My Beautiful

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places contained herein. That honor belongs to JK Rowling and her various publishers as well as Time Warner Productions. I’m just playing with them for a bit.

Author’s Note: This story is a sequel to ‘Dear Sweet Circe’ because so many people asked for one, and because the idea just hit me like a bombshell today. I’d like to extend many thanks to Katy for beta reading this for me, and putting lovely ideas for titles in my head. I love you, deary! On with the tale!

My Beautiful

A Short Fanfiction Story

By: Menecarkawan

ONE

He pressed his cheek firmly against his lover’s, the tears falling freely and without notice. “Draco,” he whispered, clutching the pale shoulders tightly in his hands.

Draco pulled him against his body, showering kisses on his tear-stained cheeks. “Don’t be frightened, Harry,” he said gently, lowering his shivering partner to the bed.

“I don’t…” Harry muttered brokenly, unable to finish his thought. “I want…”

Draco began kissing the pale neck before him, hoping to impart the deep love he felt without saying the words; afraid of what Harry would say. “What do you want, Harry?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry sobbed, arching against Draco’s body. “Please… please… I don’t know… please, just touch me.”

Draco’s heart was trying to break inside his chest, but he wouldn’t allow it to. He wanted to make sure that Harry got past this hurt he was feeling, this self-loathing that had no basis in reality. Draco moved his kisses back to Harry’s face, trying to kiss away the pain and tears. “It’s all right now,” he murmured. “You don’t have to cry anymore.”

Harry lifted his head, capturing Draco’s lips in a needy kiss, his hands traveling over Draco’s back, tugging at the fabric impatiently. “I want you,” he whispered. “I’ve always wanted you. Please…” He trailed off; kissing Draco’s face everywhere he could reach.

Draco’s heart soared at that admission and he renewed his efforts to show Harry how wonderful this could be. He wanted to show Harry that being together was not only right, but necessary; that they could never be complete when they were apart. His heart beat the words he couldn’t say in a steady rhythm: ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

Draco moved his kisses back to Harry’s neck, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his trousers, his hand blazing a trail up Harry’s heated flesh, Draco doing his best to memorize the feel of Harry’s magnificent body beneath him. Harry lifted his arms accommodatingly as Draco pulled the shirt up and off, throwing it blindly into a corner of his room. Harry’s body was flush with arousal, his whimpering endearments giving Draco a heady sense of accomplishment. Draco knew this was only a step, one of many, but he was willing to do whatever was necessary to make Harry get over his fear of being homosexual.

He licked a slow path down Harry’s neck, his right hand gently stroking Harry’s thigh through the thick material of his trousers. When he reached the strong chest he’d been longing to taste for years, Draco began sucking on the right nipple, teasing it with his tongue until it was a hard nub in his mouth. Satisfied by the sounds spilling forth from his lover’s most edible mouth, Draco moved his attentions to the left nipple, biting gently this time.

Harry’s back arched up off the bed to meet Draco’s mouth. “Please,” he whimpered, his hands tangling in Draco’s flaxen locks. “Please.”

Draco was certain that Harry didn’t know what he wanted, but wanted it nonetheless. He began kissing and licking his way down Harry’s stomach, using his tongue to map out the contours of Harry’s finely sculpted muscles, using his hands to begin unbuttoning Harry’s trousers, his fingers brushing occasionally across the renewed erection beneath. He dipped his tongue into Harry’s perfect navel, wondering what Harry would allow him to do this night.

As he moved his attention lower, he gently pushed Harry’s trousers and boxers down, kissing along the fine line of coarse black hair that trailed down Harry’s stomach. He sat up for a moment to discard the last of Harry’s clothes before bending again to kiss around Harry’s hip bone, making his way down the right leg, kissing every inch of skin he could. Harry’s long, beautiful legs were covered with a light dusting of dark hair, and Draco drank the sight of it in. Merlin, he thought absently. He’s so fucking perfect.

Once he reached the foot, Draco moved to the other leg, kissing his way back up to Harry’s hip. He kissed across Harry’s lower belly before finally turning his attention to the beautiful cock, straining up from its nest of dark curls. He’d wondered earlier, when they were together in the corridor, what Harry’s cock would look like standing at full attention. The real sight was better than he ever could have imagined. It was thick and long, red with blood and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Draco licked the small drops away, closing his eyes at finally tasting Harry.

“Merlin!” Harry gasped above him, his fingers momentarily tightening in Draco’s hair.

Draco kissed down the underside of Harry’s penis, paying special attention to the thick, pulsating vein. Once he reached the base, Draco pulled first one sac and then the next into his mouth, making sure both were sufficiently moistened before moving passed the perineum to the rosy opening beneath. He flicked out his tongue, using the tip to trace the shape lovingly, Harry keening wordlessly above him.

Draco lavished much attention on Harry’s entrance, licking and circling before pushing his tongue passed the ring of muscle, causing Harry to jump slightly. Draco pushed his tongue in and out, holding Harry’s hips steady with his hands to avoid breaking his nose. Once he felt that he’d given a sufficient amount of attention to Harry’s entrance, he licked his way back up to the shaft, slowly taking it into his mouth. Only Draco’s firm grasp on Harry’s hips kept the former Gryffindor from thrusting up violently.

“Oh god, Draco,” Harry whispered, his voice strained. “Please… you feel so good… please… I can’t… please… I need you.”

Draco sucked harder, swiping his tongue back and forth across Harry’s engorged shaft, and his own eyes drifting closed at being this intimate with the brunette. He pulled Harry all the way in, his nose bumping into Harry’s dark pubic hair, reveling in the way Harry’s cock pulsed in his mouth. Slowly, he moved his head back up, swirling his tongue around the shaft, before moving down again, his left hand moving between Harry’s legs to play with his scrotum. He felt the sacs tightening in his hand and loosened his throat to prepare for the stream he knew was coming. With a loud scream, Harry came in Draco’s mouth, his whole body trembling with the force of it. Draco swallowed greedily, savoring the bitter taste of Harry’s essence. Once Harry had softened in his mouth, Draco began kissing back up Harry’s torso before claiming the rosy lips again.


TWO

Harry could taste himself on Draco’s tongue, but he couldn’t find anything but pleasure in the sensation. With a small smile, Draco reached out and to the left, retrieving something from the nightstand. When he moved back again, Harry saw that he was holding a small jar, but he was too relaxed and sated to care overmuch.

Draco placed the jar next to them on the bed before gliding his hand over Harry’s sweaty stomach. “I want to be inside of you, Harry,” he whispered, his hot breath caressing Harry’s ear, sending a delightful shiver down Harry’s spine. “I want to feel your heat surrounding me,” the blonde went on. “I want to feel your muscles clamp down on me as you come for the third time tonight. I want to lose myself inside of you. I want you to feel my hot seed coating your passage when I come.”

Harry groaned loudly. “Draco…” he whispered, his legs falling open without his conscious thought, one leg wrapping around Draco’s waist.

“May I, Harry?” Draco asked, his hand coaxing Harry’s flaccid length back to hardness. “Will you let me? I can wait, if you don’t want this. I’ll wait forever if I must.”

Harry shook his head, not caring anymore that he was a freak. He wanted to feel Draco moving inside of him. He wanted his fantasy to come true at last. “Please,” he said, tears coming back to his eyes. “Please, I want to feel you.” He kissed along Draco’s jaw, allowing the tears to fall. “Please, let me feel you. I need you so much.”

“Dear sweet Circe,” Draco whispered, his eyes drifting closed again, his formidable erection rubbing along the side of Harry’s thigh. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Harry swallowed but made no reply as he watched Draco pick the small jar up again and take off the lid. He dipped two fingers inside, both dripping with slick oil when they reemerged. He trailed the fingers slowly down Harry’s stomach, over his half-hard cock, over his sac and down to his opening, where they began circling gently.

“Are you certain this is what you want?” he asked gently, his fingers never stopping their teasing circles.

“God, yes,” Harry replied, squirming a bit under Draco’s touch. Slowly, gently, one long tapered finger breached Harry’s opening, causing his breath to hitch slightly and his body to tense.

“Sh,” Draco cooed, circling his finger very slowly inside of Harry’s body. “Relax, my beautiful, I won’t hurt you.”

Harry took a deep breath, forcing his muscles to relax. Stars sparked before his eyes when Draco touched something inside of him, a loud moan escaping his lips. “More,” he muttered, pushing down against the invading digit. “Please, I need more.”

The finger withdrew until only the tip was inside before a second finger slowly pushed in to join it. These two fingers spread apart slightly and began circling around Harry’s entrance again, gently stretching it, loosening the muscles.

“More,” Harry said again, his legs falling bonelessly apart. Draco moved back, kneeling between Harry’s parted knees, his other hand dipping into the jar. He pushed the index finger of the second hand inside to join the other two fingers, rubbing that wonderful spot inside occasionally before adding a fourth finger. He circled these slowly, opening Harry wide, until Harry was pushing down against them, craving more.

Slowly, all four fingers were removed, Harry nearly weeping in protest. He watched with wide, lust-filled eyes as Draco once again dipped into the jar, this time coating his cock with the thick oil. He moved up Harry’s body, his arms on either side of Harry’s chest, the head of his cock nudging Harry’s entrance gently.

“Are you ready?” Draco asked softly, raining kisses down on Harry’s cheeks.

Harry nodded, swallowed and said, “Yes.” His breathing was ragged with anticipation. Draco used his right hand to guide his cock home, slowly and gently breaching the tight hole. He pushed inside slowly until he was buried to the hilt, and then he stopped moving all together, his head resting on Harry’s shoulder.

“Merlin, you feel good,” he muttered, kissing the shoulder lightly.

Harry was amazed that there was no pain; all he felt was a fullness he couldn’t have imagined possible. Draco didn’t move for several minutes, so Harry finally flexed his muscles, coaxing a moan from his new lover.

“Don’t do that,” Draco muttered, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Harry felt slightly hurt by this. “Why?” he asked, ashamed when his doubt and hurt appeared in his voice.

Draco’s eyes came open, some indefinable emotion shining in their silver depths. “I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he replied, kissing Harry’s neck. “I need to get some control back before I start moving.”

Harry began to tremble slightly, his arms wrapping around Draco’s shoulders, but he didn’t move again after that until Draco was ready. After what seemed like forever to Harry, Draco pulled out almost all the way before very slowly pushing back in. He set a slow pace, changing his angle with each thrust until he found that wondrous place deep inside. He maintained his pace and angle, pleasure shooting through Harry’s body until all he was capable of was moaning nonsense he wouldn’t remember saying later.

Both of their bodies were covered in a fine layer of sweat as they slowly made love, Harry wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist causing himself to be penetrated more deeply.

“ Yessss, ” he hissed in Parsletongue, slipping into the serpentine language without noticing. “Harder. Pleasssse, deeper.”

“Sweet Circe!” Draco exclaimed softly. He began moving a little faster, but his thrusts were still measured and even.

“Yesssss,” Harry hissed again. “More! I need more!” He continued hissing obscenities in Parsletongue, moving his hips in time with Draco’s thrusts. After some time, Draco leaned up, using one hand for leverage, and using the other to push Harry’s leg back. He began thrusting deeper and harder, more erratically now, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room, mingling with their passionate moans.

“Touch yourself, Harry,” he panted, his strokes long, deep and fast now. “I want to watch you as you come.”

Harry’s hand automatically went down to his weeping erection, stroking it quickly, his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. He felt his balls draw up close to his body, and then his world was exploding in a cacophony of color, thick streams of pearly fluid shooting up over his stomach and chest. “Dracoooo!” he hissed, his hips jerking with each fresh pulse from his cock. “Yessss! Godsss, yesss, don’t ssstop!”

Draco was pounding into him now. “Harry!” he screamed, pressing into Harry several more times before Harry felt the glorious heat of Draco’s orgasm filling his body. Draco jerked into him violently, moaning loudly with each spurt that shot forth from him, his head thrown back in passion. When his orgasm finally passed, he collapsed on top of his darker lover, panting harshly, their bodies still joined. After a moment, he put some of his weight on his arms.

“I don’t… think… I’ve ever… come that… hard before,” he panted, placing kisses on Harry’s shoulder and collarbone.

“That… was… incredible,” Harry agreed, stroking Draco’s back gently, wondering why he’d denied himself this for so long. If it made him a freak, then so be it. He’d been denying his love for Draco for far too long to care anymore what it meant to feel that way. He wrapped his arms and legs tightly around his lover’s waist when the blonde made to roll off of him.

“Harry, I don’t want to hurt you,” Draco said, his eyes conveying the small bit of worry he felt.

Harry shook his head a bit. “I like having you inside of me,” he whispered, his cheeks tingeing red. He hated that he was being so bloody feminine about the whole thing, but he couldn’t help it.

A small smile appeared on Draco’s face. “I promise you that this won’t be our last time together,” he said. “But it’s going to hurt as it is when I pull out because I’ve already softened. I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary.”

Harry reluctantly loosened his hold on Draco, allowing the blonde to slip out and fall to his side. Draco was right: it did hurt a bit when he pulled out. Harry winced a bit at the sensation, but immediately planted his head on Draco’s shoulder.

“Do you know how bloody sexy it is when you start going on in Parsletongue?” Draco asked after a few moments of silence, his long fingers carding through Harry’s raven locks.

Harry felt his face heat up again. “Was I speaking Parsletongue?” he muttered. “I didn’t notice.” He smiled as he felt Draco’s chest rumble with soft laughter.

“I didn’t think you did,” he said. “I almost came right then.”

Harry chuckled a bit. “I’ll remember that.” He drifted into exhausted slumber with the feel of Draco’s arms around him, making him feel safe for the first time in recent memory.

THREE

Draco sipped his tea quietly, reading the Prophet and generally ignoring his colleagues as they flitted in and out of the staff room. He didn’t bother to look up when someone sat down next to him at the table.

“Is it true?” the deep, resonating voice of his godfather questioned.

“Is what true?” Draco asked, turning the page of his paper and still not bothering to look up. He could practically feel the scowl he knew was being sent his way.

“That Ravenclaw Prefect, Amanda Vexare, is saying that she saw you and Potter being… intimate in the corridor last night,” Severus replied, his voice fairly dripping with disdain.

“Is she now?” Draco asked, lifting the paper higher to hide his smirk. His smirk changed to a frown as he pondered how Harry would handle this little ‘rumor’.

“Yes, she is,” Severus said. “So… is it true?”

“I’m afraid so, Severus,” Draco said, turning another page, although he was no longer focusing on what he was looking at. He finally looked at Snape when the man sighed.

“Please tell me it was a one off,” he muttered, rubbing his face.

Draco stared at him but said nothing.

“Tell me it was a one off, Draco,” Severus repeated. “Tell me that I’m not going to have to get used to my godson sleeping with Harry Sodding Potter.”

Draco’s expression darkened and he folded the paper, slapping it onto the table angrily. “ Don’t call him that,” he snapped. “It was not a one off. If you can’t handle it, then I suggest that you go elsewhere.”

Severus held his hands up in supplication. “Don’t be angry, Draco. I had to make sure.”

Draco raised one elegant eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest wordlessly.

“For what it’s worth, Draco,” Severus said. “I think you could have chosen worse people to give your heart to.” He patted Draco’s arm.

Draco’s mouth fell open in surprise. “What do you-“

“Don’t try to fool a spy, Draco,” Severus interrupted. “We always find out.” He raised his eyebrows pointedly before leaving Draco to his thoughts. If Severus , of all people, could tell he was in love with Harry, who else had noticed? He didn’t want Harry finding out because he didn’t want his Beautiful to get frightened and run away.

“‘Ko?” a gentle voice questioned from the doorway.

Draco’s eyes flew to meet emerald, wondering just how long Harry had been standing there. He held his hands open in invitation and Harry came willingly enough. “Hey, my beautiful,” he greeted fondly, settling Harry on his lap.

Harry fidgeted a bit. “Can I ask you something?” he asked nervously, looking down at his wringing hands.

“Ask me anything,” Draco replied, placing his hands around Harry’s waist.

“Did… erm… did last night mean anything to you?” Even as the question emerged, Harry’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of red.

Draco watched Harry for a long moment before raising a hand to that beautiful face. “Look at me, Harry,” he requested. He waited for those emerald eyes to focus on him before speaking again. “Last night meant everything. Do you understand?” he said gently, tracing a thumb over Harry’s bottom lip. “ Everything. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Harry smiled slightly, a tentative, quivering smile that melted Draco’s heart. “Can I spend the night with you again tonight?” he asked softly.

Draco laced his fingers into the dark hair at the base of Harry’s neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss. “You can spend the night whenever you like,” he said. He thought that, perhaps, telling Harry he loved him might not frighten him away after all.

~FIN~