A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 8: To Chase Away the Dark
Chapter Number/Total: 8/44
Chapter Title: To Chase Away the Dark
Words: 2437 Words
Draco strode down the cobbled street that was Diagon Alley. He was heading toward the Apothecary shop, needing to restock his potion ingredients. Then, as if out of nowhere, two men were beside him. They grabbed him, and he screamed, but it didn't matter. Their hands dragged him into the dark and began ripping the clothes from his body. He continued to scream and tried to fight them, only it didn't seem to be making any difference. They pulled, and ripped, and tore and laughed...
Harry shot up in bed, twisting wildly as he was woken from sleep. He groped for his wand before he had fully registered what was happening, but then dropped it as he realised Draco was struggling in the blankets. He turned over in bed, grasping the flailing body tightly in his arms. "Draco," he said firmly and loudly, while also trying to remain calm. "Draco, wake up."
"No, not again, never again!" Draco screamed, body arching off the bed and struggling in his lover's arms.
"Draco," Harry said a little louder, trying to avoid blows and kicks. "It's me. It's Harry. Wake up!"
Draco screamed out and then shuddered awake. He gasped and curled into a ball before he began to sob.
Harry slowly but tightly wrapped an arm over and around Draco's middle, panting from his efforts. "It's okay, baby," he hushed, his mouth against Draco's ear. "I'm right here."
Draco continued to sob, chest heaving as he tried to get control of himself. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Harry frowned. "Don't be. It's fine," he said quietly, moulding himself to Draco's back and still holding him tightly.
Draco rubbed a hand over his damp face and sniffled. "I keep waking you," he complained.
It was true. Draco did keep waking Harry up with his nightmares. "I don't mind," he assured.
Harry's body pressed against his back was comforting. Draco loved being comforted and petted like this. It was as if Harry's touch was magic that dispelled the dark memories. Draco turned his face, nuzzling the side of Harry's head.
Harry smiled a little, sighing quietly. "We good now?" he whispered.
Draco sighed too. He wanted it to be good, to be okay again. But what if the nightmares never stopped? At other times, they even blended with memories of Lord Voldemort. "Good with you," he answered.
Harry stroked Draco's hair with the hand resting over his head. He could tell that Draco had given him only half the answer, but he didn't want him to think about it, so he nodded, brushing lips across the blond's skin in a gentle kiss.
"Talk to me," Draco whispered. "Help me think of something else."
Harry felt an ache in his chest at those words. "I love you," he whispered back. "Love you more than anything. More than flying, even more than trying to catch you while flying." He smiled. "More than Quidditch. More than treacle tart. And any other of my favourite things. I love you more than all of it. More than anyone."
The blond smiled, laughing when Harry mentioned the dessert. He caressed Harry's hands and arms where they were wrapped around him. "More than anything," he repeated. "I ... I would like to fly again."
Harry continued to smile, lacing the fingers of one hand through Draco's. "Your wish is my command," he said teasingly, though he knew he would do whatever he could to make Draco's wish come true.
"Think you can still catch me?" Draco teased, smirking as he looked back at him.
Harry arched an eyebrow and stared at Draco for a few moments. "Oh, wait, you're serious, aren't you?" he said, then laughed quietly, pressing his lips to Draco's.
Git, Draco thought affectionately. But he kissed him back, turning in Harry's arms to better do so, and reached a hand to slide into his lover's hair.
Harry's eyes fell slowly shut as he was kissed. He moved a hand down Draco's side, and then around to press and slide it down the curve of Draco's back.
Draco started to tense but focused instead on the taste and smell of his lover. His fingers tightened in those thick locks and it seemed to anchor him to the present.
Harry did barely open his eyes then, so that they were slits of bright green in the darkness, half-closed in building arousal. He stilled his hand, though, breathing in warm, short pants against Draco's lips. He was still so unsure about him, so he waited.
Draco felt the hesitation and knew it was because of him. He turned completely now, looking into Harry's face. "Yes, touch me," he whispered.
Harry let out a short, low sound from deep in his throat, opening his mouth a little more to faintly breathe against Draco's. He spread his fingers wide over the skin under his own, touching as much of Draco as he could with one hand.
Draco met Harry's lips with tiny kisses and nibbled at them. His free hand began to gently slide down his lover's chest, caressing him.
Harry moved his hand up Draco's back, and then brought it slowly down his arm to take hold of his wrist. He brought Draco's hand to his mouth, kissing his fingers. "You have the most beautiful hands I've ever seen," he told him, voice deep. "The most beautiful, talented hands." He slowly licked a fingertip.
That lick seemed to speed down Draco's spine, making him shiver and his cock twitch. His other hand in Harry's hair curled tighter.
Harry licked him again, and then slid his lips down over the digit, darkened eyes never leaving Draco's.
Draco trembled, watching those lips slide over his finger. "Harry," he gasped.
Harry groaned quietly, the sound seeming to mirror his movements, and he still didn't allow his eyes to close again. He sucked Draco's finger, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he did, skin newly flushed as his name tumbled from his lover's mouth.
Draco's cock had hardened quickly with such teasing. He loved the look in those intense green eyes as much as he loved the feel of his lover's mouth. "Oh, baby," he whispered.
Harry groaned again, those words sending warmth spreading through his body as they always did. He slid his lips up and then licked the fingertip again. "I'll make love to you all night," he said, not quite whispering as he allowed the huskiness of his voice to be heard.
"Yes, please," Draco whispered, licking his lips. He felt shivers of pleasure at that promise. He leaned in again, tongue tracing Harry's lips.
Harry met Draco's tongue with his own, licking as their lips met. He whispered the Summoning Charm, calling the lube from the bedside table.
Draco kissed and licked Harry's chin, working his way over his jaw and down his throat.
Harry tilted his head back for Draco, sighing with pleasure. He slicked his fingers with the lube, then slid them along the cleft of Draco's arse.
"Not yet," Draco whispered between licks and kisses. "I want to ... taste you." He hadn't managed to since ... but he wanted to try.
Harry drifted his fingers away, eyes going slightly wide as his cock twitched. He nodded, lying still and feeling hot.
Draco licked and sucked his way over Harry's chest, fingers caressing and pulling on his lover's nipples.
Harry gently rolled onto his back, looking down his own body and watching Draco. He moaned quietly, licking his lips as his nipples were tugged, as his body was given Draco's beautiful mouth. Merlin, how he loved those lips, especially when they were slightly swollen, reddened. God.
Draco pushed up on his knees so he could better reach his lover. He didn't linger long on Harry's chest. He licked down his belly, nuzzling the hair there as he went. He slid his hands down too, fingers caressing his lover's hips.
Harry moved his un-lubed fingers down into Draco's hair, stroking softly as he continued to watch him, head propped up on pillows. He took in a heavy breath as Draco touched him, twitching from the feel of hands on his more sensitive skin.
Draco ran his fingertips softly over Harry's hips, tracing the creases of them. Then, with a feather-soft touch, he moved them inward over his lover's erection.
"Mmm, baby," Harry whispered, having to close his eyes for a moment. His cock throbbed with that shadow of a touch.
Draco's breath whispered over Harry's cock as he paused. He wrapped long fingers around the shaft, gently squeezing and sliding the foreskin up and down.
Harry watched Draco's hand on his hard flesh, letting out a small whimper as the pale fingers moved over him. It was mesmerising to look at.
Draco trembled as he pulled that soft flesh back, exposing the slick red crown. He pointed his tongue, running the tip gently along the slit and collecting pre-come.
Harry released a very long moan, scratching nails lightly up his own thigh as he spread his legs wider, giving Draco enough room to do whatever he wanted.
The blond panted, glancing up at Harry and then swirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Harry swallowed as his eyes met Draco's, and his cock gave a powerful twitch. "So good, baby," he said hoarsely, encouraging.
Draco knelt beside his lover, knees against his side as he leaned forward, bracing his other hand on the bed. He took several deep breaths and then pursed his lips, sliding them over the head.
Harry practically mewled, lips parting as he panted. "Oh, Draco." he moaned. "Mmm, Draco, yes."
The sound of Harry's voice was both arousing and comforting. Draco swirled his tongue in a circle, lips stretched around his lover's cock. He wanted to take more inside, but found that his throat constricted when he thought about it.
Harry scratched his own thigh again, and then gripped the blankets. "Feels so good," he breathed with another moan, gently rocking his hips.
He wanted to suck Harry, to take him deep into his throat like he used to, but Draco found he couldn't. Instead, he used his lips and tongue to caress the head as his fingers pumped the shaft.
Harry wondered what exactly Draco was doing, but for only a few moments. Then he remembered. He didn't have anything to complain about, though. The fact that Draco was doing this to him at all was amazing, and felt amazing. "Yes, baby," he whispered. "Love your lips, your tongue on me."
Draco panted through his nose as he pumped his lover's cock. He pulled back enough to whisper, "Touch me."
Harry reached and slid hands over Draco's warm skin, over his shoulders, his hair and his face. "God, you're so gorgeous," he whimpered, panting still.
Draco continued for another minute and then pulled back, looking up at his lover and licking his lips. "Prepare me now," he whispered.
Harry slid his hand down over Draco's back, and then felt around for the lube. He spread some more over his fingers, sliding them down over Draco's entrance again.
Draco gasped, still kneeling beside him. He spread his knees a little wider and sucked more on the head of Harry's cock.
Harry licked his lips, pressing his fingers gently inside Draco. He still watched Draco's mouth, his fingers quivering inside his lover as he was sucked.
Draco used his tongue and lips on Harry's cock until he felt himself stretched enough to accommodate that wonderful flesh. He gave a last swirl with his tongue and then drew back, smiling up at Harry. "I want to ride you," he told him.
Harry moaned quietly, smiling back at Draco as he removed his fingers. "You'll look so sexy," he said, licking his lips again.
Draco straddled Harry and then reached behind himself, fingers wrapping around his lover's shaft as he positioned himself above it. He kept his eyes on Harry's face as he moved down and felt the head breach him.
Harry's eyelids fluttered and he gasped, staring up at Draco. He rubbed Draco's thighs, brushing fingertips over his cock and balls.
"Oh, baby," Draco gasped, sliding down his lover's cock, feeling himself filled and stretched. He leaned forward, sliding his hands over Harry's chest.
Harry hissed with the feeling of Draco's hands on his skin. He was always amazed with how Draco moved, and often wondered just how he had gone so long knowing him without drooling over him.
Draco began to rock, slowly rotating his hips as he did. "Yes, so good inside me," he whispered.
Harry's eyelids fluttered again, but he was determined to keep them open, to watch everything. "So good," he agreed, grasping Draco's hip and feeling his movements there too.
Draco kept it slow, loving the feel of Harry's cock sliding in and out of him. His fingers clenched on his lover's chest. He bent his head, panting as he worked himself on top of Harry.
"So fucking sexy," Harry groaned, allowing Draco to have the control but thrusting up slightly himself.
"Being with you," Draco whispered, "having you inside me, makes me feel so good." He began to speed up.
Harry swallowed, panting as he took a hold of both Draco's hips, helping the pace. "Nothing better than being with you," he breathed.
Draco moved one hand down to touch himself as he rocked faster. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
Harry groaned, gripping Draco tighter as he thrust up. He slipped one hand down over Draco's thigh again, reaching for his lover's cock himself.
"Oh, yes, baby," Draco gasped, releasing himself when he felt Harry's hand moving to touch him. "Close," he gasped.
"Yes," Harry mirrored, getting louder with his gasping and moaning. He moved his hand tightly, watching for the moment when Draco would reach completion.
Draco's head fell back as he cried out, body spasming and rhythm faltering as he came.
"Mmm, fuck yes, baby!" Harry let out, thrusting faster now as he watched Draco's seed splash onto his own skin.
Draco gripped Harry's chest with his fingers as he rode out his orgasm, feeling his lover thrusting inside him.
Harry squeezed Draco's hip with the one hand still there, using his feet to push up. "Fuck!" he shouted, gasping as he came a minute later.
Draco loved Harry writhing beneath him and filling him with his seed. He trembled and held on, slowly curling forward to hold him.
Panting, Harry wrapped arms around Draco as he moved forward too, placing a hand in his hair.
Draco lay on his lover's sticky chest, head on Harry's shoulder. He sighed happily as Harry petted him. After a minute, he kissed the skin under him and whispered, "I think I am getting better."
Harry smiled, letting out a slow breath. "Yes," he whispered back, tilting to kiss Draco's forehead.
Chapter Title: To Chase Away the Dark
Words: 2437 Words
Draco strode down the cobbled street that was Diagon Alley. He was heading toward the Apothecary shop, needing to restock his potion ingredients. Then, as if out of nowhere, two men were beside him. They grabbed him, and he screamed, but it didn't matter. Their hands dragged him into the dark and began ripping the clothes from his body. He continued to scream and tried to fight them, only it didn't seem to be making any difference. They pulled, and ripped, and tore and laughed...
Harry shot up in bed, twisting wildly as he was woken from sleep. He groped for his wand before he had fully registered what was happening, but then dropped it as he realised Draco was struggling in the blankets. He turned over in bed, grasping the flailing body tightly in his arms. "Draco," he said firmly and loudly, while also trying to remain calm. "Draco, wake up."
"No, not again, never again!" Draco screamed, body arching off the bed and struggling in his lover's arms.
"Draco," Harry said a little louder, trying to avoid blows and kicks. "It's me. It's Harry. Wake up!"
Draco screamed out and then shuddered awake. He gasped and curled into a ball before he began to sob.
Harry slowly but tightly wrapped an arm over and around Draco's middle, panting from his efforts. "It's okay, baby," he hushed, his mouth against Draco's ear. "I'm right here."
Draco continued to sob, chest heaving as he tried to get control of himself. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Harry frowned. "Don't be. It's fine," he said quietly, moulding himself to Draco's back and still holding him tightly.
Draco rubbed a hand over his damp face and sniffled. "I keep waking you," he complained.
It was true. Draco did keep waking Harry up with his nightmares. "I don't mind," he assured.
Harry's body pressed against his back was comforting. Draco loved being comforted and petted like this. It was as if Harry's touch was magic that dispelled the dark memories. Draco turned his face, nuzzling the side of Harry's head.
Harry smiled a little, sighing quietly. "We good now?" he whispered.
Draco sighed too. He wanted it to be good, to be okay again. But what if the nightmares never stopped? At other times, they even blended with memories of Lord Voldemort. "Good with you," he answered.
Harry stroked Draco's hair with the hand resting over his head. He could tell that Draco had given him only half the answer, but he didn't want him to think about it, so he nodded, brushing lips across the blond's skin in a gentle kiss.
"Talk to me," Draco whispered. "Help me think of something else."
Harry felt an ache in his chest at those words. "I love you," he whispered back. "Love you more than anything. More than flying, even more than trying to catch you while flying." He smiled. "More than Quidditch. More than treacle tart. And any other of my favourite things. I love you more than all of it. More than anyone."
The blond smiled, laughing when Harry mentioned the dessert. He caressed Harry's hands and arms where they were wrapped around him. "More than anything," he repeated. "I ... I would like to fly again."
Harry continued to smile, lacing the fingers of one hand through Draco's. "Your wish is my command," he said teasingly, though he knew he would do whatever he could to make Draco's wish come true.
"Think you can still catch me?" Draco teased, smirking as he looked back at him.
Harry arched an eyebrow and stared at Draco for a few moments. "Oh, wait, you're serious, aren't you?" he said, then laughed quietly, pressing his lips to Draco's.
Git, Draco thought affectionately. But he kissed him back, turning in Harry's arms to better do so, and reached a hand to slide into his lover's hair.
Harry's eyes fell slowly shut as he was kissed. He moved a hand down Draco's side, and then around to press and slide it down the curve of Draco's back.
Draco started to tense but focused instead on the taste and smell of his lover. His fingers tightened in those thick locks and it seemed to anchor him to the present.
Harry did barely open his eyes then, so that they were slits of bright green in the darkness, half-closed in building arousal. He stilled his hand, though, breathing in warm, short pants against Draco's lips. He was still so unsure about him, so he waited.
Draco felt the hesitation and knew it was because of him. He turned completely now, looking into Harry's face. "Yes, touch me," he whispered.
Harry let out a short, low sound from deep in his throat, opening his mouth a little more to faintly breathe against Draco's. He spread his fingers wide over the skin under his own, touching as much of Draco as he could with one hand.
Draco met Harry's lips with tiny kisses and nibbled at them. His free hand began to gently slide down his lover's chest, caressing him.
Harry moved his hand up Draco's back, and then brought it slowly down his arm to take hold of his wrist. He brought Draco's hand to his mouth, kissing his fingers. "You have the most beautiful hands I've ever seen," he told him, voice deep. "The most beautiful, talented hands." He slowly licked a fingertip.
That lick seemed to speed down Draco's spine, making him shiver and his cock twitch. His other hand in Harry's hair curled tighter.
Harry licked him again, and then slid his lips down over the digit, darkened eyes never leaving Draco's.
Draco trembled, watching those lips slide over his finger. "Harry," he gasped.
Harry groaned quietly, the sound seeming to mirror his movements, and he still didn't allow his eyes to close again. He sucked Draco's finger, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he did, skin newly flushed as his name tumbled from his lover's mouth.
Draco's cock had hardened quickly with such teasing. He loved the look in those intense green eyes as much as he loved the feel of his lover's mouth. "Oh, baby," he whispered.
Harry groaned again, those words sending warmth spreading through his body as they always did. He slid his lips up and then licked the fingertip again. "I'll make love to you all night," he said, not quite whispering as he allowed the huskiness of his voice to be heard.
"Yes, please," Draco whispered, licking his lips. He felt shivers of pleasure at that promise. He leaned in again, tongue tracing Harry's lips.
Harry met Draco's tongue with his own, licking as their lips met. He whispered the Summoning Charm, calling the lube from the bedside table.
Draco kissed and licked Harry's chin, working his way over his jaw and down his throat.
Harry tilted his head back for Draco, sighing with pleasure. He slicked his fingers with the lube, then slid them along the cleft of Draco's arse.
"Not yet," Draco whispered between licks and kisses. "I want to ... taste you." He hadn't managed to since ... but he wanted to try.
Harry drifted his fingers away, eyes going slightly wide as his cock twitched. He nodded, lying still and feeling hot.
Draco licked and sucked his way over Harry's chest, fingers caressing and pulling on his lover's nipples.
Harry gently rolled onto his back, looking down his own body and watching Draco. He moaned quietly, licking his lips as his nipples were tugged, as his body was given Draco's beautiful mouth. Merlin, how he loved those lips, especially when they were slightly swollen, reddened. God.
Draco pushed up on his knees so he could better reach his lover. He didn't linger long on Harry's chest. He licked down his belly, nuzzling the hair there as he went. He slid his hands down too, fingers caressing his lover's hips.
Harry moved his un-lubed fingers down into Draco's hair, stroking softly as he continued to watch him, head propped up on pillows. He took in a heavy breath as Draco touched him, twitching from the feel of hands on his more sensitive skin.
Draco ran his fingertips softly over Harry's hips, tracing the creases of them. Then, with a feather-soft touch, he moved them inward over his lover's erection.
"Mmm, baby," Harry whispered, having to close his eyes for a moment. His cock throbbed with that shadow of a touch.
Draco's breath whispered over Harry's cock as he paused. He wrapped long fingers around the shaft, gently squeezing and sliding the foreskin up and down.
Harry watched Draco's hand on his hard flesh, letting out a small whimper as the pale fingers moved over him. It was mesmerising to look at.
Draco trembled as he pulled that soft flesh back, exposing the slick red crown. He pointed his tongue, running the tip gently along the slit and collecting pre-come.
Harry released a very long moan, scratching nails lightly up his own thigh as he spread his legs wider, giving Draco enough room to do whatever he wanted.
The blond panted, glancing up at Harry and then swirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Harry swallowed as his eyes met Draco's, and his cock gave a powerful twitch. "So good, baby," he said hoarsely, encouraging.
Draco knelt beside his lover, knees against his side as he leaned forward, bracing his other hand on the bed. He took several deep breaths and then pursed his lips, sliding them over the head.
Harry practically mewled, lips parting as he panted. "Oh, Draco." he moaned. "Mmm, Draco, yes."
The sound of Harry's voice was both arousing and comforting. Draco swirled his tongue in a circle, lips stretched around his lover's cock. He wanted to take more inside, but found that his throat constricted when he thought about it.
Harry scratched his own thigh again, and then gripped the blankets. "Feels so good," he breathed with another moan, gently rocking his hips.
He wanted to suck Harry, to take him deep into his throat like he used to, but Draco found he couldn't. Instead, he used his lips and tongue to caress the head as his fingers pumped the shaft.
Harry wondered what exactly Draco was doing, but for only a few moments. Then he remembered. He didn't have anything to complain about, though. The fact that Draco was doing this to him at all was amazing, and felt amazing. "Yes, baby," he whispered. "Love your lips, your tongue on me."
Draco panted through his nose as he pumped his lover's cock. He pulled back enough to whisper, "Touch me."
Harry reached and slid hands over Draco's warm skin, over his shoulders, his hair and his face. "God, you're so gorgeous," he whimpered, panting still.
Draco continued for another minute and then pulled back, looking up at his lover and licking his lips. "Prepare me now," he whispered.
Harry slid his hand down over Draco's back, and then felt around for the lube. He spread some more over his fingers, sliding them down over Draco's entrance again.
Draco gasped, still kneeling beside him. He spread his knees a little wider and sucked more on the head of Harry's cock.
Harry licked his lips, pressing his fingers gently inside Draco. He still watched Draco's mouth, his fingers quivering inside his lover as he was sucked.
Draco used his tongue and lips on Harry's cock until he felt himself stretched enough to accommodate that wonderful flesh. He gave a last swirl with his tongue and then drew back, smiling up at Harry. "I want to ride you," he told him.
Harry moaned quietly, smiling back at Draco as he removed his fingers. "You'll look so sexy," he said, licking his lips again.
Draco straddled Harry and then reached behind himself, fingers wrapping around his lover's shaft as he positioned himself above it. He kept his eyes on Harry's face as he moved down and felt the head breach him.
Harry's eyelids fluttered and he gasped, staring up at Draco. He rubbed Draco's thighs, brushing fingertips over his cock and balls.
"Oh, baby," Draco gasped, sliding down his lover's cock, feeling himself filled and stretched. He leaned forward, sliding his hands over Harry's chest.
Harry hissed with the feeling of Draco's hands on his skin. He was always amazed with how Draco moved, and often wondered just how he had gone so long knowing him without drooling over him.
Draco began to rock, slowly rotating his hips as he did. "Yes, so good inside me," he whispered.
Harry's eyelids fluttered again, but he was determined to keep them open, to watch everything. "So good," he agreed, grasping Draco's hip and feeling his movements there too.
Draco kept it slow, loving the feel of Harry's cock sliding in and out of him. His fingers clenched on his lover's chest. He bent his head, panting as he worked himself on top of Harry.
"So fucking sexy," Harry groaned, allowing Draco to have the control but thrusting up slightly himself.
"Being with you," Draco whispered, "having you inside me, makes me feel so good." He began to speed up.
Harry swallowed, panting as he took a hold of both Draco's hips, helping the pace. "Nothing better than being with you," he breathed.
Draco moved one hand down to touch himself as he rocked faster. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
Harry groaned, gripping Draco tighter as he thrust up. He slipped one hand down over Draco's thigh again, reaching for his lover's cock himself.
"Oh, yes, baby," Draco gasped, releasing himself when he felt Harry's hand moving to touch him. "Close," he gasped.
"Yes," Harry mirrored, getting louder with his gasping and moaning. He moved his hand tightly, watching for the moment when Draco would reach completion.
Draco's head fell back as he cried out, body spasming and rhythm faltering as he came.
"Mmm, fuck yes, baby!" Harry let out, thrusting faster now as he watched Draco's seed splash onto his own skin.
Draco gripped Harry's chest with his fingers as he rode out his orgasm, feeling his lover thrusting inside him.
Harry squeezed Draco's hip with the one hand still there, using his feet to push up. "Fuck!" he shouted, gasping as he came a minute later.
Draco loved Harry writhing beneath him and filling him with his seed. He trembled and held on, slowly curling forward to hold him.
Panting, Harry wrapped arms around Draco as he moved forward too, placing a hand in his hair.
Draco lay on his lover's sticky chest, head on Harry's shoulder. He sighed happily as Harry petted him. After a minute, he kissed the skin under him and whispered, "I think I am getting better."
Harry smiled, letting out a slow breath. "Yes," he whispered back, tilting to kiss Draco's forehead.