Only through the pain
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
10,196
Reviews:
192
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
10,196
Reviews:
192
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters in the Harry Potter books or movies.. All rights belong to their respective owners. I make no money from using them for my own twisted purposes. I do not own the songs I use nor do I make money for using them.
Carmen
Disclaimer: I disclaim you all! None of you are going to get anything when I die....wait, that's 'Disown' isn't it? whoops.
Warning: Strange silly smuty junk.
A/N: Ok, so feel free to pelt me with things, I've been a bad author XD. I just haven't had any inspiration at all for this story lately. I've lost direction! Thank your lucky stars for my good buddy Kat, otherwise I may have gone away completely again. Kat is new on the AFF site, but we've been friends for oh, at least 5 years now, right hun? Anyway, she loved my bit about Voldemort so much (probably because she knows the guy I had the dream about and can properly see it in her mind) that she asked if she could write a little snippet, a letter to Santa. Of course I said yes, and she dashed it out real fast and it is now posted on AFF, it's called 'dear santa' and it's by Kat. She says she'd going to write other dear santa letters too, from Dumbledore, so if you like my craziness, go over there and read it! And for those who like my angst, go read her other stuff because girl got angst. Just remember to review for her like you do for me! Let's get her on the map people! Today's chapter, 'Carmen' the opera by Georges Bizet.
Carmen (Harry)
How could kissing Draco feel so right when I was so angry at him? How could all of the pain and the mistrust fly right out the window as soon as our bodies were pushed together? How could he still feel so warm and safe when I kept telling myself that he wasn't? How could I still feel so complete?
"Because he LOVES you, twit." I heard Gin's voice in my head, "And you LOVE HIM. So go shag in the master bedroom already." hmmm....did I want to? Well, certain parts of my anatomy did, pressing of their own accord against Draco's similarly willing parts. Could I? I wasn't sure...things felt different now that I knew Dumbledore was the one behind my episodes, my sucidal tendencies. It didn't change the fact that those things had happened...but now I knew that I wasn't alone....That I didn't have to go through this alone...but was Draco the one I trusted to go with me? If I had been in his shoes, if I had been him, would I have told me? It wasn't a matter of him not trusting me or lying to me suddenly, it was a question of his mother's safety. If he would go to such lengths to keep his mother safe, could he really be evil? Would he do the same for me? I didn't know. All I knew was that his mouth was soft and warm and his hands were gentle and his body was firm against my own....and I knew he loved me and I loved him. Wasn't that enough?
As we kissed I was unconciously moving us backwards through the large chamber to my room....our room. Draco was, as ever, hesitant, careful, but I could tell it was hard for him to be. He didn't want to hurt me or scare me and he wasn't trying to use me, but he wanted me probably as much as I wanted him. I needed him...all of him....now.
(Draco)
Harry was kissing me. HARRY was kissing ME. I wasn't resisting, god knows how much I wanted him, but he was the one taking the lead. He was the one pushing us towards the chamber bedroom door, he was the one pressing our bodies as close as they could go. His hands were the ones reaching, feeling, touching. I wanted to reciprocate as enthusiastically, but I was scared he would stop, that if I did anything he would come to his senses and leave...but at the same time I didn't want him doing anything he would regret later, so when the door opened and he began pushing us towards the bed I stopped him.
"Wait Harry." I said rather breathlessly, putting one hand gingerly against his chest and pushing him gently away all while hitting myself over the head mentally.
"No." He said strongly, pulling my hand away in a rather iron grip. "I want this Draco." His free hand unzipped the tight magical jeans I was still wearing.
"But Harry..." I tried to protest as he dropped to his knees in front of me, but the rest of my sentence was turned into a moan when his tongue flicked over the head of my released cock. In the few times we had done anything more then kiss, Harry had never done anything like what he was doing now, taking my length into his mouth easily. I'd never pushed for him to, I knew from Ginny that he had a problem with it, so just the pure shock of having him on his knees sucking me off stifled the rest of my protests...that and in all my fantasies of him in this very position, it had never felt quite so....amazing. As it was, it took all of my self control to keep my hips still. "Harry," I managed to gasp in warning, but he didn't pull away, "Harry, stop, I'm..." he looked up at me without stopping his minstrations, his deep green eyes accepting and willing and intensely staring back at me...with love.
(Harry)
I knew it was a strange way of forgiving him, but I also knew Draco would understand. It was also a clear mark of how safe I felt with him that I was even willing to try something that usually made me....but no, with Draco it felt normal, natural, right, and he was definitely enjoying it...and so was I. I wanted every part of him, reveled in the hot, salty taste of him in my mouth. I loved him, he loved me and that would definitely be enough, forever.
A/N: I know it's short, but this story is definitely winding down. More tomorrow. don't forget to read Kat's story, dear santa. You will laugh, you will cry, you will write your own letter to Santa!
Warning: Strange silly smuty junk.
A/N: Ok, so feel free to pelt me with things, I've been a bad author XD. I just haven't had any inspiration at all for this story lately. I've lost direction! Thank your lucky stars for my good buddy Kat, otherwise I may have gone away completely again. Kat is new on the AFF site, but we've been friends for oh, at least 5 years now, right hun? Anyway, she loved my bit about Voldemort so much (probably because she knows the guy I had the dream about and can properly see it in her mind) that she asked if she could write a little snippet, a letter to Santa. Of course I said yes, and she dashed it out real fast and it is now posted on AFF, it's called 'dear santa' and it's by Kat. She says she'd going to write other dear santa letters too, from Dumbledore, so if you like my craziness, go over there and read it! And for those who like my angst, go read her other stuff because girl got angst. Just remember to review for her like you do for me! Let's get her on the map people! Today's chapter, 'Carmen' the opera by Georges Bizet.
Carmen (Harry)
How could kissing Draco feel so right when I was so angry at him? How could all of the pain and the mistrust fly right out the window as soon as our bodies were pushed together? How could he still feel so warm and safe when I kept telling myself that he wasn't? How could I still feel so complete?
"Because he LOVES you, twit." I heard Gin's voice in my head, "And you LOVE HIM. So go shag in the master bedroom already." hmmm....did I want to? Well, certain parts of my anatomy did, pressing of their own accord against Draco's similarly willing parts. Could I? I wasn't sure...things felt different now that I knew Dumbledore was the one behind my episodes, my sucidal tendencies. It didn't change the fact that those things had happened...but now I knew that I wasn't alone....That I didn't have to go through this alone...but was Draco the one I trusted to go with me? If I had been in his shoes, if I had been him, would I have told me? It wasn't a matter of him not trusting me or lying to me suddenly, it was a question of his mother's safety. If he would go to such lengths to keep his mother safe, could he really be evil? Would he do the same for me? I didn't know. All I knew was that his mouth was soft and warm and his hands were gentle and his body was firm against my own....and I knew he loved me and I loved him. Wasn't that enough?
As we kissed I was unconciously moving us backwards through the large chamber to my room....our room. Draco was, as ever, hesitant, careful, but I could tell it was hard for him to be. He didn't want to hurt me or scare me and he wasn't trying to use me, but he wanted me probably as much as I wanted him. I needed him...all of him....now.
(Draco)
Harry was kissing me. HARRY was kissing ME. I wasn't resisting, god knows how much I wanted him, but he was the one taking the lead. He was the one pushing us towards the chamber bedroom door, he was the one pressing our bodies as close as they could go. His hands were the ones reaching, feeling, touching. I wanted to reciprocate as enthusiastically, but I was scared he would stop, that if I did anything he would come to his senses and leave...but at the same time I didn't want him doing anything he would regret later, so when the door opened and he began pushing us towards the bed I stopped him.
"Wait Harry." I said rather breathlessly, putting one hand gingerly against his chest and pushing him gently away all while hitting myself over the head mentally.
"No." He said strongly, pulling my hand away in a rather iron grip. "I want this Draco." His free hand unzipped the tight magical jeans I was still wearing.
"But Harry..." I tried to protest as he dropped to his knees in front of me, but the rest of my sentence was turned into a moan when his tongue flicked over the head of my released cock. In the few times we had done anything more then kiss, Harry had never done anything like what he was doing now, taking my length into his mouth easily. I'd never pushed for him to, I knew from Ginny that he had a problem with it, so just the pure shock of having him on his knees sucking me off stifled the rest of my protests...that and in all my fantasies of him in this very position, it had never felt quite so....amazing. As it was, it took all of my self control to keep my hips still. "Harry," I managed to gasp in warning, but he didn't pull away, "Harry, stop, I'm..." he looked up at me without stopping his minstrations, his deep green eyes accepting and willing and intensely staring back at me...with love.
(Harry)
I knew it was a strange way of forgiving him, but I also knew Draco would understand. It was also a clear mark of how safe I felt with him that I was even willing to try something that usually made me....but no, with Draco it felt normal, natural, right, and he was definitely enjoying it...and so was I. I wanted every part of him, reveled in the hot, salty taste of him in my mouth. I loved him, he loved me and that would definitely be enough, forever.
A/N: I know it's short, but this story is definitely winding down. More tomorrow. don't forget to read Kat's story, dear santa. You will laugh, you will cry, you will write your own letter to Santa!