Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 59| Feeling of Eyes

Draco flinched as Harry practically slammed him into a wall. He wasn't as short as he was before, nor as skinny, so the slamming into a stone wall kind of hurt. Though that didn't mean it wasn't a turn on. No, he rather loved it. Especially seeing those gem green eyes glow with a possessive look.

Instantly, the dark haired male attacked his neck with kisses, trying to form hickeys. It was absolutely wonderful~ Of course the Raven couldn't let his Phoenix have all the fun~

It wasn't hard to spin them around so Harry was the one pinned to the wall. It wasn't like the other struggled either. He only gave a teasing smirk, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck.

The dark haired wizard closed his eyes and gasped sweetly, pushing his body up to his other half. Feeling this, the silver haired man pressed more of his body into the smaller, lightly nibbling on his sweet spot.

Harry soon couldn't take it and pulled at Draco's hair, moving his skilled mouth to his.

It had only been a few months since the new year started and he already wanted it to end. So far, Dumbledore's power and open influence is now only limited to Hogwarts— a very late meeting at Wizengamot had finalized this just barely a month prior. His supporters have also been falling away as more of his crimes— namely negligence— have been brought to light. Sadly, he was able to get out of punishment and even a trial, though public opinion isn't too fond of him. School opinion wasn't any better as he was a bit more blatant about his favoritism toward the Gryffindors or to the old competition. This pit strain on the older students to revert back to how it was in his presence.

During all of this, Ginny and Ron have been oddly nice and quiet... Even apologized for their rude and immature behavior!

Ginny did ask Hermione to help her study, mentioning how she had grown lax and wants to take as many OWLs and NEWTs as she can. That was honestly a surprise, but then again, in the past Ginny had mostly been a Stay-at-home-mom because Harry earned and inherited enough money for her to do so. This time around, she wasn't exactly likely to be in the same position, so having as many high passed OWLs and NEWTs would do her well.

Ron hadn't asked for help, but Hermione did say that he sometimes would sit in with her and Ginny's sessions taking notes and asking questions. Yes, Hermione had agreed to help the youngest Weasley. After all, if the two prideful Weasleys had grown enough humility to apologize, then why shouldn't she share her knowledge?

Anyway, the reason why Harry had started a make out session in an empty, portrait-less hallway, was because they hadn't had much alone-alone time. They both were busy as Lords, Harry partially running the school, classes, keeping in contact with the Council, and then there was now private Godly training on top of that! It didn't hurt that despite openly being together since the fourth year, some of the ladies within their year, and at least one below, keep giving Draco the bedroom eyes!

Yes, he's handsome. So fucking handsome that even a straight guy wouldn't mind going gay! But that didn't mean Harry wasn't jealous, and he's mature enough to admit he's jealous of this. However, he's also immature enough to do stunts like make out in the hallway where anyone can spot them. If only to remind them that Draco was his.

"Putain~ Tu es tellement possessif~" Draco growled into Harry's ear. (FRENCH- Fuck~ You're so possessive~)

The God of Life shivered, his body growing hot with a sharp pain running down his back and pinpointing on his forehead and mouth. His Creature wanted out to play. But doing that would cause some issues... He was fine with making out, not with...

"Dragón~ Estás siendo tan malo conmigo~"Harry purred hotly, licking at Draco's chin. (SPANISH- Dragon~ You're being so mean to me~)

This made the bigger wizard kiss him once more, just as heatedly as before. It was dizzying and made a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach grow beautifully. It was to the point he almost didn't notice the feeling of eyes, or how his lover's hands were pulling at his clothes.

With a gentle push, they separated with only a string of saliva between the two. It broke and Harry giggled, looking.flushed and happy.

Draco swooned and tried to kiss him more, but Harry covered his mouth, laughing breathlessly. He looked so gorgeous like that, that Death had to just simply admire the wonderful being before him.

They parted with one more kiss. But the feeling of eyes didn't stop following Life.

At first it was unnoticeable, something he could ignore. But it would always be there... It felt lustful and angry. However there were breaks from it. Long ones that slowly becake shorter and shorter. Those eyes seemed to both love and hate watching him and Draco make out and softly touch each other. After nearly a month of this, it was beginning to scare him.

He didn't want to worry the others though. They were Gods now and he has fought in worse battles! He believed that he could handle this... Even if his gut was telling him to say something. Likely his pride as an Auror finally affecting him.

"Hey, Harry, can I talk with you?" Ron placed a tender hand on the shorter male's shoulder.

The touch felt toxic, but he was Lord and the Head of the School, so he had to smile and bear it. Even if it was only him and Ron in that particularly empty hallway.

"Sure, is there something that you need?" He hummed sweetly, smiling that grandfatherly smile.

Ron didn't say anything for a few seconds. He then grabbed his hand and started pulling him somewhere. A terrified sense of deja vu pounded into his skull as they entered an empty classroom. Despite the increase in classes, there were still many empty rooms.

"Mr. Weasley." Harry's voice was tight with warning, his breathing growing heavy.

Ron instantly let him go, but didn't back off. He just gave a lopsided smile.

"It's okay. I won't kiss you like that again. Or pin you like that either. I swear on my magic."

As comforting those words should've been, they felt like ticking bombs. Like there was a double meaning to them.

Still, the Lord nodded. His face and body relaxing into the perfect Pureblood. His hands felt clammy.

"Thank you, Ronald."

"Please call me Ron. I know I pushed boundaries, but please don't be so distant with me." He took a step forward, his lopsided smile growing.

It took everything in him to not take a step back or use magic to bind the red-head. This was just a private talk. If needed, his creature side would handle things.

"Alright." He spoke slowly, his face not moving an inch. "What is it that you wish to speak about, Ron?"

For a moment, a genuine smile appeared on his face. It made him look boyish and silly, painfully reminding Harry of all the fun they had shared. Then it was gone into a frown.

"I don't like how Draco touches you. How he practically drags you around. He's..." His frown twisted into a scowl, his eyes burning with hatred. No, they were literally glowing!

"Ron!" Harry's eyes flower back, a frightened look within them. His focus came back. "Ron, he's my boyfriend. He doesn't drag me around and he touches me just fine." His cheeks flushed a pink hue, his eyes naturally drifting to the side.

That was a mistake as a rippling pain and then a freezing touch formed across his body before he dropped into thin arms. His vision swam with the last thing he saw being a toxic blue and an off-white opal.