The Power You Have

Part 6

Everything stopped, and Harry's mind began to spin with adrenaline. Warm-wet bliss surrounded him, grabbing by the edge of his robes, and was tangled in his hair. He groaned with pleasure, against...against.... drACO'S MOUTH?!!

Harry pulled away in shock, eyeing Draco's every little move. At first, he was breathing deeply trying to catch his breath, his eyes black with lust.
Then he bolted, and the rush of air brought Harry back to reality.
"Bloody hell Harry, what was he on about?"
"I have no idea."
"Well are you gonna talk about it?"
"Um-I uh,... assignment." I need to get out of here...
"Assignment?"
"Yeah."
"We don't have any due."
"Well I uh, want to research something, about dragon fruit."
"Dragon fruit?"
"Yeah it's a muggle assortment, I-I'm researching its dragon-ness capabilities..."
"Dragon-ness?"
"Gotta blast!" And he was gone without a whisper, he had some-matters, to deal with.

Harry tucked himself away in a small broom closet in the corner of an vacant wing, making sure he wasn't visible to anyone's prying eyes. Once he knew that he was out of sight, he noticed that he had grown painfully hard, and his pants felt uncomfortably tight. The boy took one last glance around the corner and unzipped his pants, talking out his neglected member. God that was so strange, but the way his lips moved against mine, so wet and warm, holy fuck. As he stroked his length, he thought about how surprising the occurrence had been, how his hard body had pressed up against his own. He felt Draco's firm and muscular pecks, and he thought of his hand gliding across his sleek abs. Then Harry's thoughts went to something else, maybe Malfoy was doing the same thing, giving long wet strokes across his- that sent Harry over the edge. Thinking about Draco like that, brought him to pulsating in his own hand and gasping the blonde's name.

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He couldn't see, everything was spinning. Did I really just do that?! God I'm sick. He stumbled into his bed, and let his satin sheets consume him. Draco was sweating like a pig, and his heart beat was pounding in his ears. He loved Harry, but by now, he was probably telling The whole school that's Draco was a disgusting faggot that wanted him sexually. Not that that wasn't true, but it wouldn't be the way he would tell it. Draco wanted Harry, in every way a person could want someone else.

He wanted to kiss him, hold him, hate him, give him life, give him death, make him cry, make him laugh, make him care, calm him when times were rough, wipe his tears, watch the sun fall into the ocean with him, and mostly, 

He wanted to love him, and show him and himself;

What love is and was. 

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Harry was roaming, stalking the halls like a mangy rat, pointedly NOT thinking about Draco. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew it was't where anyone could see him. The air around him was cold and stiff, like a wave of anxiety sending shivers up and down his spine. I need to calm down. Suddenly it hit him, his feet followed his brains commands, walking across the rocky stone slab. 

In 3d year, while once before, roaming the halls without direction he had found a secret corridor containing an old library. It had been tucked away in the 7th floor corridor, behind a funny looking gargoyle. It wasn't as much funny, as it was separate from the others; it had a crooked finger that jutted out to the right side, and when pressed it revealed a secret passage way. The room was an old home room of some sorts, filled with dust-covered comfy chairs, side tables, and a long dirty window out looking the Quidditch fields. But the one thing, out of many, that surprised him most was the pillow sitting right in front of the window, it hardly had any dust on it and looked practically new. It was a big, satin, fluffed, dark green pillow, but he brushed it off and mistook it as possibly an old house-elf's pillow. He wasn't sure, but it was comfy regardless so he used it time to time, to watch other's Quidditch practice, read a book, finish up some homework, or just think while staring out the window. 

The raven haired teen rushed in the pale light of the afternoon glow, and snatched the green pillow, laying down on the wooden floor underneath the window. He sat and thought, about life, death, and Draco. It seemed so stupid, only recently he had began to think of the blonde in "this way" but the ideas and fantasies seemed to conquer him, taking over every thought and emotion he had. 

And it was breaking him apart. 

Good lord I am a horrible person, well this weekend is Memorial Day Weekend and hopefully that will give me some time to write. I'm really sorry, but I hope you are still interested, and i think this is going to be a long book. Like 30-40 chapters or something, because at the rate I'm plotting- this will take a while. Hopefully you'll stick around of the ride. 

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