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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult
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11
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4,607
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43
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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 Five
About a week after I wrote ‘Chasing Cars’ (as I decided to call it), Seamus was supposed to come to dinner with his new boyfriend to catch up on life. I’m tossing a salad as Harry stirs the sauce for the chicken the door bell rings. We both race for the door as is our custom and slid in sync to the finish. Seamus is laughing at us from the other side of the unbreakable plane glass door. The tall lanky strawberry blond laughs too, but is obviously nervous. I open the door and Harry leaps at Seamus in one of their Gryffindor reunion hugs.
“SEAMUS! How ya been you sex on legs you?” Harry asks after the break. “AND who is this?”
“Fabulous! ‘Arry, Draco this is my boyfriend Clyde, he’s a stage tech on me tour. He’s kinda nervous to meet ya to be honest!” I don’t think he could be any more gay.
“I am not!” Clyde swats at Seamus’ arm. The three of us break into giggles. He’s obviously muggle, but cute none the less.
“Come in, come in, wine’s uncorked in the living room and appetizers just need to be pulled from the oven. Harry, I’ll join you guys momentarily!” I say and head back to the kitchen. I check on the roasting chicken, which is almost done, and put everything else on serving dishes and charm them to stay hot and fresh. I pick up the plate of finger food and walk into the laughter filled sitting room.
“Ah, there’s the love of my life!” Harry says, hands me a glass of wine, steals the appetizers and offers me a place on the couch next to him.
“That I am…anyhow, Seamus, how’s life?” I reply and redirect.
“Great, currently finishing up a new album, and releasing in next month to go on tour in July. So I’ll have another busy summer, but that’s the way I like it.” Seamus tends to babble.
*DING* the timer in the kitchen goes off, and Harry and I go to pull everything out and into the dining room to be served.
Clyde is watching the horses play out in the paddock, somewhat amused that you can look outside no matter where you sit at the long oval table, however we’ll only be using the middle section.
“You like horses?” Harry asks as we sit.
“Magnificent creatures, I grew up on a horse farm, loved it, but I needed to get into something different you know? But none the less, your two are gorgeous.” He seems to know a bit about everything.
“We can go visit after dessert if you like; they’re quite friendly for stallions. They absolutely adore you if you bring treats.” I tease.
“Most animals do!” Seamus winks at his companion.
We eat with a large amount of small talk, and then just after serving the large chocolate mousse cake that I made, brings up the topic of the song I wrote.
“Draco, you know that I’d love to hear it!” Seamus smiles, one of those large sloppy innocent smiles that I love to see on Harry.
“Sure, Harry and Clyde can go visit Apollo and Mars while I show it to you.” I agree.
We finish and Seamus and I proceed to the study while our lovers head outside with carrot, apples and sugar cubes.
I show him a printed copy of the lyrics.
He simply says, “Play it.”
I do, I’ve figured out the way it should go finally, Harry rewarding me with several snog sessions.
I sing in my deep rich tones, melancholy lyrics seeping through.
“We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
I look up at Seamus when I’m finished and there’s a single tear running down his left cheek. He knows the exact meaning of the lyrics, and what they mean to the three of us who were shunned for just being ourselves.
“Draco, I want to buy the rights to this song. I’m going to talk to my recording manager tomorrow and arrange a meeting with my label to discuss this further. I want this on my new album. What do you think Drake?”
I’m speechless. Why would he want a meaningless drabble song on his album. I don’t think it’s all that good. Yes it has meaning, but is it really that good?
“Sure.” Is all I can manage to get out right now. “How about we go find those boys of ours?” I suggest, just to change the subject.
We go down the back staircase and into the back yard to find Mars quite literally eating out of Clyde’s hand. Seamus tries to get Apollo to come get a sugar cube from him, but the stubborn stallion does quite the opposite until Harry take the cube and whistles, which makes the damn horse near trip over his feet to come to his ‘Papa’. After all the treats are gone and Seamus having a near melt down from horse slobber getting on his hand when he decided to feed Mars instead, we head back to the living room for brandy and chocolate truffles.
It never ceases to amaze me how much Harry’s face lights up when he sees his only old school friend. Sure Ron and Hermione visit with their offspring, but only every so often, like Harry’s birthday, and Christmas. Seamus was the only person that understood and stood by us. I can live without contact. It was always in my training as a child. Stand up straight, smile, be able to stand alone. I only need my Harry to be happy. But he needs more human contact than just me. So we’re actually nice to the neighbors (even though they live almost two miles away), and have people from our work circles over, and attend parties, but no one makes his eyes light up like Seamus. And for that I love him.
“Well, I suppose it’s time we head for home.” Says Seamus, who has a dozing Clyde’s head on his shoulder.
I look at the clock and realize that it’s nearly four in the morning. How do we always lose track of time like that? I’m not quite sure, somewhere in the small talk we never can stop chatting about nothingness.
We walk them to the door and head upstairs to bed.
“What do you think of this one?” Harry yawns as he pulls out of his trousers and into his pajama pants.
“He seems nice, looks like he makes Seamus happy.”
“Yeah…well at least he has a sense of humor and is able to put up with Seamus’ drama queen act.”
I chortle. “Anyone that can put up with that deserves an award!”
Harry’s almost in hysterics.
We fall into bed, and he’s once again acting like the cuddle whore he is, nearly in my armpit he is. We’re nose to nose, and I use this to my advantage. I press my lips to his, sweetly, unhurried, tenderly. I slip my tongue into his mouth and taste the sweet brandy and somewhat bitter dark chocolate that still seems to be there. We break apart after about a minute. I kiss the tip of his nose and feel the effects of being cozy in a bed at four am.
“I like where you sleep when you sleep next to me.” I whisper in his ear as he rolls over to put his back to my chest. I put my arms around his waist and hold him in place. Tight enough to let him know I want him there, yet loose enough for him to feel free.
“I like where we sleep, here.” He replies. His words are almost slurred he’s practically asleep already. And I know he is less than thirty seconds later when his breathing evens out.
Its moments like this that I live for. It’s these moments that I cherish so dearly. As I slip into unconsciousness, I realize that I when he lies close to me, that even though I’ve loved him for years, I’m all of a sudden in love with him again.
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A/N: Sorry this took me so long to update! I have a few more chapters written, but life just caught up to me and I didn'thave time to post. I blame school! Anyhow, tell me what you think, and here are my responses to my last batch of reviews! Thanks oyo my wonderful beta Ruinithil, I couldn't get through without you chica!
Vibora: Thanks! Sorry about the wait! I hope you enjoy! (And that won’t be the last of the snuggle slut-ness!)
thrnbrooke: Thanks! Here it is!
Night: errrrrrmmm…The people kind of get explained in these few chapters…but I don’t really have a long term plan for this story, maybe 10-15 chapters, that’s it…but pretty well everyone hates them because they’re gay. Hermie and Ron only come around every so often. I write when it comes to me, you’ll notice that only a few things are in real detail, it’s just how it flows out of me…but Thanks for the review and here’s more!
Assassins_Kiss: THANKS!
“SEAMUS! How ya been you sex on legs you?” Harry asks after the break. “AND who is this?”
“Fabulous! ‘Arry, Draco this is my boyfriend Clyde, he’s a stage tech on me tour. He’s kinda nervous to meet ya to be honest!” I don’t think he could be any more gay.
“I am not!” Clyde swats at Seamus’ arm. The three of us break into giggles. He’s obviously muggle, but cute none the less.
“Come in, come in, wine’s uncorked in the living room and appetizers just need to be pulled from the oven. Harry, I’ll join you guys momentarily!” I say and head back to the kitchen. I check on the roasting chicken, which is almost done, and put everything else on serving dishes and charm them to stay hot and fresh. I pick up the plate of finger food and walk into the laughter filled sitting room.
“Ah, there’s the love of my life!” Harry says, hands me a glass of wine, steals the appetizers and offers me a place on the couch next to him.
“That I am…anyhow, Seamus, how’s life?” I reply and redirect.
“Great, currently finishing up a new album, and releasing in next month to go on tour in July. So I’ll have another busy summer, but that’s the way I like it.” Seamus tends to babble.
*DING* the timer in the kitchen goes off, and Harry and I go to pull everything out and into the dining room to be served.
Clyde is watching the horses play out in the paddock, somewhat amused that you can look outside no matter where you sit at the long oval table, however we’ll only be using the middle section.
“You like horses?” Harry asks as we sit.
“Magnificent creatures, I grew up on a horse farm, loved it, but I needed to get into something different you know? But none the less, your two are gorgeous.” He seems to know a bit about everything.
“We can go visit after dessert if you like; they’re quite friendly for stallions. They absolutely adore you if you bring treats.” I tease.
“Most animals do!” Seamus winks at his companion.
We eat with a large amount of small talk, and then just after serving the large chocolate mousse cake that I made, brings up the topic of the song I wrote.
“Draco, you know that I’d love to hear it!” Seamus smiles, one of those large sloppy innocent smiles that I love to see on Harry.
“Sure, Harry and Clyde can go visit Apollo and Mars while I show it to you.” I agree.
We finish and Seamus and I proceed to the study while our lovers head outside with carrot, apples and sugar cubes.
I show him a printed copy of the lyrics.
He simply says, “Play it.”
I do, I’ve figured out the way it should go finally, Harry rewarding me with several snog sessions.
I sing in my deep rich tones, melancholy lyrics seeping through.
“We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
I look up at Seamus when I’m finished and there’s a single tear running down his left cheek. He knows the exact meaning of the lyrics, and what they mean to the three of us who were shunned for just being ourselves.
“Draco, I want to buy the rights to this song. I’m going to talk to my recording manager tomorrow and arrange a meeting with my label to discuss this further. I want this on my new album. What do you think Drake?”
I’m speechless. Why would he want a meaningless drabble song on his album. I don’t think it’s all that good. Yes it has meaning, but is it really that good?
“Sure.” Is all I can manage to get out right now. “How about we go find those boys of ours?” I suggest, just to change the subject.
We go down the back staircase and into the back yard to find Mars quite literally eating out of Clyde’s hand. Seamus tries to get Apollo to come get a sugar cube from him, but the stubborn stallion does quite the opposite until Harry take the cube and whistles, which makes the damn horse near trip over his feet to come to his ‘Papa’. After all the treats are gone and Seamus having a near melt down from horse slobber getting on his hand when he decided to feed Mars instead, we head back to the living room for brandy and chocolate truffles.
It never ceases to amaze me how much Harry’s face lights up when he sees his only old school friend. Sure Ron and Hermione visit with their offspring, but only every so often, like Harry’s birthday, and Christmas. Seamus was the only person that understood and stood by us. I can live without contact. It was always in my training as a child. Stand up straight, smile, be able to stand alone. I only need my Harry to be happy. But he needs more human contact than just me. So we’re actually nice to the neighbors (even though they live almost two miles away), and have people from our work circles over, and attend parties, but no one makes his eyes light up like Seamus. And for that I love him.
“Well, I suppose it’s time we head for home.” Says Seamus, who has a dozing Clyde’s head on his shoulder.
I look at the clock and realize that it’s nearly four in the morning. How do we always lose track of time like that? I’m not quite sure, somewhere in the small talk we never can stop chatting about nothingness.
We walk them to the door and head upstairs to bed.
“What do you think of this one?” Harry yawns as he pulls out of his trousers and into his pajama pants.
“He seems nice, looks like he makes Seamus happy.”
“Yeah…well at least he has a sense of humor and is able to put up with Seamus’ drama queen act.”
I chortle. “Anyone that can put up with that deserves an award!”
Harry’s almost in hysterics.
We fall into bed, and he’s once again acting like the cuddle whore he is, nearly in my armpit he is. We’re nose to nose, and I use this to my advantage. I press my lips to his, sweetly, unhurried, tenderly. I slip my tongue into his mouth and taste the sweet brandy and somewhat bitter dark chocolate that still seems to be there. We break apart after about a minute. I kiss the tip of his nose and feel the effects of being cozy in a bed at four am.
“I like where you sleep when you sleep next to me.” I whisper in his ear as he rolls over to put his back to my chest. I put my arms around his waist and hold him in place. Tight enough to let him know I want him there, yet loose enough for him to feel free.
“I like where we sleep, here.” He replies. His words are almost slurred he’s practically asleep already. And I know he is less than thirty seconds later when his breathing evens out.
Its moments like this that I live for. It’s these moments that I cherish so dearly. As I slip into unconsciousness, I realize that I when he lies close to me, that even though I’ve loved him for years, I’m all of a sudden in love with him again.
***
A/N: Sorry this took me so long to update! I have a few more chapters written, but life just caught up to me and I didn'thave time to post. I blame school! Anyhow, tell me what you think, and here are my responses to my last batch of reviews! Thanks oyo my wonderful beta Ruinithil, I couldn't get through without you chica!
Vibora: Thanks! Sorry about the wait! I hope you enjoy! (And that won’t be the last of the snuggle slut-ness!)
thrnbrooke: Thanks! Here it is!
Night: errrrrrmmm…The people kind of get explained in these few chapters…but I don’t really have a long term plan for this story, maybe 10-15 chapters, that’s it…but pretty well everyone hates them because they’re gay. Hermie and Ron only come around every so often. I write when it comes to me, you’ll notice that only a few things are in real detail, it’s just how it flows out of me…but Thanks for the review and here’s more!
Assassins_Kiss: THANKS!