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Sins of a father
11
Life is simplistic. It either is, or it isn't. We are the one's who have decided it's deeper meaning. In realizing this many months ago, Draco had never known whether he existed for a purpose set by others, or his own path. He knew the answer now, he knew what it was to simply love. Beyond his flesh, his heart loved as it never had. It fueled him.
As he sent spells at his father, his power only grew, a strength that called out to him from a pair of green eyes. His heart felt as if it could carry him off the ground and propel him to the furthest star and back again. He did not understand it, but then, he didn't need to. He was here to finish a fight he started three years ago.
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Harry had no idea where he was. He was cold and wet from sweat, his breaths were labored and his throat ached, as if he'd been screaming. He sat or laid, he couldn't really tell, and continued to rally his mind as if something very violent lay ahead of him. Ron was the first to notice his frightened expression and alerted Hermione.
"Hey, bloody hell, 'Mione! He's waking up." He said excited and somewhat flustered. Hermione always the calm logic in every instance was a worried ball of goo to Harry. Who would have smiled if he trusted himself to. He felt as if he'd been through a long fight, though not physically, this was the type that you may of felt after a very tough exam, entirely mental.
Ron asked if he was ok and he nodded simply. It bothered him that his throat hurt and he didn't have a clue why. Last thing he remembered was being shot by Draco. However, none of that made any sense. Ron gave him a glass of water and helped him sit up. Hermione on the other hand, was dead silent, as if unsure what she should do. A look of utter confussion on her face.
"Professor Snape would pay to see that look on your face 'Mione." Harry said Hoarsly. Ron snickered. Hermione glared and threw her bangs out of her eyes. "Well, see if I ever help you two ever again." She mocked in fake hurt.
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Lucius knew he couldn't win. Somehow, Draco had managed to weild the phoneix and surpass him in power. This was a game of control he couldn't win and he knew it. He knew nothing would stop his son from killing him. So, losing was not an option either. His son grinned at him. His skin wreathed in blinding fire. "So Father, you realize what the truth is now. So what will you do?" As soon as he finished his question Draco seemed to pull the fire into him.
Draco eyed his father, who now was on the floor of the library. One of his arms hung limply to his shoulder which had a gaping wound on it. His knees looked fragile as he moved himself back to a standing position. "Draco, I..." He coughed. "I know you can kill me." He eyed his son with the most honest look he'd ever given in his whole life.
"I want you to make me a promise son. After you kill me, Make sure, my sins do not become yours." Draco backed off in suprise. "You must kill me...please son...do it." Draco had dreamed of this for years. Everything he ever hated about the man who was now in front of him, rushed to the surface, clamouring to be justified. A feeling that Draco was all too ready to oblidge.
As he drew back, Lucius closed his eyes, ready to be free from the life that he had lost to the Dark Lord. Draco turned around and walked away. No words were spoken and the soft steps told his father that he'd been spared. Draco's eyes filled with tears, the pain of trying to let go of his hatred so intense that it almost brought him to his knees.
He went to the first place he knew he could rest his head. In the quiet kind embrace of his lover.
~~~~
Harry was only half awake when a rather weary looking Draco softly laid on his chest. His lack of alertness didn't prevent him from knowing who it was or wrapping his arms around him. Draco's soft cries told him why he was here, Harry knew, it wasn't a decision he thought Dracp could make. He was proud of his love. In the same place Harry didn't know if he could have done the same thing.
Ron and Hermione had fallen asleep in the bed next to them. In the quiet of the hospital wing, an entire conversation took place without a single word being spoken. They could just feel eachother's thoughts and feelings. Harry thought this might be an after effect of their time with Professor Xaivier. He pushed the thought out of his mind and thanked the stars that he had that ability.
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The rest of the vacation went by, giving both boys time to heal. Dumbledore left them to themselves. Professor Xaivier had returned to new york and gave Dumbledore notice that he would keep tabs on Draco, his continuing fear was that he would have to battle the Phoenix again, since the battle nearly claimed three lives.
The four friends hung out just mostly spending quite times in the warmth of the common room. Hermione was hiding in a book while ron tried to annoy her into giving him some attention. Harry and Draco kept somewhat quiet laying infront of the fire place and cuddling or having a short tickle fight. It was bliss in it's simplest form.
It was going to be school soon and Draco couldn't wait. He needed to get his mind of his father, also he needed to find out what the Dark Lord would be schemeing that would require the task of freeing his father. It just didn't sit right with him, and as he thought more about it, the more he realized that it probably had to do with him.
Voldemort knew that he weilded the phoenix now, and that worried him more than his father being around. This was going to be a huge fight, one he knew he could win, but what cost would victory require?
~~~~
"What are you thinking about,love?" Harry asked Draco gently, running his fingers through Draco's hair, a concearned look on his face. Draco turned so he could look Harry in the face, a soft grin on his lips. "Nothing much, just you naked." Draco grinned and pecked Harry's very wet lips with a playful nip. Harry instantly was excited and forgot his concearn and they both got up and headed to the prefect quarters.
Their kissing was playful until they entered the room and slammed the door, it quickly became passionate and somewhat desperate once they were alone. Clothes were pulled off in rapid sucession and strewn about to match the state of their minds. The moaning could be heard down in the common room.
~~~~
Ron smiled at his Girlfriend as they both giggled. "Should we give them some privacy?" Ron asked, at tad embarrased a clear blush entering his cheeks. "No, we should enjoy the show even if there's no picture." She giggled, putting her finger to her lips in a hushing signal.
~~~
The two lovers were naked now, their passion slowed and touching now more deliberite and attentive. "Harry....I love you." Draco said, between gentle kisses. Harry simply kissed Draco on the stomach as he got closer to his goal, a completely erect Draco. He moved his hand up and down Draco's Shaft and listend as his lover's breathing increased. Harry liked this, he could read Draco's build up and stop just before he released.
As Draco reached his peak, Harry stopped pumping his member and let him relax for two or three seconds, then pumping him to his peak again starting slow and with each stroke quickening his pace. Once he had done this about three times, he looked at Draco with a sly smile and then straddled him allowing Draco's cock to slide along his crevase and slowly moved up and down allowing his cheeks to stroke it. Draco's moans became loud and maddening.
Harry was hot, he reached back and grabbed Draco's cock and pushed it into his hot hole, hungrily it ate the cock and the muscle began to pull and suck harder than a mouth. Draco's eyes were closed, he was in ecstasy. The feelings rushing through him for indescribable.
Harry was loving being in control of Draco, not in a mean way, but in a way that he liked pleasing him. Seeing Draco this hot made Harry happy. "Come for me Draco." Harry commanded somewhat breathless, ridding his love at a slow pace. Harry Reallized that Draco's cock was making him ooze precum and as he started to ride a bit faster, he came. Spewing jets of come out on Draco's belly.
He felt Draco stiffen and shoot the warm juice into him and then let out a moan of satisfied exhaustion. Harry bent down and kissed Draco and moved into a postion beside him on the bed. Draco kissed him again on the head as he pulled the covers over them and they both went to sleep almost as soon as the covers reached over them.
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end Chapter 11
Life is simplistic. It either is, or it isn't. We are the one's who have decided it's deeper meaning. In realizing this many months ago, Draco had never known whether he existed for a purpose set by others, or his own path. He knew the answer now, he knew what it was to simply love. Beyond his flesh, his heart loved as it never had. It fueled him.
As he sent spells at his father, his power only grew, a strength that called out to him from a pair of green eyes. His heart felt as if it could carry him off the ground and propel him to the furthest star and back again. He did not understand it, but then, he didn't need to. He was here to finish a fight he started three years ago.
~~~~
Harry had no idea where he was. He was cold and wet from sweat, his breaths were labored and his throat ached, as if he'd been screaming. He sat or laid, he couldn't really tell, and continued to rally his mind as if something very violent lay ahead of him. Ron was the first to notice his frightened expression and alerted Hermione.
"Hey, bloody hell, 'Mione! He's waking up." He said excited and somewhat flustered. Hermione always the calm logic in every instance was a worried ball of goo to Harry. Who would have smiled if he trusted himself to. He felt as if he'd been through a long fight, though not physically, this was the type that you may of felt after a very tough exam, entirely mental.
Ron asked if he was ok and he nodded simply. It bothered him that his throat hurt and he didn't have a clue why. Last thing he remembered was being shot by Draco. However, none of that made any sense. Ron gave him a glass of water and helped him sit up. Hermione on the other hand, was dead silent, as if unsure what she should do. A look of utter confussion on her face.
"Professor Snape would pay to see that look on your face 'Mione." Harry said Hoarsly. Ron snickered. Hermione glared and threw her bangs out of her eyes. "Well, see if I ever help you two ever again." She mocked in fake hurt.
~~~~
Lucius knew he couldn't win. Somehow, Draco had managed to weild the phoneix and surpass him in power. This was a game of control he couldn't win and he knew it. He knew nothing would stop his son from killing him. So, losing was not an option either. His son grinned at him. His skin wreathed in blinding fire. "So Father, you realize what the truth is now. So what will you do?" As soon as he finished his question Draco seemed to pull the fire into him.
Draco eyed his father, who now was on the floor of the library. One of his arms hung limply to his shoulder which had a gaping wound on it. His knees looked fragile as he moved himself back to a standing position. "Draco, I..." He coughed. "I know you can kill me." He eyed his son with the most honest look he'd ever given in his whole life.
"I want you to make me a promise son. After you kill me, Make sure, my sins do not become yours." Draco backed off in suprise. "You must kill me...please son...do it." Draco had dreamed of this for years. Everything he ever hated about the man who was now in front of him, rushed to the surface, clamouring to be justified. A feeling that Draco was all too ready to oblidge.
As he drew back, Lucius closed his eyes, ready to be free from the life that he had lost to the Dark Lord. Draco turned around and walked away. No words were spoken and the soft steps told his father that he'd been spared. Draco's eyes filled with tears, the pain of trying to let go of his hatred so intense that it almost brought him to his knees.
He went to the first place he knew he could rest his head. In the quiet kind embrace of his lover.
~~~~
Harry was only half awake when a rather weary looking Draco softly laid on his chest. His lack of alertness didn't prevent him from knowing who it was or wrapping his arms around him. Draco's soft cries told him why he was here, Harry knew, it wasn't a decision he thought Dracp could make. He was proud of his love. In the same place Harry didn't know if he could have done the same thing.
Ron and Hermione had fallen asleep in the bed next to them. In the quiet of the hospital wing, an entire conversation took place without a single word being spoken. They could just feel eachother's thoughts and feelings. Harry thought this might be an after effect of their time with Professor Xaivier. He pushed the thought out of his mind and thanked the stars that he had that ability.
~~~~
The rest of the vacation went by, giving both boys time to heal. Dumbledore left them to themselves. Professor Xaivier had returned to new york and gave Dumbledore notice that he would keep tabs on Draco, his continuing fear was that he would have to battle the Phoenix again, since the battle nearly claimed three lives.
The four friends hung out just mostly spending quite times in the warmth of the common room. Hermione was hiding in a book while ron tried to annoy her into giving him some attention. Harry and Draco kept somewhat quiet laying infront of the fire place and cuddling or having a short tickle fight. It was bliss in it's simplest form.
It was going to be school soon and Draco couldn't wait. He needed to get his mind of his father, also he needed to find out what the Dark Lord would be schemeing that would require the task of freeing his father. It just didn't sit right with him, and as he thought more about it, the more he realized that it probably had to do with him.
Voldemort knew that he weilded the phoenix now, and that worried him more than his father being around. This was going to be a huge fight, one he knew he could win, but what cost would victory require?
~~~~
"What are you thinking about,love?" Harry asked Draco gently, running his fingers through Draco's hair, a concearned look on his face. Draco turned so he could look Harry in the face, a soft grin on his lips. "Nothing much, just you naked." Draco grinned and pecked Harry's very wet lips with a playful nip. Harry instantly was excited and forgot his concearn and they both got up and headed to the prefect quarters.
Their kissing was playful until they entered the room and slammed the door, it quickly became passionate and somewhat desperate once they were alone. Clothes were pulled off in rapid sucession and strewn about to match the state of their minds. The moaning could be heard down in the common room.
~~~~
Ron smiled at his Girlfriend as they both giggled. "Should we give them some privacy?" Ron asked, at tad embarrased a clear blush entering his cheeks. "No, we should enjoy the show even if there's no picture." She giggled, putting her finger to her lips in a hushing signal.
~~~
The two lovers were naked now, their passion slowed and touching now more deliberite and attentive. "Harry....I love you." Draco said, between gentle kisses. Harry simply kissed Draco on the stomach as he got closer to his goal, a completely erect Draco. He moved his hand up and down Draco's Shaft and listend as his lover's breathing increased. Harry liked this, he could read Draco's build up and stop just before he released.
As Draco reached his peak, Harry stopped pumping his member and let him relax for two or three seconds, then pumping him to his peak again starting slow and with each stroke quickening his pace. Once he had done this about three times, he looked at Draco with a sly smile and then straddled him allowing Draco's cock to slide along his crevase and slowly moved up and down allowing his cheeks to stroke it. Draco's moans became loud and maddening.
Harry was hot, he reached back and grabbed Draco's cock and pushed it into his hot hole, hungrily it ate the cock and the muscle began to pull and suck harder than a mouth. Draco's eyes were closed, he was in ecstasy. The feelings rushing through him for indescribable.
Harry was loving being in control of Draco, not in a mean way, but in a way that he liked pleasing him. Seeing Draco this hot made Harry happy. "Come for me Draco." Harry commanded somewhat breathless, ridding his love at a slow pace. Harry Reallized that Draco's cock was making him ooze precum and as he started to ride a bit faster, he came. Spewing jets of come out on Draco's belly.
He felt Draco stiffen and shoot the warm juice into him and then let out a moan of satisfied exhaustion. Harry bent down and kissed Draco and moved into a postion beside him on the bed. Draco kissed him again on the head as he pulled the covers over them and they both went to sleep almost as soon as the covers reached over them.
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end Chapter 11