Ad Astra Per Aspera

AN – Don’t own anything
JK Rowling does. I write class=SpellE>fanfiction. class=GramE>Which means I’m poor, bored, and rather twisted.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Future chapters may contain male/male sex of
the graphic nature. Get out now while
you can!

Getting through
the horrid effects of the 7^th Year graduation ceremony would not
been an easy task. Harry had known this
before ever downing one drop of fire whisky.
He’d known it right up until his memory of the night became a long,
scary black slate. He knew it when he
woke up with his head feeling as if Voldemort were fiddling around inside, and
only the treasured memory of the Dark Lord falling to the dual powers of class=GramE>himself and Dumbledore saved his heart from bursting out of his
chest at the notion.

Yes indeed.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> The ceremony had been a bitch and a
half. And it was only going to get
worse.

A string of
swearing was his alarm clock. It took
him a moment to figure out that the profanities were coming from him.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He rolled over and immediately regretted
it. His stomach rolled around inside of
him a couple more times. He ceased his
cursing to groan pitifully into an unfamiliar scented pillow.

When his insides
ceased their rebellion, he sat up very carefully, clutching his poor head.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> His glasses were askew on his nose, slightly
bent from whatever activity he’d gotten into, his mouth was dry as sand, his
body was sore in awfully odd places, and the room he narrowly surveyed was not recognizable.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Carefully keeping down any panic before he figured
out just where he was and what he was doing there, he placed one hand down on
the bed.

A soft shoulder met
his grasp. He blinked down at it in
surprise. Whoever lay there was turned
away, their flawless, pale back gently rising with every steady breath.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Fine, pastel-gold, medium-length hair splayed
against the pillow and called for his fingers to comb before he could stop
himself. Beneath the dark green silk blankets
they shared he could tell they were completely nude.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He didn’t care to contemplate that at the
moment. The feel of the glossy strands
were deliciously distracting, and he decided he’d resume his swearing once he
was done enjoying the sensation.

A lethargic murmur
of approval came from his bedmate, which drew his hand back as fast as if it
had been burned. Whoever they were turned
over, shifting in drowsy slothfulness, and grabbed a hold of Harry’s withdrawn
hand, bringing it up to light lips for a soft nip and kiss.

Harry’s
bone-shattering shriek gave him his hand back as startled gray eyes popped open.

“What
the fuck, Malfoy?!”

AN
– Yes. There will be another
chapter. I’m not sure about any more
after that. I’m debating whether or not
Harry has another relationship going. If
it turns out he does, which HP/?? pairing would you
like to see smashed to pieces? *snickers*
I’m rather fond of tearing up those Harry/Seamus
relationships myself…