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Blue Eyed Dragon	By : PrincessLizzie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:This chapter was beta'd by my wonderful cousin, Sarah (fallenangel on here!) so many, many thanks to her for her input and (very WRONG) grammatical corrections in this chapter!

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Harry woke up suddenly. Draco was stirring violently and muttering in his sleep. "Dray, wake up, Love," Harry said, tightening his arms around the other man. "Draco, come on now. Stop struggling and wake up! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"No..." Draco muttered. He struggled so hard against Harrys arms that Harry lost his grip.

"Draco, wake up!" Harry's voice was panicked now.

"No..." Draco muttered again.

"Now what, Honey?" Harry asked softly, not expecting, or really receiving, a response.

"Tell them..." Draco murmured. "...Don't be stupid...Just tell them, Baby..."

"Draco, please wake up!" Harry was getting desperate.

"No!" Draco screamed, jolting upright in his bed. He was sweating and couldn't catch his breath. Harry ran his fingers reassuringly through Draco's silky hair and gently turned Draco's face to his. Draco looked at Harry for only a second before collapsing into his arms. sobbing. Harry tightened his arms around Draco once again. "Shh. Calm down, Dray," he soothed.

"Can't..." Draco choked out.

"Yes, you can," Harry said softly, almost in a whisper. "You're here with me now. No one can hurt you." Draco couldn't resond so Harry didn't say anything else. Instead, he simply held Draco close to him. They laid like that for hours until Draco had finally calmed down enough to tell Harry what had upset him so much.

A half an hour later, Draco was in tears again. "Listen to me, Dray. That's not going to happen, okay?"

"How do you know that, Harry? And don't say 'I just do' because you can't know. No one knows what these psychos will do! And it's not like they care, either! If they became law-abiding citizens for ten years and then slip up and get caught, they're going to Azkaban for the rest of their lives. Killing us can't add more time to their sentence, Harry-you can't sit in jail after you're dead!" Draco was scared. He was scared that Harry wouldn't listen to him, that he'd pick this moment in time to show his true Gryffindor nature-loyal to the very end.

"Draco, it's not going to happen because I'm not going to let it happen," the brunette said calmly.

"You can't control it, Harry! You know that! They're Death Eaters-with or without Voldemort! He doesn't have to be alive for them to follow his fucked up philosophy!" Draco pulled away from Harry and began to get out of bed. "Just...just forget about what I asked you," he added as he headed towards the bathroom.

Harry sat there for a few seconds. After the initial shock of seeing Draco concerned for his well being had worn off, though, he followed him. "Now wait a minute. Don't I have some sort of say in this?"

"No, Harry, you don't. Look, you can't be my Secret Keeper when that time comes. I don't want you to get hurt-or worse-because of me! I know that probably sounds really weird coming from someone like me, but it's the truth, Harry. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you while you were trying to protect me."

"And what about me? How would I live with myself knowning that I could have protected you? Because who else are you going to trust? Better yet, who else can you trust? Crabbe? Goyle? What about Ron or 'Mione?"

"I get it, Harry!" Draco yelled. "But it's not that easy!"

"Why isn't it, Draco? Why isn't it that easy? I'm standing here begging you to let me be your Secret Keeper! I'm telling you that I don't care about the risks! I'm standing here, Draco, and I'm telling you that I love you so fucking much that I'm willing to step back into a life that I can't stand-a life that scares the living shit out of me just to make sure that you are safe!" Harry hadn't been intending to scream, but he was so frustrated with Draco for being so stubborn that he simply couldn't help it. "Merlin's balls, Draco, swallow your God-damned pride and for once in your life and TRUST ME!"

Draco stared at Harry. "You...you love me?" he echoed, his voice barely a whisper, his mind latching onto that one thing.

"Merlin, Draco, of course I do! If I didn't, I wouldn't have said 'yes' in the first place! If I didn't, I wouldn't have crawled into bed when you asked me to stay! And if I didn't love you, I sure as hell wouldn't be standing here arguing with your arrogant arse about this!"

Draco walked swiftly over to Harry and flung his arms around Harry's neck as a single tear slipped down his cheek. It had been a long time since anyone had directed those words towards him. Draco had forgotten how wonderful it felt.

Harry wrapped his arms around the other wizard's waist as Draco said, "I love you too, Harry, and that's precisely why I just can't let you be my Secret Keeper. They'll kill you if they find out, Harry."

Harry pulled away slightly to look at the other man. He wiped the tears from Draco's cheeks and replied, "how are they going to find out, Love? You'd tell me, and only me, where your hiding spot is. No one else is going to know and I'm certainly not going to go blabbing it to anyone. And before you say it, I know that they're Death Eaters, Dray, I know what they're capable of. I've been tortured by them many times, and I promise you, your hiding place won't pass my lips to anyone, no matter what they do to me."

"That's my point! If you don't tell them, they'll kill you! Knowing that they'd torture you is bad enough, but I couldn't bear knowing that you died for me! I don't want to put you in that position..."

Harry took Draco's face in his hands gently. "Listen to yourself, Love," he chided reassuringly. "You're just automatically assuming that these Death Eaters are going to know, instantly, who your Secret Keeper is, but that's not very likely. Think about it, Draco. We've been at each other's throats since we were eleven; no one knows that anything has changed between us. And as frustrating as it'll be, we can keep it that way."

Draco shook his head. "I couldn't do that, love you in private but despise you in public. I may be good at wearing a mask to hide my feelings, but even I'm not that good."

Harry slowly led the blond man back towards his bed while questioning, "So what do we do then, Love? You're not willing to let me be your Secret Keeper and, to be perfectly honest, I doubt I could have pretended to hate you, anyway."

Draco rested his head on Harry's chest, trying to think of a solution they could both live with. "Why can't we just run away together?" Draco sighed.

Harry sat up suddenly, inadvertently pushing Draco off of his chest. "You're bloody brilliant! Absolutely, positively, bloody brilliant!"

Draco looked up at Harry as if he'd gone off his rocker. "Well, of course I am," he said confidently. "What'd I say?"

"Run away together! We could both go into hiding, Dray! It'd be perfect! Then we could live our lives without worrying!"

Draco sat up and kissed Harry soundly. Harry tensed at first, but quickly fell into Draco's kiss, his tongue flicking across Draco's bottom lip lightly. Draco parted his lips just enough for Harry to slide his tongue ito his mouth.

Harry wrestled with Draco's tongue playfully, being rewarded with a soft moan here and there from Draco. Slowly, Harry's hands slid up Draco's bare back and pulled his body closer so their chests were now flush against each other. Harry slid his hand up further and entangled his fingers in Draco's silky, platinum hair. The former Slytherin pulled out of the kiss, leaving only millimeters between his and Harry's lips, and breathed, "I'm not going to be able to stop if we keep going, Harry. Are you sure about this?"

Harry nodded. "I want you, Draco, in every way imaginable." With that, Harry claimed his soon-to-be-lover's lips again, his hands exploring his pale, muscular chest, his slender, toned arms and his smooth, flat stomach. He kissed, licked, sucked and nipped his way down Draco's neck and shoulders. Draco purred at Harry's tongue dragging across the sensitive skin, all the while letting his own hands explore Harry's toned and tanned body lovingly.

Harry hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Draco's boxers and slid them off while letting his fingers glide over Draco's slim hips and tight, muscled thighs. He dragged his lips through the valley of milky skin between the blond's pecs, his fingers darting over Draco's nipples, squeezing them every so often. Draco gasped each time one of the hardened buds was caught in between Harry's fingers and at this Harry looked up at him, grinning. "Enjoying yourself, My Dragon?" he purred.

Draco nodded and breathed, "Please...don't stop, Harry..."

"How can I refuse something so hot?" Harry's lips continued to explore Draco's torso, his tonge delving into his lover's navel. As the brunette gently tongue-fucked Draco's belly button, the blond writhed and moaned beneath him. Harry kissed down further until his bottom lip was resting at the base of Draco's hardness, then paused.

Draco whimptered, "I need to feel your hot mouth surrounding me...please, don't tease me Harry."

Harry debated about teasing the delicious wizard who was writhing in front of him, but decided against it quickly, there would be plenty of time for that later. Harry took all of Draco into his mouth in an instant, gently holding Draco's hips down as he did so. He dragged his lips over Draco's length slowly, his tongue tracing patterns over the sensitive flesh. Harry repeated those motions over and over again and, within minutes, Draco was bucking his hips and thrashing beneath him. "Merlin, Harry," Draco gasped. "That feels so good...please..."

Harry slid his lips off of Draco's solid cock and whispered, "Please, what?" His hot breath caressed the damp skin he'd just been sucking on and Draco moaned at the sensation.

"Don't stop, Harry. Please...just don't stop..." The fact that he was begging didn't even occur to him, and even if it had, he was too desperate for release to care.

Harry grinned, whispered a single word, and took Draco's throbbing cock back into his wet, hot mouth, at the same time carefully sliding a finger into Draco's tight entrance. Draco called out Harry's name at the sensation and then exploded, spilling his seed down his lover's throat.

Harry drank it all, then drew his lips off the blond's lithe body, but pushed his finger even deeper into Draco's arse. Draco thrust his hips towards Harry's hand, impaling himself completely on Harry's finger. He looked down at the dark haired wizard, his blue eyes locking onto Harry's emerald ones. "Take me, Harry," he begged, almost inaudibly.

Harry kissed along Draco's thighs while slowly adding a second finger, and then a third, sliding them smoothly in and out of the receptive body before him. Draco's hips lifted from the bed and Harry's name was spilled from his lips at the intrusion. After what seemed like hours, Harry withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at Draco's entrance.

He looked at the blond man lying before him. He'd always thought Draco was handsome, but the man before him now was absolutely breathtaking. His eyes, normally ice blue, were now dark and stormy, his pupils dilated with lust. The biceps that he'd built from playing Quidditch were flexing as he gripped his bed sheets. His pale, muscular chest rose and fell with his quickened breaths, his toned legs, gifts from gripping broomsticks for six years, were pulled back to his chest, exposing all of himself to Harry.

Harry smiled, knowing that all of that was about to be his, and he pushed his head inside of Draco, and then stopped to let him adjust. Draco screamed in ecstasy. Never had anybody made him feel the way Harry did as he entered him. He felt complete and loved and worshipped for the first time in his life. "More..." he breathed. Harry obliged, slowly inching his cock into Draco's arse.

When he was completely encompassed by Draco's tight body, Harry immediately began to pull out of his lover's body. Draco whimpered but was silenced as Harry's full length was pushed back inside of him quickly. "Merlin, Draco," Harry gasped. His thrusts became quicker and more intense as he neared orgasm. He leaned down and kissed his lover roughly while his hand slipped between their bodies, grasped Draco's cock, and began pumping it in rhythm with his own thrusts.

"Gods, I'm about to come," he murmured into the kiss. "Come with me, My Dragon..."

That was all Draco needed. "Oh gods, Harry..." he gasped. "Harry...I...Mmmhmm..." His warm semen pulsed over Harry's hand, coating their stomachs. The sudden tightening of Draco's already hot, tight arse around Harry's cock made him orgasm almost immediately. Draco moaned softly at the feel of warm, wetness inside of him as Harry came.

Harry collapsed bonelessly on top of Draco, then rolled onto his side, pulling the blond with him. "That," he hissed breathlessly, "was amazing. I love you, My Dragon." Draco, still unable to fid the strength to speak, wrapped his arms around Harry and softly squeezed him three times in quick succession, nuzzling the former-Gryffindor's neck gently. Harry smiled, kissed the top of his lover's head lightly, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Draco stirred softly. His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at Harry. He smiled as the memories of the night before washed over him. Harry loves me and wants to go into hiding with me, he thought as a smile spread across his face. He squeezed Harry gently and fell into his own thoughts. Who would be their Secret Keeper? Snape? No, the Death Eaters are just waiting for an excuse to kill him. McGonagall? He shook his head slightly at the thought. She was too much like Dumbledore; she'd want to make a plan that would most likely wind Harry up in St. Mungo's, if not kill him, to capture the Death Eaters. Dumbledore? Dead for five years, you dumbass! Draco racked his brain for more possibilities but drew a blank.

As if on cue, Harry stirred in his arms. "Morning a Thaisce."

Harry snuggled deeper into Draco's chest. "Mmm. Morning, My Dragon. How long have you been up?"

"I'm not sure, really. I lost track of time trying to think of a Secret Keeper."

"Come up with anyone?"

"Nope. You?"

"Hagrid?"

"Why would be be loyal to me? I only tried to get him fired at least twice every year that we were in school."

"Because I'd ask him to."

"I just wouldn't feel right about it, Harry."

"Okay, then. Peeves," Harry suggested sarcastically. "Or better yet," he said laughing, "The Bloody Baron."

"That's a great idea, Harry."

"What? You're off your bloody rocker! I was only joking around. Peeves would blab in a heartbeat. You know that."

"No, not Peeves. The Bloody Baron."

"How could the Bloody Baron be our Secret Keeper? He's a ghost. The Slytherin House ghost, at that."

"Yeah, but you can't torture a ghost to make them talk. You can't kill him because he's already dead. It's not like they can lock him in the dungeons of Hogwarts-he can float out through the walls. Harry, don't you see? A ghost is the perfect Secret Keeper. Plus, the Baron doesn't exactly talk to begin with."

Harry thought about Draco's reasoning for a minute, then asked, "But why would be be loyal to me-I'm a Gryffindor?"

"Because you're mine," Draco said matter-of-factly, as he unconciously tighted his grip on his lover slightly. "And what belongs to a Slytherin is as good as a Slytherin."

Again Harry pondered Draco's statement. Everything he said made sense to Harry and he couldn't think of a down side-except actually getting the Bloody Baron to agree to it. "Do you really think he'll agree?"

"Yes."

"Then okay."

"Really?"

Harry looked up at Draco. "Yeah. I trust you, Dray. If you say that he'll agree and that he'll keep our secret, then that's what I say, too."

"How can you trust me, of all people, so easily?"

"You're my North Star."

"Huh?"

Harry chuckled. "My North Star. The North Star is the guild-the constant. You're mine. In school, no matter what was going on, I knew you'd never change and so you kept me grounded-you kept me from changing."

"But what about Weasley and Mu-Granger?"

"Oh, sure, they were always there but they eventually changed. Hermione stopped being the brainy, geeky girl that I met on the train in first year and she grew into a very beautiful, brilliant woman. She, quite openly, developed feelings for Ron and then slowly drifted away from our friendship.

"Ron got great at Quidditch-he developed his own niche. He was finally able to step out of his older brothers' shadows. He grew balls and asked 'Mione out and then...he just stepped out of my shadow, too."

"And me?" Draco asked curiously.

"You were always the same. Mean, arrogant, stuck up, spoiled, selfish..."

Draco cut Harry off. "Uh, and all of that is a good thing because...?"

Harry laughed. "Because it was what I fell in love with. I knew that after an episode with Voldemort, Molly Weasley would coddle me. 'Mione would tell me how foolish I was for rushing into battle and, in the end, she would coddle me, too.

"I knew Ginny and Neville would heal me. I knew Dumbledore would appear, tell me very important bits of information about me or my family that I should have known all along and then offer me a Lemon Drop like that would instantly make everything better.

"Ron would stop talking to me for two weeks and then beg for forgiveness, Gryffindor would win the House Cup, I'd be sent back to Privet Drive for two miserable months and then the cycle would begin again.

"But after a while, Ron wouldn't get mad-he just didn't talk to me at all-not like in our first three years, anyway. And 'Mione still lectured but she left the coddling to Molly. Dumbledore never changed but he pissed me off too much for me to care.

"Then there was you," Harry said fondly. "I'd sneer at you and call you names because I was supposed to-you were Malfoy. But, secretly, after we fought, I'd always go back to the dorms, put a silencing charm on my bed, and laugh."

Draco's nose crinkled. "Why would you laugh?"

"Because I knew that I didn't mean a word I said to you. And I knew that, after Ron and 'Mione were off doing their own things, I made myself get up every day because of you. Even if it was to do everything in my power to ruin your day, you were the reason I got up and out of bed. You were why I loved playing Quidditch against Slytherin so much-you were my only real competition!"

Draco was touched. He never realized he'd made Harry feel that way. He leaned over and kissed Harry softly, but passionatly. "I'm glad I made you feel like that."

"Me too. I love you."

"And I love you. But Harry?"

"Yes, My Dragon?"

Draco leaned over, pressed his lips to Harry's ear, and purred in a low, husky voice, "Fuck me."

A chill went up Harry's spine at the hot breath across the sensitive skin and he grinned. "Gladly," he growled as he claimed Draco's soft, pink lips with his own.

E/N: That's editor's note, for anyone wondering! Sorry, Nikki, had to make a small not here! w00t, I love smut. Now, I must say, I am quite pleased with the results of my cousin's fluffy, romantic mind...and my insane thirst for lots and lots of hot sex. Are you? I hope so, because I had fun making her smut flow more smoothly! (Though it was already better than a good deal of the H/D smut out there! ^.^ lol) Anyway, just wanted to put a little note about editing! Hope you're enjoying my cousin's story, I know I am! - FallenAngel

A/N: a Thaisce means "My Treasure"-yes the "a" is supposed to be lower case and the "T" is supposed to be upper case. On request of Sarah: Mwa hahahaha cliffy! ^.^ No reviews? No more story! I will take it down from AFF =P Also, Sarah insists that where Draco is about to call Hermione a Mudblood "...Mu-Granger...", he IS twitching between Mu- and Granger, so you can all go back and read that passage while imagining that he is twitching at the thought of not only not calling her "Mudblood" but calling her by her last name. R&R!!

In response to a review: I'm well aware that in the books and every other fic, Draco has grey or silver eyes. But this is MY fic and so I have made his eyes more blue than grey. Yes, there is still grey in them but there is a blue in them that stands out more...sort of like the background here at AFF.

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