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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
7,301
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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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.
Whisper Softly
Whisper Softly
“Harry?” A soft voice whispered.
Harry’s eyes slowly fluttered open slowly. His long lashes flicked then revealed startling green eyes. Harry heard a soft gasp from by the top of his head.
“Beautiful.” Draco all but whispered.
“What? What‘s beautiful?” Harry mumbled, then suddenly jolted upright, remembering where he was.
He was suddenly looking into gray eyes that slowly darkened to a molten silver. Was that anger? Desire? “What‘s wrong Draco?” Harry found himself saying.
“Draco is it?” The last Malfoy questioned. Then found himself smirking as his companions cheeks tinted red. Nodding almost to himself, Draco slowly placed his hand on top of Harry’s. “You know then?”
“About what Draco?” Harry asked, embarrassment slowly disappearing replaced by curiosity.
He slowly too in Harry‘s tired and warn appearance. Was he sleeping here for long? “Us. Being mates.”
Harry slowly ran a hand through his hair, a never us gesture he couldn’t quite shake. He nodded, not looking at the other man. He really didn’t know what to make of this. What was he to do with a mate besides the obvious.
“Draco, I really don‘t know what to do about this. There‘s no love lost between us. I really don‘t want to put either of us in a more complicated situation.” Harry reasoned.
Draco began to laugh. Full out belly laughing. Sobering up he looked Harry seriously in the eye. “You’re the boy-who-lived and I‘m now Lord Malfoy death eater reject. I don‘t think it could get much more complicated. We really could stand to gain something from this Harry.”
Harry sat silently staring at Draco, his mate. “Yes, I suppose we could.”
Draco smiled, ha twenty minutes and he already won an argument. This might not be so bad.
“Draco, do you know what kind of creature I am?” Harry questioned. If he revealed his heritage to his ‘mate’ and he reacted badly, this might not be such a good idea.
Draco thought about the conversation he had overheard. “No I don‘t know.”
Harry smirked standing up in front of Draco. Harry’s image seemed to shift and flicker like a hologram. And softly getting louder, Draco heard it. Music. Drums, trumpets, different instruments playing together making something wonderful. Draco felt his body start to respond. Tightening in places he had never let anyone see. He shifted over to relieve some pressure.
That’s when he felt the shift in the air, it was hotter. His breathing sped up when he heard the voice soft and deep start to sing.
Here I sit on my throne of fire
Help to you my desire
Claimed my territory
You my mate complete the story
Give…you my mark
Save you from the dark
Become my King my manly Queen
Strongest match anyone has seen……
Draco watched as Harry slowly appeared. Black and red. He wore black pants fitting tight to his body. Knee-high boots graced his feet. A blood red shirt lay open over his shoulders. Draco’s eyes trailed down the tight well defined chest to his abs. There it was, if the singing didn’t tip him off the seal around his navel might have. Harry glided toward him.
Draco wasn’t so smug now, mind fogged with arousal, respect and desire for his mate. A Murmur, The Duke Prince of Hell.
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Murmur: In demonology, Murmur is a Great Duke and Earl of Hell, and has thirty legions of demons under his command. He teaches Philosophy, and can oblige the souls of the deceased to appear before the conjurer to answer every desired question.He also teaches music.Murmur is depicted as a soldier riding a Vulture or a Griffin, and wearing a ducal crown. Two of his ministers go before him making the sound of trumpets.
Sound like someone you know? What about the two ministers that go before him?
“Harry?” A soft voice whispered.
Harry’s eyes slowly fluttered open slowly. His long lashes flicked then revealed startling green eyes. Harry heard a soft gasp from by the top of his head.
“Beautiful.” Draco all but whispered.
“What? What‘s beautiful?” Harry mumbled, then suddenly jolted upright, remembering where he was.
He was suddenly looking into gray eyes that slowly darkened to a molten silver. Was that anger? Desire? “What‘s wrong Draco?” Harry found himself saying.
“Draco is it?” The last Malfoy questioned. Then found himself smirking as his companions cheeks tinted red. Nodding almost to himself, Draco slowly placed his hand on top of Harry’s. “You know then?”
“About what Draco?” Harry asked, embarrassment slowly disappearing replaced by curiosity.
He slowly too in Harry‘s tired and warn appearance. Was he sleeping here for long? “Us. Being mates.”
Harry slowly ran a hand through his hair, a never us gesture he couldn’t quite shake. He nodded, not looking at the other man. He really didn’t know what to make of this. What was he to do with a mate besides the obvious.
“Draco, I really don‘t know what to do about this. There‘s no love lost between us. I really don‘t want to put either of us in a more complicated situation.” Harry reasoned.
Draco began to laugh. Full out belly laughing. Sobering up he looked Harry seriously in the eye. “You’re the boy-who-lived and I‘m now Lord Malfoy death eater reject. I don‘t think it could get much more complicated. We really could stand to gain something from this Harry.”
Harry sat silently staring at Draco, his mate. “Yes, I suppose we could.”
Draco smiled, ha twenty minutes and he already won an argument. This might not be so bad.
“Draco, do you know what kind of creature I am?” Harry questioned. If he revealed his heritage to his ‘mate’ and he reacted badly, this might not be such a good idea.
Draco thought about the conversation he had overheard. “No I don‘t know.”
Harry smirked standing up in front of Draco. Harry’s image seemed to shift and flicker like a hologram. And softly getting louder, Draco heard it. Music. Drums, trumpets, different instruments playing together making something wonderful. Draco felt his body start to respond. Tightening in places he had never let anyone see. He shifted over to relieve some pressure.
That’s when he felt the shift in the air, it was hotter. His breathing sped up when he heard the voice soft and deep start to sing.
Here I sit on my throne of fire
Help to you my desire
Claimed my territory
You my mate complete the story
Give…you my mark
Save you from the dark
Become my King my manly Queen
Strongest match anyone has seen……
Draco watched as Harry slowly appeared. Black and red. He wore black pants fitting tight to his body. Knee-high boots graced his feet. A blood red shirt lay open over his shoulders. Draco’s eyes trailed down the tight well defined chest to his abs. There it was, if the singing didn’t tip him off the seal around his navel might have. Harry glided toward him.
Draco wasn’t so smug now, mind fogged with arousal, respect and desire for his mate. A Murmur, The Duke Prince of Hell.
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Murmur: In demonology, Murmur is a Great Duke and Earl of Hell, and has thirty legions of demons under his command. He teaches Philosophy, and can oblige the souls of the deceased to appear before the conjurer to answer every desired question.He also teaches music.Murmur is depicted as a soldier riding a Vulture or a Griffin, and wearing a ducal crown. Two of his ministers go before him making the sound of trumpets.
Sound like someone you know? What about the two ministers that go before him?