Wish Upon A Star | By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 20366 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Chapter 9 – An Apology
“A match can light up a fire, a star can light up the sky, but you are the only one that can light up my heart.”
/Edward/Harry
Harry sighed sadly as Edward left the house. Ever since he’d discovered that Edward’s mate was a vampire, Edward had begun to ignore him. It hurt Harry more than the star thought it could. The rest of the Cullens assured him that he hadn’t done anything wrong, but why else would Edward act like he was suddenly a horrible disease?
The star frowned thoughtfully. He was terribly confused. Had he somehow overstepped his bounds in an attempt to help Edward? He didn’t think so, but maybe Edward felt differently. The more he thought about it, though, the angrier he grew. If Edward had a problem with him, then he should’ve been completely upfront so that they could maintain their professional relationship! Harry didn’t just go back to Earth just for anybody, nor did he talk about his past. He’d only did that with the Cullens because…well, he didn’t honestly know himself why he’d shared such personal information with the vampire family. The only thing going through his head was the need to be accepted by Edward’s family, and wasn’t that even more confusing?
Harry stood up and excused himself, ignoring the worried looks Esme sent him. He became familiar once again with the bathroom and sat on the floor, resting his head against the cool tiles. Harry breathed deeply, trying to calm down. He was still angry, yes, but his emotions were beginning to make him feel a little queasy. Weakly, he stood up and turned on the bathroom sink. He washed his face with shaky hands and stared at his reflection.
His skin was paler and his eyes were slightly dulled. Being on Earth had certainly taken its toll on him, which was somewhat odd since it never happened with the wishes he’d granted before. He narrowed his eyes in thought. No, this hadn’t happened to him before, but his gut was telling him that this was…
…but wasn’t it too soon? He hadn’t even helped Edward yet! It was way too soon for him to be r—
A knock interrupted his troubling thoughts. “Harry, are you alright?” Esme asked softly, staring worriedly at the door.
“Fine,” he replied evenly.
“Edward’s here,” the motherly vampire informed him. “He wants to talk to you.”
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. “Oh?” He glared at his reflection, upset that some of his hurt and anger bled into his voice.
“He’s in his bedroom.” Esme hesitated before she said, “Harry, I know Edward’s behavior has been off and completely unacceptable, but could you hear him out? He really isn’t like this usually, and I’m sure he has an explanation for it.”
Harry sighed as he turned off the bathroom sink and dried his face and hands with a soft, plush towel. He left the bathroom and gave Esme a small smile. “I’ll listen to him,” he said quietly.
Esme took in his appearance with sad eyes, mistakenly assuming that his unhealthy-looking state was caused by Edward. She hugged him gently. “I’m sorry,” she apologized softly.
“I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” Harry lied. He knew he didn’t look his best, but he didn’t think he’d changed that drastically.
Esme smiled sadly. “Well, we’re going to go feed and give you and Edward some privacy,” she murmured gently.
Harry nodded his head and stepped away from her embrace, watching as she disappeared down the stairs. Walking to Edward’s room had to have been one of the longest eight foot walks he’d ever had. He mentally prepared for all kinds of situations. For some reason, when he thought of Edward telling him he wasn’t needed anymore, his heart clenched uncomfortably; painfully. He scowled. If Edward didn’t want his help anymore, that was fine and dandy. He’d sure as hell give him a piece of his mind, though!
Before he knew it, he was in front of the door to Edward’s room. He took in a deep breath and squared his shoulders before opening the door and walking through it. He could spot the vampire by the patio door, the night sky illuminating his form. It made his heart skip a few beats; he’d never completely noticed how absolutely gorgeous the vampire was until he could see the soft glow of the moon and the stars casting shadows along the strong outline of Edward’s face.
He blushed slightly when he realized that he was staring at Edward like he was a tasty morsel.
An awkward silence filled the air. Harry averted his gaze for a few moments before peering at Edward again through his lashes. The star shifted uncomfortably as topaz eyes bore into his emerald ones.
“I’m sorry,” Edward apologized. “I’ve been a jerk to you all week and you didn’t deserve it.”
“A right jackarse, you’ve been,” Harry agreed dryly, some pain seeping into his voice. “I’m really confused, though. I mean, did I do something wrong? ‘Cuz if I did, you should’ve told me straight away instead of ignoring me!”
Harry panted, his face flushed once more but with anger this time. All he could remember was being confused and hurt all of last week and it being Edward’s fault. If he hadn’t deserved it, then why the hell did Edward behave like he was the freak the Dursleys always accused him of being? In a way, it reminded him of Ron; on his side one moment, but easily turning on him the next and even crawling back to him afterwards.
The thought of it made his stomach churn and he paled unpleasantly again, scowling.
Edward winced at Harry’s angry expression. “You’re completely right,” he said quickly, noticing that Harry was starting to glow ominously. “The way I acted was immature and rude and you’ve done nothing to warrant such behavior.”
“You’re right, I didn’t,” Harry snapped. “Why were you acting so weird, anyways? Huh?”
Edward’s face screwed up somewhat humorously. He seemed to be attempting to gather whatever courage he had before he opened his mouth and said, “I had a…personal problem.”
“A personal problem?” Harry asked dubiously. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You know, I can respect your privacy and everything, but I think I deserve more of an explanation than that half-arsed one you just gave me.”
Edward walked away from the patio doors and took a seat on the couch, gesturing for Harry to sit next to him. He waited until the star was right next to him and he moved closer, shivering lightly at the scent of Harry’s sandalwood body wash coming over his senses. “I’ve been waiting for my mate for a long time,” he began softly. “And the thought of actually finding my mate terrified me.”
He didn’t say why finding his mate scared him so and, unless his mate did turn out to be Harry, the star would never find out.
Harry’s eyes softened. He was still angry, but warmth and compassion entered his eyes. “I don’t think I can completely forgive you just yet, but I guess I can understand why you would be scared,” he said quietly. “But, Edward, you have to understand, your mate was made for you. You don’t have to be scared of anything. He’ll be everything you’ve ever hoped for, I promise.”
Edward stared into the emerald pools of sincerity and felt himself melt a little. He felt like he was hoping against hope that Harry was his mate. The thought of having the star with him for all eternity was tempting and he could feel himself become aroused.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “It means a lot.”
Harry beamed at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but yawned widely instead. He blushed and giggled slightly. “I’m kind of tired, so I think I’ll take a nap,” he said, smiling tiredly. “We’ll open your Inner Eye when I get up, okay?”
Edward nodded his head and stood up, adjusting his pants to cover his growing erection. “Sleep well, Harry,” he purred lowly. He grinned a little and turned away from Harry when the star’s tiny shiver caused his lower anatomy to twitch appreciatively.
Edward watched as Harry fell asleep before quietly leaving his room. He desperately hoped that his Inner Eye revealed Harry as his mate. If he wasn’t, Edward wasn’t quite sure how he’d react. The tug at his entire being towards Harry was so strong and he could feel in the back of his mind that Harry could make him happy; that Harry could be the one he’d been searching for. It’d work out in the end—he could feel it.
Content, Edward glanced down at the prominent bulge in his pants. He quickly went into the bathroom and bit his bottom lip. Even when he was alive, though the thought of self-pleasure had crossed his mind, Edward had at first been too afraid to try it. He’d heard horror stories from his peers about their parents catching them and threatening to cut it off. Eventually hormones had won out and very carefully under the protection of his covers at night with his parents asleep, Edward had touched himself and explored his body.
It’d been one of the greatest physical experiences he’d ever had.
Even back then, though, he’d never thought of somebody as he pleasured himself. He had focused solely on the physical sensations and now that he was hard and throbbing, his mind instantly brought up lewd images of Harry.
With a soft groan, Edward wiggled out of his pants and pulled down his underwear. His hand wrapped around his manhood and he closed his eyes, fantasizing Harry next to him. When he opened his eyes, he could imagine it all vividly. Harry doing naughty things to him with his mouth, worshipping his heated flesh; Harry on his hands and knees, bare as the day he was born and ready to be fucked; Harry crying out as Edward thrust into him with more speed than a human, tears of pleasure streaming down his face and screaming himself hoarse.
Edward came with a shout, trembling slightly at the intensity of his orgasm. He stayed in the bathroom for a while after, still feeling his body buzz delightfully. With a sigh, he cleaned up his mess and left the bathroom, feeling more relaxed than he’d ever felt in a while.
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