Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction.

Summary: Non-Epilogue compliant. Harry, mid fight against remaining Death Eater factions, finds himself somehow transported to a strange world, Narnia. He learns to live, to love, and eventually to be a little bit selfish.

Warnings: Slash. Cross dimension travel. Character death. Murder, violence, fighting. Smut in this chapter.

Pairings: HP/EP.

Chapter 11

Narnia year 1007 - Winter

Harry sat in the courtyard watching Edmund walk some recruits through basic training. He and Edmund had been back from the Stone Table for a few weeks and in that time, and the time since they got together, they had done nothing more than kiss. Harry wondered why that was.

He knew he hadn't pushed for more, hadn't even really known how to bring it up in conversation or even how to approach that topic. He felt like he was getting more and more frustrated because his d reacted every time they clashed together and it was making him tense and agitated that he was so frustrated all the time.

Harry knew he wasn't experienced in the ways of love. He and Ginny had never really gotten past the hand holding and making out part of their relationship, and once Harry had endured the 'birds and the bees' talk with Mr and Mrs Weasley he had been far too embarrassed to even think about being intimate with Ginny. He hadn't even contemplated sex up until recently and now it was on his mind constantly. He had endured wet dreams, which Edmund had once or twice mistaken for nightmares when they slept together. He daydreamed about it constantly, wondered what it would be like to touch Edmund more intimately and have Edmund do the same back. He imagined all the things the guys talked about in the Auror locker rooms. Most of it was distasteful and vulgar at the time, and in honestly it still was distasteful. But Harry remembered it and wondered with alarming frequency now.

Edmund didn't seem to be having any difficulties with any of that though. There had been no hint of wanting to do anything else but kiss and hold each other. Touches had been no more intimate than arms clasping around Harry's waist or draped around his shoulders. The kisses ranged from feverish and desperate, to slow and loving. Harry loved the contrast but it never gave him much of an indication as to whether Edmund felt desperate for more than kissing.

He didn't know what to do.

"…and Christmas is coming up and I want to plan a huge party. Susan agrees with me. We should have all our friends over and have a huge celebration. I have already asked Godon to organise the band but I was hoping you could organise the decorations for us Harry?"

"I have always helped you with decorating Lucy, why would you think I wouldn't this year?"

"Well I didn't want to take you for granted." She smiled and Harry clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"You are too considerate sometimes. Of course I will help you in any way that I can. You know you only need to ask." He reassured her and Lucy beamed at him, swayed on the spot then twirled around and walked down the corridor.

"I know! Thank you Harry."

Harry let himself into the library and made himself comfortable at his table. He was distracting himself from Edmund as much as possible because his mind was getting far too wrapped up in his imagination, memory of Edmund's kisses, and the wish for Edmund to be with him most of the time. He was sure his obsessiveness was not healthy, and it certainly wasn't helpful to his already fried nerves. He felt like he was on tenterhooks constantly. His body was wound up beyond belief and even a viciously exhausting sword training session hadn't helped cool him off.

So, Harry had begun turning his focus to wandless magic. It was tricky, and in some cases damn near impossible, but it was a challenging goal and it helped immensely to keep him occupied.

Harry set a button down on the table and began concentrating. Wingardium Leviosa had been one of the earliest spells he had learned which probably meant it was an easy spell. Therefore it, along with several others, would be perfect to continue trying to master with wandless magic. Harry had already mastered the stupefy spell, lumos, knox, and the disarm spell Expelliarmus. They were his most comfortable spells and some of the ones he frequently used. Wingardium Leviosa was one of Harry's newest spells to try because it was another one of the ones he frequently used at Christmas time and now that Lucy had asked for his help to decorate Cair Paravel again he would need that spell a lot.

Harry pushed open the door to his room slid in and was immediately crushed against the door with a hand to his chest and lips smothering his. He yelped, he knew he did, especially when the door slammed shut next to him. Hands then cupped his face and desperately starved lips feasted on his.

Harry groaned, abandoned the stuff he was carrying to gravity and the floor, and wrapped his arms around Edmund's shoulders to ground himself as the kisses took away every conscious thought from his mind.

"I couldn't wait to get you alone!" Edmund panted harshly, blasting the words out between kisses and breathing. His body pressed forwards and he devoured Harry in another kiss. Harry grinned and kissed back as good as he got. They separated only for breath, hot moist air being puffed against each other's lips as they urgently drew air into their protesting lungs.

A frantic hand scratched across Harry's scalp, carding through his hair then slid down to his neck. Ed used his hand to tile Harry's head back then pressed down into another kiss. His body pressed Harry's to the door not leaving a single millimetre between them. Harry didn't mind, he loved it. He pressed against Edmund, gripping him tightly and twined his tongue with Edmund's. He wiggled a bit when his arousal built and demanded he move.

Edmund's tongue thrust into Harry's mouth and his hot lips seared against Harry's. Harry licked and sucked, clutching at Ed with all his might. He moved a little, lifting up the slightest bit onto his tiptoes and…

…Edmund pulled back sharply. His whole body left Harry's with a violent jerk. His eyes were screwed shut. He was panting more furiously than he would had he bene running. His cheeks were fused red and shone brightly, his lips were still parted and glistening with wetness. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips sporadically as he just breathed and maintained his distance from Harry.

"Ed?"

"I…I'm sorry." Edmund panted and opened his eyes looking very apologetic. He shifted to the side of Harry and turned around to lean against the door.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, standing up straight and no longer using the door to hold him upright as Edmund had taken to doing. Edmund's cheeks flushed an embarrassed red colour and his eyes flicked and flitted around with clear humiliation.

"I just…it keeps happening and I had to stop kissing you before it got worse."

Harry frowned, both parts horror and curiosity marring with pain, worry and regret.

"What keeps happening? Are you alright?"

"This…" Edmund indicated to just below his belt and went absolutely scarlet. He couldn't even look at Harry now but that was OK because Harry looked to where Edmund had pointed and could not take his eyes away.

Edmund was aroused. A lump of unmistakable shape now bulged beneath Edmund's leggings and tunic. Harry knew what that was. He was a bloke, of course he knew what that was. He felt unbelievably overwhelmed. Edmund was aroused because they had been kissing. All this time Harry had been worrying that they hadn't taken things any further in the bedroom because he thought maybe Edmund wasn't attracted to him or just didn't want to. Now though…

"Ed…" Harry whispered and Edmund shifted uncomfortably and turned his head away.

"Don't worry. It will go away eventually, I promise."

Harry licked his lips and turned astonished eyes on to Edmund's tortured expression.

"Oh Ed…" Harry breathed with a smile creeping over his lips. He stepped up to Edmund and put his hands on Edmund's cheeks turning his face back to look at Harry. Tortured and embarrassed dark eyes stared at him anxiously and Harry meant to give Ed a reassuring smile but he knew he gave a beaming one instead. He stroked Edmund's face, leaned in and kissed him, pressing his chest to Ed's. Ed gave an astonished squeak and tried to push Harry away. Harry gave him space but not too much.

"Harry please I know it's not nor…"

"Oh Ed how long have you been suffering? How many times has it happened and you had to wait for it to go away."

"I swear it…" Edmund went to reassure Harry but something washed across his face and his reassuring face crumbled away to heartbreak. "Every time."

He was so upset by it…by something so natural.

Except…would he know it was natural?

"Everytime what? Every time we kissed?" Edmund nodded pitifully and Harry laughed, he couldn't help himself. Edmund shot him a look of immense hurt and tried to get up. "No! No I'm sorry for laughing! I didn't mean to hurt you it's just…I'm so happy!"

"Happy?! Why on earth would you be happy about this?!" Edmund demanded, eyes spitting with anger to mask the pain hidden in those eyes. Ed tried to shrug off Harry's hands but Harry didn't let him, instead he pressed closer and lightly kissed Edmund's unresponsive, firmest lips.

"Because it's natural and I was so worried that you didn't feel anything when we kissed. I've been suffering too Ed, see?" Harry pressed his hips close so he could press his groin against Edmund's leg.

Edmund's eyes went wide in shock and astonishment. Then they narrowed in question and Harry had to bite his tongue to rein back any words. He leaned in and kissed Edmund once more then took a few breaths to calm himself.

"That is what is supposed to happen when two people are attracted to each other. Their bodies react so they can be intimate together. Men react this way." Harry reached carefully down and touched his fingertips to the hardness inside Ed's trousers. Ed's breathing hitched, his eyes going wide. Harry smiled at him and kissed him briefly again.

"Why?" Ed finally croaked out.

"It is so that they can feel more pleasure with their partner. Here, let me show you." Harry boldly pressed the rest of his hand against Edmund's groin. Edmund's eyes fluttered shut immediately, his mouth hanging open and a strangled sound strained out of his throat. Harry shushed him, whispered reassurance and love to him then stroked and rubbed and caressed.

Harry couldn't believe that Edmund did not have any idea of what was happening in his body. However, at the same time, Harry could understand it. Edmund had been in Narnia since before puberty hit him and a talk on sex and body changes would have been carried out by a male father figure. In Narnia the talk was covered by Mr Beaver…who was a beaver. It didn't exactly correlate that Mr Beaver would be able to give a talk to explain human reactions to pleasure and what could be done to please your partner, or be done to please you. Harry would guess that the talk Mr Beaver gave was a very simple one, the quick reproductive system talk and that was it.

His cheeks flushed, lips bright red and wet with the constant licking, Edmund kept his eyes shut and gasped and groaned as Harry kept touching him. Harry's heart felt like it would burst! Pride, happiness, love, adoration, amazement…all of it made him feel like he was flying.

He was giving Edmund this pleasure.

Him.

And with such a simple touch…a touch he had been craving for weeks and weeks. A touch that had been tantalisingly out of their grasp because of ignorance. An ignorance that had kept them frustrated and denied for too long.

No more.

Harry pressed a little harder and rubbed. Edmund gasped, his eyes going wide and hips pressing into the touch. Harry smiled and kissed him. Edmund's hands grasped painfully at Harry's hair but he dismissed that as Edmund started frantically pushing into his hand. He started making a choking noises like he was trying to say something but it got caught on a moan or a gasp. Harry pulled away from the painful and sloppy kiss and watched.

Edmund gasped and panted against his lips. His eyes were shut again. Moans and whimpers poured from his lips. That tongue swept over his lips again. His breathing hitched and he flung his head back with a harsh gasp.

His body seized. He went completely rigid, all muscles tensing including the ones in his neck and shoulders straining with the arch of his neck.

Then he groaned. He shuddered.

He melted.

Ed huffed out a long breath, leaned his head forwards and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry felt the change beneath his palm and slowed his rubbing. He slowed to an eventual stop and wrapped his arms around Edmund who sluggishly embraced him back. Harry couldn't restrain his laugh. He clutched Edmund tighter and grinned for nobody to see.

"That…"

"Hm?" Harry hummed to prompt Edmund who didn't seem able to coherently string words together yet. Ed shook his head against Harry's shoulder, pressed a kiss to Harry's neck which had Harry shuddering, then drew away a little so they could look eye to eye. Ed's eyes were burning. Burning.

"We are doing that again!" Edmund declared and grabbed at Harry, pushing them across the room towards Harry's bed.

Harry laughed. "What, now?!" He asked incredulously.

"Yes now. Now and later, and tomorrow, and the day after…as often as we can! That was…amazing! And I plan to do it over and over and over and over again."

"Do you now…" Harry teased. Edmund looked at him and gave him a smirk worthy of shuddering.

"Over and over again…" He said then shoved Harry. Harry toppled backwards, not expecting the sudden shove. He flailed as he fell backwards but he landed on the soft mattress of his bed and could do nothing more than laugh and shudder in desire at the look Edmund gave him. Edmund's eyes burned, his face was flushed and a lavish grin painted on kissed red lips. Ed climbed onto the bed next to him and pressed him into a desperate kiss his clumsy hand seeking Harry's groin.

Harry groaned this time, eyes rolling. He bit his lip and did his best to breath and kiss as his world descended into pleasure so consuming he was aware of nothing else but him and Edmund.

The castle was decorated with flowers and baubles everywhere. They hung from the ceiling, the walls, from plants, from wreaths…there were even baubles hanging from the ends of tables. Harry had charmed various flowers up the walls and had candles floating around the place. He had strung magical lights around various things making them glow whatever colour Lucy had decided upon and he had magicked blocks of ice into different shapes and made them un-meltable and glowing. All in all it looked like Christmas had exploded upon Cair Paravel.

Although it was a wonder Harry had time to do any of the Christmas decorations after all.

He was bone tire and almost delirious on pleasure. Edmund had that same giddiness but had proved to be more of insatiable than anyone Harry had ever heard about. Since their first night of pleasureing each other Edmund had taken to stealing Harry away at random moments of the day until they were both pleasured out then they returned to their duties. Harry loved it! He never knew where Edmund was going to spring from next and it kept him constantly on edge with anticipiation. Then after they had enjoyed their little tryst Harry would spend the next few hours beaming or feeling completely wiped out. It had gotten to the point that Lucy had ordered him to rest a few times and had asked if he was coming down with something.

Harry had never felt so alive or happy.

"Harry? Are you and Ed joining us in the games room later?" Susan's voice caught Harry's attention

"Probably, why?"

"Because you two have disappeared every day for the last week." Harry was on the receiving end of a reproachful look then and he could only dip his head slightly in acknowledgement of the chastisement.

"We will be there today."

"Good."

Harry sighed and, assuming the conversation was over, he turned away to walk to the courtyard where he knew Edmund would be either reading, chatting or sparring. He jogged down the stairs, wormed his way through the corridors then took another set of stairs, smaller and narrower this time, to the small wooden door that led to the courtyard. All the passages in Cair Paravel were known to him now and he loved making his way through the place just as much as he had enjoyed Hogwarts. Castles, it seemed, were his idea of home. Harry snorted to himself, that just made him sound conceited.

He pushed through the door, took the last step down onto the ground level and into the courtyard, allowing the door to shut itself. He walked out between the arches and into the sun, scanning around for Edmund who had to be somewhere.

"Ed?" He called as he scanned around. He had been so sure Edmund was here…ah. Over in the far corner Ed was sat on a bench reading through a somewhat large tome, although at Harry's call he had lifted his head.

"Harry?" Ed questioned with a grin, then stood up and abandoned the book to the bench. Harry quickly hurried across the cobbles giving Ed a wide grin.

"Hey." He greeted casually and came to a halt a meter or so before the king. Edmund's eyes twinkled and he smirked, inclining his head a little and returning the greeting, if with a little more political correctness.

"Hello."

"Susan just caught up with me and asked if we were joining your family in the games room tonight." Edmund's amusement waned a little and he gave Harry a considering look, eyes sweeping down the length of Harry's body and sending a delicious shiver in their wake. Harry swallowed, crossed his arms over his chest and took a slight step backwards. Edmund frowned a little.

"And what did you answer?"

"That we would be there." Harry said with certainty. Edmund frowned a little harder.

"And will we?"

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, which only served to make Edmund's frown even more pronounced. "Ed…we've kept to ourselves a lot lately. We haven't spent time with your family for ages and if we don't change that then they will suspect something or start getting upset that we are neglecting them, or worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah. You know." Harry answered vaguely then rushed on before Edmund could get him to clarify. "Look. One night is hardly going to kill us is it?"

"Oh I don't know." Edmund joked then shook his head. "Alright. One night. That should get the family off our backs and you can stop worrying."

"Who said I was worrying?!" Harry demanded petulantly which had Edmund laugh and shake his head once more.

"You did when you started jabbering nonsense. I'll spend time with my family tonight but you are coming too and, since my evening plans have to be put on hold, I think now is a good time to steal you away." Edmund stepped forwards and Harry took a hurried step back.

"Oh no…no no. You were reading, I interrupted you. I'm sure you are busy and I've got stuff to be getting on with so I'll just…" Harry trailed off as Edmund just advanced further. His heart in his throat and heat spreading deliciously Harry faltered in his steps and fell. Edmund grabbed for him to stop him falling but that only made both of them fall. Landing with a groan Harry huffed out a curse then froze as Edmund shifted a bit where he was pressed on top of Harry.

"Eager huh?" Edmund smirked and shifted a little again which had Harry's eyes rolling and a stifled moan to slide past his lips as the very slight movement caused friction in a sinfully sensitive place.

"Someone will see." Harry whispered at last, pushing his libido down and trying to convey how serious the situation really was to Edmund. Ed just laughed.

"Come on then." Edmund hefted himself up to his feet then held a hand out to Harry. He slid his hand into Ed's, grasping it and stroking the smooth skin slightly with the pad of his thumb. His nerves were alight and even just the simple touch was heightening his nerves. He was yanked up to his feet and ended up being mere centimetres away from Ed's face. His held his breath, unable to look away or even move. Arousal was bubbling inside him now and Ed's intense gaze was doing nothing but stoking the fire. "Our room? Or are you still trying to say no?"

"Yes." Harry whispered and Ed smirked.

"Yes to which one? Stopping? Or going to our room?"

Harry groaned. He was going to regret this later. He was already imagining falling asleep at the family gathering…but he couldn't say no. He really couldn't. Not when everything in him was now burning to feel Ed and to touch him.

"Our room." Harry blurted out and Ed grinned, flushed a beautiful red colour and hitched in an eager breath.

"OK. Meet you there in a few minutes?"

"Yeah." Harry breathed, mustered all his determination and will and turned away from Edmund to start making towards the door. He risked a small glance over his shoulder to Ed who had just bent down to pick up the book. His leggings stretched over his muscles and outlined the beautiful shape of his arse as he did so. Harry bit his lip, pausing in his movement to watch. Then Ed stood, turned and froze, his eyes dark and glistening as they stared at Harry filled with heat. Harry closed his eyes feeling arousal travel down to his groin. The number of times he had seen Edmund look like that…that heated look when…

Harry groaned. Peeled his eyes open and gave Edmund a small nod. Oh they were going to their rooms alright but Harry was going to be the first on there. It might give him some time to calm himself down so he didn't just orgasm as soon as Edmund got his hands on him. Harry summoned his magic, turned on the spot and with a crack he disapparated.