let out a frustrated grunt. He arrived back at the Fat Lady portrait, "Carmel Apple."
The portrait pretty much ignored him and just opened, letting Harry through. Harry stormed up the steps taking them two at a time and headed inside his room.
"Draco?" Harry called out. He didn't receive an answer. The bathroom door was still closed.
Harry walked up to it and knocked, putting his ear to the door, "Draco?"
Harry started to get a little nervous when he didn't get a reply. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the lock, "Alohomora." The bathroom door unlocked with a click and Harry opened it.
Harry gasped at the sight. Draco was barely sitting against the far wall, half dressed, with his eyes closed. Harry shot over to him, crouching down, immediately taking Draco's right hand.
"Draco? Come on, Draco, open your eyes!" Harry choked franticly.
Draco coughed and barely cracked his eyes open, "H-Harry?" His voice sounded so weak.
"Draco, what happened?!!" Harry practically shouted making Draco wince. He noted that and tried to speak calmly, "What happened?"
"I don't know. I just felt really tired all of a sudden and I couldn't stand up anymore," Draco's voice was fading.
"No, no, no, Draco. Look at me, open your eyes! We have to go see Madam Pomfrey!"
Sweat rolled down Draco's face pooling into his eyes and dripping off his chin onto his bare chest. He slit his eyes back open trying to stay conscious.
Harry picked Draco up into his arms carrying him out of his bedroom and down to the common room. He opened the entrance and slipped out almost slamming the door closed with his feet.
The Fat Lady started shouting at him about slamming doors, but he ignored it and rushed to the hospital wing.
"Come on, Draco. Try and stay awake!" Harry whispered into his arms.
A low grunt was his reply.
He flew through the door and startled Pomfrey in the process. "Harry, what in Merlin's name..." she saw Draco and didn't finish her sentence, "Oh dear. Get him on the bed!"
Harry laid Draco on the bed, watching as Pomfrey came over with a wet cloth. She placed it on top of the blond's forehead. Harry grabbed onto Draco's hand squeezing it a little.
"Come on, Draco. Stay with me."
Draco barely opened his eyes, giving a very weak grunt.
Pomfrey was bustling about, pouring and mixing different potions. She brought it over to Draco, "Harry, tilt his head up."
"He's not suppose to have any potions!"
"There aren't any options left. We need to try something! Now tilt his head up!"
Harry complied and slid his hand under Draco's neck lifting his head. Pomfrey put the beaker up to Draco's lips and poured the contents in, watching as he slowly swallowed. Draco's breathing slowly grew back to normal and he started to relax. His eyes closed all the way slowly slipping out of reality.
Pomfrey saw Harry's anxious glance, "Don't worry. It looks like he'll be fine. I put a mild sleeping draft in there to settle him down."
Harry sighed.
"What a thing to happen near Christmas," Pomfrey whispered to herself, but Harry overheard.
"What?"
"Christmas is tomorrow," she saw the bemused look on his face, "Didn't you know that?"
"I thought it was Monday! My friends just went home on the train today!"
"There was a problem with the train and they just fixed it, but if my memory still serves me, Christmas is tomorrow."
Harry racked through his brain. He could have sworn it was Monday! Had he been so busy that he even forgot about Christmas? Harry's gaze focused back on Draco's sleeping form. Everything had been so upside-down lately, maybe he really did lose track of time. So, Christmas was tomorrow.
Harry sat down in the chair beside the bed staring blankly at Draco. Fear washed over him like it never had before. Not even when he faced Voldemort after his resurrection with his own blood or even when he was three and was locked in the cupboard for almost a week. This didn't even compare.
Pomfrey shuffled off somewhere into the back again giving Harry a little privacy. She marked the empty expression in his eyes she had so often seen in times of crisis and have learned from experiences that those are best handled alone.
Harry continued to stare blankly, watching nothing and no one, getting lost in his own thoughts, trying to sort out every mixed up feeling, emotion, thought, everything, 'Draco, what is happening? A week ago I could have very well hexed you to no end.'
The Gryffindor chuckled inwardly, 'Wasn't it just about two weeks ago that you and I were in detention together for fighting in the hallway outside Snape's room? I remember that. You have a good right hook.
'Detention. I remember you sneering at me... In fact... every time I looked up you were sneering at me... staring at me. How long has this been going on? Were you always staring at me?
'Then Friday night came along. I saw you walk in the door and almost got up to hit you square in the face. I thought you only came just to piss me off, but even you wouldn't swallow your pride and step foot in Gryffindor Tower just to tick me off. Funny how when the game ended I couldn't stop touching my lips to feel if they were even still there. And all because of you.
'Then in a matter of one week. One week. You have managed to reach into my heart where nobody has even dared try to go. How can I explain what you do to me every time you kiss me, touch me, even just look at me? Nobody has ever made me feel this way before. Draco, please, you have to get better.'
Harry reached over and grabbed Draco's hand, 'Not after what we've gone through. Not after what we've changed. Of all the years we've chose to fight and now we finally stopped, now is when I don't know if it will be forever? I will not lose you, not now, not ever. Draco, there is someone in this world that cares for you. Please, Draco, get better.'
Harry took a deep breath focusing intently on Draco's sleeping face, 'Its only been a week. One week. But, Draco... I think... I think I'm falling in love with you.'
With that thought echoing through his head, Harry tilted his head downward and lifted Draco's hand to his forehead and prayed to God he would be alright.
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Author's Note: The song is 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride. Yes, I changed a few of the lyrics to fit Draco more and be more Harry Potter related and the last few versus are mine. I hope nobody minds. Please don't sue me! I'm NOT making any money on this. It was purely for entertainment. But if anyone has a problem with it I'll change the lyrics to the original or take it down completely.
Ok, so by now everyone knows that this chapter was slashy. I was having a hard time writing it because I'm only fourteen and haven't had sex (and I don't plan to for a long, long while) so I don't really know what's going on. If anyone would like to make a suggestion or anything feel free to tell me! And I know it took me forever to put up this chapter! Sorry, last few weeks of school and I've been busy, but this chapter is longer so hopefully you guys can forgive me!