Forbidden | By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- 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 Summary: Draco is torn between wanting Harry and facing his father's disapproval.
A/N: Yay! Time for some fluffiness...there is a bit of angst in the upcoming chapters so savor these moments, gentle readers! And thank you so much for your reviews...they really give me incentive to keep writing. You have no idea what it means to me to read your kind words. Much love to all of you!
Quidditch practice was an absolute waste of time. Harry and Ron wouldn’t even look at each other, and the rest of the team was thrown off kilter by the obvious tension in the air between the boys. Harry showered and dried off dejectedly. Ron had already left the changing room, not bothering to wait for him.
Harry supposed Ron’s behavior was to be expected. He hadn’t exactly denied it when Ron had accused him of having feelings for Draco while they were heading for the Quidditch Pitch, and it had all gone downhill from there. The truth was, he didn’t really know for sure how he felt. He put it down to the curse fogging his mind, and resolved to make it up to Ron once the hot-tempered red head had cooled down. He was far too preoccupied with the fact that he and Draco would be seeing each other in a few short hours to worry too much about Ron’s resentment.
Draco and Hermione had spent more than an hour talking in the disused classroom near the library. Draco had explained how he had loved Harry for years, and how he had recently managed to push all thoughts of the dark haired boy out of his mind, giving him up as an impossible dream. He explained that seeing Harry looking so forlorn after Ron and Hermione had started dating made him jealous, because he’d believed Harry was in love with Hermione. He told her everything about the curse, including the fact that his father had told him there was no way to lift it. He described how he’d been fooling himself while he and Harry had made love the last two days, pretending that his heart wasn’t affected, and that he had planned to forget Harry after they had left school, hoping that the curse wouldn’t be able to make him act on his desire for Harry if he stayed far enough away.
He told her how much he wanted to be with Harry, but that the differences between them would never allow it. He told her how it felt to hold Harry in his arms, how it made him feel powerful and invincible, like nothing could ever hurt him. And how difficult it was to keep up the façade of the sneering Slytherin Prince when all he wanted to do was tell anyone who would listen that Harry belonged to him.
Hermione listened, amazed at the depths of Draco’s hidden feelings, and filled with pity that these two boys felt that they couldn’t have a relationship with each other because of what other people expected of them.
“Draco,” she said, “have you considered that your parents might be accepting if they knew Harry made you happy?”
“You must be joking,” Draco said, shaking his head, bitterly. “They love me, but Harry is the Boy Who Lived. You know who my father is. If we had a relationship, he would be obligated to deliver Harry to the Dark Lord. I couldn’t put Harry in that kind of danger.”
“So you would rather not be with Harry at all?” Hermione was incredulous. Draco Malfoy was sacrificing his own happiness for Harry Potter’s safety? She never thought it could be possible.
“It’s for his own good.”
“What if he’d rather take that chance?” she asked.
“I’m not giving him the option, Hermione,” Draco said, seriously. “He has to think it’s just the curse that is making us feel this way. At the very least, if he believes that it’s the only reason I’m having anything to do with him, maybe he’ll give up on me like I almost did with him.”
“Draco, this is ridiculous. If you have feelings for each other, why try hiding them? And they’ll only get stronger if you keep being physically intimate, it’s —.”
“I have an idea to put a stop to that,” he interrupted her, his eyes full of pain. “A Will Strengthening potion. That should make it easier to resist the effects of the curse. You’ll just have to tell Harry that you came up with an antidote, and give him the potion. Once we both drink it I’ll take care of making it so that he never wants to have anything to do with me again.”
“Are you out of your mind? Harry deserves to be happy, Draco,” Hermione said, fiercely. “He’s had too few opportunities to find happiness in his life, and I’m not going to help you break his heart.”
Draco was silent for a few moments, emotionally exhausted. He wanted so much to be with Harry, but there were so many obstacles, his father being the most intimidating one. He sighed, rubbing his face.
Hermione looked at the sadness in his silvery eyes, unable to believe this was the same boy who had caused nothing but misery for Harry whenever he’d had the opportunity. “Just think about what you’d be giving up, Draco,” she said, softly. “Love is worth any risk.” She squeezed his shoulder one last time, and walked out of the classroom.
When Harry arrived at the Room of Requirement, Draco was already there. The room was similar to the way it had been the night before, but this time the color scheme was of varying shades of green accented with silver. Harry shut the door and rushed to the bed, where Draco was sitting, a soft smile on his face.
“So, decided to show up after all, did you?” he asked Harry, pulling the grinning boy into his lap.
“How could I stay away after what you did to me this morning?” Harry asked, kissing Draco hungrily. “You didn’t think I’d give up the chance to get back at you, did you?”
Draco chuckled. “I thought I was getting back at you for leaving this morning without saying goodbye.” He sucked Harry’s lower lip gently into his mouth.
“Mmm...so we’re even then?” Harry asked, pushing Draco back on the bed and straddling him.
Draco lifted his hips to grind his erection into Harry in place of an answer, and the Gryffindor growled low in his throat, kissing Draco deeply as he spelled them both naked. Harry sunk his hands into Draco’s silky hair, rocking his hips against the other boy as he kissed and sucked on Draco’s neck.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Harry moaned against Draco’s skin. “Need to get inside you.”
“Do it this way, facing me,” Draco gasped, licking at Harry’s nipples. He grabbed his wand, using the lubrication spell on himself, and lifted his legs over Harry’s arms.
Harry eased his way slowly inside Draco’s tight entrance, groaning at the heat and almost painful constriction sheathing his cock. He stopped when he was fully embedded in Draco’s body, and kissed Draco’s lips gently before moving his hips to begin thrusting shallowly.
“Are you ok?” he asked Draco, searching the silver eyes that were locked to his own.
Draco nodded, his hands grasping Harry’s arse and urging him to increase the depth of his strokes. Draco pulled him down for a kiss, moaning and moving his hips to meet each of Harry’s thrusts, loving the fact that he could watch Harry’s cock moving in and out of him in this position. The thick, dark pink shaft pulled out a few inches, then slid smoothly back in to disappear inside him, over and over again. It was incredibly erotic.
Harry let go of one of Draco’s legs to reach down and grasp Draco’s leaking cock, and pumped his fist up and down in time with his thrusts. He angled his strokes to find the spot inside Draco that he knew could make him scream with pleasure, and was rewarded with a surprised shout from the blond when his cock rubbed over it.
Draco clutched at Harry’s flexed biceps, running his hands over the sweat-slicked skin, and crying out at each thrust that caused ecstasy to explode through him.
Harry was entranced by the passion he saw in Draco’s eyes, and at the way the other boy arched into him, meeting each thrust eagerly and appreciatively. A surge of affection welled up in his chest, and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from making any foolish, sappy declarations. ‘Oh, Merlin,’ he thought to himself, ‘he’s so fucking beautiful, I don’t ever want this to stop.”
“More, Harry, harder,” Draco begged, and Harry growled as he bent to kiss Draco’s mouth, driving faster and deeper into Draco, grunting with the effort as he plunged again and again into Draco’s heated, slippery flesh. Both boys were getting increasingly vocal as they felt their climaxes approaching, each of them crying out the other’s name and kissing urgently as they came. Draco spurted thickly all over Harry’s stomach and his own, and he bore down, squeezing Harry’s cock with his muscles and causing the dark haired boy to scream as his orgasm was milked from him.
They lay in a half-unconscious, sweaty tangle for a few moments, each trying to catch their breath. “You’re incredible, you know that?” Harry panted softly, gently pulled his softening cock free. He settled in the bed next to Draco and pulled him close. Draco turned towards Harry, nuzzling into his neck and closing his eyes. He had thought carefully about his plan to end things with Harry, and had decided to put off making a decision just yet.
It was too difficult to imagine never holding Harry like this again, and he knew he was only torturing himself by procrastinating, but he had talked himself into believing it was a good idea. He listened to Harry’s deep, even breathing, and smiled. The Savior of the Wizarding World could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. He kissed Harry gently, deciding to let him sleep for a while before he woke him up again for another round.
Harry ate his breakfast, possibly happier than he’d ever felt before in his life. He and Draco had made love four times by the time the sun had come up, sleeping in each others arms in between each steamy, sweaty occurrence. When they’d woken up, the Room of Requirement had provided a shower, and they’d washed each other carefully, taking their time exploring every inch of skin with their hands and mouths. They hadn’t needed to rush, since it was Saturday and they had no lessons to be in time for. Harry sighed in contentment as he lingered over each memory.
Hermione sat down next to Harry and noticed his enthralled expression, guessing correctly that he was thinking about Draco. She smiled, feeling a protective happiness surge in her heart for her best friend. Draco had obviously decided not to go through with his ridiculous plan. She was glad...especially since she had found some very interesting information in the Restricted Section of the library last night after everyone else had gone to bed. The boys obviously had no idea how their “agreement” had affected the curse.
“Harry,” she said, smiling at him when he looked obviously surprised at being pulled from his daydream. “You look particularly cheerful today. What’s going on?” she asked, coyly.
Harry grinned back, sheepishly, not knowing how to bring up his thoughts with Hermione.
“Is it something to do with what we talked about in the library last night?” she asked, encouragingly, cutting straight to the point. She noticed his hesitation and reassured him, “It’s ok, you know you can tell me anything.”
Harry thought for a moment, before suddenly deciding that he had to tell someone what he felt or he’d burst. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I think I love him, Hermione. And I never thought it would be possible before, but I think he loves me too. He’s treating me...differently.”
Hermione saw the joy dancing in his eyes and beamed at him, happily. She chewed her lip, wondering how much to reveal about Draco’s conversation with her last night, if anything. “That’s lovely, Harry! And...has he said anything to you about how he feels?” she asked, tentatively.
“No, he hasn’t, but do you think I should tell hi—.”
Harry stopped speaking when a scrawny first year Slytherin scurried up to their table and handed Hermione a folded piece of parchment.
Hermione frowned in confusion as she unsealed the note and read it.
Have to talk to you. V. important, concerns safety of H. Meet me alone in the Prefects’ Study at once. D.
“Sorry Harry,” Hermione said, “emergency in the Prefects’ Study.” She squeezed his shoulder guiltily and rushed off.
Harry shrugged and continued to eat his food, looking up in surprise when Ron sat down next to him. He turned to his friend, offering a tentative smile. “Hey, Ron.”
Ron stared down at the table, his face bright red. He heaved a sigh, then blurted out as quickly as he could, “I’m sorry for being such a prat last night.”
Harry felt a coil of tension unwinding inside him. He smiled broadly. “No worries, mate.”
“Are you...you know...do you fancy him?” Ron forced out the words painfully.
“I think so, Ron.” Harry said, softly, full of anxiety at Ron’s possible reaction.
“And it’s not just the curse?”
“No...leastways not anymore.”
“Look,” Ron said, finally raising his eyes to meet Harry’s. “If you are interested in the Ferret, it’s fine with me. I’m not saying it’s easy to accept, because it’s bloody not, but the thing is, you’re my best friend, and I won’t give you up on account of who you love.”
Harry looked at Ron, speechless with happiness and disbelief. Ron clapped him on the back, and Harry returned the gesture, grinning in relief.
“So, Captain,” Ron said, grinning wickedly at Harry, as he heaped eggs and sausages on his plate. “How do you fancy our chances at the Quidditch Cup this year? Worked out any strategies against Slytherin now that you have inside access to their Captain and Seeker?”
A/N:
To Rhiannon U.L. and Chiaki Dark: The Draco/Hermione scene at the end of Chapter 11 was an emotional one for me to write...I got so caught up in it I wanted so desperately to cuddle Draco after his confession. I was hoping people would feel the build up of conflicting emotions inside him that led to that outburst. It may seem OCC for him (as Lady Gray pointed out), but it is because he’s truly in love and doesn’t know how to deal with these feelings, so we’re seeing a different side of him than he usually likes to show. Anyway, all this rambling leads me to my point...I’m glad you liked that scene, and thanks for your reviews! :o)
XOXO
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo