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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,547
Reviews:
51
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Currently Reading:
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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 9
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Evil Dumbledore………………………Good Dumbledore
A/N I AM EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU GUY!! I DID NOT GET THE REVIEWS I ASKED FOR! THE ONLY REASON THIS IS UP AT ALL IS BECAUSE I NEED VOTES (and i still love you, mommy and daddy are just mad)SO NYAHHH!!
Chapter 9
Harry and Draco walked out of the classroom, and into the empty hallways, holding hands. Draco stopped short, “Do you want to go back to my room?” he asked, sounding slightly hopeful. “Sure.” Harry said, smiling at Draco, a hint of sadness peeking through, which Draco brushed it aside as leftover angst dust.
A smile broke out on Draco’s face and he started to run, dragging Harry along behind him. Harry gripped the hand tight, laughing, “Slow down Dray!” Draco stopped dead still as soon as he rounded the hall corner, causing Harry to bump into him, “Dray, babe, what’s wron-” Harry froze as he saw who Draco saw, quickly ducking behind him to hide from the looming Potions Master.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Snape’s cold voice asked in a condescending tone. Harry shivered as the words trickled ice down his spine. Draco felt it squeezed the hand in his grip, trying to comfort Harry, who gripped back gratefully. Finally Draco spoke up, “Good evening Sir, we were just on our way to the dungeons…” Snape sneered at him, “Oh, I know where you’re going, Mr. Malfoy.”
Snape then looked over Draco’s shoulder to Harry, glaring, who whimpered softly, squeezing Draco’s hand painfully, causing the other to wince slightly.
Draco stood up straighter, moving more directly in front of Harry to block the Professor’s view. “Excuse us, Sir.” Draco said, glaring, before moving to walk around Snape, dragging Harry behind him.
They were about halfway down the hallway when they heard Snape say to Harry, “I’d like to talk to you later in my office, Mr. Potter… If you’re not too busy, that is?” Harry stuttered back an answer, “Y-Yes Sir!” And the two boys headed back to Draco’s room.
The two boys were once again in Draco’s private room, both feeling extremely awkward. Harry, who was currently leaning against the bed post, tried not to watch Draco change, and kept his eyes on the floor directly in front of him. A voice spoke up, “You can you know…” it was Draco and he was currently bending over to slip off his boxers, getting a clean pair.
“What?” Harry asked, his eyes snapped up, him wishing they didn’t as they got glued to Draco’s ass, who had gotten a new pair, and was slipping them on, slowly. Harry’s mouth got dry, his pants seeming to shrink. Draco stood up straight and walked over to him, “You can watch me… and touch me, or do whatever you want to me… we are alone.” He said, even winking suggestively.
When he reached Harry, he slid his hands inside smaller teen’s shirt, moving them slowly up the Quidditch toned chest, the sentence drifting off. Harry took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest, making Draco frown, “Now what’s wrong?” Draco asked, a little too harshly, causing Harry to flinch.
“Nothing, I just… don’t want to get too used to this.” Harry said. Now Draco was confused, “Get used to what?” Harry motioned between the two of them, “You… Us… This… The closeness.” Draco tried to read Harry’s expression, but it was a blank mask, the usually expressive face was closed off, “Why not…?” he asked, once again reaching for Harry, getting more aggravated as he flinch away again.
“Because it won’t last.” Harry’s voice came out monotone. Draco looked at Harry is shock before the words sank in, then his expression slowly changed into a look of utter desolation, “Y-you want… this to end?” Draco asked, his voice sounding weak, the pain in his eyes tearing Harry apart, but he kept silent, taking a deep breath, uttering a sorrowful, “Yes.”
‘NOO!’ Harry’s inner voice screamed, bashing against its cage. Harry tuned it out, blocking it out with the memory of Draco the previous night, saying that they couldn’t date. ‘Why would he change his mind now?” Harry thought, ‘I want a relationship, not some 2 month fling that would end up breaking my heart.’
Harry watched as Draco’s eyes hardened over, “Couldn’t you have told me that before I let you mark me?!?” Harry shrugged, “It’ll fade…” He could practically see the steam pore from Draco’s ears. “That’s beside the point.” Draco said, taking a couple of deep breaths, glaring at Harry. A couple of things on Harry’s desk started to rattle.
Harry was starting to regret not waiting till tomorrow, today had been taxing enough. Then suddenly everything in the room dropped/froze, Draco’s eyes becoming as dull and cold as slates of cement, “Get out…. Just GET THE FUCK OUT!!”
Harry stared at Draco with wide unbelieving eyes before he nodded slowly, and walked over to the door, opening it quietly and leaving, shutting it softly behind him, ignoring the curious looks and glares from the people who overheard the yelling, only a few smart enough to guess the cause.
Inside the room, Draco had collapsed onto the floor, pressing his hands tight to his eyes, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that refused to be ignored and continued to drip down his face. Draco eventually let them come, curling up into a ball on the floor, reaching out to grab the shirt Harry had accidentally left behind, pressing it to his face, letting it soak up the tears, and letting out I giant wail.
Outside the room the fellow Slytherin members looked up at the sound, watching in amazement as the door to Draco’s room slowly faded into the wall, the rare sign of the castles freewill, as it tried to protect its students from any more pain. No one knew when the door would reappear, if ever, as the last occurrence of this happening was almost 100 years ago.
A/N sniff sniff are you crying yet? I know! I’m a horrible person! It might not make sense yet, but don’t worry, it will! Don’t forget to review in your vote!!
VOTE NOW!!!
Evil Dumbledore………………………Good Dumbledore
At the end of 10 days polls will end, all votes will be void!!
(On November 3rd, 2007)
Evil Dumbledore………………………Good Dumbledore
A/N I AM EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU GUY!! I DID NOT GET THE REVIEWS I ASKED FOR! THE ONLY REASON THIS IS UP AT ALL IS BECAUSE I NEED VOTES (and i still love you, mommy and daddy are just mad)SO NYAHHH!!
Chapter 9
Harry and Draco walked out of the classroom, and into the empty hallways, holding hands. Draco stopped short, “Do you want to go back to my room?” he asked, sounding slightly hopeful. “Sure.” Harry said, smiling at Draco, a hint of sadness peeking through, which Draco brushed it aside as leftover angst dust.
A smile broke out on Draco’s face and he started to run, dragging Harry along behind him. Harry gripped the hand tight, laughing, “Slow down Dray!” Draco stopped dead still as soon as he rounded the hall corner, causing Harry to bump into him, “Dray, babe, what’s wron-” Harry froze as he saw who Draco saw, quickly ducking behind him to hide from the looming Potions Master.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Snape’s cold voice asked in a condescending tone. Harry shivered as the words trickled ice down his spine. Draco felt it squeezed the hand in his grip, trying to comfort Harry, who gripped back gratefully. Finally Draco spoke up, “Good evening Sir, we were just on our way to the dungeons…” Snape sneered at him, “Oh, I know where you’re going, Mr. Malfoy.”
Snape then looked over Draco’s shoulder to Harry, glaring, who whimpered softly, squeezing Draco’s hand painfully, causing the other to wince slightly.
Draco stood up straighter, moving more directly in front of Harry to block the Professor’s view. “Excuse us, Sir.” Draco said, glaring, before moving to walk around Snape, dragging Harry behind him.
They were about halfway down the hallway when they heard Snape say to Harry, “I’d like to talk to you later in my office, Mr. Potter… If you’re not too busy, that is?” Harry stuttered back an answer, “Y-Yes Sir!” And the two boys headed back to Draco’s room.
The two boys were once again in Draco’s private room, both feeling extremely awkward. Harry, who was currently leaning against the bed post, tried not to watch Draco change, and kept his eyes on the floor directly in front of him. A voice spoke up, “You can you know…” it was Draco and he was currently bending over to slip off his boxers, getting a clean pair.
“What?” Harry asked, his eyes snapped up, him wishing they didn’t as they got glued to Draco’s ass, who had gotten a new pair, and was slipping them on, slowly. Harry’s mouth got dry, his pants seeming to shrink. Draco stood up straight and walked over to him, “You can watch me… and touch me, or do whatever you want to me… we are alone.” He said, even winking suggestively.
When he reached Harry, he slid his hands inside smaller teen’s shirt, moving them slowly up the Quidditch toned chest, the sentence drifting off. Harry took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest, making Draco frown, “Now what’s wrong?” Draco asked, a little too harshly, causing Harry to flinch.
“Nothing, I just… don’t want to get too used to this.” Harry said. Now Draco was confused, “Get used to what?” Harry motioned between the two of them, “You… Us… This… The closeness.” Draco tried to read Harry’s expression, but it was a blank mask, the usually expressive face was closed off, “Why not…?” he asked, once again reaching for Harry, getting more aggravated as he flinch away again.
“Because it won’t last.” Harry’s voice came out monotone. Draco looked at Harry is shock before the words sank in, then his expression slowly changed into a look of utter desolation, “Y-you want… this to end?” Draco asked, his voice sounding weak, the pain in his eyes tearing Harry apart, but he kept silent, taking a deep breath, uttering a sorrowful, “Yes.”
‘NOO!’ Harry’s inner voice screamed, bashing against its cage. Harry tuned it out, blocking it out with the memory of Draco the previous night, saying that they couldn’t date. ‘Why would he change his mind now?” Harry thought, ‘I want a relationship, not some 2 month fling that would end up breaking my heart.’
Harry watched as Draco’s eyes hardened over, “Couldn’t you have told me that before I let you mark me?!?” Harry shrugged, “It’ll fade…” He could practically see the steam pore from Draco’s ears. “That’s beside the point.” Draco said, taking a couple of deep breaths, glaring at Harry. A couple of things on Harry’s desk started to rattle.
Harry was starting to regret not waiting till tomorrow, today had been taxing enough. Then suddenly everything in the room dropped/froze, Draco’s eyes becoming as dull and cold as slates of cement, “Get out…. Just GET THE FUCK OUT!!”
Harry stared at Draco with wide unbelieving eyes before he nodded slowly, and walked over to the door, opening it quietly and leaving, shutting it softly behind him, ignoring the curious looks and glares from the people who overheard the yelling, only a few smart enough to guess the cause.
Inside the room, Draco had collapsed onto the floor, pressing his hands tight to his eyes, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that refused to be ignored and continued to drip down his face. Draco eventually let them come, curling up into a ball on the floor, reaching out to grab the shirt Harry had accidentally left behind, pressing it to his face, letting it soak up the tears, and letting out I giant wail.
Outside the room the fellow Slytherin members looked up at the sound, watching in amazement as the door to Draco’s room slowly faded into the wall, the rare sign of the castles freewill, as it tried to protect its students from any more pain. No one knew when the door would reappear, if ever, as the last occurrence of this happening was almost 100 years ago.
A/N sniff sniff are you crying yet? I know! I’m a horrible person! It might not make sense yet, but don’t worry, it will! Don’t forget to review in your vote!!
VOTE NOW!!!
Evil Dumbledore………………………Good Dumbledore
At the end of 10 days polls will end, all votes will be void!!
(On November 3rd, 2007)