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Angel Of Mercy	By : AttentionDeficit Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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May I introduce the long waited for, the horribly late, the work of a terribly sorry writer, the one, the only…..
Dirty King
Last night, I was given the chance to stay in my room. I didn’t have to follow the usual rule of eating in the dinning room, nor did I have to spend a certain amount of time in the game room or study. I was left alone to think. And think I did, starting with my parents, their words, their actions, their connections to me, everything I could think of, every memory I could pull up. I thought it all over, and came to the conclusion that they did love me and it seemed impossible that they could have known what was happening.
Then, I thought about Harry and his words, his actions, his emotions, the beauty in him that I believed no one has ever shown him existed. I feel as if I have to get to know him; know him well enough to tell him exactly what he means to me. I don’t believe I can do it without getting to know him better. So today I have decided to talk to Harry and learn about him and share with him more about me.
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As Harry and I make our way to the game room –which I’ve never been to until today- I tell him I want to talk to him about something when we arrive. He nods his head and continues to stare at his feet as he walks. I can’t help but wonder when the last time his head was lifted up as he walked.
We choose a black leather couch in the secluded left side of the very large game room. I watch him as he stares around the room, as if he was taking in everything that was there with us. Eventually his eyes land on mine, and, yet again, his green eyes dazzle me. They are, like him, beautiful.
“Do you remember that a few days ago you asked why it was always you that was sharing and not me? Well I’ve thought about it and I think we should both share some of our lives with each other, a chance to get to know each other better. If you would like too…?” I asked hesitantly, afraid of what his response may be.
Harry nodded once with a strange look in his eye, somewhere between fear and admiration.
I tell him parts of my story first. How I didn’t feel that Voldemort was right in his ideas and definitely not his methods. I tell him about my misconceptions about my parents, their love for me and that night with Bellatrix. He grasps my hand as I talk about my aunt, and I realize it’s becoming easier to talk about her as time goes by. I then tell him about my meeting with my parents last night, and finally my coming out to them in front of every Death Eater. He is almost as pissed at Pansy as I am. Telling him all of this feels normal, like he is my best friend.
It is then time for him to talk and he stares in to my eyes, a soul searching look, penetrating in to my soul to see if I am trustworthy and strong enough. I smile gently back at him, waiting for his words to come and for my turn to comfort him.
Finally, he looks down at his hands and rubs them together as he starts to talk. “Well, you know all about what happened in school, of course. And I guess you know all about the death of my godfather, Sirius, and I’m sure you can fathom how much that affected me. The war in general tore me to pieces inside. I blamed myself for the death of almost every innocent person. If I was quicker at killing Him, faster at finding the horcruxes, better at life in general, so many people would have still been alive today.
“With those thoughts in my head I went looking for any rogue Death Eaters and murdered all of those I found. Except for one that is, but we will get to that later. I ransacked towns, and villages looking for these vile creatures. I had such a hard time keeping my emotions in check when I was near killing one of them that the disappointment of them not dying made my magic burst out in a destructive blast and disintegrate everything around me for about a fifty mile radius. I killed so many innocent people that by the time I had killed almost every Death Eater I had come across I had enough innocent blood on my hands equal to those of the best Death Eaters.
“But I found one Death Eater who convinced me otherwise. Or rather he found me.” Harry chuckled lightly as he paused to gather his memories. “Your father found me as I was just traveling in to Germany, following another lead. I was eating a meal at a pub and this man walked in and asked me to forgive him, he bowed in front of me and begged me to forgive him. He cried and cried, begging and begging for forgiveness, and if not to forgive him then at least kill him in the most brutal way I could imagine so that he may feel an inch of what he had caused other people and their families. I stared at him in shock, here before me was the strongest man I had ever seen, cry and beg for death. I eventually realized I was crying for him and asked him to rise off the floor and join me for something to eat. I signaled to the waitress as the entire pub was now watching us, and asked for a menu, two shot glasses and a bottle of their finest firewhiskey.
“Lucius stared at me with awe from his seat on the floor where he had not moved since. I smirked at him, and stood up and reached out to grasp his hand to pull him on the floor. He stare up at me for a long time, continuing to cry as he just stared up at me and with complete defeat he grasped my hand and I helped pull him up. That moment was actually the picture the Daily Prophet had used to describe my life after I had disappeared after the final battle. They didn’t say anything about the thousands I had murdered though, just more bull-shit about how I was finding rogue Death Eaters, and if the saviour could forgive, then the rest of the world could try.
“Anyway, Lucius and I talked for hours. He explained to me, that no matter how many people I killed, it would never amount to the number of those he had killed. We talked for half of the night about whether or not we could be forgiven for what we had done, and realized that it didn’t matter if others could forgive us, but whether or not we could forgive ourselves.
“We left each other, and I spent the rest of the next two years killing the rest of the Death eaters, this time though, only the Death Eaters died. I then returned back home, where I lived at my Godfather’s place. I also got addicted to taking any type of drug, it didn’t truly matter which. I overdosed on purpose, but my house elf saved my life. I didn’t share with anyone what I had tried to do, I just went on living. I told Granger and Weasley that I was gay and they weren’t all that happy for me. Our friendship deteriorated, and I almost jumped off a building, but I was caught by George Weasley right before I pushed myself off. After a year or so of sex with a different man every night and wasting away half of my Godfather’s inheritance on drugs, I tried to kill myself for the last time via overdose. I would have too, if my House Elf hadn’t called over Granger and Weasley, who then led me to live in this place for the next year.” Harry finishes and stares me right in the eye with such a heartbreakingly blank expression on his face.
“How can you talk about so many attempts at death with no emotion?” I whisper.
“If I add emotion to it, it appears more real.”
I shake my head and stare at him for a moment. “Where would you go to sleep with all those men? I mean, wouldn’t they notice that you are the saviour of the world?”
“I used magic, Draco, to change my appearance. I made myself have blue eyes and longer straighter hair, and of course covered up my scar. Most men didn’t even know my name. I was called their ‘Dirty King’.” Harry says as his eyes change to show their power of seduction and control.
“D-Dirty King?” I stutter.
“Yes, Dirty King. I had the amazing ability to get whoever I wanted. And I was very good in bed, no matter what we were doing.” Harry said with a small smirk.
“Eventually, though, the drugs did catch up with me and I was a heartless bastard. Most mornings, I would be the only one still high. Everyone else would be yawning or passed out and I would still be fucking tweaking. Forget past indiscretions and stolen possessions, I was too high to realize anything; except for the grey skies letting in only a small cool breeze. I was probably in the worst place I have ever been. By the time I came sober for more than a few minutes I was so disgusted with myself, I decided to take try and overdose. As I already told you that didn’t work.” He smiled again, wistfully. His mouth looked more like a broken slit than anything with real emotion.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“For what?” He said with a raise eye brow.
“The unhappiness is so evident on your face. You keep trying to cover it up with a smile, but the smiles are all haunted. Harry, I hope you will allow yourself to get better, to become happier. And I hope you will allow me to be there for it.” I ended in a mutter, half hoping he wouldn’t hear me, so I wouldn’t have to be rejected again.
He turned his head to stare directly in to my eyes again. We sat like that for what felt like a life time before a true smile lit his face.
“If you would give me the chance, Draco, I would love to be there for you.”
I blushed faintly as I felt him move closer to me, as his arms wrapped around my body and finally his lips pressed against mine.
It felt like a new breath was being pushed in to my heart. As if with this kiss he was giving me a reason to live; and maybe he was. Maybe we were both damaged so much that the only way we could ever heal is by helping each other.
He ran his hands up and down my sides. I moved my hands to his head and ran my fingers through his soft and luscious hair. His left hand ran underneath my shirt and brushed against my navel causing me to shiver. He broke away from me and chuckled.
“Ticklish?” He asked with a smile in his eyes. The first smile I’d ever seen that had reached his eyes.
“No.” I mumbled, as my cheeks grew warm.
“You’re cute when you blush, Draco.” Harry smiled. Before I could respond he caught my mouth again with a quick kiss.
“Now don’t refuse it. It was a compliment and I don’t think you get enough, so here is one more,” Harry said as he climbed on to my lap. “You are sexy.”
He kissed me forcefully again, and let his hands roam all over my body, slowly taking my shirt off. He rotated his hips so that we were grinding in to each other, and as hard as I tried, I could not keep the moan from coming out. It was then that I remembered that we were in a room with other people.
I pulled away and looked around. Not one person was looking at us. I looked back at Harry to find him smiling again at me.
“I have wards up so no one can see us and what we are about to do.” Harry smiled. “I gained a hell of a lot of extra power from Voldemort and I know how to control it now. So don’t worry, just let me take care of you.” He smirked again and slid of off my lap and on to the floor.
“Let me be your Dirty King.” Harry slowly pulled down my pants and then boxers leaving me nude, with him gazing at me with a predator-like glance.
He ran his hands from my knee caps up my thighs and pausing to run his fingers lightly over my inner thigh causing me to squirm and groan.
My eyes shut as his hands moved on to my cock, skimming the head and then the shaft. He grasped it tightly in his hands and stroked it slowly, until it was fully erect and I was trying not to beg for more.
When his lips finally wrapped around the head, my eyes rolled back into my head. The delicious feeling of his hot lips and tantalizing tongue almost made me come undone.
His tongue swirled and flicked itself around the head, as his lips sucked it. Then he decided to move his head up and down on my cock as he continued to suck me. The blessed pressure had me seeing stars as he moved faster, and got in to a rhythm of popping his head and then sucking the head of my cock. Harry released my cock from his mouth with a pop and then started to stroke it lightly as he placed the tip back in his mouth and started to swirl his tongue around it. He moved down in till he was taking only the head and then Harry sucked like no other, his hand still stroking my cock. And, after letting out a loud moan, I came.
It was several minutes before I could regain true coherency, and by then my clothing was already back in to place and Harry was sitting next to me on the couch with a dazed smile on his face.
I leaned over and whispered, “Thanks.” Before I captured his lips in a gentle kiss, and started to reach over to his cock when I heard a male voice call out, “Hey! Not so close.”
I pulled back surprised and look around to see a guard frowning at us from the doorway. I glanced back down at Harry who smiled sheepishly at me and moved a few centimeters away.
“I lost my control.” He whispered.
“I can’t wait till we get out of here so I can try and make you feel as amazing as I do right now.” I whispered back at him, with a sincere smile.
“Will you wait for me when you get out of here?”
“Wait for you?”
“You will be out of here before I will, Draco. I still have a lot of things I can’t even think of without breaking down. But you want to get out of here, you are smiling a true smile, you’re trying with your relationship with your parents. So, will you wait for me?” Harry asked with a sad smile.
“Yes.”
“Even if it takes years?” Harry asked starring straight in to my eyes.
“Even if it takes forever.” I replied and then moved in to capture his lips in a love filled kiss. And this time, the guard didn’t yell at us.
Special Thanks to ANYONE who waited so fucking long to read this, and then rushed on this site to read it. Or those who reviewed, whichever.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU! Enjoy half of your present. I will finish something else and beta it before this Christmas! SCOUTS HONOUR!
P.S. Happy (Whatever) Holiday! That you celebrate if you do not celebrate Christmas, I hope you still get awesome gifts and food.
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