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Fic: Letters

2008-10-02T12:41:17Z

Title: Letters
Author: sashaquayum
Rating: PG charater death
Word Count: 356
Characters: Harry/Draco

Summary: Dear Draco, If you are reading this then, well, I must be dead. You’re probably snorting right now at the overpowering cliché.

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Fic: Fighting

2008-09-29T10:03:56Z

Title: Fighting
Author: sashaquayum
Rating: PG character death
Word Count: 260
Characters: Harry/Draco character death
Summary: He’s not sure why they keep doing this – why they keep loving each other when it is obvious to anyone that they were damned from the beginning.
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Twoshot Crossover Fic

2008-09-10T00:54:31Z

A/N: Part of my Wishes series. Different things--movie, anime, manga, book--cross over with xxxHOLiC and Yuuko grants the wishes of those characters.

~~Title:~~ Evil and its sidestory; Jealousy
~~Author:~~ angel_gospel
~~Rating:~~ K+
~~Disclaimer:~~ HOLiC and Harry Potter belong to their respective owners, not me.
~~Genre:~~ Evil: Angst, romance, supernatural. Sidestory: Romance, fluff, humor.
~~Pairings:~~ HarryxDraco and WatanukixDoumeki
~~Warnings:~~ MxM
~~Status:~~ Twoshot

Evil: Voldemort is dead and Harry is free, but it’s true what they say: evil never truly dies. How can Harry move on and have a true relationship with Draco if nightmares of evil are always haunting him? Good thing he comes upon his a new friend who’s willing to help.

Jealousy: Draco can't help but to be jealous of Harry's new relationship with Watanuki, but are his fears valid? Harry doesn't seem to think so.

Fic: Evil, a HarryxDraco fanfic

2008-08-29T20:21:49Z

A/N: This fic is a Harry Potter xxxHOLiC crossover and it's a oneshot. The rest of the chapters cross over with other books, shows, anime, etc. All of them are yaoi related so far. Feel free to make suggestions.

~~Title:~~ Evil
~~Pairing:~~ HarryxDraco
~~Genre:~~ Romance, drama, angst
~~Rating:~~ T, could be considered K+
~~Warnings:~~ Slash
~~Status:~~ Oneshot/Complete
~~Disclaimer:~~ I don't own Harry Potter or HOLiC
~~Summary:~~ Voldemort is dead and Harry is free, but it’s true what they say: evil never truly dies. How can Harry move on and have a true relationship with Draco if nightmares of evil are always haunting him? Good thing he comes upon his a new friend who’s willing to help. And besides, Yuuko always did have a thing for bespectacled, British wizards.
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Harry Potter Fan Fiction - New One shot

2008-08-27T00:55:18Z

Title: Veritaserum- D/H slash
Rating: NC-17
Status:6k words
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: Alternate 7th year
Summery- D/H smutty oneshot - Draco brews a batch of veritaserum in order to get some answers out of Harry at last.

Harry Potter Fan Fiction - WIP

2008-08-21T02:03:56Z

Title: Claimed- D/H slash
Rating: NC-17
Status: WIP
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: Complete AU
Summery- Harry Potter never went to Hogwarts and the Dark Lord never came back, so at 17 Harry finds himself being given over to Lucious Malfoy. When his son Draco becomes smitten with Harry will he learn that Harry cannot be won over with force?

Title: Healing- D/H slash
Rating: Mature
Status: WIP
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: 10 years after war. adheres to cannon through book 7 minus epilogue
Summery- Dark Fic - Harry can’t live with the deaths and mistakes of his past and drives everyone who loves him away. His life has become a challenge to seek out pain. Who best to supply said pain than his arch rival Draco Malfoy?

Title: The Burden of Memory- D/H slash
Rating: Mature
Status: WIP
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: 6 months post war. adheres to cannon save epilogue
Summery- Draco Malfoy has woken in muggle London, unaware of his name or his past. When Harry finds him he is healthy, content and preparing to marry a stranger. While trying to help Draco recover his memory, Harry falls in love with him and oddness ensues..

Title: Expensive Disaster- D/H slash
Rating: Mature
Status: WIP
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: Non Magic AU
Summery- Written for my lovely Beta Alicia - Everyone in school wants to BE Draco Malfoy, he’s good looking, clever and aloof. Harry Potter however, he just wants to be WITH him.

Harry Potter Fan Fiction - One shots

2008-08-21T02:01:32Z

Title: Mine- D/H slash
Rating: NC-17
Status:10k words
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: Post war - adheres to cannon through till epilogue.
Summery- smutty One Shot. - Harry finds himself wanting the one person that is completely off limits to him. Draco Malfoy.

Title: Apologize- D/H slash
Rating: Mature
Status: 4k words
Location: Click Here - FF.net
Assumptions: Takes place during year six, adheres to cannon through year 5.
Summery- One Shot Song fic. Inspired by One Republic's - Apologize. A tale of heartbreak and woe.

New Mpreg Archive!

2008-08-14T20:04:26Z

There is a new multi-fandom Mpreg Archive website at www.thempregarchive.synthasite.com
It also has a Great Forum! thought you might like to know!

Gilded Soul: Prologue - Chapter 32

2008-07-27T21:32:18Z

Gilded Soul on Fanfiction.net

Introduction...?

2008-07-27T05:32:22Z

Hi everyone~! :)

I've been doing fanfic on deviantart for a while now, and I've finally gotten around to joining lj, so... As an introduction, here's a little fluff.

Mornings by emiri_x (emily moore)

Summary: The boys have a morning chat.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: PG for references.

A/N: Set in an A.U. 7th year, in which Draco comes over to 'the good side'.

DISCLAIMER: J.K.R. owns Harry and all his little friends.

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Harry awoke late in the morning, only to be greeted with a familiarly dazzling smile. A smile he knew was reserved mainly for him.
“Morning.” Draco said, reaching forward and brushing hair away from Harry’s eyes.
“Good morning.” Harry replied, suppressing a yawn. Affectionate silver caught sparkling green.
Harry slipped his arm behind his friend’s head.
“Thanks for last night.” Draco murmured.
“What happened last…?” Harry trailed off as he remembered. Oh god, how could he forget? Climbing into Draco’s bed instead of his own, the quiet, revealing conversation they’d shared, Draco’s whispered confession and the haze of kisses and light caresses that had followed. Subconsciously, Harry had known that what had happened between the two of them was inevitable… but he had never expected it to be quite like that.
And Draco…
Oh.
There weren’t words to describe the way his delicate fingers had glided across Harry’s skin. And the feeling that touch had brought with it? Just thinking about it made Harry shudder.
“Last night…” he said slowly, “was amazing.”
Draco sighed softly and let his fingers become tangled in Harry’s unruly hair.
“What did it mean to you?” He asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Harry closed his eyes to think. He had half been expecting that question.
“I’m not sure,” he concluded, “but I think… I’d like it to happen again. What… what did it mean for you?”
Draco lay down on the pillow beside Harry, the fingers that had been entwined in that jet black hair now tracing invisible spider webs across Harry’s bare chest.
“It meant we work together. I felt so safe with you, Harry, I knew no harm would come to me as long as your arms were around me. And I… I’d like it to happen again too.” He looked straight into Harry’s eyes, “I’m yours.”

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Hope you enjoy :) Will be posting more soon.

Other work can be found at my dA account, here: http://emily-moore.deviantart.com

xoxemi

Gilded Soul - Chapter 16

2008-07-10T23:22:51Z

Many thanks to my new beta nefariousandrea who helped me with this latest chapter. I am back into this story now, so expect more updates!

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own any of the recognized content within this story.

Catch up on previous chapters

Chapter 16 Hot Cocoa

It was almost dinnertime when Harry and Draco finally awoke from their peaceful slumber. It was Harry who woke first, and he just laid there staring at the sleeping Malfoy for several minutes before he got an elbow embedded into his ribcage.

“Stop it,” Draco muttered, his voice still thick with sleep. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s creepy to watch a bloke sleep?”

Harry smiled and placed a warm kiss squarely on Draco’s cheek. “I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

Draco pressed the back of his naked body into the front of Harry’s, eliciting a soft sound of contentment from the Gryffindor. “Can we keep staying here do you think?”

Harry yawned and thought it over for a moment. “There’s no one left in my dorm over the holiday, how about you?”

Draco realized he didn’t actually know who was left over in his room. “No one that would miss me if I were gone.”

Harry was making slow soft circles into Draco’s side making him squirm slightly. “I suppose this could easily be our room then through the holidays at least.” The events of the last several hours came back to him suddenly and he leaned over, peering cautiously at Draco. “How are you feeling?”

Draco tried, but couldn’t stop the blush that found its way onto his face. “I’m a little sore, but otherwise fine.”

Harry laughed. “I actually meant, from the poison.”

Draco blushed deeper, laughing. “Right. Well then. I feel mostly better. It’s hard to tell right now, because I feel weird sleeping in the middle of the day. I feel a little disoriented. You know?”

Nodding, Harry got up from the bed and slipped into his previously discarded trousers. With a flick of his wand the time floated in front of them letting them both know it was time for supper. “We had best get downstairs before Dumbledore sends out a search party.”

They took turns getting ready and quickly made their way down to the Great Hall. They looked at one another briefly as they approached the entrance, neither boy sure if they should sit together. Harry shrugged and as if in silent consent and they made their way in, sitting together at the far end of the table, and paying no attention to the heightened sounds of whispering and gossiping from the students there.
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“How are you feeling today, Draco?” Dumbledore asked with a slight twinkle in his eye.

He blushed slightly as he thought of his earlier conversation with Harry, “I feel much better, sir.”

Dumbledore nodded, “I’m glad.” Harry and Draco both shifted in their seats waiting for the Headmaster to proceed with his reasoning that brought them into his office that evening. “I see you two have eliminated your issues with being seem in public together.” It was not a question, but both boys nodded in unison and it made the Headmaster smile.

There was silence for what seemed like hours and Harry could no longer stand it. “Professor? Might I ask why you brought us here?”

The Headmaster laughed a twinkling laugh, “ah, yes. The second trial will be coming up soon, and I assume Miss Granger has requested you not do anything… rash while she is away. Am I right?”

The boys looked at each other dumbfounded for a moment, then nodded once again.

“I have no doubt that the maze cares nothing for your pact with Hermione, and will once again deposit you both inside again this evening. However, as you may already realize, it is not safe to linger in one place for too long.”

It was Draco who spoke first, “what would you suggest then, Professor?”

The Headmaster sighed, “I have been giving this much thought lately. I have been trying to find a method to get you the information you may need to survive the maze, yet preserve the vow I took years ago.” The boys waited patiently for the Headmaster to continue, “I procured several books that I think it would be prudent that the two of you study in your spare time.”

The Headmaster levitated several large volumes over to the boys, who looked at them in dismay. “So the secrets to the maze are in these books?” Harry asked.

“I used material from all of these books when creating the maze.” Dumbledore pointed to the small red flags stuck to several of the pages, “I have marked some of the sections you will find most useful. I would start with those.”

Harry grinned. Dumbledore always managed to come through for him. They gave the professor their thanks and levitated the books to the Room of Requirement, where they sat pouring over the marked pages for hours.
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“I want hot chocolate,” Harry said remarked out of the blue.

Draco laughed and rolled his eyes, “you’re insufferable. Where do you expect we get hot chocolate at this hour?”

“Dobby,” Harry said simply, and within moments the scraggly house elf popped into view, his already overlarge eyes growing wider as he saw Draco.

“Is the youngest Malfoy be hurting Master Potter, Sir?” the house elf squeaked.

Harry laughed, “No Dobby, Draco’s my…” Well he didn’t exactly know what to say Draco was. It didn’t seem to matter though, because Draco finished for him.

“Friend,” Draco said, “I’m Harry friend.”

The house elf looked suspicious and Harry felt slightly saddened at the statement, though he didn’t know exactly why. It’s not as if they had discussed it at any rate.

“Dobby, I was hoping you could bring us some hot cocoa?” Harry asked at last.

Dobby snuck closer to Harry and spoke in tones, that Harry was certain the house elf believed were hushed, “does Master wish me to poison the youngest Malfoy’s drink?”

Harry tried to bite back his laughter, but failed, “Merlin, no Dobby. Draco really is my friend. I wish him no harm.”

Dobby nodded and disappeared with a pop, leaving Malfoy sneering at an empty space. “I can’t believe that bloody house elf wanted to poison me! After all my family did for him.” Draco looked at Harry, “how can you call him anyhow? Father said he was freed.”

Harry shrugged, “he just likes me, I guess.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “yes, everyone is in love with the great Harry Potter.”

Laughter filled the room moments later as Draco was pinned and tickled mercilessly. Draco managed to free himself and had Harry held down at his shoulders, when Draco’s head started to swim and he fell to the ground knocked out.

Harry was confused at first but when he sat up he saw Dobby with a large tray in his hand with a Draco shaped dent in the center of it. “Dobby! Did you just hit Draco over the head?”

Dobby nodded and grinned, “yes. Dobby saved Master from the evil boy.”

Harry sighed and took the mugs of hot cocoa that Dobby had removed from the tray. “Thanks, Dobby.” It seemed useless to try explaining that Draco was a friend any further. He just dismissed the elf and set about trying to revive the Slytherin, knowing he would be in a foul mood once he woke.

He wondered, not for the first time what hope he could have for a future with Draco, when even a house elf couldn’t believe the truth.
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Puddle-Wonderful

2008-06-22T21:09:31Z

Title: Puddle-Wonderful
Pairings: Primarily H/D. Also: Hr/R, Lucius/Narcissa, Fred/George, Draco/Others, Harry/Others, Dumbledore/Pomfrey and other pairings…
Rating: Will be NC-17 eventually
Warnings: If you need warnings for language, sex, or violence, then we suggest you don't read this
Summary: A quiet sixth year at Hogwarts is coming to an end, and unusual weather patterns promise to put pay to what would otherwise be an idyllic summer. During an impromptu Quidditch match, Harry and Draco collide, in the first of a series of events that twist and turn until up is down, back is front, and the distant war is suddenly looming straight ahead.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Three chapters have been posted at goldengardenia. We update regularly.

Click here to get to the first chapter.

Gilded Soul - Chapter 15

2008-06-18T23:55:47Z

My beta is temporarily MIA, so I am posting these chapters pre-beta for now, so please let me know what you think of these newest chapters. This one is a little longer and a teaser for what's still to come between Harry & Draco

Author’s notes: My brilliant Beta is MIA for a while, but I decided to post some of these chapters anyhow, so please let me know if you see any bad errors, or if you know someone who may be interested in temporarily beta-ing this story until my Animus Complexio sister gets some free time. J Many thanks to all that have commented! I love reading what people think about the story.

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own any of the recognized content within this story.

Catch up on previous chapters
This chapter is rated NC-17, and those not 18 or older should not proceed. I know this is the chapter that some of you have been waiting patiently (and not so patiently in some cases) for.
Chapter 15 Silk and Secrets

When Harry woke up later that morning, his dorm room was empty. All the boys from his year had plans for the Holiday’s. Looking around, he realized he had slept much later then usual, because the trunks were also gone, so the train must have already been loaded.

A knock on the door startled his and he quickly padded over to open in, smiling down at Hermione’s worry stricken face greeting him on the other side. She threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. “The train is already here and waiting. Most everyone else has loaded up, but I couldn’t leave without saying good bye!” She blubbered through her tears.

He patted her warmly on the back and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be fine, Mione. Dumbledore will be here, and I’ll be extra careful.” She looked skeptical and he crossed his heart. “I promise.” He added.

“Right then. Okay.” She took a deep breath and turned toward the landing. “I’ll miss you, Harry.”

He smiled back at her. “I’ll miss you too, Mione.”

He watched her walk down the stairs and right before she exited out the portrait hole she turned one last time, “I love you, Harry.” Then she disappeared without another word.
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Harry made his way to the Great Hall to find it empty. There was only one table now in the middle of the hall, close to where the staff sat. Everything was so vacant here over the holidays, and Harry found it both nice, to practically have the castle to himself, and lonely all at the same time.

Harry felt a pang of loss at the realization that Draco would be gone for the next couple weeks. He hoped he had healed enough before leaving. Then he thought worriedly about the fact that Voldemort had apparently set up camp in his home, and his heart filled with dread.

There would obviously be no food to be had in the Great Hall until lunch, so Harry made his way down to the kitchens to see what he could drum up.

Halfway into making a sandwich for himself, he heard a noise and looked up to see the gray eyes of Draco watching him closely. Harry dropped the knife he had been using and smiled broadly. “Why aren’t you on the train?”

Draco leaned against the wall, still slightly weak looking. “Didn’t I tell you? My mother gave me permission to stay here for the holidays.”

Harry slowly closed the gap between then and reached for Draco’s hand. “How are you feeling?”

Draco shook his head. “Not my best, but I’ll live I suppose.”

“I was worried. Then I thought about you having to go stay in that house with Voldemort and I was extra worried.”

Draco shuddered at the name but only nodded. “I saw you head down here from the end of the corridor. I got up to see some of the Slytherin’s off so it wouldn’t be too suspicious and I wanted to see you before I went back to my dorm to sleep.”

Harry rubbed slow circles on the back of Draco’s hand. “I have a better idea.” He said as he tugged him back up the stairs and down through the fruit painting.

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After a few minutes Draco could tell where Harry was leading him. They paused outside the Room of Requirement and he leaned against the railing while Harry paced three times in front of the large expanse of wall. He had never remembered feeling so ill before in his life. Still drained and hurting from the poison, all Draco wanted to do was to crawl in a nice comfy bed and sleep.

The door blossomed in the previously blank wall, and Harry took his hand again and led him inside. The room was not as he expected. Draco had only seen it as the large space filled with shelves and stuffed with miscellaneous magical objects. This room was elegant looking and Draco was thrilled to see the large four-poster bed in the center of it.

Draco looked around and saw all the details Harry had put into the room. The ceiling was draped in hanging cream fabric with pale glittering golden lights hanging in between. The walls were a rich black and white marble and the floor was a black stone with gold and white inlays. On the left side of the room was a door, which led to a large bathroom and to the right of the room was a dressing screen, with two sets of clothes, one in burgundy and one in green.

Draco walked up to the bed, which was covered in creamy silk sheets and large over stuffed pillows, but Harry caught his hand lightly. “You should change first.” A light sparkle in his emerald eyes made him look edible.

Draco smiled and kissed Harry lightly on the forehead and walked over to the screen. The clothes draped over the side consisted of a pair of silk pajama bottoms and a long silk robe. He removed his uniform and draped it over the top of the screen and slipped into the trousers. They fit him nicely, and he decided to skip the robe, so he placed it back over the screen.

When he reemerged Harry’s eyes were upon him and full of heat, watching him as he made his way over to the bed. Harry got up and took his place behind the screen to change. Draco saw immediately why he had looked the way he had when Draco came back out from behind the screen. The soft light from the ceiling cast perfect-silhouetted shadows of Harry undressing. Draco’s cock twitched as he watched Harry change behind the screen, and when he reemerged, dressed only in burgundy silk bottoms, Draco knew he would have the same hungry look in his eyes that Harry had possessed.

Suddenly sleep was the last thing he wanted to do in this bed.

As Harry approached the bed, the lights dimmed slightly to only a distant golden twinkle overhead. Draco shuddered at the look of lust in Harry’s bright green eyes, but the boy just crawled into bed beside him. “I hope it won’t bother you if I sleep here too.”

Draco shook his head, at a loss for words. He wanted Harry so badly, but the thoughts in his head were conflicting. He felt weak and slightly dizzy, but he wasn’t sure anymore if that was from him recovering, or because Harry’s stomach was flat and lusciously exposed above the creamy silk sheets. He felt his heat beat faster, and he didn’t know if it was from the poison, only hours before removed from his system, or because he could see thin black hair trailing from Harry’s belly button down to his nether regions that were only hidden by thin burgundy silk.

When his eyes met Harry’s once again, there was mirth. It was obvious Harry enjoyed the way Draco looked at him, soaking up every last detail. Before he could stop himself, Draco was trailing soft fingers over a small triangular scar on the Gryffindor’s arm. “That’s where the Basilisk fang pierced me in second year.” Harry said lowly.

“So it’s true then? The rumors that you fought the creature in the Chamber of Secrets?” Draco asked, genuinely interested. He had always assumed that any of the outlandish stories told about Harry were mostly rumor, and for the most part false.

Harry nodded and moved Draco’s hand over a small burn mark on his side. “This is where I was hit by a Death Eater’s curse in the Ministry last year.” Draco tried to pull his hand away, but Harry held it firmly. “I don’t blame you for the actions of your father, Draco.” Harry said simply, with no emotion.

“But, I do.” Draco replied. He didn’t know if he should say any more, but Harry was sharing things with him, that he was sure no one outside of Ron and Hermione knew about. Hermione told me about your godfather.” There he said it.

Harry’s eyes clamped shut and his breathing slowed. Draco began running his fingertips over Harry’s smooth bare flesh and he eventually calmed. “Did she tell you how he died?”

Draco nodded, still working goose bumps into the other boys flesh with his movements.

“I don’t blame you for that either.”

Draco nodded. “Still, it must be difficult for you to trust me after everything my family has done to you.”

Harry smirked, and it struck Draco as a very Malfoy smirk. He wondered for a brief second if he was a bad influence on the boy, but the smirk quickly turned to one of Harry’s trademark grins and Draco relaxed. “I thought it would be more difficult.”

Draco smirked then, still trailing fingers over his skin, until Harry pulled him into a crushing kiss. Draco pressed himself into every inch of bare skin he could, and Harry seemed to be doing the same. He felt on fire as he laid beside Harry, flesh to flesh, lips to lips, hands groping in each other’s hair.

Draco’s hands drifted south until they cupped Harry’s smooth arse, covered only in thin silk. Harry moaned into his mouth and thrust his erection against Draco’s own silk-coated leg. The sound filled him with elation and made his heart beat harder and faster. He kneaded the flesh of Harry’s back and felt the other boy’s hands dip lower until they cupped his buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart lightly and digging his nails into the barely covered flesh.

He began to squirm under Harry’s touch, and quickly abandoned all sense of decorum as he writhed and roughly pulled Harry on top of him. “I thought you were tired.” Harry said with a low velvet laugh.

“Changed my mind.” Draco panted, not able to catch his breath from the fiery sensations coursing through his body.

Harry’s only reply was a deep, “mmm” as he straddled the blonde and lowered his mouth to Draco’s earlobe. His tongue worked expertly around Draco’s ear and neck, teasing him with feather light touches. As Harry pulled back to look into his eyes, Draco whimpered his protest, earning a sly smile from the Gryffindor above him.

Harry leaned back down, but this time slid a hot path from Draco’s collarbone down to his nipples, where he licked and sucked and bit lightly into his tender flesh. Draco cried out in ecstasy and thrust upward, grinding his hips and groin against Harry’s. He had never felt so light headed, and overwhelmed with pleasure.

Draco watched Harry’s dark messy hair as he edged further down his body, Harry’s fringe tickling lightly against his chest. He watched with bated breath as Harry got closer and closer to the soft hem of his trousers, and sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue flicked against the pale blonde patch of hair leading to things lying hidden and rigid beneath the silk under Harry’s chin.

Harry chose that moment to look up and meet Draco’s eyes. What once was a bright emerald green had gone almost black with lust, and the look Harry held within them made Draco shudder with anticipation.

With deft fingers Harry pulled at the hem of Draco’s trousers and slowly slid them down his milky legs, savoring every inch of newly exposed flesh. Draco inhaled and blushed pink as his cock was released from his pants and slapped sharply against his stomach. Harry was grinning like the Cheshire cat at the sight before him. He slowly lowered his face to the crease where Draco’s abdomen met his thighs and flicked his tongue quickly over the area, chuckling lowly as Draco squirmed and bucked beneath him.

Draco closed his eyes and didn’t open them again until he felt hot breath run the length of his cock. Looking down he swallowed hard at the sight of Harry running the flat part of his tongue from balls to tip, moaning against Draco’s engorged flesh.

Draco had never been so hard in his life. He could feel the throbbing heat that concentrated itself in that hard bit of flesh more acutely then he could feel his own heartbeat. He screamed out for Harry when his mouth enclosed over his hot sticky head, and moaned for him when his tongue slid further down his shaft, lapping and twisting and taking in the whole length of him.

He couldn’t control the shifting and bucking of his hips as he fucked Harry’s mouth. He tried not to be so rough, but his cock was suddenly in charge of any movements he made. He did however have the sense of mind to notice that Harry seemed to be enjoying it in spite of the roughness.

Harry moaned around his shaft, taking it deeper and hard with each thrust. His hands wandered around Draco’s sensitive flesh, cupping his hard shrunken balls and kneading his soft plump arse. Draco was close to orgasm and his body went rigid as the feeling built up in the pit of his stomach.

It only took one movement from Harry, one thin digit inserted into his puckered hole, before he was screaming Harry’s name and exploding his orgasm down his throat, his body jerking with the effects. He barely registered the feeling of Harry’s throat swallowing him down and slowly moving his mouth away. He was in a state of euphoria and knew that if he had a mirror, it would reflect a very stupid grin planted firmly on his usually composed face.

It wasn’t until he felt the bed shift that he looked up to find Harry’s eyes looming above him, peering at him through heavy lidded eyelashes. Draco felt his face flush as the thought of what they just did hit his conscious mind like a train. He immediately pulled Harry down to press him into a heated kiss. He could taste himself on Harry’s tongue, and it made him moan against his lips.

Harry lifted away, smirking slightly and tugged at his own trousers until they were resting in a small pile with Draco’s. The Slytherin couldn’t take his eyes off of the smooth expanse of purple skin bobbing in between them, and he pumped his hips upward when he felt Harry’s cock graze against his own.

He watched with growing arousal as Harry lifted his fingers to him mouth and sucked on them, making them wet and slippery. Draco’s mouth made a soft “O” as Harry slowly slipped one finger into his quivering opening. Harry’s other hand gripped Draco’s hip, keeping him firmly pinned to the bed, and making sure he couldn’t control the depth of his fingers inside him. Draco wanted so badly to ram himself onto Harry’s fingers, and made unintelligible whimpering noises when Harry denied him.

“Oh yes!” He moaned, as Harry joined a second finger to the slow movement inside his orifice, but Harry was in control, and soon removed both fingers, causing Draco to pout and whine.

Harry chuckled deep and velvety, “You’re cute when you pout.”

Draco didn’t have time to respond with a witty retort because Harry chose that moment to rub the head of his own cock against Draco’s opening, making him scream out and try again to thrust himself down onto this new intrusion. “Tell me if I hurt you.” Harry said in a breathy voice, to which Draco merely nodded.

Harry held Draco’s hips firmly as he worked himself slowly into Draco’s channel. The blonde writhed and moaned at the feeling of Harry’s rock hard cock buried deep within him. Harry’s motions got faster and rougher as he could fit his entire length into Draco comfortably, and after several thrusts, he let go of Draco’s hips and let him buck against his own controlled movements.

Both boys we’re slick with sweat and panting heavily. The sound of Harry’s balls slapping against his ass almost sent Draco over the edge, but he clawed at the silken sheets in order to release the pressure in another manner. Draco didn’t know how long they stayed that way, joined together in sweaty bliss.

Draco constricted the muscles in his anus tightly around Harry’s thick cock and that seemed to push the Gryffindor over the edge, because after two hard thrusts, Harry’s head fell back as his orgasm racked his body. The feel of Harry’s seed being buried deep inside him made Draco come again, both boys now shuddering and screaming each others name, before collapsing in a heap on the bed.

“That was brilliant.” Draco mumbled, when he could finally speak again.

Harry nodded and smiled, pulling the Slytherin into him and nuzzling his neck. They curled around each other, seeming to fit like a puzzle, and both drifted into an uninterrupted blissful sleep.

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Gilded Soul - Chapter 14

2008-06-16T22:54:14Z

My beta is temporarily MIA, so I am posting these chapters pre-beta for now, so please let me know what you think of these newest chapters. This one is a little longer and a teaser for what's still to come between Harry & Draco

Author’s notes: My brilliant Beta is MIA for a while, but I decided to post some of these chapters anyhow, so please let me know if you see any bad errors, or if you know someone who may be interested in temporarily beta-ing this story until my Animus Complexio sister gets some free time. J Many thanks to all that have commented! I love reading what people think about the story.

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own any of the recognized content within this story.

Catch up on previous chapters

Chapter 14 Venom

The air was cooler then usual in the maze, and Harry had a bit of a chill. This time upon entering the foggy dream world, there was no having to retrace his steps and find his way to the place where they last left the maze. This time he started right where they had left off, on the other side of the first trial. Harry watched as Draco materialized into the maze and waited for Draco to get acclimated to the new surroundings and then promptly leapt upon him pressing him into a fervent kiss.

Both boys pulled away slightly winded after a few minutes. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.” Harry rasped.

“Me too.” Draco replied pulling Harry closer to him. “I’m starting to lose interest in this foolish old maze.”

Harry smiled, feeling genuinely content; Draco’s touch washing away all his earlier doubts. “Well, Hermione insisted we not do anything that would get us hurt…”

Draco raised a graceful eyebrow. “Did you have something in mind then?”

Harry felt a tinge of embarrassment as he reached for Draco’s robes, and pushed them gently from his shoulders and onto the stone floor of the maze. Draco looked both shocked and pleased with his forwardness, so Harry continued by addressing the green and silver tie wrapped around Draco’s delicate neck. After fumbling with several buttons Harry finally managed to free him of his clothing from the waist up, leaving Draco pale and glowing in the moonlight.

Draco stood looking equally embarrassed half nude in front of his former rival. Harry leaned into him and sucked lightly on Draco’s earlobe, causing Draco to shudder against him. Draco’s hands were on Harry’s hips, where he was digging into his flesh, trying to calm his breathing and keep his body still as Harry worked his mouth along his neck and collarbone.

Harry’s fingertips brushed across Draco’s exposed nipples and ran down the length of his torso, and Draco could no longer hold still. He grabbed Harry’s chin and pulled him level to his face and crashed his lips against the Gryffindor’s. Harry pushed him against the hedge wall, kneading the flesh of Draco’s bare back. His mouth was possessive, claiming the Slytherin’s bottom lip, which was now red and inflamed.

Their breathing ragged, Harry fumbled with the button of Draco’s trousers, but a firm hand stopped his movements. “Wait,” Draco said between panting breaths, “You don’t have to do that.”

Harry looked into his eyes, which glinted like mercury in the moonlight. “I want to.” He said finally.

A look of hunger flashed through Draco’s eyes, quickly chased with distress. “It’s just that I haven’t ever…”

Harry almost laughed but bit it back, deeming it a definite mood breaker. “You think I have?”

Draco peered at him through narrowed eyes. “You’re the Boy Who Lived.” He answered simply as if that answered anything.

Harry decided he would risk the laughter. “So you think, what? That I get sex because Voldemort tried to kill me?”

“No.” Draco rolled his eyes unable to fathom how Harry could be so oblivious. “I see how people gravitate to you. You’re like this magnet. All the girls whisper about you, and even some of the guys.” He finished, blushing slightly.

Harry took a step back, the mirth leaving his eyes, and watched Draco appraisingly. “Do you really think I’m some sort of whore?”

“No!” Draco shouted, grabbing Harry’s waist and trying to pull him closer. “No, I just thought you had… more experience.”

Harry sighed and relaxed slightly. “I don’t.” He said simply. “Plus, I thought you had at least shagged Pansy with how the girl follows you around and dotes on you every minute.”

“You noticed that, huh?” Draco said laughing. “She irritates me. I’ve never even touched her.”

“Good.” Harry said before he could catch himself, eliciting another laugh from Draco. “So really, are you just some sort of groupie? Are you just going to go back and tell all your friends about what its like to shag the Boy Who Lived?” He said smiling.

Draco rolled his eyes and leaned in kissing the other boy gently. He ran his hand through the unruly black hair and pulled him in close. “Surprisingly enough, Harry. I like you. I mean I like you in the way that makes me nervous.”

“Nervous?” Harry made it a question.

Draco nodded. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and I don’t want to botch it up.”

Harry almost squealed in delight, but restrained himself based on his proud Gryffindor sensibilities. “I’m glad to hear it, because I like you too... despite my best efforts otherwise.” He leaned in and kissed the Slytherin.

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Draco deepened the kiss and gasped at the feel of Harry’s fingers pressing into his exposed chest. It started to get uncomfortable and Draco realized suddenly that Harry’s hands were still at his sides, apparently respecting his earlier request to wait.

Draco pulled back quickly to find himself being held firmly against the hedge wall by thick obtrusive vines. He began hyperventilating as the dark red vines sliced and crushed his chest. Harry was already pulling at them trying to loosen their hold on his bare flesh. “You’re bleeding!” He shouted in a panic.

Draco looked down to see that the vines had thorns, which were in fact cutting into his pale skin, causing blood to well up and leak down his stomach. Now that he saw the cuts, they began to sting and Draco tried to wiggle away from them, only to have the vines cut him deeper.

A cry from Harry made him look to his left where a large red flowering plant was emerging from the hedge. Draco hardly had time to scream before two long yellow stems lashed out at him, leaving giant red welts on his chest. Stinging pain coursed through his body and Draco felt as if his blood were on fire. “Poison” He whispered before passing out.

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Harry panicked, not entirely sure he knew of a spell that would destroy the plant or free his friend. A cool wind whipped through the maze and Harry felt and eerie calm wash over him and suddenly he knew what to do.

He leveled his wand with the massive flower and shouted a spell he had never used before. The spells effects promptly caused the flower’s violent explosion, sending bits of red and green mush flying through the air and covering both Harry and the now unconscious Draco from head to toe.

The vines holding Draco fell limp and Harry rushed over to catch him before he fell. The boy was a dead weight in his arms and Harry fought not to cry out in despair as he held onto his pale limp form. Harry felt for a pulse, and relaxed slightly as he found one, though it was terribly weak. The calming feeling had left him the minute he touched Draco’s exposed flesh, and now he was left wondering how he would save his beautiful Slytherin.

“Wake up!” Harry shouted aloud. He didn’t know how to will himself from this dream. He needed to get Draco to Dumbledore; he would know what to do. Just as he thought it, the maze around him began to fade into darkness all around him.
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Harry shot upright in bed, soaked with sweat and fear. A quick glance around the room confirmed that he was in his own dorm room in Gryffindor tower and that it was still before sunrise. Everyone’s trunks were packed and ready to be taken down to the train first thing after breakfast this morning, and his fellow students were sleeping soundly.

Lying next to his was Draco, even paler then usual and bleeding slowly from several cuts along his skin. Harry spared no time with spells or invisibility cloaks and lifted Draco from the bed and rushed out of the room. Draco’s heartbeat had slowed considerably since the dream maze, and Harry subconsciously knew that his time was limited.

When Harry stepped out of the portrait hole he hesitated a moment, thinking perhaps he should rush him to Madame Pomfrey instead, but instinct told him to go to the Headmaster straight away.

He approached the gargoyle statue and realized too late that he didn’t know the password. He stood in front of the enormous winged structure, still cradling Draco’s still body against his own. He looked down into the lifeless face of his Slytherin and a single tear slipped down his cheek landing on Draco’s bottom lip and reflecting the bluish color of them.

He hadn’t noticed the statue moving aside to reveal the doorway leading up into the Headmaster’s office, and he hadn’t noticed that Dumbledore now stood before him with a questioning look.

He finally took account of the changed surroundings as Dumbledore lifted Draco’s still form from Harry’s grasp and carried him quickly up the spiral staircase and into his office, motioning for Harry to follow suit.

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Harry refused the offered seat and instead hovered in the corner of Dumbledore’s office, watching closely as Dumbledore lay Draco’s limp figure onto the settee. “Fawkes, come.” Dumbledore bellowed, and the bird was at his side in an instant.

The fiery red phoenix perched on the back of the sofa and looked down at Draco’s pale face questioningly. It looked briefly up to Dumbledore who nodded, and then large shimmering tears fell onto Draco’s face, mingling with Harry’s own.

The cuts on the Slytherin’s chest oozed a clear yellowish liquid before sealing up and turning into thin red slits. With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore cleaned the boy up. Draco’s breathing was now noticeably solid and steady. Harry collapsed onto the chair across from him, not taking his eyes off the other boy, but fully relieved that he was now safe.

“He’s going to sleep for a while now.” The Headmaster intoned, startling Harry out of his thoughts as he watched the Slytherin’s color slowly return.

Harry nodded. “Thank you, professor.” Dumbledore moved to sit behind his desk and after a moment Harry turned to look at him. “How did you know we were out there?” He asked, not sure if he would get an answer.

Dumbledore smiled. “I am linked to this school, Harry. Just as it can sense students in need so can I.”

Harry was curious as to what extent this ability worked for the Headmaster, but chose not to pry any further. “Aren’t you going to ask what happened?”

Dumbledore chuckled. “I think I already know what happened.” He looked down at the unconscious boy. “He was obviously attacked by a Venomous Tentacula. It’s best not to touch the hedges, for there are several of these creatures throughout the maze.”

Harry sighed. “I didn’t know what to do at first, but then a spell just suddenly came to me and I blew the plant into a million pieces.”

“What spell did you use?” Dumbledore asked in a hushed tone.

Harry thought about it. “Confringo.” He said at last. “Yeah, that was it I think. Though I don’t know how I knew it.”

“Nor should you.” Dumbledore said with narrowed eyes. “That spell is not taught till the end of seventh year.”

Harry felt a chill as something deep within his mind laughed maniacally. Harry shivered and Dumbledore must have noticed because he grabbed his robes and lifted him to his fee. Harry’s eyes were locked with the Headmaster’s usually sparkling and blue, but were now filled with anger and concern. “Get out of his head!” He shouted into Harry’s face, making him wince away, but he could not pull himself from the Headmasters strong grip.

Harry felt that eerie chill sweep over him and with one swift and powerful motion he was free of the older wizard and standing with his hand clasping his wand, not yet pointing it, but obviously wanting to.

Harry!” Dumbledore shouted, “You must clear your head. You must shut him out.”

Harry tried. He could plainly feel the unwanted presence in his mind now, pressing his thoughts into conflicting directions. “I’m trying.” Harry choked out, hardly able to make out his own voice.

“Try harder!” Dumbledore bellowed.

Harry stumbled backward and fell beside the sofa where Draco lay. His hand brushed against the Slytherin’s cool arm and Harry immediately felt a calm wash over him. His thoughts were his own once again.

Dumbledore looked shocked at the instant dissipation of evil from the room. “He’s gone.” It was both a statement and a question.

Harry nodded. “I think so.”

Dumbledore looked from Harry’s face to his hand, which was making slow swirling patterns on Draco’s chest. Harry caught the look and followed his gaze, noticing what he was doing and quickly pulling away in embarrassment.

“No.” Dumbledore said quickly, “Keep touching him. It seems to keep Voldemort out of your head.”

Harry returned his hand, but kept it still against his arm instead. “How?” He asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.

Dumbledore hook his head. “I’m not sure, but I have a few theories.”

Harry waited for the Headmaster to elaborate but he didn’t. “What theories?”

Dumbledore smiled sadly. “I think I should do some fact checking before I relay any of them to you.”

Harry’s shoulders sagged. He was starting to feel the fatigue of the events of the past few hours. “I think I need to sleep. Do you think I can safely let go now?”

Dumbledore nodded. “I believe it will be safe, just continue to shield. I will have Mr. Malfoy returned to his quarters.” Harry nodded and after getting up, walked slowly to the door, trying to resist the urge to look back at his sleeping Slytherin. A warm hand on his arm surprised him and he turned to meet Dumbledore’s warm blue eyes. “Can I ask you something, Harry?”

Harry let the shock play across his face. He thought the Headmaster would just bluntly ask whatever he wished to know. He had never before asked permission. Seemingly reading his mind Dumbledore laughed. “I only ask, because this is a personal question. One that I hope you will answer, but I cannot make you.” Harry nodded. “What is your relationship with Mr. Malfoy?”

Harry flinched. Somehow he knew that was going to be the question, but he was still unprepared. “I assume you mean the one lying here in your office, and not the one I refer to as Mr. Malfoy.” He asked, trying to stall.

Dumbledore’s eyes lit up with their usual sparkle as he chuckled. “Yes, Harry. I am referring to Draco.”

Harry smiled in spite of himself. Sometimes it was hard not to when he was around the perpetually mirthful wizard. “I honestly don’t know, sir.” Harry answered finally. “I like him,” He said quietly, “I like him more then friends.”

Dumbledore didn’t say anything for a moment, but eventually nodded. “And Draco? Does he feel the same?”

Harry looked down at the sleeping form of his beautiful Slytherin. “He seems to.” Harry said, leaving off the fact that he hoped with all his heart that he did.

“Good. That will make this less difficult then, though by no means will it be easy.” Dumbledore replied, ushering Harry toward the door.

“Make what less difficult, sir?”

“Never you mind that now, Harry. I will let you know just as soon as I can be certain of my theory.” He patted Harry on the back and opened the door. “Now go to bed, Harry.”

Harry left the ornately decorated office thinking about Dumbledore’s mysterious ranting, the unconscious Slytherin on his couch, and how they might somehow be related. He kept the walls around his mind locked firmly in place to keep out his unwanted visitor and made his way to the Gryffindor tower.

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Hermione was in a right state when Harry walked through the portrait hole. Judging by the light outside the windows, it was still before dawn, yet the common room was bustling with commotion. “What’s going on?” Harry asked looking around the room. There were at least ten people up and about.

Hermione jumped at his voice and looked at him in shock for a moment before leaping upon him and smothering him in a tight hug.

“Hermione,” He choked out finally, “you’re crushing me.”

“Sorry.” She replied, still not releasing him from her feral grasp. “Are you okay?” she asked, finally letting go to in order to step back and look him over concernedly.

Harry looked around at all the faces waiting for him to answer. “I’m fine.” He replied slowly. ”Why are you all up?”

It was Neville that answered. “I woke up and saw your bed empty, and when I went over, I saw your sheets soaked with blood!”

Shit. Harry had no idea how he was going to explain all this away. He looked to Hermione pleadingly. “We were just about to go get McGonagall.” She said. “But you’re obviously fine, so maybe we should just leave this be until the morning.”

Harry sighed relieved as everyone slowly trailed back upstairs, save Hermione. When the last of them were out of earshot, Hermione pulled Harry over to the sofa. “Harry, what happened?”

He began to relate the entire ordeal; from the moment he set foot in the maze to what happened in Dumbledore’s office, including his cryptic message. He did leave out the part about him making out with Draco, however.

Hermione didn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly processing it all. “How did Draco get attacked by a Venomous Tentacula? They are usually dormant unless disturbed.”

“Draco was… leaning... against the hedge it was in.” Harry responded, blushing slightly.

“Why would he do that? How foolish can you be even touching the hedge in this magical maze? I mean really?” Hermione griped.

Harry looked sheepish. “It was sort of my fault. I had him pinned there.”

Hermione’s eyes went wide. “Oh no, Harry did you have a fight with him?”

“Er… no.” Harry said, blushing deeper. “Not fighting.”

“Well then what… oh.” Hermione smiled. “I think I understand.”

Harry looked down at his shoes, having just now realized that he was fully dressed, and must have woken up that way.

“Hermione?” Harry asked. “Do you think we can manipulate the dream at all?”

Hermione seemed to think on it. “Well, Only Dumbledore would know for certain, but my guess is based on your experiences so far, that you can manipulate yourselves in the maze… to a certain degree.”

Harry thought about it. “I went to sleep tonight in my normal bed clothes and I woke up like this, which is what I was wearing in the dream.”

Hermione looked at his robes and uniform and frowned. “You both woke up here this time though, instead of in the Slytherin common room. That’s peculiar.” She mused.

“I thought so too.” Harry responded.

Hermione was thoughtful for a moment then burst out laughing. “It’s so simple.” At Harry’s questioning look she continued. “It’s both of your conscious minds controlling it. You see, when you turned into a bunny, Draco was the fully conscious one, so when he left the dream, you went with him. The same happened when you broke your leg and passed out. This time, Draco was unconscious, so you left the dream and took him with you. You remained clearheaded enough that you knew you had to get him help right away, so your body here, replicated what happened there. Same as when you break your leg there, it’s also broken here.”

Harry sat back and thought on it. “Dumbledore says it’s unusual that we can dream about it. It’s a physical place that we should only be able to get to by locating it in the physical world.”

“Maybe you are.” She huffed at Harry’s petulant look. “Maybe you apparate there? Does anyone know if either of you are still in your beds during these dreams?”

“No. I guess not.” Harry replied. “Could we really be leaving the castle? I mean, you can’t even apparate from inside Hogwart’s.”

“That’s true, but you’re not supposed to be able to access this dream world either.” She shrugged.

Harry sagged into the sofa, his mind reeling. Hermione must have noticed his state, because she laid a gentle hand on his leg. “Look, when I get back, we can start some experiments with the dream. Until then though, just promise me you’ll be careful. More careful then this.” She said gesturing to the blood still drying on the front of his robes.”

Harry only nodded and walked up to bed. Laying down his mind drifted into a mazeless, though not entirely peaceful sleep
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All in the Family; Ch. 5

2008-05-05T00:26:59Z

Title: All in the Family (5/?)
Rating: R (or M for mature)
Genre: Humor, romance, a hint of drama
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Draco/Hermione (implied), Ginny/Luna (implied)
Warning: While mostly canon-compliant, this fic boldly and blatantly ignores that the epilogue ever happened.
Summary: "I think, first of all, we shouldn't tell anyone. And secondly, we shouldn't talk about it. Most importantly, it's probably just a good idea if we pretend it never happened."

Something happened between Draco and Hermione, something that never should have even been considered . . .

Reviews accepted and appreciated. Feedback is love!

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

RP. ^_^

2008-03-31T19:45:50Z

'Ello.
I'm not entirely sure if I'm allowed to do this here but, I'm having a bash anyways.
I'm looking for anyone interested in para RP... on Yahoo IM. H/D... obviously.
Are there any RP'ers still about or am the last of our kind!? I hope not!
Anywhoo, add me on Yahoo geekface.rawrrr or reply to this entry if you're interested/want to know more.

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Unlocking the World, 017/?

2008-03-06T21:54:48Z

Title: Unlocking the World

Author: lazalot_anreads

Beta: dracovontrapp

Characters/Pairings: Draco/Harry

Challenge: B-Day fic for gurliemoviegeek, who requested dancing and sex

Summary: Draco is drawn to Harry for reasons he can’t explain. When Harry confronts him, they unlock a prophecy written hundreds of years ago by the founders themselves.

Notes: WIP, AU 4^th Year, Young Lovin’

Unlocking the World, chapter list

Chapter 017

“How?!” Harry all but yelled, terror slamming into him. “Why?!”

“Calm yourself,” Snape said sharply, eyes glued to Draco, who had lowered his head and was shaking it slowly. “Draco?”

“Father,” Draco replied quietly, “I’m going to have to fight him, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” Snape sounded sad. Harry touched Draco’s shoulder a bit uncertainly, and the blond started a bit but didn’t pull away, so the brunet let his hand trail lower and rubbed the other boy’s back. A soft purring sound filled the room and Harry was surprised, though not as much as he might have been were in not for the book he’d been reading, to realize it was coming from him. Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry but continued, “Unfortunately, the ritual requires the blood of an enemy, and I’m sure you both know who the Dark Lord’s favorite enemy is.”

“We have to let it happen, don’t we?” Harry asked, gaze fixed on the fire because he didn’t want to see the pity in his professor’s eyes anymore. “The way the prophecy is written – and we know it’s about us, we all know it – means we have to let the war happen. But … what if we didn’t?”

“I’m not sure I want to know.” Draco looked at him and he couldn’t help but look back. Draco had tears running down his cheeks but the look in the blond’s eye was more determined than anything else. “We studied prophecies in History of Magic, remember?” Of course Harry didn’t, having most likely been asleep at the time, and Draco blew his breath out in an irritated sigh. “It would just change, Potter, you can’t escape a true prophecy. You can try, like you’re suggesting, but according to Professor Binns, it would only result in nasty side-effects.”

“Oh.” Harry sighed, wishing once more that his friends could be there with him like they’d always been in the past. He needed the support. “What if Voldemort decides to kill me once he’s alive again? I don’t want …” he trailed off, but the unspoken words hung in the air. Harry didn’t want to die.

“It won’t happen!” Snape’s tone was positively fierce, and Harry looked at him, startled out of his own self-pity. “The Dark Lord will be much too weak after the ritual to do anything but run like the coward he really is. Unfortunately, I reported everything to Dumbledore already, and he’s the real threat. He plans to show himself as soon as the ritual has been completed, surprise the Dark Lord, and ‘rescue you’,” he sneered, “once he’s had the honor of vanquishing the most powerful Dark wizard the world has ever seen.”

“Well, then,” Harry was shaking with rage, but he had more important things to focus on at the moment, “that won’t do, will it?”

“No, it won’t,” Snape agreed, “which is why I advised him against it. Not that he’ll listen to me, of course. He’s as hungry for power as any Slytherin has ever been, and he won’t let such an opportunity pass him by. I didn’t, however, tell him that the Inner Circle has made a portkey out of the Dark Lord’s robes that will take him to safety as soon as the ritual is complete.”

“Why not?” Harry asked, curious. “At the time you didn’t know anything about the prophecy, did you? So why wouldn’t you have told the headmaster about the Portkey?”

“I just found out about it this morning, actually,” Snape replied, touching the disgusting tattoo on the inside of his left arm self-consciously. “I was also given a Portkey I’m supposed to give to you in two week’s time, on Halloween night, that will take you to the ritual site. I did tell Dumbledore about that, and he instructed me to follow through with it.”

“Bastard,” Draco growled, “he doesn’t give a damn about Harry, does he?”

“But you do?” Harry turned to his former enemy. The look of pure fury on the blond’s face was all the answer he needed, and Harry kissed him gently before turning back to the professor. “So, then, we have two weeks to come up with a plan. Professor, you may dislike them, but my friends would stand by us, and Ron’s an excellent strategist. Hermione is smart, too, you know she is. You know they could help us.”

“Yes,” Snape agreed mildly. “But are you quite sure they won’t go running to Dumbledore if we show them the prophecy? Are you quite sure you want to drag your friends into something we know next to nothing about? Are you quite sure, Harry?”

“I am,” Harry said firmly. “Ron and Hermione have stood by me through everything since our first year, and they’ll stand by me through this. They’ll stand by all of us, if the two of you will let them in. Ron may be a bit difficult, at first, but if you treat him right he’ll do the same for you. Hermione … well, she’s not nearly as intimidated by either of you as I know you’d like to believe. You just have to trust me, both of you. So?”

‘Draco is probably going to have a fit,’ Harry thought, so he was stunned when Draco suddenly said, “I agree. About Granger, I mean, I’m not too sure about the Weasel … Father told me that every member of the Weasley family was a joke, a black mark on Wizarding society. Now that I think about it, I know that what Father is doing is going to destroy the entire Wizarding world, though, so what does that matter? It’s so strange, the way I think about Father and what he’s done and is doing now. I’ve never spoken about it with other people, I’ve just believed every d-damn lie the – the bastard t-told me.”

Harry’s first instinct to this announcement was to end the conversation, now, and he followed it. “I think it’s time Draco and I get a few hours rest – then we’ll do the potion, okay?” he said firmly. “I need to be alone with my mate.”

“Of course,” Snape said, after a pause. “I’ve things to do, as well.”

Harry fairly dragged him to their suite, hugging him tightly as soon as the door had closed. He didn’t say anything, and neither did Draco. What could you say, really, when your world was turned completely upside-down? Harry led Draco to the bed and they stripped, climbing under the covers of the huge bed before curling into each other again. Draco held onto Harry tightly and buried his face into the brunet’s neck, breathing harshly.

“It’s okay, baby,” Harry whispered, stroking Draco’s hair soothingly. He was startled when Draco hooked his leg over Harry’s legs and pushed his hard cock against the brunet’s soft one, which reacted immediately. Harry decided sex would be a good distraction, so he rolled on top of the other boy, eating the blond’s mouth and grinding his erection into Draco’s. “Yeah, baby, I’ve got you.”

“Harry,” Draco groaned against his mouth, bucking his hips and spreading his legs to let the brunet settle between them. “Oh … I want … oh, Harry!” He bucked and writhed as Harry slid down his body and engulfed his cock in a single move, gripping and tugging at fistfuls of black hair in a way that made the boy sucking him absolutely mad with lust. “Oh! I want, stop, I want you to – Harry!”

Harry just hummed contentedly as he swallowed the blond boy’s cum and licked it away from the corners of his mouth before crawling up to kiss his mate sweetly. “Feel better?” His voice was hoarse from deep-throating – not that he knew that was what he’d been doing – the blond’s long, slender cock. His own erection ached, but he just snuggled into Draco’s side and stroked the blond’s soft hair, pretending not to hear the little sniffles that let him know his mate was crying.

Rec Lists!

2008-03-05T16:52:51Z

To celebrate my own birthday, (18, I can legally view pr0n now, yay!) I've put together a rec list of fanfiction which I shall now share with you guys.
I dunno why, but I have a habit of doing complicated and time consuming projects just for myself... It must have something to do with with me never knowing when to stop. It actually just started as a collection of links collected from my bookmarks, incase of something happening to my computer, and then it kind of grew... At least this time I can share it with other people ^^

Anyways, here, you will find pieces of fanfiction from Harry Potter, Naruto, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Death Note, Kingdom Hearts, Jak and Daxter, Lord of the Rings, Napola/Before the Fall, Pirates of the Caribbean, Silent Hill, South Park, Wheel of Time and Yu-Gi-Oh, as well as a couple of Originals.
I'm going to put up more fics as I read them ^^

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Intro
Part One: Harry Potter
Part Two: Naruto
Part Three: Other Fandoms

Unlocking the World, 014/?

2008-02-22T18:46:56Z

Title: Unlocking the World

Author: lazalot_anreads

Beta: dracovontrapp

Characters/Pairings: Draco/Harry

Challenge: B-Day fic for gurliemoviegeek, who requested dancing and sex

Summary: Draco is drawn to Harry for reasons he can’t explain. When Harry confronts him, they unlock a prophecy written hundreds of years ago by the founders themselves.

Notes: WIP, AU 4^th Year, Young Lovin’

Unlocking the World, chapter list

Chapter 014

By the time Harry met up with Draco and Snape in the professor’s private quarters, he was too exhausted to do anything but sit in the nearest chair and groan. He’d been dodging Ron and Hermione all day, unable to come up with a decent excuse for having disappeared the entire night – without leaving a note, as Ron had pointed out before he managed to escape his dorm room.

“Harry?” Draco rubbed the back of his neck gently, and Harry sighed as his tension eased bit by bit. “Severus thinks he may have found something.”

“Really?” Harry’s head jerked up and Draco’s fingers fell away, sliding across his neck to rest on his shoulder. “What? What did you find out?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco said dryly. Harry heard the impatience in his lover’s voice and reached up to rest his hand over the blond’s, squeezing gently.

“I’m not entirely certain this pertains to you at all.” Snape took the chair across from Harry and Draco, looking like he’d gone a few rounds with Voldemort. The expression on his face was one of intense concern, and while Harry had discovered within the past two days that his professor was most definitely not the cold-hearted bastard he’d originally thought, he hadn’t been quite ready to admit that Snape actually cared, either. Looking at him now, however, he found himself likewise unable to deny it.

“Sir?” He prompted a bit shakily after a moment. Draco’s hand tightened almost painfully on his shoulder as the castle itself seemed to hold its breath. Harry was suddenly very sure that what his professor had to say had quite a bit to do with them, actually, and wished quite madly for a moment that he was back in his cupboard under the stairs with the old familiar worries of life as a ten-year-old ‘freak’.

“Last night, I had a dream,” Snape began, “or what I suspect may have been a premonition.” Harry was momentarily distracted by the red tint to his professor’s cheeks, and resisted the urge to laugh. ‘Big bad Severus Snape, blushing. Ron would never believe me.’ He wondered what Snape must have foresaw that would make him look like that.

In light of his amusement, Harry was not at all prepared for his professor’s next words. “In it I had what I have come to believe a very real and very serious conversation with the Four Founders. The conversation was about a prophecy concerning, I’m afraid, the two of you. This morning I found the same prophecy in an extremely old and rare Dark Arts text.”

“Dark Arts!” Harry stood up, angry and more than a little bewildered. “Illegal magic! Why would you be reading something like that, anyway, huh?”

“Sit down now, Mr. Potter,” Snape practically snarled at him. Harry obeyed, but crossed his arms in defiance and stared his professor down. The brunet had never met a man more complicated than Severus Snape, and he hoped he never did. He tapped his foot, impatient, and turned his glare up a notch. There was a hint of something that might have been regret in Snape’s eyes when he continued.

“You’ve much to learn, Mr. Potter,” he said, his tone somewhat sad. “The Dark Arts are a powerful tool for all Wizards and Witches, and they are not bad. Magic is magic; only a soul can be Dark.”

Harry had absolutely nothing to say to that, so he just nodded. For the moment he would just listen. Contrary to popular belief, Harry was neither naïve nor trusting, not after being raised by the Dursleys. What the man said made a lot of sense, and Harry was too smart not to listen.

“In truth, it was only after Salazar Slytherin lost his mind and began using magic to hurt and kill Muggles that there was any such thing as the ‘Dark Arts’. That was just the Ministry’s way of trying to take control.” Snape shook his head, obviously disgusted. Harry nodded again. He didn’t know what else to do; once again, someone was flipping his world around, and once again, all the brunet could do was hang on for the ride.

“In any case, the prophecy is rather complicated, and I’ve yet to do more than guess at its full meaning. Listen:

Many years from now, on the very spot I stand

Three shall come together, to save our precious land

The Hand shall guide the Lovers, leading them to peace

The Bond shall be created, thrice by magic’s tease

Power the world knows not, they’ll set it all to rights

They’ll prepare each other with Secrets, meeting most late nights

The day when Dark meets Light, the Three shall stand aside

In the crash will many die, only the Chosen will remain alive

I have reason to believe I am the Hand, and that the two of you are the Lovers. This particular prophecy was written by the Founders together exactly three hundred years ago, and it has been considered a myth by many for most of that time. Now, however, I believe we’ve proven them wrong.” Snape sat back, his eyes flicking to the side as a blush rose in his cheeks again. “In my dream, the Founders showed me the two of you when you first met in Madam Malkin’s, when you next met in the Room of Requirement, and when you third met … in my guest room this morning.”

All in the Family; Ch. 4

2008-02-18T02:10:52Z

Title: All in the Family (4/?)
Rating: R (or M for mature)
Genre: Humor, romance, a hint of drama
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Draco/Hermione (implied), Ginny/Luna (implied)
Warning: While mostly canon-compliant, this fic boldly and blatantly ignores that the epilogue ever happened.
Summary: "I think, first of all, we shouldn't tell anyone. And secondly, we shouldn't talk about it. Most importantly, it's probably just a good idea if we pretend it never happened."

Something happened between Draco and Hermione, something that never should have even been considered . . .

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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four