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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
- 10
- 11
- 12
D/H

Slash fiction

Rated PG-13 to NC-17

Long Strides to a Short Walk

By

Emerald Grey

*PLEASE, see

Chapters 1 for any

and all Disclaimers, Warnings,

Pairings, Summaries, & Dedications*

Song: One Thing

Group: Finger Eleven

Song: Can't Fight The Moonlight

Singer: LeAnn Rimes

PS, a special TY to *Cassy* aka jameschick

*bows* I'm not worthy...lol, ty Luv for help with that difficult scene, u saved the day!

**~^~**Chapter 9 -C **~^~**

'Restless tonight...cause I wasted the...light'

~~*

Harry sat in the sand at the waters edge. He'd sensed Stanley before he saw him.

As the rubbery tip of a tentacle caressed his wet face, quietly he let the Squid read him.

Feelings of warmth, friendship, and understanding flowed across his mind in large

comforting waves.

Managing a watery smile, Harry understood. Stanley had forgiven him.

As the large pinkish-grey appendage slipped away to disappear back into the murky Moonlit waters of the large lake, Harry brought his fingertips up to softly touch at his swollen, tender lips, in a silent farewell.

Swollen because of Draco's touch, both good & bad.

'Between both these times...I drew a really thin...line'

~~*

He felt raw pain inside, but the sting of what Draco had done outside remained as a reminder to his pathetic naive position on relationships.

'It's nothing I planned...And not that I can...But you should be mine...Across...that...line'

~~*

When the enraged Slytherin had finally dropped his cool exterior and released all of his pent up passions, Harry had willingly melted in those strong arms.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, only to suddenly push Draco away.

Making it appear as if Draco' sensual intentions toward him were unwanted, when they were SO wanted, and desperately needed.

~~*

It was Harry that had been unsure of the sudden rush of emotions that had smothered his senses.

All of his rights and wrongs, all of the memories of his and Draco's tumultuous beginnings. From their awkward very first introduction, to the turbulence of their past & present situations, everything washed over him in mind numbing waves.

~~*

That's when things had spiralled out of control, overwhelming him, crossing into that

realm of becoming a bit too real.

Infuriated when Draco had then called him on his slutty behaviour, naming him as the tease he'd been, things had quickly went from bad to worse, as his big mouth just had to overload his arse, and Draco had, well, quite deservedly, bitch-slapped the piss out of him.

Harry ran an exasperated hand through his sweaty hair. Merlin!" He muttered. "What a night!"

'If I traded it all...If I gave it all away...for one thing...Just for one thing...

If I sorted it out...if I knew all about...this one thing...Wouldn't that be...something'

His knees now drawn up to his chest, his head hung buried in that little space, his face hidden from the world. Wrapping his arms around himself, the dam of shoved down emotions broke free. Tears flowed, as the confusing memories surfaced, washing over him.

~~*

When Draco's mouth had touched his lips, Harry had felt such a sensation! Smooth, yet so sweet, so silky. Like pink candy floss melting in his mouth, filling his senses, sliding sensually across his tongue.

Merlin's Balls! No one had ever made him feel that way! No one had ever touched him like that. Only Draco.

Oh, he'd snogged plenty...OKAY, well a couple of times, but, if anyone had tried to do, well, more... to take it a step further, he would freeze up, and feel...Zero, zip, nada.

~~*

'I promise I might...Not walk on...by'

~~*

Nothing could penetrate through the high walls of his captured emotions, until a pair of sinfully pink lips claimed him once, days ago, in a lust-filled haze. Silvery eyes filled with mystery overwhelmed him then, only to repeat that feeling just a short while ago tonight.

One taste and Harry fell. Trapped inside his own personal hell, like an addict, he'd craved only that which his salacious Slytherin could give him.

~~*

'Maybe next time...But...not...this...time'

~~*

In Draco Malfoy's strong arms, he'd found himself drowning in intoxication, the sensations so foreign to him.

And, in an instant, in the space of a falling star, it had all been shot down.

His horror of the power behind the slap Draco had given him had shocked him, and his own foolish pride-filled words had shamed him to the core.

~~*

'Even thought I know...I don't want to know...Yeah I guess I know...I...just...hate...

how...it...sounds'

~~*

It was only the fear of safety for BOTH unborns, that saved Draco from being Wingardium Leviosaed to hang upside down off of the bloody Astronomy Tower until he apologized, or better yet, Harry could of just beat him quite bloody on the stone floor beneath them. Malfoy had pissed him off that much.

But, even more, was the fact that Harry was just as angry at himself.

~~*

' If I traded it all...If I gave it all away...for one thing...Just for one thing'

~~*

Instead, he'd given his parting shot like the Git-Who-Lived he was, and had slipped away to bemoan his existence to the Starry Heaven's and to the Squid that he'd let down.

~~*

'If I sorted it out...If I knew all about...this one thing...Wouldn't that be...something'

"Another full Moon, another opportunity lost, ...My fault, my fault, always my fault, always..."

Mumbling out loud now, unaware of the hard slivery eyes watching him. Someone that had been observing him since he'd left the Tower.

~~*

'If I traded it all...If I gave it all away...for one thing...Just...for...one...thing'

~~*

After he'd picked himself up from his knees off the dusty stone floor, wiping off his tears of regret with the back of one trembling hand, Draco Malfoy had been even more determined to have this out with the annoying Gryffindor Git-Who-Lived-Just-To-Bloody-Annoy-Him!

Smirking an evil smile, because he knew exactly where to find him, he walked past the darkened door.

Hoping his friend would be okay, he was glad the Weasel was there to comfort Blaise.

~~*

'If I sorted it out...If I knew all about...this one thing...Wouldn't that be...something'

~~*

He'd also felt the confusion pouring off the red-haired boy, but, at least Draco now knew, if push came to shove, he had one more ally besides Granger and Blaise.

Giving himself a small shake, he straightened his clothes, shivering as the strange knowing sensations covered him.

~~*

'Even though I know...I don't want to know...Yeah...I guess I know...I...just...hate...

how...it...sounds'

~~*

It had happened again, he didn't know how he knew things, he just did. He only hoped Blaise and Weasley knew what they were getting themselves into.

~~*

'If I traded it all...If I gave it all away...for one thing... Just for...one thing'

~~*

His eyes now as steely as his determinations, head bent, Draco went in search of his own personal pain in his arse.

~~*

'If I sorted it out...If I knew all about...this one thing...Wouldn't that be...something'

~~*

And now, he'd found him.

~~*

'Even though I know...I don't want to know...Yeah I guess I know...I just hate

how it sounds...'

~~*

Looking down his nose at the pathetic lump sitting with his head buried like a mumbling ostrich, Draco sneered, "You really are a bloody martyr, you DO realise this?"

~~*

As his head shot out of its hiding place from between his knees, Harry's jaw dropped.

~~*

'If I traded it all...If I gave it all away...For one thing...Just for...one thing...'

~~*

Draco bloody Malfoy was the last person on Earth he'd expected to see strolling up the moonlit beach at this hour of the night.

His appearance, yes, his very stance was one of a vengeance quest...

But, when a warm breeze caught and caressed the silvery strands of Draco's unique

hair at his temples, Harry felt his breath catch.

Mesmerizing moonlit waves of spun silk softly framed his Dragon's angelic face, falling to curve against the tops of his broad shoulders.

Merlin, but he'd never been more aware of the difference in their height until now, and

the sheer paradox of his sudden company after what they'd both done and said, not only baffled him, it left him even more curious as to the blonde's intentions.

Draco's slender yet strong body cut quite a sexy figure. He simply looked poured into his clothing.

From the tips of his fashionable black dragon-hide boots, to the sensual way his shirt and breeches hugged his lithe form, he was living proof of the term, ' liquid sex walking.'

Feverishly Harry found himself wondering if Draco was seeking to quench the fire he'd started on the tower.

Gathering his failing courage, Harry opened his mouth to speak, only to be floored by

the tone in the other boy's voice.

~~*

'If I sorted it out...If I knew all about...This one thing...Wouldn't that be...something'

~~*

Draco stared straight into Harry's soul. His shrewd eyes seeing beyond the salty tracks on the Gryffindor's face, as he witnessed a rare glimpse into the guilty emptiness the boy couldn't hide.

If his plans were to work, he had to get Harry off balance, then woo him with his Malfoy charm as well as the contents of his 'plan B.' If all of that went well, then Plan C, would be the greatest accomplishment of his young life.

But, as soon as he recalled Harry's earlier behaviour, and watched as the git-who-lived wallowed in self-pity, Plan A went sailing.

Draco's eyes narrowed, "Merlin Potter," he spat,

"The whole damn world doesn't revolve around you, no matter what you've been taught since you wore feckin' nappies!"

~~*

Gasping, and doing a fair imitation of a Harry Potter shaped trout on a hook, his jaw threatening to unhinge, Harry could only gape up at him.

~~*

But, Draco Malfoy was NOT amused.

"Close your mouth Potter, you look like an escapee from St. Mungo's bloody Psycho

Ward, all that's missing is the fucking drool."

~~*

Glaring up at the boy staring down at him, inwardly cringing at the disgust he found

etching Draco's fine features, Harry snapped his jaw shut so hard, he winced as his back teeth clacked.

The censure he thought he saw there in the Slytherin's liquid silver gaze; as hot and real as a muggle sparkler, caused a slight hitch in his breath.

Inwardly Harry was kicking his own arse for letting the sexy blonde prat get to him so easily.

Thank Merlin, Draco had no intentions of following in his Father's

fashionable dragon-hide boot prints, as Harry was quite sure, at that very moment in time, had Draco wanted to lead him to the Dark Lord's Lair, he would of been helpless. Unable to resist the powerful pull from those flashing grey orbs, he'd end up

blindly following Draco to his certain doom.

~~*

They remained like that, silver overcoming emerald for what seemed like hours, when, in reality, it was mere minutes.

~~*

'If I traded it all...If I gave it all away for one thing...Just for one thing...

~~*

Finally, the black haired boy looked down, then away. His heart slamming against his chest, trembling like a captured bird, Harry willed himself to get a grip.

Drawing his slightly shaking fingertips idly through the sand, he wondered if it would always be like this with his blonde.

~~*

'If I sorted it out...If I knew all about...this one thing...Wouldn't that be...something'

~~*

With a rueful shake of his ebony mane Harry snorted. 'Merlin knows no one else could ever get his knickers in such a bloody twist as Malfoy! Merlin's Great BALLS! The boy could be so exasperating!

Slapping his hands together, glittering Moonlit powdery crystals of sand fell softly, landing soundlessly. He'd had just about enough of Draco's bullying for one lifetime, let alone one night!

~~*

Pinning Malfoy with a look worthy of Voldemort himself, his green eyes slowly narrowed.

~~*

Although nervous, Draco put on his best Malfoy mask, as he waited patiently for Harry to look at him.

Determined to catch his elusive Gryffindor's attention once again, Draco was hell bent to get through to Harry, even if he had to resort to drastic magical means to do so.

Barely suppressing the tiny delicious shivers flitting up and down his spine, his

over-active pervy imagination entertained him with the visualization of the sexy brunette Adonis flat on his back, nude and bound with multicolour enchanted rope encircling each slender wrist and ankle, laying him open to the drooling Slytherin's view.

Fantasy Harry was gazing up at him with that adorable dimple peeking and disappearing as he softly begged, "Take me Draco..."

Sweat-drenched locks of black as night silky hair lay against the famous scar, falling softly to curl against his very lickable throat...

Fantasy Draco bites his lips, moaning as he ran his fingers up and down his thick impressive length.

The plum sized mushroom tip of his cock trembled as he drank in the sight of a tanned Quidditch toned body so well displayed.

His endowed member was now slowly rising...A pleasant sound filled the room. it was Harry moaning sweetly, biting his plump bottom lip...He was licking...

However, when reality Harry finally looked up, Draco had to fight the urge to flee as he watched spellbound, as those astonishingly bright green eyes slowly narrowed, zeroing in on him as their target.

And a blush tinted his cheeks as he realized Harry had been talking.

"I'll ask you again Malfoy", Growled the irritated Gryffindor. "What do you want, and why have you followed me? Why in the Hell are you here?" Harry spat back, just as coldly.

Snorting inelegantly to cover his nervousness, Draco slowly took out his wand so as not to further upset his Gryffindor with the tick-bomb temperament.

'Eh, time for Plan B...' He thought as he bent over at the waist, making sure to turn just so, for his amazing arse to distract the boy, and hopefully place him in a better mood. Picking up a lovely silvery-pink shell, he hid his smirk at the startled gasp behind him.

Putting it back down on the sandy ground, he took great care to bend back upwards, very, very slowly, with a slight wave and quick flick of his wrist, he'd transfigured the shell into a silvery throw, with a pinkish hue.

With a toss of his platinum head, and a tiny grin, Draco regally sat down.

Patting a spot beside him, then rolling his eyes at Harry's hesitancy, Draco huffed," Look Potter, er, 'Harry', I've come to, um, apologize." He said carefully, trying not to choke on the words.

~~*

As Harry continued to sit like his arse was glued to the spot, Draco sighed.

Tilting his head, the movement causing his angelic locks to fall across the side of his face, curving so temptingly as he softly spoke.

" After what you've said to me earlier tonight Harry, the least you could do is accept it."

~~*

'If I traded it all...If I gave it all away for one thing...Just for one thing...'

~~*

Guilt and regret spiked Harry's heart. Sighing a tremulous sigh, he felt his anger melt away from him, as Winter yields to the Spring.

Looking straight into the other boy gaze, his eyes never leaving that unique silvery maze, he cautiously crawled over to him.

~~*

Feeling his cock twitch, Draco watched spellbound, as the saviour of the Wizarding world came to him like a disobedient child.

~~*

Now resting on his knees, Harry stared at him, looking deeper into those

darkening quicksilver depths.

His breath caught as he swallowed and said,

"Okay Ma, er Draco, um, apology accepted."

Sighing again, as Harry had now gotten sand on his blanket, Draco waved his wand.

~~*

Harry jumped as Draco reached down to capture both of his smaller hands with one of his own. With a gentle wave of his wand, Draco removed any traces of sand from the unsteady fingers. Once he'd accomplished that, he brought Harry's fingertips to his lips.

Very gently, he brushed them with a soft kiss.

~~*

'If I sorted it out...If I knew all about...this one thing...Wouldn't that be...something...'

~~*

Inwardly grinning, Harry thought how maternal the gesture was, trying to still his tripping heart. 'Damn, just his touch makes me feel light-headed.' Glaring at his inner Snape, just daring him to comment, he smirked inwardly, as the imaginary boggart stayed silent.

'Draco will make a great Mum, as well as Da,' he thought, feeling badly ashamed about all he'd said earlier that evening up on the Tower to the blonde.

Quietly, Harry observed the handsome Slytherin from underneath his long black lashes.

Blushing slightly, he was unaware his own cheeks pinked up, captivating his audience of one.

~~*

Draco was smiling a real smile as rising to his knees, and reaching down into the small magically enhanced backpack, he conscientiously unpacked the things he'd brought for earlier that evening.

Various items Dobby had chosen, and they were all his and Harry's favourites.

As Draco busied himself with setting out the sandwiches, crisps, and drinks and dessert, his mind was swirling with questions, his breeches now uncomfortably tight.

He just hoped Harry appreciated all of his hard work.

As he readied a plate of 'Plan B' for Harry and himself, Draco prayed inwardly for the courage to make sure 'Plan C' worked.

~~*

Draco looked over at Harry in mock disgust and tisked.

At the brunette's questioning brow, Draco sighed and handed him a napkin.

Harry's captivating face was now sticky with innocent seduction. The small dabs of the scattered confection beckoned Draco's eternal burning desire to trace his tongue along that strong jaw, and savour strawberry juice, and whipped cream and dark chocolate sauce.

~~*

'Oh. My. God...His over stimulated senses screamed.

Draco wanted nothing more than to tackle him backwards onto the blanket and lick

Harry clean.

At the same time, the urge to throttle Dobby was just as powerful. 'Damn little meddling elf!' He thought darkly.

~~*

After setting out the small but thick ham and cheese sandwiches and the cold pumpkin juice and barbequed crisps, he'd reached in once more to find a small shock.

Shock because the dessert he found was NOT the one he'd requested.

And the sheer torture as the dark haired boy nibbled, sucked, and licked and bit his way around and into several plump chocolate covered berries, only made him more uncomfortable, and left him feeling very, very reckless.

No, Draco had asked for safe pumpkin pastries.

Sure, he risked Harry giving a repeat performance of crowning him upside the head once again with the tasty tarts.

But, now? Courtesy of one meddling little house elf, Draco had instead found a small deep container of plump, sinfully ripe red strawberries, swimming in equally tempting dark chocolate, covered in thick, naughty, alluring, whipped cream.

Of all the things to top that forbidden fruit with!

GAH!

Oh! All of the things he could DO with said fruit!

MERLIN help him!

Slamming his eyes shut, the shaking boy counted to ten, slowly. But, behind his closed lids, the numbers became erotic.

One through ten was the number of berries he could place all over Harry's amazing body. As each piece of fruit was dipped and swirled, drowning in rich thick dark chocolate, the blond would smear the whipped cream slowly and carefully against each perky pink nipple, spelling out his name, making Harry moan out his name..."Draaaco"

Draco couldn't contain the sexy sly smirk as he envisioned a submissive Harry.

Long, and lean, those powerful legs wantonly spread wide, yet even wider as arching his back and moaning for only him, Draco's searching tongue moved even lower to taste his tantalizing lover's many hidden treasures...'Merlin, what those bulky school robes concealed!'

With his mind marching happily down into the gutter, Draco realized, 'the bloody fruit wasn't all he'd love to top, as he watched Harry, now stretched out on the blanket on his back, licking contentedly at his plump, still sticky red lips.

~~*

With a tiny smile of contentment, Harry slowly closed his eyes.

A gentle snore soon fills the air, as moments passed, becoming minutes.

~~*

'Under a lover's sky I'm gonna be with you...And no one's gonna be around...If you think that you won't fall, well just wait until; till the sun goes down...Underneath the starlight, starlight, there's a magical feeling so right...It will steal your heart tonight...'

~~*

Out in the distance, Draco saw the greyish head of the Giant Squid surface, breaking through the silvery expanse of the lake.

Sighing again, he now resembled Harry's earlier position, but his head was up, and he was staring into the inviting waters, coated in the frozen moonlight.

A tiny smirk tugged at his full lips as he watched the playful splashing, sparkling, glittering tails of the school of mere people frolic in their wet paradise. Their graceful bodies twisting, bending in the sultry snow-white beams.

~~*

'You can try to resist...try to hide from my kiss...but you know...but you know...that you, can't fight the moonlight...Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart...But you know, but you know, that you, can't fight the moonlight...No...you can't fight it...It's gonna get to your heart...'

~~*

Looking down at the resting Gryffindor, his mind made up, Draco made his move.

'Plan C' is now commencing' He thought as he and his inner self cheered.

"Potter?" he said, jostling the sleeping boy awake by tickling his nose tip with the edge of a napkin.

~~*

Harry sniffed, and brushed at his nose, "Hmm?" He replied groggily.

He had been having a wonderful dream. It had included the poncy git now bugging him. Damn Evil Slytherin!

Now fully awake, he pins Draco with an icy green glare.

"What is it now, Malfoy?" Harry sighs, rubbing at his face, trying to blink himself awake.

~~*

'There's no escaping love, once a gentle breeze...Once a gentle breeze sweeps it's spell upon your heart...And no matter what you think...It won't be too long till you're in my arms...Underneath the starlight, starlight, we'll be lost in the rhythm so right...It will steal your heart tonight...'

~~*

Looking out at the inviting waters, and remembering his promise to a friend, Draco takes a deep breath, "Look, um, Harry, I was ah, wondering if you er, fancied a swim?"

~~*

'You can try to resist, try to hide from my kiss, but you know, but you know, that you, can't fight the moonlight...Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart, but you know, but you know, that you, can't fight the moonlight, no...you can't fight it, no matter what you do, the night is gonna get to you...'

~~*

Looking at Draco, Harry then looks out at the sparkling waters, seeing the large bobbing grey head.

Slowly understanding dawns...Suddenly, he's now wide awake.

"No."

"But, Harry, we owe it to him!" Draco pouted adorably.

"No Draco, after, um, what's all happened between us tonight, er, I just, I can't.

Besides, er, I don't, ah, fancy shagging you, erm, while all of the lake's occupants watch us, not even, Stanley." Harry spluttered, his face blooming rosy red.

"Dammit Harry!" Draco shouted, his own face turning a nice shade of Gryffindor red.

Slamming his fist into his open palm Draco declared quite loudly, "It's not fair! He never asked for it! ANY of it!"

~~*

Harry just sat there amused and frightened at Draco's dramatic display of his famous Malfoy quicksilver temperament.

~~*

'FUCK Plans, A, B, & C!!' Draco thought as he fumed inwardly. Feeling that

the Squid was just too damn nice, he'd bet his left nut, that Stanley was a fucking Hufflepuff!'

Glaring at Harry, Draco felt a perverse jolt of desire mixed with large doses of lust for his

lover, and deep desperation for his multi-armed friend.

Running his fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes seething at his stubborn jack-arse of a lover. 'Damn Potter!'

Draco was baffled as to why Harry refused to help their friend.

Opening his eyes again, he searched Harry's face for any signs of a change of heart.

When he found none, his frustration grew.

Looking down at his watch he frowned. Just a few hours remained.

'Fuck this!' He thought.

'Now? He was gonna do it HIS way!

'Watch out Potter my Pet, here comes Plan D!'

'D, for Draco!' And come the fall of Heaven, or the rise of Hades, I SHALL get my way, and I'm gonna do it, right, fucking, NOW!'

Springing to a standing position, Draco is now pacing, and shedding his clothes.

"I know for a fact he told you everything." Draco spat, glaring narrowly at Harry as he peeled down and then toed off his tall black boots.

Stripping down his socks as well, he began rolling them into a ball, bending over to place them inside one of the discarded boots.

Once he'd accomplished that, he then peeled out of his too tight breeches.

Kicking them gracefully upwards, he felt a smug satisfaction as they landed onto the throw in the sand, right next to the startled drooling Gryffindor.

"Who he is, what he was, just as he did me back in second year!" Draco spat, albeit a bit muffled as he said it under his top while he was pulling it up and over his head.

Harry felt his mouth go dry as he glimpsed that smooth as satin flesh now drenched in the moonlight, taunting him. 'Commando, how typically Slytherin of him.' Harry thought.

"So, still knowing all of that, can you honestly say you don't care?" Draco replied flippantly, tossing his shirt over his shoulder to land on top of Harry's head.

Turning around to face a goggling Harry, he went in for the kill...Of everything said tonight, if this didn't save Stanley, and the struggling relationship Draco was trying to start with the most stubborn GIT on Earth, nothing would.

"Did he tell you 'everything' Harry?" Draco taunted slyly, unbuckling his watch and tossing it to the blanket where it landed with a soft thud and clink next to Harry's jean-clad thigh.

An evil smirk etched his sinful mouth as he was now slowly stroking himself, sliding his hand up and down. His throbbing pale pink shaft was slowly becoming harder, and slick with his pearlesent precum, while his other hand was plucking wickedly at his pale pink nipples, one at a time.

~~*

Harry could only shake his head. Feeling as if he was under Imperius, he found himself slowly echoing Draco's abrupt actions.

"Did he tell you he has no mate, and because of that, as it is apart of his curse, he is dying?" Draco sneered, still touching himself, watching Harry's every move with slitted eyes.

Harry's breath caught, just as he was removing his boots.

"You lie!" He breathed.

"No! I'm telling you the bloody truth." Draco declared, still watching Harry with a predatory stare.

At Harry's obvious hesitation, Draco replied, "Look into my eyes and you'll see it."

Slowly removing his boots and socks, Harry sat up, and pushed himself up to a stand.

Walking barefoot now, he went over to Draco. Looking up, he peered into the darkening depths of Draco's soul.

His breath caught again as he realized, the boy was indeed, telling the truth.

~~*

'You're gonna know...That I know...Don't try you're never gonna win...Underneath the starlight, starlight, there's a magical feeling so right...It will steal your heart tonight...'

~~*

As Harry's trembling fingers found the edge of his too tight red baby tee, he pulled it over his head, letting the shirt fall to the silvery throw. His little pink nipples puckered invitingly as the cool evening breezes brushed across them.

~~*

Training his smouldering emerald gaze on the aroused blonde, his hands slowly

move down to the fastening of his too tight belt less black jeans.

Slowly Harry says, "Fine Draco, you win."

And, as his black thong & breeches hit the sand, he kicks them away, running

skyclad toward the water.

Draco can only stare spellbound, as moonbeams bounce across that sweet bubble butt.

~~*

'You can try to resist, try to hide from my kiss, but you know...but you know, that you, can't fight the moonlight...Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart, but you know, but you know, that you, can't fight the moonlight...No...you can't fight it, no matter what you do...The night is gonna get to you...'

~~*

Noticing the Slytherin's sudden hesitations he taunts over one tanned shoulder, "What's the matter Malfoy? Scared?" Turning around swiftly, while still lightly jogging backwards, Harry holds his hands up in a 'come and get me' motion, complete with a Malfoy-ish smirk. Jumping into the warm sultry water, he swims out a bit, still taunting Draco.

Growling, Draco runs swiftly after him, slowing down as he reaches the waters edge.

Taking care, he swims out to mock-tackle his beloved. Smirking widely, he's loving it

as Harry squeals, his giggling is turned into blurbles when Draco's pushing down on top of his dark head.

Underneath the water, his eyes narrow wickedly as he yanks Draco's legs, causing the startled blonde to suddenly submerge.

Arms wrapped around the other, both boys surface sputtering and grinning madly.

As Draco's mouth descends hard he whispers, "You wish..." against Harry's soft berry flavoured lips.

~~*

Wrapping his long tanned legs around Draco's waist, and his golden arms around Draco's neck, Harry moves slowly up against the blonde's torso.

Bouncing lightly on Draco's bobbing cock, both boys are moaning from the delicious friction.

Breaking the kiss, Harry pulls back slightly, searching Draco's beautiful face, and looking into his silvery molten eyes, he whispers, "For Stanley, Draco." as his mouth descends and his hips tilt down causing their erections to rub once more.

Barely able to speak, tears slipping down his cheeks, his heart as well as his arms full of his Harry, Draco nods and chokes out, "Yes Harry love, this is for Stanley." he whispers

softly, taking the double meaning and shoving it down deep along with the hurt. Plan 'D' had indeed worked, 'but' He thought, 'at what cost?'

After whispering a lubrication spell, reaching down, Draco moves Harry up with one hand as he applies the lube and carefully positions the head of his thick throbbing cock with his other hand at His Harry's tight little hole.

Both boys moan and shudder. Wrapping his strong arms around his one, Draco feels Harry tighten his hold so as not to fall when he slowly begins a sensual rhythm.

As Draco moves in and out of His Harry's Heavenly heat, the water around them sparkles, and tiny waves of multi-coloured circles emanate from their joined bodies.

The faster and harder he strokes deep inside of his love, the rainbow colours deepen, then expand, covering the whole lake.

So wrapped up in each other, the Lover's don't even feel the timid touch of two trembling tentacles as they slowly slither around firm strong thighs, holding them both gently.

~~*

Looking down into his love's emerald depths, Draco's breath is caught by the sheer beauty of all that is his Harry Potter.

A feeling surges from deep inside, and bursts forth from his lips as he says, "I love you Harry, I have always loved you...from the moment I first saw you in that robe shop, I've wanted you for my very own."

~~*

Harry is overcome with emotions, as he searches Draco's silvery depths, only finding truth, and his bottom lip trembles slightly as he admits,

" I know Draco, I felt it then too. Even on the train, and again before the sorting."

Seeing the pleasure, in his Slytherin's bright eyes at his admitted feelings for the boy,

Harry decides to take a chance.

Still filled with the grace and beauty of Draco's own heated confession, Harry grips tight to his Gryffindor courage as he further admits,

"I, I wanted to say something, but, I, I was too angry with you at the time. But, But I, I wanted to tell you, I mean, I want to tell you, that, um, that, well, I love you Draco, I'm in love with you. I always have been, and I always will be."

~~*

After their confessions, both boys grin such dazzling white smiles, startling one another, they almost fall backwards into the warm moon-drenched waters.

As a small sigh is heard, they do slip and tumble over.

Re-surfacing they are sputtering salt water, and gaping through their drenched bangs at the dark-haired boy now bobbing near them.

Stanley Standish, now once again in the flesh, is sporting his own white smile as broad, and as bright as the Moon above shining gently down on them all.

~~*

"But Draco," Harry growled at his stubborn wet and nude Slytherin, "Stanley has been missing for a looong time now! No one would suspect, or even know him! We can just waltz into Hogwarts and,..."

At Draco's adamant negative headshake, Harry yells, " I'M TELLING YOU..."

Seeing Stanley standing there, equally as nude, and as wet as he and Draco, Harry lowers his voice when he notices his old friend wince at his tone.

"No one will notice him."

Exasperatedly, Harry runs his hands through his own wet hair, glaring daggers at his moonlit drenched Adonis-nemesis-lover.

Opening his mouth again he tries once more to convince Draco of his own earlier slapped together plan.

"Like I tried to tell you Draco Dearest, I have an Inv..."

But, Draco has heard enough of Harry's babbling. He's wet, and naked, and tired.

His old friend, formally the Giant Squid of Hogwarts, is now human once again.

'Merlin!' He thought, 'This night was gonna go down in his journal as one of the most exasperating, yet unusual night's of his young life!'

His stance is aggressive, as Draco's now folding his arms across his chiselled chest and glares right back. " Well Harry," He spat, "just what in the fuck were we gonna do with him then huh?"

Sending an apologetic glance at Stanley he says, "Nothing personal Stanley."

But Stanley is just standing there, gazing down at his new human hands and wiggling his fingers and both thumbs, and giggling softly as he digs his ten perfect little pink toes into the soft sand.

Rolling his eyes at the born again attitude of the dark-haired boy, he looks back at

his stubborn onyx-headed lover.

"Dammit Harry think! We can't just take him back to the dorms?!"

Throwing his arms out wide he declares loudly, " Oh, and I really can see Snape or McGonagall welcoming him back into the bosom of Hogwarts with open arms!"

Draco snorted at the mere thought.

"Honestly Potter," He sneers, "Don't be such an idiot!"

His chest is heaving, and although he does love Harry, he's itching to throttle him. Closing his eyes, he's now mentally counting to 10. But, as soon as Harry opens his mouth, his eyes snap open and the battle continues.

"Oh no," Harry growls showing his teeth, "don't YOU dare try and make me the heavy here Draconis! YOU wanted to help Stanley JUST as badly as I did!"

Sending the former Squid a look of regret at saying such a mean thing, he watches

dumbfounded as Stanley is now knee-deep in the sand, bent over, his firm round little bubble butt high in the air wiggling as he's busy building a sandcastle.

Rolling his own eyes heavenward, Harry has to swallow the giggle that's threatening to burst out at the absurdity, yet normalcy of the whole damn evening.

Turning his gaze back to his exasperating lover, he chokes as he snarls,

" YOU even started this whole thing with your little 'strip tease' you, you slimy snake, so don't even THINK of climbing on top of that Malfoy high-horse of yours, NOW, Draco!" He yelled.

Both boys are now in a heated argument, totally oblivious to the fact that they are standing there, starkers.

The tall dark haired boy paused in the construction of his elaborate sandy fortress.

Gently he pats at the wet sand, and places the tiny seashells he's found into the fragile foundation and outer walls for decoration.

Looking up at one snarling boy to the other, Stanley thought to himself, ' Perhaps

he'd been better off staying a Squid?'

~~*

All three boys heads quickly turn as a soft voice gently says,

"I'll see to him...He can come and stay with me. Here Stanley, come take my cloak."

Both Draco and Harry's jaws drop.

Turning toward each other, they blink, rub their eyes, shake their heads, then stare back at the person calmly looking back at them.

~~*

'meanwhile, at the top of the Tower, inside an abandoned classroom...'

"Are you okay?" Ron Weasley asks the silent boy in his arms.

Resting on Ron's broad shoulders, Blaise Zabini shakes his dark blonde head in a negative answer to his love's quietly spoken question. if Ron hadn't been holding him up, he'd of collapsed from the shock of what they'd both witnessed.

Sighing a tiny sigh, his breath hitches as tears slip slowly down his small face.

Hugging his love tighter to his chest, Ron presses his lips gently to the delicate

soft skin of Blaise's temple.

"Shh, baby, I know, I'm as confused and as shocked by what happened as you are."

Looking up at Ron, his dark blue eyes full of questions, needing answers, he whispers,

"Ron, why did Harry say such cruel, hurtful, and hateful things to Draco?"

With a deep sigh of his own, Ron slid himself and Blaise slowly down to the floor, resting his back up against the wall.

Moving Blaise to sit between his legs, he wraps his arms around his one, bringing the smaller boy's back against his chest.

Instinctively, he turns in his Gryffindors strong protective arms to be cuddled.

Bending down, Ron kisses the petal soft rosy cheek of the angel he is holding.

Breathing in the smell of vanilla and the unique scent of his Slytherin, In a low-pitched voice, he slowly begins to tell Blaise the truth, and the real life story of a boy, named Harry Potter.

~~^~~ end of Chapter 9-C~~^~~ tbc in Chapter10~~^~~
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