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Unrequited Love?	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N - This is the last chapter, but there is an Epilouge that will be posted next week with a brilliant bit of my boys together. Warnings: Death, Angst, Solo, UST
The Power the Dark Lord Knows Not
Somewhere off the Coast of Ireland
Severus Snape lay breathing fast, trying to relax as he finally apparated to his destination. He had done a dizzying intricate flurry of jumps in order to make himself less traceable.
He eyed the small Island off the Bluff, and sighed. He had only a mile more to go, but by boat. He got up and walked briskly to the shoreline, saw the small pebble that looked like a banana and smiled. His foot touched the stone, and it grew into a small row boat, and he climbed in. The water was a murky grey, the fog stole over the water and he cast a charm to increase the fog around him, covering his movements. To any onlooker, it would seem a rolling fog out to see, no one else could see the island. Severus' strong arms stroked hard, his muscles straining at the push and pull of the paddles.
Almost two hours later, the boat hit ground and returned to a pebble on the shore. Severus strode down the hidden path towards what looked like a Large Spruce tree with a trunk the size of a large man. His finger traced an intricate pattern on the bark, and when it cracked, he slipped one finger inside, and his whole body shrank, contorted and was pulled into the crack.
The entry way to the sea side hideaway was not massive, but it was warm, inviting and richly decorated. Granite floors and walls gleamed, gold candle sticks held soft glowing candles that let of a sweet fragrance. There were two mahogany hall tables lining the walls, intricately hand carved and detailed with a floral motif.
Severus Snape strode past all of these and Turned to the first door on his left and knocked twice rapidly. "Come in Severus" drawled a smooth voice from the other side. Severus grasped the bronze knob, twisted it, then entered into a nice cozy sitting room. Silver blonde hair cascaded over the back of one chair, as elegant legs, wrapped in dark green pants graced the top of an ottoman. Severus moved around the chair, and took a seat opposite Lucius Malfoy, and grinned.
"It is done." Severus stated with a smile.
"He does not suspect?" Lucius queried?
"No, he thinks the memories were removed and he killed her" Snape said with disgust. "He will release the news, and it will be in the paper tomorrow."
"Good, She will be free then. I wish her much happiness, Lord knows She needs it" Lucius said, looking intently at Severus. "What about Draco?" Severus asked.
"She will contact him when this is over, but she will not risk his life by contacting him before. He will understand, he has been informed of this plan for years in the eventuality that it would need to be enacted." Lucius replied, slightly whispering.
"Did she say where she is?" Severus asked, already knowing the negative reply.
"I refuse to know, I will not endanger her safety. Our transfiguration, charms and your helpful potions have allowed a shell to be slain so she could be free, and for that I am thankful."
"Did you ever really love her like you should Lucius?" Severus asked, something akin to strain clenched onto his chest as he waited.
"Severus," Lucius turned his steel eyes on him,” Never did I lie to her, we loved as best we could for who I am. No one suffered..." Those eyes hardened slightly, "Save for my own true desires."
Onyx eyes looked questioningly at his friend. "I like you loved deeply once, but our time was never meant to be. Severus, you fell for the other half, of the love of my life, unrequited as it was."
Severus, blinked, startled, tried to speak, but then nothing came out.
"James Potter was the only love I knew, It was an obsession. He was the darkness to my light, but he never saw me. Only her." Lucius whispered almost inaudibly. He had never told another living soul his secret. He had watched James, longed for him, wanked after him while secretly hidden in the Quidditch locker room showers. He had been rejected due to his name, yet still he had yearned for something. Anything, a look, a smile, kind jokes, a brush of skin...it was a yearning like I had never felt before...Until recently." Lucius said, his gaze intent on the man in front of him.
Severus stiffened at the "Until recently" and looked away surreptitiously.
"Severus.." Lucius coaxed. Severus couldn’t meet the gaze.
"I have to leave, there are things we must prepare for at the school, we have only a day and a half left." Severus said barely able to look at Lucius, glancing in every direction but him.
Severus stood, his careful mask put back in place, a calm exterior to the storm within. "Stay safe Lucius, I'll send word." And casually he glanced at the speechless man in the chair, and swept from the room, his heart breaking again. This time, there would be nothing left, he would give everything in this upcoming battle, life be damned. Love was a bitter fruit.
Dreaming
'I will join you tomorrow.' Draco whispered to his lover. They were playing chess on their beach in a dream, or was it a dream, maybe just another plane of reality that they lived in. Harry looked up, fear, trepidation, hope, and confusion crossing his handsome features. 'I'm not sure it's safe' Harry replied.
'Safe or not, it is right. I feel it Harry, I won't be there when things kick off as I know I cannot fight this cocoon you put me in, but somehow, I will be there when it matters.' Draco said, lifting his hand to his beloved's face, tracing the tears that started to form in Harry's eyes.
The thought of Draco putting himself in any danger hurt, his heart ached. 'Harry, don't you think that I feel the same about you? You are out there, living, fighting, getting hurt and all of it without me being physically present. There is more to this gift we have and we will figure out how to use it properly.' He wiped more tears, stood and stretched forward to capture one with a kiss. Harry's eyes closed, the feeling was warm and safe, caring and protective. He had always been the strong one, the one to fight, the one to protect, the one to stand. Now he just needed Draco to catch him as he fell.
And so Draco did.
The chess game vanished as if it had never been, Draco's arms surrounded him, and the scent that was purely Draco enveloped his senses. Harry's fears, his burden of having the whole wizarding world needing him, the responsibility was an immense weight on his chest. People had died trying to protect him, people had been hurt, and he was afraid. Afraid he would fail, afraid more of losing, afraid of living, afraid of grief, failure, or worse, limbo where nothing was complete.
The weight of it all pressed deep into Harry, He cried, sobbed, heaved, and clung. Draco was his rock in this moment, holding him, saving him, comforting him, loving him. Moments, ages, eternity it seemed passed, until Harry regained control. This was his time with Draco, the world be damned, he would not give into that pressure any longer, if he succeeded, good, if not, then try again later or go to his rest. Harry moved then, looking up into the concerned ice blue eyes of his lover, his life, his very breath, His.
Draco peered down looking for the torment in those emerald eyes, it was fading, being replaced by a strong determination then pure love shined through in an amazing brilliant display and he was caught, drowning in those eyes once more. He felt as if he was being pulled into Harry through his eyes. Both men blinked, then Harry reached up a tender hand, brushing a tendril out of the pale face above him. He reached further and pulled those deliciously pink lips to his own.
Softly, gently and wonderfully they started, with just a slight brush, a nip, a tender flick of the tongue over one lip then the next. It was a tasting, a sipping of one another, a savoring. No moans, but only contented sighs escaped them in that moment of pure gentleness. It was a coming home of sorts, for Harry, Draco was home and vice versa. They held each other languidly, not pushing their passion, not commanding, not taking, just contentedly sipping on one another, a dart of a tongue into one cavern, a slipping of another into a slow dance, until each was openly caressing and pouring their loving souls into the kiss, softly and slowly. Passion smoldered.
Harry drew back and smiled peacefully at his dragon. Draco was just as blissful in his state of arousal and peace. Opening their eyes, they just continued to stare in wonder at the other, emerald fire and smoky ice. They both felt that familiar falling feeling once again, they were being draw into one another, one soul melting back, fitting two broken pieces into one masterpiece.
They could feel one another, it was a heady experience, though it seemed as if they were residing as one inside Harry's body. Two halves of the same whole, Draco wanted to try something, and Harry could feel the amusement building within his lover's consciousness. Harry's hand rose because Draco wished it.
Harry did not try to control it, he just let Draco play. And play he did, he used Harry's body as if it were his own, then just to show he could, He pleasured Harry with Harry's own Hand, yet at the same time sharing a consciousness with another, it wasn't his hand any more, it was also Draco's, so the sensations were two fold, he felt his own physical pleasure and reactions, and felt Draco's pleasure and reactions as well.
One hand was tweaking a nipple, while the other hand was petting and stroking Harry's wet cock. They both felt it, the coiling pleasure, the rapid breathing, the single heartbeat, the stroking of flesh, and the feel of a hard shaft in hand. And when they came... Yes THEY came together at the same time, out of one body, it was explosive. Draco's body never came back to the dream, they just stay together as one and drifted to a deeper slumber.
Monday
The next morning had Harry waking feeling more than usual. Not worried, not peaceful, but more. He felt like his heart, his soul, and his mind was full.
He was just more than he used to be. In his head he felt the slumber of Draco, so he didn't try to rouse him.
Preparations were getting started, the students emerged from the room of requirements to the surprise of the teachers, there were a few reunions with the arrival of the St. Mungo's crew, some with children, some with Order member, but all were in awe at the sheer number of witches and wizards that had amassed in the night for the fight of Hogwarts. Hogwarts was the heart of the British wizarding world, and few who could fight would leave it to be the catapult for the Dark Lord's rising.
Strategy was being laid out by the order, adults were paired with the students, each surrounding the school. Harry had gathered a few himself, informing them, there would be a task, he knows not what, but that they would be needed when he called.
All nodded, none as seriously as Severus Snape though, today he had resigned to die. To give up in that last moment, there was nothing left, but he would give all he had to help free the man he loved from being pursued and in hiding for the rest of his life. This was the least he could do and not bother the man any longer. He would let his love go to be with the someone else.
In the evening, the castle shook, shuddered and a detached menacing voice tumbled into the minds of everyone gathered.
"Tonight, all who do not join me will die. I am Voldemort and I will rule you all, join me and live, fight me and die. You have one hour to make your choices"
A cold finger shivered down the spine of everyone that had heard.
Harry gathered himself, nodded to his group and walked out of the Great Hall towards the door, they followed silently behind him.
Once outside the large doors of the castle, he held up his hands for them to stop, took one more step, and placed his wand to his throat and spoke out into the air.
"Voldemort, I call you to come to me. I Challenge you for the lives of everyone within Come to the Gates of Hogwarts and meet our fate."
He turned towards the group gathered in the doorway. "Form a line in front of the entrance, hold hands and don't break hold no matter what, until either he or I is dead."
They nodded grimly, moved to form the line, and grasped hands. Remus and Tonks, Fred and George, Ron and Hermione, Frank and Alice Longbottom, Neville and Luna, and several other pairs from the St. Mungo excursion, and finally Severus Snape the odd man out.
One more person rushed out of the School, and grasped the last man's hands, startling Severus Snape as he turned to look into the deep blue eyes of the man he loved.
"What are you doing here, Go... you will get killed." Severus bit out as he choked on the pain of seeing Lucius Malfoy. Lucius just smiled, squeezed his hand and brought it up to his lips kissing gently. "Until recently, I have loved no other but James. Until You, Severus. I cannot bear to be apart, and I refuse to let you go, you self-sacrificing git." Severus would have melted, but now was not the time, that gift of love so precious, he held onto. As he turned to face the direction of the threatening advancing Dark Army, He whispered back. "I love you Lucius, don't forget." His reply was another gentle squeeze.
Black clouds whirled around them, and a form started to take shape in the distance near the gates. They knew the Dark Lord was answering Harry's call.
Harry looked back at his line, moved towards Remus, gave a grim smile, "Hold one tight everyone." He said as he moved to touch the tip of his fingers to the unclenched hand of Remus.
When hands connected, Harry's eyes glowed into a bright blue, illuminating at least several feet around him. Closing his eyes, he sent a part of that light into Remus from their connected hands and willed it to grow. Love grows and multiplies, it does not diminish.
The blue light streamed through the connected hands, each pair glowing a different hue of iridescent light and the lights connected and brought a solid, white Wall behind them, sealing those inside from the oncoming assault.
Harry moved, eyes returned to the emerald hue, he walked towards Voldemort meeting his red blood gaze. Voldemort lifted his wand quicker than Harry and shouted "Avada Kadavra!" The Green blaze was sent speeding towards Harry who flinched waiting for the curse to strike.
From inside of him he felt Draco stir, 'no, don't watch this love' He shut his eyes waiting.
A strong ice blue light pushed at his eyes, and as he opened them, A corporeal projection of Draco came out of him standing in front, taking the green jet. "NOOOOO" Harry cried, fearing for Draco, wand raised and his mouth moved of its own speaking a spell only his soul knew. "Elska rek dauoa!" White light streamed from his wand, Draco's projection dissipated with the killing curse, Streams of light flooded Harry from behind, each pair behind him beaming light from their chests filling Harry, pushing the spell towards Voldemort.
The weight of the spell was heavy as tears streamed down Harry's face, blood gathered at his pours leaking likes sweat, the spell connected with Voldemort's second killing curse and struck hard, pushing Harry back a few inches.
'I am still here love, we will defeat this monster together' Draco's voice filled Harry's mind. And then a very real hand ghosted over his shoulder, and Draco repeated the spell Harry had said, wand extended, free hand entangling with Harry's. The second spell just as bright connected with Harry's and The push of wills was on.
As the spells arched and crackled, the white light spread closer towards Voldemort, he looked livid, eyes narrowing on Draco Malfoy.
Harry sensed the distraction and filled his mind with the love of family, the love of life, the love of friends, and most importantly, the love of Draco.
The white spell started to glow brighter until the darkness around the school was no more, everything was bathed in the light as if it were day. The arching stopped as the last inch was covered, Voldemort was over taken by the light, and he screamed a guttural scream that reverberated over the whole school, and then was silenced. the man before them started to shrink, face contorting, hands shrinking, and finally he collapsed in on himself and only the small dark soul remained, bathed in the white hot light. it darted from one side to another trying to escape and then it too blinked out.
The power from the spell ages old, the spell of love that banished death recoiled back and flowed in two streams straight into the hearts of Harry and Draco, where they collapsed hand in hand, unconscious.
Epilouge coming (w/Smut) :D - Please R/R
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