The Domino Effect [DRARRY]

23.

It's true the way I feel was promised by your face. The sound of your voice painted on my memories, even if you're not with me I'm with you. - Linkin Park

Slipping quietly from her bed, Ginny Weasley retrieved a small flask of potion and a glass tube partially filled with ebony hair from her trunk. Taking a quick look around to make sure her room mates were still sleeping, she silently snuck from the room and down to the common room to meet with her sometimes lover, Colin. They had been friends since first year, starting up the Harry Potter Fan Club together. He was a nice guy and the only one Ginny trusted enough to do this for her.

They left the common room together, quickly heading for their secret room. Once there, Ginny pulled one of the hairs from the glass tube and dropped it into the flask. Colin drank down the potion as he had done many times over the past two years, and within moments transformed into Harry Potter. Ginny smiled seductively at him and wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling him into a deep kiss. It might not be the best of relationships, but they each got what they wanted out of it. Colin got to be Harry, and Ginny got to be with Harry.

~!~

Harry lay in the quiet darkness of Slytherin's study, Draco's arm flung over his chest, as he let the memories of the previous night's love-making wash over him. He had always enjoyed being the focus of such attentions but with Draco, it had been so much better than with either of his two previous lovers.

Charlie Weasley had taught him a good many things about love; both physical and emotional. To say that Charlie was good with his hands - or mouth, or really any part of his body - was a huge understatement. The man really was gifted. And when they were together, Harry had fallen for him hard and fast. He might not like the way it had ended, but he'd learned a lot from Charlie - not just how to please another man intimately, but also that sex and love did not necessarily go hand in hand. It had been a bitter lesson but one that served him well.

With Oliver, Harry had expected more. He knew that his ex-Quidditch captain had been interested in him for some time, so when they hooked up, Harry wasn't as vigilant as he should have been. He let Oliver's words of love and adoration lull him into a false sense of security. He wasn't sure that he actually loved Oliver, but he was close to it. Close enough that it hurt terribly when the older man had ended things.

Still, between the two of them, Harry had learned a great many things about sex and love and how to differentiate between the two. So he knew for sure, without a doubt, that what he now had, with Draco, was the real thing. Draco really did love him - all of him - and Harry loved Draco as well. He didn't think he'd ever loved anyone more than he did Draco. Not even Sirius. And the thought of it both elated and terrified him at once.

If he lost Draco, he would lose himself as well. The wizarding world wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort. Harry Potter would be much worse.

~!~

Draco woke slowly and stretched. It took him a minute to remember where he was and why but once he did, a large sappy grin spread across his face. He was with Harry, in the Chamber, in bed. Where they had made love last night. Where he had finally fulfilled his great desire to touch Harry without limits, to be over him and inside of him and to give him as much pleasure as he possibly could. To show him how much he loved him.

Sighing softly, Draco snuggled closer to his love and couldn't help but chuckle as warm arms pulled him over and on top of the other's body. "Awake, I see," he whispered before kissing Harry on the cheek.

"Yeah, been up for a while now but I was too comfy to move," Harry replied. "How did you sleep?"

Draco hummed a pleasured sound. "Wonderfully. You?"