Beloved
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,646
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Beloved
Author: Serpentlady
Title: Beloved
Disclaimer: this tory is based on characters and previous plot owned by J. K. Rowlling, her publishers, etc. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. If you want to sue me anyway, all I have is $2.15... Canadian.
Warnings: suggestions of character death, male/male sex (though not severly hard core)
Author\'s Note: I do not outright tell you who He is. That is for you to decide. I did not have a partiular character in mind when I wrote this, but I would like it if you would all review, tell me how I did and tell me who you think He is.
He was waiting for him, somewhere in the castle, He was waiting for him. Miles of endless corridors and deserted classrooms stood between them, but somewhere his most secret hopes and desires waited to be fulfilled.
Harry began walking, his plain brown robes swishing and curling about his legs, serviceable leather boots on his feet. His arms swung loosely as he walked, slowly closing the distance between he and Him. The plain grey flagstones beneath his feet passed in a dull blur in the speed of his progress.
Harry passed by scenes of the most tender moments between lovers he could imagine, the sights and sounds pulling at his heart, making him ache with longing and envy. The emotions faded quickly, for he knew his beloved awaited him somewhere in the labyrinth of Hogwarts.
Voldemort was dead and celebrations were in swing. Lovers separated in the battle rejoiced at finding each other alive and well, while others cried and grieved in the dark corners, pitiful and horrifying in their loss.
Harry’s feet never paused, his faith never wavered. His beloved awaited him.
Finally he came to the door hiding his beloved. It opened on smooth hinges, revealing a sight he never thought he would see. He stood nude, waiting for him, hand outstretched. “You have waited long enough for happiness, Harry. Let me give it to you.”
Harry took his hand with perfect love and perfect trust, more than willing to give his virginity to the man before him. He was beautiful, in mind, body, and soul. A hard, war trained body, tight with muscles; a quick intelligent mind with a humorous gleam hiding in his eyes; an old soul that had seen pain and blood, but remained only slightly tarnished for the experience.
Harry took his hand, and allowed himself to be pulled into a gentle, loving kiss. A caress of lips, the gentle exhalation of breath, the lightest of butterfly touches on his mouth. Moist, sweet lips pressed down on his, claiming him softly in a most intimate manner. His tongue flicked out, tasting Harry. The young man was flavoured with power and the slightly minty aftertaste of Avada Kedavra. An intoxicating mix.
He growled low in his throat and pushed his tongue into the warm cavern. Harry’s senses were bombarded with the taste of purity and cold iron. It was strange, yet it called to him, drew him in and befuddled his mind. He was flooded with the essence of the older man in his arms, the pure reality of him moving through him and around him. He was lost.
Clothes were shed and tossed about the room, both of them wanting Harry naked as soon as possible. He was led to the bed and reverently lowered to it. Harry’s lover knew it was his first time, and was determined to make it unforgettable. His mouth trailed up and down the pale flesh spread before him, tasting Harry’s skin from earlobe to knees. He teased and tasted, feasting on the man below him. “You are mine Harry, forever and always. Just as I am yours. Together for all time love.”
He made love to his inexperienced love. He showed him the delights of the body. It was Heaven.
***
“He’s coming around! He’s alive, thank Merlin! Everybody stay back, we need to get him stabilised.” Healers rushed around everywhere, most of them attending to the brunet teenager on the bed before them. Minerva McGonagall stood to the side, tears slipping down her aged and lined face. The entire Weasly clan waited with her, and many of the school teachers and Aurors sat in the waiting room.
Harry slowly came back to himself, the image of his beloved fading. His eyes flicked open. They had found him again. They had succeeded... again. He was alive no matter how he wished otherwise. Why wouldn’t they let him go? His beloved was dead and he didn’t want to fight any more. They had let Him die, and he refused to save them. Why wouldn’t they let him be with his Beloved?
Please review!
Title: Beloved
Disclaimer: this tory is based on characters and previous plot owned by J. K. Rowlling, her publishers, etc. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. If you want to sue me anyway, all I have is $2.15... Canadian.
Warnings: suggestions of character death, male/male sex (though not severly hard core)
Author\'s Note: I do not outright tell you who He is. That is for you to decide. I did not have a partiular character in mind when I wrote this, but I would like it if you would all review, tell me how I did and tell me who you think He is.
He was waiting for him, somewhere in the castle, He was waiting for him. Miles of endless corridors and deserted classrooms stood between them, but somewhere his most secret hopes and desires waited to be fulfilled.
Harry began walking, his plain brown robes swishing and curling about his legs, serviceable leather boots on his feet. His arms swung loosely as he walked, slowly closing the distance between he and Him. The plain grey flagstones beneath his feet passed in a dull blur in the speed of his progress.
Harry passed by scenes of the most tender moments between lovers he could imagine, the sights and sounds pulling at his heart, making him ache with longing and envy. The emotions faded quickly, for he knew his beloved awaited him somewhere in the labyrinth of Hogwarts.
Voldemort was dead and celebrations were in swing. Lovers separated in the battle rejoiced at finding each other alive and well, while others cried and grieved in the dark corners, pitiful and horrifying in their loss.
Harry’s feet never paused, his faith never wavered. His beloved awaited him.
Finally he came to the door hiding his beloved. It opened on smooth hinges, revealing a sight he never thought he would see. He stood nude, waiting for him, hand outstretched. “You have waited long enough for happiness, Harry. Let me give it to you.”
Harry took his hand with perfect love and perfect trust, more than willing to give his virginity to the man before him. He was beautiful, in mind, body, and soul. A hard, war trained body, tight with muscles; a quick intelligent mind with a humorous gleam hiding in his eyes; an old soul that had seen pain and blood, but remained only slightly tarnished for the experience.
Harry took his hand, and allowed himself to be pulled into a gentle, loving kiss. A caress of lips, the gentle exhalation of breath, the lightest of butterfly touches on his mouth. Moist, sweet lips pressed down on his, claiming him softly in a most intimate manner. His tongue flicked out, tasting Harry. The young man was flavoured with power and the slightly minty aftertaste of Avada Kedavra. An intoxicating mix.
He growled low in his throat and pushed his tongue into the warm cavern. Harry’s senses were bombarded with the taste of purity and cold iron. It was strange, yet it called to him, drew him in and befuddled his mind. He was flooded with the essence of the older man in his arms, the pure reality of him moving through him and around him. He was lost.
Clothes were shed and tossed about the room, both of them wanting Harry naked as soon as possible. He was led to the bed and reverently lowered to it. Harry’s lover knew it was his first time, and was determined to make it unforgettable. His mouth trailed up and down the pale flesh spread before him, tasting Harry’s skin from earlobe to knees. He teased and tasted, feasting on the man below him. “You are mine Harry, forever and always. Just as I am yours. Together for all time love.”
He made love to his inexperienced love. He showed him the delights of the body. It was Heaven.
“He’s coming around! He’s alive, thank Merlin! Everybody stay back, we need to get him stabilised.” Healers rushed around everywhere, most of them attending to the brunet teenager on the bed before them. Minerva McGonagall stood to the side, tears slipping down her aged and lined face. The entire Weasly clan waited with her, and many of the school teachers and Aurors sat in the waiting room.
Harry slowly came back to himself, the image of his beloved fading. His eyes flicked open. They had found him again. They had succeeded... again. He was alive no matter how he wished otherwise. Why wouldn’t they let him go? His beloved was dead and he didn’t want to fight any more. They had let Him die, and he refused to save them. Why wouldn’t they let him be with his Beloved?
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