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Chapter Thirty�An
Intention to Seduce

�� Harry
didn�t know what he was doing.

�� That fact
gradually began to tell on him through the frenzy of nipping and kissing and
caressing; he couldn�t keep his hands off Draco�s shoulders and back and
eventually his arse, or his lips away from his face or neck. And Draco was
hardly complaining. He was moaning,
tilting his head back, his hair spilling around Harry in a series of light,
fluffy touches, unexpectedly striking sparks from his cheeks and the hollow of
his throat when they hit.

�� But
eventually they would have to move on from kissing to more complicated things.

�� And Harry still didn�t know what he was doing.

�� He began to
step back from Draco, to ask what he should do, only to find out that he had a
small problem: Draco didn�t want to let him go. The arms that had been around
his shoulders immediately rose to his neck and yanked him back into another
kiss. And it wasn�t that Harry objected,
so much as, well, there was still the fact that he had no idea what to do.

�� Draco,� he
whispered, and Draco gasped as if Harry�s breath across his collarbone were the
best sensation he�d ever felt. Harry was tempted to say that it probably was
and to try and persuade Draco to say so, too, but�well, it wasn�t true.

�� Harry,�
Draco said, or groaned. Harry shifted. His cock was making itself known less as
a pressure and more as an ache.

�� I�Draco,
there�s a problem,� he said, and pulled away enough to regain his breath, then
placed his arm gently across Draco�s chest when he tried to lunge forwards and
claim Harry�s lips again. Draco blinked and only then seemed to take what Harry
had said into account. He bit his lip and looked somewhere between vexed and
amused.

�� You�re
going to make me wait again?� he breathed. �You�re about to say that you know
how to make love to your wife, but not to me?�

�� That�s it exactly,� Harry said, glad that Draco
understood so well. �I mean, I don�t want to wait, but I don�t know how to make
love to a man. Can you show me?�

�� Take the
lead?� There was a glint in Draco�s eyes like the shine of sunlight off snow,
as if he were considering the possibilities that would offer to him.

�� No,� Harry
said, surprising himself by his vehemence. �Not this time,� he added, when
Draco�s eyebrows crept upwards. �But�I simply�can you tell me what I can do so
as not to hurt you?�

�� Never use
your teeth in a blowjob,� Draco said immediately.

�� Harry
laughed in spite of himself. His emotions, storming through him when he first
initiated the kiss, had calmed down considerably. Now he felt as if he could
make love to Draco slowly enough to leave them both breathing when they were
done with it.

�� Draco
wasn�t going to run away. He wasn�t going to refuse this opportunity with some
platitude about how Harry should consider his marriage, which Ron or Hermione
certainly would have said if they were here right now.

�� Draco loved
him.

�� With that
knowledge like sunlight under his skin, Harry held Draco�s eyes. His own voice
was huskier than he had imagined it could be, more seductive. �I was hoping for
more advanced instructions than
that.�

*

�� There was a
great, quiet gladness moving through Draco, like the presence of a sea serpent
under the prow of a ship. It represented less danger�

�� No, maybe it doesn�t. There�s no telling
what it will be like to make love with someone I care for as much as I do for
Harry, when I�ve never done it before.

�� First,� he
said, �I really do like foreplay, and not as a duel, either. Can we go back to
the kissing for a while?�

�� Of
course,� Harry said, and then reached out, cradled Draco�s head in his hands,
and brought their mouths together again.

�� This time,
he went more slowly and thoughtfully, but when Draco grumbled against his lips,
he increased the pressure, though not the speed. Draco opened his mouth, and
this time their tongues came together with care aforethought, not the
accidental tangling they�d already experienced. Harry�s fingers were trembling,
flexing, combing through his hair. Draco sighed in happiness, and Harry
trembled more noticeably, so he did it again.

�� Harry made
an odd bending motion with his hips, and Draco realized smugly that he was
trying to get pressure against his cock, like some randy adolescent boy.

�� I wonder if his wife ever got him this
excited.

�� Then Draco
dismissed the idea, because thinking about Ginny Weasley was hardly productive
right now. He had not had enough kissing�he could never have enough kissing
when he knew the person kissing him like he knew Harry�but he thought he was
ready for the next step. He reached up and gently pushed against Harry�s chin,
nudging him back.

�� Harry went.
The angle allowed Draco to get his first good glimpse of Harry�s eyes since the
kiss had started again.

�� Multiple
knots in his belly and chest and groin tightened. Harry�s eyes were an odd,
deep green, not quite black, more like the color of understory leaves in a
forest far from the sun. His lips bore the marks of tongue and teeth, and his
pulse fluttered quickly enough in his throat to be visible, but it was those
eyes that captured Draco, and made him feel that they could do this, after all,
and it would not be a disaster.

�� Good,� he
said quietly. �Now, did you know that some men�s nipples are as sensitive as
some women�s?�

�� Yours?�
Harry guessed.

�� Draco
nodded, and lifted his hands to unbutton his robes, only to find that Harry�s
fingers were already there to do it for him.

�� Lucky
bastard,� Harry grumbled as he ran his fingers over Draco�s nipples, causing
him to jump a bit, and then bent to take one in his mouth. His words emerged
muffled as he licked and sucked. �Does nothing for me.�

�� It�does�something��
Draco broke off with a breathy cry that he would have felt rather embarrassed
about were this anyone but Harry. His hands flailed for a moment, and then
settled on Harry�s shoulders and the back of his neck, as if that might provide
him with a better grip to ride out what was happening.

�� And then
Harry, in a marvel of coordination, somehow managed to keep his mouth where it
was but move one of his hands down so that he was gripping Draco�s erection
lightly through the cloth of his robes�

�� Why am I wearing robes? Draco thought,
suddenly reminded this was a dream and that, if the sensation of Harry�s hand
rubbing against cloth and providing welcome pressure with the heel of his palm
was real, his nakedness might as well be real, too.

�� Harry let
out a surprised gasp, and tried to pull away again. But as far as Draco was
concerned, there had been enough of that already. He closed his eyes, clenched
his hands to keep Harry in place, and gave himself up to the strumming of his
nerves that the tongue and fingers were creating.

*

�� Harry had
expected to feel awkward sucking a man�s nipples, but, well�he had played with
Ginny�s breasts, and he had never found that embarrassing. And she had liked
it. If Draco liked this, then why should he complain or worry about doing
something else?

�� He kept his
mouth moving, therefore, laving and licking, his lips working in concert with
his tongue now, even as his hand tried to get used to the expanse of lovely,
warm, nude skin beneath it where
there had been only cloth before.

�� He kept
waiting for awkwardness to pounce on him, but it never did. The most awkward
thing about this was that he kept expecting it to be awkward, he thought, as he
brought his teeth into play and bit gently.

�� Oharrrrh,� Draco said, or some such sound
that Harry was going to remember for later and use to taunt him with. His hands
clenched down again, but Harry was salivating�literally�now in his desire to
explore lower. Gently, he pushed his way free and slithered down Draco�s body before
Draco could object.

�� And then,
for the first time, he was faced with another man�s cock.

�� No, not
another man�s. Draco�s.

�� That was
all he needed to get past the biggest moment of potential awkwardness, and to
reignite his wonder and his hunger. He licked his lips and bent his head
slowly, eyes darting up now and then to make sure that Draco had no problem
with this. If he did, however, he was much too enthralled with watching Harry
to voice it. He seemed to be holding his breath.

�� And then�

�� Then he was
there.

�� Harry
opened his mouth wide, and then, after a glance at Draco�s erection, wider
again. He did remember to fold his
lips over his teeth before he started sucking, though. So Draco could not
accuse of him of not attending to his lessons.

�� And then�

�� It was
harder to hold in his mouth than Harry had expected. Apart from anything else,
the moment Draco registered what Harry supposed was the warmth and wetness of
his mouth, his hips thrust, and Harry found himself gagging and drawing
backwards. He had always had Ginny lying on a bed or standing next to a wall
when he did this, and he had been able to hold her hips in place more easily
than he thought he would be able to hold Draco�s. Draco didn�t have the same
kind of coiled muscle Harry did that came from hexing people and running away
from those who tried to kill him, but he was far stronger than Ginny.

�� But nothing
as simple as the difference between men and women was going to defeat him, so
Harry stubbornly lowered his head again.

�� Especially when I think that I�m going to
spend the rest of my life with a man.

�� Or maybe
not, but at the moment, Harry didn�t think he could want anything else. His
hands clung to Draco like a dragon�s claws to a piece of food. Interest lit his
body, made his legs and his knees and even his tongue tremble�which was a new experience�with want, and made him long
only for this.

�� Because it
was Draco.

�� He licked
and sucked, and held Draco�s hips back as much as he could, and guided Draco�s
erection, carefully, around his mouth until he found an angle that would let it
point down his throat but not gag or stab him. He wondered if this was what he
had heard people call deep-throating. Then he decided that, no, deep-throating
was probably deeper still.

�� He drew his
head back slowly, and, holding just the head in his mouth, blew curiously out
towards Draco�s balls. Did he like that? Harry had only had it done to him once
or twice, and that was accidentally. Maybe�

�� Draco
shrieked and came.

�� Well, I suppose he likes that, yes, Harry
thought, while he was trying to decide if he should swallow or not. This was a
dream world. Maybe he could spit it out on the floor and will it to vanish, and
no one would notice.

�� Worth trying, anyway.

�� I think anything is, here.

*

�� Draco was
attempting embarrassment by thinking that he should be embarrassed. He knew he
should. But it was hard when all his muscles had gone limp with utter languor,
and when he was with someone he knew would never make fun of him for his
stamina.

�� He did
indeed see Harry turning his head to the side and discreetly spitting, however.
That the white liquid vanished the moment it hit the floor of the cavern-like
room�well, that Draco could deal with, since he thought it was only
unfamiliarity and not disgust that made Harry do that. In due time, of course,
he would teach Harry the pleasures of swallowing.

�� Harry
caught him as he drifted towards the floor and arranged Draco next to him. His
hands were gentle, almost reverent�and there was another potential cause of
embarrassment, if Draco had been in the mood. As it was, he felt�

�� Well, that�s quite extraordinary.

�� Draco
stretched, making sure to keep it as unselfconscious as possible, and realized
that it was no coincidence. Harry�s eyes did
follow his movements with something like adoration.

�� Draco had
had no lover who did that. There was Marian, of course, and that had been indifferent
and then it had been a disaster, and there were the infrequent male lovers he
took because of the loophole in their marriage vows that said they could fuck
whom they liked, as long as they didn�t do it under the roof of Malfoy Manor,
the house they shared with each other. But those partners, though they�d
pleasured him physically more than Marian had managed, had been just as furtive
and hurried as he had, and after only the same thing. And they had made Draco
feel dirty and shameful for seeking them out. It was only done to soothe his needs, and his parents had taught him that
a Malfoy should never have only one purpose for doing anything.

�� Not one had
ever looked at him like this.

�� And so no
one had ever made him feel like a more mature version of his fourteen-year-old
self, the self that he had been so sure would conquer the world.

�� Harry wiped
his hand absently off on the stony floor beneath them, then shifted and groaned
a little. Draco smirked. Wishing his robes away had done nothing to get rid of
Harry�s. �Having difficulties?� he murmured, and reached out to smooth his hand
along the side of Harry�s right thigh, a few teasing inches from his groin.

�� Thank you
for saying that instead of making some horrible pun,� Harry grumbled.

�� I�m not
sure that having you think it is much better,� said Draco, and his hand skimmed
back the other way. Harry was actually holding his breath, he noted with some
amusement. Once again, he avoided Harry�s cock. �And meanwhile, you still
haven�t told me what you want to do about this.�

�� Harry
hesitated.

�� Believe
me,� Draco said, and rolled over so that he could come eye-to-eye with him,
�after that, nothing you can say or
do or ask for will surprise me.�

�� Harry gave
a shallow nod. The look on his face was unexpectedly fragile, as if he thought
that his words would come out the wrong way and offend Draco. �I really would,�
he said. �Like to.� He took a deep breath, reminding Draco of the way he had
acted before they went up on their brooms against the Masked Lady on her
dragons. �I would like to fuck you,� he said. �But gently.�

�� Draco
blinked, twice. He didn�t mind Harry asking for it; he had simply assumed that a
straight man�s hang-ups would get in the way.

�I have absolutely no problem with
that,� he said. �And I can show you how to do it, too.�

And Harry�s mask cracked.

The fragility, Draco realized with
a small, dazed gasp, had been nothing but a sheet of parchment over a blazing
furnace. Harry leaned nearer and nearer, and still Draco couldn�t move, caught
in a fascination not far from terror. Were someone�s eyes supposed to burn like that? Was it natural?

�Good,� Harry whispered.

*

Draco had done his work better than
he suspected, Harry thought, as he began kissing again, and this time without
hesitation or holding back, now that he knew how Draco liked it. Harry had
decided that it was all right for him to want things again. And now that he
had, he would go after them with a vengeance.

�First,� he whispered into Draco�s
mouth, when he had him trembling and panting and writhing as if that alone
would get him back to full hardness again, �I think that we should make this
ground a bit softer.�

He concentrated, and the grainy
gray stone beneath them melted and flowed, reshaping itself like foam into a
mattress. Harry half-rolled, half-pushed Draco back onto it�whatever the name
for the movement might be where he pushed his partner along while never
releasing his mouth from a kiss. He was stirring his tongue deliberately now,
unhurriedly, making sure that he got the chance to taste every corner of
Draco�s mouth.

His desire had leaped to the point
that he thought it would consume him alive if he didn�t find release, but the
release didn�t have to be immediate. Which was fine, because from what he had
heard, it would take some time to prepare Draco in any case.

He did stand up when he thought
Draco was panting too loudly to speak in interference, and began to unbutton
his robes.

��

�� As it
turned out, he had underestimated Draco�s lung capacity. �You could just wish
yourself naked,� he said. At least there were gratifying gasps in between the
words, Harry thought. �You know, like I did.�

�� Harry
lifted his head and peered at Draco. He wasn�t sure what his face looked like,
but it made Draco seize up for one moment, and then begin breathing again
noticeably faster than before.

�� No,� Harry
said quietly. �I don�t think so.� He stripped his robes off slowly and
deliberately, shrugging out of them, and then reached up and began to pull off
his shirt, aware that Draco�s eyes were dragging across every movement like a
pair of hands.

�� But why?�
Draco whispered. It took him three tries. Harry smiled, a smile that felt
unfamiliar on his face. Of course, it was a long time since he had looked at
Ginny with an intention to seduce her, and with anyone else it hadn�t even been
an option until now.

�� Because I
want to see your face when you see me,� he responded, and pulled back the shirt
as if it were the cocoon he was emerging from.

*

�� Does he know how handsome he looks like
that?

�� He can�t. Or he would have quit the Ministry
and become a sex slave for hire long since. He could make Galleons!

�� Draco
couldn�t stop the chatter of his brain, as stupid and irrelevant as it was, as
he watched Harry emerging slowly from his clothes. And emerging was the right word. Draco had the distinct sense that
Harry was shedding layers along with the clothes�years of restraint,
inhibitions that had told him he wasn�t allowed to be happy unless everyone
around him was, politeness that had kept him from saying what he really wanted.

�� And his hair, which curled in an untidy mess
around his ears and the nape of his neck.

�� And his eyes.

�� Draco
looked at the other parts of Harry�s body as he revealed them, but he never
quite managed to look away from those eyes. Harry wasn�t guarding his emotions.
Of course, he wasn�t good at it anyway, but now he wasn�t even trying. The
looks he kept giving Draco were ravenous, devouring, demanding. By the time he
stepped out of his pants and knelt next to the mattress, showing off long
expanses of pale skin and scars and hard muscles, Draco was fully erect again.

�� Harry
deigned to notice it with a faint smile, but most of his attention was for
Draco�s face. �Tell me what to do,� he said.

�� Draco licked
his lips. The mood had shifted again, from the playful, teasing validation of
the blowjob to this�seductive, and
heavy, and just a little dark. And he was so excited that he had to think
carefully before he could answer Harry�s question.

�� Damn, he really has scattered my wits.

�� Lubrication,�
he whispered. �Wish for that.�

�� Harry
half-closed his eyes, and then held up his right hand, which sparkled with a
clear oil that caught the sourceless light here with odd glints. �Like this?�

�� God yes,�
Draco said, barely checking a moan, and then thought that was ridiculous, his
moaning over lubricant. But dream-world
or not, it looked like nothing so much as Harry doing wandless magic.

�� To know
that someone of such power was close�well, Draco was sorry if anyone found him
blameworthy for it, including Harry, but power was damn attractive.

�� And now?�
Harry asked, sliding down between Draco�s legs and looking with an interest
that Draco could hardly have credited a few hours ago at his arse. Draco lifted
his legs and slowly spread them, knowing that he had nothing to be ashamed
about in any part of his body. The only scars he bore were the ones he shared
with Harry, in one form or another, and it was wonderful what magic one could
work when one had almost ten years to care about it.

�� Cleaning
spell,� Draco whispered.

�� Er.� Harry
looked uncertain for the first time, and Draco wondered if he was about to ask
whether Draco was sure he wanted this. But he only said, �A cleaning spell
without a wand?�

�� Then don�t
call it a cleaning spell,� Draco snapped. He was rather irritated that Harry
was getting hung up on semantics now. �Just wish me clean, the way that you
wished for the lubricant��

�� Harry shot
him a look that shut him up immediately. Then he bent down, nodded, and stared
intently at Draco�s arse. A moment later, he reached out, gently stroking his
fingers down Draco�s entrance.

�� Draco
sucked in a startled breath. It wasn�t so much the feel of the oil on Harry�s
fingers, though that was cold, but the fact that he could clearly see that the
hand was connected to Harry Potter,
whom it now seemed he had desired most of his life.

�� All right
there?� Harry asked. His voice was soft, but he didn�t smile.

�� Yes,�
Draco said, small-voiced, and that
got him a smile. Then Harry turned back, fascinated again, as he worked one
finger inwards.

�� Draco let
his head fall back, and it occurred to him that they could, after all, have
wished him stretched and lubricated and relaxed in the same way that they had
wished for the cleaning spell and the oil. But he rejected the option of
mentioning it to Harry.

�� It was for
the same reason that Harry had stripped for him instead of allowing Draco to
remove his clothes. Some things were better slow.

*

�� Harry
didn�t know exactly when it had changed, but he no longer felt half-panicked
and as if he would make a mistake at any moment. Beneath his excitement surged
a high, heady confidence, as if he had done this again and again before, as if this
were normal for him.

�� But not
routine. Harry couldn�t imagine that sex with Draco would become the routine,
monotonous affair that it had with Ginny, no matter how many times they had it.

�� For a
moment, Ginny�s voice was there in his head, pounding like a storm. You think that now, and the moment you stop
being so fascinated with him, then you�ll find someone else to fuck and
convince yourself that you�re in love with them in turn�

�� Harry shook
off the voice, banished it to
nothingness like a botched Transfiguration, and then focused once more on
Draco�s body.

�� It was such
a trusting act, for Draco to give himself up like this. Harry told himself that
he was going to deserve that trust as he worked his finger in and out, drawing
partially on hazy memories of the Gryffindor dorms and the half-transfixed, half-disgusted,
discussions about what two blokes would do in bed together, and partially on
his trust of Draco. Draco would tell him if anything hurt, if Harry did
something that he wasn�t supposed to, or stuck something where it was not supposed to be stuck.

�� Two now, I
think,� Draco said, his voice full of effort.

�� Harry
wanted to ask if he was sure, but bit it back. He wouldn�t have asked if he wasn�t sure. And he�s not like Ginny. He
won�t ask for something just to make you feel good and then blame you in silence later.

�� Harry
grinned as he urged in another finger beside the first. That at least was an
advantage to having a selfish, Slytherin lover.

�� More
moments, more wonder at the strange tightness around his fingers�not a barrier,
he thought, but an inviting warmth�and then Draco instructed him to put a third
finger in. This time, Harry watched his face, and saw the moment when Draco
arched with a rippling motion, his mouth opening in what would have looked like
a yawn if the expression on his face resembled ecstasy less.

�� Harry tried
to sit up. �What did I��

�� Somehow
you knew about preparation,� Draco said, his voice high and tight, �and you
didn�t know about the prostate?�

�� Just
wasn�t sure it existed,� Harry murmured, and pushed a few more times, purely
for the pleasure of watching Draco try to answer in between writhes and pants
and pulls of breath.

�� Yes, it
does,� said Draco. �And now, I think that�s enough for you to fuck me.�

�� Harry swallowed.
But he still wasn�t fearful, or hesitant, only aware that this was a moment
which, at least for him, changed things.

�� Carefully,
he considered their respective positions for a moment, then withdrew his
fingers and lifted Draco�s legs over his shoulders. Draco grunted approval and
locked his ankles in place. Harry licked his lips, carefully aligned himself,
and then�

�� In.

�� And there
was bliss.

�� At least
three sources of it, Harry realized hazily, as he held still to give Draco a
chance to adjust and keep himself from coming. There was the sheer,
all-consuming pleasure of the thing, which would have been enough. And there
was the fact that he hadn�t felt like this in too long, so he had a chance at
release from the chains of the marriage vows that he had never thought he would
have.

�� And there
was the fact that this was Draco, whom he had wanted.

�� He opened
his eyes, though it took him some effort, and leaned forwards to run his hands
gently over Draco�s torso. That propelled him inwards more than he had known it
would. He gasped, and felt Draco tighten around him, maybe deliberately and
maybe just in reflexive surprise, and he felt as if he were going to burst from
the inside.

�� All
right?� he whispered.

�� God,
Harry,� Draco whispered back, and shut his eyes tightly, a sheen splayed across
his forehead that didn�t seem like the glow of pain.

�� Harry
decided that would do in the absence of a �yes.� He pushed a little more, and
found the resistance slowly melting, giving way to slickness and a heat that
made him feel like laughing, though he wouldn�t have been laughing at anything.

�� He held
himself still, with a tremble in his thighs, until Draco forced one eye open
and panted, �What�the fuck�do you need? A chart?�

�� Harry
laughed aloud then, and began to thrust, the motions stronger and harder than
he remembered making with Ginny�he had no fear of breaking Draco�while he
reached down and began tugging on Draco�s erection with an insistence he hadn�t
known was in himself. But, as wonderful as the envelopment was, he thought it
would be worth nothing if Draco didn�t get an orgasm out of this as well.

�� Generosity
was sleeting through him; he was half-distracted from the sensations in his own
body by the look on Draco�s face, the way he clutched the mattress Harry had
dreamed up and hissed through his teeth, how he twisted his head to the side
and shut his eyes as if that would aid him in seeing more than just the dim,
distant wall of their dreamscape. Harry wished he could kiss him, but the angle
was too awkward for that.

�� And then,
just at the moment that Harry�s body started to speed things up whether or not
he wanted it to, Draco murmured, �You can
go faster.�

�� Harry
pushed, and his hand sped up at the same moment. And that increased the speed
of his hips again, and that in turn increased the speed of his hand, and his
hips again, and his hand again, as if they were joined with a vibrating chain
that transmitted impulses of power up and down. Harry made a choked sound that
mixed up Draco�s name and the sentence, �I love you,� leaving him unsure of
what he would have said.

�� And then
joy and pleasure rose together as one and burned him like phoenix fire.

�� Harry�s
eyes slammed themselves shut as random colors streaked across his vision, and
his hand tightened. He felt wetness spray across his fingers. His body
tightened so much that he gasped. And then the orgasm was drawn out of him in
one strong, steady, continuous pull, as wondrous to experience for itself as
for what it brought with it, and Harry collapsed on top of Draco, exhausted,
trembling, sated, and spent.

�� And he had
never�

�� He could
not remember, even when his marriage to Ginny was new, feeling so utterly happy.

�� He breathed
heavily, and was silent, though he tried to convey his emotions by the way his
trembling hand sought out Draco�s face.

*

�� Draco knew
he should move. His legs were already starting to ache, and he thought other
parts of his body would start if they remained where they were.

�� But he
couldn�t.

�� It wasn�t
just the exhaustion, or the fact that Harry had collapsed on top of him like a
slab of wood. He felt the moment hovering around them on shining wings. They
would undoubtedly have better times together after this, but there would never
be another exactly like this.

�� It
was�glorious, perhaps. Draco had had little enough occasion to apply the word
to anything in his life during the past ten years, but he thought he still
remembered what it meant.

�� Harry
raised his head at last.

�� And what
Draco saw in his eyes was an invitation into openness, into a sheltering,
loving protection, and into a kind of beauty such as he had never known.

�� He had to
close his eyes when Harry moved so that they could kiss. It was as instinctive
as the shielding of his eyes before the sunrise.

*

�� Ramandu:
There will be a permanent solution for the marriage vows, in the end.

�� Mephistedes:
Yep. Definitely partially Harry�s fault that the marriage collapsed. As for
Ginny not wanting Lily, I think it�s a possible
issue (though not probably not one that Canon Ginny would have). And it is
something a woman would be more affected by than a man.

�� Sol: James
and Molly do not react at all well to this transition.

�� Myra: Ginny
said a lot of things that she might not have said if she could have drained
some of the poison by conversations with Harry over a long period of time. But,
of course, if there had been a chance of that, then their marriage wouldn�t
have fallen apart in the first place.

�� Mangacat:
The dream solution is not forever. I�m fairly sure now that this story is going
to have 45 chapters, and you�ll see the solution probably in Chapter 44.

�� As for
whether I�m going to deprive you of the scene, well�does this chapter answer
your question? ;)

�� Paigey07,
Thrnbrooke, AlyconeBlack: Thanks for reviewing!
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