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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23421 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The photograph was shaking in his hand, unable to control the shock and surprise at the words on the back. Sitting down on the bed, the rest of the photos forgotten for a moment, the smiling girl the only thing that he could see. Question rushed around his head, confused at the reasons behind not being told about having a godmother.

Did she join Voldemort? Where is she? Is Sirius the man in the diary?

The thought of Sirius touching the young girl made Harry’s skin crawl and his heart freeze, shaking his head to dislodge the images appearing in his mind. Elated, when he realised that at the time of the diary entries Sirius would have been in Azkaban.

“Thank Merlin.” Harry whispered, relieved beyond belief but still consumed with the mystery of the diary. Determined to march down there and ask Remus some serious questions, the sound of footsteps thundering up the stairs, distracted him. Grabbing the photographs and stuffing everything back in the box, frantically throwing it under the bed away from view.

“HARRY!” Ron shouted, flinging himself through the door with a huge smile on his face. Harry dived off the bed to pull his friend into a hug, smiling and laughing at his enthusiasm.

“Bloody hell mate, they just told me that you’re sharing with ferret face,” he gave Harry a sympathetic look but there was a hint of mirth in his eyes, “Rather you than me mate, they nearly sent him to stay at the Burrow!”

Harry was surprised that Grimmauld Place had not been the first choice for the blond, finding his thoughts drifting to the memory of Draco’s lips on his neck. Fingertips lifted to trace his own lips, remembering the touch of the blonds’ mouth on his in the heat of passion. The memory forever etched into his mind, a strange tingling feeling radiating from his mouth to the tips of his toes and his cock twitched within the confines of his trousers.

“Harry… Harry…hey mate…you listening?” Ron’s voice broke through the fantasy forming in Harry’s mind, a naked Draco beneath him. Disappointed, Harry looked at his friend, the red head regarding him with a worried expression, “ You ok…are you sleeping ok…you look tired.”

The urge to laugh welled up in Harry’s chest becoming a coughing fit as he tried to hold it inside, face flaming as Ron patted him heartily on the back.

“Bloody hell, have you got a cold?” Harry shook his head, possessed with the temptation to share his first sexual experience, the need to confide in the red head bringing the words to the tip of his tongue. The moment broken when the object of Ron’s conversation and Harry’s fantasy strolled into the room like he owned the place. The haughty blond still flushed and red eyed from his earlier conversation with his father, annoyance flared in the grey depths at the realisation of Ron’s presence in the bedroom.

“Potter..Weasley.” Draco grunted in way of greeting, his eyes lowered and Harry fought the urge to smile at the blonds’ struggle to avoid making eye contact with him, catching a brief glance of what looked like disappointment in Draco’s eyes before he averted his gaze.

“Ferr… Malfoy.” Ron spat, his tone filled with restrained disdain and Harry tapped his leg in a punishing gesture. Earning a frown from his friend, Harry mouthed about Draco losing his mom and the red head had the good graces to look ashamed.

“Weasal..Weasley, what brings you here…not enough room in the Burrow?” his tone deliberately malicious, Harry shot him a glare and Ron went to dive off the bed in Draco’s direction. Thankfully, Harry grabbed him in time to stop an all out fight erupting in the room, Ron’s temper rising as he shouted at the taunting Slytherin.

“You twat…at least I have a home…can’t go back to your’s, can you…bloody maniac in your house now!” Ron’s face reached an alarming shade of red, taking a breath to continue, ignoring Harry’s shouts to stop, “At least Harry has friends…where are yours?…oh right Malfoy’s don’t have friends they have lackeys…friends are beneath you, aren’t they?”

The hurt that flashed in Draco’s eyes made Harry’s heart beat strangely, the overwhelming desire to stop Ron before he caused any more hurt was washing over him and scaring the hell out of him. The feeling dissipated when the sly smile appeared on the blonds’ face, the cool mask of indifference that was quintessentially Malfoy, firmly back in place, his voice mocking and his eyes looking past Ron, fixed on Harry.

“Well Weasley, you’ll never know what it’s like to be looked up to,” Ron’s language reaching a level of filth the likes of which only Knockturn Alley would normally hear, Draco’s smile stayed rigid on his face, never slipping, “And sometimes it’s nice to have someone beneath you.” the last sentence was aimed at Harry and his face felt like it would burst into flame. The allusion to the previous nights activities mercifully not noticed by the foaming at the mouth Ron. Grabbing his struggling friend and casting a look of pure filth in Draco’s direction, pleased when the trademark sneer slipped for a moment.

“Come on, Ron..ignore the prat.” praying that Ron would follow without any fuss, taking a relieved breath when the red head reluctantly allowed himself to be removed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

The silence on the landing broken by Ron’s rapid breathing, his face matching his red hair. Harry let out a breath of his own, his face still warm from Draco mentioning what happened between them. A sudden thought entered his head and festered quickly, his heart feeling strange in his chest.

What if its just a joke to him?

Maybe he’s only doing it so I’ll let him stay here?

The two thoughts robbed Harry of his oxygen, mortified at the idea of being played for a fool and suddenly filled with fury. Grabbing Ron by the arm pulling him down the stairs before he stormed back into his room and hit the blond prat.

“Hey…woah mate, what’s up?”

“Need to get away from that arse!” Harry’s words were filled with barely contained venom, his mind reeling at the possibility that Draco was just securing his place there in the house.

Images of finding ways to make him admit the truth, certain that he was right and Draco was taking him for a fool. Fantasies of holding him down and torturing him filled Harry’s head, his mouth going dry as the reasons for the torment morphed into sexual games. Draco gagged and writhing beneath him, Harry pinching, biting and licking every inch of his alabaster white skin. Grey eyes yearning with desire burning into his very soul and fuelling the passion exploding between them. Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip to stop the moan spilling from his mouth, the memory of sliding the tip of his cock into the blonds’ heat flashing in his head.

“Harry…earth to Harry?” Ron’s frustrated voice echoed in his thoughts, snapping him out of an especially alluring fantasy involving Draco, rope and some lubricant. “What’s the matter with you…you’re heads in the clouds today?” real worry shone in Ron’s joking tone, Harry offered him a tired smile.

“Just tired, had a strange couple of days,” Harry’s voice wobbled at the memory of Sirius and Remus making love, Ron’s eyes fixed on him with intrigue, “Long story…now is probably not the best time.” Harry said, changing the subject as the twins emerged from the floo.

The rest of the day taken up with the twins, playing jokes and Ron talking about quidditch, what girls were fit and what his plans for the holidays were. Harry listened as best as he could, his attention split between waiting to get Sirius alone to ask about the photograph and wondering whether Draco would make an appearance. The blond remained illusive just like Sirius and Remus, both men in talks with Kingsley. Lucius’ voice heard occasionally from behind the door, an argument evidently taking place. The raised voice peaked their interest, the twins producing new and improved listening ears.

“The Dark Lord is most displeased at the recent development.” Snape’s deep voice filled the room, the four of them looked at each other at the mention of Voldemort, “He has placed a bounty on Rhyme’s head.”

“Rhyme?” Ron mouthed at Harry, the twins looked at him for answers, thinking back to the conversation between Draco and his father.

“Auror…he saved Draco.” Harry whispered.

“McNair deserved it,” Lucius’ angry tone silenced the room, “I would have killed him myself.”

“Rhyme didn’t just kill him though,” Snape added, the boys leaned closer to the door, “He was dismembered by a new hex…apparently one Rhyme invented.”

“This makes no difference,” Lucius spoke, changing the subject and Harry found himself disappointed about not hearing more about the auror that saved Draco, “They expect to be hunted for the job they do.”

“I am yet to meet this Rhyme character…even Dumbledore has not met the so called special squad.” Snape spat out the name with contempt, it was clear by his tone that he was annoyed at being uninformed.

“Their identities are closely guarded,” Remus’ soft voice replied, assuring the potion master that it was not necessary to meet all the order members, “The less people know who they are, the better.” a loud huff the only acknowledgment of Remus’ words.

“What do they do, wear masks…” Snape’s scoffing voice tapered off, “Good God, they wear masks don’t they…like bloody death eaters!”

“Intimidation techniques…Rhyme thought it would be funny to use them.” Remus explained, Sirius let out a bark of dark amusement.

“I want to meet this Rhyme…Kingsley organise it.” Snape ordered, all four of eave droppings teens stunned when Kingsley refused.

“No, Rhyme has no desire to meet the order members.” Kingsley voice was strong, indicating that there would be no more discussion on the topic.

“No desire!” Snape’s voice reached new levels of anger, “You will order a meeting…what other new hexes could be used by others?” the rest of the argument became heated, Sirius telling Snape he had no right to tell Kingsley what to do.

“Stop!” Lucius’ strained tone halting the heated words flying back and forth, “Severus,” he said the name quietly, Harry reminded about the men’s previous relationship and his cock twitched at the thought, “Rhyme will not be told what to do…do not make this into an unnecessary debate.”

“Rhyme is your contact?” Snape asked, his voice had a hint of intrigue, “Have they had close contact with the Dark Lord’s followers?”

“The less you know,” Lucius spoke in hushed words as if even the little amount of information would cause untold problems, “Certain loyal followers have met Rhyme without even knowing.”

Ron looked at Harry, mouthing the word “Undercover?”, Harry shrugged his shoulders and they all listened intently.

“Have we met before?” Snape asked and Remus let out a laugh.

“Don’t know Snivel…Snape, do you hang out in S&M clubs?” Sirius said, giggling at the thought.

All four of the boys eyes widened at the mention of S&M, Ron turning a vivid shade of scarlet, Fred nudged George and they laughed, heartily. Harry ignored their amusement at Ron’s obvious shock, his own thoughts full of leather and whips, a vision of blond hair running through his fingertips as the collar was fastened around their slender, elegant neck. Struggling to breath, Harry watched as the listening ears began to glow hot, the men in the other room in a loud, angry argument.

“That would be your style, you great bloody bat…whipping and chaining people up to get your kicks.” Sirius’ words were spiteful and deliberately antagonistic.

“Gentlemen,” Kingsley calm voice tried to cut through the din of the sound, “Look, Snape, Rhyme is undercover as a Dom at a knockturn alley club frequented by Greyback and Dolohov.”

“How on earth did he become your contact,” Snape’s incredulous voice asked, Sirius laughed, Lucius did not appear to answer him, “You went there?”

“Wow, Malfoy… didn’t realise you were a kinky bastard, did Snivellous ever spank you?”

“Sirius, enough!” Remus, forever the voice of reason berated the guffawing Sirius, “Whatever the reasons for Lucius being there…they’re none of our business.”

Harry felt his face flaming, the twins giggling and whispering about Lucius being spanked by Snape. Ron looked physically sick at the thought, his face pale and sweaty. The mental image bombarded Harry’s brain, Lucius bent over a desk, blond hair hanging down as he whimpered, Snape formidable behind him while he bought his hand down to strike Lucius’ naked arse. His cock firming in his jeans as the image changed, Draco begging with desire, his tantalising, slapped pink arse wiggling as Harry smacked it with his bare hand.

Oh Merlin…I’m going mad!

Unable to remove the image from his head, Harry quickly excused himself and ran to the bathroom. The twins laughter following him, Ron’s worried enquiries drifting to his ears as he shut to door. Leaning forward and resting his head against the cool tile of the sink, his cock rigid and aching. Hand trembling with arousal, trying to refuse the need to touch himself, the internal battle lost when his fingers connected with the front of his jeans. The pressure of his fingertips on his length made him see stars and bite his lips to hold in the moan of pleasure. His fantasy running rampant in his fevered mind, the image fuelling the urge to release his trapped cock. The cool air caressed the heated shaft and he whimpered at the sensation, eyes squeezed shut as he tentatively began to stroke his dripping cock.

Smack!

The noise of his hand hitting firm flesh filling the cool room, the tingle travelled up his arms and his palm began to sting. The smooth skin hot under his hand as he caressed the tender cheek, Draco groaned and bucked forward, moaning more as his own hard shaft rubbed against the end of the wooden desk.

Smack!

“STAY STILL!” Harry’s voice was strong and brimming with authority, the blond keened under the harsh tone and his trapped cock began to leak. The pre-come falling to the stone floor, the scent of sex permeating everything in the room.

“Harry..please.” Draco’s pleading was like music to Harry’s ears, his cock rigid and hot with lust while it rubbed across Draco’s abused skin. The heat from the smacks felt heavenly on his cock and Harry moaned, a low throaty sound of pure sexual need.

“Yes…yes…yes.” the noise erupting from Harry encouraging Draco’s own ardour, pushing back to create more friction, Harry’s cock sliding back and forth between Draco’s cheeks.

Smack!

The blond yelped, his body tensing as the pain rushed through his body, Harry’s hand beginning to hurt but the feeling only added to the bliss washing over him. The tip of his shaft testing the resistance of Draco’s tight entrance, the blond let out a small squeak. Harry smiled at Draco’s attempts to be quiet and stay still for him.

“I should spank you till that beautiful arse is red raw, shouldn’t I?”

Harry’s eyes flew open at his own words, the heat and desire shining in the commanding tone. Shocked at himself for thinking these things, his heart fit to burst in his chest and cock twitching, his fingers tight around the base. Fighting the urge to come, Harry slowed his pace and his strokes were drawn out, the pre-come slicking his palm aiding the steady caresses. Allowing the images to emerge and grow in his mind, his hand constantly moving as he surrendered to the fantasy.

“I’m sorry…I promise to be good!” Draco began to cry as Harry rained down several smacks one after the other, Draco’s cheeks a stark red against his pure white skin.

Leaning forward, his mouth close to Draco’s ear and the scent of the blond filled Harry’s lungs. Taking a deep breath of the man, tip of his tongue tracing the shell of Draco’ s ear , Harry whispered seductively.

“You can stop this…say the word and it will end…do you want me to stop?” Draco sniffed, tears streaming down his face as he shook his head.

“No.” one whispered word, his voice strained with desire and Harry licked his neck earning a sigh of lust from the teary blond.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Harry breathed into Draco’s ear and the blond shuddered at the question, his head nodding frantically. Harry smiled and reached down to slap his cock against the hot, vivid red flesh, the sound of skin hitting skin loud in the room.

“You have to earn my cock…do you understand why I’m punishing you?”

“I was rude to your friend.” Draco muttered, his voice miserable and yet it still held a hint of defiance.

SMACK!

The hit harder than any of the others, the force propelled the blond into the table and he screamed out in pain. Heavy breathing and whimpers the only sound in the room, Harry noticed with a sly smile that the defiant Draco was still rock hard.

“You love this, don’t you?” Harry teased Draco’ twitching pucker, the tip slipping a fraction of an inch inside the velvet heat. The hot channel grasped the head of his cock, begging for Harry to fill the clenching tunnel. The sensation too much for Harry, his back arched and he came.

His moans muffled by his own hand, breathing into his palm to stifle to screams of completion longing to spill from his lips. His cock spewed copious amounts of hot come over his stroking hand and fell to the floor at his feet. Shaking, Harry struggled to get his heart to slow back down, hand trembling as he cast a scourgify, the evidence of his twisted imagination banished.

“Harry, you ok?” Ron knocked on the bathroom door, Harry felt weak kneed and exhausted.

“I don’t feel too good, I’ll be out in a minute.” the uncontrollable tremor in his voice added to the lie, Ron’s understanding voice reached him through the door.

“Ok mate, we’re off now but I’ll be back tomorrow,” the red head smiled, his eyes still worried when Harry opened the door, “Bloody hell, you look awful, do you think it was something you ate?”

Harry clutched his stomach, his body racked with shivers not of illness but of sexual aftershocks, his climax had left him weak and shaky with its intensity.

“I think I need to lie down.” He gave Ron a quick hug and sluggishly walked up the stairs, the twins bidding him a goodbye with mirth in their voices. Forgetting that he had a room mate, Harry almost let out a gasp of surprise when he opened the door to reveal a casual Draco lying on his bed. Annoyed at the blond lounging on his bed, anger bubbled in his veins.

“Get off my bed!” Harry seethed, the earlier thoughts at the forefront of his mind, sure that Draco was playing some sort of game with him. The blond paled for a second then sneered at him, flinging himself from the bed with a loud huff and throwing himself on his own bed.

“Happy now!” Draco’s voice was angry, Harry thought he heard a slight bewilderment in the tone.

“Ecstatic!, just leave me alone, Malfoy,” Harry’s heart sank at the flash of hurt on the blonds’ face at the malice in his voice.

“Fine, be an arse!” Draco bristled, turning over and offering Harry a view of his back. Harry sat down on the bed, running his fingers through his hair and sighing, unsure of what was happening.

“Look Malfoy…I’m sorry about your mom,” Draco tensed at the mention of his mother, “I just want you to know you don’t have to do anything so that you can stay.” Harry found it hard to find the right words, the blond turned to glare at him and he realised that he had chosen the wrong ones.

“Pardon?…are you saying you think I’m whoring myself to you!” Draco’s indignant voice made Harry cringe, the blond fuming as he crossed the room, hand on the door to leave. Stopped by Harry’s hand slamming the door closed, trapping the blond in a cage of his arms, wild grey eyes looked at him with rage.

“Let me leave, you bastard!” Draco screeched, trying to push him away, Harry enclosed the blond more, his body holding him in place.

“It wasn’t what I meant…fucking hell…why did you touch me, you hate me?”

Draco stopped struggling, his harsh breathing loud in Harry’s ears and a look of hurt crashed over his handsome features. Harry held his position, enjoying the close proximity to the flushed blond. The spicy scent of Draco’s aftershave filling his sense and making his pulse race.

“Don’t hate you,” Draco whispered, his eyes downcast refusing to meet Harry’s confused gaze, “ I never hated you…ok sometimes you’re a giant prick and Weasley annoys the hell out of me but no I never hated you.” the words rushed and Draco took a calming breath.

“I thought…” Draco began to struggled again, his earlier anger rushing to the surface stopping Harry from explaining, “Stop!” Harry shouted, the raging blonds’ resistance increased, ignoring Harry’s pleas to listen. Frustrated, Harry did the only thing he could think of to stop the blond, he slammed their lips together and kissed him. Draco froze, the fight leaving him and his lips stayed firmly shut, Harry licked along his bottom lip. Pushing him harder into the door with his body, Harry tried to deepen the kiss, nipping and lapping at the blonds’ unresponsive mouth. Thinking that maybe he had been right and Draco was playing games, Harry began to pull away only to feel slight pressure returned against his lips.

“Malf..” Draco grunted at the use of his surname, his tongue peeping out to touch Harry’s exploring one, humming his appreciation, Harry spoke against his lips, “Draco.” the blonds’ pupils dilated with desire at sound of his name spilling from Harry’s gasping mouth. Reaching up to run his fingers through Harry’s unruly hair, caressing the nape of his neck as Harry devoured his mouth.

“Bed.” Draco murmured, using his body to move Harry back towards the bed, both of them grunting into each others mouth as they fell onto the mattress. Reluctant to break the embrace, Harry touched every inch of skin that he could reach on the writhing blond. Moans spilling into Harry’s mouth as he pushed up Draco’s shirt and stroked the warm, smooth skin of his toned stomach. Draco bucked up at the sensation, his hard cock butting against Harry’s filling shaft. Head reeling at the surprise of his cock firming again so soon after coming, Harry pushed harder against Draco’s.

“Oh fuck.” the normally haughty tones rough with sex, Draco pulled away from the kiss to breath, Harry feasting on the tender flesh of his neck, Draco’s fingers reached down to rub Harry through his trousers and Harry nipped at the pulse point throbbing under his tongue.

“I’m not doing this to stay,” Draco mumbled, his voice cracking with need, “ I want you.” his eyes glazed and Harry leaned up to look at him, the truth evident in the flushed face of the blond beneath him. Smiling, Harry ground down, thrusting his length against Draco’s trapped cock, the tight jeans restraining his growing member.

“Touch me, touch me!” Draco begged, his pleading tone reminding Harry of the fantasy, his mouth crushed to the groaning blond. All of the blood in his body heading south and firming his cock to the point of pain. In a moment of clarity, Harry grabbed his wand, casting a silencing and locking charm on the door. Draco shivered as the magic washed over him, Harry’s last spell leaving them both gloriously naked.

“Har..” Draco’s words cut off by a long moan escaping when Harry slid his cock alongside Draco’s heated shaft, the slick heads rubbing against each other. Grasping Harry’s hair and yanking their mouths together, Draco kissed the breath from him. A steady rhythm building between the two, sliding back and forth, the tips catching, spreading the pre-come spilling from their rigid cocks. Sweat glistening on their chests, the sound of slick skin on skin adding to the soft moans echoing in the bedroom.

“I’m so close..” Harry moaned, the catalyst for his climax was Draco lifting his legs and wrapping them around him. The tilting of his hips allowing Harry to slide down past his balls and nudged the smooth flesh of his perineum. The blond threw his head back and screamed his release, hot come spilling over Harry’s still thrusting cock. The feel of Draco’s body yielding to him pulled Harry’s orgasm from him. Opening his eyes to look into Draco’s’ wide grey eyes, the heat in them adding to his intense climax. His balls erupting against the underside of Draco’s shaft, the warm come falling and coating the bed beneath them. Slumping in the waiting arms of the flushed, heaving chested blond, Harry tried to catch his breath.

“Oh…fucking hell.” Draco gasped, his face pink and glistening.

“Mmmm.” Harry had lost the ability to form words, agreeing wholeheartedly with the blonds’ sentiment. Noticing for the first time that something hard was wedged under his right knee, blindly reaching for the annoying object, too tired to open his eyes. His fingers halted as they felt the hard edge of a book, opening his eyes to look at the diary as he pulled it from under his blanket.

“Mmm about that,” Draco’s spoke, his tone sheepish and apologetic, “ I thought it was yours…sorry.”

Sated and unable to summon the anger to deal with the breach of privacy at that moment, Harry merely looked at him. Draco blushed and placed a kiss on his mouth by way of apology.

“You read it?” Harry asked, Draco nodded his eyes alive with the excitement of the mystery of it, Harry wondered if he should tell him about the photographs.

“Did you know there’s a charm on the diary?” seeing the surprise on Harry’s face, Draco smiled, “That’s why you can’t read the rest, some sort of secrecy charm hiding the writing.”

Harry picked up the red diary and turned it around in his hands, looking for any clues and disappointed when nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

“She must have been up to no good.” Draco said with a laugh, Harry’s heart leapt at the smile in his grey eyes.

Up to no good

Shit! Could that be it!

An idea formed in Harry’s mind and he grabbed his wand pointing it at the diary. Draco watched with confused eyes, he gave the blond a smile and hoped that his instinct was right.

She knew the marauders…could she have copied them.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” he whispered, the book flicked itself open and the ink bled back into the blank pages, words emerging as they watched.

“Interesting trick,” Draco seemed impressed, Harry thumbed through the book, page after page now revealed. Harry stunned by Draco’s’ next words, “Now we can find out about her and Remus.”

“What?” Harry’s voice faltered at the revelation from the blond. Draco took in the shocked expression on Harry’s face and reached under the bed, pulling the envelope out. Shamefaced, he pulled out the photographs and handed one to Harry.

“You didn’t know, did you?”

“Only found the pictures today, didn’t look at them all…” Harry couldn’t speak, the realisation that he had been kept in the dark about so many things filling his mind and making his heart sink.

The photo shook in his hand, a simple shot, a happy couple smiling. The picture shot from the shoulders up, Melody looking older now about Harry’s age, white flowers adorning her loosely curled hair. Remus smiling next to her, love beaming in his eyes and his arm wrapped around her shoulder, her hand resting on his hand, the wedding ring gracing her finger shining brightly in the sunlight. The words written on the back made Harry sigh, Draco sat tentatively next to him as if unsure what to do.

The happy couple’s wedding day

Remus and Melody Lupin.
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