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: Umm....I'm really not sure of when I should finish this.....can someone help me here?
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Harry stirred in his sleep and murmured a name under his breath, his skin rubbing against something soft smooth and...warm. Eyelids fluttered open and took in the sight of the thin smooth body on the couch, arms and head draped over soft cushions, lower region covered by the soft blanket, and the look of one who had slept without nightmares for the first time in his life on his face. There was the soft sound of snoring and the blonde boy made a soft moan in the back of his throat, before turning in his sleep, missing the warmth of the boy who was watching him.
In short...he looked divine...
The brown-haired boy got off the couch slowly, so as not to wake his sleeping guest, and then began to pour water into a kettle. He padded barefoot around the kitchen, slowly getting several small items out of the fridge, butter, milk, eggs, bacon, and from out of the cupboard, bread. Determined that his new guest would eat a fine breakfast and be thankful for it!
As he was about to pad back into the living room and ask Draco if he'd like jam on his toast, someone knocked heavily on the door, breaking him from his task at hand. Briefly considering leaving the door and concentrating on the thin seductive blonde, Harry decided the best course of action was to answer it. It was probably Naile, the thin nosed, thin faced, thin-bodied landlord, wanting his monthly pay for the apartment. But then again, the small wizard could have sworn he paid it off last week.
He answered the door...and no...it wasn't Naile...
It was someone who Harry didn't really need to see...especially since he was currently offering bed, breakfast and board to Draco Malfoy...
It was Ron Weasly...
Red eyed and weeping softly, the darkened blush of one who had drunk a bit too much at last night's party, he was swaying slightly and his ginger hair was damp and matted, sticking to his face.
Harry swore. This was the last thing he wanted right now.
"Ron..." He began, but was cut off by the other boy, who had raised a hand to him, with one finger indicating silence.
"Harry...hush...I need to see you..."
Harry looked at his feet, his eyes lowered to the floor, "If this is about a few weeks ago..."
"I...needed...to see you..." Ron was glowering in the doorway now, his eyes taking on a more sinister glare, Harry knowing damn well what about.
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FLASHBACK:
Ron kissed Harry's fingertips lightly; listening to the drunken giggles emitting forth from pink, wine-stained lips. Harry leaning back, his cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded, making soft moaning noises and gentle giggles from the back of his throat, and his body arched over Ron's legs.
"Harry..." Ron breathed, aroused and unable to control the one moment of dripping carnal lust, "...This is what I want...what I've always wanted..."
"Take me..." Harry's voice was gentle and floated into Ron's ears making his hair stand on end, making his arousal more painful, less contained.
"I will..." His voice hissed, his hands moved quickly, and Harry was pulled into a world of pleasure...
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PRESENT DAY:
Harry stepped away from the door and watched Ron stumble in, slouched and drunk.
"You left the party early last night, Harry...why was that? Weren't you enjoying it?" Ron was demanding. Too much out of character for Harry's liking, but then again, it figured that alcohol could do that to you...
"I...I was busy...I had some business to attend to..." Harry knew Ron wouldn't buy any excuses from him...not in this state.
Ron edged closer.
"Did my touches not arouse you?" He asked, licking his lips, acting more dominant that Harry would have liked, "We danced, we hugged, we sang, we even kissed, I licked your neck, you moaned at my administrations, you warmed to my touch...and then you were gone! Where did you go Harry?"
Harry thought it would be better for Ron to leave before he got in too far and then suddenly Ron was upon him, grabbing his wrists and forcing his face upon the brown-haired boys'. A startled mumble was all that was able to escape from his lips, before Ron's dominating lips crushed against his, his mouth forced to accept the tongue now inside.
Both boys staggered back, one fighting to get away, the other fighting to pull the other one closer, into the apartment...and then Ron's weight was lifted from Harry and someone else was there, and Ron suddenly had blood coming from his face.
Ron staggered back, a hand over his nose, Harry looked up, dazed and confused and saw Draco standing there completely naked, all modesty gone from his mind, one fist raised with blood dripping down his knuckles...and the blood wasn't his.
"Malfoy!" Ron growled, dangerously, drunkenly gaining some form of balance.
Draco smiled horribly and then nudged Harry out of the way with one foot; for the other boy was still on the floor, on his hands and knees, his glasses broken, his eyes taking on the dazed look of one who had no idea what was going on. The tall blonde stepped over the body of his fallen comrade and then cracked his knuckles.
"I'm going to kill you, Weasly." He stated, an age-old rage building up inside of him. Ron looked happy about this and snarled, his teeth showing.
"You are going to kill me?" He challenged, "Oh no Malfoy, you stole my Harry away from me...I'm going to kill you."
Draco looked hurt for a second and then, his eyes lost their fire suddenly, his face more serious.
"Your...Harry?" He asked hesitantly, looking down at Harry and then at Ron, his face showing the expression of a young boy unable to comprehend what someone had told him, "You mean...he's your boyfriend, right? That you two were already going out last night?"
The ginger-haired boy nodded and smiled, his face cruel and mean looking for the first time in his life.
"Harry and I have spent many a long happy hour together, both of us entwined in the heart-wrenching acts of passion. Harry never once said 'no' and never once refused my ministrations. Did you honestly think that the famous Harry Potter was single, Malfoy? Didn't it cross your mind that someone with as much fame as Harry was dating? Why would he date you???"
Draco took all the information in and turned to Harry with hate in his eyes, tears streaming down his face in silver rivers.
"No..." He murmured, "It didn't cross my mind at that point, but now I know that in my mind all the time...I knew it was too good to be true."
He grabbed his clothes off the radiator and put them on hastily, regardless of how wet they were.
"I'm going now..." He stated, and then was gone.
Clapping his hands in evil joyful glee, Ron picked up Harry and drunkenly kissed his lips again before smiling gently.
"I'm going to go and get an aspirin or something." He spoke as though nothing had happened, a happy smile on his face, "This hangover is killing me."
Harry stood, adjusting his glasses and then looking at the space on the couch where Draco had been, something inside him snapping and making tears well up in his eyes, flashes of what had happened and what was probably going to happen coursing through his mind, spreading to his senses like wildfire. Too many emotions were inside his body, too many thoughts in his head.
He stood, shakily at first, but then strong with his own fiery temper as fuel to his weary body.
Then an image struck him with the force of a fist across his face.
==="Harry, you let me down...my depression is too much...I loved you...now I'm ending our love along with my life..." Draco was falling, falling, falling...===
"No..." Harry was shaking, rage, confusion, anger, and pain all burning up within him, "NO!" He slipped on his clothes and then pushed Ron out of the way of the hallway, making the ginger-haired boy stagger backwards into the bathroom, a look of confusion on his face.
"Where are you going, Harry?" He asked, regaining his balance once more and staggering after Harry.
Harry turned around with tears in his eyes, his breathing coming out as ragged and uncontrolled, "I'm going to look for him."
Ron leaned in the doorway, taking on a more cocky posture, "And then what? What will you do when you've found him?"
The other boy breathed hard and shook his head, tears dropping like diamond orbs from his face. "I...I don't know! But I have to stop him from doing something he'll regret!!!"
Ron smiled, and it wasn't the nice smile Harry was used to either. "It's too late...you'll always get there too late when it comes to him..."
Harry began to shake, his confidence faltering, "No..."
"Too...late..." Ron began to walk towards him, arrogant and drunken, with the nastiest smile plastered on his face.
The smaller wizard shook his head frantically. "I WILL NOT BE TOO LATE TO SAVE HIM!"
Ron grinned, "You didn't save Sirius..."
The brown-haired wizard grit his teeth and then accepted the comment, like he were accepting death itself. "That may be true...but this time...I will not fail..."
And then he was gone...
Ron sighed and sat on the couch, drinking water with his aspirins and staring at the open front door to the apartment, smiling.
"You're always too late." He laughed to himself, drinking the water smoothly, as the clouds began to rumble with the coming storm...
==End of Chapter 5==
Ashford2ashford: Phew! That was about the most dramatic part in the story! And sorry to all who actually like Ron, but I thought it'd add more dramatic effect to the story if he were drunk and nasty. Plus there was the plot twist that Harry was already dating Ron, and Draco got upset and – OHHHHHHHHH! So much!
Hope you liked it!!!
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: Umm....I'm really not sure of when I should finish this.....can someone help me here?
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Harry stirred in his sleep and murmured a name under his breath, his skin rubbing against something soft smooth and...warm. Eyelids fluttered open and took in the sight of the thin smooth body on the couch, arms and head draped over soft cushions, lower region covered by the soft blanket, and the look of one who had slept without nightmares for the first time in his life on his face. There was the soft sound of snoring and the blonde boy made a soft moan in the back of his throat, before turning in his sleep, missing the warmth of the boy who was watching him.
In short...he looked divine...
The brown-haired boy got off the couch slowly, so as not to wake his sleeping guest, and then began to pour water into a kettle. He padded barefoot around the kitchen, slowly getting several small items out of the fridge, butter, milk, eggs, bacon, and from out of the cupboard, bread. Determined that his new guest would eat a fine breakfast and be thankful for it!
As he was about to pad back into the living room and ask Draco if he'd like jam on his toast, someone knocked heavily on the door, breaking him from his task at hand. Briefly considering leaving the door and concentrating on the thin seductive blonde, Harry decided the best course of action was to answer it. It was probably Naile, the thin nosed, thin faced, thin-bodied landlord, wanting his monthly pay for the apartment. But then again, the small wizard could have sworn he paid it off last week.
He answered the door...and no...it wasn't Naile...
It was someone who Harry didn't really need to see...especially since he was currently offering bed, breakfast and board to Draco Malfoy...
It was Ron Weasly...
Red eyed and weeping softly, the darkened blush of one who had drunk a bit too much at last night's party, he was swaying slightly and his ginger hair was damp and matted, sticking to his face.
Harry swore. This was the last thing he wanted right now.
"Ron..." He began, but was cut off by the other boy, who had raised a hand to him, with one finger indicating silence.
"Harry...hush...I need to see you..."
Harry looked at his feet, his eyes lowered to the floor, "If this is about a few weeks ago..."
"I...needed...to see you..." Ron was glowering in the doorway now, his eyes taking on a more sinister glare, Harry knowing damn well what about.
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FLASHBACK:
Ron kissed Harry's fingertips lightly; listening to the drunken giggles emitting forth from pink, wine-stained lips. Harry leaning back, his cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded, making soft moaning noises and gentle giggles from the back of his throat, and his body arched over Ron's legs.
"Harry..." Ron breathed, aroused and unable to control the one moment of dripping carnal lust, "...This is what I want...what I've always wanted..."
"Take me..." Harry's voice was gentle and floated into Ron's ears making his hair stand on end, making his arousal more painful, less contained.
"I will..." His voice hissed, his hands moved quickly, and Harry was pulled into a world of pleasure...
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PRESENT DAY:
Harry stepped away from the door and watched Ron stumble in, slouched and drunk.
"You left the party early last night, Harry...why was that? Weren't you enjoying it?" Ron was demanding. Too much out of character for Harry's liking, but then again, it figured that alcohol could do that to you...
"I...I was busy...I had some business to attend to..." Harry knew Ron wouldn't buy any excuses from him...not in this state.
Ron edged closer.
"Did my touches not arouse you?" He asked, licking his lips, acting more dominant that Harry would have liked, "We danced, we hugged, we sang, we even kissed, I licked your neck, you moaned at my administrations, you warmed to my touch...and then you were gone! Where did you go Harry?"
Harry thought it would be better for Ron to leave before he got in too far and then suddenly Ron was upon him, grabbing his wrists and forcing his face upon the brown-haired boys'. A startled mumble was all that was able to escape from his lips, before Ron's dominating lips crushed against his, his mouth forced to accept the tongue now inside.
Both boys staggered back, one fighting to get away, the other fighting to pull the other one closer, into the apartment...and then Ron's weight was lifted from Harry and someone else was there, and Ron suddenly had blood coming from his face.
Ron staggered back, a hand over his nose, Harry looked up, dazed and confused and saw Draco standing there completely naked, all modesty gone from his mind, one fist raised with blood dripping down his knuckles...and the blood wasn't his.
"Malfoy!" Ron growled, dangerously, drunkenly gaining some form of balance.
Draco smiled horribly and then nudged Harry out of the way with one foot; for the other boy was still on the floor, on his hands and knees, his glasses broken, his eyes taking on the dazed look of one who had no idea what was going on. The tall blonde stepped over the body of his fallen comrade and then cracked his knuckles.
"I'm going to kill you, Weasly." He stated, an age-old rage building up inside of him. Ron looked happy about this and snarled, his teeth showing.
"You are going to kill me?" He challenged, "Oh no Malfoy, you stole my Harry away from me...I'm going to kill you."
Draco looked hurt for a second and then, his eyes lost their fire suddenly, his face more serious.
"Your...Harry?" He asked hesitantly, looking down at Harry and then at Ron, his face showing the expression of a young boy unable to comprehend what someone had told him, "You mean...he's your boyfriend, right? That you two were already going out last night?"
The ginger-haired boy nodded and smiled, his face cruel and mean looking for the first time in his life.
"Harry and I have spent many a long happy hour together, both of us entwined in the heart-wrenching acts of passion. Harry never once said 'no' and never once refused my ministrations. Did you honestly think that the famous Harry Potter was single, Malfoy? Didn't it cross your mind that someone with as much fame as Harry was dating? Why would he date you???"
Draco took all the information in and turned to Harry with hate in his eyes, tears streaming down his face in silver rivers.
"No..." He murmured, "It didn't cross my mind at that point, but now I know that in my mind all the time...I knew it was too good to be true."
He grabbed his clothes off the radiator and put them on hastily, regardless of how wet they were.
"I'm going now..." He stated, and then was gone.
Clapping his hands in evil joyful glee, Ron picked up Harry and drunkenly kissed his lips again before smiling gently.
"I'm going to go and get an aspirin or something." He spoke as though nothing had happened, a happy smile on his face, "This hangover is killing me."
Harry stood, adjusting his glasses and then looking at the space on the couch where Draco had been, something inside him snapping and making tears well up in his eyes, flashes of what had happened and what was probably going to happen coursing through his mind, spreading to his senses like wildfire. Too many emotions were inside his body, too many thoughts in his head.
He stood, shakily at first, but then strong with his own fiery temper as fuel to his weary body.
Then an image struck him with the force of a fist across his face.
==="Harry, you let me down...my depression is too much...I loved you...now I'm ending our love along with my life..." Draco was falling, falling, falling...===
"No..." Harry was shaking, rage, confusion, anger, and pain all burning up within him, "NO!" He slipped on his clothes and then pushed Ron out of the way of the hallway, making the ginger-haired boy stagger backwards into the bathroom, a look of confusion on his face.
"Where are you going, Harry?" He asked, regaining his balance once more and staggering after Harry.
Harry turned around with tears in his eyes, his breathing coming out as ragged and uncontrolled, "I'm going to look for him."
Ron leaned in the doorway, taking on a more cocky posture, "And then what? What will you do when you've found him?"
The other boy breathed hard and shook his head, tears dropping like diamond orbs from his face. "I...I don't know! But I have to stop him from doing something he'll regret!!!"
Ron smiled, and it wasn't the nice smile Harry was used to either. "It's too late...you'll always get there too late when it comes to him..."
Harry began to shake, his confidence faltering, "No..."
"Too...late..." Ron began to walk towards him, arrogant and drunken, with the nastiest smile plastered on his face.
The smaller wizard shook his head frantically. "I WILL NOT BE TOO LATE TO SAVE HIM!"
Ron grinned, "You didn't save Sirius..."
The brown-haired wizard grit his teeth and then accepted the comment, like he were accepting death itself. "That may be true...but this time...I will not fail..."
And then he was gone...
Ron sighed and sat on the couch, drinking water with his aspirins and staring at the open front door to the apartment, smiling.
"You're always too late." He laughed to himself, drinking the water smoothly, as the clouds began to rumble with the coming storm...
==End of Chapter 5==
Ashford2ashford: Phew! That was about the most dramatic part in the story! And sorry to all who actually like Ron, but I thought it'd add more dramatic effect to the story if he were drunk and nasty. Plus there was the plot twist that Harry was already dating Ron, and Draco got upset and – OHHHHHHHHH! So much!
Hope you liked it!!!