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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
4,878
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tragic Deceptions
Tragiceptieptions
Hi there. MAJOR plot twist happening here. Enjoy the ride.
*The song I used is Sarah McLaughlin's \'I Love You\'
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Willow lay on top of her husband later that night, sated from the lovemaking they had just participated in, but unable to sleep due to the incredible fear that pervaded every trace of her being. Someone was going to die tomorrow.
"What's wrong love?" Harry's voice rumbled out of his chest softly.
Willow sat up slightly, settling into his arms again as she took in his concerned face. She sighed and closed her eyes as the tears she had been fighting all night suddenly won the battle and silently began to fall.
"Oh Willow," he murmured, flipping them over so that he was on his side, looking down at her. "It's going to be okay."
"But what if it's not?" She looked up at him in despair as the tears began to fall harder. "What if I can't fight him?" She placed a hand on his chest. "We just found each other".I'm not ready to give this up."
"Hey," he said harshly, drawing her into a hug. "We're not giving this up without a fight. And we're going to win." Silently, he reassured himself of this fact. He was frightened too, more so than he had ever been because now, he had more to lose. He kissed her softly, marvelling at the fact that this woman, no, this goddess, was his. And he knew, deep down in his heart, that this might be the last night he woeverever spend with her. The kiss got more heated in their desperation for the reassurance that both of them would live to see tomorrow.
*I have a smile
stretched from ear to ear,
to see you walking down the road*
Tears of his own began to well up in Harry's eyes. He loved her so much.
*We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
the world around us disappears*
Willow felt rather than saw when Harry began to cry with her. She had never seen him cry, even in his memories she had experienced as she took a tour of his head, not once had she seen him cry. To do so now"Willow knew how deep his feelings must be running. Silently, she kissed away the tears and he returned the favour as she opened her legs, urging him to enter her in what was appearing to become a cathartic experience.
*It\'s just you and me
on my island of hope
a breath between us could be miles*
Harry entered her slowly, wanting this moment to last forever as he and his wife cried, and they kissed away each others tears.
*Let me surround you
my sea to your shore
let me be the calm you seek*
Neither spoke as he thrust gently into her, Willow rocking her hips to draw him deeper, her own return thrusts getting stronger and more forceful as her orgasm slowly built.
*Oh and every time I\'m close to you
there\'s too much I can\'t say
and you just walk away*
Harry moved his mouth away from her cheeks, and onto her mouth, silently gasping as the pleasure built.
*And I forgot
to tell you
I love you*
Willow's legs moved from their position propped up and straddling the sides of Harry's body to wrap around his waist, drawing him still closer and deeper into her body.
*And the night\'s
too long
and cold here*
Both of them groaned at the contact, distracting the tears that still fell unbidden down their cheeks.
*Without you
I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the words to say I need you so*
It was a cliché, but Willow was starting to believe that this act, this purging of their fears, was turning into "no, was- a spiritual experience.
*Oh and every time I\'m close to you
there\'s too much I can\'t say
and you just walk away*
But she knew him well enough to know that he was hiding something from her, as she also knew better than to think it was something small. It didn't matter right now though. She was so close to orgasm, every thrust from her husband's body driving her closer and closer to the edge.
*And I forgot
to tell you
I love you*
Harry was dying in pleasure, drowning in love. He wanted it to last forever. He groaned as Willow internal muscles started to spasm as she reached the edge of reason.
*And the night\'s
too long
and cold here*
Willow groaned as the pleasure caved in on her common sense. It had never been this intense- or so final. She knew they were saying good-bye.
*Without you
I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the words to say I need you so*
Harry listened as Willow's orgasm took over and her passage clamped tightly down spasmodically on his cock, starting his own orgasm. He joined her in oblivion, crying out her name in pleasure.
He knew this might be the last time.
They lay together after, their bodies still joined, sated from their love-making, and emotionally drained from the finality of the act. Harry got up suddenly, his now-soft phallus slipping from her body as he went to get a drink of water. Something was going to happen. She could feel it.
Harry returned with two glasses. With a sigh, he handed one to her, the one that he had spiked with a strong Draught of the Living Dead, strong enough, he had been assured by Professor Snape, to knock his wife out for half a day, allowing him to slip out unnoticed.
Willow smiled softly at him, accepting the water and taking a deep gulp. Suddenly a shudder of fear and disappointment at her husband and his now apparent intentions ran through her as she felt an unnatural lethargy slip over her. Her body started to fall limp into the pillows behind her and she felt Harry save the glass she held from drenching her and the bed with the last of its contents.
"Harry," she murmured in a woozy voice, her vision starting to fade and the sound of her voice going quieter in her head as the potion she now knew he had spiked her drink with took over her body. "What have you done?"
Hi there. MAJOR plot twist happening here. Enjoy the ride.
*The song I used is Sarah McLaughlin's \'I Love You\'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Willow lay on top of her husband later that night, sated from the lovemaking they had just participated in, but unable to sleep due to the incredible fear that pervaded every trace of her being. Someone was going to die tomorrow.
"What's wrong love?" Harry's voice rumbled out of his chest softly.
Willow sat up slightly, settling into his arms again as she took in his concerned face. She sighed and closed her eyes as the tears she had been fighting all night suddenly won the battle and silently began to fall.
"Oh Willow," he murmured, flipping them over so that he was on his side, looking down at her. "It's going to be okay."
"But what if it's not?" She looked up at him in despair as the tears began to fall harder. "What if I can't fight him?" She placed a hand on his chest. "We just found each other".I'm not ready to give this up."
"Hey," he said harshly, drawing her into a hug. "We're not giving this up without a fight. And we're going to win." Silently, he reassured himself of this fact. He was frightened too, more so than he had ever been because now, he had more to lose. He kissed her softly, marvelling at the fact that this woman, no, this goddess, was his. And he knew, deep down in his heart, that this might be the last night he woeverever spend with her. The kiss got more heated in their desperation for the reassurance that both of them would live to see tomorrow.
*I have a smile
stretched from ear to ear,
to see you walking down the road*
Tears of his own began to well up in Harry's eyes. He loved her so much.
*We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
the world around us disappears*
Willow felt rather than saw when Harry began to cry with her. She had never seen him cry, even in his memories she had experienced as she took a tour of his head, not once had she seen him cry. To do so now"Willow knew how deep his feelings must be running. Silently, she kissed away the tears and he returned the favour as she opened her legs, urging him to enter her in what was appearing to become a cathartic experience.
*It\'s just you and me
on my island of hope
a breath between us could be miles*
Harry entered her slowly, wanting this moment to last forever as he and his wife cried, and they kissed away each others tears.
*Let me surround you
my sea to your shore
let me be the calm you seek*
Neither spoke as he thrust gently into her, Willow rocking her hips to draw him deeper, her own return thrusts getting stronger and more forceful as her orgasm slowly built.
*Oh and every time I\'m close to you
there\'s too much I can\'t say
and you just walk away*
Harry moved his mouth away from her cheeks, and onto her mouth, silently gasping as the pleasure built.
*And I forgot
to tell you
I love you*
Willow's legs moved from their position propped up and straddling the sides of Harry's body to wrap around his waist, drawing him still closer and deeper into her body.
*And the night\'s
too long
and cold here*
Both of them groaned at the contact, distracting the tears that still fell unbidden down their cheeks.
*Without you
I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the words to say I need you so*
It was a cliché, but Willow was starting to believe that this act, this purging of their fears, was turning into "no, was- a spiritual experience.
*Oh and every time I\'m close to you
there\'s too much I can\'t say
and you just walk away*
But she knew him well enough to know that he was hiding something from her, as she also knew better than to think it was something small. It didn't matter right now though. She was so close to orgasm, every thrust from her husband's body driving her closer and closer to the edge.
*And I forgot
to tell you
I love you*
Harry was dying in pleasure, drowning in love. He wanted it to last forever. He groaned as Willow internal muscles started to spasm as she reached the edge of reason.
*And the night\'s
too long
and cold here*
Willow groaned as the pleasure caved in on her common sense. It had never been this intense- or so final. She knew they were saying good-bye.
*Without you
I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the words to say I need you so*
Harry listened as Willow's orgasm took over and her passage clamped tightly down spasmodically on his cock, starting his own orgasm. He joined her in oblivion, crying out her name in pleasure.
He knew this might be the last time.
They lay together after, their bodies still joined, sated from their love-making, and emotionally drained from the finality of the act. Harry got up suddenly, his now-soft phallus slipping from her body as he went to get a drink of water. Something was going to happen. She could feel it.
Harry returned with two glasses. With a sigh, he handed one to her, the one that he had spiked with a strong Draught of the Living Dead, strong enough, he had been assured by Professor Snape, to knock his wife out for half a day, allowing him to slip out unnoticed.
Willow smiled softly at him, accepting the water and taking a deep gulp. Suddenly a shudder of fear and disappointment at her husband and his now apparent intentions ran through her as she felt an unnatural lethargy slip over her. Her body started to fall limp into the pillows behind her and she felt Harry save the glass she held from drenching her and the bed with the last of its contents.
"Harry," she murmured in a woozy voice, her vision starting to fade and the sound of her voice going quieter in her head as the potion she now knew he had spiked her drink with took over her body. "What have you done?"