Demortia

Chapter8: Together...

Two knocks were heard on a door. A man of thirty open to a second much younger. The first was in tears, the second had a very contracted jaw. He entered the small room where there were two seats around a small table. The youngest attends on one of the seats and about his host who reproduces the bottle of brandy on the table and other but another. The youngest gets up and pulls it out of his hands, puts it down and puts it in a place that he brings back a vial of potion. Meanwhile, the older of the two made no move, as did the manipulator like a rag doll.

The young brown man hands him the potion.

- How can you put yourself in such a state François? What will your students say this afternoon if you arrive with glassy eyes, the look of an alcoholic and the gait of a boat on a raging sea?

- I fuck them my students, you too I bother you with your remonstrances with two balls!

The young man burst into a bad laugh before sitting astride him and his father towards his son to whisper:

- When will you realize that I am much better than him?

The older man grunted, but did not hide his groan when a tongue was given to him by the earlobe.

- He can never do you the way I do.

He lowered his tongue down his neck as he unbuttoned his shirt with his impatient hands. The one who seemed to be a professor tore the young man's uniform and toppled him to the little table.

- Do you want me to swallow polynectar? he asked, trying to hide his grimace with disgust.

- No, I prefer you like that today, as much as I enjoy your body to you as he is not yet mine! If only it was you I loved Peter ...

Peter said with an enthusiastic smile and lowered his hands on his lover's fly.

"If only ... But everything is possible, my dear Francis ..." he thought with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

- I think I love you too ... well.

Draco sighed.

- Harry ... You do not think the good is too much?

Harry gave a thin smile and whispered:

- I think, actually, I'm not gay.

Draco untied his arms around Harry's waist and stepped back, a sad and disappointed look on his face. Harry smiled and pulled him back into his arms.

- No, do not worry, what I meant was that I never felt a desire for one man in my life, except you. The problem is that I'm afraid it's just a desire to experience and make you unhappy if I realize I do not love you. It's true, I like you a lot, but it's new to me, I'm more used to hating you and then ... Uh ... we could not argue at the apartment?

Draco turned around and understood why Harry had asked his last question while whispering. A crowd of students looked at them with envy, despair, disgust, malice ... In short, all emotion was represented by the eyes turned towards them.

Draco grabbed the Gryffindor's hand and quickly led him into the flat, where he gently pushed him to the couch. He sat down next to him and asked in a calm and controlled voice:

- Can you continue your sentence now?

Harry swallowed and moved slightly away from Draco, fearing his near closeness.

- Uh ... I think I was finished ... he finally say, suddenly intimidated.

Draco pulled away and smiled tenderly.

- You know how long I do not hate you anymore?

Harry shook his head from side to side to show that he did not know that answer, though it seemed suddenly important.