Imaginary | By : Aleya Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“LIZ!”
“I’m right here, Harry, stop yelling! Besides won’t your family worry… the yelling to yourself I mean?”
“I put a silence charm on the room.” There he was pacing the room, Harry Potter looking quite unsettled.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” She reached out and touched him; he threw his arms around her.
“George he…”
“George?” She frowned a little looking a bit unsettled herself now. Harry was silence a bit longer reveling in her calming aura then sat back.
“He came onto me.” The look that Liz adapted to her features was priceless. “George Weasley?!”
“Yeah. Know him?” Harry frowned in mild confusion.
“The one that lives here? Isn’t he straight?” She lay on the bed.
“He said he’s bi. Might want to help me decide could I handle a guy-guy relationship.”
“He just wants to shag you.” Liz laughed. Harry stopped his pacing and looked her; his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and eyes wide.
“He said I was good looking.”
“You are.” Liz smiled then silence. “How did you feel?”
“I don’t know. Embarrassed?”
“Well what did he say?”
“He said it wouldn’t be anything serious.” Harry sat on the bed rubbing his face. Just to offer a hand if I need it. Merlin Liz! What do I do?!?”
“Still thinking about the person on the other end of that letter?” Liz rubbed his back trying to ease him.
“When I read the l letters Liz I feel a little stronger. Like I don’t want to disappoint this person by going back to St. Mungo’s.” Harry felt Liz scoot into his lap and press a kiss to his lips. Harry enveloped her in his arms.
“Is it possible for me to ever meet the real you?” He whispered softly.
“The real me?”
‘The witch or wizard behind this guise?” He sighed and she smiled. “I want to thank you properly, for staying with me all this time.”
“Harry.” Liz rubbed his hair. “It would be unethical to meet you. If you knew who I was this charm breaks, I could no longer be your imaginary. That’s the book answer and I have to abide by it a little longer.”
“Oh.”
“We will. The day you no longer need an imaginary friend, but yet another friend, I’ll give you another kiss then.” She sighed. “Tell me about your Diagon Alley trip you haven’t called me since that day!”
“How do I know you’re not some creepy old lady that keeps kissing me?” He pushed her off of him.
“That’s a chance you’ll have to take.” She looked up at him from the floor. “That’s life Harry; you’ll never know you’re willing to do and what you’re not willing to do till you try it. I mean you never imagined you’d be fighting for your life and the life of millions before your eleventh birthday remember? And you tried and succeeded. You never thought you’d get out of St. Mungo’s… and you became honest with yourself and succeeded.” Liz floated back to the bed.
“This is my sexuality Liz. I don’t even wank regularly. I was always fighting for my life if not from the Dursley’s it was from some other danger! First year was settling into my new life and right away a Professor tried to kill me! Second year; the chamber of secrets! Third Year; I just knew Sirius was trying to kill me and spent that year on edge until I found out the truth!”
“I get the picture Harry.” Liz grabbed his hand, her gaze on the floor. “But that’s why I say: try it. Try everything you can, people will forgive you and understand, because you had so much to deal with in your young life. If you like women girls everywhere will be elated. If you like men you’ll have flocks of them too. The trick is picking someone who will love you even if you had no fame.”
“Like my letter lover.” Harry smiled. “Go home, Liz.” Harry rose.
“What?”
“I’m going to take your advice for once and try. I’ll call for you tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay. Have fun, Harry.” She sighed and shimmered away. Harry stood his hands and knees shaking like jelly. It didn’t make it any better that as soon as he opened his door, George Weasley was standing a few feet from his door, in his hands a letter and a soft grin spreading across his face.
“I’ll have to thank Malfoy for that one.” George muttered folding the letter back up and tucked it away before noticing Harry. “Hey, mate. You ran off as soon as you’d finished dinner. It took a lot to keep mom and Hemione to rush after you.”
“Yeah, I had some things on my mind, I wanted to think for myself before deciding what I would talk over with Lady Lizette, with my next appointment.”
“Oh, yeah. Something about shrinks’ll do that to ya‘.” George grinned. “Madam Pomfrey was a licensed shrink too. Tried to talk to me and Fred all the time. Wondered if we suffered some sort of identity problem or some other. In the end she kicked us out.” George laughed although his eyes held a more somber look.”
“Do you miss him? Fred, I mean.” Harry motioned to inside of his room and George walked in with a pondering look.
“Of course. We’d been together from day one. Two halves of the same person we always spoke about, but now his half is gone and its lonely having to make up the other half.” George sat on the bed, Harry sat beside him. “No shrink could even fix that kind of grief.” George sighed. “They just give you lots of potions to numb that part of the mind but I like the realness of it all.”
“Reality is bitter.” Harry pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knees.
“it’s a kind of bitter you have to deal with growing up.” George said. “Mum said to me one day: Loss is cruel, and cruel bitterness of it is something adults have to deal with all the time. It may be cold to say, but think of this as your true crossing over the threshold of adulthood.”
“I know that cruelty better than anyone.” Harry sighed.
“Yes, but I keep living for Fred.” George pushed Harry a little. “and for Tonks, and Remus, and the others. Because we’re still here we have to find joys in our own life.” Harry looked at the red haired male. For the first time since ever knowing him, the twin looked really mature and really cool right now. “When I find my little bits of happiness I can say “See this is for you and me.” You know?”
“I guess…” George looked at Harry then grinned.
“What, are you hot for me now?” Blood rushed to Harry’s face as George laughed at the joke.
“I just think you’ve gotten really mature since before my time in St. Mungo‘s.” Harry felt himself blushing further.
“Of course I did Harry, I couldn’t go around doing everything that would give me the time of day forever. That sort of lifestyle doesn’t last. I had to grow up and face the light at some point. Just like you.”
“You have sex with men too?” Harry asked. “Before it was just, wanking but…”
“Back to this again, eh?” George blew out. “Do you just want to try it?” There were those two words again. “Because you can talk about it until you’re purple in the face and your mind will be in a jumble because to a lot of wizards, and muggles I hear, it’s not the norm.” Harry’s face glowed with embarrassment. “I’m not forcing you or anything but-”
“Could you kiss me f-first?” Harry blurted out. George snapped his head to the obsidian haired male beside him. Harry wouldn’t even meet his eye.
“Are you sure, Harry?” Harry grabbed his wand and made work to close the bedroom door and lock it. The outside noise from the rest of the house silenced with the slamming of the door. “Already silenced…”
“On both sides.” Harry’s hands began to tremble again and he scooted back pressing his back against the headboard. “It helps ease my mind and feels like I’m elsewhere in the world alone.”
“Oh.” George turned to the younger male, tucking a leg beneath him. In his nervousness Harry’s knees came back up, acting as a wall between the two men. George just looked. “Shyness looks good on you, Harry. It’s different from that ever confident leader role you always take.” George scooted closer tugging an ankle. The leg extended easily and was pushed off the bed. The other leg treated similarly and pushed to the other side, Harry’s long legs spread with just enough room for George to fit between and he leaned in. “Your lips are trembling.”
“The world is trembling.” Harry licked his lips. George laughed.
“If you don’t want to.”
“You have to just do it with me! I can’t think twice! I wouldn’t do anything if I tho-” Harry’s eyes widened when George pressed his lips to Harry’s. This was definitely very different from kissing Ginny and this was still a closed mouth kiss. George’s lips were surprisingly smooth and soft. “Okay.” Harry pulled back and licked his lips.
“Just okay?” George frowned. Harry nodded.
“Maybe, again?” Harry suggested.
“I’ll do it for real then.” George warned before placing a hand on the back of Harry’s neck , fingers teasing the hair at the nape. “Follow my lead, if you think you can keep up do it then.” Then George planted another kiss on the Hero’s lips.
Harry closed his eyes this time, focusing of the feeling of George Weasley, older brother to his ex and best friend, putting all his experience of kissing on to the lesser experienced lips of Harry Potter. George pecked softly before sliding his tongue pass the lips of Harry Potter and play with the tongue laying dormant inside. Harry’s tongue awoke and the two tongues played and intermingled. It was this kind of snogging Harry was accustomed to. This enlivened something within him and his kisses became more playful to George’s surprise.
Somewhere in Harry’s mind he remembered the things Gin’ used to do that thrilled him, was it sick that he remembered these things while kissing her brother? Oh well, maybe George would appreciate those things as well. So he mimicked his few kissing escapades. A hard, suggestive suck on George’s tongue and hands got braver running down the red-head’s back. When he released the invading tongue he moved to suck on the male’s lower lip and released that with a pop.
“Christ, Harry.” George whispered and dipped back in for more, his hands more exploratory over Harry’s slender body. His hands slid under Harry’s shirt, the heat from his hands burning trails u p and down Harry’s body as the two kissed each other, once a light playfulness now growing desperate. George moved his hips and gave a soft chuckle.
“I say you don’t mind this much, Harry.” George looked down at Harry, his neck and ears all flushed and those green eyes were elsewhere unable to look George in the face. Harry was at full mast, and really impressive from what George could feel. George wasn’t as erect as Harry in the present moment but excited all the same.
“I think it’s the stimulation alone.” Harry excused himself. “I’ve never…”
“At all?!” George looked at the boy.
“Never past this far.”
“Don’t tell the wrong person that. Witches and Wizard of all nationalities would want to be the first lover of Harry Potter.” George moved to sit back but Harry’s thighs tightened against him.
“I like… I like the pressure against it.”
“Christ, Harry, you don’t understand your level of appeal at all!” George groaned pressing his half mast cock against Harry. “You are a gorgeous creature. If you were to claim bisexuality you would create chaos in the world and could become the biggest heartbreaker in history without trying. Your fame and wealth only further boost that to people.”
“I’m not that special.” Harry bit his lip pressing back.
“You are.” George groaned again. “ But I wouldn’t take your virginity, Harry. You need to hurry up and find someone who needs you most.” George knelt back and began undoing Harry’s pants.
“Wh-what are you-?”
“I told you I’d lend a hand if needed, but nothing more.” George grinned. “Besides, I’ve got a date tomorrow; don’t want to be tempted to cheat on her already.”
*~*~*~
“You’re going out with him in tonight, He‘ll arrive about Four.” Draco sat a dripping wet and nearly naked Lada on her bed.
“I have rehearsal tonight and why so soon?!?”
“Take him to that then and so you don‘t have time to change your mind.” Draco pulled an outfit. “No too dressy for a tour.”
“Don’t put me in heels, Drakey. Or rather not stilettos, my feet can take those if I take him to your place of occupation for drinks and dancing later.”
“Why would you bring a straight man to a gay bar?”
“Because I’m comfortable around gays, you know I’m a fag hag. Plus, I get the feeling he might be…”
“I don’t think he is.” Draco sighed and pulled out another outfit. “He’s seen you in this.” He puts it back then sighs. “Well put your undergarments on and then maybe I can decide.”
“No, if you pick a sexy shirt, I need a good strapless bra.” She pouted. “I wonder if he’ll bring Harry. Cuz we don’t have a floo and he’ll need to know his way around.”
“Nice try, Lacielle…” Draco sighed then looked in the closet and pulled out a black and red mini dress. “Tell me you have black or red tights.”
“Both.”
“Do red.”
“Okay.” She sighed. Reaching into her underwear drawer and proceeded to pull out black undergarments and Draco smiled.
“You’ll like him.” Drake brushed his hair with her brush and tied it in a low ponytail.
“We’ll see.” She sighed pulling on her tights then preceded to magick them so they wouldn’t run. Then there was a knocking on a door.
“Don’t be afraid to get physical with him okay?” Draco smiled and walked on to get the door.
“Thank Harry; things are a bit, odd.” George grinned at the dark haired boy when Draco opened the door.
“You brought Potter? I told you to write back if you needed directions on how to get here from the Port key.” Draco snorted.
“Evening to you too, Malfoy.”
“Harry just wanted to wander the muggle world while I was out anyway. It’s been a few years since he’s last seen it.” George nodded to the effeminate looking young man.
“That’s true. Well come on in, you know women are rarely on time. Especially Lada, She fussy about whom she dates to start with.” Draco closed the door.
“That girl from the other day? The one with the bum?” Harry frowned softly neither male noticing Draco‘s grimace. “I thought she was your girlfriend, Malfoy.”
“My flat-mate.” Draco quickly magicked the room in spots he might’ve missed while cleaning earlier. “I thought news traveled well and I was positive that Weasley would’ve been glad to gloat that I’ve been kicked out of my house for my preference.”
“So it’s true then.” Harry sat down.
“It’s true. Lada took me in and found me a job.”
“I guess I just never thought that Draco Malfoy would ever be in the muggle world.” Harry nodded awkwardly.
“Neither did I.” Draco flipped his hair Harry watch the translucent strands flutter a bit.
“Okay, Drakey acceptable?” Lada came down the stairs in black Mary Jane’s and the outfit Drakey picked out.
“It’ll do.” Draco said and Lada frowned. The smiled pretty. “Oh my gosh! Harry Potter in my house and today was Drakey’s turn to clean.” She pulled her wand from her cleavage and magicked something in the corner away then tucked it back nicely.
“So you do use your magick in the muggle world.” George grinned.
“Well the only one to ever see is Anna.” Points to the little girl in the window with her dolls. “But she’s so young her parents don’t believe her, plus I think she’s a witch too. She‘s got a bit of potential.”
“Get along you two, stay out late and put a sock on the door if you get busy.”
“We’ll just do it in the bathroom at your job.” Lada rolled her eyes and off they went.
“Will they be okay?” Harry stood behind Draco looking. Draco gripped the door feeling how close Harry was behind him.
“They will. Lada’s a little slut in secret. If he says the right thing she’ll jump him.”
“What?” Harry sounded a little horrified. Draco laughed.
“It’s not true of course, but she may. She drives everyone away.” Draco turned and Harry was sitting on the couch. “You’re staying here?”
“George would get lost on the way back; I figured I could wait with you till they get back and not bother Lada.”
“Or… you don’t want to go back to the Weasley household just yet.” Silence. “I was right?” He looked at Harry whose cheeks were an awesome red. “Well you can’t stay all night, I have to work.”
“Your attitude is better, I thought maybe this time we can get along…Where do you work?” Harry just looked at the boy sit on the couch across from him.
“A gay club.” Draco grinned.
“Sounds interesting. Don’t think I’m ready for that much exposure though.” Draco frowned then covered it up with his trademark sneer.
“Homophobic are you?” Draco crossed his legs and arms at the same time.
“To be honest…” Harry grinned. “I’m not completely aversive to the idea.”
“What?” Draco looked at Harry.
“I’m not homophobic.” Harry looked at the blonde. “Malfoy? Hello?”
_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
Ha! A week out! A bit late but its still a week! And don’t worry I’m not rushing these two… or Harry’s development… but they needed jumpstarts… next one two weeks…. maybe
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