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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23421 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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huge thanks to everyone that's following this story. This chapter very nearly didn't make it...i broke my laptop screen so I've had to hook my 40" tv to it...so strange seeing my writing in big letters lol.
warning...m/m slash. Implied rape.
no beta...so the odd mistake might get through sorry.
Harry sprang from the chair ready to call for someone to help, Melody shook her head and with a shaking hand she indicated for him to sit back beside her.
"I need to get…" she shook her head vigorously and she grunted, her hand touching her throat and grimacing as she swallowed audibly, "Water?" Harry offered. He poured crisp cool water and held the cup to her dry lips, she took a small sip and smiled.
Harry asked if she felt ok and after a moment she gave him a tentative nod, he looked to check the bandage at her throat for any signs of new blood flow. Her blues eyes watching him and he felt like she was appraising him, he gave a nervous smile.
"Ok, nod for yes or shake for no…ok?" her eyes were amused but she nodded once, "Do you want me to call anyone?" a shake for no, "Are you in pain?" she paused for a second as if assessing her catalogue of injuries, she shook her head but reached to her throat, "So no pain anywhere but your throat?" she smiled at his understanding and nodded.
"Harry." Her voice rasped and he shook his head for her to stop not wanting her to be in more pain from her torn neck.
"It's ok…don't talk," he offered another sip and watched her relax into the pillow supporting her head, the bruises on her face harsh in the dawning light, "Why?" she frowned at the question ,"Why did you risk your life?"
"Snake." She whispered.
"You risked your life to kill Nagini!" she didn't seem shocked by his outburst but he felt intense frustration at her act. "You nearly died…again!" this time she arched an eyebrow at his words, "Yes I know who you are."
Harry stood up pacing back and forth by Melody's makeshift bed, her blue eyes watching him with a soft air of patience as he muttered about her recklessness.
"Why do I keep seeing your memories?" her eyes widened at the revelation and for the first time she seemed uncomfortable, Harry touched the pendent against his chest, "I don't understand this connection between us."
"I.." she moaned and Harry was immediately by her side, "Harry…" her voice fading as her eyelids began to droop, "Your father …" the rest of the words unfinished as unconsciousness claimed the auror. Harry's heart pounded as his mind filled the gaps with wilder and wilder ideas.
Your father….was Melody's father? ..Her lover? ..A deatheater?...my father was what?
Harry sat with his head in his hands and tried to calm his thundering heart, the silence in the room feeling oppressive and stifling. The clock ticking was the only sound as he watched his unconscious godmother.
"Harry," Draco's soft voice pulled him from his musings and Harry realised he had been thinking for over three hours, "You ok?"
"Yeah, she woke up for a few minutes," Draco asked if she had seen anything, Harry didn't feel like talking about what had transpired between them, "No, she had some water and passed out."
"Go and get some sleep before everyone starts getting up." Harry looked into his stormy grey eyes and pulled the blond into his arms.
"I love you." Harry whispered and devoured Draco's mouth in a steamy kiss, both of them panting when they broke apart.
"Love you too." Draco replied and grabbed Harry by the collar continuing the kiss, their tongues duelling hotly. Harry found himself pressed against the kitchen door and the kiss intensified, Draco pressing kisses along his jawline.
"I want you," Draco muttered against Harry's throbbing pulse point he looked into Harry's dilated green eyes, "Let me have you." Harry looked at the sleeping form and cast a locking spell on the door.
Draco moaned at the whispered spell and nipped at Harry's kiss swollen bottom lip. His hands mapping Harry's body as they both scrambled to expose as much skin as possible without stripping completely. Harry whimpered as their hardened cocks brushed alongside each other.
"In me…please." Harry begged and Draco's breath caught.
The blond reached under Harry's thigh and in a surprising display of strength he hoisted Harry up. Harry reached down to push his trouser sown further, moaning as the head of Draco's shaft nudged his clenched entrance. Draco murmured the lubrication spell and Harry's cock spat pre-come at the sensation.
"I won't be able to hold you for too long." Draco's voice was disappointed and Harry smiled as the solution made itself clear to him.
"Use your wand on me," Harry arched his back and the tip of the blonds cock slid inside, he keened and gasped "Levitate me." Draco smiled broadly and pressed a hard kiss to Harry's moaning mouth.
"Wingardium leviosa." Draco whispered.
Harry felt his feet leave the ground and Draco's grabbed his hips to stop him from reaching the ceiling. They both giggled and Harry wrapped his fingers around the nape of the blonds' neck. He kissed his smiling grey eyed lover and the giggling stopped. Draco pumped his hips forward and his cock breached Harry's body. He stilled for a moment and Harry took shallow breaths as his body accepted him deep inside. Harry ran his fingers through the fine blond hair, he closed his eyes and his pulse raced at the feeling of being stretched to the point of pain.
"More." Harry pleaded and Draco readily complied, thrusting forward hard.
They kissed sloppily and swallowed the cries that threatened to erupt in the silent house. Harry took a second to look to check if Melody was still out. Harry felt satisfied that the woman was in no danger of waking to the sight of their lovemaking. Harry writhed, undulating his hips taking his lover deeper and his cock rubbed against the material of Draco's trousers, the friction bringing him closer to the edge. He could hear the desperation on Draco's soft moans and he knew that they were both close to edge of release. The blond reached up and grabbed Harry's shoulders, pulling him down to meet his thrusts. Every fibre of Harry's being ignited at the feeling of the hard length filling him so perfectly, his cock twitching and he knew that he was about to come untouched.
"Harry." Draco whimpered and Harry felt hot come coating his channel as the blond spilled inside him. The heat of his lover coming within him pushed Harry over the edge and his climax erupted copious amounts over both of them. Draco's breath was soft against his skin as he pressed kisses along his jaw and shoulder. Harry held the panting blond in his arms and yawned at the sudden sleepiness that threatened to overcome him, Draco laughed and cancelled the spell. Harry's legs lowered themselves to the floor and they silently redressed , ever vigilant for the sound of people waking in the house.
"Get some sleep love," Draco mouthed against Harry's yawning lips, "I'll call you down for breakfast in a couple of hours." Harry nodded sleepily and walked in a daydream to his room, passing Lucius on the way.
"Good morning Harry," the older blond offered with an amused smile, "I take it is Draco's duty now?" Harry gave him a tired nod.
"Did you talk to Snape?" his bone-weary body perking up briefly to hear the answer. Lucius' eyes became sad and he fought to meet Harry's gaze.
"He will not listen to reason," he shook his head sadly and tears brimmed, "I feel it in my bones Harry," he tipped his head to the kitchen where his unconscious lover lay, "We could be happy together…all three of us."
"Does she still love him?" Harry had first-hand experience of her feelings, the sting of betrayal at Snape's actions. Lucius pondered the question for a moment and Harry felt that the man could not answer, surprised by the determination in his voice that he was right.
"Yes…I sense it," his grey eyes looked to the ceiling as if imagining his dark eyed lover restless in the room above him, "It will not be easy…but I think this pain can be healed."
Harry watched Lucius as he walked towards the kitchen. The blonds shoulder slumped with worry and melancholia. His mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings at the predicament that was unravelling around them. His heart fully committed to doing what was right for the three involved, his gut telling him that maybe Lucius was correct in his assumptions. His head however could not grasp the idea of Melody forgiving everything so easily, there was a steely streak in the woman that he feared would harden her heart to the prospect. The image of Draco filled his head and his heart skipped with the happiness that washed over him, optimistic for the first time in his life that things were going to be ok in the end.
"Potter," the potion master drawled with his usual disdain and for once Harry could not muster up the energy to be annoyed by the snarky bastard merely nodding a greeting as he prepared to retreat to his room, "Is there any change in the patient?" Harry immediately felt irked at the bland enquiry.
"Melody…you know her name," he looked into those granite eyes and saw hurt, "She woke up for a couple of minutes but she passed out again," there was a flash of concern in Snape's eyes. "I think she's mostly sleeping now…you should speak to her." The concern gone in flash replaced with steel.
"I'm sure Ms Rhyme will be properly looked after by her legions of adoring fans."
"You arsehole." Harry sneered and the older man blanched at the heat in his voice.
"How dare…" Harry pushed the man into the wall by the stairs with a loud thump.
"Listen to me," Snape glared and went to push Harry back, "You love her…why are you being such a prick!"
"Do not presume to know me." Snape was clearly struggling to keep the volume down in his anger, Harry shook his head and took a step back from him.
"You have always been such a bastard," Harry's heart thundered in his chest as he spilled his inner feeling to the snarling man, "But I never thought you were a fucking coward." Harry turned and walked away, trying to hide that he was about to start hyperventilating. Shocked when he heard no response from the furious professor and he trudged up the stairs with a heavy heart, the stress of everything finally washing over him. He barely even found the energy to remove his clothes before collapsing into the darkness of slumber. His mind tumbled headlong into the ether of dreams and the landscape of nightmares.
Sensations…heat…the scent of copper filling his nostrils.
Sounds…heavy breathing…the wet sound of falling water.
He opened his eyes and was assaulted by the sky coloured crimson and the moon dripping with blood. The sound of crying to his right made him turn, his heart leaping at the sight of a young nude blonde girl strapped down on a stone alter.
Sacrifice
As if the thought was said aloud men shrouded in darken cloaks appeared to circle the sobbing girl. A low chanting began and Harry caught some Latin sounding words but could not understand them. The chanting intensifying and the men still veiled in their black cloaks began to get louder, Harry covered his ears from the sound. The girls crying diminished under the volume of the chanting men, sparks of light washing over her and she screamed. A voice boomed loud over the men and silence…not a murmur filled the night. The voice came again, deeper this time and the men bowed, dropping to their knees. The girl struggled against her bonds and Harry could see blood bloom at her tearing wrists. Two of the men stood either side of the sobbing girl and pried her thighs apart, she writhed trying to break free of her captures. The chanting began again, faster and louder as if the men were in some frenzy. The voice came again and the girl opened her squeezed shut eyes and looked into the distance, her face a rictus of terror.
"Angeline." The voice echoed again.
Harry woke up with a scream lodged in his throat and his mind scrambling to connect his thoughts.
Angeline…I've heard that name?
He was frightened to close his eyes and see the girl's terrified face, her blonde hair matted with sweat as she fought to break free.
Young…blonde
"Oh…oh," Harry fought to breath, "Melody's mother."
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