“Are
you really? Harry, that’s great,” Hermione was excited. “It
is for me, but not the people I serve dope to,” Harry said from
the bathroom turning on the water. “No more dope for anybody
since I’m not using. I’ll be hell bent on ridding this
school of drugs.” Harry laughed hard. “Oh my god. I can’t
believe I just said that.” Harry stopped speaking and they all
knew he was in the shower washing. “Draco
Malfoy and Harry Potter,” Dean said rubbing his eyes with his
fingertips. “I must be in some alternate universe.” “We’ve
seen them together, Dean,” Seamus said. “And…they
look…well, good together if you can imagine that.” “I
think Harry went for Malfoy because they are almost equal here at
Hogwarts,” Hermione said. “Draco is very strong willed
and a leader. Harry would desire to find that in a person, I think.
It’s evident that Harry doesn’t like weakness and
especially any sub-servant female. That’s the way he is.” “Harry
wanted somebody he could fight with,” Ron said. Seamus and Dean
nodded. “But
they don’t fight,” Hermione said. “Harry
has been with half the school, Herm,” Seamus said. “And
I’m bisexual, too. So I understand where Harry would want to
hook up with someone that…well, wasn’t so soft all the
time. It’s good to be able to have it rough once in a while and
even be physically…well, aggressive with another person. And
I’ve found that women aren’t generally acceptable to
wrestling with me.” “That’s
not necessarily true,” Hermione said. “Women like it
rough sometimes, too, Seamus. It just has to be the at right time and
not all the time.” “Are
you saying you could be rough with me?” Ron asked with a grin. “I’m
saying I could hurt you bad, baby,” Hermione said. Harry
laughed from the bathroom. “Shut up you fruitcake before I slap
you silly.” “Bring
it on,” Harry said. “I might like it.” “Lay
off my woman, boy,” Ron said. Harry came out of the bathroom
wearing boxers towel drying his hair. “Who
in the hell started that boy who lived bullshit anyway? I swear to
each one of you in this room if I ever find the person who started
that, I will kill them with my bare hands,” Harry said. “And
I’m not a boy anymore, Ronniekins. And I’d prove it to
you if you weren’t so sickeningly straight.” “But
you can’t do that,” Hermione grinned. “You have a
relationship now, Harry, lest you forget.” “How
could I forget that?” Harry asked. “Best thing to ever
happen to me. And it’s with Draco. Who would have thought?”
Harry asked himself as he was sliding into his nice crisp white
shirt. “Actually I would have. I’ve wanted to nail him
for two years.” Harry said. “But that was just for fun.
It’s much better in reality. And I know you know that Seamus.” “Yes,
I do,” Seamus said. “I’m jealous, Harry.” “Tough
shit,” Harry said. “Draco is mine and he’ll never
want for anything more than what I can give him.” “Little
bit confident aren’t you?” Ron taunted. “You’re
not all that, Harry.” Ron teased. “Ron,
honey, you have no idea what I can do,” Harry said with that
arrogant drawled. “But I can give you just a taste of it by
touching you.” “Bring
it then,” Ron said. Harry walked over the put his hand on Ron’s
neck and sent a hard wave of pure sexual pleasure through Ron’s
body. “Oh fuck!” Ron grabbed his now throbbing cock as
Harry went to his own bed and laughed as he fastened his pants and
was putting on his belt. “What the fuck was that? How did you
do it and please, oh god do it again.” “Can’t
do it,” Harry said looping his belt through the loops. “That’s
only for Draco. Can you imagine that times ten and during some
incredible mind blowing sex? Oh hell it’s good.” “I’ll
say,” Ron said thinking it over. “Do
that to me, Harry. I want to feel it,” Hermione said.
“Sorry.
You said I was too skinny and I’m pissed at you,” Harry
said as he was sliding his feet into his shoes.
“You
sorry bastard. Get over here and give it to me before I punch you,”
Hermione said. Harry walked over and placed a hand on her thigh
lightly and sent the thrilling orgasmic wave up through her body
toward her crotch. Hermione gasped and whimpered lightly. “Oh
hell yes…oh my god that is so damn good. I could get used to
that.” “Give
me some,” Dean pleaded. “Oh
hell,” Harry said crossing the room. Harry gave the shocking
wave of orgasm through them both and left them breathless. “Now.
You can’t have it again so I hate to tell you that I’m
taken. Sorry.” Harry laughed at himself. “That
is some good shit,” Dean said of the feeling. “I still
feel it. Hell, I’m hard as a rock now. Look what you did,
Harry.” “Take
care of it yourself. I’m saving myself for my pureblood
Slytherin lover,” Harry said with a laugh. “I can’t
believe I said that. Me and Malfoy.” “Does
Albus know?” Seamus asked. “Yeah,
he does,” Harry said. “He almost had a heart attack.”
Harry laughed as he was combing his hair. “What the fuck is up
with my hair? Hermione, come help me.” “You’re
pathetic,” Hermione insulted. “You fight evil and can’t
even comb your damn hair the right way.” They all laughed at
the irony of it. “Hermione,
did you tell Harry about that spell you found for him last week?”
Ron asked the two in the bathroom. “Oh,
Harry, I found a spell that lasts for four hours which focuses your
eyes so you don’t have to wear your glasses,” Hermione
said. “I tried it on Dennis Creevey and it worked perfectly.” “Give
it to me now and I won’t wear my glasses tonight,” Harry
said. “You
want it for tonight?” Hermione asked finishing with Harry’s
hair. “There. That looks nice. For once.” “Shut
up. But that does look nice. Give me the spell,” Harry said.
Harry followed Hermione out of the bathroom so that she could get her
wand. Harry sat on the bed. Just to be irritating Hermione aimed her
wand at his throat. “Kill me if you want.” Harry held out
his hands. “You think this is first time I’ve had a wand
at my throat?” “Hell
no,” Hermione said. “I know it’s not.” “I’m
not afraid of you because you have no intent. I sense things like
that you know,” Harry said. “It’s an Occlumens
thing. Come on. Give me that spell.” Hermione nodded and backed
up a bit. With a flick and swish she cast the occulus spell and Harry
blinked several times and looked around. “Well?”
Hermione asked. “Perfect.
Thanks,” Harry said. “I’ll remember that. And I’ll
reward you for it.” “You
don’t have to reward me for anything, stupid,” Hermione
said. “I just happened across that spell while studying in the
restricted section.” “You
just cast me a dark arts spell?” Harry asked. “Sort
of,” Hermione said. “It’s not a dark arts spell,
actually. It was for clearing and focusing vision.” “I’ve
already had seven Unforgivables today, Herm. I don’t need
anything else,” Harry said.
“Seven?
All pain curses?” Ron asked. “No,
two were that Imperius crap that never worked on me to begin with,”
Harry said as he was sliding the tie around his neck. Harry walked to
the mirror to fix his tie and Hermione couldn’t take it
anymore. “Here.
Turn around,” Hermione said. Harry let her fix his tie. “Hermione
will make you a good wife, Ron,” Harry teased. “Won’t
you, Herm?” “Harry,
lean down. I can’t reach you,” Hermione said. Harry did
as requested and their faces were close. “It
looks like you’re about to kiss her,” Seamus laughed. “He
won’t,” Ron said. Harry took Hermione’s face in his
palms and kissed her deeply for a moment until Ron pulled Harry back
and Harry laughed. “Ron,
I think I deserved that,” Harry said as Hermione finished his
tie. “There,”
Hermione said of the tie. “Much better. And you kiss well,
Harry.” “Thanks,”
Harry checked out the tie. “That does look good. Okay.”
Harry went across the room and popped open his trunk and fumbled
through it. “Don’t
be kissing my woman, Harry,” Ron said. “Why
not?” Harry asked giving Ron the look. “Ron, Draco is a
great kisser.” Harry grinned. Ron tried to look as if he knew
nothing. “Is
he?” Ron asked remembering kissing Draco in the locker room as
Harry watched. “Oh,
yes,” Harry teased. “He’s better than you are.” “Never,”
Ron said with a grin. Harry laughed and put on a dab of cologne and
picked up his tiepin that was silver and in the shape of a griffin. “Draco
will hate that,” Harry said of the tie pin. “So I’ll
wear it anyway.” Harry grinned and put the tiepin on and was
dressed fully. “How do I look?” “Fabulous,”
Seamus said. “Perfectly
fuckable,” Dean said. Harry laughed. “You’d
better not let Draco hear you say that,” Ron said. “Especially
if Harry’s been giving Draco that little burst of sex he just
gave each of us.” “Draco
loves it,” Harry said checking his watch. “I have a half
hour.” Harry stood and put his finger on his lip in thought. “I
have two things I need to do. And…everyone will see me in this
suit. So, I’ll need to use my cloak.” Harry dug into his
trunk again for his invisibility cloak. “You’ve
not used that in a while,” Ron said.
“I
don’t need to anymore,” Harry said. “I have
virtually nothing to hide.” “Except
your relationship with Malfoy,” Seamus said. Harry sighed. “I
don’t know,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t care one
way or the other. But we decided that since he’s DE and in
Slytherin that we’d need to lay off with the public service
announcements for a while. And…there are a few other reasons,
but we’ll be seen together some in public soon.” “Starting
with that Slytherin party,” Dean said. Harry nodded as he
walked to his closet again and pulled out two nice black capes. “Which
one, Herm?” Harry asked. Hermione looked at each closely and
chose the more appropriate for Harry’s suit and Hermione
assisted him with putting it over his shoulders. Harry clasped the
cape at his breastbone and took in his final appearance in the
mirror. “You
look so nice,” Hermione said with her kind smile. “Draco
will have a fit seeing you in that.” “He’s
wearing that black silk cape that I just love,” Harry said. “He
always looked so good in it. Don’t you think?” “Yes,
he does,” Hermione said. “Is that the one with the silver
trim?” “Hell
yes,” Harry said seductively. “Draco is so fine. And shut
up, Seamus. I know you know that.” “I
didn’t say anything,” Seamus said.
“I
read your thoughts, but I happen to agree with them. Draco does have
a very nice ass,” Harry said with a grin. “Okay. I’m
going.” “Where
are you going on your date?” Hermione asked. “There’s
hardly any place to go, Harry.” “London,”
Harry said. “I’m taking Draco to the Mandarin.” “London?
Do you have permission?” Dean asked. Harry gave Dean the look. “Do
I look like I need permission from anyone to do any fucking thing?”
Harry asked. “Don’t insult me, Dean.” “But,
Harry. You should at least let someone know,” Ron said. “I
just did,” Harry grinned at them all. “As far as you
know, I have attended some banquet with Albus or some other lie if
anyone asks. I should be away from the school until one or two in the
morning and I’ll be in the den after that.” “Where?”
Hermione asked. Harry gave a small laugh. “The
den. My other room,” Harry said. “With Draco, of course.
And with that, I will leave your company.” Harry turned toward
the door. “Have
fun,” Ron said slyly. “Ron,
when Draco and I are together, I never know what will happen,”
Harry said. “We’re both very odd at times, so…I
could stay gone for a week. Don’t wait up.” Harry winked
at them, pulled up his invisibility cloak and the vanished figure
left the room. “Harry
looks so fine,” Seamus said. “I’d give anything if
I was with him.” “Why
didn’t you ever tell him how you felt, Seamus?” Ron
asked. “Harry never knew you were totally in love with him.” “I
wasn’t in love with him exactly,” Seamus said as he
flopped down on his bed. “But, hell. How could anyone not want
Harry? He has that…whatever the hell it is that just fucks
with my head. I’d give anything to have sex with Harry Potter.” “Seamus,
Harry is your friend,” Hermione said. “You shouldn’t
feel that way about your friends.” “Can
you honestly say that you wouldn’t want to just fuck Harry one
good time?” Dean asked Hermione. “Ron, do you mind if
Hermione answers that question in all honesty?” “No,
I don’t mind at all because Harry is one fine looking guy,”
Ron said. “If I was so inclined and bisexual, I could go for
Harry easy.” “You’re
kidding me,” Hermione said. “I thought that Seamus would
be more your type if you were into other guys.” “Yeah,
Seamus is cute and has that swervy hips thing. And Seam is more soft
and sweet,” Ron said. “Hell,
let’s just all admit that we’d like to have a go with
Harry in the sack,” Dean said. “And…I don’t
think it’s just because of his name. Harry is…well, he’s
just…down right sexy and totally fuckable. Slim and tanned…”
Dean grunted.
“Shut
up, Dean, you’re not helping,” Seamus said. Hermione
laughed. “I
have thought about Harry that way, but…I would never act on
that,” Hermione said. “It’s always been more about
friendship with Harry. Hell, I’ve seen him naked enough times
that I never even notice anymore. He does have a nice body, but he’s
still too skinny.” They all laughed at Hermione’s
assessment. “Am
I too skinny, too?” Dean asked standing up and pulling up his
shirt. “Yeah,
you are,” Seamus said. “But you’re okay. Want to
have sex with me?” “I
could do that,” Dean said in his teasing way. “Oh
hell,” Ron said standing up and taking Hermione’s hand.
“Come on, Herm.” “Bye,
you guys. Have fun,” Hermione said as they left the room. “Were
you serious?” Dean asked Seamus who gave a soft look. “Yeah,”
Seamus said. “You want to have sex with me? I’d do it.” “I’ve
never been with another guy, Seamus,” Dean said. “And…well,
you’re my best friend. That would be sort of odd, don’t
you think?” “It
might be,” Seamus said. “If you don’t want to, we
won’t. But if we did, then afterward we could decide that it
was just experimentation with each other and let it drop, or…if
we wanted to we could…I don’t know, see if we want to
continue with it maybe.” “Are
you saying that we could have…some sort of…relationship?
Like…a real relationship together?” Dean asked. “I’m
not rushing it, Deano,” Seamus said. “But…you know
I love you already as my best friend. Maybe that could grow into
something else.” Seamus reached out his hand to Dean who looked
at the hand. “Be
gentle with me,” Dean said timidly as he took the hand offered. Harry
left the common room and headed directly toward the den. Harry was
almost shaking when he arrived. After the spoon was heated and three
syringes were drawn, Harry plunged the vein with one and took the
high that was needed to sate his body with the drug. He put the other
two into his pocket for later if needed. “Dammit,”
Harry whispered at having to do this ritual to feel normal. Harry
went through the bucket of cash and counted out all the money again.
Harry took the whole amount except for a few small pieces of change
and stuffed it into his wallet. Hemmlett would be giving Harry the
money tonight for the upcoming delivery of the load of dope. Harry
walked from the den in the invisibility cloak up to the Ravenclaw
common room where he waited for a moment, gave the password and
entered. Harry moved silently through the dorm rooms until he found
Hemmlett’s room where Paul was speaking with two other boys.
Harry pulled off the cloak and shrank it quickly stuffing it into his
pocket. “Come,”
Paul yelled from the room when Harry knocked. Harry entered and
Paul’s eyes grew wide as did the other two boys’. “I
need to speak with you,” Harry told Paul firmly. Paul motioned
for the other two to leave and they did so. Harry closed the door and
waved up a silencing ward. “You got the money?” “Right
here,” Paul opened the drawer of his desk at which he sat and
tossed the envelope carelessly on the bed. Harry picked it up and
shuffled through it quickly. “I
won’t be at the evening meal,” Harry said. “I have
other matters to attend. Forgive the intrusion, but I wanted to see
if you know Danny Witt in Slytherin.” “I
know him. I’ve dealt to him before,” Paul said. Harry
nodded. “Why?” “Danny
has done me a small favor, and I wish to reward his loyalty,”
Harry said. “If you had another slot for a seller, I’d
like for you to consider him.” “And
you trust him?” Paul asked. Harry tilted his head a bit. “For
now I do,” Harry said. “He’s performing a task for
me and I will wait for a few days to see how he’s done. If he
holds up his end, then, I’d like for you to employ him as a
slinger for the Slytherins. You know that all the snakes would come
to Draco to get their shit for them anyway and I don’t want
Draco around it anymore. If Danny were in the dungeon doing the
dealing, then that takes care of it.” “I
see,” Paul said. “Makes sense. You let me know if you
want Danny in, and I’ll do as you ask now that our arrangement
has been taken care of.” “It’s
not finished, Paul,” Harry said. “You’re meeting me
tomorrow. You know where.” Paul nodded obediently. “Fine.
Nice room, by the way. I need to go.” “You
are a sly one, Potter,” Paul said with a grin. “Don’t
reveal my secrets and I won’t be forced to kill you, Paul,”
Harry grinned kindly and gave a short wink as he left. When in the
hallway, Harry pulled the invisibility cloak quickly, resized it and
had it on and invisible in a matter of seconds. Harry quickly left
the Ravenclaw area and headed back toward the den where it would only
be a few minutes until Draco arrived. Harry entered to see that Draco
was already present. “Lovely,”
Harry said of Draco’s attire. “Simply magnificent.”
Draco turned to give the full effect. “So damn sexy I can’t
take my eyes off you.” “Harry,
you look stunning,” Draco was very pleased. “Baby, you
look great. Very, very fine.” “Are
you trying to seduce me?” Harry teased with a pretend gasp. “Yes,
lover,” Draco sauntered over to take Harry’s face in his
hands. “I plan to make this a night you won’t ever
forget.” Harry’s chest swelled with the anticipation,
emotion and fullness of Draco’s words and touch before Draco’s
warm moist lips were upon his own. Draco drew away from the kiss
gently tugging on Harry’s lip. “Where are your glasses?” “Gone.
Hermione found a spell for me that lasts for four hours,” Harry
said. “But I have my glasses in my pocket just in case we stay
out later than that. Are you ready to go?” “I
was thinking that we are supposed to meet Hemmlett tonight for the
cash,” Draco said. “I’ve
taken care of it,” Harry said. “I have the money already.
We’ll need to stop in and pick up the stash after we have our
evening if that’s okay with you.” “Fine
with me,” Draco said. “Are we going down the long
corridor?” “No,”
Harry said. “We’re taking a carriage to Hogsmeade and
apparating from there.” “A
carriage? You mean like a nice horse drawn ride on this moonlit
night?” Draco asked. “Exactly,”
Harry said softly. “Romantic, isn’t it?” Harry
grinned. “Yes,
very,” Draco said. “Do you treat all your dates so
nicely?” “No,”
Harry said. “I usually just get them high, fuck them silly, and
send them on their way.” “No,
what I meant was…a date,” Draco said. “Like, going
out with someone. Do you treat all your dates so special?” “You
can let me know,” Harry said. “I’ve never taken
anyone out like this. I’ve had dates for school dances, the
Christmas Ball and other functions, but never…never like this.
This is special.” “I’m
honored,” Draco was touched. “Yes,
I’m sure you are,” Harry said sarcastically. “You
always called me a the four eyed geek who couldn’t get a date.
I guess you were right about that.” “Harry,
you know what I meant,” Draco said embarrassed. “Yeah,
I do,” Harry said. “You meant that I was a four eyed geek
who couldn’t get a date.” They each laughed softly. “I’m
sorry,” Draco said quietly. “No,
I just wanted to remind you of that so you could eat those words at
being my date,” Harry said with a laugh. “You’re
evil,” Draco said. “You really like having revenge on me,
don’t you? Is all this just some terribly cruel revenge on me?
To make me…um…hate you and then you leave me?”
Harry caught the word and it’s intended meaning. “No,”
Harry said truthfully. “I would never hurt you like that.
Others? Yeah, maybe. But not you.” “Why
not me? I’ve been awful to you over the years, Harry,”
Draco realized. “I can’t believe all the crap I’ve
done to you. I could have killed you with that stunt during your
Quidditch match when I knocked you off your broom. I remember you
falling. Damn, I was so stupid.” “Don’t
worry about it,” Harry said taking Draco’s hand. “I’ll
get revenge for that, too.” Harry gave that evilly sexy smile. “So
tonight is revenge for me teasing you about dating,” Draco
stated. “What could be your revenge to me for making you fall?”
Harry gave Draco a soft look at the last word. “Maybe
I’m still falling,” Harry said softly. “Let’s
go.” Harry pulled up the invisibility cloak, shrank it and put
it into his pocket for safekeeping. Harry took Draco’s hand and
guided it to the crook of his arm and led Draco from the room and out
of the side door where a carriage was waiting for them. Harry
assisted Draco into the driverless carriage and the thestral trotted
away with them. It was a lovely warm evening at dusk and the last of
the colors of sunset could be seen over the horizon to the west. The
moon was full and a few of the brightest stars could be seen. The
carriage ride was slow and even and Draco took Harry’s hand in
his own and laced their fingers slowly. “This
is so nice,” Draco lay his head back on the soft leather of the
topless carriage. “Yes,
it is,” Harry said. “How
did you get this carriage anyway?” Draco asked. Harry grinned. “Don’t
worry about it,” Harry said. “I know people and I get
what I want.” “Yes,
you do,” Draco said. “And that includes me, does it?” “No,”
Harry said. “You came to me on your own. I was just fortunate.” “And
you expect me to believe that bullshit?” Draco asked turning to
Harry. “Yes,”
Harry said with a grin. “It’s the truth. You showed up on
the Astronomy Tower that one fateful night of your own accord.” “And
what did I see? Some little blonde chick sucking you off,”
Draco laughed shortly. “I never dreamed right then that I’d
be doing it later.” “Draco,
how do you feel about being with me?” Harry asked seriously.
Draco looked to him almost offended. “Seriously.” “Harry,
I…” Draco was almost speechless. “I would have
thought you know by now how I feel about it. You are an Occlumens,
after all.” “No,
what I meant was how do you feel about being with me as in…am
I okay to be with?” Harry asked looking hopeful. “I’ve
never had a relationship, Draco and…I don’t know what
I’m doing and I worry that…am I doing things right?” “Don’t
ever compare yourself to others,” Draco said. “You are
unlike any other wizard. So don’t even try to be. Do what you
feel and don’t think about it so much. You make me very happy,
Harry with just being yourself.” “Thank
you,” Harry said lowly. “I’m happy with you, too. I
really am.” “Let
me ask you something,” Draco said having Harry’s full
attention. “The first few times I was ever with you in the den,
you…well, it’s like you gave me part leadership with
your whole operation even at the beginning. You had no reason to do
that. Why did you do it?” Harry had also thought of that
question before. “I
don’t know,” Harry said. “It just seemed logical at
the time. Does that bother you?” “No,
it doesn’t at all, but…you welcomed me so…so
quickly that it was surprising,” Draco said. Harry thought for
a moment more. “Draco…I…”
Harry started. “There are very few people who feel genuinely
toward me. Many proclaim their faithfulness and total devotion at my
every whim and it’s a bunch of crap. Albus cares for me, as do
Ron, Hermione and Lupin. But with you, I knew exactly where we stood
with each other. We were opposites and I respected that. There was no
reason to pretend it was something else and we were both comfortable
with it. So, when you were there, I didn’t care one way or the
other. We took what we wanted and that was it.” “I
had considered that,” Draco said as they rode along and passed
the gates of Hogwarts heading toward Hogsmeade in the carriage. The
night was beautifully serene and calm. Each leaned a bit toward the
other and their shoulders were touching as they held the hand of the
other. “Do you think we’re moving too fast with us?” “I
have less than two weeks,” Harry said. “I may die, Draco.
There is that possibility however unlikely it seems. And so what if
it goes a bit fast for us? We’re used to having what we want
when we want it. If you want to slow down, though, I am more than
willing to do that.” “No,
I don’t want that at all,” Draco said. “But…with
you, Harry, I mean…you’d not kissed anyone in a year
until me. And now you’ve never had sex in that way and…well…is
the two weeks you have left…or is it me?” “It’s
you,” Harry said softly. “And to prove that to you, we
won’t do anything until the Voldemort thing is over. I don’t
want you to think that I’m living out my last days in some type
of fuck fest because I think I’ll die. So we can wait.” “No,
I don’t want to wait,” Draco said. “Too
bad,” Harry teased. “You accuse me of only wanting you to
fulfill some last fantasies before I get killed, and then you want to
indulge me? No way. Forget it. You hurt my feelings, you mean
person.” Harry teased. “Harry,
please,” Draco lay his head on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m
sorry. Forgive me?” “See?
Now you’re just wanting forgiven because you want to use me,”
Harry continued to grin. “You fucking Death Eater trash. Do
they have some special class for Death Eaters that teaches them how
to get to me and screw me over at every opportunity?” “Actually,
yes they do,” Draco teased. “I’m a graduate with
full marks. Honors diploma in that course. Aren’t you proud of
me?” “Why,
yes, I am,” Harry said. “You probably taught that class,
didn’t you?” “No,
Voldemort taught it,” Draco continued the tease. “Teacher’s
pet,” Harry insulted and teach laughed softly. After a nice
long ride, the carriage was trotting slowly through one of the finest
neighborhoods on the outside of Hogsmeade. The carriage pulled up to
a lone two story white home. Harry got out of the carriage and
assisted Draco down. After taking hands, Harry led Draco to the house
and knocked in a special way. “Whose
house is this?” Draco asked. “Albus’
brother. Aberforth,” Harry said. “My uncle, if you think
about it too much.” Draco snickered. “Coming,
Harry,” Aberforth yelled and opened the door. “Did you
enjoy your…” Aberforth saw Draco. “A Malfoy? You
are bringing a Malfoy Death Eater into my house?” “I
sure am,” Harry said as he pulled Draco inside with him. “You
mention this to Albus and I’m sending you to the seventh level
of hell.” “Got
it,” Aberforth said lightly in a teasing way. Aberforth looked
just as old as Albus, but had a very short beard and shorter hair.
His kind face and bright smile made him appear friendly. Draco liked
him at once. “And Malfoy junior, I suppose.” Aberforth
held out his hand in greeting. “Draco
Malfoy,” Draco said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,
sir.” “Sir?
Hell, don’t call me that,” Aberforth laughed and went
back to sit in what was undoubtedly his favorite ratty chair. “That
makes me sound like an old man.” “You
are an old man,” Harry said as he pulled Draco over to sit on
the sofa for a moment. “You’re older than dirt.”
Harry dug out his wallet and threw a hundred at Aberforth before
cramming it back in his inside jacket pocket. “Thanks,”
Aberforth said stuffing the bill in his shirt pocket. “It’s
a pleasure, Harry.” “Choke
on it. Just have the carriage ready for me when I get back,”
Harry said. “You need anything?” “Hartleys,
third shelf, four bottles of the blue,” Aberforth said. Harry
nodded. “You
got it,” Harry said. “I don’t know how long I’ll
be out. Any questions and you never heard of me. Got it?” “Harry
who?” Aberforth asked in humor and they all laughed. “I’m
leaving your crazy ass now,” Harry said standing and Draco did
the same. “Any word on the Azkaban thing?” “Not
much,” Aberforth said. “Still planning it, I think. I’ll
let you know what I hear.” “Let
me know before Wednesday next,” Harry said. “I need to
know anything no matter how small. Have Rosie keep an ear out and
I’ll pay her due.” Aberforth nodded to the instructions.
“Thanks.” Harry took the old man’s hand in a grip
before he turned to Draco. “You ready for a night out on the
town?” “Always,”
Draco said. Harry took Draco’s hand and kissed it before taking
the other and Apparating them away. They appeared in a small dark
sitting room of a house that seemed to be uninhabited. Harry led
Draco through the room and into the hallway and to the door where
Harry peeped out looking both ways before opening the door. Draco
looked ahead to see black taxicab waiting for them. “You are
just too damn good.” “I
know people,” Harry said leading Draco to the automobile and
opening the door for him to enter. When they were both seated, Harry
told the cab driver to take them to the Mandarin and off they went.
Draco watched the lights of London out the windows and took Harry’s
hand again in his own and held it tightly savoring his touch. “This
is so nice, Harry,” Draco said softly while looking out the
window. “It feels so free to be away from…” “Draco,”
Harry interrupted before the last word. “We’ll need to
not mention any locales on our night out. And if there are any…well,
uninvited guests that may arrive, please mention nothing of
significance.” “Like
what?” Draco asked. “Nothing
about me,” Harry said. “Or the world as we know it.”
Draco nodded knowing Harry meant about being a wizard. The long cab
ride was wonderful and each pointed out different locations they were
aware of and places they’d like to visit. The taxi stopped and
Harry paid the meter plus a very generous tip to the driver as they
exited the cab. “Please be back here in an hour and half and
I’ll make it worth your while.” Harry told the driver who
nodded curtly. Harry took Draco’s hand and put it lightly over
his arm and led him up the steps to the Mandarin and inside the posh
finery. One of the waiters came over quickly. “Harry,
so good to see you. Would you like to speak with Ravius?” the
waiter asked. “Yes,
Michael. Please tell him that I’m here and I require one of his
finest tables,” Harry said. “For me and my guest.”
Michael assessed Draco and nodded respectfully to them before
leaving. “You
just have this city wired up, don’t you?” Draco asked. “You
have no idea,” Harry said with a grin. “I finally figured
out that having my name might not be so bad. And like a good snake, I
use it like a bad credit card.” Each gave a tiny smirk. Draco
was very pleased at the formality and luxuriousness of the Mandarin.
Everything in the place was on a grand and exquisite scale. Artwork,
sculptures and rich dark mahogany were everywhere. The atmosphere was
dark and pleasantly cool. The sounds of the piano played throughout
the rooms and the hushed murmur of the patrons and tinkling of
glasses and silverware were muted in the dining area. A taller,
well-dressed man came to greet them. “Harry,
so good to have you,” Ravius spoke in his aristocratic voice
and held out his hand. Harry shook it politely. “It’s
been a while since I’ve seen you.” “Yes,
I thought I’d drop by to see you and bring my very special
guest to your fine establishment,” Harry complimented. “Irrit
Ravius, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco this is Ravius. He is the owner
of the Mandarin and a very good friend of mine.” “It’s
a pleasure to meet anyone that Harry would bring,” Ravius said.
“I hope you enjoy our services, Mister Malfoy.” “Thank
you, sir,” Draco said. “I noted your Keriel artwork of
the second dynasty. Quite exquisite and very nice. I own ‘The
Handiel’ and his other third period piece, ‘Crownicus.’”
Draco said. “How
extraordinary,” Ravius was wide-eyed and very impressed. “Those
pieces are priceless.” “Yes,
they are,” Draco said arrogantly. “I’ve owned them
for a few years now. I’ve always been drawn to Keriel’s
freeform style and use of muted blends.” “They
are remarkable, aren’t they?” Ravius asked and noticed
Harry’s expectant look. Ravius snapped his fingers and the
waiter, Michael came immediately to him. “Michael, please seat
Harry and Mister Malfoy at my personal table and give them whatever
they wish. Harry, would it be possible for me to come speak with you
at your table after dinner?” “Certainly,”
Harry said kindly. “Could you send a bottle of your finest to
our table, Ravius. I would be most appreciative.” “By
all means,” Ravius said. “I will select it personally.
Enjoy your dinner.” Each nodded kindly to Ravius and followed
Michael to a table which was comfortable and private and atop the
highest part of the restaurant overlooking the entire restaurant but
not noticeable by other guests. Michael pulled out the chair for
Draco and Harry sat while Michael gave them each menus. “I’ll
bring your wine,” Michael said to Harry. “And your
appetizer if you’d like.” “Whatever
Draco selects,” Harry said. Draco looked over the menu and
chose the stuffed portabella mushrooms with creamy wine sauce.
Michael took the order and left. “Ravius was impressed with
your possession of fine art.” “I
am equally impressed with his,” Draco said. “There are
several rare and highly prized pieces here. There is one very small
nude figure over along on that wall. See?” Draco pointed out
the small figure that Harry could barely see from so far away. “That
is Gaelis ‘Brothered Fount’ nude. I’d love to own
that. It’s exquisite and absolutely marvelous.” “I
am embarrassed by my lack of knowledge of art,” Harry said. “I
can appreciate the talent and artistic nature of pieces, but as far
as knowing the artisans, I have never been privy to learn such
things.” Draco took Harry’s hand on the table. “I’ll
teach you,” Draco said. “It may take me few years, but I
can do it.” Draco told the same words to Harry that he’d
been told about learning some of Harry’s skills. “All
you’ve been taught is fighting to live your whole life, Harry.”
Harry nodded a bit. “That’s sad in a way. There are so
many other things to learn about that you’d enjoy.” “I
do enjoy DADA,” Harry said. “Well, I did enjoy it. I’m
a natural at it, wouldn’t you say?” The pair laughed at
the irony. “Like
you had a choice in that?” Draco asked. “Touché,”
Harry said. Michael returned with the selected wine, showed them both
the fine selected label and poured each a glass before setting the
wine in the ice bucket and serving their portabella mushrooms to each
and leaving the platter on the table. “Ravius
suggested that I mention to you either the fresh lobster or the
minted lamb as his special guests,” Michael said. Draco had the
lobster and Harry had the lamb. Michael left with their orders. The
appetizer, the meal and the wine were all deliciously perfect as was
the conversation over each. After the last bite was savored, Draco
and Harry enjoyed a toast to the other and were speaking again of the
evening when Ravius came to their table. “Please
join us,” Harry motioned to the other chair. “What can I
do for you, Ravius? Would you care for a glass of this fine selection
of wine you chose?” “Thank
you, but no,” Ravius said taking the seat. “Is there any
word on the parchments?” “Yes,”
Harry said. “I know of their location now. Is that price still
firm?” “You
know the exact location?” Ravius asked and Harry nodded slowly.
Ravius sat in thought for a moment looking nervous. “I’m
willing to go up to sixty thousand.” “You
know that job requires at least ninety,” Harry said. “The
risk is too high. You know they’ve got wards all over that
place. It would take me at least a two weeks of planning.” “Eighty
thousand,” Ravius said. “I can’t go higher than
that, Harry. I have them both breathing down my neck over this.” “I’m
aware of that, but the price is ninety,” Harry said coldly
taking another sip of his fine wine and then slowly put down the
glass making Ravius more nervous. “But, I’ll make you a
deal.” Ravius’ ears perked up. “I’ll drop the
price to fifty if you will also donate the Gaelis ‘Brothered
Fount’ nude.” “My
Gaelis?” Ravius whined. Harry shrugged. “Fine
art appeals to my Draco,” Harry said. “He mentioned it in
passing and I’m feeling generous this evening.” Ravius
turned to gaze at the sculpture longingly in thought for several
minutes while obviously trying to decide. Harry and Draco shared a
small smirk over Ravius’ indecisions. With a long sigh he
relented. “It’s
a deal,” Ravius said. “I’ll have Michael prepare it
for you now. The same deal as last time. Half now and half upon
receipt of the parchments.” Harry nodded. “Can you give
me an expected delivery date?” “One
month from today,” Harry said. “Keep your boys out of my
business and tell them to lay low for a while while I work on it. You
have my account deposited with the funds in three days and I’ll
keep you up to date on what I’m doing.” “Excellent,”
Ravius grinned happily. “Draco, I hope you enjoy stealing my
artwork from me.” “I
do. Harry is most generous with me,” Draco said taking Harry’s
hand on the table. “He spoils me, in fact. I quite enjoy it.” “Yes,
well, Harry drives a hard bargain,” Ravius said sarcastically.
“I find that even I can barely afford his services.” “You
want the best, you pay for it,” Harry said. “And you know
I am the best.” “Yes,
you are the best,” Ravius said as he stood. Harry did also.
Ravius shook Harry’s hand. “Three days you’ll have
half. Michael will bring the nude to you. And Mister Malfoy, I should
hope that you’ll return here again soon.” “I’ll
look forward to it,” Draco said. Ravius gave each a nod and
Harry sat again with Draco. “What in hell are you doing for
this guy? Harry, are you some type of…thief?” “Thief
is such a cruel word,” Harry said. “I prefer to call
myself an undercover agent who finds things that others want located
and brought to them.” “You
are kidding me,” Draco couldn’t believe his ears. “You?
Oh hell I can’t believe this.” Draco rubbed his temples. “Believe
it,” Harry said. “I found out that I have a natural
ability for sneaking about and doing things. Hell, I was doing it at
eleven years old in finding the Sorcerer’s Stone, Draco. I’m
good at what I do. And Albus knows nothing of it. I have helped
Ravius locate and acquire several things in the last year. I make
damn good money, which I don’t even need. I do it for kicks.”
Harry laughed softly. “I
can’t believe it,” Draco looked at Harry oddly. “How
much more shit do I not know about you?” “Not
too much,” Harry said. “And I’m only seventeen.
Isn’t that great? I’m a complete criminal and nobody has
a clue. With all my abilities, I can do anything and I choose to be a
criminal. Very sad when you think about it.” “Whatever
gets you off, I suppose,” Draco said. “And thank you for
the sculpture.” “It’s
my pleasure,” Harry said. “You liked it. I rarely find
anything that I simply must have, so it’s nice that I can get
that easily for you.” “You
do spoil me, you know,” Draco said with a grin. “You
were already spoiled,” Harry said. “I just happen to like
lavishing you with things you enjoy. And I know I can trust you to
keep my secrets.” Draco nodded honestly and Harry squeezed his
hand. “I’m lucky to have you.” “You?
I think I’m much more lucky than you are,” Draco said.
“After all, how many can claim to own the most powerful being
on earth?” “One,”
Harry said shortly with meaning. Each leaned into a loving kiss.
Draco put his hand on Harry’s neck to hold him within the heat
of the moment. Michael came but stood away until the kiss broke. He
came timidly to the table with a box holding the nude. Harry opened
the box and Draco’s smile widened as he touched the beautiful
sculpture with his fingertips. “It’s
beautiful,” Draco said. “Oh, Harry, it’s perfect.
Not a single flaw.” “Very
good, Michael,” Harry said. “Thank you for your
services.” Harry reached into his pocket and gave Michael a
bill and a vial of powder with it that Draco noticed. Michael bowed
low in gratitude. “Anything
for you, Harry,” Michael said. “Do you require anything
else? Anything at all?” “Draco,
would you like to go dancing?” Harry asked. Draco nodded.
“Michael, could you suggest a nice club for Draco and myself in
London?” “Yes,
sir. The Pink Flamingo club is only nine blocks west and features
classical and coupled dancing. The Harborwest is about fourteen
blocks on the beach and has a bar with more modern music. There is
also the Cradleback which is an upscale club featuring live music and
dancing and it’s only seven blocks south,” Michael gave
the information. “Thank
you. You’ve been most helpful,” Harry said. “I’ll
be sure to thank you appropriately the next time I’m in town.”
Michael grinned and left them. “I
love this, Harry,” Draco said of the nude. “I just love
it. Thank you so much. I can’t believe you did this.” “Draco,
I don’t even know what that is,” Harry said of the
sculpture. “But if you like it, that’s good enough for
me. Are you ready to dance, my dragon?” “Yes,”
Draco smiled largely. “Take me dancing, Harry.” “I
will do just that,” Harry said putting a hand on the box and
shrinking it to a tiny fraction of a thing. Draco put the tiny box in
his inside robe pocket and snapped it for safety. “Are you
ready?” Harry asked as he threw down money onto the table. “You
just gave him a tip, Harry,” Draco said. “There
is a reason I do that, Draco,” Harry said. “I’m a
big spender when I decide I want something. Cash all around makes
things go much easier for me. I don’t need it except to get
what I want. And…I’m selfish. I do it all for me, me,
me.” “And
me, me, me,” Draco resounded. Harry laughed silently. The pair
left the table and walked down the stairs and out of the restaurant
to the waiting cab. “Which club?” “You
choose,” Harry said as he opened the door of the cab for his
date. “How
about that last one. The Cradleback. I’ve heard of it,”
Draco said as Harry closed the door. “The
Cradleback club, please,” Harry said to the driver who turned
the vehicle around and without a word drove toward their destination.
“How was your dinner?” “Excellent,”
Draco said. “That lobster was so good. Probably the best I’ve
ever had.” “Good.
If you hadn’t said that, I would have to go up ten thousand on
the price for Ravius,” Harry teased and Draco laughed. “You
are so bad,” Draco said. “I love it. I never thought
you’d be so…like this.” “So
you were wanting that poor pathetic ragamuffin who used to live in a
closet?” Harry teased. Draco nudged Harry for the comment.
“That four eyed geek who couldn’t get a date, was it?” “Shut
the hell up,” Draco spat. “You sure have everyone fooled,
Harry. It’s amazing to uncover each layer of you to find
something more fascinating than the last. I didn’t know you
were like this or I would have been all over you sooner.” “My
mistake then,” Harry said with a grin. “So you’re
turned on by the mystery of some dark and undercover operation with
me leading it all?” “Absolutely,”
Draco drawled. “I have so much to ask you later.” Harry
just laughed softly as they rode together to the club. Harry paid the
driver with a generous tip again. “If
you’ll be here in two hours, I’ll make it worth your
while again,” Harry told the driver who nodded before Harry
closed the door, took Draco’s hand and led him to the club
entrance. “Have
you ever been here?” Draco asked looking at the two henchmen
guarding the doorway checking identifications. “Never,”
Harry said. “How
will we get in? We have no Ids,” Draco asked. “Watch
and learn,” Harry said to him as they approached. “ID,
please,” The large black man held out his hand. Harry looked
directly into his eyes. “I
don’t think we need identification since you are expecting us
here,” Harry said very clearly never leaving the eyes of the
large black bouncer. “I
don’t need your identification since we were expecting you,”
the man opened the door. Harry and Draco walked inside and over to
the bar area near the dance floor and had a nice view of the live
entertainment stage with the band from the table they’d chosen.
The place was jumping with dancing and the like. “How
did you do that with the man outside?” Draco asked. “Simple
little mind trick,” Harry said. “I do it all the time. I
can even do that with Albus. He hates it.” Harry laughed. “I
used that trick on him once to get out of a detention with Filch over
the summer. Albus found out what I did, and I had to run from him in
the school and hide for two days until he found me. He made me clean
the Owlery floor with small brush and a bucket while he watched me
and read muggle romance novels to me for two days. It was awful. I
learned to never do that again.” Draco laughed with Harry over
the incident. “You
have so many secrets,” Draco said. “Hell,
I have to,” Harry said. “I can’t tell anybody what
I’m really like. They wouldn’t believe me anyway. If I
had told you that I’m a low profile highly paid professional
smuggler would you have believed me?” “No,”
Draco admitted shaking his head. Harry shrugged. “Can I help
you with it? Do you think I’m good enough?” “I
think you could be,” Harry said. “But the actual job I’ll
have to do. I can fragment past almost any security ward to get my
hands on what I want. And I can apparate if I need to, but my magical
presence is very strong and can be detected easily if there are any
magical signature detectors present if I apparate. So I use my
abilities to serve me in ways I want to use them.” “All
this stuff makes Hogwarts look like petty stuff,” Draco said. “It
is,” Harry said. “That’s why I don’t mess
around with school much anymore. It got boring for me. I like the big
time stuff. It’s a personal thrill thing. Thriving on challenge
just to see what I can’t get my hands on or when I’ll get
caught.” Harry laughed. “That’s
not funny, Harry. What if you were caught?” Draco asked. “I’ve
done twelve major jobs and about thirty others that weren’t
much,” Harry said. “You may have read of them in the
Daily Prophet. Remember the heist of Lady Caroline’s ruby
crest?” “You
did that?” Draco was impressed. Harry nodded with a grin. “They
had no idea how anyone could have passed the wards and into that
vault.” “And
they never will have any idea,” Harry said. “I had to get
that quick, deliver it, and be back at Hogwarts to make my appearance
so as not to be suspected. Albus was baffled.” Harry laughed
again. “He knows I’m capable of things like that, but he
doesn’t know I do it. I’m a professional in what I do,
Draco. I’ve learned much from the Aurors about how they police
and investigate crimes. I use that information to my advantage.” “You
are so damn good,” Draco said. “I’m
not good at all,” Harry said. “I’m awful. Terrible
person. You shouldn’t even be around me.” “I’m
better than you,” Draco said with a grin. “I’m not
a thief. So there.” “I’m
not a thief,” Harry said raising an eyebrow to the accusation.
“I locate items and I bring them to people who want them for a
price.” “Stealing
from others? What do you call that?” Draco asked. “Leverage,”
Harry said. “Evening things out. Some have more, some have
less. That’s the way it is. Get over it.” “I’m
over it,” Draco said. “Do
you want a drink?” Harry asked. “A martini or another
glass of wine?” “Martini,”
Draco said. Harry looked around for a waitress and squinted at her
for a moment until she came over and asked to help them. A martini
and a gin and tonic were ordered. “You just brought her over
here, didn’t you?” “Yes.
I bring others to me if I can,” Harry said. “Much easier.
I’m lazy.” “Did
you bring me?” Draco asked. “No,
I’ve told you I didn’t,” Harry said. “You
were just that part of that good luck thing I’ve had so far in
my life. Do you think that will ever run out?” “Possibly,”
Draco said. “But you’re good enough to make your own
luck, I think.” The drinks were brought and shared. Each took
off their capes and Harry shrunk them and put them in his pocket
while they danced for over an hour. The blasting music was great
until each was shaking just a bit. “Come
on,” Harry led Draco to the bathroom where they took a stall.
The belt was wrapped and each plunged into their vein with the needed
drug. “Hell yeah. I needed that.” “Me,
too,” Draco breathed for a moment at the relief the drug
brought. Each rested for a few minutes until Draco pulled Harry close
for a deep kiss of the purest affection that began to heat them both
and fire them with passion for the other. “I must have you.”
Draco said onto Harry’s lips between the kissing. “Then
take me,” Harry gave equally into the hungry lip lock that
sought to devour the other. The hot kiss ended leaving their minds
desperate for more bodily contact that would have to wait. “So
what now? We’ve had dinner and dancing,” Draco asked. “I
need to stop by Hartleys to pick up something for Aberforth,”
Harry said. “Then we’ll go get the load of stuff to take
back with us.” “Hartleys?
What is that?” Draco asked. “It’s
a very obscure tiny little wizard shop that sells dark arts potions,”
Harry said. “And Aberforth uses those potions to…well,
bribe others for information. Aberforth and I work together.
And…there are a few things you and I will need to discuss when
we get back…um…home.” “Home,
yes,” Draco said the word with disgust. “Are you ready to
go now? I’d like a smoke.” “We’ll
go outside then and have a smoke before we go to Hartleys,”
Harry said. “I
didn’t bring the smokes,” Draco said. “You
have so little faith in me,” Harry said. “Watch and
learn.” Harry led Draco from the bathroom and was walking
slowly through the crowds. Harry moved his hand outward once and then
brought his hand to himself as they exited the club and walked out to
wait by the curb. Harry pulled up his hand to show a pack of
cigarettes complete with lighter. “You’re
good,” Draco said. “That
was nothing,” Harry said giving Draco a cigarette and lighting
it for him. Harry did the same and they held hands as they strolled
up the walkway a bit. “You
are so incredible I can’t get over it,” Draco said. “I
hope you don’t mind that I told Ron, Herm, Seamus and Dean that
we were going to London tonight,” Harry said. “I had to
change in the dorm because my suits were there. Seamus is so
jealous.” “Seamus
Finnegan,” Draco said shaking his head. “I was so drunk
that night. I don’t even remember it.” Harry laughed. “Well,
he sure does,” Harry said. “He takes every opportunity to
remind me how damn good you are in bed. I’m considering
oblivating his memory so he’ll lay off.” Draco laughed. “Honestly,
I don’t even remember it. All I remember was drinking
firewhiskey with Seamus, Dodd, Lance, Danny and Kurt. The next thing
I remember I woke up naked in bed with Seamus and Dodd. Hell, I
couldn’t tell you if we had sex or not. And I seriously doubt
either of them could either. I don’t think I even touched him.” “How
interesting,” Harry said. “I could convince Seamus that
he never touched you. He’d freak out. I might do that for fun.” “Do
it if you can,” Draco said. “Because being with Seamus
Finnegan is not high on my list of things I’m proud to admit.” “Damn
Gryffindors,” Harry said. Draco laughed. Each finished their
smokes and Harry held up his hand for the cab that had arrived. “Take
us to Jackson and Lockley Corner, please.” The ride was a long
one across London and in a surly looking neighborhood. When they’d
arrived, Harry paid the cab fare with an overly generous tip and
thanked the cabbie for his services of the evening. The cab drove
away and Draco looked about the dilapidated surroundings. “Are
you sure we’re in the right place?” Draco asked moving
closely to Harry. “You
doubt me?” Harry said linking their arms together and escorting
Draco down the walkway and turning into a small alleyway filled with
drunken derelicts and dumpsters. “Stay close and relax. Nothing
can harm you when you’re with me.” Harry walked
confidently setting Draco’s mind at ease a bit. When they’d
reached a place in the wall Harry moved his finger over two bricks
and they entered at the door that appeared there. The small space was
a bit dark and only lit by candles along the walls protruding from
the shelves. “Third
shelf, four bottles of the blue,” Harry said to himself of
Aberforth’s instructions. Harry located the liquids and went to
the counter. He rang the bell and a lovely young pale lass with long
black hair and large dark eyes emerged. She looked like a gypsy with
her large hoop earrings, cradle cap of a kerchief and tapestry
waistbands. “Hello, Layla. I need four bottles of the blue on
the third shelf please.” “Certainly,”
Layla said in her silky bedroom voice as she went to retrieve the
items. “I haven’t seen you for a while. How is the old
one who keeps you?” “He’s
in good health, thank you,” Harry said digging out the money to
pay for the purchases. “And how is your baby?” “He’s
growing strong and will be a fine wizard holding much power one day,”
Layla said. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” “No,
that will be all for me. I have a vial if you’d like it,”
Harry said handing Layla the final vial of cocaine. Layla took it
slowly but deliberately with her soft calculating manner looking over
Draco intently. “He
is marked of the dark,” Layla said. “His intentions are
worthy, but he holds many secrets twisted in his subconscious
thoughts.” “This
is the dragon,” Harry said of Draco. “He holds my heart
and his intention is for my betterment. Wouldn’t you agree?” “Yes,
I see it of his eyes,” Layla breathed with barely voice. “Your
dragon holds much passion in his heart for you, Raven one, but there
is more…pain from his past which haunts him. He needs that
which you will provide him.” “Thank
you, Layla,” Harry said taking the set of vials and paying for
them. “As always, it was a pleasure to see you.” “You
will return at the onset of the half moon,” Layla said. “And
as always, you will bring me enlightenment when you arrive.” “I
will do just that,” Harry said. “Good evening.”
Layla nodded in her soft but mysterious way. Harry shrank the vials
and put them in his pocket before he and Draco left the small place. “She
was creepy, Harry,” Draco said. Harry laughed softly. “She
is part Seer,” Harry said. “Raven
one?” Draco asked. “That’s
her pet name for me,” Harry said. “She just had a baby
about four months ago. When I first met her, she asked me to father
her child.” “She
what?” Draco asked. “And
she wasn’t the first to ask me that,” Harry said. “I’ve
had…oh god, I can’t tell you how many offers to father
children from women and families of pureblood girls.” “Oh
god,” Draco said. “You are just one meat market.” “Albus
laughs at me for it,” Harry said. “He starts teasing me
with being some sperm donor and having litters of little Potters
running around. Drives me insane. We fight over that a lot. It pisses
me off bad and he knows it.” “That
is so funny,” Draco said with a grin as they left the alleyway.
“Where now?” “I’ll
take us down the street to another alley so that we can apparate to
pick up our load and then we’ll go back to the starting point
and then to Aberforth’s,” Harry said. “And I need
candy. I need a lollipop.” “You
eat those all the time,” Draco said. “I
know,” Harry said. “It became a habit for me because
Albus is always eating candy. Always and he had these lollipops one
time and I just loved them. So now I find them and keep my own stash.
He’s a bad influence on me.” “I
can see that,” Draco said as they stopped in the alleyway.
Draco slid his hands around Harry’s waist and kissed him. Harry
moved his hand up to cup Draco’s nape gently. “Let’s
hurry and get back to the den. I can’t wait to get you naked.” “Fine
with me,” Harry said pulling Draco closer and apparating them
to the other alleyway to score the drugs. Harry led to the door again
and gave his signature knock. The eye slide opened and then the door.
Harry entered with Draco. Harry went inside and took the chair on the
opposite side from the scraggly man. “I need a load, Pete. I
need amperlius, vitrial, coke and Hiddle. All in quantity.”
Pete looked at Draco quickly. “This is the dragon. He’s
my lover and in with me. You can trust him.” Pete gave the
shortest of nods to Draco who returned it before Pete pulled out a
box and started tossing loads of baggies of drugs on the table. Harry
looked over each one carefully counting the numbers in the bags. Pete
and Harry negotiated the price and Harry came out the victor on the
deal. “Bring
some of that lotuscel you got,” Pete said. “I’ve
had people asking for it. I’ll give you ten a vial.” “No
way. I need at least fifteen a vial,” Harry said shaking his
head. “I can sell it for thirty at my place.” Pete nodded
slowly. “Thirteen
final,” Pete said. Harry considered a moment. “How
many?” Harry asked. “Fifty,”
Pete said. Harry shook his head again. “At
thirteen a vial you get a hundred and I’ll do it,” Harry
said firmly. Pete thought for a moment and dug in his pocket to pull
out a huge wad of cash. Pete threw down the money for Harry. “Hundred
then,” Pete said. “When?” “I
can bring it Saturday night,” Harry said. Pete nodded slowly
and Harry handed back his own wad of cash for the drugs he’d
bought. Pete stuffed it unceremoniously without counting it into his
pocket with the other cash as he took a draw from his cigarette.
Harry picked up all the baggies put a small binding charm on them and
shrunk them to a tiny sack before putting it in his pocket. “Good
to see you, man.” Harry shook Pete’s hand and Pete stood
to look at Draco quizzically for a moment. “He’s
a Malfoy,” Pete grinned with his missing teeth. “You
brought a fucking Death Eater up in here? Are you fucked up?” “My
dragon is with me, Petey,” Harry said firmly to the man. “I
said he is trustworthy and I meant it.” Pete backed off a bit. “Good
fuck, huh?” Pete said. Harry gave him a glare. “Best
damn fuck I’ve ever had,” Harry said. “And don’t
paw over what’s mine.” Pete laughed and waved a hand
slowly before walking away back into another room. Harry shook his
head and took Draco’s hand to lead him out into the alleyway
again where some hooker was giving a blowjob to a man in a suit. The
man stiffened when he saw Draco and Harry come out of the door. “Relax,
love. Just business over there,” the hooker told the man with
her strong accent. Harry and Draco ignored them and walked to the
back alley where Draco rolled his eyes and Harry took his hands.
Harry apparated them to the deserted house and then again to
Aberforth’s sitting room where he was asleep in his chair with
a cat on his lap. “Old
man!” Harry yelled and Aberforth jumped. “Damn,
you almost gave me a heart attack,” Aberforth said. “You
get it?” Harry pulled out the small vials and resized them for
Aberforth who took the vials and looked over them pleased. “Layla
start talking her bullshit to you?” “As
always,” Harry said. “She only had two more of those
left.” “You’re
good, Harry,” Aberforth winked at him. “And got balls
going down there at night. I wouldn’t be caught dead over in
that part of London especially not on a full moon.” “And
you dragged me down there?” Draco asked. “You
were safe. I’ll never let anything hurt you, Draco,”
Harry said. “My carriage ready?” “Of
course,” Aberforth said. “Waiting on you out back. I’ll
owl you soon.” Harry nodded and led Draco from the house where
the carriage was waiting for them. “Hogwarts
at Harry’s entrance,” Harry told the thestral which began
to pull them in that direction. “Did you have a nice time
tonight?” “Un-fucking-believable,”
Draco said shaking his head. “You are just…damn. I don’t
even know what the fuck you are.” Harry laughed softly. “You
are nothing as you appear. Nothing at all. How did you get this way?” “Sorry,”
Harry said. “No,
I didn’t…” Draco took Harry’s hand. “That
wasn’t an insult. It was almost a compliment. You were always
so…so Gryffindor. But now you’re…not. What
changed with you? I am just interested in you, Harry. You have so
many secret things and…it’s just mind blowing to me that
you aren’t at all what people see with you.” “I
lead a double life,” Harry said. “I am just as Gryffindor
as everything when I need to be. And I will be on the pitch with you.
Ever loyal, brave and dedicated to my house. But at night, I am
someone else. I can hide in shadows and never be detected for my
name.” “You
hide,” Draco said. Harry nodded. “Yes,
I do,” Harry said. “I have to get away from being Harry
Potter sometimes. And…this will sound very strange to you,
but…I have a part of me that is Voldemort because he left his
residual magic and a part of himself in me when he hit me with the AK
as a baby. And I blame that part of me for doing these dark things
that I do. In living my life, I’ve always been in the light and
on the side of light. But even within that light, I have this…it’s
a darkness around me always. The dark is always near me in some way
and wanting to embrace me to it. It’s not temptation for me to
become a dark wizard, because that doesn’t appeal to me at all,
but every single day that I live, I am confronted with darkness in
some way. It’s very interesting.” “I
can’t handle you,” Draco said. “You are too much
for me. There is so much going on with you, Harry, that I get
confused on who you are from one minute to the next.” Harry
took Draco’s hand and interlaced their fingers on his knee. “I
am just me,” Harry said as he reached into his pocked and put
on his glasses again. “There. Now look at me and tell me who I
am.” Harry gave that innocent crooked grin. “Harry
fucking Potter,” Draco said. “When you look at me that
way, you are Potter to me.” Harry took off his glasses and gave
another look of maturity with a hint of maliciousness. “Now you
are Harry. The dark one who is evil incarnate.” Harry laughed
and put his glasses back on. “That
spell is a good one. The one for my eyes,” Harry said. “I
need to learn that one. I wonder why I didn’t find it before?
I’m stupid.” “Yes,
you are, Potter,” Draco grinned and laid back his head as they
rode in the moonlit carriage again. The clip clop of the thestral
hooves on the cobblestones was soft and romantic as they each leaned
close and looked at the stars holding a hand. “This was a
wonderful night, Harry. You are an excellent date. The best I’ve
ever had.” “Thank
you,” Harry said. “I hoped you’d enjoy it. I was
hoping to show you a bit about myself tonight that no one else knows.
And I was also hoping that you wouldn’t run away from me
screaming because of what I am and what I do.” “Never,”
Draco said. “Absolutely never. And all this time I thought I
was the bad one.” They each laughed at their evening turn of
events. “So
I’m bad?” Harry asked. “You’re
intriguing,” Draco said. “If
Danny comes through tonight with keeping the heat off you with the
Slytherins, I’ve asked Hemmlett to let him sling dope in
Slytherin house to keep you out of it,” Harry said. “I
hope that’s okay with you.” “Good,”
Draco nodded. “I don’t need that pressure. But if we do
the detox, are you sure we can be around the dope and not use it?” “I
can,” Harry said. “I did that for six months before I
went bezerk and started using again.” “Why
did you start again after six months?” Draco asked. “Loneliness,”
Harry said. “I guess that was it. I was just a mess and…well,
alone all the time. I had no one. Nobody at all when I wasn’t
using. The people I used with didn’t come around and I went to
class all the time and didn’t even have to go. I was depressed
and just bored. I would fly at night on my broom for hours and sleep
during the day. I hardly ate or talked to anyone. I went three weeks
without speaking a single word to see if anyone noticed.” “Did
they?” Draco asked sleepily with his head on Harry’s
shoulder. “No,”
Harry said softly. “No one noticed.” Harry gave a sad
laugh. “I
did,” Draco said as they shared a glance. “I remember not
seeing you for days at a time in the Dining Hall. I wondered about
you, but…I never asked. Sorry about that.” “If
you had asked I may have had a heart attack,” Harry said. “Ron
and Hermione didn’t even notice and you did? That would have
been awkward. But thank you for noticing. That means a lot to me.” “I
have to notice you,” Draco said. “You stand out in the
crowd, Harry. It’s the way you are.” “Do
I?” Harry asked seemingly not interested. “How can that
be? I’m not the tallest, brightest, best dressed, most suave,
most attractive, most studious or any of that. I’m plain and
ordinary. When I sit in the Dining Hall I blend in. Don’t I?” “No,”
Draco shook his head. “You don’t. You never have. Not to
me anyway.” “Maybe
it’s just you,” Harry said. “I
don’t think so,” Draco said. “Everyone knows you.” “Everyone
knows you, too,” Harry said. “And you stand out in a
crowd easily. Anywhere you are I spot you first. In Diagon Alley when
getting school supplies before the school term began, I would spot
you in an instant every single year. Sometimes you were with Lucius
and sometimes not. I never noticed him, but always you,” Harry
said and then paused for a moment of thought. “Always you,”
Harry whispered into the night. The carriage ride was very nice and
relaxing. It was nearing midnight when they reached the side
entrance. “Go back to Aberforth.” Harry told the thestral
pulling the carriage and it trotted slowly away. Harry peeked in the
hallways and led Draco to the den without incident. They entered and
sat on the crates. “Fix
us up something,” Draco said.
“What
do you want?” Harry asked. “Anything you want I have it
and I need to make up some lotuscel, too. Dammit.” Harry lit
the blue flamed candle and dug into the pouch of baggies. One was
taken and dumped into the spoon to heat. “I
can help,” Draco said.
“Good,”
Harry sighed. “I need ten cauldrons.” “Ten?”
Draco asked. “Either
that or make ten vials of lotuscel at a time and it will take ten
hours,” Harry said. “Oh
fuck,” Draco said. “I can get them from the lab stores.
Do we need them now?” Harry nodded. “We’ll
hit this first and take a break before we go,” Harry said. “Is
there sex in our near future?” Draco asked. “I’m
dying here.” “Believe
me, I know,” Harry said. “I don’t have to make the
lotuscel tonight. I could give Hemmlett the other shit and make the
lotuscel another time.” “Oh
god,” Draco leaned his head back. “No, let’s make
it tonight. Dammit.” Harry laughed a bit. “Sorry,”
Harry said. “Business
is business,” Draco said. “Why do you do this if you’re
going to detox anyway?” “I
don’t know,” Harry said. “Habit I suppose. I don’t
have to do this at all. But I use the drugs to keep others wanting to
see me. Like Michael at the Mandarin and Layla at Hartleys.” “I
see,” Draco said with a nod. “I guess that works. And
after the detox from the Hiddle, you can still use the lotuscel since
it’s not habit forming and has no withdrawal time.” “If
I detox, I’m out with all of it,” Harry said as Draco
drew up the syringes for each of them. The band was used to tighten
around their arm so that the veins bulged properly. Each found a vein
and plunged in with the drug. Harry dropped the needle on the crate
carelessly and rubbed his eyes. “Are
you tired?” Draco asked. “A
bit, but I’m okay,” Harry said. “Do you know that I
made fifty one thousand today and bought art?” Harry laughed
hard and Draco joined in. “What the hell is up with me, Draco?
Why do I do the things I do? I’m insane.” “Yes,
I think you are,” Draco said stretching out his legs. “We
need to change clothes.” “We
need to get naked,” Harry said. “Hiddle always makes me
want to have sex.” “Me,
too,” Draco said lazily rubbing his crotch. “Let’s
have sex. Something quick and then we can get back to work on this
drug trafficking thing.” Harry grinned. “If
I have sex now, I’ll want to sleep afterward,” Harry
said. “And I know you will, too.” “I
hate you, Potter,” Draco said with his drug induced slur. “I
hate you, too, Malfoy,” Harry said. “I have some clothes
here if you want to change.” Harry stood with a small wobble
and looked into another crate in the corner. “I have some
comfortable sweats for each of us in black and one set in dark blue.” “Black,”
Draco said for himself and Harry tossed each set of the sweats on the
mattress for them. “Why don’t you just conjure and make a
bed instead of one mattress?” “I
don’t know,” Harry said. “You want a bed?”
Draco nodded. Harry shrugged and turned to the mattress. Harry
thought for a few moments and then moved his hands about in some type
of perfectly beautiful motion. The mattress lifted and around and
under it the magic from Harry’s hands swirled to create an
elaborate four-poster bed with green velvet drapery and deeply ornate
carved wooden posts. “Very,
very nice,” Draco smiled. “You’re the best, baby.”
Harry walked over to lie on the bed. “Why
didn’t I do this sooner?” Harry asked. “This is
great. Come over here.” Draco came to crawl up onto the bed
with the crisp white sheets and feather down pillows. “Oh
my god yes,” Draco said of the ultimate softness of the bed and
it’s coverings. “This is the best bed I’ve ever
touched in my life.” “I’m
glad you suggested it,” Harry said. “I don’t think
like you do. I had the mattress, which was good enough for me at the
time. I never thought to add a bed to it. Isn’t that stupid of
me?” “Not
really,” Draco said. “You spend many nights here, but…you
had no need of it.” “But
now that we’re here all the time, this is much better,”
Harry moved over to pull Draco closer on the bed and take a deep kiss
during which Draco’s hand slipped down Harry’s chest to
cup his warm crotch and the erection there. “Oh god…don’t
do that.” “What
this?” Draco asked as he pushed his hand over the hardness and
moved his hand to stroke it through Harry’s suit pants. “Draco,
please,” Harry breathed. “Your going to have me hurting
if you don’t stop.” “I
don’t want to stop,” Draco said with his eyes closed and
reeling in the feeling of his high and sexually aroused state. “I
want you, Harry. Please make love to me. Please…I’ve not
had you in days and…I need you.” “And
I need you,” Harry said unbuttoning Draco’s jacket and
shirt quickly to feel his chest. “Oh
yes,” Draco said of Harry’s hands and lips on his chest.
“Don’t stop…please don’t stop...”
After a while longer each was shed of their suits, which were tossed
carelessly in the floor as they kissed and touched one another
enjoying skin on skin. “Harry, what do you want? You want to
top?” Harry stilled for a moment. “If
that’s what you want,” Harry said. “I’m open
to either option.” “Do
you want me to let you bottom?” Draco asked. “If you do,
I’d like that. I’ll be very gentle with you and I promise
you’ll love it.” Harry nodded.
“Yes,”
Harry said with a grin. “I’d like that.” “I’ve
noticed that you prefer gentleness with me, but you tend to be
rougher with everyone else,” Draco said slyly. “I love
it. I’ve never had such a gentle lover as you are and it’s
better than a quick fuck to me.” “I’ll
give you what you want,” Harry said. “But I like going
slowly and making something good last as long as it will. That’s
the purpose of making love, I think. Enjoyment for as long as
possible.” “That’s
so nice,” Draco whispered. “I’ve been with a few
others who’d never had bottomed before, and if you want I’ll
tell you just how everything will be before I do it. I would like to
do that with you. Can I do that?” “I’d
love it,” Harry said. “Treat me like a virgin, then.
Technically, am I a virgin?” “I
have no idea,” Draco said. “You’ve had more sex
than me and you’re asking me if you are a virgin?” They
each laughed at the oddity. “But I want this first time to be
so special for you. Can you teach me that spell? That sex spell? Is
it hard to learn?” “No,
it’s very easy,” Harry said. “And you’re the
only one who can do it because you’re wandless.” Harry
explained the spell and how to think the incantation and push it
through the fingers or thumb. “Can
I practice on you once?” Draco asked. “I think I can do
it, so I won’t hurt you.” “Sure,
go ahead. I hope I don’t ruin this night after you do it,”
Harry laughed a bit and Draco re-explained to Harry how to do the
spell and Harry agreed that Draco had it correct. Draco kissed
quickly over Harry’s stomach and took Harry’s erection in
his mouth for a few deep-throated thrusts. “Oh god that’s
so good…you do that so damn well.” “Are
you ready?” Draco asked with a grin. Harry shrugged. “Go
ahead,” Harry said. Draco gave another thrust with his mouth
and concentrated before he sent the spell from his thumb up through
Harry’s scrotum and cock. Harry gasped and his head hit the
pillow as his hips thrust upward a bit at the hard spell. “Oh
shit! That was a strong spell, Draco. Damn you almost killed me! Cut
that in half next time you send it. Oh hell…” Harry
breathed heavy. “Sorry,”
Draco laughed and rolled over on the mattress in a fit of laughs.
“That’s
not funny,” Harry laughed. “Damn. Are you trying to make
me impotent?” Draco laughed even harder and had tears in his
eyes when he finished with his laughing fit. “I’m
so sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Draco said
with a grin. “I’ll cut it in half next time. I swear it.” “Oh
god,” Harry held his crotch for a moment. “I’m
afraid of you.” Draco burst out into laughter again and each of
them rolled on the bed in their playfulness. “Harry…Harry,
please…” Draco laughed. “Stop it. I need to calm
down.” Each lay together for a while still snickering at the
mistake. “I won’t do it again if you don’t want me
to.” “My
error. I should have told you to cut the spell strength,” Harry
said. “I guess I learned that lesson well. Always tell Draco to
cut his spell strength when teaching him a new spell. Got it.”
Draco rolled Harry over onto him and the tender kisses and bouts of
lovemaking began. Hands roamed to touch every inch of skin as lips,
tongues and fingers worked magic between them. Harry pulled Draco
over on top of him as they kissed and loved on the other. Harry let
go and Draco took over as the controller. After much skin play,
lubrication was added to Draco’s hand and gentle touching
began. “Relax
and enjoy this,” Draco said calmly as his finger was gently
inserted and began to move within Harry’s body. “I
am,” Harry said with his eyes closed. “You know you are
the only person to have ever have done that besides me.” “You
have never allowed anyone to finger fuck you?” Draco asked in
disbelief. “No,”
Harry said as he looked down to Draco who has shaking his head
slowly. “Is that so hard to believe?” “Harry,
you’re bisexual,” Draco said. “Yes, it’s hard
to believe.” “I
told you I wanted it to be special,” Harry said with a tiny
grin. “And
it will be,” Draco said. Harry laid back and enjoyed Draco’s
gentle fingers and hands on him. Harry bit his lip a bit as his body
was stretched and pleasured. “Oh
god yes,” Harry breathed at these new feelings. “That
feels great. If you stop I’m killing you I swear it.” “Good
thing I have no intention of stopping,” Draco said. When the
fourth finger was added Draco stilled a moment to allow Harry’s
body to relax around the intrusion. “My
dick is throbbing, Draco,” Harry said. “That feels so
great. You’d better hurry before I come.” “Can
I send you the spell again?” Draco asked. Harry winced. “I’m
almost afraid for you to,” Harry said. “But go ahead.
Half strength please.” Draco giggled a bit and concentrated on
the spell at half strength before he gave it through his fingers as
he pushed deep inside Harry’s body. Harry gasped and whimpered
at the feelings. “That’s
so good,” Draco said as he took the throbbing cock into his
mouth and worked the magic with his fingers. Harry thrashed about
breathing heavier. “Draco,
I mean it,” Harry said. “I’m going to come if you
don’t stop. Make this last for me.” Draco slowed a bit.
“Which
position would you prefer?” Draco asked. “You
choose,” Harry said. “You’re in charge. I’m
your sub tonight.” Draco moved up but never removed his fingers
from Harry’s body. Harry applied more lubricant to Draco’s
hard erection and lay down again as Draco withdrew his fingers and
positioned himself. “Are
you ready?” Draco asked. Harry nodded a bit. “I’ll
go slow and the first few inches hurts a bit but just try to relax.”
Draco held his cock and pushed inside and Harry winced only for the
initial pained pleasure. Draco stilled to allow Harry’s body to
get used to the stretch. “Ready?” Harry nodded and Draco
slid in further making Harry arch slightly to adjust. “Oh
hell yeah…” Harry breathed in the new sensations as his
mind spun with want of more. “Do it…just do it.”
Draco pulled back a bit and thrust gently several times as Harry
moaned with heavy breaths. “You
are so tight you’re squeezing me,” Draco said. “Oh
god it’s great…fucking incredible.” Draco began to
thrust a little deeper with each forward movement and after several
minutes he was able to push his entire length into the body below. “Oh
yes…oh hell yes…Draco, oh my god…” Harry
wrapped his arms around Draco who was slowly and methodically giving
long even strokes, which was driving Harry wild with want of more.
Draco began to kiss and nibble on Harry’s neck and over his
chest tenderly making this first time all it could be. Slow, deep
kisses were shared as the lovemaking went on and on. When Draco’s
breaths were coming heavier, each knew it was time.
“Harry…oh
god yes…I can’t hold back much longer,” Draco
confessed as he held on to Harry tightly. Each was almost overcome
with the passion and need of relief. “Then
don’t hold back,” Harry said. “Let’s do this.
Come on. Give everything to me.” Draco needed no more
encouragement as he rose up and upped the pace. With a quick swipe of
lube to his hand, Draco began to stroke Harry’s aching cock in
time with his thrusts maximizing the pleasure. “Fuck!”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and enjoyed the pooling in his groin
signaling the forthcoming orgasm. “Draco…oh god…I’m
going to come…do it…oh god do it…” “Hold
on, baby,” Draco said as he began to pump harder into Harry’s
tight body. “I will give you what you want. Come for me…just
let go and come for me…” Harry let go to experience all
these new sensations of being taken by the dragon. “Oh yeah…oh
hell yeah…I’m going to come, Harry…come with me…” “Hell
yeah…I’m ready…oh yeah…here it comes…”
Harry breathed. Draco continued to stroke Harry’s cock and fuck
him as hard as possible until Harry gave a muffled screaming growl.
Draco slipped his thumb under Harry’s scrotum and sent the
spell as Harry shot a hot spurt of come up onto his stomach and chest
with a scream of pleasure. To Draco’s surprise, Harry also
slipped his hands up under Draco and as Draco slammed hard for the
last thrust to come, Harry also sent him the spell. Draco yelled as
he came and felt the hard wave of magic shoot from his body. Each
trembled violently for several seconds at the intensity of their
orgasms. As each slowly stilled and breathed heavy trying to relax
they looked to the other and grinned a bit. “Holy
shit,” Draco said slowly. “Oh
my fucking life,” Harry said as he flopped on the bed in
exhaustion. “I have never felt so good, Draco. So completely
filled and satisfied. Marvelous. Simply fucking great. You are a
god.” Draco withdrew slowly to allow Harry to feel his cock
sliding from his body. “I hate for you to take that back.”
Harry laughed silently. “I
still have it. You can have it whenever you want,” Draco said
as he removed the condom and threw it up to vanish it. Harry pulled
Draco down onto him and they shared a meaningful kiss holding the
other as tightly as possible. “You
have given me something that I will never forget,” Harry said
softly onto Draco’s cheek as they shared this intimate moment.
“Draco, I want you to know…” “I
love you, Harry,” Draco said onto Harry’s lips before he
kissed them. Harry was smiling as was Draco as they tried to kiss
before they laughed. “Kill me. Go ahead. I was trying to save
your life.” “Is
that what that was? Martyrdom? An attempt to save me from myself?”
Harry asked. Draco nodded and dived in for more kissing. Draco drew
back for a moment to rub his lips onto Harry’s equally soft
ones. “And I love you, Draco. I’m totally in love with
you and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve never had this before
and I’d do anything to keep it.” “I’ve
never had this either,” Draco admitted. “And it just had
to be you, didn’t it? Why and how did I know this would happen
one day in my life? Of all the people on this fucking earth, it had
to be you.” Harry grinned and was so overjoyed as was Draco. “It
did, didn’t it? I had to be me and it had to be you,”
Harry marveled. “There was no way around this thing. We were
just doomed to be together in some fucked up way.” “A
travesty of justice,” Draco smiled. “But I’m glad
it’s you. I can’t imagine it ever being anyone else
anyway. How stupid is that? Did we know this years ago?” “It
seems like we did, doesn’t it?” Harry asked seriously.
Each eyed the other with some sort of fascination. “We’re
stupid.” “We
are,” Draco said as they curled up together under the covers.
“We could have done this years ago, Harry. Why didn’t
we?” “Who
knows? Probably because I was off saving the world and you were in
Death Eater training learning how to kill me,” Harry said with
that happy grin. “We sort of missed each other there for a
while on our different paths.” “Harry,
I’m tired,” Draco said. “I don’t want to go
to the dungeons for ten cauldrons at…” Draco glanced at
his watch. “Two in the morning.” “We’ll
sleep then,” Harry said. “I’m exhausted, too. And
you were so good, Draco. Oh god you’re so good. That was so
wonderful I can’t get over it. I hope you know I’ll be
wanting you to fuck me all the time now.” “Fine
with me,” Draco said closing his eyes and giving in to sleep.
“I can’t get enough of you. You’re perfect, Harry.”
Draco nuzzled into Harry’s neck as Harry held him closely. “And
you’re perfect, my dragon,” Harry said. “I love
you.” “And
I love you,” Draco whispered. “Goodnight.” Harry
hummed his response and each drifted off into their sated dreamless
sleep as they held one another throughout the night.
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Tomorrow Will Come
Chapter 05: Chapter 5
By: Kimberjingle
Chapter 5: The
Best Date, Harry’s Secret Life, Giving It Up