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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 6:

“Okay, if last year you were in the team, that does not mean that you are going to be in the team this year, is that clear?”

It was mid-November, and it was raining lightly, Harry was holding out try-outs for his Gryffindor Quidditch team. He had been branded as the team Captain for this year, and he was slightly nervous. Nobody was listening to him; they were all talking to themselves, clicking their Beather’s bats, plucking out some dry leaves out of their broomsticks or just looking lazily around themselves. Only Ron was standing at the front looking pale and miserable, and waiting for his friend to give a shout-out to start the training.

“Guys, uhm…” Harry began helplessly, his own nervousness getting the better of him and he stopped mid-short, panic taking its place. What if he failed miserably? What if he couldn’t teach them?

“I said shut it!” it was Ginny. Harry turned his slightly and saw her blushing slightly, but from the raise of her chin it was obvious she had her Gryffindor courage at its best place. Whereas Harry…

“Thank you,” he murmured to her, who only nodded in reply. Harry raised his voice slightly and said, “Now, as I was saying, if you made to the team, that still does not mean you are staying in the team this year, is that clear?” Nobody said or made a move. Harry sighed and scratched the back of his neck. This was ridiculous. “I want you all to split into teams; who are signing up as Beaters in one place, Keepers at one, Chasers at one, and we don’t have Seekers, for obvious reasons. What are you all waiting for? Get the move on!” Everyone scrambled up into action.

Harry runs a hand through his wet hair in frustration. He looked up at the stands and saw that Hermione and Luna were sitting together, talking to each other, a little away from them, Lavender Brown was holding her scarf like a lifeline and was watching, no ogling after Ron. Harry chuckled under his breath. The two were too stubborn, like Neville and Luna, or like Hermione and…did she even have someone in her life now? Or him and Malfoy.

Harry shook his head and looked up to see his team members were in groups as he instructed them; so far so good. He made them to mount their brooms and making a circle fly roundly over the stadium. Harry watched them closely; jotting down some notes on the clipboard that he was holding, and thanks to Hermione’s small charming spells the rain wasn’t wetting the paper. Harry looked up again and called them to do some loops and to zigzag through the air and stuff like that, and all the time Harry was writing down approvals of the people. Some of them were horrible, some descent, and some pretty well; Ron was into a descent ones.

Harry sighed and plopped down on the wet grass, not caring for getting dirty and such; he looked up at the players again, giving out instructions and such. When he was satisfied with their tactics, he called them all to the ground, jotted down some notes and then stood up. He was brushing off some grass from his robes when he saw Ron approach him.

“You okay mate?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, just wanted to let you know that a snake is wandering around the stadium…” said Ron carefully and looked down at his gloves.

“What?” Harry’s head snapped up so quickly his neck cracked a bit and he rubbed a hand on the offended neck.

“Malfoy,” Ron said simply, and jerked a head over where the unmistakable blond head was visible. Harry’s stomach filled with butterflies, heart starting beating wild, he looked up, and indeed; there he was, sitting to himself, with a big black umbrella open over his head. “I’d like him gone if I were you, Harry.”

Harry frowned, “Why?”

Ron shrugged and continued with the same monotone voice, “Well, you know, he plays for the Slytherin’s, could be a spy or something, couldn’t he?”

“Malfoy? A spy?” Harry laughed, “Nah, let him be.”

Ron gave him a long and weird look, then shrugged and walked away from Harry. Harry in turn mentally kicked himself. ‘Let him be’ really? It wasn’t something that Harry would say, but he did, and now Ron was all suspicious on him. Brilliant. Harry scratched his forehead feeling tired suddenly. The coin in his pocket heated up. He looked around carefully, seeing as the team players were acting childishly once again, and Ron was somewhere off, he took out the coin.

‘What a day…’

Harry smiled slightly, ‘Yeah, not the best day so far.’

‘I know what you mean.’

‘Do you?’

‘Yes. Because I’d love to found out who are you stranger, it has been months since we’ve started to talk, right?’

‘Yes.’

‘So, don’t you think it’s time for me to found out about you?’

Harry froze. Yes, they had known each other through the coin for months now, and Harry hasn’t given him a clue of who he was. He was afraid. So much has happened between them; Malfoy was free to talk to the ‘mysterious boy’ about anything, but with Harry, he would built up some invisible wall, not wanting Harry to get closer to him. And Harry was being selfish. He wanted Malfoy and he wasn’t ready to lose him yet. They had so many things to do together, so many things.

‘I’m sorry Malfoy, but I still can’t tell you who I am, because…’ Harry stopped. He looked side-ways at Malfoy, who was still sitting to himself looking down at his hands.

‘Because what?’

‘Because…’ Harry swallowed. His hands shook as he tapped his wand at the coin once again, before placing it back into his pocket. ‘Because I don’t want to lose you, not yet…’

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The practice went brilliantly. Harry didn’t choose anyone yet, because he still had some thinking to do. Ginny was on fire as always. She did not miss any opportunity to send the Quaffle into the round hoops, and Ron only missed one goal. Dean has showed up for Chasing, which he was quite good at, and there were lots of others who were good too. And Harry didn’t know who to choose.

The rain was still coming strong, and Harry lifted his head up to feel it on his face. He was all alone in the stadium and he enjoyed his alone time a little. Mounting his broom he kicked off the grounds at full speed. The wind splashed his hair back and he let out a joyful laugh, loving the accelerating feeling that he got whenever he’d ride the broom. He shivered lightly as he remembered of what else gave him the same joyful feelings and he stopped mid-air. Malfoy. He had been here when he was practicing. He turned around and searched the stands, but there was no one there. He squashed down the feeling of disappointment and swerved his broom again, and started to go round the stadium again.

When he was satisfied with himself he touched the ground softly and walked towards the locker rooms, a thunder storm cracking the skies. Harry, shivering, stripped off his clothes and walked into the showers. Turning on the hot water he started to clean himself from dirt and sweat, and then his thoughts went back to Malfoy again.

They were kind of together now, they jerked each other off, and they kissed. And Harry failed his small mission of finding out about Malfoy’s true loyalties, right? But he still had time. There were still Christmas holidays, maybe they could spend it together? Yeah right, Harry snorted, highly unlikely.

Harry rinsed himself off the soap and shampoo, and walked out of the shower, dripping wet. He walked to his lockers and started to dry himself off with his towel. Yes, they were kind of together, but whenever they’d manage spend some alone time together, Harry would feel insecure about himself. He wasn’t ready to take their relationship to the next level; he wasn’t ready to come out to his friends. He knew how Ron would react to the news; he wouldn’t talk to Harry at all. Dean and Seamus, Harry already knew about them so there was nothing to pretend about, but he wasn’t sure of how they’d react to Harry’s news. And Neville, well he’d be Harry’s friend as long as he could hold on to it. The only problem was Ron, really. Harry knows about Ron’s beliefs on relationships between males. He wasn’t a homophobe, nor he was against them, but he only wanted to stay clear of them. He was kind of scared, in a weird way, and Harry still didn’t understand why it was, and he didn’t want to find out soon.

The only thing Harry was going to lose because of his sexuality was losing Ron’s friendship. And he really didn’t want it. Maybe he could persuade Hermione, to give Ron a heads-up before he could talk to him about it? But Hermione seemed to be really distracted these past months, and Ron was all over Lavender, and Harry was sure that their small friendly talk would be useless. Because Hermione would start her passionate talk about gay rights, and Ron would start mumble something incoherent and then snap at Hermione, and they wouldn’t talk to each other for weeks. And it’d be all because of Harry.

Harry sighed and started to button up his shirt. It fit him perfectly and Harry loved it. He loved his body too, but only when he was alone. If there was someone else in the room too, then Harry would try to not expose much of his skin. Maybe he was paranoid about it, he didn’t know, but the fact remained this; he wasn’t ready for the next stage of the relationship with Malfoy.

What if, him and Malfoy, met up again in the Room of Requirement and everything would get out of hand, what was Harry going to do? Was he going to stop Malfoy from taking it further, or was he going to just chuck away his insecurities and just enjoy himself for Merlin’s sake?

Harry groaned and with a thump, his head landed on the wall. He closed his eyes and breathed softly, kicking himself mentally for his weakness and his thoughts. He didn’t know why he was thinking about this now. It wasn’t like him and Malfoy had a date in an hour or so. Well, ok, it wasn’t a date, they had to meet each other in an hour, but it wasn’t a date or anything. They had these meetings for months now and each ‘date’ as went by their intensity, their raw passion would make it to the surface and they couldn’t hold back their hands to themselves. And Harry was positive that the next time they’d meet he was going to run from the room if Malfoy did anything funny to him.

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Harry was slammed to the wall, and was being kissed in no time. At first he was cautious, almost scared, but then the familiar scent and taste of Malfoy calmed him down considerably and he kissed back with equal urge and passion. Harry let his tongue slip into his mouth, groaning as he felt the way Malfoy’s tongue danced around his mouth, playing with his own. Their noses bumped, cheeks touching as Malfoy angled Harry’s face up a bit and plunged his tongue deeper in Harry’s mouth. Merlin, Harry liked this; liked Malfoy being in charge for everything that happened between them, being in charge on Harry.

Harry moaned desperately, wantonly, he jerked his hips forward and grabbed Malfoy’s too, thrusting his hips up, trying to get some sort of a relief from the passion and heat that was filling up in his cock. “Oh God…” his voice broke as Malfoy started to kiss and lick his way down to Harry’s neck and earlobe. Malfoy pulled back from Harry. Harry barely opened his eyes when he was turned around, and Malfoy roughly pushed Harry, face first, against the wall, and spoke in a low growl into his ear.

"One day Potter, I'm going to fuck you so hard, that you won't be able to walk straight."

One day, good thing it isn’t today, Harry shivered and bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan that so wanted to escape from him. He felt Malfoy's hands coming to rest on his chest and starting to unbutton his shirt, leaving a hot-trail of electricity at his wake, his fingers scratching on his firm chest; his hand moving lower. Harry braced himself at the first touch of Malfoy's hand on his cock. He arched his back and threw his head back, moaning as Malfoy bit into his neck, his hand slowly moving up and down on him. Harry hissed as Malfoy lightly touched the head of him.

Malfoy’s hand started to work faster now; Harry started to thrust his hips up, trying to meet with Malfoy’s hand movement, but failed. His breath caught in his chest as he started to feel the tell tale signs of the first oncoming orgasm. He looked down at his eager cock as a small amount of pre-cum dripped out of the head. “Merlin…” he whispered and braced himself on the wall with his hands, breathing fast and shallow, he let out a small cry and seconds later he came. He never thought he’d be so satisfied from jerking off. Maybe it was the fact that it was Malfoy’s doing, or maybe he wasn’t touching himself as much as he had to.

Either way, he was truly satisfied.

Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, drawing him closer. Harry felt him rest his head on his back, kissing the side of his neck, he murmured, “You are incredible…”

“I should probably be the one to tell you that, not the other way ‘round,” Harry joked breathlessly, but he was feeling giddy of what Malfoy has said to him. Malfoy chuckled and moved back from Harry. Adjusting his clothes, he helped Harry to get himself back to normal too. As Malfoy worked on his buttons, Harry looked at his face. He seemed relaxed; there was no smirk, no smugness to his face, just a relaxed sixteen year old teenager face. Unconsciously, he flicked a fringe off Malfoy’s forehead, smiling softly at Malfoy as he gazed down at Harry. And he was taller than him too, and Harry had to strain his neck, and move on his tip-toes to kiss Malfoy on the mouth, before moving to seat on the couch that presented itself almost immediately as Malfoy shoved Harry up the wall. Harry was still shaking from the aftermath.

Malfoy shook his head, and followed Harry, sitting close to him, and taking Harry up in his arms. Harry went willingly; he tucked his feet under his bum and rested himself in Malfoy’s comfortable arms. Harry laid his head on Malfoy’s shoulder, his face resting at the crook of Malfoy’s neck; he’d plant soft kisses whenever he pleased. They sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company; eventually Harry stirred and pulled back a bit. “What do you want to talk about today?”

Malfoy gave him a small smile and a shrug. They had talked about practically everything and nothing. Technically Harry knew about Malfoy more than he let the blond boy know. Their conversations through the Galleon were not something to go by. “I don’t really know.”

Harry bit his lip, he wanted to know, but he was scared, of his reaction and nothing else. To hell with it, “Tell me about your childhood.”

What he wasn’t prepared for was Malfoy’s sudden change of demeanor; he went from relaxed to alert in a matter of seconds. Harry moved away from him slightly and frowned, “If you don’t want to talk about it, then that’s fine.” Harry was quick to say.

Malfoy made a small noise in the back of his throat and stood up. He run a hand over his head and sighed. Rubbing the back of his neck, he walked towards the window that presented itself in the room. Harry assumed that Mafloy wanted to have something to look at other than his face, or the couch or the coffee table. “If you didn’t want to know, you wouldn’t have asked,” said Malfoy in a loud and clear voice.

Harry flinched as he heard the coldness in his voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up, slowly he walked towards Malfoy. He hated seeing him like this; so uptight, so cold. Harry scolded himself for his open-mouth; sometimes, alright, all the time he’d talk about things or about things that would make Malfoy like this. Harry wanted to get closer, but it was costing him a lot. Malfoy was all open and friendly with him, and Harry would do this to him in a matter of seconds. He wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s lean waist and kissing his shoulder-blades; he rested his cheek on it, and murmured “I’m sorry. I won’t ask any question to you, promise.”

He felt him shake his head, “No, Potter, its fine, I just…you just threw me off guard, that’s it. Really.”

“It’s ok,” Harry tightened his hold on him closing his eyes. He liked hugging Malfoy, he was soft and manly, and it was nice being able to hold someone. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

Malfoy was silent for a good measure of time, and then he puffed out a breath and laughed bitterly. “There’s nothing to talk about really, my childhood was filled with attending to parties with my parents. I did have favorite toys and such, but I never got to play with them. Father thought that I was being too childish for my own good, he thought that I should be raised from when I was still a toddler, and mother let him, because she couldn’t tell no to him,” Malfoy sighed and turned around slightly, seeing the concerned face of Harry he smiled slightly and kissed his forehead. “When it was time for Hogwarts, he changed rapidly.”

“Changed?” Harry asked dumbly. Malfoy nodded, and looked pointedly at Harry, which in turn frowned. How could Lucius Malfoy change? He could only change into a total arse. Which he…did. “Oh Merlin…what did he do to you?” Harry whispered and moved closer to Malfoy, hugging him.

“Why do you always assume the bad Potter?” murmured Malfoy, resting his head on top of Harry, and breathing in softly.

“I don’t know, Malfoy…”

“Alright, alright,” he said, and sighed, Harry waited for with a berated breath. When Malfoy spoke, his voice shook slightly, “He turned into a total bastard. Thinking that I got my wand in my hand and that I was ready for a proper duel, he just…unexpectedly started to throw hex after hex on me. I didn’t know what to do, so I hid myself in my room, unconsciously locking the door after me. I was scared; I was only eleven when he did that to me. I wouldn’t open my door to anyone; I haven’t seen my mother for two months straight. It was a good thing that I had my own house-elf to serve me, because I wouldn’t survive all by myself. I asked Timby not to let anyone in-”

“Timby?” asked Harry, his voice filled with amusement.

“Yes, Timby, I named her,” there was sadness in Malfoy’s voice which Harry didn’t like. He tightened his hold on Malfoy’s waist and kissed his chest softly. “When I left my rooms in time for Hogwarts, I was met by my father’s wrath for disobeying him. So he punished me with the only way that he was capable of…” Malfoy cleared his throat and shifted a bit, wrapping his arms around Harry he continued, his voice a soft drawl in Harry’s ear. “He hurt her. He hurt my Timby. I…I hated him for that. She was so hurt, that I didn’t know what to do. He just…”

Harry held Malfoy tighter to him, horrified at what he had just said. Lucius was a bastard; a cruel bastard. Doing something like this to his own son, hurting his loyal and favorite creature right in front of him, and Malfoy being only eleven, was not something Harry appreciated. He felt like his own life was a lie. He thought that Malfoy had been a spoilt little brat, who got everything he wanted, who got loving and caring parents. But that was all a lie; it was all a rumor for Malfoy, to hold his place in public, not taking a step back from his superiority. But in reality he was as much of a hurt and abused little boy, as Harry.

Harry realized that they had a lot of things in common. And he felt like a bastard for what he had done to Malfoy in past, and what was he still doing to him now.

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“I had a great time,” Draco murmured to Potter as he slowly and thoroughly kissed his breath away.

“mmm….me too…” murmured Potter to him and Draco felt him straining himself up on the tip of his toes to get to Draco’s lips. Draco laughed softly, and dipped down a bit too to kiss Potter properly.

Like always their kiss turned from small sweet kiss, into a heated one in a matter of seconds. Potter moaned deep inside of his chest and pressed his body closer to Draco’s, which in turn didn’t let the opportunity pass, and wrapping his arms around Potter’s waist, moved him closer. They were so wrapped up around each other that they didn’t hear the small footsteps coming towards them. After all, they were in the middle of a corridor, no doubt someone would spot them.

“Harry,” with a gasp the two boys broke apart and with a gasp they realized that they had been caught by non-other than Hermione Granger and professor Snape.

“Well, well, well, let’s see what we have here…” Snape said, his lips curling into a small smirk.

“Professor,” said Draco, his voice tight.

“Mr. Malfoy, care to explain?” asked Snape, his voice a silky drawl.

“No, sir,” said Draco and looked at Potter’s blushing face, “there’s nothing to explain.”

“Very well-”

“Other than the fact, that…” he looked at Granger for a brief second who was biting her lip, and was shaking her head slowly, her eyes praying with him not to say a word further. “…it won’t happen again.” He heard Potter’s small gasp of surprise. Draco took Potter’s hand in his and gave it a small reassuring squeeze and thanking Merlin for standing close to each other so Granger and Snape didn’t see what he just did. He heard Potter sigh in relief, and he let out his own sigh of relief.

Snape was still looking at them with narrowed eyes, and Draco thought that he was still going to torment them with questions. But he was surprised when Snape spoke. “Very well then, off you go then. You are both lucky that it was still 5 minutes to curfew. Be off with you.” And turned sharply around walking down the corridor, Granger looked after professor, then walked quickly towards Potter and hissed.

“You have some explaining to do Harry James Potter,” and with that she turned sharply around too, and walked after Snape. When they were out of their sights, Draco breathed out in relief and turned to see Potter’s still blushing face looking at him.

“I don’t know what happened to Snape, but thank Merlin we didn’t get a detention,” said Draco lightly and brushed his knuckles over Potter’s cheek.

“I know what happened to him, but I won’t tell you, don’t look that excited,” said Potter and chuckled at Draco’s pouting face. “Aw…” Potter stood up on his tip toes again and kissed Draco’s cheek lightly, turned around and walked away from Draco with a wave of a hand.

Draco stood there, transfixed of the events that had just happened in a matter of minutes. Draco rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, and shaking his head in disbelief walked down the same way as Potter just went. He heard a noise and stopped short, hiding in the alcove of the wall, with a berated breath he listened to two people conversing.
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