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Beauty in the Darkness	By : Utopian Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter five: Happenings at the Astronomy Tower

The night had consisted of unspeakable passion and love. Each of us now rested in utter exhaustion.

As I did rest, I could merely lie there, finding myself incapable of slumber.

Harry, however, found quite the contrary, sleeping soundly, undisturbed, in a rather serene state. His head rested itself upon my chest, moving along with my rhythmic breathing. My shoulder was clutched by his strong grip. The beauty of his eyes was hidden by his closed lids. Small cooing noises unconsciously escaped his lips as he slept.

He was so peaceful, so happy, and as sleep had failed me, my eyes found his sweet resting body as some form entertainment. I watched his calm expression as he dreamt of happiness. I envied his sleep and his dreams; I have never experienced the dream world, for my sleep consists of constant black.

Our night together can only be described as unexpected. My intention had never been to end up with him asleep upon me, curled up on the hard floor next to the vibrant fire. I did not expect him to be hasty in pursuit of sex, nor to even return my affections, though I was pleased by the result of tonight.

As for the intimacy, it was beautiful, I found myself often staring into his eyes in pure stun at the fact that he was experiencing that moment with me. The mere thought of him in reality being with me was incredible, and I felt amazing for the entire night, even after the sexual fragment had ceased.

Though, it as well was extremely awkward, as many times sex can be. It was benevolent that I was indeed his first man, for he was knowledgeable of little about homosexual sex. As a result solely because of his innocence, I frequently found much of the positions uncomfortable.

I believe that I might possibly have been the boy’s first ever, as he had initially came quickly, after a mere minute or so. We continued, however, despite his embarrassment, taking some moments of rest in between, yet beginning once more.

I perhaps had pushed him a bit far, in my moment’s lust. Yet I was so exceedingly mesmerized by him I did not wish our intimacy to be hindered by his virginity. As I look into his solemn expression now, I feel cruel for pushing him, as little as it was. I love Harry, I can’t stand to hurt him, he’s so precious, so beautiful, and to hurt such a creature would be unspeakable torment.

As he continued to give he did begin to enhance his sexual abilities. At times I would experience intense pleasure, and during such times I found that my skin would become numb, odd it may seem to be numb in the process of receiving pleasure, yet numb I was. As the numbness overtook my weak body I found my bones aching for slightest bit of pain to relieve myself.

Deep into our second attempt at achieving the form of intimacy I aspired for, it was attained, and in this I found the pleasure at its zenith. With this sudden rise in pleasure, the numbness engrossed me. My body allowed sweat to pour down its ridges as if it were tearfully begging for me to do that in which I know I desire. I found avoiding the urge for pain impossible, and had to have something alleviate the numb feeling infesting my body.

I had glanced above Harry’s head, as we were plastered to the wall and found a sharp sliver of glass on a painting with the frame broken, hanging menacingly. My stormy eyes could not avoid its tease; they found it laid in plain view. It taunted me, and as I tried to forget it, I found I could not.

Harry’s head was facing away from me, to the floor, and I found this opportunity necessary. So I leaned forward, whispering sweet nothings into Harry’s ear, while discreetly removing the small sliver. I planted a kiss upon the back of Harry’s neck, as I made certain the glass was securely within my grasp. I reeled my arm back to my body. All of this was achieved while maintaining the rhythmic clashing of our bodies.

With the jagged glass pressed in between my fingers, I raised my arm a decent distance from my moist, moving body. I kept my other free hand atop Harry’s back, as to reassure myself he would not see my act of brutality towards my self. I hesitated; waiting until the moment I was sure to climax, being that particular moment the superlative to inflict pain upon myself.

I felt something erupt deep within my body, creating intense moans exiting my mouth. My eyes became hazy; my panting ceased, I could no longer breathe. I found the immediate ecstasies of orgasm absorb my body, and as such happened, I allowed my arm to bring itself to my side, bellow my ribs. My skin part immediately and the beauty of my inner crimson crept onto my flaxen skin, creating a ravishing contrast. I could barely see however, as the moment immediately following my release of blood, I came.

When my exhausted body found vision capable once more, I turned my head to take notice of the scarlet rivers that flowed rapidly down my body. The pain was hardly noticeable next to the beauty of my own blood; however, the pain had caused a huge release of my internal numbing and had made my orgasm all the more pleasurable.

Harry’s back straightened, his head began to turn towards me, and I feared his reaction to the blood flowing freely about my skin. So I brushed his black locks with my long fingers and whispered, ‘Stay facing the wall for a minute, love.’ He obeyed my command, being so naïve he possibly believed I was to perform something else, and so he remained with his back to me, facing the wall.

I immediately grasped my cloak and pressed the cloth to my opened cut, soaking the beautiful blood from any others site, ashamed of what I was. I despised myself for what I did, I felt as though I were a monster, a horridly repulsive monster, why would anyone but such a thing enjoy pain as I do?

Tears filled my eyes, and so to avoid weeping altogether, I pushed my lips onto the back of Harry’s neck. I heard slight moans escape his mouth, and I continued to kiss his neck and shoulders until I was sure the blood was soaked away.

Before I allowed him to face me, I removed the cloak to find, to my disappointed satisfaction that the blood now remained within the cut, however, I discovered the blood had left a stain upon my pale skin. I dampened my fingers with saliva and frantically wiped the blood stain from site. I smiled once I removed my fingers to find my skin as fair as always.

I finally allowed him to face me, and when he did such we held each other, relishing in the warmth of our bodies together. He said nothing of the deep gash resting upon the side of my body for the rest of our evening.

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The next day, I found it difficult to concentrate; in that each time I peered upon his delicate flesh, I reminisced when I had caressed that very skin ever so tenderly. Each time I gazed over to him as he conversed with those about him, and I watched his luscious, pink lips bob and jump about, I remembered when they had been pressed to my own lips.

He deliberately displayed no open affection towards me throughout the day, excluding our constant eye lock, for fear of others knowledge. I understood and complied with his fears, after all gossip at Hogwarts spreads at a tremendous rate, and not many view homosexuality in a kind manor. And as I can handle teasing and such, which comes with being gay, with Harry’s fame and his innocence I fear he would be too fragile to handle such attention. For the Boy Who Lived to be a homose wit with none other than Draco Malfoy, his impious enemy, would be such controversy, I doubt I even could stand so much attention.

Throughout the day I discovered Tuesdays were not that of perfection, for I had little classes with my Harry. Sadly, the only one class that we attended together Ast Astronomy, yet I found that particular lesson quite amusing.

As we studied the stars and made charts of the nonsense that they insist to teach us, I discovered that our classroom was not far from the room in which we had occupied the previous night. Harry, being involuntarily stationed close to where I sat, seemed to almost squirm each time I gazed even remotely near his blushing figure. Although I found utter delight in seeing him so incredibly embarrassed and shy, I found myself feeling a bit apologetic for him, for I knew what constant image loitered in his mind. And so it was my decision to remove some of the tension that was lingering about the two of us, with my traditional round of insuln hin his direction.

Without so much as even raising my eyes from the parchment before me, I audibly exclaimed towards my beloved, ‘You seem to be a bit flustered today, Scar Head.’

I did not look towards his direction, yet I knew his reaction, I felt his fear give a sudden jolt. I smirked to myself, as I took much amusement in his reactions towards me. I heard the quill that had been tangled in his fingers drop, following this sound was a soft scuttling of his fingers to retrieve the deserted quill. When the commotion had died, he released a sigh and stated in a low voice, ‘What’s it to you, Malfoy?’

My typical smirk swelled upon my face; I turned my eyes towards his. ‘No reason, Potter, you just are oddly distracting.’

His features hardened into a scowl. ‘Perhaps you should quit looking at me then,’ he growled.

The Weasel leaned over the table so that his disgusting face could be observed; I grimaced at the shock of his sudden ugliness.

‘Sod off, Malfoy!’

My smirk grew wider as I focused my gaze onto the Weasely. ‘Well, well, if it isn’t the Weasel. Oh, how I’ve missed our delightful conversations. And I hear you and the Mudblood are shagging. How’s that coming along? I can only imagine how absolutely repulsive you are in bed,’ I cruelly chuckled.

I heard a large bang, which seemed to have come from thegin gin of Harry’s hand being struck upon the desk before him. When my eyes found their way into the seething Harry’s, my grin spread.

‘You worthless git,’ he screamed as he stormed closer to myself. He flung his arms into the air, preparing his hands to land themselves upon my delicate skin.

Yet, before he could touch me I raised my hand before his positioned fist, and sighed, ‘Now, Potter, we have gone through this many times before. Each time it seems you hit me, take a short-lasting pleasure from my injury, and then end up in horrid trouble. So before you strike me let me ask you this, do you believe it is worth it? Because I will tell you this, most of the time when I whimper from your blow, it is merely an act to insure the worst punishment is set upon you. Do what you wish, but do not expect your hit to cause severe injury in my expense, for it does not.’ I added with a wink.

His anger seemed to have built throughout my speech, and he paid little heed to what I said, pushing his clenched hand hard onto my cheek, knocking me to the cold floor. My eyes watered from the sting, yet I did find the smallest bit of pleasure, and as well felt intrigued by his action. However, I felt my acting abilities had to take over now, so that proper punishment would be ensured.

‘As you wish, Potter,’ I snarled as I lifted myself from the ground, and launched myself onto his erect body, forcing him to the same place I had just laid.

My strong hands were situated atop his struggling shoulders holding him down, yet I made certain that my grip was not harsh enough to cause bruising. Students had now gathered around the scene we were creating, some cheering, some quiet. From behind their bodies I found the quick footsteps of the professor audible.

My stormy eyes gazed down softly into the beautiful emerald that lay beneath me. A miniscule smile, that only he could notice, twitched from my lips. His expression lessened, as he seemed to realize my game.

I heard the professor’s feet strike the ground as they moved through the gathered crowd. And so, I winked at my Harry, narrowed my eyes, attempted to hide my protruding grin, and barked, ‘How dare you, Potter!’

I raised my arm into the air when I knew the professor was nearing, and before I could go through the action of letting down my hand upon the beautiful Harry, I heard from behind me: ‘Mr. Malfoy, let go of Mr. Potter at once!’

My eyes remained in Harry’s as I grumbled, ‘He hit me first.’ I still sat above Harry, my legs on either side of his abdomen, my cock, which was now hard, against his chest; I did not wish to remove myself from this rather comfortable position. Harry made no effort to push me away, either, possibly taking as much pleasure in our pose as I.

‘He provoked me!’ screeched Harry, with what I saw, a glint of a smile.

‘I don’t care who hit who or who provoked who! Come with me at once!’

I raised myself away from his body with much difficulty. When I was fully vertical, I made certain that my arousal was not at all noticeable, which it was not, that's the beauty of our school robes. Walking, however, was a bit of a challenge, yet manageable. Though, I did not have to worry of this for too long, for at the mere site of Weasley my cock immediately deflated. I snickered at him, as he returned my action, yet our little exchange of hatred was cut short as I marched away with the professor and my Harry.

We were led down the stairs of the Astronomy Tower, across the lawn, and through the ancient castle until we reached Professor McGonagall’s office. There we found the elderly woman, infested with creases and wrinkles upon her course skin, and her gray hair pulled back into a tight bun at the top of her head. She sat behind her desk, her hands folded and situated atop the oak desk, her lips pursed, and her eyes watching each of us. She flicked her hand at the professor, and he exited the room.

‘What has happened now? Another fight?’ she sighed, as she eyed the two of us.

‘It was his fault,’ I muttered.

‘It was not! You provoked me!’ Harry snapped.

‘I did nothing of the sort,’ I said to the woman, ignoring Harry.

She lifted her hand into the air, portraying her desire for silence. ‘I do not care,’ she shortly said. ‘I am tired of you two always bickering. You have fought from the first day you arrived at Hogwarts, and nothing has ever changed between the two of you since.’

A grin begged to be released upon my lips, yet I held it back, taking a deep breath instead.

‘I have decided to give each of you a week’s detention together and perhaps you can learn to get along.’

Perfect, I had hoped that detention with him would be the result of our little fight. One week required alone with my Harry, this was to be absolute bliss.

I found her eyes moved to me, I stared back at her blankly. ‘I believe Professor Snape will concur with my course of punishment, if you wish, however, I will be pleased to ask his opinion.’

‘No, that wont be necessary,’ I said in a low tone, attempting to seem as though I despised her decision.

‘Professor,’ I heard the voice next to me say, ‘what might we be doing during this detention?’

‘That I have not yet decided, but you both will arrive at my classroom after supper tonight to instigate your first session.’ She took a moment to allow her eyes to brush across the two of us and then she flicked her hand, once more, to motion us to exit.

I followed behind Harry closely at his heels. Once a good distance from McGonagall’s office, I grasped his arm and dragged him into the bathroom, which rested conveniently near us.

Once the door had closed, and I had made certain that no other being was occupying the room; I took Harry into a tight embrace, and pressed my lips to his. Our lips parted after a short time and he seemed to be chuckling to himself. I cocked an eyebrow at his amusement; he responded to my gesture with a shaking of the head while saying, ‘You are a piece of work, Draco.’

I smirked. ‘Why thank you! Did you like my performance?’

He nodded his head, causing his black locks to temporarily hide his emerald eyes until the hair was pushed away by his fingertips. ‘At first I thought you were serious!’

I rolled my eyes. ‘I know. But that made it all the more believable, I suppose.’

‘You were brilliant! How did you know we’d get in detention together?’

I shrugged.

‘Well, anyways, what was the point of that? We’d still see just as much of one another without detention.’

‘We still need to keep up our image of being enemies, love,’ I sighed as I let my fingers dance through his hair, entangling themselves in his long strands. ‘Unless of course,’ I looked deeply into his eyes, ‘you want to come out about us.’

His soft grip made my fingers cease their dance. ‘We can’t,’ he said tersely.

I stared into him for a moment, watching his eyes fill with fear of the possibility of myself allowing others to know of our relationship. ‘Do not worry you, my love,’ I whispered, ‘No one shall know.’

His face softened, and a smile broadened. ‘So are we to continue this staged fighting?’

‘Yes, I suppose,’ I heaved a great s ‘Bu ‘But no matter, I rather enjoy it.’

‘I’ve noticed,’ he chuckled.

My heart leaped at the sound of his laugh, that mere laugh brings my soul warmth. I allowed a snort to escape as my fist gently tapped his shoulder, in a flirtatious playfulness.

We quickly parted ways only a few minutes later, for our next class awaited our arrival. I felt saddened once he was no longer in sight, as my heart became colder once more. However, I remained feeling the slightest bit of happiness at the thought of what tonight’s detention would bring. I would remain in a dark trance, though, until tonight arrived.
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