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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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7
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3,909
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26
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Showered in Illusions
I'm back! *le Gasp* Everyone thank omnni for kicking me back into gear with a new review. I'm gonna try to be a bit more constant with updates. I've even started writing Ch. 8 already. Yay! Anywho, enough rambling. Enjoy!!
“Your promises
They look like lies
Your honesty’s
Like a back that hides a knife
I promise you
I promise you
I am finally free”
Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars
Chapter 6
Showered in Illusions
Draco opened his eyes to find out what the heavy weight on his chest was. Ivan squawked and flew off him and out the window. The pale teen sat up, feeling a dull ache in his right shoulder. He looked down and saw blood soaking through his shirt.
Lifting the shirt, he gingerly inspected the wound. Stupid fucking parrot, he growled. He got up and grimaced at the wet feeling in his pants. Fuck! He headed for the bathroom, the thought of a nice shower sounding exquisite. Was it all just a dream? *That wasn’t a dream, that was a fucking fantasy!* Draco carefully peeled off his shirt and examined the bite in the mirror.
“No wonder that dream felt so real,” he muttered to himself. He looked at his reflection; all of his attention shifted to his left eye, and he studied his face more closely. There on the left side of the iris was a small portion of emerald green. Draco stared in disbelief. He turned on the water and began to scrub at his face and eyes. I must be seeing things, he thought, drying off his face with the soft hand towel that hung next to the sink.
He looked in the mirror once more and, to his relief, the spot of green was gone. He sighed heavily and shed the rest of his clothes before getting into the shower. The hot water felt heavenly. It streamed down his body like a thousand caressing snakes and relaxed his muscles. He closed his eyes, loving the way the heat melted away his troubles.
In place of the darkness that was usually present when he closed his eyes, Draco found himself staring into the smug green eyes of Harry Potter.
“Just let go.”
Draco’s eyes shot open and he turned to left and right, searching the empty shower stall for the owner of the voice. He placed his hand over his ear, rubbing the flesh there. I could’ve sworn he was just here behind me. *You’re probably just still horny from your dream. I know I am.* He ignored the voice yet again. It was so real. I even felt his breath against my ear. He turned around and washed himself, starting with his hair and working his way down.
Seven minutes and much scrubbing later, he turned the water off and Draco stood in the shower for a few moments. He could still see those dark green eyes. Still hear the deep voice whispering in his ear. Still feel the touches that clung to his skin like diamond drops of dew to a spider web. A shiver wriggled its way down his spine as he thought about the dark-haired teen.
He opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel. He pressed the soft fabric to his face and held it for a second. You’re losing it, Draco. *Losing? If I recall correctly, you’ve already lost it—to dear Viktor.* Draco clenched his teeth. That’s not what I meant and you know it, Draco growled at the voice, absolutely hating when the voice decided to make its presence known (which just happened to be all the time).
Well, what’d you think?? Please review and get a slice of pie!! (Not really, I'm too poor to buy pie for anyone!) Yay!!! ^-^
“Your promises
They look like lies
Your honesty’s
Like a back that hides a knife
I promise you
I promise you
I am finally free”
Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars
Chapter 6
Showered in Illusions
Draco opened his eyes to find out what the heavy weight on his chest was. Ivan squawked and flew off him and out the window. The pale teen sat up, feeling a dull ache in his right shoulder. He looked down and saw blood soaking through his shirt.
Lifting the shirt, he gingerly inspected the wound. Stupid fucking parrot, he growled. He got up and grimaced at the wet feeling in his pants. Fuck! He headed for the bathroom, the thought of a nice shower sounding exquisite. Was it all just a dream? *That wasn’t a dream, that was a fucking fantasy!* Draco carefully peeled off his shirt and examined the bite in the mirror.
“No wonder that dream felt so real,” he muttered to himself. He looked at his reflection; all of his attention shifted to his left eye, and he studied his face more closely. There on the left side of the iris was a small portion of emerald green. Draco stared in disbelief. He turned on the water and began to scrub at his face and eyes. I must be seeing things, he thought, drying off his face with the soft hand towel that hung next to the sink.
He looked in the mirror once more and, to his relief, the spot of green was gone. He sighed heavily and shed the rest of his clothes before getting into the shower. The hot water felt heavenly. It streamed down his body like a thousand caressing snakes and relaxed his muscles. He closed his eyes, loving the way the heat melted away his troubles.
In place of the darkness that was usually present when he closed his eyes, Draco found himself staring into the smug green eyes of Harry Potter.
“Just let go.”
Draco’s eyes shot open and he turned to left and right, searching the empty shower stall for the owner of the voice. He placed his hand over his ear, rubbing the flesh there. I could’ve sworn he was just here behind me. *You’re probably just still horny from your dream. I know I am.* He ignored the voice yet again. It was so real. I even felt his breath against my ear. He turned around and washed himself, starting with his hair and working his way down.
Seven minutes and much scrubbing later, he turned the water off and Draco stood in the shower for a few moments. He could still see those dark green eyes. Still hear the deep voice whispering in his ear. Still feel the touches that clung to his skin like diamond drops of dew to a spider web. A shiver wriggled its way down his spine as he thought about the dark-haired teen.
He opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel. He pressed the soft fabric to his face and held it for a second. You’re losing it, Draco. *Losing? If I recall correctly, you’ve already lost it—to dear Viktor.* Draco clenched his teeth. That’s not what I meant and you know it, Draco growled at the voice, absolutely hating when the voice decided to make its presence known (which just happened to be all the time).
Well, what’d you think?? Please review and get a slice of pie!! (Not really, I'm too poor to buy pie for anyone!) Yay!!! ^-^