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Unity

Part Two-

Smoke and Mirrors

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. His mind was reeling. He stared at the crystal which was no longer glowing but was still a lovely sight to behold. The thought of recording a reply made his hands sweat. What was he going to say? Was he going to use a mirror just like Draco did? Of course not! It would seem so unoriginal. Then again how unoriginal and futile was trying to impress a Malfoy?

He thought about Draco. He wondered and not for the first time what really kissing him might be like. Is this what Malfoy was trying to accomplish? What would Draco Malfoy want with him?

Harry knew he was a complete fashion don't and in no way physically attractive to anyone. Draco had all the fame and wealth he could ever desire in his own right not that he would want Harry's brand of fame or even knew that Harry had two galleons to rub together. Sexually Harry was a complete joke. Everyone including Draco knew who was the most amazingly virginal soon-to-be seventh year. He'd only had one proper kiss in his entire life! Quite horribly embarrassing that was too, thank you very much. Gods! Harry wondered if he could get any more pathetic if he tried.

Draco could have anyone. All he would have to do is smile.

Having decided there was no point to flying off to find surrounded by mist and roses a still pond to gaze into he retrieved a hand mirror that his aunt kept in the lavatory. He sat on the edge of his bed looking into it and cast "Memoria illumino." Then set down his wand and picked up the hand mirror. Harry tried to imagine speaking directly to the smiling Draco in the memory.

"Hello Draco. Thank you for remembering my birthday. Your present was definitely a most unexpected one. It means a lot to me. I am entirely in favor of setting aside our differences and will try, as hard as you do, to do so. I enjoyed getting to see and use a memoriite crystal. Now, I return it to you. My owl's name is Hedwig. She likes to be scratched behind the ears and eats most anything."

Harry looked around the room for a moment trying to think of what else to say.

"This is my aunt's mirror. I have no wish to kiss anything of hers. You can remind me that I owe you one when I see you after the feast. Meet me in the second floor girl's lavatory and do try to be nice to Myrtle if you see her. Enjoy the rest of your summer, Draco. I'll see you soon."

Knowing the crystal would stop recording when parted from skin contact Harry dropped it into the bag and tied it up again. He would have liked to watch the crystal's dancing lights for a while but was feeling strangely about having in his possession something so incalculably expensive especially since it belonged to Draco. Harry took Hedwig out of her cage, pet her a bit, then gave her the bag.

"Hedwig, be sure to be very, very careful with this. Take it directly to Draco Malfoy."

Harry watched as Hedwig flew off into the night. He picked up the hand mirror intending to return it to the lavatory. On impulse, he pressed his lips to it quickly and smiled. It might be Aunt Petunia's mirror but now reminded him of Draco Malfoy. He didn't want to think about, as muggles would say, the psychology involved. Harry sighed and wiped away the kiss with his sleeve.

When Hedwig returned Harry was reading one of his birthday presents, a book that Hermione had sent called Defensive Talisman Making and You, written by Porthos Grammatica, a former instructor at Beaux Batons. She carried with her the same green bag. At first, Harry assumed she had had problems delivering it but found that the bag was tied differently. He sat down on the bed and opened it sliding the crystal out into his hand.

The sight and sensations that greeted him convinced down to fall back on the bed and moan. In the middle of a huge bed, Draco was sprawled and positively glowing, pale as the moon against a sapphire sky of blue silk sheets. The top sheet pooled quite gorgeously around his hips. The hand he held the crystal in was over his head as if pinned. The elegant fingers of his other hand brushed torturous circles over his smooth skin. Draco was painfully aroused. Harry could feel it and his own body reacted in kind. He could feel the silk against Draco's skin, cool and light and maddeningly frictionless. He could feel the circles languorously slow, working their way lower and lower over Draco's well defined stomach. Gods, Draco would have a mirror on his ceiling! Harry was surprised he was still capable of this level of lucid reasoning.

In a voice that could seduce the dead, Draco purred, "Hello again Harry, hope you are enjoying this memory as much as I am. About the crystal, it really is your birthday present, you know. I just couldn't resist playing the brat. But if I'd told earlier that it was yours I wouldn't have the luxury of wishing you sweet dreams now, would I?" Draco asked grinning up at the ceiling, reaching under the silk sheet to firmly grasp his hard cock at the base effectively cutting off the blood flowing -out- of his member. " Do you think it would be entirely cruel for me to end here for tonight? I do too. Goodnight, sweet Harry. Keep in touch."

It only took Harry a second to recover from the shock of Draco's sense of timing, or was it teasing? He wasn't angry, in fact he was ridiculously grateful for what he had been given which amounted to enough masturbatory fuel to set his entire world on fire, for years to come; forgive the pun. Harry picked up his wand and cast locking and silencing spells on his room. He removed his glasses, stripped, and reclined onto his bed. He tried to imagine his scratchy blanket was the softest silk He held one arm over his head, as Draco had done, then opened his eyes again, and bolted upright. He took up his wand and the crystal again.

"Memoria illumino."

Harry returned to his bed with the crystal. He let the memoriite pin his hand on his pillow and adjusted his limbs to match his memory. Harry closed his eyes picturing Draco reflected above him. He remembered the way the light had shone off of Draco's hair and skin, as if it had emanated from him. Harry felt the slick silk, fluid and cool over and against that glorious pale skin. He summoned the scent of him, clean and crisp, so headily male and uniquely and essentially Draco. He imagined the voice, not words specifically, but how the voice wrapped and held him in words, how syllables drew out to tease and to shock him, how the cadence could clip so hard it cut or drip like hot wax to entice or enflame.

At last, Harry's free hand met the skin of his stomach. His every nerve ending screamed at the contact, so desperately, joyfully hypersensitive and wildly alive. The lightest brush of fingers combine with memory to flood his brain with alien signals so intense his brain could hardly process the stimuli as pleasure. His body sweated and shook with the hungry need for sensation. He craved it like breath. He arched his back into the touch and moaned for more. His hand was not his friend though. It was as if Draco controlled it. The touch remained light, teasingly, painfully so working slow circles over his stomach, tracing the contours of straining muscle under skin raw with desire.

Harry's body writhed and thrashed under the feather light assault. He was no longer himself. His hand was no longer his own. A hand slid brutally over his pubic hair and constricted in a death grip around the base of his already painfully erect penis. Harry howled. He could feel the blood rushing to engorge him. His body convulsed as if all his senses overloaded, awash in wave upon wave of pleasures the likes of which he never knew existed. When he was sure he bear no more, when the only choice seemed come or die, he slid his hand up the hilt and twisting across his cock's head. "Draco," he whispered over and over again like prayer as he stroked himself to pulsing completion. As soon as he could move he set the crystal on the bed and watched the swirling colors that like friends and enemies never became ordinary no matter how familiar.

to be continued