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Hidden Bridges
Ryoko Porter
Part Twenty-Two
'I know of no better definition of love than the one given by Proust—"Love is space and time measured by the heart."'
Gian Carlo Menotti
'"As a brave Gryffindor, Harry Potter has taken the problem of the Dark Lord upon himself. After years of fighting He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the seventeen-year-old is now confident enough to say that he is better than him. And so Harry Potter has issued a challenge to the Dark Lord, leaving the time an place up to him,"' Hermione read at the breakfast table. 'Harry do you really think that Voldemort will answer that?'
'I don't know, but Julian seems to think so,' Harry shrugged. 'It was all a matter of controlling Skeeter with a Imperio Curse, until she had published what we wanted her to say.'
'Harry! You didn't!' Hermione gasped.
'No, but Julian did.'
Draco listened intently to the conversation, inwardly thinking about the rest of the interview that had not been published. A small part of him regretted not being able to tell the world that he was with Harry, but he could understand the reason for not having it in the article. The whole idea was to draw Voldemort's attention, and to annoy him into submission. The whole article insulted the Dark Lord's abilities, and hopefully he would take the bait for a fight.
'Well Hermione, Draco and I will be off! I want to take him out for a date at least once before I die,' Harry grinned. He then led his thrilled lover out into their day of romantic adventure.
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Although it was still only late morning, the private DADA office was as dark as night. With his feet on the cherry wood desk, Julian rested anxiously as he sucked on a cigarette. He'd gotten more only early this morning, and already one of the three packs was gone. He was worried, but not for Voldemort's reaction. But more because he would soon cease to exist, except perhaps in the memory of those who knew him here. He'd planned on this all along, however he was still human, and did have a sense for survival. So now he struggled with his own nature, to quell the part of him that was screaming for him not to go through with the plan.
So deep was Julian in his own thoughts, that his chair nearly fell backwards when there was a knock at the door. For a moment he considered not answering, not wanting to deal with any of the staff who'd undoubtedly read the article in the morning paper. But as he took the time considering his options, the door opened to reveal his visitor.
'Ms. Lovegood, what are you doing here?' Julian greeted tiredly. 'You remember my wife telling you to stay away from me, don't you? I do not wish to hurt you.'
'If you hurt me, it will be entirely my own fault,' Luna said determinedly. 'Besides, there is a question I want you to answer before you go.'
'Fine,' Julian consented as he spelled one of the windows open to let in a bit of light and air. 'Would you have me offer you a cigarette? I don't have anything more to give you right at the moment.'
Luna just laughed a bit, and then returned to her determined seriousness. 'I want to know; did you ever really love the woman that I became?'
'That's an interesting question to ask, though you do have every right to ask it,' Julian marveled. 'Well you should get comfortable if you want to hear the answer, it is a long one.' Luna complied, and sat down to listen to the justification that she was about to get. 'It would be easy for me to say that I loved her whole heartedly, but then you would probably guess that I was lying to you. The fact is however, that she served her purposes to me. It is very rare when love is actually real love, my dear, especially in the world that I lived in. Before I became Julian, both Harry and Draco loved her devotion to their own love. And then when I became what I am, I continued to love her devotion to me. You see, Luna was the only one to remain loyal to me, especially after Dumbledore committed suicide in his shame over my creation. But she stayed with me, and I couldn't help but love her for that. And as time went by, I started to love her for other things that she did for me.
'Mind you, I certainly never forgot Harry or Draco, and the love that I still felt for them. But as time went by, I realized that my dream of being those two separate psyches again was only a dream. I unfortunately lived in reality, and in reality one cannot live on dreams alone. So I let my affections turn to the person that I loved who was still real. And in time, I grew to love her enough to be able to claim that I really did love her.
'Now let me ask you? After hearing my explanation, did I really love my Luna?' Julian asked his audience. 'Keep in mind if you answer yes, you are excepting that most love out there, is not true. It feigns what love actually is, a falseness that people are ready to accept in their desperation not to be lonely. Most people living in my time, and even now, would probably be overwhelmed by true love if they felt it. But what they have is still good, because loneliness can be an evil that is even greater than the white lie of the emotion that they feel.'
Luna contemplated Julian's words for a moment, both saddened and elated at the honesty of them. What he said about "love" was true, and so what he said about his love for "her" was also true. And unfortunately, her future self's words of warning were also true. Julian did not wish to harm her, but she was susceptible to him.
Julian watched as the girl before him started to cry, slightly sorry for his honesty. He could only hope that he'd not broken her heart. And with his worries, how was he to expect that she would suddenly launch herself into his arms? The chair fell back with their weight, but it was hardly noticed as Luna's virgin lips covered his own. The kiss was a passionate one, for being closed mouthed. And Julian tried desperately to control his body's reaction to it.
'It's all right Julian,' Luna assured with a quietly lustful and loving voice. 'Let me give this to you.'
And so, Julian let the young woman give herself to him.
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'I wish that there was some place nicer that I could take you to for our date Draco,' Harry lamented as he sat with his lover in the popular Hogsmead tavern. They had both ordered the best of everything that there was, and they had wonderful spread before them. It just didn't seem like enough though.
'Well we cannot expect much from a town such as this. You'll just have to take me to London when the war is through,' Draco suggested.
'That I will,' Harry grinned.
They soon finished their romantic meal, leaving Harry to impress Draco by paying. Then they took the time to window-shop, pretending that they were looking into high-end shops for the sake of delight. And also took the time to have a playful snowball fight.
Time went by quickly for the happy couple, and it was getting dark when they had to sneak their way back into Hogwarts Castle. It was an odd sort of date in a way, but both were happy with the memories.
The Room of Requirement conjured the usual bedroom that Harry and Draco shared, as they stumbled in with their arms around one another. Their passion was rampant, as they quickly undressed themselves ran over to the bed. As Draco laid down achingly ready for his lover's affection, Harry took a flying leap into the bed.
'Hey! You don't want to damage anything, do you? I'd kinda like some use of it before you do!' Draco teased.
'You're not the only one! But tonight, I think that I'd like the use of yours more,' Harry purred.
'Come again?' Draco wondered.
'Tonight Draco, for a change, I want you to make love to me,' Harry cleared up with another purr.
'I think that I can manage that!' Draco smirked excitedly. Crawling atop his lover, Draco kissed his lover as passionately as he could muster. Neither could wait very long for foreplay, so most of it was passed over. Draco did however; take Harry into his mouth as he pressed his fingers into his lover's virgin sheath.
Harry was tight, like nothing Draco had ever felt before. It worried him a bit, that he might tear the delicate muscles. But Harry just continued to arch and moan like a whore, clearly enjoying the ache that Draco was giving to him. Only after Draco could smoothly fit three of his fingers within his love, did he move to take him intimately.
'Are you okay Harry?' Draco knew that he was, but it was good to ask anyway.
'I want you inside me now! DRACO!' Harry commanded in a begging way.
Draco then took himself into his hand to guide himself into Harry's entrance. It took a bit of a push, but Draco was finally able to pop his cherry. And by god, he hoped that he would last long enough for them both to enjoy. Immediately Draco grabbed Harry's arousal and began to pump both his hand and his hips.
Both moaned as deeply as Harry seemed to be. The hero wrapped his legs around his lover's waist and shoulder, opening himself even deeper for Draco to go. With every push his wonderful g-spot was brushed upon, making Harry arch even closer to his blonde lover.
Sadly though, the wonderful pleasure wasn't to last. It was only a few minutes into the coupling, when Harry felt himself be filled with his lover's hot seed. The overwhelming push of the current against his prostate made Harry's entire body tense, including the muscles around Draco's sensitive cock, milking even more of his ejaculation. At that, Harry cried out his lover's name, and spilled his own white seed onto their chests.
It took longer than their escapade, for Harry and Draco to recover from it. Though as their breathing evened out and Draco pulled himself out, it became apparent that the night was far from through. Both were still hard, and Draco could not help himself to finger Harry's cum-leaking anus.
'God I want to taste that!' Draco said as he looked down to where his fingers were dancing in Harry.
'Then why don't you?' Harry purred appreciatively.
End Part 22.
Guess you guys will just have to imagine the rest of their playful romp. He-he! Anyway, a nice long chapter for you guys. Sorry it took so long. Next on Hidden Bridges; the battle against Voldemort! And Harry's creature form finally revealed!
Ryoko Porter