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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 10:

When did I become so emotional?

Draco was pounding into Harry with hard and fast thrusts. He grabbed Harry’s cock in his hand and started to tug at it with his movements. He groaned and leaned down to capture Harry’s lips into a searing kiss.

It had been a few days later after Draco’s “performance” when Harry wanted to have sex with him. Till now it was all about blow-jobs and hand-jobs, but today Harry wanted to be fucked and Draco was never the one to tell ‘no’ to him.

So they did it.

Harry threw his head back and was moaning and crying up to the ceiling. Draco gritted his teeth and grunted, his brow furrowing in concentration as he was about to reach the end. His forehead and chest was streaked with sweat, his hair was plastered to his face as he moved back a bit and grabbed Harry’s right leg up, he pulled it to his shoulder, he pushed a bit in, his thrusting turning frantic.

A soft cry escaped his lips as Harry clenched down on him and a white liquid spurted out of Harry’s cock. He watched, mesmerized, as Harry’s chest snapped up and he moaned wantonly at the feeling. Draco leaned down and licked Harry’s sweaty and cum-covered nipple and shuddered as his own orgasm rippled through him.

Draco, breathing hard, eased himself out of Harry’s spent body and laid down to his side. He quickly wiped a hand on his eyes and looked down at Harry. The boy’s eyes were half-lidded and he was breathing hard, his chest moving with his quick breaths. Draco smiled softly and moved Harry’s wet fringes off his forehead and kissed the scar on it. Harry hissed and winced, moving his head a bit away from Draco’s lips, but not moving bodily.

“What’s wrong?” asked Draco immediately alarmed by Harry’s behavior.

“My scar has been bothering me for several days now. Damn it,” Harry cursed and sat up, rubbing at the scar. “It hurts.”

Draco sat up beside Harry and looked at his profile. Gone the arousal blush; he was as pale as a sheet. Draco not knowing what to do; he touched Harry’s shoulder tentatively, Harry moved away from him quickly and Draco looked at him in alarm.

“Harry?”

“It fucking hurts,” his voice was slurred now. Draco didn’t register what or how, but suddenly Harry was toppling down to the floor and was thrashing wildly. His mouth opened up in a silent scream, eyes screwed shut. Draco’s eyes widened up and he dropped to his knees. He looked down at Harry helplessly not knowing what to do.

“Harry? Harry!” he said his name over and over again, to get his attention, anything would be fine now, but nothing. Harry was grunting in pain. And Draco clutching fearfully at his mouth staggered back and held his knees to his chest and looked down at Harry, still feeling helpless. The only thing he had to do now was waiting for Harry to come to himself.

“Is there any news, Severus?”

“Nothing important, my Lord.”

“What a pity.”

Voldemort’s last words rang loud and clear in the dark room that seemed to be too large for the two men standing there. His eyes looked directly into Severus’ eyes, searching for something, any information that might settle his nerves, but he found nothing but what Severus’ has said to him.

“It will happen on April twenty-fifth.”

“I’m sorry, My Lord?”

“We will attack Hogwarts.”

By the time Harry came back to reality, Draco already managed to place Harry on the bed, pull his shorts up, and have a calming tea while he waited. Harry blinked up at the ceiling, his forehead still covered in sweat; Draco gave up on wiping it away a long time ago. Harry’s brow furrowed and with the back of his hand he rubbed at his eyes. The dream…or was it something that was happening right now, maybe Voldemort’s thoughts? Harry didn’t know, but it was really disturbing. What was going to happen?

“Harry?” asked Draco tentatively.

Harry swallowed hard and looked at Draco; whose face was so anxious that it broke Harry’s heart.

“Hey,” Harry rasped out. He cleared his throat; was he screaming.

“Oh Merlin… Are you alright?” Draco moved a bit closer, taking Harry’s hand in his and kissing his knuckles.

Harry’s frown cleared away, and he smiled softly. “Yes Draco, I’m just fine. It was a small head -”

“Don’t.” Draco growled before Harry could continue his lie. “Don’t tell me it was a headache, because it wasn’t such a thing. What happened? Why did your scar hurt? Why were you moaning and talking when you lost your consciousness?” Draco blurted out the questions one after another.

Harry bit down on his lower lip and looked into Draco’s eyes and thought for a moment. Could he trust him? Could he tell him that the scar was not just a Dark Magic? That it could connect him to Voldemort anytime Voldemort wanted or without knowing about it showed Harry his memories? Could he really do it?

“Tell me what is it?” Draco’s voice was soft, a mere whisper, and his voice was shaky.

Harry looked at Draco’s bright gray eyes and softly touched his cheek, “I can get visions from Voldemort’s mind. It started when I was in fourth year, when he started to get his life back... I thought it was just a dream, but then I got these snippets of his mind, didn’t know what it was. But then, when I talked to Dumbledore, he explained what it was, and… I thought it stopped, but it didn’t. I hadn’t had them in summer, but guess I was wrong.”

Draco had gone oddly quiet, looking at Harry with a blank expression. Harry bit on his lip and waited for Draco to tell him something, anything, but he simply looked at him. Harry sighed and fidgeted with the covers of the bed.

“So you read his mind,” it wasn’t a question; it was a statement coming from Draco.

“It’s not something that I have a control over,” said Harry, “He simply let’s his mind open and I can sneak into it. It’s complicated to explain now, but it comes in handy sometimes, you know?”

“No, I don’t.”

Draco’s voice was cold and Harry grimaced, “Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” said Draco and stood up to pace the bedroom. “I’m perfectly fine.” But he wasn’t. What if Voldemort could read Harry’s mind and know that he was with Draco? Draco, who was a Death Eater, the son of Lucius Malfoy, the one that didn’t want to be at Voldemort’s side. What if he knew about it? “Can he read you mind too?” Draco asked his voice low, and a bit shaky.

“I don’t think so, no…” Harry frowned and sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and padding towards Draco, hugging him from behind. “Everything’s going to be fine, ok? You don’t need to worry about anything. Don’t.” Draco made to move away from him, but Harry tightened his hold on him. He kissed the base of Draco’s neck softly and resting his head on his tense shoulder. He knew that Draco was scared, “I will take care of you if something bad will happen.”

“I don’t need protection.” Draco snapped and moved away, and out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut after him.

Harry stood there watching the closed door, something stirred inside of him as he watched Draco go. “Of course you don’t.”

It was already the Christmas day. Harry had already owled Dumbledore with his news of Voldemort, and he got an answer right back from the professor telling him that they had to meet when he’d get back from his holidays. Harry sent him back an answer with positive reply. Draco had been distant from him mostly he’d be up in the library, laying on the couch with a book in his hand reading quietly for himself. Harry would go crazy from boringness. Now that he didn’t have Dumbledore writing to him, he didn’t know what to do. And Draco wasn’t helping him either.

He sighed for the hundredth time that day it seemed. Draco was once again reading a heavy book of Potions and was ignoring Harry completely. Harry sighed again and nudged Draco’s foot with his own. Draco let the book drop down on his chest and glared at Harry through bored eyes.

“Communicate with me,” said Harry and grinned childlike.

Draco glared some more and took his book up and started to read again, ignoring Harry’s request once more. Harry sighed, why was he acting like this? And it was a Christmas Day, for Merlin’s sake! Bracing himself for a blow from Draco he crawled up his body, ducked his head under the book and looked right at Draco’s face. Draco looked back with a blank expression on his face. “Why are you like this?” Harry asked slowly, running a finger at the jaw line.

“I’m not like anything, a bloke can brood from time to time, right?” said Draco, not meeting Harry’s questioning gaze.

“Yes he can, but you wouldn’t be like this without a reason. Now tell me what it is, please?” said Harry and kissed Draco’s chin, “You’re killing me.”

“It’s nothing at all, alright?” sighed Draco and unable to hold back any longer rubbed a hand at the back of Harry’s neck. “Just some strange thoughts…”

“Care to share?” asked Harry, “Please?”

Draco swallowed and closed his eyes, breathing out slowly. “I just… these visions of yours, scared me a bit.”

“Understandable,” Harry said nodding. “It used to scare too, but then I just…”

“Got used to it, understandable,” Draco smiled at Harry and kissed his nose. “I’m kind of scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“I’m scared of him finding out about us. What if he can read your mind too, but you don’t know about it?”

Harry pulled back a bit and looked down. That could’ve been, but…Harry shook his head, “He can’t. Dumbledore told me so.”

“But what if Dumbledore is wrong? What if he can actually read your mind while you think he can’t?” asked Draco as casually as he could, but inside his heart was beating faster then he thought it could.

Harry frowned and lightly touched the place where Draco’s heart was racing. “Why are you so scared?”

“I’m not,” Draco was quick to answer, not fouling Harry at the least.

“You do know that you are lying, right?” murmured Harry and moved a bit so he could place his head on Draco’s shoulder, his face at the crook of Draco’s neck.

“Harry,” said Draco softly, squeezing the smaller boy to him.

“I’ll protect you,” Harry repeated himself, promising Draco once again.

“I know you will, as my hero. How can you not?”

Harry laughed softly and kissed Draco’s cheek. “That’s the spirit.”

They lay in each other’s embrace, not wanting to move. Not yet. They were too comfortable to do otherwise. Draco would occasionally kiss Harry’s head, closer to the forehead, and Harry would kiss Draco’s cheek and sigh. Suddenly something struck into Draco’s head and he didn’t know how Harry would react, but he had to try it, right?

“Harry?” he asked tentatively.

“Hm?”

“What do you think of marriage?” Draco asked slowly, as if asking himself the same question; as if testing himself too.

“What?” Harry’s voice was unbearably low.

“Marriage…?” Draco repeated.

“Yeah I got it the first time, thank you,” said Harry faintly, not moving at all.

“And… what do you think about it?”

“To tell you the truth…I’ve never really thought about it,” said Harry as lightly as he could.

“Oh…”

They laid in silence some more; it was so tense that Harry bit his tongue to not ask the question that was at the tip of his tongue. Draco shifted slightly and sat up straight, his feet on the floor. He sighed and stood up walking out of the room. Harry laid back and looked up at the ceiling his thoughts a whirlwind. Was he asking what was Harry thinking? Was it possible, or not? Or he was thinking ahead of time? Where was Hermione anyway? He so wanted to talk to her right now.

Draco came back to the living room; his face a bit flushed. Apparently he had splashed some cold water to his face. He smiled slightly at Harry and sat down on the couch again. Harry sat on his knees and looked thoughtfully at Draco.

“Draco?”

“Hm?” Draco turned his head to the side and looked at Harry.

“Have you ever thought about marrying someone?”

There was silence. Draco looked at Harry’s open and innocent face. He actually did think about marriage and all, but never really thought about marrying, and have family and all. But with Harry it was another thing. With Harry… he never really gave it enough thought. Now it was something else entirely. With Harry he was freer then he remembered himself be. With Harry was entirely another person. With Harry it was easy. With Harry it was…life.

“Yes…I did,” he finally murmured.

Harry swallowed hard, and asked in a small voice, “And what did you think?”

“That I’d love to have a proper family with someone that I respect, with someone that I have something similar. With someone that I can fight for one minute and the next we’ll be at each other having a passionate sex,” Harry laughed softly at that, moving a bit and looking at Draco in the eye. “I’d want to have kids too. And yes, don’t look that surprised, I’ve thought about it…I really would like to have a little Draco or a little…girl running about the house.”

“’A little Draco’? Really?” asked Harry, his voice amused.

“Yes, really.” Draco rolled his eyes but smiled fondly at Harry’s bright eyes. “I’d want them to have your eye color, and Merlin forbids your hair.”

“Hey!” cried out Harry, “I happened to like my hair!”

“Not arguing with you!” said Draco and lifted his hands up in surrender. He laughed loudly and kissed Harry’s lips, which returned it rather enthusiastically.

The evening was spent by the fire, drinking a red wine that Draco has chosen for them to share that evening, with a bit of a chocolate cake, which was made by Harry’s excellent cooking, and some snacks that the both boys loved.

Together wrapped in a big cover, the boys snuggled into each other’s embrace chatting softly and drinking some wine. Draco was extremely nervous; the afternoon conversation that they had together left him thinking about what he was going to do. Harry didn’t say it was a yes or a no thing for him, but he looked extremely acceptable for it. He sighed what seemed like the hundredth time in the past three hours.

Harry knew that something was bothering Draco but didn’t question it, so he snuggled closer into Draco’s chest and sighed, taking a drink from his wine. It was closing to mid-night; Christmas Day was mere minutes away. Draco shifted and kneeled in front of Harry, his hand flew towards his pajama pocket, and looked down to the floor. He licked his lips nervously and looked up at Harry’s face. Harry swallowed hard, his lips parted, his face a mask of shock.

“Merlin, Draco!” Harry’s hand flew to his mouth as he gasped out and saw the small green box in Draco’s hand.

“Let me talk, please, I don’t want to lose my nerve,” Draco took a deep steadying breath and said, “Harry, until I met you, I thought my life was not as complete as I thought it would. But when everyone started to talk about you, I immediately started to think of the possibilities of us meeting and being good friends. But you refused me, for a damned good reason, if I say so myself,” he chuckled low, and continued, “I started to hate you. But as I grew up, I started to feel a lot more towards you then hate. It had a slight tinge of jealousy in it too.

“Last year was really hard for me, I wanted to be with you, and yet I knew I couldn’t. There was too much animosity in us… but this year was different. I know I’ve started in not the best way as every relationship start with; I teased you about a thing that we both knew you didn’t have a say in, and you beat the shit out of me, which I deserved. I sometimes still feel the pain that your punches provided. You’ve got a right hook on you, Potter.”

He licked his lips and looked into Harry’s eyes, “The first time that we’ve kissed, I knew that I’ve fallen too fast and too hard, and there was, and still is, no turning back… at all.” He fumbled with the box for a minute and when he opened it, Harry gasped out. In the middle of a black leathered pillow was resting a beautifully crafted ring, with an emerald diamond on it. “Harry Potter, I want to be with you, until the very end of my life, will you do the greatest honor of accepting this ring of bonding?”

Harry was speechless. He was numb with shock. And he didn’t know how to properly breathe. Everything Draco has said left him feel like a jelly and he didn’t know what to say or do. A small part of him wanted to stab Draco and yell at him for suggesting such a thing, but another part of him wanted to say ‘yes’. Just a simple nod from his head would be enough for the both teenage boys to change their lives upside down. Harry swallowed again and looked down at the ring in Draco’s hand. It was the most beautiful ring Harry had ever seen in his life, and he knew that he was mad, and he shouldn’t have done it and he didn’t want to say it without thinking about but he couldn’t hold it back any longer so he said…

“Fuck yes,” before he crashed their lips together into a searing kiss. Draco was off-balance for a minute from the impact of Harry’s kiss, but he managed to steady himself by placing his hands on either side of Harry’s head on the couch and returned Harry’s kissing with renewed passion.

“This is crazy,” Harry managed to gasp out as they moved a bit to take a breath; Draco’s hands working on Harry’s pajama pants.

“I know,” Draco moaned as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head; Harry kissing the exposed creamy-chest.

“Wait! Wait…” gasped out Harry as Draco started to move his hips.

“What?” the annoyance was clear in Draco’s voice and Harry smiled. He knew how Draco felt. He kissed his lips slowly and felt Draco relax on him.

“Don’t you want to put the ring on me?” asked Harry softly as he moved his kisses towards Draco’s ear; who hissed in pleasure and bucked his hips slightly on Harry’s leg.

“Sure, whatever, as long as we’ll start fucking, I don’t really care about the ring.”

“But I do,” Harry moved back and looked at Draco impatiently. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. Grabbing the box from the floor, which was dropped the moment Harry said yes, he opened it again and picked the ring from it. Harry held out his right hand and waited; Draco, with shaking hand, gently pushed the ring on Harry’s ring finger. There was a slight shift from the ring as it re-sized itself. Harry looked down at the ring, his eyes prickling behind his glasses. He was engaged and to Draco bloody Malfoy. Of all people from the school! Hermione was going to kill him.

“What are you thinking?” asked Draco.

“I’m thinking of what I am going to do to you before you’ll fuck me senseless,” as he said it he pushed Draco on his back and climbed on top of him.

“Oh, I already like the sound of that.”

The Christmas night was spend by lots of moaning and screaming from both boys.
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