Finally (finally) I have completed chapter 21. I had so much trouble writing it and it ended up being my longest chapter. It also makes a good apology for all who have waited.
Anyway:
Tyler, Aranami, Gia, Wintermoon, chibidark angel, Malfoy Snogger, S. Wing, Assassin and Moonfairy.
Thank you so much and I hope you don't mind if I don't answer your questions. I don't want to give away the plot.
Also, thanks to frizzy, chibidark angel and wintermoon for offering their help. In the end, I did it myself, after throwing the keyboard around a little.
By the way, what you will be reading is drapht two. My computer crashed while writing it before, losing me seven pages of work that I had to re-write.
Okay:
I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be able to afford a new computer that didn't crash every five seconds!
DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?
Chapter 21 - Christmas Day
Christmas day began much the same as any other year. Ron woke the dorm room up by throwing pillows and singing 'Jingle Bells' at the top of his voice, while jumping from bed to bed. This act was stopped however, by Seamus grabbing his ankle, making him topple over onto his face on his bed. Then, with a roar, he was tackled by three boys, beginning a play fight.
Harry watched the performance with a detached amusement, still being half asleep and still a bit shaken from his dreams the night before. Once again, Vin had been a prominent figure, standing amongst the carnage of the village. Even though the threatening scene had taken place, there was an oddly comforting feeling inside him the entire time.
Presents were opened with vigour. Colourful wrapping paper in all shapes and sizes were thrown around the room, amongst gasps of pleasure and surprise.
"Look at what Pansy got me." Ron waved something that resembled a Muggle personal CD player, but was about a third of the size. "She wrote home and asked her mum to put some music on it for me."
"What is it?"
"A music player."
"I figured that. I mean, can you use it here? It's not a Muggle device is it?"
"No." Ron placed it on his bed, then began unwrapping his next present. "It's a Wizard music player. I've always wanted one, but..." Ron trailed off and Harry nodded in understanding.
Harry's presents consisted of sweets from his dorm mates, another green jumper, a Yule log and some toffee from Mrs Weasley and home made biscuits from Hagrid. Ron and Pansy had joined together and had got him a book on dream seers and premonition. Harry had pointed it out to them, the last time they had gone to Hogsmeade.
There was a tiny box from Draco, that when opened, revealed a note which said he would receive his main present later. There was also a flat package, wrapped in silver from Draco. Harry removed the wrapping carefully then opened the lid. Inside was a ser of green and black silky material, which happened to be a kimono and a pair of pyjamas. The pyjamas were black with a pattern of green dragons on it. The kimono was reversible. Black with green dragons on one side, green with black on the other.
Harry was awed and he slipped the kimono on, green side out and did it up, marvelling at the silky material.
"Wow Harry. Who bought you that?" Neville walked over to his bed and touched Harry's shoulder. "It's real silk. That must have cost a fortune."
"Yeah. Who's it from?" Seamus asked.
"His Godfather," Ron replied before Harry could. Harry stared over at him gratefully."
"Cool."
Harry held his new pyjama's to his chest and smiled.
"Thank you Draco."
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"Come in Mr Malfoy. It's ready."
Draco walked into the infirmary apprehensively, Pansy trailing behind him. As he walked through the main ward, he noted that all the beds were empty and the only person in the room was Madam Pomfrey herself.
"Sit here." The nurse gestured to a bed near to her medicine cabinet. "It was completed yesterday. It was a very complex potion and it should fix you up in a matter of minutes.."
She held up a vial which contained a thick murky grey substance, so thick that it could hardly be called a liquid. Sludge was more like it!
"Eww," Pansy cringed. "Does Draco actually have to drink that?"
"If he wants to ever actually feel pleasure, then yes."
Draco winced at Madam Pomfrey's blunt tone and took the vial out of her hand. He stared at it for a few moments, then he placed it to his lips and downed it.
"Oh, eww," Pansy shuddered when Draco began to cough, dropping the vial onto the floor. Pomfrey sighed and picked it up.
"If you bring it up again Mr Malfoy, don't expect to be made another batch." With that, she left the ward and went into her office.
"Disgusting," Draco muttered, wiping his mouth with his hand. His stomach was tingling slightly and the constant ache which had felt like a build up of pressure faded into nothing.
"Well?" Pansy asked curiously. "Did it work?"
"Ohh yes," Draco purred. "The pain has gone."
"By the way Mr Malfoy, could you go and see Professor Dumbledore before you do anything else?" Madam Pomfrey stuck her head into the ward again. "Password is blood lollipops."
Draco sighed and nodded, climbing to his feet.
He left Pansy outside the Infirmary, telling Pansy to go to breakfast and to tell Harry that he would see him later.
"I wonder what Dumbledore wants," Draco mused, standing outside the wall with the stone gargoyle leading to Dumbledore's office. "Oh well, blood lollipops."
The stone gargoyle moved aside and Draco entered Dumbledore's office.
"Hello Draco!"
"Father?"
Draco stared in shock at the man sitting at Dumbledore's desk, looking comfortably at ease in the high backed chair.
"Don't stand there gawping Draco. Take a seat," he gestured towards the chair next to the front of the desk. Draco sat down apprehensively. Just being in the same room as his father gave him a cold sense of dread.
"What are you doing here?"
"That's not very nice is it?" Lucius Malfoy steepled his white gloved fingers, resting his elbows on the desk. "No hello or how are you. I raised you better than that."
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked again.
"Fine. If you want to be that way, I'll get straight to the point," Lucius stared at him. "What is this I hear about you being in a relationship?"
Draco went cold. How did he know?
"A.... A relationship?" Draco muttered out. "Where did you hear...?"
Lucius thumped a fist onto the table. "It doesn't matter where I heard it. I can understand that you want to experiment. You are a teenager after all. But a boy? Not only a boy, but Harry Potter? If there was one thing that I taught you, it was not to get close to the boy who lived. I won't accept it."
"You wont accept it?" Draco stared at his father in outrage and tried to keep his voice level. "I don't care if you accept it or not. "It's none of your business who I date."
"Of course it's my business," Lucius hissed. "I'm your damn father."
"So?"
Draco knew he was treading a very fine line, but he wasn't about to give up.
"If you don't stop this foolishness, I will pull you out of school. You are not getting away with this."
"Too late father. I already am getting away with this. I'm not going to stop dating him. You are not going to pull me from school. I also don't care if you try to disown me. The thought of that used to bother me but now I don't care." Draco stood up. "I've had enough. This conversation is over."
Before Lucius could move or even open his mouth, Draco was out of the door and running down the corridor towards the Great Hall.
~~~
Christmas breakfast had started. Draco stood in the doorway of the Great Hall, looking for Harry.
Harry was sitting at his table, a huge smile on his face. He had Ron sitting on one side of him and Pansy the other. He nearly did a double take when he spotted Blaise sitting on the opposite side of the table to Harry, laughing with him.
Draco saw red. He had let Blaise off the hook the night before, after seeing that strangely disturbing dream of Harry's and being too tired. Now though, he was ready to throttle the boy.
As he watched, he saw Blaise's hand slide over the table and link with Harry's own, which had been sitting next to his teacup. Draco snapped, stormed through the hall, stopping behind Harry's chair.
"Blaise." he hissed. "Let the fuck go of my boyfriend!"
Harry started, almost wrenching his hand from Blaise's grip. Blaise turned white. Ron and Pansy simultaneously slapped their hands to their foreheads and Finnegan and Thomas, who had been in hearing distance, stared at him in shock.
"D...Draco." Blaise stammered. "I was just..."
"Just what?"
"Wishing him Merry Christmas?"
Draco growled menacingly, making Blaise push his chair back in fear.
"Draco." He heard Harry whisper. "Calm down. He wasn't doing anything." Practically the whole Gryffindor table had stopped eating, trying to see what was going on. Harry and Draco both noticed this. Harry blushed and stared at his plate. Draco calmed down, but grabbed Harry's wrist, lifting him from his seat.
"Talk, now," he mumbled out. Harry nodded, biting his lip. Draco stared at Ron, then gestured towards Finnegan and Dean. Ron nodded in reply and Draco led Harry from the hall, amidst curious stares from the student body.
He pulled Harry down the corridors, twisting and turning until he reached a door opposite the dark passage which led to the Slytherin common room. He pulled Harry inside and closed the door, pushed Harry into a chair, then surprised him by straddling his hips.
"Draco?" Harry stared at him, wide eyed and Draco smiled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the side of Harry's neck, just under his chin.
"I'm sorry about that." Draco whispered against his skin. "I just took that potion to counter the curse. I guess my emotions got the better of me." He pushed his hips against the form below him, making Harry gasp. Draco felt the first stirrings of arousal in over a month, making him moan and press his forehead into the base of Harry's neck.. "God, Harry."
"Are you okay?" Harry gasped out.
"Never better," Draco replied. He lifted his head and pressed his lips to Harry's, opening the others mouth and sliding his tongue into the warmth with vigour. His arms surrounded Harry's tightly and he pressed himself into Harry firmly. Harry gripped the back of his robes tightly, pushing himself into Draco's embrace.
"Were were you this morning?" Harry asked when they had finally surfaced for air.
"Taking my potion, then I got summoned to Dumbledore's office." Draco nibbled on Harry's earlobe.
"Dumbledore? Why did he want you?" Harry wriggled slightly under Draco, making him groan
"He didn't. My father wanted to see me." He felt Harry go still and he looked him in the face. "Don't concern yourself Harry. The worst he could do to me is disown me. He would never hurt me." He went back to nibbling on Harry's ear and he relaxed again under the touch.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can." Draco stroked the hair at the base of Harry's neck, not slightly inclined to move.
"what are you going to do? I mean about the summer holidays. Are you going to go home? What if your father does something?"
"Harry." Draco pecked his cheek. "It's Christmas Day. We have over six months 'till the summer. I don't intend to think about it until I have to."
"Do you really think he will disown you?" Harry pushed Draco away from him slightly.
"Yes."
"And you're okay with that?" Harry had an incredulous look on his face. "Even though your father is, pardon my language, an asshole, surely you don't want to lose him completely." He pushed Draco from his lap and stood up. "Maybe we shouldn't do this, especially if it will cost you your family. I don't want that."
Draco stared at him in shock. Harry was staring at the floor, his hair covering his eyes and his fists clenched at his sides.
"No," Draco said adamantly. After all the aggravation he had gone through to get Harry, there was no way that he was letting him go. "I don't care about any of that." Draco rested one hand on Harry's shoulders and the other rested on Harry's chin, holding his head up so he could look into his eyes. "I spent my life before school learning about you and I spent four foolish years antagonising you. If it came down to a choice between you or my father, It would be you without a doubt. I love you. I love you so much that I have been in constant agony when I wasn't with you. I love you and only you. I have never and will never feel like this for anyone else." Both Draco's hands now cupped Harry's face. "I'm not a mushy person but you make me act like one. I. Love. You."
As he watched, Harry's eyes filled with water and with a sob, he flung himself into Draco's arms.
"I love you. I love you." Harry whimpered into Draco's shoulder, his arms tightening around Draco's middle.
"Thank you." Draco hugged him tightly.
They stood there silently for a little while, their breathing the only sound in the room. Harry never loosened his grip on Draco and Draco continuously stroked Harry's hair.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Did you have a dream last night? A dream about a destruction of a village?"
"Yes." Harry stared up into Draco's eyes in surprise. "How did you know?"
"Last night, when I put you to bed, something, I don't know what, made me want to see if our necklaces clicked together. It was like a pull." Draco didn't miss the worried look on Harry's face, but continued on, "Anyway, they did and I was engulfed in a white light, then darkness. Somehow, I must have connected with your dreams. I didn't see you but I could feel you."
"They worked?" Harry asked suddenly, making Draco lose his train of thought. "They actually worked?" A smile broke out on Harry's face that was so full of happiness that Draco was nearly bowled over my his emotions when he encountered it.
"Why? Is it good?"
"Ron gave me these necklaces. They are supposed to be a love identifier. An Ouroborus of sorts."
"The symbol for infinity." Draco nodded. "Continue."
"Well, the two parts will only click together when the two wearing them are meant for each other. All other times, they slide out again."
Draco opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted when the door opened and Ron and Pansy rushed in.
"For God's sake, have you been here all this time? Come on. Everyone is asking about the suspicious display at the breakfast table between you two."
"Didn't you tell them to mind their own business?" Draco asked, smoothing his hair back.
Ron scowled. "And arouse more suspicion? No. I just told them that you were having an argument. That was safest. Oh, by the way, Seamus and Dean know about you two. I couldn't dissuade them. Draco hissing out, 'Get your fucking hands off my boyfriend,' kind of gave the game away."
"What did they say?" Harry asked anxiously. Draco noticed that he had gone pale.
"They're fine with it. Seamus guessed a while ago and Dean doesn't care either way. They both think you're mad liking Draco though."
At that point, Pansy stepped forward and grasped Harry's wrist.
"Come on. We've still got time to practice for later. We also have to finish picking out songs." With that, Pansy and Harry disappeared out of the door, leaving Ron and Draco alone in the room.
"Blaise apologised Draco," Ron said. "He said he knows that Harry is yours but it doesn't stop his feelings. He said he is going to try and hold it back from now on."
"He had better." Draco began to walk to the door.
"Hey Draco," Ron gave him a sly look. "Are you going to dance with Harry tonight?"
"Yes." Draco turned to Ron with a smile. "No matter what, I defiantly will."
~~~
At six o'clock, an hour earlier than the year before, Harry and Ron climbed the stairs to their dorm room to get changed into their formal robes. Ron had a new set of black robes with a red trim, bought for him by his brothers. Harry had smiled when Ron had told him. Harry himself had decided on emerald green again, with gold buttons and shirt. Ginny had spoken to him a week ago, to discuss their colour co-ordination and Harry was curious on what she had decided on. He had chosen green and gold to match the colours on his necklace. Draco had thought it was a good idea, but would not tell him what he was wearing.
"Where are you meeting Pansy?" Harry asked as he shrugged on his robe. He stared at his best friend who looked quite dashing in his new clothes, especially compared to what he had looked like the year before in Maroon.
"The entrance hall." Ron reached over and put Harry's shirt straight. "Now Harry, I want you to show Ginny a good time tonight okay? That's all I ask."
"I will, although I do want to spend a little time with Draco."
"Understood," Ron agreed. He ran a hand through his hair, then turned to Harry. "Well? Are you ready?"
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Seamus, Dean and Neville had already left for the Great Hall. Seamus had actually bagged Lavender again and Dean was going with someone in Ravenclaw. Somehow, Neville had been asked by Padma Patil, which had cracked Ron up immensely.
"Where is that girl?" Ron tapped his foot on the floor impatiently. Harry rolled his eyes at Ron's impatience.
"You can go down you know." Harry leaned back in his chair. "I'll wait. You just go and grab Pansy."
Ron nodded gratefully and he headed out of the portrait hole. Harry closed his eyes and sighed, thinking about Draco. When he had told him about the dream the night before, Harry had been shocked that Draco had seen the same dream as him, even though they hadn't seen each other. Even so, he was ecstatic that the necklaces had worked.
"Harry?" A voice called him gently from his right. He opened his eyes to see Hermione, standing by his chair. She was pale and was wearing her normal robes as she wasn't going to the ball.
"Yes Hermione?" Harry asked with a cold undertone. It was hard to keep this up with her. As much as he hated to admit it, he had really missed Hermione over the last six weeks. She had been a constant in his life for four years and had always been there. Even so, he couldn't forgive her for what she had done, even though Draco had been 'fixed.'
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by thumping on the stairs. Harry looked up to see Ginny, walking regally down them and he smiled in admiration.
"Wow Ginny," Harry said as he stood up. He brushed past Hermione and stood at the foot of the staircase, awaiting her decent.
Ginny's dress was a sparkly gold skin tight number, with a hazy green over-skirt which trailed in a train behind her. She had a plait on either side of her head with green and gold ribbons threaded through them and her red hair was loose and fell in soft curls over her shoulders.
"Wow yourself," she smiled back. "These colours actually go well together."
"Okay then, shall we go?" Harry asked. "Ron and Pansy are waiting in the entrance hall for us." He then turned to address Hermione, but she had gone.
Shrugging, he held out an arm for Ginny to take and they both exited the Common room.
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The Great Hall itself was decorated in all four house colours, which didn't clash too badly. The tables had been laid for a formal dinner, just like the year before and students could sit at whatever table they liked. Harry led Ginny over to the table where he spotted Draco sitting, making pleasant conversation with a nervous looking girl in blue. Pansy and Ron followed behind.
"Hey, Draco."
Draco turned his head and stared at Harry, then lowered his eyelids in a way that made Harry's heart beat a little faster.
"Hello." Draco replied then turned his head and gestured towards the girl in blue. "This is Lasaureen Phalaren, my date for the evening. Lasaureen, this is Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley and Ron Weasley. You already know Pansy."
Harry nodded to the girl, then ignored her inquisitive stare. After helping Ginny sit down, he took the seat next to Draco. Ron and Pansy sat opposite. Draco was dressed simply in a long white shirt which was open at the neck to half way down his chest, showing quite a bit of skin. He was also wearing a dark blue pair of loose fitting trousers which were made of a silky material. Harry couldn't resist touching them. He lowered his hand below the table and gently stroked his hand over Draco's thigh, making him groan audibly.
"Harry," he hissed, grabbing at his wrist to stop his roving hands. "Not now. Later!"
Harry was disappointed but removed his hand all the same. He then lifted his head and saw Ginny giving him a strange look.
"What is it?" he asked. Ginny just shook her head and, smiled, then turned her head back to her plate, waiting for dinner to begin.
~~~
Now Ginny wasn't stupid, nor was she blind but was definitely in denial. To be perfectly honest, she was the king of denial.
She had been in love with Harry Potter since she was ten years old, when she had met him at Kings Cross railway station an the platform between nine and ten. He had looked scruffy and shy, with black hair sticking out in all directions around his head, much like it still did now. When her brothers had told her that it was Harry Potter, it was all she could do, not to jump on the train to find him.
He had been through so much during his four years at Hogwarts. He had faced Voldemort three times, saved her life and had nearly died. Even so, he still smiled.
When Ginny had heard that he had begun dating Hermione, she had been distraught, but even so, kept her optimism. She could tell that Harry wasn't happy, and had gotten him to admit as such. When it was broadcast around the school that they had broken up, Ginny was ready to tell him how she felt.
As she looked into apologetic green eyes, she realised that it wasn't to be.
"Ginny."
"No. don't say anything." The strong wind pushed at Ginny's hair, spraying it around her face. She realised what an idiot she had been not to notice.
The evening had started off well enough. During dinner, Malfoy and her brother had chatted and laughed while the rest of them listened. Harry wasn't very vocal, but just sat at the table with a smile on his face. When dinner had been eaten, the ball proper had started.
The tables had been moved away so there was room for dancing. This year, instead of a performance by the Weird Sisters, they had a D J, who played a mixture of Muggle and Wizard songs. The most amusing moment of the evening was when Pansy had dragged a blushing Harry onto the empty dance floor and signalled over to the D J.
Because of the year before, Ginny had thought that Harry had two left feet when it came to dancing, but was proven wrong when he twisted Parkinson around the dance floor in a jive, to a song by a Muggle artist by the name of Elvis. They finished to claps and cheers and Ginny ran over to him and demanded a dance, to which he happily obliged. She had been immensely happy at that moment and during the dances after, but could sense that Harry's mind was somewhere else.
When she had suggested that she would get some juice, Harry had agreed, stating that he would wait in the Entrance Hall. He was hot and needed some air. Ginny had walked over to the table at the end of the hall where the teachers tables usually were and heard a conversation that began the ruin of her evening.
"Draco. Why don't you go to him?"
"What?"
Ginny paused in reaching for the glasses of juice and turned her head and leaned back to see Malfoy and Lasaureen, standing at the other end of the table. She was slightly round a corner so she wasn't in their line of sight.
"Why don't you go to him? I've seen the way you've been drooling after him all night. I'm actually surprised that no one else saw."
"So how did you?"
"Oh, I already knew. People forget, because of my shy and retiring nature, that I am a sneaky Slytherin. About a week before I asked you to this dance, I saw the two of you together. I thought I'd ask you to this dance as a favour."
"And you're not bothered?"
"Not at all. Go to him Draco. He's alone at the moment and now would be a perfect opportunity to spend a little time with him alone."
Draco leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you Lasaureen." He then walked out of the Great Hall at a brisk pace.
Ginny shook herself, then picked up the two glasses of juice, deciding she had done enough eavesdropping for one day.
"You'd better treat him right Potter."
The glasses that Ginny was holding slipped to the floor with a smash. Lasaureen spun on her heel and stared at her in dismay.
"Did you just say, Harry and Malfoy?" she asked shakily.
"Weasley..." Lasaureen began, but Ginny didn't listen, instead she walked quickly out of the Great Hall and headed towards the Entrance Hall. She didn't see Harry but she did find one of her friends curled up on a sofa with her date.
"Hey Ermi. Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah I did. He went outside with Malfoy."
Ginny nodded her thanks and headed to the front doors and opened them. A very cold breeze blew around her and she shivered. She stared down and noticed that there was two sets of footprints leading over the snowy ground. Bracing herself, she let the doors swing shut and she followed the tracks over the grounds.
Ginny noted that she was heading towards the side of the Great Hall. The music could be heard in light was coming out from the tall windows.
"Draco, It's freezing. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
"That's not true. All my idea's are good idea's."
"Well, that's debatable."
Ginny noticed that she had entered a small clearing next to the castle walls, directly next to the Great Hall. A slow song could be heard and she slowly peered around the bush she had stopped behind and spotted Harry and Malfoy, wrapped in each others arms, swaying slightly. Harry had had his cheek pressed on Malfoy's chest and his arms around Malfoy's waist. Malfoy was holding Harry around the shoulders.
They looked perfect together, Ginny had to admit it. They contrasted each other. Even so, tears began to fall from her eyes when they began to kiss. She stepped out from behind the bush and walked towards them. They must have sensed her presence because they pulled away from each other and stared at her. Harry had a pained look on his face and Ginny suddenly remembered what Harry had said to her, just before she asked him to go to the ball with her. He had stated that he couldn't go with who he wanted so he would steal a dance with them while there, and he did.
With pain in her eyes, she slapped him, not hard, but sharp. She heard a growl come from Malfoy and she turned to face his angry stare. Ginny reached up and grasped the front of his shirt, waving a pointed finger in his face.
"You," she ground out. "If you hurt him, I'll kill you! Got it?" She then let him go and turned back to Harry.
"Ginny."
"No. don't say anything." The strong wind pushed at Ginny's hair, spraying it over her face. She realised what an idiot she had been not to notice....
They stood in silence for a few moments. Ginny had her arms wrapped around herself and she was desperately trying not to cry. Taking a few deep breaths, she stared at the black eyed boy in front of her, finally deciding to give up her dream.
"Harry," she whispered. "I once told you that if you were happy, I would be too. That isn't totally true because I thought that you being happy would mean you were with me. I love you so much and I have done for years. But if it's not to be then it's not to be." Ginny smiled and stepped backwards. "Be happy Harry, that's all I ask."
With that, she ran back the way she had come, back through the doors into the Entrance Hall. She spotted her brother sitting on one of the chairs near the corridor, with Parkinson. She ran straight to him and collapsed into his arms, sobbing hard. She never said anything and neither did Ron. They just sat there for a while, holding each other tightly.
~~~
"D... Do you want to come in for a while?" Harry stuttered out. Harry and Draco were standing outside the Gryffindor common room. Draco had an arm around Harry's waist and Harry looked nervous.
Just before they had come upstairs, they had met Pansy in the Entrance Hall who told them that Ginny was alright and not to worry. Ron was looking after her. She had then proceeded to push the pair of them towards the staircases, pointedly telling them both goodnight.
Draco smiled and nodded at Harry's question, a large smile on his face.
"Serendipity," Harry whispered. The fat lady in the portrait nodded and the frame opened outwards, reviling the entrance hole. Harry reached out and grasped Draco's hand, pulling him into the common room. He didn't stop there. Harry pulled him upstairs and into the boys dorm room, stopping at his bed.
"Harry What?" Draco began, but stopped when his mouth was covered by Harry's hand.
"Shhh. I just want you to stay here with me tonight. Is that okay with you?"
Draco covered the hand over his mouth with one of his own and kissed the palm gently.
"Of course it is," he replied. He slid his hands around Harry's waist, moving under the shirt to touch his bare back.
"Draco," Harry moaned, moving his hands upwards to grasp his face and pulled him down into a kiss.
Draco was most definitely stimulated by Harry's lips firmly on his own and he stroked his hands over Harry's skin, bringing them around his body and over his chest. He then took them out of the folds of cloth and begun to undo the shirt buttons, all the while probing Harry's mouth with his eager tongue. Harry pulled his body away from him slightly, so Draco could get to the buttons easier and his hands came down from Draco's neck and began to undo his shirt. At the same time, they both toed off their shoes and socks.
Gasping, Draco pushed Harry fully away, removed his shirt, also pushed off Harry's. He then grabbed Harry by the waist and swung him onto the bed, straddling his hips. Harry lay on the red bedclothes, both hands palm up, resting by his face. His hair was haloed around his head and his green eyes stared at Draco with a hint of fear behind the large glasses.
"Are you sure you want this?" Draco asked hoarsely. "I mean, if you're not, I can stop now.
Harry stared up at him and bit his lip, causing Draco to groan with want.
"I'm not ready to go all the way Draco," he confessed, turning his head slightly to stare at the open curtains surrounding his bed. "It's... I'm... I'm scared." He was blushing slightly.
Draco nodded, pulling Harry's face back to his own and kissing his lips gently.
"It's okay. I understand. We wont go too far, but let me make you feel good at least, alright?"
"Okay."
At the whispered word, Draco leaned down and pressed his lips against Harry's neck and reached up and pulled off his glasses, letting them drop to the floor. He then began sucking on Harry's skin, making him grasp his fingers onto Draco's shoulders and dig his blunt nails into them. While doing so, he gasped sharply and his breathing began to speed up
Draco sucked on a few places around the hollow of Harry's throat, making the boy below him squirm, then released him, staring down at the flushed face and closed eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, making Harry's eyes open and making him smile and blush.
"I love you too."
"Relax." Draco ghosted a hand over Harry's face, tickling his mouth, then over his neck, over his collar bone and down to his chest. When his nipples were reached, Draco turned the fleeting touch into a tender stroke, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive skin. Harry's eyelids fluttered and his body arched upwards slightly.
"Draco," he hissed.
"Shhh," Draco whispered back. He didn't want to be interrupted. For nearly two months he had been stuck in a suspended want, Harry being first and foremost in his mind. Now with Harry stretched out in front of him, his for the taking, he was not going to be denied. Draco reached up to his shoulders and removed Harry's hands, then pressed them down into the bed. He then smiled into the rapidly darkening eyes and leaned down and ran his tongue across one of Harry's nipples, then covered it with his mouth and sucked gently.
Harry let out a low moan, which became louder as Draco licked a path across his chest and down to his navel. The moan turned into a harsh gasp when Draco dipped his tongue into his belly button. Draco smiled against the skin, then raised his head slightly to look at the boy laying on the bed under him. Sweat was forming on Harry's forehead and the red hue on his cheeks was more pronounced than before.
"God Harry." Draco closed his eyes and released his hold on Harry's wrists. "I have to touch you." His heart was beating rapidly and the urge to completely ravage him was shaking Draco to the core and he could feel his straining erection pressing on the inside of his trousers. He placed his hands on Harry's low cut waistband . "Please let me touch you?" As he asked this, he slipped his fingers of one hand under the silky material and placed the other over the clip buttons which kept the trousers done up.
"Yes," Harry breathed out, writhing under Draco's touch.
With a triumphant smile, Draco practically ripped the buttons off Harry's trousers trying to get them undone, then, with trembling fingers, pushed them down, lifting his body up slightly to remove them totally.
Before he did anything else, Draco decided he should close the curtains around the bed so the rest of the dorm's inhabitants wouldn't catch them when they came to bed. He removed himself from over Harry and stood on the floor. He then closed the curtains and pulled his wand from his pocket, adding a silencing and locking charm to their folds. He then turned back to Harry, climbing onto and crawling over the bed until he was once again situated over him and pulled down Harry's boxers. He then stared down at Harry, taking in his body properly for the first time.
Harry was now laying naked on his bed. His fists were clenched tightly in his bed covers and he had turned his face away from Draco, his eyes clenched shut. His cheeks were totally red and Draco spotted a tear in one of his eyes.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "You are beautiful Harry." He stroked a finger down Harry's chest, trailing a finger down past his navel, down, over Harry's very obvious erection. "I want you so much that I can hardly contain myself."
At those words, Harry's head whipped around and he stared at Draco fearfully.
"But don't worry. I will." Draco leaned down and caught Harry's mouth in a very passionate kiss, his tongue frantically duelling with his. Harry's hands lifted and tangled in his hair, pushing their lips together as tightly as he could. Draco reached down and began to take off his own trousers until he too was naked, then, while keeping his lips attached to Harry's, his hand stroked down the alluring navel and grasped Harry's erection.
Harry's mouth separated from his and he screamed, throwing his head back against the pillows. Draco leaned back down and kissed Harry gently.
"I can do more if you want." Draco moved his hand slowly, making Harry buck slightly. He was practically kneeling over Harry's form. "Would you like me to replace my hand with my mouth?"
Harry didn't reply vocally, instead he kissed Draco again, hard. When Draco was finally released, he smiled and began moving downwards, kissing the skin. He paused when he reached Harry's length, both his hands gripping Harry's hips.
"Merry Christmas Harry," he whispered, then took him into his mouth....
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As I watch you move, across the moonlit room
There's so much tenderness in your loving
Tomorrow I must leave, the dawn knows no reprieve
God give me strength when I am leaving...
So raise your hands to heaven and pray
That we'll be back together someday
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
As we move to embrace, tears run down your face
I whisper words of love, so softly
I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane
Without your touch, life will be lonely
So raise your hands to heaven and pray
That we'll be back together someday
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
Morning has come, another day
I must pack my bags and say goodbye
Goodbye...
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It was a couple of hours later when Harry awoke to the sensation of warm breath on his neck. He was enclosed in a warm embrace and he felt safe, protected. Moving his head and looking down at himself, he saw that he was naked. He was lying on his bed in the Gryffindor dorm room and the bed covers were around his ankles. It was dark and his curtains were closed around his bed, masking him from the rest of the room. Two arms encircled his waist and his feet were entwined with another's. He felt warm. Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
"Harry?" He heard Draco whisper in his ear. "Do you feel better?" He then felt a warm but wet touch circle the shell of his ear and he moaned with pleasure. "I'll take that as a yes." The touch continued and Harry concluded that it was Draco's mouth. This became a known fact when that mouth began to nibble on his earlobe. Hissing, he arched back into the touch, making Draco chuckle lightly. "I love the little sounds you make." The arms tightened. "And I love knowing that I'm the only one that can produce them. You are mine Harry Potter. I love you and I will never let you go. Whatever happens, I will always be at your side!"
Harry smiled and nestled back in Draco's arms. The nervous feeling he had when he had been slowly undressed had faded and now felt comfortable. Draco hadn't gone too far with him, just caused him more pleasure than he had ever felt.
"Did you know," he said drowsily, "that it's the third time you have said that particular thing to me?"
"No," Draco replied. "It's only the second. I would have remembered saying it again."
"Oh, okay."
"Sleep Harry," Draco held him tighter and nuzzled the back of his neck. "We'll talk in the morning."
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How was that? I tried, I really did. Well, anyway, the next chapter will be very angsty. Very! Be prepared!
The song is 'Hands To Heaven' by Breathe. This song, along with 'Strange And Beautiful' by Aqualung are the most important songs to this story for significant reasons. I do hope I didn't give too much away....
Anyway, please review this.
Thanks so much
Rie
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