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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 5:

Bright green eyes opened up with a snap then narrowed sharply as the morning's sun streamed through the window. Harry rolled over his back with a groan and tugged the sheets to his face to shut off the light from the outside. It was too bloody cheerful and he had the most, well, disturbing dream over the years.

Malfoy and he kissed.

It was a dream. There was no discussion about it whatsoever. In the dreams him and Malfoy agreed to meet today and talk about their sudden rushed up 'relationship'…right. Harry shook his head and sat up; swinging his legs off the bed he stumbled up and walked towards the bathroom. He paused in mid-step; he was hearing some weird things from inside of it. Frowning, he cautiously opened the door a bit and what he saw made him to stumble back and shut the door with a snap. Dean and Seamus were in throes of passion. Harry quickly made his way towards his bed as he heard them swear quiet loudly, snatching the curtains shut around him. He tried to steady his breathing back to normal and keep himself from giggling like mad. So apparently Dean and Seamus were partners, but nobody knew about it, because…well, there was Ginny. Oh my God! Harry frowned. What was Dean playing at? Never mind, it wasn't his problem, and he wasn't going to pry.

He heard the bathroom's door squeak open and heard his friend's whispered words, telling each other who might be the one to spot them while they were doing it. Harry hid a grin and pushed open the curtains, revealing the both boys standing too close to each other whispering and giggling. Harry promptly cleared his throat and stood up from his bed.

"Morning," he said brightly and walked towards the bathroom. He heard their mumbled greetings, and smiled to himself, but before he got in, he turned around and said them, "And if you're going to do that every morning, I suggest you use some locking and silencing charms." With that he closed the door behind himself leaving two blushing boys behind.

It was heavily raining by the time the Trio made their way towards Hogsmeade. Ron was off with Lavender immediately when he spotted Lavender, and it left Hermione and Harry all by themselves walking hand in hand and a large umbrella open up on their heads, shielding them from the rain. The both of them were silent, which suited them just fine, and Harry wasn't ready to talk, because he knew if he started to say one word he'd never stop. He was too close with Hermione, and he'd share everything with her, but not now when he'd sound stupid with his stupid dream.

A shocking white blond hair caught his attention and Harry stumbled upon a mud landing right on his butt.

"Harry!" Hermione cried out in a shock, "Oh my God, are you alright?" she asked and bent down to help him get to his feet.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Harry said distracted, "I just slipped."

"Be careful ok? You nearly gave me a heart attack," said Hermione and waved her wand at Harry, cleaning the mud off him.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled and looked to the same way as he saw the same blond hair, and idly thought if he'd gone mad and now he was illustrating things. But no, he was perfectly fine, because there he was, looking as pale and smug as he usually was. Draco Malfoy could make himself look as delicious as a strawberry ice-cream, even though he'd wear a black suit. Everything seemed to slow down, everything seemed to disappear, everything looked suddenly bright, and there he was slowly turning around, a hand in his pocket, the other holding up an umbrella…their eyes met.

Harry shivered as he saw raw need and heat in the depths of Malfoy's eyes. There was a faint glimmer of mischief in his eyes too, but Harry paid it no attention, he was concentrating on the other emotions in his eyes. Harry blinked one or two time, to make sure that the gaze was truly directed to him, and found Malfoy smirking at him; it was almost a smile not a smirk to be more specific, but still it was there the quirk of the lips, the glint, and oh God…Malfoy licked his lips ever so slowly and Harry had the sudden urge to just walk right over there and take Malfoy into his arms and just ravish him to death.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice cut-through Harry's mind and the charm was broken as Harry turned his head to look at her who was now tugging at his arm, making him walk towards the bookstore. Harry looked up at the street again seeing that Malfoy wasn't there anymore. Harry frowned in annoyance, but shook the feeling away as he closed the umbrella and walked in behind Hermione.

"I'll just have to check on some books here Harry, I won't be long, honest," said Hermione and rushed over to the Dark Arts section. Harry smiled weakly after her, but said nothing and went to browse for a book to just keeping him busy, so he won't get bored while waiting for Hermione to finish.

He walked down the aisles and noticed that they had some bizarre books he had never seen. He was well off the front room, more to the back of the bookstore, and it was more like a hidden section so no one could see who was standing there. The books were mostly teaching witches and wizards how to woo their lovers off their feet. And there were some sex related books too. Harry scowled at the books and idly thought if anyone would actually buy them. As he was about to turn around so he could go out of the secluded corner in search of Hermione, he bumped into someone, which made him stumble back. The person was quick to catch him by the waist.

"Oh God, I'm sorry I didn't see…" he abruptly stopped talking and went pale. That 'person' was non-other than- "Malfoy? What are you doing here?" his heart started to beat erratically and Harry was trying to tell himself that it wasn't because he happened to stumble into the git.

"Well, it's a bookstore you see, and I mostly enjoy reading…" Malfoy murmured, his voice was a low drawl and ever so sarcastic.

"Hmm…" said Harry and tried to edge past away from Malfoy, but to no avail. "Malfoy, I have to go…Hermione…is here you see…" Malfoy was closing in on him, making him take a step back. "And…uhm… I don't want her…Mal-Malfoy, what are yo-" but Harry's words were lost in Malfoy's lips.

Harry purred deep inside his chest and wound his hands at the back of Malfoy's neck, moving his body up to make it slide over Malfoy's. Tightening his hold on Harry's waist, he dipped down a bit and gave Harry a mind blowing, breathtaking kiss.

Tongue glide with each other in sync, lips sliding over each other, teeth nipping and biting, breathe mingling over each other, breathing each other in. Malfoy growled, which made Harry bite his lower lip.

"Merlin…" Malfoy's voice was low, seductive growl. Harry nipped his lip again, and Malfoy purred. Harry, feeling slightly confident, started to kiss his way down to Malfoy's neck, feeling the soft skin under his lips. He licked his way from the base of the neck to Malfoy's lips, plunging his tongue into the hot mouth that giddily accepted it.

Breathing hard, Harry pulled back from the passionate kiss and placed his forehead on Malfoy's chest, which in turn placed his head on top of Harry's. The both of them tried to gain their breathings back to normal. Harry recovered first and looked up at Malfoy's face; his eyes were closed, and he was biting his lower lip. Harry placed a finger on top of his lips, and touching them softly he soothed them out and Malfoy with a gasp let his lower lip go.

"Are you alright?" Harry's voice was small, almost a whisper.

Malfoy opened his eyes, and looked down at Harry; his hand moved from Harry's waist and cupped his cheek instead; his thumb moving in slow motion over his cheek, making Harry move in to touch. Harry smiled softly up at Malfoy, his eyes were unreadable.

"I know that we can't have a descent talk here, Potter," Malfoy said, his voice serious, and low again. Harry nodded and bit his lip worriedly. "I suggest we meet up somewhere…"

"Yeah sure. Uhm when?" Harry asked distractedly run a hand through his hair.

Malfoy watched the movement then grabbed Harry's hand in his and brought it up to his cheek, "I don't know, you decide."

Harry thought about it for a moment. "Room of Requirements, at seven?"

Malfoy nodded his agreement, leaned closer to Harry; kissing him on the forehead, he whispered, "Seven it is..." and then he was gone, leaving Harry standing there, watching at the archway where Malfoy disappeared seconds ago.

It was 6:49 as Harry all but run from the Common Room towards the Room of Requirement. And by the time he got there he was puffing out a breath, he took a deep steadying breath and started to walk right in front of the blank wall thinking "I need a place where me and Draco Malfoy could have a descent talk.". Half-way through his second walk a small door appeared and Harry, quickly checking around, got in and shut the door after him.

The room was nice and cozy. Considering the fact that it was rather chilly outside there was a small roaring fireplace in the corner, and right in front of him there was a couch, and a small table right in front of it with a bowl of fruits. Harry took a deep breath and walked towards the couch, sitting on it he started to shake his right leg in nervousness. He took another deep breath and leaned forward grabbing an apple from the bowl; he took a large bite from it and started to chew.

While chewing he started to think about Malfoy, and what they were going to talk about when he'd got there. To tell the truth he was scared…he was scared of what was going to really happen to them in the end. Harry was fighting for the Light side, and Malfoy, probably, for the Dark. What was going to happen to them when Harry find out about Malfoy's true loyalty? Was he really a Death Eater or he just imagined it?

Harry was scared. He didn't know anything about relationships. Yes, he had a small thing with Cho Chang last year, but that didn't even mark as a relationship; more likely a fiasco of some sorts. And they had one date, and it was a disaster, so Harry would like to think of it like that, and then think of it as a real relationship.

Now with Malfoy, it was another thing. They had kissed and it felt amazing. And Harry wanted more. And there was this question that was plaguing Harry's mind all the time: did Malfoy actually want a relationship with Harry? Or was it just in Harry's little imaginary word that he imagined them together?

Maybe Malfoy had changed.

Maybe Malfoy was a human being too.

A slight noise shook Harry out of his thoughts and he turned around in his seat to see the boy of his thoughts himself walking inside the room, and closing the door softly after him.

"Hey," Harry whispered softly and bit his lip, smiling a soft shy smile. He was suddenly shy, and it was all bloody Malfoy's fault.

"Hey," Malfoy said lightly, and walked towards the couch, looking around himself, "Nice place."

"I asked the room to give me a place to talk to Draco Malfoy and it gave me this," Harry said gesturing around them. Malfoy nodded and sat beside Harry, draping an arm over the head of the couch, looking casual elegance that only Malfoy's could have. Harry sat, with his feet up under his bum, his hand over the head of the couch too, under his chin, waiting for Malfoy to talk. He felt slightly smaller, shier then he had been before. And Malfoy made him feel like this.

He bit into his apple once again, twice, chewed on it, and Malfoy looked at him with bored expression, he froze in on a chew. "Sorry," he mumbled, his mouth stuffed with apple. "Was I chewing loud?"

"No," Malfoy answered slowly, his voice was low, seductive, and Harry had a hard time to swallow his bite. "No, you did not chew loudly. I just wanted to see your face while you ate your delicious looking apple," he touched a finger to his lips, looking at Harry from low hooded eyes. He jerked his head towards the apple in Harry's clumsy, ink stained hand and asked, "May I?"

Harry's eyes went wide, and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Finally he found his voice and whispered, "Sure…"

He offered the apple to Malfoy, and Malfoy leaned closer; taking a hold of Harry's hand with his own, he took a bite from the apple and closed his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and Harry found his eyes zeroed down on the action; unconsciously he licked his own lips.

"mmm…." Malfoy hummed and Harry felt himself reacting to the sound alarmingly fast. He cleared his throat and looked away.

"So," Harry started and Malfoy looked at him, "So, what did you wanted to talk about?"

"I wanted to know where we are standing with our relationship?" asked Malfoy as he adjusted himself in his seat and looked at Harry directly into the eye.

"uhm..." Our? Relationship? What was Malfoy talking about? Relationship with a Malfoy… Spending time with a Malfoy… holding hands with a Malfoy… kissing with a Malfoy… it was bizarre, that's what it was.

"No answer?" asked Malfoy tilting his head to the side, looking at Harry with narrowed eyes and scratching his chin with his thumb. "I thought better of you, Potter."

"Oh…" Harry really didn't know what to say to Malfoy. He wanted to scream yes I want to be in a relationship with you, fuck me now. But another part of him screamed at him to say no and just back off from him, or just smack him upside the head and accuse him for suggesting this kind of thing. But then he remembered their kiss, he remembered the way Malfoy held him close, tight in an iron grip, he kissed him like there was no tomorrow. He kissed Harry as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and Harry knew that he wanted more, more of this madness, more of this sweetness. More of Malfoy.

But another part of his mind told him that he was failing his mission of finding out Malfoy's true loyalty; if he could only simply ask him of it.

This was madness.

"I want…" Malfoy looked at him, his eyes bright and as silver as he could remember it, wide with hopefulness. Harry found himself leaning over, crawling towards Malfoy more likely, he felt Malfoy's breathing take a pace, he heard Malfoy's heartbeat get wild, "to be with you."

Harry closed the gap between them in one swift movement, and Malfoy gasp in a deep breath. His lips were amazing. He was amazing. He was with Malfoy.

Malfoy answered his kiss with so much passion with so much force that it left him breathless. He was in an awkward position; kneeling on the couch, his sweaty palms on Malfoy's neck, his spine crooked down slightly, so he moved, Malfoy's hands guiding him, he moved and straddled his lap, groaning as Malfoy tightened his hands on his waist. Harry licked Malfoy's lower lip and as he gasped, Harry let his tongue go inside of Malfoy's mouth. He groaned at the sweet taste of Malfoy's tightening his hand on his neck, he kissed him with passion, with urgency, with everything that he got. Malfoy's hand started to wander up Harry's back, gripping on his biceps he pulled him closer, kissing Harry's chin, he peppered his neck his small butterfly kisses. At some places he'd suck and Harry would moan, he licked his way towards Harry's earlobe, and Harry hissed at the new sensation.

Without thinking about it he bucked his hips. Malfoy froze. Harry's eyes snapped open as he felt their abrupt stop. His breathing was heavy, and it wasn't only his breathing that was heavy, something much bigger, right in between his legs was throbbing hard. And when he buckled up to Malfoy, he felt the same problem on him too. Malfoy tightened his hold on Harry, and started to suck on Harry's earlobe. Harry let out a low moan and grabbing by Malfoy's blond hair he pulled him closer, moaning as Malfoy started to move under him thrusting up to Harry.

"Sweet Merlin…" Harry breathed and started to move with Malfoy, liking the feeling he got. The contact through their pants was overwhelming, Harry never felt like this before, jerking off into a fantasy was nothing compared to grinding with a partner, like right now.

"T-touch me…" Malfoy murmured into his ear, hot and wet. "P-please touch me…" as to prove his point he started to unbuckle his pants. Harry sat there, now on Malfoy's knees and watched as he fumbled with his belt, "Fuck". Malfoy swore under his breath as his hands shook violently, and he couldn't unbuckle himself fast enough.

"Le-let me…" Harry finally found his voice and he slapped Malfoy's hands away. He himself was shaking from fear and excitement, what if he failed? What if he gave Malfoy a pleasure that he'd never had? There was only one way to find out and it was… "Bloody hell…" He was huge… Malfoy was thick, huge and as tempting as Harry had imagined it would be. It was longer too, and he idly thought if he'd ever will get a chance to jerk him off into oblivion.

"Come on Potter, you can look at it later…work your magic on me," Malfoy's voice was back into his ear, he licked the shell of it and Harry shuddered. Their bodies where close together, but Harry had no problem of taking him into his hand and give it a long and strong stroke. Malfoy sighed and fell back on the couch. Harry gripped it tighter and, eyes glued on Malfoy's face he started to stroke him fast. He was fascinated; Malfoy's face was starting to sweat, an arousal blush was creeping up to his neck. Harry reached out and started to unbutton Malfoy's shirt, his other hand still working fast. He saw Malfoy's pale chest turning red at every passing moment, Harry touched his chest too, feeling Malfoy's heart beating faster and faster.

He was soft, and nice.

Malfoy gripped Harry's hand which was on his chest and brought it up to his lips, his breath tickling Harry's inner wrist. He planted a soft kiss on his palm. Harry gasped and closed his eyes, his other hand slipping a bit, but he got his pace back. Harry wanted to jerk off himself too; it was getting uncomfortably tight in his jeans. So he started to grind himself on Malfoy's thighs, moving himself with the movements of his hand.

Malfoy watched, fascinated as Harry threw his head back and a small cry left his lips. Then he opened his eyes, looked Malfoy right in the eye and moved closer, breathing hard. Malfoy's breathing took a pace too; he was mesmerized with the brightness of Harry's eyes. He couldn't look away. Harry moved in closer and took Malfoy's lips into his mouth and kissed him with passion and urgency.

Two more tugs on Malfoy's hard cock; he came. He came fast, and hard, milking himself and Harry's hand too. He rested his head back and breathed out huffily, biting his lower lip, watching as Harry buried his face into the crook of his neck. Harry kissed the sweaty neck, liking the taste of it.

He just jerked Malfoy off, and he made it to the point where Malfoy couldn't talk, nor move. He felt a raw triumph feeling up his chest. He'd done it.

He kissed his way up to Malfoy's lips, leaving a small sweet kiss on it; he moved back a bit and watched as a small smile played on Malfoy's lips. He didn't know what he was feeling; he brushed the strands of hair off Malfoy's forehead.

Grey eyes opened and caught the green ones. Malfoy gave Harry a small smile, which Harry did not return. He was still preoccupied in his own little thoughts. He made Malfoy cum, and he himself came too, into his pants that is. It was official; he was into boys, more specifically he was into Malfoy, that much was clear, but what if this didn't work out? What if people started to find out? What were they going to do?

What was he going to do when he found out Malfoy's true loyalty in the war? Would he still be with him or was he going to end their relationship? He didn't know what he was going to do, but he was sure about one thing; he didn't want to know about it so soon, but knowing him and his fate, he'd find out about it by tomorrow.
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