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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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7,647
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38
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the Understanding
Chapter 10: the Understanding
Harry was in a state of shock. He had never thought that the Other One was Draco! He had known that Lucius had had his eye on someone else, but in his naïvness he had thought it to be a girl, or at least not someone so opposite as to him. The only other thoughts that were going through his head were 1)\'I never thought Draco and I would find something in common\' and 2) \'I want to fuck him so badly\'.
***
Draco had known that Harry and Lucius were together, but it left a warm feeling inside of him to know that Lucius still
loved him. He has thought he had lost the chance to be in his friend\'s arms, lost the chance to look at that beautiful, pale body and know that it was his. He could accept Harry if Lucius came with him.
***
Lucius sat on the bed, clothed from head to foot, the only skin showing was his hands, and from the neck up. He was
drapped completely in black velvet, contrasting to the white satin sheets. He sat with his knees crossed, looking up at his two loves through his hair. His eyes followed them both as they came to stand togther, side by side. They looked closely at eac other and seemed to speak without words. In defience of their traditional behavior, the two took each other\'s hand and walked to satnd infront of their beloved Lucius, joined together.
They each stretched out their remaining hand, extending both their love, their forgivness, and their understanding. Lucius smiled the slightest bit, a bare uplifting of the corners of his mouth, before reaching out his own hands to clasp theirs. As he stood, power seemed to generate between them, forming into a glowing ball captured in the circle of their arms.
Their breaths hissed out and fogged over the glob, as if it were made of glass. An unfelt wind ruffled their hair and blew it back off of their faces. Tension belt and ebbed from within and without. The power was a living, thriving thing, pulsing in the cage of their arms, guided by their forgivness, and formed of their mutual love. It seemed formed of an earthy brown, like hot fudge, a colour you get when you mixed green and red together, with the slightest bit of gold added in for warmth. It misted and flowed inside its glassy surface, forming strang swirling pictures.
***
Lucius stared into the mists of the chocolatey globe, wondering what it was, where it came from, what it did. He was
pondering these questions and many others when he managed to make out an image of sorts. It appeared to be of two boys, holding each other, sobbing into each other\'s shoulders. Behind them was a coffin. Black roses were scattered around them. They looked up on last time before the coffin was lowered into the ground. Harry and Draco said goodbye to their lover.
***
Draco saw a picture of himself, pounding on a door, begging to be let inside. He heard faint laughter, the voices of his
lovers joyful in his pain. Relishing their betrayal of him. He was looked out of his home, out of his world, with no way in. They had
shut him out.
***
Harry was blinded by the flashing of cameras, deafened by the roar of questions aimed at him. He could not see the pain on his lover\'s faces nor hear their screams. The crowd of people, of adoring fans, of witches and wizards obsessed with the
Boy-Who-Lived, pushed him back, away from the place he wanted to go. He was kept away from his loved ones, all because of what his name was.
***
The glowing chocolate ball slowly faded away, the mists flowing back into their lungs from whence they came. The three boys stumbled a bit, but held each other up, relying on each other to keep them on their feet. The looked at one another, their deepest fears in their eyes, and understood. They embraced, wrapping their arms around each other to comfort and be comforted. They needed to know that they weren\'t alone, that people they cared about cared for them. They all knew what it was like to feel unloved, and they didn\'t like it.
They fell onto the bed exhausted with the stud of their fears, with the gamute of emotins they had run, with the physical strain their unintentional wandless magic. They curled up in each other\'s arms, keeping each other warm against the chill, content to know that they would wake up next to someone they loved.
Again, the no continuation without appreciation policy is in effect.
Harry was in a state of shock. He had never thought that the Other One was Draco! He had known that Lucius had had his eye on someone else, but in his naïvness he had thought it to be a girl, or at least not someone so opposite as to him. The only other thoughts that were going through his head were 1)\'I never thought Draco and I would find something in common\' and 2) \'I want to fuck him so badly\'.
***
Draco had known that Harry and Lucius were together, but it left a warm feeling inside of him to know that Lucius still
loved him. He has thought he had lost the chance to be in his friend\'s arms, lost the chance to look at that beautiful, pale body and know that it was his. He could accept Harry if Lucius came with him.
***
Lucius sat on the bed, clothed from head to foot, the only skin showing was his hands, and from the neck up. He was
drapped completely in black velvet, contrasting to the white satin sheets. He sat with his knees crossed, looking up at his two loves through his hair. His eyes followed them both as they came to stand togther, side by side. They looked closely at eac other and seemed to speak without words. In defience of their traditional behavior, the two took each other\'s hand and walked to satnd infront of their beloved Lucius, joined together.
They each stretched out their remaining hand, extending both their love, their forgivness, and their understanding. Lucius smiled the slightest bit, a bare uplifting of the corners of his mouth, before reaching out his own hands to clasp theirs. As he stood, power seemed to generate between them, forming into a glowing ball captured in the circle of their arms.
Their breaths hissed out and fogged over the glob, as if it were made of glass. An unfelt wind ruffled their hair and blew it back off of their faces. Tension belt and ebbed from within and without. The power was a living, thriving thing, pulsing in the cage of their arms, guided by their forgivness, and formed of their mutual love. It seemed formed of an earthy brown, like hot fudge, a colour you get when you mixed green and red together, with the slightest bit of gold added in for warmth. It misted and flowed inside its glassy surface, forming strang swirling pictures.
***
Lucius stared into the mists of the chocolatey globe, wondering what it was, where it came from, what it did. He was
pondering these questions and many others when he managed to make out an image of sorts. It appeared to be of two boys, holding each other, sobbing into each other\'s shoulders. Behind them was a coffin. Black roses were scattered around them. They looked up on last time before the coffin was lowered into the ground. Harry and Draco said goodbye to their lover.
***
Draco saw a picture of himself, pounding on a door, begging to be let inside. He heard faint laughter, the voices of his
lovers joyful in his pain. Relishing their betrayal of him. He was looked out of his home, out of his world, with no way in. They had
shut him out.
***
Harry was blinded by the flashing of cameras, deafened by the roar of questions aimed at him. He could not see the pain on his lover\'s faces nor hear their screams. The crowd of people, of adoring fans, of witches and wizards obsessed with the
Boy-Who-Lived, pushed him back, away from the place he wanted to go. He was kept away from his loved ones, all because of what his name was.
***
The glowing chocolate ball slowly faded away, the mists flowing back into their lungs from whence they came. The three boys stumbled a bit, but held each other up, relying on each other to keep them on their feet. The looked at one another, their deepest fears in their eyes, and understood. They embraced, wrapping their arms around each other to comfort and be comforted. They needed to know that they weren\'t alone, that people they cared about cared for them. They all knew what it was like to feel unloved, and they didn\'t like it.
They fell onto the bed exhausted with the stud of their fears, with the gamute of emotins they had run, with the physical strain their unintentional wandless magic. They curled up in each other\'s arms, keeping each other warm against the chill, content to know that they would wake up next to someone they loved.
Again, the no continuation without appreciation policy is in effect.