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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23420 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Warnings.. Draco is a little ooc for this chapter. Harry is just a normal horny teen ;)

The dipping of his mattress woke Harry, the room pitch black, his heart stopped beating in his chest. His mind jumbled, trying to remember where he’d put his wand. A cool hand touched his chest, sliding under his tee shirt, just resting against his skin. Harry gulped, the sound seemingly loud in the quiet of the room.

“Shhh Potter.” Draco's soft, sleepy voice whispered in his ear, hot breath tickling the shell, Harry shuddered at the sensation.

His skin, goose pimpled all over, he realized that his nipples had hardened, painfully aware that one of Draco’s fingers was resting just next to one. Neither of them moved, Harry wondered if Draco had fallen asleep, his breaths were slow and even. His thoughts torn between knowing that Draco had been through a hell of an ordeal ,probably not thinking very clearly because of it and the intoxicating feeling of his warm soft body pressing lightly against his. Then Draco moved closer, hands splaying out more across his chest, the tip of a finger brushing lightly over his nipple, the nub hardened more and Harry moaned. Silence filled the room, Harry held his breath, waiting for inevitable scream that would follow from Draco. No sound, Draco nestled closer, Harry now convinced that Draco was sleeping and had slept walked into his bed. Holding back a shout when a hot tongue dragged along his neck, followed by a quiet humming noise, Draco apparently expressing his appreciation for the taste of his skin.

“Malfoy? Malfoy? What are you doing?” Harry’s hushed tones still sounding so loud, part of him berating himself for drawing attention to the current predicament.

Why am I saying anything… he’s licking my neck!

Draco murmured into his neck, lips soft, the tip of his tongue tracing his skin as he formed the words.

“Just touch me, please.” the last word whispered with such a pleading tone that Harry couldn’t push him away. Gently reaching to cup Draco’s chin, tilting his head to look at him, stunned to find himself staring into sad, grey eyes shining in the moonlight that streamed through the gap in the curtains. Harry’s heart began beating a loud drumbeat in his chest, possessed with a all consuming urge, Harry leaned up to delicately brushed his lips against his and then pulled back to gauge his reaction. Draco was staring at him in wonder, eyes almost glittering while a single tear fell, sliding down his porcelain cheek. Harry ran his finger over the trail it had left. Draco pulled him up, chest to chest, knocking the air out of him, lips mashed together and Draco’s tongue forcing itself into his mouth. Harry held on tightly, crushing his body to him, his breath exploding into Draco’s mouth while his tongue slid alongside, letting Draco dominate the kiss. Both of them gasping when they came up for air, lips swollen and red.

“Pott..Harry.” Draco whimpered, Harry felt a moan building his throat at the breathy quality in the blonds’ tone.

Reaching up to trace his fingertip along Draco’s lips, a tongue peeped out to lap at the finger and unable to contain it any longer, Harry’s lust filled whimper echoing in his ears. His cock already hard, just from the kiss strained against the fabric of his pyjama bottoms. Curious to see the whether the blond was having a similar reaction, he shyly looked down to Draco’s groin. Shocked and further aroused by the sight of Draco’s cock outlined through his bottoms, looking long and thick, Harry swallowed the groan that he felt building deep in his chest.

“Malfoy…I..” Harry’s words abruptly halted by Draco crushing their chests together, this time he moved so he was straddling Harry. The change in position placed their cocks against each other, they both stopped moving, identical glazed expressions on their faces as they gazed into each other’s shell shocked eyes. Draco was the first to move, a subtle pushing of his cock harder against Harry’s and his hips shot up automatically thrusting into Draco. The only sounds in the room were their whimpers and panting breath as they rutted against each other.

Harry reached down, driven by desire and pulled his pyjama down just enough to free his aching length, the head dripping. Draco watched with a fire burning in his eyes, mouth opening in a silent gasp as Harry’s cock sprang out of his pyjama’s. Harry noted his fingers were shaking as he reached to do the same. Fingers fumbling with the material, his cock so rigid he couldn’t free it initially from its confines. Letting out a long heart felt sigh as the cool air caressed his heated length.

“Oh.” Draco gasped at the sensation.

With avid eyes, Harry took in the sight, memorizing every inch of his glorious shaft, long, thick and a pale pink colour except for the head which was dusky pink . Comparing himself, with slight disappointment, his own cock was of similar length but nowhere near as thick. Gulping, the image of that shaft breaching inside him and his pucker twitched at the idea. Balls suddenly felt tighter, he lifted his hips slightly to slide his cock along Draco’s. They both moaned at the feeling of skin against skin, Draco scrambled to lift Harry’s tee shirt up, the material bunching under his armpits and getting stuck, grunting with frustration before abandoning it. Draco slammed himself forward and crushed his own bare chest against him. Chest to chest and cock to cock, they brushed frantically against each other, both chasing their release.

“Mmm.” Harry dragged his lips along Draco’s smooth pale neck, the throbbing of the vein, beating against his lips and his moans filling Harry’s ears. He breathlessly brushed his lips against Harry’s, the gasps from both of them making it impossible to do anything but touch their lips to each other lightly. Determined to deepen the kiss, Harry thrust his tongue out, Draco automatically sucking it. Harry whimpered and thrust harder, his cock sliding through their combined pre-come and slipping under his balls, nudging Draco’s tight pucker. The sensation for both of them, triggering their orgasms. Sucking Harry’s tongue harder, they screamed into each others mouths. Harry’s breath stuck in his chest, his climax intense as he spilled over Draco’s balls.

“GUH!” Draco managed to grunt out, as he erupted lushly and the hot come splashing against his stomach caused Harry to buck up. The tip of Harry’s cock, still spurting slid a fraction of an inch inside the hot velvet channel. Draco bit his tongue, back arching and his cock spurted weakly over Harry one last time.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Draco mindlessly chanted, voice hoarse with lust.

Draco slumped forward, the intensity of his orgasm along with his tiredness from the events earlier making his head swim, Harry held him to his chest, listening to the thudding of their hearts. Neither spoke as if afraid to break the silence and their hearts slowly returned to normal. Draco lifted his sleepy head and kissed him, slow and languid until the bone weary exhaustion forced him to stop, letting out a yawn. Harry laughed at the vibration of it against his chest. Breaking the embrace, Harry reluctantly turned his body, so that Draco could lie beside him, Draco sighed and moved up close to Harry as if craving the contact. Harry felt strange, his mind racing, thinking about what this could mean.

Do I like him?

He set the alarm on his wand, to wake him early so that he could ask Draco to move back to his own bed, the prospect of being caught together making him feel sick. The idea of having to explain why Draco was in his bed, filling him with dread. Soft exhales informing him that he was now fast asleep, Harry yawned and winced at the feel of their combined cooling come on his skin, Gently casting a cleansing spell, Draco stirred briefly at the sensation and nestled more into him. Harry let out a tired yawn, his body succumbing to the lure of sleep, eyes drifting shut.

The sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains, seeking out his closed eyes alerted Harry to the fact it was morning. Without even having to move he sensed that he was the only occupant in bed, eye opening slightly, drawn to the other side of the room. Disappointed when he saw a neatly made bed but no Draco. Frown gracing his features, he sat up and noticed his wand on the nightstand. Realising that it was not under his pillow where he had left it last night, indicating that his alarm had gone off and Draco had placed it there.

Why didn’t he wake me?

Did I dream it all?

With sleepy eyes he looked down at himself, accessing if he looked any different from last night, searching for some proof that it hadn’t been just some erotic dream. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he reluctantly got out of bed, threw on a dressing gown and slowly made his way down stairs.

All ideas of it being some sort of fevered fantasy leaving his mind when he saw the blush that graced Draco’s pale cheeks when he entered the kitchen. The blonds’ head dropping down as if there was something fascinating about his toast, avoiding Harry’s gaze. Instead of feeling the same embarrassment, Harry felt annoyed, sitting down with a huff, body tense and he grabbed viciously at a piece of toast.

“Err Good morning Harry.” Tonks’ cheerful voice bounced happily around the room. Harry found himself scowling, feeling instantly awful when he saw her usual happy face, drop slightly and her blue eyes cast a nervous glance in Draco’s direction.

“Something wrong?” She asked gently, looking furtively at Draco again, his face down and eyes still searching for the secrets of the universe in his toast. Harry nearly laughed when he realized that she must have assumed his unhappy mood was caused by Draco.

Well it is! Just not in the way she probably thinks!

Harry felt his face pull uncomfortably tight as he forced a fake smile upon his face, noting out of the corner of his eyes, that Draco was casting nervous glances at him.

“I’m fine, Tonks.. Just had a nightmare last night.” His voice sounded tired to her but knowing that it had a spiteful edge to it. “I’m going upstairs to sleep for a bit longer,” He turned in Draco’s direction giving him a glare before heading back upstairs.

Throwing himself on the bed with a huff, knowing that he was being silly, but a part of him upset that Draco appeared to be regretting last night. Casting a locking spell on the door, smiling to himself about being petty, he reached under the mattress and pulled out the diary.

Lets see if Melody’s love life is going better than mine.

June 21^st

He’s avoiding me. I don’t know what to do.

Every time I try to get him alone he finds an excuse to leave.

I thought that he liked me, what have I done wrong?

Why does this hurt so much, I feel like I want to cry

Harry sat up on the bed, his stomach churning, feeling awful. Part of him though felt the same and he berated himself for entertaining the notion of having anything to do with the blond Slytherin.

What a bastard

Why do I feel so upset about it?

Is it because I like Draco?

He shook his head, face screwed up, angry at himself for thinking such stupid things. Putting his upset feeling down to the fact that he had in a strange way become involved with the events in the diary, not the fact he could feel some empathy to Melody’s predicament.

I dreamt about him again, this time we just kissed, his lips on mine, made my head swim. My heart felt like it could burst.

I have to find a way of getting him alone, I know sometimes he goes up to the astronomy tower late at night, I checked the map.

Map?…Does she mean the Marauder’s Map?

Harry’s heart began to beat faster, he continued to read, eyes scanning for a clue.

He was there last night, I sat and watched the dot pace back and forth for what seemed hours. Why couldn’t he sleep, was he thinking of me?

I wish I had the cloak, but Albus keeps it in his office, I’m surprised he let me keep the map, he must know that Remus gave it me.

What?

The cloak.. Must be my dad’s invisibility cloak.. Remus gave her the map? Who the hell is she?

Wish me luck. I hope that he will talk to me this time, I have to make him see that I want him too.

Quickly, Harry flipped to the next page only to find that it was blank, he scrambled to the next page, only to discover the rest of the diary was blank.

“Bloody Hell!” He shouted, throwing the diary across the room. It crashed loudly into the chest of drawers in the corner, falling onto the floor. A knock on his bedroom door pulled him out of his angry mutterings. Flicking his wand to remove the locking charm, he kicked the diary under the drawers.

“What!” he yelled, wincing at how annoyed he sounded.

The door opened slowly, the person behind reluctant to enter the room, a flushed Draco peered cautiously around the doorjamb. Harry slumped his shoulders, sighing and walked over to the bed, not saying a word.

“I’m sorry if I disturbed you.” Draco soft, apologetic voice making Harry falter for a second before he sat on the bed, shocked at how out of character Draco appeared to be.

Draco walked over to his bed, a small case in his hand, he placed it delicately, as if it held something dear to him. Harry found himself watching the way his body moved, the porcelain of his skin and the light reflecting on his hair.

He’s so beautiful

Golden hair, angelic face, wonderful body

Shit.. I like him.. This is so wrong!

He snapped out of his jumbled thoughts to find Draco staring at him with a quizzical expression on his face. Harry’s mouth went dry, his eyes scanned down his body taking in the blonds’ appearance. Black short sleeved shirt which was obviously one of Sirius’, tight faded blue jeans, probably something Tonks had brought for him and bare feet. Flustered, suddenly Harry’s pulse began to race. Draco’s face lit up when he established that Harry was checking him out, he returned the favour and his eyes appearing to devour every inch of him. Harry almost felt his gaze like a caress on his skin, looking down at himself for a moment and noting his dressing gown was open. His chest exposed and Draco’s eyes followed the light dusting of black chest hair leading down to his blue checked pyjama bottoms, the material beginning to strain against his rapidly filling cock. Harry nearly moaned at the spectacle of Draco running a slow hand down his own chest as he licked his lips, stalking towards the bed.

“Potter..” Draco stopped speaking as Harry lifted his hand to touch his own chest.

Harry found himself mirroring Draco’s action, his own hand running along his chest, dipping down into the top of his pyjama’s. Draco moaned and edged ever closer to the foot of the bed. Harry’s own moans added to the sound as he palmed his cock, feeling the tip leaving a damp stain at the front. Jumping almost off the bed, when Sirius walked into the room, Draco’s eyes widened with shocked, Harry snatching his dressing gown shut, heart having stopped. Sirius appeared to have not noticed anything unusual about them. His flustered Godfather started talking hurriedly, tone short and breathless.

“Draco, come quick.. Your father is here.” Draco stood stock still, face pale but excited.

“I thought that he was in St Mungo’s?” Harry shocked, not having considered that Lucius had probably been injured, realization that he had no doubt been tortured and was lucky to be alive.

“He refused to go, he was treated by an order member, St Mungo’s was too risky, what with Death Eaters looking for you both.” Draco’s eyes widened at Sirius’ words.

Harry was possessed with the urge to wrap his arms around him, his face paling further at the knowledge that Voldemort would be hunting for them as much as Harry now. Sirius rushed back out of the room, gesturing Draco to follow. The flustered blond stood by the foot of the bed, frozen to the spot, turning his glance towards Harry. His eyes seemed wild, Harry looked down and found the front of Draco’s jeans were bulging, the outline of his hard member displayed clearly through the denim.

“Draco..” Harry whispered and unhurriedly he sat up, coming on to all fours, prowling down to him. Thoughts rushing through his head, Harry was mindful of the movement of his body, a sway of his hips, the arching of his back. Conscious of being ogled as he moved. His heart beating faster, cock aching, the rubbing of the soft fabric of his pyjama’s causing him to almost growl. Face flushed with evident arousal, Draco advanced to the bed, Harry thought he could hear the increase of both of their heart beats. Harry knelt his face close to Draco’s and their breath mingling, neither of them closing the distance between them. Taking a huge breath, Harry crushed their lips together. Receiving no hesitation from Draco in returning the kiss, tongue tangling, lips sliding. Frantic hands coming up to touch, fingers dragging and mapping every inch of skin within reach.

“Draco!” Sirius shouted, making them groan with frustration.

Grudgingly, they broke apart, both gasping for air, face’s pink, and their erections hard and weeping. Faces echoing each other’s unhappiness at being disturbed, they tentatively brushed lips again. Draco moaned, sighing as he got up from the bed, eyes large and filled with regret. Feeling the sentiment, Harry attempted a smile though he understood that he hadn’t quite managed it, when Draco quirked an eyebrow in his direction. He stood in the doorway, body not wanting to leave and reached down to adjust the throbbing hard on in his jeans, biting his lips when he noticed that Harry had the same problem.

“Later?” Draco’s voice shy, but with a hint of eagerness. The smile that radiated from Harry’s handsome face, lighting up his verdant eyes made Draco’s breath stop short, Harry nodded.

“Yes.” his tone sounding husky, voice laden with sex.

Harry found himself lying on the bed, alone and aching with need. Part of him driven to finish himself off, his fingers itching to wrap around his turgid shaft. He sat up, heaving out a heavy breath and got up. Cautiously he approached the hallway, ears straining to hear any voices from downstairs. The hallway silent, no one around and he tiptoed to the foot of the stairs, ready to run if caught eavesdropping on the two men. The view from the top, giving him a clear view into the drawing room. It currently occupied by Draco and Lucius, Harry gasped at the sight of Lucius. Face bruised, starburst haemorrhage in his left eye. The normally haughty blond sat stiffly in the comfiest chair and by the strain on his face it was obvious his body was littered with other injuries. Pain etched on his features, though pushed to the side as Draco flung himself into his arms, weeping loudly.

Harry yearned to comfort him, longing for the feel of his skin, his breath warming his face and driven by the desire of just wanting to be near him. He sat down, the feelings emerging within him, causing confusion.

Why do I want to hold him?

I shouldn’t feel like this.

His eyes stared, riveted to the sight of Lucius cradling his son in his arms, the howls of despair echoing throughout the house. Harry felt his pain, his body physically hurting at the thought of how much he must be devastated inside.

“Shhh Shh I’m so sorry,” the sorrow in Lucius voice, caused it to hitch.

“I should have never allowed you to become involved,” tears forming in Lucius’ eyes, “I thought that Narciss…” the cracking in his voice worsened on the name.

Draco looked up at him, tears wetting his cheeks, face red. Harry dug his fingers into the top of his legs, body fighting to run to him. Lucius wept openly, anguish reflected in the timbre of his voice as he continued to speak.

“I should have sent you both away, I knew the risks.” He grabbed Draco pulling him into his arms, face next to his, hands clutching desperately to him,“ I risked you, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Did mother know?” Draco asked, breath hitching with tears. Lucius closed his eyes then took a breath, letting it out unsteadily.

“Yes, she followed me once, found me with my ministry contact,” Lucius lifted Draco’s face, eyes to eye, “I know that we no longer loved each other but I would have done anything to protect her… please tell me you know that?” desperation evident in his speech.

Draco did not appear to be surprised at Lucius declaring that he no longer loved Narcissa, Harry mused that maybe their marriage had been one of convenience in the end. He looked at his father, reading the emotion in his face, he nodded.

“Yes, I know you still cared even after the divorce.”

They were divorced?

Harry felt that he was beginning to intrude, torn between wanting to stay but knowing that Draco would be upset if he caught him, sitting listening to a private conversation. His musing causing him to miss some of the remaining conversation.

“How is it here?,” Lucius’ tears had tapered off, Draco seemed quieter with head resting on Lucius’ shoulders, “Have you argued with Potter yet?”

Draco flushed slightly, his position luckily only giving Harry the view. He shook his head, muttering something about sharing a room. Harry leaned forward, hoping to hear something about himself, disappointed when Lucius did not push the subject further. Draco said something and his eyes widened, nodding his head agreeing with whatever sentiment Draco was expressing.

“I just wish they had got there sooner, I wanted to kill McNair,” Lucius shuddered, taking a calming breath, “When I saw him standing over you with that axe, my heart stopped.”

Axe? McNair tried to kill him!

Draco hugged him, mindful of his injuries, Lucius winced , face screwed up with pain. “I didn’t thank the auror.” Draco murmured, voice distressed. Lucius soothed him by stroking his back in a slow motion.

“It’s okay, Auror Rhyme knows.” Lucius assured him, tightening his embrace.

Auror Rhyme?

Draco seemed placated by his statement, tears having come to a stop, he sat back, kneeling on the floor. Shoulders slumped, looking exhausted, Lucius looking equally as weary.

The kitchen door, opened, the smell of homemade biscuits assaulted Harry’s senses, he moved back so he was in the shadows. Molly bringing tea into the two men, fussing over both. He walked back to his room, debating whether to get dressed and go down or just lie down. Feeling exhausted after the events yesterday. Cock twitching at the memory of what had happened with Draco in the middle of the nights. Harry’s eyes were drawn to the bit of a box peeking out from under the chest of drawers where he had kicked the diary. It was the box that he had found the Diary in, he had hidden it there when he had overheard Remus asking about it.

He got up and pulled it out and tipping the contents over the bed, desperate to find something to help him solve this mystery. An envelope, a small jewellery box and the black velvet box that was shaped like a treasure chest with a small silver lock adorning it. He picked up the box, turning it around in his hands. Not surprised when he heard the telltale noise of something rattling around inside it and huffed when he realized it was locked, he discarded it on the bed.

The small jewellery box was made of shiny silver, carefully he opened it. Surprised, when he found a small gold chain, eyes lighting up when he saw the intricate gold snake that adorned it. He held it up in the light and his heart began to beat faster, strangely feeling drawn to it, the snakes eyes were bright azure blue with flecks of green when the light caught them at a certain angle. Without thinking he pulled it over his head, the gold cool against his chest, for a moment it felt like the snake seemed to nestle and Harry shuddered at the sensation.

The envelope was large, brown and with no writing on, he tipped it on to the bed, a collection of photographs fell out. Sitting down on the bed, he eagerly looked at them, hoping to get an idea of the mystery girl.

“Oh.” his breath stopped in his chest. The first one made his hand shake, smiling up at him were his parents, standing outside a house, a baby in their arms between them.

that’s me

Harry traced his fingers over the image, tears clouding his vision. He looked at the rest of the picture, two more people stood by them. A young handsome Sirius, a wide smile threatening to split his face. Harry found himself more interested in the other person, a girl, looking no older than about twelve maybe thirteen. Flawless, fine bone structure. A beauty in the making with glossy brown hair, hanging in loose curls and bright blue eyes shining with happiness. Pretty, pale blue dress hugging the start of womanly curves, her arm around his mother’s waist. He flipped the photo over, noticing writing on the back. Mind reeling as he read the flowing script of the inscription.

Harry’s christening

James + Lily - Happy parents

Sirius + Melody - Happy Godparents

Melody’s my godmother!
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