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Long Strides to a Short Walk	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11
- 9
- 10
- 11
D/H

Slashfiction

Rated PG-13 to NC-17

Long Strides to a Short Walk

By

Emerald Grey

PLEASE:

See Chapter One and Two for any

Disclaimers, Warnings and Dedications.

Songs: Rest (in Pieces) Always

By the group: Saliva

*~^^**Chapter 9-B **^^~*

'Same day, earlier that morning'

Re was having a lovely dream. Ti was kissing him, those warm full lips gently brushing

against his own as he reached down to...ohh, Merlin!

With a little start, he opens his eyes, only to find himself gently bumping noses, as the lush lips of his little 'dream demon' claim him.

Finishing the kiss, Ti smirked, "Good Morning lover. Sleep well?" He inquired, with that adorable head tilt that Re knew and loved so much.

Licking his own kiss-swollen lips, Re nods enthusiastically, reaching up to pull Ti closer.

As his hand wandered slowly down, the long fingers that pause to cup and gently massage the slightly building bulge, are now poised to unbuckle Ti's belt, were firmly stayed.

Pulling back, Ti negatively shakes his silky blonde head.

"Remember Luv, we have to be there by 9:00 am. It's 7:45 am already. You still need to get ready. If you hurry, we can grab.."

His words quickly cut off as Re shot up out of bed.

"Shit, Ti!" He bellows, throwing off the black satin sheets and dashing for the loo.

Smirking, Ti saunters into the room, and perches on the edge of the tub, watching his lover scramble to shower, fumble to shave, and then stumble out of the room to get dressed in record time.

Again he marvels at Re's stubborn insistence of doing things the 'Muggle' way.

Glancing down at his silver Wizard Rolex watch, which was a birthday present from his 'Mummy,' Ti's mercury eyes sparkle as he informs Re, "Hmm, 15 minutes. Impressive."

Mock glaring at his impish lover, Re childishly sticks out his tongue while simultaneously fastening his belt buckle, and slipping into his shoes.

Ti's grin melted into an evil smirk.

Grabbing his bratty boyfriend by one arm, he pulls Re swiftly up against his broad chest, and quickly smacks his pert behind, making a loud *POP* against his round, tight, blue-jean clad arse.

Ti snickered softly as Re pushed him away to reach behind himself to gingerly rub at his

backside.

Mere moments later, the aqua glare turns smoky blue as Ti gathers Re into his strong arms claiming the soft full lips of his lover.

Kissing away that adorable pout, Ti snickered into the kiss.

With a yelp, quicksilver eyes widen as the deed is impishly reciprocated.

'Same day, just later that morning'

"Wow, Ti, I can't believe this! It's gonna be, wow!"

"Yes Luv, it most certainly will be." 'Same day, but late afternoon'

"Merlin Ti! I can't BELIEVE I let you talk me into this!"

"But Re, you'll look even MORE shaggable."

"So will you, but, um, don't you think it's a bit, well, much?"

"Nonsense, I'm just doing what Papa said. Now, come on Luv, let's do this, then grab a bite to eat because I'm starving; all of this excitement has me a bit knackered as well."

As they are exiting the shop, Ti glares with personal affront, when Muggles as well as the hidden Wizards and Witches blending into the busy London crowd, dared to look at his lover or himself in 'that way'.

Re just giggled, smacking Ti on the arm when he changed his mind about dining out.

"Hmm," he purrs, pulling Ti around a corner.

Standing on tiptoe, soft lips brushing the gentle curve of his moody lover's pink ear shell, Re whispers softly, "Well, we DO have room service waiting for us at our disposal."

Ti shuddered as that wicked tongue tip grazed against his lobe, causing him to moan.

Both boys share a secret smile. Interlacing left hands as slender fingertips are raised, two right thumbs touch the indent of two heart-shaped stones hanging off of two slender silver necklaces.

The teenage girl in the upstairs building that had been enjoying their brief show, blinks, removes her glasses, and rubs frantically at her eyes.

After giving her specs a quick wipe with the edge of her shirt, she replaces them once more, squeaking softly.

It was like the two hotties had simply vanished.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Look at me, my depth perception must be off again...'

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"Draco," Blaise Zabini said, snapping his slender fingers in front of the distracted Slytherin's aquiline nose, while his own eyes were trained on someone across the room.

"Wha? Zabini! get your fingers out of my face, unless you wish to loose them, hmm?"

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'Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did... It has not healed with time...It just shot down my spine...'

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'Dammit! Now I can't see Harry!'

Mentally Draco wills Longbottom to move out of the way of his age-old favorite pass time: Harry Watching.

A sport Draco has spent years perfecting.

Since age 11, he had sulked around corridors, and corners. He even went so far

as peering at the aloof dark haired boy from inside empty abandoned classroom windows.

If there had been a Tri-Wizard tournament for Harry Watching, he'd of won the bloody cup, because he knew the elusive Gryffindor like a book.

For instance, he knew Harry was nibbler who didn't like his food to touch, and would spend more time pushing it into little piles on his plate than eating it.

But, this afternoon, when the boy had seemed to be inhaling his lunch of slapped together food, Draco was beginning to pick up on something.

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'You look so beautiful tonight, reminds me how you laid us down and gently smiled, before you destroyed my life...'

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And, that something was this...

All was not right in Harry's world, and it saddened him that he was partly to blame.

MERLIN, but that boy had a temper...

Draco's thoughts of what he did wrong, swam around in his mind, gently becoming tangled with forbidden ones as well.

'Like that oh... so...petal soft mouth, or those fathomless green pools...'

'Eyes he could just look into forever...'

Totally ignoring everything, and everyone else around him, his hand stilled; his long slender fingers were holding his fork poised upright in a mound of fluffy mashed potatoes. And dammit, now he was as stiff and standing as his utensil!

As Draco contemplated the many other things that had been troubling him lately, his too bright eyes were trained on former enemy territory, as he now had a full view of his, 'favorite mistake...'

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'Would you find it in your heart, to make this go away, And let me rest in pieces...'

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He tried to catch the green-eyed boy's attention by staring right at him, but Harry refused to even look his way.

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'Would you find it in your heart? To make this go away, and let me rest in pieces...'

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Draco recognised that stubborn set of the smaller boy's jaw.

Warily he pondered, 'Well I should, because from the first time I laid my eyes on

him, after I made that crack about Hagrid, he'd given me that same hate-filled stare,

that little chin jutting just so.' Draco recalled fondly.

Absently, Draco now toyed with his food, wondering with a tiny grin, just which of their children would inherit that famous Potter temper.

Sighing so loudly, that even Blaise raised a dark blonde brow, he thought,

'Merlin Potter, just bloody look at me!'

And then his heart did a twist, as just watching that surly glower evolve into the soft sweet smile the boy was now giving to his friends, and the knife turned.

Emotions, as quick as a snitch, strong as a bludger, slamming into him so hard,

as he watched helplessly the sexy way Harry licked at the edge of his full mouth to remove a spot of gravy.

'MERLIN!'

Draco gasp, as he recalled how that innocent action reminded him of the sultry way Harry had tasted another substance, when after giving him that mind-blowing-blow job, he had stared straight into Draco's soul, while playfully cleaning off his fingers.

Sticking one long slim digit at a time in his mouth, wrapping those full lips around them, and moaning sweetly, Draco had cum yet again, only this time without even being touched!

Memories of that subtle move had Draco even more hard, and left him wanting.

Deeply craving that which he could only see and remember, dropping his fork, and pushing back his plate, he put both hands on his silky blonde head, his elbows resting heavily on the table.

Not giving a rat's arse about proper manners at that point, and telling Pansy so when she admonished him, Draco had shocked her with a two fingered salute.

He had written his Father, searching for advice, as he was out of bloody options, and he truly did not know how much more of Harry's hot and cold attitude he could face.

Every time he handed Harry an olive branch, the boy looked like he just wanted to shove the bloody thing way up Draco's arse, as far as it would go. Harry had even went out of his way to humiliate him, by doing the unheard of.

Even Weasley and Granger had questioned him disapprovingly. But Harry had told them to, quote: "Bloody mind your own fucking business and shove off!"

Luckily for Draco though, he recognised this strange behaviour for what it was.

Harry Potter was scared. And, he was running scared too.

Sighing again, Draco hoped his family owl arrived soon, because tonight, he and the black-haired God of Gryffindor, were going have it out.

No more secrets, no more lies. Tonight, ALL of his questions would be answered.

Even if he had to tie Harry Potter to the bloody edge of the Astronomy Tower to get them!

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'Look at me, my depth perception must be off again, You got much closer than I thought you did...'

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Stabs of white-hot jealousy shot through him as he watched Harry flirt, and tease his friends, even going so far as to place his slender hand gently on the broad shoulder of that cad Finnegan.

Draco growled low in his throat, as he observed Potter snicker, and then throw back his dark silky head and laugh as if he hadn't a care in the world.

So busy staring at his obsession, Draco didn't see the worried looks passed between his fellow Slytherins.

Nor did he catch the sultry one Blaise Zabini sent Ron Weasley's way, as picking up his spoon, sultry, dark, crystal-blue eyes slammed into wide light-blue orbs.

Ron almost fell off of his seat, as he watched the naughty blonde Slytherin boy stick out his little pink tongue.

Staring straight into his soul, he slowly... licked... the pale white, fluffy topping off of the spoon's tip. His tongue curling, and swirling, smirking, he sent the boy a challenging arched brow.

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'I'm in your reach... You held me in your hands...'

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'Bloody Hell, stop staring at me!'

Harry Potter silently willed Draco Malfoy, as he felt that censured silver glare rip right through his heart.

Harry sighed loudly as he began to once more pile up his plate, giving the entire Gryffindor table a repeat of that afternoon's spectacle of,

'THE- BOY-WHO-LIVED-TO-EAT.'

Shooting Ron a weird look, as the boy now had half of a bread stick down his throat, he shrugged.

He then winced as Hermione smacked the redhead; and then his eyes widened comically.

His mouth rounded to an 'o' as he watched Ron choke a bit, before removing the edible phallic symbol from between his lips, setting it on the edge of his plate, his head bowed, as his ears pinkened.

His own face felt a bit flush as he listened to Seamus rib Dean good-naturedly about Ron's 'hidden talents'.

At Dean's indignant squeak and retorts about someone bunking with Hagrid, followed by a slight gagging sound, Harry shook his head. He rationalized Seamus must have bet his moody lover to try and top Ron's attempt.

Sighing, he closed his eyes briefly, before deciding to pay closer attention to his food, instead of the antics of his friends, or the annoying Slytherin Git across the room.

Picking up his fork, Harry tried, as casually as possible, to eat.

At Hermione�s sharp bark of, "Posture!" Harry sat up straight, mindful of his manners.

He had learned long ago, that a pissed-off Hermione was a very frightening sight to behold.

Smiling his sweetest smile at 'Mione' and the rest of his friends, he began to eat, forcing the tasteless food down his throat.

His focus was now once again where it should have been, trained on his plate, and NOT on Draco bloody Malfoy.

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'But would you find it in your heart? To make this go away...And let me rest in pieces...'

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But, memories of Draco, and the embarrassing way he, himself, had acted the rest of the afternoon, just wouldn't leave his mind.

After coming to the heartbreaking conclusion that he needed to put the stops on Draco's blossoming attraction for him, Harry had tried everything, every way he knew to make the Slytherin feel un- wanted, un-welcomed as it were.

He went so far as to speak as if he wasn't in the room, and even stooping so low as to speak rudely about him to the other Slytherins. Who, he might add, had done fair impressions of fish without water, especially Parkinson, who had resembled a pug-faced trout.

Unfortunately, his bad behaviours had not gone unnoticed, which of course had 'Mione' and Ron shooting him down with their feelings and thoughts on personal and House Loyalty and all that bloody rot!

'Fuck Them!'

But, to his credit, Draco had just smirked, and insisted on helping Harry with his books, and all of the parchments to every bloody assignment they both were now behind on.

By the days end, Harry Potter look like a prenatal bitch, a downright cad, and a wanker, in front of every Professor, and all of the Houses, while Draco Malfoy came out smelling like a bloody rose!

Their silent stares, disapproving glances, those painful reminders of his Second Year, made him want to stomp his small foot, scream, and wrench out his hair!

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'Would you find it in your heart? To make this go away...And let me rest in pieces...'

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By the end of the day, his popularity, as well as his House had suffered from the many tantrums he'd thrown, when, at his wit's end, he'd verbally blasted the over-protective Slytherin, and the air in the hall should of turned blue with his numerous swear words.

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'Would you find it in your heart... to make this go away, and let me rest in pieces?...'

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Even the portrait's wouldn't look at him now, not even the one inside his own Common Room door, the Fat Lady.

In fact, after his last class, he'd almost been late to the evening meal, because she had turned her broad back on him, giving him a cold ghostly shoulder. She then gave him a thorough scolding, wagging her chubby bejewelled finger, her black eyes flashing and her ample bosom heaving.

He'd never been happier to see Seamus! The flirtatious boy had used his bawdy Irish charms, laying them on thick, to coax her to open up her portal door.

Soon, he had her wide white lace fan coquettishly fluttering, and her helplessly giggling and brightly blushing, and she totally ignored Harry when he then quickly slipped inside to bathe and change for Dinner.

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'Would you find it in your heart? To make this go away...And let me rest in pieces...'

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But, even in the privacy of a shower, images of himself and the sexy Slytherin God, slithered around in his mind.

Twisting and turning, those hot and sultry feelings took him down and under so far, so damn deep, it felt as if he were slowly drowning.

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'Would you find it in your heart...To make this go away...And let me rest in pieces?...'

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Choking back dry sobs as he wrapped his hand around his unavoidable *Draco* induced erection, Harry bit down hard on his soft bottom lip.

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'Would you find it in your heart? Would you let me rest in pieces?...'

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Closing his eyes, Harry's long black lashes spiked as his tears fell, mingling with the soft spray of the shower head.

He stood with his forehead resting against the white tiled wall, one hand above his head to brace himself, his forearm resting lightly, while his other hand wrapped firmly around his pulsing cock.

Now, even the slightest movement caused him to moan deeply.

His thumb slowly caressing the wet slit, his trembling fingertips were barely circling the crown of his cock as they moved rapidly up and down the throbbing thick length, increasing in speed with each firm tug.

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'Would you find it in your heart? Would you let me rest in pieces?...'

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The beating rhythm of the hot spray of water soon had Harry gasping for breath as he came hard.

Long thick jets of creamy pearlescent cum was now running down his still flat abdomen, melting into the thundering deluge above him, as rivulets of water sloshed downward.

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'Would you find it in your heart? Would you let me rest in pieces?...'

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Wordlessly, he watched, as the run-off swirled, disappeared down the silver drain.

His head now bent, he let the warmth seep deeper into his tanned skin, as soft as Draco's touch...

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'Would you find it in your heart? would you let me rest in pieces?...'

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One thought though kept playing through his mind.

Over and over, like a mantra.

With no one around however, his thoughts soon found a voice.

'Why, why, oh why, won't Draco let me be? he's tormented me and my friends for how many bloody years now?! And, just because of some fucking potion, and now, JUST because BOTH of us are pregnant, NOW he wants to 'make nice'??!! BLOODY HELL!!!' he screamed, feeling so lost and so all alone.

He truly didn't know what to do...

'Girls, both Muggle and Witch go through this, NOT bloody boys! Merlin! I'm not even 17 yet! Sure I want children, lots of em, but, I didn't plan on ME having them! This is like a bloody nightmare, like out of that Muggle TV show, The Twilight-Zone!'

Feeling silly, he reined in his words, mulling over them once more in his thoughts.

'Was Draco really sincere? Did her TRULY care for Harry? Or, was it just the potion, and that damned Malfoy pride, that had brought on this sudden change of heart? And MERLIN! That first night in the hospital, he had even proposed to him too! Speaking of...'

'Heh...'

As an evil thought rolled around and crossed his mind, he quickly squashed it.

As much of a little git as Colin was, no one deserved to be in a loveless marriage. No, not even that little wanker Creevy.

After sudsing up & washing off his lean body, then washing, rinsing & conditioning his hair, Harry slowly towelled off, his mind still swirling from confusing thoughts of Draco Malfoy.

Dressing quickly, he walked briskly downstairs through the common room, and out of the portal door, totally ignoring the blustering Fat Lady.

And, now, here he sat, feeling like a specimen, or some rare substance stuffed into one of Professor Snape's many potion ingredient bottles.

And Draco is looking at him like he wants him for dessert! 'Merlin, could his life get any more fucked up?'

'Hmm,' He pondered, 'on to plan two then.'

Smiling sweetly at a shocked Seamus Finnegan, he put one hand on the other boy's broad shoulder.

"Seam? I just wanted to thank you, ya know, for um, helping me out with the Fat Lady. You were quite the charmer Mate. Besides, She was being quite the bitch, huh?"

Seamus smiled at the unexpected compliment from the smaller boy, and replied,

"No worries there Harry." Shrugging he added,

"Sides, it's the least I can do, after you helped me out this morning."

Giving his flustered boyfriend a leer, and bawdy wink, Seamus smirked knowingly. Harry giggled, and looked right at Dean.

'Hmm, who knew a black boy could blush like that?'

"Finnegan!" Dean admonished with a sound *Thwap!* to his laughing boyfriend's arm.

"Stop bloody telling everyone about our bleedin' sex life!"

Ron, who was just about to take a huge bite of his mashed potatoes, nods his head vigorously mumbling, "Yes, please do, some of us are bloody trying to eat here!"

Thwapping him hard on his shoulder, Hermione hisses, "Manners!"

"But honey," Seamus implores pitifully, then grins as Dean chucks a roll at him.

Snagging it out of the air, impressing everyone in his House, he winks, and says, "Harry is family!"

Grinning, he sinks his teeth into it slowly, loving the way Dean moans.

Harry, looking around him smiles, Seamus was right, yes, this was his family.

Sighing happily, he resumes eating.

Picking up his golden goblet of pumpkin juice, his lips barely touching the rim, he gasps at the beautiful golden brown falcon now sweeping it's way toward him.

Gracefully, the bird swoops down, gently landing at the edge of the table, by his plate.

Sitting down his drink, Harry carefully removes the grey note that is tied with a slim silver cord from it's little lifted leg.

Feeling the weight of every stare from everyone in the Great Hall, Harry frowns slightly as he absently feeds the bird a piece of his chicken, then slowly unrolls the parchment.

Draco was elated! At least he had some comfort in the fact that the boy was reading his message and not setting it on fire.

He smiled as Ashton, his Father's best falcon winged his way to him, to mooch some

more food.

"What's it say Harry?" Seamus asked around a mouthful of food.

"Manners!" Both Dean and Hermione admonish him, glaring darkly.

Shrugging slightly, Harry looked down and he read the bold flourished print silently,

"Harry, Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight sharp. I have some urgent matters to discuss with you. If you haven't shown yourself by 12:05, make NO mistake, I WILL come find YOU." DM

Scowling, Harry scrunches up his face and the parchment. Shoving the note deep inside the pocket of his robe, glancing up and straight at Malfoy, giving him a brief stiff nod. Then, ignoring the excited whispers, and his friends concerned looks, picking up his fork, he resumes eating, staring right through at Draco the entire time.

Absently feeding Ashton some scraps from his plate, Draco now trained a sharp look

on Harry, watching for any resistance to his written request.

"Cheeky git."

They both thought, each watching each other, as the staring became glaring, neither one backing down.

Severus Snape was elated. No, he was... strangely satisfied.

Not ONLY had he gleefully taken over 250 House points from Gryffindor, due to the amusing antics of their little 'Golden Boy,' he had also single-handedly won the bet.

Hiding an evil grin, he peered over the rim of his steaming tea cup of Earl Grey.

Watching the on-going battle of wills between the Potter brat and his little Dragon, his only regret was the fact that due to Potter's current 'condition,' Luc and Albus' orders were, 'no one was allowed to upset the boy, lest it put the Malfoy Heir he was carrying, as well as the Saviour of the Wizarding World in danger.'

So, a couple of weeks of Harry Potter suffering in a well deserved detention was sadly out of the question.

Sighing, he resigned himself instead to imagine the annoying prat in many interesting scenarios, all of them containing a boiling cauldron of oil, and many devices of torture.

While it wouldn't make up for the years of torture he'd experienced at the hands of the Child's git of a sire, nor the many times he'd been forced to undergo the Cruciatus Curse, due to the Boy's constant blundering's of his Master Lord Voldemort's evil plans, ('Voldie' to those who knew and loathed him well) it would just HAVE to do.

As Potter's green eyed glare kicked up a notch, Draco finally sighed, and turned away to pen a quick note to his Father.

While watching Ashton take flight, winging away into the night, a part of him wanted

to BE him. To fly home to his Father, and hide in the shelter of his strong warm embrace.

Glancing down briefly at his silver Wizard Rolex, a birthday present from his Father, he frowned.

8:45. 'Damn', he thought. 'It seems like it's going to take forever for midnight to arrive.'

Tugging on Minerva's black robes like an evil toddler, a smirking Severus Snape pointedly held out his hand.

Glaring darkly at him, she huffed, reaching into the pocket of her robe. Soon, she is smacking a small black velvet bag full of sickles into his greedy grasp.

Clearing her throat, she then looks over her spectacles at Trelawney, who owlishly blinks.

But, before handing over her own little black bag, the scatter-brained Professor inquires as to the bottle of fire-whiskey they had bet on, insisting passionately that it's not the size that matters, but the strength of the drink.

Silence, and then a look of bewilderment...

And soon there is the sudden outbreak of titters, and choked snickers from around the faculty table.

Both Snape and McGonagall roll their eyes at each other when Trelawney peering at everyone through her thick glasses, innocently asks, "Was it something I said?"

Smirking, Severus leans over, just as Minerva took a sip, hiding her grin at the young Witch behind her cup.

In a silky voice he inquires, "Well that proves the theory that to be a good seer, one must remain virginal. However; as badly as she sucks at it, I'd wager she's been around more than just balls of crystal, don't you agree Professor?"

As the older Witch spluttered and choked on her tea, he sat back, satisfied.

Arranging his robes, he had but one thought: 'It was good to be him.'

After the evening meal, the Great Hall cleared quickly as the students were anxious to get to their homework assignments before bed.

Well...the Ravenclaws seemed to, as they were always the first to leave.

Straggling, the remaining Hufflepuffs, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's made their way out of the large area to return to their Common Rooms.

However; one person lingered behind in the shadows, waiting.

Once spotted, the intended target is suddenly grabbed, only to find themselves being pulled swiftly against a solid chest, as their back is slammed hard against the front of a stranger's body.

The smaller boy lets out a heavy moan as he felt the proof of his abductor's desire twitch thickly against the crack of his bubble butt.

His pert nose was teased with a familiar scent when he relaxed slowly against the firm body. Smirking slightly, he relished the fact that his captor obviously was a Quidditch player.

With a body built that way, he had to be.

As warm full lips were gently pressing against his skin, he shivered as that mouth nuzzled gently at his ear lobes, and then bit down firmly at the juncture between his throat and his shoulder.

He tried to turn around to reciprocate the sensual gestures.

A small burst of hot air brushed against the shell of his ear, causing his legs to buckle and those strong arms to tighten, as a voice softly whispered, "Will you meet me tonight, 11:00 at the top of the Astronomy Tower?"

At his slight nod, the voice continued, a pleased tinge in it's tone. "Good, now, close your eyes, count to 50 before opening them."

And, before he could wrap his mind around it, he was released as quickly as he had

been grabbed.

Shrugging he began counting.

"one"

"two"

"three"

"four"

"five"

"si..." Feeling a bit silly, he decided to face the other person, consequences be damned.

But, as he turned, all he found was an empty hall.

Ron Weasley was in a very good mood.

While he showered, his thoughts of a certain dark blonde boy filled his head until soon, there was a part of him that begged for his attention.

As a slow smile spread across his face from the memory of a pink tongue doing such wicked things to that spoon tonight, his hand drifted South, to move swiftly up and down.

Letting out a low pleasured sigh, his grip became more firm as his orgasm hung suspended off the cliff of his forbidden desires.

Falling heavily against the cold white shower wall, barely restrained passion suddenly flooded his senses, as with a yelp he came, filling the palm of his hand with his own creamy essence.

Harry looked up startled as Ron walked into the dorm room. Whistling a nameless tune, he was absently towel drying his head until his hair stood up in dark auburn spikes.

Catching his breath at the sight, Harry thought the new style made him look rather rakish.

The white towel slung indecently low on his best friend's slim hips, Harry gasped again when Ron just winked at him as he sauntered by, pausing momentarily to stand in front of the mirror.

Grinning at the low wolf-whistle the mirror gave him, Ron then picked up the clothes he'd laid out earlier, up off of his bed, and began to carefully dress.

Raising his brow at the odd choice of clothing and the overly cheerful boy, his curiosity is stroked. "Mighty spruced up there Mate. Where are you off to at this hour?"

Slowly looking Harry up and down, Ron just smirked, as he cheekily replied, "Hmm, I might ask you the same, 'Mate'."

Swallowing hard, Harry squeaked, "Um, detention, er, with Professor Snape, er

for my, um, for my, ah, many outbursts today." He blurted.

Ron, to his credit knew his friend like a bloody book. He also knew something else.

Harry Potter simply could not convincingly lie. He bloody sucked at it.

Now, It could of been because the strict way the Muggles had raised him, or just the fact that he really truly sucked at it, but, a fact was a fact.

An evil smirk quirked up the edge of Ron's generous pink mouth as he replied, "Oh, hmm, is that a fact?"

Now looking straight at the squirming boy he snickered, "Um, since when have you been 'sweet' on Snape?"

Harry blanched, his skin tone becoming lime green as he choked out, "Ron! Why in the HELL would you say, or, or, even think that?!"

Sniffing at the air delicately, breathing in the fruity and woodsy scent, he laughed," Well, since when did you start wearing 'CRAVE' to detention?"

Curious as to how Ron knew of the popular Muggle cologne, and also swearing

that, 'Wild Thestrals couldn't drag the humiliating experience of his meeting the drop-dead-gorgeous Australian Muggle Model turned Actor, Travis Fimmel, out of him,' as well as being mortified that Ron would even think such a thing, about him and their greasy potion's professor, Harry did the only thing he knew how.

He stood, quickly, throwing on his robe. Snatching up his wand, pausing just long enough to stuff his invisibility cloak into the deep pockets of the garment, without even a backwards glance at the giggling redhead, he swiftly left the room.

Astronomy Tower, ten minutes till 11:00.

Blaise was nervous.

Although he had a pretty good idea of who it was that had invited him here, (at least whom he HOPED had done so) still, he needed to be sure.

Hearing approaching footsteps, he quickly ducked back behind a door, so that he was hidden in the shadows. Now, he could see who it was, without them seeing him.

At the sight of Ron Weasley bathed in the moonlight, Blaise's breath caught in his throat.

The tall redhead was standing near the edge of the lookout.

The lower half of his 6 foot 3 inch body looked like it had been poured into the black

skin-tight Muggle jeans that were low slung around his hips.

The upper half of him had Blaise picking up his jaw and wiping his chin.

Jamming his palm into his mouth, he bit down hard to cover his moans.

Ron's hands were now resting on the stone rail, and as he took a deep breath, the movement caused the edge of his tiny black tee-shirt to creep, revealing a glimpse

of a well defined abdomen, a very lickable tummy.

A toned stomach that had a slender strawberry blonde treasure trail that disappeared into the indecently low breeches.

Blaise watched transfixed as the tall boy sighed, looking down his watch.

Not more than a couple of minutes had passed, before he repeated the gesture.

Looking wistfully up at the glowing Moon, he murmured, "I guess it was too good to hope for...and I guess I'll never know..."

Not waiting to let his future slip by one moment more, Blaise took a deep fortifying breath, and stepping into the moonlit area, he softly said, "Hi, I hope you haven't been waiting for very long."

Turning, Ron's breath caught at the heavenly vision before him...

Now bathed in moonlight, Blaise looked like a young God.

His dark-blonde hair was threaded with hundreds of moonbeams that flickered and danced across his skin and clothes, giving him an ethereal and bewitching appearance.

He looked like liquid sex in his too-tight baby-blue crop-top tee, and his snow white button-fly Muggle Levi low riders.

His smile was simply enchanting as he slowly walked over to where Ron was standing.

Looking up at the tall redhead, he caught his full lower lip with his small white upper teeth. Dark blue eyes sparkling with excitement, he reached up slowly to draw down the other boy's mouth to his own.

Softly he whispered against the full lips, "I've been waiting my whole life for this."

Pulling back slightly, he shyly peeked up at the other boy from under his long dark-blonde lashes.

Ron moaned, as he caught up the smaller boy in a huge hug. Burying his nose at the nape of Blaise's neck, he inhaled his citrusy-musky scent, then breathed out, "I've been waiting my whole life, for you."

But, Blaise being the inquisitive little Slytherin that he was, needed some answers first, before he committed his heart any further to the sexy Gryffindor.

Slightly moving out and away from those tempting arms he bit his full bottom lip then tentatively asked,

"But, what about you and Granger? I thought...um I mean, all of her rude little innuendos, and comments. Like that night in your common room, when she verbally attacked me...well, oh and Potter! what about him? I mean, I've heard the rumours, do you have any idea what it's been like for me, all these years to want you, only thinking you were, well, with her, or him, or well, them?"

As Ron watched the play of emotions on the smaller boys face, he inwardly winced, mentally kicking his arse for not having had the guts to of done this sooner.

(Like in first year)

It saddened him as he suddenly realised, all the wasted time he and Blaise had spent, just because neither one had felt brave enough to step forward and claim that which was theirs...To own up to those hidden feelings.

Now, he'd seen a lot of relationships at Hogwarts bloom suddenly with the beauty of a rose on a vine, only to wither and die...as the much needed air of freedom, and healthy soil of communication was denied...soon leading to the lack of moisture...a lack of attention.

If it was one thing his Mother had always insisted on, as well as taught him and his siblings it was this.

In all things, especially in matters of the heart, honesty truly was the very best policy.

Looking down into that sweet trusting face, Ron sighed, feeling the need to

cuddle Blaise closer to his heart.

Telling himself, If he had to see that look of doubt, that sadness on his true love's face for one moment more, well, he was going to ravish that perfect little rosebud mouth until the boy surrendered to him, knowing once and for all, just where Ron's feelings lay.

Reaching out, he caught Blaise's smaller hands in his larger ones.

Drawing him closer, and resting their joined hands on his chest, looking down at the nervous boy, he smiled slightly.

He then began to softly tell him those things he'd kept hidden...Truths tucked deep down and far under, away from not only Blaise, but from himself as well.

He told the boy how he'd always, 'From the first time he's laid eyes on him, wished he'd stepped foreword and introduced himself, just the way Malfoy had attempted to with Harry...But, he'd been ashamed of his hand-me-down robes, his used Muggle clothes.'

Knowing that Malfoy was a friend of the young Slytherin, and having suffered for years from the blonde boy's cruel taunts, he just could not of borne knowing, 'if Blaise had felt the same way, since he was best friend's with his worst enemy.'

Because as he never said a word, one way or the other, he'd just played it close to his chest, taking his feelings for the boy, and locking them deep in his heart.

He had known by the end of first year, he liked boys, and boys only after a botched attempt to kiss Hermione, at her insistence. The mushy way she had pressed her lips to his, drooling more than a Muggle dog, had turned him off to any future exploring with Girls, period.

'And, if he couldn't have the one person he wanted, well, he'd just be alone until he figured a way to win the little blonde boy's heart.'

As for Harry and him? 'Naw, they were just 'Mate's as in a 'best friend's only, kind of way.'

Also? After seeing the handful his little dark haired friend was being to Malfoy, he found himself strangely not only admiring the arrogant blonde Git, but sadly pitying him as well.

Personally? Had Harry behaved toward him the way he was acting toward Malfoy?

'Someone's little butt would be stinging, and that was a fact, bloody baby or no.'

Soon, he felt himself relaxing as the silver tinkle of Blaise's happy laughter caressed his senses.

And, in that moment, in that space of time, Ron knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he'd found his happy ever after.

Crushing firmly against him his crush of the last five years, Both boy's sigh. Their bodies so close, they could feel every sensation as they fit together as one.

As Ron moaned into Blaise's hair, the silky strands tickled his nose, while his hands roaming up and down the sexy boy's slender back, came to rest firmly on that perfectly round arse. Both young men could of put Myrtle to shame as their loud moans filled the air.

Smirking down at his soon-to-be-lover, Ron pulls them even closer, causing both young cocks to harden and twitch, straining at the buttons of their denim cages.

Reaching down to remedy this, his hand is stayed, and Blaise now has a slender finger at his mouth to stave off any questions at the odd behaviour.

A part of him is frustrated, while another part was sad. 'Had he pushed things too far too fast?'

But, soon, with a sigh, relief trickles down his spine, because now he understood; Blaise had heard someone approaching.

But, before he could comment, Blaise was tugging him backwards into the shadows of an abandoned classroom.

His mind full of many things, but one thought kept pressing.

'Just what in the hell was Harry doing here? Had the boy followed him, and if so why?'

Ron, frowning at that implication, wondered, 'Maybe what Blaise had said was true, maybe Harry did fancy him. He certainly had gotten an eye full earlier after he'd come from the showers clad in only his towel.'

Harry Potter was leaning on the stone railing, his Invisibility Cloak now tucked far deep into the pocket of his robes.

His mind was swirling with all that he'd just witnessed. Grateful for the cool breezes that blew against him high here up in the Tower, he undid the silver clasp of his robe, and let it fall to the ground.

'It was bad enough Malfoy had insisted- oh, who was he kidding?- Ordered him here, to discuss something, like, like a bloody Girl, but, now? His emotions were in a whirl because of all that Ron had said, and had not said.'

'The raw intimacy he'd witnessed between his best friend and his new... boyfriend? WTF? What was going on?'

'Because as far as he'd thought, Ron and 'Mione' were together!'

'And, BLOODY HELL, when did that change? Ron had ALWAYS been sweet on Blaise?! Since FIRST YEAR??'

'Poor Hermione! As far as he knew, the Girl was under the same ill-conceived impression. She and Mrs. Weasley were thick as thieves, and last Summer, Hermione had even visited them, staying for several weeks.'

She had been so proud that the older woman had taught her how to knit. Saying slyly that it saved money on clothes, according to Mrs. Weasley.

'Especially children's jumpers.'

Sighing, and looking up at the beautiful evening sky, he wondered, 'When had everything in their young lives become so messy?'

One thing he knew for certain though, he did NOT want to be within 100 feet of the Gryffindor Tower's, when those two 'came out' to her. Come to think of it, OR, if and when they 'came out' to Molly Weasley either.'

Shuddering slightly at THAT scene, glancing down at his watch, he shifted his mind to other matters.

He'd known he'd be early when he'd left the dorm room, eager to be away from his friend's knowing piercing looks, and laughing innuendos.

But, IF what he'd heard was correct? He was not the only one with deep dark secrets, and Ron Weasley was the last one to be tossing stones at the glass houses that held them.

After walking around by the lake for a while, he had sat by the tree, and idly chatted with the Giant Squid.

No one knew it could speak. In fact, Harry himself had found out quite by accident back in second year when after that historical duel with Malfoy, others had thought him to be Voldemort incarnate.

As the shoulders of the other students had gotten colder from his own House, as well as the other House's, he'd run out into the night air, and down to the safety and seclusion of the lake.

Tears streaming down his face, he had dropped exhausted, under the tree that bordered it.

When the tears had run dry, and the sobs had turned to hiccups, he had been surprised to find a little snake silently watching him.

Harry had smiled a watery smile, holding out his hand, letting the little snake slither up to him, to curled up in his palm.

They had shared a lively conversation, then the tiny creature had left.

Feeling once again alone, he'd sat there, running his hands through the soft green grasses, wishing so badly he'd had someone else to talk to, someone who could understand his deep loneliness.

And, when a voice had pierced through his thoughts, filling him with a sudden warmth, Harry had thought he'd truly lost it. Especially when the Sea Monster surfaced, it's reddish-pink tentacles wildly swinging.

It truly was an awesome sight to behold! The Giant Squid was well over 70 feet!

Ever since then, the gentle giant had been a sound board for his most inner thoughts.

As he'd gotten older, he also had found out about the creature's shocking origins as well.

Back when Hogwarts was just newly built, Salazar Slytherin had had an affair, and a dangerously jealous lover in Godric Gryffindor.

As their relationship had been dwindling, unravelling slowly,

He, (Stanley Jeffersone Standish, AKA now the Giant Squid of Hogwarts, and a new transfer student) had been unfortunate enough to of been seduced by the tall, sexy dark haired Slytherin.

Stan had told Harry how he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He had snuck away from his classes early that afternoon to meet his new lover.

It seemed like a romantic enough spot, under a small tree, the beautiful dark-blue ocean fed lake in front of them, a blanket and a small picnic basket full of treats just for them to share.

After eating, and a nice relaxing nude swim, the kissing had turned into more. Soon, he found himself with him on his hands and knees, and Sal ploughing him, nice and hard and deep, just like he loved it.

At Harry's shocked gasp, he'd felt the Squid smirk, and then add, "What? did you honestly think I'd never had sex before?"

Feeling a bit squicked, Harry had thought that was just a bit too much to comprehend at the moment, and had asked for a less graphic rendition of the event.

So, he'd asked the Man trapped in a Monster's body to please continue, sensing that Stan really needed to get this off his, er 'mind'.

Stan had indeed expressed a mental sigh of relief, then had continued with a less sexually graphic version.

He then told Harry, "Both he and Sal had been so lost in their sensual bliss, they had not heard the enraged shout until it was too late.

Soon, he was pulled violently away from his new lover by the strong hands of a very pissed off Godric Gryffindor.

His body froze as he now was finding himself the target of wild magic's from a jealous rage.

In a burst of extremely dark angry energy and wandless magic, Godric had held out his hand, tossing the naked young man into the lake, turning him into what he still was today.

Sal had been so angry, and so shocked. Even after trying in vein to reverse it, he'd given up, and had broke off things with the violent man.

After spending several month's mourning for his cursed younger lover,

He eventually married a Pureblood Witch, left Hogwarts in shame, to live in exile.

The weight of his actions had lay heavy on his shoulders until the day he died.

Upon news of his death, the distraught Gryffindor had locked himself up high in the Astronomy Towers of Hogwarts, and to the horror of his own Wife, had taken his own life by throwing himself off the stone railings edge, down to the sharp rocks below.

What had been left of the body had soon been washed ashore several days later.

Harry had stood then, petting the tentacle that was now wrapped around his shoulder, as he'd tried to think of the most comforting things he knew to console his old friend.

Tonight however; the Squid and he had had their first argument, ever.

Stanley felt he had an insider's view point of the whole situation between Harry and the Prince of Slytherin, because as he's told a surprised Harry, also since second year, Draco Malfoy had taken to sitting under the tree as well, talking out loud about all things, ESPECIALLY, Harry Bloody Potter.

Harry had felt a bit possessive of the Squid by this point and had made the mistake of telling him so.

Demanding to know, 'WHY Stan had spoken with Malfoy like he'd done for years with him, Stanley had primly informed him to get over it and himself. He now had not one but two lives depending on him, as well as the whole damn Wizarding world, himself included!'

He then went on to tell the blustering Gryffindor that, 'He'd even heard Voldemort himself comment on his love of seafood, about how 'squid' was a delicacy.

Harry had felt the Creature's fear slide sickly down his own spine, and his heart went out to the great slimy beast.

Stanley then shared something with the dark haired boy, something no one knew, not even that nosey old fool Dumbledore.

If shown in front of him, on a full Moon, the physical proof of love, AND if that love is returned, and it is pure, honest and true; If both humans touch him at the time of their consummation, then, he would be transformed back to a man, back to the very age he'd once been before the curse.

But, it had to be from humans with the same sexual preferences as him.

He had found the reversal spell through the help of a very beautiful but naughty little Mermaid named Natia whom had her own agenda for wanting to help Stanley...

She'd agreed to help him to find a way out of his curse, if he promised that as soon as he became human, he'd make love to her, so she could become human too, and escape her watery prison.

Alas, Stanley was not only an honest Squid, but a gay one as well.

He had never seen her again...That had been Centuries ago...He'd given up all hope, until he'd met Harry, and Harry's secret crush, Draco.

Patiently, he'd waited for them to grow, to mature, and he'd been so happy as he'd learned of both boy's secret attraction to each other, for the young beautiful Malfoy boy was just as sweet on Harry..

Feeling that Draco and Harry were his last hope of ever becoming human, and after hearing the news, from both boy's, both sides of: The 'Captains Bet from Hades', he'd once again become despondent, and was going to resign himself to his fate.

But, after hearing the musings of Draco, and reading Harry's mind, he knew, in these two, lie his rescue from a watery grave.

Harry sighed loudly, leaning slightly over the stone railing, peering down into the murky depths below, the Moon's bright white light giving an eerie cast to the jagged rocks below.

Cataloguing his thoughts, he rearranged them to make more sense, so he could dwell on each one.

'So, here he stood, 16 bloody years old, pregnant with his best enemies child, who just happened to be the only Heir of the vast Malfoy fortunes...' Harry sighed.

Add that to the weight and fate of the bloody world, both Magical and Muggle, one VERY pissed off Giant Sea Monster, MERLIN, but that Squid could cuss, and fuck all, he still had a slight migraine.

Hmm, now, where was he? Oh, yeah, he'd unwillingly witnessed Ron all but bloody propose to NOT Hermione Granger, the Girl he thought his friend had always been sweet on since First year, BUT to a BOY, a Slytherin boy, Bloody Blaise Zabini!

Wiping a hand over his face exasperatedly, Harry paused, still trying to suss it all out.

Okay, now he knew Ron and Blaise's secrets, and soon, he'd have to deal with whatever shite Malfoy needed to unload on him.

Throwing his hands up in the air he swore.

'GAH! Sometimes, it was enough to drive a bloke barmy!'

His hands fall dejectedly down to his sides. 'Oh, and lets add the guilt that ate at him because tonight it was a full Moon.'

All he and Draco had to do, according to Stan, was to simply show in front of him what both boys were too damn stubborn to share with each other.

Simple, yeah, riiight. Nothing, bloody nothing, concerning Draconis Lucius Malfoy was ever simple...

Only one thing missing that would make this night, this moment a perfectly fucked up one...

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'I hear...a voice say don't be so blind...It's telling me all these things....That you would probably hide...

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"Potter."

'Yup, that about tares it.'

Harry thought, as turning he braced himself to face whatever it was Draco was about to let loose on him. Mentally preparing himself to add it to the already heavy load he now struggled with, schooling his features he coolly replied,

"Malfoy."

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'Am I...your one and only desire...am I the reason you breathe...Or am I the reason you cry...'

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At Draco's obvious hesitancy, Harry became a bit flustered, wishing for nothing more than to turn back the clock, to that very first year, when everything was new and wonderful. OH! To be back in his warm bed, to just hide his head under his covers, and wish it all away...

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'Always...Always...Always....'

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"Really Malfoy, obviously you've got a bug up your arse about something, and I have a feeling it has to do with me, am I correct?"

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'Always...Always....Always...Always...'

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At the continued silence, he went from flustered to pissed off in 0.9 seconds.

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'I Just can't live without you...'

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"Dammit Draco! Stop fucking playing games!" Harry snarled.

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'I love you...I hate you...I can't get around you...'

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His own features a cold mask. But, on the inside, Draco was a mass of jelly. Thoughts racing unchecked through his mind, he felt suddenly unsure of himself, of Harry, of everything...

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'I breathe you...I taste you...I can't live without you...'

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And, Godric HELP him, all he could do was stare at the beautiful picture Harry made.

The towers breezes playing through his black hair, his emerald green eyes snapping with hidden secrets, his skin flushed, all of his anger now directed at Draco; just like old times.

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'I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude...'

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He wanted to say so much, and then nothing at all. He wanted to kiss�Harry...He needed to hug him, and, as the desire to just haul off and hit Harry became stronger with each passing moment...Draco grew more and more confused.

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'I guess that I'm out the door...And now I'm done with you...'

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'Merlin, but the boy could be a frustrating Git!'

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'I feel...like you don't want me around...'

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He had waited patiently for Harry to leave HIS quiet spot under the tree, so he too could suss out the mess that was now his life.

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'I guess I'll pack all my things...I guess I'll see you around...'

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Harry, who had had a bellyful of the rude staring, spat, "Look 'Malfoy' Just bloody spit it out what you've come here tonight to say, so that both of us can bl..Mmmphmpmmmm!"

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'Inside...it bottles up until now...As I walk out your door...All that I can hear is the sound...'

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Draconis Lucius Malfoy had been pushed to his absolute limits!

His senses explode as thoughts of Harry... the smell of Harry...Merlin, even the taste of Harry, was now permanently etched in Draco's memories.

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'Always...always...always...always...always...always...always...'

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Feeling wild, reckless, caught up in the beauty of the Moonlight that dusted Harry's

enchanting skin, causing it to sparkle; held him spellbound.

Drinking in the picture he made, standing there so indignant, so cocky, his Quidditch toned chest and abdomen apparent with every angry breath he drew, as by the light of the Moon, his too tight red baby tee was practically see-through.

Draco's mouth went dry as he watched those small nipples pucker and harden, now poking hard against the soft cotton.

So, in the middle of the next tirade that fell from those luscious lips, Draco quickly stepped forward, grabbing up the smaller boy, and hauling him hard against his chest.

Tilting his slim hips, he ground his throbbing cock hard against Harry's own, sliding up and down slowly, leaving no question as to what it was he'd wanted to talk about.

Moaning deeply, when he felt the pulsing answer, he sighed as the boy returned his feelings with a few small thrusts of his own.

Tilting that stubborn chin up, looking deeply into eyes that reflected the Moon and Stars above, Draco smothered all of the Gryffindor's half-hearted protests with a smouldering kiss.

Running his hands up and down the trembling boy's slender back, coming to rest on the soft denim of Harry's tight black jeans that moulded that sweet biteable bubble butt, he shoved them together.

Wiggling his hips, grinding even harder, causing Harry to squeak, then growl, and moan as Draco kissed him again, and again, each kiss deeper, becoming more and more frantic, more and more, possessive.

Panting, Draco, pulled back, then dove down again, capturing the shaking boy's soft rose-petal lips.

Unable to control himself, Draco again moaned hard into Harry's soft mouth, drinking in his sweetness, that unique flavour that was all his own. reaching up, his hands are now fumbling on the belt of Harry's tight jeans...

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'I just can't live without you...I love you...I hate you...I can't get around you...I breathe you...I taste you...I can't live without you...I just can't take anymore...This life of solitude...I guess that I'm out the door...And now I'm done with you...'

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Harry was falling, deeper and deeper, he was being held in strong arms, and being kissed breathless by...'Shit! No! Oh, nononononononono! This was NOT supposed to happen!'

Struggling in the Slytherin's tight grip, he pushed hard against Draco's chest until the confused boy let him go.

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'I love you...I hate you...I can't live without you...I left my head around your heart...Why would you tear my world apart...'

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Wiping the back of his hand across his kiss swollen mouth he spat," So, is this you're idea of a 'talk' Malfoy?" Glaring up at the taller boy, he took a few steps back, his hands held out in front of his body. "Whatever did you have in mind, Draco? A little moonlight rape perhaps?" he sneered.

"You bloody little tease!" Draco hissed.

Two sets of eyes widen, then wince at the look of pure fury in the tall Slytherin's face.

Hiding his own face, Blaise is now nuzzling Ron's neck, whimpering lightly, feeling Draco's pain.

Ron's jaw is slack at the moody little git Harry was acting like, and although he wouldn't blame the Slytherin boy if he did smack him one, BUT, if harder blows were thrown, he'd have to step in. Pondering on this he wondered, 'But...would he? The way Harry was treating the Ferret, well if it had been HIM, he'd'...Ron sadly closed his eyes when he heard the unmistakeable sound.

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'Always...always...always...always...'

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Draco was speechless! 'HE THOUGHT WHAT!!?? His mind roared, as the implications of Harry's words sank in.

Now, beyond angry, he quickly slid into fuming, and then raging, finally tipping into boiling. And when his tripping emotions, getting the best of him, finally kicked in, he just acted.

A very loud *SMACK* filled the air, and Harry stood there, shocked, holding his reddening cheek with a trembling hand, a small corner of his mouth now trickling blood.

His dark eyes filled with tears.

As he barely held them back, he could only stare up at the tall boy in shock.

Reaching up a trembling hand to his cut mouth, his fingers became smeared with his blood. His dark green eyes narrow, as two small tears, fall.

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'I see...the blood all over your hands...Does it make you feel...more like a man...

Was it all...just a part of your plan...The anger's shakin' in my hands...And all I hear is the sound...'

'I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you, I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you, I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude, I guess that I'm out the door, and now I'm done with you...'

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Draco regretted it just moments after he'd slapped him, and judging from the look on his face, Harry was itching to retaliate.

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'I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you, I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you...I just can't take anymore...This life of solitude...I pick myself off the floor...And now I'm done with you...'

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Reaching out blindly to touch him, Harry slapped his hands away, and bent his head to spit out some of the blood in his mouth..

His voice filled with malice, he informs the Slytherin, "Do not attempt to touch me without my permission ever again."

As Draco opens his mouth, Harry holds up his hands, coldly telling him, "I feel you've said enough. I'm leaving now, Draco."

Bending down to snatch up his cloak, he settled it over his shoulders with trembling bloody fingers.

Glaring darkly, he added," By the way 'Draco' " His voice now a menacing whisper, "If that is your idea of talking, if this is your way of handling your problems, you can DAMN well be sure, after this child is born, your visits WILL be monitored."

His young voice deepens, and increasing in volume, he shouts," No ONE, and I mean NO fucking ONE will EVER strike MY baby, not even it's OWN Father. Goodnight, 'Draco'..." He hatefully spat.

As he turned to walk away, he snarls, "I DO so hope you sleep well." Without a backward glance, he swiftly walked off.

As the weight of what had just happened, and the guilt of his part in it hits him, dragging him down...

Slowly Draco crumbles to his knees.

Broken words of agony, mixed with mumbled sorrys filled the soft night air...

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'Always...Always...Always...'

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*~^^**End of Chapter 9-B**^^~*
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