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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
21,185
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter V
V"¦
You will fly and you will crawl;
God knows even angels fall.
No such thing as you lost it all.
God knows even angels fall.
---Jessica Riddle
When they shimmered back into being Harry found himself standing at the base of an enormous cliff, by rights the biggest one he had ever seen. The sun was out, though occasionally it enjoyed floatingng bng behind fleeting clouds. They stood on green grass that led down to sand and then surf. Harry had never seen the sea before and now he watched it crash against the cliffs. His nose smelt fish, brine and salt all at once, overwhelming his senses. He breathed deep, trying to take it all in at once.
And Draco let him, his own stormy eyes watching as Harry's face opened up in wonder. It was like watching him fly that first time, though that was the quickest of flashes, and only Draco, who had been watching his face intently, had seen it. Now he could view it with a little more time, the way his eyes opened, mouth parted slight as his pulse quickened and the blood ran to the top of his skin, making him flush.
Draco wondered if he looked the same way aroused, the thought bringing a smirk to his lips. Harry would definitely be worth a taste. Would he make the same excited sounds he did as he got closer to the golden snitch? Draco always found that highly distracting whilst playing quidditch, it was no wonder he never caught the blasted thing. To begin with it had been annoying, but as he got older and the hormones kicked in, the sounds went straight to his cock. He was thankful for the heavy Quidditch robes more than once. But now was not quite the time for such thoughts.
"Come on, Wonder Boy," Draco grinned. "This way."
Harry turned and saw a set of stairs leading up to the top of the cliffs. Draco was waiting for him on the bottom step, watching the wide-eyed boy in amusement. Harry couldn't think of any reply to the smirk, deciding to fall on the standard childish response; he stuck out his tongue, making Draco laugh.
The steps were worn and old with use, Draco had to catch Harry a few times when he lost his footing, which didn't bother the other boy at all. He wondered what exactly had happened in the last few hours to change their relationship. He looked at the green-eyed teen as he seemed oblivious, his hands running the sheer grey rock of the cliffs. *Something* had changed, and he decided he wanted to explore it, before his head decided it was the wrong thing to do.
Harry opened his mouth to say something as they reached the top of the cliffs but the words ended in a surprised gasp as Malfoy Manor came into view.
At perhaps half the size of Hogwarts, the seemingly old fashioned castle seemed to be carved out of the very cliff face that rested behind it. The grey rock was as old as the very moon and almost seemed to be hand carved, like delicate human hands created each wall and curve of tower. Glass windows reflected sunlight, some stained in many colours of the rainbow. Harry could only wonder at how far into the cliff face the manor went.
The stairs became a well-worn pathway that Draco was now walking along. Harry took a moment to enjoy the spring in the normally sour boy's step. He was ouslously happy to be home. Then he looked back to the blonde boy's home, feeling once more intimidated by it all. How was he going to survive here for a few months when every time he turned around Draco was doing another thing that surprised him?
He followed the blonde at a slower pace, his eyes watching the gentle sway of his hips, the curve of his arse in those slacks. Harry had always known that Draco was beautiful, hell, he'd woken up a night or two to an interesting dream involving said Slytherin. But somewhere along the way he had stopped thinking of him as a pretty body, but as a pretty person. If the timing were a little better, Harry probably would have dated him. It was those puppy dog eyes, Oliver had had them, they made him want to make him smile all the time. Harry thought he'd die every time he heard Draco laugh.
The large and mostly ornamental door opened as the two of them got clos The They were silent, though looking at them Harry had expected them to creak just a little. Harry's heart sped up a little as he hadn't seen Lucius Malfoy since his second year, and he didn't quite know what to expect. As he was finally starting to enjoy himself in Draco's company, he found he didn't want to upset whatever bond father and son had. He had never known his own parents and would do nothing to upset the balance between them.
He was not expecting a mirror image of Draco to walk out of the door.
Well, not quite a mirror. The older man was a full head taller than his son, his blonde hair lighter and not quite as long. As he got closer, Harry could see the older Malfoy was smiling warmly, like there was nothing else he'd rather be doing than greeting his only son. There were laugh lines around his eyes that Draco was missing, but they were the same stormy grey as the other teen.
He wore black slacks like his son, moulding to his lower body like a second skin. He wore a green velvet shirt with short sleeves so that when his arms wrapped around the slender form of his son, the paleness of his arms stood out against his dark clothing. Draco returned the gesture, squeezing his father back as if he were trying to break him. Harry could almost feel the complete sadness that hung in the air. He couldn't believe that Voldermort, the Wizard he thought the two of them worked for, had killed the woman who was their mother and wife.
When the two of them pulled back, it took them a while to let go of each and Harry was struck by the broken image the two of them made. Like two fallen Angel's attempting to comfort each other. Lucius ran his hand through his son's longer hair, as if just noticing its length. His fingers glided over the curve of his jaw, glancing over his lips before pressing his own softly against his forehead.
As old older man took a shaky breath when moved back from Draco. He seemed to be trying to pull together the tattered remains of his very soul before he looked to Harry. And Harry wanted nothing more then to take this broken Angel into his arms and take away his pain.
So that's what he did, surprising the older Malfoy as he wrapped himself around him. He looked to his son and the surprised expression became one of wonder as Draco moved behind Harry, joining him in the embrace, locking the smaller teen between the two of them.
The blonde kissed his father softly and fleetingly, more in comfort and reassurance then anything else. Then they both smiled at Harry who had his black head buried in Lucuis's chest. He kissed the top of the baby soft hair, inhaling the smell of forests and summer showers from him.
"Welcome to my home, Harry Potter."
~~~~~~
You will fly and you will crawl;
God knows even angels fall.
No such thing as you lost it all.
God knows even angels fall.
---Jessica Riddle
When they shimmered back into being Harry found himself standing at the base of an enormous cliff, by rights the biggest one he had ever seen. The sun was out, though occasionally it enjoyed floatingng bng behind fleeting clouds. They stood on green grass that led down to sand and then surf. Harry had never seen the sea before and now he watched it crash against the cliffs. His nose smelt fish, brine and salt all at once, overwhelming his senses. He breathed deep, trying to take it all in at once.
And Draco let him, his own stormy eyes watching as Harry's face opened up in wonder. It was like watching him fly that first time, though that was the quickest of flashes, and only Draco, who had been watching his face intently, had seen it. Now he could view it with a little more time, the way his eyes opened, mouth parted slight as his pulse quickened and the blood ran to the top of his skin, making him flush.
Draco wondered if he looked the same way aroused, the thought bringing a smirk to his lips. Harry would definitely be worth a taste. Would he make the same excited sounds he did as he got closer to the golden snitch? Draco always found that highly distracting whilst playing quidditch, it was no wonder he never caught the blasted thing. To begin with it had been annoying, but as he got older and the hormones kicked in, the sounds went straight to his cock. He was thankful for the heavy Quidditch robes more than once. But now was not quite the time for such thoughts.
"Come on, Wonder Boy," Draco grinned. "This way."
Harry turned and saw a set of stairs leading up to the top of the cliffs. Draco was waiting for him on the bottom step, watching the wide-eyed boy in amusement. Harry couldn't think of any reply to the smirk, deciding to fall on the standard childish response; he stuck out his tongue, making Draco laugh.
The steps were worn and old with use, Draco had to catch Harry a few times when he lost his footing, which didn't bother the other boy at all. He wondered what exactly had happened in the last few hours to change their relationship. He looked at the green-eyed teen as he seemed oblivious, his hands running the sheer grey rock of the cliffs. *Something* had changed, and he decided he wanted to explore it, before his head decided it was the wrong thing to do.
Harry opened his mouth to say something as they reached the top of the cliffs but the words ended in a surprised gasp as Malfoy Manor came into view.
At perhaps half the size of Hogwarts, the seemingly old fashioned castle seemed to be carved out of the very cliff face that rested behind it. The grey rock was as old as the very moon and almost seemed to be hand carved, like delicate human hands created each wall and curve of tower. Glass windows reflected sunlight, some stained in many colours of the rainbow. Harry could only wonder at how far into the cliff face the manor went.
The stairs became a well-worn pathway that Draco was now walking along. Harry took a moment to enjoy the spring in the normally sour boy's step. He was ouslously happy to be home. Then he looked back to the blonde boy's home, feeling once more intimidated by it all. How was he going to survive here for a few months when every time he turned around Draco was doing another thing that surprised him?
He followed the blonde at a slower pace, his eyes watching the gentle sway of his hips, the curve of his arse in those slacks. Harry had always known that Draco was beautiful, hell, he'd woken up a night or two to an interesting dream involving said Slytherin. But somewhere along the way he had stopped thinking of him as a pretty body, but as a pretty person. If the timing were a little better, Harry probably would have dated him. It was those puppy dog eyes, Oliver had had them, they made him want to make him smile all the time. Harry thought he'd die every time he heard Draco laugh.
The large and mostly ornamental door opened as the two of them got clos The They were silent, though looking at them Harry had expected them to creak just a little. Harry's heart sped up a little as he hadn't seen Lucius Malfoy since his second year, and he didn't quite know what to expect. As he was finally starting to enjoy himself in Draco's company, he found he didn't want to upset whatever bond father and son had. He had never known his own parents and would do nothing to upset the balance between them.
He was not expecting a mirror image of Draco to walk out of the door.
Well, not quite a mirror. The older man was a full head taller than his son, his blonde hair lighter and not quite as long. As he got closer, Harry could see the older Malfoy was smiling warmly, like there was nothing else he'd rather be doing than greeting his only son. There were laugh lines around his eyes that Draco was missing, but they were the same stormy grey as the other teen.
He wore black slacks like his son, moulding to his lower body like a second skin. He wore a green velvet shirt with short sleeves so that when his arms wrapped around the slender form of his son, the paleness of his arms stood out against his dark clothing. Draco returned the gesture, squeezing his father back as if he were trying to break him. Harry could almost feel the complete sadness that hung in the air. He couldn't believe that Voldermort, the Wizard he thought the two of them worked for, had killed the woman who was their mother and wife.
When the two of them pulled back, it took them a while to let go of each and Harry was struck by the broken image the two of them made. Like two fallen Angel's attempting to comfort each other. Lucius ran his hand through his son's longer hair, as if just noticing its length. His fingers glided over the curve of his jaw, glancing over his lips before pressing his own softly against his forehead.
As old older man took a shaky breath when moved back from Draco. He seemed to be trying to pull together the tattered remains of his very soul before he looked to Harry. And Harry wanted nothing more then to take this broken Angel into his arms and take away his pain.
So that's what he did, surprising the older Malfoy as he wrapped himself around him. He looked to his son and the surprised expression became one of wonder as Draco moved behind Harry, joining him in the embrace, locking the smaller teen between the two of them.
The blonde kissed his father softly and fleetingly, more in comfort and reassurance then anything else. Then they both smiled at Harry who had his black head buried in Lucuis's chest. He kissed the top of the baby soft hair, inhaling the smell of forests and summer showers from him.
"Welcome to my home, Harry Potter."
~~~~~~