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Picture of You	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer; Mine,
all mine! Muahahaha! What? J.K. Rowling? Who the hell is that?

Seriously, by the time this is done I doubt
that she�ll be wanting any credit for this particular creation anyway.yes"> Highlighted by several almost invisible scars. The photo slowly
slid its hands down its own torso, undoing the button and zip of the faded
denim jeans. Pink tongue running along his bottom lip. Who ever had taken this
photo had probably had a good time that night.

Draco took a sip of his drink, imagining
the cold liquid was that pink tongue. He tasted it once, that pink tongue, only
once but he would never forget it.

The photo pushed its ruffled black hair
back from his face, to reveal mischievous emerald green eyes, more beautiful
without the glasses that Draco knew should have been there. The photo threw its
head back, showing Draco a long tanned neck, a tiny scar from a bite hadn�t yet
healed could just be seen on the side.

Draco recalled the taste of that neck, the reaction
his slight licks and bites had elicited. Another mouthful of the alcoholic
amber sent the blonde�s mind back to that dark nightclub.

It had been just after the war had
finished, the entire Wizarding world had been revelling in its sudden liberty,
Harry and Draco, had been no exception, both discovering a freedom that neither
of them had ever known.

The nightclub had been dark and smoke
filled, Draco remembered sitting against the wall watching as all the boys
played up to the hero of the moment, rubbing against him in the centre of the
dance floor. Each wanting their piece of the boy who saved them all.

Harry had seemed out of place, his
uncoordinated dancing drawing all eyes to him. He had exuded sex that night,
and everyone felt it, Harry had made sure of that. Even Draco seated against
the wall had felt it, and felt it strongly. Strongly enough so that when Harry
had gone over to Draco and begun to coax the blonde to the floor he had been
unable to resist.

The others had all moved back to watch as
the two magical beings began their own dance, one of long hidden want. Harry�s
limbs wrapped around Draco�s as they moved, binding the Slytherin in a strange
spell, taking him to a place where only they existed. Hands twisted around each
other, they had left the club not long after.

Harry�s apartment was an enigma that Draco
would never remember. All he had seen that night was the look in those
sparkling green eyes, lustful as he removed Draco�s shirt. The slight smile on
his lips as Harry laughed at sight of his own tanned hands on Draco�s pale
chest. The smell of the other boys breath, the taste of him. His mouth, his
neck, Harry had an unmistakable taste.

Mouths linked they had stumbled their way
to the bed, leaving a trail of clot as as they went. Harry�s bed had been
soft, echoing Draco�s frame of mind, he sank into the bed as easily as he had
sunk into the moment.

Harry had made his way down the pale body
in tiny licks and sucks. Draco supposed the other boy must have found every
g-spot there was, nothing was left untouched.

Tiny licks on his throat, sucks on his
nipples, all the while hands roamed over each other�s bodies. Draco could still
recall the twitch of those muscles along Harry�s back as that pink tongue burnt
its trail down the pale chest. Marking its way in licks, sucks and bites.
Tanned hand rubbing the inside of Draco�s thigh.

Draco reached up, placing his hand lightly
on Harry�s face, bringing it down to meet his own. Just as he was about to kiss
the Gryffindor once again, Draco noticed that Harry still had his glasses on.
The blonde laughed, he couldn�t help it. Such contrast to the erotic mood. �You
dope.� He softly removed the glasses, then pulled the other boy in for a deep
kiss. Flipping him over at the same time. So now Harry lay on the bottom, Draco
on the top.

�Revenge.� Draco noticed his voice sounded deeper than it usually
did. He straddled the other boy�s hips. Quickly tasting Harry�s mouth once more
before biting his neck.

As the blonde sucked out the little bit of
blood he had accidentally drawn, Harry gave a soft moan. So soft that it was
almost unnoticeable, Draco had noticed it though, and his own body
responded to its sound.

Veins jumped under tanned skin as Draco�s
hands, tongue and teeth slowly made their way down along perfect muscles. His
effects earned him a sigh as fingertips just faintly touched the skin.
Shuddering breath reached his ears as placed tiny licks on the heated body, a
groan when Dracckedcked a nipple, and again as he began to stroke Harry�s erection.

A pale thumb moved softly over the tip as
Draco sucked on Harry�s lower stomach, leaving his own mark over the scars that
shone white on Harry�s body.

The blonde moved down, placing his hands on
the sides of Harry�s hips. He ran his tongue up the length of the weeping cock
receiving a guttural groan as thanks. Another sigh as he sucked at its tip. It
tasted of him, there was nothing else that would ever taste the same as the
taste of Harry.

Harry�s hips rose to greet Draco�s warm
mouth. Tanned and scared hands entangled in the silver-blonde hair as the
Slytherin moved up and down the length, sucking the whole time. The rhythm got
progressively slowly faster until Harry could take it no longer. He grabbed
Draco�s head and guided it downward, as he raised hips. Thrusting as far into
Draco�s mouth as could. Shuddering all over as came.

The salty taste filled the Slytherin�s
mouth, choking him for just a second before he could swallow it down.

Harry lay back for only a second, �Oh
Draco�.� His voice trailed off, as he pulled the blonde up for a kiss. Holding
him awhile before showing his thanks.

Held in the loose embrace Draco could feel
Harry�s short nails trailing along his back sending tingles all over. Sucks on his neck as the tanned boy rolled
him over onto his back. Tingles quickly becoming jumps as Harry�s hands did
their magic. Green eyes catching the light as Harry looked at him. Cat�s eyes
slit in pleasure as he flicked his tongue across Draco�s nipples.

Draco felt himself sinking away as Harry�s
hands weaved their enchantment across his stomach, along his thighs and back up
again.

Everything seemed to mingle, hands, tongue
all of him seemed to be somewhere on Draco�s body all at once. y�s y�s voice
reached his ears, soft and deep �You can match me scar for scar.� A memory
Draco hadn�t wanted at the time, somehow made okay as raven hair, tanned skin
and a pink tongue made it all better.

Harry bit the white stomach as his hand
rubbed in a circular motion on Draco�s inner thigh. The blonde was moving
against air as he tried to rub his erection against something, anything.

Draco the the wet tight muscles on his
cock, taking all of him at once before moving back up to suck and lick at the
tip. It took a lot of effort not to simply grab the black hair and thrust in as
far as he could. The blonde gripped the pillow above his head twisting the
material into knots around his pale fingers.

He shivered all over as Harry�s tongue,
hands and then mouth engulfed him. The tight muscles, the slight sucking all
moving in tune with Draco�s own movements.

The raven hair tickled on Draco�s more
sensitive skin slightly as Harry�s head moved. The green eyes cast downwards
occasionally looking up into Draco�s own.

That mouth, it was like nothing Draco had
ever experienced before. �Oh, Oh, Oh�.� He had no idea that he even made a
noise. His hands that had been pulling the pillow in opposite directions tore
the thin fabric.

He moved his hips up, trying to get further
in, to find release. His hands let go of the pillow and held Harry�s head down
at the same time as he raised his hips as high as would go. His entire body
shuddered and strange noises escaped his mouth as he came.

�Thank-you.� He didn�t know what else to
say, he found himself speechless, so he just pulled Harry up and kissed him,
�Thank-you.� He had breathed into the other boy�s mouth.

Draco�s mind snapped back to the present,
where all he had was a strong drink and photograph that was caught in a
perpetual striptease. His hand rubbed against his groin. Cock straining against
tight clothing from the memory of that night.

Eyelids shut over silver eyes as the pale
hand reached down to find some relief. The tight grasp moving up and down along
the shaft as Draco recalled other things that happened that night. The feel of
having Harry inside him, stretching him, possessing him.

The pale hand sped up as the blonde
remembered the way it had felt to be inside of Harry. The most powerful wizard
the world had ever known, wrapping his magic around Draco. It had been indescribable.

lasslass=MsoNormal>Draco watched the teasing photo, and
wondered how many different ways they had joined that night. The pale hand
recalled them all as it beat its quick wet rhythm, eventually rendering all
other thought impossible. The pale body
trembled all over as Draco came, looking once more at the photograph of Harry.

As he cleaned himself and the couch clean
of the sticky liquid, Draco watched mesmerized as the photo continued its
erotic dance.

He refilled his glass and sat naked just
watching Harry strip. Sad silver eyes, stuck absorbing a memory.

The Slytherin tossed back the liquid as he
remembered waking up the morning after, alone and in his own bed cuddled up to
a scroll of paper. Harry�s messy writing across the centre of thrchmrchment had
said only one word, �Sorry.�

That had hurt. What had gone through the
Gryffindor�s mind? Draco now knew that after the war the tanned boy had been
very messed up, he had slept with a lot of different people. But, then so had
Draco. They had had something special that night, how could Harry not have seen
that?

Maybe he did. This photo proved it in a
strange way, Draco smiled as he noticed once again the photo did not have its
glasses on. A thing the raven-haired boy never would have done before he
had slept Draco. The scars that had been hidden in earlier Photo�s glistened
proudly in this photo and tiny bite mark on his throat.

Draco wondered what had happened to Harry.
The world seemed to have forgotten him. Green eyes no longer graced the front
of �The Daily Prophet.� Sexy smiles had been missing from �Witch Weekly.� They
had forgotten hiust ust another memory of the war that was not wanted.

The blonde gave up on the glass and poured
the amber liquid into his mouth directly from the bottle. Warm liquid flowing
down his throat.

A piece of paper lay in front of the photo.
It had been given to Draco earlier that day by his investigators, written on it
was an address. Probably he would never go, but in a weird way it helped to
know where Harry was. Helped to know that if needed Draco could find him.

He had loved Harry since before they had
even started Hogwarts, from the very first time they had met. That awkward
wizard, with his raw power had captured Draco even back then. No one else would
ever be good enough, Draco knew that.

The blonde sighed, as he tossed the empty
bottle into the bin, carefully placed the photo in its drawer, Harry�s current
address tucked in behind it. A wave of his wand and the enchanted candles went
out, leaving the silver blonde to walk naked, in the dark to his bed.

The end�maybe. Might have a sequel, not
certain
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