Darker Side of Me

Darker Side of Me –Epilogue

The breeze was soft and comfortable, calling softly through the rustling leaves of the wood. The house was massive and rather intimidating. It was beautifully designed and had the kind of prestige of old classic wealth. He supposed that it had charm, in its own way. It had centuries of history and if those walls could talk, the intricate tales they could spin would likely put any author to shame.

Malfoy Manor sat alone and isolated atop a hill. It was surrounded by trees and lush grass. The grounds spread out for acres around it and had it not been so well kept, one might assume it was haunted. It was the most prized legacy of the Malfoy family; after the pure blood, anyway. It was his entire family’s history and memory and it all belonged to Draco now.

His father had been killed in the chaos of that night with Voldemort. He didn’t think it was a terrible loss. He knew it would happen eventually. None of his close relatives had survived, as far as he knew, and his parents had left him the entire estate, fortune, manor and all. He was likely the richest seventeen year old in the entire wizarding world, at this point. The Malfoy estate was of one of the oldest wealthy lines in their world. The money alone, without counting all the priceless artifacts the family owned, would have been able to provide for an entire country.

Draco frowned. He had always lived in luxury and wanted for nothing but, somehow, now that all seemed meaningless. He stood in front of his house, staring up at the ornate architecture and finding himself unable to move forwards.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry’s voice punctured his thoughts. “We could always live here, you know. I mean, this house has been in your family for years, right?”

“Centuries…possibly longer,” he whispered, his eyes trained on the little details of the façade of the manor.

“There, see?” Potter said. “And it’s in great condition and everything. We could just as easily stay here, I know this must mean a lot to you.”

Draco tore his gaze away from the house and looked to the boy –or well, man, considering they were both of age now –next to him. He smiled briefly and shook his head.

“This house was never home,” he explained. “It means something to me in the sense that it did belong to every generation of Malfoy to ever live, but I have no emotional attachment to it.” He looked back at the house for a moment. “Besides, Grimmauld Place is more meaningful. It was your Godfather’s house and my cousin’s. We both have links to that.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, something tainting his voice. “But there is little of Sirius in that house. It’s just Kreacher and the old wailing portrait of Mrs. Black. The only thing I would want from there is the Black Family Tapestry and anything that belonged to Sirius. The rest means little to me.” He cast his eyes down and Draco took a step closer to him. “Besides, by the looks of this place, it would be hard to get you accustomed to living in such small quarters.” He laughed softly and Draco smiled.

“Doesn’t your family own a house like this, anyway?” Draco asked, picking up on a vague memory. “In…Godric’s Hollow or something?”

“Yeah… I guess they do,” he whispered, looking up. “But I’ve never been there. How did you know about it? I don’t even know where it is. It was under the Fidelius Charm too… I guess that’s broken now, though.”

“Voldemort,” Malfoy answered simply. The darker man looked into his grey eyes with a smirk. “We can always find it.”

“You really want to get rid of this house?” he asked, slightly amazed. Draco had suggested they sell Malfoy Manor. Preferably to a muggle family.

“Well, I guess I could keep ownership and just rent it out,” he muttered, vaguely knowing that he’d be haunted by the ghosts of his dead ancestors if he did let it pass into muggle hands. “But I would so like to stick it to my father by giving this to some muggle family. That and I have this sadistic desire to see what the Manor would do to the muggles…”

“Apparently even your house is prejudice,” Harry snorted as he began to walk towards the entrance. Draco followed suit with a very Malfoy smirk on his face.

“Only from years of training,” he added, catching up with Harry. They pushed past the massive ebony entrance doors. The ground inside was marble and granite. In the centre of the entrance hall, imprinted onto the ground, was an ornate depiction of the Malfoy family crest.

There were paintings of all sorts arranged on the walls. Long green draperies were hanging from the wall-length windows and there were statues and sculptures set about to decorate the foyer. The sprawling staircases were polished wood, covered with soft green and silver carpets. A Malfoy family tapestry hung, well illuminated, on the wall to the left. It was much cleaner and in far better condition than the Black family one, but the difference was that there were far fewer Malfoys still alive than there were Blacks.

In fact, Draco was the only one left, it seemed.

He walked in and stared at the tapestry for a moment. Harry followed him and ran his fingers over some of the names on the wall. His mouth fell open slightly and he turned to Draco.

“You’re the only one left?” he asked softly. His eyes were sad and concerned. Draco kissed him softly.

“I am,” he answered quietly. “I suppose I’ll be the end of the Malfoy line.”

Harry stared at him for a moment. He looked as though he felt culpable for the destruction of one of the oldest families in the wizarding world. Draco raised an eyebrow at him with a small smile. He would never had assumed Harry to care much about keeping up a family name. In fact, he was quite sure Potter had been against it for the most part.

“Trust me, Harry,” Draco assured him, wrapping his arms around Potter and pulling him close. “That’s no big loss to any aspect of the world. I don’t need the Malfoy name. All I need is you.”

“Really?” Harry whispered, leaning into Draco’s arms. Draco laughed.

“Yes,” he answered. “And if worse comes to worst, I can always get Pansy to bear me a child.” Harry frowned and smacked Malfoy.

“That’s not funny,” he spat, fighting a smile. “Are you going to be taking all these things? Or leave them for the new inhabitant?”

Draco considered that for a moment. Most of the items were incredibly valuable in some way. Many of them were also dark artifacts that bore terrible magic. He supposed he should take those. He also considered and decided to keep all of his father’s library and his mother’s fine jewelry. And the Tapestry. He didn’t know why but it had always been important to him.

“I guess we’ll have to pick out what’s coming with us and what we can leave,” he replied, looking thoughtful. “But you’ve only just seen the entrance. Let me at least show you around the rest of the house.”

“You do realize we only have a few hours here today,” Harry remarked snickering. “A tour of the entire Manor promises to take over a month.”

“Just the important places then,” Draco laughed, taking Harry’s hand. He led him up the sweeping stair case and through corridor after corridor. There were adornments of all sorts in every hallway and through every door. The entire house was full to the brim with all kinds of treasures.

Draco took Harry around and showed him the library, which was large enough to give Hogwarts’ library a run for its money. He showed him his parent’s wing and the bathrooms and the guest rooms. He showed him the studies and living rooms. He showed him the ballroom and dining room and generally a whole bunch of places that Harry had never considered putting into a house.

There were secret places and hidden corridors and passageways. There were little secrets in every nook and cranny and sometimes in places you would never expect them to be. Draco would comment on some things. Occasionally, he would narrate the history of an item or tell an interesting story related to the décor or to the artwork. Most of the time he would simply make snide little remarks about what the rooms were meant for, and what they were really used for.

“So where did you sleep?” Harry asked. Draco turned to him and smiled.

“I was just getting to that,” he said. “I have my own wing, remember?”

He lead Harry through twisting passages and up another staircase and finally into a whole new house, or so it seemed.

Draco’s wing was decorated much in the same manner as the rest of the house, but it was tainted with the typical living of a teenaged boy. There was a sitting room and a study. The study had its own little library (which was still larger than any average person’s library) and a beautiful polished desk. There was artwork all around. There was a whole room assigned to Quidditch related things –posters, broomsticks, practice uniforms and such. Finally, Draco led Harry into his bedroom.

It was practically larger than the whole of the Dursley’s house. The bed was against the right wall and was draped with black and silver hangings. The bedspread was adorned with the Malfoy family crest and the décor of the room seemed almost royal. There were books and papers strewn in certain corners, however, on tables and memorabilia from the Quidditch World Cup on the shelf. There were pictures and different posters that suited a teenager in some areas as well.

“This is my bedroom,” Draco proclaimed, quite pointlessly. He looked around the room and felt a small pang of nostalgia. This room, he would miss. There was no question about that. He had gone through some of the most important moments of his life in this room. Most of his sadness and depression were lived through here. He had first kissed that boy in this room. He had discovered himself here, all alone. The memories were not fond memories, but they were important ones.

“I have an idea,” Harry stated quietly. There was a mischievous smile on his features. “If you really don’t want to live here, what say we give this place a proper goodbye party and let it go out with a bang?”

*_*_*

Harry could tell Draco was attached to his bedroom, if no other place in the house. He stepped up to the blond and ran an arm around his slight waist. He let his fingers play on the collar of Draco’s shirt. Malfoy licked his lips and looked at Harry.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” he asked, leaning into the movements and nipping softly at Harry’s ear.

Harry didn’t answer. He simply pulled Draco’s shirt up and brushed his lips against his soft chest. His tongue poked through his lips and lapped teasingly at Draco’s nipple. Harry’s hand trailed down the man’s stomach and under the hem of his pants. He stroked Draco’s growing erection for a moment or two to coax it up faster.

Draco clearly got the message and started pressing into Harry’s hand, all the while pulling Potter’s shirt over his head. He pulled Harry’s face to his and pressed their mouths together hungrily. He quickly took control and a hand came to Harry’s arm to encourage his ministrations in Draco’s pants.

Neither of them wanted to break away from the kiss and so Draco carefully lead Harry backwards to the bed. Harry felt his knees bend, letting him sit down on the comfortable mattress. His fingers found their way to Draco’s zipper and undid it pushing his pants down and out of the way. Draco stepped out of them and pushed Harry back onto the bed, kneeling over him, their lips still locked.

Harry brought his arms up around Draco’s back, running his hands over every inch of skin he could reach. Draco was carefully unfastening Harry’s belt and zipper to remove his pants. He pulled out of the kiss momentarily to pull the jeans down Harry’s legs. He stopped over Harry’s hardened pride and planted small, suckling kisses along the shaft.

Harry moaned softly, his fingers playing in Draco’s long soft locks. Malfoy finished removing his pants and crawled back up to meet Harry’s calling mouth. He inserted his tongue into Potter’s, letting their tongues play and dance. Draco leaned lower and rubbed his hips into Harry’s forcing their erections against one another with a blissful kind of friction.

“I’ve wanted you in my bed for so long,” Draco whispered seductively to his lover, pulling away from the kiss and nibbling at his neck instead. “Wanted to kiss you everywhere and taste every part of you. Wanted to be inside you and fill you…just you.”

“Ah, Draco,” Harry moaned, the words meeting his ears and causing his arousal to increase. He bucked his hips into Draco’s, the soft skin of their erections pressing together hard. “Yes…Draco, please…”

Draco smiled and slid one of his hands down Harry’s torso. He pushed Potter’s legs open and fingered the man’s entrance, pressing at the tense ring with increasing fervor. He spread his tongue over Harry’s neck and dragged his teeth over the supple skin, leaving little red marks in his wake.

“Do you want me inside you, Harry?” he asked, a little malevolently. “Do you want me to make love to you right here? Do you want me to make you scream my name so loud that it’ll echo in the house for years?”

Harry shut his eyes and exhaled heavily into his lover’s actions. He tried to push himself onto Draco’s fingers; despite that he knew it would hurt if he did. Draco was holding him in place, leaving him unable to control what was going on.

“Ah yes, Draco,” he moaned, his own hands pulling hard against Draco’s back. His nails were digging into the skin on Draco’s back, demanding the space between them be closed. “Yes, Draco, now!”

Harry opened his eyes as Draco pulled away from his neck. He was smirking darkly before he moved down Harry’s body and ran his tongue up and down Harry’s length several times. Potter gasped and his hands found their way to Draco’s head, playing in his hair and encouraging him for more.

“I want you to yell out my name,” Draco whispered pulling away. He leaned back to pick something out of the drawer in his bedside table. He came back with a small jar of massage oil.

“What do you have that for?” Harry asked, a little confused. Draco snickered.

“I discovered a lot about myself in this room,” he answered cryptically. Without another word, He spilled some of the oil onto Harry’s shaft. It was warm and smooth. Draco poured some more onto his own erection and then pressed his hips into Harry’s again. One hand grabbed both of their lengths and he started pumping them together. He was gentle at first but sped up slowly, increasing the force as well.

“Ahh, Draco!” Harry cried out, his arms bracing out next to him to grasp onto the bedcover. He let out a symphony of erotic noises as Draco pumped them together. “More, Draco, more!!”

Malfoy smiled and let go. He pulled Harry’s legs up instead, so that his legs were bent at the knee over Draco’s forearms. His back arched and Draco pulled him up enough to position himself properly. Without any real preparation, Draco pressed the head of his erection into Harry. Potter gasped out at the sensation. He wanted more of Draco in him. He bucked his hips in an attempt to impale himself fully on Draco’s length but Malfoy shook his head.

He leaned forwards over Harry, forcing Potter’s knees up with him. Harry moaned as he felt himself open more. Draco licked Harry’s lips and forced himself into Harry further. He penetrated him deeper than he ever had before and gyrated his hips slowly, aiming for that sweet spot.

“Cry out for more,” Draco ordered, pumping at an agonizing rate.

“More, Draco, more!!” he moaned loudly. He couldn’t bring his arms up to pull Draco closer. Malfoy pinned his wrists to the bed, holding his legs up at the same time. “Yes, Draco, ahh…. MORE!”

Malfoy was breathing more heavily now, matching Harry’s rate and he pushed in and out faster. He bucked hard and deep into Harry to fill him completely. Harry screamed and cried out from the ecstasy. His eyes were clouding over and he felt fireworks explode somewhere inside him.

“Ah, Harry,” Draco moaned, kissing Harry hungrily on the mouth. He couldn’t hold it for long, however. He pulled away and licked his lips. His pace increased again and he felt himself get closer and closer to climax. “Call out for me…”

“Ah, Draco, yes,” he cried. He was having more and more trouble speaking through the movements but Harry couldn’t help himself. Draco pushed into him harder and faster, forcing him over the edge. “Draco!!!” he screamed, exploding over the both of them.

Draco pumped once more and spilled out inside of Harry. He could feel the warm liquid fill him from the inside and spill out of him. His eyes shut as Draco let his legs go and collapsed onto him. He rubbed Draco’s back softly, allowing that elated and fully satisfied feeling to wash over him.

Draco crawled up slowly and kissed him softly before rolling off him partially. They were still pressed against one another and Harry loved the hot, sticky feeling of their bodies together. He held Draco for a long time, his eyes closed and so close to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he found he couldn’t do anything but stare at Draco’s beautiful face. His eyelashes were lying softly against his cheeks as he rested. His lips were perfect and pink and his skin was smooth and soft. He smiled taking in every little detail of his lover’s appearance, down to the way his blond hair tickled his nose, disheveled over his face.

Draco looked up at him finally and raised his brows.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice husky from their exertions. Harry smiled and kissed his forehead.

“I’m just looking forwards to waking up to you every morning from now on.”

---End---

Author’s Note: I’m rather sad to see this come to an end, but it had to eventually, I suppose. I hope you all enjoyed it! I did go with the ending shag because, really, they both needed it. Thank you so much to all my wonderful reviewers!! Especially Graballz, thrnbrooke, Danine and EXxTaZzY who reviewed almost every chapter! I will be writing another Harry/Draco fic, hopefully soon. It’ll be called ‘Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son’ and it’ll go through the book series from Draco’s point of view (with some added scenes ehehe), as told in his journal. I’m excited about writing it so I hope you’ll all like it too!
*Love to all* Thanks again for all the support!!