-Rated R for- Drama, Language, Slash, Sexual Content
-Spoilers- All five books.
-Summary- This is a Harry/Draco fic that happens in the sixth year. Draco finds out that sometimes feelings are mixed up.
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Hidden Desires
Chapter 20
Don't Look Back
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The weather was perfect. There was a soft breeze and the sun was more brilliant than usual. The grass seemed greener, the flowers seemed more colorful, the birds had a million beautiful songs to sing, and the trees seemed taller and more grand. They laid in the grass and watched the clouds float by.
Inside his mind, Draco had felt he had done something marvelous. For the first time he could honestly say that he didn't care about what his classmates said or thought about him. He could finally escape from the demands of being a "cold-hearted Slytherin" and indeed have feelings for someone. He was no longer bound and restricted. This made him feel more alive than he had felt in ages.
Draco had come to terms with everything he had grown to be. He'd come a long way from the snide, wise-cracking boy that existed only a few months ago. He was stronger now. He wouldn't submit to his parents' wishes and be the person that his father had always wanted to be. That was no longer possible. He now devoted himself to nurturing the relationship between himself and the one that he had fallen for.
Harry Potter.
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Everything was more dreamlike than he had remembered it. The last time Harry had truly remembered being happy was when Sirius was alive. The thought of living with his godfather had been one of the more cheerful memories he had. When that all came to a crashing halt, he didn't think he could ever really find a way to be happy again.
Someone had helped him feel complete again. It takes a lot to make Harry Potter happy. Sure he was the boy who lived, one of the most admired and powerful wizards of the modern age, and pretty damn nice looking, but what did that help when in the process of being the boy who lived, he lost everything else. He never knew his parents, he never wanted strange people to love him and admire him, and who cared if he was nice looking? (Well, sure several girls and boys care) But what does that change when everyday you continuously feel like hell? He had always felt like something was missing. He had always felt empty.
Now the bitterness wasn't as prominent in his thoughts. In fact, he didn't feel sorry for himself like he had done for a while. There was nothing to feel sorry about.
He felt wonderful.
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It doesn't take much common sense to realize that skipping classes isn't a smart thing to do. But today was like no other day. Today was full of life and like no other day. Practical thought was not necessary on days like this.
Harry remembered those secret agent movies that he had seen on the television. That's what he felt like as he crept along behind Draco who seemed paranoid about every corner that they turned. His excuse was, "There could be a teacher, damn it. Don't make fun of me!"
They both acted like they were drunk or on some really strong drugs as they snuck around Hogwarts. They finally turned down a hall that Harry was familiar with. He remembered it from the time that he and Ron had disguised themselves as Crabbe and Goyle and snuck into the Slytherin Common Room. Somehow that memory felt a lifetime ago.
They reached the entrance and Draco said the password quite loudly so that Harry heard it as well. He didn't care if Harry knew. Why would he?
The Common Room was completely empty since everyone was in class like they were supposed to be. It looked exactly like Harry had remembered it. Full of green and silver, quite chic, and very lush. He liked how the combination of colors reminded him of their eyes. He couldn't find anything to hate about it anymore.
What surprised Harry was that Draco had his own room. Though after he thought about it, it wasn't so surprising considering how much Draco's father had fussed about everything. Of course he wouldn't mention that. No need of bringing up things that would only ruin the wonderful mood they both were in.
Draco shut the door behind him and sat down on the bed, watching Harry with intent curious eyes. "I know the whole school is jealous," he commented.
"Because we're skipping class?" Harry responded.
"Well that.." Draco beckoned Harry over. "And I have you."
Harry rolled his eyes and grinned. He could feel his cheeks burning and knew he was probably a bright rosy shade of pink at the moment. "I'm sure they all feel deprived," he responded, leaning down and kissing Draco's forward affectionately.
"They should be," Draco responded, putting his arms around Harry's waist. The whole day felt like a dream and he was feeling a bit lightheaded and was totally intoxicated by Harry's presence. He pulled the other boy down next to him in sitting position, holding onto his hand. He never imagined that this would happen. It never entered his mind that he would become so attracted to someone like this. He leaned over and captured Harry's unsure trembling lips in a sweet kiss. A kiss that soon turned into tongues swirling about, discovering each other's mouths once more. A journey like no other. They managed to get the each other out of their shirts and felt their skin touching. The most electrifying sensation that either of them had ever felt.
Draco left a trail of kisses down Harry's smooth stomach, unbuckling his pants and sliding them off. He was pleased with his arousal and licked at it in the most affectionate, erotic way, causing Harry to go crazy. Draco licked, sucked, and pleased him in ways that he never thought were possible. Passion, mounting sexual-frustration, and the strongest love were at play. And Draco was more pleased when for the first time, he truly tasted Harry. The sweet, liquid candy that came from the other boy was everything Draco expected. And when Harry returned the favor, Draco never knew he had such skill. His orgasm was intense and Harry was grateful for every last drop that fairer boy provided. They filled every void that ever existed with each other. It was never enough. Hours of repeated each other's name, moans, sweat, and screams took place. Hours of whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, biting, kissing, and an intense love broke down every barrier that had ever separated the two.
And several hours later, Harry awoke. He was without clothes and almost forgot what had happened, but when he looked over next to him, a smile came to his face. He quickly remembered the pleasure that had taken place as he watched Draco sleep angelically. He placed a tender kiss in the corner of the other boy's lips. Draco stirred a bit and his eyes fluttered open. He snuggled up against Harry's chest and smiled. "Mm.. who knew that Harry Potter was a fucking monster in bed?" He stared into his brilliant eyes and grinned seductively. "God, I love you," his voice was lazy and sweet.
Harry smirked. Truthfully he had never known whether he would be any good or not. He was pleased with the result though. "I know. It's craziness," Harry replied. He stole another quick kiss.
"I love you too," Harry said finally, yawning afterwards. He wondered what had happened to his glasses, but figured they must have gotten lost during the chaos. It didn't matter if he had them or not though, because when he was with Draco he couldn't see clearly anyway.
Draco smiled and kissed Harry's jaw line. "Harry?"
"What?"
"Will you be mine forever?"
"Forever is a long time," Harry responded.
"Exactly," Draco said quietly.
"Then, of course. As long as you know what you're getting into," Harry said.
"Oh, I already got into it," Draco responded playfully.
Harry laughed and kissed Draco again.
Draco was absolutely content with just staying there under the sheets, bare bodies together, and watching the sun set. He no longer felt empty as he once did. He no longer felt like he had to prove anything like he once did. He could be himself now and loneliness was no longer an option.
It was a magnificent thing to be in love.
The sun set.
Fin
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