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The Diary - Re-edited	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23421 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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warnings...m/m slash...some bondage.

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Draco’s words permeated Harry’s sex fuddled mind and his eyes widened at the revelation, which in hindsight was quite obvious. Shocked that Lucius would do that to someone, Harry looked at the flustered blond unsure of what to say. Instead opting to reach across and pull the disturbed blond into his arms, breathing the scent that was just uniquely Draco.

“They do have a lot of history with each other…I mean they were together at Hogwarts.” Harry whispered, stroking the boy’s back and enjoying the sensation of his smooth creamy white skin beneath his fingers. Surprised, when Draco tensed in his arms and pulled away to look at him with wide grey eyes.

“They were together then?” Harry nodded reluctantly, realising that he put his proverbial foot in it.

“I’m sure that they would have told you,” Harry soothed the increasing annoyed teen, “Eventually.” He shrugged and Draco did not seem amused.

“I can’t believe it...bloody sneaking around with this mysterious Rhyme and trying to get in Severus’ pants at the same time!” He threw his hands up in the air with exasperation and for some reason the image of Snape in his underpants made Harry laugh.

“What!” Draco snapped which instead of stopping Harry’s laughter merely increased it and Harry held his sides while his mind flicked through all the possible underwear choices for the dour potion master.

“Boxers or briefs?” Harry hiccupped out the question, Draco glared and then giggled.

“Y-fronts…grey ones.” Draco muttered between his giggles, Harry let out a loud guffaw at the mental image of a sneering Snape in dingy pants.

“I thought maybe a thong!” Harry speculated as he wiped his watering eyes, Draco gasped at the idea and then fell onto the bed squealing with laughter.

“A pink lace one.” Draco shook with laughter and Harry shivered at the sudden mental image, horrified at the thought of Snape’s lily white arse in lace thong. Determined to outdo the giggling blond on his bed, Harry leaned forward, his mouth seductively close to Draco’s ear and whispered.

“Black rubber crotch less shorts.” Harry pulled back, smiling sweetly as Draco paled and looked mortified.

“Oh Merlin Potter…I’m scarred for life!” he yelled, mirth shining in his eyes as he pulled Harry onto the bed. Draco flipped them over so that he was straddling Harry’s hips. Their laughter frozen as they realised the position they were in placed their cocks up against each other.

“Draco….do you own pink lace thongs?” Harry mumbled, thrusting his hips up at the same time. Draco groaned at the sensation, then he realised the question and rather than looked offended, he smiled and whispered huskily into Harry’s ear.

“No…but I could get some…would you like that?” he wiggled his eyebrows and Harry’s mouth felt dry, a clear image of peeling pink panties off Draco’s soft arse robbing him of breath.

“Fuck yes!” Harry shouted and crushed his mouth to the stunned blond, devouring his lips in a hot kiss. His arousal ignited by the idea of stripping the gorgeous teen writhing in his arms, Harry deepened the kiss and swallowed the moans of desire spilling from Draco’s lips.

“Harry…Draco, lunch!” Lucius called and the two boys groaned into each others mouths with disappointment. Harry closed his eyes, holding the blond closer and becoming swiftly addicted to the feel of his soft skin against his own.

“Harry…we have to go,” Draco pressed his lips to Harry, the kiss fleetingly brief, “Before someone comes to look for us.” He warned, breaking the embrace and crawling to the end of the bed.

“I…do…do you want people to know about us?” Harry asked, quietly and the blonds’ eye became comically round, clearly surprised by the question.

“NO!” he yelled and Harry’s heart felt like it had stopped, Draco looked at him and paled, “I mean…I…we…its new and I don’t want…”

“Its fine, you don’t want people to know about us.” Harry said with an air of dejection, standing up and angrily yanking the zipper on his jeans. Shrugging off the blonds’ attempt to touch him, he could feel his eyes tearing and he felt so stupid for thinking that this was anything serious.

“Harry…listen, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” Harry stomped towards the door, unable to look at the other boy, a quiet sigh of sadness caught his attention, “I don’t want people to try and ruin it…I like you, please understand…I know what people think of me,” Draco sniffed and Harry turned round to face the forlorn blond, “They’ll twist what’s happening and make it something bad…I don’t want that.” He whispered and looked Harry in the eyes.

“You like me?” Harry asked, Draco smiled and hitched an eyebrow.

“I would have thought that it was obvious,” he shook his head as if Harry was an idiot, “I..well, you know I’ve never done anything like this before.” He gestured to the bed and his own semi-nakedness.

“I haven’t either you know,” Harry murmured and crossed the room to pull Draco into his arms, the following kiss left them both gasping for much needed air, “And just to let you…I like you too.” Harry mouthed against Draco’s kiss swollen lips. Draco laughed and Harry swallowed the merry sound.

“Lunch!” Molly shouted and this time they broke apart and scrambled to make themselves presentable. The prospect of being discovered was bad enough but to be found by Molly would have been even more humiliating.

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They sat in silence, Snape having accepted an invitation to stay for lunch from Molly. He regarded everyone with stony contempt, refusing to make eye contact with Lucius, the blond had an amused smirk on his face. Draco graced his father with a annoyed look and Lucius’ smile fell away at the hostile look on his son’s face.

He’s annoyed at Lucius for cheating on Rhyme.

Harry watched with growing apprehension, concerned that the fragile and tentative relationship between the two men could collapse under the weight of the revelation. Determined to break the mood, he opened his mouth and said the first thing that popped into his head, in retrospect he realised he should have thought first.

“So…Professor, any plans for the summer?” the incredulous look that crossed Draco’s face was almost funny, Snape’s face on the other hand was disdainful.

“Oh you know the usual…holidaying somewhere hot, enjoying the rest…are you a complete imbecile!” Harry flinched at the shouted words, Lucius gave Snape a glare but the potion master was beyond being admonished, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you cause, the lengths we all have to go to protect your stupid arse, how many people have to die to keep you safe?” he took a breath indicating that he was far from finished, Molly tried to stop him, “I will spend my precious time away from Hogwarts trying to discover the Dark Lord’s plans so we can keep the blessed Boy who lived alive!”

Silence followed his tirade, the potion master appeared shocked at his own words and his face was tinged with a high pink colour. Draco was deathly pale and Harry could see him trembling. Lucius was staring at Snape with a stunned expression and Molly was holding a hand to her mouth. Everyone reeling at the implication of the sacrifices made to protect Harry. Harry’s own heart hurt in his chest and he couldn’t look at Draco, scared to see the agreement in the blonds’ eyes.

His mother died because of me…how many will die to protect me?

“Potter…I” Snape began, his voice deep with some emotion.

“You’re right.” Harry whispered and the potion master stopped talking looking at him with an unreadable expression, “I don’t deserve the protection, “ Harry looked at Draco and Lucius, feeling a single tear escape down his cheek, “I’m sorry.” Harry did the only he could think of and ran from the room.

A cacophony of shouts and pleas for him to stop followed after him, unaware that he was wandlessly blocking doors behind him, stopping people from following. Blinded by tears, he stumbled to his room, grabbing whatever clothes he could find and stuffing them into a bag. Absently throwing the photographs and Diary with his things. Loud bangs and spells were flying downstairs, the occupants of the kitchen trying without success to leave the room. Approaching the fireplace, reaching for the floo powder and holding back a sob long enough to mutter his destination.

“Godric’s Hollow.” he uttered and allowed the floo to pull him from Grimmauld Place.

Nothingness, the ruins of his parents home stood silent and devoid of life. Harry dusted himself off, surprised that the floo still worked and looked around the barren living room. Searching his memory for some hint of a recollection, frustrated and disappointed when nothing appeared.

My parents died here…protecting me.

Bone crushing sadness enveloped him and he crumpled to the floor, forehead touching the cool stone hearth as he cried. Minutes, hours seemed to pass before the sobs tapered down to quiet little hitches of breath. Harry finally sat up, his knees sore and protesting at being pushed against the stone floor for so long. Stretching and wincing at the popping muscles ringing out in the soundless house. Possessed with the need to see his parent’s graves, Harry walked out into the balmy heat. The sun was starting to set in the reddish sky, a tranquillity and beauty in the sunset, such a juxtaposition to his internal mood.

What am I going to do?

Harry’s mood was pensive as he approached the graveyard, the birds singing did nothing to lift his heavy spirits. Berating himself for not thinking more clearly and grabbing his money pouch before he left. Realising that he had no plan past leaving Grimmauld Place, caught up in the moment and knowing that he couldn’t face seeing them, after all the heartache he had inadvertently caused. A crack of a twig caught his attention and he froze in position, a shiver crawled up his spine. Mentally kicking himself for being so lax, aware that he could be attacked even in the supposed safe light of day. Holding his breath and waiting, the birds continued their evening chorus , the sound so loud in Harry’s straining ears. His heart thudding loudly in his chest and he slowly let out his held breath when it appeared that he was still alone. The cool snake necklace was still nestled against his chest, having forgotten he was wearing it and for a brief second Harry thought he felt it move on it’s own.

The crack of apparition filled the quiet and Harry staggered back, hiding behind the nearest tree and watched with scared eyes. Three death eaters, masked, their hooded faces looking around the graveyard and it was clear to Harry that they were looking for him. Stepping back, he tripped over a raised root of the tree, a cry on his lips as he fell backwards. Stunned and terrified when a strong hand came out of nowhere, the black gloved fingers covering his mouth and muffling his shout and the figure held him up. Harry’s eye were squeezed shut and he reluctantly opened them to stare at a black faceless mask, a Chinese red dragon on the right cheek.

Rhyme?

The other gloved hand came up and pressed a finger to their own lips, indicating for Harry to be silent. He nodded that he understood and the hand removed itself from his mouth, he took a calming breath. Patting Harry’s chest and pushing him against the tree, Harry’s heart leapt in his chest as Rhyme pressed up alongside his body. Panicked for a moment at the intimate closeness, Harry shook his head to remove the stupid feelings when he realised that Rhyme was obscuring them from the prying eyes of the hunting death eaters. A small muffled huff of laughter sneaked out from behind the mask and Harry blushed. Rhyme’s body tensed as a voice sang out, a happy maniacal yell filled the silent graveyard and Harry knew they had been discovered. Rhyme stopped him from moving, pressing his fingers to Harry’s lips and hushed him. Stepping away and Harry almost called from him to stop, Rhyme revealed himself to the death eater. Moving away from the tree and the death eaters approached the auror.

What is he doing?

Harry watched form his hidden place by the tree, the auror moved nonchalantly and without hurry. Slowly leading them away from the area currently hiding Harry and a plea to stop formed on Harry’s lips.

Oh Merlin, he’s going to sacrifice himself to protect me.

Snape’s words echoed in his head and he began to move away from the tree, his wand shaking in his fingers. Halting abruptly when one of the death eaters removed his mask, Wormtail stood and his smile was leering with a hint of barely contained hunger. Harry shuddered at the vision of the man, hatred coursed through his veins, his parent’s betrayer standing before him.

“Well, well…the Dark Lord will be pleased,” he practically rubbed his grimy little hands together with glee, “The infamous Auror Rhyme.” Rhyme clapped his hands slowly and sarcastically.

“Well done, you got me...it‘s a fair cop,” the muffled voice echoed in the rapidly darkening evening, Harry could not make out the voice, the mask distorting the tone. Wormtail looked bewildered for a moment at the auror’s attitude, “Now you’ve got to keep me.” Rhyme murmured and a volley of hexes’ flew at the death eaters. The three dispersed quickly, Wormtail brought to his knees by a whispered hex, Harry froze at the words.

“Sectumsempra.” Rhyme’s wand slashed across Wormtail’s chest, the man screamed and tumbled to the floor.

Harry’s mind reeled, remembering back to when he had discovered the potion master’s book and the angry warning from Dumbledore about trying any hexes he didn’t not recognise. Thankful now that he had never used this spell, Wormtail’s cries of agony filled his ears. Rhyme merely picked up the screaming man’s wand, snapping it in half before stepping over him to continue firing hexes at the other two. The remaining death eaters appeared to panic at the determined demeanour of the auror, retreating backwards before stumbling and apparating.

They’re scared to death of him.

Watching the auror, Harry could understand why as the man made no move to help Wormtail, the man bleeding to death. The scent of blood permeating in the whole area and Harry felt his mouth fill with saliva at the urge to vomit.

“Harry…help me please!” Wormatil cried and Harry took a step towards the man. Rhyme grabbed his arm and shook his head for him to stop. Stunned at the man’s attitude, Harry pulled out of his grip and approached the whimpering death eater. Blood soaking into the ground beneath him and a vivid line ran from his mouth.

“Help me!” Harry shouted at the auror, a huff of annoyance his answer as the man knelt down beside him and started to whisper an incantation, the Latin words washing over the groaning man. Fascinated, Harry watched the wounds knitting themselves back together, Wormtail screamed at the sensation and Harry found he perversely liked hearing the moans of pain.

“Thank you,” Harry offered Auror Rhyme and the man shrugged his shoulders, getting up to walk away, “Would you have let him die?” Rhyme stood still, his back to Harry and nodded before flicking his wand. A white misty patronus emerged, a dragon coiled and curled around Rhyme before shooting up into the sky.

“Oh thank you, thank you Harry…such a good boy.” the recovering Wormtail simpered and made Harry’s skin crawl.

“Shut up!…I didn’t do it for you,” Harry was shocked at the vehemence in his own voice, Rhyme turned to watch, “I did it so you would have the chance to suffer for the things you did…I hope you rot in Askaban!” Wormtail paled further at the words, the crack of apparation ringing out as Rhyme fellow aurors appeared.

“Go home!” Rhyme barked at Harry as he walked away.

The anger at the death eater lying at his feet did not diminish as the aurors manhandled the man to take him back to the Ministry. Harry could feel the rage still coursing through his veins and he got up, stomping after the retreating auror.

“NO! I don’t want to go back,” he shouted then whispered the next words, “They’ll be safer without me.” Rhyme span around on his heel and Harry could tell even with the mask that the man’s face was annoyed.

“Don’t let their sacrifice be in vain.” The distorted voice echoed in the gloom of the budding night.

The night suddenly filled the anguished voice of Remus, the wolf appearing with the telltale snap of appparation. Amber eyes took in the sight of Rhyme and Harry standing by each other and a nameless expression crossed his face for a brief moment.

“Oh thank Merlin!” Remus ran and pulled Harry into his arms, green eyes were still fixed on the auror, his words washing over him and the clear message in them, “I was so worried, Snape had no right to say those things!” Rhyme tilted his head, obviously listening to the conversation.

“I’m okay…he was right,” Harry held up his hand to silence the arguing wolf, “But I know that I have to defeat him or it will have all been in vain,” Rhyme did not move, but obscured eyes met his green ones for moment, offering a nod of acknowledgement, “I will beat him for the people that died and to protect the people I love.” Remus tightened the hug.

“Thank you.” Remus shook the auror’s hand and Harry was struck by the pretence of the two men, knowing full well that they knew each other. Rhyme gave a small head nod and turned to leave, Harry grabbed the man by the arm, a brief spark of electricity emanated from the touch, running along his arm to the necklace and making him jump. Rhyme pulled back from him with a gasp, Remus watched with narrowed eyes.

“I wanted to say thank you,” Harry whispered, thrown by the strange tingling in his chest, the snake shifted again, “They would have killed me…will you come back to Grimmauld Place?” stunned at the offer that spilled from his lips, a feeling of need to spend time with the auror filling his mind. The familiarity seemed to be growing, a whisper thin connection building between them.

Draco? I want him… Am I attracted to a faceless stranger?

Knowing deep in his heart that the feeling was not of attraction but unable to identify the growing urge to be around the mysterious auror. Remus seemed uncomfortable and Rhyme stood silently looking at Harry, the mood suddenly tense and the auror shook his head.

“Another time.” Muttered Rhyme as he walked away leaving Harry feeling disappointed and confused.

“Thank you.” Harry called after him and Remus broke the embrace, his face concerned.

“Are you okay?” his voice was soft and Harry felt weary, his body seeming to sag with the weight of everything that happened, Remus caught him, “Lets get you back.” Harry walked with leaden legs to collect his bag from the house, the silence in the place sinking into his heart.

“Is everyone angry with me?” he asked, tentatively.

“Oh no, harry…we were worried about you,” Remus assured him and then let out a annoyed huff, “Fuc…bloody Snape shouldn’t have said those things to you, Sirius nearly punched him,” he gave Harry a smile, “He didn’t…Draco slapped him though,” Remus’ amber eyes were intrigued to gauge Harry’s reaction to that titbit.

“He hit Snape!” Harry yelled, his heart going a mile a minute.

“Yep…slapped him and called him a bastard according to Lucius, Snape was just leaving as we returned…I take you two are getting along better then?”

Mouth dry and heart threatening to escape from his chest at the revelation, Harry found he couldn’t speak so he nodded and picked up his bag. Remus made no move to ask any further question but has a strange knowing smile on his face and Harry was tempted to ask him about Melody.

“Remus, did you ever go out with girls?” Remus arched an eyebrow and smiled.

“Yes, why?”

“You and Sirius love each other don’t you?” Remus’ face lit up at the mention of Sirius, he nodded, “What about marriage?” the smile faltered for a moment, then it was instantly back in his face.

“You think Siri and I should get married, I’m not sure what Pads would think of that!” he laughed, Harry found himself plastering a fake smile on his face and laughing along with him.

Tell me the truth…please

Furious, Harry pulled the bag on to his arm angrily, Remus’ face fell at the obvious annoyance. Incapable of stopping himself, Harry stomped moodily to the floo, turning to Remus with lowered eyes and indicated that he needed floo powder.

“Harry, what’s wrong…did Rhyme say anything to you?” his tone was strained, bewildered by Harry’s change in mood. Remus touched his arm, a tender gesture and Harry pulled away and his heart fell at the hurt expression on the wolf’s face.

“I’m just tired,” Harry muttered and offered Remus an apologetic smile, but his mind was determined to ask Lucius to investigate about Melody as soon as he could. “Rhyme barely spoke to me,” he saw amber eyes look at him with interest, “I…I …I’m not sure how to explain, its like I know him…do I?”

“No, you’ve never met.” There was a certainty in his voice that made Harry think he was actually telling the truth. Remus took Harry’s arm and this time he allowed the contact, torn between being hurt at the lies and soothed by the close proximity of his former professor.

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There was a strange calmness in the house as they emerged form the floo, the drawing room blissfully empty. Harry wasn’t sure he could handle the third degree from everyone quite yet. Remus must have sensed his trepidation, patting him on the shoulder and pushing him towards the stairs.

“Go and have a bath, take a few minutes for yourself, I’ll tell everyone what happened.” Harry physically sagged with relief and trudged up the stairs. As if sleepwalking, he stripped off his clothes as the large tub filled with hot water, scented bubbles filling his nostrils. Sighing as he sank into the hot water, not realising how tense his muscles had been until the relaxing heat eased them. Voices from downstairs carried up to him, loud and eager in their intensity. Surmising Remus was filling them in about what had happened, Harry dunked his head under the water and tried to forget the sight of all the blood. He lay in the bath until the cooling water forced him to get out, tempted to reheat the water and climb back in. A soft knock on the door persuading him that he had to leave the room at some point, wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Come in.” Harry mumbled, expecting his godfather to burst in. Heart leaping in his chest as Draco walked into the bathroom, leaning back and closing the door behind him. A feral excited look in his eyes, grey depths drinking every inch of his skin as the gaze washed over Harry.

“Stupid scarhead,” Draco muttered and launched himself at Harry, smashing their lips together and robbing Harry of his breath, “Making me worry and care about you…I hit my godfather!”

Snape’s his godfather!

“I’m sorry…” Harry’s sentence muffled by Draco’s plunging tongue, the blonds’ hands everywhere and fingers tugged at Harry’s towel, it fell to the floor. A moan of desire swallowed by the needy Slytherin as fingers caressed Harry’s firming cock.

“Fuck Harry….you scared me,” Draco pressed a hard kiss to Harry’s lips, “What’s the deal with Rhyme…I watched the pensieve…do you like him?” the next kiss was savage in its intensity, the blond obviously frustrated and determined to seduce Harry.

“No!” Harry yelled, pulling the jealous Draco into his arms and moaning as his cock rubbed against Draco’s own clothed covered erection, “It’s hard to explain…its like I know him…I don’t want him,” he licked Draco’s full bottom lip, “I want you.”

Bright grey eyes flared with happiness and Harry vowed to himself that he would do anything to always see that look directed at him. Reaching down to tug down Draco’s zip and devouring the blonds’ mouth at the same time, Harry freed the dripping shaft.

“Oh.” Draco breathed, his cock twitching in Harry’s hand and he knew it would be fast ,both of them already on edge. Lining himself up with Draco’s length, Harry wrapped his fingers around both of their weeping cocks. His strokes were fast and hard, the pre-come slicking the way and aiding the moves.

“Fuck…Draco.” Harry murmured, ,his breath coming in short pants and Draco thrust harder into Harry’s hand. Slamming his lips hard against Harry’s and their tongues duelled loudly. The slick sound of Harry’s strokes intermingling with their gasping muffled breaths.

“Harry, faster…oh…oh.” Draco crested first, his cries of completion screamed into Harry’s eager mouth, hot come splashed his stomach and coated his stroking hand. The combined feeling pushed Harry over the edge, Draco’s come dripping over his cock as he erupted lushly over both of them. Draco whimpered at the sensation and his spent cock tried to twitch, Harry’s balls were tight and high as his climax made his mind close down. Pure sensation filling his muddled brain, Draco’s breath on his flushed skin and his cooling come coating Harry’s flesh, gasping Harry slumped forward, pressing a shaky kiss to the flustered blond.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Draco admitted and Harry smiled at him earning a blush from the breathless teen. The doorknob rattled and both of them froze, Lucius’ voice spoke through the door.

“Harry, could you come down?”

“Be just a minute.” Harry answered, Draco let out a soft sigh of relief at not being caught, Harry jumped when Lucius added quietly.

“Tell Draco to come down too.” Draco blushed even more and his voice was hushed as he answered.

“We’ll be down in a minute, thank you father.” Harry clamped his lips together to stop the giggle that he felt building. Grey eyes looked at him with disdain and he swallowed down the laugh.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sirius pulled him into a rough hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and the pulling way with a look of embarrassment. Lucius offered Harry a firm handshake and he surprised everyone by pulling the older Malfoy into a hug. Snape stood in the doorway, avoiding the looks of death emanating from Sirius.

“Potter, I would like to apologise for my outrageous behaviour this afternoon,” he lifted a hand to silence Harry, “It was uncalled for and unnecessarily cruel, I am sorry.” Harry looked into Snape’s dark eyes and saw only honesty. His respect for the man growing, knowing that he would always be honest with him regardless of whether it would hurt him or not.

“I accept your apology,” Harry ignored the splutters falling from Sirius’ mouth, his godfather expecting fireworks, “You still an arsehole though.” He met Snape’s stunned eyes then a small huff of laughter fell from the dour man’s mouth.

“Fair enough…you’re still a dunderhead.” And with that last comment, Snape departed the room with a flourished swipe of his robes. Lucius followed after him and Draco went to follow, stopping when he saw Harry cast him a glance. Rolling his eyes but staying in the room, throwing himself onto the nearest chair and sitting like he owned the place. Sirius raised an eyebrow at the blonds’ attitude, opening his mouth to say something when Remus changed the subject.

“Sirius and I are so glad that you’re okay.” He looked at Sirius who merely grunted his agreement, his eyes on the blond lazing on the chair, his face annoyed. His godfather about to start shouting if the twitch that had developed in his eye was anything to go by, Harry went to stop him when the floo flared to life. Kingsley appeared in the fireplace, his face worried and serious.

“Remus, I need to speak to you.” His godfather and the wolf turned to look at the two boys and Harry sighed, getting the message.

“Come on Malfoy…they want us to leave.” Draco almost pouted but got up and followed him.

Quietly, they approached the kitchen where they could hear talking, the distinctive voice of Snape carrying toward them.

“Look Lucius, while I appreciate that there is still some attraction between us….”

“I think we can both agree that’s its more than attraction, Severus…just be honest with yourself for a change…you want me.” Lucius spoke with a true air of arrogance and Harry looked at Draco, the blond was silent, biting at his bottom lip.

“That is neither here nor there…you are involved with someone…I will not be your bit on the side…not again.” The last two words were filled with sorrow and melancholy.

“I still love you.” Lucius spoke in a soft tone and Harry suddenly felt angry.

“What about Rhyme!” he shouted, storming into the room and both men were stunned by his appearance.

“What on earth are you doing!” Snape shouted, his voice deep with embarrassment at being discovered in a compromising moment.

“Yes, Harry please tell me what business it is of yours?” his voice was cool and clipped, Harry instantly reminded of the old Malfoy.

“You’re cheating on him!” Harry sneered and looked at him with utter contempt. Lucius seemed to slump, sitting in the chair and putting his head in his hands. Draco ran to his side, casting a look at Harry that made his heart drop.

“Severus…I’m so sorry…why can’t anything be easy,” he muttered from behind his hands, “But Merlin help me I love you both.” He looked up with teary eyes and Severus walked to him.

“I know what its like to love two people.” Lucius’ eyes widened and met Severus’ dark gaze.

“You love someone else?” Harry asked.

“I did…it’s over.” Severus looked forlorn at the memory and Lucius touched his hand, “I think you need to talk to Rhyme about how you feel.” His voice was understanding and Harry was stunned at the tone.

“Rhyme knows about you.” Lucius muttered and Severus’ hitched an eyebrow, “I have to decide….and I can’t.” Draco looked at Harry, nodding to the door.

“Mr Malfoy, I’m sorry that I interrupted you,” Harry lowered his gaze and could not meet either men’s eyes, “I shouldn’t have interfered…but Rhyme saved me and Draco…I couldn’t let you…”

“I understand…you’re loyal I’ll give you that.” Lucius smiled at him and Harry felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

Apologising one more time Harry followed Draco out of the kitchen, the blond walked up the stairs and with a heavy heart, Harry reluctant went after him.

“I am sorry.” Harry’s voice was honest and apprehensive.

“You shouldn’t have interfered.” Draco snapped as they entered their bedroom, closing the door behind him. Harry stood by the bed, unsure if what to do and he moaned when Draco pushed him down onto the bed. Whispering a binding spell, Harry restrained on the bed, ropes tying his hand and feet.

“Shhh…I’m not going to hurt you…I’m going to read you a bedtime story.” He reached over for Harry’s bag and pulled out the diary, “Now no speaking or I won’t…” he leaned over to whisper in Harry’s ear, his voice seductive, “I won’t do the things in the diary and trust me…you’ll want me to.”

“Draco…please let me go…I want to touch you.” Harry felt the need building inside him, Draco pressed a teasing kiss to his eager lips before pulling away with a smirk.

“Shh…now close your eyes and let me begin.” Harry closed his eyes and took a calming breath, his heart beating fast and his cock diamond hard already, “Good, July 15^h…I can’t believe everyone’s been gone for over three weeks already… home for the holidays…must be nice to go home to a family rather than being stuck in the castle,” Harry found Draco’s voice drifting over him as he began to picture Melody walking round the deserted grounds of Hogwarts. “Though there are some benefits to being stuck here.”

The cool summer breeze blowing through her long, dark hair and her blue eyes were staring across the lake. Melody had a serene smile on her face as she felt someone approach, a dark haired figure. Harry struggled to imagine what the man would look like, tall and well built. Frustrated that the man‘s face was unclear, Harry found his mind trying to fill the blanks and shaking his head as the figure morphed into Draco, the blond on his mind.

That won’t work…that would be weird.

Concentrating on Draco’s voice again, he ignored the man’s unclear face and looked at Melody, her smile was breathtaking. The man pulled her in a steamy kiss, devouring her mouth and Harry watched her melt into his arms.

“You’ll get into trouble if Dumbledore catches you here,” she murmured and pressed herself against him, his moan deep and heartfelt at the sensation of her full breasts rubbing his chest, “I missed you last night,” the man caressed her buttocks, his fingers kneading, “I touched myself and came thinking of you.” She whispered.

“Mmm yes…you’re mine.” Muttered huskily and his fingers delved under her dress, dipping between her legs and she arched her back, moaning lustily.

“Oh..yes…fuck me…right here.” Her voice was strained with arousal and the man smiled, pulling her panties down and palming her quivering mound.

“Shall I fuck your beautiful mouth first? Or plunge right inside you?”

“Anything, anything just touch me.” She begged and Harry’s breath caught at the heady arousal that he could feel building. The idea of Draco saying the same words to him making his heart race and his cock twitch, wanting to open his eyes but determined to behave the reward too tempting

The man lifted Melody up, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked them to the edge of the trees. Ropes appeared and laced over her body, an intricate design over her body and a whispered word leaving her gloriously naked. Ropes holding her thighs apart and interlaced under her breasts presenting her to the man, his breath coming in short pants at the vision in front of him.

“So beautiful.” The man whispered and without preamble he freed his large cock from his trouser and her eyes flared with desire. Stroking himself slowly and Harry watched with baited breath, mesmerised by the man’s huge erection.

“Please…please.” Melody whimpered and Harry flushed at her pleading tone.

“You want me?” soft words in a hushed teasing tone making her writhe with need, “Shall I fuck you?”

“YES!” her voice high and needy.

The man slammed himself deep inside her in one swift thrust and she screamed with bliss. The man taking a slow breath before starting a fast, hard pace, the sound of skin against skin loud by the silent lake. Grunts of pleasure spilled from the man’s mouth, crushing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. She bucked and keened under the onslaught and for a moment Harry wondered if this was what she wanted, surprised by the look of complete lust that shone from her flushed face.

“Harder!” she whimpered and the man instantly complied, his hips snapping frantically back and forth. The moans becoming drawn out and high, both of them close to the edge. Hard fingers rubbed against her clitoris and Melody threw back her head and took a breath before shaking with the force of her orgasm. The sensation forcing the man to thrust erratically and Harry could tell by the sounds that he was near his own climax, a low groan echoed in the tranquil grounds as he poured his release into her.

Harry watched as they came down from the high, soft tender kisses peppered her face as he removed the ropes holding her. She sagged into his arms and gave a contented sigh.

“I love you.” The man whispered and she kissed him with passion.

“Love you too.” Her words so sincere that Harry felt his heart ache and his mind wondered what had happened to her. A soft kiss pressed against his mouth and he opened his eyes.

“Did you enjoy that?” Draco asked, his eyes filled with lust and Harry blushed, the blond laughed, “That’s not all she got up to…she got quite an education.”

“Would you do that?” Harry asked his voice husky and brimming with sex.

“Tie you to a tree and fuck you?” the last two words made them both squirm hotly, the urge increasing, “I think I might prefer if you tied me to the tree...”

“And fucked you?” Harry’s voice quivered with excitement, a red tinge appeared on the blonds’ face as he nodded.

“Yes…I want to…but I haven’t.” Harry silenced Draco with a kiss, murmuring against his lips.

“We can take it slow…I like what we’re doing,” Draco looked at him with overwhelmed eyes, “We’ll go at your pace…can I kiss you again now.”

Draco laughed and leaned down to kiss Harry’s smiling mouth.

“Draco…I need to speak to you.” Lucius’ voice echoed to them and Harry could have cried with frustration.

“Maybe tonight we can do page 45?” Draco mumbled into Harry’s mouth.

“What’s on page 45?” Harry asked, cock twitching in his suddenly too tight jeans. Draco’s lips pressed against the throbbing pulse point in his neck before the tip of his tongue trailed up to his ear, Harry giggled at the sensation. Draco flicked his wand releasing Harry from his restraints, smiling at him as he got up to leave, turning back with a sexy wink.

“I’ll give you a clue…it's another number.”
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