Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: Sorry it took so long. I\'m out of school now, and was having a weekend with my girls. ^_^ Plus I wanted that cliffie to hang for a bit. ^_^

Disclaimer: See Introduction

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Harry tried to keep the kiss as long as he could, but eventually the lead stopped him and he whimpered, sagging back to beneath the lead. None the less, he felt his lips twist into a thin smile at the other\'s words, but there was no way anything could be better than what he\'d just experienced, there was no way.


Not better than, perhaps, but just as good anyway. Draco was wicked-talented with his hands, probably more so than with his tongue, he just had to wait for Harry to rise to the occasion once more.


Trying to steady his breathing, Harry let his head fall back as far as it would go, his tongue slipping against his lower lip, hoping to catch a trace of Draco\'s taste--or was it his own? He couldn\'t tell, but he wanted Draco.


Draco smirked, deepening the kiss suddenly, sucking hard at Harry\'s lower lip again as his tongue smoothed out across the other man\'s, letting him taste what he would.


Taken a intake of breath in shock, Harry let out a moan before he eagerly pressed his lips back, suckling on the other\'s tongue, lips, sliding his own tongue along Draco\'s lips--whatever he could think of in hopes of keeping the blonde attatched to him, to not let him go.


One hand slid slowly down Harry\'s side, petting lightly, inching down towards the curve of his hip and just resting there.


Harry\'s abs tightened as he curled his hips to push against Draco\'s, catching his lower lip in his teeth and suckling it softly.


He grinned at that, fingers sliding along newly smooth skin, just petting, leaving nerve endings tingling with sensation.


Hips curled more towards the touch, it blowing Harry\'s mind on the feeling of no hair there. His hips twisted sideways for a moment as he subconsciously and automatically tried to hide his arousal growing again, despite hungrily kissing Draco.


Draco chuckled softly, brushing just the edges of nails up along the line of Harry\'s returning arousal, nibbling at his lower lip a moment.


Harry whimpered Draco\'s name, stomach muscles clenching at the shivers of the nails, almost laying off on his attempted claim on the other lips to make them stay, but he still did what he could to keep them.


Draco smiled, settling into the kiss once more, stroking intently at Harry\'s arousal for a moment, giving the head a squeeze.


The brunette\'s breath caught in his throat at the squeeze before a groan responsed to the touch as well as a slight buck of his hips against the touch. His hands twisted against the silken threads holding him, half trying to find a way free so he could pin Draco\'s neck to his lips. Or lips to lips. Either worked.


Draco purred at the other\'s near-helplessness, sucking at his lower lip again, stroking his shaft more firmly, fingers rotating to knead against the root of his arousal and that smooth skin there.


\"Merlin...\" he uttered past the lips claiming his, leaning to rest his forehead against Draco\'s for a sense of stability. Harry found his hips slowly moving as if trying to find a beat, a wash of need overcoming him again.


Draco smiled slowly, nuzzling the wing of Harry\'s nose as he stroked more intently once more, using just the very pads of his fingers.


Whimpering to himself as he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead more firmly, tilting his head down as his jaw dropped in an exhale, then wired together to keep from begging or crying out.


Draco smiled, nuzzling the line of Harry\'s jaw, back and forth, sucking gently at it as he continued to stroke the other man.


Harry felt his will give out at the attention to a tender spot almost under the side of his jaw. With a soft moan, he tilted his head to the side to allow access, hoping he\'d be bit again, but knowing he wouldn\'t as it was probably too soon. His hips were now attempting to grind fiercely, needingly without words, into the others\' hand.


The harder Harry ground against him, the lighter Draco\'s touches became, smiling and nibbling gently at the corner of the other man\'s jaw once more.


Groaning, Harry would then try even harder to get the other\'s attentions, after a minute even curling a leg around his waist. Harry...look at what you\'re doing. So? ...you look like you\'re just begging to be pounded against a wall. ...maybe I a--I don\'t know... Harry smacked the coherent thoughts and happily fell back into the bliss of not thinking, not caring that his leg now hooked slightly painfully aroudn the crook of Draco\'s back.


Draco chuckled softly at that and it was difficult to resist simply lifting Harry\'s other leg as well and having his way with the other man, but he wasn\'t about to do that, no so soon after his debasement.


The little voice in his head kept trying to pick the locks and creep out, wanted to point out to Harry that maybe if he let Draco...then maybe he\'d get over it sooner, that his prince had to be more caring that Riddle had been. Wait...my prince?

A successful grind against the other, finally, got his mind off track for a moment, sending a moan into the neck of the blonde, muffling it as he licked the skin once.


Draco\'s breath hitched at that, finding it more difficult than ever to resist, but he wasn\'t going to put Harry through that again, not so soon, no matter how much he wanted to.


Harry nipped at his neck as if trying to catch the breath he\'d apparently made hesitate, practicaly beaming that he was having at least some effect on Draco. Happy with that, he managed to keep his forceful grinding with a whimper to himself, realizing that by needing Draco through whatever spell had been weaved, it meant that only Draco could successfully shove him off the cliff. He\'d thought maybe that having Draco there, still the cause of it, would work, like he was grinding against him now, but it wasn\'t.


Draco managed to catch control of himself once more, purring against Harry\'s throat as he resumed stroking the other\'s arousal, stronger more forceful strokes now.


Settling his forehead into the crook of the blonde\'s shoulder, he made an assortment of noises against his skin, pulling at the threads above him. A long strangled moan escaped in the form of \'Draco\' when his fingers found him again, his torso trembling. He cut the rest of the sentence off however, for he was going to beg for something more unknowing why. He simply felt like there was something more needed, and Draco held his complete trust lately, for he understood why he wouldn\'t cross Riddle. His little angel on his shoulder battled his thoughts on the other side, the devil. Listening to them fight it out, he imagined his arms were tight around Draco instead of growing numb above him.


Draco purred, nuzzling Harry\'s jaw again as he set to work with both hands, one stroking while the other alternated gentle pressure against the head of his shaft and his now hairless balls, rolling them gently.


Another whimper escaped Harry\'s increasingly swollen lips, his face flushed as he listened to the fights on his shoulders. He was growing so eager, aroused and need filled that he was close to shrugging them off into the abyss and begging Draco right there, either way. His lips returned to suckling and biting at Draco\'s neck as his thrusting stopped, his abs sore and just fell into the bliss of world in the blonde\'s hands.


Draco purred, holding Harry\'s shaft flat against his stomach as he came, letting the puddle pool there, and it stayed, considering Harry\'s half-reclining position.

Crying out with a hoarse voice, Harry fell succumb to everything, letting the pleasure wash over him as he felt himself dive off yet another cliff. Pulling at the threads stopped as his head fell back, mouth gaped open in a loud moan and shudder of his \'torturors\' name before he let it hang on the end of the lead holding him up, allowing everything else but himself support him.


He eased Harry down from his peak, smiling and nuzzling at his throat, murmuring sweet nothings against his skin, wanting him to relax.


Heart pounding and panting for air, Harry tried to do so, randomly kissing what he could find of Draco\'s head, often only being hair. \"Merlin...Draco...I...\" He couldn\'t find the words so he simply trembled in the aftershock and let Draco\'s voice invade his head.


Draco continued purring and murmuring gentle promises against Harry\'s skin, slowly lowering the man to his feet once more.


Harry took a moment to realize this, but when he did he slowly lowered his foot to the tiles, steadying his shakey self, shivering as the puddle on his chest began to slide down. His arms stayed relaxed as he stood again, leaning to try to find Draco\'s shoulder once again, his heart beat slowing, breathing slowing to normal once again as well.


Draco smiled, fingers dipping to catch a smear of the puddle, arching a brow as he held it to Harry\'s lips, just to see what it was he would do.


Harry couldn\'t see this, but he smelt it. He\'d never thought of it really before, had no reason to, but it made him think now. He rather didn\'t want to, at all...after all that was like...yourself. None the less, he timidly poked his tongue out to catch the tiniest amount, afraid that Draco would leave if he didn\'t, afraid that this would never happen again.


Draco smiled, dabbing it against the tip of Harry\'s tongue before leaning in to claim the other man\'s mouth, his own tongue curling against and across Harry\'s, sucking it clean again.


A soft moan fell into Draco\'s mouth, and Harry found himself thinking that if this was the result, he\'d happily do it again. Parting his lips further for a moment, he tried to capture more of Draco\'s lips in his. He almost hated how his mind seemed to be buzzing around a center of sexual acts at the moment, nothing else on his mind, nothing else wanting to be on his mind.


Draco finally drew away, murmuring a cleaning charm before letting Harry\'s arms down, stroking them to massage the feeling back in.


Needles pricked his arms painfully as the blood began to rush back to the cells, but he didn\'t notice. He let Draco massage them for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around his neck in a hug and partial attempt to keep him upright without choking himself. Merlin I love you right now... He rested his head on Draco\'s shoulder, not caring that the blindfold was still on, though he\'d have to make note that it definately made everything that much more arousing when you had no idea what was going on.

Draco smiled as he relased the lead from the collar as well, scooping Harry up easily, leaving the blindfold on, \"Come along pet, best get you cleaned up.\"


Harry settled into Draco\'s arms, kissing and nipping at his neck appreciatively at random points. He didn\'t protest, despite knowing they were hading to that dreaded bathroom. He reminded himself that it was his fault, and he\'d have to face it eventually. That\'s when Harry discovered Draco\'s earlobe and kissed it, then got some courage and nipped it, then sucked on it as they made their way.


Draco chuckled softly at that, actually taking them to the guest bathroom, just as ornate as the other, but without all the bad memories attached.


Harry didn\'t feel any need for his lips to part with Draco\'s skin, and he was utterly surprised by the sudden sexual drive he seemed to have lately. He didn\'t want to think about it being Malfoy before him, but he couldn\'t help it. There was something about him that just---hypnotized him. Everything about this man was different than the boy he\'d known in Hogwarts, and he loved this side of him. He was a little afraid of the side of himself he was seeing now however.


Once he had settled Harry into the bath full of deliately steaming and lightly honey-scented water, he lifted the blindfold away, petting the man\'s hair.


Harry winced and cringed away from the light, hugging Draco\'s neck tighter and burying his eyes into the side of it. He happily let the other pet his hair though.


Draco smiled at that, managing to scoop up a handfull of water to let it wash over Harry\'s back, just repeating the process as the other man\'s eyes adjusted to the light again.


Nearly a minute later the light was less painful and he pulled back, looking at Draco\'s eyes softly, finding the light was much less intense if he did so. However, he realized he looked a tad creepy doing such, so he slid back in the water, hating the desire to be close to him again, as they\'d been in close contact for the past hour at least, he presumed. He swallowed thickly, looking away, trying to bury the desire to swim towards him again.


Draco smiled, fetching a washcloth so that he could clean Harry\'s back gently, humming softly as he did so, the scent of honey permeating the air slowly.


Harry\'s eyes closed at the smell, enjoying it. It reminded him of sweets. He happily let himself be cleaned, feeling less tense now that the other was near again. What\'s wrong with you? You\'ve never needed anyone, never wanted anyone like this---why now? Why Malfoy? Why do you want to ask him to--- Harry grabbed for something quickly, only finding water, so he splashed it upon his arms and front, cleaning himself that way.


Draco smiled slightly at that, shaking his head as he fetched another cloth, \"It\'s a little more effective that way.\"


Ears were now pink. \"Thanks...\" he mumbled, afraid of letting other words slip out. Why are you fighting all of this so badly? You were dying to have him bite you, still are probably. Before you lost your mind and tried to kill yourself in a last act of heroism, you were completely ready to give yourself to him. I\'m sure he wouldn\'t object, don\'t you think? This isn\'t right is it--it\'s Malfoy, I mean, really. He\'s changed, you\'ve seen that. Has he? He\'s still here isn\'t he? Still evil and torturous in his own ways, only now in different ways than in school. After all, he could\'t just flaunt up to you and kidnap you for his pleasures then now could he? Shut up.


If Draco realized that Harry was having an internal dialogue, he would have at least tried to put an end to it, as he didn\'t know, he didn\'t try to stop it.


Well, he could have, it\'s not like he didn\'t have Snape under his wing somehow, or vice versa, I\'m relly not sure. Snape would have done anything to keep his precious Slytherin out of trouble. You\'re irritating you know that? So are you! You should just give into me, ask him to f-- Didn\'t I tell you to go away? I\'m your inner desires; part of you, I can\'t just leave. You\'ve tried, remember? Harry was washing the same spot over and over again. Tonight. Leave me alone until tonight. If I--I--still...whatever, then I\'ll...umm... You\'ll ask him to scr-- Yes that! Shut up! If you can\'t even stand to hear yourself think it, how will you say it? Ask it? Shut up. Leave me alone...alright? Maybe.


Draco\'s brow furrowed slightly at the obsessive washing, gently lifting Harry\'s hand away from the spot before he rubbed himself raw, \"Harry? Everything alright?\"


Blinking Harry dropped the cloth back into the water, realizing he\'d been spaced out. \"N-no...\" Ha! Now you have to tell him now! ....Damnit. Ha! I win. \"I---er--I\'m fine.\" Hahaha, I wi---wait a second. That doesn\'t work!! ...Sure it does. Harry did his best to keep his back to the blonde, afraid that if he looked at him now, he\'d crack to his inner wishes.


Draco\'s brow furrowed again, nodding as he petted Harry\'s back gently, having let his own washcloth slip into the water.


See? It worked. Ahh! No! Why doesn\'t he question you--me...whatever!? Swallowing in attempts to drown the voice, he grabbed the washcloth again, working on the opposite arm than which he had rubbed raw. Maybe because he minds his own business. Nice try Potter, this is his business, it does after all concern you wanting to snog him senseless does it not? ...No actually it doesn\'t. Oh right, forgive me--you want him to shag you senseless. Got it. I\'d kill you if I could see you... I know. Great, now he was scrubbing the other arm raw-ish.

Draco sighed, shaking his head as he took the washcloth away again, \"Perhaps that\'s a long enough bath.\"


Harry blinked again and tried to cage his inner voice. Rather, silence it. Neither worked. Nodding slowly, he avoided the silver eyes watching him and climbed out. He smacked the voice as it tried to get him to hug Draco, soak him with water and then innocently suggest he strip. He pulled a towel around his waist, running a hand through his hair to shake the water from it, very obviously like he was trying to avoid looking at Draco all together.


Though if Draco noticed this, he didn\'t mention it, fetching another towel and wrapping it securely around Harry\'s torso, purring softly again and humming that same almost lullabye


Blinking again, the brunette finally looked at the other in confusion. Had he been so out of it for whatever reason that he hadn\'t noticed the towel already around his waist? He almost laughed. \"Draco yo--\" Cutting himself off, he pretended he didn\'t say anything, then immediately put the second towel over his head, effectively blocking the blonde from his view until he was forced to stop towelling his hair.


Draco sighed, forcefully turning Harry around, though he was gentle about it, \"Harry, what\'s wrong? Please tell me.\"


Peeking shyly at Draco from a gap in the towel on his head--which made for an amusing look--Harry bit his lip, happy the other couldn\'t tell. The green eyes fell to stare at the towel directly infront of him as he mumbled something that sounded like \'America\'s a swantu\'.


Draco\'s brow furrowed further, checking Harry\'s forehead with the back of his hand, \"No fever, are you sure you\'re alright? Did you get hit with a gibberish jinx when I wasn\'t looking?\"


Lowering his eyes to the floor as the towel was knocked from his head, he wrung his hands, but laughed a bit when picturing the wall jinxing him for no reason other than to confuse Draco. \"N-no, I did-dn\'t...\" He swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. Say it. He\'ll laugh at me. No he won\'t--I don\'t think. ...Thanks.... No problem. \"I...\" He paused to try to gather his thoughts and find a way to say it.

\"Remember...remember yesterday--what I-- Uh, what I said before I went into the washroom...?\" The words fluttered through his head, the image of leaving Draco on the couch before him. \"Draco...can I....can I use the washroom? I...I\'m really scared...and...I\'ve...I\'ve never....p-please? I\'ll...I\'ll be out in a bit, I promise...\"


Draco\'s brow furrowed slightly, clasping one of Harry\'s hands between his own, \"I remember.\" And he did, though mostly he remembered the abject terror in Harry\'s eyes during what happened afterwards.


\"I...umm..\" He swallowed nervously, at first trying to pry his hand from Draco\'s, afraid that it could be the harm of him somehow after he spilled everything. \"I--I s-sorta meant it... I..what I said was \'I\'m embarassed because I want you...\' \" he spoke quietly to the floor. \"I...I was scared and couldn\'t---do it--\" He was meaning to completely kill himself as he\'d planned, \"--because I saw you...i-in the door. I... I thought you were my angel, and that....that he was Death. I didn\'t want to go then, but I had programmed my plan into my head and was dillusional as well...\" His voice was beginning to crack a bit as he fought to keep from crying at the memory.

\"I want to think t-that there\'s more to...to...\" ...to sex... \"...than that...a-and I r-really was r...r...ready. I d-don\'t want to be afraid of...of it...\" He felt weak, like a child and he couldn\'t seem to get across everything he wanted to, or hoped to, but he couldn\'t get anymore words out. He was afriad of---whatever it was he was afriad of.


Draco smiled, catching Harry\'s hand between his own again and kissing his knuckles gently before kissing Harry\'s forehead, \"Alright. Not so soon though, I don\'t want to hurt you, I\'ve always meant that.\"


Eyes closing at the first kiss, and he relaxing at the second, then more so at the words, he smiled just barely. Told you it\'d be no big deal you prat... He allowed, and even wanted his hand within the other\'s now, feeling relieved to an extent that Draco knew, or should, how Harry enjoyed his company now, enjoyed him. If he didn\'t know it, he was--blind. This made Harry wonder how much Draco thought he liked him. He thinks you love him. Shut up! He doesn\'t...does he? I don\'t know---do you? Do I what? Do you love him? I...er....go away. Leaning towards the other, Harry hugged him, whispering a thanks and felt about half of his worries wash away with that knowledge now.


Draco smiled again, petting the other man\'s hair gently a moment before holding him close again, shaking his head, \"Just relax Harry.\"


This time he was able to. Before he\'d try to at those words, but never completely succeeded, but this time, he did. In fact, he almost fell over. He said relax, not go to jelly on him. Re-firming his leg muscles, Harry stood again, coughing low in his throat and blushing just barely.

Draco chuckled softly at that, shaking his head again and keeping Harry upright, \"You sure you\'re alright there Harry?\"


Laughing nervously, he nodded. \"Yea...took you a little too seriously that time I think. Remind me never to relax while standing...or at least to never completely relax...\"


Draco chuckled softly again, nodding as he swept Harry off his feet again, \"C\'mon then. Bed I think.\"


Harry made a noise of surprise in his throat as he clung to Draco\'s neck in fear of falling otherwise. Beaming a newfound happiness, he rested his head on Draco\'s shoulder, closing his eyes. He could grow to enjoy this...whatever this was. Yawning, the excitement of the day suddenly caught up with him and he was very tired, but he did his best not to fall asleep on Draco.


Not that Draco really minded, as he settled the younger man into bed gently, stepping out of his shoes, before stretching out beside the other with an almost purr even still


Falling gently into a slumber in exhaustion from the day\'s events, he turned to face away from Draco, trying to avoid the nagging within him to shuffle closer, if for nothing else than the body heat.


Draco solved that dilemma for him, by settling himself more solidly against Harry\'s side, half-dragging the other man closer, letting the brunette use his shoulder as a pillow, re-adjusting one of Harry\'s arms to settle around his waist. He wasn\'t likely to sleep, at least not so soon, but he rarely did anyway, so it shouldn\'t have been surprising. He could rest however, and quite well.


Harry made no notion to change anything, as his breath had already begun it\'s decent to the depth which was sleep. His hair fell in front of his eyes almost tot he extent that if you could only see his head, you wouldn\'t be able to tell which was the \"right\" way to look at him. Cousin IT if you may. One thing he knew, was he was loving not having to worry about his glasses anymore, it was a godsent gift.


Draco had always thought having glasses would be a bloody nusicance, which was part of why it had always amazed him that the other hadn\'t thought of an occulous charm, or even an occulous potion, it wasn\'t a particularly difficult potion, even -or so he suspected- Neville Longbottom could make one.

He smiled just slightly, once again petting the other man\'s hair, fingers trailing from his crown down to the middle of his back, the touch as gently soothing as it could be.


More important matters usually had to be attended to, he never had time to think of that. However, it was odd that Hermoine wouldn\'t have said anything ever--perhaps she\'d enjoyed repairing his broken glasses time after time? Settling into a deep sleep finally, Harry\'s muscles relaxed and with one deep breath let out, he slipped away into the distance of happier times.


Draco relaxed as well when the other man did, nodding slowly and just continuing the petting, he wasn\'t sure really, how he\'d grown so attached to the other man in so short a time. He wasn\'t sure either how he\'d gone from wanting to crush him completely, to wanting to guard that last little spark of true life in the former Golden Boy with every power at his disposal. He shook his head, settling back himself while continuing to pet his companion\'s hair and spine with slow, even strokes.


Laying unmoving, aside from his slow and steady breathing, for nearly ten hours, the brunette finally blinked open his eyes almost cheering. He couldn\'t recall a single nightmare, not a trace of a dream of any sort. He was rested, peacefull--happy even. Stretching his arms above him then his legs and back, his ears flamed as he suddenly realized he was still naked from the prior eve. His fingers slowly curled the hem of the blanket into a ball and pulled it up over himself in embarassment.


Draco hadn\'t moved from the other man\'s side in that time. He had finally nodded off, for lack of anything else to do, though somehow he still managed to continue the petting. He blinked awake as Harry stretched, brow furrowing just slightly at
the sudden blush and modesty. Then he smiled slightly, realizing what was the cause. He shook his head, managing to lever himself up, running his fingers through the other\'s hair once more, \"C\'mon Harry, let\'s get you something to wear.\"


Yawning despite the mass amounts of sleep, Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed, keeping the covers across his waist and bunched behind him. He felt as if he had gashes and scars scross his behind now, and he was afraid they\'d push the other away, that he wouldn\'t have as flawless skin as he seemed to at times. Though that was hardly the case. He usually always had caluses from Quidditch and various other bruises and scratches. Though without Hagrid\'s classes and Quidditch, most of those seemed to be diminishing, aside from whatever he\'d achieved to scratch onto himself during the war some how. \"Kay...\"


Draco smiled at the almost reluctance, then his brow furrowed slightly, realizing a moment later that the other man may still be suffering from his injuries. He offered Harry a hand, \"Feeling alright?\"

While he waited for an answer he led the brunette across the room to his own warderobe, sliding open the door, the two of them were about the same size, and any irregularities could be fixed with a simple tailoring charm.


Taking the other\'s hand, he stood, trying to ignore the fact that he was naked, though his mind kept screaming it at him, laughing at him. \"Yea...very self-conscious though...\" he replied quietly, smiling to assure Draco. When the blonde opened the wardrobe, Harry was blown away. He didn\'t think he\'d ever seen so many clothes in a shop, never mind in one closet. And of course they all looked rather expensive. Harry backed up; he couldn\'t take such luxorious clothes--he\'d ruin them. He always ruined things.


Draco\'s brow furrowed once more at that, blinking, \"Harry?\" He shook his head then, guessing the other\'s train of thought, \"Honestly Harry, if I cared that much I wouldn\'t offer. Nothing that can\'t be repaired or replaced, they\'re just clothes and I won\'t have you being anything less than comfortable and stunning. Now choose something.\" His tone had gone stern again, and it was difficult to say if he meant it to be, or if it was just reflex to not getting his way.


Lifting his eyes to look into the other pair before him, he almost shrunk into his shell, if he had been a turtle. Swallowing nervously, afraid to get someone, who had power over him, angry now, he stepped into the closet, taking a look around. Stunning...he called me stunning... Fingering random peices of fabric, he wondered how Draco did it every day--choose something to wear. It was all so elegant and beautiful and soft. One color that was slightly sticking out caught his eye. It was a turquois color, almost like the clear oceans he\'d seen on the tele, yet shimmering like a pearl in the light. He walked up to it to look at it.


Draco managed it because he had houselves to choose for him. He smiled just slighlty as he watched Harry making his descision. He smiled further at the petting of the shirt. He\'d worn it once, to a dinner party that his mother had insisted he attend, but since they never threw anything away if it was fashionable, rich, and still good, it had just stayed in his warderobe since. \"Silk from lightning bug silkworms.\" A magical breed of course, he wouldn\'t have anything less, since he was after all, a Malfoy.


Carefully pulling it down, Harry handled it carefully, but he tried not to make it obvious. \"Soft...\" Don\'t you use more than two syllables Potter? ...Seems not. Holding it out, he tried to see what type of garment it was, it looked fairly simple, a bit long yes. It seemed to Harry that it would be the type of shirt a woman would wear of her boyfriend\'s in the morning after spending a night with her... Boyfriend?

Pause.

No. Shut up now and go on vacation why don\'t you? Why? This is like a movie! I have popcorn and everything---but I thought I rented a hardcor--SHUT UP! Blushing at his thoughts, the brunette pulled on the shirt to see how it fell on him, and then started searching for something to go with it.


Draco smiled and slipped past him, adjusting the buttons of the shirt with quick nimble flicks of his fingers before tugging a pair of slacks down from the opposite side of the closet, black with pinstripes to match the shirt. He smiled as he held them out, \"Stylish. Nice choice for you really.\" And as far as he was concerned, it was, in fact, it was quite the best choice even, and Draco was quite sure that with the proper hairstyle, Harry would be quite as stunning to everyone else as he was to Draco.


Harry seemed surprised that Draco was heading towards him, then found himself watching the Malfoy fingers flicking the buttons on the shirt. Turning to look at the pants, he smiled and pulled them on, happy for the cover as he still doubted Draco\'s words on his good looks. After settling into the clothes, he ran a lazy hand through his ever growing long hair, brushing the thick drabs of hair from his eyes.


Draco nodded once more, ruffling his fingers through Harry\'s hair lightly, attempting to get it all going the same direction at least. He smiled then, giving the other man\'s bangs a gentle tug, \"Can I cut this for you? At least make it look like something other than overgrown.\" He realized of course, that he was asking a lot of trust, but it wasn\'t as if he\'d be horribly offended if Harry said \'no\', it wasn\'t the end of the world and he\'d just try again later when the brunette hadn\'t just survived a harrowing experience.


Ducking his head slightly at the ruffling, making a face at the strands tossing about everywhere. He felt inclined to say no right away, immediately thinking of Aunt Petunia\'s hair cuts--then remembered it always seemed the same in the morning anyway. \"It won\'t make a difference...\"


Draco\'s brow furrowed slightly at that statement, smoothing the other\'s hair back again, curious now, \"What makes you say that?\" He wasn\'t sure if it was statement of fact, or whether it was just Harry\'s usual unconscious pessimisim.


\"My aunt used to cut my hair--horridly might I add--and she\'d leave bald spots and it was always uneven...she\'d even shave my head, but in the morning it would always be the same. I never understood that.\" Shrugging it off, not really caring to figure it out after all these years, he stepped from the closet, yawning the last of the sleep off.


Draco blinked twice at that, then laughed aloud, shaking his head as he followed, \"Well of course it was! You didn\'t like the haircut.\" He shook his head, fingers nudging under Harry\'s chin a moment, lifting the other man\'s head, \"Aren\'t you known for your proficiency with wandless magic? Especially when you were younger?\"


Thinking for a moment, Harry realized this was true. Then he shrugged away from Draco\'s touch quickly, staring at the fire across the room. \"I\'m not known for anything,\" he stated sharply. It was a rather touchy subject with him after the war. \"Besides, it was never any good anyway, especially lately...\" You know don\'t you Draco...you know why I don\'t have any magic left in me now...

Sighing, Harry seemed to have to prove this to himself as he tried to float a simple petal that had fallen to the floor from a flower. He figured it had something to do with the war, but he wasn\'t sure what. The only theory he had was that when Harry had been gaining power from Hogwarts, that he\'d been using Voldemort\'s powers, as if they were shared. Only so much; but now that the Lord had won the war, he was in power greater than ever, and Harry had none left if he wasn\'t draining his magic. How else could Voldemort rule with the risk of Harry AKing himself unless he couldn\'t.


Draco half smiled, shaking his head as he padded over, looping his arms gently around Harry\'s waist, \"My point was, that your hair won\'t grow back overnight anymore.\"


Taking a deep breath in a shakey inhale, a tingle ran up Harry\'s stomach and spine as his head seemed to take over itself and laid back against the other. Closing his eyes, he nodded in permission. He had no reason to think that Draco would do anything bad with his hair, after all, he seemed to maticulously take care of his own.


Draco nodded, \"To the kitchen then, easiest floor to clean up and best lighting.\" He was already flitting through ideas in his head, none of them seemed quite right though.


Habitually chewing on the side of his cheek, Harry nodded and reluctantly moved from Draco\'s embrace and looked around, mentally searching the map he\'d comprimised to figure out which way the kitchen was.


Draco smiled, arm still curled around Harry\'s waist as he led him away from the bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen, humming softly the whole way.


Harry felt entranced and almost dizzy as he was led away, but he didn\'t mind at the time being. As he moved, he found that the feel of the fabric gliding along his skin was delicious and wondered---hoped he\'d never have to go back to the rotton cotton he usually wore as this was definitely more pleasant.


Draco smiled, pulling one of the chairs away from the breakfast bar in the kitchen proper, \"Have a seat Harry. Is there anything you\'ve ever thought would look good on you? Hairstyle wise that is.\"


Scooting onto the stool carefully, using his arms to take the initial weight, he shook his head. \"No...I really have never seen myself anything but this...well...er...\" Not this...not here and now....I mean my hair...not... Shut up dork, he knows. Right... He swallowed nervously, ignoring the memories of Aunt Petunia\'s sharp tugs on his hair and \'accidental\' cuts as she\'d cut his hair.


Draco nodded, finding a small pair of kitchen shears and accioing a comb. He hummed as he sharpened the scissors on a whetstone and then wet his fingers in the sink, ruffling them through the other man\'s hair, just enough to get it damp


Harry blinked a bit at a stray water droplet flying directly into his eye, but ignored it after that. He watched the clock on the far wall tick the seconds away nervously, chewing his lip yet again in fear and anticipation of what Draco could possibly do with his hair. \"It\'s impossible, I tell you...\"


Draco was surprisingly able with only a pair of kitchen shears and a comb, and told Harry to just hush and wait, not that he suspected it would work too well, but it was worth a try at least.


With a sigh, Harry sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. His mind was suprisingly calm and he was greatful for it. Instead he allowed his mind to safely wander through the previous day\'s events; his confession, the bliss despite his internal reluctance. Harry pictured this back on the insides of his eyelids, and a smile toyed on his lips, just barely.


Draco finally drew away, smiling and flicking a few stray strands back into place, nodding as he went to fetch a frying pan to use as a mirror. He\'d done well, at least as far as he was concerned, the other man\'s hair was still long-ish, but it looked like it was supposed to be that way, not like it was just shaggy and overgrown


Harry reluctantly opened his eyes, holding the pan and chuckled at the simple irony that one of the richest Wizards alive now (Harry had no idea where all his gold had gone, but during the battle, Gringott\'s had been attacked, but only Harry\'s vault), and for a mirror he used a pan. When he finally did focus on his reflection, he was smiling, and he didn\'t recognize himself. It had shape, form--direction. Things Harry had never been able to do in his eighteen years of life.


Draco was waiting, chewing the corner of his lip, for Harry\'s verdict, \"Well? Do you like it?\"


Blushing a bit before outright grinning, he nodded. \"You are one true Wizard Draco...\" Laughing he slid carefully from the stool bfore heading off to find a full mirror so he could see the back as well.


Draco laughed softly as he returned the pan to it\'s proper place, shaking his head as he followed, \"Just observant. And good at mimicking.\"


When Harry saw Draco again, he hesitantly, but happily hugged him, but still figured it\'d grow back by morning.


Draco smiled, brushing the other\'s hair out of his eyes again, nodding, \"Looks good on you.\"


Harry smiled again, blushing in his ears. His eyes cast downwards, but he liked the few strands that fell in his face, it almost made him feel sexy for once. Whatever, keep dreaming Harry... I can try can\'t I? Right...


Draco smiled, fingers curling under the other man\'s chin again, just for a moment to lift his head, nodding, \"Looks good on you,\" he repeated.


Halfway through a swallow, he froze, his breath just deciding to wait and get sucked into Draco\'s gaze. His eyes looked at the silver ones before him, and he felt any stress and tension begin to slither free from his muscles.


Draco smiled slowly at that, fingers trailing up and down Harry\'s spine again, petting gently.


Harry was finally able to inhale that shiver again, eyes partially closing before he leaned his forehead against Draco\'s. \"How...how do you do this to me...\" he whispered, shuddering happily from the tingles running along Draco\'s touches.


His brow furrowed slightly at that, head tilting as he continued petting gently, \"How do I do what?\"


Shifting his head so it rested on Draco\'s shoulder, he closed his eyes fully before answering, \"How do you make me feel so good...special, like nothing else exists or matters...\" Great way to scare a guy off Harry. Great job. Now just finish it off by crying like a woman too. He swallowed thickly, but didn\'t move.


Draco half smiled, dipping his head to nuzzle Harry\'s nose again, \"Malfoy Charm.\" That was what he\'d blame anyway


Gently nuzzling back Harry smiled, letting his lips brush accidentily along Draco\'s before pulling away to brush hair from his eyes again. \"So...umm...w-what\'re we d---you doing today...?\"


Draco shrugged, \"I\'ll probably have to have another meeting with Snape unfortunately, I have certain things he needs and he hasn\'t yet offered suitable trade for them.\"

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Responses to Reviews on this chapter

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lphoenix
oh no not snape again! why do i have a feeling this is not good!!

I had the same reactionas you!! lol. Then I was like...\"This could be interesting...\" Me and my silly smut mind. ^_^ I actually rather want Snape to be more aggressive in his \"everyone should get a taste\" promise. *giggles* Don\'t get me wrong, I LOVE Harry/Draco, but...for some reason I\'m sorta wanting a mini Snarry...and I usually hate those. Lol. ^_^ *angelic look*


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sarah.robertson2@ukonline.co.uk
God you can write! This fic has thrown me through so many emotions that I have lost count. I love your Draco soo much and you have me completely at your mercy as I wait for the next installment. You rawk :D

^_^ Thanks!! That\'s awesome to hear! *smiles*

*beams* *giggle*

It\'s early morning and I\'m tired/giddy. Forgive me. lol

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Nite
NiteMar21@aol.com
Best Haryy/Draco story yet. Awesome. I lvoe these stories, keep it going. also, don\'t bring snape bakc in, let Ron and Harry have some time alone when Draco goes to Snape, it\'s only fair. But, i\'m not the writer , u r. Great story

*beams* Thanks!! ^_^ I\'ll take into account your thoughts, but I\'ll say that\'s not happening this time. ^_^; Sorry.

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