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Adult ++
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8
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2,076
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19
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Chapter Three
A/N Thank all of you who have chosen to review. I know it is a pain, but it makes everything so worth while.
Chapter Three
Harry was speechless as the blond walked across the room and he received a lap full of Slytherin. “I had to make sure that you were alright.” Malfoy was clearly leering at him as he ran his hand between his legs. “Besides, when was the last time this big boy went to bed hungry?” Another strong pull made Harry groan against his will. “It will be a sacrifice, you understand, but I could be convinced to help you out with that.”
The kiss that followed was steamy and passionate. Harry couldn’t get his mind around the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing him. He was over thirty, married, had three children, but his body was responding like a teenager in heat. The soft lips of his rival were almost reverent, and all he really wanted to do was roll them over and take what the blond was offering. He stopped himself with an effort, reminding himself that this was Malfoy, it could easily be a trap, and besides that, since when was he gay? He gently pushed the boy away.
“Malfoy, I don’t know what the fuck you think you are doing, but I think now would be a good time for you to leave.”
“Harry?” So many emotions were flitting across the boy’s face, most of which Harry couldn’t identify, but he could clearly see a lot of hurt and confusion. “What did those idiots do to You? Did you hit your head?”
“Look, Malfoy..”
“Stop calling me that! What is wrong with you?” The blond interrupted almost screaming.”
Harry wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t tell the Slytherin the truth, he didn’t know what side he was loyal to. With Voldemort still around, he couldn’t blindly trust anyone. “I am a bit confused right now. I don’t remember much yet. I don’t remember having a relationship with you.”
Draco stared deeply into Harry’s eyes for a moment before becoming visibly furious. “I will kill them! Did they confund you?”
This was just getting more difficult. ”Draco, I really don’t know, but I am sure that it will work itself out. Do you think that I could get some sleep. I am very tired.”
Draco’s face took on an almost eerily tender look. He reached out and cupped the side of Harry’s face. “Don’t worry, Sev, will figure it out. I will see you in the morning.”
This world is truly bizarre was all that Harry could think as he watched the door shut behind the young man that apparently he was sleeping with. He had a lot to think about. He wondered where Draco’s Harry was, while he was inhabiting his body. The last thing that he remembered from the proper world, was being on a mission to find a Dark wizard that was attacking muggles. He had almost accidentally come upon the wizard while he was torturing a muggle in an alley in London. A short duel had followed before he stunned him, just as Harry went to obliviate the muggle man he saw a yellow light out of the corner of his eye. That was all he knew.
Now he was stuck, possibly permanently in a world that he didn’t know. If Draco’s apparent age was any indication he was back to being sixteen or seventeen, and he would have to kill Voldemort again. He didn’t have any idea how he would be able to do it again. He was not connected to this Dark Lord. He didn’t even know yet if this Voldemort had made Horcruxes, and if so was Dumbledore aware of them. Would he have help this time, or would he be all alone. He idly thought that buying a shack in the middle of nowhere in America was starting to sound very appealing.
Harry cautiously got out of bed and headed to the loo. The image in the mirror took him totally off guard. He had been able to tell that he was taller and more muscular. He figured that not having been malnourished as a child would explain the height, he would have to ask Snape about the other. His face was different too. It was clearly him, but without the glasses, and with the weight, he actually thought that he was pretty damn attractive. He stared at himself for awhile until he realized what he was doing. He used the facilities, and returned to bed.
He was trying not to think about Malfoy, but it seemed the more he tried not to dwell on that kiss, the more he could actually feel those soft lips again. This was so confusing. He had only ever been with Ginny, he could have been bi, he had occasionally thought that another male was fit. He certainly would not have thought his experience with a male would be with Draco Malfoy, but then again in this world he was a Slytherin. Maybe he didn’t have many options, male or female. It had been strange the way Malfoy had been acting though, it was almost as if he really cared about Harry. He decided to let it drop, he wasn’t going to get any answers til morning. He finally closed his eyes and let sleep take him.
Morning happened way too early as it always did. Harry awoke with a grunt. He was pretty sure he had been in the middle of a dream before the sunlight had interrupted. He found himself alone, which was a nice change. He padded to the loo and got as ready for this morning as he could. When he re-entered the hospital wing he noticed other curtains that he must have been too out of it to see before. He had heard Snape and McGonagall mentioning that he had put three of his attackers into the hospital wing. He found himself curious who he had injured. He gingerly pulled aside the first to find himself staring at one of his best friends in the world.
He felt sad thinking that this was a world were Ron Weasley would ambush him with four friends. He felt an urge to touch the much loved face, but resisted knowing that here it would not be neither understood nor appreciated. He simply moved on to the next curtained off bed. He was now nervous to see what was on the other side. He opened it to find Seamus Finnigan. He thought that made sense given the Irish boy’s hatred of Slytherins, and hot temper. The third was Neville, that one threw him a bit. He knew that Neville could certainly show a backbone, but he never would have taken him for a bully. Maybe it wasn’t unprovoked, maybe this Harry wasn’t a very nice person. Once again he found himself at a dead end. He needed answers from the inhabitants of this universe, and he needed them now.
TBC I know that threats are passe, but really I can't sleep till I get one review. I am weak and get discouraged easily. :(
Chapter Three
Harry was speechless as the blond walked across the room and he received a lap full of Slytherin. “I had to make sure that you were alright.” Malfoy was clearly leering at him as he ran his hand between his legs. “Besides, when was the last time this big boy went to bed hungry?” Another strong pull made Harry groan against his will. “It will be a sacrifice, you understand, but I could be convinced to help you out with that.”
The kiss that followed was steamy and passionate. Harry couldn’t get his mind around the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing him. He was over thirty, married, had three children, but his body was responding like a teenager in heat. The soft lips of his rival were almost reverent, and all he really wanted to do was roll them over and take what the blond was offering. He stopped himself with an effort, reminding himself that this was Malfoy, it could easily be a trap, and besides that, since when was he gay? He gently pushed the boy away.
“Malfoy, I don’t know what the fuck you think you are doing, but I think now would be a good time for you to leave.”
“Harry?” So many emotions were flitting across the boy’s face, most of which Harry couldn’t identify, but he could clearly see a lot of hurt and confusion. “What did those idiots do to You? Did you hit your head?”
“Look, Malfoy..”
“Stop calling me that! What is wrong with you?” The blond interrupted almost screaming.”
Harry wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t tell the Slytherin the truth, he didn’t know what side he was loyal to. With Voldemort still around, he couldn’t blindly trust anyone. “I am a bit confused right now. I don’t remember much yet. I don’t remember having a relationship with you.”
Draco stared deeply into Harry’s eyes for a moment before becoming visibly furious. “I will kill them! Did they confund you?”
This was just getting more difficult. ”Draco, I really don’t know, but I am sure that it will work itself out. Do you think that I could get some sleep. I am very tired.”
Draco’s face took on an almost eerily tender look. He reached out and cupped the side of Harry’s face. “Don’t worry, Sev, will figure it out. I will see you in the morning.”
This world is truly bizarre was all that Harry could think as he watched the door shut behind the young man that apparently he was sleeping with. He had a lot to think about. He wondered where Draco’s Harry was, while he was inhabiting his body. The last thing that he remembered from the proper world, was being on a mission to find a Dark wizard that was attacking muggles. He had almost accidentally come upon the wizard while he was torturing a muggle in an alley in London. A short duel had followed before he stunned him, just as Harry went to obliviate the muggle man he saw a yellow light out of the corner of his eye. That was all he knew.
Now he was stuck, possibly permanently in a world that he didn’t know. If Draco’s apparent age was any indication he was back to being sixteen or seventeen, and he would have to kill Voldemort again. He didn’t have any idea how he would be able to do it again. He was not connected to this Dark Lord. He didn’t even know yet if this Voldemort had made Horcruxes, and if so was Dumbledore aware of them. Would he have help this time, or would he be all alone. He idly thought that buying a shack in the middle of nowhere in America was starting to sound very appealing.
Harry cautiously got out of bed and headed to the loo. The image in the mirror took him totally off guard. He had been able to tell that he was taller and more muscular. He figured that not having been malnourished as a child would explain the height, he would have to ask Snape about the other. His face was different too. It was clearly him, but without the glasses, and with the weight, he actually thought that he was pretty damn attractive. He stared at himself for awhile until he realized what he was doing. He used the facilities, and returned to bed.
He was trying not to think about Malfoy, but it seemed the more he tried not to dwell on that kiss, the more he could actually feel those soft lips again. This was so confusing. He had only ever been with Ginny, he could have been bi, he had occasionally thought that another male was fit. He certainly would not have thought his experience with a male would be with Draco Malfoy, but then again in this world he was a Slytherin. Maybe he didn’t have many options, male or female. It had been strange the way Malfoy had been acting though, it was almost as if he really cared about Harry. He decided to let it drop, he wasn’t going to get any answers til morning. He finally closed his eyes and let sleep take him.
Morning happened way too early as it always did. Harry awoke with a grunt. He was pretty sure he had been in the middle of a dream before the sunlight had interrupted. He found himself alone, which was a nice change. He padded to the loo and got as ready for this morning as he could. When he re-entered the hospital wing he noticed other curtains that he must have been too out of it to see before. He had heard Snape and McGonagall mentioning that he had put three of his attackers into the hospital wing. He found himself curious who he had injured. He gingerly pulled aside the first to find himself staring at one of his best friends in the world.
He felt sad thinking that this was a world were Ron Weasley would ambush him with four friends. He felt an urge to touch the much loved face, but resisted knowing that here it would not be neither understood nor appreciated. He simply moved on to the next curtained off bed. He was now nervous to see what was on the other side. He opened it to find Seamus Finnigan. He thought that made sense given the Irish boy’s hatred of Slytherins, and hot temper. The third was Neville, that one threw him a bit. He knew that Neville could certainly show a backbone, but he never would have taken him for a bully. Maybe it wasn’t unprovoked, maybe this Harry wasn’t a very nice person. Once again he found himself at a dead end. He needed answers from the inhabitants of this universe, and he needed them now.
TBC I know that threats are passe, but really I can't sleep till I get one review. I am weak and get discouraged easily. :(