Wherever I Am, You're There
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: I must at least thank those who were kind enough to review my work, and so, I've written a list of all the people who deserve my thanks: YamiYumes, darkangel, Cianna Greenwood, PsychoticSlyth, Fantasy101, AmethystxX, HpDeVoTeE, wrongturn, Marauder Number 5, Beloved, Lil Ace Villa, Madcow, Shade1, Harry's Lost Twin, Carrie Liszka, Pure Black, RoschLupin-Black, thedarkside45, Reese Craven, Elebereth, Nerfi-Tiri, and last but not least, catmint!
Thanks all! takes a bowOh...and there's a hell of a lot of thought speech in this fic, but I don't actually tell people directly who is actually speaking. You'll have to guess by the descriptions in the first two and then carry on from that...
It should be easy to work it out...after all; you all know the character's well...
"You want a drink?"
"Umm....are you getting one?"
"Well, yeah...that's why I offered. You want something?"
"Anything...it...doesn't really bother me."
"Hm. Okay. Will lemon tea be okay?"
"Never had it before."
"Water then?"
"Hold on a moment. I said I never had it before. I didn't say I didn't want it. I'll try some...................please."
There was tension between the two of them as one got up to go into the kitchen, the other sat on the couch watching the TV, his legs curled up at the side of him. Harry Potter poured water into the kettle and stared into the tea bag tin, plucking out two tea bags and then shaking it to see how many were left. Draco Malfoy scanned the TV channels, his eyes moving across the screen, watching to see if anything caught his interest.
It wasn't really anything out of the ordinary, the two acting like this. As a matter of fact, this was the best the two had ever been to each other, and Draco was trying so hard to stop the insults coming from his mouth. Usually, the insults didn't bother Harry, but after the previous hour's revelation about Draco's 'owing Harry back' the insults seemed to hurt, seemed to actually get inside his head and make him actually ponder the thought of whether Draco intended it to be said so.
He poured him and his newfound 'companion' of sorts a cup each of sweetly scented lemon tea and then carried the two cups back into the apartment's living room, finding Draco still sat in the same position as he was in when he, himself, left for the kitchen. Setting one cup on a coaster on the table in front of Draco, he proceeded to sit down next to the blonde boy, warming his hands on the his own cup.
Draco stirred and leaned forwards to grab the cup in front of him and then sat back again, subconsciously copying the movement of placing the cup in both hands to warm them. He uttered a small "Thank you" and then fell silent again, his eyes locked on a nature documentary about tigers.
The two sat in silence, neither one speaking, both sipping their tea softly, their eyes locked on the screen. Harry stood, suddenly stretching and yawning. Draco looked up at him, his eyes reflecting confusion before looking at the blatant '6:00' reflected on the digital clock.
"It's late." He stated, looking at his host.
Harry nodded and yawned again, going over to a small cupboard opposite the bathroom door, pulling a few blankets and pillows from it with a lazy motion. Draco moved aside for him to place the blankets over the couch and then nodded softly.
"This is where I'll be sleeping then?" He made it sound halfway between a question and a statement.
As he was about to sit down, he felt a hand touch his shoulder harshly. He turned in defence to see Harry stood behind him, smiling and shaking his head. Harry's face reflected some humour and he smiled, although his tired eyes eye barely open.
"I'M sleeping on the couch." He stated, thumbing towards the bedroom door, "You can take the bed. You're the guest after all."
Draco sniffed stubbornly, suddenly becoming all too aware of the hand on his shoulder. He shook his head and placed his hand on Harry's, making the motion look as though he was going to flick the other boy's hand off his shoulder.
"You are the host, Harry." It was the first time Draco had properly used Harry's name without even the slightest of sneers or meaning it in a cocky way, "After all. I would feel like a poor guest if I took your comfort away from you, after all...this is your home."
Harry and Draco stood frozen as Draco trailed off, his voice lowering to a dull tone. Both boys stared into each other's eyes and then Harry opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. Stranger still, the thing that had caused this unnatural silence was the simple act of one boy placing a smooth, long fingered hand on the other's shoulder.
A simple gesture that bore so many meanings.
Judging by the looks on both boy's faces; the sudden confusion in Draco's eyes, the certain passion in Harry's; they had both taken the gesture as a small symbol of compassion.
Both boys' minds raced.
What am I doing? What's he doing? Where is this going? His lips look so red and full. His eyes are cold and grey and blue. How can they be so many things? His hand feels warm on mine. His blonde hair...I wonder what it would feel like under the palm, caught in the strokes that he does through it so many times a day. He looks pale. His eyes are unreadable. What's he thinking? Dare I move? I feel so afraid...
What's going on? Why is his hand so warm? Why are his cheeks so flushed? His skin is of a different contrast to mine. Why have I not noticed it until now? Come to think about it, why am I even thinking about this at all. He looks scared, expectant, hopeful...am I really going to deny him just one kiss...
One kiss...
That's all it will take...
Just one...maybe he won't react...
Just one...maybe he'll pull away and it will be all over and I'll be fine...
I'm scared...
I'm worried that he's going to kick me out...
I'm worried he might kill me...
Then...differences...can...be...forgotten...
I want him so much now...
It felt like an eternity to both. Their gazes remained locked and their faces edged closer together, their mouths parting. Harry felt his eyes slip shut; it felt like the proper thing to do; and then his fingers were entwining with Draco's; their noses inches apart.
Harry could feel Draco's breath, feather-light on his lips; could hear Draco's breathing pace quicken. Then there was a tingling on his lips as the smooth skin of Draco's own lips brushed gently against them.
An eternity passed.
The kiss was soft and light, gentle and feathery, but yet held the dripping lust slowly overtaking both of them. It was a practice kiss, Harry felt sure of that, a kiss that started off with the eagerness but yet the hesitance of two boys exploring their own paths.
The questions would start soon. Was this what they wanted? A male relationship? Would it change their outlook on each other? Was this a kiss of sympathy? Did this kiss have meaning to it?
Indeed, the kiss had more meaning than any poem, any written or spoken word, and it had only just begun.
Harry uttered a soft whimper, his lips gliding gently over Draco's, and felt one of Draco's hands unlock from his fingers and slide up to his waist, then down to rest on his hip. Draco returned the whimper, and soon both boys were pressed together, the 'practice kiss' seeming to go on for an eternity...
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Harry and Draco lay on the couch, their bodies pressed close.
Clothing and any kind of shame or hesitance had long been discarded, and the two were clad in only their lust for each other. Although neither really wanted the actual sex, the two were just happy to explore each other's bodies for now. The feeling of flesh on flesh was enough.
Draco's lips explored Harry's face, neck, and shoulders, light kissed being placed in random areas before trailing down in a line towards the crook of the other boy's neck. Once buried there, Draco's lips parted and teeth grazed the darkened flesh. Harry's flesh was darker than Draco's, and Harry felt it only necessary to stroke up and down smooth pale skin whilst Draco discovered each pleasure point in Harry's neck.
The brown haired boy let out a cry as the teeth on his neck discovered a small sensitive area. He heard the blonde haired boy give a snigger of amusement and then the teeth abused the same area, over and over until Harry felt he could cry out no longer.
He used his hands to bring Draco close, up to face level, and then wrapped his legs around Draco's own legs, dragging him down into the softness of the blankets that had previously been placed on the couch. The two bodies warred for comfort until the point where both boys had found a suitable and comfortable place to sleep.
Harry's fingers traced the curves of Draco's chest, his head lay on Draco's stomach, his body wrapped firmly in soft blankets and comforting legs. He lay in between Draco's legs, his head relaxed on the muscular stomach, his hair tickling soft flesh. Draco lay with both arms and legs wrapped around his smaller ex-rival, stroking one set of fingers through the soft brown hair that tickled his stomach.
Both murmured their "goodnight's" and then two sets of eyes closed, two bodies relaxed, and the hatred and tension of the previous night was a mere memory drifting in and out of their minds...
THE END
Ashford2ashford: The end of the chapter but not of the story! Hopefully this chapter is satisfactory to all who squealed inwardly "Please let them kiss! Let it be romantic! Eee!"...then again...I hope it's satisfactory to all...forgive my rambling. Anyway, as we speak I'm probably already starting chapter 5...so keep an eye out!
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: I must at least thank those who were kind enough to review my work, and so, I've written a list of all the people who deserve my thanks: YamiYumes, darkangel, Cianna Greenwood, PsychoticSlyth, Fantasy101, AmethystxX, HpDeVoTeE, wrongturn, Marauder Number 5, Beloved, Lil Ace Villa, Madcow, Shade1, Harry's Lost Twin, Carrie Liszka, Pure Black, RoschLupin-Black, thedarkside45, Reese Craven, Elebereth, Nerfi-Tiri, and last but not least, catmint!
Thanks all! takes a bowOh...and there's a hell of a lot of thought speech in this fic, but I don't actually tell people directly who is actually speaking. You'll have to guess by the descriptions in the first two and then carry on from that...
It should be easy to work it out...after all; you all know the character's well...
"You want a drink?"
"Umm....are you getting one?"
"Well, yeah...that's why I offered. You want something?"
"Anything...it...doesn't really bother me."
"Hm. Okay. Will lemon tea be okay?"
"Never had it before."
"Water then?"
"Hold on a moment. I said I never had it before. I didn't say I didn't want it. I'll try some...................please."
There was tension between the two of them as one got up to go into the kitchen, the other sat on the couch watching the TV, his legs curled up at the side of him. Harry Potter poured water into the kettle and stared into the tea bag tin, plucking out two tea bags and then shaking it to see how many were left. Draco Malfoy scanned the TV channels, his eyes moving across the screen, watching to see if anything caught his interest.
It wasn't really anything out of the ordinary, the two acting like this. As a matter of fact, this was the best the two had ever been to each other, and Draco was trying so hard to stop the insults coming from his mouth. Usually, the insults didn't bother Harry, but after the previous hour's revelation about Draco's 'owing Harry back' the insults seemed to hurt, seemed to actually get inside his head and make him actually ponder the thought of whether Draco intended it to be said so.
He poured him and his newfound 'companion' of sorts a cup each of sweetly scented lemon tea and then carried the two cups back into the apartment's living room, finding Draco still sat in the same position as he was in when he, himself, left for the kitchen. Setting one cup on a coaster on the table in front of Draco, he proceeded to sit down next to the blonde boy, warming his hands on the his own cup.
Draco stirred and leaned forwards to grab the cup in front of him and then sat back again, subconsciously copying the movement of placing the cup in both hands to warm them. He uttered a small "Thank you" and then fell silent again, his eyes locked on a nature documentary about tigers.
The two sat in silence, neither one speaking, both sipping their tea softly, their eyes locked on the screen. Harry stood, suddenly stretching and yawning. Draco looked up at him, his eyes reflecting confusion before looking at the blatant '6:00' reflected on the digital clock.
"It's late." He stated, looking at his host.
Harry nodded and yawned again, going over to a small cupboard opposite the bathroom door, pulling a few blankets and pillows from it with a lazy motion. Draco moved aside for him to place the blankets over the couch and then nodded softly.
"This is where I'll be sleeping then?" He made it sound halfway between a question and a statement.
As he was about to sit down, he felt a hand touch his shoulder harshly. He turned in defence to see Harry stood behind him, smiling and shaking his head. Harry's face reflected some humour and he smiled, although his tired eyes eye barely open.
"I'M sleeping on the couch." He stated, thumbing towards the bedroom door, "You can take the bed. You're the guest after all."
Draco sniffed stubbornly, suddenly becoming all too aware of the hand on his shoulder. He shook his head and placed his hand on Harry's, making the motion look as though he was going to flick the other boy's hand off his shoulder.
"You are the host, Harry." It was the first time Draco had properly used Harry's name without even the slightest of sneers or meaning it in a cocky way, "After all. I would feel like a poor guest if I took your comfort away from you, after all...this is your home."
Harry and Draco stood frozen as Draco trailed off, his voice lowering to a dull tone. Both boys stared into each other's eyes and then Harry opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. Stranger still, the thing that had caused this unnatural silence was the simple act of one boy placing a smooth, long fingered hand on the other's shoulder.
A simple gesture that bore so many meanings.
Judging by the looks on both boy's faces; the sudden confusion in Draco's eyes, the certain passion in Harry's; they had both taken the gesture as a small symbol of compassion.
Both boys' minds raced.
What am I doing? What's he doing? Where is this going? His lips look so red and full. His eyes are cold and grey and blue. How can they be so many things? His hand feels warm on mine. His blonde hair...I wonder what it would feel like under the palm, caught in the strokes that he does through it so many times a day. He looks pale. His eyes are unreadable. What's he thinking? Dare I move? I feel so afraid...
What's going on? Why is his hand so warm? Why are his cheeks so flushed? His skin is of a different contrast to mine. Why have I not noticed it until now? Come to think about it, why am I even thinking about this at all. He looks scared, expectant, hopeful...am I really going to deny him just one kiss...
One kiss...
That's all it will take...
Just one...maybe he won't react...
Just one...maybe he'll pull away and it will be all over and I'll be fine...
I'm scared...
I'm worried that he's going to kick me out...
I'm worried he might kill me...
Then...differences...can...be...forgotten...
I want him so much now...
It felt like an eternity to both. Their gazes remained locked and their faces edged closer together, their mouths parting. Harry felt his eyes slip shut; it felt like the proper thing to do; and then his fingers were entwining with Draco's; their noses inches apart.
Harry could feel Draco's breath, feather-light on his lips; could hear Draco's breathing pace quicken. Then there was a tingling on his lips as the smooth skin of Draco's own lips brushed gently against them.
An eternity passed.
The kiss was soft and light, gentle and feathery, but yet held the dripping lust slowly overtaking both of them. It was a practice kiss, Harry felt sure of that, a kiss that started off with the eagerness but yet the hesitance of two boys exploring their own paths.
The questions would start soon. Was this what they wanted? A male relationship? Would it change their outlook on each other? Was this a kiss of sympathy? Did this kiss have meaning to it?
Indeed, the kiss had more meaning than any poem, any written or spoken word, and it had only just begun.
Harry uttered a soft whimper, his lips gliding gently over Draco's, and felt one of Draco's hands unlock from his fingers and slide up to his waist, then down to rest on his hip. Draco returned the whimper, and soon both boys were pressed together, the 'practice kiss' seeming to go on for an eternity...
-----------------
Harry and Draco lay on the couch, their bodies pressed close.
Clothing and any kind of shame or hesitance had long been discarded, and the two were clad in only their lust for each other. Although neither really wanted the actual sex, the two were just happy to explore each other's bodies for now. The feeling of flesh on flesh was enough.
Draco's lips explored Harry's face, neck, and shoulders, light kissed being placed in random areas before trailing down in a line towards the crook of the other boy's neck. Once buried there, Draco's lips parted and teeth grazed the darkened flesh. Harry's flesh was darker than Draco's, and Harry felt it only necessary to stroke up and down smooth pale skin whilst Draco discovered each pleasure point in Harry's neck.
The brown haired boy let out a cry as the teeth on his neck discovered a small sensitive area. He heard the blonde haired boy give a snigger of amusement and then the teeth abused the same area, over and over until Harry felt he could cry out no longer.
He used his hands to bring Draco close, up to face level, and then wrapped his legs around Draco's own legs, dragging him down into the softness of the blankets that had previously been placed on the couch. The two bodies warred for comfort until the point where both boys had found a suitable and comfortable place to sleep.
Harry's fingers traced the curves of Draco's chest, his head lay on Draco's stomach, his body wrapped firmly in soft blankets and comforting legs. He lay in between Draco's legs, his head relaxed on the muscular stomach, his hair tickling soft flesh. Draco lay with both arms and legs wrapped around his smaller ex-rival, stroking one set of fingers through the soft brown hair that tickled his stomach.
Both murmured their "goodnight's" and then two sets of eyes closed, two bodies relaxed, and the hatred and tension of the previous night was a mere memory drifting in and out of their minds...
THE END
Ashford2ashford: The end of the chapter but not of the story! Hopefully this chapter is satisfactory to all who squealed inwardly "Please let them kiss! Let it be romantic! Eee!"...then again...I hope it's satisfactory to all...forgive my rambling. Anyway, as we speak I'm probably already starting chapter 5...so keep an eye out!