"Chasing Cars"

Author's note--The first dialogue "//" is Harry talking from the first chapter towards the last part of the song, and then the scene is written in Harry's point of view.

The second dialogue "//" is Draco's response, when he finally says "I love you" to Harry. Then after this scene, each ending should be able to pick up from where they are.

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"Chasing Cars" (by Snow Patrol)

// Make love to me. Right here, right now. You gave me your virginity, and now I want to give you mine. I don’t know why I didn’t before, but I want you to know that I love you, now and forever, and no matter what happens, that won’t change. And if you love me, make love to me.
// I…I do, Harry. I love you. Merlin, I love you more than I can say, and I’ll never stop loving you!

I can tell that you are absolutely sincere. I’ve gotten better at reading you, you know. I used to look at you and wonder what the hell you were thinking, especially since most of the time you walked around with that infuriating and unbecoming sneer on your face. Now I know it was all an act. You were trying to be someone that your father wanted you to be, but I know you better now. Your face might not show the emotion, but I know to look for the little signs about whether you’re content or upset. Like I said, I can read you now, and I know that you are being genuine.

Not only that, but you finally said it! I’ve been telling you that I love you for I don’t know how long now, but this was the first time that you’ve been able to say it back! Deep in my heart of hearts, I know it’s because you think you’re about to die…but I cannot even contemplate that realm of horrors. You will not die while there is still breath left in my body, if I can help it. But enough about that…I’ve just challenged you to prove your love to me.

We both know that it has to be quick. It’s not fair that we can’t have all the time in the world, but then again, when has my life ever been fair? I was just starting to think that maybe fate was trying to apologize by giving you to me…and here we are, arguing about what to do! You don’t want to leave because you’re afraid for your father’s life. And after that bastard whipped the hell out of you for NOT wanting to be a murderer! It frustrates me to no end that you’re worried about him, but I guess that’s one more thing we’d have in common. Apparently my father was somewhat of a bastard as well—not to me, of course, but back at Hogwarts and especially to Snape—but I’d still do everything in my power to keep him from getting killed.

You’re lying on your back in the garden. I found you, bleeding, and brought you out here, per your request. I made you lay on your stomach while I healed you, while we argued a little about who I am and what my destiny should be: Savior of the world or your lover. I pick your lover. You pick the world. Which is why we argued.

On the bright side, I stopped the bleeding and closed over enough of the whip wounds so that it (hopefully) won’t scar. But you’re no longer in danger of bleeding to death or anything like that. You carefully roll over onto your back, and I immediately kneel over you, ready to chastise you for moving so soon. Then you make that comment about my eyes, and for a second, there is no fear, no pressure, no war, no destiny. It’s just you and me, and our own little world of silver and green. Ironically (and I’m sure you would have planned it this way) our eyes are the same color as Slytherin, the house I was supposed to be in. You never did like gold and red, but you stopped complaining the day I charmed all of the decorations to be those colors…just to bother you. Lucky for you, I actually LIKE green and silver together.

Then you remind me that we don’t have much, if any, time, and you tell me to leave. As if! But then you refuse to come with me…which I hate. And that begins another argument about your father and ends with me challenging you to prove that you love me. I didn’t expect you to say it, so that was a nice surprise. You raise up on your elbows, and I can see the grimace as you try to hide it. Oh yeah, your back.

Gently, I push your shoulders to make you lie down again. I straddle you to keep you from trying to move, and you reach for my head, twining your fingers into the back of my hair as you pull my head down for a passion-filled snog. God, I can feel how much you love me through your lips! Immediately I press myself down along your body, chest to chest, hip to hip, still cognizant of not crushing you. After enduring what your father put you through, I don’t know how in the world you managed to get it up, but I can feel both of our groins filling out as I gently rock, still joined with you at the lip.

I hate the fact that I need to breathe gets in the way of our snogging. We’re both panting, though, when I finally surface, but I take advantage of our momentary separation to open my own robes and shuck them off, drawing my shirt over my head. I try not to think about the reason you didn’t have a shirt on to begin with. I slide down your legs until I’m kneeling over your knees, allowing my hands to trail from your collarbone down your chest and stomach to the waistband of your trousers. You’re watching me, and your head is tilted to the side just a little. Your white-blonde bangs are feathered and slightly away from your forehead as I admire the view looking up your body. Your cheekbones are hollow, but in a seductive, sophisticated kind of way. The pink in your tongue as it darts out to wet your lips distracts me from the pointiness of your features, but it is just one more thing that makes you beautiful.

“Harry,” you whimper my name, and I realize that while I’ve been lost in my own thoughts, my hands thoughtfully continued to stroke your hardness, hand over hand, until you reminded me of how desperately we both need the contact. I undo your belt, the button, and the zip of your pants, letting my fingers creep under the waistband of your underwear while I ghost them (and my fingernails) around your belly to your hips, smiling when you shiver in anticipation.

Reverently, I extract your anatomy from its confines, tugging them almost gracelessly until your pants and underwear are around your ankles and you alternate in kicking them off. You flush bodily as I shamelessly ogle the creamy, flawless skin that is your birthright as a Malfoy. I lean over, giving you a roguish wink as my lips close around the ridge that separates the head of your penis from the shaft. You might be deliciously hard, but you taste velvety-soft. And taste I do.

First my tongue laves all around the flesh in my mouth, including the very tip, and then I open my mouth wider to take more in until eventually I have buried my nose into your sparse pubic hair for the first time. You are so responsive, and I can’t decide if I prefer the open-mouthed panting or the way you moan as you can’t hold your head up to watch anymore. I can also tell where you’re a bit ticklish, since your whole body twitches when my hands brush against a sensitive area.

Only when I have properly coated your reddened flesh with my saliva do I pull away, not able to keep from grinning like a Chestershire cat. You whine in the back of your throat, but you are not able to protest for long because I rock back on my haunches, stand, shimmy out of my own pants, and am straddling your hips again in a matter of seconds, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Your hands are running over my flexing back as one of my hands rests against your cheek and the other meanders through the blonde strands of your hair. I pull back a quarter inch, with our noses still brushing, and I reach back to take hold of your wrist. I never take my eyes off of yours as my tongue flicks out to the pad of your finger.

You groan, but you seem to know what I want because your finger is being fellated, and you don’t mind in the least. I repeat that little move with all of your fingers, making sure to leave them shiny and wet. Then I move your hand to my arse and whisper, “Prepare me, lover.”

I know that this angle is going to be a bit more awkward than the missionary position you chose. That’s okay, though, because I won’t have you up and moving around much anyway because of your back. You and I aren’t hampered by something as asinine as an imperfect positioning of our bodies, and you make that clear as you part my arse cheeks and wiggle a finger into an untouched place. I throw my head back, gasping and arching my back as I try not to move too much; it burns without proper lubrication.

I told you that I wanted you to prove your love, but I didn’t realize that that meant I had to allow myself to adjust to your proof. Your finger up my bum felt odd but not unpleasant. I think you could tell from my expression, especially since you’re rather good at reading me. Your hand stills, just allowing me to experience, but you reach up over your head, just able to touch the nearest lily on the bush, and you pick it.

Your wand is lying on the grass next to you, and you put the flower on your lower abdomen, right near my cock, pick up the wand, and aim it. I watch, confused, until the lily melts into a small puddle of lotion-like substance. I smile, resisting the impulse to throw my head back and laugh, because you just Transfigured floral lubricant. (I also try not to think about the implications of the lily and my mother, because after all, I love my mother dearly, but I don’t particularly want to think of her while I’m in this position.)

You scoop some into your free hand, smiling at the impressed look on my face as you transfer it to the hand that’s in my bum, and you pull out for a brief second before pushing two fingers in, well-lubricated. It’s slightly more unpleasant, but again, I find myself still aroused and rocking slightly. At first, my movements are minute as I bear down on your fingers and then pull away slightly, but then you start plunging them in and out of me, going deeper every time. You make me writhe and moan above you, and I’m sorry that a couple of sweat droplets from my brow land on your exposed neck as I half-sit up, grinding back against your hand with the assertion that it’s time for more.

I can feel your movements behind me as you prepare your erection, and then your dry hand guides my hips back until I can feel the blunt head pressing against the center of my virgin rosebud.

“This changes nothing,” I remind you as I reach back to pull my buttock apart. You are gripping the base of your cock, waiting, but your brow furrows in confusion. I don’t give you time to ask for clarification before I thrust myself backwards to be impaled by you. It burns so good all the way in, and my bum is at rest on your hips in a heartbeat. Your eyes roll back in your head because now you know how I felt that first time; being inside someone so intimately is an emotional connection that shows blatant trust.

“I love you now more than ever,” I say, leaning down to softly kiss your lips as I begin to roll my hips, feeling you pulse and flex inside of me. I sit up, splaying one tanned hand in the center of your pale chest as I grind, popping up every so often just to feel you enter me again.

You gasp, and that is response enough for me as your cool hands idly sweep up my straining thighs. I can feel a difference in this position, and suddenly I know why you twitched while I was stroking inside you. There is a small bundle of nerves that give me a jolt of desire, and I bounce just right so that you are making love to me while my release starts to build inside of me.

I speed up, looking down at you as you stare back up at me slack-jawed with pleasure. Now there’s a face I want to see for the rest of my life, and if that’s not motivation to triumph over evil, then nothing is. I can count the thrusts until the tingling will reach my genitals, but then your hands close over my erection and up the ante.

“Oh, yes, Draco, yes, gods, I love you so much,” I cry out, moving myself around you so fast that I can’t tell if your hips are rising and falling. The lily-smelling lubrication assists your wank, and I am no match for it. Having you inside me, watching your beautiful face flush in openness and trust, eager to prove your love for me, who can blame me that I explode in your hands, pulsing onto your chest.

“Harry,” you chant, grabbing my hips and maintaining my pace until you push down hard with a near-howl. I go still, hoping to feel the jetting of your loins against my inside, but all I can feel is the throbbing of your pulse from the vein in your dick. You are breathing quite hard, my lover, but then again, I don’t blame you.

A small chuckle escapes my lips as I lean forward to brush them over your sweaty forehead. You’re panting as well, still glassy-eyed from climax, and all I want to do is map out exactly how your face looks.

The small voice in my head is reminding me that time can no longer afford to slow or stop. Reluctantly I draw off of you, and the slightly wet ‘pop’ sound as you slip from me is audible. I reach for our clothes, separating them, but I continue to watch you with a half-smile while I dress. After you lift your hips to pull your pants back on and sit up, I can tell that your back is still hurting you to move. No one is coming…yet…but we both know it must be any second now. I steal another moment, sitting beside you, chest turned towards you, and I raise my palm to your cheek again. You close your eyes for a brief moment while you nuzzle; we both need this memory.

The time is now. My choice must be made. I love you, and no matter what happens, that won’t change. It is time to step into my destiny.

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Author's note--Alright, so I was in a rather weird mood tonight, and while it didn't allow me to work on any of my OTHER stories, I came back to this chapter that I had started and never quite finished. And for whatever reason, "weird" produced "sweet, innocent, first-time" sex between our boys. Go figure, but I hope you enjoyed!

And yes, thrnbrooke, here is Chapter 6! *wink* I think this about rounds out the entire songfic story, so a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has already reviewed...I hope you enjoy this last little bit!