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Moment	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N~ I saw a lovely little movie this weekend... I couldn't get the kiss scene out of my head. So I wanted to write my own with my two favorite boys, that brought the same level of intensity, build up and well what ever it is that feeling we fell whe we see a long awaited kiss between characters that have that special chemistry.
Draco Malfoy looked around his small place. There were boxes packed and stacked in the middle of the floor. He moved over to a nearby table to put the items in a box nearest him. For the first time in ages, there was no lingering alcohol on his breath. His clothes no longer held the stench of stale cigarettes. For over a year he had lost himself to the world of dark pubs and morose drunkenness. But all that changed, because of Harry Potter. In the end Draco would still be Draco, and Harry still Harry. He would never be able to give him what he wanted.
So Draco packed. He packed his belongings, his things, knowing that the only part of him that mattered would be staying. Already the hole in his heart ached with the emptiness that radiated throughout his body. Today was the hardest day, Halloween, everyone wanted to be HIM. Out in the street beyond his door, there were party goers lining the small town’s streets. The majority of costumes were of the Boy who lived.
A knock at the door had Draco freezing up. He opened it only to find another Harry party participant.
“Can I use your loo?” Came a voice from under the scarred mask.
Draco nodded, pointing to the closet bathroom off the main room. He shut the door and went back to attend his packing. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and an ached he couldn’t quench.
“Are you moving?” His guest asked.
Draco had never really conversed with someone in a bathroom like this, but as he was now turning over a new leaf so to speak, why not.
“I have plans to move to the continent, I am just getting everything ready for transport.” Draco replied.
The guest appeared, Dressed as Harry Potter, Gryffindor robes, a mask with large black glasses, and a lightning bolt scar a little to the left. It was the guest unruly hair that had Draco’s heart pounding. He could not let his wishful thinking get the better of him. Those lips under the mask though… Draco looked away, down on the task at hand.
“No magic then? why hand pack everything yourself?” The man asked.
“Why not?” Draco replied back, “It really makes you feel more alive when you touch things, instead of the more impersonal way of magic.”
“Impersonal is practical, or so I was once told.” The man whispered.
Draco was frozen, his whole body reacted to the hope. “I’m sorry, you and quite a few people this Halloween remind me of someone I once knew. There was a person beyond the page of the stories told, and a soul inside the mask.”
The man paused his movements, tilted his head a bit, as if trying to see through the eye holes of his mask better.
“This person was important to you?” He asked.
The apprehension was back, the tension in the air was tangible. Draco looked up, his steel eyes dark with emotion and pain. “He was the reason I got out of the bottle long enough to see life around me, he was the push I needed to look beyond the surface.”
“What happened?” the question was a whisper.
Draco looked down then back up towards the man, his eyes pricked with unshed tears, his heart constricted, and the thickness in his throat caused him to swallow the pain back down.
“I couldn’t give him what he wanted, he knew too much of me to allow me in.” Draco said as he looked intently at the man with the mask. So much like HIM it hurt.
“Maybe you never asked.” the man replied.
Draco knew then, he saw past the mask. The voice was right, the hair was right, the eyes shone emerald when the light touched them.
When the man moved, Draco was faster. Grabbing an arm and whirling the man into his arms as he bent down to take those lips he had waited an eternity for. It was sorrow and pain, relief and passion. Both men held on, hands stretching through hair, mouths tasting and taking. Draco breathed in the scent of Harry, tongue licking and drinking in Harry. His senses overwhelmed him, his head was dizzy with delight. A part of Draco settled into place, right where the aching hole used to be. Draco parted briefly, resting his head on Harry’s mask.
“Harry, I’m sorry. I wished I had the courage to speak up.”
“Shhh,” Harry stopped Draco’s words with his finger, and pulled off his mask, “I think If you can see past a mask to a future, I can look beyond the past.”
Draco was breathless, Harry was breathtaking. His eyes sparkled with a green fire. Draco’s hand reached out, his thumb caressing Harry’s cheek, causing those eyes to shut. And then as if an invisible force pulled him, Draco was there, holding Harry and kissing him senseless again.
There was so much love that Draco felt his heart was full to bursting. He put every ounce of that love into his kiss. Tasting those soft lips, exploring every crevice of Harry’s mouth. They breathed together, still kissing, still worshiping with only their mouths. Their hands clasping and unclasping in each other’s hair or nape. Until their kisses slowed, from a burning passion, to a smoldering soft love, just lips pressed and held. They connected their souls in that moment, aching need that once was, now filled. The heavy weight of wanting but knowing you may never be enough… gone.
For Harry, he had finally found what fame could not offer. Love beyond the past, beyond a mask, and all consuming.
~End... though I'm not sure I want to end it... but this scene had to be written now. Please rate/review
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