Harry Comes Home

WARNING!! This will contain lots of HOT BOY ON BOY action, and if you don’t like it, then don’t read it. Plus, as of now, I don’t know what the sex will contain. Actually, I don’t know much about this story. I’m just flying by the seat of my pants, and the story goes where it goes, I guess. So there’s gonna be the normal M/M Slash, oral, HJ, anal, UST, etc. Warnings will be edited if anything changes. Just pay attention to them with each update, just in case. Thanks!

SUMMARY: After defeating Voldermort, Harry has a bit of nervous breakdown and leaves for what everyone thinks is short holiday. When Harry does come home, things have changed, and the one person in the world that he would never imagine vouching for him, is.

PAIRINGS: H/D, R/Hr, and maybe others.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Well this is just filler, really. Not much to say so on with the story…

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Chapter 3: Forgotten Flames and Party Plans. (July 28th)

It was dark in his loft, shadows stretching eerily over the expanse of the room. Harry was awake for some odd reason, and sat in the living space staring at all the accoutrements of his home. For some reason none of it looked familiar to him, nor comforting. He spun around at the sound of knocking at his door, and saw a figure leaning against the door frame.

Soon Harry no longer found himself in his loft, but rather in the study of Grimmauld place. And at the door stood Draco Malfoy, leering at him mischievously. Harry swallowed a lump in his throat at the sight before him. Malfoy was only wearing a baggy pair of sweats. It struck him odd that Malfoy would wear muggle clothing, but he brushed it off. The sweats hung low on his hips, and Harry had to try very hard not to stare.

Draco pushed up from his position and stalked toward the raven haired man with purpose. And with a look like that in those gorgeous silver eyes, it was a purpose of a sexual nature. The mere thought of that made Harry go a bit weak, and soon Harry found himself sitting on a soft bed. Looking around at his new surroundings; he found he was in the room he slept in at Grimmauld place, right across the hall from Draco’s room. He felt the pad of a finger under his chin and he was looking up into those soul searing eyes. Somewhere in the back of his head, Harry new that this all had to mean something, but all of that was washed away when he felt soft, perfect lips on his.

Malfoy tilted his head allowing the kiss to deepen, and it was all Harry could do to just keep quiet. It’d been a long time since he was kissed like this, and even though it felt good, it still hurt to think of what he left behind. Malfoy must have sensed his distress, because he pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead against Harry’s.

“That’s all over now, Harry. I’m here now. The past is the past, but I’m the present; the future,” whispered Harry’s dream lover and he couldn’t help but nod. He was right. He wouldn’t think of what was lost, but think only of the future, and going home.

He was pulled from his inner musings at the feel of hands on his hips and that damnable mouth on his neck planting sweet, fluttering kisses here and there. He moaned his appreciation as Draco licked and sucked at his collarbone and then down to one very hard nipple, then to another. ‘When did my shirt come off? Did I even have one on?’

Those thoughts flew from his mind as he felt his lover’s hands move down and around to cup his arse, then lift his hips up to grind them into his own. A sharp gasp escaped Harry at the feel of Draco’s hard cock brush against his own, and as Draco repeated the action over and over until Harry thought he might go crazy he moaned and groaned and cussed until he was a sobbing mess. All the while Draco kissed him and made erotic noises of his own, only making Harry all the more ready to explode.

“Love me,” he heard Draco whimper, and that was all that was needed to make Harry fall off the edge of reason; reason being his bed.

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Harry lay in a sweaty heap on the floor. His heart was racing and his clothes were drenched. He slowly got up on his hands and knees, eyes still wide at what he had just dreamt. It was obvious that Malfoy was there; he would never forget it his face. Never. But why did he dream about making out with him? It was impossible. It was true they forged a mutual respect; Malfoy did help destroy Voldermort, but they weren’t close. Harry shook his head to get rid of the images that burned in his mind. He wasn’t sure if he liked them or not, and he wasn’t ready to find out.

As his breath finally got under control, Harry stood on still shaky legs and deposited himself on the edge of his bed. He didn’t think he could sleep after a dream like that, so got up and made his way to his kitchen to make some tea. When he reached the mantle of his fire place he stopped, eyes wide as realization struck him.

“That’s all over now, Harry. I’m here…now. The past is the past, but I’m the present; the future…”

Harry ran his eyes over the pictures on the mantle and old feelings that he thought were gone resurfaced. One picture in particular caught his attention, his expression turning forlorn. Sadness shone in his eyes. He knew now what Draco meant.

One thing Harry wanted to do on his holiday was experiment with his sexuality. He knew he could very well get away with it around muggles because they had no idea who he was. But what Harry didn’t plan for was Calvin.

Calvin was an investment banker; handsome, sophisticated, intriguing. But most of all he adored Harry. He was madly in love, and so was Harry. They had been seeing each other for nearly half a year, and one day Calvin came home early. He caught Harry cleaning the loft with magic. He felt lazy that day and didn’t think anything of using magic while Calvin was at work. Harry was so shocked when he saw his boyfriend in the door way that he broke the levitation spell and the vase shattered on the floor. Harry tried to explain but Calvin wigged out. He knew what he had to do, but didn’t want to do it. He thought that if maybe he could just explain things to him…

But Harry knew that if he didn’t Obliviate Calvin things would get ugly. He didn’t want to have to involve the Ministry. With sad eyes and a heavy heart, Harry drew his wand and cast the spell to make his lover forget the incident.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end. When Calvin came to his senses and saw Harry, and the loft, he looked very confused.

“Where am I? And who are you?” asked Calvin. Harry’s heart sank even more. ‘What have I done?!’ he thought morosely. He’d Obliviated too much! Now the love of his life didn’t remember who he was!

In the end, Harry had to make a sacrifice. He told Calvin that he found him wondering around his loft and was ready to question him. Calvin hadn’t been able to explain how he got there and soon he was off on his own. Harry thought that maybe he could start over, but apparently the fates weren’t on his side. The next few days found Calvin with another man, and found Harry with a broken heart. After that he vowed he would stay away from muggle relationships. It would make life easier that way.

Ever since then Harry had lived a somewhat lonely life. He realized with much irony that he was happier living with all the reporters and all the fame, only because of the friends that adored him, then where he was now, living a lone, peaceful existence, even though it was lonely and torturous. Suddenly he couldn’t wait to go home. He would get rid of this place he’s called home, which wasn’t really much of a home to begin with, and go to his real home, with Hermione and Ron and the Weasleys. That was all he really needed. He was done with his so called “holiday.”

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“Alright, then. Almost done,” chirped Hermione as she crossed another person off her list. She’d tried to invite the whole of Gryffindor to Harry’s party, but Ron made her shorten the list to just the people they were closest to.

“So who’s coming?” asked Draco uninterestedly as he closed his Prophet. He sat on Ron’s micro fiber couch thinking that if the party got out of hand, they were probably going to need a new one.

“Well, not many. Just Ginny… and Luna of course. Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, Parvati and Padma, the Creevey brothers, Fred and George, and even a few of your friends Draco,” she counted off matter-of-factly.

“My friends? Who?”

“Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Theo, of course. Who else? Anyway. I also invited a few others, but I’m not sure their coming. It doesn’t matter. Who ever comes is fine by me. Twenty first birthdays are supposed to be wild, so the more the merrier!” said Hermione cheerfully. Draco sighed and shook his head. He didn’t understand muggle traditions. Of course he would if he had taken Muggle Studies.

“And you’re probably going to kill me, Draco, but were not going to be playing any wizard music bands,” she added with enthusiasm. She got up from the couch and soon the sounds of muggle music were pounding out from her stereo. Draco raised an elegant eyebrow and smiled at Hermione’s cheek.

“So what. Its Harry’s party, not mine. If you want to play muggle music for him, then by all means, do,” he said casually. Then he added quietly, “If it makes him happy.”

Hermione smiled brightly and sat back down to finish planning the party. She still had to invite Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, and several more. She was more then a little excited. She couldn’t believe that he was coming home! And she was even more excited for Draco. He had lots planned for Harry’s birthday. She would have to wait until after the party to hear about it, of course. It was supposed to be a secret after all. But she just knew Harry would be completely gob smacked!

Of one thing she was sure: Harry would never need to go away ever again after this!

TBC…

A/N: This bloody chapter gave me so much shit! Uck, I just hate the end. The beginning was fun, but the whole “party planning” crap just miffs me! Blah just forgive me for that part. I had to write it, but it just wouldn’t come out how I wanted. Maybe later on I’ll rewrite it, but for now it stays utterly grotesque. *shame faced self-disappointment* ;(

I can’t wait for more reviews! I get all giggle and blush like mad! My mom laughs. Grrr….

Until next time, my lovelies!

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