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To Find The Missing Lifeline	By : EvilConcubine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37353 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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7. Free Fall

     There probably weren't many things for him to thank his destiny for, but he was thankful that he hadn't become a murderer, regardless of the circumstances and in spite of Lucius' expectations. But, on the other hand, he'd let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. All the victims were lying heavy on his conscience, even if indirectly, even if he'd had no choice. Draco failed to analyze himself. His sixth year had been a torture; he'd made a lot of tragic mistakes. They were irretrievable, but he wanted some atonement, so he could go on.

     He'd found Ronald Weasley in the library. It seemed the redhead had become a frequent visitor there, to everyone's surprise. He was looking for some book when Draco approached him.

"Weasley, may I have a word with you?" the Slytherin asked after making sure that there was no one else around to overhear them.

"Okay," the redhead nodded and prepared to listen. Inwardly it was very hard for Draco to start talking straight away. He leaned his back against the bookshelf in front of Ron, and exhaled, collecting himself.

"I want to apologise for what happened in our sixth year. I nearly killed you unpremeditatedly. This is not an excuse though; I don't have any. You were poisoned, and it was my fault. I fully realise that it means nothing to you, but I want you to know that I'm sorry," he admitted. He sounded formally and confidently, but sincerely; and that was how he'd wanted it to be, even if he was secretly shaking in his shoes.

"I..." Ron was perplexed and didn't know what to say. Before he found any words to answer, Draco turned to leave and walked away. The Slytherin didn't want to see a burst of indignation or even to hear any words of forgiveness, if that was in Ron's mind. He'd done what he had had to do to unburden his soul and to make Weasley know that he regretted. He wasn't sorry for all the verbal insults that had been mutual; however, he'd carried a heavy load of guilt for the incident, which had nearly entailed Weasley's death. That was the thing to apologise for, even if he wasn't sure that the apology was enough.

     Katie Bell was the next person to ask for forgiveness, since she'd nearly died because of his actions, too, but she'd already graduated from school, so he could only write a letter with his sincere apologies. It was Friday and he didn't have to think about the homework, so he took his time to compose a worthy content.

     Harry came to him after supper and they found themselves in bed just some moments later.

"Do you feel any better?" Harry asked as they were lying in each other's arms.

"Mmh?" Draco murmured lazily, nuzzling into his neck.

"Ron told me about your apology. I think he was impressed. He wonders if maybe you tried to befriend with him, too, and he was too confused."

"No. It was an apology, not an offer of friendship. And it wasn't some beau geste. I was rather... sceptical about the whole idea, but I just had to do it without waiting anything in return. I had to... It was something I wanted to do since that incident. I just couldn't find heart to do it earlier and, of course, I couldn't do it in our sixth year." Draco sat up on the edge of the bed, turning away from Harry.

"I see... And Katie Bell too?" the brunet asked, caressing Draco's naked back with his fingertips.

"Yes..."

"So? Do you feel any better now that you've done it?"

"I don't know..."

"But you should feel better. I think it was a brave thing to do. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

"Indeed, it wasn't," Draco sighed.

"Come here." Harry spread his arms and Draco found himself in the welcoming embrace again. They kissed each other tenderly.

"So... Would you like to try to get along with Ron and Hermione?" the Gryffindor asked.

"No, I don't think so," Draco shook his head.

"But why? I'm sure you could find something in common. Ron was impressed by your chess games, he told me that he was, and he doesn't feel bad about you and me as friends. Hermione... Well, it's a little more complicated with her, but she respects you for your intelligence. If you just talked to each other..."

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I don't think it would work. I'm quite civil to them and that's all I can offer for now. I'm just... I'm not ready."

"All right," Harry smiled slightly.

"Are you angry with me?" Draco asked, looking into his eyes.

"Not at all," Harry shook his head sincerely.

"It's Friday. Are you staying for the night?" Somehow, the blond was a little afraid that the answer would be 'no' after what they'd just discussed.

"Of course," Harry smiled instead.

"Good..."

     After another passionate lovemaking they decided that it was time to sleep. Draco took his potion, put out the light and closed the curtains around the bed.

"Draco, tell me the truth, are you addicted?" Harry asked carefully when they snuggled up together.

"No, nothing like that. Please, just let it go." 'Because I don't want to have another nightmare, I don't want to wake you up with my scream, and there's a chance that I'll wet myself,' he thought with sadness.

"Good night," Harry whispered.

"Good night," Draco echoed and kissed his lover's lips.

     Harry woke up early in the morning. He opened the bed curtains. The room was beautifully illuminated by the magical window. Draco was sleeping quietly with his nose buried in a pillow and the brunet smiled at him. He got up and stretched himself.

"Don't go..." the blond moaned at the loss. He was still half-asleep.

"I have to go, baby... Some people asked me to train them in the Duelling Club, and I promised to do it today," Harry explained. Draco's reply was a whine of displeasure.

"Why don't you ask one of your friends to do it for you? Surely, they do not have any beautiful, naked, kissable and sleepy blonds in their beds," he said sleepily.

"Draco..." Harry smiled cheerfully. "You don't know what you're doing to me... I promise I'll be back soon, and earn my beautiful, naked, kissable and sleepy blonde's forgiveness."

"He'll be sleeping then. He won't appreciate your efforts, and he doesn't like to be awakened," Draco mumbled without opening his eyes.

"Then I'll have to find a way to wake him up very gently with my lips and hands," Harry said, already with some clothes on. He went to the bathroom and washed himself quickly.

"You could try it now," Draco purred drowsily when the brunet returned. His eyes were still closed.

"Try what?"

"Wake me up very gently... Touch me... Put your hands under the blanket and touch me all over," the blond almost whispered. The pale-pink lips were wordlessly begging for a kiss.

"Sorry. But I really have to go," Harry sighed with regret, trying his best to resist temptation, feeling dizzy and warm. "Now look what you've done to me," he sighed again, looking down. Draco half-opened his sleepy eyes and saw an impressive bulge on Harry's trousers.

"Serves you well," he frowned and closed his eyes again, turning away and making himself more comfortable in bed where he'd been left alone unceremoniously.

"It's very early. Sleep some more. I'll be back in two hours," Harry promised and sealed the promise with a kiss to assure his capricious lover. He tried to kiss the pout away and almost succeeded.

     An hour and a half had not yet passed when Draco felt the way the quilt cover was lifted behind him with the quiet rustle and the weight of another body settled in the bed. He smiled through his sleep. The naked body pressed closer to him.

"You're cold..." the blond murmured.

"Will you warm me?" Harry smiled.

"You promised to wake me up in a very special way... But since I'm already awaken..." Draco turned to him and wrapped his arms around the brunet. His leg embraced the strong thighs. They kissed.

"How was your duelling?" the Slytherin asked.

"I don't know," Harry smiled.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Draco chuckled.

"I was thinking about you all the time," the Gryffindor said softly. They kissed again.

"I want you..." the blond whispered.

"Then take me."

     The room filled with sighs, moans and incoherent whispers. After a long foreplay, Harry was carefully entered, lying on his side, and Draco was behind him, holding him with both arms and kissing the back of his neck. It was slow and tender lovemaking. Both boys were melting in each other.

     They only got out of the bed when Harry had to leave again, this time for the Quidditch practice.

"Could you, please, do without your wild escapades this time? I need you whole," Draco smiled and pressed his lips to Harry's.

"I promise, baby," the Gryffindor replied, very happy that his lover cared about him so much. They kissed again and the tongues were curling around each other. Harry was actually showered with kisses before he could leave. He was literally walking on air.

     In the evening they met in the corridor of the dungeons. Draco was returning from Severus' rooms and Harry was going to Draco's. The Slytherin literally jumped into Harry's arms. He was brimming over with joy, looking into the green eyes he'd been missing all day. The Gryffindor more than appreciated such warm welcome and kissed back fervently, nearly devouring the blonde's mouth. Both of them felt the irresistible longing. Harry made Draco moan and whimper by licking and sucking his protruded tongue like a sugar candy. When they could take it no more, Harry lifted him up, holding him under his thighs. Legs and arms wrapped around him quickly.

"Gods... Fide, sed... Aaah... Cui fidas, vide..." Draco gasped and moaned the password feverishly with his head thrown back, while Harry was kissing his neck senseless. The wizard on the portrait had already got used to the infatuated youths. He was only slightly irritated now that they were displaying their passion right in front of him. However, it was much more chaste and loving than the satanic orgies that he'd witnessed (or had even taken part in them gladly) during some dark rituals when he'd been alive and pursued by the infuriated Inquisition in the Muggle World, not to mention that he'd been a frequenter of the brothels. So it wasn't his place to be preconceived. He opened the room and Harry carried his lover inside.

     Neither of them noticed the retreating shadow in the semidarkness of the dungeons. Its owner had seen enough without being too close to the kissing and embracing couple...

     The next morning Draco received a letter from Ron:

'Hi, Malfoy,

     You haven't given me a chance to say that I don't bear grudges on you. What you said was just unexpected and I just couldn't find the right words to answer. Or maybe it was for the best, because you gave me time to think it over. I know your story and I know you're not a murderer. That's enough for me. I survived. We both survived the war and that's what important I think.

     Of course, you were a terrible bully, but I don't really like to go into the past. Harry thinks highly of you and I have no reason to distrust his opinion.

     If you'll ever want to play chess with me again, you're more than welcome to be my opponent.

Sincerely,

Weasel.'

     Draco chuckled. He hadn't been waiting for any forgiveness, but this wasn't bad at all.

"What is it, babe?" Harry mumbled sleepily, digging himself out of the blankets and pillows.

"A letter from your friend, Weasley."

"Ah, yes. He told me he was going to write you."

"If he only knew about us, the content would have been different," Draco smiled.

"That would be my problem to work it out, so don't worry. What about Katie?"

"She hasn't written back and, quite frankly, I don't expect her to," Draco confessed. "I'm not sure she's even read my letter. She must have decided that it was cursed. But... Never mind. Are you hungry?"

"Yes. Come here so I could eat you," Harry grinned. Draco smiled and complied, returning into bed.

     The next week was hard and they studied a lot, but they did their homework together every evening, as usually, and, of course, they always found the time to make love. That was the reason they didn't have enough sleep. Almost every night Harry sneaked into the Gryffindor tower under his invisibility cloak long after the beginning of the curfew and fell into a deep sleep once he reached his bed. Unfortunately for both of them, he couldn't stay in Draco's room on weekdays, since he wanted to avoid the unwanted and annoying questions of his housemates. He didn't want them to become too nosy. Both youths were waiting for Friday to spend more time together and sleep in each other's arms.

     Harry came into his room only late in the evening. He sat down tiredly and took a cup of tea.

"What took you so long? I missed you," the blond said sulkily.

"I missed you too, Draco. I thought you knew that your godfather gave me a detention for today," Harry sighed.

"Oh, right. Your exploded cauldron nearly killed half of the people in the classroom, because you were too busy staring at me," Draco chuckled.

"Very funny," Harry smiled.

"I thought he confined himself by taking points."

"I'm not that lucky. I can't imagine how anyone can get along with such a snarky person," Harry sighed again. Well, of course, he was very grateful for everything the man had done for him, but it hadn't made Snape treat him any better, even if he was much calmer than before and something was different. Something was definitely different. It seemed the man ignored him unless Harry did something truly remarkable in the worst sense of word, making the man scowl at him or even say something sarcastic. Actually, sometimes Harry felt that the man was avoiding him or simply had struck Harry out of his life completely, probably deciding that he'd done enough and didn't have to pay an excessive attention to the Gryffindor, or any attention at all. Even today Harry had only found a cold note on the desk, which he usually occupied in the classroom. The note had been addressed to him and it had been just a list of the tasks to do during the time of detention. Somehow it felt confusing.

"I can. I love the man dearly," the blond smiled, distracting Harry from his thoughts.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Harry smirked, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't be silly. It's just... Severus has done so much for me. If we could choose our fathers, undoubtedly, I would have chosen him, without thinking twice," Draco confessed. He noticed Harry's studying look. "What?"

"Nothing. I've just tried to imagine you with black hair and black eyes," the Gryffindor replied.

"And?"

"I like you the way you are. Anyway, I wonder if you've ever told him what you've just told me."

"No. But I don't have to, because he knows," the blond shrugged.

"I understand how you feel. As you know, Sirius was very close to me, but I didn't know him for enough time. We had no chance. But he loved me very much," Harry sighed.

"Yes, you've told me you wanted to live with him instead of those dim-witted muggles."

"Right. I wanted to have a real family so much. Unfortunately, that was only an unrealizable dream."

"I'm so sorry," Draco said and put a comforting hand on Harry's.

"Kiss me," the brunet whispered. The Slytherin came closer and their mouths joined in a kiss.

     When they did all their homework for Monday, just not to think about it later, they moved into the magical garden. It was a warm summer night (unlike the cold winter night in reality). Harry was lying on the blanket that was spread out on the soft grass. He was completely taken with the erotic sight of Draco, sitting on his hips and riding his slick with lube member. He just couldn't take his eyes off the way this lean, pale body moved gracefully right in front of him. Draco was moaning, throwing his head back, arching his back or bending forward to Harry and lowering his slightly flushed face with half-lidded or closed eyes. Harry started to meet his movements with his hips to make them more intense. Draco emitted a loud moan, arching his back again and squeezing his own knees with hands. The brunet was passing his hands gently and slowly from the blonde's wrists to his elbows and back to his hands. Draco's erection was swaying in front of his lover with every move, leaving the drops of pre-come on Harry's hard, slightly tanned abdomen. The green eyes were captivating and the slightly swollen lips were parted, allowing the arousing sounds of pleasure to escape. Draco enjoyed every single detail of his beautiful Gryffindor. When Harry grasped the blonde's erection with his hand and began to stroke it, it became impossible to hold back.

"Harry... I... I can't..! If you don't stop... I'll come all over you... I'm about to..." the blond panted, overwhelmed with sensations. Almost every short inhale was a gasp and just as short exhales were moans.

"Oh, yes... Oh, yes, Draco," the brunet encouraged, thrusting hard into him and feeling that Draco's muscles were tightening around him. Seized with the feeling of euphoria, they came almost simultaneously with the loud moans. The pearly liquid covered Harry's chest and some of it even reached his face. At the same time his own semen shot deep into his lover.

     They returned into the room and went to bed. Soon Harry was fast asleep. Draco was looking at him for some time, then took his potion, took off the brunet's spectacles and fell asleep too.

     The Gryffindor woke up with the feeling of warmth and comfort. He smiled drowsily, seeing sleeping Draco, lying on him. The blond head was resting on his shoulder and the beautiful face was turned to him. Harry's arm was wrapped around the blonde's lean waist. Draco's hand was resting near the brunet's shoulder and his fingers were holding the spectacles by their side. Harry carefully took them out of the weak grip of the graceful fingers, and put them on to have a better view of his blond and himself, nicely cuddled together.



     Unfortunately for them, the next night they had to spend away from each other. Someone had informed the headmistress that Harry hadn't spent some nights in his dorms. Thankfully, Harry had found out about it in time, so he wouldn't be caught in the act, however, he hadn't found out who had reported on him. That was just ridiculous! Some students often spent their nights in the Room of Requirement, or gods know where else, with their girlfriends or boyfriends, like Ron and Hermione, for example; but no one had betrayed their housemates like this before. Harry was angry and frustrated. He promised his upset lover to come to him in the morning.

     Harry woke up early, took a shower and went to Draco. The first thing he saw was an empty vial on the bedside table. He frowned and then sighed sadly. Draco was heavily sedated by his potion. Harry undressed and lay down beside his lover under the blanket. He still felt a little tired, but he couldn't fall asleep. Instead, he watched peacefully sleeping Draco. He kissed his ear, then inhaled the intoxicating and fresh smell of the blond silken hair, slightly rumpling it with his nose and lips. Draco winced slightly. Perhaps, he could feel something through his sleep. It was already morning, so the potion had probably started to wear off. Smiling, Harry brushed his lover's lips with his fingers and kissed his cheek and temple gently. He snaked his hand down Draco's spine and cupped his warm bottom. It was arousing.

     He pulled off the blanket completely and explored every piece of Draco's smooth skin. Well, almost every, since the blond kept lying on his side and Harry didn't move him. He discovered a few little and faint birthmarks and kissed each of them. He also found some very faint scars. They could be seen only on closer examination. He knew where they had come from. The thought made him sad and he kissed those scars, too. It was the only blemish on the perfectly soft skin. Harry didn't even consider them as blemish or something ugly. For him it was just an evidence of Draco's suffering and pain he'd endured, and Harry was taking it painfully. For now he let it go though, and continued admiring his lover. He thought that Draco could become an inspiration of an artist or a sculptor. Could anything be so perfect? Or he was just so blinded with infatuation? He thought about it with amusement. Suddenly he noticed that Draco was half-hard. His sleep wasn't that deep already and Harry's exploring caresses made him react. The blond began to awake slowly, but surely, however, he didn't move and his eyes were half-lidded and very sleepy. Harry smiled at him and kissed his hipbone, then kissed all the way to his groin, nuzzled into the blond curls and brushed his lips against the forming arousal and testicles. He was rewarded with a sweet, sleepy mewl and took the hardening member into his mouth. He played with it with his tongue and sucked it gently, so it became as hard as a stone. Almost awakened, Draco started to pant. His still weak hand grasped at the dark, unruly hair. Soon he was moaning instead of panting as Harry sucked him hard. It didn't take long for him to come into the brunet's mouth. Harry swallowed it all and smiled at him. The blond smiled back. The Gryffindor watched with fascination as Draco stretched and the balls of his beautiful feet set against the wooden footboard of the bed.

"Good morning," Harry smiled.

"Indeed, the morning is good," Draco purred. The brunet wasn't intending to end it like this. He was hard as hell. His tongue slid between the blonde's buttocks, he sucked his testicles gently, then his mouth returned to the blonde's member. The attention made Draco become aroused again and only then he was penetrated...

     Almost the entire day they were spending in bed: talking, kissing and making love. They even ate in bed, thinking that they deserved it, because their night had been ruined.

     The next week didn't differ from the previous and everything was perfect between them. However, in the end of the week something had changed. Draco noticed that Harry had become very thoughtful. The blond started to suspect that his love was losing interest in him. He was utterly concerned about it, but he was afraid to ask bluntly, so he only asked if something was wrong or if he'd done something wrong. Harry assured him, that everything was all right and felt guilty when he was looking into the sad grey eyes. He didn't really see any problem. But Draco felt restless. He was scared and hurt at the very thought of losing Harry. The other week was even worse, - Harry stopped coming to him every day. He explained that he was just tired and didn't feel well. The Slytherin wasn't convinced, but he didn't want to argue. He probably was too paranoid and there really was nothing to worry about.
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