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Wish Upon A Star	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 20363 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 15 – A Reunion

“The evening star is shining bright, so make a wish and hold on tight. There’s magic in the air tonight, and anything can happen…”

/Edward/Harry

“Who are they?”

Edward wanted to break the table in half—with his head. Why couldn’t he and his siblings go unnoticed just once? Did they always have to be the center of attention? All they wanted was peace. He sighed and shook his head. That new girl, Isabella Swan, was very nosy (almost all the humans were) and Edward frowned in disapproval. He’d spent the entire morning making sure he didn’t cross paths with her until they unfortunately had to stay in the same room during art. Despite all of his efforts, however, Isabella Swan had found her way to the “popular” table during lunch and was now extracting the juiciest gossip they could squeeze out of their empty heads. He and his family played with their food as they listened on the conversation.

“Oh,” Jessica Stanley replied with a roll of her eyes, glancing at the Cullens. “Those are the Cullens. They’re all adopted siblings, but everyone except Edward is together.”

“Really?” Isabella asked.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, no biggie,” she said. “The blondes are Rosalie and Jasper Hale. Rosalie is with the giant looking guy, Emmett. Jasper is with the small girl, Alice. The last one is Edward.”

“That’s the one I almost ran into at the store,” Isabella murmured quietly to herself. Edward rolled his eyes; had he not been a vampire, he would’ve been steamrolled onto the floor. “He’s pretty cute.”

Jessica laughed. “He is, but you have no chance,” she said matter-of-factly.

Edward smirked when Jasper relayed to him how offended Isabella felt. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

Jessica smirked. “Relax. It means he’s gay and won’t be interested in you.”

Edward nearly giggled at Isabella’s shocked expression. Rosalie snorted into her hand at his reaction. “Are you sure?” Isabella asked. “Because I’m not getting that vibe from him.”

“Gay people don’t need to give out vibes to be gay,” another girl, Angela, pointed out. “And not to be rude or anything, but it is kind of obvious.”

Edward’s right eyebrow disappeared into his hairline. “If my sexual preference was that obvious, why do women still crawl all over me?”

“Because they’re human and idiots and think they can change your mind?” Rosalie scoffed. “As if your sexual preference was the equivalent to taking off a pair of shoes.”

Edward smirked a little at that. He remembered one occasion the previous year when a girl kept going up to him and asking him questions until he finally snapped. Normally his upbringing would prevent him from being rude to anyone of the female gender, but at the time his head wasn’t exactly in the right place, with Harry’s explosion still very fresh and painful in his memory, and so when she tried to touch and ask him what his type was, he’d been somewhat harsh in his response.

“There are two things I’m looking for in a partner, and that’s both a brain and a penis! Since you seem to lack both, I don’t see why you keep trying,” Edward had snarled, not carrying about the hundreds of eyes on them. He lifted his left hand and flashed the ring Harry had given him proudly. “And I’m taken, so do me a huge favor and back off!”

Though they always gushed to their girlfriends about their secret (and rather kinky) fantasies with him, no girl had ever asked him out again.

“You’re right,” Isabella said quietly, slightly embarrassed. “It’s a shame. All the good guys seem to be gay, taken, or fictional characters.”

The table erupted into laughter and Edward felt himself crack a smile at that. He still didn’t like the girl, but the comment she made was at the very least the most entertaining thing he’d seen in Forks since last month when a worm had been in Jessica’s apple and, trying to get rid of it, she accidentally managed to chuck the apple into the principle’s face. That had him giggling sporadically for days afterwards.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Edward sighed and emptied his tray, dreading going to art class. He didn’t know if Isabella was going to be one of those girls who thought maybe she could change his mind. She didn’t seem like it at the lunch table, but he didn’t necessarily want to spend time with her and find out.

“Good luck,” Emmett said with a chuckle. “Looks like you’re going to need it.”

Edward scowled at him before walking snail-like towards the art hallway. When he noticed Isabella following him (technically heading in the same direction since they had the same class and all, but he was increasingly paranoid about any female who deemed him cute and thus dubbed them all ravenous stalkers with grubby little paws that didn’t seem to have the brain power to comprehend that he was gay), he sped up a little and made it to the class before the bell rang.

Mrs. Stevenson smiled at him. “That was close, Edward,” she commented lightly. Isabella walked in a moment later, her face flushed as she panted. “Ah, Isabella. I see you managed to find the room.”

“Bella is fine,” the still panting girl replied.

“Class, you may grab your canvases in the back and continue from Friday. Remember, you may use whatever medium you desire as long as you can accurately express what you drew from the hat last time. Bella, come with me and I’ll explain the assignment more in-depth as well as the rules of this classroom.”

Edward immediately grabbed his canvas, smiling at the outline of Harry done in pencil. When he drew the index card with the word warmth scrawled across it, he’d closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time he felt warm. Harry’s face with that quirky grin immediately popped into his head and he set to work on drawing him. He was excited to finally paint it.

“Edward, being our advanced student, do you mind if Bella sits next to you and answer any questions she has?” Mrs. Stevenson asked warmly.

Edward forced a smile. “No problem,” he said charmingly, though on the inside he felt as if an otherworldly force hated him.

Isabella smiled awkwardly at him as she gazed at her index card. Tree. “This is going to look so stupid. Everyone can draw a tree,” she grumbled petulantly.

Edward rolled his eyes. “Don’t make the assignment harder than it is,” he chided, a somewhat sharp edge in his tone. “The tree can be a metaphor. When you close your eyes and think of a tree, do you see the branches and the leaves? Do you see autumn? Do you see your family supporting you? Maybe you see the structure of a tree in something else?”

Isabella bit her lip in contemplation. “You’re right,” she decided. She smiled slightly. “Thanks.”

Edward grunted and continued to paint his Harry, a peaceful smile on his face. He felt all the tension in his body relax away as he painted in Harry’s pale, flawless skin. His eyes glazed over slightly, remembering how every time Harry grinned or laughed, his ears would sometimes wiggle adorably. Then he added Harry’s midnight black hair, blacker than the night sky. Harry’s eyes were harder to color since he didn’t have the right shade of emerald.

Pausing momentarily to pull out his iPod, Edward noticed out of the corner of his eye Isabella trying to discreetly pick at his paintings and simultaneously work on hers. He sighed in slight annoyance and plugged in his ear buds, letting the music sway him back to a peaceful mood. He painted Harry quickly, lost in his own world and letting his brush flow fluently on his canvas.

Someone waved their hand in front of his painting. He looked up at Mrs. Stevenson and paused his iPod. “Yes?” he asked her.

“Edward, this is amazing,” Mrs. Stevenson breathed. “Have you thought about entering into art contests?”

Edward blinked. “Not really,” he admitted. “I can’t say I’m too interested in it.”

“Wow,” Isabella said loudly, gathering the attention of the rest of the class. “That’s amazing. Who is it?”

Murmurs erupted in the classroom. Edward didn’t really like to stand out, so he tried to be average about everything. Despite that, he couldn’t help but do his absolute best to paint his Harry and make sure the painting looked as close to his mate as possible. Staring at the canvas, Harry stared back at him, that quirky grin and twinkle in his eyes making Edward think he was up to something mischievous. There was an aura of multiple colors around him, giving the painting an overall warm and comforting feel.

“My boyfriend,” Edward said clearly, glancing at the girl in the corner of his eye.

“He looks great,” Isabella said with another awkward smile. “Where is he?”

Edward looked at her sharply. ‘None of your business,’ was at the tip of his tongue when someone knocked on the door and poked their head inside.

Mrs. Stevenson read the note before passing it to Edward. He nearly groaned when it said he would have a locker buddy. Two years of not having one and all of a sudden, he’d have to share that space with another human. It was simply fantastic.

“If you change your mind, Edward, let me know. A painting as beautiful as this can easily win first prize in a contest, or even be showcased in a gallery,” she told him thoughtfully, her eyes running over his work.

Edward didn’t have time to respond as the bell rang, signaling the end of class and school. He swiftly put away his materials and hung his canvas to dry. Grabbing his backpack, Edward left and maneuvered his way around the humans. He frowned, the surrounding thoughts louder than usual.

‘Oh, la, la. He is sexy.’

‘I wonder if he’s taken.’

‘Wow, his accent is nice. Is that British?’

‘His eyes are beautiful. I’ve never seen a shade of green like that before.’

‘Did he just look at me?’

Edward froze momentarily. British? Green eyes? Was it…? Hope seared through him before he could stop it. He broke into a light jog, following the thoughts and praying. People were looking at him oddly as if they’d never seen him run in the halls before—and he never had. He was always too calm and collected for that, but now that changed. Calm and collected could go screw itself if the ‘gorgeous Brit with the pretty green eyes’ was who he thought it was.

One whispered statement had joy explode inside of him. “He looks like the guy in Edward Cullen’s painting,” Isabella whispered to Angela. “I think that’s his boyfriend.”

Making it to his locker, where the whispers and thoughts were the loudest, Edward stopped and, though he didn’t need it, his breath caught in his throat.

Leaning against his locker was his mate—his absolutely gorgeous, breathtaking mate. Harry looked somewhat anxious and nibbled on his lower lip. His jeans hugged his hips and his grey shirt was somewhat loose on his frame. In his hand was a single, red rose. He looked somewhat uncomfortable with so many people staring at him, and Edward was reminded that although Harry was rather popular when he was alive, he never enjoyed the attention nor did he ever get used to it.

Edward stared, transfixed at the sight of his lost mate before him, alive (sort of) and well. He couldn’t detect a heartbeat, and Harry was paler than he’d been before, but his eyes were still the same beautiful shade of emerald green. It was confusing, but it didn’t matter. Harry was there. Harry was there in front of him. His dead heart fluttered wildly in his chest. His Harry was THERE!

And then their eyes met.

The moment Harry saw him, he smiled widely and his eyes lit up. “Edward,” Harry breathed, his expression becoming much more animated and filled with joy. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” Edward replied after a moment of awkward silence. He walked towards Harry, still not fully processing that his Harry was actually standing a few feet away from him.

“I, uh, got this for you,” Harry said shyly, holding out the rose.

Edward could hear the collective ‘Awwww!’ from the minds of many females, Alice and Rosalie included, but ignored them. He accepted the rose with a smile. “So, you’re my new locker buddy?” he asked with a smile.

Harry grinned and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Mhm,” he murmured happily. He nibbled on his lip slightly before his eyes narrowed and he flicked Edward on the head.

Edward blinked in shock. “What was that for?”

Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. “That, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, was for being so damn hard to track down!” he exclaimed, his tone somewhat annoyed, but mostly relieved and happy. “I was only gone for a week, and what do I come back to? You gone! I just spent the last two years travelling across this bloody country looking for you!”

Edward couldn’t help but smile. “You did?” he asked softly.

Harry coughed, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, well,” he stammered, “you’re mine as much as I’m yours.”

Edward’s smile widened. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the necklace with Harry’s bonding ring on it. He yanked off the chain, uncaring as some of the tiny links fell to the floor, and grabbed Harry’s hand. He slipped the ring on his left ring finger, smiling when his own bonding ring warmed in response.

Ignoring everyone else and their reactions, he pulled Harry in close and kissed him. It was a short kiss, chaste and sweet. Edward poured everything he was feeling into that kiss; longing, desire, relief, joy, gratefulness, love. Harry reciprocated with just as much emotion, wrapping his arms around Edward and pulling him a little closer.

They were interrupted when Emmett sniffled loudly. “This is all just so romantic,” he said, wrapping his arms around his own mate.

Rosalie smiled, dazzling some of the humans around her. “Let’s go home,” she said softly, ignoring her mate’s antics.

Edward wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist possessively. “Tell me everything?” he murmured into his mate’s hair.

Harry nodded. “Of course,” he whispered back. He looked at Edward with love and adoration.

Edward smiled as he led Harry to his car, holding the door open for him before hopping into the driver’s side. He drove with his left hand, using his right to clasp Harry’s hand and stroke it with his thumb. The car ride was silent, but they didn’t need words to explain how they were feeling. Their emotions were clear, and Edward didn’t think he could put into words how happy and ecstatic he was to have Harry right there by his side again. It was surreal and, if he were honest with himself, he was slightly afraid that if he closed his eyes, Harry would be gone and he would be stuck in a world of loneliness again.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said quietly, turning his head to stare at Edward. “I’m so sorry I left.”

“You didn’t have any control over it,” Edward reasoned softly. He pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. He turned to face Harry and cupped his face gently. “I’m just really glad you’re back. I had thought I’d lost you, and I was lost. I know you tried to prevent Alice from letting me see, but I had to know. When I saw you explode,” Harry flinched, “my world came crashing down. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone.”

Harry bowed his head. “I didn’t know I was going to be reborn like that,” he admitted. “I had my suspicions before I met you and knew I was your mate. But when Vanora told me I was turning into a vampire, I was happy because in the short time we spent together, I grew to care for you and can now honestly tell you that I love you very much.”

Edward smiled. “I love you, too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone,” he said softly, leaning towards Harry. “I wish I had the chance to tell you two years ago.”

Harry laughed breathlessly, his gaze transfixed on Edward’s mouth. “I suppose we’ll have to make up for lost times, hm?” he suggested, his eyes half-lidded. They closed of their own accord when Edward’s lips met his again. This time, his tongue reached out to greet Harry, who opened his mouth to grant entrance. Harry moaned softly and leaned closer to Edward, their tongues tangling in a dance they hadn’t been able to perform.

It was true, what they said. Absence did, indeed, make the heart grow fonder. Their kiss was becoming more heated and passionate, and neither of them wanted to stop. They didn’t want to separate again, and not needing air to breathe certainly helped them achieve that goal. Edward’s hands snaked their way to the back of Harry’s head and he held his mate in place, loving the feel of Harry’s soft hair.

Edward hesitantly pulled away, gazing at Harry’s thoroughly debauched expression with a satisfied smirk. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, raw vulnerability in his voice. “I’m scared you’ll disappear again.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Harry assured softly, kissing Edward on his forehead. “Come on. Let’s go inside; I’ll explain what happened.”

Harry got out of the car and opened Edward’s door, leading Edward by the hand into the house. He paused suddenly and hugged Edward fiercely, burying his head in Edward’s shoulder. He sighed contentedly and smiled.

“Harry?”

Harry and Edward broke apart, and Harry smiled at Esme. “Hi,” he called shyly, unsure of how the motherly vampire would react.

“Oh, I’m so happy you’ve returned!” Esme cried, running over to the former Boy Who Lived and hugged him fiercely. “You and Edward must be so happy!”

Harry relaxed and laughed. “I’m really happy to be back with him,” he confessed perkily. “And if we get inside, I’ll be more than happy to explain what happened.”

Esme nodded her head rapidly. “Yes, of course.” She paused and hugged Edward. “I’m so happy for you, Edward,” she whispered.

Edward grinned. His emotions were contagious, causing the rest of his family to smile and Jasper to giggle uncontrollably. Harry was promptly given a tour of ever room in the house except Edward’s—no, his and Edward’s.

Once the family was gathered in the living room, they briefed Harry on all that had happened as they waited for Carlisle to arrive. When he did come home, Harry found himself engulfed in another hug.

“So…why’d you go ‘splodey?” Emmett asked bluntly, earning a smack on the arm from Rosalie.

Harry smiled nervously at the group of vampires he’d begun to associate with the word family. “Well, you see, apparently there were two ways I could’ve become a vampire. The first would have been to…completely bond with Edward. The bond would’ve caused a chemical reaction that would’ve helped transform me into a vampire. Because we didn’t, my star body needed to perish.”

“Oh,” Carlisle said in understanding, nodded his head. “What happened after you…well…”

Harry’s smile turned a little sad. “It took a week for my vampire body to be made,” he told them.

“What do you mean by that?” Alice asked, her nose scrunching in confusion.

“I mean that when my body perished, I was only a spirit, really,” he explained. “I ended up back in the skies and stood before the council.” Harry stood up and began to pace.

“Why’d you need to go before the council?” Jasper asked.

Harry chuckled somewhat sadly and bitterly. “They explained to me why my life was the way it was,” he said, frowning slightly. His voice hardened in anger. “I found out that I didn’t…I didn’t need to jump in front of Hermione. She and my godson were never in any danger from dying. That cutting curse would’ve nicked her in the arm and the Aurors would’ve arrived moments later. She watched me die and it was for nothing!”

Esme gasped. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“If I hadn’t jumped in front of Hermione, nobody would’ve died,” Harry continued, shaking his head.

“You couldn’t have known that,” Rosalie reasoned, shaking her head as well. “You saw your heavily pregnant and vulnerable friend about to die and you reacted—quite honorably, if I do say so myself.”

Harry cracked a smile. “Now that I think about it, I can’t say that I completely regret it,” he admitted. “I mean, I regret traumatizing her and causing my family so much pain…” He turned towards Edward and his smile widened. “But if I hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have met you. Well, technically speaking, I would have, but I would be bonded to someone else, and you would’ve been involved with a human girl. The results wouldn’t have been pretty.”

Edward’s eyes widened. “A human?” he asked in disbelief. “Why would I get involved with a human or even a girl for that matter?”

“It doesn’t matter. It hasn’t happened, nor will it,” Harry said, waving his hand dismissively. “So, anyways, the council explained it all to me. My becoming a star and answering Edward’s call was all predestined; a match made in heaven, they said. We were meant to be together, and because I chose to die for someone else that I loved, they had decided that I deserved you.” Harry smiled lovingly at his mate.

Edward would be blushing if he could. “I think it’s the other way around,” he denied.

“But, of course, you have to work hard for just about everything in life,” Harry said with a laugh. “When I came back down to Earth, you were all gone. I was so lost. I…I didn’t know what to do or how to find you. I remembered the talks I had with Edward, and he mentioned places you’d lived in before. I decided to try looking there, and I’ve been searching for you for two years. The only reprieve I had was that the council gave me back my magic, and it sort of…mellowed out my vampirism, I guess you could say. It was still really hard, and I was about ready to break down when I ran into some old friends of yours. The Denali clan?”

Alice gasped. “You’re the visitor!” she realized.

Harry smiled and nodded his head. “I asked them not to tell you about me; I wanted it to be a surprise. Of course, it was a bit of a pain to travel from Alaska to Washington, but it was a small issue compared to wandering around this foreign country for two years.”

“The humans were starting to get suspicious,” Edward explained softly. “We had no choice but to leave.”

Harry nodded. “I can understand that,” he said. He grabbed Edward’s hand in his and softly stroked it with his other hand. “I’m really happy I found you.”

Edward smiled and stood up. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying,” he said gently.

There was a look in his eyes that made Harry shiver slightly. “Yeah, okay,” he replied breathily, smiling shyly.

“I’m going to go feed,” Emmett said loudly, “and give you two lovebirds some privacy.”

The family laughed as Edward shot the brawny vampire a dirty look before leading his mate upstairs, silently thankful that his family decided to evacuate the house. When he opened his door and allowed Harry inside, Harry gasped in awe. He sniffled slightly at the beautiful portraits and the urn. Edward wrapped his arms around his mate and held him.

“It was hard for me too, to be without you,” Edward murmured, “but you’re here now. I’m sorry you were alone for these years, but you have all of us now.”

Harry smiled and kissed him. “I love you,” he said softly.

Edward smiled and walked away, turning on his radio. Soft, sweet music played and he swept Harry into his arms, leading him into a slow dance. “I love you too,” he whispered, “more than life itself.”

Their bodies melded together and they enjoyed the closeness, swaying gently to the music. They shared another kiss, not really getting enough to satisfy the hunger that had grew the past two years apart. The kiss deepened and Harry let out a soft moan that shot a jolt of electricity through Edward.

The music continued to play as they managed to make their way to the bed, not once breaking apart. They collapsed on the bed, Edward on top of Harry. He pulled away to look at his mate, committing Harry’s image to memory. Their clothes were slowly discarded as they took the time to memorize ever inch of each other, just in case.

Edward slowly kissed his way down Harry’s body, loving the way Harry shivered ever so slightly. He tugged away Harry’s pants and undergarments before staring at his prize. Harry looked away in embarrassment, but Edward quickly snaked back up and made Harry look at him. “You’re beautiful,” he promised softly, “and I feel honored and privileged to be your mate.”

And then he kissed his way down again before taking Harry into his mouth, thankful that he’d studied the book Emmett had given him from cover to cover. He ran his hands all over Harry’s body, caressing whatever was in reach as he pleasured his mate with his mouth.

Harry gasped softly and arched his back, letting out soft, pleasured moans. “Edward,” he breathed as he fisted the sheets.

Edward smiled and pulled away, his smile turning more devilish when Harry let out a weak groan of protest. He stood up and made his way to the bedside table, opening the drawer and taking out the chocolate lube. Squirting some on his fingers, he bent over to kiss Harry again as he inserted a finger. Harry tensed slightly before relaxing and giving in. A second finger was added, followed by a third.

As Edward prepared Harry, he watched his mate’s face contort with pleasure. He loved how responsive Harry was and realized that though he was about to have sex with his mate, it wasn’t really about the sex. It was about comfort and love and assuring both Harry and himself that the other wouldn’t leave again. It was about consummating what they had, and he shivered in anticipation.

Edward lubed himself up before aligning his hips with Harry’s. “God, I love you so much,” he whispered as he slowly entered Harry’s entrance. “So much.”

Harry panted and moaned softly before wrapping his legs around Edward’s waist. He’d never felt so full before, so complete, so loved. It was everything he’d ever imagined and more. Edward took his time and moved slowly, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes that screamed of his desire.

Edward brushed against that spot deep inside him and he cried out, happily thrusting his hips against Edward’s. The soft music set the rhythm, and neither minded the slow pace. Harry couldn’t keep his hands off his mate and moaned every time his prostate came into contact with Edward. “Mine,” he whispered into Edward’s neck.

“Yours,” Edward agreed softly, staring into Harry’s eyes. “All yours, for however long you want me.”

“Always and forever,” Harry promised, his lips stretching into a smile as he came, Edward soon tumbling into euphoria with him.

Their bonding rings warmed considerably and both were overwhelmed with the loving adoration the other felt. Harry leaned up and kissed Edward gently. Not one word was spoken afterwards; they didn’t need words. Words weren’t enough to describe what they were feeling, and how deeply they were affected by the other’s presence. The bonding rings were translating their emotions just fine, and they were happy to lay in each other’s arms and ignore the sticky mess they’d made.

They were together again, and that was all that mattered.
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