Journey

Harry was having one of the oddest dreams of his life. He was in a dungeon, where an angel came and took him away. He had rested, there in the angel¡¦s arms, feeling safe. Three were words, vague pleading, but they were lost on the soft feeling of his angel carrying him to the beyond. But when he opened his eyes he saw not Heaven, instead he saw a thatched roof. There was a strong smell of manure and sweat. He was bare from the waste up, and someone was lying their head next to his body. When his eyesight adjusted, he saw the top of a blond head.

Groaning, Harry tried to move, startling the person awake. When the head shot up, Harry saw it to be Draco. Exhausted and drained. He looked worse than Harry felt. He didn¡¦t notice Harry was awake, and went to dabbing his head with a cool cloth. ¡§I can¡¦t keep falling asleep like that.¡¨ He murmured.

¡§And why not?¡¨ Harry grunted. He tried to lift his arm to swat Draco away, but found he hardly had enough strength to speak.

Hearing Harry¡¦s voice brightened Draco so much that Harry nearly smiled. ¡§You¡¦re awake! You¡¦re„mand you¡¦re fever is gone!¡¨ Leaning over Draco began to plant small kisses all over Harry¡¦s face. ¡§I thought I lost you.¡¨ He muttered, kissing Harry¡¦s chin, his nose, his cheeks.

¡§Stop wench.¡¨ But there was no force in the words. Somehow Harry managed to get his arm around Draco and steer him to his lips. The kiss was anything but soft. It was filled with all the need and fear and passion that Draco had been feeling for weeks. Not caring about the people outside or the fact they could come in at any moment, Draco climbed on top of Harry (careful not to nudge his wound). His tongue snaked out, licking a small path over Harry¡¦s chest to his stomach. Groaning, Harry arched into Draco, pulling at his shirt and nearly ripping it from his body.

In a matter of minutes they were both naked, Harry above Draco, sliding in so recklessly it almost hurt. Draco gasped, wrapping his legs around Harry¡¦s, lifting himself, needing Harry deep inside. Grabbing Draco¡¦s firm ass, Harry couldn¡¦t keep control as he had tried to last time. This was pure lust, pure desire. ¡§Harry„moh god, Harry, I love you.¡¨

Catching those sweet lips, Harry thrust once more, groaning into the welcoming mouth. He felt Draco shudder, a warm sticky fluid coatingh thh their chests, and collapsed down on top the smaller body.

Draco moved from beneath Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry once he was again on his back. Harry lay there, immobile, the soft cry of Draco¡¦s still echoing in his mind. I love you Harry. I love you„mAnd Harry loved Draco too. Loved him like he had never believed. But he was a fugitive now, a man with a price on his head, and as long as Draco was with him, Draco too would be in danger. He couldn¡¦t do that to Draco. He deserved so much more.

¡§Harry?¡¨ Draco propped himself up on one elbow, noticing how tense Harry had gotten. ¡§What¡¦s the matter?¡¨

¡§I think it would be best if you left.¡¨ Harry murmured, not able to look at Draco.

¡§Why?¡¨ He sat up completely now, confusion written clear on his face. ¡§I know that I should have let you sleep, I didn¡¦t-¡¨

¡§Enough.¡¨ Harry interrupted, making his lips frown. He couldn¡¦t look at Draco¡¦s big, silver eyes. Couldn¡¦t see the hurt that would be there. ¡§Look, it was a nice time, I admit that, but we must face facts here. I have no time for boys and their silly declarations of love.¡¨

¡§Silly declarations„m¡¨ Draco stopped, his fist clenching unconsciously.

¡§Of course, whenever you want a willing bed-partner you always have one.¡¨ Harry made himself sneer. ¡§But on the morrow, when I am able to ride, my men and I will be leaving here, and you will not be going with us.¡¨

Harry should have expected the sudden attack of violence, but in his weakened state he could not deflect the blows Draco was giving him. He was standing, no longer looking hurt but insanely angry. ¡§You„myou bastard! How dare you?! Willing bed partner? I hate you! Do you hear me I hate you!¡¨

Before Harry could quite comprehend what was happening, Draco was dressed and running out of the tent. Harry sighed, his head falling back to the bed. He stared up into the roof, holding off the want to go catch him and bring him back. It was quiet in the hut now, entirely too quiet, but not for long. ¡§What in the name of the Lord did you do to Draco?¡¨ Ron asked, stepping inside. When he saw Harry naked he only raised an eyebrow and threw him his pants. ¡§He took off on one of the field hands horses.¡¨

¡§Good, he left.¡¨ Harry managed to sit up, then slowly stand. When his pants were on he sat back down.

¡§What do you mean good? What did you do?¡¨ Ron¡¦s voice was accusing. Harry looked over at his long time friend, surprised.

¡§I didn¡¦t do anything. Draco left, and that is well. If he stayed he would have been killed.¡¨

¡§By who?¡¨ Ron asked, sitting next to Harry. ¡§Harry, Lucius Malfoy is dead. He came while you were struck with fever. Draco killed his father to save you.¡¨ Ron narrowed his eyes. ¡§I know he didn¡¦t leave because of that. In fact, it would have taken an act of God to send him away. He wouldn¡¦t leave your bedside the entire time you were unconscious, except when his father came. He slept here, ate here, and watched over you n and and day.¡¨

Too weary for a fight, Harry waved his hand dismissively. ¡§It was best that I sent him away.¡¨

¡§You sent him away?!¡¨ Ron looked as his friend incredulously.

¡§I do not need you questioning my actions!¡¨ Harry yelled. He jumped up. ¡§I don¡¦t need some boy following me around with stars in his eyes! He complicated my life far more than he should have and I¡¦m grateful that he is gone!¡¨

Anyone else would have flinched away from Harry when he was so angry. But Ron merely stood. ¡§Lord Butler took a male lover last year after his wife died. Did you know that?¡¨ Harry started to speak, but Ron held up his hand. ¡§Of course, it was rather frowned upon in the church, and rumors did go about for a while, but the last time I saw Lord Butler, he was incredibly happy.¡¨

¡§You know?¡¨ Harry asked, staring into the calm hazel eyes.

¡§I saw you two kissing in the fields that one day, and none of us could ignore the cries of lovers coming from this hut not twenty minutes ago.¡¨ Ron frowned.

¡§He deserves more than lov lover, Ron. He deserves a strong wife that can deliver heirs.¡¨

¡§What Draco deserves is some happiness, obviously his father cared naught for it as he grew.¡¨

¡§And what of my happiness?¡¨ Harry asked gruffly, crossing his arms in front of him.

¡§Aye, you deserve happiness as well.¡¨ Ron walked past Harry, stopping at the door. ¡§I haven¡¦t eveen een you smile nearly as much as you did when you were around Draco. ¡¥Tis a shame. However, I guess this leaves you open to marry a strong woman, that can produce you many heirs.¡¨ Then Ron was gone, and Harry was left alone once more.

R/R?