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Ad Astra Per Aspera	By : TallyHo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN : Thank you for your reviews. A cookie and a dedicated
smut-scene for thrnbrooke, who guessed correctly the
place that is now the lair of Draco and Harry.

Yes yes,
now on to the explanations and groveling and apologies. This is beyond late, and you�re most
certainly beyond mad, and I beg you not to thwack me too harshly �pon the hands for they most be uninjured for you to have
your future chapters. This semester at
school is winding down, so I should be getting some free time to dream up some
more additions here. As for why the long wait? Valui ad satanam in computatrum meum invocandum. Or, if you don�t read Latin (what
is wrong with you?), I had a computer
virus.

Draco was unsure how exactly he did it, but Harry
was undressed and glistening with sweat and rain in a matter of moments. His gray eyes traveled up and down the expanse
of pale skin and he shivered himself at the intense pleasure that slim body
could give. Then he realized that Harry
was gone. Dashing into the adjacent
bathroom and slamming the door behind him.
Draco become aware of his wand in hand, warm with a recent spell.

He must have hexed Potter�s clothes into
oblivion. He didn�t have an ounce of
regret.

But he had wanted
a few more minutes to enjoy the view.
Well. No reason he shouldn�t
indulge himself. Alohomoring the door open, he
entered the bathroom with a feline�s sense of grace when stalking unlucky
prey. Harry was half in the large,
marble floor-bath, up to his tapered waist in steamy, white, vanilla-scented
water.

Absolutely delicious.

Draco was free of his own robes with another flick
of his wand and beside his delectable husband before one breath could be taken.

�No one invited you, Malfoy,� Harry snarled,
wrapping an arm around his waist in an unconscious move of defense. Draco grinned predatorily.

�May I remind you that name now belongs to both of
us? Just what kind of lover calls his
husband by his surname, anyway?�

Harry clamped his jaw shut and glared heatedly
enough to boil the water they stood in.
Draco returned the stare with equal heat, if not in the same gist.

�Why didn�t you come when I called?� the fair-haired
boy asked, sauntering a bit closer as Harry shifted away. �I must have twisted my ring twenty times�
you did promise to obey me,
remember?�

�The day I come at your beck and call is the day I live
up to all those ridiculous vows, Malfoy!� Harry sounded half-desperate� but he
wasn�t backing away any more. Oh. He�d come up against the side of the tub. Draco�s hunger soared at the near-panicked
look in his husband�s pretty face. He
moved in for the kill.

Leaning on the rim of the bathtub, hands on either
side of his emerald-eyed lover, head tilted slightly, Draco whispered against
the thin ribbon of air separating Harry�s lips and his own.

�You promised,� he repeated softly. �Be a good little Gryffindor, lovely, and let
me have you.�

He slipped his tongue over that frowning mouth,
smirked when Harry closed his eyes and visibly trembled, hands going up to
push, and then to hold Draco�s trim shoulders.
Perhaps now was a good time?
Harry looked as pliant as he was able to be�

�I� forgot to mention something about our curse,
lovely,� Draco murmured breathlessly as he moved his teasing lips along the
crest of one ear, then behind to lick tenderly at a spot of skin that doubled
Harry�s tremors. A questioning little
mewl was his lover�s response.
�Yes. Something
a bit important, perhaps. As
strong as it is, this curse is only as powerful as its victims. It could be compared to one of those muggle
things� what are they called? A magnifying glass?
Oh��

He�d found a sweet little notch to kiss at the
junction of Harry�s slender neck and shoulders.
It caused Harry�s hands to clasp down hard, a beyond satisfying little
moan to escape those needy lips, and a sharp twitch of his lean hips against Draco�s
own, a not-so subtle reminder of the disregarded manhood awaiting Draco�s very
willing attention.

The flaxon-tressed boy ran
a teasing finger down Harry�s lightly muscled chest, past his delightfully
sensitive bellybutton, and traced a swirling design along the length that Harry
thrust raggedly upward in approval.

�We�ll� talk later,� Draco decided haltingly,
bringing his own length forward to meet his mate�s. Harry moaned ineloquently, slipping his arms
around Draco�s neck and managing to open his watery eyes to meet stormy gray
ones.

It was the image from their first night, the perfect
angle of his dark, downy head, the pulse that shattered beneath his touch,
which drove Draco into insanity.

Blissful, mindless,
ravenous insanity.

He bit down on the junction he�d been
lightly tasting. He mauled the
pastel skin, wrapped one arm around Harry�s lower back, and took both their
erections in one tightened fist.

The silky, half-stifled scream his lover released
while he tugged and pushed and thrust and devoured every inch he could triggered the coming of a climax that blackened the edges of
his vision and stopped his heart.

Draco stroked paradise from them both, wept hot
tears of unmatched joy and pleasure into the crook of his husband�s shoulder, and
shouted the only name he ever wanted to shout again.

Harry became aware of chilled water, then a shaky
body against his own, and then a painful pressure against his lower back. But it all felt rather pleasantly far away,
as if someone else were feeling all of those things.

It didn�t last.
Everything became uncomfortable enough to draw his mind fully from the
post-orgasmic daze and back into agonizing, unfair reality.

The water was beginning to get cold. The body pinning him was refusing to move besides
the small tremors. The tub�s edge was
going to break his spine if he didn�t free himself soon.

And yet� there was something gnawing at his
attention� some tiny thought that required consideration before anything else.

He�d enjoyed that. He�d mind-blowingly
bloody loved it, to be completely
honest. But the thing wrong with that
was� there had been no white-numbness to drive him towards that feeling. The bond, with its distinct harshness, had not
entered into the equation. Harry had
been in control, he should have been able to resist, to deny, to push Draco away and
strangle that pretty little neck.

But he hadn�t.
Instead, he�d moaned like a dog in heat and practically begged Malfoy
for every touch the prat would give him.

Like the first time, if the Slytherin was telling
the truth. Like the time Harry didn�t
remember.

The curse couldn�t have made him do that, could
it? It couldn�t make him into this� this
wanton� harlot, could it?

He bit his lip and shuddered, then disengaged
himself from Malfoy�s embrace rather roughly. The Slytherin boy slumped forward over the
edge of the tub and became aware himself.

�You have no concept
of an afterglow,� the git complained, sighing as he hauled himself out of the
water and walked completely nude over to the towel rack, where he dried himself
off in luxurious, lazy strokes.

Trust Malfoy to make such a simple act of getting
dry into something sensual.

Harry averted his gaze, clambered out of the bath
and grabbed a towel for himself.

�You can�t� you can�t keep doing that!� he said,
wrapping the towel around his waist and glaring very hard at the other
boy. He put every ounce of frustrated
angry he had for himself into his voice, directed it at his glistening husband. �Coming on to me like that! I don�t want it, and I don�t care what the
curse makes either of us do! You don�t
force people into these things, Malfoy!
No matter how much money
you�ve got!�

The too-pale boy looked a little shocked, but
quickly recovered it.

�First of all,� he drawled, �you enjoy everything I do. Denying it is futile. And since I
enjoy it just as much, I fail to see the problem.�

�The problem,�
Harry bit out, fisting one hand over the knot holding his towel around his waist
and trying very hard not to land a punch on Draco�s smirking face with the
other, �isn�t that I don�t enjoy it!
It�s that I have no choice,
you bloody aristocrat! And before you
lift your nose at me, let me tell you something! I don�t blame you for the thrice-damned
curse! I know you want as little to do
with me as I do with you. But you can�t�
you can�t� pretend that everything is
alright! That everything�s how it should
be! Because it isn�t! And� and��

Harry forgot what he was about to say. He hadn�t thought this far ahead. He�d fully expected the curse to kick in, to
send him straight into Malfoy�s arms, dizzy with the
white, fuzzy pain that� until that moment, had been in the back of his mind.

But it wasn�t there.

Draco was looking at him strangely.

�Did you even hear me earlier?� the Slytherin asked,
brow furrowing. �The curse just
magnifies what attraction is there, you dimwit.
It makes the feelings unbreakable.
They have to exist in the
first place. Usually that was taken care
of with a love potion or something, but in our case� well.�

Harry blinked.

�But� but I didn�t��

�I know you
didn�t think of me like that. At least
not consciously,� Harry frowned a little at the taunt. �But in case you didn�t notice, I am quite interested in you.
And was before that Weasley bird tried anything at
all. Now that you can�t curse my
hair green and my nose off, I�ve no trouble admitting to the fact.�

Harry was momentarily speechless. Then he was angry.

�If you think fooling me into-�

�Merlin! You�re infuriating, you know
that?� Malfoy grabbed a fistful of his own hair and shook his head to
himself. �I�m not trying to trick you,
Harry,� his tone was slightly calmer and he released his own locks from his
fist. �Listen to what I�m saying. I wanted you before the spell. I didn�t want
to want you, but I� well, it�s your own fault, you know. No one asked you to be my type.�

He swung his silver gaze away after a short-lived
smirk, rolled his right shoulder and chewed on his tongue.

Harry stared at him.

�Mal� Draco. Um. Thanks for
telling me,� he strived valiantly to be as civil as Malfoy was probably trying
to be. �And I know that it doesn�t
matter how we felt about each other before all this, I do� but knowing anyway�
helps a bit, I suppose.�

Malfoy spared him another glance. Nodded. But didn�t add anything.

�And I guess� I guess maybe I didn�t think you were
very bad looking. When
I thought about those things. Which wasn�t often, mind you. Your personality more than made it enough not to consider any of those things. Still does, truth be told.�

He�d wanted to be distant and snobbish. Wanted to rub a little of Malfoy�s
own behavior back in his face. But his
tones came out a little playful, teasing.
And it drew a grin from his husband�s pale lips.

�Still, hm?� the boy
drawled, letting his towel slide down a bit.
Harry followed the dip unwillingly, but couldn�t help himself. �I think you�re the one who�s trying to fool
someone, Harry.�

Harry coughed weakly, licked his lips and listened
to his rapid pulse. Malfoy�s
eyes darkened.

When the gold-haired boy closed the distance between
them, Harry didn�t back away. He didn�t
want to. He met the seeking lips of his
lover without reserve. Or, with less reserve than he would have an hour ago, perhaps. He lifted a hand to the nape of Malfoy�s neck and slowly threaded his fingers through the
damp, silky hair there. Malfoy moaned
and deepened the kiss enough for Harry to loose what small thought process he
had still up and running.

�Draco�� whimpered,
shamelessly, though he blushed from the needy tone that escaped him. �Draco� the
bed?�

His husband opened his eyes, drew back a bit. His breathing was harsh and there was an
insistent reminder of just where this was heading pulsing against Harry�s
thigh.

�The bed.�

AN : Ah, promises, promises. I managed
to get in a slash scene, but the plot-important stuff (besides Draco and Harry finally getting on common ground) wouldn�t
fit. Next chapter, my loves ^.^
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