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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 8:

“Ron, don’t make a fuss out of it,” Hermione said absently as she continued reading her book.

“I’m not! I’m not making fuss out of it! Why does he want to spend this year’s Christmas alone?” Ron turned to look at Harry, “Why?”

“Because I want to Ron…” Harry sighed and sat up straighter. “I want to spend my Christmas alone, at Grimmauld Place. With nobody, just me and that gloomy place,” Harry hated lying to his friend, but it was better for him not knowing about Harry’s plans. Not just yet.

“But, why would you?”

“Oh Ron, leave it alright?” Hermione finally snapped.

“Hermione, how can you be like that? He doesn’t want to come to the Burrow for Christmas, with us, and he wants to spend it alone, not with us, not with his family, not with anyone. All alone; don’t you find this really weird?”

Hermione and Harry shared a look. Yes, it was very weird and highly unlikely for Harry to want to spend his Christmas holidays alone and at Grimmauld Place. After all, it was few months later from his Godfather’s demise. Harry looked at Hermione with hopeful eyes, begging her to talk Ron out of his questioning mood. Hermione pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at them both. She herself hated lying to Ron, but Harry needed her and she wasn’t going to let him down. “Ron, I know it’s weird, but Harry wants to, so we don’t have much a say in it now, do we?”

Ron looked about to argue but then huffed out a breath and walked towards where Lavender was sitting. Harry sighed in relief and looked at Hermione with sheepish expression.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to dump this all in you, it’s just that-”

“I know Harry. But…don’t you agree with me that Ron has a right to know about it?” asked Hermione gently, her voice low so only Harry could hear her. Harry nodded and sighed again.

“Yeah, he has to know about it, but I just…I don’t know how to tell him,” said Harry. “I don’t know how he’ll take it. What if he won’t accept it? What if he’ll be disgusted by it?”

“Harry, he’s your friend and he’ll have to just accept it and that’s it. He won’t be disgusted by you. I’m sure of it,” Hermione said gently and squeezed Harry’s hand, before standing and going up the stairs to her dormitory.

Harry sighed and looked at the roaring fire. Despite the fact that Harry and Ron were best friends and nothing would break them apart, it was simply not enough for them to be still friends if Ron found out with whom he was actually going to spend his Christmas with. Harry looked over where he was sitting, tangled in limbs and lip-lock with Lavender, for a moment Ron broke away from the kiss and looked over at Harry, giving him thumbs up over Lavender’s shoulder, then taking her by her hand and walking out of the Common Room. Harry smiled, thinking how his best friend was happy with the relationship that he was now into.

They were really good with each other, but the fact remained this, if Harry ever had the gut to tell him about his relationship with Malfoy, he was sure he was going to lose him.

Harry shook his head and sighed again, he’d think about this later, when he’d get back from his holiday. Now he would go to his dormitory and take a really good night sleep rest. Tomorrow was going to be tiring enough.

The Noble House of Black was as dark as Harry remembered it. Despite the fact of the summer’s cleansing that they had done on the place, it was still filled with a heavy dust. Harry flicked his wand at the far end of the front corridor to get a small lightning, and looked around the dimly lit corridor. How many times did he dream to come here to see Sirius whenever he was in school? How many times he had heard Sirius’ bark-like laughter ring around the House, giving a small brightness to it? Now there was nothing but coldness.

“Let’s move, hm?” Malfoy was with him. He agreed coming with Harry to his home.

Harry swallowed, blindly reached out to grab hold of Malfoy’s hand, which lightly squeezed his hand and pulled him down the corridor and towards the kitchen. Although Malfoy didn’t know which room was which, his steps were confident, and his hold on Harry’s never released its pressure. When they finally reached towards the door to the kitchen, Harry’s nerves peaked.

Slowly he pushed the door open and walked in, Malfoy in tow. It was as he remembered it; dark, gloomy, with long table in the middle, but surprisingly it was clean. Then Harry was assaulted with memories; this was the place where they spent their most time in. This was the place where he greeted Sirius for the first time in months. This was the place where…he couldn’t think anymore.

He abruptly turned around and collided with Malfoy’s chest. Strong arms encircled him, making him trapped and squeezed tightly into the chest that he was finding so hard to move away from. He clutched at Malfoy like he was his life-line. A dry sob escaped his tight throat and he tried to squeeze it down. This was hard; harder than he imagined it to be.

“It’s alright to cry Harry… No need to have your emotions bottled in, let it out,” and not registering the fact that Malfoy just called him ‘Harry’ he couldn’t take it anymore, he cried. He cried for everything. He cried for not being able to see his Godfather, for not being able to give him a proper good-bye, not being able to tell him how Harry actually loved it. He clutched to Malfoy, desperately, his hands hungry for a human’s warmth body. “It’s okay, it’s okay…I’ve got you…” Malfoy’s voice was so soothing, so comforting, it was like a warm lullaby for him. Another sob escaped him as Malfoy softly kissed the top of his head.

Gently, Malfoy pushed him away, keeping one arm safely around Harry’s waist; he wiped away the fallen tears off of his face. He looked anxious, his eyes bright and Harry idly thought if he had been crying too. Harry closed his eyes and cherished the moment of Malfoy touching his face. His hands were so warm, so soft, and Harry wanted nothing more than to feel it on his face, all the time. He looked up at Malfoy’s face, watching as his eyes followed his fingers movements. Harry’s mouth opened up in awe as he now really appreciated the feeling of Malfoy’s fingers on him. His eyes dipped low as he looked at Malfoy’s perfectly shaped lips.

Tightening his hold on Malfoy’s shirt, he pulled him closer to his face and kissed his lips. Malfoy gripped the back of Harry’s neck and tilted his head back, giving him more access to his mouth. He plunged his tongue inside of the hot mouth and Harry moaned at the taste of him; he was so good. Harry moved his hand up to Malfoy’s face, touching it with one hand the other moved to his hair. Gripping it tight, the kiss deepened. Harry’s kisses turned into more urgent and more passionate. He wanted to feel Malfoy, he wanted to feel skin on skin, and he wanted to feel any kind of contact with him. Malfoy practically growled as he pulled back from the kiss and looked at Malfoy’s face; brow furrowed, lips parted in mid-kiss, cheeks flaming red. Harry took another deep steadying breath and nudged Malfoy’s face with his hand. Malfoy opened his eyes and the intense look in it practically melted Harry’s insides.

“Ma-make love to me tonight, Draco…” Harry said breathlessly, his voice scratchy and rough from the aroused state that he was in.

At first Harry thought Draco was going to reject him, because of the blank look that he was giving him, but then Draco moved like a lightening. He turned around, and walked down the hall turned around again and up the stairs, practically dragging Harry after him. Harry was breathing sharply. Why? Why did he ask for Draco to do such thing? Was he so desperate? Was he so craving for comfort, for care from him, from anyone? Harry didn’t know, nor did he care. The only thing that was making him nervous was the fact that he was going to have sex with Draco.

Without looking at the doors, Draco was about to open one of them when Harry tugged him back. He was breathing hard and was looking at the door fearfully. It was Sirius’s. He wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t going in now. Draco looked at the door and a soft ‘oh’ left his lips, he bit his lower lip and looked at Harry apologetically. Harry shook his head and dragged him down the hall to the bedroom which he shared with Ron when they were staying for the summer. Although the bed was made for only one person, Harry didn’t care. At least it was a bed.

He opened the door and walked in. Draco gave one look at the bed then waved his wand at it; the bed sheets were clean and white in an instant and Harry had a time to smile before his lips were attacked by Draco’s. He moaned deep inside his chest, his arms turning into jelly. His body tingled all over and he wanted to be touched; touched by Draco’s soft hands. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and pulled him closer.

“Are you sure about this?” Draco asked his voice breathless. His cock twitching of the thoughts of getting some, but Draco’s rational mind squashed it down. He needed to tell Harry about it, and if he didn’t…

“Yes…” came Harry’s breathless reply, nipping on Draco’s jaw, watching as his eyes fluttered shut and breathed out a sigh. “I want you…” Harry licked his way towards Draco’s ear. “So fucking much…” he nipped on it, earning himself a shudder and a hiss.

Before he could start unbuttoning Draco’s shirt, nimble fingers were doing his already and he stood there, motionless waiting for Draco to end. His shirt came off of him slowly, the fabric of the cloth making him to shiver. When the shirt was completely off of him, Draco’s fingers replaced them and Harry moaned at the contact. Draco watched, mesmerized as Harry’s head slowly lulled back, giving access to his neck. Draco dipped in and kissed it slowly, making sure to mark him permanently. Draco’s hands moved from Harry’s elbows to his exposed and slightly hairy chest, touching the hair there slowly, with care. His hands moved down and touched his tented pants slowly, Harry bucked.

“T-take off your shirt,” Harry whispered breathlessly his eyes closed, Draco stilled. He had to tell him, there was no turning back now. “Take it off…” Harry’s voice broke in mid-sentence. He opened his eyes slowly and watched as the emotions played in Draco’s eyes. He couldn’t be…please Merlin…he couldn’t be…

“Harry,” started Draco, his voice husky from the emotions and arousal state he was in. “Y-you’ve got to understand…that this wasn’t something that I wanted…that I had a chance in.” Harry stood there, motionless, waiting for Draco. His heart was beating erratically. He swallowed hard when he saw Draco working on his buttons. He bit his lower lip and watched as the creamy-white chest was being exposed before his eyes and he couldn’t touch it, not yet… the shirt came off. Draco’s left hand was away from Harry’s eyesight. Harry looked at him, in mad disbelief. This couldn’t be happening, not to him.

“Draco…” he breathed out his name, not believing it. He tentatively took Draco’s arm in his hand. Draco restrained of course, but Harry didn’t let him get away. He tightened his hold on him and forced him to turn his arm up. There it was. The Dark Mark, prominent on his arm.

“Fuck!” Harry released his arm, like it had burnt him and backed away from him, shaking his head to deny it. “No…” He knew that it could’ve been it. He knew that Draco could be a Death Eater, and he was kind of ready for it, but as it turned out he really wasn’t ready for it.

“Harry please let me explain,” Draco’s broken voice got through Harry’s jumbled up thoughts and he looked away. Draco was desperate he had to make Harry talk to him, to make him understand why he actually did it. “I hadn’t a choice in this-”

“Everyone has a choice Draco,” Harry was quick to answer.

“No!” Draco shouted his eyes stinging. “No! Not everyone has a choice! I didn’t have a choice over this! He made me to accept the Dark Mark. He thought that this would show my father to not fail in his missions. I didn’t have a choice! They forced me to take this fucking taboo on me! I wanted my freedom. I still want it!” Draco was breathing rapidly, and was looking at Harry with crazy, wild, desperate eyes, begging him to believe him, to accept him. Accept him the way he was; a broken teenager and with a taboo marking him forever.

“Draco…” Harry looked at him; he was trying to hold back his own emotions. He didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t know what to tell him, he didn’t know how to approach him. He just stood there watching as Draco struggled with his breathing, looking at him with his big gray hopeful eyes. His chest was glistening with sweat, and was moving rapidly up and down as he breathed. Harry swallowed hard and looked up at Draco’s face again. “I-I don’t know what to say…”

Draco closed his eyes and breathed calmly, “Please, Harry…”

“I-I don’t really know what to say to you…” said Harry and he tentatively started to walk towards Draco. He slowly extended his hand and grabbed Draco’s left hand. With a gasp Draco’s eyes opened and he stumbled back, falling down on the bed. There was not much difference between their heights now, but Harry still managed to look down on Draco.

Draco on his part was nervous. He didn’t know what to expect from Harry, especially after this. He waited for Harry, waited for him for so many years that it’d hurt him if Harry rejected him. Really, he had to tell him before they were about to do this, but he was a coward. It was hard to admit something like that, but it was the truth.

Harry took his hand in his once again and looked deeply into Draco’s eyes, before sliding them over to Draco’s exposed left forearm. The Dark Mark was bright on his pale skin. Harry stared at it; it was kind of beautiful in an odd sort of way, if you looked past the evilness of it, that is. With his free hand, he ran the tip of his fingers over it, making Draco shiver at the contact. Harry looked at him, “Did it hurt when you’ve got it?”

“It hurt like hell,” was the whispered reply from him, “I thought I was going to die from the pain of it.”

Harry still looked at him with his bright eyes. He was the enemy, and yet Harry still wanted him; all over him. Without thinking about it he pulled Draco’s arm towards his mouth and kissed the Dark Mark. Draco jumped violently and gasped loudly, a broken sob leaving his mouth. Harry, excited from the reaction he got from Draco licked the Mark thoroughly.

“Oh…” stuttered out Draco and shuddered again.

If Draco could forgive him over the coin incident, then he’d forgive him for this; for not having a choice for this matter. He didn’t deserve to be punished from him either. “I want you…” Harry whispered and moved to kiss Draco’s lips. “I want you so bad!”

“But-”

“I don’t care,” Harry said and looked at Draco. “I don’t really care about what you are and who you are. As long as this-” he indicated to the Mark “-won’t change you, I don’t care then.”

Draco smashed their lips together into a searing kiss. Harry moaned deep inside his chest and started to unbuckle his jeans. Draco slapped his hands away and did it himself. As he was done by him he grabbed the waistband of the jeans and his boxers, and shoved them down from his hips. Draco’s breath caught in his chest as he saw Harry’s proud and erect cock. His mouth dried up immediately. Without thinking about it he took it in his hand and started to tug on it making Harry to thrust his hips up with his hand move. He moved forward and licked the digit with his tongue making Harry to grab hold of his shoulders and to moan.

“Oh God…” Harry groaned out as he felt Draco taking it into his mouth. His knees quivered as Draco started to move his head up and down on him, making Harry dug his nails into the flesh of Draco’s and groaning loudly as he felt the head of it hitting a spot in Draco’s mouth. Draco moaned around him, sucking, licking, kissing, and doing crazy things with his tongue making Harry dizzy. Draco looked up, his eyes smoky gray, and sucked so long that Harry cried out in passion. His eyes actually rolled back from the feeling.

Draco released his cock abruptly and worked with the buttons of his pants. Harry breathing fast, heart beating wilder chucked off his jeans, and climbed onto the bed, waiting for Draco to do the same. Draco practically ripped his pants off him and climbed onto the bed, and onto Harry. They hissed in unison as their naked bodies touched each other; they smashed their lips together and kissed fiercely, their passion at its peak. Harry grabbed Draco’s hair and maneuvered his head to the side, to get him a better access to the sweet and hot mouth of his. Draco’s hands run desperately across Harry’s toned chest, scratching at the sweaty flesh. His fingers played with one nipple, as the other moved to the side and slowly teasingly made its way towards Harry’s bum; squeezing it hungrily. He cock twitched, hardening even more at the thought of getting some.

His kisses moved to Harry’s jaw line, licking his way towards Harry’s earlobe and kissing under it, making Harry to shudder once again. Harry moaned as Draco completely moved away and sat on his knees looking down at Harry with heat in his eyes. Harry breathing hard met his intense gaze equally. He was gorgeous. Sweat was glistening off the smooth baby skin of Draco’s, his chest moving up and down with the erratic breathing he had harbored through their hungry kiss, his hair was as messy as Harry’s from the hands that thoroughly messed them. For Draco Harry looked edible, spread before him, vulnerable, him in charge for both of them. He looked down towards Harry’s throbbing cock and licked his lips as he remembered how it tasted when it was inside of his mouth.

“Have you ever done it?” asked Draco, his voice mere whisper. Harry shook his head biting his lower lip, reaching out to touch Draco; his fingers trembling. Draco licked his lips and moved Harry’s legs up on his shoulder; this way he’d have an easier access to him. “Give me a pillow,” he instructed and Harry clutched to one of the many pillows under his head, silently giving it to Draco. He moved his hips up and Draco laid the pillow under it comfortably. Harry swallowed again as he saw Draco murmuring a spell over his fingers and rubbing them over his anus. “One finger at a time, you ready Harry?” asked Draco, his voice low, seductive. Harry closed his eyes braced himself and nodded.

Draco took a deep breath and slowly moved his finger inside. Harry gasped and writhed in pain. It was really; really weird feeling something inside of him but when Draco started to move his finger Harry lost every sense of thinking. Draco moved his finger in and out of him, the movement fast, he next added a second finger and bit back a groan as he now really felt the tightness of Harry and the heat that was coming of it. He quickly added his third finger trying to stretch it further. Harry cried out and bucked his hips up, snapping Draco out of his one-way thoughts. He nearly lost it when he saw the pure passion on Harry’s face. His head was thrown back, his long neck stretched out, arousal blush was marring his chest and he was sweating so heavily that it was falling off his body and wetting the covers.

“God…you are gorgeous…” Draco’s broken voice whispered and he increased his fingers movements. Harry’s cock was so red and hard that Draco couldn’t help himself as he swept down and licked it from bottom to the head and took him into his mouth, gave one long suck and released it once again. Harry was a mess.

“In me, in me…” Harry breathed desperately, clutching Draco’s wrist in his hand tightly and making him to move his fingers quickly. Draco slapped his hand away and removed his fingers, he cast the same lubricant spell on his cock and took it in his hand, sliding his hand up and down few times he positioned himself at Harry’s entrance.

Harry looked up at him, nervousness shining in his eyes. He swallowed and took a deep steadying breath, and gave a nod of agreement; Draco eased himself into him slowly. “Aahh…” Draco choked out as he felt Harry’s tightness; it was really nothing compared to the finger fuck that he had been giving Harry few minutes back. Harry was really, really tight. He was tense too. Draco moved one hand at the back of Harry’s body and tried to sooth down some of the tension that had worked there. “Relax,” he breathed and Harry’s breath hitched as Draco eased a bit of himself into him. Draco was quiet big and thick, and Harry by body standards was small. He gritted his teeth in concentration, willing himself to not thrust quickly into his body, not just yet.

            He felt Harry’s tension leave him and he had an easy access to Harry’s body. He was in. Oh God…with a groan he moved back, coming out all the way and thrust into him once again. Harry shuddered. He did it once again, and again, and he was moving. He was thrusting into the tight small body under him. Draco clutched at Harry’s legs that were still propped up on his shoulder, and moved back a bit, thrusting into him a bit faster than he had started. Harry moaned loudly and opened his eyes, seeking Draco’s eyes; they connected briefly before Harry closed his eyes again and lost him into the sensation.

            “Harder…” he breathed, and thought Draco wouldn’t hear him over their erratic breathings, but he was wrong. Draco moved his legs off his shoulders wrapped them around his waist, leaned forward and started to pound into him with erratic movements. Harry cried out at the sensation, he liked it. He absolutely adored it. Draco took Harry’s hands in his and moved them over Harry’s head, pinning them down and moving faster and harder as Harry wanted him to. This position gave Draco an access to not only hit Harry’s prostate but to rub his cock in between their slick bodies.

            The movements didn’t stop as he leaned in and took Harry’s mouth into his and gave him a searing kiss. Harry moaned into the kiss and bit hungrily into Draco’s lower lip. Draco shuddered and moved even faster, if it was even possible. The bed creaked at their movements.

            “I’m-abo-t-c-!!!” Harry tried to speak but he simply couldn’t form two words. Their fingers laced together and they gripped tightly into each other as Draco moved his hips into a new angle he had found on Harry and kept the movements directed towards it.

            “Me too…” Draco groaned, and with three deep, fast and hard thrust he came. One of his hands moved and gripped Harry’s leaking cock and moved his hand up and down on it, quickly finishing Harry with his movements. He rode out his orgasm deep inside Harry and stilled, his back snapping forward then dropping heavily on top of Harry.

            The two breathed like they had just run thousands of miles; Harry was almost sobbing. Draco kissed his chubby cheek and moved his fringes off his forehead, then kissed his sweaty brow too. Harry’s glasses were lopsided and Draco chuckled deep inside of his chest as he just remembered that he didn’t remove them before they’ve got carried away. Now he took them off, and placed them on the bed-side table, then gently removed himself from Harry’s body, noticing as he winced a bit from it, and quickly kissed his lips.

            Draco moved slowly, his muscles sore from the activities they had and turned on his side looking at Harry. He was breathing slowly now, the adrenaline left his body completely, and Draco was sure he was about to fall asleep. Draco himself wanted to fall asleep, so he moved closer to Harry; Harry took his hand in his, kissed it, and then moved to his side, pushing Draco to his back. They spooned. Draco never spooned, no one, ever. But with Harry it was different. He liked it. Draco kissed the back of Harry’s neck and closed his eyes. He was on the tip of falling asleep, but Harry moved again. He turned his head back, looked deeply into Draco’s eyes and captured his lips into a small, sweet kiss. Draco nearly cried from happiness.

            Merlin, he couldn’t get enough of him. He was so sweet, so innocent and he was with Harry.

            Harry was his and no one could take him away from him; no one.
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