Feelings and Trust
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
9,841
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Behind closed doors
I totally let this fic die, when I couldn\'t read my favorite fanfics... Yeah, I know. Not very stong am I? lol
But I\'m trying to start this fic up again, so please r&r so I get my act toghether.
enjoy.
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A sight to behold. A dream come true. There where many things Draco could think of calling the picture perfect sight, of Harry Potter lying sleeping on his bed. Unfortunately, the fact that the intense, emerald eyes would not open for him, or his soft lips would not moan in response for him, took all the joy out of it and replaced it with longing.
The blond longed to hear his lovers dark voice say... well, at this point, just about anything.
He longed to feel the other mans hands tracing patterns on his back or play with his hair.
Longing for response for his cutting remarks.
Longing, longing, longing. He hated this longing and hoped it would soon stop, or else it would destroy him. It was never a good thing to feel to much for something in the presence of Death Eaters. It was a sure way to get killed or used and both where unacceptable, under any circumstances.
These feelings he harboured, for the raven haired man on his bed where dangerous. He would have to make sure they never got out of hand.
Bringing up his wand. He transfigured his sofa into a beautiful rococo closet. If Harry had to lie in a damn closet, at least it would be a nice one.
Opening the double doors, Draco inspected the inside of the closet. It was unusually deep and big enough that two people could comfortably sit in it. There was a thick mattress covered by Egyptian cotton inside, making the closet look a bit like a bed.
Gathering Harry in his arms, Draco moved him carefully from the bed and into the closet. Climbing in just after him.
“I hope this works”
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But I\'m trying to start this fic up again, so please r&r so I get my act toghether.
enjoy.
~~~***~~~~
A sight to behold. A dream come true. There where many things Draco could think of calling the picture perfect sight, of Harry Potter lying sleeping on his bed. Unfortunately, the fact that the intense, emerald eyes would not open for him, or his soft lips would not moan in response for him, took all the joy out of it and replaced it with longing.
The blond longed to hear his lovers dark voice say... well, at this point, just about anything.
He longed to feel the other mans hands tracing patterns on his back or play with his hair.
Longing for response for his cutting remarks.
Longing, longing, longing. He hated this longing and hoped it would soon stop, or else it would destroy him. It was never a good thing to feel to much for something in the presence of Death Eaters. It was a sure way to get killed or used and both where unacceptable, under any circumstances.
These feelings he harboured, for the raven haired man on his bed where dangerous. He would have to make sure they never got out of hand.
Bringing up his wand. He transfigured his sofa into a beautiful rococo closet. If Harry had to lie in a damn closet, at least it would be a nice one.
Opening the double doors, Draco inspected the inside of the closet. It was unusually deep and big enough that two people could comfortably sit in it. There was a thick mattress covered by Egyptian cotton inside, making the closet look a bit like a bed.
Gathering Harry in his arms, Draco moved him carefully from the bed and into the closet. Climbing in just after him.
“I hope this works”
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