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The Principle of Sympathy	By : heerayni Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not Own any part or character from The Harry Potter series, Or The Master of Magics Trilogy, They belong to J.k. Rowling and Lyndon Hardy, i make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Author's note:

So, I am shamelessly late, but I bring an extra-large chapter and some boy love.

Also done shamelessly in this chapter is my fiddling with a perfectly great song "Lost In you" from the famous Irish boy-band Westlife's Album 'Turnaround' (or Chris Gaines, whoever came first, I don't know, I have only heard Westlife's version and it's the one that fits more for me, not to mention that Westlife is more good looking, teehee!) and changing the wonderful lyrics to fit my setting for THE DANCE… I have committed a cardinal yet necessary sin, so I profusely apologize to whoever is listening/reading and cringing.

Next chapter will obviously be Draco's POV, which I am sure you will be salivating for by the end of this chapter. I had so much trouble writing this chapter. I wanted it to really feel like a party you know…now you can be a judge of how successful I was, feedback is necessary. Flame me, or shower me with love, it's all good!:D

Special Thanks to:

AlexKdp: My favorite stalker, this is what you have been waiting for, so I'll let the chapter do the talking, and then you can do the talking as well..:D

Delia Cerrano: I hope you will like this one!:D

Chapter 15. Irrepressible Attraction (part 1)

Well I thought I'd seen it all, from beginning to the end,

Yes, I was the great pretender, always alone again,

And then a light came shining in, and you took my breath away,

Now I know I waited all my life, to feel what I feel today..

So tell me I'm dreaming, cause I can't hold back I'm so alive…

And you've never looked more beautiful tonight… (Westlife-Gravity)

"I swear if I hear about Yellow color and silk one more time I am going to go insane."

George piped up as he stepped out of the floo. He looked haggard and haunted in a comical way that made me snicker despite my annoyance at his popping so suddenly.

"What is it this time? Mimosa? Buttercup? Marigold?"

"Lemon fucking chiffon!" he rages as he flops down

"Ok… that is a new one.."

"See, even you, the big color expert, don't know what 'lemon chiffon' is supposed to look like and my dear little brother, if you can even guess… what it looks like, I will pay you…" he shuffled into his pocket in which a few coin clink and pulls out a few.

"…five galleons! Yes… I will pay you five galleons if you can tell me what lemon chiffon actually looks like…"

I sigh and go back to the Auror report I am reading

"It's a light creamy, peachy shade of yellow…" I answer smirking.

I know what lemon chiffon looks like for two reasons actually.

First is that I receive at least two lemon-chiffon cakes every summer for snacking on, from Andromeda. And second because of the color cards I got for the color yellow when I was decorating the ladies parlor upstairs. Lemon chiffon was one of the colors I had almost chosen.

"HOLY PANTS OF GODRIC! Harry! It's you! Isn't it? You make us look all bad… you are spoiling our wives… You are the reason Angie expects me to know every color in the spectrum with their lame names… you are the reason she even asks if I know what color she is wearing! I am going to kill you one of these days you arse!"

He is laughing so raucously and threatening me at the same time that I don't know if I should laugh alongside or be scared.

"You know…one day you are going to make a lucky guy very happy Harry…" he says once he calm down still fiddling with the five galleons that are now technically mine.

"So now because I know my color names, I am gay?"

"No Harry… You are not gay... but if you go on and marry a girl, she is going to swoon to death because of how fucking perfect you are... So never marry one… Marry a guy… he'll know what to do with your kind of perfection if you know what I mean… It did wonders for Fred for once." he waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I just look at him blankly, showing how unimpressed I am, while he just grins at me.

"So… who is the lucky lady this year?"

"Well, it shouldn't be a lady at all, if you meant what you just said..."

George grins again.

"Ah! So… little Dennis did make a play after all!" He says winking in a way that is just lewd.

"Dennis? Dennis who?"

"Dennis bloody Creevey! Harry! Who else? The boy has only been salivating after you for what thirteen years or so?" it is as if it's the obvious fact of the century.

"Dennis is gay?"

"Absolutely, 100% gay, Harry pickled toad-eyes! What? You think swooning every five minutes after Gryffindor's golden boy and sending Merlin knows how many anonymous chocolate boxes to you on Valentine's day is straight behavior?"

"Dennis Creevey sent me those chocolates?"

"Yes… but what I am hearing is… your date is not poor little Dennis…"

"No it isn't. I am actually not taking anyone this year."

"Oh… Why? If you want I can ask Lucinda…"

"Err..No… I signed up for the bachelor auction this year."

"You what?"

"Yea… I know, I am starting to think it was a stupid decision. Since Hermione and Angie and probably Molly are sending you here to spy on me and my date and my plans… Yes! I have all intention of showing up. And on time too. You can go and tell your bossy sister-in-law that I will be there!"

"Figured it out huh? I must be losing my touch." George just leans back against the chair.

"No, I just grew up… and I spend way too much time with you all, to not have figured it out yet." I shrug.

"Well, we are your family, no matter how much you insist on hiding away, we all worry for you…"

"Well… I am grateful for it… Most days…" I say grinning at him.

"Good for you! So now... it was not just a cover story you know. The lemon chiffon thing… I was supposed to complete the surprise gift boxes for the table centerpieces and it cannot be done in any other color than Lemon chiffon. You know how Hermione and Angie get, when combined. I don't know how these women manage so much."

"Go to Druella's and get the color cards from her. The transfiguration from there is a piece of cake…"

"Yea… Piece of lemon-chiffon cake!"

After an additional fifteen minutes of shuffling about and procrastinating George takes off for Diagon Alley. Leaving me again to the thoughts I can't catch, and the auror report I can't read.

Dennis Creevey is gay. Besides the obvious blaring enough reason which directly involves me and which I have never really given a thought too, I cannot have expected him ever to be Gay. Hell I did not even figure out that Fred was Gay until he brought his first steady boyfriend to the family dinner and I have no excuse for not knowing about Fred, not like I did about Charlie.

How bad am I with judging people's sexuality if I cannot point out a gay person even after having sex with another man?

It is true that I had enjoyed it as much as I did having sex with a girl. To me the difference was not the anatomy, but the attitude actually. Like the difference between chicken and beef. You can't really compare and like them both just the same or dislike both just the same.

The realization is like a slab of ice in my gut. I have no clue when it comes to reading signals. Especially sexual signals. I have very poor judgment. And I am in a prominent position constantly. And I am actually going to engage Draco Malfoy in a game of seduction?

Even the thought seems so impossible that I can't help snicker at my ridiculousness.

I had gone to sleep last night with determination just after bravely dismissing the blonde ice-princess clinging to his arm yesterday at the Carnival and clinging to that one moment of heat in his eyes, which I actually could not see behind those glasses.

And I know I am still going to do it tonight, against all odds.

Make a fool of myself. Embarrass myself. At least I can tell myself I tried.

Equipped with a lame sense of humor, atrocious sexual radar, appalling instinct and zero-experience with any kind of seduction. I am going to make my move on Draco Malfoy.

That beautiful reincarnation of Apollo, Witty, graceful, probably unavailable, non-homosexual, tastefully experienced and suave and svelte Slytherin. Draco Malfoy.

And I am going to take it like a MAN, when I am crushed to tiny little molecules and powder. Because I am not going to be that boy under the stairs anymore. I will go for it. Even if I lose. Which I am definitely going to.

But at least I will have tried. I am a fucking Gryffindor, almost placed in Slytherin. That has got to count for something.

An hour later, with determination buzzing in my head like a bee, I make my way upstairs for a long relaxing bath. Only a few hours left.

I know it is really not going to make a difference at this point. It's done! I should not have wandered all around London and confused myself so much. I usually have Hermione do it for me and right now I am wondering if I made the wrong decision by going all, 'I WILL DO MY OWN THING' this year.

Well, nothing to lose now.

I stare at myself trying to visualize myself from a third person point of view.

I have been partially successful with my hair this evening and I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's still messy, but at least it looks like it's been arranged that way. Dark Midnight-blue muggle Tuxedo with black silk lapels which had been highly recommended accompanied with a pristine silk white shirt and a black bow-tie(Thanks to Keacher who knew how to tie an impeccable one).

As clueless as I am about dressing, I can tell that the tuxedo is a brilliant fit and to me the color looks fine as well. But what I might think looks good on me, may not look good on me to other people.

I look at my two house-elves in the mirror who are looking at me with their glossy golf-ball eyes.

"Well?" I ask them both turning around and spreading my arms.

"Master looks very proper… Winky finds." Says the slightly watery-eyed elf that once belonged to the Crouches. I look at Kreacher expectantly. The change in Kreacher shows the most at times like these when he shows almost no disgust for muggle things anymore.

"Perfectly immaculate master is… even in muggle clothes."

I shake my head to just get my bearing right. The anxious butterflies in my stomach remind me of the times when I used to sit for extra minutes in the locker rooms before an important Quidditch match.

Tonight, I am seeking all right.

I take the almost whitish-silver silk scarf from Winky and put it around my neck just the way the designer's assistant had suggested and all of a sudden I feel like I look more mature and grounded.

All because of a scarf.

I slowly make my way downstairs checking the grip of my wand holster around my wrist, the silk handkerchief in my breast pocket and the scarf. I knew I was going to fidget with the scarf all night.

The Floo flares to life by the time I make it downstairs and out-step Luna with her date for the night Rolfe Scamander. Both dressed to the nines and for once Luna is wearing a rather tame color to my surprise. I am suddenly more nervous about my clothing choice for the night.

"Oh Harry! You look very handsome…" Luna interrupts my deprecating thoughts.

"You look lovely too Luna…" I say giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. As she always insists.

She also smells very normal and nice for once.

"Yes… Rolfe got the dress for me, all the way from Belgium."

"It is gorgeous… You have very fine taste Rolfe."

"Yes… he does, doesn't he?" Luna overlaps whatever blushing-Rolfe is about to say and though it is characteristic of Luna to overlap conversations like that, I see Rolfe glancing at her in a love-sick way that just tells me that he is a man with a ring in his pocket.

Yes, My instinct is not totally absent. It merely fluctuates. These days more than usual. I know Hermione would say it's because of my repressive tendencies. Well…

"Here is the itinerary for tonight Harry…" she hands me a gold leaf mottled card hand-inked. I am confused for a moment before I realize that it is because she is not my date for tonight. Otherwise she would have had it with her and would have guided me through all the motions.

"Don't be nervous. Your shywiggles are already agitated… you have gone through the same motions for five years now Harry, I bet you will do just fine."

"Yes… I know Luna. Can't have those shillywiggle thingies agitated now can I?"

"It's shywiggles, and yes, if they get too agitated they will make your sweat more and can cause stutters too."

"Right… So… It's the Red carpet shoot, then the five 2-minute interviews, and then the meet-greet with the donors and the Minister and the Prime Minister. Announcements and honors and the bachelor's auction...dancing"

"Yes…See, it's going to be fine. Even if you miss out on some obligations, the obligations would not miss out on you…"

I can only smile at her. That sentence right there is all encompassing of what my life is like. I can forget events, fears, sorrows, tragedies, losses all I want, but events, fears, sorrows, tragedies, losses never forget me.

This is why I need to see this through. I need to approach Draco. Because no one has ever known all that I feel and all that finds me, and that day, in that elevator, I found someone who knows, who understands. He is not made of glass, I had felt his cool warmth that day and I know that is exactly what I need in my life.

A partner, who knows, understands loss. Who looks at me and sees me, not someone awesome or lacking, just me. I know he sees it. My instinct that is fluctuating so dangerously tells me so.

"Do not arrive before Twenty-five past seven. You are always the main guest, arrive in the end. That gives you excuse to get the photos and the interviews done in limited time. Also gives you only fifteen minutes for the meet-greet you so dread…"

"I have got it Luna…"

"All right then Harry, we'll see you in an hour?"

I make my way upstairs again, but not towards the bedroom, I bypass the first floor, second floor, third floor, and up on to the roof, my destination. The air is balmy tonight as it's been for past Ten days.

I realize that it's a fine night to fly, just as the weather witch predicted.

I know that what I am about to do absolutely reckless and probably dangerous as well, not to mention how a single misstep can make a joke out of me. But, I know I need this recklessness for tonight. I need the danger. If not mortal peril, then I need mocking peril. If I am going out to woo like a Casanova, then I have got to arrive like Casanova. And my ride tonight has been waiting for her debut for a while.

I have been convincing myself since the idea hit me three days back that this is not for me. It's for her, she deserves the praise. I see my loyal elves have followed me upstairs. I take the leather and velvet cloak from Kreacher's thin arms and put it on after I cast an impervious charm on my fancy clothes and the Hair, especially the hair.

And it hits me, for once how silly it could all look in retrospect. But before I can allow myself to think anymore I say the password that will open the shed for me.

One look at her and all the insecurity just flies out. I don't know if it's my Gryffindor nature or the essence of the Marauders that is so ingrained in this enchanted piece of machinery, I can only grin deviously as I almost jump forward.

She looks and feels just like her name between my legs. Her deep rumblings tell of her passionate attitude and for a while as I ride her I forget everything except the wind on my face. On a whim of a second, I turn on the dragon blast capacitors and whoop in the air as loud as I dare.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good!"

It's liberating.

I named her 'Raven Victoria Black' once we were done restoring her mechanically two-years back. Mr. Weasley had gifted her back to me, or what was left of her from the fire at the Burrow. Still she was not so bad off and though it took Arthur and me more than twenty weekends to fix her mechanically. I was willing to put in much more effort if it required, because it was one of Sirius' most prized possessions. My own first good memory that I relived in my dreams while I was a sad little boy under the stairs was also of this Particular enchanted motor-cycle. It was a fantasy. And whilst many of dreams could never come true, this one could. A new life was decided for me the night I rode this Bike for the first time. A life that would be cruel and challenging in ways and perhaps tragic too, but also a life that made me who I am today, gave me friends and family that I have today. I could have died that night and over the years, I have realized that one should never degrade survival into lesser than what it is. The most important instinct. The ultimate luck. Raven Victoria Black was a symbol of my survival.

It took me an additional year in collaboration with Liam Finnegan, Seamus' younger brother, to make further magical enhancements to it. The addition of Dragon blast capacitors, and landing regulators and water gliders too. Also included were the rain-proofing charm, the camouflage and in case of emergency landing and a magical destination mapping system. It was finally completed a few months back and I had personally made a concrete and asphalt mixed take-off strip and a stowage shed up on the roof of 12 Grimmauld place. It was not the easiest of the tasks. Because no one could understand why I would need to make an asphalt and concrete strip on my roof.

It was very handy of me I suppose. But I had the time.

As my estimate is accurate. It is less than five minutes flights towards Western London and I can see The Merlin Wizarding Convention center gleaming conspicuously and magically in the night on the outskirts of Western London. This is where my fate will be decided tonight, and Harry Potter will make an unforgettable entry, to eternal happiness or inevitable doom, only time will tell.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Tell me please! That I was dreaming just now and you did not land on the red carpet on Sirius' flying motorcycle!"

Hermione's grip on my arm is painful, but I have had worse, and I am too high on the adrenalin from the flight and the shock of the people to really mind. Recklessness, thy name is Harry James Potter. The flashes from the cameras are dazing though. And I don't know exactly how I look right now. Crazed, dazed, pained…

"Oh come on! It was just a bit of fun really! If I am going to navigate through this monstrosity of a night, I think it is only fair to have a bit of fun… Wait, cancel that, I am going to have a lot of fun!"

She grimaces through a few more pictures and it's amusing that for once I have a genuine smile on my face and she is having a hard time to pull one on. It's usually vice-versa.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Tell me please that I am not dreaming and that you did arrive tonight with the lady Raven Victoria Black!" Ron piped in as he reaches me and takes place on my other side for the obligatory golden trio picture. I am sure his placement on my other side rather than next to Hermione is to escape from any covert pinching that Hermione is prone to do.

"You are not dreaming at all Ron, because even in your dreams you only dream about Hermione… Who looks ravishing by the way…" I answer looking at Hermione who is now blushing in her cream and gold floor length dress and still looking at me fondly annoyed yet genuinely smiling.

"So yes! It is real, my surprise date tonight on the red carpet is my wonderful Motorcycle, and I don't think any man or woman can begrudge me my choice?"

"Well, I don't begrudge you this little bit of fun, I was already bored half out of my mind until you arrived. I am telling you Hermione, next year you are going to pass on management of this event. I hardly get to see you as it is."

"Both of you are idiots." She hisses through her teeth as we are asked to pose for some more pictures.

"Now now Hermione! Not idiots! Fools…Fools in love… Harry with his Motorcycle and I with you…" Ron says sweeping behind me in a strangely graceful manner and coming on the other side of Hermione and all of a sudden I am a third-wheel when he leans down and kisses her lovingly on the cheek. As more cameras go off. I feel for the first time that perhaps nothing would go wrong. Well that still depends on a silver and blond Slytherin to be honest. But… I am starting to feel lucky.

'You are on a champion streak tonight Potter, do not mess it up.' The Snapesque voice tells me sternly.

After depositing my Leather over coat and getting more pictures flicked indoors I finally make way to the ball room where most guests have already arrive. I am glad to have both Hermione and Ron with me as we make rounds greeting friends and family as the Minister has not yet arrived. Which is making Hermione nervous.

"Who chose this outfit for you by the way?" asks Hermione once we are seated on the designated table occupied most by friends. Including Neville and his date and Luna and Rolfe.

"I did, actually…" I answer taking a sip from my drink. It's a cocktail aptly named 'lemon chiffon' and I can definitely taste the lemon and a slight touch of fire-whiskey in there. Hermione looks at me sardonically.

"Okay, so the designer's assistant helped, but of all the stuff he showed me and I tried, I chose this in the end so that has got to count for something." I say in my defense, as Hermione folds my silver scarf carefully and puts it in my inside pocket so that it does not get wrinkled before she fixes my Black family badge The onyx and silver monstrosity stuck to my jacket lapel. So that is what it feels like to have a mother.

"That counts for everything mate…" Ron says clad in his nicely cut formal black wizarding robes.

"So you chose your own outfit, which is fabulous, and you signed up for the Bachelor auction, and you were almost civil to Cho for the duration of the interview, and you arrived on that leather and chrome monstrosity like an attention seeker I always ask you to act like, and you are not upset or nervous or resentful like you always are for announcing the donation results and making the thank you speech… Who are you? And what have you done with Harry Potter?" she says fixing my hair, Again. I have a mind to stop her, but I know she is anxious about the success of the event which in my opinion is much better than the Cogs were ever able to pull off.

"I am Lord Potter-Black, and I have sedated Harry Potter for the night, because the way you talk of him, he is a party-pooper…" I say cheerfully taking her hand that is continuously picking at my hair and kissing the back of it.

"EXACTLY!" almost everyone at the table shouts.

"Hey! No unprecedented kissing Harry! That's my wife's hand you are holding…" Ron says playfully as Hermione smacks him.

"No, this is the hand of the girl who saved my life countless times, without whom most of us wouldn't be here. I would not be here. Helping the Orphans, not just from the Wizarding world but from the muggle world as well. We would not be here the most united we have ever been, the most unprejudaisd this world has ever been without this girl. I think we never tell you enough Hermione how wonderful you are and how wrong we were…in letting you Marry this Oaf!"

"Oi! When did this become a mud-shot at me from serenading about how wonderful Hermione is?" Ron's says mock-offended.

And everyone is laughing and Hermione is blushing her eyes are moist and shining and smiling wide, and a sudden fear finds my heart in that moment as I look around my smiling friends and family. As if a flashing flesh-memory hits me full-force. Hermione's hand is warm in mine, just like Firenze's body was once the wards came off.

'Qui salvabo vos salvatore Potter' comes an ominous whisper.

What if one of my friends sitting here is next? What if it's Hermione? Ron? How many of my friends sitting on this very table have saved my life? Directly or indirectly. How do I know that the murderer would stick to some method? We have no leads, I have no leads… I realize how ill-equipped I am this time around to save my loved-ones, just as ill-equipped I was when I was seventeen. I should have paid more attention. Trained harder, been a better auror… I feel as if my shortcomings will burst my head.

Someone grips my shoulder strongly and jolts me out of my reverie…

"This table seems to be having all the fun tonight…" says the deep voice of the Minister behind me. I shoot a glance at Hermione, who is looking at me with a little worry in her eyes, did she notice? Next to her Ron also wears a tight smile as he nods at me in a way that is a silent question,

'You alright mate?'

"Well, this is the table where the young people are, isn't it Kingsley?" I say turning around and standing up in an instance almost reflexively.

It is me splitting again. I do that at time when I am in public. It's a coping mechanism where a part of me broods internally and another part takes control of on the surface tasks and conversations and attention. It never ends nicely for some strange reason.

"Alas! That is true…" The minister sighs in his traditional black and dark purple wizarding robes.

"…you still have a few good years in you Minister Shacklebolt… so don't be depressed." Says a deep drawling voice that I have been waiting to hear all evening and despite all my warning against impulsive actions tonight (my tackling Malfoy regime being 'count to five before answering, looking, following, touching, blurting in reaction to Malfoy'), my head flips to the side following the voice, like an automaton.

And I am struck.

All I can see is…

My Apollo.

My mind goes blank as my eyes feast upon the vision that is Draco Malfoy tonight.

Oh Merlin! Please don't let me do anything embarrassing! Some awake part of my mind pleads.

He is all silver and ever-green and sleek and shiny, as if a halo of cool and warm light surrounds him. Clad in what I can only call contemporary-traditional formal wizarding robes, that are fit like a glove around his muscled yet whipcord lean figure. An array of silver buttons adorn the front but what really catches my eye is the fact that he is wearing the exact silver silk scarf that i was. It pleases me greatly, the fact that he and I match in a bizarre scarfy way, and if that does not show 'desperate' on my part then I don't know what does.

He has his hair down, gracefully combed back from his face a vivid and tasteful contrast against his ever-green robes. Where does he get these colors from? I cannot help the questioning look on my face as I finally make it up to his face, and yes that perfect face… So balanced, aristocratic, proud yet somehow soft too. And the skin, oh God his skin is flawless. How does he manage it? I find his eyes, finally, not that I was looking, its just the rite of passage which I always embarrassingly make up-stream, ending where I should start. The Silver eyes. Trained on me. Silver laser beams. And they look amused and incredulous at the same time. As if they know my struggle, understand it, yet expect me to do something else entirely than what I am doing. In a moment they are formal, the next inviting. And I thought he looked gorgeous yesterday at the carnival. Find a corner and snog the hell out of gorgeous in his jeans and polo shirt and fucking sunglasses!

Tonight he looks like sin, in all its formality of course. And I want to commit. His attention is finally claimed elsewhere and I take a deeply needed breath.

I can't figure out for the life of me, why I thought at one time that Draco Malfoy was the ugliest of them all, and pointy enough to split water-melons.

Perception really is a strange thing.

And then the deflating starts as I realize how all my efforts at looking good are just shabby in comparison. Who can compare to the Malfoy decadence? Years of preening, grooming, practicing and polishing has fleshed out this beautiful creature that stands in front of me. How can I ever impress him that way when I can't even tie my own Bow-tie? He is not wearing a tie, or a bow-tie, yet he looks more formal than me.

I am a farm hen's egg to his Faberge.

I just… don't compare. And so before I can stop myself…

"And you would know all about years and what good they can do to one, wouldn't you Draco?"

Holy chocolate frog! I did not just say that! In front of the minister and my friends too! That was uncalled for. I know it was. But you can always later shade it as flirting. I did not just get defensive and lash out just because he looks good so effortlessly and I look like a mud pie even after going to painful lengths tonight. I did not!

'You did...' says my Snapesque mind-voice.

What is wrong with me? I am about to beat myself more over it when,

A savage almost predatory glint flashes in those mesmerizing silver eyes.

"I would Harry, So would you for that matter…" he says cocking his head to one side in that strange way I have been noticing him doing lately. I like it for some reason. Makes me feel interesting. And I notice the casual yet pointed use of my first name.

Harry… Harry… Harry, it's like a prayer in his voice. I want to hear him say that name again and again.

In throes of passion, submission, domination, lust, trust, comfort, friendship, Love…

Yes love… most of them all.

"It's good to see you here Draco. I hope you enjoy the party tonight. It's sad enough that this is the first one anyone from the Malfoy family is attending, when your mother has been such a generous donor for past seven years."

Hermione's expression is very genuine. And through the cotton in my ears and clouds in my eyes, it doesn't fail to surprise me yet again how effortless she makes forgiveness look when it is anything but. Hermione would never be deviated from the path she thinks is the right one. And that is her greatest strength.

"Oh this is a very well-arranged event so far, though I doubt I will enjoy it as much as I did the carnival yesterday… The one I spent with your miniature versions. Still thank you for the invite."

"Yes, our miniature versions still have the sugar induced hangover and were driving your aunt to madness when we left for here… So, you are most welcome." Ron pipes from his wife's side in good cheer. Will surprises never end?

"Well, we can't dally around Harry as much as we would like to since there is a whole ball-room of people to meet and greet, so Harry and Ron, get to work and Hermione come along…"

And so it starts.

It almost seems unfair. I just want to stand here and look at him. But now I have to go as well, and prepare to announce the results that just arrived and also make a thank you speech before the dancing and eating starts. And by then…

What? By then, what? He would hopefully still be here and not absolutely surrounded by sycophants or in the arms of one of the pretty fabulous and rich and looking witches here dressed to the nines and beautiful in the way you can never be. So you can corner him, under one pretense or another and then just snog him… or talk about feelings and stuff, before he either hexes you, kicks you in the groin or just straight laughs at your face.

Yes… Easy peasy.

Before long, I see the dais is being levitated most tastefully to be placed on the platform the music show will be taking place afterwards.

Hermione steps up gracefully, welcoming and greeting in her usual fashion, it's all a blur to me because my eyes are fixed on Draco and the person sitting next to him on the Minister's table. Now that the lights have dimmed all over the great Hall, so that the dais would be more accentuated, it is hard for me to see expressions, only the dip and leaning of heads towards each other.

Draco seems to be deep in conversation with Erik Stoltorm.

Which reminds me, that he never did tell me that day in my office, how he knew Erik Stoltorm.

No, he had flipped side and blinded me and cornered me enough to forget all about the questions I had asked him and take the first way out of the confrontation.

That changes things a bit doesn't it Harry?

It does.

It means that he is hiding something. And when a Slytherin hides something it's never good.

How stupid have I been? Dipping into memory, to see any and every piece of that afternoon's conversation in the allusion that it was more than aggression and irritability on his part, it was genuine and deep emotion.

It was an evasion tactic. Which I fell for of course.

It is a sad understanding.

That makes my plan of seducing look really stupid and foolish.

It might exactly be his game.

I cannot win this one though. So will it be prudent to indulge at all?

Not prudent at all, but it's happening anyway.

"So Harry, would please come up here?"

I look up at smiling best friends. Feeling half-sick to my stomach. But I walk the few steps I am meant to walk. Yes, the king of fools at your service.

The sound of applause is loud. Too loud and the dimmed light makes it really a strange experience. This Invisible audience which is watching me keenly now. And for a moment I feel as if I am about to suffocate, as I stand in that Halo of spot light. Perhaps stumble. Stutter. Sweat.

"You have your speech?" Hermione murmurs but I hear her just fine even in the sound of applause.

"Nope, don't need it." I say simply as she hands me the folder that has the single piece of paper. With names of the highest donors. Her eyes widen and she looks panicked for a moment but then she calms all of a sudden and I notice that I have taken her hand in mine and I am smiling too.

How I am managing it, I have no idea.

I set the paper down on the dais and flick my wrist as my wand slips into my hand. Her, my wand's smoothness is like a balm. She is simple. A tad impulsive, but loyal where it matters the most.

"Thank You Hermione… I realize I do say that a lot… I think we all do." I say smiling at the audience and I hear a cacophony of agreement from the crowd.

"So without further ado. I would like to congratulate all of you present here, who donated, participated or volunteered for the wonderful Children's Charity Carnival yesterday at the Dumbledore Memorial Garden, I am ecstatic to announce, that not only did we achieve our set goal in donations and income. An anonymous benefactor, most graciously doubled all the sales of yesterday's carnival goods, which means that we made more than twice our target of Two-hundred thousand Galleons and a total of Four hundred thousand, seven hundred and forty-seven galleons were collected in earnings and donations from yesterday alone. We are yet to include the funds gathered tonight for the gala dinner and the bachelor auction that is yet to take place, in which I will be participating to everyone's astonishment, for the first time ever. It's about time isn't it?"

A lot of whoops most recognizable from the Weasley tables are heard at that alongside the constant applause.

"Yes, I am sure you all can guess from the particular dressing tonight?" I say spreading my arms dramatically.

"Hermione, give her his scarf and then we'll talk." George and Fred yell to everyone's cackling. At which I dramatically invite Hermione to do so, she blushes and laugh and then puts her hand inside my tuxedo jacket and whips out the silver silk scarf and puts it around my neck amidst very civilized hoots and buzz from the crowd. And I wonder what Malfoy will make of it, as he is wearing an identical one tonight. From this angle I can hardly see his face, only that he is leaning back in his chair in a very easy and comfortable way.

"Okay, Forge, stop getting so excited, you are married men and I don't share. I am sure there are other interesting pairs of twins here tonight? Perhaps some dusky Indian beauties?" I say pretending to search through the crowd, when I hear the cheer from the left side tables where Parvati and Padma Patil are both seated with many of their other single female friends. Parvati is the event managing director of this particular convention center.

"But I am getting ahead of myself. Of course, so let's get back to the reason for real congratulations…" The crowd quiets down a bit.

"I would like to first Thank every single witch and wizard who donated for this consortium of charities. Which includes charities regarding endangered magical creatures, Charities dedicated to the welfare of war-victims, Charities dedicated to establishing homes for Orphaned and stranded witches and wizards, The Quidditch program, and the Severus Snape's memorial pre-school and hostel for gifted witches and wizards."

"This year we also included three muggle orphanages to the donation trust. But most importantly some of this years donations will go in establishing a small but well-equipped regulatory department which will over-see that our donations are well utilized in the Muggle orphanages as well as the wizard orphanages. A few of my good friends have volunteered for the inspection jobs and the enthusiasm so far regarding this facet of dealings is marvelously positive. I hope in near future we will be able to improve the standards of child-raising to exemplary levels of which we still only dream of."

"I would like to thank the Minister of Magic, Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt, for his unwavering support. I would also like to thank Cuffe, the chief editor of Daily Prophet and managing sponsor of this event. Madam Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry, and also the Executive regulator and manager of the Dumbledore scholarship program, Parvati Patil, the event managing director for this magnificent venue. Fred and George Weasley owners of the Triple W." I tuned out from there and just read the list that included names of all sponsors and those who helped manage the event.

"A special thanks for their most generous donations goes out to…" I recite the names slowly as they all come out one by one to where the Minister and Headmistress are now standing on the other side of the stage handing the donors special certificates honoring their generosity and getting their pictures taken. My eyes repeatedly skip up to the first name I ignored in the list. The person who made the biggest Donation tonight, and was the one to double the carnival earnings from yesterday as well, Draco Malfoy. The minister had shot a look at me when his name was not the first I took. It's a long noisy, flashy process but still takes around ten minutes.

"The Last name on the list, is the one I never imagined that I would see on this list, because most of us thought him lost to us for almost seven years. Most of us believe that the mantle of the Malfoy name will never be taken again, and one of the most ancient and respected families in the wizarding world would fade. I am grateful and Happy to announce to you all that that won't be happening, and I want everyone here to give Lord Draco Malfoy a huge round of applause not just as a welcoming back gesture, but also for his generosity, for he has contributed the most to tonight's donation funds."

The crowd does applaud and Draco slowly stands up from the chair and stride down gracefully towards the minister. His dark green robes swishing as I step down from the stage myself and quickly make way towards where Malfoy is walking to, to get the Certificate from the Minister and Professor McGonagall. I reach them just as he receives the certificate and shakes Prof. McGonagall's hand and then almost startles when he find me inches away from him as I take hold of his shoulders, his eyes widen for a moment at, I am guessing my feral grin. There is a momentary panic as I close the distance between and embrace him vehemently, as if we are the oldest and most closest friends ever. The electric jolt between us is almost disconcerting for a moment, as he recovers immediately and embraces me back just as vehemently and just as platonically.

"Nice Scarf Potter." He hisses in my ear in a tone I am not sure is angry or passionate. Yet when we let go of each other he is smiling the same way I am.

Realistically.

"Thank You." I say sincerely

"For the compliment or for the donation?" he asks his face still holding that demure shining smile and his tone as sardonic as can get. As we pose for yet another picture.

"Both…" I say quietly as I turn to him "…though I do have a favor to ask of you yet."

"Really Potter? After all I have already done?"

"Yes..." I say simply. Smiling at him and he looks uncomfortable for a second.

"Out with it then…" he says almost impatiently.

"I would like to have a dance with you…" I say, in voice that is much more grounded than I am. He looks at me smiling still but his brow furrows a little.

"You would like that…wouldn't you?"

"I would very much…"

"Only on the condition, that I will be leading… I saw you dancing at the Yule ball and I can't allow that to happen again."

"I think you are about to be pleasantly surprised." I smile at him as I back up and make my way back to the empty dais.

I realize halfway there, that not once did Malfoy object on the fact that I was guy asking him for a dance.

Definitely a sign.

The outlay of the hall changes dramatically immediately after dinner. As the tables are moved towards the walls and a space is made in the middle of the hall and Bachelor Auction starts. The prize is a dinner date the very next weekend and in my case particularly, by Luna's suggestion and then providing, Hogwart's Uniform, A broom from my collection, My Quidditch gloves and My first Yule ball robes, alongside a silver and Opal pendant, engraved with 'Best wishes from Harry Potter. All of which according to Luna is considered very valuable memorabilia.

In my opinion, it's just fucking embarrassing.

Especially when it's going to be announced out loud. And that too by Luna. Who can make an insult feel like a compliment and a compliment feel like an insult.

What was I thinking? Why did I ever think that I could do this?

"Candidate number ten is Benedict Cullen. Benedict is Twenty-two, runs a favorite confectionary store chain, and inventor of the most beloved Chocolate heart-crystals. He likes reading, experimenting with chocolate, Quidditch and is also a part of Wizard's wireless voice cast. He is also an expert in salsa dancing, and eating ice-cream really fast… His gift bag contains, A dinner date, A Chocolate jewels bag, a wonderful…"

Benedict I notice is a handsome young man and he is number Ten, so it means I am just two people away from being displayed. Ginny notices my anxiety and grabs hold of my hand.

"If you want, I can bid for you… you don't have to worry at all about some old fat witch…"

"No, I am not scared about that. I find Old fat witches charming actually since they are usually so sweet to me… no its standing up there, that I am dreading….you know… its Luna on announcements."

She is about to answer me when Ron joins in.

"250 galleons for Benedict Cullen!" Ron says as if it's the most baffling thing.

"That's more than how much you will fetch you know…" Ginny snipes at Ron playfully. She looks a little tired though still very pretty in her plum colored dress.

"I know!" Ron says laughing

"So… what is in your gift bag Harry?"

"It will be announced soon."

And as if on a cue, I heard Luna voice over the noise.

"Last but not the least, number 13?" I swallowed air and then made my way up to the pedestal of shame and foolish fancies, as graciously as I could. Once up there, I turned smiling my most charming smile that always worked on Molly and Andromeda. They say old witches pay the most, and judge the least. So I aim for the older ladies present.

"Number 13 is Harry James Potter, also known formally as Lord Harry James Potter-Black. He is 24 years old and already an accomplished senior auror. He used to play seeker for his home team at Hogwarts. Harry likes flying, treacle–tart and spending time with friends. Harry also volunteers for various charities and is very fond of romantic walks on the beach and sex in the shower…"

OH DEAR MERLIN!

The whole crowd goes silent for a minute and even Luna looks up from where she is reading and looks down at the momentarily hushed crowd.

A part of me, that is not absolutely furious and embarrassed, actually finds it funny. And then the spell breaks when a deep and cool voice says…

"Aren't we all?" and I look up at the owner of the voice and find Erik Stoltorm's sparkling, mirthful eyes looking at me. And then everyone starts to snicker and then outright laugh.

"I'll pay anything for that!" Fred shouts! From the crowd. As more cheers come my way.

"Well, you will still have to bid. So Harry's gift bag contains. A Dinner Date and tickets to a Muggle movie of your choice. It also contains a Broom from his private collection. His personal Quidditch gloves, his first pair of formal robes from the Yule ball of the tri-wizard cup. It also contains, Harry's personally commissioned White-gold and Opal pendant with a personal engraving. So, let the bidding start from 500 Galleon."

In the end, it really was a bid between three candidates.

Melanie Sommers. An acquaintance from the Unicorn Reservation Charity.

Parvati Patil. Just because she is a good friend.

And

Erik Stoltorm. Who looked to be doing it just for the fun of it. I am sure he has a lot of money to spare.

It got ridiculous then when it reached 4000 Galleons and that when I knew Parvati was going to give in and Erik Stoltorm was going to be my date next weekend.

"So going on 4500 galleons once… Twice…"

"10,000 Galleons and lets just move on?" Drawls Draco from the direction of the Minister's table where I had seen him sitting last seeming uninterested in the frivolity and deep in conversation with Barnabus Cuffe.

Luna turns to Erik questioningly and he just shrugs his shoulders in surrender.

"Alright, Ten-thousand Galleons for Harry Potter and the gift bag, going Once…Twice…? Sold!"

"Harry Potter is sold to Draco Malfoy for Ten-thousand Galleons, which is the highest bid ever for this particular bachelor auction's history." The applause and whistling and hooting is deafening as I step down from the pedestal to come and stand on the edge of stage from where I have to be accompanied by the one I am sold to. Draco makes his way forwards through the crowd and cheers of everyone around. He looks impassive about it. Almost bored. It's a strike on my vanity, even if being sold for ten-thousand galleons is a balm of sorts. He offers a grace full hand from the first of the three steps leading down. His pose is gracious as girls giggle about

"Go watch the New Lord of the rings movie, I bet you both will like that one." Erik Stoltorm says standing right next to the stage. His smile is smug, too smug for someone who lost the bid.

Draco inclines his head, even more bored and dismissive.

"That is a good suggestion… perhaps we will, Thank you." I say smiling back at Stoltorm.

"I don't think I can stand sitting next to Potter for so long a duration…" Draco sneers from my side. Shaking his head as he lets go of my hand immediately.

"Well, You should have thought that before you bid for me, now I am honor-bound to take you to a movie and dinner." I am half way through my sentence when I turn to look at Erik and catch him shooting a strange look at Draco. He immediately excuses himself. Just as Ron and Hermione come to join us. Draco is about to slip from my side, and I am sort of angry by now. Humiliated almost. So I grab his forearm and lean into him slightly.

"This changes nothing about the dance though; I will still have my turn-about with you." I say barely concealing my irritability. He turns slightly and I realize how close our faces are when I feel his warm exhale on the side of my cheek. The last time we were this close… well…

"I didn't think it did… Come find me when its time." His silver eyes are fixed on mine. And I can see a few conflicting expressions there. Like sun peeking through clouds. I lean back, eyes still fixed on that beautiful face and let go of his arm as I nod and he turns away. My mind is a jumble. His actions and attitude are conflicting, too conflicting.

Why play this game at all if you are not going to make your move? It's one step forwards, two steps back. This evening in some ways has turned out better than I would have hoped.

"Would now be a good time to ask you about coming clean regarding your sexual-orientation? For which me and Fred have an on-going bet for past two years? Since you are so good at giving mixed signals to our gaydar." George and Fred are suddenly on my either side.

"What George means to ask is, how does it feel to be bid upon by a man? Or Men in this case. Because Malfoy's gives no signals yet at all but that is to be expected, being Slytherin and Snape's protégé and all."

"Guys, can we not do this right now, I am still too dazed about the shower-sex debacle…"

"OH! Yes, how can we forget about the shower-sex part…" and from then both of them hardly need my input as they exchange constant lewd and vulgar quips between them until Hermione, once again comes to my rescue just as we are finishing dessert, and leads me to the table where Prof. McGonagall is seated, looking graceful in her traditional black robes.

Parvati finds me a few minutes later, asking if I would meet the band that is playing tonight backstage as they are huge fans of mine.

Boys2Wizards are perhaps the first boy band in wizarding Britain. They are young and fresh out of Hogwarts and are mostly muggleborn. From what I have heard, they are extremely popular already and tonight might just be their take-off gig. I am personally very fond of their music which I have heard on the wireless. And I actually have a request to make of them as well.

As their crew is setting up their equipment on the stage, they are bouncing all over the place. The energy of the band in infectious. So are their nerves and they are too happy to oblige my request to play a particular song of theirs for me.

After signing their identical Button-up silk shirts under their wizarding robes, I finally make my way back to the party, and take a seat next to Prof. McGonagall again.

"You are such a plethora of different energies tonight Potter, it's almost making me dizzy." She leans forward towards me, the steely old maiden as a small smile plays on her stiff and severe lips.

"Are you sure Professor McGonagall that it's not your steely consistency against display of all energies other than severity rather than my different ones that makes you feel so?" I smile at her cheekily.

"Grown a cheek has he?" she smiles a full one this time, her eyes sparkling.

"Grown a heart has she?" I quip back. Just as the band is announced and I stand up graciously and offer her my hand.

"I would love to have this dance with you. First dance for my first dance teacher?"

The song is soft and melodious. And we slowly move around the dance floor, and I notice how gaunt she is. She was always whip-cord thin, but now her frame is almost fragile.

"You should not be over-working yourself Minerva."

"It is not over-working child, really, it's just Old age and loneliness."

"Why? And don't say that we are all the family you need."

"I will tell you the story someday. For now let me just enjoy how good my clumsy student has become in dancing."

I don't ask any more questions and let her lean against me as we slowly waltz in the middle of the dance floor. Sharing polite greetings with other dancing couples. I notice the light of the rest of the hall has been dimmed again a point or two. For a more romantic atmosphere.

As the song begins to wind down, Minerva looks up at me and I can tell her eyes are sparkling behind those demure glasses.

"Harry, I am more proud of you and the world you have helped make then I can ever tell you. You have surpassed even what Albus' vision was for you. But, don't make any more sacrifices, let the world strive on its own from this point forward. Because if you don't let go of it now, you will never do and in the end, after all wars are fought, you will be a hero, but you will be alone. Find love. That is the most important thing. And once you have found, don't let go, no matter what the circumstances. You hear me you silly boy?"

Her words are as if prophetic for me. And they settle something inside me. The constant interpretation, the constant conflict. If Malfoy is real and he feels something about me, then I will pursue. And if he is tricking me and doesn't feel anything about me then I will tie him down until he does. Because. This goes for him too. We are both lonely. Isolated. Me, because of who I am and what I did. He, because of who he is and what he did.

We are both orphans. We are both anomalies. So what goes for me, goes for him too.

My eyes search the tables in the dim hall and I see him standing way in the back next to the entrance of the gardens surrounding the convention center. I gather up all my courage and determination and make my way towards him. It's too dark where he stands for me to see if he sees me coming. But he straightens up once I cross a few more tables and am onto him. He places the flute of his drink on the window ledge.

"Shall we?" I ask him, he doesn't say anything, just nods and takes my offered hand. He doesn't have to really. But he does. It's a relief. His hand in cool and strong in my, and there is a magnetic feel to it, as if any moment I am about to get an electric shock. A few people notice our procession towards the dance floor as the song comes to an end. I stand with him on the edge of the dance floor as the fading melody morphs into a new smooth one. The acoustic guitar leads into a familiar tune, and I gently pull my stoic partner with me onto the dance floor.

"That's our song…" I murmur to him as he raises an enquiring brow just as we are about to take a position. I move a step closer and he, the snake he is, snakes an arm around my waist with a small smirk of triumph until I snake mine around his on the opposite side. Which puts us in a much closer and intimate position than necessary.

"You don't know the song, so I guess since I can't lead, you can't either…" I whisper into his face. By now I don't really care who is watching.

The singer starts the serenade. Beautiful lyrics and melody croons slowly as we start moving.

**There's no more waiting,

Holding out for love...

You are my God-send,

That i have been forever dreaming of..

My Angel from above..

Merlin knows...

I'm head over heels and it shows,

I've cast every spell I suppose...

There's some magic about you,

When you're around baby I have found

I get lost in you...**

We move slowly but fluidly and as the lyric unravel, I feel nervous again. Draco just looks at me in that impassive way of his; there is something intense just under the surface of his skin. I can feel it as I am in an intimately close proximity. Trying to keep my head from floating away, indulging too much in his presence and static and scent. His scent is like a dream. So beautiful yet such an uncommon combination.

**What is this magic, I've never felt before,

That when I touch you,

Spells undo, surrender ever more..

That's what you cast it for...**

"Congratulations Potter, you have learnt how to dance in my absence." He finally says. Still not breaking his gaze away from mine and the quip that is supposed to be sardonic holds no heat for some reason. It seems a very powerless attempt at gaining back control of situation. Does this mean what I think it means. I move closer yet, just to test the theory and I feel a momentary tremor in his hand that I am holding in mine, palm to palm. He looks as if in a trance. His eyes follow mine, yet there is no sharpness in them. Is this surrender?

**Merlin knows...

I'm head over heels and it shows,

I've cast every spell I suppose..

There's some mystery about you,**

When I had started looking, I had not known exactly looking for, now that I see it, I wonder if this is what I was looking for. Is he even here? Or has he flown off somewhere. My answer comes seconds later.

**When you're around, baby I have found,

I get lost in you magical gaze,

lost in this mystical maze...**

"This has the potential of devastating us Harry. It is courting fire." He whispers, leaning even closer so that we are almost cheek to cheek.

"I don't care. I've played with fire before and survived." I am not the one answering anymore. It's my soul that answers.

"There is so much that you don't know, so much I am, so much I am not, so much I have done…" his voice is brimming with melancholy. And i can do nothing but instinctively tighten my hold around him.

"What I don't know, what you are, what you are not and what you have done… you will tell me."

He grows stiff in my arms. Before he leans back from me and I notice that the song is over and we are somewhere towards the edge of the dancing floor. Before he can move away, or protest, I firm my hand around his and swiftly lead him towards the Garden entrance where he was standing before the dance.

He can easily stop me, but he doesn't even if his hand twitches in my grip. I find a far corner in the garden which is conveniently not lighted and pull us both towards it. I have all intentions of having this decided tonight.

I pull him into the very corner as he comes impassively before I crowd into his personal space once again.

"I need you to…" I start saying but for some reason words escape me as my mind perceives his beautiful face again. His eyes are alert, and melancholy, and I feel actual pain somewhere in my chest to behold such a beautiful vision. He is too beautiful, too perfect.

I take a deep breath, and close my eyes for a moment and I can feel his eyes on me.

"I need you to stop playing with me Draco. It must be obvious by now…" my words break again, but I am determined to go on this time.

"It must be obvious by now that I am at your mercy here. What I feel for you, I have not ever felt a fraction of it for anyone else. I need to know. I need to know where you stand. I need to know… If I even have a chance here? At all? I need to know, and I need to know tonight Draco. Please. I am in constant torment… I can hardly function, I am so numb to everything that is not you… So please!" My voice leaves me again.

"You see, you have got it all wrong Harry." He finally says after a few long moments of silence. And then he chuckles bitterly and I want to punch something.

"You see, you don't get the fact, that it has always been the other way around. I have always been the one at you mercy. What you feel for me is not a fraction of what I feel for you in return, In this I am certain. " he pauses for a moment and I find it too good to believe, what he is saying

"You have been center of my universe for so long that I have not developed a sensation for anything else other than you in the first place. Seven years in forgotten exile, and yet I dreamt of you every single time I closed my eyes…"

I don't know when and how I reach for him, all I know is that my heart would burst if he says one more sentence. So I stop the time itself by joining my lips to his.

And it is as if the bank of a gushing river breaks. Its fracture. That moment when his lips yield underneath mine. Cool and moist and sweet. His arms snake around me in a vice-grip and yet I want him to press me even harder until it's hard to tell who is who. And then the heat starts as I feel the rest of his body pressed against mine just like I had wished not seconds ago. Feelings are mutual. Sensations are mutual. His mouth opens against mine and I am only too anxious to leap at the invitation as my tongue finds a way in and I taste him. Relentlessly, thoroughly, devoutly… and he tastes back. It's like never a more perfect match was made. He is passive when I am aggressive and I am passive when he is aggressive and it's the most perfect kiss I have ever experienced in my existence, and it's just our first. It's as if world beyond these wonderful and intoxicating lips doesn't exist. And inside this lip lock is the whole universe.

Seconds later, which might just be hours, I wouldn't know, we finally come up for air. Reluctantly. As I can tell from how his lips peck mine and mine his reflexively almost after every inhale and exhale. Breathing doesn't require that we step out of each other arms though. So we don't.

We stand in that corner arms entwined around the other as if we were never separated. Hair a mess and lips swollen and red. I am sure I look much more disheveled than him.

"Can I come with you to the Manor?" I ask between small kisses.

He stops for a second where he is kissing me just beneath my jaw, and then that absolutely radiant, yet deviant smile spreads on his kiss ravaged lips. And before I even register myself doing it I am summoning my cloak.

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