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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 11
- 12
- 13
Title: Long Strides to a Short Walk

Author: Emerald Grey

Disclaimers: Don't own, Don't sue. All that is mine are my OC's Re & Ti, (& welcome new OC Stanley Standish!) my plot and that is it. All the rest belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books, and Warner Bro's, Inc.

NO: Copyright, money, nor trademark infringement is intended.

Pairings: DM/HP RW/BZ OC/OC OC/?? with past references to JP/LM

Category: MALE/MALE SLASH MALE PREGNANCY AU Angst, with some humor

Warnings: M/M pairings, & SLASH *explicit at times* also some extreme violence at times, and swear words, Male Pregnancy, AU Angst, Song's Fic at times to add to the story's atmosphere. For any other warnings, see Chapter One.

Ratings: PG-13 - NC-17 (HC)

Summary: A bet gone wrong, A love gone sour, A mistake made right, and a right wronged.

Song: 'Don't Move' By: Butch Walker

**~~** Chapter 10 **~~**

Removing the entire invisibility cloak, moonbeams glistening across familiar features, a young man shakes his dark head slightly, running his hand through the messy fringe of his black bangs, bringing forth an audible gasp from his audience of three.

Biting his bottom lip lightly to hid a small smirk, he purposely is ignoring them, as he's carefully folding the shimmery iridescent cloth into a small square, and stuffing as much of it as he can deep into the back pocket of his tight jeans.

Slim nimble fingers reaching up to unbuckle the heavy golden lion shaped clasp of his black school robe, the boys gasp again as a very nicely toned body is revealed.

Standing 5' 11 inches tall in black leather boots, skin tight midnight blue hip-hugger muggle jeans cover slender hips and a tucked in red tee shirt with a pacing growling lion on the front, proudly proclaiming to all in gleaming letters etched in gold, the house of 'GRYFFINDOR' as it stretched tightly across his chest and firm abs outlined by the material.

Tossing his robe nonchalantly over one shoulder,

(he didn't bumble, stumble, or even drop it once!)

the boy is now openly smirking at the expressions on both Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy's shocked faces.

Sneering he drawled, "What? did you think you're the only one Harry Potter, with an invisibility cloak?" Shaking his head ruefully he added, smirk widening to a full out grin, exposing a lovely white smile, "Harry, Harry, Harry, how do you think I followed you and Hermione and Ron all these years, hmm?"

~~*

Both boys are stunned!

Especially Harry, who had known this boy for years now, and, did he just smirk at him!!?? And why is HE staring at poor Stanley like that?

~~*

Draco is gob smacked! 'And did that idiot just smirk at HIS Harry?! And why is HE looking at Stanley like Ron Weasley looking at the last leg of chicken on a platter?'

Following the line of vision to Stanley who is now looking intently back at the dark haired boy, Draco and Harry watch dumbfounded as dark brown eyes deepen further. 'Why would Stanley appear to be studying the stranger closely?' Draco wondered.

~~*

Realizing that the clothed boy has eyes for only one person, and they are NOT it, both gob smacked boys are soon jumping to the same conclusions. 'Okay, who is this and why would ANYONE polyjuice themselves as...'

"Wha...t...tha..Ne...v...ille,...Longbottom?" Harry stuttered, blanching as he realizes they are all naked, except for of course the dashing Neville Longbottom look-a-like.

"Long...bot...tom?" Draco silently mouthed, his gasp echoing Harry's, a tiny confused frown now marring his perfect features. The frown deepened, he refused to stutter aloud. A Malfoy never stuttered.

~~*

Totally ignoring the sputtering Potter, and his pet goldfish Malfoy, holding out his slender hands, he motions to the boy by the small sand castle to come to him.

Carefully Stanley stands up, stretching his slim 5' foot 7 inch frame and walks toward him.

A tiny shy smile plays on his full pink lips as he reaches out his own small hands.

Returning the smile, then gently grasping those slim sandy fingers with one hand, he whips out his wand with the other.

Muttering a simple cleansing charm, soon Stanley is sand free, all over his person.

Sticking his wand into his back pocket, Neville takes the robe over his shoulder, gives it a small shake, and motions to the smaller boy to turn around.

Stanley does as he's being silently bid, and accepts the covering, lifting his chin so that Neville can fasten the heavy golden clasp. Turning back around, he tilts his head back to look up at the taller boy.

At Neville's obvious appraisal, he blushes heavily, quickly ducking his dark head.

A tiny grin forms in his reddened dimpled cheeks, and soon he's shyly sneaking looks at the taller boy from beneath his vale of thick long black lashes.

Although his nude body is now covered up from the dark haired boy's heated gaze, Stanley's breath catches as he feels that 'look' go straight down to his throbbing cock.

However, when Neville turns that 'look' on Draco and Harry, both young men blush hotly, then become quickly affronted.

'How DARE Longbottom stare at what is mine!' Draco fumes inwardly, glaring at the smirking Gryffindor. 'No one covets what belongs to a Malfoy! Especially IN FRONT of said Malfoy!' Growling softly, Draco shows his teeth in a feral smile.

~~*

'I don't like the way Neville is staring at Draco! It's as if,...It's as if he were a bloody steak!' Harry groused inwardly. Coolly staring Longbottom dead in the eye, he's totally unaware of the sparkling emerald green flames in his own eyes.

~~*

But Neville, laughing deeply, holds his hands up palms out as he assures the bristling duo, "Relax boys, the only one I'm interested in is right here in front of me."

Now it's Stanley who's blushing bright pink, as the gallant Gryffindor's words melt into his lonely heart. He hadn't felt that adored, or wanted, since...since, Sal...

Wordlessly, Neville puts his arms around the smaller boy and hugs him close.

He smiles inwardly, as he feels slender arms hesitate before tentatively sliding around his waist, to do the same.

Looking over Stanley's robe covered shoulder, he breathes in his unique scent.

An alluring crisp smell of the ocean, the tangy scent of the lake & the sand and the fresh sea air tickle his senses.

With his new charge now wrapped safely in his arms, he closes his eyes, smiling slightly, allowing himself this rare indulgence.

Tucking his head back down to the juncture where Stanley's throat and neck meet, he nuzzles briefly before trailing his lips slowly upward, whispering softly into a shell pink ear, " See, I told you I'd be here. I kept my promise to you, just as I said I would do."

The obvious excitement in Neville's voice of having him here caused Stanley's heart to blossom with hope that things would work out somehow.

Especially at the boy's next heated words, "It'll be okay, you'll see. I hope you get sorted into Gryffindor with me. You are even more beautiful than the picture I found of you in the Library." He breathed, causing the short hairs at Stanley's nape to be ruffled, the thrill and chill of those special words to make him feel hot and cold in the same instant they were uttered.

~~*

With a small gulp he quietly said," Stan, I know this has been very foreword of me and all, but I just can't seem to help myself! I just have to ask, can, I,...can...I keep you?" As he stumbled over this last part, he could feel the other boy's blush heat his skin, as his slight frame trembled.

~~*

Opening his eyes, Neville catches Draco and Harry watching him closely.

Knowing they heard every word, he himself blushes brightly.

Hearing their collective snicker, and seeing identical smirks on both of their haughty faces, his courage takes a dip as quick as a snitch as he stammers baldly, "Y...ou, you g...guys don't know the w...whole story, but I will say this, you t...two are not the only ones he'd ever mentally spoken with. N...now, I'm t...taking him to my dorm, get..ting him some clothing and some sh...shoes which, you two OBVIOUSLY forgot about, then it's off to see the Headmaster, see about get...ting him sorted, and if he's put in Gryffindor, he'll come b...back to the Towers with m...me."

Now glaring at them both, Neville's resembling a toddler that's been told, 'no sweets' till after dinner' as his hold on Stanley tightens causing the poor boy to *meep* rather loudly.

Mortified, Neville apologizes to him profusely, and the glare levelled at his long-time friend and his friend's lover is kicked up a notch.

~~*

Harry and Draco look first at each other, their identical smirks becoming an all out grin. Which soon turns to tiny snickers, then to full belly laughter. Soon, both boys are leaning on each other helplessly giggling and wiping away tears of mirth.

~~*

Watching as Harry pushed away from Draco and moved to sit down on a pretty silvery-pink coverlet, Neville snorted when the boy reached over to a pile of clothes, and grabbing up a shirt, covered his lap with it, still giggling madly.

Then, his dark blue eyes narrowed after noticing Malfoy just standing there, sliding his toes in the sand, and looking very intently at them both, trademark bastard smirk firmly in place.

Neville sighed loudly, his stuttering becoming non-existent as his irritation at them both started escalating as he pointedly asked, "So tell me, what were you two gonna bloody do AFTER you brought him back? Hide him in your fucking wardrobe?" He sneered at both red faced boys, looking pointedly down at Harry's heated features as he watched him intently chewing on that question.

The seriousness of the situation deflated the surreal balloon of humor as quickly as the swipe of a cat's sharp claw.

When the weight of their silence became the obvious answer, one too painful to admit, Neville's next words broke through their guilty thoughts.

"Did you even think it through, Harry?" Neville demanded sadly of his long time hero, and childhood friend.

Looking Harry dead in the eyes, he tilted his chin, resembling every bit the Pureblood he was as he looked down his slim nose at Harry before stating coolly, "He's NOT a bloody monster anymore Harry James Potter!"

Glaring at them hotly he declared, "Stanley Jeffersone Standish is a person now, thanks to your's and Malfoy's 'help' of course, which," He added hastily, " we both are eternally grateful, but," He warned, his dark brows gathering as he drove his 'oh too clear' point into the sandy ground," now, he's here, and I for one am going to see to it that this time around, things go better for him!"

~~*

Blanching, Harry almost jumped at the stern look the out-of-character acting boy shot him.

And, his eyes widened further as he noticed Neville slowly looking Draco up and down.

He wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off of Neville's smug face when the boy coldly smirked, "Besides, I think Stanley and I have seen quite enough of the both of you, don't you agree Stan?"

But, before anyone can comment, winking lewdly over his shoulder, Neville pulls out the iridescent cloth from his back pocket, shakes it out, and carefully tosses it over them both.

As he and the new human step away, all you can see of them is the powdery tracks their side by side prints have now left in the soft wet sand.

~~*

'Good morning sunlight...as I get used to you, It's all gonna be...all right, I've did all I can do...And, as I'm waiting for those eyes to say what's on your mind, I finally think I've found the words to say...So baby don't move...at all...cause you're about to break my fall...Stay where you are, staring at the stars...Don't ever move at all...'

~~*

Up at the Astronomy Tower, the morning sun is licking it's way across the edges of the sky, streaming into the dirty windows of an abandoned classroom, falling onto the dark-golden-blonde head of the boy wrapped tightly in his arms.

Carefully, Ron Weasley shifts his numb arse, re-adjusting his sore arms, trying hard not to awaken his precious burden.

His slim freckled nose is now resting atop Blaise's silky head, as tendrils of soft dark blonde hair tickle his chin.

Breathing him in deeply, becoming intoxicated by his Slytherin's smell and the warm sunshine, Ron smiles when the smaller boy yawns lightly, stretching his slender arms, straight up, almost bumping Ron in the face.

Wiggling his shapely bum a bit, shifting to get comfortable, soon he's nuzzling his nose into Ron's broad chest.

Curling up his slender shoulders, Blaise gives a happy little sigh, as he turns in toward Ron's embrace, tucking his slim hands under his chin.

As Ron presses a gentle kiss to his temple, Blaise awakens slightly.

Tilting back his head, hooded dark blue eyes capture his smitten Gryffindor. With a tiny smile, he reaches up first one arm and then the other, his slim fingers trailing through soft auburn hair as Blaise pulls Ron's full lips closer to his own.

~~*

'So many black and white are made to be so blue...We've all got our wars to fight but I won't fight with you...If I could just get your attention I'd never let it go...Until you felt what I'm...gonna say...So baby don't move...at all...Cause you're about to break my fall...Stay where you are, staring at the stars, and don't ever move at all...'

~~*

Moments after the unlikely couple had left, Draco noticed the buttery yellow tendrils of the coming day as they played along the night's edge. As lovely a sight as it was, nothing could compare to his Harry, laid back on the silvery-pink throw, long legs stretched out, his shirt haphazardly covering his lap, staring at the stars.

~~*

Leaning back on his arms, looking thoughtfully up at the fading evening sky, Harry James Potter was being body slammed by his insecurities.

~~*

As Draco's line of vision followed his, he was startled when Harry suddenly asked, "Do you believe in wishes on stars Draco?"

~~*

Standing there, watching him, Draco was filled with so many emotions they almost knocked him to the sand.

This time, there was no water to break his fall, and once again, the painful, excitingly, scary feelings of being truly in love with someone slammed into him.

~~*

'Why's it gotta be that everybody's gotta see the sadness...Everybody's lonely,...We don't have to be lonely baby...'

~~*

As Neville ushered the smaller boy into the Castle, he felt Stanley's hesitations.

Whispering in his ear, he told him, "It's okay Luv, we're going to my dorm first, find you some clothes, then I'll take you to Headmaster Dumbledore, just like I'd promised you. He'll know what to do Stan."

Dark blue eyes look deeply into eyes so brown they appear black. Nodding his head, Stanley agrees.

Carefully Neville makes his way to the Gryffindor Towers.

As they arrive in front of the Fat lady, Neville murmurs the password, 'Quidditch' and blushes at Stanley's raised brows.

"Er, ever since this whole Draco & Harry thing started, some dumb-arse thought it would be funny to make our password that." Neville hastily explained.

~~*

Stanley just smiled, remembering well the many hours he'd spent listening to all three boys piss and moan about 'something' each and every visit they made to him throughout the years.

He couldn't help but stare at Neville. he was amazed that the little pudgy round faced boy he'd met years ago, was now this tall handsome young man standing beside him.

Just as he'd watched Harry and Draco grow, he'd also had a personal interest in Neville.

He hoped what Neville had spoken with him about on their trip to Hogwarts was real. He didn't want his second chance to be ruined, nor did he want to be alone.

It had been so lonely out there in the huge ocean fed lake and, despite the acquaintances of all three boys, Stanley was afraid of being left all alone.

He was also feeling a bit randy, as the spell had left him 15 again, not the 17 he was when the spell had been cast so long ago.

'Merlin! He was only human!'

At this thought a tiny bubble of happiness threatened to burst and he knew if it did, he'd have the giggles something fierce!

What with Draco and Harry's ruttings, and feeling Neville's obvious interest in him rub & bump against his thigh every now and then as they were now walking to the Headmaster's office, Stanley moaned lightly and bit his lip.

Sneaking a glance up at his handsome rescuer, he wished for the growth spurt that he knew would hit in another year or two.

He hated being so short!

At 17 he'd been a strapping 6 foot 2 inches tall and pretty well set downstairs at an impressive 8 inches.

But? At 15 he'd been 5 foot 7 inches tall and only 6 inches below.

Sneaking glances up at Neville, he'd wondered briefly what it would be like to touch his face and trace a finger over those full berry red lips and.. Oh, oh, looked like lil' Stanley was awake again...

Following Neville up the stairs to his dorm room, a little spark of anticipation hit him as Stanley walked along side the boy, their shoulders bumping comfortably as they climbed up each step. He smiled as Neville's hand in his tightened briefly.

"Okay, um, we have to be very quiet," Neville whispered, slipping the cloak off of them once they were at his side of the dorm room he shared with Dean and Seamus and Ron and Harry.

Motioning for Stanley to come and sit on the edge of his bed, he felt his cock twitch as he saw a glimpse of Stanley's thighs, and the curve of his fine arse as he bounced on the bed the movement causing the robe he wore to flap upwards.

~~*

Stanley was in heaven! Closing his eyes he thought,' Ah, this bed felt soooooooooo good against his backside, he just wanted to lay down and sleep, or lay down curled around Neville and...'

~~*

"Stanley!" Neville hissed.

Looking up at Neville, an apologetic smile stole across his generous mouth.

Neville smiled back slightly, understanding full well how the boy must possibly of felt.

Grinning now, he whispered, "come on Luv, the sooner you get dressed, and I get you to the Headmaster, the sooner you can get some real rest yeah?"

Nodding, he blushed slightly, and took the clothing Neville was holding out to him.

It looked odd, and he was embarrassed he didn't even know how to wear what looked like breeches.

Hanging his head in shame, he felt tears threaten as he questioned himself for the hundredth time that day. 'Would he really be able to do this? To fit in, to survive this 'second chance' the fates had blessed him with?'

Neville was watching him closely. Slapping his hand lightly to his forehead he whispered,

"sorry Luv, let me help you get into these. here, take off the robe, that's a boy, now, these are called boxer briefs, quite the invention, keeps yer goolies in place." Neville's soft easy whispered chatter soon had Stanley less embarrassed and more and more excited. He loved feeling someone touching him. Standing like a little doll, he let the taller boy dress him in the strange clothing.

~~*

Once Stanley was properly attired, (Neville had borrowed a little something from everyone in the dorm, as Stanley was a bit small to wear all of his things.) they set off for the Headmaster's office.

~~*

Once they arrived, Neville realized a couple of things. 1. He'd rushed off like the Gryffindor he was, like the git he'd accused Harry Potter of being. Because, 2. he had NO earthly bloody clue what the bloody password was! GAH! He wanted to scream as the ramifications of last few hours fell down hard onto his shoulders.

Looking down at the handsome boy-who-was-once-a-squid, looking up at him so trustingly, he smiled brightly, and, again, like the Gryffindor he truly was, decided to just 'wing it' and then shuddered as he thought of what his Gran would say at him so comfortably using muggle slang.

Under the safety of the invisibility cloak, he began to whisper all of the candy, both wizard and muggle that he knew.

Smugly he grinned, his new found courage slamming back into him again, as he realized, after living with three muggle-borns as good friends, that was quite a lot!

~~*

Stanley stood looking up at the tall boy in amusement. They had been here long enough for the sky to welcome the day, and still, they were no closer to entering the Headmaster's office.

Neville who was now looking like he'd love to rip off the head of the golden gargoyle that he'd been patiently feeding hissed names of candies to, startled as Stanley touched his arms, carefully turning him around as he calmly asked,

"Is that him, over there, standing by that tall dark greasy haired looking chap, the one all dressed in black?"

~~*

Neville blanched, as he realized, a couple of things. 1. Yes, that definitely was his Headmaster Albus Dumbledore chatting it up with, 2. the Potions Master and his personal nemesis since first year, Professor Severus Snape., and as 3. Curiosity got the better of him, soon Neville was dragging them closer, to hear just what was being said.

~~*

"Ah, my dear, Severus," Dumbledore atones softly, placing a pale withered hand on the tall dark haired man's arm, squeezing lightly, as he greets him by asking," another beautiful day dawns here at Hogwarts my boy, wouldn't you agree?"

~~*

Glaring down at the hand, he smirks slightly as it is quickly removed. Damn that Gryffindor's touchy feely attitude! In a sneering drawl he replied, "Ah, yes, Albus, a most interesting day has dawned indeed. By the way, have you perchance managed to speak with Potter concerning Draco's situation? His Father and I are most concerned, and we wish to have this situation in a better semblance of an order, especially should a certain nosey reporter catch wind of this delicate matter?" He inquired, dark brows drawn at the mere horror of how much damage that infernal woman could cause them all.

~~*

Thoughtfully the old man replied, "Hmm, no, no, not as yet, I'd hoped to have a word with him after breakfast though."

~~*

The dark haired Professor snorted, as he said, "Well, see to it that you do. We need to have things in order and soon. It would not bode well for Potter if certain members of the wizarding world found out that, not only was he 'expecting' but that he'd caused a Malfoy to be in the same predicament." Shaking his head woefully, he added, "For what it is worth Albus, I wish I'd never invented the stuff."

~~*

Once again, the hand comforted his arm. Awkwardly patting the arm, he said his partings, and then in a swirl of dark robes swiftly left.

As twinkling pale blue eyes watched him leave, they simply sparkled as they turned to ward them.

~~*

"Ah Mr Longbottom, how may I be of assistance to you and your new friend this fine, fine morning?"

~~*

After a hearty announcement of 'Mars Bars! The golden Gargoyle let them pass to the office above.

Neville had long since removed the cloak covering him and Stanley from view. As the Headmaster led the way, Neville felt his stomach sour at the thought that Stanley would be placed elsewhere than in Gryffindor with him.

~~*

As the old man waved them to a seat, both boys were suddenly nervous. Sitting down in the crushed red velvet winged backed chairs, they both sat on the edges, watching his every move.

Hiding a snicker, he picked up a tall glass jar, popping open the top of it and holding it out toward them he offered, "Lemon drop?"

Stanley, who had never had such a treat, hesitantly reached out his small hand, and plucked one of the sweet treats from the top of the sugary pile.

Neville watched him, and then shrugged as he too took one of the sugar frosted yellow candies from the top of the clear container. Both boys quickly popped the candy into their mouths and waited.

Taking one for himself, the man then sat the jar back onto the table and replaced the sealed lid. Sucking thoughtfully on his sweet for a moment, both boys jumped, almost choking on their candy when he announced, "Well, Mr. Standish, are you ready to be sorted once again?"

~~*

Eagerly Stanley nodded.

~~*

Neville was biting on the edge of his thumb, a habit he'd had all of his life when he felt nervous. Stanley was seated on the little brown stool, the battered tan sorting hat atop his head.

It had been almost 10 minutes, and still the damn floppy thing had yet to utter a sound.

~~*

"Ah, Stanley Standish! MERLIN! The Hat squealed, How can this possibly be? I, I saw you turned into that horrid Sea Monster myself!"

"You did, how?" Curiosity colored Stanley�s words, as he waited for the Hat's reply.

Sheepishly the little hat admitted, "Well, I had followed you and Salazar, I know, it was wrong of me, but, well, there is something I guess I should tell you. I was Godric's little 'slice on the side'.

The Hat sounded embarrassed as he admited, "He had taken up with me, not long after he found out about you and Sal. I had heard about the two of you, and I wanted to see for myself if it was true. So, I followed you."

The hat then said sadly, "After what Godric did to you, I tried to break it off with him, I told him I'd tell, and he would have to turn you back, be punished for his dark deed. He just laughed and took my soul and stuck it into this infernal hat! He lied and told them that the hat they had been using was now new, and had a spirit to guide in the sorting of all of the Houses, that Merlin himself had made it, and wanted it to be used at the School."

Sighing sadly, the little hat admitted," I've been trapped inside of here, as long as you've been that squid. But, unlike you, I have no such recourse to be changed back. He used an even darker spell on me, one that has no counter cure. I am resigned to my eternal fate."

Stanley was gob smacked! he felt sorry for the poor boy the hat once was, and he didn't know what more to say.

"Ah, well, my life, The little hat sighed, I've done good for myself though, I love meeting each new child, and it's a big responsibility sorting the children into their suited houses. Speaking of which, Albus looks like he's getting a bit curious, I know I don't have to say so, but, please, lets keep this all between old friends eh?"

At Stanley's agreeing nod, the little hat got right down to business.

"Hmm, you seem to have all of the traits of all of the houses. And you've obviously changed since you were last sorted Ravenclaw...But, your strongest suit is for, GRYFFINDOR!"

~~*

With a big grin, Stanley hopped down off of the stool, carefully took the hat off of his head, placing it gently onto the chair with a loving pat, and walked straight into a smiling Neville Longbottom's waiting embrace.

~~*

And Albus Dumbledore watched all of this with starry eyes. "Ah, to be young and in love," he pondered.

After congratulating a blushing Stanley, the Headmaster outfitted the young man in his new Gryffindor robes, and informed him that he'd be checking into the Standish vaults to procure a School allowance for him. Knowing who the Standish's were, he chuckled that the young man would best be sitting down, before learning of his vast wealth. After seeing the huge smile on the Longbottom boy, he thoughtfully added, as well as his new friend.

~~*

Wishing them both a good day, and assuring Stanley he'd see him at breakfast, he watched as they quickly left his office.

A big smile was plastered to his face as he walked over to his fireplace and called out,

"Minerva! Get your arse down here! You'll never guess what just happened!"

~~*

'Oh, I can move you like an earthquake,...Listen to me as my hands shake...Cause I want you, I need you, I can't live without you, baby...'

~~*

Re smirked as he felt a hand slide oh so slowly down his thigh. Flexing the muscle, he grinned and turned his head on the pillow to look at his love. His dark blonde brows rose as he asked, "Merlin Ti? Again?" Snickering lightly, rolling over trapping the wandering hand, his body shivered deliciously as he felt Ti's response dance up and down his spine.

~~*

"MINE" Ti growled softly, rolling the smaller boy on the bed next to him over onto his back. Bracing his chin with one hand as his elbow is resting on the soft silk sheets, as Ti is looking down at his lover, his heart is so full of emotion, he feels tears swimming in his eyes. 'Merlin but Re was so beautiful!' He thought as his other hand sought to touch that which belonged to him and no other.

He had enjoyed seeing the pleasure Re had found in the piercings. And, it had been fun for both of them to explore their different tastes and idea's in what changes they wished to make for their new life ahead.

After they had apparated back to the room, Re had run them both a relaxing vanilla scented bubble bath. Ti had sat in the back with Re firmly between his legs, as they lay back to chest.

Ti had felt so good as he's sighed, wrapping his arms around Re hugging him close, his nose nuzzling the berry scented sandy blonde locks.

Afterwards, Re had ordered all of Ti's favorites and then had acted like a sassy, tongue in cheek little smart-arse as he'd teased his lover, stoking his jealously as he recanted the naughty things the brawny muggle men had said, as well as implied.

Which had gotten him a sound spanking on both bubble butt cheeks. Ti just loved spanking his lover! besides, Re HAD been a cheeky monkey, flirting all day with those tall muscular muggles Papa had hired to construct the project.

So Ti knew this was Re's way of making it up to him. Several times he'd been tempted to just grab his wand and Avada Kedavra those filthy muggles that had kept looking at him and Re as if they were eye candy, instead of the ones in charge.

Merlin! He'd had quite a migraine, and after Re had tenderly massaged and then whispered a spell, he'd felt better.

He'd blamed it on the horny muggles, and their non stop commentary about him and his lover, but? After seeing the results, he was glad he'd been eavesdropping on them.

He'd left Re for just a moment to pop back to the rooms as he'd forgotten the piece of paper that he'd sketched one of his important ideas on.

After apparating back, he'd gone looking for his lover. His mouth had dropped and his cock had hardened as he'd watched his Re, lifting his shirt to expose his baby soft belly flesh. Concentrating on their bond, he'd just gotten more excited as he'd shared the feeling Re was getting from the muggles lewd suggestions.

Soon he was deciding, why the fuck not? As soon as he'd dropped off the sketch with the head muggle of the construction crew, he'd grabbed his boyfriend, and they'd headed out to find the shop the muggles had mentioned, a shop called 'The Razor's Edge' that would fulfill their needs.

According to Benny, the muggle with the most piercings, it was like a one stop shop!

It was a salon and a body piercing shop and tattoo shop too. So, clutching his Re's hand and touching his thumb print to his necklace, nodding for his love to do the same, he smiled at Re and they both arrived in front of the famed store.

After such a long day of shopping and strenuous decision making he needed a break.

So Re had plumped up pillows and then sitting cross-legged, had proceeded to hand feed him his favorite things.

Ti had been SO turned on as he was licking on a giggling Re as he began exploring the sensitive flesh surrounding his lovers new silver belly ring, Re moaned lightly as a wandering hand slowly ghosted across the sensitive nubs of his nipples, toying gently with the newly pierced small slender silver hoops now adorning them.

~~*

Nibbling on the fingertips of that hand that is now caressing his face, so carefully, as if he's made of fine china, Re chokes back the sudden rush of emotions that threaten to drown him as he looks into his lover's quick-silver orbs.

Eyes that hid so many secrets, and yet offered him so many promises. Eyes that have always been his salvation...His breath catches as that hand is now fondling his tightening ball sac, and lightly trailing up and down his pulsing shaft, pausing to tweak the sensitive cock flesh surrounding the slender newly pierced silver prince albert hoop and ball.

Biting his plump lower lip, Re moans louder as Ti's large hand starts pumping his throbbing cock. The fingers tugging lightly and then the whole hand is palming the head of his leaking dick. Mewling, he's soon bucking up into his lovers grip.

~~*

'Baby don't move...At all...'Cause you're about to break my fall...Stay where you are...Staring at the stars...Don't ever move...At all...'

~~*

"Draco?" Harry asked, annoyance creeping into his voice because the tall blonde had been staring down at him for the past several minutes not saying a word, just staring. It really was starting to piss him off. No sooner than that thought hit, inner Snape found his balls.

*This is Malfoy you're bitching about Potter, when has he NOT pissed you off?*

'Bugger off!' Harry spat in his mind.

Inner Snape just grinned. *What's the matter Potter, afraid you're not gonna be good enough now that he's shagged you yet again? Or are you just worried that the brat you're carrying is all he's REALLY interested in? After all, Potter, inner Snape snorted, you are the bitch packaging the Malfoy heir...*

'FUCK YOU!' Harry screamed at the smirking boggart in his brain, feeling suddenly hollow inside. Suddenly needing answers to questions he didn't know how to even ask.

"Questions such as?" Inner Snape prodded.

Growling Harry inwardly retorted, Okay, like, does he really want 'me' or was it just the Lust Potion? Was it ever just 'me'? And, like tonight, was it all about helping Stanley, or did somewhere in there, despite the situation, he was happy it was me he was holding, me he was making love to?

I mean he did say he loved me, and like an idiot, I told him the same, I just know somehow this cannot be real! I mean he admitted to loving me since we were bloody 11 years old! That's... That's, impossible! Isn't it?" Harry asked his inner pain in the arse a bit wistfully.

"Hmm, Inner Snap mused. "What is it that YOU want Potter?"

"I Don't bloody know!" Harry lashed out. "I mean, I'm, so confused! Merlin, help me but I want him. I have dreamed of him for years, and now that I've held him, touched him, tasted him.."

Inner Snape blanched. "Er, Potter, you forget, I was there? Now, that's all fine and good, you've established that you want him, you've answered the question. Well, don't you see him standing there? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, A BLOODY ENGRAVED INVITATION? GO GET HIM MAN BEFORE I PUT A BOOT UP YOUR ARSE!"

Summoning his Gryffindor courage, as Harry stood up, the small red tee shirt fell away. Walking over to Draco, he's now standing in front of him.

'This time he promised himself, this time, there would be no potions, no friends standing between us.' A shy smile was all Draco saw before Harry's warm mouth claimed his own.

~~*

Draco snapped back to reality as the object of his suppressed desires is now in front of him, looking up at him, his __expression very clear. Draco moans softly as he falls into that verdant fire.

Hesitantly as he's reaching out for Harry, his eyes widen, as the Gryffindor lands one hell of a kiss on his surprised mouth. he moans sweetly as Harry pulls him into a welcoming warm embrace.

feeling Harry's erection nudging his own, Draco pulls back just far enough to ask gruffly, are you sure Harry?"

Wordlessly, Harry nods, and taking his hand, leads his Slytherin to the throw, and they both sink to the ground, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing feverishly.

"Merlin Draco! Harry's soon panting, "I want you, I need you, touch me Draco!" Harry whispers, taking Draco's slender hand, and placing it around his throbbing dick.

"Yes Harry, oh, god yes! Touch me there, right, there!" Draco breathes, placing Harry's slim hand around his throbbing cock. They are now facing each other, legs around the other in an Indian style position, both boys have their hands around the others shaft, and they are pumping madly. Vibrant green hits dark silver as they are both breathing heavily, and panting.

"DRACO!" Harry screams as he find his completion. Spilling his milky seed down their chests.

"Harry, lay down now!" Draco growls, wanting to be buried inside his lover.

Eagerly, Harry complied, falling onto his back, legs spread wide, as he watched Draco's every move.

Scooping up some of Harry's cum off of his chest, he's rubbing it over his hard cock, the rest of the cum on Harry's chest, he is now fingering Harry�s hot little hole with it.

Harry is almost delirious with need.

"Draco! You bastard! Quit fucking teasing me! Now! I need you in me NOW!" He growls.

Smirking down at him, Draco replies, "Are you sure Harry?" He teased, now positioned between Harry's wide spread legs, he's slowly slipping his throbbing erection up and down Harry's slippery ball sac.

"YES!" Harry shouted.

Draco dips down and licks from the tip of Harry's weeping cock, to trail small kisses up to Harry's jaw bone. Murmuring words of love, he looks his lover deeply into his eyes, all traces of the former playfulness evaporating as he seriously asks, "Are you sure Harry? I am a Malfoy, and a Malfoy never shares, and a Malfoy is very possessive of what's his."

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco whispered softly, "If you allow me, if you invite me to make love to you, on your own free will, you become mine, and I become yours. We couldn't possible get any closer love. We carry each others children, I have loved you Harry James Potter before I even know who you really were. I want to make love to you. I want you to want it too. Do you?"

Draco insisted, his hand now holding Harry's chin, as he's searching his eyes for the truth.

"Do you want me, do you need me, do you desire me the way I have always felt for you? If you can answer yes to these questions then I want to make love to you. For I won't be a toy, and I won't let my emotions be used. I need you to feel just as strongly for me, I will accept nothing less from you."

With a tiny sigh, his head is now resting on Harry's rapidly rising and falling chest as he brokenly whispers, "What do you want Harry, truly, what is it you want?"

Gently Harry tilts up Draco's face with trembling fingertips as he softly says, "You, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, I only want, you."

Reaching down, he slowly inserts Draco's need into his want, and as they begin to move in tandem, Harry takes Draco's face into his hands and begins kissing him so deeply, he takes his breath away...

~TBC in Chapter 11~
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