The Ties That Bind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,354
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 6
Cliffhanger from Chapter 5:
“So now I’m forced to think about the kiss. I kissed Draco, and he kissed me. It was a hot, passionate, glorious kiss. And then he ran.”
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And Draco ran all the way to Headmaster Snape’s office, hoping Severus would be there. Draco’s universe was completely upside-down. His mother was dead, his former nemesis just snogged him, and the one man that he had always depended upon for support was away from his desk. As Draco continued in to the office, he kept the office candles unlit. The darkness was soothing. He found the one location that had always brought him comfort - under Snape’s desk. Something about sitting under the desk, surrounded by the ancient mahogany wood always grounded him. It was a bit more cramped these days then he remembered, but it made him feel safe, made him feel secure. It was at that moment he finally allowed himself to cry. Five months of tears came streaming down his alabaster skin. Five months worth of agony, loss, depression, confusion, attraction, hope, guilt, love, and fear had finally surfaced. “Crying was for mudbloods and muggles, not purebloods,” again remembering the words of his father.
“No it’s not! It’s not,” he yelled out and thrashed his arms around the empty Headmaster’s office.
Draco opened his swollen silver eyes and noticed the headmaster had appeared, looking gravely concerned. As Draco swiftly tried to regain composure and control, he stood up, then pushed Snape into his green leather chair. Pulling off his tie, Draco blindfolded Snape, then released the ex-potions master’s cock from under his trousers and robes. Draco savored every lick, every movement, and every drop the Headmaster produced. Upon licking up the very last drop, Draco grabbed his makeshift blindfold, then ran out of the office, to his own personal chambers.
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February 12
Why. Why do I continue to go to Snape! Why must I suck every ounce of him when I feel like shit. Like his magic wad is somehow going to heal me. Fuck! I’m not 14 anymore. I’m a Professor at Hogwarts! Bloody Hell!
That Kiss. That glorious kiss.
Potter. I have feelings for Potter. Fucking shit!
Knowing that he would be meeting with Harry the following day for their “Grief Counseling”, Draco tore the page out, pointed his want at the parchment, and set the entry on fire.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N - Thank you again Danine and thrnbrooke for motivating me and providing the encouragement I needed today. My day kind of sucked, but it was so nice to be able to escape into this little world ... where I can control things (I don't have control issues like Draco lol)
“So now I’m forced to think about the kiss. I kissed Draco, and he kissed me. It was a hot, passionate, glorious kiss. And then he ran.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And Draco ran all the way to Headmaster Snape’s office, hoping Severus would be there. Draco’s universe was completely upside-down. His mother was dead, his former nemesis just snogged him, and the one man that he had always depended upon for support was away from his desk. As Draco continued in to the office, he kept the office candles unlit. The darkness was soothing. He found the one location that had always brought him comfort - under Snape’s desk. Something about sitting under the desk, surrounded by the ancient mahogany wood always grounded him. It was a bit more cramped these days then he remembered, but it made him feel safe, made him feel secure. It was at that moment he finally allowed himself to cry. Five months of tears came streaming down his alabaster skin. Five months worth of agony, loss, depression, confusion, attraction, hope, guilt, love, and fear had finally surfaced. “Crying was for mudbloods and muggles, not purebloods,” again remembering the words of his father.
“No it’s not! It’s not,” he yelled out and thrashed his arms around the empty Headmaster’s office.
Draco opened his swollen silver eyes and noticed the headmaster had appeared, looking gravely concerned. As Draco swiftly tried to regain composure and control, he stood up, then pushed Snape into his green leather chair. Pulling off his tie, Draco blindfolded Snape, then released the ex-potions master’s cock from under his trousers and robes. Draco savored every lick, every movement, and every drop the Headmaster produced. Upon licking up the very last drop, Draco grabbed his makeshift blindfold, then ran out of the office, to his own personal chambers.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
February 12
Why. Why do I continue to go to Snape! Why must I suck every ounce of him when I feel like shit. Like his magic wad is somehow going to heal me. Fuck! I’m not 14 anymore. I’m a Professor at Hogwarts! Bloody Hell!
That Kiss. That glorious kiss.
Potter. I have feelings for Potter. Fucking shit!
Knowing that he would be meeting with Harry the following day for their “Grief Counseling”, Draco tore the page out, pointed his want at the parchment, and set the entry on fire.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N - Thank you again Danine and thrnbrooke for motivating me and providing the encouragement I needed today. My day kind of sucked, but it was so nice to be able to escape into this little world ... where I can control things (I don't have control issues like Draco lol)