I Never Thought
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,190
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
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I Never Thought
*~*Disclaimer: Characters are not mine (if they were- the books sure wouldn't be for children)
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*Song-fic: Wicked Games: either performed by Chris Isaak or HIM, it's still a great song
I Never Thought
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
Everything around me was being destroyed. One by one the fighters were falling. Everyone knew that this was the last battle as both sides had finally decided to risk everything. Voldemort thought it was time to sacrifice his full army of Deatheaters and despicables. The light side? They thought it was time to sacrifice you. You looked so beautiful out there, despite blood and tears. In fact, it only made you appear more human. Beautiful to me, but a sad sight to everyone else- standing alone with tears on your cheeks. They wanted an angel, a hero- something you could never be. Perhaps, though, just once more you could be their courage.
Even as you stood there, shaking like a leaf, your silhouette was the incentive to fight on. How could you stand living knowing that your task in life was impossible? One person could not save the world, yet you were made too. Dumbledore was right, though: if you weren’t ready now, you never would be. God knew (if indeed he still existed) that you weren’t ready. That’s what made you so awe inspiring. A martyr, you approached certain death. Voldemort was ready. He always was. His wand was poised for the kill.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
Time moved so quickly. Call me a fool, but I would rather die than admit I love you. Unluckily for me, that feeling got tested. I don’t know how, but I know why I apparated in front of you. It’s because I, Draco, would do anything for you. My feelings go beyond hate, beyond desire, beyond love, and into obsession.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
You were so different than me, or so I thought. You chose to be the good one, abiding with everything you were told by Dumbledore, the old fool. You were Gryffindor, I was Slytherin. You were truly loved, I was hated. You were everything I was not, I was jealous.
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you
It wasn’t until our seventh year that I learned we were similar. I ended up choosing to be the good one, tired of abiding with everything my father told me. I was Slytherin, yet you could be too. I was still hated, but by so many more people, now that I had changed sides.
No, I don't want to fall in love with you
I never realized I was gay until I discovered I didn’t want to be you. I wanted to be with you. Everyday, thoughts of you would plague me: anger, fear, lust, pain, happiness, want. I craved you. No, I didn’t want to fall in love with you. After all, you were destined to die.
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way
Jumping in front of a spell meant only to kill was the best way I could help you. It was the only way I could show my feelings for you. It turned out alright in the end. Once again, love was to be the world’s hero, not you. You prepared yourself to fight Voldemort, prepared yourself to die, but you didn’t prepare yourself for love. Your greatest weapon was the one you didn’t know you had. It wasn’t the end, for either of us.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
I never knew love could be shameful. You managed to make me feel yet again. You knew I was in love. After the final battle, there was no way I could hide it. You not knowing of my love was my last defense. It was how I coped with not having you while you were trained to be a sacrifice. I hunger for you so much, but it’s astounding how pride can sometimes rival love. I tried to avoid you at all costs.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
It’s the things in life we don’t expect that are our downfall. Voldemort discovered that, now it was my turn. It started with a simple walk back from the lavatory. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, as once again, I was thinking of you. Suddenly, you were there, blocking my path. I froze, finally caught with no excuse to escape. I knew you wouldn’t laugh. Unlike me, you could never be cruel. I didn’t want your pity, for it would mean I really was beneath you. Your eyes were luminous in the dim corridor. My first time being face to face with you in a week, I could barely stutter out “Abo-about what happened, it would just be better if you never mention…”
Your reddened lips started to move, cutting off my speech. Your next words stopped my heart: “I know what you want, but it’s never going to happen.”
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
“Wha.. What?” I croaked out. It was the only thing I could do as my mind was going through an agonizing death.
“You want me to ignore the fact that you risked your entire life. The only reason you and I aren’t worm food right now is because… well… you love me, don’t you?”
His question only met with my silence. He seemed tired of waiting for an answer, though. Stepping forward, he lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek. My eyes snapped to his. I was born again in the brilliant green depths. My lips opened to inhale a noisy breath of air. Softly, tenderly, his thumb caressed my cheek and trailed down towards my lip. My eyes closed and an involuntary moan escaped. He must have seen this as a sign as next I knew, harsh wire was poking at my face. Startled, I jumped. Sheepishly, he grinned and took off his glasses. Gracefully, he wrapped his arm around my waist, sweeping us into a kiss. Softly our lips touched, caressed, rubbed. I was a dying man, finding the first taste of pure life. My hands flew to his hair and were buried into its silkiness.
Harder, I pressed our lips togetheantianting contact, craving friction, desiring heat. His tongue danced sinuously between my parted lips, begging for entrance. I gladly gave him his request and yielded my body to his every whim. Slowly, firmly, and with agonizing thoroughness, he explored all of my hidden crevices. His hands were doing a sensuous massage on my bottom, allowing our erections to touch and rub together through our robes. His lips trailed small, moist kisses along my jaw, down to my neck, where he began a gentle sucking motion. A slight nip caused me to jump, allowing our erections to stroke forcefully together. A loud moan escaped us both at the feeling. His hands began getting busy, kneading and pulling me closer, allowing our erections to continue thrusting against each other as his mouth began rooting around my collarbone. His lips hit a sensitive spot and the pleasure was… oh oh ah... so good.. keep… yes… yes that’s it…. Oh god. I was mindless, only wanting that next incredible peak of sensation to wash over me. A slight nip followed by a slow, lazy lick of his tongue had me cry out with a series of small whimpers and made me jerk forward. It was the final push that sent me over the edge with a loud groan. I was cumming all over my robe and Harry with short jabbing thrusts, causing him to moan and cry out in his completion.
Exhausted, we collapsed in the middle of the hallway, half supported by a wall. I couldn’t believe what we had just done in the hallway, but I was so deliriously happy, I didn’t care. I was snuggled on his lap, warm and satiated when he spoke.
“It wasn’t until a very short time ago that I realized I wasn’t going to die, that I began to think of being happy, of being loved and in-love. When you appeared in front of me, when I knew Voldemort was going to kill me, well…. I think I did die right then. I’ve cared for you, but never allowed myself to feel anything beyond that. I couldn’t because I knew it would be a wasted emotion. Hon… Honestly, I didn’t expect to survive the battle with him. For a long time, it seems I’ve just been living to die. It was like being born again when I discovered that my life hadn’t ended. The first thought, the first thing I wanted was you. I just wanted to hold you, to thank you, to cry, and then to kiss you. I’ve never felt like this before… and it is the most amazing, incredible, and brilliant thing in the world. I yearn for you. You already showed me your love, yet for some reason you avoided me. It took awhile, but I finally realized why. All I wanted to say, and for you to know, is that I love you, too.”
*Song-fic: Wicked Games: either performed by Chris Isaak or HIM, it's still a great song
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
Everything around me was being destroyed. One by one the fighters were falling. Everyone knew that this was the last battle as both sides had finally decided to risk everything. Voldemort thought it was time to sacrifice his full army of Deatheaters and despicables. The light side? They thought it was time to sacrifice you. You looked so beautiful out there, despite blood and tears. In fact, it only made you appear more human. Beautiful to me, but a sad sight to everyone else- standing alone with tears on your cheeks. They wanted an angel, a hero- something you could never be. Perhaps, though, just once more you could be their courage.
Even as you stood there, shaking like a leaf, your silhouette was the incentive to fight on. How could you stand living knowing that your task in life was impossible? One person could not save the world, yet you were made too. Dumbledore was right, though: if you weren’t ready now, you never would be. God knew (if indeed he still existed) that you weren’t ready. That’s what made you so awe inspiring. A martyr, you approached certain death. Voldemort was ready. He always was. His wand was poised for the kill.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
Time moved so quickly. Call me a fool, but I would rather die than admit I love you. Unluckily for me, that feeling got tested. I don’t know how, but I know why I apparated in front of you. It’s because I, Draco, would do anything for you. My feelings go beyond hate, beyond desire, beyond love, and into obsession.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
You were so different than me, or so I thought. You chose to be the good one, abiding with everything you were told by Dumbledore, the old fool. You were Gryffindor, I was Slytherin. You were truly loved, I was hated. You were everything I was not, I was jealous.
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you
It wasn’t until our seventh year that I learned we were similar. I ended up choosing to be the good one, tired of abiding with everything my father told me. I was Slytherin, yet you could be too. I was still hated, but by so many more people, now that I had changed sides.
No, I don't want to fall in love with you
I never realized I was gay until I discovered I didn’t want to be you. I wanted to be with you. Everyday, thoughts of you would plague me: anger, fear, lust, pain, happiness, want. I craved you. No, I didn’t want to fall in love with you. After all, you were destined to die.
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way
Jumping in front of a spell meant only to kill was the best way I could help you. It was the only way I could show my feelings for you. It turned out alright in the end. Once again, love was to be the world’s hero, not you. You prepared yourself to fight Voldemort, prepared yourself to die, but you didn’t prepare yourself for love. Your greatest weapon was the one you didn’t know you had. It wasn’t the end, for either of us.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
I never knew love could be shameful. You managed to make me feel yet again. You knew I was in love. After the final battle, there was no way I could hide it. You not knowing of my love was my last defense. It was how I coped with not having you while you were trained to be a sacrifice. I hunger for you so much, but it’s astounding how pride can sometimes rival love. I tried to avoid you at all costs.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
It’s the things in life we don’t expect that are our downfall. Voldemort discovered that, now it was my turn. It started with a simple walk back from the lavatory. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, as once again, I was thinking of you. Suddenly, you were there, blocking my path. I froze, finally caught with no excuse to escape. I knew you wouldn’t laugh. Unlike me, you could never be cruel. I didn’t want your pity, for it would mean I really was beneath you. Your eyes were luminous in the dim corridor. My first time being face to face with you in a week, I could barely stutter out “Abo-about what happened, it would just be better if you never mention…”
Your reddened lips started to move, cutting off my speech. Your next words stopped my heart: “I know what you want, but it’s never going to happen.”
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
“Wha.. What?” I croaked out. It was the only thing I could do as my mind was going through an agonizing death.
“You want me to ignore the fact that you risked your entire life. The only reason you and I aren’t worm food right now is because… well… you love me, don’t you?”
His question only met with my silence. He seemed tired of waiting for an answer, though. Stepping forward, he lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek. My eyes snapped to his. I was born again in the brilliant green depths. My lips opened to inhale a noisy breath of air. Softly, tenderly, his thumb caressed my cheek and trailed down towards my lip. My eyes closed and an involuntary moan escaped. He must have seen this as a sign as next I knew, harsh wire was poking at my face. Startled, I jumped. Sheepishly, he grinned and took off his glasses. Gracefully, he wrapped his arm around my waist, sweeping us into a kiss. Softly our lips touched, caressed, rubbed. I was a dying man, finding the first taste of pure life. My hands flew to his hair and were buried into its silkiness.
Harder, I pressed our lips togetheantianting contact, craving friction, desiring heat. His tongue danced sinuously between my parted lips, begging for entrance. I gladly gave him his request and yielded my body to his every whim. Slowly, firmly, and with agonizing thoroughness, he explored all of my hidden crevices. His hands were doing a sensuous massage on my bottom, allowing our erections to touch and rub together through our robes. His lips trailed small, moist kisses along my jaw, down to my neck, where he began a gentle sucking motion. A slight nip caused me to jump, allowing our erections to stroke forcefully together. A loud moan escaped us both at the feeling. His hands began getting busy, kneading and pulling me closer, allowing our erections to continue thrusting against each other as his mouth began rooting around my collarbone. His lips hit a sensitive spot and the pleasure was… oh oh ah... so good.. keep… yes… yes that’s it…. Oh god. I was mindless, only wanting that next incredible peak of sensation to wash over me. A slight nip followed by a slow, lazy lick of his tongue had me cry out with a series of small whimpers and made me jerk forward. It was the final push that sent me over the edge with a loud groan. I was cumming all over my robe and Harry with short jabbing thrusts, causing him to moan and cry out in his completion.
Exhausted, we collapsed in the middle of the hallway, half supported by a wall. I couldn’t believe what we had just done in the hallway, but I was so deliriously happy, I didn’t care. I was snuggled on his lap, warm and satiated when he spoke.
“It wasn’t until a very short time ago that I realized I wasn’t going to die, that I began to think of being happy, of being loved and in-love. When you appeared in front of me, when I knew Voldemort was going to kill me, well…. I think I did die right then. I’ve cared for you, but never allowed myself to feel anything beyond that. I couldn’t because I knew it would be a wasted emotion. Hon… Honestly, I didn’t expect to survive the battle with him. For a long time, it seems I’ve just been living to die. It was like being born again when I discovered that my life hadn’t ended. The first thought, the first thing I wanted was you. I just wanted to hold you, to thank you, to cry, and then to kiss you. I’ve never felt like this before… and it is the most amazing, incredible, and brilliant thing in the world. I yearn for you. You already showed me your love, yet for some reason you avoided me. It took awhile, but I finally realized why. All I wanted to say, and for you to know, is that I love you, too.”