To be with You.
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To be with You.
[ To Be With You ]
By: -Miss. Text-
His touch brought my senses to life, fingertips making me shift in his arms while shivers rolled down my spine. I tried to bite my lip, and hold in the soft moan that wanted to escape as his mouth left hot kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. His name slipped free, blurred in my desire filled mind, but it must have came out clearly because there was a slight pause, and then I could feel those soft lips on my collar bone, sucking patiently while his teeth nicked my skin. I shuddered against him, hands moving under his shirt to feel up the skin I'd only dreamt of touching, and then I was pressed up against a wall, gaze meeting his while we kissed passionately; a kiss that would be burned into my memory for many years to come. I would look at mistletoe and feel no envy for the teenagers who shared long kisses with no meaning beneath it. Instead I would think of him, and my insides would jolt from the pleasure of my memories, eyes slipping shut for just a moment as time stopped and maybe, if I were to be lucky, just maybe I would feel his hot breath against my lips again.. if only for a split moment in time. It would not matter, that simple hope made everything worth it.
I whispered out, " Don't stop.. ", and looking back at it now I have to chuckle quietly, because of how cliche those two words sound in my mind, but then again.. the entire situation was cliche, wasn't it? His hands were gentle and patient, eyes holding a softness I'd only seen in professional actors-- and even then it was nothing compared to those eyes of his. They were green, so green I could lose myself in the jungle of emotions he showed to me so boldly. God, did I love him, with all of my heart. Our fingers tangled as he pinned the backs of my hands on either side of my head. I was completely nude now, and when that had happened, I couldn't tell you. Harry was just standing there, in his own glory, pressed up against my body with a small grin that flashed pure white teeth at me. I melted against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist with one of his hands supporting a leg by gripping the upper thigh tightly. He husked out words that still send sharp aches of pain through me when I wake up, soaked with sweat and need, length aching hard for a man I could never have again.. Because..
" Do you still want it, Draco? " His eyes were dark, but I wasn't frightened.
Not because he was the savior of the world.
I almost cried out " Yes! YES! GOD YES, POTTER! ", but a certain level of embarrassment and dignity held me down and sobered up my response to a simple " Yes.. ", yet from the look in his eyes and the way he let out a breathy chuckle, I might as well have screamed it like I'd wanted to. I held my breath as the head of his member poked at my entrance, and nervousness set in. But he was there, whispering seductive little phrases into my ear as he eased himself into me. By the time he was sheathed, there were droplets of blood rolling down his back from where my nails had bitten at his skin in pain. I panted heavily, but the worst was over, at least I thought so. When he began to pull out, there was almost even more pain in that simple act alone, but I kept as quiet as I could, because I loved him. I loved the way his face looked as he pressed into me again; eyes shut, lips parted slightly as his head tipped back a little from the pleasure and the effort of not just pummeling me into the wall. He was so careful, and soon I was feeling the pleasing effects of this whole ordeal as well.
The pace was slow going at first, both of us fighting pleasure so that we could find a comfortable rhythm. After we did, everything went out of control. It was like he'd been holding back the entire time, and the passion he enveloped me in from that point on had me on a constant roller coaster of pleasure and pain; and in the end, I wanted more. His teeth bit at my neck, while he muffled quiet moans against my skin, hips pumping into mine as he took me. I was crying out whenever he'd push in, eyes screwed shut while I jerked in pleasure. By the end, he had me screaming, and all thoughts of arrogance and Malfoy pride were put out of my mind as little tears traced along my cheeks, while my lips parted and begged for release. His hand was pressed up against the wall beside my head as his other reached for my throbbing length. He gripped it, pumping it slowly while his pace sobered up to match the strokes of his hand. His eyes were on my watery ones, and I heard him whisper how beautiful I was. I sobbed for release, but he wouldn't give it to me. He kept the slow pace for what felt like hours, and I called him " Harry " and begged for it over and over, until my head dropped back against the wall and I resigned myself to taking what he would give. My legs trembled around his waist as he made love to me slowly, lips pressing soft kisses across my chest.
" Please.. " His mouth pressed hotly against a nipple, my eyes shut tightly as I held back the urge to scream for him. " Oh.. Oh God.. " I could feel my back arch for more, eyes trained at the ceiling as my lips parted while he sucked and bit. His hand had stopped, digits wrapped around the upper part of my member, his thumb coaxing heavy droplets of pre cum from the tip and it was all I could do not to burst at the seams with the need to climax. I don't know if he'd planned to, or if Harry Potter was just impulsive like that, but suddenly his hips shot against mine, tearing up my inner walls in a way that had me screaming in pleasure. My breath was gone and the lack of air made the experience even more surreal. I felt it coming, and god, when he finally let me, tears were leaking down my face in a steady flow as I clung to him, eyes shut while I cried out his name. I rocked against him with all of my strength, because I felt I needed it, like I'd die without it, and looking back now, I truly think I did. His eyes were closed too, and I could tell he was waiting for me, because almost as soon as I'd came, he shot into me, lips sealing against mine while he moaned into my mouth, nails digging into my thigh. Hours afterwards, upon closer inspection of my room, I could see little fingertip marks in the marble. Months after, I still marveled at how much strength Harry truly had inside of him.
" I love you, Draco.. More than you'll ever know. " He panted softly, and having pulled his length from my used up and nicely aching body, let me down to the floor. His arms, however, immediately wrapped around my waist and tugged my sagging form against himself.
I wiped my eyes off on his bare shoulder, then tucked my head beneath his chin. " I love you too.. Harry. "
---
I grit my teeth as I sit on my knees at Harry's grave. A single flower in my hand, but it didn't matter. Harry never liked flowers much anyways. Tears are soaking my cheeks, but I dare not let my father see them as he stood behind me, always proud. His lips were forming a sneer at me, and quite possibly the tomb stone in front of my eyes, but I bit my lip and ignored it, and went on shakily, much to my father's dismay. " Harry.. I, I'm so sorry.. You were always there for me, you were a good man.. I just wish I could have been there for you when you needed me the most. "
As it had turned out, when Harry had knocked Voldemort off of his imaginary throne, and showed him just how powerful the light side was, Voldemort had come with a back-up plan. In the end, essence of You-Know-Who's magic trickled into Harry, along with some major personality traits. Harry was diagnosed with a multi-personality disorder in the muggle world, but to everyone in the wizarding world, it was clear that he had dark magic trapped inside of him. Draco had been there, but in the end Harry had made the ultimate sacrifice, and to bluntly put it, had stabbed himself in the heart.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and I really hope it hasn't depressed any of you too much. I'm not used to thinking of Draco as an uke, but hey, I wrote this on impulse and instead of trashing it I thought I'd see what my favorite people at Adulfanfiction thought of it. Well, good luck to me. xD
By: -Miss. Text-
His touch brought my senses to life, fingertips making me shift in his arms while shivers rolled down my spine. I tried to bite my lip, and hold in the soft moan that wanted to escape as his mouth left hot kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. His name slipped free, blurred in my desire filled mind, but it must have came out clearly because there was a slight pause, and then I could feel those soft lips on my collar bone, sucking patiently while his teeth nicked my skin. I shuddered against him, hands moving under his shirt to feel up the skin I'd only dreamt of touching, and then I was pressed up against a wall, gaze meeting his while we kissed passionately; a kiss that would be burned into my memory for many years to come. I would look at mistletoe and feel no envy for the teenagers who shared long kisses with no meaning beneath it. Instead I would think of him, and my insides would jolt from the pleasure of my memories, eyes slipping shut for just a moment as time stopped and maybe, if I were to be lucky, just maybe I would feel his hot breath against my lips again.. if only for a split moment in time. It would not matter, that simple hope made everything worth it.
I whispered out, " Don't stop.. ", and looking back at it now I have to chuckle quietly, because of how cliche those two words sound in my mind, but then again.. the entire situation was cliche, wasn't it? His hands were gentle and patient, eyes holding a softness I'd only seen in professional actors-- and even then it was nothing compared to those eyes of his. They were green, so green I could lose myself in the jungle of emotions he showed to me so boldly. God, did I love him, with all of my heart. Our fingers tangled as he pinned the backs of my hands on either side of my head. I was completely nude now, and when that had happened, I couldn't tell you. Harry was just standing there, in his own glory, pressed up against my body with a small grin that flashed pure white teeth at me. I melted against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist with one of his hands supporting a leg by gripping the upper thigh tightly. He husked out words that still send sharp aches of pain through me when I wake up, soaked with sweat and need, length aching hard for a man I could never have again.. Because..
" Do you still want it, Draco? " His eyes were dark, but I wasn't frightened.
Not because he was the savior of the world.
I almost cried out " Yes! YES! GOD YES, POTTER! ", but a certain level of embarrassment and dignity held me down and sobered up my response to a simple " Yes.. ", yet from the look in his eyes and the way he let out a breathy chuckle, I might as well have screamed it like I'd wanted to. I held my breath as the head of his member poked at my entrance, and nervousness set in. But he was there, whispering seductive little phrases into my ear as he eased himself into me. By the time he was sheathed, there were droplets of blood rolling down his back from where my nails had bitten at his skin in pain. I panted heavily, but the worst was over, at least I thought so. When he began to pull out, there was almost even more pain in that simple act alone, but I kept as quiet as I could, because I loved him. I loved the way his face looked as he pressed into me again; eyes shut, lips parted slightly as his head tipped back a little from the pleasure and the effort of not just pummeling me into the wall. He was so careful, and soon I was feeling the pleasing effects of this whole ordeal as well.
The pace was slow going at first, both of us fighting pleasure so that we could find a comfortable rhythm. After we did, everything went out of control. It was like he'd been holding back the entire time, and the passion he enveloped me in from that point on had me on a constant roller coaster of pleasure and pain; and in the end, I wanted more. His teeth bit at my neck, while he muffled quiet moans against my skin, hips pumping into mine as he took me. I was crying out whenever he'd push in, eyes screwed shut while I jerked in pleasure. By the end, he had me screaming, and all thoughts of arrogance and Malfoy pride were put out of my mind as little tears traced along my cheeks, while my lips parted and begged for release. His hand was pressed up against the wall beside my head as his other reached for my throbbing length. He gripped it, pumping it slowly while his pace sobered up to match the strokes of his hand. His eyes were on my watery ones, and I heard him whisper how beautiful I was. I sobbed for release, but he wouldn't give it to me. He kept the slow pace for what felt like hours, and I called him " Harry " and begged for it over and over, until my head dropped back against the wall and I resigned myself to taking what he would give. My legs trembled around his waist as he made love to me slowly, lips pressing soft kisses across my chest.
" Please.. " His mouth pressed hotly against a nipple, my eyes shut tightly as I held back the urge to scream for him. " Oh.. Oh God.. " I could feel my back arch for more, eyes trained at the ceiling as my lips parted while he sucked and bit. His hand had stopped, digits wrapped around the upper part of my member, his thumb coaxing heavy droplets of pre cum from the tip and it was all I could do not to burst at the seams with the need to climax. I don't know if he'd planned to, or if Harry Potter was just impulsive like that, but suddenly his hips shot against mine, tearing up my inner walls in a way that had me screaming in pleasure. My breath was gone and the lack of air made the experience even more surreal. I felt it coming, and god, when he finally let me, tears were leaking down my face in a steady flow as I clung to him, eyes shut while I cried out his name. I rocked against him with all of my strength, because I felt I needed it, like I'd die without it, and looking back now, I truly think I did. His eyes were closed too, and I could tell he was waiting for me, because almost as soon as I'd came, he shot into me, lips sealing against mine while he moaned into my mouth, nails digging into my thigh. Hours afterwards, upon closer inspection of my room, I could see little fingertip marks in the marble. Months after, I still marveled at how much strength Harry truly had inside of him.
" I love you, Draco.. More than you'll ever know. " He panted softly, and having pulled his length from my used up and nicely aching body, let me down to the floor. His arms, however, immediately wrapped around my waist and tugged my sagging form against himself.
I wiped my eyes off on his bare shoulder, then tucked my head beneath his chin. " I love you too.. Harry. "
---
I grit my teeth as I sit on my knees at Harry's grave. A single flower in my hand, but it didn't matter. Harry never liked flowers much anyways. Tears are soaking my cheeks, but I dare not let my father see them as he stood behind me, always proud. His lips were forming a sneer at me, and quite possibly the tomb stone in front of my eyes, but I bit my lip and ignored it, and went on shakily, much to my father's dismay. " Harry.. I, I'm so sorry.. You were always there for me, you were a good man.. I just wish I could have been there for you when you needed me the most. "
As it had turned out, when Harry had knocked Voldemort off of his imaginary throne, and showed him just how powerful the light side was, Voldemort had come with a back-up plan. In the end, essence of You-Know-Who's magic trickled into Harry, along with some major personality traits. Harry was diagnosed with a multi-personality disorder in the muggle world, but to everyone in the wizarding world, it was clear that he had dark magic trapped inside of him. Draco had been there, but in the end Harry had made the ultimate sacrifice, and to bluntly put it, had stabbed himself in the heart.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and I really hope it hasn't depressed any of you too much. I'm not used to thinking of Draco as an uke, but hey, I wrote this on impulse and instead of trashing it I thought I'd see what my favorite people at Adulfanfiction thought of it. Well, good luck to me. xD