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Proposal
Authors Note: I\'m so thrilled! So many reviews on the last chapter and I didn\'t even have to threaten Faerie Kind. sniff. So happy. Well, as alwaysmy my first Thanks go out to Alicia & Alexandra. They offer such wonderful edits and feedback. I\'m on track to finish this story this week, possibly as soon as tomorrow. Sorry that it\'s a wee bit shorter in size than some of my previous chapters for this story...but I had a stopping point in mind, and I didn\'t want to ruin the ending by giving you all too much. lol.
Chapter 11 Proposal
I was blissfully happy to be back in Harry’s arms every night and spending all our spare time together during the day. He was fascinating, humble, clever, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I knew that at some point, I would have to tell my father and mother, and I wasn’t looking forward to that moment. Even as a grown man I had a healthy fear of my father, and knew he wouldn’t take this new development in stride. He would rip everything away from me in one fell swoop.
It didn’t take long for the rumor mill to begin churning around Hogwarts, and neither of us did anything to dissuade people from talking about our relationship.
The first time we walked into the Great Hall hand in hand, every face turned to watch. It was peculiar. Harry was used to flagrant attention being paid to his every movement, but the situation was brand new for me.
I could suddenly see why Harry made such a big deal over it. We couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without whispers and pointed looks being directed at us.
No one was hostile, really, just openly curious. I even had to put an end to my weekly question and answer sessions in my classes. I had tried to hold onto that bit ever since the very first day, letting the students ask me anything at all. But when they started asking about Harry’s and my sex life, I had to nip it.
“Yes, Miss Parker, we make love,” I answered plainly.
She screwed up her face in confusion. “But how?”
I laughed. “I’m afraid you’ll have to work that out on your own. Lucky for you you’ll never be tested on the mechanics of it.”
The class laughed and another student raised his hand. “Yes, Cooper.”
“Does Professor Evans have a big prick?” the boy asked.
I rolled my eyes and waved the class into quiet. “Cooper, you’ll never get anywhere near it, I promise, so there is no need to worry about the size.” I huffed as the class gave a general ‘ooh’ as if someone had been summoned to the headmaster’s office. “That’s enough. No more questions about gay sex… or penises.”
Everyone with a hand in the air lowered them in unison and I groaned. “Seriously people, can’t you find anything else to talk about?”
Judging from the headshakes and the jeering it didn’t sound like a plausible request, so I dismissed the class a few minutes early and sagged against my desk in defeat.
“So does he? Have a big prick?” came a voice from the doorway.
I jumped and grinned widely when I saw Harry, leaning elegantly against the doorjamb. I walked over to him and pulled him inside, shutting the door firmly behind us. “You heard that did you?”
He frowned and raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What I heard was you dodging the question... twice.”
I laughed and leaned in, whispering seductively. “Would you rather I have told them you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen?”
Harry laughed and blushed furiously. It made him look so edible. “Have you seen many others?” he asked curiously.
“Loads,” I replied cheekily.
He frowned again. “Really?” His tone was suddenly serious.
“I was on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and we did all shower together,” I said, trying to ease his mind.
“And after that? After I left?” He had slipped on a mask of indifference, but I could see the nervousness in his eyes. He was afraid of my answer. “I would never fault you for having another boy-“
I pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. “I haven’t even so much as kissed anyone in the last ten years,” I whispered against his lips. I suddenly realized how utterly and pathetically in love I had been with him. To choose abstinence over casual pleasure… all because deep down I knew one day I would be with Harry again, and I wanted to stay pure for him, my body and soul being for him alone.
His posture relaxed at my words and he kissed me back. “It’s been the same for me,” he whispered eagerly. “It’s always been you, only you.”
I groaned against his lips, taking in the bottom one between my teeth. I loved that he was all mine. No one would ever know him like I did. No one else would ever get to know about how sexy the gentle slope between his hipbones was, especially under candle light, or how quickly his nipples hardened under a gentle tongue. No one else would get to hear the sultry noises he made close to climaxing, or feel his sweet breath against their flesh. It was intoxicating having that kind of power.
I pushed him over to the desk and pinned him effectively against it, his back flattened to my chest. I bit him roughly on the neck, just below his ear, and he threw his head back in a deep moan. I pressed a hot trail of kisses down his neck and felt him shudder and writhe against me.
Gripping the desk in a deadly clutch, Harry bucked against me, grinding my erection against the cleft of his arse. I grabbed his hips sharply, stilling him. I didn’t want to lose it so quickly.
My breath was already coming out in hot gasps as I reached under his robes, un-tucking his shirt and ran my hands over his fevered skin. He was unbuckling his trousers in time with me as I heard a noise from the doorway.
Someone had cleared their throat, trying to get our attention.
We jumped away from each other like we were on fire and I glared at the man who interrupted us.
“Father,” I said sharply.
Harry was practically scowling, but Lucius paid him no mind. “Draco, I see that a change in your environment has not altered your unnatural predilection.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, did you honestly think it would?”
He seemed to really think about my question. “I honestly thought it was merely tied to Potter,” he answered honestly, shooting a glance at the man he obviously didn’t recognize. “Rumors have come to me however, saying that you have taken a fondness of this new one, this Evans.”
Harry snickered lightly, and Lucius sneered.
“Father, it’s really none of your business, but yes, I’m dating James,” I told him.
Lucius scoffed. “Here I thought you were so loyal to the Potter boy.” He shook his head as if disappointed. “Though I can see why you chose him.” He gestured to the man standing hand in hand with his son. “Well, if a likeness is all you require, I have a proposition for you, something that would make both our lives easier.”
“Not interested,” I said lightly.
At my words Lucius turned around and walked out the door, and for a moment, I thought it was really going to be that easy to get rid of my father. I should have known better.
When he came back he had a guest. The woman beside him was stunning. She was slim and had shoulder length hair that fell in ebony ringlets around her face. He skin was sun kissed, but still slightly pale. It wasn’t until I met her shy gaze that I realized what my father was up to.
Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. Harry’s eyes.
A moment later Harry was squeezing my hand, looking at me curiously. “Do you want a moment alone?” he asked. That indifferent mask was firmly in place again. I would have to find an uninterrupted place to wipe the dejected look in his eyes away for good.
Lucius answered before I could. “Yes, Professor Evans. I would like some time alone with my son.”
Harry didn’t even look at him or acknowledge that he had spoken. His brilliant green eyes stayed glued to mine, waiting for my answer.
I opened my mouth to tell him to stay, but the words wouldn’t come out. So I just shut my mouth and nodded.
I could see his heart breaking at my words, and I almost grabbed him and pulled him back, but I didn’t. I don’t even know why I had to tell him to go, why I felt the need to listen to my father’s proposition.
I just needed to take care of it on my own, and know that whatever decision I came to, I would be making it for the right reasons.
Harry raised my hand, and pressed a chaste kiss on my palm. “Goodbye Draco,” he whispered, so low that I barely heard him.
I wanted to shout at him, tell him it wasn’t like that… but I just let him leave, and turned my attention back to my father.
--
Lucius had perfect timing as always. Draco and I were together again at last, and here he was to yank it all out from under us and tear it asunder. It had only been a few weeks since our first night together as a couple.
I could tell the buzz around the castle was already grating on him. He no longer mentioned my reverting my name back, and I think that had as much to do with his sudden fear of being attacked by the media as his respect for my decision.
We had both been gay men since we were seventeen, but neither of us had admitted it openly to more than each other and our closest family. The flack for that alone was going to be a heavy price, but to add Harry Potter into the mixture make it highly flammable.
I felt sorry for him in a way. Even after all these years, I could cope with the scrutiny, but Draco had never been trained to withstand it.
Draco’s silver eyes held confusion and curiosity for the new raven-haired beauty his father was offering him. Who was I to stand in his way if that was the life he wanted? It would certainly be easier for him.
It was never my intention to make him choose between his parents and me and I knew that by choosing me, he would be doing just that. His Father would disown him and he would be left without a home, money, or even a family.
If there was still a way for him to be happy without me, then I would let him take it, and I wouldn’t let him see it break me, wouldn’t let him look back on his decision with regret.
So I told him goodbye, and I left the room, not intending to see him again.
--
Author\'s note: I\'m going to refrain from threatening the faeries again, since it worked so well the last time. I hope everyone still reviews. Please read some of my other fics too, and look out for new ones being posted this week. I got so many good story requests and I\'m working on 3 right now along with another idea I have in the making. So right now I\'m on a roll. lol
Chapter 11 Proposal
I was blissfully happy to be back in Harry’s arms every night and spending all our spare time together during the day. He was fascinating, humble, clever, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I knew that at some point, I would have to tell my father and mother, and I wasn’t looking forward to that moment. Even as a grown man I had a healthy fear of my father, and knew he wouldn’t take this new development in stride. He would rip everything away from me in one fell swoop.
It didn’t take long for the rumor mill to begin churning around Hogwarts, and neither of us did anything to dissuade people from talking about our relationship.
The first time we walked into the Great Hall hand in hand, every face turned to watch. It was peculiar. Harry was used to flagrant attention being paid to his every movement, but the situation was brand new for me.
I could suddenly see why Harry made such a big deal over it. We couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without whispers and pointed looks being directed at us.
No one was hostile, really, just openly curious. I even had to put an end to my weekly question and answer sessions in my classes. I had tried to hold onto that bit ever since the very first day, letting the students ask me anything at all. But when they started asking about Harry’s and my sex life, I had to nip it.
“Yes, Miss Parker, we make love,” I answered plainly.
She screwed up her face in confusion. “But how?”
I laughed. “I’m afraid you’ll have to work that out on your own. Lucky for you you’ll never be tested on the mechanics of it.”
The class laughed and another student raised his hand. “Yes, Cooper.”
“Does Professor Evans have a big prick?” the boy asked.
I rolled my eyes and waved the class into quiet. “Cooper, you’ll never get anywhere near it, I promise, so there is no need to worry about the size.” I huffed as the class gave a general ‘ooh’ as if someone had been summoned to the headmaster’s office. “That’s enough. No more questions about gay sex… or penises.”
Everyone with a hand in the air lowered them in unison and I groaned. “Seriously people, can’t you find anything else to talk about?”
Judging from the headshakes and the jeering it didn’t sound like a plausible request, so I dismissed the class a few minutes early and sagged against my desk in defeat.
“So does he? Have a big prick?” came a voice from the doorway.
I jumped and grinned widely when I saw Harry, leaning elegantly against the doorjamb. I walked over to him and pulled him inside, shutting the door firmly behind us. “You heard that did you?”
He frowned and raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What I heard was you dodging the question... twice.”
I laughed and leaned in, whispering seductively. “Would you rather I have told them you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen?”
Harry laughed and blushed furiously. It made him look so edible. “Have you seen many others?” he asked curiously.
“Loads,” I replied cheekily.
He frowned again. “Really?” His tone was suddenly serious.
“I was on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and we did all shower together,” I said, trying to ease his mind.
“And after that? After I left?” He had slipped on a mask of indifference, but I could see the nervousness in his eyes. He was afraid of my answer. “I would never fault you for having another boy-“
I pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. “I haven’t even so much as kissed anyone in the last ten years,” I whispered against his lips. I suddenly realized how utterly and pathetically in love I had been with him. To choose abstinence over casual pleasure… all because deep down I knew one day I would be with Harry again, and I wanted to stay pure for him, my body and soul being for him alone.
His posture relaxed at my words and he kissed me back. “It’s been the same for me,” he whispered eagerly. “It’s always been you, only you.”
I groaned against his lips, taking in the bottom one between my teeth. I loved that he was all mine. No one would ever know him like I did. No one else would ever get to know about how sexy the gentle slope between his hipbones was, especially under candle light, or how quickly his nipples hardened under a gentle tongue. No one else would get to hear the sultry noises he made close to climaxing, or feel his sweet breath against their flesh. It was intoxicating having that kind of power.
I pushed him over to the desk and pinned him effectively against it, his back flattened to my chest. I bit him roughly on the neck, just below his ear, and he threw his head back in a deep moan. I pressed a hot trail of kisses down his neck and felt him shudder and writhe against me.
Gripping the desk in a deadly clutch, Harry bucked against me, grinding my erection against the cleft of his arse. I grabbed his hips sharply, stilling him. I didn’t want to lose it so quickly.
My breath was already coming out in hot gasps as I reached under his robes, un-tucking his shirt and ran my hands over his fevered skin. He was unbuckling his trousers in time with me as I heard a noise from the doorway.
Someone had cleared their throat, trying to get our attention.
We jumped away from each other like we were on fire and I glared at the man who interrupted us.
“Father,” I said sharply.
Harry was practically scowling, but Lucius paid him no mind. “Draco, I see that a change in your environment has not altered your unnatural predilection.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, did you honestly think it would?”
He seemed to really think about my question. “I honestly thought it was merely tied to Potter,” he answered honestly, shooting a glance at the man he obviously didn’t recognize. “Rumors have come to me however, saying that you have taken a fondness of this new one, this Evans.”
Harry snickered lightly, and Lucius sneered.
“Father, it’s really none of your business, but yes, I’m dating James,” I told him.
Lucius scoffed. “Here I thought you were so loyal to the Potter boy.” He shook his head as if disappointed. “Though I can see why you chose him.” He gestured to the man standing hand in hand with his son. “Well, if a likeness is all you require, I have a proposition for you, something that would make both our lives easier.”
“Not interested,” I said lightly.
At my words Lucius turned around and walked out the door, and for a moment, I thought it was really going to be that easy to get rid of my father. I should have known better.
When he came back he had a guest. The woman beside him was stunning. She was slim and had shoulder length hair that fell in ebony ringlets around her face. He skin was sun kissed, but still slightly pale. It wasn’t until I met her shy gaze that I realized what my father was up to.
Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. Harry’s eyes.
A moment later Harry was squeezing my hand, looking at me curiously. “Do you want a moment alone?” he asked. That indifferent mask was firmly in place again. I would have to find an uninterrupted place to wipe the dejected look in his eyes away for good.
Lucius answered before I could. “Yes, Professor Evans. I would like some time alone with my son.”
Harry didn’t even look at him or acknowledge that he had spoken. His brilliant green eyes stayed glued to mine, waiting for my answer.
I opened my mouth to tell him to stay, but the words wouldn’t come out. So I just shut my mouth and nodded.
I could see his heart breaking at my words, and I almost grabbed him and pulled him back, but I didn’t. I don’t even know why I had to tell him to go, why I felt the need to listen to my father’s proposition.
I just needed to take care of it on my own, and know that whatever decision I came to, I would be making it for the right reasons.
Harry raised my hand, and pressed a chaste kiss on my palm. “Goodbye Draco,” he whispered, so low that I barely heard him.
I wanted to shout at him, tell him it wasn’t like that… but I just let him leave, and turned my attention back to my father.
--
Lucius had perfect timing as always. Draco and I were together again at last, and here he was to yank it all out from under us and tear it asunder. It had only been a few weeks since our first night together as a couple.
I could tell the buzz around the castle was already grating on him. He no longer mentioned my reverting my name back, and I think that had as much to do with his sudden fear of being attacked by the media as his respect for my decision.
We had both been gay men since we were seventeen, but neither of us had admitted it openly to more than each other and our closest family. The flack for that alone was going to be a heavy price, but to add Harry Potter into the mixture make it highly flammable.
I felt sorry for him in a way. Even after all these years, I could cope with the scrutiny, but Draco had never been trained to withstand it.
Draco’s silver eyes held confusion and curiosity for the new raven-haired beauty his father was offering him. Who was I to stand in his way if that was the life he wanted? It would certainly be easier for him.
It was never my intention to make him choose between his parents and me and I knew that by choosing me, he would be doing just that. His Father would disown him and he would be left without a home, money, or even a family.
If there was still a way for him to be happy without me, then I would let him take it, and I wouldn’t let him see it break me, wouldn’t let him look back on his decision with regret.
So I told him goodbye, and I left the room, not intending to see him again.
--
Author\'s note: I\'m going to refrain from threatening the faeries again, since it worked so well the last time. I hope everyone still reviews. Please read some of my other fics too, and look out for new ones being posted this week. I got so many good story requests and I\'m working on 3 right now along with another idea I have in the making. So right now I\'m on a roll. lol