Revelations

Revelations


DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Harry Potter except for a copy of all the books, including HBP!
A/N: This will be a two part story from the pov of Draco and Harry. I can find both songs appropriate for any type of relationship they would have. The other part will be named Control.... (probably)


Don\'t be aroused
By my confession
Unless you don\'t give a good goddamn about redemption
I know
Christ is coming
And so am I
You would too if the sexy devil caught your eye
She\'ll suck you dry


Draco leaned back on the couch and poured a liberal amount of his favorite red wine into the glass in front of him., gazing out at the people on the dance floor of his club. After the war, he had nothing to do but relax, and so he had bought a club. He could relax, and be in public to be admired. After all, his father wasn\'t going to use that fortune, he\'d been on the wrong side of an Avada Kedavra. And his mother was having tea with the dementors in Azkaban. While she hadn\'t been a Death Eater she knew enough about their activities to have been one, so lack of the Dark Mark hadn\'t saved her any. Voldemort had fallen spectacularly, taking Neville Longbottom down with him. Stupid Neville died for a plant. Luckily though Potter had kept his wits and taken out the Dark Lord before Voldemort recovered from the blow of Longbottom\'s stupidity. So what if that plant was thought to have died out 100 years before? No reasoning with (dead) gryffindors, Draco mused. Longbottom had been a herbologist to the end. Draco had managed to remain neutral through the entire war, somehow, and he was one of the few slytherins in his year to be alive, let alone walking free. Blaise Zambini had remained free, but only because he had been dating Ginny Weasley and refused to fight her family. (They had long since broken up, and now Blaise was dating.... Charlie Weasley?)
Granger and the Weasel had married about a year ago, and had a little thing on the way. Rumour had it that Granger was so hormonal that the Weasel had actually offered to carry the baby. His hair still hadn\'t grown back. And Potter had disappeared after that battle with Voldemort. He had bent down, closed Longbottom\'s eyes, cast one anguished look over the people watching and just... vanished.
Draco idly wondered what had happened to his nemesis. The boy wonder who had been the center of his existence for as long as he could remember. Adoration, Hatred, Love, Hatred, Lust. Hatred. Need. For a long time it had taken all Draco\'s energy just to breathe after Harry had disappeared. The platinum haired man snickered and finished off his bottle in one swig and signaled for another. If this was one of those corny muggle romance novels that Looney Lovegood wrote now, next he\'d be seeing- shit.


Soon you\'ll cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again
She\'ll make you weep
And moan and cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again


Spoke too soon, Draco thought dryly. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he\'d just seen the most gorgeous pair of emerald eyes and a head of sexily mussed midnight hair. Why couldn\'t he stay away from the dark hair and the green eyes? Draco stood and moved towards the dance floor and the gorgeous man who stood on the edge of the dance floor watching him approach with a mix of amusement and trepidation.


Pray - shall I go blind?
Pray - cos nobody ever survives
Praying to stay in your arms
Just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints
Devils and demons alike
She\'ll eat you alive


\"Draco.\" Harry gave him a small smile and nodded to him.
He called me by name, Draco realized, feeling a rush of... something. \"Harry. Long time no see.\"
\"Indeed.\" the two looked at each other for a moment, then Draco smiled.
\"Please, would you come sit with me? I\'d love the company and the chance to reminisce.\" He smiled at the other male and gestured to his table. Harry nodded and preceeded the platinum haired man back to the table. As they settled down with a bottle of Dom, Draco noticed Harry\'s eyes trailing over his body and hid a smirk. \'A chance for a dream to come true.\'


Jesus is risen
It\'s no surprise
Even he would
Martyr his momma
To ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building
At the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again
Then I\'m gonna lie and lie and lie
She\'ll make you cry
I\'ll sell my soul
To be back in your bosom
And gladly help
Please suck me dry


Draco looked good, and he knew it. Harry looked good, and Draco wished he didn\'t know it. Hours spent on inane conversations, light touches of Harry\'s body pressed to his on the dance floor, half-drunken pleas for more alcohol to the waiter so he could survive the ex-Gryffindor\'s obviously oblivious seduction.
Harry came back to the table and stared down at Draco, green eyes piercing the larger man. \"One more dance, Malfoy?\"
\"Are you trying to kill me finally, Potter?\" Draco grumbled. Harry laughed and held out his hand to the blonde. \"Fine.\" the blonde said with a smile, grabbing hold of the raven haired man\'s hand and letting Harry haul him to his feet. \"But only because I am sexy and want to make everyone else jealous.\"
\"Draco, I do believe you are drunk. That made no sense.\"
\"Perfect sense.\" Draco said with a smile. \"I am sexy, and everyone else will wish they could have me.\"
\"Does that mean that I DO have you, Draco?\" Harry leaned in close to Draco and breathed hot and wet in his ear.
Draco tossed him a mock glare. \"No one HAS me, Potter. I am... untouchable. I HAVE.\" He licked his lips and stared brazenly at the other man, who laughed and mockingly bowed.
\"Of course. Now dance with me, then let\'s go find somewhere to- eat.\" Draco gave him an almost confused look at the pause before the last word, but found himself accepting the glass Harry pressed into his hand and tossing it back, noting the gleam in his eyes.


And still you\'ll cry
To be back in her bosom
Do it again
Pray - shall I go blind?
Pray - cos nobody ever survives

The world was growing hazy and spinning; Draco tossed back his head as the Gryffindor slid into his arms and slid cool hands up his shirt. They burned. Their bodies pressed together, perfectly, Harry tying them together with arms thrown over Draco\'s shoulders as he rubbed against the platinum haired man. Draco could feel the pressure in the base of his spine as his arousal grew. Nervous licking of pink lips; liquid, dazed, mischevious emerald eyes gazing up at him as Harry turned and rubbed his arse against Draco\'s groin, moaning softly and arching like some forbidden offering. Draco found himself quite missing the feel of the dark haired seducer\'s arms around his neck, and lifted them to wrap around his neck, bending it to make it easier for the smaller man, even as he wrapped his arms around the other\'s waist. Round, perfect, slim, warm, rubbing again and again; Draco closed his eyes and relished the feel of the other in his arms. All to soon the music stopped and Draco reluctantly lowered his arms and released Harry. \"Thanks for the dance.\"
Harry gazed at him for a moment, then handed him another drink and took a sip of his own. \"I was offering more and you know it.\"
\"At what cost?\"


Praying to stay in your arms
Just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints
Devils and demons alike
She\'ll eat you alive


Harry gave a quirky smile. \"Your soul.\" He laughed at the look Draco gave him. \"No, I am offering one night, no strings attatched. Just lust released, and we\'ll both be set free.\"
Draco was finding it hard to think, all he could see was the dizzying green of Harry\'s eyes as he nearly stumbled to his feet and held out his hand to the Gryffindor. \"I- can\'t do that.\" he admitted, and stumbled as he stood to leave. The other smiled at him and gave Draco his arm.
\"This way, I have a car out front. I\'ll take you home. You don\'t look so well.\"
Draco reached out to finish off his drink, but it was full again; he frowned, when had he gotten a new one? Shrugging, he gulped it down, feeling the rush of heat to his belly, then letting the other lead him towards the exit. Harry was moving fast for the door, barely acknowledging the goodbyes of the few people that said goodbye to Draco, and so the platinum-haired man followed, nearly falling over. He was so dizzy now he could barely stand up; he let Harry push him into the car, before losing consciousness.


My pulse has been rising
My temples are burning
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady and heavy
I\'m ready to blow
She waits, what is she waiting for?


Draco woke find Harry leaning over him with a small smile. \"Harry? Where-\" He trailed off as he realized his arms were tied to the posts of a large bed and both were lacking any clothing. \"Potter, what the hell are you doing?\"
\"Shhhhh, calm down, Dray, I haven\'t done anything yet.\"
Draco blinked fuzziness out of his eyes and cast a look around. The entire room was done in black and silver, gorgeous room really, but the problem was that Potter had him TIED UP! \"Potter, let me go now!\"
\"Never.\" The man leaned over and opened up a drawer, pulling out a tube of liquid. \"You said no, and I can\'t have that.\" He foorced Draco\'s mouth open and poured a generous amount of the cinnamon tasting liquid into his mouth. \"Swallow it,\" Harry ordered him, then slid down his legs to take Draco\'s cock into his mouth. Draco found himself growing aroused against his will; both at the fact he recognized the potion for what it was (a very hard to find mixture of veritaserum and lust potion that forced the imbiber to act upon his sexual feelings), and at the fact that Harry was so dominant, he\'d never expected it from the quiet man. The entire world began to spin again as Harry slid a finger inside him and CURLED it just right, hitting that sweet spot that made Draco cry out and explode into his mouth. Smirking, Harry swallowed almost every pearly drop, none escaping his mouth, and kissed the Slytherin hard, forcing the remainder of Draco\'s own cum down his throat.
\"Potter, let me go.\" Draco sounded weak even to his own ears.
He was ignored, feeling a second finger slide into him, stretching, then a third, then someting blunt and hard and slick and it felt so good; and he couldn\'t help it, he didn\'t care that he was being fucked on his back like a girl, he fought to take more inside of him, forcing his muscles to unclench and accept the penetration. Harry moaned, low in his throat, muttering \"So good, so good, Dray, baby, so tight,\" and Draco tightened and rode Harry as best as he could. It was what he wanted, what he needed, even if it wasn\'t how he wanted it. He heard Harry whispering a spell in his ear, he could feel the power whispering around him, through him, and he couldn\'t take it.
They came at the same time, Draco\'s release spilling onto his chest, even as Harry soaked his insides with a warm bath of his own creamy seed. Harry took a deep breath and pulled out of the Slytherin, kissing him gently. \"We aren\'t done yet.\" Harry said sweetly, and unchained the taller man. He bent down and stroked Draco to arousal again and then pulled up and straddled his hips, dropping down onto the other with no preparation and no warning. Both gasped in quick pain and pleasure and Draco lowered his hands to Potter\'s round ass and grasped both cheeks, spreading them, and pulled Harry deeper, uncaring of the low moan of pain the other emitted. Minutes, hours, days, it seemed; nothing but the warm wet rythm of flesh slapping together and low moans of ecstasy and Harry moaning and whimpering, whining out his spell until he and Draco came again, and collapsed back against the satiny sheets and fluffy pillows of the bed.
Draco could hardly move; everything felt so right, he couldn\'t care that he had wanted something sweeter for a beginning of their relationship, he had the other boy in his arms, and in -well, not HIS bed, but A bed- and he was going to make sure it stayed that way. He drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped around his ebony-haired lover, not noticing how weak he suddenly felt, how magically drained, not seeing the cruel glow in hs lover\'s eyes, not hearing the other whisper \"Obliviate\" in his ear.


Pray - shall I go blind?
Pray - cos nobody ever survives
Praying to stay in your arms
Just until I can die a little longer


Draco leaned back on the couch and poured a liberal amount of his favorite red wine into the glass in front of him., gazing out at the people on the dance floor of his club. After the war, he had nothing to do but relax, and so he had bought a club. He could relax, and be in public to be admired. After all, his father wasn\'t going to use that fortune, he\'d been on the wrong side of an Avada Kedavra. And his mother was having tea with the dementors in Azkaban. While she hadn\'t been a Death Eater she knew enough about their activities to have been one, so lack of the Dark Mark hadn\'t saved her any. Voldemort had fallen spectacularly, taking Neville Longbottom down with him. Stupid Neville died for a plant. Luckily though Potter had kept his wits and taken out the Dark Lord before Voldemort recovered from the blow of Longbottom\'s stupidity. So what if that plant was thought to have died out 100 years before? No reasoning with (dead) gryffindors, Draco mused. Longbottom had been a herbologist to the end. Draco had managed to remain neutral through the entire war, somehow, and he was one of the few slytherins in his year to be alive, let alone walking free. Blaise Zambini had remained free, but only because he had been dating Ginny Weasley and refused to fight her family. (They had long since broken up, and now Blaise was dating.... Charlie Weasley?)
Granger and the Weasel had married about a year ago, and had a little thing on the way. Rumour had it that Granger was so hormonal that the Weasel had actually offered to carry the baby. His hair still hadn\'t grown back. And Potter had disappeared after that battle with Voldemort. He had bent down, closed Longbottom\'s eyes, cast one anguished look over the people watching and just... vanished.
Draco idly wondered what had happened to his nemesis. The boy wonder who had been the center of his existence for as long as he could remember. Adoration, Hatred, Love, Hatred, Lust. Hatred. Need. For a long time it had taken all Draco\'s energy just to breathe after Harry had disappeared. The platinum haired man snickered and finished off his bottle in one swig and signaled for another. If this was one of those corny muggle romance novels that Looney Lovegood wrote now, next he\'d be seeing- shit.


Saviors and saints
Devils and demons alike
She\'ll eat you alive


A/N: The song here is Rev 22:20 by puscifer. Excellent song, check it out NOW! *dies* I adore it. The song they dance to in the club is this one >_< Of course....

Rev 22:20 He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.