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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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Harry felt his mind tumble into dreams, fragments of the day and the sensation of a warm body against his own relaxing him further. His peaceful mind seeking connections and answers to his subconscious questions.
Cool air on heated skin making him shiver slightly and Harry opened his eyes, the night sky ominous above him and he sensed that he was not alone. The forbidden forest coming into focus in front of him and the shiver deepened as he felt that eyes were looking at him from beyond the darkness.
“Harry….” There was a low sibilant hiss in the word.
Voldemort
A soft hand on his shoulder made Harry’s heart stop and he twirled around to see Melody, her face pale and her eyes shining with hatred. She pulled Harry to stand behind her, protecting him from the now visible shadowy figure. Harry looked at his godmother, she stood dressed in her Hogwarts robes and he realised that this was a teenage version of the auror. Voldemort’s red eyes were glowing in the moonlight.
“ You will not touch him!” there was a edge of steel in her soft voice and Harry felt himself leaning against her, the warmth of her body making him feel safe.
Hissing, mocking laughter filled the air and they both tensed as they awaited the inevitable confrontation, shocked when Voldemort retreated into the darkness. His voice filled with venom and the promise of things to come.
“Another time Harry…and I will be sssseeing you again.” The last words meant for Melody.
Harry took a calming breath as Voldemort presence gradually faded, Melody slowly turned to meet Harry’s questioning gaze and her soft smile was her only answer before Harry felt the dream changing around him. He reached out to touch her, hoping to hold onto her as the surrounding morphed and twisted.
His eyes squeezed shut as he tumbled through the ether of dreams and memories, soft moans filling his ears and for a moment he was frightened to open his eyes. The tone and pitch making him blush and his pulse race as the sounds of sex echoed loudly around him. The scent of leather and melting candlewax filled Harry’s nose. With trepidation Harry opened his eyes and gasped at the sight before him. Lucius sat on a high backed throne like chair, fully clothed but flushed with sexual arousal. A pretty blonde woman suspended from the ceiling moaning loudly, her naked flesh almost glowing in the light of the torches dotted about the dungeon room.
CRACK!
A vivid welt decorated her smooth flesh and Harry stood watching the girl’s punisher. Latex mask obscuring her features and clad in black rubber standing on killer heels was Harry could only assume Melody. Lucius leaned forward, his eyes sparking with lust and his breath stopped at the vision. Harry found himself mesmerised by the sight, the slave swinging slightly from the blow had a look of complete bliss on her face.
“Thank you Mistress.” She whispered with such feeling that Harry felt his cock twitch at the thought of someone surrendering so completely to someone, a brief flash of Draco hanging in a similar position made him moan. Harry’s pulse quickened as he noticed a glimmer of metal caught his attention, shocked at the needles that adorned the woman’s nipples. Gloved fingers reached to caress the heaving breasts and the woman shivered, a whimper filling the room. Melody slowly circled the hard nipples with her fingertips and pulled the woman against her chest, displaying the naked skin to the watching eyes of Lucius.
“You want to touch?” Melody enquired, Lucius allowed his eyes to rake over the submissive slave and then looked into Melody’s eyes.
“While I’m intrigued by the offer that is not the reason for my visit.” Melody threw back her head and laughed at the clipped tones from the man.
“Oh contraire… your cock says otherwise,” Melody’s eyes skimmed over Lucius’ crotch and Harry’s mouth went dry at the sight of the straining fabric, “the question that I’m interested in is whether that’s for me or this lovely little slave?”
“Enough!” Lucius sounded angry and the woman in Melody’s arms jumped at the tone, Melody placed a calming kiss to her throbbing pulse point and she immediately relaxed.
“Such a good girl,” Melody praised, her eyes fixed on Lucius as she slowly caressed the naked woman’s body and Harry felt the heat in the room rise, “That will be all my lovely.” She whispered. The slave looked saddened by the words but nodded her head.
“Thank you mistress.” She turned in Melody’s arms and looked at her with questioning eyes, Melody smiled and nodded, the slave pressing a tender kiss to her cheek before leaving the room.
“Why do you insist on pushing me?” Lucius’ voice was filled with fire.
“You interest me… the infamous Lucius Malfoy,” she took a step towards him and her bright blues eyes flashed with some unspoken emotion, “Why switch to the light?”
There was a brief moment when Harry thought that Lucius was about to walk out, anger written all over his features. Melody watched unconcerned by the anger displayed. Lucius took a breath and Harry listened intently, intrigued himself at the blond man’s reasons.
“To atone,” he whispered, “To save my soul and my son’s life.”
“You’ve killed at your masters side and bidding…there’s a lot to atone for.” Melody answered and Lucius visibly flinched at the matter of fact tone.
“I want … I want a life free of this.” Lucius seemed shocked at his own words and sagged in the chair.
“So what information do you have?” Melody’s abrupt change of subject surprised Lucius and he let out a shocked huff, “We’ll discuss your atonement later,” Melody purred and Lucius’ eyes widened at the insinuation.
Harry felt a chill in the air and the room began to morph, fragmenting around him. A drip hitting his cheek and he looked up into the night sky, a rumble of thunder in the distance and the rain began to fall. Shivering as he was quickly drenched to the skin and the cool water was a shock to the system after the warmth of the dungeon. Taking in his surroundings Harry felt his eyes dragged to the vision of Weasley’s home lit up and inviting. The warmth seemed to emanate from the place but a Harry felt the need to look down and to his right, his heart leaping at the fresh grave, its familiar black marble stone shining in the moonlight.
Daniel’s grave.
The rain chilled his bones and sadness crept into his heart at the sight. He shivered and turned to leave, wanting to move away from the display and he froze as a muffled cracking noise reached his ears. Holding his breath and straining to hear over the storm that was beginning to gain intensity around him, the noise came again louder this time. Harry’s eyes even though adjusted to the moonlight squinted to see more clearly, he almost shouted with fear when he realised where the sound was coming from.
The grave!
Stumbling back and landing on his backside Harry sat watching with macabre interest at the unfolding vision, the noise louder and louder. His heart stuttered as the fresh soil adoring the grave shifted slightly, torn between wanting to see and the desire to flee from the sight. Muddy, bloody hands emerged from the earth and Harry winced as he noticed the torn fingernails. The realisation of what he was witnessing finally taking hold and he screamed.
Oh merlin…they buried her…oh god…she dug her way out.
He felt tears pricking his eyes and he turned away unable to watch anymore. The noise of Melody’s horrific rebirth into the world echoed in his ears and filled his heart with emotions that he couldn’t put into words. Soft whimpers filled the air and taking a massive breath Harry turned to look. Bloody, streaked with filth and shivering was the hunched figure of his godmother, dresses in what Harry could only assume was her wedding dress clung to her skin.
“Melody?” Harry whispered and for a moment he thought that she had heard him. She lifted her head and Harry was thankful for the limited light, certain if he could have seen her eyes they would have haunted him forever. Melody’s face seemed devoid of emotion as if in shock and Harry noticed that she had now squeezed her eyes shut. Then the noise intensified, soft sobs and Harry physically thought his heart would break. Melody turned to the open grave and whispered one word.
“Daniel.” Her voice was so lost that Harry could no longer stop the tears from falling, blinded for a brief moment. When he opened his eyes Melody was slowly walking towards the burrow, shuffling and unsteady on her feet. A piercing cry of terror renting the air, Molly outlined in the doorway and Harry felt the vision crumbling around him.
“Harry…Harry.” A soft voice washed over him and he opened his eyes.
Concerned grey eyes met his and Harry relaxed in the arms of Draco.
“Are you ok...were you having a nightmare?” the worry in his voice did strange things to Harry’s insides, making his stomach flutter.
“I was dreaming about Melody.” Draco nodded that he understood, Harry pulled him deeper into his arms and warm breath puffed against his neck as Draco snuggled closer. The heat and softness of Draco’s skin making his pulse speed up. Harry ran his fingers down the blond’s back and feeling the shiver that it caused, Draco’s breath hitched against his neck. Harry allowed a smile to cross his face as his fingers caressed the flesh of Draco’s lower back, a soft moan escaping from his lover as his fingers dipped into the cleft of his behind.
“Yes.” Draco murmured and Harry almost moaned at the word, aware of the permission that the blond was giving him. Emboldened with desire, Harry’s fingers reached lower to circle the closed entrance and he was instantly rewarded with the most wanton sound spilling from Draco’s lips. Soft lips kissed his neck and Harry closed his eyes at the sensation, the lips kissing higher until they pressed to his. Harry opened his mouth to allow the questing tongue and the heat built in the room between them, Harry quickly taking control of the kiss and deepening it. Draco moaned into his mouth and Harry’s awakening cock filled to full hardness. The blond teased him by wiggling provocatively, deliberately rubbing his hip against the solid shaft, Harry nipped at his bottom lip and Draco whimpered.
“You’re mine.” Harry was shocked at his own possessive words worried for a moment that he had crossed the line, Draco’s eyes flared with arousal and he kissed Harry harder.
“Make me yours.” Draco begged as he pulled away to catch his breath.
Harry could barely breathe at the words, his heart thundering and his cock diamond hard. Taking a calming breath he flipped them over, Draco letting out a soft sob of desire and Harry crushed their lips together. His fingers mapping every inch of the undulating man beneath him, committing every moan and whimper to memory. Draco opened his thighs wider and their cocks brushed alongside each other, slick velvet against satin steel.
“Please…please…oh merlin Harry...fuck me.” Harry licked his lips and whispered a lubrication charm, Draco’s back arched at the sensation, “Where?”
“Library…” Harry could hear how husky his voice had become, “I was going to surprise you.” He managed to say before he moaned at the feeling of the tip of his cock pushing against the guardian muscle of Draco’s body.
“Oh fuck! Consider me surprised!” Draco shouted and Harry was thankful for silencing charms. A soft chuckle fell from Harry’s mouth and Draco met his smile with one of his own, the moment frozen between them.
“I love you.” Harry whispered.
“I love you.” Draco’s eyes were full of love and Harry could feel his heart bursting. Heat, incredible tightness surrounded his cock as he pushed forward, pausing slightly after every small increment to allow Draco to adjust and to give himself pause. The sensation was nearly overwhelming and Harry was fighting to stay in control.
“Draco.” He croaked out and the blond surged up to kiss him, pushing down with his hips at the same time and Harry keened as his cock was fully engulfed in velvet heat.
“Harry.” Draco was breathless as he spoke.
That whispered word was brimming with such need and emotion that Harry felt his body take over, pulling out to plunge back inside. Determined to pull those delicious noises from the blonds lips, Draco writhed under him and pushed back as though he was fighting to keep Harry inside him. All the while the blonds lips moved in a silent prayer and Harry could just make out the murmured words.
“More more more more…Harry…more more more.” All control broke and Harry thrust harder and Draco screamed his elation, head thrown back and face flushed with need. Hips snapping back and forth, Harry’s body on a knife edge between desperation for this to never end and fighting the urge to spill into that addictive tight heat. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the moved together, the pleasure building and building. Harry tried to clear his lust fogged mind long enough to take Draco’s dripping erection into his hands, the skin hot to the touch. Draco’s eyes flew open and he moaned, Harry stroked the slick cock as he plundered the clenching channel. Three thrusts and two firm strokes and Draco took a breath as he spilled lushly between their heaving bodies. Hot come splashed Harry’s chest and the rhythmic clenching pushed him over that edge. The world stopped, nothing existed but the two of them, Harry forced his clenched eyes open and looked into the soul of his flushed lover. Grey stormy eyes flaring with pleasure and Harry could feel his climax filling him almost connecting them at the most basic level, their bodies entwined.
“Mine.” Harry uttered breathlessly.
“Yours.” Draco’s words drifted over him and he slowly withdrew from the warmth surrounding him. Strong arms pulled him into a gentle embrace and Harry’s thundering heart began to slow, he closed his eyes to allow himself a brief second to gain control of his body. Harry felt his mind drifting as if approaching a dream, a large black door looming in his mind’s eye. Harry was still conscious of being in Draco’s arms, his mind on the border of the sleeping world. He reached out with his mind to touch the door, the metal icy to the touch and part of him realised that he was seeing the link between himself and Voldemort. The contented sensation of being in the warm bed with Draco gave him the courage to reach out and open the door.
Disorientated for a second, Harry slowly took a breath and looked around.
I’m in Malfoy Manor
Harry jumped as Nagini slithered past him, the large snake almost touching his foot as she slinked by him. He shivered as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up but his feet moved following the snake. The menacing serpent flicking the air as it moved along the long foreboding corridor. A door looming at the end of the corridor and Harry felt the fear building. Mean laughs spilled from the room followed by the sound of skin against skin, his heart froze and he ran towards the room. Knowing that deep down he would be powerless to stop whatever sight was about to greet him. Harry was horrified as the room came into view though part of him was thankful that the sounds were not of sex. The sound echoed loudly as Greyback’s fist connected with Melody’s chin snapping her head back with blow. A vivid bruise forming on her face, her eye swollen shut from a previous punch and Harry could see similar marks littering her skin.
Fucking bastard!
“Talk you little bitch!” his saliva dotted Melody’s face but she remained silent, her blue eyes full of hatred.
“Let me try.” The purred words caught Harry’s attention as Bellatrix moved from the shadows and Harry’s skin crawled at the smile that adorned her face. She reached out to stroke the growing bruise and Melody twisted her head away, gripping her chin hard forcing her to turn back, Bellatrix’s smile widened, “Let’s see what you can take, shall we?” she nodded to Greyback who let a gleeful guffaw. He roughly grabbed Melody and pinned her down, Harry noticed that her leg was bent at a strange angle, nausea surging as he noticed the shard of bone emerging from her shin. Bellatrix kicked at her damaged leg and Melody made a sound for the first time, a soft hiss of pain almost inaudible but Bellatrix heard , her eyes filled with elation. Harry shouted for her to stop as she knelt on the exposed bone pushing it into the bleeding wound. Melody threw back her head and Harry was stunned as she laughed. A high pitched laugh and Bellatrix seemed just as shocked as Harry was. A look of evil determination crossed Bellatrix’s features and Harry’s sense of dread increased.
“Pain…mmm seems that it will take a lot to break you.” There was a hint of excitement and Harry noticed that Bellatrix was flushed with what he could only describe as arousal. He turned his head sickened at the twisted display. Melody let out a soft laugh at the words and this incensed the manically Bellatrix. The laugh becoming a low gasp pf pain and Harry turned as he heard the sickening crack of bone, Bellatrix was in the act of breaking Melody’s fingers. Slowly with painstaking patience, one by one the digits received the same treatment. Melody still remained uncompliant to Bellatrix’s repeated requests for information.
“Ssssstop.” A hiss words echoed in the room and Harry’s heart stopped as he watched Voldemort slither into the room, Nagini at his heel like a faithful pet.
“But she won’t…” Greyback shut his mouth at the glaring red eyes.
“Oh thissss little hellion will talk,” he leaned over her and offered her a twisted smile, “Feel free dear Bella to have ssssome fun,” Bellatrix simpered her thanks, “But keep your handssss to yourssself…am I clear?” Greyback and Belltrix looked disappointed but nodded their acquiesce, Harry felt some relief at the knowledge that rape would not be an option, horrified by the next words, “Ssssshe will grace my bed tonight.”
Melody’s eyes opened at the words but she looked past Voldemort straight into Harry’s frightened eyes.
She can see me
“Harry…wake up.” She whispered, Voldemort span around at the words following her eyes and Harry took a step back. Glowing red eyes filling his vision, the hissing syllables were brimming with malice.
“Welcome to the party dear Harry...ssshall we begin?" Harry woke up screaming.
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