See first page for disclamers. i see no reasone to type them out again.
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again, sorry it's short. i think it's longer than the first one was though. obviously, it's from harry's point of view this time. i switch POV fairly often, hope i don't loose anybody, though i think it's fairly obvious who's POV i'm using at any given point in time.
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He knelt over the beautiful blond, pinning his hands to either side, but he didn't think he noticed anything but the kisses and nips he was attacking with. He'd prove to the stubborn blond that he was his, would make him admit it this time!
"Mine!" he growled after a couple minutes, watching the blond practically melt into the sheets.
"Yours!" was the breathless reply, and he grinned triumphantly, then kissed him, slow and deep and lingering, to reward the blond for his acquiescence. It wasn"t like he was going to treat him bad or anything, just because he owned him. If anything, he"d be more loving now . . .. His mate deserved no less from him . . .
He snapped awake. 'His mate?' He turned the words over in his mind for a moment, shocked, then mentally shrugged and pushed the problem away for another time, rolling over to attempt to get some more sleep. Maybe hed return to that most appealing dream . . ..
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Harry curled sleepily on his bed, totally unaware of the purr rumbling deep in his throat. He stretched languidly as he sat up, glancing at the clock on the rickety stand beside his bed (salvaged after Dudley had rolled off his bed and fallen on it; luckily, only minor damage had been done to either table or boy, so it didn't get blamed on Harry for once, but Dudley refused to use the mended table, so it had gone into Harry's room, along with everything else Dudley had broken or discarded over the years.)
7:30.
That meant he had half an hour to make breakfast before his relatives woke up to bother him. He hurried quietly down the stairs and set to his first chore of the day -cooking for his horrid hosts. Within 25 minutes, he was putting the finishing touches on four heaping plates, and he scurried to get his up to his room before they woke, returning to set out flatware and cups of juice and coffee (all three of them insisted on having both beverages at breakfast, though Harry was only allowed juice) and drinking a cup of coffee himself before they came down, washing and putting away the cup as soon as he'd finished it. If was fun to spite his family like that, but he didn't want a beating for it.
Dudley thundered down the stairs, still in his pajamas, followed quickly by his parents. Uncle Vernon took in the spread on the table, and dismissed Harry with a nod as he sat down, the only thanks he'd ever get from his uncle. He escaped to his room -and his breakfast- with a glass of orange juice and a relieved sigh. Only three more weeks -two of which he would not have to spend here- until he returned to Hogwarts for his final year of school, and then he was free -other than the whole have-to-kill-Voldie thing.
Putting his empty dishes on the bedside table, he curled kittenishly on his bed, basking in the small patch of sunlight streaming in through the barred window, heating his back.