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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
64
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41,765
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267
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Live your Dream
20
The trip was awkward and quiet. Sirius knew something, because he always talked, it helped him deal with flying, which he very much hated. He knew something, his silence told Harry that much. Lily seemed entrapped in a fashion magizine and failed to even acknowledge the flight attendant when she asked if she needed anything. There was a slight tension to her silence, as if this whole trip was about more than restoring a relationship, Harry thought to himself and couldn't think why that would be important.
Harry found himself trapped more and more by his thoughts of mistrust. Having been hurt many times since being true to himself, he learned very fast to recognized a bad situation. He still had no idea why he really felt like that, other than his mother's overreaction to seeing him. She hadn't written him in the two years since he left, 'Why now?' The thoughts consumed more and more as he got close to his childhood home.
Time had been kind to his memories, they wern't all bad. As Sirius pulled up the driveway to Harry's old home, the boy smiled. He had forgoten how nice it was to live here and just how much he had missed it. It was pure suburbia, not like where he live now, where the big city cast a shadow on his small psudeo suburb. He liked it, but this seemed more open and free.
~~~
Draco was alone with his thoughts. This was the first time he was away from Harry and it seemed that it was Harry that kept him sane. Draco had alot to consider, soon the season would go into the state playoffs and the colleges would come calling. He didn't fear it now, as he had when it was his dad's pressure that kept him focused. Harry had give him a reason to love football again.
He sat watching film and taking some notes. Coach snape was busy drawing the defensive schemes and planning other things. He had given Draco command of the offense, it was alot of work, but it was nice for Draco to know he was so well thought of by the coach. Ron had come over too and they were casually chatting and exchanging ideas about what to do on a certain play.
"Do you see that Drake?" Ron spoke and pointed his laser pointer at the TV. "They're pulling the linebacker into defend a pass, that should leave me open over the middle." Draco looked at the screen and nodded. "That looks good." He mumbled to Ron. Ron stopped the film. "Is something wrong?" He asked concerned and a bit annoyed. Draco shook his head. "No, it's just I wish Harry was here." Ron nodded. "Sorry, I know how you feel." Draco wavied him off and continued to write notes down.
~~~
He was angry, why did life at his age appear to be so complicated. He was with sirius now, a day after discovering the reason his mother needed him. She had wanted him to be the heir to her father's fourtune. Harry knew then and there that his dream was not with his mother. After a heated argument, Harry stormed out to a waiting sirius.
"I told her you wouldn't like this idea." Sirius said, as they drove down the road. "Why didn't you just wan me?" Harry asked, very irritated at being duped into flying down here. "Because Harry, you needed to reach your own conclusion about her." Sirius sighed. "I'm sorry Harry, I suppose you are right." Harry leaned his head on his door window, it was a long trip to the airport and Harry didn't feel like talking, he just wanted to hurry the time until he could see Draco.
It was a bitter time for Harry. He had found his fleeting hope that his mother still loved him had all been a lie. He figured his dad had known and just kept it from him, as though he were an ignorant child. He would be pissed, but he knew his dad only worried for him, so in the end, he just shrugged it off.
His dreams overtook him, he barely came out of them to board the plain and then returned to them. He was dreaming of the Dance and how Draco had held him gently and close. He dreamt of the romantic times in the park. He wanted to visit Draco's mom again, she seemed nice when they met. His mind was one thing, Draco.
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Draco snapped up from his notes as the phone rang. He answered quickly so he and ron could get back to designing plays to run. "Hello?" Draco said. "Draco?" Harry replied. "Draco it's Harry. I'm calling you from the plane dude." Draco swallowed a excited frog in his throat. He turned to Ron and mouthed that it was Harry. Ron shook his head and smiled. "Hi Harry, why are you calling from a plane?" Draco asked honestly.
"Because stupid, I'm coming home right now." Draco suppressed a smile. "OK, I'll see you when you get here." Draco replied. "See you then, bye." "bye." Draco plopped down on the couch. "Holy crap dude, you are in love. Look at you, all blushing and shit, awww." Ron teased. Draco just sunk back into the couch and blushed more. Ron was right, but it didn't mean Draco could admit it.
Everything was much clearer when Harry was around, Draco knew that. In fact, even dealing with life was different when he was around. Harry was alot less cynical and somewhat innocent of most bad things. Draco found that to be sexy and special, something he himself lacked, but appriciated in Harry. It was sort of a vicarious existence, living off Harry's positive nature was like a vampire needing blood.
Coach snape and Ron had left. Draco didn't really realize this until he went to ask a question and found he was alone. He returned to the solitude of his thoughts of Harry, his soft smile, the truth in his tears, the need of his hands, his gentle laugh. They were all key features to the boy he loved. He closed his eyes and pictured making love to Harry. He wouldn't call it sex, it was not animalistic, it was caring and kind, like a soft caress of a cool bedsheet on a summer evening.
He imagined Harry and him wrestling and chasing eachother through the house, naked of course, laughing playfully. Eventually his imagination turned to foreplay and then sex in the shower, again slow and passionate as Draco loving massgaed Harry's body with soap. He felt himself grow very hard. Without opening his eyes, he reached down and undid his pants. Slowly he pulled them down and revealed a nice pair of boxer briefs. He reached in and took hold of his hard member and began to softly massage it, still focused on his fantasy.
His fanstasy picked up on reality and followed his hands pace. Slowly and steadily he jerked himself. In his fantasy, Harry was riding him slowly, softly breathing gentle moans of passion. Gradually, he increased his pace and began to moan Harry's name. The smack of his flesh didn't register to him, his fantasy still of the up most importance, Harry's moans increased and Draco jerked faster and faster, trying to follow Harry. He spasmed and shot before he realized it. His body jerk and his juice emptied into his underwear. Draco opened his eyes, now breathless and satisfied. "Damn you Harry Potter!" He whispered, a soft smile crept over him.
Tired from his fantsy he kicked his pants off and laid down on the couch in soiled boxers and his shirt and went to sleep. Satisfied, contented, and most of all, relieved of some teenage sexual tension. His dreams were about Harry and playing football, two things he loved, so this was turning out to be a good day indeed.
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End Chapter 20
A/N Sorry, I have taken so long. :( I hope I don't lose fans. Just read book 6. I wpn't spoil it, don't worry. Also, the easy part of writting football is up soon so updates should increase, I also will be revealing the tradgic truth about what lily asked Harry to do in later chapters. I need a few reviews to cheer me up for having left you waiting so long.
The trip was awkward and quiet. Sirius knew something, because he always talked, it helped him deal with flying, which he very much hated. He knew something, his silence told Harry that much. Lily seemed entrapped in a fashion magizine and failed to even acknowledge the flight attendant when she asked if she needed anything. There was a slight tension to her silence, as if this whole trip was about more than restoring a relationship, Harry thought to himself and couldn't think why that would be important.
Harry found himself trapped more and more by his thoughts of mistrust. Having been hurt many times since being true to himself, he learned very fast to recognized a bad situation. He still had no idea why he really felt like that, other than his mother's overreaction to seeing him. She hadn't written him in the two years since he left, 'Why now?' The thoughts consumed more and more as he got close to his childhood home.
Time had been kind to his memories, they wern't all bad. As Sirius pulled up the driveway to Harry's old home, the boy smiled. He had forgoten how nice it was to live here and just how much he had missed it. It was pure suburbia, not like where he live now, where the big city cast a shadow on his small psudeo suburb. He liked it, but this seemed more open and free.
~~~
Draco was alone with his thoughts. This was the first time he was away from Harry and it seemed that it was Harry that kept him sane. Draco had alot to consider, soon the season would go into the state playoffs and the colleges would come calling. He didn't fear it now, as he had when it was his dad's pressure that kept him focused. Harry had give him a reason to love football again.
He sat watching film and taking some notes. Coach snape was busy drawing the defensive schemes and planning other things. He had given Draco command of the offense, it was alot of work, but it was nice for Draco to know he was so well thought of by the coach. Ron had come over too and they were casually chatting and exchanging ideas about what to do on a certain play.
"Do you see that Drake?" Ron spoke and pointed his laser pointer at the TV. "They're pulling the linebacker into defend a pass, that should leave me open over the middle." Draco looked at the screen and nodded. "That looks good." He mumbled to Ron. Ron stopped the film. "Is something wrong?" He asked concerned and a bit annoyed. Draco shook his head. "No, it's just I wish Harry was here." Ron nodded. "Sorry, I know how you feel." Draco wavied him off and continued to write notes down.
~~~
He was angry, why did life at his age appear to be so complicated. He was with sirius now, a day after discovering the reason his mother needed him. She had wanted him to be the heir to her father's fourtune. Harry knew then and there that his dream was not with his mother. After a heated argument, Harry stormed out to a waiting sirius.
"I told her you wouldn't like this idea." Sirius said, as they drove down the road. "Why didn't you just wan me?" Harry asked, very irritated at being duped into flying down here. "Because Harry, you needed to reach your own conclusion about her." Sirius sighed. "I'm sorry Harry, I suppose you are right." Harry leaned his head on his door window, it was a long trip to the airport and Harry didn't feel like talking, he just wanted to hurry the time until he could see Draco.
It was a bitter time for Harry. He had found his fleeting hope that his mother still loved him had all been a lie. He figured his dad had known and just kept it from him, as though he were an ignorant child. He would be pissed, but he knew his dad only worried for him, so in the end, he just shrugged it off.
His dreams overtook him, he barely came out of them to board the plain and then returned to them. He was dreaming of the Dance and how Draco had held him gently and close. He dreamt of the romantic times in the park. He wanted to visit Draco's mom again, she seemed nice when they met. His mind was one thing, Draco.
~~~~
Draco snapped up from his notes as the phone rang. He answered quickly so he and ron could get back to designing plays to run. "Hello?" Draco said. "Draco?" Harry replied. "Draco it's Harry. I'm calling you from the plane dude." Draco swallowed a excited frog in his throat. He turned to Ron and mouthed that it was Harry. Ron shook his head and smiled. "Hi Harry, why are you calling from a plane?" Draco asked honestly.
"Because stupid, I'm coming home right now." Draco suppressed a smile. "OK, I'll see you when you get here." Draco replied. "See you then, bye." "bye." Draco plopped down on the couch. "Holy crap dude, you are in love. Look at you, all blushing and shit, awww." Ron teased. Draco just sunk back into the couch and blushed more. Ron was right, but it didn't mean Draco could admit it.
Everything was much clearer when Harry was around, Draco knew that. In fact, even dealing with life was different when he was around. Harry was alot less cynical and somewhat innocent of most bad things. Draco found that to be sexy and special, something he himself lacked, but appriciated in Harry. It was sort of a vicarious existence, living off Harry's positive nature was like a vampire needing blood.
Coach snape and Ron had left. Draco didn't really realize this until he went to ask a question and found he was alone. He returned to the solitude of his thoughts of Harry, his soft smile, the truth in his tears, the need of his hands, his gentle laugh. They were all key features to the boy he loved. He closed his eyes and pictured making love to Harry. He wouldn't call it sex, it was not animalistic, it was caring and kind, like a soft caress of a cool bedsheet on a summer evening.
He imagined Harry and him wrestling and chasing eachother through the house, naked of course, laughing playfully. Eventually his imagination turned to foreplay and then sex in the shower, again slow and passionate as Draco loving massgaed Harry's body with soap. He felt himself grow very hard. Without opening his eyes, he reached down and undid his pants. Slowly he pulled them down and revealed a nice pair of boxer briefs. He reached in and took hold of his hard member and began to softly massage it, still focused on his fantasy.
His fanstasy picked up on reality and followed his hands pace. Slowly and steadily he jerked himself. In his fantasy, Harry was riding him slowly, softly breathing gentle moans of passion. Gradually, he increased his pace and began to moan Harry's name. The smack of his flesh didn't register to him, his fantasy still of the up most importance, Harry's moans increased and Draco jerked faster and faster, trying to follow Harry. He spasmed and shot before he realized it. His body jerk and his juice emptied into his underwear. Draco opened his eyes, now breathless and satisfied. "Damn you Harry Potter!" He whispered, a soft smile crept over him.
Tired from his fantsy he kicked his pants off and laid down on the couch in soiled boxers and his shirt and went to sleep. Satisfied, contented, and most of all, relieved of some teenage sexual tension. His dreams were about Harry and playing football, two things he loved, so this was turning out to be a good day indeed.
~~~~
End Chapter 20
A/N Sorry, I have taken so long. :( I hope I don't lose fans. Just read book 6. I wpn't spoil it, don't worry. Also, the easy part of writting football is up soon so updates should increase, I also will be revealing the tradgic truth about what lily asked Harry to do in later chapters. I need a few reviews to cheer me up for having left you waiting so long.