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Seeker	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:
Seeker

Author:
Padfoot the Marauder.

Disclaimer:
I own nothing. I don�t even own a car, so what makes you think I own Harry or
Draco? Idiot!

Summary:
Sirius� death leaves Harry emotionally numb. He desperately wants to feel again
and feels that Draco is the one who can make him do that. One-shot, two
chapters, two POV. Harry/Draco, Male/male, Lemon, Anal

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A/N:
I�m in a sullen mood (family problems, finals on their way, papers to write,...)
and I thought I should take advantage of it. This isn�t one of my usual fluffy
stories. I�m not used to writing darker stuff like this, so let me know what you
think �kay.

It�s a one-shot, two chapters. The first
one is Draco�s POV, the second�s Harry�s.

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Chapter
one: Draco.

I�m
lying awake in my bed listening to the thunder breaking the silence of the
night. I hear the raindrops bouncing off the surface of the ground as I watch
the lightning illuminate the sky. This instantly reminds me of you.

Lightning.

Hard
not to.

I
wish you were here; whispering sweet nothings in my ear until I fall asleep
cuddled up in your arms. I sigh, close my eyes and I can almost feel your touch.

No,
not almost.

I
can feel you. The weight of the mattress on my bed suddenly shifts away
from me, an arm snakes around my waist and hugs me close while hot breath makes
contact with my neck. I gasp in surprise and my heart takes an involuntarily
jump of delight. You�re here! You�re back! You came! I roll myself around to
face you. I can�t help but smile at the sight of your face so close to mine.
There you are! Your sad looking eyes stare into mine longingly; pleading for an
unvoiced request. I smile at you, lean in and sweetly brush my lips against
yours. You don�t need to plead, love. I�ll always say �yes�.

I
slightly part my lips to brush my tongue against your bottom lip. Your lips part
to grant me access and I catch your tongue with mine. You respond with a
childlike eager and deepen the kiss; our tongues sliding passionately against
each other. I could kiss you all day long; nibbling on your lips, revelling in
your taste, drowning in your pleasured gasps. Our lips part so I can pull off
your shirt. Green. Like you eyes. You�re gorgeous, you know that? Someone should
tell you every day.

While
pulling your shirt over your head I�ve messed up your hair even more. I reach
out and caress the jet-black strands out of your eyes. Some might say you�re too
skinny, but to me you�re perfect. You�re angelic pale skin makes you look so
innocent and unspoiled. I quickly rid myself of my own shirt, tossing it away
like the useless rag it is. I lean in and kiss you again. I can�t help but groan
at the skin-to-skin contact. I love the way your naked torso feels against my
own. How well our bodies fit together; it�s almost like we�re crafted for each
other. You pull me down on the bed so I�m laying on top of you. You are so
beautiful. You�re everything I�ve wanted since I was eleven. You�re a dream come
true.

Gods,
Harry. Caress me. Touch me. Love me...

Like
I love you.

But
you can�t, can you?

I�m
not even a faceless person to you, am I? If I were, it would have made much more
sense.

You�re
in my mind. All day. Every day. It�s maddening. I used to fantasize about you.
Touching you. Making love to you. Just the sheer thought of our bodies linked
together used to make me cum without even having to touch myself.

Still,
it was less maddening then now; when I do have you... but yet not. You reside in
darkness. You don�t hide from it; you seek it. Hide in it. Hide away from the
pain the light of morning brings.

That�s
why you�re with me.

I
represent the darkness in your life. I�m the image your mind has created for
everything that has gone wrong in the past. I�m a dark hole that needs to be
filled with love; or something that closely resembles it anyway. Because this is
why we�re both here isn�t it? Filling a hole in our hearts.

Your
hole has been there since the end of last term in the Ministry of Magic, mine
since a little over six years ago when you turned down my friendship on the
Hogwarts Express.

I
used to fill it by being mean to you. Hating you...

While
in fact; I hated myself for you hating me.

Funny,
how Sirius Black�s death finally brought you to me, yet drove you away from me
forever. You�re broken. I want to fix you, but I don�t know how.

�...Please...�, I hear you whimper.

I
smile as I caress you cheek and tenderly kiss your lips. No need do beg me,
love.

Lubrication-charm.
One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. Ready.

I
slowly enter you. I�m trying to be as gentle as I can possibly be. I don�t want to hurt you. You have hurt
enough already. You don�t even wince. You never wince. Not even the first time.

You
gave me your virginity and I gave you mine. And, if given the chance, I would
give it to you again.

Your
hips buckle against mine as I must have brushed against your prostate. I pull
back and hit the same spot again. And again. And Again. You�re writhing under
me. I love to kiss you, fondle and play with your body. Discover it�s sensitive
areas and fool around with them. I love to make you squirm for my touch. I want
to drive you crazy with want. I know where you live; I know where you breathe.
No one knows your body as well as I do, Harry.

Your
breathing has turned ragged and so has mine. Your pull me down against you and
make my lips crash down on yours; our tongues battling heatedly in the
imprisonment of our mouths. Our heated flesh dancing in an ancient rhythm guided
by a force of nature. I smother you with heated kisses. I want to taste you;
devour you. Make you mine. This is my very personal heaven. Our bodies linked
together for eternity and beyond. Please Harry, make me forget you don�t love
me! Make me forget that each time you leave my room you might not come
back!

Not
yet. I don�t want this to end. Not yet. I want to do this together. I wrap my
hand around you arousal and quicken the thrusts of my hips at the same pace as
my hand�s. Our mouths collide in a sloppy kiss; our minds too heated to do it
properly. I feel by the shuddering of your body that you�re getting close. As
you suck on my tongue I can feel my abdominal muscles contracting. Sweet orgasm
approaches. Your moans gets lost in my mouth as mine into yours. Waves of energy
jolt through me as my seed spills out into you; releasing me of a nameless
burden.

Panting,
I look at you and see your emerald-green eyes burn into mine. My breath hitches
at the sight.

How
can you do this?

How
can you look me in the eye at the peek of our passion and not feel anything? How
can you feign such deep emotion? Do you know what this does to me? How this is
killing me from the inside? Having you; yet not. You probably do know this. And
that�s why you keep doing it.

I gently slip out of you and release you
from the strain of my crushing weight. I protectively wrap my arms around you
and hug you close. Don�t go, Harry. Please, don�t go. I want to hold you all
night. Wake up into each others arms and face the terrible dawn together. I can
feel you trying to get out of my grip, but I wont let you. If I just hold you
tight enough; would it prevent you from leaving? No, don�t look at me! Not those
pleading eyes again. Your hands gently pry open my gripping fingers to release
yourself from my grip.

I
watch you as you get dressed. You do it so mechanically it�s worrying. Like
you�ve just gotten up in the morning and are putting on your clothes to go to
breakfast. Like nothing has just transpired.

You
look at me one last time before you leave. Your look just screams apology. Yes,
Harry, I�m sorry too. I�m sorry I can�t seem to give you what you so desperately
want. I look into your eyes and I fight myself not to weep. You turn around to
leave. You momentarily stop in your tracks as if you want to say something, but
you seem to think the better of it. And before I know it, you�re out the door.

I
sigh, cover my naked cooled down body with my sheets and burry my face in my
pillow.

�Damn
that Gryffindor-honesty!�
I think as I punch my pillow with my fist.

�Why
can�t you just lie?�

*Punch*

�Just
pretend!�

*Punch*

�Pretend
that you love me!�

I
punch again and a handful of feathers flee the pillowcase. Silent tears escape
my eyes and seep into the pillow. My body shakes from pent up emotion as tiny
white feathers dance around me.

I
wrap my arms around my pillow, whishing it was you. I look out the window to see
that the rain has stopped pouring.
The thunder had stopped and no more lightning was to be seen. I sigh and
patiently wait for the approach of the dreaded dawn; where everything is in
light. Light shows everything. Makes people hide from it; hide themselves.
Darkness at least is honest. I like darkness. It�s when you come.

Eternal
darkness.

Sounds
nice doesn�t it?

Eternal
you.

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End
of part one.

A/N:
Writing this both in the first-person and in the present-tense wasn�t a pick
nick, but I thought: �okay, I can do this�... and then I came to the orgasm
part. How in the bleeding Hell am I supposed to know what a male orgasm feels
like? *sigh* I hope it�s about right the way I described it. *snorts in
frustration*
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