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Endurance	By : WinterRaven Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29171 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty-One
- 32-Thirty-Two
- 33-Thirty-Three
- 34-Thirty-Four
- 35-Thirty-Five
- 36-Thirty-Six
- 37-Thirty-Seven
- 38-Thirty-Eight
- 21
- 22
- 23
Author’s Note: Thanks for the reviews everyone! I was so pleased to see I broke 10,000 hits that I decided to update early. For the first time, I’m making a music suggestion for while you read. I wrote this chapter while listening to this song and I think it’s particularly appropriate: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPYdDlJoB1k. And I'm curious, do you all think the song and the chapter work together? Let me know! More soon.

Twenty-Two

Harry’s breath caught in his throat, so painful and sharp that he coughed. He felt as though his heart had dropped from his chest into the pit of his stomach. Harry stared at Draco with wide, frightened eyes, sitting up in his bed so quickly that the blood ran from his brain, poured too fast into the rest of his body, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded and confused.

The blonde was also upright now, leaning on his elbows. He was staring at Harry with worry and concern fluttering through his beautiful, light eyes. He opened his mouth to say something and reached out to calm his lover, but Harry jerked away from the touch.

He didn’t know what made him do it—perhaps it was the fear at the question, the realization that he had been caught or his own anger at forgetting his scars were even there—but he tried to jump out of the bed. Draco exclaimed in surprise and grabbed Harry before he could turn over and sprint away, yanking his arm so roughly Harry thought it would rip out of his socket. Harry yelped at the stinging pain and flailed underneath Draco’s hands.

“Harry!” Draco yelled, trying to calm the boy now beneath him.

They struggled against each other, Draco unwilling to lay another finger on Harry as he tried in vain to get away; he was fighting underneath Draco, kicking half-heartedly as he cried again, ashamed and disgusted with himself and his lack of control.

“Harry please,” Draco whispered, pinning his naked body over his lover’s, trying to smother their heartbeats together. “Please, take it easy.”

“I—I can’t,” Harry gasped as he stilled himself, his head sinking into the pillow beneath him. Draco was staring down at him, his eyes flashing. Were those tears? “You don’t understand—”

“No, I don’t,” Draco said evenly, “You’re right. But I want to understand. Please don’t run away.”

Harry turned his head to the side as he tried to control himself. He was staring at the wall opposite to him; it was much easier to examine the blank stretch of white than to have to face Draco’s imploring, shining gaze, that look of love and concern and desperation that overwhelmed Harry down to his bones.

“I want you to trust me,” Draco continued, his voice now so soft, Harry could barely hear him. “Please. Trust me.”

Harry broke at the sound of Draco begging, the cracks in his lover’s voice, the sadness pouring through. He began weeping violently and Draco removed himself from Harry at once, moving quickly so he scooped Harry’s body into his arms, placed his heavy head over his lap. Harry groped out for him blindly, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist and he almost forgot where he was, he was so caught up in the flashes of uncontrolled images flowing through his brain— Silver scissors to his skinny wrist, a razor to his arm tugging back skin, a rush of blood, red dripping onto white, clean tiles…

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, shutting his eyes tighter. He was praying these images would leave him, stop haunting him.

Above him, Draco was looking down at his tortured face, holding Harry close to his body. His heart was hammering in his chest, threatening to leave it entirely—he had not expected this kind of reaction from Harry and he suddenly felt so foolish for asking Harry such a personal, deep question so soon. But Harry gasped and gulped beneath him and tried to even out his breathing, forced himself to remember kisses with Draco, the tender way Draco held him right now, the love the blonde put into every move and touch and caress. Harry opened his eyes slowly to find the blue-grey pair so close to his. The orbs seemed to encourage the answer from his lips.

“I was assaulted,” Harry whimpered; he knew he would have to tell the truth now, the full truth, everything he hadn’t yet told Ron or Hermione. He braced himself. “This summer, I was raped.”

Draco’s grip on Harry’s body slackened in shock. His already pale fale turned alarmingly white and his lips trembled.

“So I cut myself to deal with it,” Harry continued, his voice monotone. He didn’t break eye contact with Draco’s surprised orbs. “I thought… I don’t know what I thought. It helped me—the pain. I felt…” Harry took a deep breath. “I felt distracted, calm, when I did it. I was so lonely—”

“Why…why didn’t you say something?” Draco gasped.

“What?”

“Right now! When we were…when we were about to have sex—?”

Harry pulled himself from Draco’s body and sat up on his knees, staring at Draco directly in the eye. He felt stricken at the sight of silent tears falling down Draco’s porcelain cheeks. The blonde was wringing his hands together in horror.

“That was different,” Harry said, slowly, overcome with the need to make Draco understand the situation. “That was—”

“But what if I hurt you? I could have hurt you!”

“You didn’t—”

“Harry.” Draco buried his face in his hands. His voice was cracking. “I’m so sorry.”

Harry remained on his knees, his arms limply by his side, unsure of what to do or say.

“I-I don’t do it anymore,” Harry whispered. He forced himself to move toward Draco, inches away from the blonde’s trembling frame. “Snape helped me—”

“Elisha?” Draco asked suddenly, peering up through his hands. “Does she know?”

Harry nodded, solemn.

“And Snape.”

“Yes,” Harry whispered.

Harry moved his shaking fingers to Draco’s shoulders; Draco was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“What just happened between us—the sex we just had—that was one of the most incredible experiences of my life,” Harry said quietly. “I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t afraid. It felt…it felt right. It felt amazing. I felt safe.”

Draco hiccupped slightly as Harry continued speaking.

“The person who hurt me—it was my uncle—he’s no longer a threat to me. I’ve…I’ve tried to move on, this whole summer. Snape, Elisha, they’ve helped me more than I can describe… and I’ve been trying to take control of those urges…the urges to cut.”

Draco’s eyes roamed over to Harry’s scars, fixating on the ones on the boy’s wrists. Draco sighed and removed his hands from his shoulders, taking one of Harry’s wrists in his fingers. He trailed soft kisses over the reddish marks and Harry gasped quietly, watching in awe as Draco tried to kiss that pain away, those memories, that anguish.

He repeated the kisses on Harry’s other wrist until the blonde moved up to his lips. He and Harry stared at each other for a few minutes before he pressed their mouths together. Harry closed his eyes at this feeling, the warmth, the comfort, the familiarity. But Draco pulled away.

“I love you, goddamnit,” the blonde growled.

Harry looked into his eyes; they were fierce, blazing.

“I love you,” he repeated, his blue eyes shining. “I will never let anyone hurt you again.”

“And I will protect you too,” Harry whispered. “You know that?”

Draco nodded, his hands now cupping Harry’s face.

“From now on,” Draco murmured, “no secrets and no lies between us.”

“Of course,” Harry agreed, pressing his forehead against Draco’s. He felt Draco’s hands running through his sweaty hair.

“Lay down with me,” Draco whispered, “Let me hold you.”

And Harry did, his head comfortably resting on Draco’s chest. There was the steady thump of Draco’s heartbeat beneath his ear, the sound of Draco’s blood rushing through his veins, nourishing his body. Draco cradled Harry close to him, murmuring comfort and adoration to his lover, and before Harry knew it, he was asleep.

*

He had a strange dream about a waterfall cascading over him, the coldness cleaning his nude body. Harry didn’t know where he was or why he was there, but he let the water wash him and when he awoke, slowly and steadily, it was in coziness.

Draco had not slept at all, but remained awake for the few hours that Harry slumbered calmly, running his hands through Harry’s hair, over his skin, up and down his arms. He spent that time lost in thought over what Harry had told him, over analyzing his lover’s pain, over quelling his urge to leave his sleeping lover and find his uncle, rip him apart limb by limb…

But Harry stirred beneath him, moaning something incoherent. Draco shifted himself so he was side by side with Harry, holding his face in his hands. Harry awoke to find Draco’s eyes boring into his and he smiled.

“You okay?” Draco whispered.

Harry nodded and leaned in to plant a kiss on Draco’s lips. Their eyes fluttered closed as their tongues lazily ran over each other’s. They were still naked and their nude figures found their way to each other again, slick and sliding. Harry groaned softly as he felt Draco’s hands twitching over his hips and Harry snaked his own to Draco’s ass, pulling the blonde’s erection into his.

“Harry—” Draco murmured, breaking their kiss, his eyes glazed with concern.

“I want you again,” Harry whispered.

Draco closed his eyes; he seemed to be fighting a battle with himself.

“You won’t hurt me,” Harry implored. “Please, fill me.”

The blue eyes opened and Harry gasped as Draco’s hand suddenly gripped his erection, stroking it tenderly. Harry was moaning but the sound was almost inaudible, almost a growl, resonating from deep within his chest. He gave himself over to the feeling of Draco’s soft hand rubbing him lovingly, knowing his urge to have Draco inside of him again would soon be fulfilled.

And it was. He was complete again. He needed less preparing this time and Harry whimpered in anticipation as Draco coated him, whispered his love and pushed balls deep into him, stretching him completely with his throbbing, dripping member. The two boys didn’t move for some time, but focused on their kisses, reveling in each other’s taste, smell, unique moans and pleads and whimpers for more. Harry arched his back at the tingling sensation coursing through him, the rush of blood gushing in his cock, the exquisite pleasure that was Draco inside of him.

Draco moved, slowly, much slower than their first time.

His thrusts were controlled, calculated. He removed himself almost entirely until only the head remained inside Harry before pummeling back in. Harry cried out each time, gripping Draco’s ass, forcing him in more and more. Draco’s head was buried in Harry’s neck and he was sucking the sensitive skin as he drove himself into his desperate, needy lover, worshipping the tight channel with his cock.

And soon they were coming, finishing together, the sensation of Draco’s seed splattering his insides bringing Harry to his own powerful orgasm.

Their breathing returned to normal and Draco slipped from him and with remarkable strength, he sat Harry upright before placing a chaste kiss on his dripping forehead.

“Wait here a minute,” Draco whispered and he tore himself from the bed into Harry’s bathroom.

Harry registered the vague sound of the bath turning on, of water flowing from the pipes into tub before Draco was back out again, his nude body shining in the light of the rapidly sinking sun. He coaxed Harry out of bed, and Harry was surprised to find his legs shaking so violently he almost fell over. Draco gripped him upright and led him into the steamy bathroom.

They did not exchange a word as Draco led Harry into the bathtub; it was overflowing with warm, comforting water as Harry sat down in it. He gave a groan of satisfaction, feeling the heat encasing him. Draco turned the taps off and got in after him, placing himself so that Harry’s back was pressed against his pale chest.

And Harry was being washed; Draco lathered soap over Harry’s back, his shoulders, reached down to grab his tired arms, reached over his chest, down to his legs… Harry sighed and let his head fall back onto Draco’s shoulder, allowing the blonde to lavish him. Draco broke each lather with a kiss—a kiss on Harry’s neck, on the freckle over his right elbow, at the birthmark behind his ear. When Harry was entirely clean, he felt strong hands pull him from the tub again, wrap him in a fluffy towel.

They were soon back on the bed and Harry was fighting the urge to succumb to another bout of sleep. He could never remember being this well cared for, feeling this safe or comfortable. Draco was kissing his lips lazily.

“I have to go soon,” the blonde whispered. “Have to meet my parents for dinner, remember?”

Harry looked at him wearily and nodded.

“Dress with me?” Draco asked.

Harry assented, forcing himself from the bed; he and Draco put on a fresh set of clothes—all black, of course—before the blonde took Harry’s hand in his. They left Harry’s room quietly, walked through Snape’s quarters, which were now empty and silent and dark.

They parted in the corridor outside of Snape’s quarters, kissing deeply.

“I’ll come straight back to you, okay?” Draco murmured.

“Please do,” Harry said with a smile.

He watched as Draco left him, walked down the corridor alone, his posture perfectly straight. And Harry sighed, already feeling a twinge in his heart. He would miss Draco, even for the few hours they were apart.

Harry turned back into the quarters, the realization of what was happening hitting him fully. He was with Draco. They were together, they had had sex—and the sound of Draco whispering I love you repeated over and over in Harry’s mind and Harry knew he had to do one thing in Draco’s absense.

He turned on his heel, went to find his friends. He was going to tell them everything.

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