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Shadow of the Dark Moon	By : lunablue Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Shadow of the Dark Moon
- 2-The Summoning
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Title: Shadow of the Black Moon

Author: lunablue

Warning: Post Order of the Pheonix

Overall Rating: NC17

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Summary: As desperation and loneliness give way to a deep
sense of belonging, Harry fights his biggest enemy yet,

himself. Can a child of the light discover contentment in
the pits of darkness? And when all is lost, can you follow your

heart or will it betray you as well?

Author's Notes:
Well, after many agonizing weeks of bipolar behavior the little Harry in
my head has finally settled

on a mood for this story. The battle between us two was
grand and glorious, the stuff of legends. I won. ^_^ Hopefully

now that my notebook is full and the battle field in my mind
has started to heal over the chapters will be able to flow

more quickly. Of course, considering the fact that I attend
two different schools and am currently failing one of them

in my senior year��please allow my the leniency of a
student who wishes to earn her High School Diploma.

Which, by the way, neither of my parents have. Three months
to go, can I do it? Wish me luck. *crosses fingers*

//indicates parseltongue spoken aloud//

�indicates thought�

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Chapter Two: The
Summoning

The party was in full swing, dark and sensual.

Masks thrown off and robes loosened or discarded, the tables
overflowed with the

food and ale.

The floor was like an orgy with clothes, bodies withering
against each other in beat to

the music that filled the chamber. Dark magic slithered
along the room, invisible but there.

Coiling around glistening bodies as arousal perfumed the
air, a few nameless muggles

could be found against the walls, drugged and obedient,
ready and willing. The music

was so loud you could feel it reverberating in the floor,
sending pulses of energy strait

up your body .

Oal>One of Harry's arms was draped around the neck of the person
behind him as the

other dangled at his side. Head titled to the left exposing
his pale neck to Draco's cherry

lips, their hips aligned as ass ground against hard cock. Random thoughts floating through

his mind, Harry felt giddy and high, relaxed and spinning
out of control all at once. It

was a heady feeling and he couldn't remember having ever
been more satisfied, more

blissful in his entire life.

'The muggles got one thing right, dancing is a vertical
expression of a horizontal want.'

Then Draco's hips changed their movement, grew quicker and
harder, beating all thought

out of his head and leaving only the rush of blood through
his body, only feelings and sensations.

~ ~ ~

Harry woke up the next day feeling amazingly refreshed and
relaxed, almost content.

A warm and very naked body was draped across his back and
sinfully soft sheets were

tangled in his legs. Eyes opened lethargically slow,
blinking lazily as they took in the

surroundings.

Walls made of dark gray stone, packed together tightly as if
protecting it�s contents

from the outside world. Like the chamber they�d meet the
Dark Lord in, this room

also lacked windows. The bed was huge and made of dark
cherry wood, four poster

and covered in creamy white sheets. The ceiling was slightloundounded, as if to support

a great pressure from above. On one side of the room sat a
grand armoire and on the

other a desk similar to the one in Professor Snape�s office.
The floor was made of stone

but was mostly covered by a vaguely Asian looking rug while
hundreds upon hundreds of

candles were spread about the room, covering every surface
available.

�Beeswax.� noted Harry after delicately sniffing the air.
Yawning he twisted onto his

other side so that the hand on his abdomen ended up laying
against his ass. Draco slept

silently, slowly exhaling and inhaling through ruby parted
lips as candlelight flickered across his

skin, enhancing his inhuman beauty to the point of pain. His
skin was as translucent and pale

as the moon, sooty eyelashes resting softly on high
cheekbones, hiding gray eyes that burned

you with their intensity.

Draco was one of the few things left that could drag any
form of strong emotion from Harry

anymore, one of the few things left that could break the ice
shield he�d self imposed over

his heart. Draco was the only person left who could bring
him to life, strip his soul naked and

make him feel beautiful for his flaws and his strengths.
Cause his eyes to burn with passion

and emotion to flicker across his face, undiluted and pure,
unchecked and unguarded.

But those times together were for private, when no one else
was around and their guard could

drop, never completely of course, never to the point of
naively dangerous, but dropped down

nonetheless.

Closing his eyes Harry leaned forward and softly brushed a
kiss against the lips of the God

of his heart before snuggling deeper into the warm embrace,
welcoming the oblivion of sleep

into his mind.

~ ~ ~ ~

Perhaps not so much of an oblivion as he�d wished for.

Dream Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts like a lost
shade, unseen and unheard.

The sound of his footsteps enchoing only to his ears, not
even Mrs. Norris registered his

presence. Then he was standing in front of a gargoyle
statue, drifting through it like a ghost,

shivering as the cold stone brushed against every atom of
his being. The spiraling staircase

seemed to lead upwards forever, as if the Headmaster�s
office was the office of the Christian

God and existed in the Heavens themselves.

The plain wooden door was already open and inside sat the
King of the white set, his Knights

and Bishops in council, the two Castles standing at his side
like good little Aurors. Panic was

evident, the game was practically lost, their Queen had
defected. Whatever would they do?

Then he was gone from the little room of god, silent feet
not quite brushing the Gryffindor

Common�s floor as he stared at the scene before him. Ron�s
red hair glowing copper in the light

of the dying embers, his head buried in Hermione�s lap as he
sobbed out the pieces of his

broken heart, shoulders shuddering as he gasped for breath.
He lay on the couch in a messy

heap, rumbled hand me down robes smoldering his petite
frame. Glazed caramel eyes stared

listlessly at nothing as Hermione mindlessly stroked her
beloved in an futile attempt to comfort.

Her frizzy hair was pulled haphazardly into a bun and her
cheeks were tinged red. �They always

turn red when she�s worried, they stayed that strawberry
color all June during the OWLS�

Harry recalled in a distantly fond sort ay bay before the
memory of her role in his failed suicide

attempt washed it away in a glorious numb hazp>
p>

�Avada Kedavra�

He mouths the words slowly, reverently like a pray as his
fingers tingle from want of a wand.

But he�s not even really there and the little lion pawns sit
safely in their tower, oblivious.

~ ~ ~ ~

He�s awake instantly, like someone threw a switch in his
head.

The lust is a poison in his blood, slowly burning itself
into a demanding inferno, the source of

his pleasure is gently throbbing on the bend of his arm,
promising release i jus just gives in now.

Somehow Harry instinctively knows that the whole surrender
of his self would grant him such

pleasure as only hours spent under Draco�s mouth could
bring. Just give himself into the hands

of his master, drop responsibility for once and let another
make the choice, just give in and be,

just feel. And he does, with a quickness and ease that
surprises himself.

A quick wiggle later he is out from his beloved�s arms and
standing, startled to see a house elf

already present and to dress him in a plain black linen robe
and bamboo fflopflops. Dressing quickly

he tries to control his breathing, to ignore the pleasure
that is slowly building in his abdomen,

twisting and curling in on him like python.

Without a glance back he�s slipping out the door, moving
instinctively towards where he is required

to be, knowing in way that is not knowing where to go, feet
moving without conscious guidance

from his mind. Outside the room is a well lit hallway
similar to the deepest part of the Slytherin dungeons

back at Hogwarts. Silencing charms absorb the echo of his
steps as he walks the long corridors, past

doors similar to his own, past alcoves and flicker torches,
past everything and always downwards,

away from it all.

After a while the dust starts to grow thicker and the
torches fewer and fewer in between, the ceiling

starts to fall lower and the stone below his feet become
more rough, less worn from less travel.

The deeper he travels into the underground web, the closer
to his master he got, the stronger the

pleasure built until at last he took a final left and came
face to face with a plain door, obviously

well taken care of compared to the rest of rotten wood ones
he�d seen nearly falling off their hinges.

Standing there was torture at best as the heat burned so
badly he thought he�d spontaneously combust,

like a phoenix.

//Come in.//

A silibant hiss caressed his skin as the door creaked open
on it�s own accord.

&;

He walked as if in a dream, lost in the mist of the pleasure
that overwhelmed him. It felt like he was

floating across the floor, his head was light and everything
had taken on a blurr. The Harry saw him,

folded comfortably into a ornate plum chair, the walls a
background of ancient tombs. Clothed in

a simple robin blue lounging robe, red eyes piercingly sharp
and clear, a startling contrast to the rest

of the room.

He�d done it, he�d obeyed his master.

Kneeling on the rug covered floor, eyes closed and arms
behind his back, head bowed, Harry whispered �Master.�

Then the pleasure exploded in his mind in a silent, drawn
out orgasm of mental bliss as Lord Voldemort

threw back his head and laughed.

tbc . . .

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