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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
8,017
Reviews:
38
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own this plot and the love Harry and Draco have for each toher *someone runs to Rose and whispers something in her ear* Oh, I don\'t. Oh-well, enjoy this chapter *toddles away*
Chapter 4
Harry shook his head and walked over to the end of his bed where his trunk was magicked earlier. He craved something but after Draco had bit him, he couldn’t think of wanting anything else. Then Draco spoke.
“Do you understand what is happening? Because I sure as hell am confused.” Draco frowned and thought to himself, ‘My brain is yelling in my ear telling me not to believe but my heart, but I just can’t listen…’. “It just feels like it’s, well…like this makes…” Draco stopped and looked at Harry, who continued.
“…Makes it feel as if it is so right. That’s how I feel also. My soul is in Limbo, not knowing what to choose. Passion and a feeling that has no control? Or a sensibility.” Harry sighed and took out a pair of pajamas bottoms. Red silk. The color of the warm blood that poured from him when Draco bit.
“I just don’t understand,” Draco said, sighing and also pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms. They were black satin. Black, representing the weight of judgement residing on his soul.
“Me either…” Harry walked over to where Draco was standing. Both bare chested, wearing nothing other than soft, thin material to cover their lower, more private, parts. He looked at Draco, wishing to himself that his heart would be able to sort this out. But it couldn’t. Draco stared at Harry’s lightly tanned chest, finely sculptedh hah hard muscles that only hours of Quidditch practice could achieve. His body contrasted with his own in a way that made them seem to fit together. Draco had skin that made him appear he was made of porcelain, and muscles that were so smooth, you could hardly see t Dra Draco sighed.
“I only wish that I was strong enough to handle the pressure that is weighing on my soul.” He put his head in his hands, not willing to show off his weaknesses. Harry sat down next to him, his chest brushing lightly against Draco’s arm.
“I wish I could help you understand. And then perhaps, I could help myself.” Harry got up from Draco’s bed and pulled back the curtains to his own. He turned his back to the soft sheets to find Draco sitting in his own bed, face void of expressions, but eyes filled with confusion.
Clouds of gray mingled with patches of white and blue. Right there Harry felt that eyes truly were the mirror to the soul. He also started to feel sorrow for Draco. Why hadn’t Harry ever realized that he wasn’t the only one with problems and anxieties? If ad ead ever known what Draco’s past was, he d had have friended him that day on the Hogwarts express. Harry damned and cursed all that thought Draco was horrible because he never smiled. But Harry now knew why. And Harry felt like a knife was tearing his flesh when he tho of of all the pain the two of them had gone through in their shortly lived lives. Whilst looking into Draco’s eyes, he realized that he could love him. Not because they were perfect, or meant to be, but because they truly were equals.
“Good nightarryarry blew out the candle beside his bed and dreamt about life and how it really was.
* * *
What does all of this mean? I feel as if I am in one lusted and confusing dream. We sit down to pick out the truth. But inside my heart just wants to be with you.
Chapter 4
Harry shook his head and walked over to the end of his bed where his trunk was magicked earlier. He craved something but after Draco had bit him, he couldn’t think of wanting anything else. Then Draco spoke.
“Do you understand what is happening? Because I sure as hell am confused.” Draco frowned and thought to himself, ‘My brain is yelling in my ear telling me not to believe but my heart, but I just can’t listen…’. “It just feels like it’s, well…like this makes…” Draco stopped and looked at Harry, who continued.
“…Makes it feel as if it is so right. That’s how I feel also. My soul is in Limbo, not knowing what to choose. Passion and a feeling that has no control? Or a sensibility.” Harry sighed and took out a pair of pajamas bottoms. Red silk. The color of the warm blood that poured from him when Draco bit.
“I just don’t understand,” Draco said, sighing and also pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms. They were black satin. Black, representing the weight of judgement residing on his soul.
“Me either…” Harry walked over to where Draco was standing. Both bare chested, wearing nothing other than soft, thin material to cover their lower, more private, parts. He looked at Draco, wishing to himself that his heart would be able to sort this out. But it couldn’t. Draco stared at Harry’s lightly tanned chest, finely sculptedh hah hard muscles that only hours of Quidditch practice could achieve. His body contrasted with his own in a way that made them seem to fit together. Draco had skin that made him appear he was made of porcelain, and muscles that were so smooth, you could hardly see t Dra Draco sighed.
“I only wish that I was strong enough to handle the pressure that is weighing on my soul.” He put his head in his hands, not willing to show off his weaknesses. Harry sat down next to him, his chest brushing lightly against Draco’s arm.
“I wish I could help you understand. And then perhaps, I could help myself.” Harry got up from Draco’s bed and pulled back the curtains to his own. He turned his back to the soft sheets to find Draco sitting in his own bed, face void of expressions, but eyes filled with confusion.
Clouds of gray mingled with patches of white and blue. Right there Harry felt that eyes truly were the mirror to the soul. He also started to feel sorrow for Draco. Why hadn’t Harry ever realized that he wasn’t the only one with problems and anxieties? If ad ead ever known what Draco’s past was, he d had have friended him that day on the Hogwarts express. Harry damned and cursed all that thought Draco was horrible because he never smiled. But Harry now knew why. And Harry felt like a knife was tearing his flesh when he tho of of all the pain the two of them had gone through in their shortly lived lives. Whilst looking into Draco’s eyes, he realized that he could love him. Not because they were perfect, or meant to be, but because they truly were equals.
“Good nightarryarry blew out the candle beside his bed and dreamt about life and how it really was.
What does all of this mean? I feel as if I am in one lusted and confusing dream. We sit down to pick out the truth. But inside my heart just wants to be with you.