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A World Away
Chapter Number/Total: 20/20
Chapter Title: A World Away
Words: 2530 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco sighed and sat up, looking around over the tall grass. It was barely light out, with a grey mist in the air. He could see the ocean and a lighthouse on a point that jutted out into the sea. He looked in all directions but didn't see anyone besides Harry.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked, moving to sit up a bit as well.
"We find a place to rest for a bit while I reset the Portkey," Draco said. "That jump was dangerous and the next one will be too."
"Okay, do you see anyplace to stay?" Harry asked, trying to look around through the grass.
"I see a lighthouse and nothing else," Draco said, getting to his feet now and holding a hand out to help Harry to his feet.
Harry reached up and took Draco's hand, pulling himself up slowly. "I don't know if we can hide in a lighthouse."
"Why not?" Draco asked, leading them across the field toward the building.
"Aren't there people there?" Harry asked, following as usual.
"I don't know, but let's find out," Draco said, putting his wand inside his jacket.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand and walked closer, his other hand pushed into his jeans pocket.
They walked through the field and finally made it to the lighthouse. There was a door but it was locked. Draco frowned, debating whether or not it put them at more risk by using magic.
"Do you want to try?" Harry murmured, guessing what Draco was thinking as they stood in front of the door.
"If they follow us, they might be able to follow the magical signature. But if they follow us, it is pretty obvious where we would go anyway," Draco argued with himself. Then he shrugged and pulled his wand. "Alohomora!" The door swung open.
Harry waited a moment to hear anything before he stepped inside, looking around quickly just in case there was any movement.
Draco still had his wand drawn and stepped inside the column-shaped building. There were stairs that wound up the walls. The place looked unused.
"I don't think anyone's here," Harry said quietly, looking up at the stairs.
Draco closed the door behind them. There were a few dirty windows letting in some light. He walked over. The stairs themselves looked sturdy and he began to climb them.
Harry followed quickly behind him, grateful that the place really did seem completely empty, despite the fact that it was a lighthouse.
It was a long climb to the top. They found a room with the big electric lights in it, surrounded by thick glass. Draco looked out over the ocean, reaching a hand back toward Harry.
Harry took it, stepping up to look out as well. "It's nice."
Draco pulled Harry close, sliding his arm around him and looking out at the water, sunrise lighting the waves. "It's beautiful," he said in a soft voice.
Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder with a small sigh. "Thank you, Draco..."
After a little while of watching the ocean and scanning the horizon in all directions, Draco turned back to the work at hand. "I didn't think to pack food," he admitted, sitting down on the floor of the lighthouse room and opening their pack.
"It's okay, I can wait," Harry said, sitting down next to him. "As long as you remembered everything else."
Draco pulled out the materials he needed to reset the Portkey to San Francisco. "I need the collar," he said.
Harry reached up and carefully undid the collar, rubbing his neck gently as he held it out for Draco.
Draco reached out and gently touched the bruises on Harry's neck. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he said.
"I know. It's okay, Draco," Harry said softly.
Draco slid his hand around the back of Harry's neck and his other he reached around his waist, pulling him forward.
"We'll be fine," Harry said suddenly, looking up into Draco's eyes. "I can tell, Draco."
Draco pulled Harry into his lap, bending to kissing him again.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and kissed him hard, as if he were trying to push all of his emotions into it.
Draco leant back against the glass wall, kissing and touching the other man.
Harry cupped Draco's cheeks as he kissed him, breathing harshly in between.
Draco's hands reached for the hem of Harry's shirt, slipping under and caressing the flesh of the man's back.
"Want you," Harry gasped when he pulled back to look at Draco.
"Yes, you do, don't you?" Draco asked, licking his lips and amazed by how much Harry had come to desire him as well. He looked around little room and smiled. "Against the glass?" he asked.
"No one's looking," Harry replied, smiling a bit as he blushed.
"Up then," Draco said to the man in his lap, smirking as he did.
Harry got up, biting his lip as he watched Draco. He leant against the glass and reached out for him.
Draco stood and removed his shirt, then began unfastening the Muggle trousers. "Strip," he told his lover.
Harry pulled off the jumper and dropped it, shivering slightly in the cool air. He started on the jeans next and stepped out of them. "You think I'm completely healed?"
"We need to find out," Draco said. "I have to fuck you soon or you will be in pain."
Harry flushed and nodded, having already forgotten about that part of the spell. He pushed his underwear down and off before he turned around for Draco to check.
"Hands on the glass and spread your legs," Draco said.
Harry spread his legs and leant forward, his hands pressed against the glass.
Draco stood, trousers open but still up, and admired the view of Harry naked with the sunrise over the ocean as a background. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Then he smiled, kneeling behind the man. He slid his own hands down that lovely skin and then up the insides of Harry's thighs.
Harry shivered again at the touch, opening his legs wider. He looked out at the ocean and felt even more exposed than usual.
Draco placed a hand on either side of Harry's arse and gently spread those lovely cheeks. He blew hot breath over the pink tight hole.
Harry trembled, unconsciously pushing back.
"You look perfect," Draco whispered. "Healed, pink and new." Then he leant forward and ran his tongue lightly over that puckered skin.
Harry moaned then gasped, looking over his shoulder quickly. Draco had never done that before.
Draco smiled at the other man's reaction and leant in again, this time pointing his tongue and tracing that sensitive flesh with it.
"Ahh, Draco," Harry whimpered, the feeling making him harden within seconds.
Draco hadn't done this before but he knew about it. He was turned on, by both the idea and the sounds Potter was making. He began licking and sucking at that puckered opening.
Harry never thought something like this would feel so good. "More, please," he ended up begging, pushing back more.
Harry begging was a big turn-on for Draco; he pressed his tongue in deep, breaching that tightness.
Harry clenched around the tongue, trying to press himself down on it. "Fuck!"
Draco pulled back to speak. "Relax," he told the other man. Then he returned to lick and press his tongue inside.
"Too good," Harry murmured, trying his best not to clench.
When Harry relaxed, Draco was able to work his tongue deeper, running the tip along the inside of his opening.
"Draco, Draco," Harry chanted, trying to fuck himself on his tongue. "More..."
Draco's tongue was strained a bit, but he was loving the other man's reactions. He tongue-fucked him for another minute before adding a finger in as well. He continued to lick around the opening as he slid his longest finger inside.
"Yes," Harry hissed, feeling his cock rub against the cool glass. "Please, Draco...want to come..."
Draco had pressed two fingers in and was working on stretching his lover. He stood now and slid them out. He used a Lube Spell and slicked his own cock, pressing forward then.
Harry rested his forehead against the glass as he felt Draco push inside, his body trembling hard.
"You feel so right around my cock," Draco said, pressing Harry between his body and the glass.
Harry moaned loudly, almost trying to pull Draco in faster. "You feel so right inside me."
"Yes, perfect," Draco gasped and began flexing his hips, fucking his lover hard and deep.
Harry began to move with him, his lower lip sucked into his mouth. "God..."
"Touch yourself," Draco told him, grasping Harry's hips as he plunged in faster.
Harry rested one arm against the glass and reached down with the other, along the glass, and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with the thrusts.
"Come with me," Draco growled in his ear as his thrusts and breathing sped up. "Oh, gods, yessss," he hissed as he came inside Harry.
It only took Harry a few more strokes before he was coming hard, yelling out Draco's name.
"Fucking amazing," Draco gasped, still buried inside his lover.
Harry panted, resting his forehead against the glass again. "Yeah..."
"Feel better now?" Draco asked. He smiled, kissing the side of Harry's head as he slowly withdrew.
"Much," Harry whispered, making a soft noise as he pulled out.
Draco stepped back and admired again the sight of Harry against the now very messy glass.
Harry slowly turned around and looked at Draco. "Do we have time to rest?" he asked, watching him.
"You sleep," Draco said. "You can use my shirt as a pillow," he offered when he realised they didn't have any bedding.
"Can I put my clothes on?" Harry asked.
"Probably be more comfortable," Draco drawled, smiling and tucking himself back into his trousers.
Harry pulled his clothes back on quickly, moving to sit down on the slightly dusty floor. "You're not going to sleep?"
"I have to prepare the Portkey. We shouldn’t stay here long," Draco said, sitting down on the floor and arranging the tools in front of him.
"Oh." Harry watched him quietly for a while before his eyelids began to get heavy. "Can I get your shirt?"
"Right there," Draco said, pointing to where it had fallen.
Harry pulled it over and folded it a few times so that it made a suitable pillow. He shifted before he lay down, resting his head on the pillow with a sigh.
Draco spent the next hour focusing on the task of resetting the Portkey to a place in San Francisco. Draco finished the Portkey and then packed up their belongings again. He scooted closer to where Harry slept. Harry. Not Potter, but Harry. Somewhere it had changed. Not that Harry had really changed. Draco knew it was he who had. The Ice Prince thawed. Blaise would have found that amusing if he had lived to see it.
Draco watched the sun rising higher over the ocean. He reached over and cupped the cheek of the sleeping man, caressing his lover's lips with his thumb.
Harry kissed the thumb in his sleep, making a soft noise and shifting closer.
Draco wrapped an arm around his lover, leaning over and holding him. He rested his head on Harry's shoulder, inhaling the scent of him. "You are my home now," he whispered softly. After another minute, he gently shook the man. "Up," he said to Harry. "We should go."
Harry blinked open his eyes and sat up sleepily. "Go...go where?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes.
"To our new home," Draco answered, helping him up.
Harry held onto his hand tightly, still not fully awake. "Ohh, okay...let's go..." He yawned.
Draco picked up his shirt and put it back on. It had a tear in the front from their last jump. Draco looked out at the ocean again. "Now we go the other side of the continent," he said, leading Harry back down the stairs.
Harry tried not to stumble as they walked, trying to work the sleep out of his system. "Then we eat."
"Then, whatever you like, Harlan," Draco answered with a smile.
Harry gave him a look before he realised Draco was talking about him. "Where's the Portkey?"
"I am holding it," Draco answered as they finally made it down the stairs. He turned to face Harry then. "You need to wake up for this," he said, looking at him.
Harry nodded, quickly running a hand through his hair a few times. "I'm up, I'm up."
The blond waited until Harry was more coherent and then tipped his face up to look into his eyes. “I can’t remove the Enslavement Spell, but from now on all previous orders are nullified. And what I say only counts as order if I say the words ‘I order’ in the command. Understand?”
Harry blinked in surprise. “I understand,” he whispered.
Draco leant over and kissed Harry then - lips and tongue plundering his mouth as he ran his fingers into his hair.
Harry's eyes went wide, taking a moment before he began to kiss Draco back.
Draco kissed him deeply and thoroughly before pulling back to look into his eyes. "That was the last kiss of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy," he said. "After this, only Harlan Pearce and David Morgan will exist."
"Harlan Pearce...and David Morgan." Harry nodded in understanding. "Goodbye, Draco," he said with a small smile.
"Goodbye, Harry," Draco whispered, forehead resting against his lover's. "Ready?"
"Ready," Harry said, nudging his nose against Draco's.
"Hold onto me," Draco said, holding up the collar for Harry to grab with one hand and putting the other arm around his lover's waist.
Harry reached to grip Draco's shirt again, despite seeing the hole where it ripped last time. He looked at Draco as he wrapped his fingers around the collar.
Draco activated the Portkey and they were falling through space again, wind buffeting them.
Harry pressed himself against Draco as they moved, gripping his shirt tightly.
They landed in the grass again, tumbling. It was dark and the grass was damp. This time they landed with the dark-haired man on top.
Harry yelped as they finally landed, his knee jammed into what he thought was Draco's stomach. "Ohhh, sorry," he whispered, quickly pulling it away and just lying on top of the other man.
The blond was gasping, but he managed to smile at him. "Hello, Harlan," he said softly.
"Hi…David," Harry said quietly, as if he were meeting someone for the first time.
"Harlan," the blond whispered, lying beneath him still, "I have a confession to make."
"A confession? What, David..." Harry whispered, trying to get used to the new identities.
"I can tell you the truth now," Draco whispered.
"Tell me then," Harry said, watching him.
Arms around him, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "I love you."
Harry smiled brightly. He'd been waiting to hear those words. "I love you, too."
Draco kissed him then, rolling on the ground in Golden Gate Park.
[You have made it to the end of the book and we hope you have enjoyed it. Please show your appreciation by leaving us a note. Do you want to know what happens next? What about the prophecy? Well, you are in luck then. We have written a sequel. Fallen Star. There is a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]
Chapter Title: A World Away
Words: 2530 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco sighed and sat up, looking around over the tall grass. It was barely light out, with a grey mist in the air. He could see the ocean and a lighthouse on a point that jutted out into the sea. He looked in all directions but didn't see anyone besides Harry.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked, moving to sit up a bit as well.
"We find a place to rest for a bit while I reset the Portkey," Draco said. "That jump was dangerous and the next one will be too."
"Okay, do you see anyplace to stay?" Harry asked, trying to look around through the grass.
"I see a lighthouse and nothing else," Draco said, getting to his feet now and holding a hand out to help Harry to his feet.
Harry reached up and took Draco's hand, pulling himself up slowly. "I don't know if we can hide in a lighthouse."
"Why not?" Draco asked, leading them across the field toward the building.
"Aren't there people there?" Harry asked, following as usual.
"I don't know, but let's find out," Draco said, putting his wand inside his jacket.
Harry squeezed Draco's hand and walked closer, his other hand pushed into his jeans pocket.
They walked through the field and finally made it to the lighthouse. There was a door but it was locked. Draco frowned, debating whether or not it put them at more risk by using magic.
"Do you want to try?" Harry murmured, guessing what Draco was thinking as they stood in front of the door.
"If they follow us, they might be able to follow the magical signature. But if they follow us, it is pretty obvious where we would go anyway," Draco argued with himself. Then he shrugged and pulled his wand. "Alohomora!" The door swung open.
Harry waited a moment to hear anything before he stepped inside, looking around quickly just in case there was any movement.
Draco still had his wand drawn and stepped inside the column-shaped building. There were stairs that wound up the walls. The place looked unused.
"I don't think anyone's here," Harry said quietly, looking up at the stairs.
Draco closed the door behind them. There were a few dirty windows letting in some light. He walked over. The stairs themselves looked sturdy and he began to climb them.
Harry followed quickly behind him, grateful that the place really did seem completely empty, despite the fact that it was a lighthouse.
It was a long climb to the top. They found a room with the big electric lights in it, surrounded by thick glass. Draco looked out over the ocean, reaching a hand back toward Harry.
Harry took it, stepping up to look out as well. "It's nice."
Draco pulled Harry close, sliding his arm around him and looking out at the water, sunrise lighting the waves. "It's beautiful," he said in a soft voice.
Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder with a small sigh. "Thank you, Draco..."
After a little while of watching the ocean and scanning the horizon in all directions, Draco turned back to the work at hand. "I didn't think to pack food," he admitted, sitting down on the floor of the lighthouse room and opening their pack.
"It's okay, I can wait," Harry said, sitting down next to him. "As long as you remembered everything else."
Draco pulled out the materials he needed to reset the Portkey to San Francisco. "I need the collar," he said.
Harry reached up and carefully undid the collar, rubbing his neck gently as he held it out for Draco.
Draco reached out and gently touched the bruises on Harry's neck. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he said.
"I know. It's okay, Draco," Harry said softly.
Draco slid his hand around the back of Harry's neck and his other he reached around his waist, pulling him forward.
"We'll be fine," Harry said suddenly, looking up into Draco's eyes. "I can tell, Draco."
Draco pulled Harry into his lap, bending to kissing him again.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and kissed him hard, as if he were trying to push all of his emotions into it.
Draco leant back against the glass wall, kissing and touching the other man.
Harry cupped Draco's cheeks as he kissed him, breathing harshly in between.
Draco's hands reached for the hem of Harry's shirt, slipping under and caressing the flesh of the man's back.
"Want you," Harry gasped when he pulled back to look at Draco.
"Yes, you do, don't you?" Draco asked, licking his lips and amazed by how much Harry had come to desire him as well. He looked around little room and smiled. "Against the glass?" he asked.
"No one's looking," Harry replied, smiling a bit as he blushed.
"Up then," Draco said to the man in his lap, smirking as he did.
Harry got up, biting his lip as he watched Draco. He leant against the glass and reached out for him.
Draco stood and removed his shirt, then began unfastening the Muggle trousers. "Strip," he told his lover.
Harry pulled off the jumper and dropped it, shivering slightly in the cool air. He started on the jeans next and stepped out of them. "You think I'm completely healed?"
"We need to find out," Draco said. "I have to fuck you soon or you will be in pain."
Harry flushed and nodded, having already forgotten about that part of the spell. He pushed his underwear down and off before he turned around for Draco to check.
"Hands on the glass and spread your legs," Draco said.
Harry spread his legs and leant forward, his hands pressed against the glass.
Draco stood, trousers open but still up, and admired the view of Harry naked with the sunrise over the ocean as a background. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Then he smiled, kneeling behind the man. He slid his own hands down that lovely skin and then up the insides of Harry's thighs.
Harry shivered again at the touch, opening his legs wider. He looked out at the ocean and felt even more exposed than usual.
Draco placed a hand on either side of Harry's arse and gently spread those lovely cheeks. He blew hot breath over the pink tight hole.
Harry trembled, unconsciously pushing back.
"You look perfect," Draco whispered. "Healed, pink and new." Then he leant forward and ran his tongue lightly over that puckered skin.
Harry moaned then gasped, looking over his shoulder quickly. Draco had never done that before.
Draco smiled at the other man's reaction and leant in again, this time pointing his tongue and tracing that sensitive flesh with it.
"Ahh, Draco," Harry whimpered, the feeling making him harden within seconds.
Draco hadn't done this before but he knew about it. He was turned on, by both the idea and the sounds Potter was making. He began licking and sucking at that puckered opening.
Harry never thought something like this would feel so good. "More, please," he ended up begging, pushing back more.
Harry begging was a big turn-on for Draco; he pressed his tongue in deep, breaching that tightness.
Harry clenched around the tongue, trying to press himself down on it. "Fuck!"
Draco pulled back to speak. "Relax," he told the other man. Then he returned to lick and press his tongue inside.
"Too good," Harry murmured, trying his best not to clench.
When Harry relaxed, Draco was able to work his tongue deeper, running the tip along the inside of his opening.
"Draco, Draco," Harry chanted, trying to fuck himself on his tongue. "More..."
Draco's tongue was strained a bit, but he was loving the other man's reactions. He tongue-fucked him for another minute before adding a finger in as well. He continued to lick around the opening as he slid his longest finger inside.
"Yes," Harry hissed, feeling his cock rub against the cool glass. "Please, Draco...want to come..."
Draco had pressed two fingers in and was working on stretching his lover. He stood now and slid them out. He used a Lube Spell and slicked his own cock, pressing forward then.
Harry rested his forehead against the glass as he felt Draco push inside, his body trembling hard.
"You feel so right around my cock," Draco said, pressing Harry between his body and the glass.
Harry moaned loudly, almost trying to pull Draco in faster. "You feel so right inside me."
"Yes, perfect," Draco gasped and began flexing his hips, fucking his lover hard and deep.
Harry began to move with him, his lower lip sucked into his mouth. "God..."
"Touch yourself," Draco told him, grasping Harry's hips as he plunged in faster.
Harry rested one arm against the glass and reached down with the other, along the glass, and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself in time with the thrusts.
"Come with me," Draco growled in his ear as his thrusts and breathing sped up. "Oh, gods, yessss," he hissed as he came inside Harry.
It only took Harry a few more strokes before he was coming hard, yelling out Draco's name.
"Fucking amazing," Draco gasped, still buried inside his lover.
Harry panted, resting his forehead against the glass again. "Yeah..."
"Feel better now?" Draco asked. He smiled, kissing the side of Harry's head as he slowly withdrew.
"Much," Harry whispered, making a soft noise as he pulled out.
Draco stepped back and admired again the sight of Harry against the now very messy glass.
Harry slowly turned around and looked at Draco. "Do we have time to rest?" he asked, watching him.
"You sleep," Draco said. "You can use my shirt as a pillow," he offered when he realised they didn't have any bedding.
"Can I put my clothes on?" Harry asked.
"Probably be more comfortable," Draco drawled, smiling and tucking himself back into his trousers.
Harry pulled his clothes back on quickly, moving to sit down on the slightly dusty floor. "You're not going to sleep?"
"I have to prepare the Portkey. We shouldn’t stay here long," Draco said, sitting down on the floor and arranging the tools in front of him.
"Oh." Harry watched him quietly for a while before his eyelids began to get heavy. "Can I get your shirt?"
"Right there," Draco said, pointing to where it had fallen.
Harry pulled it over and folded it a few times so that it made a suitable pillow. He shifted before he lay down, resting his head on the pillow with a sigh.
Draco spent the next hour focusing on the task of resetting the Portkey to a place in San Francisco. Draco finished the Portkey and then packed up their belongings again. He scooted closer to where Harry slept. Harry. Not Potter, but Harry. Somewhere it had changed. Not that Harry had really changed. Draco knew it was he who had. The Ice Prince thawed. Blaise would have found that amusing if he had lived to see it.
Draco watched the sun rising higher over the ocean. He reached over and cupped the cheek of the sleeping man, caressing his lover's lips with his thumb.
Harry kissed the thumb in his sleep, making a soft noise and shifting closer.
Draco wrapped an arm around his lover, leaning over and holding him. He rested his head on Harry's shoulder, inhaling the scent of him. "You are my home now," he whispered softly. After another minute, he gently shook the man. "Up," he said to Harry. "We should go."
Harry blinked open his eyes and sat up sleepily. "Go...go where?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes.
"To our new home," Draco answered, helping him up.
Harry held onto his hand tightly, still not fully awake. "Ohh, okay...let's go..." He yawned.
Draco picked up his shirt and put it back on. It had a tear in the front from their last jump. Draco looked out at the ocean again. "Now we go the other side of the continent," he said, leading Harry back down the stairs.
Harry tried not to stumble as they walked, trying to work the sleep out of his system. "Then we eat."
"Then, whatever you like, Harlan," Draco answered with a smile.
Harry gave him a look before he realised Draco was talking about him. "Where's the Portkey?"
"I am holding it," Draco answered as they finally made it down the stairs. He turned to face Harry then. "You need to wake up for this," he said, looking at him.
Harry nodded, quickly running a hand through his hair a few times. "I'm up, I'm up."
The blond waited until Harry was more coherent and then tipped his face up to look into his eyes. “I can’t remove the Enslavement Spell, but from now on all previous orders are nullified. And what I say only counts as order if I say the words ‘I order’ in the command. Understand?”
Harry blinked in surprise. “I understand,” he whispered.
Draco leant over and kissed Harry then - lips and tongue plundering his mouth as he ran his fingers into his hair.
Harry's eyes went wide, taking a moment before he began to kiss Draco back.
Draco kissed him deeply and thoroughly before pulling back to look into his eyes. "That was the last kiss of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy," he said. "After this, only Harlan Pearce and David Morgan will exist."
"Harlan Pearce...and David Morgan." Harry nodded in understanding. "Goodbye, Draco," he said with a small smile.
"Goodbye, Harry," Draco whispered, forehead resting against his lover's. "Ready?"
"Ready," Harry said, nudging his nose against Draco's.
"Hold onto me," Draco said, holding up the collar for Harry to grab with one hand and putting the other arm around his lover's waist.
Harry reached to grip Draco's shirt again, despite seeing the hole where it ripped last time. He looked at Draco as he wrapped his fingers around the collar.
Draco activated the Portkey and they were falling through space again, wind buffeting them.
Harry pressed himself against Draco as they moved, gripping his shirt tightly.
They landed in the grass again, tumbling. It was dark and the grass was damp. This time they landed with the dark-haired man on top.
Harry yelped as they finally landed, his knee jammed into what he thought was Draco's stomach. "Ohhh, sorry," he whispered, quickly pulling it away and just lying on top of the other man.
The blond was gasping, but he managed to smile at him. "Hello, Harlan," he said softly.
"Hi…David," Harry said quietly, as if he were meeting someone for the first time.
"Harlan," the blond whispered, lying beneath him still, "I have a confession to make."
"A confession? What, David..." Harry whispered, trying to get used to the new identities.
"I can tell you the truth now," Draco whispered.
"Tell me then," Harry said, watching him.
Arms around him, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "I love you."
Harry smiled brightly. He'd been waiting to hear those words. "I love you, too."
Draco kissed him then, rolling on the ground in Golden Gate Park.
[You have made it to the end of the book and we hope you have enjoyed it. Please show your appreciation by leaving us a note. Do you want to know what happens next? What about the prophecy? Well, you are in luck then. We have written a sequel. Fallen Star. There is a yahoo groups mailing list with updates about current and future writings by Slashpervert and co-authors. Feel free to sign up at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/slashpervert_fiction/ .]