Chapter 2
Still feel your breath on my skin
I hear your voice deep within
The sound of my lover
A feeling so strong
Always to you
I'll always belong
He trembled violently as he sat down and finally allowed himself to relax. The day had been hell just as he had anticipated. After he had left the house he had made his way back into the forest. There he had finally collapsed into a heap on the floor, and had tried to ban the image of Bellatrix Lestrange dying out of his head.
Strangely enough it never felt good to know that someone who had caused him so much pain was finally gone. He thought about her last words, the advice to let the wind guide him, as it called him with the voice of his lover.
A thought struck him. Who had died that night, if his lover was supposedly still alive? He had seen him fall, struck down by the killing curse cast by his own father. And he still remembered the hate that he had seen in Lucius eyes, just before he had killed him, but there had been something else, and only now he began to comprehend. The second emotion had been triumph!
He had finally managed to separate the two of them, but how? Harry was sure he would find out. If Drake was still alive, he would find him.
As the night fell over the world, Harry Potter settled himself for another night at the fire.
But one thing was different this night. Instead of staying awake in order to avoid the dreams, he allowed his mind to roam freely and to return to well sealed memories of sweet love.
Flashback
It had been graduation night. Harry was still drained from his last encounter with the dark Lord
Instead of joining the others that celebrated animatedly, now supposedly free of all worries he chose to walk down to the lake and sit down for a couple of peaceful minutes. The warm summer night had enveloped him with the scent of flowers and hay.
Thoughts raced through his mind, although Voldemort was gone there were many more deatheathers to be captured. Lost in his musings he sat down.
After what seemed only seconds a hand came down on his shoulder. "Potter" a familiar voice drawled,
"What do you want Malfoy?" he replied tiredly "Look I am not in the mood for one of our quarrels, if you want to swear that you will get me for what I have done, just get it over with and leave me alone!"
"Well that definitely would have some appeal, but I wanted to say thank you."
"What did they put in your drink? A Malfoy thanks for the defeat of the dark Lord?"
"Nothing and I thank you for saving me from the struggle it would have meant to defy my father."
Silence fell between them. Finally Harry twisted his neck to look at Draco, what he saw made him smile. The blonde boy wore a serious expression, and smiled a tiny insecure smile. "Well I better get going" he said with a nervous tone.
"No wait!" Harry grabbed his wrist and beckoned him to sit down. "We might as well talk a little more." Malfoy sat down and looked at him with a curious expression.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"About our relationship…"
"Are you insane? The last time I checked we did not have one!" A smile flickered over Harry's face
"Relationship as defined in the dictionary: the way in which certain things or people are connected. Not necessary one of Love might as well be one of hate"
"Now wait a sec! I never spoke of hate!" Draco said looking into Harry's face with a look of slight shock and exasperation.
"Oh it sure felt that way on my side of the river!" Harry countered with a slight sneer.
"Sorry" the word was almost inaudible as Draco turned his head away in sight shame.
Harry frowned the second time this evening that Draco acted so strange. "Why?" He reached out and turned Dracos face in his direction. What he saw astounded him even more. Tears streamed down over the smaller boys cheeks, and his whole body trembled as he desperately fought to control his sobs.
"Hey!" Draco cried out at the contact. To Harry it seemed the most natural thing on earth to wrap his arms around the trembling form and to soothe him the best he could. A strange feeling of warmth shot through his body and he sighed quietly.
"Everything will be alright; believe me!"
"You always have to be so strong; don't you?" Dracos voice quivered but he stayed were he was, cuddled up to Harry's chest enjoying the sensation spreading through his body.
"You still have not answered my question" Harry said smiling slightly as he revelled in the close contact of another person, even if it was Draco Malfoy.
"Sorry you felt as if I hated you, well for most of the time I was sure I did but then…" Draco whispered softly.
"What then?" Harry asked the blonde boy in his arms
"I found my mothers diary and she wrote something that got me thinking, she wrote: 'I wonder how long it will take Draco to figure out, that every strong emotion is based on love, and I am afraid of what will happen when he finally realizes that his hate results from hurt feelings not from what Lucius has been telling him' Can you imagine how I felt? I was 16 and just had discovered that I…" Silence fell heavy between them as Draco obviously fought with himself whether to reveal his innermost feelings and fears, and Harry began to count one and one together. All of a sudden everything from the last year made sense. Even the pain he had so often seen flicker through Malfoys eyes.
"Draco do you want to tell me that you found out you were gay? Now that makes two of us." Harry said under his breath all of a sudden afraid of assuming something wrong.
"What? You are too? But I wanted to say that I found all of a sudden, that it was not hate, it had been love unrequited and therefore hurting like hell." Silence "Don't you understand? I wanted to let you feel what I was going through, because of that I have been such a prat throughout the last year!" The grip around his upper body became stronger.
"Oh Draco, why is it that the one thing that is supposed to be the most beautiful on earth always causes the greatest pain?"
"What? I do not understand?"
"Everybody loved me, but the one person that would have counted hated me, until today if I understand you correct"
Draco just raised himself to his knees and took Harry's face into his hands. Without further thought he kissed him with sweet lips that tasted of strawberries and peppermint. Harry gently kissed back, slowly deepening the kiss. His lips swept over Dracos mouth covering every spot, he tasted like nothing Harry had expected him to. He somehow had imagined that Draco would taste like vanilla or milk, but not that mix off cool peppermint, salt, strawberries and something so uniquely Draco. He traced his lower lip with his tongue, asking for permission to access, which was promptly guaranteed. Inwardly he smiled at the thought of Ron walking in on them but the thought was quickly forgotten, as he found himself slipping into sweet oblivion. Draco shifted so that he by now lay in Harry's arms cradled like a small child safe and warm protected from any harm. As Harry broke the kiss, due to his lack of oxygen, he looked down into those incredible grey eyes. Eyes that had always gotten under his skin, eyes that could tell tales of storms raging inside the boy that owned them, eyes that veiled the sorrow behind dull grey clouds, eyes that punished with steely glares that left the person they were directed at wondering whether looks could kill therefore they should be dead, or whether they were just lucky to escape once more. But right now those eyes looking up into Harry's were of a colour almost impossible to describe, they shone with love, bright silver light twinkling like fairy dust at the corner, revealing mischief and tenderness.
"Mercury!" Harry said softly with a smile on his face.
"What are you talking about? Planets?" Draco asked baffled slightly.
"No silly, mercury is an element, a liquid metal and your eyes remind me of mercury." Harry explained to the blonde.
"A liquid metal? Sounds like something special" Draco said smiling a true smile.
"Yeah it is, just like you…" Harry whispered running his hands over Draco's face.
"You know what?" Draco asked.
"No" Harry answered. "What?"
"I know that whatever happens to me I will never forget that moment, because it is the first time I saw you as yourself." Draco said smiling up at Harry.
"Neither will I" And with that they kissed again, with a sweet passion that could only stem from true and deep love and has nothing to do with sexual lust, and everything with losing your heart and soul to someone, only to find that you have finally been completed.
Flashback end
Harry awoke with a start. He could still feel Draco's breath on his skin, he remembered pale fingers tracing his body, luscious lips ghosting over his skin, and he knew without doubt that he would never belong to someone else. He whispered: "Still feel your breath on my skin, still hear your voice deep within, the sound of my lover a feeling so strong always to you I'll always belong"
The sun was about to rise, a new day would start soon. Another day without his love, but he was determined to find him, but how? The wind called him, but where to?
With a sigh he got up and stretched his tired limbs. Well he had made up his mind, he wanted to return and somehow he had the feeling that it was time for a heart to heart talk with his beloved ex-teacher and former Death Eater/spy Professor Snape. He pulled a face; although he was a grown man he still disliked Snape deeply. Oh well the things one did for love.
