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Eyes	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N~ Not Epilogue compliant. I could not let this plot bunny die in my head, so here it is. Unbeta'd... and well in all it's glory. I may go back to fix errors, but for now, I am going to focus on some of my WIPs and one new story that is beating at me.

Eyes

The ballroom glowed under the candles floating in the air. The floor was filled with dancers, pairs and solos. This was the first celebration to mark the one year anniversary of Harry’s defeat over Voldemort the year before.

Many of the older students had returned to Hogwarts to help rebuild and finish their education at the beloved school. This included Harry and many others who fought. The ball was thrown for the students of course, but the teachers joined in as well, their happy faces shining with the fun the atmosphere imbued. Harry was in the corner with George Weasley, telling jokes and trying to keep the red-head company in the throng of people. Too many people always sent George into thoughts of his late brother.

George peered at Ron, who only shook his head ever so slightly, now was not the moment. George and Harry had struck up a deeper friendship than had existed earlier. After the fall of Voldemort, Ginny had told Harry that things just were not right, and she really needed to be with Dean Thomas. He let her go, more friends than anything else. However, that left Harry wondering. One moment during the heat of the battle had changed Harry, but as unsure about everything normal as he was, confusion was his constant companion.

Harry had gone to George then, for help. He had talked to him about a feeling that was not normal to him. George had kissed Harry to prove the feeling was completely normal. So Harry found out he was gay, and knew that George and Fred had been lovers and brothers, by the end of their conversation. Harry had been grateful, but nothing permanent had come of it, no dates or boyfriends for Harry. He just did not seem interested. George made it his goal to throw unsuspecting lovers in Harry’s path, only to find Harry only mildly attracted to them. That one sole spark, from that one sole encounter, was never matched. George looked back at Ron and saw him nod with a smile.

Grasping Harry’s hands, George pulled Harry into a whirlwind dance. Harry was happy now for the dance lessons he had gotten while at the Dursely’s, they thought to make him more of a freak and get him ridiculed, until he started excelling at it, and then like everything else, it too was taken away.

Harry let George awkwardly lead him about the dance floor, more pulling like taffy than dancing, but his feet were light and managed to keep just one-step away from George’s. But he was quickly passed off to another dancer, swirling so fast he could barely recognize the face before he was passed off once again, like a hot potato. Not sure what was going on, he was about to pull out of the arms of his newest partner when he was slammed chest to chest into the next “Recipient”, who in turn seemed just as dazed and just as bewildered.

Green eyes met silver. They both narrowed to almost slits, the fire of enemies still burned hot. Then they were sandwiched closer together by other dancers, and Harry’s arms fell around Draco’s slim form. The silver eyes melted in a heat that matched the green blaze Harry’s now showed. The fire their bodies created when touching was immense. Confusion, anticipation, and fear filtered into those silver eyes. Harry saw it, blinked, then green eyes softened and he smiled brightly, licking his now dry lips in the process. Silver eyes darkened, mesmerized by the movement.

Harry took Draco’s arms and placed one up on his shoulder and another in the palm of his hand, a challenge flashed in Harry’s eyes. Draco relaxed and amusement crept into the mercury depths of his.

Harry swept Draco into a beautiful tango, legs flicking, bodies colliding, arms holding tight. Surprise flickered into the front of Draco’s eyes, and confident smugness played in Harry’s emerald orbs. Draco kept up beautifully, body sliding down Harry’s leg in time with the song’s deep sensuous melody. Harry lifted Draco in the air, holding the slim waist effortlessly. Draco’s longer legs draped Harry’s shoulders as he was lifted, then slid downwards, legs gripping, yet sliding down over Harry’s form. A dip and their eyes locked, the heat, and fire flamed bright, almost over taking them. Draco’s lips quivered for only a second before Harry twirled them in another direction, legs dipping and flicking below his own.

The music changed into a slower more haunting melody, and Harry changed form, spinning Draco until his back was to Harry’s chest. Harry maneuvered Draco’s arms above his head, slowly caressing down them, making Draco gasp hard and his body clenched at the heat invading his veins. The fire burned into a conflagration inside both of them as Harry took Draco down into a soft Rumba repose, Harry’s body inches from his own, covering Draco’s slender form. Their bodies making only slight contact, before lifting up, taking Draco with him.

To them, there was only green on silver, flashing and burning, challenging and surprising. To the rest of the Hall, there was a stunned silence. A love story was taking place in front of them, and no matter what alliances, what enemies, or what neutralities were had, the pull of those two on the dance floor mesmerized them all. They watch two bodies move as one, strong but sensuous movements, a learning of one another. With each step, a bubble of protection formed over the couple becoming larger until right before the last notes of the song, they watched Harry’s head bend down for what looked like a kiss, when black steel panels fell down the bubble holding the two inside.

Once the last note played in Harry’s ears, he dipped Draco low, searching those eyes for any hesitation. He only found love, passion and need looking back at him. This person was his opposite, but they were the yin and yang of their time. Harry bent his head, willing privacy to follow, and claimed those shining wet pink lips. Their eyes locked as they kissed, the electricity crackling between them, and then exploded behind their eyes as they slid shut when tongues finally met in the dance of sheer desire.

Teeth parted, tongues tastes, and their world became a haze of non-existence. They only knew each other in that moment. Draco tasted Harry, spicy, strong and tangy. Harry tasted the sweetness that was Draco, honey and fruit. Their hands roamed each other, as Harry guided Draco slowly down to the floor, mentally casting a charm to cushion it, with silk sheets and pillows.

Dragging his mouth away from those pink lips, Harry stared down at Draco, green eyes full of tenderness, wanting and patience. Draco lazily traced his fingers over the buttons of Harry’s dress robes, allowing magic to pluck them as his fingers trailed past, leaving Harry’s chest open to his hungry gaze. Tan, with a sparse amount of hair, dusty nipples that made Draco groan as he pulled Harry to his hot mouth, greedily sucking on one nipple while toying with the other. Harry arched forward, gently placing his hand behind the blonde’s slender neck, threading his fingers in the silk he found there. Draco bit softly, then sucked the nipple back into his mouth. Harry was hard, burning and filled with an exquisite need. The need was clear by the bulge that was now ever so slightly rubbing Draco’s leg. Draco moved now, positioning himself just right under Harry, so that their erections touched through fabric. Harry’s green eyes blazed as if ignited by Fiendfyre, and then recognition filled Draco’s silver eyes. That was it, the moment when they knew, enemies or not, they fit.

Harry smiled, his eyes warming, then darkening as he pressed himself into Draco’s erection. Both men gasped, feeling the flames. Harry hovered inches from Draco’s mouth, capturing it once more in flames, and drugging spice. Harry’s hand trailed softly over Draco, touching skin?

Draco’s clothes were disappearing with Harry’s touch, and the challenge in those green eyes dared Draco to follow. Pride flared briefly, then hard will, eyes hard as iron, as his hands drifted down Harry’s toned arms, the fabric just melted into air, and further down until they both moaned at the skin on skin contact.

Harry moved from that succulent mouth down towards the enticing flesh, soft and silky, causing his fingers to rub back and forth in many places just to revel in the texture of Draco. The delicate silk that was Draco made Harry ache at the mere touch of his fingertips rejoicing at the smoothness. Trails of electric currents coursed through Draco from the patterns Harry’s fingers were making on his skin. Lower still, Harry’s warm mouth searched ceaselessly for the prize of that pink tip glistening from a bed of blonde curls. Tongue darting out to capture the pearl of sweetness that was pure Draco. The flavor exploded on his tongue. Salt, musk, and a bit of honey, addicting, and encapsulating. His eyes shone in wonder, staring back up to the molten heat of Draco’s own.

Harry plunged further, taking the entire length of Draco, engulfing the slytherin in a heat so powerful he almost exploded right then. Harry’s fingers had encircled his balls tightly, ensuring that a feast would be had. Draco’s fingers gripped inky black hair, unable to do anything but hold on, and gaze into the endless depths of Harry’s gaze, locked together on this volcanic journey.

Harry slowly enjoyed his prize, licking from root to tip, flicking his tongue into the sensitive slit, and hardening painfully with each explosion of Draco’s flavor that flowed onto his tongue. Reluctantly he pulled back, murmured a soft spell, and started tracing Draco’s tight entrance with his fingers. Harry felt Draco’s writhing pleasure as he continued soft licks, warm kisses and slick fingers pressing deeper into the tight scorching entrance. Harry and Draco never looked away, closed their eyes, or blocked out the sensuous sight in front of them. Eyes could speak where no words had ever sufficed. Draco’s pupils began to dilate in deep pleasure as Harry hit the tight bundle of nerves within him. Slowly, lovingly and ever so gently, Harry’s fingers left that searing heat, causing Draco to moan at the bereft feeling of loss. Then Harry shifted to cover Draco delicately with his form, pressing his hard need to that welcoming entrance. Inching slowly inside, Draco’s tightness gripped Harry. Willing himself to be still, he waited for Draco to adjust. There was no pain, only fire, desire and need.

Draco shifted, pulling Harry further into him, causing rasping gasps from both men. From finger tips to toes, the flames inside their bodies burned hotter. Harry moved because he no longer had a choice, pure instinct and need were driving him, as Draco clung to his arms holding on as they both burned and moved as one unit. Fire and ice never felt so good. One stroke, two , then three and they erupted. White hot heat coursed inside their bodies exploding out of them in an earth shattering release. Together silver and emerald eyes traveled to the stars, and then fell back to earth with heavy breathing. They breathed as one, their hearts tuned to each other, sweat gleamed on their joined skin, and they stared in shocked love and adoration at one another. Nothing existed between them that their eyes could not convey.

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