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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23420 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Silence reigned in both places, Harry’s heart thundered in his chest and Voldemort leaned forward in anticipation. A soft gasp of despair echoed from Severus and Lucius stared at the potion master with wide shocked eyes. Draco’s fingers clenched tighter into Harry’s flesh and he looked at the blond, fear in those stormy grey eyes, Harry knew that his own gaze would be reflecting the same sentiment.

“HOW!” Dumbledore’s voice was filled with fire as he looked between Kingsley and Remus, hatred brimming in the glare of the headmaster. There was an equally fiery look smouldering behind Sirius’ eyes and Severus echoed the emotion as he looked at the professor with ill contained animosity. The mood on a knife edge, Kingsley seemed at a loss to answer the enquiry, Lucius’ cool clipped tones loud in the room.

“I feel that now is neither the time nor the place for this discussion, we have more pressing matters to attend to,” his grey eyes looked back at the stand-off between his lover and former master, “Oh Mel…what are you doing?” the last whispered and full of anguish.

The moment broken by the flare of the floo, Ron and Hermione appearing and twin looks of confusion on their faces, followed closely by Molly. Her eyes flickered with shock at the sight of Melody, her hand flying to her mouth to hold in her gasp. Ron looked at the scene unfolding before him and Harry noticed that there was a strange expression on his face as he looked at Melody, still standing with silent defiance in the face of Voldemort. Leaving Harry even more bewildered as Ron looked down at his own arm at the faded scar that had been there as long as he could remember.

“My scar…she was there.” The words muttered absently and Molly reached to shush her son.

“Later.” She whispered and looked a Harry, noting that he had heard the words and offered him a look that said not now.

“What…the…hell!” Ron’s voice was high and his face matched his flaming hair. Harry followed his line of sight and realised that Draco’s fingers were still entwined with his own. Draco looked down at their fingers and fear filled his eyes, tempered with sadness. Harry’s heart broke at the look and tightened his grasp, turning his face to Ron with a determination to brave whatever his friend had to say.

“RON, NOT NOW!” Molly’s voice brooking no argument, red faced but knowing when to listen to his mother, Ron lowered his gaze but not before glaring at Draco, Harry bristled.

“We will talk about this later,” Harry was shocked at how calm his own voice sounded considering the anger was flowing through him, Draco squeezed his hand in a silent form of support and Harry smiled, “In the meantime you will show my boyfriend respect.” Harry’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he said the words. Draco’s breath caught at the words and the smile that spread across his face made the argument Harry knew he was facing more than worth it.

“Boyfriend?” Hermione asked, stunned and obviously surprised at the turn of events, Harry nodded.

“Hermione?” Harry whispered, and he was suddenly afraid that he was about to lose another friend. Relief filled him as she offered him a smile and he saw the understanding in her eyes.

“Thank you.” Draco’s soft cultured tones filling the silence and Hermione nodded to him. Harry felt tears in his eyes as she crossed the room and hugged him, whispering in his ear.

“No matter what Harry, I will always be your friend.” Harry hugged her tighter and Draco allowed himself to be squashed against her as the hug deepened.

“Well, how sweet,” The deep sarcastic tones bringing everyone back the current predicament , “Maybe we can stop hugging and do something.” There was a slight worried edge to his voice and Lucius moved towards the potion master, his eyes flitting between Rhyme and Severus.

Torn between two lovers…this must be hell.

“What about the portkey tattoo’s that they all have?” Remus asked and Harry found himself looking at Melody, noticing the large tattoo gracing her back. A large, deep red dragon swirling on her back, its head dipping along her hip, smoke puffing as it watched Voldemort and his followers.

“She has one on her arm,” everyone looked and noticed on her inner left wrist was a name written in unfamiliar letters entwined with tiny white flowers, Harry recognised them from his days gardening for the Dursleys, they were yarrows. The words from his aunt filling his mind and he felt his heart break.

Yarrows are for remembrance.

“It says Daniel doesn’t it?” Harry asked, Remus nodded and his voice was breaking as he spoke.

“Yes, it’s in ancient greek.” Severus seemed shocked at this statement and Harry heard him muttering about ancient greek potion scholars and his dark eyes were fixed on Remus, the wolf looked to the vision of Melody.

All thoughts of what was happening amongst them forgotten as the laughing hiss of the red eyed maniac echoed loudly.

“How I’ve looked forward to meeting you…ssssuch interesssting talessss.” Bellatrix stood by his side, eying the interloper with hateful eyes and idly playing with a large dagger. Greyback having recovered from his time with the dominatrix was standing watching with hunger in his eyes, yellow eyes skimming over Rhyme’s partially dressed body. Harry felt his skin crawl at the look and Draco echoed his sentiment with a shiver.

Melody simply stood with her deep blue eyes focused on Voldemort but Harry could see her assessing surrounding area, her training keeping her on high alert. There was a soft smirk on her lips and mischief shone brightly in her gaze. This seemed to anger Voldemort and Harry felt the malice in the room even through the projection.

“Let me play with her…please… my lord.” Bellatrix was practically bouncing with excitement at the thought of getting her hands on the auror.

“Why doesn’t she use the portkey?” Harry shouted, he felt utter uselessness at his inability to help with the situation and he felt anger borne of frustration rising inside him.

“Harry...,” Kingsley waited for Harry to look at him and with great reluctance he looked at the head Auror and his despair increased at the look on the man’s face, “They’re a last resort.”

“So…she can use it now…she’s in danger!” the sense of urgency was building in Harry, that strange connection that he felt towards the auror growing even more now he knew she was his godmother.

“Harry…he means that they can only be used if she’s dying.” Remus’ voice was gentle but brimming with anguish and Harry wanted to scream at the realisation.

“He’s going to kill her.” He whispered as if frightened to say the words out loud, Severus let out a pain filled groan at the words.

“NO! She’s too bloody strong and smart to let that happen!” Lucius’ words were determined and Harry wished that he could feel that way.

“Ssssso nothing to sssssay for yoursssself?”

“Fuck you!” Melody’s voice was sweet and Harry was surprised at the venom in the two words.

Voldemort merely laughed at the words, his eyes glowing red as he leant forward and muttered words that made the bile rise in Harry’s throat.

“Now that would be interessssting…. Maybe gracing my bed will make you talk.”

“NO!” Severus shouted and Lucius stormed towards the fire place.

“Father! Don’t be stupid he will kill you!” Draco let go of Harry and ran towards Lucius, the older blond gathering a handful of floo powder, the fine dust flying everywhere as he was pushed to the ground by his indignant son.

“I have to help her!” Lucius struggled and Harry found himself involved in the fray, holding the older blond down as Draco tried to talk to him, Harry could feel the desire in Lucius and the sadness grew at the words spilling from the normally reserved man, “I can’t let him touch her…please I love her…don’t let him hurt her…merlin please!”

“Lucius.” The rich tones overflowed with strength and love, Harry found himself looking up to take in the obsidian depths as his hold was replaced with that of the potion master. Everyone watched with stunned silence as he held his crying lover, rocking him and soothing the distraught blond. Severus looked at Kingsley with fire in his eyes and his words echoed the feeling in the room. “We have to save her and kill that fucking bastard.”

“But your position in his group!” Dumbledore roared, “You will not jeopardise it!”

“I will do whatever I have to,” Severus met the anger head on, “I think you have manipulated my life for long enough!”

The tension in the room was almost palpable and Harry could feel the anger rising within the elder wizard. Shocked at the new revelation of how manipulative the man was, he found himself thinking back to all the things that had happened and wondered if things might have been different.

Why did he adopt Melody but leave me to the Dursley’s?

Why did he destroy her relationship with Severus?

“Ssssso it appearsssss that you will not bow to me.” Voldemort smiled and Harry could feel his flesh creep at the sight.

Rhyme laughed and quirked an eyebrow, Harry found himself looking at Severus as she did a perfect impression of the older man.

“Good…ssssso much more fun to be had if you don’t give in sssssso eassssily,” As he finished the last word, he flicked his wand and shouted “Crucio!”

Lucius shouted as if he had been hit by the curse and Harry was rooted to the spot as he witness Rhyme grit her teeth but stay standing. A look of shock briefly flickered across Voldemort features and he quickly replaced them with malice, narrowing his eyes and shouting the curse again with more intensity. Rhyme clenched her jaw and Harry could see her muscles cramping under the force but she still refused to fall to her knees. Voldemort turned and looked at the madly grinning woman next to him and Harry tensed as she shouted alongside her master. Rhyme let out a soft moan of pain, echoed by a despairing moan from both Lucius and Severus. Greyback laughed and flicked his wand, his own power adding to the mix and Rhyme whimpered, her knees buckling but she still refused to fall before Voldemort.

“I will not kneel before you!"she shouted through gritted teeth,
Voldemort smiled and then nodded to the three other deatheaters that had entered the room.
“Oh I think that may change…my sssspecial little auror.” Then all six of them hit her with the spell simultaneously.

Rhyme convulsed her back arching and a soundless scream spilled from her lips and Hermione screamed for her. Harry could not look away as Melody staggered and her knees gave way, Voldemort laughed and Bellatrix cheered gleefully. All six of them hit her again with the curse and Melody’s eyes rolled in her head, hitting the floor with a thud as she passed out.

“Take her…dear Bellatrix can play with her for a while,” Lucius shouted his fear at the words, Severus was watching the expression on Greyback’s face and giving a murderous one of his own, “Greyback…you will not have her,” Voldemort smiled at the falling expression on his minions face, he gave a twisted grin that Harry would be giving him nightmares for months to come, “Do not worry my loyal ssssservant, sssssshe will be all yourssss…after I’ve had her.” The sound of laughing echoed loudly as they all left the room. Rhyme being dragged by two other deatheaters and their own guffaws of sick amusement following them. The spying orb went black now that it had nothing new to show them, the room silent and Harry looked at the matching horrified expressions.

“We have to do something.” Molly voiced what everyone was thinking, Kingsley began talking quickly to his men through the fire, Severus offering advice and ordering various healing potions for the worst case scenario. Harry tried to offer his help but was pushed aside by the other auror’s. He felt useless and at a loss for what to do, he walked out and into the kitchen. Taking deep breaths Harry tried to slow his heart and from the frustrated tears from flowing.

“Harry,” Draco’s tender voice whispered behind him and Harry found himself wrapped in a warm embrace, he leaned back and felt breath on his neck, “I know how you feel.” Harry knew that in some respects that Draco probably did feel the same but there was niggling doubt in the back of his head.

Why am I so drawn to her?

Feeling soft lips press against his skin Harry knew that the connection to Melody was not in any way sexual, while he could appreciate her beauty he knew that that’s all it was, an appreciation and nothing more.

“Come out of that head of yours and talk to me.” Draco’s words were playful but Harry knew that he was concerned.

Harry turned in the blonds embrace and pulled him into his arms, pressing his lips to Draco’s cool soft ones. A soft moan spilled into his mouth and he found himself tasting the addictive coral of Draco’s mouth. Uncaring about the possibility of getting caught, Harry deepened the kiss knowing that he needed the connection with the blond even in these circumstances.

“Upstairs.” Draco murmured into his mouth, Harry looked at the drawing room and Draco read his mind, “They will call with any news, I need to hold you properly…please.” Harry couldn’t resist the breathless plea and he allowed the blond to lead him to his room.

Neither of them spoke as they entered the room, Harry reached to pull Draco back into his arms, disappointed when Draco shook his head and pushed him towards the bed. The disappointment quickly replaced with desire as Draco locked the door and turned to look at him with barely contained lust. Harry’s mouth became dry and he licked his lips as he watched Draco began to strip his clothes, slowly in a teasing manner. Harry reached up to start undressing, Draco shook his head and whispered in breathy tones.

“No…watch me.” Harry immediately followed the order and was mesmerised by the vision, smooth creamy skin tantalisingly revealed and Harry’s hands itched to touch the soft flesh. After what seemed a lifetime of torment, Draco stood gloriously naked and his rigid cock bobbed as he sauntered over to Harry.

“You are so beautiful.” Harry whispered and he had never meant it as much as at that moment, the soft light spilling through the windows making the blond look like an angel.

“You are beautiful.” Draco whispered back in almost reverent tones, he dropped to his knees and began kissing Harry’s neck. All the while Draco undressed the hyperventilating Harry. His heart was thundering and Draco placing kiss on every bit of newly exposed skin was doing nothing to help the situation, Harry’s cock was straining painfully inside his trousers. Every part of his body was charged with electricity and his skin felt too tight for his body. Draco was panting with desire and Harry pulled him up to crush their mouths together, the kiss heated. Harry moved up the bed and Draco followed his lead, ending up between Harry’s legs and they both moaned as their erections brushed alongside one another. The slick sound of the pre-come aiding the friction building between them, tongues lapping lazily as they moaned with pleasure. Harry knew what he needed at that moment and he pushed aside all of his fears.

“Draco…I want you,” Draco kissed him harder, Harry knew that they would come like this but that wasn’t what he craved and needed, “I want you inside me.” Draco stopped breathing for a second and pulled back from the kiss, lust shone brightly but there was doubt in there.

“Are you sure?” he whispered

“Yes…I need you.”

Draco dived back into the kiss and he rubbed against Harry faster. Harry’s brain nearly shut down at the sensation but he managed to hold it together long enough to reach down and guide Draco’s dripping shaft to nudge against his tight entrance. Both of them moaned at the feel, Harry could feel the head of Draco’s length pushing against the guardian muscle. The heated tip sliding in a fraction of inch before meeting resistance and Harry arched his back at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry,” Draco pulled back and placed sweet kisses on Harry’s panting mouth, “We need something to help.” Harry saw a tell-tale blush gracing the blonds’ creamy skin and licked along his bottom lip earning a groan from Draco. Draco with reluctance broke the kiss and reached to the side, his fingers searching in the bedside table draw. He offered Harry a beautiful smile as he pulled the tube of lubricant out, dropping it on the bed next to Harry’s hip and the expression informed him that he could change his mind if he wanted to. Harry decided that actions spoke louder than words in this instance and gently wrapped his fingers in Draco’s silky blond hair, pulling him into a kiss. He felt blindly for the tube and placed it in Draco’s hand, his eyes hopefully reflecting the trust and desires that threatened to take over him. The stormy grey eyes making Harry’s cock twitch with the arousal that reflected in them. He took a deep breath as he heard the flick of the cap and tried to relax, gasping at the cool feeling of slick fingers rubbing against his pucker. Willing his body to relax and Harry concentrated on the kiss, feeling Draco’s breath puffing into him as he panted, a single finger slipped inside. Draco pulled back from the kiss and Harry whimpered at the sight of saliva slicking his kiss swollen lips, Draco’s mouth glossy.

“Harry…is this ok?” Harry found him struggling to put his feelings into words, he nodded and spread his thighs wider and a drop of pre-come splashed his belly at the look in Draco’s eyes, a fire burning in the intense gaze.

“Please.” Harry croaked and Draco crushed their mouths together and time fell away, minutes, hours Harry had no idea how long they kissed as Draco gently prepared him. Harry brought back to his body as Draco crooked the three fingers now buried deep inside him touching something that set of stars behind his eyes. His body feeling bereft as they were removed with a slick pop, Draco took a breath and nudged his cock against the twitching entrance. Harry fisted the sheets as inch by inch Draco pushed inside him, Harry’s flesh parting to allow the throbbing shaft to open him up.

“Oh…oh…oh.” Words fled him at the feel, his body on fire. Harry closed his eyes for a second and allowed the pain to fill him, shocked at the painful burn of muscle pushing against the intrusion but slowly, torturously slowly the pain dissipated into sweet pleasure. Draco was shaking, sweat coating is quivering muscles as he trembled with the effort of not plunging into the addictive heat. Harry experimentally clenched around him and keened as Draco pulled back only to then drive forward taking his breath away.

“OH!” Draco exhaled harshly at the feeling.

Harry felt his body spiralling out of control, the need taking over and he lifted his legs to wrap them tightly around the thrusting blonds hips. Any thread of control that Draco had seemed to fall away as he plunged in and out, the speed of his thrusts making Harry arch his back with pleasure. His balls tingly with the tell-tale sign of his impending climax and by the soft grunts spilling from Draco’s parted lips Harry knew that Draco was struggling not to come.

“I’m so close…touch me…please!” Harry pleaded and writhed at the feel of soft fingers wrapping around his own turgid cock, one stroke and Harry let out a whoosh of air and spilled copious amounts of hot, ropey come over his chest. Feeling every fibre of his being melt with the overwhelming pleasure, his muscles tensing rhythmically and Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck and screamed his release. Harry lay stunned and quietly whimpering at the sensation of Draco’s filling him and coating his quivering insides. Soft exhales of breath filling the room as their thundering hearts slowed. Harry smiled as Draco gently kissed him, the hint of salty sweat on the tip of his tongue as the languidly embraced, Draco still buried inside him.

“Harry,” Draco pulled away and Harry whimpered, the blond looking down at him with stormy eyes, “I…I…fuck,” Harry tried to pull back into a kiss but he resisted, “Harry..I love you.”
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