The Flames of Passion
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The Flames of Passion
A/N: My knowledge of the Fire service in Scotland is okay, but there may be things in this fic that the readers may not understand. I have included a link to a glossary of firefighting terms so you can all see where my information came from. Please also note that in the UK we use 999 for emergency services instead of 911. Fire fighters are all given ‘watch’ names to identify them whilst on shift. Harry’s watch is Red Watch.
http://www.answers.com/topic/glossary-of-firefighting-terms
Thanks to shadow_samurai for the excellent beta work.
Prologue
Hogwarts: Graduation party, 1998
Everything was a blur to Harry as he sat nursing his fourth Firewhisky. His spirits, instead of being high due to finally leaving school, were somewhat rock bottom. It wasn’t the party or the fact that he was sitting alone, more the realization that it was finally over and he didn’t have a clue what he was going to do now. After finally defeating Voldemort a few months before, Harry was at a loss. He had spent every waking hour of his seven years at Hogwarts trying to stay alive and hoping to become an Auror.
Going back to school after the final battle was even more painful, which is the reason he could no longer become an Auror. He didn't pass the necessary N.E.W.T.s. Not that he wouldn't be accepted anyway, it was just the memories he didn't want. So becoming an Auror was out of the question now; he wasn’t even sure if that was his chosen path or not. One thing was certain, though, he wouldn’t miss the wizarding world if he decided to give it all up. He was brought out of his musings by the cold, drawling voice of his long term rival, Draco Malfoy.
“Well, well, Potter. All alone at the ball? I’m surprised your fan club isn’t fawning all over you.”
Harry took another sip of the burning liquid in the glass, determined to ignore Malfoy for as long as possible. He didn't want to get into an arguement with the blond on his last night at Hogwarts. “What do you want, Malfoy? If it’s a fight you‘re after, then you’re out of luck. It’s our final night here and I don’t want to spend it rolling around on the floor with you, so fuck off.” Although the idea of rolling around with Malfoy was something Harry secretly wanted, he tried his best not to show it.
The Slytherin took a step back and let his eyes linger over the brunet for a moment. Harry was wearing a pair of black tight fitting trousers, and a white shirt that had the first three buttons open, showing a glimpse of fine dark hair on his chest. Draco licked his lips, and the scathing remark that had been on the tip of his tongue before he started ogling Potter suddenly changed to…
“I wouldn’t mind rolling around on the floor with you, Pot… er, Harry,” he said, a blush rising slowly on his cheeks.
Harry dropped his glass and jumped up from his chair, stumbling a little due to his intake of alcohol. His eyes scanned the Great Hall, hoping to land on his two best friends, but they were probably off snogging somewhere. Taking a few seconds to compose himself, Harry leaned in close to Malfoy, causing an unexpected shiver to run through his body.
“Meet me outside, down by the lake, in five minutes. And you better come alone, Malfoy.”
Draco’s jaw dropped to floor and he nodded in agreement before turning and stalking out of the Hall. Harry spotted Ron’s lanky frame at the buffet table, loading his plate with as much food as he could fit on it, as usual. Taking one last look around at the house flags and decorations, he joined his friend at the table.
“Hey, Ron, where’s Hermione?”
Ron swallowed a piece of chicken and waved the half eaten leg in the direction of the dance floor. “Dancing wiff Loony. Want some?” The red-head shoved the plate under Harry’s nose, but he shook his head.
Harry’s throat felt like it had suddenly closed up and he could feel hot prickly tears in his eyes. The thought of leaving his friends and Hogwarts behind was just too much for the brunet. This was his home; he had nowhere else to go. The Burrow was out of the question, since the Weasleys had decided to join Charlie in Romania. There were far too many memories there of Ginny.
Poor, sweet little Ginny. Harry had distinctly told her to stay away from the battlefield and once it was all over, they could talk. He wanted to tell her that, although she was pretty, loveable and had a body to die for, she just wasn’t his type. Her body was not masculine enough. Harry discovered halfway through his fifth year that girls didn’t do it for him anymore. Maybe it was because of the failed kiss he had shared with Cho, or maybe it was just the fact that he had been secretly eyeing up Malfoy at every opportunity. And how could he resist? The Slytherin was gorgeous. The reason Harry enjoyed their fights so much was because it got a reaction from the blond, and he could also touch him whilst they were pushing and shoving each other.
But right now, his only thoughts were with the Weasleys. Ginny had lost her life that night after she had disobeyed Harry’s orders to stay away from the battle. He would come for her once it was over. Ginny decided to tell Harry how she felt, ran into the middle of a heated duel with Malfoy senior and Tonks, and yelled to Harry that she loved him and would die for him. That was Voldemort’s cue to strike her dead with a muttered AK. Harry took him out seconds later, then collapsed exhausted and weeping on the grass.
Ron and Hermione hadn’t blamed Harry at all, they said Ginny was brave and died like a true Gryffindor. It didn’t make Harry feel any better, though. He just added her to the endless list of people who had died at the hands of Voldemort because of him. Now the Weasleys had nothing keeping them at the Burrow and they would be leaving the following day.
“I just wanted to say goodbye, Ron. I’m tired and… I… well, I have to think about where I’m going to live when we leave here tomorrow. So… this is it, huh?” Harry tried to hold back the tears, but it was to no avail. Ron noticed and immediately stepped up to his friend, pulling him into a crushing hug.
“We’ll keep in touch, Harry. Once we’re settled in Romania, you could maybe come and visit. We’ll miss you, but you won’t be far from our thoughts.” Harry nodded in understanding and wiped the tears from his face. “You know…” Ron continued, “I think you’d do well in the Muggle world, working as a police officer, or something. You seem to have a passion for saving people, and the Muggle world would suit you.”
Harry grinned at his friend and muttered a quiet, ‘yeah, maybe,’ before telling Ron to say goodbye to Hermione for him, and he left the Great Hall.
Malfoy was waiting by the lake as Harry expected, and he was alone. Once the formal greetings were over, the two sat on the bank, feet trailing in the murky water, and talked for hours. Harry learned that Draco never hated him. It was an act because of his father. He said Harry was always in his thoughts, even at night when he was dreaming. Harry smiled at that. Draco had apologized for the way he had treated Harry over the years. Harry was stunned when the blond confessed to harbouring strong feelings for him, but it was the words that followed which left Harry breathless.
“So many times, I just wanted to grab you, kiss you, and shove you against the nearest wall and bury myself deep inside you, Harry. That’s how I’ve felt all those times and it’s been frustrating, let me tell you.” Harry’s mouth was agape and Draco took the opportunity to lean in and steal a kiss.
After what seemed like hours, two sweaty, sated bodies lay side by side on a Transfigured blanket, breathing fast and grinning like two love sick school girls. Harry was the first to break the silence.
“Draco, I… hell, that was fantastic. You do realize you were my first.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement that made Draco’s stomach twist. How could he have been so stupid? He’d just opened his legs and let Harry take him; it was his plan, after all, but not to hurt the brunet. He just hoped the potion had worked. He wished they could stay like this forever, but knew that it couldn’t happen. He wanted Harry in every way he could have him. And now, he was going to lose the one thing in his life that he had craved for so long.
“Harry, we can’t see each other again. I’m sorry.” Draco didn’t wait to see what Harry’s reaction would be. Instead, he grabbed his clothes and started to quickly dress. But Harry seemed to have caught on, judging by the angry look on his face.
“WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. SAY?”
“I… I’m betrothed to Pansy; we’re getting married in August. Harry, I’m sorry. I wanted this, I want us, but it isn’t going to happen. Please forgive me. I’ll never forget tonight, it will be one of those beautiful memories to cherish forever. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Harry. I’m just sorry it has had to end so…” Draco never got the chance to finish. Harry lunged at him, knocking him to the ground, anger and betrayal flashing in his fiery green eyes.
“You bastard. You tell me now, after I’ve fucked you, that it should never have happened?! I hope you rot in hell, you piece of scum, I hate you!”
Draco felt the tears as they sprung forth, and sobbed into his hands pitifully. “I wanted this, Harry. I want you, but I can’t have you. Don’t you understand? My father has had this planned out for years. Please, don’t hate me. I… I love you. Not Pansy, you, Harry. I just wish… oh hell!”
Harry took a few minutes to calm himself down. He could tell that Draco was telling the truth, but he just felt so hurt. If he had known that piece of information before he stuck his cock in Draco’s arse, then maybe he wouldn’t be feeling so bad.
Harry pulled Draco up from the cold ground and wrapped his arms around the trembling body. “I’m sorry I said those horrible things to you, Draco. It’s just that I feel so used now. I gave you the one thing I’ve managed to keep intact for so long, until the right person came along, and now? God, I… look, I’d better go. Thanks for tonight; I will always remember it too.” He placed a soft kiss on Draco’s cheek, and then left the Slytherin alone with his thoughts.
“I fuckin’ hate you, Father!” Draco shouted before making his way back to the castle for the very last time.
Harry left Hogwarts that night, opting to stay at Grimmauld Place until he sorted out his head. At least he had managed to shag Malfoy. But that would remain a distant memory. He would probably never see the blond again, and although that thought hurt more than Harry was willing to let on, he knew it was for the best. It was time to move on.
TBC
http://www.answers.com/topic/glossary-of-firefighting-terms
Thanks to shadow_samurai for the excellent beta work.
Prologue
Hogwarts: Graduation party, 1998
Everything was a blur to Harry as he sat nursing his fourth Firewhisky. His spirits, instead of being high due to finally leaving school, were somewhat rock bottom. It wasn’t the party or the fact that he was sitting alone, more the realization that it was finally over and he didn’t have a clue what he was going to do now. After finally defeating Voldemort a few months before, Harry was at a loss. He had spent every waking hour of his seven years at Hogwarts trying to stay alive and hoping to become an Auror.
Going back to school after the final battle was even more painful, which is the reason he could no longer become an Auror. He didn't pass the necessary N.E.W.T.s. Not that he wouldn't be accepted anyway, it was just the memories he didn't want. So becoming an Auror was out of the question now; he wasn’t even sure if that was his chosen path or not. One thing was certain, though, he wouldn’t miss the wizarding world if he decided to give it all up. He was brought out of his musings by the cold, drawling voice of his long term rival, Draco Malfoy.
“Well, well, Potter. All alone at the ball? I’m surprised your fan club isn’t fawning all over you.”
Harry took another sip of the burning liquid in the glass, determined to ignore Malfoy for as long as possible. He didn't want to get into an arguement with the blond on his last night at Hogwarts. “What do you want, Malfoy? If it’s a fight you‘re after, then you’re out of luck. It’s our final night here and I don’t want to spend it rolling around on the floor with you, so fuck off.” Although the idea of rolling around with Malfoy was something Harry secretly wanted, he tried his best not to show it.
The Slytherin took a step back and let his eyes linger over the brunet for a moment. Harry was wearing a pair of black tight fitting trousers, and a white shirt that had the first three buttons open, showing a glimpse of fine dark hair on his chest. Draco licked his lips, and the scathing remark that had been on the tip of his tongue before he started ogling Potter suddenly changed to…
“I wouldn’t mind rolling around on the floor with you, Pot… er, Harry,” he said, a blush rising slowly on his cheeks.
Harry dropped his glass and jumped up from his chair, stumbling a little due to his intake of alcohol. His eyes scanned the Great Hall, hoping to land on his two best friends, but they were probably off snogging somewhere. Taking a few seconds to compose himself, Harry leaned in close to Malfoy, causing an unexpected shiver to run through his body.
“Meet me outside, down by the lake, in five minutes. And you better come alone, Malfoy.”
Draco’s jaw dropped to floor and he nodded in agreement before turning and stalking out of the Hall. Harry spotted Ron’s lanky frame at the buffet table, loading his plate with as much food as he could fit on it, as usual. Taking one last look around at the house flags and decorations, he joined his friend at the table.
“Hey, Ron, where’s Hermione?”
Ron swallowed a piece of chicken and waved the half eaten leg in the direction of the dance floor. “Dancing wiff Loony. Want some?” The red-head shoved the plate under Harry’s nose, but he shook his head.
Harry’s throat felt like it had suddenly closed up and he could feel hot prickly tears in his eyes. The thought of leaving his friends and Hogwarts behind was just too much for the brunet. This was his home; he had nowhere else to go. The Burrow was out of the question, since the Weasleys had decided to join Charlie in Romania. There were far too many memories there of Ginny.
Poor, sweet little Ginny. Harry had distinctly told her to stay away from the battlefield and once it was all over, they could talk. He wanted to tell her that, although she was pretty, loveable and had a body to die for, she just wasn’t his type. Her body was not masculine enough. Harry discovered halfway through his fifth year that girls didn’t do it for him anymore. Maybe it was because of the failed kiss he had shared with Cho, or maybe it was just the fact that he had been secretly eyeing up Malfoy at every opportunity. And how could he resist? The Slytherin was gorgeous. The reason Harry enjoyed their fights so much was because it got a reaction from the blond, and he could also touch him whilst they were pushing and shoving each other.
But right now, his only thoughts were with the Weasleys. Ginny had lost her life that night after she had disobeyed Harry’s orders to stay away from the battle. He would come for her once it was over. Ginny decided to tell Harry how she felt, ran into the middle of a heated duel with Malfoy senior and Tonks, and yelled to Harry that she loved him and would die for him. That was Voldemort’s cue to strike her dead with a muttered AK. Harry took him out seconds later, then collapsed exhausted and weeping on the grass.
Ron and Hermione hadn’t blamed Harry at all, they said Ginny was brave and died like a true Gryffindor. It didn’t make Harry feel any better, though. He just added her to the endless list of people who had died at the hands of Voldemort because of him. Now the Weasleys had nothing keeping them at the Burrow and they would be leaving the following day.
“I just wanted to say goodbye, Ron. I’m tired and… I… well, I have to think about where I’m going to live when we leave here tomorrow. So… this is it, huh?” Harry tried to hold back the tears, but it was to no avail. Ron noticed and immediately stepped up to his friend, pulling him into a crushing hug.
“We’ll keep in touch, Harry. Once we’re settled in Romania, you could maybe come and visit. We’ll miss you, but you won’t be far from our thoughts.” Harry nodded in understanding and wiped the tears from his face. “You know…” Ron continued, “I think you’d do well in the Muggle world, working as a police officer, or something. You seem to have a passion for saving people, and the Muggle world would suit you.”
Harry grinned at his friend and muttered a quiet, ‘yeah, maybe,’ before telling Ron to say goodbye to Hermione for him, and he left the Great Hall.
Malfoy was waiting by the lake as Harry expected, and he was alone. Once the formal greetings were over, the two sat on the bank, feet trailing in the murky water, and talked for hours. Harry learned that Draco never hated him. It was an act because of his father. He said Harry was always in his thoughts, even at night when he was dreaming. Harry smiled at that. Draco had apologized for the way he had treated Harry over the years. Harry was stunned when the blond confessed to harbouring strong feelings for him, but it was the words that followed which left Harry breathless.
“So many times, I just wanted to grab you, kiss you, and shove you against the nearest wall and bury myself deep inside you, Harry. That’s how I’ve felt all those times and it’s been frustrating, let me tell you.” Harry’s mouth was agape and Draco took the opportunity to lean in and steal a kiss.
After what seemed like hours, two sweaty, sated bodies lay side by side on a Transfigured blanket, breathing fast and grinning like two love sick school girls. Harry was the first to break the silence.
“Draco, I… hell, that was fantastic. You do realize you were my first.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement that made Draco’s stomach twist. How could he have been so stupid? He’d just opened his legs and let Harry take him; it was his plan, after all, but not to hurt the brunet. He just hoped the potion had worked. He wished they could stay like this forever, but knew that it couldn’t happen. He wanted Harry in every way he could have him. And now, he was going to lose the one thing in his life that he had craved for so long.
“Harry, we can’t see each other again. I’m sorry.” Draco didn’t wait to see what Harry’s reaction would be. Instead, he grabbed his clothes and started to quickly dress. But Harry seemed to have caught on, judging by the angry look on his face.
“WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. SAY?”
“I… I’m betrothed to Pansy; we’re getting married in August. Harry, I’m sorry. I wanted this, I want us, but it isn’t going to happen. Please forgive me. I’ll never forget tonight, it will be one of those beautiful memories to cherish forever. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Harry. I’m just sorry it has had to end so…” Draco never got the chance to finish. Harry lunged at him, knocking him to the ground, anger and betrayal flashing in his fiery green eyes.
“You bastard. You tell me now, after I’ve fucked you, that it should never have happened?! I hope you rot in hell, you piece of scum, I hate you!”
Draco felt the tears as they sprung forth, and sobbed into his hands pitifully. “I wanted this, Harry. I want you, but I can’t have you. Don’t you understand? My father has had this planned out for years. Please, don’t hate me. I… I love you. Not Pansy, you, Harry. I just wish… oh hell!”
Harry took a few minutes to calm himself down. He could tell that Draco was telling the truth, but he just felt so hurt. If he had known that piece of information before he stuck his cock in Draco’s arse, then maybe he wouldn’t be feeling so bad.
Harry pulled Draco up from the cold ground and wrapped his arms around the trembling body. “I’m sorry I said those horrible things to you, Draco. It’s just that I feel so used now. I gave you the one thing I’ve managed to keep intact for so long, until the right person came along, and now? God, I… look, I’d better go. Thanks for tonight; I will always remember it too.” He placed a soft kiss on Draco’s cheek, and then left the Slytherin alone with his thoughts.
“I fuckin’ hate you, Father!” Draco shouted before making his way back to the castle for the very last time.
Harry left Hogwarts that night, opting to stay at Grimmauld Place until he sorted out his head. At least he had managed to shag Malfoy. But that would remain a distant memory. He would probably never see the blond again, and although that thought hurt more than Harry was willing to let on, he knew it was for the best. It was time to move on.
TBC