Title:Game Without Tears
Disclaimer: I do not own, wish I did, but I don't. I only own my plot line. Full disclaimer, first chapter.
Author: ShaeLynn Teelle
All other information: See first chapter.
Polite constructive criticism welcome. FLAMES WILL BE FED TO THE DRAGON IN MY BED.
Chapter 26: Fate Smiled At Destiny
As soon as the door was closed Draco waved his hand slightly and the door locked behind Harry, ensuring their privacy. For a moment the two looked at each other, neither moving. Then, Harry took a step closer to Draco, a smile crossing his face. Draco took the movement as an invitation and closed the distance that remained between them. He leaned forward until their lips brushed. Then, suddenly Harry's hands were in Draco's hair and the kiss deepened.
The two broke apart only long enough to breath before they came together again. Their arms encircled the other. Somehow they maneuvered their way to the large bed behind them, though both had their eyes closed. Draco stopped when the back of his legs bumped against the bed frame. Slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed and Harry bent with him, their lips still locked together.
After a few more minutes of the deep kisses, the two broke apart again. They stared into each other's eyes as they regained their breath. Draco slid backwards on the bed until he sat cross-legged in the center. The Slytherin nodded at Harry and smiled as he joined him on the bed.
"Harry, are you sure you want to do this?" Draco asked quietly as his hands reached for the hem of his lover's shirt.
"Yes, Draco. As long as you want to, I'm sure."
Draco nodded, "I want to."
The Slytherin's hands gripped the hem of Harry's shirt and lifted it slowly, letting his knuckles brush against Harry's chest as he did so. Harry, for his part, sat very still as Draco slowly raised the shirt and his muscles jumped reflexively at the light touch of Draco's hands. Then, his arms were lifted and the shirt was fully over his head, his vision blocked for a moment.
Harry opened his eyes once the shirt was off to see Draco already bending towards him. The blond's lips caressed the side of his neck before latching on to the skin where shoulder met neck. Harry's head tipped to the side without conscious thought and a low moan was heard. Draco smiled against his skin at the sound and lightly bit the skin he had been sucking on.
Rewarded with Harry's gasp, Draco began to kiss and suck in a line down the collarbone in front of him. His hands brushed up Harry's sides, earning another gasp from the Gryffindor. As Draco moved along the collarbones to the other side of Harry's neck, the Gryffindor brought his attention back to Draco rather than the feelings that Draco's touch was igniting within him. He reached over and, with fingers made clumsy by his desire, Harry began to unbutton Draco's black shirt.
Harry peeled the shirt off Draco's shoulders and down his arms until he could toss it over the edge of the bed. Lightly, Harry pushed Draco away with one hand and used the other to tilt his face back up so he could delve into Draco's mouth once more. He continued to push lightly at Draco, not breaking the kiss, until he was laying on top of the supine Slytherin.
After another moment Harry pulled away and ran his hands down Draco's chest, his fingers learning the muscles there. It wasn't until his hands reached the top of Draco's trousers that he paused. Harry glanced up at Draco in time to see his tongue sneak out and wet his lips. Draco's eyes were wide and fixed intently on Harry's hands. When those fingers began the task of unbuttoning and lowering the zipper, Draco bit the corner of his bottom lip.
The fastenings were open and Harry took hold of the top edge of the trousers and pants beneath and slowly pulled them both down until they were off completely. He was about to pull off the Slytherin's socks when Draco's voice, husky with desire, stopped him.
"My feet get cold. Leave them on, Harry?"
Harry smiled up at his lover in obvious amusement and nodded, not commenting. He climbed off the bed quickly and began working on the fastenings of his own trousers. As he did, Harry thought of the little quirk that Draco had just revealed to him. He liked the little things like that about Draco, it reminded him at times that no matter what he acted like outside of his room, Draco was just as human as he was and not perfect or cold-hearted.
Draco's light touch against his waist brought Harry's attention away from his thoughts. The Slytherin slid his hands down Harry's legs, taking the trousers and boxers underneath with them. When they were down as far as he could comfortably reach from the bed, Draco released them and they pooled at Harry's feet.
Harry stepped out of the gathered clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked to Draco with a teasing glint in his eyes as he reached down and pulled both socks off at the same time by the toes. Draco looked at the bared feet for a moment, one eyebrow raised, before his eyes returned to Harry's and he began to laugh quietly. The Gryffindor joined in until Harry had fallen onto his back on the bed. He noticed Draco had stopped laughing only after the blond had leaned over him so they were both upside-down to the other.
When Harry's laughter ceased at that Draco leaned further down and their lips met. Draco had never before thought of what kissing upside-down would be like. This first experience had Draco promising himself it would happen a lot more. It took a few moments to get the knack for it, but once they had, Draco couldn't believe how erotic it was.
Obviously Draco wasn't the only one that found it to be more than their usual kisses from the noises Harry was making. After several long minutes filled with intensive kissing, Harry turned his head and rolled away. He came up onto his knees at arms reach from Draco. The Slytherin looked at his lover in confusion.
"Harry?"
He smiled at Draco and crawled a bit closer. Harry took Draco's hands and pulled him up until he was also on his knees in the middle of the bed. Arms wrapped about waists and lips met again in a heated kiss as heat-giving bodies met from chest to thigh for the first time. Draco pulled away this time and Harry lowered his head to Draco's chest, hands and lips doing all they could to find out what the smooth skin felt and tasted like.
"Harry," Draco said, his thoughts in all directions from the pleasure of Harry's touches. "What do you want, Harry?"
The Gryffindor paused, his dark head resting against Draco's chest, hands stilled. His voice was quiet, almost as if he were frightened, "You. I want you… inside me. Please, Draco."
"Okay, Harry. Have you… done this before?" Draco asked nervously.
"Um," Harry stalled and pulled away a bit. Draco could see the blush spreading across Harry's face and couldn't contain his smile. "I haven't with… another person, but…"
"But?" the Slytherin was greatly amused by his lover's sudden shyness, but lightly caressed Harry's cheek in reassurance.
"I have… with my fingers," Harry nearly whispered as he refused to look at Draco.
The blond gently tipped his lover's face up until Harry had no choice but to look at him. Then, he delved in for a lengthy kiss before pulling away enough to look at the bright green eyes.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were asking for."
"Have you done this before, Draco?"
"Once… with a man. I was in your place and I thought I knew what I was asking for, but I didn't. He wouldn't… he refused to stop when I asked, when it hurt. It wasn't that bad near the end, but at first—" Draco stopped and placed a reassuring kiss on his lover's horrified face. "I know what not to do, Harry. I won't hurt you."
"I know you won't, Draco. I trust you. But, are you okay? After that?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, Harry. I know that I couldn't have stopped him. He was older and larger. I've experimented on my own since then, but I haven't been with another man like that since."
"Did I know him?" Harry asked quietly, his eyes searching his lover's.
"No. It happened the summer before fifth year. He had been here for the tournament, but he was just one of the many that didn't get their name pulled from the goblet. Don't worry about it, Harry. It's long past and I've come to terms with it."
"Are you sure, Draco?"
"Yes, Harry," Draco reassured his lover, touched by his concern, but not wanting to talk about it anymore. "Now come here."
*edited out for ffn*
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Draco woke early, before dawn the next morning to gentle caresses against his right ear, exactly where the scars were. He opened his eyes and saw Harry staring down at him, a strange expression on his face. Neither of them spoke and Harry's caresses moved to where the scar at his right eye was. Draco shivered under the gentle touch as he pushed his memories away.
"Will you teach me, Draco?" Harry asked quietly as his hand stilled against his lover's face.
Draco nodded silently, though his eyes showed his confusion as to why Harry wanted to learn. The Gryffindor saw the look in Draco's eyes and sat up in the bed, turning so his back was to his lover. This time it was his turn to shiver as the memories resurfaced at Draco's gentle touch against his scars.
"By Merlin. What happened Harry?"
It took Harry a few moments before he answered quietly. "My relations didn't want me when my parents were killed, but they didn't feel they had any choice. They stopped for a few years after I started at Hogwarts, but it didn't last for very long. It's not like many people will see it, but… there are too many memories I—"
Harry was cut off by Draco's hand against his mouth. It was soon followed by his lover's lips against his own in a gentle caress as Draco moved in front of him. After a moment Draco pulled back, a slight smile on his face.
"Of course I'll teach you, Harry. It's not very hard, but most people wouldn't ever think of it."
"Thank you, Draco," Harry answered and smiled at his lover.
Draco simply nodded and slid back on the bed so there was some space between them. He explained the theory behind what he was going to teach his lover. It didn't take long as it was simply a touch of wandless magic and a lot of concentration that became second nature and instinctive until only death could remove it unwillingly. Then, Draco projected an image of Harry's back so he could see what he wanted to hide. If he didn't know what it looked like, the magic wouldn't be able to cover it completely.
At first Harry closed his eyes at the image and it wasn't until Draco took his hand in comfort that he was able to force his eyes open. He stared at the picture of his back, the shoulders rising and falling with each breath that he took. Harry studied the picture, every scar that could be seen, and committed them to memory. He looked over to his lover after a while.
"They really aren't that bad, are they, Draco?"
Draco smiled slightly at him, "No, Harry, they aren't."
Harry turned back to the image and Draco looked at him in confusion as a thought entered his mind, "Harry, how did you hide these last night?"
"A glamour. But it fades when I sleep. It's been the last thing I did before getting dressed in the morning since I learned the spells," Harry answered quietly, his eyes down-cast for a moment. "Draco, I think I'm ready to try now."
"Okay, Harry. Go ahead and just remember, you need to picture what you want to see," Draco responded quietly as he watched his lover.
Harry's eyes closed and he sat completely still for a few moments. Then, his image shook and the cast picture of Harry's back cleared until every scar was gone. Harry opened his eyes and stared into the image before him, a wide grin spreading across his face only to disappear as, barely a minute after they were hidden, the scars were seen again.
"Why didn't it work, Draco?"
"It did work. Right now you have to consciously hide them and hold that image in your head. Once the image fades from your mind or you think of what should be there, it will fade. The more often you practice, the longer it will hold as you become more subconsciously aware that you are holding the spell.
"Put it on every morning in place of your glamour. Since once you've dressed no one will see them, you can always cast a glamour later. You'll get to the point where you don't even think about it in the mornings, you just do what you need to. Then, one morning you'll wake and realize you have to consciously want to see the scars before they appear."
"Draco?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"What do your scars look like? All of them?" Harry asked in almost a whisper, not wanting to upset his lover.
Draco looked at him for a moment before he nodded. Then, his form blurred and Harry could swear he saw the scars as they appeared. When Draco stopped his eyes were closed, one hand lightly clenched at his side. Harry gently picked the left hand up, the one that was in a fist, and lightly kissed the scarred edge. The Slytherin's eyes popped open, staring at his lover when he kissed the edge of his hand again.
Harry smiled at the other and raised one hand to lightly trace the uneven edge of Draco's right ear. Then, he leaned in and captured Draco's lips in a deep kiss. Harry leaned back, gently tugging Draco to follow him down until they were both lying on the bed, their bodies aligned from lips to thighs. They could feel each others arousals as they stirred and rose.
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It wasn't until late morning that either woke again. As earlier, Harry was the first to wake. He opened his eyes to find himself looking across a nearly smooth expanse of skin. The only thing that marred the flesh in front of him was a thick scar that ran parallel to Draco's collarbone just a few inches away from it. Harry lifted his head from the warm pillow Draco's chest made and looked closer at the scar only to realize it was several thin scars so close together that it seemed like one larger one.
He looked down the rest of Draco's front and saw another scar six inches above his navel that looked slightly different. This one was jagged around the edges and just below the ribcage. Harry reached out and traced it lightly, not realizing that Draco had awoken.
"That was over the summer holidays in second year," the blond said quietly.
Harry's head snapped up and he pulled his hand away. Draco smiled at his lover and took Harry's hand, placing it back on the scar.
"Why?"
"Do you remember the Quidditch match between us that year? How I was too busy taunting you and that?" Harry nodded and Draco shrugged at him, an apologetic look on his face. "My father was there. He saw how easily you had won and how foolish I had acted. He wasn't pleased.
"That's why I tried to stay in the infirmary longer. If he had thought I'd gotten hurt more than I did, he wouldn't have been quite so angry. Then, that stupid dueling club. Somehow he found out about what all happened and he didn't like it that you were a Parseltongue, never mind that it really had nothing to do with me."
"He did this because I can talk to snakes?" Harry asked in confusion, again caressing the scar lightly with his fingertips.
"Not exactly. He did this because he was angry. If it wasn't me that he was angry at, he didn't care. My mother was sent away for a few days and she's the only one that could ever stop him. Usually he tormented the house elves when I wasn't there, but if I was he would take it out on me. The house elves were forbidden from entering the basement of the manor no matter what. He never went far enough that it would kill me, but he could drag things on for days.
"That one he would take a knife and poke it in an inch or two, then twist it and pull it back out. He'd do that several times before he left. A few hours later, just long enough for the bleeding to nearly stop, he'd come back down and do it again. My father only ever sleeps for four hours at a time. I was down there until my mother came home. By that time there was no way she could have healed it without scarring."
Harry bent down and replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing the scar with open-mouthed kisses. Draco smiled at Harry, his breath hitching just a bit from the tenderness before he pulled Harry's head up so he had his attention.
"As much as I'd like to stay in bed all day with you, we should really get dressed and let the others see us. They might think we've done damage to each other."
"I doubt that, Draco," Harry answered with a laugh, but rolled away from Draco anyway and got off the bed. "I suppose that you never know who might show up and I certainly don't want a Professor or Ron to come looking for me and find us in here like this. I don't care to hear a Snape lecture and Ron would be even worse."
"Would it really be so bad?"
"That they know?"
"Yes."
"No. I was planning on telling them, but if Ron came in and saw us naked together, I think he might have a heart attack," Harry said, pulling his lover from the bed and into a reassuring kiss.
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