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Hidden Bridges
Ryoko Porter
Part Nine
'Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.'
Philip James Bailey
It was another week before Draco awoke from his peaceful coma. His waking greeted by Harry, who had barely left his side over the hours and days. He awoke slowly, his unfocused blue-gray eyes taking in the hospital ward. When they finally turned toward Harry, the Slytherin blinked into focus. He watched closely the worried expression in the hero's green eyes.
Harry didn't say a word; he didn't want to break the almost spiritual feel of their connection. He could see pain in the other boy's eyes. Draco's body was completely healed, but his spirit was obviously in pieces. He seemed lost to the world. Broken from everything that life had dealt him. And his heart seemed to be screaming for someone to love him.
It was in the middle of the day, meaning that everyone was in class. Madam Pomfrey was out doing something or other; telling Harry that she'd be gone for a few hours. And the dark haired boy knew that Dumbledore would give them their privacy. So he knew that now was the time for the two to say whatever needed to be said.
However it seemed that Draco had other plans.
Reaching up, the pale boy cupped the other's face gently with his right hand. Draco ultimately didn't care what Harry's reason for being with him was. All he wanted was for the other boy to be close to him. He wanted someone to protect and care for him, and he knew that Harry could do that for him. And in return he knew that he would give the boy whatever he wished.
'Love me, Harry' he whispered pleadingly.
Harry studied the boy lying in the hospital bed. He tried to figure out what his rival meant. But he was suddenly surprised as the blonde grabbed the front of his shirt and haled him over, so that he was straddling over him. Then with the same surprising strength and speed, Draco leaned up and captured Harry's lips in a passionate closed mouth kiss.
As the two opened their mouths to taste one another, Harry shifted to pull the sheets between them away, practically ripping them in the process.
Luna looked warily at her husband. She knew the look he had on his face. The look was one of new memories coming to him, and by the scent of it, they were good. Like that of the two lovers coming as one. She imagined it was like his own personal porn.
She had been hiding in his room since the discussion with the people of their past. She was worried about a lot of things that were accruing. The first was that their coming back would change things that they didn't want changed. Such as the friendship between Harry and his fellow Gryffindors. Or the good things in Harry and Draco's relationship. She also worried about the younger version of herself, and what all of this might do to her ego.
Yet the thing that worried her most was the husband she had left behind in the future.
Harry suddenly pulled away from Draco's mouth, gasping for air. He felt hot, like he'd never felt before. Draco's naked skin felt like heaven against his own. And he couldn't help but moan as the other's mouth latched onto his neck.
Draco still lay under Harry, but it seemed that he would be taking the dominant role. He didn't mind though, as long as Harry needed him enough to keep him safe and loved. Harry tasted better than anything that he'd ever had in his mouth before. He was addicted the salty taste that was Harry, and wanted more. He felt Harry's manhood heavy against his upper left hip, as his own was tucked between the other boys legs and leaning against a high inner thigh.
Both boys moaned deeply as they shifted to press their arousals together. The combined pre-cum and sweat slicked their sensitive skin. The heavy tingle of their nerves felt like fire. The pleasurable feeling spreading through out their body. Muscles twitched, trying to find relief from the agonizing pleasure. And their hips instinctually strengthened their thrusting into the other.
Harry used his arms to both support his upper body, and frame Draco's head. He plundered the other boy's lips mercilessly, licking and nibbling the lusciousness of them. For moments he would trail his lips over chin and neck, making the other boy gasp, but would quickly return to the full pick lips. The flavor reminded him of the bittersweet taste of butter beer, yet was far more addictive.
Draco's arms wrapped around the boy above him, pulling Harry even more tightly against his body. Both hands were busy driving both of them to brink of insanity. One hand was buried in the black unruly locks, pulling Harry's lips closer so that he could thoroughly taste them. His other hand ran heavily down the powerful back, bringing his fingers down the crack of Harry's ass.
As Harry humped his erection against Draco's, he screamed out as he felt fingers at his puckered entrance. They did not enter, but stroked over the sensitive opening. The promising sensation was the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. His eyes came unfocused, and he felt himself fall over the edge of pleasure. The white hot heat of orgasm flowed through his entire body.
'DRACO!'
The sound, smell, look, and feel of Harry's orgasm pulled Draco over the edge with him. Burying his face into his lover's neck, his body and breath stopped, and his seed spilled with Harry's between the two.
Long moments after their wonderful completion the two cuddled in the hospital bed, sheets covering their nakedness. They were both too tired to care if anyone found them. Harry rested on the bed, and let the other rest on his chest. The change of position was made for Harry's concern over hurting the other more fragile boy.
'Can I keep you?' Draco whispered subconsciously into the sleeping boy's ear. He wasn't aware of the answering nod from the other boy, as he too fell into sleep. A shared blissful slumber.
End part 9.
AN; well its not my best yaoi scene, and I promise it'll get better. Yes for those geeks out there, I did steal from Casper. I just have always thought those words were so romantic. And the story has gotten more complicated…. mwahahahahah!
Ryoko Porter