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Ad Astra Per Aspera	By : TallyHo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN
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this chapter will make up for the shortness of the prologue.

Draco hadn�t
planned on going to the ceremony. It
wasn�t so much a social event as it was an excuse for Gryffindors to get
roaring drunk and pass out on the Quidditch Field. His mother had owled
him though, asking where her seat in the Great Hall would be, and who she would
be sitting next to so that she�d have ample time to prepare appropriate small
talk. He�d given in without argument,
for without his father�s constant presence (seeing as he was rotting away in
Azkaban) his mother had become a rather fiercely protective and influential figure
in his life.

The
social aspect of it, in any case.

Since the downfall
of the Dark Lord (thanks ever so much
to Potter and that old fool Dumbledore) and the slandering of the Malfoy name,
his mother had taken it upon herself to redeem them both. So she and Draco had attended every ball,
charity, auction, small get-together, and book signing Europe
had to offer.

So when graduation
rolled around for the seventh years of Hogwarts, he�d been planning a nice,
quiet evening spent in his Headboy�s room, reading up
on amusingly sinister things, and getting a blowjob from Pansy (she was rather
good with her mouth, even if he could hardly stand to look at her).

He�d not been planning on sitting beside his
mother at the ceremony while glaring at an increasingly smashed Weasel and Mudblood coaxing bottle after bottle down their precious
Golden Boy�s throat.

But he was
enjoying the view of Potter swaying in his seat while trying desperately to pay
attention to what the one daughter of the Weasley clan was yammering about in
his ear.

He ignored the
slippery voice saying he enjoyed the view of Potter just about any time.

Scowling, he
looked down at his own drink. He�d been
sipping champaign and tasting wine since he was
fourteen, but for Dumbledore to so blithely overlook the fact that all drinks
had been spiked with ridiculous amounts of fire whisky�

He sighed in
disgust, but the end was slightly hitched when one Ginny Weasley leaned into
the Boy-Who-Lived�s shoulder and practically ran her
tongue across his neck while whispering something in his ear. Potter�s slight, drunken frown was as
endearing as it was amusing.

Draco scowled
again, mentally stabbing the former adjective with a very sharp knife. It was only amusing that Potter found the youngest Weasel�s attention so disagreeable. It was only
that.

He downed his
glass in one smooth movement, ignoring his mother�s reproaching glance. Potter was not endearing. Potter was the bane of his existence.

He grabbed another
glass of the amber liquid and swallowed it petulantly. He�d drink away his goddamn erection and absurd
lust for the black-haired boy before the night was through.

An hour and
several more empty glasses later, Draco was leaning his heavy head on one hand
while he studied a half-full glass blurrily.

Movement from the
Gryffindor table drew his attention away from the drink. Potter was being pulled out of his seat by a grinning
Ginny Weasley, being led out of the Hall.
Confused emerald eyes shot back to his two friends repeatedly, but the Mudblood and the Weasel were much too busy snogging each other blind to
notice that 1/3 of their perfect trio was being kidnapped.

Stumbling out of
his seat almost before he knew what he was doing, he ignored the calls of his
housemates and the worried chirps of his mother to follow the pair.

No red-haired, stupid little Weasel is
getting what I want before me.

The very muted flare of intelligence that still lived inside his
muddled brain insisted that it was common knowledge that Ginny Weasley and
Harry Potter had been an item for almost the entire year now.

It only made his
steps that much faster.

They were kissing
when he�d caught up with them. Or
rather, the youngest Weasel was drooling all over Potter while the green-eyed
wizard blinked and tried to steady himself against the wall.

�Interrupt
something, did I?� Draco said loudly, crossing his arms over his chest and
trying very hard not to leer at the small patch of pale skin exposed by Weasley�s
fumbling hands. Potter�s collar bone was
gracefully defined, and it made Draco�s mouth salivate.

�Yes, you did,�
the red-haired brat snapped, not letting Potter up. Green eyes simply blinked in bewilderment at
the situation. �So
bugger off, Malfoy.�

�Well, I can
assure you I don�t want to watch what you�ve got in mind any more than you want
me watching. I do need a word with
Potter, though,� he was inordinately pleased with his un-slurred and crisp
words. Apparently he held his liquor
very well.

�Bugger off, Malfoy,� Weasel said again, turning
back to sloppily kissing Potter. But in
the small amount of time that Draco had given the black-haired boy to think, he�d
managed to form some words.

�Ginny� Ginny,
wait� didn�t we�?
Didn�t you say-� but he was cut off.

�Harry, I know you
love me,� she seemed unaware of Draco�s glaring presence now. �I know it.
And I love you. I can live
without hearing the words from you, Harry.
But I can�t live without you.�

Draco�s disgusted
snort and rolled eyes went ignored.

�Ginny, what�re
you�� Potter was cut off by the Weasel�s wand being placed against his
lips. Even from his distance Draco could
see tears in the girl�s eyes, but he was watching the wand nervously.

�We�re destined to
be together,� she whispered tremulously.
�Ever since your second year, do you remember? You saved me.
I�ve loved you ever since. And we�ll
be together� forever.�

Draco was about to
demand what she was babbling on about, but her next words explained everything
and more.

�Saeculorum,� she
whispered, tapping Potter�s dark cherry lips.
Those green eyes melted into a glazed, half-lidded state and his pouty mouth was slightly slack, sparkling faintly from the candelabra
and the enchantment. Draco�s stunned
shout was disregarded by a slowly leaning forward Weasley, her own lips parted
and her eyes closed.

�Stupify!� Draco cried hoarsely, belatedly
realizing he�d pulled out his wand and had leapt forward as soon as the spell
had left her mouth. The girl hit the
ground hard, and Potter would have followed, if Draco hadn�t grabbed a hold of
his shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.

That finely boned
head leaned against the stones, all muscles slack and heavy. Draco had to pin his entire body against the
slim frame of Potter just to make sure he didn�t slip down.

�You should be
groveling on your knees now, Potter,� he smirked as he managed to find balance
between them. �I just saved you from a
most horrid future.�

Those sweetly
parted lips said nothing, but the invitation was so clear and so irresistible that
Draco found himself leaning in for the kiss without meaning to. He hesitated with his breath fanning the
Boy-Who-Lived�s languid
features.

�I shouldn�t� the
Forever and a Day� gods, Potter, why do you have to look so fuckin�
eatable?�

And those would be
his famous last words, he decided, before dipping in for his kiss. Gold flashes of light exploded behind his
eyelids as soon as he devoured that awaiting mouth and his lips felt as if they
were simultaneously stroking across satin and sand. There was a glitter-like feeling deep in his
gut as the enchantment took hold of them both and Potter came to. Gray met green and both boys were lost.

Draco was enamored
with those small sounds in the back of Potter�s throat, those little half-moans
and hitches of breath that went straight to his already throbbing erection. And beneath the taste of alcohol, there was a
distinct flare of pine and chocolate that he found just as intoxicating.

And when Potter�s
lithe body undulated against his, he gritted his teeth and thrust right back,
pushing that beautiful form hard against the wall and doing all he could to
keep his hips from pounding Potter�s own into dust.

But that mewling,
writhing, dark body would not leave him be.
Those arches and waves and little twitches of movement would be his
downfall as Draco pulled up for air and then latched his mouth on the raging
pulse in Potter�s delectable neck.

Biting down � hard
� drew a sharp cry from his quarry and increased his ache a thousand fold.

Dragging that body
away from the wall, he thanked whatever deities were listening for the fact
that his private rooms were just down the hall and not some unimaginable
distance away.

It still took them
a good half hour to make it there, for all the times Potter would make a new
sound or rub up against something he really shouldn�t, and Draco would have to
stop and release some seriously pent up frustration on that pale skin, that luscious
mouth.

But the door that
barred the way into his living quarters recognized his hand and opened immediately. Their journey was over.

A new one began. They tumbled in together and hit the carpeted
floor rolling. Draco heard the door
slide shut while he tossed articles of clothing every which way, nipping and
stroking whatever new expanse of flesh became available to him. Potter yelped and shuddered
his agreement, his bliss, as Draco claimed and worshiped all at once.

Draco was overly
fond of Potter in his wordless state, and gave him more, more, more to be
wordless about. When robes and uniforms
had been shed and they were simply two thrusting, moaning, arching, gasping
bodies of soft skin, Draco managed to gather up enough strength to lure them
both into his large, regal four-poster and close the drapes.

In an enclosed world
of silken green and silver, they continued.
Hands clasped, breath fused, and twin cries rose out of their gleaming
chests as Draco ruthlessly plundered and Potter willingly gave.

There was a moment
that gave the pale-haired boy pause, a moment in which he looked into the eyes
of his beloved prey, bodies aligned for something new. He drowned in a green that had no rival and
whispered his need for acquiescence. Potter looked back with watery,
half-aware eyes, and wrapped one arm up around Draco�s neck.

�Please, Draco.�

It was all that
was needed. Surrendering with a muffled howl,
Draco buried his desire deep, and Potter became�

Harry. Harry, who panted and twisted at the invasion
while desperately calling out for more. Harry, who bit his lip and clenched his
beautiful eyes closed while Draco could do nothing but continue. Harry, who finally lifted
his trim hips up and caused Draco to thrust in deeper.

Identical wails
filled their private world while two boys quivered violently in the powerful wave
of ecstasy. They collapsed, still trembling,
and held onto each other until neither of them could hold on any more. A blissful place of contentment became the
beginnings of very sweet dreams.

AN
: Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam
omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane
mittam.

I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will
fling an enormous rock at your head.

Anyone know Latin? Change �money� with �reviews� ^.^ Extra points if
you tell me what you think poor Ginny�s spell was supposed to do�
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