Love is Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/James
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
53,998
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love is Love
-James-
My son has always been special to me. He’s beautiful, gentle and kinder than most. From when I first saw him, tiny, pink and wrinkly, swaddled in blue blankets with only a few strands of black hair similar to my own, I loved him. At first it was a fatherly love as it was supposed to be. But now, now that he is older, and more beautiful, it has turned into a different kind of love. Not yet like that of lovers, but so much more than that of a friend.
Lily passed away just a few months after Harry turned thirteen. It was an accident in muggle London. We were on a family outing, heading for the park, when, wile crossing the street, a drunk driver came out of now where. he clipped Lily on her right side, not causing more than a bruise as external damage, but internally she was bleeding badly.
There was nothing i could do, she was already weak. She died, in my arms, with Harry pleading with her to stay, begging her not to die. Her only response was a smile, lifting her hand to stroke his cheek one, before falling to her side, lifeless. As expected, he didn’t take it well and we grew closer in the painful months that followed, I guess that was when it turned into a friendship kind of love.
As we now sit, a year and a half later, in the lounge before a crackling, cheerful fire, he looks at me with his sparkling green eyes, his mother’s eyes, my breath catches in my throat. For reasons unexplained I feel ...lost, captivated by the face of lust as it peeps out at me from his eyes.
He slowly unfolds himself from the sitting chair he had tucked himself into, and makes his way behind the sofa I have settled myself in. His thin arms snake around my neck and start groping down my torso. I hear him lick his ruby lips as he leans down to whisper in my ear.
"James," Hearing my name spoken from him in such a tone sends a strange shock of pleasure to the pit of my stomach.
My mind briefly wonders at the fact that he doesn't call me Dad, he never has. Nor has he ever referred to Lily as Mum. I guess we never taught him to, never found the need of having to hear our child call us Mummy or Daddy.
The feeling of his hot breath caressing my ear brings my mind back.
"James, I want you. I want you tonight." His voice is filled with want, mixing in with his husky mumble.
Tonight will be night of love, just love. Because love is what we both deserve.
My son has always been special to me. He’s beautiful, gentle and kinder than most. From when I first saw him, tiny, pink and wrinkly, swaddled in blue blankets with only a few strands of black hair similar to my own, I loved him. At first it was a fatherly love as it was supposed to be. But now, now that he is older, and more beautiful, it has turned into a different kind of love. Not yet like that of lovers, but so much more than that of a friend.
Lily passed away just a few months after Harry turned thirteen. It was an accident in muggle London. We were on a family outing, heading for the park, when, wile crossing the street, a drunk driver came out of now where. he clipped Lily on her right side, not causing more than a bruise as external damage, but internally she was bleeding badly.
There was nothing i could do, she was already weak. She died, in my arms, with Harry pleading with her to stay, begging her not to die. Her only response was a smile, lifting her hand to stroke his cheek one, before falling to her side, lifeless. As expected, he didn’t take it well and we grew closer in the painful months that followed, I guess that was when it turned into a friendship kind of love.
As we now sit, a year and a half later, in the lounge before a crackling, cheerful fire, he looks at me with his sparkling green eyes, his mother’s eyes, my breath catches in my throat. For reasons unexplained I feel ...lost, captivated by the face of lust as it peeps out at me from his eyes.
He slowly unfolds himself from the sitting chair he had tucked himself into, and makes his way behind the sofa I have settled myself in. His thin arms snake around my neck and start groping down my torso. I hear him lick his ruby lips as he leans down to whisper in my ear.
"James," Hearing my name spoken from him in such a tone sends a strange shock of pleasure to the pit of my stomach.
My mind briefly wonders at the fact that he doesn't call me Dad, he never has. Nor has he ever referred to Lily as Mum. I guess we never taught him to, never found the need of having to hear our child call us Mummy or Daddy.
The feeling of his hot breath caressing my ear brings my mind back.
"James, I want you. I want you tonight." His voice is filled with want, mixing in with his husky mumble.
Tonight will be night of love, just love. Because love is what we both deserve.