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To Find The Missing Lifeline	By : EvilConcubine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37353 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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6. Of White Roses

     Harry was confused. He was literally beating his head about the way he could impress a person with such sophisticated tastes. He'd already purchased the presents for all of his friends, but for Draco he wanted something exceptional.

     Draco had the same problem. Thankfully, his Gringotts accounts weren't frozen, but he could withdraw only a defined sum of money once in a month. However, given that he was at school and didn't need to pay for most of the things, he had enough to buy something worthy for both Harry and Severus, whose birthday was not far off, on top of everything. So, after taking Polyjuice to change his appearance, he went shopping.

     Christmas, or Winter Solstice, as he was used to call it, because he was living in the Wizarding World all of his life, had passed quietly for Draco. He was waiting for Harry and got his letter with greetings. He sent his own back with Harry's Snowflake. They arranged to meet in the first of January to go to Hogsmeade.

     Both of them were beaming with joy when they finally met. They bought a lot of sweets in Honeydukes Sweetshop and went for a long walk through the snow-covered, festive village and its outskirts. Harry smiled and quietly cast a warming charm on his friend, seeing that he'd started to get cold. Draco closed his eyes at the flood of warmth embracing him. Harry's magic itself felt warm and comforting.

     It was already evening and they decided to go back to Hogwarts. They came to Draco's room and had some hot tea with the purchased sweets. Draco took a present for Harry from his desk.

"Merry Christmas, Winter Solstice and happy New Year, Harry," he said. The Gryffindor twiddled a small, round, silver box in his hands, and then opened it curiously. It appeared to be a compass. It was wholly made of silver with the beautifully engraved tracery. The dark-blue pointer was made of sodalite.

"It's beautiful," Harry said quietly.

"It's not just a compass. It can help you to find people you really care about. Just close your eyes, concentrate and think about the certain person, and it will point at their direction no matter how far they are. The closer you are to that person, the brighter the compass shines," Draco explained. Harry closed his eyes and thought about him with a smile on his face. When he opened his eyes the compass was pointing at the blond and shined brightly with the pure, bluish light, illuminating the room and making Draco's skin look nacreous. The grey eyes glowed like the most precious gemstones. Harry held his breath at the beauty that looked more heavenly than earthly.

"What a wonderful gift. Thank you," he said, very impressed.

"I haven't hoped to exceed your expectations," Draco smiled at the fascinated Gryffindor.

"But you did. Now it's my turn." Harry took something out of his pocket. "Close your eyes," he said. Draco complied. A moment later he felt that something was put on his neck. He shivered slightly and held his breath when Harry's fingers touched the back of his neck gently, fastening the small chain.

"Merry Christmas and Winter Solstice, Draco."

"May I open my eyes?"

"Yes, you may," Harry allowed. Draco opened his eyes and approached the mirror. The round black gemstone, set in white gold, was hanging on his neck. The golden rim was decorated with magical symbols. The chain was also made of white gold.

"It's... expensive. You shouldn't have to..." Draco was slightly taken aback.

"Look who's talking," Harry smiled, extending a hand with the silver compass. "And besides, I always thought that princes must be presented with worthy gifts."

"But I'm not a prince." The blond was now feeling warmth on his cheeks. Of course, it wasn't exactly the gift that made him feel this way, but the giver.

"Yes, you are," Harry insisted. "The tradesman asserted that this amulet protects the person that carries it from any nightmares and guards their dreams. Don't know if it's true, but I thought it would look good on you."

"Thank you. I like it very much."

"And this..." Harry gave him a framed picture. It was a moving picture of them, standing near the Forbidden Forest last autumn. It had been taken after the restaurant, the same day Harry had purchased his camera for that occasion. They looked very nice together, standing shoulder to shoulder. Draco's wand shed light at them and their surroundings.

"I nearly forgot about this photograph," Draco chuckled.

"So did I," Harry confessed.

"Thank you for everything."

"And you."

     Before sleep Draco's fingers absently trifled with the amulet on his neck. It had been a wonderful day and he was replaying it in his mind, looking at the photograph on his bedside table.

     The next day Harry came to him in the morning, hoping that the blond wouldn't mind about the early visit. Draco had awakened just some minutes before he came. The blond was dressed in light silk pyjamas with a dressing gown over it: silk, black, long and unfastened.

"Let's go for a walk," Harry invited.

"All right. Give me a moment," Draco replied sleepily.

     Harry was waiting for him for about an hour while the blond was preening and dressing himself, but the brunet wasn't complaining. And then they were walking near the school and the Quidditch pitch, discussing many different things. The school lands looked so peaceful and empty, because the overwhelming majority of the students were away, spending their holidays with families or friends. Unconsciously Harry touched Draco's hand a couple of times, while they were talking, giving his friend a hard time as the blond tried his best to stay composed. Harry didn't know what those touches were doing to Draco, who started to wonder how he would live with his feelings without revealing them accidentally someday.

     They spent the whole day together and in the evening they just roamed about the quiet corridors aimlessly. They only stopped in the dungeons.

"You should go out of your dungeons more often," Harry said.

"In your company," Draco added.

"I agree."

"Well..." Goodness, their good-byes had become even harder lately!

"Well..." Harry echoed with a sigh, feeling the same.

"Will you come tomorrow?" 'Why am I asking, knowing the answer perfectly well?'

"Of course. I could show you the Gryffindor's tower. It seems I'm alone in there."

"Feeling lonely?" Draco smiled. It was one of those special smiles, as Harry noticed, without knowing if his eyes had failed him once again... or not.

"Not really. It's usually very noisy. Too noisy," he replied, trying to tame his heart that was beating suspiciously fast.

"So you do not regret leaving Weasleys?"

"I don't. Why should I regret spending time with you?"

"I'm glad," the blond purred with the deep, quiet voice, literally drowning in the green eyes.

"I thought it was obvious," Harry said quietly, noticing how close to each other they were now standing. He was focused on the beautiful features in front of him.

"Perhaps..." Draco whispered. Before he knew it, he moved closer and pressed his lips to Harry's. The kiss was very soft and almost chaste, but not quite. It didn't last long; just a few seconds. Realising what he was doing, Draco opened his eyes and saw Harry's that were opened wide. It seemed only the spectacles prevented them from popping out of his head. The Slytherin's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He flinched and made a step back, shocked with himself and mortified. He cursed himself for yielding to the impulse like a stupid fool. 'I ruined everything... It's over,' he thought sorrowfully, completely sure that Harry wouldn't want even to talk to him after that.

"S-sorry... I shouldn't have done it... I'm sorry," he stuttered nervously. Harry didn't respond, still shocked. Draco turned away and was about to run away in shame when two strong hands grasped his thin shoulders from behind. 'He's going to beat me up for what I've done...' It was the only thing the blond could think of. Quickly and suddenly he was turned around to face Harry, and pressed against the wall almost roughly. Their breaths shortened. The blond gasped. He wasn't given any time to recover; Harry kissed him, pushing his tongue into Draco's warm mouth rather aggressively. Draco's almost timid kiss had untied his hands and he could hardly control himself now. The kiss was greedy, insatiable, insane, deep, wet and persistent, leaving no way to retreat. It was so imperious that Draco complied entirely and closed his eyes. His heart sank; it was too good to be truth. His face was flushed just as Harry's. They were both trembling and moaned into each other's mouths. Without breaking the kiss, the brunet let go of Draco's shoulders, assured that the blond wouldn't attempt to run away anymore, allowing him to wrap his arms around him. They both were aroused to no end. Gods... Harry had always wanted to touch Draco's hair. It was his secret wish since he'd been thirteen or even twelve years old. And he wasn't disappointed. The platinum blond hair was incredibly soft and smooth. Both bodies were pressed closely to each other. Draco threw his head back, breaking the kiss, inhaled sharply and cried out loudly at the sensation of Harry's arousal pressed against his. He felt wetness of pre-come in his boxers. He was very close already, unable to control it.

"Into your room..." Harry whispered breathlessly into his ear and kissed it, sending another wave of shivers through the blonde's body that was aching badly for the release. They hardly stopped kissing and embracing each other on the way to the room. It seemed to be so far away and they moved too slowly and unsteadily, stopping from time to time. It was insanely hot, making it hard for them not only to walk, but to stand as well.

     Draco was weak in his knees. He held Harry tight with both arms, and finally his legs gave out and he subsided down on the floor, pulling the Gryffindor onto himself as they were kissing. Harry found himself lying on Draco's trembling body, looking into the grey half-lidded eyes and at the sensual, parted lips, and he was now aware that they wouldn't make it to the room. Here and now, despite any common sense... The painfully aroused blond started to grind his hips against Harry's. He was panting and arching his back. He didn't care about lying on the cold, hard floor; he felt too hot even to think about it. The dark-haired youth could hardly breathe. He pressed his flushed cheek to Draco's and started to rock on him, making the pressure of their groins unbearable. It was too much. Draco's shaking sighs and gasps against his ear made it even harder to last and Harry was now moaning helplessly. With the soft, short cries the blond convulsed and came. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He groaned deeply, pressing himself harder to the body beneath his own, and came, too.

     He was kissing the blonde's face while his breathing was calming.

"Come on... We have to get up. If your godfather finds us like this, he'll give me a life-time detention or simply kill me," Harry whispered with a small smile. He got up and helped Draco. They kissed again, this time gently. 'No... This can't be happening. Not to me. Anyone else... not me,' Draco thought, feeling dizzy and a little too shocked to think clearly. Speechless, they reached the Slytherin's room and entered. Password was the only thing that was said. Silence was awkward, but neither of them could find any words at all. Their eyes locked and they kissed again. Their hands felt more uninhibited now, so they were touching each other. Kisses became more lustful, renewing their arousal. Draco started to undress himself slowly, looking into Harry's eyes uncertainly, just to find out if he was doing the right thing. But the brunet took his hands in his, kissed them and slowly started to undress Draco himself, kissing his face and neck. The blond was shivering and moaning quietly. He gasped when his shirt was opened and Harry's hands touched his naked chest. Harry inclined his head and kissed the small and hard nipple. He made Draco sit down on the edge of the bed and kneeled, unbuttoning his trousers. He pulled them down and noticed the graceful move of the blonde's hips as Draco was helping him, leaning back on his elbows. The Gryffindor slowly kissed both hipbones that were visible above the waistband of short, black, silk boxers. He already started to undress himself.

     The boxers and the unbuttoned white shirt were the only things that remained on Draco and Harry was only in his briefs now. They were lying in bed, holding each other in their arms. Two almost naked bodies were pressed together and they were panting and shivering at the touch. The blond slipped out of his shirt.

"...Want a surprise? I've never... Not even what we've just had in the corridor..." he whispered. Harry looked into his eyes and kissed his trembling lips gently. He wondered how far he would be allowed to go, but felt so desired at the same time. Slowly they explored each other's bodies with their hands.

     Harry turned the blond on his back and kissed his neck, starting to move down, almost without breaking the contact of his lips and tongue with Draco's skin. He teased both pink, hard nipples with his tongue, sucked and nipped them gently, gaining more whimpers and mewls of pleasure from the other youth, who was caressing Harry's head and the back of his neck with his hand. The brunet was pleased to discover that the blond was utterly responsive and sensitive. He moved lower, tickling the pale, covered with goose pimples, skin with his hair, caressing Draco's both sides with his warm hands and leaving a faint wet trace of saliva on his slightly quivering abdomen. Another loud moan made his erection twitch. The blonde's lithe body began to reach forward to Harry's kisses and touches instinctively. His face was slightly flushed and his eyes were closed. Never in his life he'd felt anything like this.

     Harry turned him on his stomach and positioned him on his four. Draco looked back slightly nervous, but didn't protest.

"I want you so much..." Harry whispered softly, kissing him between his shoulder-blades. "But you can stop me any moment, okay?" he promised. The blond nodded without looking back. The dark-haired youth slowly pulled down Draco's silk boxers, just as wet in the front as his own briefs, due to the event in the corridor. He went hot and cold all over at the arousing sight. The blond blushed, hiding his face in the pillow. All of it still seemed unbelievable. Harry wanted to make it special for both of them, since, it appeared, he was in charge. At least, he had some experience when the other boy was virgin. He kissed his ivory buttocks, making the blond pant. Loud, surprised gasp escaped Draco when the hot, wet tongue drew a line from his scrotum to the small of his back. He gasped again when said tongue started to tease his entrance and finally pushed inside slightly. His testicles tightened.

"Hnn... What are you... Aahah!.. Oh, gods..." It was too embarrassing to be so pleasant. The Gryffindor chuckled in his mind at the squirming and moaning blond. His both hands were sliding up and down Draco's smooth sides and hips slowly, and then his one hand snaked between his thighs, almost clenched together, and started to stroke his hard erection without stopping to kiss his entrance, lick it, suck it and push his tongue in and out of the overstrained and aroused body. He wanted Draco so bad...

"Do you have anything to use as a lube?" he asked quietly.

"A salve in the bathroom..." the Slytherin whispered, barely able to speak.

     Harry quickly found a small jar with the salve to treat bruises, but it wouldn't have any effect other than lubrication for the purpose he intended to use it. He returned in bed and took his briefs off, freeing his hard flesh that pulsated with every beat of his heart. The blond turned his face back to take a look at his lover's naked body. Harry applied the salve on his erection and moved Draco's knees apart. The blond almost froze in breathless expectation. Just an hour ago he'd hardly dreamed about a kiss with the one he loved, and now he was standing on his knees and elbows, naked and slightly embarrassed.

"I won't hurt you," the brunet promised, caressing Draco's back with his hand, and positioned himself behind him.

     Harry was entering him very slowly. He didn't want to screw up and hurt Draco; he promised not to. Unwittingly the Slytherin was tightening and relaxing his inner muscles around the intruding, almost excessively lubricated member as it was brushing against his sensitive spot. His own erection twitched at the pleasant and unfamiliar sensation, and he was sighing and gasping. Harry, on the contrary, was holding his breath, penetrating into the incredibly tight, quivering heat that was enveloping him pleasantly. But soon his breath escaped as a moan. The pleasure was spreading throughout him. The blond moaned at the touch of Harry's testicles when the hard flesh was fully buried inside of him. The sensation of being filled was a little uncomfortable, but, for the most part, it felt good and utterly arousing just like the very thought of having Harry inside of him. He exhaled shakily.

"Shhh... It's okay..." Harry whispered and kissed his back.

     He felt very grateful that he was let in; inside this beautiful body... And he couldn't help but feel flattered that no one had ever touched the blond like this; not that it was really important for Harry, but his ego was pleased. It was like a wonderful secret he alone had been shared with. He started to move slowly, hoping that he would last long enough. Gradually and slowly he increased the speed and soon he could move harder and faster, hitting Draco's prostate almost violently with the powerful trusts, making the blond writhe and thrash with the high-pitched cries, moans and choking gasps. Draco was beside himself with intense pleasure shocking his senses. The pre-come was dripping down on the sheets under him. He was so very close. He would have felt embarrassed about the sounds he was making and how pathetic and almost pitiful they were, but he couldn't help it. And Harry enjoyed those sounds greatly. They were another factor that was driving him crazy.

     Finally, Harry cried out in immense pleasure, pressing himself firmly against the blonde's backside and holding his sides with his hands. The feeling of being filled with hot semen, along with couple of strokes of Harry's hand that held his member, brought Draco to the point of no return. A loud shriek escaped his throat, out of his very being. His flat stomach pulled in, his whole body shuddered in deep orgasm and he released himself hard on the sheets beneath him. Harry collapsed on him, holding him with both arms. He felt like he'd given everything away and now was blissfully exhausted. Draco subsided on his stomach with the Gryffindor on his back. They were lying like this for some time, catching their breath. Harry's limp and wet member slowly slid out of Draco's body.

     Soon, after cleaning themselves, they started to fall asleep, embracing each other under the blanket and looking into each other's eyes silently. Draco found the long-awaited joy and contentment in his lover's arms and Harry, as well, felt that he was where he really belonged and he would have refused to be anywhere else. 'You're finally mine, Draco...'

     Draco flinched slightly as the first thing he felt in the morning were someone's warm arms around him, but the memory about what had happened last night made him smile, even though his lips hurt because of the insanity of Harry's kisses. The Gryffindor, still sleeping, pressed him even closer to himself and the blond didn't mind at all. He was watching the relaxed features of his sleeping love and the way his eyes were slightly moving under the eyelids. Draco smiled again as Harry quietly moaned his name, starting to awake out of sleep. The first thing the brunet saw in the morning was the smiling face of his lover.

"Oh, hi..." he smiled back. His voice was slightly hoarse from the sleep. He touched Draco's soft hair fondly.

"Good morning," the blond murmured.

"How do you feel?"

"Awkward, but... fine. You?"

"I feel that I don't want to leave the bed any time soon," Harry confessed, caressing Draco's thigh with his hand.

"You could stay in bed while I'm taking a bath."

"Okay. I'll sleep some more. Come back sooner," the brunet smiled. Draco got out of the warm bed reluctantly and went to the bathroom, feeling Harry's eyes on his naked body.

     When they both washed themselves and ate their breakfast right there, in the room, they were taken by the passion and found themselves in bed again, kissing and caressing each other...

"So? What do you think about us?" Draco asked. He was a little afraid to hear the answer. Harry was holding him, pressing his chest to the Slytherin's back.

"I like you, Draco. I like you very much. I want to be with you," the Gryffindor answered. The blond smiled.

"Good. If I may ask, when have you realised that you're interested in me more than just a friend?"

"...Don't remember, when exactly. I think I just denied it for a long time. You were a very charismatic rival. I thought I hated you, but... I don't know how to explain."

"Same here..."

"What of realization... I don't know. Perhaps, recently, since we started to get along."

"I really thought you hated me back then."

"What can I say... Who would dare to blame a beautiful white rose for having thorns?" Harry chuckled quietly.

"Mmm... So poetic. I didn't know you had it in you," Draco mumbled with a smile. He turned to face his lover and they kissed. "And... You're incredibly lucky, because I like you too, Harry," he teased. But in his thoughts was: 'I love you...'

     Until the end of the holidays Harry never showed himself in the dorms of his house (he once went there just to take his belongings), spending nights in Draco's room. They were walking near the school almost every day, sometimes ate in almost empty Great Hall, mostly having their meals in the room, duelled with each other once in the Room of Requirement (needless to say that the duel ended on the floor, and the Room of Requirement changed itself into the luxury bedroom).

     The first day of school after the holidays was long and hard. It was endless! Harry couldn't concentrate on his study, spending his day, looking back so often that his neck began to hurt. The object of his attention looked back at him and smiled at him every time, but careful enough, not allowing anyone else to see his happy face. It was only for Harry. The Gryffindor was restless and couldn't wait for the end of their lessons to go to the dungeons as soon as possible, to get in the bed with his lover to worship him and then to possess him, to make him moan and cry in pleasure, writhing under Harry's body. This day the Gryffindors had common lessons with the Slytherins, and that fact, of course, didn't make it easier for both of them. Harry was tormented with longing and anticipation. He kept harassing Draco with his eyes and undressed him with his gaze shamelessly, making the blond blush slightly and fan himself nervously as he could assume what was happening in the Gryffindor's head. The blond desperately tried to ignore the sweet tension in his nether regions, but couldn't concentrate on his lessons either. To make it even worse for Harry, in the middle of the lesson Draco had to smile at him suggestively and pucker his lips as if he wanted a kiss (well, he actually did), knowing full well what it would do to Harry. The Gryffindor folded his arms on his chest and smiled at Draco wryly, with reproach, thinking of what he would do to his playful lover for teasing and driving him crazy.

     The moment he entered Draco's room after lessons, he was happily greeted with kisses and embrace. Draco was pressed against the wall. The back of his head rested against the cool stone and he was trapped between the wall and Harry's body and between Harry's arms as the brunet's hands were pressed to the wall on each side of Draco's body. The Slytherin's hands were lowered; his palms were pressed to the wall, as well. He was kissed and he closed his eyes, completely besotted. The kisses were slow, though sensual. Harry broke them time after time, but just for some moments, only to look at the relaxed and beautiful face of his lover. They were deeply absorbed in each other. Draco's eyes were closed, his pale eyelashes trembled faintly. Every time the kissing stopped, the blond was biting his lower lip slightly or touching it with his tongue, but eagerly parted his lips as Harry's pressed again. The brunet deepened the kiss and his tongue toyed with Draco's. They finally embraced each other tenderly, looking into each other's eyes.

"Harry, take me..." the blond whispered.

"How can I refuse?" Harry murmured with a smile.

     They literally jumped out of their clothes. Draco was now facing the wall. Harry pressed against his back and the blond felt the heat of his body. And then he felt the lubricated member that was stretching his tiny pale-pink hole carefully. The sensation of the incredible fullness and the pressure against his prostate made him moan when he was penetrated. He felt the pleasant hotness of Harry's shaking breathing against his ear as the brunet started to move. Their legs were trembling. The blond was moving back slightly, meeting the thrusts with his rear. His hands were pressed against the wall and he faintly thought that he would climb this wall in pleasure. The bliss finally reached its peak and he arched his back with the cascade of cries. Harry wasn't far from it. The astounding tight heat of the blonde's beautiful body, impaled on Harry's unbelievably hard flesh... The scent of the hot skin and the soft blond hair... Moans... The way he held Draco in his arms...

"Oh, gods, Draco... Oh, gods... This is... just craziness," Harry panted. A moment later he came hard, letting out a loud groan of pure ecstasy. Kissing Draco's neck, he extracted his softening manhood out of his body when his own body relaxed. A drop of his semen slid down the blonde's testicles out of the tightening hole.

"I need a bath. Would you like to join?" the blond offered with the flirty smile on his face, heading to the bathroom after magically removing the evidence of his pleasure off the wall and floor. Harry slapped his bottom almost softly and planted a gentle kiss on the said bottom right away.

"I'm going to torment your bum severely for what you put me through today. Tease!" he frowned.

"Haven't I already expiated?" Draco chuckled.

"No. Not yet."

"You're so cruel. By the way, your shameless stares were making me feel completely naked all day long, so don't lay all the blame on me."

     They were sitting in the bath with the fragrant foam. It wasn't very big, but there was enough space for both of them. The hot water was flowing out of the mouth of the stone snake, situated near the bath, but the statue wasn't enchanted to move or speak. At first they were fooling around, splashing each other with water, but then they used the opportunity to caress each other with soapy hands, sliding them over each other's aroused bodies or just rubbing against each other.

     Harry was sitting on the edge of the bath and everything stopped existing, except for the closeness of his lover and his hot mouth around Harry's penis.

     And later, in bed, he basked in the captivity of Draco's arms and legs that were twined around his body and held him tight. The pleasure was coursing throughout him as powerful waves of arousal and he heard moans: his own and Draco's, drowning in the feverish look of the grey eyes. The blond was delirious with joy; his head was tossing from side to side, when he was brought over the edge...

     In haste they did their homework. Thankfully, there wasn't much to do. Draco was already asleep after his potion when Harry finished. He kissed Draco's cheek before leaving. It was already midnight and he had to sneak into his dorms without being caught. In high spirits he ascended the Gryffindor tower. He tried his best to vanish a blissful smile from his face, but failed. The brunet was very tired and there was nothing he wanted more than to fall into a deep sleep. He thought, however, that he would have felt much more comfortable if he sneaked under the dark-green quilt, pressed his abdomen against the warm, smooth and pale bottom, wrapped one arm around the lithe body and buried his face into the blond hair. Yes, that would have been perfect.

     In the morning Draco opened his eyes and smiled when he saw a white rose on his pillow. Harry had probably transfigured it from something else. The blond was imbued with happiness at the simple, romantic gesture, even if Harry had done enough last night to make it a little uncomfortable for Draco to sit. He couldn't remember when he was happier than during this week.
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