The Ghost of You

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I really appreciate it. I didn’t get any flames yet which is nice… someone is probably going to leave a comment correcting my spelling or my Latin…please don’t—I won’t change it unless it’s a serious error—like if Hermione is banging Harry or something and Sirius is a werewolf and Professor Snape starts teaching Home Economics….it won’t happen… it will be threatened though. Oh. And last chapter (in which Harry teaches his DADA class for the first time) Once I accidentally referred to Draco as an animorphmagus, he is not; he is a metamorphmagus like his cousin, Tonks. If I’m being obscure or there is anything you’d like to hear more about, like… I don’t know… Remus and Sirius… or how exactly it was they brought Sirius back or whatever—the details of Harry and Draco’s relationship before he left—just don’t ask me why I killed Ron because I’ll tell you—the only time he isn’t obnoxious is when he’s being funny and the only time he’s funny is when he’s in divination class with Harry. Divination Class died…thus did Ron…and so is the circle of my fanfic.




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Harry sat in his chambers in a large green sofa, feeling very pleased with himself when Draco Malfoy stormed in through the portrait hole. Harry raised an eyebrow, “How did you get in—you don’t have the password.”


Draco snorted, ~ Your password is, ‘password’, Potter—you’re so god-damn predictable. ~ He pulled off his black leather coat, unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and sat next to the darker man. Harry stared at him in disbelief. “I thought you were mad at me for leaving… and now you’re sitting in my room like everything is okay when I know it’s not.”


Draco summoned a flute of champagne to himself from god only knew where and leaned back into the chair, sipping slowly, licking his lips after word. Suddenly, Harry found that Draco’s tongue was the most fascinating thing in the world… and that nothing was more alluring than the way his supple throat contracted as it swallowed… he started thinking of what it would look like if he were swallowing his throbbing—


~ I am still mad at you; furious even. But it’s interesting the way you phrased that sentence… ‘And now you’re sitting in my room like everything is okay when I know it’s not.’ As if it is only you that is at fault. ~


“Aren’t I?”


~ yes, you are, I just didn’t expect you’d admit it to yourself, let alone me. ~


Harry smiled triumphantly, “so that’s why you’re here—to psychoanalyze and interrogate me into admitting defeat? Don’t you think that’s a little clichéd for a Slytherin?”


Draco smiled and uncrossed his legs (Harry began to focus on a naked Hagrid before he became too aroused), ~ Wow, Harry—I guess get inside me like you can. ~ he purred seductively, narrowing his silvery eyes in a way that was just…well, naughty. Harry could feel heat rising in his neck and groin. If he didn’t leave soon, he was going to have an erection… too late. Right: naked Hagrid… is fucking Grawp.


Draco walked over to Harry and straddled his hips. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and opened his mouth wordlessly as Draco began running both hands through his black hair, massaging his scalp. ~ I’m not here to psychoanalyze you or anything like that…~ Harry closed his eyes and surrendered to his erection. There was no point in denying it—Draco was just that fucking hot.


“Y—you’re not?” Harry choked as Draco began rocking back and forth, slowly.


~ Nope—I’m here to punish you. ~ Harry’s heart pumped faster; were all of his sexual fantasies from the last six years about to come true?


Draco smiled wickedly and leaned in, placing a burning kiss on Harry’s open mouth. Harry had assumed he was caught up in a flurry of passion but then realized the kiss was literally burning him. He pulled away rapidly and Draco slid off his lap, looking un-phased. ~That was the Veela’s Kiss, Harry. ~


Harry blanched.


~Before I get rid of your… problem ~ he glanced at the tent in Harry’s pants, ~ one way or another, I want a three foot essay on why what you did was wrong, and what you intend to do to make it up to me, on my desk whenever convenient for you.~ Draco bowed and left. Harry stared at him, still white. Harry raised his wand and tapped his crotch, whispering something inaudible. Nothing happened. He tried again; nothing. He sighed painfully. He raised his wand again and magicked some floo powder into the hearth.


“Hermione!” He yelled. In a few moments, Hermione’s fluffy brown head appeared in the green flames. “Yes Harry?” she asked. Harry was thankful for once that she was blind. “um… do you know how to get rid of an Veela’s Kiss?”


“A veela’s kiss?” Hermione contorted her face in thought, “isn’t that the thing veela’s used to do to make a current aroused state permanent until they release the victim?”


“Err…yeah.”


“Well… like I said, the veela would have to ‘relieve’ it themselves—is this for one of your upper level classes or just personal research?”


“Personal research…” Harry winced.


Hermione’s blind eyes widened. “Oh Harry—Draco didn’t actually… do that to you, did he? He joked about it but god I didn’t think he would actually… do it!”


“Yeah—it’s hilarious.” Harry panted, now in extreme pain.


Hermione laughed silently to herself. “Oh, Harry—there is no way to get rid of it without Draco’s help—“


“He won’t.” Harry cut off, “unless I write a three-foot essay on what it was I did wrong and… something else.”


“How aroused were you when he kissed you?” Hermione laughed.


Harry squirmed in his chair, “he did the thing… you know that thing he does with the hair…” Harry trailed off, staring at his hands.


“Well then, I’d get writing if I were you.” She paused thoughtfully, “On the bright side, an orgasm after a veela’s kiss averages 25—45 minutes so… I’ll be going now.”


The flames died and Harry swore under his breath. He summoned a roll of parchment toward himself, and began to recite to his wand which danced across the paper, writing as it did so. “Oww…” he whimpered to no one.




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In his office, Draco sat at his large marble desk (which if anyone cared to look more closely at would see that it was actually Bellatrix Lestrange’s Tomb Stone which he had stolen years ago) with his feet propped upon the surface, staring thoughtfully at a mirror in his hand which bore his old friend’s reflection.


~Do you think I was too hard on him, Pansy?~


Pansy giggled heartily at the unintended pun. “Not at all, Draco—you sacrificed everything for him; as far as I’m concerned, every bit of pain he gets, he deserves.” Draco heard an insistent knock on his “door” and thought, ~ see you, Pans, that’ll be him now. ~ Draco smiled and put the mirror down on his desk.


He folded his hands carefully on his chest and opened the door with a wink. No one was there. Draco raised an eyebrow when an invisibility cloak flew out of the middle of no where and his victim appeared. Harry limped in, looking terrible. His ebony hair was plastered to his forehead, and shirt was sticking to his back. He threw a roll of parchment onto Draco’s desk and stared loathingly at him.


Draco smiled and picked up the scroll. He unfurled it and said, ~ Well; that looks like exactly three feet; I never thought my veela inheritance would be of any use, but there you are… ~ he continued to read when Harry stared at him in disbelief. “YOU DON’T SERIOUSLY INTEND TO LEAVE ME HERE WHILE YOU READ THE WHOLE THING?!” He shouted.


Draco clicked his tongue, ~ Manners, Potter, people are sleeping. ~ He continued to read. ~well… looks to be satisfactory… ~


Harry sighed in relief. Draco stood and walked over to him determinedly. He slipped one hand behind Harry’s neck and the other cradling his hip. He pressed his smooth lips against Harry’s chapped ones. Harry’s rolled and he sank into Draco’s embrace. While the last kiss burned, leaving Harry’s lips blistered, this one was soothing and tasted like rain water. Harry felt his lips heal from the burns and smooth out. Draco let him go and stood in front of him, unmoving. “Malfoy, you are such an arse!”


~ Why? I did what I said I would— ~


Harry sighed, “I still have a hard-on.”


Draco smiled and placed a finger under Harry’s chin, ~ that’s because you’re still turned on—maybe if you’d not been such a prat yesterday I would have been obliged to—“


Draco’s thought was cut off, however, when Harry grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into a mind-blowing kiss. Draco struggled for a moment, but when Harry slid his hands to cup his arse he thought, “Fuck all” and slid his tongue into his mouth. Harry began massaging Draco’s arse, eliciting a small moan. The blonde ran his hands through Harry’s hair and bit hard on the junction of his neck and jaw. Harry hissed in pleasure as Draco began to suck the same spot. He thrust his hips into Draco’s, producing as much friction between both of their erections as humanly possible.


Harry swept Draco’s desk clear, revealing shiny black marble and placed him upon it. ~ I still don’t forgive you… ~ Draco said distractedly as Harry began unbuttoning his shirt. Harry continued to slide the black silk shirt from Draco’s toned shoulders and grunted (as Draco was tugging on his bottom lip with insistent teeth), “uh-huh.” Harry pulled his own shirt over his head and placed laid himself on top of Draco’s chest. The blonde wrapped his arms and thighs around Harry, clawing lightly at his back. Harry threw his head back after Draco thrusted. “Fuck all,” Harry muttered while wandlessly banishing their remaining clothes from their bodies. Draco grinned and flipped their positions with an indignant “umph!” from Harry.


Draco Straddled Harry’s hips and looked down at him, ~ You know, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I was going to punish you. ~ Draco summoned a bottle of what must have been lubricant to himself and said, ~ So… ~ he threw the bottle across the room, causing it to shatter on the wall opposite. Harry’s eyes widened. ~ Let’s do this instead. I’m going to fuck you, Potter. I’m not going to use lubricant; I’m not even going to stretch you. I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to hurt. ~


Harry gulped. He was a virgin… in that respect. He was about to protest when Draco’s lips were once again on his. He pushed Harry’s knees against his shoulders and placed his hardened member at Harry’s entrance. Draco steadied himself with one hand, and gripped Harry’s throbbing cock with the other. He squeezed, causing Harry to yell out as he thrust his considerable length inside the man below him. Tears sprung from Harry’s eyes as his insides burned. Draco did not move inside of him, but he continued to massage his shaft expertly with his right hand. As the pain inside him was drowned out by what that wonderful hand was doing, Harry moaned and bucked his hips upwards, adjusting himself as he did so. He slid up the desk such that the head of Draco’s cock was hitting his prostate. Draco smiled and thought, ~I’m sorry, I thought I was the one fucking here—but if you want to do all the work just say so… ~


“FUCK YOU MALFOY: MOVE DAMNIT!” he yelled, his natural magicks causing the room to shake slightly. Draco smiled devilishly and pulled almost all of the way out, only to thrust back in, hard. Harry moaned as Draco brushed over his sweet spot. “more…..” he moaned, the pain intermingled with pleasure taking him.


Draco obeyed and continued to thrust rhythmically in and out of Harry, while pumping his cock in time. Harry threw his head back—he had forgotten how good it felt to be close to someone like this. Draco began to thrust harder, his balls slamming against Harry’s arse. Harry yelled out and thought sadly in the back, back of his mind that Draco used to be a screamer. Harry felt a ball of white heat building up in his core. With a final thrust, Harry orgasmed in time with Draco, the contracting of his muscles milking Draco’s remaining seed. Harry felt as though he was made of metal, and the desk was a giant magnet. Waves of pleasure continued to wash through him and his vision was filled with white light. He wrapped his arms around Draco as he collapsed onto his chest. Harry’s vision cleared suddenly and he ran his hand over Draco’s glistening back. Draco nuzzled into Harry’s shoulder and groaned softly. Harry laughed lightly and said, “it’s strange… I feel lighter… different.”


“Me too—I don’t know why…” Draco muttered, resting his hand on Harry’s chest. Harry quirked an eyebrow and turned to Draco who looked up curiously. “Did you...” Harry sat up, “did you just say that out loud?”


Draco rolled his eyes, “You know I can’t sp—“Draco threw his hand over his mouth and his eyes widened to the size of tea-saucers.


“You DID say it out loud!” Harry screamed, throwing his arms around Draco’s neck then winced. “God, my arse hurts.”


“Well maybe you should have used some lube, Potter.” Draco smirked™.


Harry slapped him upside the head and said, “You’re such a prat.”




A/N: There was something I was going to say I just don’t remember what… oh well...oh yeah--if you were wondering why Harry didnt have a super orgasm it was because Draco removed the kiss before he fucked him. Cheers! PLease review.