Well well, it has been a long time since I've updated this fic, or somewhat of a long time since I've updated this fic, who knows... but anyways, here is another chapter that you may feast upon. Enjoy!
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Harry woke to the sound of the cold winter wind howling outside and the early morning sun trickling its way into the dark dusty room. He could smell the snow outside and wondered absently how much had fallen during the night.
Reaching up his hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, Harry rolled over onto his side and blinked. Draco lay beside him with a content smile on his lips, lips that were still slightly swollen, his pale arms tucked underneath his body. Harry smiled to himself and pushed up on his elbow so that he could get a better view of his lover in all his splendour.
Draco's hair was adorably messy, standing up in various directions. His breathing deep as Harry watched his back rise and fall, momentarily entranced by the vague outline of Draco's ribs as he inhaled. Draco was slender in a way that most people would argue was unhealthy, but Harry knew from first hand experience that Draco ate quite a bit and just never seemed to gain any weight.
Just then, Draco sighed and shifted, bringing the blanket that had been covering him down around his narrow waist. Harry licked his lips, suddenly hungry for something that no amount of food could fulfil. He and Draco had made love three times during the night, among other fun things, and still Harry found that he couldn't get enough of Draco. Harry loved the way that Draco tasted, the way that he cried out when he climaxed, and the way that he gasped with heavy lidded eyes as Harry entered him.
Laying there in bed with the object of his newly found obsession seemed unreal to Harry. Never before had he felt so complete, so free to be himself. He couldn't even imagine what he would have done if he hadn't let Draco into his life. Sure the bickering still went on, though not half as much as it used to. Harry knew that they hadn't fought in a long while because they were still in their 'honeymoon' stage of their relationship, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was wake up next to Draco every morning for the rest of his life.
Suddenly Harry rolled his eyes. God, I'm getting way too mushy for my own good...
"...Hpmha..." Came Draco's sleep edged voice through a mouthful of pillow.
Harry blinked, then reached out a hand and tentatively ran his fingers over Draco's naked back. "Dragon?"
Again Draco made more of a noise than a response, but immediately shifted over so that he was curled around Harry, one of his legs intertwined with his lovers as one of his arms wrapping itself around Harry's chest. When that was done, Draco buried his nose into Harry's neck and sighed contentedly before falling fast asleep once more.
Harry fought the urge to laugh as Draco did this. If anyone could see them right now, they would never believe that they were the same people.
At that thought, Harry looked up towards the ceiling as he turned carefully onto his back to he was more comfortable. He wondered what people would actually say if they knew that he was shagging Draco Malfoy. Sure Hermione and Ron didn't mind, but they were his bestfriends. What others thought would be vastly different. What would they say if they knew the saviour of the wizarding world was in love with the son of the most powerful Death Eater and Voldemort supporter that lived? What would they do?
They would crucify me, that's what they would do, Harry thought. They would crucify me then Draco, then display our corpses for everyone to see.
Harry grimaced. "Well that's a sick thought..." He muttered to himself, checking afterwards that he hadn't woken Draco.
When he was certain the blonde wouldn't wake up, Harry felt his eyes close once more, and as he held his lover around the waist, he fell asleep once more.
When Harry woke next he was looking up into the eyes of Draco, who was straddling his hips, his arms crossed over Harry's chest, his chin resting on top of his hands. There was a stupid little grin plastered on his face, his cheeks suddenly tinged with red when Harry opened his eyes not four inches from Draco's face.
"Morning." Draco said.
Harry rubbed his eyes and checked his watch. "You mean afternoon. It's almost two o'clock Dragon."
Draco shrugged. "It makes no difference. It isn't like there's anywhere we have to be."
"Huh?"
Draco laughed. "It's Sunday you git."
"Oh." Harry smiled, then pulled Draco down close for a kiss, which escalated into something much more.
Afterwards, laying loosely in one another's arms, Harry heard Draco sigh deeply. The blonde was no doubt tired from their exertions, but was fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Dragon?"
"Hmm...?"
"Are you okay?" Harry asked. It was a question that had many answers, and Harry wanted to hear them all.
Draco turned and kissed Harry's sweat dampened shoulder lazily. "Mmm... yes. I'm more than okay. I just had sex for the fourth time with my amazingly sexy boyfriend, I'm all sweaty and happy, and we don't have to go back to the castle."
Harry laughed at that.
"Although I might have to summon my broom when we do." Draco added after Harry's laughter died down.
Harry frowned. "Why?"
At that, Draco blushed and mumbled something that Harry couldn't quite catch.
"What did you say?" He asked, causing his lover to turn another shade of red.
"Nothing."
"Come on Dragon. Tell me." Harry urged.
"No. You'll laugh at me." Draco protested.
"I won't."
"No." Draco folded his arms over his naked chest and turned away onto his back, looking away, but not before Harry saw the look of pain cross over his features.
Suddenly Harry knew what Draco had said. He was in pain from having Harry inside of him. He had been a virgin, and sleeping with Harry had been his first sexual experience, so of course he would be sore.
Harry turned onto his side and reached out for his lover, who thank Merlin, didn't pull away.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Dragon." Harry whispered as he planted a small kiss to Draco's salty skin.
"You didn't." Draco said, though he still wouldn't look at Harry.
"Yes I did." Harry replied.
Draco shook his head.
Harry paused, then asked what had been entering his mind for the past few moments. "Are you- do you regret... what happened?"
At that, Draco finally turned his attention back to Harry and shook his head again. "No. Never. I wanted this to happen. It's just that-" He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Harry nodded. "I think I understand."
Draco bit his bottom lip and turned onto his side facing Harry. "There were a lot of things that I was thinking about while I was awake."
Harry smiled and brushed a fallen lock of Draco's hair from his eyes. "Other than me?"
Draco grinned and swatted at his lover. "Git."
"Yes. But I'm a git that you love."
"Sad but true." Draco teased.
Harry pretended to pout, then pulled Draco close to him and asked. "So what were you thinking about?"
Draco sighed and nestled closer to Harry. "I was thinking that even though I know what kind of scandal we would make if we came out and told everyone that we're together, I want to. I don't want to hide from anyone anymore. I'm tired of having to be cruel to you just to keep up appearances..." He paused and Harry held his breath waiting for the rest. "I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but I can't do that if we have to keep it a secret."
Harry tightened his hold on Draco's seemingly frail body, which Harry now knew very intimately, was anything but frail, and spoke. "I know how you feel, but... You don't know what it's like to have your life picked apart by everyone around you. I don't want to be followed around night and day by people asking questions like 'even though we all think he's evil, why would you trust Draco Malfoy enough to sleep with him?'."
Draco sat up abruptly and eyed him. "Do you think I'm evil?"
Harry followed suit and sat up, pulling the rumpled blankets around his waist. "Draco, you know I don't."
Draco sneered. "But you're wondering why you would trust me enough to sleep with me?"
Harry stuttered. "I-I didn't say anything like that!"
Draco glared daggers at Harry. "If you didn't have a problem sleeping with me, then you wouldn't be afraid to let the world know. I you loved me you would want to let people know that we're together."
"Draco!"
"I'm not afraid to tell the world that I love you Harry, not even my father." Draco's voice suddenly cracked like he was about to cry. "I would suffer all the things that people would say about us if I had to, as long as I knew that you were standing there with me."
Harry reached out for Draco, but the slender blonde slithered out of his grasp and got out of bed. Harry watched in silent horror as Draco pulled on his trousers, looking for his shirt next.
"Draco, please don't go. I didn't mean what I said, I was just trying to make you see things from my point of view." Harry said as he too got out of bed, ignoring the fact that he was naked.
Draco turned his face away from Harry as he bent to retrieve his shirt.
"So what? Now you're not going to talk to me?" Harry asked, getting annoyed at Draco's sudden waspish attitude.
Draco eyed him, but said nothing.
Harry threw his hands up in the air in aggravation. "Fine! Do whatever the hell you want to! Leave, I don't care!"
At those words Draco tugged on his shirt roughly and glared at his lover. "I don't know what I saw in you Potter," He all but spat, "but whatever it was, it's gone now. All I see is a scared little boy who just wants to be accepted by everyone. But guess what? That's never going to happen! There will always be people who hate you and don't want anything to do with you..." He paused, a single tear escaping and rolling down his cheek. "It's just a shame that I have to return to being one of those people. Goodbye Potter."
Harry watched as Draco left the room, his boots and jacket in hand. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Draco I'm sorry that all I wanted was to have you to myself? He would never believe that.
Harry lowered his head, his hands balled into fists as he felt tears spilling down his face. He knew he had to make it up to Draco. He couldn't just let it end like this, not on a stupid misunderstanding.
As Harry dressed, he noticed that Draco had left his scarf behind. Raising it to his nose, Harry breathed in deeply. It smelled like Draco; vanilla, musk and sex. Wrapping it around his neck, Harry finished dressing and quickly left the Shrieking Shack, summoning his Firebolt the moment he was outside. Picking up the parcels he had bought the day before, Harry mounted his broom and set off towards Hogwarts.
Draco was no where in sight as Harry flew, but that was to be expected as he probably summoned his own Nimbus 2001, since Harry knew he didn't like the cold.
It didn't take him long to reach Hogwarts and run up the steps towards the Gryffindor common room, where he hurriedly said the password and rushed inside. There was only a few people in the common room when he sped past, one of them being Seamus and Dean. The former of the two called out something crude to Harry about where he had been last night, but Harry ignored him.
Once in his dorm room, Harry hid his friends Christmas presents in the bottom of his trunk, then took a quick shower. He regretted the fact that he wouldn't smell like Draco anymore, but he consoled himself in the fact that he still had his lover's scarf. Harry dressed simply in jeans and a sweater, wrapping the scarf loosely around his neck before heading back down to the common room.
"Do you know where Hermione and Ron are?" Harry asked Seamus as he lounged against Dean, absently pulling on a loose thread that came out from the hem of his boyfriends sweater.
"I think they went down to the Kitchen's to get something to eat." Seamus answered. "They were up awfully late last night. Would have kept us all up if Hermione hadn't set that silencing charm at the last minute." He turned to eye Harry, taking in the fact that he was wearing someone else's scarf. "In fact, we were just wondering where you were last night."
Dean coughed. "No we weren't."
"I bet you were with some sexy-"
Harry didn't let Seamus finish. "See you two later."
He left the room with his cheeks feeling like they were on fire. Seamus was like a ticking time bomb, mostly in the sense that you never knew what unrefined comment he was going to make about you or your sex life. Harry was glad that he had Dean to balance him out or the whole school would be in trouble.
It took Harry another ten minutes to reach the Kitchens, and when he got there he was almost knocked over by a squealing Dobby, who was wearing one lime green sock with red ladybugs knitted on it and one bright orange sock with little flowers. On his head he wore a once white tea cozy that had stained to an odd brown color from the cooking. For pants he wore a pair of childrens shorts with rainbow coloured suspenders.
Well, at least he sort of matches... Harry thought as he patted the top of Dobby's head and spoke.
"Are Hermione and Ron here?"
Dobby nodded. "Yes Sir. They is by the fire drinking the tea Dobby is making for them Sir."
Harry nodded and started forwards, Dobby hopping along beside him.
"Where is you getting that scarf Sir?" Dobby asked as he pointed to Draco's scarf.
Harry smiled. "From someone I love very much."
Dobby sighed. "Dobby wishes he could have a scarf like that too."
Blinking, Harry didn't have time to respond as he heard Hermione's voice sounding through out the kitchen.
"Harry! Where on earth have you been?" She asked as Harry came and sat down beside her in front of the fire.
"I was with Draco." Harry said quietly.
Ron made a face and gagged, but Hermione smiled and asked. "Did you two have...fun?"
Harry's ears burned with embarrassment, and Ron choked on a cookie.
"Herm! I don't want to know if Harry shagged Malfoy!" Ron protested.
Hermione eyed him with amusement. "I didn't ask if he shagged Malfoy, but now that you mention it... Did you?"
"Did I what?" Harry asked innocently.
"Did you shag him?" Hermione asked.
"Shag who?" Harry asked, enjoying how frustrated he was making his friend.
Hermione threw her hands in the air and exclaimed. "For Merlin's sake Harry! Did you sleep with Draco Malfoy!"
At the same time Ron was waving his hands in the air trying to get his girlfriend to stop talking, but to no avail.
Harry smiled slightly and answered her question with one simple word. "Yes."
There was a moment of stilled silence before the thunder.
"Aww! I so did NOT want to hear that! Harry you've totally scarred me for life!" Ron wailed as he got up and put his hands over his ears. It was a reaction that made quite a few of the House Elves jump and some to shake their heads at Ron's behaviour.
Hermione on the other hand crossed her legs and put her chin in her hand, looking eager. "Well?"
Harry eyed her. "Well what?"
"What was it like?" His friend asked.
Harry felt himself blush again, but this time it was because he was remembering the way that Draco had looked beneath him the second time they had made love. He had still been wearing his scarf, and his mouth had been open in a tiny 'oh' as Harry entered him, his long slender legs wrapped around Harry's hips. Just the memory of if almost made him hard again.
Harry coughed and looked away. "It... it was enjoyable."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Enjoyable? Harry, enjoyable doesn't cause you to look the way you do right now. What causes that is a night of truly exceptional sex."
"Hermione!" Harry groaned. "Please stop talking!"
Laughing, Hermione replied. "Alright! Alright."
"Thank-you." Harry and Ron said at the same time.
"Can you tell me one thing though?" Hermione asked as she took a sip of her tea.
Harry sighed. "What?"
"If you had so much...ummm, fun... with Draco last night, why are you here with us?"
Harry's head fell and he mumbled. "I pissed him off by saying something I shouldn't have."
"What did you say?"
Taking another deep breath, Harry replied solemnly. "Something about how I didn't want to tell anyone about us and that I didn't want people to follow us around asking questions."
"Harry..."
"What! He wasn't supposed to take it so bad!" Harry protested, causing another couple of House Elves to jump. "All I ment was that I didn't want to share him with anyone else right now, that's all!"
Hermione pursed her lips. "Did you tell him that?"
Harry shook his head.
"You're such a moron." Ron's voice came out from around a pastry.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked as he glared at his friend.
Ron shrugged. "We've known Malfoy for what? Going on seven or eight years? And you've never noticed that he gets really emotional about things that are close to him?"
Both Hermione and Harry looked at him in surprise.
"It's true." Ron persisted. "He's probably really insecure about the way you feel about him when you said that, and on top of that, he more than likely thinks that you hate him now."
"But I don't hate him!" Harry cried out. "I love him more than anything in the world!"
Ron made a face at that but said nothing.
Hermione had been nodding at her boyfriend had been saying and spoke up now. "Harry, I think you're just going to have to show Malfoy that you aren't afraid to love him openly."
Harry snorted. "Yeah? And how am I going to do that?"
His friends eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear.
Harry's eyes went round at what she had suggested to him. "Hermione! I can't do that!"
She crossed her arms and glared daggers at him. "If you want to prove to Draco that you love him, more than anything else in this world, you, Harold James Potter, are going to have to suck it up and do it. It's either that or lose the love of your life to something as stupid as a misunderstanding."
Harry sighed, her comments sinking in because it was what he had told himself not too long ago.
"Fine." He said at last. "Tell me what I have to do."
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Author's Note:
Mwah ha ha ha ah! (COUGH, HACK) okay, so cackling like a lunatic is very VERY painful!
Anyhoo, review and let me know what you think of this chapter, I know it got all angsty and stuff, but the next one will be freaking hilarious, and fluffy. Cause you just can never have enough fluff in your daily diet!
Thankie!
Kylia