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If Only To Feel...	By : Jadestonedreams Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: If Only To Feel...
Author: Jadestonedreams
Disclaimer: If the characters aren't in the J.K.rowlins book then they are mine...If they are then there hers.)
Warning: this is slash.Boy on boy. MPreg. Slight au

I want to thank those who have left me feedback for this story it has meant a lot to me!
note: Draco's wedding to voldemort hasn't taken place yet. He was just told of it over the christmas holidays. and yes even though technically right now Draco is a girl. I still have him acting in the same way he would as a boy. Just because he changes on the3 outside, doesn't mean he changes on the inside.

on to the show

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

The Butterfly Effect:

Chapter 2

Gripping the knife tighter in his hand Draco stared up at the dark haired boy above him. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the vain of Draco's existence. At least that's what he had tried to convince himself. Bitter denial had finally given way to bitter truth as the realization that not only did he not hate the green eyed Gryffindor; but was in fact head over heels in love, brought little comfort.

Even now, it only seemed to increase the numbness that gathered around him. Because Harry Potter of course would never love him it was simply impossible.

"Hello?"

Hearing the sound of the other boy's voice seemed to bring the young blonde out of his thoughts as he looked up at the boy across from him. Taking in the other boy's� appearance Draco couldn't help the appreciative feeling that passed over him. The years at Hogwarts had been very good to Harry. His hair had grown to just above shoulder length and framed his face beautifully. The hours of Quidditch had given him a well-ded bod body and a beautiful tan. All this brought out what Draco had come to love the most about Harry.

His eyes.

Closing his own eyes once more Draco shook his head.

�Of all the times for Potter to show up, why now?' thought Draco.

"I thought I locked the door?" groaned Draco getting up from off the floor and turning away from him, looking back out at the stars. Not wanting to look at the other boy.

"I knocked but I guess you didn't here me."

Glancing back over his shoulder at the other boy, Draco simply shrugged, before turning back to the stars. "Guess you're right. I really just wanted to be alone."

"Oh. Of course," replied Harry biting his lower lip. "I didn't mean to disturb you, it�s just...."

"What? What is it Potter?" asked Draco turning around and narrowing his eyes at him.

Tilting his head to the side, Harry opened his mouth to say something before shutting it again.

"Do I know you?" he asked after a moment. "I mean I see that you�re from Slytherin, but I don�t remember seeing you before."

"Of course you..."

His voice trailed off as he looked down at himself. The change, of course, how d hed he have forgotten? Harry didn't recognize him.

Sliding the knife back into the pocket of the robe, Draco shook his head.

"No, Potter, I can honestly say, you and I have never really known each other," stated Draco turning away. �And we probably never will� he thought sadly. "So tell me Potter, what brings you back here? How come you�re not back at home with that family of yours? Doing whatever it is you do with those muggles."

Opening his mouth to reply Harry simply shut it again before shrugging his shoulders.

"I only went back for a week or so to gather some things before I left again," answered Harry coming to stand next to him. "I�m spending the rest of the summer with some friends. And what do you mean we�ve never really know each other?"

�Probably the weasel� thought Draco looking over at Harry. Though he�d never really cared for the red haired boy he did seem to have one enduring quality. Draco knew that either he or the bushy haired Granger would walk through fire and glass for Harry and for that they held a tiny spec of respect in Draco�s mind. Other than that he still did not care for them.

"You still haven�t really answered my question," stated Harry quietly.

Raising an eyebrow, Draco looked over at him uneasily.

�Why the hell couldn�t he just leave me be,� thought Draco looking away from Harry�s intense gaze. Was there some cosmic force out there plotting against him? How else could you explain this torture of having to endure this now, now, just when everything had been so perfect? Everything was going to end tonight and all his troubles were going to be over. Now it seems as if the universe had decided to play some cruel joke on him by bringing the dark haired savior of the wizarding world to him.

The sudden urge to grab hold to the dark haired boy and pull him closer was becoming more intense as he stood there. Biting the inside of his lips Draco turned back around and stared up at the twinkling stars.

"I should leave," whispered Harry after a moment as he headed for the door.

"Don�t!" exclaimed Draco turning at the sound of the door opening. 'Now why the hell did I stop him' wondered Draco as the words left his mouth. This was the last thing he needed to deal with.

Turning around Harry nodded

"Since it's obvious you know who I am, I think it's only fair that I know your name as well," stated Harry smiling.

Taking a deep breath Draco smiled slightly.

"Lilliannea" he replied softly. "You can call be Lilly"

"I've never heard of that name before."

Shrugging Draco shifted from side to side.

"I was named after my grandmother. She was the only family I had left."

Nodding Harry looked around at the tower.

"I like coming up here. It�s a pla place to sit and think about things" stated Harry walking back towards Draco. "I guess you feel the same."

"Yes, among other things," muttered Draco quietly.

"So tell me then Potter, since you�ve obviously disturbed my peace. To what do I owe this intrusion?"

"I hardly think I�m intruding, you did ask me to stay." Harry replied.

Shrugging Draco walked over to the wall away from him and sat down on a nearby chair.

Looking up at the sky Harry seemed to be in deep thought before he answered.

"I�m staying here at the school for a few weeks before I spend the rest of the summer with my friend Ron and his family," stated Harry matter-of-factly.

Leaning back against the chair, Draco crossed his arms across his chest. Something in the tone of the other boy�s voice didn�t sit well with the Slytherin. Harry should have been happier to be with his friends, if the stories about his home life were true.

"Come now Potter, I would have thought you�d be thrilled and all to be spending the summer with your little weasel friends. Or perhaps you�ve just grown tired of those red and bushy haired friends of yours."

"They have names you know, Ron and Hermione, and how do you know them?" asked Harry turning to look at him.

Snorting slightly Draco shook his head.

"Come on now Potter, you would have to be deaf, dumb and blind in St. Mungo�s for the past ten years, not to know who the golden trio is. The only people you're ever seen with are those Weasley's and that Granger girl.

"Oh�"

Harry felt his cheeks burn slightly. He always hated when he and his friends were referred to like that. Ron thought it was hilarious when he'd first heard and had started posing in hero stances. Hermione had simply rolled her eyes and went back to reading her books. None of them had ever taken the title seriously.

Simply raising an eyebrow at the comment Draco nodded for him to continue.

"I�m going there as soon as they return from visiting Mrs. Weasley�s sister. I�m supposed to be celebrating my birthday in a few weeks. I�m going to be coming into my inheritance. I�m a veela."

"You�re a what!" exclaimed Draco letting his jaw drop.

"A veela," replied Harry shrugging. "Dumbledore told me right before everyone began leaving for home. According to him mtherther was half veela and my grandmother was full.

"Your mother was a Veela and your father was her mate?" asked Draco softly

"Yes." replied Harry smiling. "They only have one, a perfect match for them. Hermione says that it�s as if one soul is somehow torn in two pieces and the pieces are put back together. It�s supposed to be very romantic. That is if you find the one for you."

"Don�t worry Potter; I�m sure you�ll find the other half of your soul," whispered Draco quietly. "Of that I have no doubt."

"I guess I�ll know soon enough."

"Yeah, I guess you will," replied Draco getting up and looking out at the stars.

Closing his eyes Draco quickly wiped away the lone tear that managed to escape him. He supposed he should be happy for the other boy, knowing that somewhere out there was someone waiting for you; someone to love you no matter what. �You could have that one day too, someone to love you forever. Someone you could love.�

Shaking his head at the thought Draco frowned. No, the fates wouldn�t be that kind to him. There was no way that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, savior of the wizarding world would ever think of being with him. There was just no possible way for that to happen.

There was nothing left for him now. Not even the slight dream that the dark haired Gryffindor might have somehow felt something for him.

Looking up at the sky Draco glanced at the silver moon.

�Just once� he thought, �just for one night I�d like to feel something. Is that so much to ask?�

Wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, Draco shivered slightly at the cool breeze that came over them.

He jumped slightly at the feel of something warm being draped over his shoulders. Draco quickly turned around only to find himself face to face with the dark haired boy.

"You looked cold," Harry whispered as he pulled the cltightighter around the blonde and ran his hands up and down the length of Draco�s arms absentmindedly.

"Thank you." Draco said quietly as he shifting nervously. He felt his face grow warm at the dark haired Gryffindor�s intense gaze. The feel of Harry�s hands traveling up and down his arms was sending tiny sparks along his skin and to his fitipstips. Closing his eyes to let the feeling wash over him, Draco shifted closer to Harry.

It felt so good to be touched like this. It had been so long since he had been able to feel anyone near him. The warmth of the other boy�s breath as he leaned closer to Draco sent shivers down the blonde�s spine.

"Harry" was all Draco managed to moan out softly before his mouth was suddenly captured. Feeling the other boy�s tongue as it ran smoothly over Draco�s bottom lip gently as if asking for permission to enter. Draco felt himself falling under a tidal wave of emotion as the green-eyed boy explored the cavern of his mouth.

Draco had been kissed before; at least that�s what he had thought until now. Nothing he had felt before even came close to the intense shockwave that drifted through him. This wasn�t being kissed. This was being devoured.

Wrapping his arms around the other boys� waist and pulling him even closer. Draco let his fingers run through the dark strands of Harry�s hair and twisting them unconsciouslyhe rhe returned the kiss.

Feeling himself being lowered, the sudden feeling of the hard cool floor barely registered in Draco's mind

Finally breaking away Draco looked up, his breathing heavy as he gazed into dark eyes above him. Reaching up to trace the swollen outline of his lips, Draco smiled before pulling Harry down to him�

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