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Hidden Bridges
Ryoko Porter

Part Five

'Where there's marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.'
Benjamin Franklin

Julian sat quietly in his armchair. It was late, and all the rest of Hogwarts was dark and sleeping. A storm brewed outside, though in his dungeon room he could hardly notice. His room was dark and cold. A forgotten cigarette burned in his fingers, he was in a sort of trance, still and lost of life.

He hadn't shown up for his classes since the first one of the day. He had been careless to show them his fear.

'Careless? Or intended?' a quiet female voice asked from behind him.

'Probably subconsciously intended,' Julian answered after some thought. The woman knew him well. She had observed him for years. She did it now, analyzing his thoughts and actions.

'So now the children know that your greatest fear is yourself. If Hermione is as brilliant as I remember, she could probably know the truth now,' the woman thought aloud as she closed in on Julian.

'They only saw part of the truth, and I don't think that they could dream up the rest,' Julian said his part.

'No? As the saying goes; don't judge a book by its cover. Things are never as easy as they seem to be,' the woman laughed gently. She used her wand to spell a pot of tea, cups, a table, and a chair for her into being. Sitting down across from Julian, she looked thoughtfully at the man. The silence was a sort of comfortable anticipation. Life with the man had given her a strong patience.

'Why are you here?' Julian asked suddenly, but still quiet. He hadn't looked upon her yet, as he stared into an unknown space.

'For the same reason I married you,' she leaned forward and took the cigarette from his fingers to reinforce her point. 'You never could take care of yourself. Besides, what kind of friend would I be to not come?' she questioned both him and herself. Again they sat in silence, though this time they were waiting for her. She smiled a sad, unseen smile. 'Apparently history is good for something after all.'

'Luna,' Julian whispered comfortingly in the dark.

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Harry moaned in exquisite pain/pleasure. His anal muscles squeezed and contracted around the staff buried deep within him. And with every contract it moved slightly deeper, causing him to gasp.

'Deep breaths sweet one,' Draco comforted from above. His voice was thick with lust, yet the love within him saved his patience. With Harry's hot sheath around his cock, he thought that there was no other part of him but that. The oil they had used to make it easier seemed none existent, and he worried about hurting his dark lover.

Harry then surprised Draco with wrapping his legs about his waist. Apparently Draco's virgin had some not so innocent instincts. So with careful yet agonizing slowness, he pulled out. Then with the same mind numbing speed, he pushed back in again. Both moaned at the friction, and thought they would die at the completeness they felt.

After a few more of these wonderfully evil thrusts, they were only ready for more. Picking up the pace only slightly, Draco relished affection upon his love's neck and face. This night was about love, sex would come later. Draco brushed that bundle of nerves within Harry periodically, leaving the boy in heaven for a moment.

After a time of their slow lovemaking, Draco knew he was ready. Brushing that spot with every word, he endorsed himself.

'Harry,' brush.

'I,' brush.

'Love,' brush.

'You,' he exploded then, filling his love with his essence.

'DRACO!' Harry ached high and moaned, finishing along with him.

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Harry awoke suddenly.

End Part 5.

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Ryoko Porter