Lost & Found

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"You disgust me, Potter!" 'Oooh, just look at those eyes!'

"Well, that means a lot coming from a barmy git like yourself, Malfoy!" 'How on earth can someone so hot be such an arse?!'

"For the life of me, I cannot comprehend how anyone can stand to be within one hundred feet of you, without overwhelming feelings of loathing surpassing them." 'Hands off! Keep your hands away from that very sweet, very firm-


"Aww, Malfoy, how sweet. Harboring secret feelings for me, are you?" 'I wish. My my, the things I could do to that saucy mouth!'

"No secret to them, you sodding prick. My feelings are well known, I'm quite sure." 'Yes, quite well known. If I had documented every wet dream I've ever had. Oy!'

"Oh yes, quite." Harry James Potter stepped forward, his hand lifting a crumpled piece of parchment to wave it in front of Malfoy's striking silvery eyes. Smoothing it out, he cleared his throat and began to read, his voice low, "'Oh, Harry, why must you be so difficult? I'm never quite sure whether or not I want to hex you, or snog you mindless. You make Quidditch matches positively painful, riding around on your broom, that lovely ass flying around in front of me. I just want to lean forward sometimes, and take a nibble...'" Harry paused, grinning at Draco Malfoy's ashen face. "Should I continue?"

"No!" Draco shouted, reaching out and ripping the parchment away from Harry's hand. "Where did you get this? Have you been in my room?"

Harry rolled his amused emerald eyes. "You'd like that, I bet."

The blonde Slytherin's face positively glowed a brilliant pink. "Don't bet your savings, Potter. That's not even about you."

Chuckling, Harry ran a hand through his messy, black hair, "Oh, is that so? Would you like me to quote paragraph three, where you and I are moaning each other's names in ecstasy?" Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his defined chest, Harry waited while Draco took a few deep breaths.

Draco steeled his body, and willed himself to stay calm. His eyes took on a positively glacial quality, as he forced a sneer onto his face. "And what, exactly, does it say about you, Potter? What indeed, when you have read over that bit of nothing so many times that you have the paragraphs memorized?"

His chest beating wildly in his chest, rage and arousal warring within him. "I have a good memory." 'Oh crap, that was weak.' Harry thought, wincing involuntarily, and hoping Draco hadn't noticed.

A wide, pleased smile crossed Draco's face, as he had, in fact, caught the wince. "I might believe that about Granger, but not you. I think," he paused, irritation directed towards himself being siphoned out towards the object of his lust (he knew he should have burned that sodding letter!), and...he wasn't sure how far it went, not yet, but there was something else there, something exceedingly strong, lurking underneath his anger and 'dislike'. It was just itching beneath an increasingly thin surface. "I think...perhaps you liked the letter, Potter. Perhaps it was just something you've been thinking about, only haven't the courage to act on." He stopped again, raising an eyebrow, "Strange, but I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be teeming with the stuff."

Harry drew himself up to his full height and stalked over to the blonde, glaring daggers into those silver eyes that (much to his chagrin) haunted his dreams on a continual basis. He stopped, his face only mere centimeters away from Draco's face, and smiled, his eyes still blazing, "It's not courage I lack, Draco, but merely lack of motivation."

"Lack of motivation? And what, precisely, is that supposed to mean?" Draco snapped back, inhaling Harry's ragged breaths, holding back on every instinct his body was throwing his way, to just take. His name, on those lips, was a gift. One he wanted to receive again, and in many different tones.

"Yes, lack of motivation. What would motivate me to act out any of that nonsense with you? You're nasty and malicious; I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have the dark mark on you right now. You're nothing I want, Draco." He hissed, praying Draco would not notice the lie in his words.

"Oh, please, Potter. Just look at you. You're positively begging for it. You're shaking."

"I'm not." Oh, but he was. Uncontrollably shaking.

"You are." This, Draco whispered huskily, in shocked disbelief, as he kept his eyes locked onto the insufferable, deliciously sexy man's blazing green eyes. It
was true. Harry was trembling in front of him, his mouth parted and wet, a naked invitation. He leaned forward, every nerve wide awake and sizzling. He grasped that succulent lower lip with his teeth and tugged gently, eliciting a husky moan from Harry. Letting it go, he brushed his tongue over the bitten area and laved it softly, soothingly.

Harry pulled back, his eyes huge in his face, "This cannot happen. By the gods, Draco, we despise each other!"

"Our bodies disagree." Draco replied, watching, waiting.

The black-haired man looked down, he eyes flickering everywhere and nowhere. "You can't honestly think this can go anywhere."

"I expect this can go here. Here and now. I know you want this as much as I do, Harry." He reached a decision and pushed his hand down, slid his hand into the front of the other man's pants, grasping his hard cock firmly. Harry's head shot back up, and those amazing eyes were more black now than green, dark and shining with passion. Draco began to stroke up and down, his hand working in a smooth rhythm, his thumb brushing over the slick, velvety tip.

His voice choked, he gasped, "How can you possibly think that we can do this, and then stand across from each other on the battlefield? We both know what's coming, Draco."

Draco slid an arm around the brunette's waist, keeping the trembling man standing up, "Oh, I think I know exactly what's coming."

Harry's eyes slid shut against his wishes, and he pulled Draco's ('amazing') hand out of his trousers and tried to step back, his movements hindered by the arm firmly around his waist. "Draco, gods, you must realize how wrong this is." He actions belied his words, however, as his hand unknowingly raised up to tangle in Draco's pale blonde hair. He felt, as much as heard, Draco's throaty growl, and uncaring anymore of anything besides this moment, he pushed his mouth up into Draco's, opening directly.

The kiss was beyond any experience, emotion, fantasy he'd ever experienced. The hand in his hair was wonderful, the nails lightly scratching at his scalp. Harry's mouth was hot, and lush, and those lips were so soft. He couldn't stop biting at them, and sucking them. He pulled Harry's tongue into his mouth and suckled it, the unique flavor rushing through him, addicting him. The more he felt and tasted, the more he needed. Fulfilling a desire he'd had for years now, he reached up both hands and delved into all of that messy, black hair, and found it silky soft and thick. His mouth quested down that tasty, golden span of neck, and back up to that adorable, tantalizing ear, nipping sharply at the lobe. He buried his face in that sexy mop of hair, and inhaled the scent of sandalwood and vanilla and pure Harry Potter.

Harry's mind was screaming, his body more alive that he'd thought possible, and he grasped the slender, elegant wrists on either side of his neck, squeezing softly until they released his hair. He pressed his lips up to Draco's ear, and delighted in the shiver there. "I suppose I have a confession to make."

"You did enjoy the letter, then?" 'Although how that letter got OUT, he was unsure, and quite ready to investigate...perhaps buy the bloke a villa off the south of France.'

"Perhaps more than one confession, then. Though, I doubt you were totally aware of this one." Harry dropped to his knees and yanked open the Slytherin's pants, sweeping them down those muscled legs quickly. He looked up, "I've wanted this since before I knew what this was." And he swallowed Draco whole.

His head fell back, the platinum hair swinging wildly around his neck and shoulders. "Harry!" He cried, realizing, far too late, what the emotion, hiding beneath layers, and years of pretense, was. Far more than want, he loved the bloody wanker. And that realization, coupled with that tight, searing-hot mouth, pushed him over the edge, and he forced his eyes to stay open as he looked down as Harry swallowed everything, and then reached out with the tip of his tongue to catch a stray drop glistening there at the end of his cock.

Harry sat back, panting, as the tall, lithe Slytherin fell down to his knees, and inched over to rearrange, and place a leg on either side of Harry's side, straddling his lap.

"You've wanted me?" Draco asked in wonder.

"I suppose I could say the same to you, and with just as much shock."

"Harry, tell me." It was as close to begging as a Malfoy got.

"What can I say?" Harry attempted a joking tone, "Despite your demeanor, you're quite appealing, Draco."

Draco quieted, and a bit of anguish coursed through him, "Appealing? That's all, then?"

"I-I honestly don't know, Draco," Harry said truthfully, his hand sliding around to rub the blonde's back, which had tensed up considerably. "I know that I've always been fascinated with you, and I always wished we weren't enemies, but the fact is that we have been exactly that. Enemies. Rivals."

"That's not what I wanted." Draco said, looking seriously into those eyes, dark as jade now.

"You could've fooled me."

Draco hissed reflexively, "I haven't been alone in this little conflict of ours, Harry."

"I know that, it's just, this is an odd place to be. From enemies to what? Lovers, now? Still enemies, except in bed? Where does the line begin and end, Draco?" The question burned at them both.

"I don't know. I know I don't want this to stop, though."

"Gods help us, neither do I." Harry muttered under his breath.

Harry looked so lost, and Draco tampered down every Malfoy instinct that had been born and bred into him from birth. Show no weakness, never offer anything that can be used against you. Never. "I don't have the mark."

Looking confused for a moment, it finally clicked in his brain, and Harry cocked his head, wonderingly. "Why?"

"Don't be obtuse."

Harry snarled, and spat out a curse. "I want to know, Malfoy. Tell me why."

Unaware that his eyes were wet, he snarled back, gritting his teeth, "Because of you, you moronic git."

If there had been any sort of noise in the room, he wouldn't have heard Draco's words. As it was, he heard every word as clearly as if they'd been yelled directly into his ear. He hissed, then, switching unknowingly into Parseltongue.

"I can't afford to be in love with you." Harry said, the Snake language sliding easily over his tongue, his brain and heart screaming that it was far too late.

Draco shivered, the sultry sounds coming from Harry's mouth enflaming him. The dark language was erotic, and he could feel the strong emotions coming off the 'words' in waves. He leaned forward and swallowed the luscious sounds flowing from that thoroughly edible mouth. Every little gasp and whimper coursed through his body, and he maneuvered Harry around, and pushed him back, until he was lying flat on his back. Raising up over him, Draco never stopped kissing his delightfully responsive mouth. His hands were sly in their quest to rid the brunette of his trousers, and he inched down that lovely golden body slowly, licking a path downwards. He pulled down Harry's pants, mouthing a messy kiss onto each thigh, behind the knees, an ankle...The taste was rushing in his veins, and he couldn't stop, never wanted to stop.

He felt the cool air on his lower body, and shivered. Those kisses, that mouth was driving him mad, and he couldn't get enough. He felt the pressure on his legs, and he lifted them willingly, pulling them close to his chest. For a moment, he felt unbearably exposed, and then he felt nibbles on his arse, and that tongue licking a stripe down to-'Oh!' He sucked in a breath, holding it in until it felt as though his lungs would explode as that clever, determined tongue breached him intimately. Flames were building, and spreading through him, and a hot flush spread through him, putting a rosy tint in his flesh. He heard roaring in his head, as though he were too near the ocean, and his body was jerking involuntarily.

"Dra-co-"

The stunned gasp drew his attention, and he raised his head, a purely pleased smile on his face, "I love seeing you this way, Harry, open and flushed and all mine." He drew up, his hands staying behind to stretch and tease, fingers moving where his throbbing cock was aching to be. His blonde hair was falling in his face, covering his eyes, and he tossed it back, sighed contentedly as Harry arched up beneath his adventurous fingers. Removing his hand, he replaced it with his aching flesh, and pushed in, delighting in the moan...in the arms that reached up and drew him down for a noisy kiss.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, his head falling back as he felt Draco thrust in to the hilt, filling him so completely. He ground against him, trying to force the Slytherin to move. His eyes flew wide open, seeing nothing but that stunning, aristocratic face, as Draco began to move, hitting a spot that stole his breath, his vision. Everything was full of millions of bright, sparkling stars, dancing and singing in every part of him.

"Oh-Oh my...Draco, don't stop. Gods, please, don't ever stop."

"Never, love." Draco looked into those stunned, brilliant green eyes as they moved together. Their bodies were gliding against each other, slick with sweat, gold and ivory. Their lips met over and over, words whispered and choked. He felt Harry reach down his hands, scoring nails down his back, and he felt what little control he had start to flag. He reached down with a slender hand and grasped Harry's dick between them, fisting it with every hard thrust. He couldn't hold back a moan, didn't even try, as he felt the warm gushes over his chest and stomach. That beautiful face he couldn't get out of his head was tossing back and forth, lips parted in a desperate scream. Draco felt the heat, the tight, dark heat grip him in waves, and he followed Harry into the heavens, screaming his name as his came deep within that amazing body. It went on almost endlessly, and Draco forgot when time began and ended. Collapsing on top of his lover, he was pleasantly shocked to feel gentled hands stroking his sweaty back with great tenderness and care.

They moved onto their sides, and extracted themselves from one another; apart, but unable to stop touching.

"Draco, I've never felt anything like that." Harry whispered, his face still flushed, his scar standing out bright white on his face. He licked his lips, trying desperately to even out his breathing.

"Neither have I." Draco saw Harry's raised eyebrows, and could not force a smile. His tone was sincere, and oh, so solemn. "I mean it. I've never experienced something that...intense...remarkable, really. Honestly, I've never came that hard in my entire life." He muttered with a helpless laugh. Running a hand over Harry's face, he set to brushing that glossy, jet-black hair out of his face. "I need you to believe that, if nothing else."

Harry searched those unique silvery eyes, and smiled softly. "I believe you, Draco. If for no other reason, than I think my heart actually stopped beating for a minute, there." The two men chuckled.

The moment stretched into an hour, Gryffindor and Slytherin staring into each other's eyes, saying a word here and there, but mostly just absorbing everything. Their hands never left each other, needing to constantly touch, reassure, and Harry finally grasped Draco's arm, staring hard at the smooth, unmarked skin there.

"Will it stay this way?"

The blonde looked momentarily confused, before his eyes cleared. He sighed, "Harry, this isn't exactly something I want to talk about right now."

Harry looked away for a second, blinking hard to hold back any evidence of his anguish. "We will have to talk about it, Draco."

Forcing Harry to meet his gaze, he nodded, "I know, but not now. This isn't about anyone but us...it's not about the war, or sides, or the past. It's about us, here and now."

"Here and now." Harry repeated, sitting up, and shaking his head. "Is that all, then? We just experienced that...together, and now, and here is all there is?"

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, pain rippling through his heart. "You're the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. The Savior of the Wizarding World. Think realistically. We both know that I will never be accepted into any part of your life."

"By whom?" Harry demanded, frustration making his eyes flash, green flames dancing and whirling. "I never took you as the type who shied away from a cross word, Malfoy."

Draco shot up to clutch his arms around Harry's chest, laying his hands flat over his heart, "Don't do that! Don't go back like that. I'll not be able to stand it if you do."

Harry sighed, "Draco, I don't want it to go back to the way it was. If this is the end, if this is it...it's going to rip me apart." He stood up, disengaging those warm arms reluctantly, and began pacing back and forth, unconcerned with his nudity, his arms flying about wildly. "I never thought...well, I just, it was unobtainable, you were unobtainable. Us...us? That was like some impossible fantasy. So, I never let myself consider...and now...I've felt this, and I can't ever forget it, and dammit-" He stopped, his arms falling down to his sides, and he slid down a wall to sit. His head fell back against the wall, and he gave it a good bang, trying to clear his thoughts. "What I feel for you...it's indescribable. It's beyond what I ever thought I would be able to have." He shook his head, and let it drop down, hiding his face as scorching tears began to drip down his face.

Draco crept over to Harry, and lifted a hand to his face, feeling the wetness there. "Harry..." He started to speak, and was laid silent, and rocked, absolutely gobsmacked, and so, so profoundly grateful at the next words that came from those utterly worshiped lips.

Lifting his head, he dredged up all the strength he had, and said resolutely, "I love you, Draco Malfoy. You're going to have to deal with that, as I am. And if, in your mind, we have to do it apart, then there's nothing I can do to force you to try otherwise. But, that bit of parchment...your letter...I could have wrote it myself. And I don't give a tinker's damn what the world thinks of who I share myself with. I never have. But, I have to be strong right now, you know that. It's imperative. I don't get a say in this war. I am who I am, and that won't change. Not ever."

Draco watched, stunned, as Harry collected his clothes and put them on mechanically. He watched him walk towards the door and turn to look at him, his eyes fierce and breathtaking.

"You make me vulnerable, and yet stronger that I ever thought I could be." Harry said, his voice so soft, he had to strain to hear it. "I'd like you with me, in every way. I'd like what we just shared to be more, for it to be an 'us'. That's the truth, and whether you want more than just today...that's up to you, I suppose. But I know what I want. The past is inconsequential in relation to what I'm feeling this very minute. Any potential future hassle is trivial. Nothing, and I do mean this, nothing matters more to me than this...with you." Then, Harry turned and left the room, shutting the door gently behind him. He was leaning against it, breathing hard and fighting the urge to go back and beg, when it opened abruptly, and he fell backwards into strong arms.

"Don't! Don't you EVER walk out like that!" Draco screamed, yanking him back into the room, and slamming the door shut. "You say all of that, you tell me...Gods! Things I've only ever imagined that you would say to me, and then you turn and leave. Merlin, Harry, can't you give a bloke a minute to respond? I mean, this is so complicated-"

"It's not."

"It is! Not our feelings, you git. That's the only thing in my life that makes complete sense. Everything else! Can't you see that there's my family, our friends, the world in general, the war...There's so much we're going to have to push past. I don't think you're acknowledging everything there is here. For crying out loud, I've been the scourge of your life for years!"

"Either you want this or you don't. Either you want to be with me, or you don't. It is simple. You're willing to fight for it, or you're not. That's it. I'm sure you see the lack of complication here, a brilliant young man such as yourself."

Draco paused in his rant, and cocked his head, his eyes cool and appraising. "While I could certainly do without the smartarse comment there at the end, you're right." He moved forward and cupped Harry's face in his hands, unable to stop himself. "This is going to cause so much trouble, my love." He murmured with a smirk.

Harry gave him a wry grin, "That's what I said, and you attacked me." He let his eyes drift upwards, pretending to be considering something serious, "Well, fair's fair." He grabbed Draco's arms and yanked him close, kissing him hard, delving deep into Draco's mouth the moment those lovely lips parted. They didn't stop until they were both gasping for breath.

"So much trouble," Draco said with a grin, his heart feeling lighter than he could ever remember.

Harry answered with a smirk of his own, "Good thing for us, then, I happen to be attracted to trouble."