Fiction is Not Life

Harry and Ginny were walking down the streets of Diagon Alley, hand in hand, browsing the shops. It had been a little over a week and Harry still had not picked up the book, which not only made his mind clearer, but it made his wife happier as well.

He knew he and Ginny were having problems, particularly in the bedroom, and realized a lot of that had to do with his little obsession. After he made his decision to stop reading the book for a while, he put all his energy into his real world, hoping it would help his and Ginny’s relationship grow. He knew it would take some time, but hoped soon he would be able to love her like he had in the beginning.

“Ooh, Hermione was telling me about this new book that came out,” Ginny excitedly said, guiding her husband over to Flourish & Blotts. “Mind if we go inside for a bit?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He shook his head and smiled, allowing her to lead. “Not at all,” he replied, glancing around the store as soon as they entered.

Ginny released his hand and gave him a quick kiss before moving toward the aisle Hermione had told her about.

Harry remained where he was, scanning the books on the shelf in front of him. Thankfully, they were all about potions, nothing that had ever sparked his interest.

He suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows when one of the books caught his eye. He quickly pulled it off the shelf, reading the cover in shock. It wasn’t so much the title or the topic that had grasped him, but the author. His author. Balaur Night.

He opened the book, flipping through the pages, surprised that his favorite author also wrote books on potions. He smiled at the man’s words, not even caring that they were about his worst subject.

“You should read his other works,” a voice said beside him, causing Harry to drop the book in surprise.

Harry blushed in embarrassment, bending down and picking up the book. He heard the man chuckle and quickly turned to the source, his eyes widening in surprise. His body suddenly shivered, the image of Daniel appearing once more as he stared at the blond before him. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it, dropping the book on the shelf and running out of the store without even a second glance back.

Once outside, he stepped off to the side of the building and placed his hand on his chest, his heart beating rapidly. He suddenly heard footsteps approaching and held his breath, hoping it wasn’t him. He nervously looked to the side, relaxing when he saw it was only Ginny.

“Harry, what happened? Why’d you run out like that?” she asked, concern written all over her face.

“I…I just had to get out of there,” he hesitated, hearing his voice quiver a little.

Ginny moved closer to him, reaching up and placing her hand on his pale cheek. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t look well,” she recognized.

Harry swallowed, shaking his head. “I’m not,” he whispered. “I think I need to go home.”

She frowned, releasing his cheek. “Do you want me to come with you? I still had a bit more shopping to do,” she explained.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he said. “I’m just going to go home and rest.”

“Okay,” she sighed, wishing they could have been out together a little longer. “Feel better. I’ll be home later,” she then said, giving him a quick kiss.

He sighed, seeing her turn back around and return to the bookstore. He shook his head and began his journey back to the Leaky Cauldron. He knew she was upset, but there was nothing he could do. He had to get out of there. His heart, mind and body couldn’t take it anymore.

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I scratched my fingers down his naked back, arching into him when he hit that perfect spot inside of me. I silently screamed my pleasure, my eyes never leaving his. He leaned down and seized my open mouth, searching for my tongue.

He continued to thrust inside me, our kiss becoming more heated. I could feel his body tense and knew he was almost there. I gripped his back tighter, pulling him closer so I could feel his orgasm rush through me.

He released my mouth and stared at me, green eyes sparkling with desire. His thrusts became quicker and shorter. His warm breath was grazing my lips from his pants. I smiled at him, feeling his emotions pour into me. He was my everything, just as I was his.

Harry was stroking his cock firmly, biting hard into his lower lip. He hated himself for giving in, but he just couldn't take it anymore. It was calling to him as soon as he entered the room and saw it on the shelf. He had to see Daniel again; he had to let him know he hadn’t forgotten about him.

“Oh Daniel,” he murmured, closing his eyes and shaking his head. His orgasm was pushing through at an increasing rate and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer. The blond smiled up at him, urging him to come. “Yes,” Harry panted. “Fuck yes.”

The image of Daniel quickly changed, causing Harry to moan even louder. He was looking at the face of the man he had seen in the bookstore; the man that had looked so much like his Daniel; the man that had made his heart beat rapidly in his chest at the knowledge of that. “Oh god,” Harry gasped. “Don’t stop. Draco, fuck, don’t stop.”

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A/N: I hope you're enjoying this story so far. And just to let you know that this is a short story, probably about 5 chapters long. Thank you for taking the time to read it. :)

Sonia: haha Yes, naughty Harry. That's so true about trying to find someone in real life who reminds you of your ficitional character. I keep searching for Radcliffe, but he just won't give in yet. :) Thanks for your review. I hope this story continues to keep your interest.

Black Padfoot: I'm so glad you checked my story out anyway. Truth is, I don't like my summary much either. I'm still even iffy with the title. *sigh* The only thing I truly like is my story. lol :) Hope you'll like where this goes. And if not, that's okay too. It's so good to see your name again for one of my stories! Thanks for reviewing. :)

FallenAngel1129: I'm glad you like it! Here's the next chapter. Hope you will like this too. :)