Oribia Blue

Apparently I am truly Angelic. Hehe--I'm not so sure about that...


You are one of the few out there whose wings are

truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and

divine, you are one blessed with a certain

cosmic grace. You are unequalled in

peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of

Light your wings are massive and a soft white

or silver. Countless feathers grace them and

radiate the light within you for all the

world to see. You are a defender, protector,

and caretaker. Comforter of the weak and

forgiver of the wrong, chances are you are

taken advantage of once in awhile, maybe

quite often. But your innocence and wisdom

sees the good in everyone and so this

mistreatment does not make you colder.

Merciful to the extreme, you will try to help

misguided souls find themselves and peace.

However not all Angelics allow themselves to

be gotten the better of - the Seraphim for

example will be driven to fighting for the

sake of Justice and protection of those less

powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever

change - the world needs more people like

you.

Image Copyright Sheila Wolk (prints available

through treefreegreetings.com) - words added

by myself.


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Hey, all. Here's Part I, as I promised, of the (not nameless anymore! YAY!) series. I titled it Saving Grace. :-D You'll see why.


Category: The Harry Potter Universe
Title: Saving Grace (Part I)
Author: Oribia Blue
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13 for language, mentions of rape and sexual content.
Length: 5,734 Words
Genre: Romance/angst/fluff/OOC!Harry
Warnings: Rape, sexual abuse, Angst!MAJOR, fluff, OOC, Vulnerable!Harry, Protective!Draco, yummy boy-love. :-D If you're squicky about these things, please take heed of this warning and use your own discretion. Thank you, lovies.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any characters spoken of within these lines. They all belong to JK Rowling...sadly. *Sniff, sniff* I am just borrowing them for the time being. Thanks, Jo!!! :-D
Notes: Reviews are very welcome... *so says the review...ahem...cookie monster*
Summary: Draco stumbles upon Harry in the corridor during Potions class, and soon finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about the Wizarding world's Golden Boy...


Saving Grace: Part One


Draco Malfoy strode into the classroom, eyes darting in and out among the steady stream of students pouring through the doors, trying to locate the one face among many that he was most eager to see. No. Not eager. Draco hadn't meant to say eager. He had meant to say...ah, to say...Well, he couldn't find a word to replace eag--that word, but he would find one. Eventually. And he wasn't eager. There was no way. He didn't even want to see Ha--Potter.

Still. That didn't stop the curiosity that blossomed in his lower belly when the last stragglers settled into their seats and Professor Snape, forbidding old goat that he was, swept into the room with a pronounced, almost...petulant?...flounce to his step that had Draco holding back a quiet snort of derision, and Potter still wasn't there. Draco narrowed his eyes as the Weasel and the Mudblood--er, Granger (Ha--Potter! wouldn't want him calling her a mudblood, now, would he?) hurriedly took their seats in the back of the class before Professor Snape could take any points from Gryffindor. Then Draco mentally berated himself for that internal thought. Since when did he care what Potter thought of his behavior toward his friends?

Admit it, Draco, you care. You've cared since last year. When you found yourself admiring the subtle sway of Potter's backside. He really does have a nice arse, you know. Don't even try to weasel your way out of that. And you like his hands. And the way he tilts his head when he's concentrating particularly hard on something. And the way his tongue slips out of his mouth to settle between his teeth when he's--STOP IT! Draco slapped himself across the cheek, creating a dark red mark across his pale cheek and drawing stares and muttered whispers behind the hands of the more intrigued members of the class.

Unfortunately, it drew the attention of the Professor as well. Snape stared strangely at Draco, quirking one eyebrow as if to ask if Draco was all right, or did he need a pass to the hospital wing? Draco shook his head imperceptibly, and nodded to show that Snape could commence teaching the class.

Snape opened his mouth to start lecturing the class, when Draco lifted his hand on a sudden impulse and waved it in the air in a fashion rivalling Granger when she was being an insufferable know-it-all. Professor Snape arched his eyebrow once more in the direction of Draco, and nodded to invite the boy to speak.

"Sir, Potter is not here. He didn't walk in with the Weas--Weasley and Granger this morning." Draco bit his lip, cursing himself for his lack of control. Why, oh why had he just said that? But he knew...maybe Snape would let him patrol the corridors, looking for Potter. Then maybe he could challenge him to a proper duel...with his tongue, preferrably--No! He wouldn't think along those lines. He couldn't. It was completely wrong. Wrong. Snape blinked, then very slowly his gaze drifted over to the table where the infamous Golden Trio sat and his eyes narrowed impossibly. He gathered his robes in his hands--likely so he wouldn't trip on the damned long things, thought Draco with an inward smirk--and swept down upon the table where the Weasel--Weasley!--thought Draco, complete with an eyeroll for effect--sat trembling in his seat.

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Granger. Where is your third counterpart? Is he simply too good to grace us with his presence today? Well? Speak up!" Snape was about an inch from each of their faces and Draco was glad he was not them just now. He had seen Snape angry. An angry Snape was not a force to be reckoned with. And Potter missing a class was surely going to put the Professor in a rage.

Draco was right.

"Since Mr. Potter feels he is above every one of us here, and since you two cannot seem to control his behavior," here, Weasley and Granger became indignant and started protesting that Professor Snape could not honestly hold them accountable for their friend's actions in any way, a protest that was seemingly lost on Snape's furiously red ears; "Gryffindor should suffer a loss of, oh, say...twenty-five points. Each." Draco heard the collective groan and angry mutter that the Gryffindors on the other side of the room uttered. He smirked silently, until his thoughts were interrupted by Snape bearing down on his table, pointedly staring him in the eye. Draco gulped. This would not be good.

"And since you, Mr. Malfoy, were so good as to bring this...malady to my attention, surely you will not object to my sending you out to search for Mr. Potter, will you?" Snape said this with a dangerously silky smile on his face. Draco was inwardly jumping in excitement, but he knew it would not be good to show as much to his classmates--and much less to his Potions master and Head of House. Instead he schooled his face into a scowl of grudging agreement, as to be expected from the arch nemesis of one Harry Potter.

"Yes, sir." He murmured demurely, and slid out of his seat to slink to the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco was prepared to search the whole castle till his legs ached. He was prepared to have to dig deep into the tunnels and secret passageways of Hogwarts to find Har--Potter. He was prepared to have to nearly fling himself out of the highest window in the Astronomy Tower to get Potter to tell him his secrets--secrets he hadn't even known he had wanted to know about Harry--oh, fuck it. He was Harry. Not Potter. Not to Draco. Not anymore. He hadn't been for a long while, and try as he might to ignore that, the fact still remained that he dreamt about Harry at night. Every night since the middle of fifth year. And those dreams had taken a decidedly erotic turn at the beginning of sixth year, when he had noticed Harry's nice bum beneath those horrible baggy, stained jeans he insisted on wearing. Draco didn't know why Harry didn't just throw them away and purchase some nice, form-fitting ones that showed off that perfect arse of his. Draco mentally shrugged off that thought, and turned to the task at hand.

Draco had been prepared to search the whole castle till his legs ached. He was prepared to have to dig deep into the tunnels and secret passageways of Hogwarts to find Harry. He was prepared to have to nearly fling himself out of the highest window in the Astronomy Tower to get Harry to tell him his deepest secrets.

He wasn't prepared for the sight that assaulted his eyes just fifteen metres down the Potions corridor.

Harry. The boy was sitting hunched over against the rough stone wall on the opposite side of the Potions classroom, wedged into a corner, his slender form curling protectively around itself as if to ward off further harm. Draco's eyes narrowed and he gulped, his stomach clenching painfully at the pathetic sight before him. Someone had hurt his Harry. He vaguely wondered where in the hell that thought had come from, but he had no time to question it now.

Draco cautiously stepped forward, hesitant to alarm Harry, who seemed so edgy and unbalanced. He stopped as his feet connected with the tips of Harry's trainers, and he crouched down so he was eye-level with the other boy.

"Harry." His voice was soft and gentle, a simple caress that he hoped Harry heard for what it was--a friendly gesture. He didn't want to spoil things--not when he was so concerned for Harry. Not when he was feeling this way. Like he wanted to protect Harry from everything that was hurtful.

"Harry." He said again, tilting his head so he could peer at the side of Harry's face. Harry just turned inward, hiding his profile from Draco's view.

"Go 'way. Don't want..." Harry's voice sounded broken, and Draco's heart broke just a little bit more. He could hardly breathe for the pressure that seemed to bear down on his chest, smothering him in its intensity. What the hell is happening to me? Draco thought wildly. He tried to ignore it and doggedly persisted with his efforts.

"Harry, what happened? What's wrong? I--" Draco broke off abruptly as Harry's face snapped up, his bright emerald eyes smouldering and defiant in his hollow, sunken face. Tear tracks stole their way down the sun-kissed cheeks, and Draco sucked in a suddenly excruciating breath.

Harry was crying. Someone had made his Harry cry. Someone would pay.

Draco tried to ignore that...almost disturbing thought as well, and focused his attention on Harry. He had to make Harry feel better, he just knew, or he would never be whole. And Draco wanted so much to feel whole again.

"Please, Harry. Tell me what's wrong?" He tried again, taking deep breaths and hoping that Harry wouldn't bite his head off.

No such luck.

"What the hell do you want, Malfoy? Come here to gloat? Finally got the ammunition you wanted to ruin my reputation as the Golden Boy?" Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Harry beat him to it, his voice dripping with sarcastic venom.

"You can go now. You've got what you wanted. The resident hero blubbering like a baby for all the world to see." He let his head fall back with a heavy thud onto his knees, leaving Draco blinking, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Indignation burned in his chest, and he couldn't hold it in.

"I never wanted to gloat. I was...worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were all right." At that quiet admission, Harry's head snapped up once more and he looked incredulously at Draco as if he had grown three extra heads overnight. But Draco wasn't finished. He continued in a waspish voice reminiscent of his earlier days as a spoiled brat. But wait, Harry thought, he still is a spoiled brat.

"But I see now that you are perfectly fine. So I shall just carry myself off somewhere I'm wanted--or at least accepted." Draco tamped down the unexpected welling of hurt in his chest and rose from his position on his knees. He attempted to turn on his heel and flounce (yes, Draco Malfoy flounced--but only when he was really, really mad) out of the corridor and down to his rooms, Potions class be damned. But one thing was stopping him--a hesitant hand reached out to grasp at his ankle, and he froze in his spot. The hand was soft and warm, slightly calloused from work and rough handling of a broom--Quidditch, really! Get your mind out of the gutter!--and it felt oh, so wonderful on Draco's ankle. He swallowed, allowing his mind to wonder for a brief moment what those strong, sure hands would feel like caressing his pale, soft skin and following the light trail of hair down to his--Stop! Draco commanded his mind. It would not do to find himself in a perpetual state of arousal while he was trying to make his grand exit.

But somehow Draco didn't think he would be making that exit any time soon. Harry needed him. This realization brought an unfamiliar warm sensation to his stomach, spreading within and around his entire body until he felt as if he could scale the highest mountain. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? He was singing like a lark, talking absolute rubbish about scaling mountains and flying free as birds and what did any of this have to do with--

A small voice jolted him out of his reverie.

"Don't..." Harry was tugging on the leg of his trousers like a little boy, clearly apprehensive about asking but wanting him to stay just the same.

"Don't go. Please." Harry's voice was scratchy and it sounded as if he needed water. He probably did, after crying so much. His face looked as if it was rubbed raw with the sheer amount of tears that had tracked down his cheeks. Draco took one look at Harry's pathetic visage and bit his lip. He was a goner. He sighed indulgently and smiled briefly at the boy on the floor, whisking his wand from the sleeve of his robe and conjuring a glass of cool, refreshing water from nowhere. He held it out to Harry, bemusement curling his lip when Harry didn't take it.

"It's not poisoned," he remarked petulantly, and winced when he realized his voice was still so argumentative.

"I know. I can't...I can't..." Harry was clearly at a loss for words, and an embarrassed flush graced those beautiful cheeks. Draco worried his lip between his teeth, searching for the question his mind couldn't seem to form, when realization hit. He flushed as red as Harry, and knelt down once more beside the boy. Carefully he held the glass to Harry's lips, tipping it up slightly so Harry could drink the contents. When he'd had his fill Draco set the glass down and reached for Harry's hands. The boy shrank back against the wall, a frightened, wild, caged expression crossing his face and contorting it into a feral snarl.

Draco blinked at the sudden transformation, and he furrowed his eyebrows in bewilderment.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Harry. I just wanted to help." Though why he did was a mystery to both boys. And they both knew it. Harry asked it.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I think...." Draco didn't know what to say to that. He wracked his brain for a suitable answer to such a simple question that wouldn't leave him feeling (and looking, for that matter) like a complete buffoon. He couldn't come up with a single answer, so he settled for the truth. Maybe it would incite Harry's confidence sooner.

"I think about you. A lot. In fact, I am becoming rather...enamored by you. And--" Draco broke off as Harry shrank back from him once more. Well, so much for that plan.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean--I don't--" Draco floundered for words, wishing suddenly with all his heart that he could reach out and snatch back those words. They had somehow hurt Harry. He didn't know how, but he knew they had, and he didn't want to hurt Harry. He would rather die than hurt his Harry. His Harry. The word sounded strange even in his head.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it...the way it sounded." Harry's soft response to Draco's worried expression jerked Draco from his thoughts, and he smiled tentatively at the brunette on the floor, hoping that simple smile wouldn't frighten Harry away again. It didn't.

They sat together on the floor in silence for the next ten minutes, Draco waiting patiently for Harry to tell him what had happened to cause him this much grief, and Harry worriedly trying to decide if he could trust Draco enough to tell him what had happened to him. After much deliberation, Harry decided that he could trust Draco. After all, he had come to Harry first and besides, even if Draco did betray his trust and told somebody--or worse, the whole school--about Harry's...problem, Harry was the Golden Boy. It would be his word against Draco's. But oh, he hoped Draco wouldn't tell anybody. Harry hoped against hope that Draco could be trusted--that he would be Harry's knight in shining armor. Because that was what Harry needed at this moment. Someone to take care of him for once, instead of expecting him to save the whole world. Draco hadn't expected that from him. Somehow Draco saw beyond the concrete barriers that Harry erected and got to the little boy inside, hiding, vulnerable, waiting for someone to rescue him.

Waiting for Draco to rescue him.

"I was raped."

Draco's head whipped around at the unexpected words, and silver eyes opened wide to connect with equally wide emerald ones.

"You were--what?"

"Raped. I was raped." Harry gritted out between clenched teeth. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Draco was deliberately making it harder for Harry to say this, forcing him to repeat himself. Then he shook his head, trying to clear it. But maybe he just hadn't heard. Maybe he was just trying to clarify it. Maybe it shocked him as much as it shocked me. Oh, god. What if he thinks I'm disgusting? What if he doesn't want to be near me? I'm disgusting! Filthy! I let him touch me! I don't deserve--

Harry felt warm arms snake around his back, tugging him gently toward an equally warm body. Harry closed his eyes and gulped, trying to force the panic down. This was Draco. He wouldn't hurt Harry. Right? He wouldn't.

"Shh. There, there. Don't cry, Harry. I'm here. I won't let anybody hurt you." Draco's warm, rich baritone drifted over Harry's suddenly exhausted body, tired of having to muddle through the day acting as if nothing was bothering him. Trying to keep a convincing facade.

Draco felt Harry's body tense against him as he wrapped his arms around the trembling boy. He made sure to keep a light, even pressure around Harry's back, trying to reassure the boy of his intentions. He only wanted to hold Harry, to make him realize that Draco wouldn't hurt him. He would protect him. He whispered words into Harry's ear, willing the boy in his arms to calm down. Harry gulped and sighed against Draco's neck, causing Draco to nearly whimper in desire. Then he froze momentarily, terrified that Harry would feel his arousal against his body, and would think Draco wanted something from him. He didn't. (Well, maybe he did, but it wasn't like that! Not when Harry was so vulnerable. Never. He wouldn't take advantage of Harry and risk hurting him all over again.) He willed his arousal away, and began to rub small circles in the center of Harry's back, calming, soothing patterns that would relax the boy enough to stop trembling and hyperventilating.

Slowly Harry calmed down and began to slump exhaustedly against Draco's torso, allowing the arms encircling him to hold him upright, trusting Draco to keep him safe. Harry was surprised at how easily it was to trust Draco, a boy who had been his arch nemesis for so long, who had been so hell-bent on wreaking havoc in Harry's life. But Harry could. He knew it. Draco was his safe haven. His saving grace.

Harry raised his arms to Draco's chest, pulling them in so they rested just on Draco's torso. Draco, thinking Harry was pushing away from him, reluctantly released his hold on the boy. Harry whimpered in protest.

"Please, just..." Harry trailed off, too embarrassed to complete his request. But Draco instinctively knew just what Harry was asking for. He tightened his hold on Harry, resuming rubbing circles and patterns into Harry's back.

"Thank you." The voice was small and meek, and muffled by Draco's shirt. Harry breathed in the clean, spring scent of Draco, revelling in the safety he had found in the arms of such an unlikely person.

"No need to thank me, little one. You're safe here." Draco nuzzled his face in the unruly down of Harry's jet-black hair, dropping a tiny kiss onto Harry's scalp. Harry turned a quizzical face to Draco's, and the blonde had the grace to look slightly ashamed of his action.

"Sorry," he murmured, biting his lip. Harry blinked at him, strangely endeared by the small show of affection afforded by Draco. He shook his head slightly, smiling up at the blonde.

"Don't be. I liked it. Nobody's ever...done that before. It was kind of strange." He chuckled quietly. "But nice. Definitely nice."

"Good." Draco was grinning now. "Because I liked doing it."

Harry grinned, burrowing his head once more into Draco's chest. His smile faded away, however, when he contemplated his next words. He had to tell Draco about...about what had happened. He wanted to tell him. He just hoped that Draco would be as accepting of him when he realized what kind of a person Harry was. What he had let happen to him.

"Draco? Can I tell you what happened?" He asked in a tentative voice, willing Draco to say yes and at the same time hoping against all hope that he would say it didn't matter, that Draco wanted him despite anything he had done.

Draco smiled softly into Harry's hair, silently thanking the gods that Harry trusted him enough to confide in him. Finally. He just hoped he could live up to the standard Harry had no doubt set for him.

"You can tell me anything, Harry."

"I was raped. And I let him do it." Suddenly the words rushed out, Harry powerless to stop them. He wanted to just get it over with, and he hoped that once he did the hurt would stop. That Draco would hold him and tell him it was all right. That Draco would just--love him. The way he had thought S--he had loved him. Until he had done that to him.

Draco just made a noncommital noise, stroking Harry's back and nuzzling into his hair, letting the other boy get out everything. God knew he needed it. Draco just hoped Harry would let him be the one to pick up the pieces and fit them back together again. His heart broke just a little more when he heard the first sob escape Harry's mouth. He tightened his grip on the boy, trying as hard as he could to draw Harry into himself. To protect him from hurt. To be his everything.

God, how Draco longed to be Harry's everything. It didn't even matter any more how wrong it was, or how they didn't belong together. Nothing like that mattered any more. It was just Harry. And Draco knew that was right.

"I went to him for help, and I thought he would understand because he was the same way. I never knew..." Harry's voice was lost in the great, gulping sobs that were now wrenching their way from Harry's mouth, his chest heaving helplessly and his body contorting with the pain of loss and hurt held in for so long.

"And he told me it was okay. That I was normal. That I was perfect anyway. He told me everything I wanted to hear." Harry continued raggedly, the words forcing their way past invisible barriers.

"And then..." He stopped abruptly, as if he couldn't bear to go on, then forced himself to say the words. He had to.

"And then he...started telling me that I was a whore who was no good for anything but spreading my legs. I was a menace to the wizarding world, and Ron and Hermione would hate me when they found out what I was."

"What you were?" Draco echoed, honestly confused. There was nothing wrong with Harry, was there? He looked completely normal.

"Gay. I'm gay." The words were whispered, hardly heard above the sobs that continued to wrack Harry's thin body.

"Oh." Draco silently thanked the gods. Harry was gay! He liked boys! Maybe, just maybe, that meant Draco had a chance. Someday. Eventually. But for now all Draco would do was hold Harry close, and be here for him. Show him that Draco was good. That he would be good for Harry.

"Then...last night, I heard a noise right outside my bed, and I got up to see what it was. It was late, but I wasn't asleep. I couldn't--I was thinking too much about what he had said to me. And then I saw him, standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me. He was just...leering at me. And I didn't question why he was by my bed in the first place. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there, watching him watch me.

"He grabbed me by the wrists then, and pushed me back onto my bed. He was ripping my clothes off even as he put a silencing charm around the bed so my mates couldn't hear what was happening. He had me naked, and then he tied me to the bed with my own clothes. I couldn't move." Harry's voice was choked, and Draco clenched his fists into tight balls of hatred at the person who dared hurt Harry. His Harry. Nobody else's. No one else had the right to touch him.

"Then he took off his clothes, and he was so hard, and I was so scared. I got...hard." Harry's voice held a note of such self-deprecation that Draco caught his breath.

"Oh, baby. It's okay." He tried desperately to calm Harry, but to no avail.

Harry's next words were coming in a torrent now. "He laughed at me, telling me what a good little whore I was. That I was so pretty and hard and waiting for him. Wanting him. But I wasn't. I wasn't. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. He made me sick. But I was still hard. How could I be hard if I didn't want it? Oh, God, I'm so disgusting. I'm so dirty! Oh God!" Draco's shirt was completely soaked through, but he didn't care. His heart was breaking with every sob Harry made, every word Harry spoke.

"He...hurt me. He put...in me, and I--I came! And I just lay there, while he was...and then he...inside me. It was so humiliating. Gooey and dripping, and I felt so dirty. I came while I was being raped. And then he got off me, and untied me, and patted my head, told me what a good little whore I'd been. Then he left." Harry whispered these words, his self-loathing so pronounced that Draco gasped in pain.

Draco sat, stunned. He had not known. Harry...what had happened to Harry was terrible.

"It's not your fault." Draco said with sudden conviction. "You had no control over it. You came because it was a natural reaction. Your body was being stimulated, even if your mind was screaming for you to stop. It wasn't your fault. Never your fault." Draco drew back slightly and tipped Harry's head up with one hand. His face was red and raw from crying, and his nose was running. He had never looked more beautiful to Draco than in that moment. So raw and vulnerable, and so unbelievably Draco's. He dug a handkerchief out of the pocket of his robe and gently wiped Harry's nose and cheeks of the mess.

Harry sighed brokenly, his body still wracked with the occasional sobbing hiccup but his heart curiously lighter. Much lighter. Harry felt...free, somehow. And he knew it was because of Draco.

"You...saved me." Harry whispered, gazing steadily into Draco's eyes despite the fresh tears welling up in them. But this time they weren't tears of anguish. They were tears of...love. In this hour, this wonderful and terrible hour of confession, Harry had fallen in love with his saviour.

Draco tried to smile at him but the expression kept breaking apart. "I...what?" He asked softly. "All I did was listen to you. I didn't--" Harry cut him off, bringing a finger to Draco's lips to silence him.

"You did. You did everything. You gave me peace. And you accepted me. That's all I really needed." Harry bit his lip, seemingly uncertain of something.

"You don't...hate me? I mean, you don't think I'm dirty, or disgusting?" He was so earnest, and so afraid of the answer that Draco felt tears welling up in his own eyes.

"No. You're perfect. You are beautiful. And you are mine. Nobody else will touch you. Ever." Draco said fiercely. And he meant it.

Harry arched an eyebrow playfully. "Yours? I'm yours?" He grinned slightly. Draco flushed.

"Well, I mean..." He trailed off. What did he mean? He wanted Harry to be his, exclusively, but what if that wasn't what Harry wanted? He was afraid to ask, but it was the only thing he could do.

"I mean," Draco cleared his throat, "if you want to be, that is. If you'll have me. I know I've been a right prat, but give me the chance to make it up to you? I want to help you. I want to be with you.

"God damn it, I've been in love with you for the last year. And I didn't...I never thought I'd have the chance to tell you. But here I am, throwing myself at your feet. At your mercy. And it's up to you. Please, Harry. Give me a chance? I will protect you. I will try my hardest to make you happy. I just want you to be happy." Draco shut his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth together, wanting so desperately to cry. But he couldn't. That was Harry's right to cry, not his. He had to be strong. No matter what Harry's response would be. No matter if he ripped out Draco's heart with one careless word. No matter--

"Draco." Draco's eyes snapped open, the tender caress in Harry's voice making his heart speed up a bit faster and flutter in his chest like little wings, hope straining against his ribcage.

"I need you." Harry was tentative, his hand coming up to cup Draco's chin. "I don't know...how long it will take for me to...get over this. But I want you there. I want you to be the one to help me through all this. You've already helped me through so much just by listening to me. And by believing me. And telling me I was...beautiful anyway." Harry flushed, and he was so pretty that Draco leaned in...

Harry gasped. His eyes opened wide and he reared back in panic, his breath coming in fast, short, sharp jerks.

"Please," he moaned. "Don't. I can't...don't." Draco stopped abruptly, and anguish passed over his features. His face darkened with fury at himself for being so thoughtless. How could he have made a pass at Harry? He knew what Harry had been through.

"I am so sorry. I don't know what--oh, my God. I can't believe...Oh, Harry. Please, forgive me? I didn't think--" Harry, having calmed down, grasped Draco's face between his solid palms. He brought Draco's face down to meet his own, their foreheads touching in a very intimate way, effectively cutting off Draco's frenzied speech.

"I know. But I refuse to let him own me. He does not own me. I am not afraid of him." Harry whispered fiercely, his words punctuated by little squeezes to Draco's shoulders where Harry's fingers were holding him fast against the wall.

"Harry, he doesn't own you. Nobody owns you. You are Harry. A wonderful man. A man who has a right to do things for himself, for his own reasons. Nobody owns you, Harry. Nobody will ever own you. And if I have to wait until the end of time before you're ready to kiss me, I will. You are precious to me, Harry. So special. And I just want you to be comfortable. So we'll wait." Draco nodded decisively as if to punctuate that statement.

Harry smiled wryly. "What if...what if I don't want to wait?" Draco looked at Harry in surprise.

"Don't want to wait...?" He echoed. Harry nodded shyly, and leaned in ever so slightly. Draco held perfectly still, wanting Harry to make the first move, wanting to show Harry he was perfectly ready and willing to do whatever it took for Harry to be comfortable with him.

Harry closed the distance at long last, his lips connecting with Draco's so softly. Draco keened low in his throat. This was what he had been waiting for. It was perfect, this kiss, so much more perfect than he had ever dreamed it would be, for all its chasteness.

Harry opened his mouth over Draco's, his tongue shyly snaking out to probe gently at Draco's lips, seeking entrance and acceptance from the blonde. Draco gladly granted it, and waited as the sweet exploration of Harry's tongue over Draco's mouth began. Draco stroked Harry's tongue tentatively with his own, evoking a sweet explosion of stars behind both boys' eyes. The kiss grew bolder, and much more passionate. Draco let Harry take his time, let Harry make all the moves, only following each move Harry made after Harry made it. He would give Harry all the time he needed to become comfortable with him. Harry was worth it.

They reluctantly broke apart when they heard the vague shuffling and banging and scrape of chairs over stone, and they knew class must be ending. Harry leant over to place one more shy kiss on Draco's open mouth before the boys stood and moved apart completely, disentangling themselves from their tight embrace.

"Come to the Room of Requirement tonight?" Harry murmured softly, and Draco nodded, grinning. He leaned in once more to kiss Harry, jumping away from him just as the door flew open and students poured out.

Ron and Hermione spotted Harry straight away, and hurried over to him, shooting Draco venomous glares as they rushed past him.

"Harry, are you all right? Snape took seventy-five points from Gryffindor because you weren't in class today? Are you ill? Should you go to the hospital wing?" Hermione's words washed over Harry, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm all right. I was...not feeling well, that's all. I'm sorry about the house points, Hermione. I didn't mean to get us into trouble." Harry looked sheepish. Ron waved it away.

"No matter, mate. What say we go get some lunch? I'm starving!" Harry rolled his eyes. Ron was always hungry, no matter what time of day it was.

As the trio turned to leave, Harry glanced back and winked at Draco, who nodded back in a dignified manner, an almost-smile gracing his face.

He would see Harry later tonight. And his wish had come true after all. He finally had Harry. He was Harry's saving grace. And he would do everything he could to make Harry happy. Because Harry deserved it.

Yes, he did.

Draco turned toward his rooms, humming to himself along the way. He couldn't wait for tonight.

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A/N: Ok, lovies. There's the first of two parts in the Saving Grace series. :-D I'm rather pleased with the way this one turned out. It took me until 3:10 in the morning, and I have a final at 11 am, but it's all right. It was worth it. I promise, you will find out who the rapist is in the sequel, and both Draco and Harry have a little fun torturing him. OH! And there will be MAJOR sexiness in the sequel, as well. So be prepared. :-D I love writing sex scenes. They're so freakin' hot! Damn. There's a reason I don't write angst very often. It tuckers me out! :-D I'm so knackered, it's not even funny. And...yeah. So I'll leave you kiddies to it, then! Thank you so much for the support and for the reviews. You are all so sweet and supportive, and I really hope you enjoy my story. This one's for y'all, lovies.

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Saving Grace: Part II

So I have a brilliant new idea for my next story involving our favorite slash-heroes, Harry and Draco. :)Be forewarned, though, it does involve bits and pieces of rape, angst, fluff, and all the other types of Drarry that we love! :-D I'm so excited!

Oh, and it will be broken into 2 parts. So look for the first post really soon...hopefully by late tonight. :D If I can pull it off. *Crosses fingers*

Ok, lovies,

bye bye now.

...This one's off the top of my head. Let's see if I can spit it out by the end of my work shift, which ends at 9 pm tonight. Hm...I have a little less than 2 hours, so here goes...

THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH FICTION, WHICH INCLUDES SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN TWO OR MORE CHARACTERS OF THE SAME GENDER. HAVING SEX. TOGETHER. DEAL WITH IT. (I TOLD YOU I'D WARN YOU. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T.)


Category: The Harry Potter Universe
Title: Follow Me
Author: Oribia Blue
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5,387 Words
Genre: Smut/romance/angst/fluff
Warnings: Slash fiction... (A story about sexual relations between two male characters. Don't like, don't read.)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any characters spoken of within these lines. They all belong to JK Rowling...sadly. *Sniff, sniff* I am just borrowing them for the time being. Thanks, Jo!!! :-D
Notes: Reviews are very welcome... *so says the review...ahem...cookie monster*
Summary: Harry follows Draco through the halls at Hogwarts, and arrives at an unexpected surprise...


Follow Me

Hiding behind the pillar just under the staircase in the wide entry hall, Harry watched with narrowed eyes as Draco Malfoy slunk out of the Great Hall and down a dark path to the right toward the dungeons. Seeing Malfoy's pale blonde head disappear from his view, a knot of...something...formed in the pit of his stomach. He tamped it down hurriedly, dismissing it as a feeling of anger at the thought of Malfoy getting away with something slimy yet again, and quickly made up his mind to follow the little ferret. He waited until he was sure Malfoy was at a safe distance, then took off after Malfoy as fast as he dared, keeping to the shadows so as not to alert the other boy to his presence.



Draco shuffled his feet down the darkened corridor to the Slytherin common room, not particularly wanting to enter at the moment. His mind was spinning with so many thoughts, mostly pertaining to his sex life (or lack thereof), and he didn't want any of his housemates to happen upon him unsuspectingly while he was thinking these...lurid thoughts.

Draco was so absorbed in his mind that he didn't hear the soft thud of footsteps behind him right away. It took his jumbled brain a few moments to register the sounds, and he whipped around lightning-quick.

"Who's there?" Gray eyes narrowed in a pixie face, searching for the source of the intruding noise. Draco surveyed his surroundings, trying to pinpoint where he had heard the sound. A scent of something almost...familiar wafted toward his nostrils, and he sniffed the air with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Potter.

He knew Potter was around here somewhere; lurking in the shadows, most likely. Draco felt a very unfamiliar tug at his loins as he imagined Potter crouching behind a dust-covered statue, holding his breath and trying his hardest not to sneeze at all the debris his limited movements created in the air surrounding him.

Potter, standing slowly and moving deliberately toward Draco with a slow smirk adorning his perfect face.

Potter, his profile outlined in the wan glow of his wand at the illumination spell he had cast, biting his lip in anticipation.

Potter's breath ghosting over Draco's naked skin, because somehow his robes had been pulled off and were puddled on the floor at his feet.

Potter's eyes, jade and piercing, staring, straight into Draco's soul, drinking the life Draco gave willingly. Willingly?

Potter's lips, red and bitten and swollen and oh, so soft, descending slowly, agonizingly, to Draco's own petal-soft mouth, suddenly brutal, crushing, swallowing, raping the soft recesses between Draco's lips...

Draco moaned, lost in a reverie of passion and imagination that Potter's scent had crashed over him in a wave of desire. He slid down the stone wall, for he had indeed backed up against the wall in his passion-induced flurry, finding his robes suddenly too constricting. He shed them as fast as he could and, as an afterthought, his uniform shirt. Draco found he could breathe much better without all the heat of his clothing, and leaned his forehead against his arms, folding them around his knees and resting his naked back against the cool smoothness of the worn stone wall. Potter.



Harry shrank back against the wall as Malfoy whipped around, calling out "Who's there?" against the oppressive night.

He watched, hardly daring to breathe as Malfoy searched the corridor, seeming to peer into every corner and crevice of the hall with those sharp, metal-gray eyes that were the source of many a fantasy--er, malicious intent, really!--of Harry's.

Harry watched as Malfoy lifted his pointed little nose to the air and sniffed--sniffed?--delicately. He suddenly breathed in sharply, and Harry felt his heart jump in his throat as Malfoy whispered one word, his blood stopping cold in his veins: "Potter." He knew! Harry looked around frantically, wildly for an escape route, but it seemed every plausible escape was blocked, unless one counted the (absolutely insane) idea of walking blatantly up to Malfoy and saying, "I followed you here and now I would like to leave, thank you very much." Somehow Harry didn't think that would hold over too well. Especially as it now looked as if Malfoy was out for blood, as indicated by the very glazed look in his eye. Harry bit his lip forcefully, willing himself not to breathe too hard so as to alert Malfoy to his presence. The last thing he needed was for Malfoy to find him here, in the Slytherin dungeons, without a plausible explanation. He was edging his way toward the entrance to the main hall when he heard it.

A moan. From Malfoy's lips.

Harry stopped fully, his hearing trained expertly on the sounds emitting from Malfoy's mouth. Harry gulped, helpless to stop himself from listening shamelessly to that--exquisite--sound. It was...golden, and it was Malfoy's. Harry was riveted to the spot, afraid to move further away, afraid to turn back toward the sound. He felt a surge of emotion wash over him, and something quite pleasant...desire? Oh, god. He gulped. Since when did he feel anything other than complete and utter contempt for Dra--Malfoy? It was insane. He was insane.

He whirled around when he heard the whisper that darted from Malfoy's mouth.

"Potter."

Harry sucked in a breath swiftly, mortified as he realized that Dra--Malfoy!'s voice was doing horrifying--and, admittedly, very pleasing--things to the lower regions of his body. What the hell? Why was Malfoy saying his name? Wait. Harry's blood ran cold as he realized Malfoy must know he was lurking here. He cursed silently and turned on his heel to swiftly back out of the tunnel when a hand closed over the back of his robes and pulled him to a short stop. Into Malfoy's arms.



Draco paused as he whispered the word that was the object of his desires. What? He hadn't just said...Oh, shit. He had. Potter.

Draco felt a mortified flush creeping up his neck and covering the entirety of his face. He couldn't be having not-entirely-hateful...feelings for Ha--Potter, could he? No. It wasn't possible. It wasn't...Yes, it was. Draco was able to very skillfully lie to others, but he could never fool himself. No matter how hard he tried. His head snapped up as he heard a shuffle in the midst of his self-depricating reverie. Potter was turning away. Harry was leaving! Draco panicked, and lunged for the back of Harry's robes, grasping a handful and yanking the other boy back off his feet and into Draco's arms.



Harry blinked fast. He was sprawled haphazardly in the arms of another boy--of Malfoy! He didn't know what to think, except that it surely wasn't proper. This was Malfoy! Harry was supposed to hate him! And yet, there was a warm and fuzzy feeling skittering up his spine and into his brain, leaving him floating on a very misty cloud of swirls and pink cotton candy.

He determinedly, if reluctantly, started to push up from his prone position atop the blonde boy, but froze as he felt a strong, slender hand slide over his backside, effectively pinning him to Draco by the hips.

"Wh--what?" Harry breathed, eyes half lidded by a sudden upsurge of pure desire. That felt oh, so good, and Harry didn't ever want it to stop, oh, don't stop...

"Harry, I..." Draco seemed to struggle with the words in his mouth, half-forming on his lips and then, mouth drooping because they wouldn't slide from his tongue. Through the haze of drunken desire his brain seemed intent upon forming, Harry found that pouting expression Draco wore when he was frustrated about his lack of ability to do something so seemingly common strangely endearing. He knew he should feel at least mildly disgusted by the upwelling of...feelings? for Draco Malfoy, of all people! But he just couldn't bring himself to do so. All he felt was a strange sort of jerking feeling behind his navel, much like the feeling he got when he had to portkey somewhere. He wanted to stare at Draco all day, and--oh, the horrors!--he suddenly had a longing desire to map the contours of every inch of Draco's beautifully pale skin with his tongue and his lips and his teeth and his hands, and...his cock.

This shocking revelation made Harry's body rear back involuntarily at the very problematic images his mind was surrounding him in. Draco looked up at him from the floor with a vaguely hurt expression, and it was all Harry could do not to stand up and run fleeing from the dark corridor. He forced himself to take a deep breath, then turned to Draco in a helpless manner.

"Dra--Malfoy, I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but I don't want to play with you." He drew in another ragged breath as Draco's bottom lip started trembling for the briefest moment before he drew himself up to the fullest height he could being that he was sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the rough stone wall and his shirt unbuttoned unceremoniously, revealing that pale expanse of chest and just a hint of rose-pink nipple that had Harry sitting back on his heels, battling a raging erection in his pants.

"I am most certainly not playing any type of game with you, Potter. However, since you seemed to want to be near me so often today, what with your following me around all day, so I decided to help you out a bit." Draco was moving closer with every other word until he was standing nose-to-nose with Harry, the subtle rise and fall rhythm of his breathing forcing his and Harry's chests into contact: soft, worn cotton flannel against smooth, silky, creamy skin.

Harry couldn't help himself--he had to touch Draco's chest. And, in his own strange way, Draco had encouraged him to, right? So he did. Reaching out his long, blunt fingers, Harry finally felt warm, impossibly soft skin against his fingertips. He stared at his hands as they wandered over the exposed flesh as if with a will of their own, without his mind to consciously guide them. Harry marveled at the strange pull and give of another's living, breathing body beneath his strong, sure hands.

Looking up through hooded lids, Harry saw Draco's eyes closing as if of their own volition, him powerless to stop them. His head was thrown back in abandon, reveling in the pure sensation of another's hands on his body. Harry's hands on his body. Harry couldn't stop the bubble spring of emotions welling up inside of him at that view of Draco, so vulnerable and trusting of Harry in that moment. Harry wanted to take Draco in his arms, holding him to his chest, wanting to reassure the blonde that he would never let any harm come to him. That Harry would be his savior. This was the most powerful sensation Harry had ever experienced, and it scared and thrilled him at the same time. And it was for Draco Malfoy.

No. Just Draco. Harry's Draco.

Harry didn't know where this possessive nature had come from, but he knew that Draco was his, and his alone. Nobody else would ever again kiss those cherry red lips or touch that beautiful expanse of flesh that was Draco's chest or watch Draco's head fly back in utter pleasure as Harry was at that moment. Only Harry.

"Harry." Draco's voice was hoarse from desire, and he clutched at Harry's shoulders frantically. Harry, snapped out of his revelation, gazed down at the lovely creature in his arms with what could only be described as adoration.

"What?"

"Please." Harry didn't have to ask what Draco meant by that.

"Yes." He stood up carefully, dragging Draco with him so the boy was held more tightly within the circle of Harry's arms. Armed with his bundle of lovely boy and the directions to Draco's dorm room that had been gasped out wetly against his neck, Harry moved as stealthily as he could through the dungeons to the entrance to Draco's dorm.

"Shh. I don't want my mates to know we're here." Draco whispered raggedly as he spoke the password and Harry slipped through the crack in the wall to the room beyond. Draco pointed out his bed and Harry gently lay him down, scrambling onto the bed behind him as Draco quickly whisked the curtains closed and cast some very expert silencing and concealing charms.

When Harry raised a quizzical eyebrow, Draco shrugged.

"It's so my mates won't be able to see us when they poke their nosy little heads into my bed in the morning." Harry nodded, knowing all about nosy roommates. He quickly cleared his head of all thoughts pertaining to Ron, and gazed down at Draco. He bit his lip--they were finally in Draco's bed, with the entire night to themselves, and Harry was hesitating. What was wrong with him? He wanted this! He wanted Draco! Didn't he? But what if Draco didn't want him back? Or, worse, what if this was just a game to Draco, and Harry would wake up the next morning and realize that Draco had made him the laughingstock of the whole school? Harry's body tensed, and he couldn't stop images from flooding into his mind, images of his Ron and Hermione looking at him with disgust, of the whole school rising from their chairs in the Great Hall to mock him and his love for Draco.

Wait. Had he said love?



Draco was looking at him, puzzled by the pained expression on Harry's face.

"What's wrong?" He breathed against Harry's shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to the golden tanned skin covering the toned muscle there. He had felt Harry tense, and was momentarily afraid that Harry was going to leave before Draco had a chance to show him just how much he had wanted this. Had longed for Harry to scoop him up into his arms and cradle him close to his chest, to feel safe encircled in the warmth and protection Harry's arms provided. How he had longed for Harry to just love him the way he had loved Harry for so long.

When Harry was silent, Draco sighed against his shoulder and moved away just the tiniest bit to afford Harry some room to breathe.

"You don't have to. You can leave, you know. I won't hold you here against your will." Were the softly spoken words that emitted from Draco's lips. It was tearing him apart that Harry didn't want to be with him like he wanted to be with Harry, but he couldn't do much about that, now, could he? He turned his head away from Harry's gaze, unwilling to let him see the tears welling involuntarily in Draco's eyes.

Harry's mouth opened in shock. He hadn't expected Draco to say that...to let him go so freely, without even doing anything. Without gaining some sort of ammunition with which he could use to obliterate Harry's reputation. He was baffled by Draco's strange behavior.

"Wha--what?" He blinked as Draco slid over to the opposite side of the bed, buttoning his shirt back up with all the dignity he could muster. Harry was inexplicably upset to see that wealth of flesh covered up again. He wanted so much to lay Draco bare to his touch, to his exploring eyes and hands and mouth. This sudden need consumed Harry so that before he knew what he was doing, he had reached out to still the movements of Draco's hands as they were buttoning up the last button. Harry shook his head slightly, his emerald eyes fixed on Draco's silvery blue ones, and scooted up to Draco's side so his bent knees were touching Draco's thinly clad thighs. He slowly and deftly slid each button from its fastening, re-exposing the beautiful pale expanse to his eyes once again. His mind rushed with a certain euphoria as he undid the last button and slid the shirt off Draco's shoulders, ridding the other boy of the offending garment once and for all, discarding it at the foot of the bed.

Faced with a very naked Draco from the waist up had Harry very bothered, and very hard. He had a momentary lapse of thought, wondering what in the hell he was doing with Draco Malfoy, with a boy, for Merlin's sake! But he tamped it down as the sight of Draco brought him back to his reality...his hidden fantasy for so long, and he hadn't even known it!

Looking into Draco's hooded eyes, Harry wanted to kiss him. He wanted to take that luscious mouth beneath his and ravish it with everything he had. He longed to devour Draco's sweet cherry-red lips and plunder the wet, waiting mouth that was the undoing of Harry's every unconscious wet dream.

So he did.

Draco did not resist, instead laying back against the headboard and opening himself to Harry's sweet ministrations, loving the suckling sensation Harry produced when he pulled Draco's lower lip into his mouth and laved his utmost attention on the most tender spots of Draco's lip.

"Harry..." Draco breathed, unable to help himself from bucking into the raven-haired boy's hip when Harry licked at a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of Draco's tongue. Harry dragged his mouth away from Draco's and kissed down the pale curve of Draco's neck, smiling against his throat when Draco let loose a long, low moan to signify that he liked the attention.

Harry couldn't hold on much longer. He was so ready to come and he knew that Draco was just about there as well, if the wild buck against his thigh was any indication. Harry reluctantly abandoned his current activity of reducing Draco's neck to bits of mushy love bites and ran his hand down Draco's naked torso and hesitated just ever so slightly at the waistband of Draco's slacks. He sent a questioning look to Draco, who smiled tentatively and nodded slightly to show that he was okay with the progression.

Harry grinned then, and attacked the buttons of Draco's trousers with a voraciousness that he himself hadn't known he possessed.

"God, Draco. I--I want you. I want you s--so much, it hurts." He breathed raggedly into Draco's ear, trying to hold onto his rapidly diminishing control. He yanked Draco's trousers down his legs and off his body, and then scooted back to gaze rapturously at the brief-clad sex pointing ruthlessly at Harry's body, as if straining for Harry, begging for him, wanting him just as much as he wanted Draco. Harry was mesmerized by the tiny wet spot adorning the front of the white underwear, a spot of precome that revealed Draco's absolute adoration of Harry's ministrations to his body, and his utter unwillingness to let Harry leave him unfulfilled.

Harry bent at the waist, placing light, strategic kisses over Draco's chest and navel, hovering just above the leaking organ that Draco wanted so much for Harry to just touch, God damn it! He spurred his hips and gasped as Harry's hand brushed against the head, envoking every single nerve ending in his body. Draco groaned long and low, wanting at the same time to prolong the pleasure and for Harry to cover him with his hand, fisting his erection and ripping Draco's orgasm from his body. Harry slid even lower and carefully slipped Draco's underwear down his legs and exposing his erection in all its glory, bobbing up against Draco's stomach and slapping against Harry's hand in excitement. Harry giggled, looking up at Draco with half-lidded eyes and a goofy grin on his face. Draco arched his back at that look and almost came right then and there. Harry had no idea what he was doing to him with his innocent looks and smiles, Draco realized.

Harry stood up, divesting himself as hurriedly as he could of his clothing--he was too overdressed for the occasion, both he and Draco thought--with Draco helping (rather, hindering) him as best he could with kisses and pointed touches and carresses with his hands. Harry was giggling again by the time they had finished, but the moment his boxers hit the floor Draco had abruptly stopped tickling Harry and was staring at his beautiful, luscious body. Harry was built like a swimmer, with long lean limbs and a finely defined chest that Draco couldn't stop drooling over. He was...perfect. Like Draco always knew he'd be. And he was naked for Draco. For Draco. Draco smiled softly and drew Harry down to lay beside him, stroking the soft skin beneath his fingertips. He leaned in and kissed Harry softly, passionately, but sweetly, and Harry could feel the desperation underlying the urgent kiss. He felt his heart contract for this young blonde man, the man who had in the space of only a few hours--or had it been years?--had managed to capture Harry's heart wholly and completely.

Draco slipped his mouth over every inch of exposed skin that he could reach, worshipping Harry with his mouth. He slid down the bed, covering Harry's navel with light-lipped suctions before finally reaching his desired destination. He took Harry's erection in his mouth, moaning slightly at the sweet hot sensation of another's--Harry's--rigid flesh between his lips. He suckled carefully, almost coming at the high keening sounds emitting from Harry's sweet pink mouth. Harry twisted and groaned, fisting the silk sheets beneath his hands as Draco licked his erection from base to tip, sucking on the head for the barest of moments before he let it slip from his mouth with a resounding pop. Harry gasped at the lack of suction and hauled Draco up with his hands.

"Please...Draco--I need you..." Harry breathed, kissing Draco's jawline. Draco froze, looking deeply into Harry's eyes, trying to read his face. He hadn't asked what Draco thought he'd asked, had he? Draco didn't know what to do. He had never...Harry was asking him to...fuck him? Harry saw the questioning anguish in Draco's eyes, and laughed softly.

"Draco, it's all right. You won't hurt me. Please, I need you." Harry bucked into Draco's hand once again, and Draco felt his self-concentration shatter at that moment. He took a deep breath and shuddered, feeling Harry's breath ghost over his shoulder. He captured the brunette's lips beneath his own, ravishing his mouth with wild abandon. Draco reached down between them and cupped Harry's erection in his hand, squeezing it lustily and rolling the balls around in his palm before sliding his hand further south. He paused at Harry's perineum, ghosting his fingers over the sensitive patch of skin just there and listening to Harry hiss in pleasure. Draco suddenly felt a sense of euphoria over having made Harry feel so good, and he wanted Harry to feel more, to feel exactly what Draco could do to him. To feel exactly how much Draco loved him. He extended his fingers and stroked Harry's bum, slipping a finger between the crack of his globes to probe at the puckered entrance. He feathered his finger over that tight hole, and Harry pressed back in an attempt to push Draco's fingers into him. Draco didn't miss the hint and grinned, grasping his wand from the bedside table and directing it at his fingers to lubricate them. He quickly positioned them at Harry's entrance and pushed them into the other boy, taking great care not to hurt him. Harry gasped and squirmed at the odd sensation of fulfillment that Draco's fingers provided. Draco wiggled his fingers inside Harry and grinned when the boy let loose a quiet scream and dug his nails into Draco's back.

"Dra....ay...CO!" Harry whimpered as he felt Draco's fingers flex in his body, rubbing against that spot. "I can't...please, Draco. Inside me. Please." Harry was begging, and Draco thought it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He scrambled up beside Harry and grinned down at his lover before positioning himself so he was poised at Harry's entrance. Suddenly he felt himself wavering, unsure of himself or of Harry.

"Are...are you sure? I don't...I don't want to--hurt you." He gazed at Harry, trying to gauge his reaction to the somewhat...absurd question, considering Harry and Draco were enemies and most of the time, Draco did want to hurt Harry. Apparently Harry thought so as well, because he arched an eyebrow and scoffed.

"Well, it's a bit too late for that, isn't it?" Harry grinned, and swivelled his hips beneath Draco's. "It's all right. I want this. I want you." He bucked up and keened low in his throat to make sure Draco understood his intentions. Draco gave a short nod and proceeded to think no more about it as he leaned down to kiss Harry breathless. He inched forward and penetrated Harry, careful to keep himself still until he felt the muscles clenching around him spasmodically relax a few degrees, and then he kept his thrusts short and shallow.

Harry was moaning and writhing beneath him and Draco didn't think he could hold on for much longer like this. He gripped Harry's shoulders and thrust deeply and erratically as his body spasmed. He felt himself break, and the dam inside him ripped open. He felt Harry go limp as his own orgasm tore through his body. Draco was being carried higher and higher in a spiral toward a bright sky, and then...

Draco was winding down from his high when a movement beside him caught his eye. Harry was sitting up, biting his lip and looking absolutely worried as he tried to scoot himself off the bed to gather up his clothing. Draco furrowed his brow and reached out a hand, stopping Harry with a hand on his hip.

"Where..." He was horrified to find that his voice had cracked like a prepubescent teen. He licked his lips and tried again.

"Where are you going?" Draco had a momentary panic attack as he realized he didn't want Harry to leave. His first--ah, first...oh, fuck it!--His first time was supposed to be something special, and he didn't want Harry to go. He wanted to draw him back to the bed and wrap his arms around the boy, breathing in the unique scent that was Harry Potter, and bury his head in his lover's chest. He wanted Harry to...God, he wanted Harry to want him back.

Harry had turned to Draco with a pained expression on his face.

"Draco, I can't..." He sighed and his shoulders sagged, indicative of his defeat. "I can't do this anymore. We can't...be together. You...you're a Death Eater's son, and I...everybody I love dies. Draco, I don't want to be the cause of one more death." Harry's words were muffled through his hands, but Draco had heard them loudly and clearly. His heart soared. Harry had said he loved him! Him, Draco Malfoy! Draco shook his head, scooting so that he was pressed against Harry's back and his arms had encircled Harry's waist. He pressed his lips to Harry's neck, nuzzling against the soft skin there. Harry sighed softly and leaned back against Draco's body, drawing from the warmth and acceptance he felt there, and had longed for.

"Draco..." Harry breathed, turning around and capturing Draco's mouth with his. Their tongues danced, a timeless and very familiar mating ritual that made their blood sing together. Draco pulled back reluctantly and stroked his fingers through Harry's hair.

"I am a Death Eater's son. I know this, Harry." Draco tightened his grip on Harry's waist as he felt the other boy tense in his arms, and doggedly went on. "I also know that you and I are bitter rivals. But I know that what I feel for you, this...this wonderful and good feeling--I don't ever want this to go away. Harry, I think that I--" Harry cut him off with a hurried finger pressed to his lips. He didn't want to hear Draco say what he thought Draco was about to say. He couldn't bear it if another person he cared about--yes, he cared about Draco Malfoy--was lost to this pathetic excuse for a war.

"Please, Harry. Just stay. Tonight. I need you tonight. This was..." Draco thought he might as well confess everything to Harry, if he was already making a complete fool of himself by begging the boy to stay.
"This was my first time. I don't want to be alone right now. I want to be with you." Draco felt Harry stiffen yet again, and silently cursed himself. It had been the complete wrong thing to say. Harry had just begun to relax in his arms, and he had to go and fuck it all up again with that shit.

"What?" Harry's voice was low and dangerous. Draco whipped his head up from its position atop Harry's head. He hadn't realized he would make Harry angry with his little confession.

"What?" Harry asked again when his question wasn't answered the first time.

"I...Um...I didn't mean..." Draco stuttered, unable to say anything when Harry's gaze was penetrating him like that. He ducked his head, biting his lip and scratching absently at the back of his neck. He was so embarrassed. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. Harry wasn't supposed to know about this, and he certainly wasn't supposed to be angry. Draco suddenly wanted to get as far away from Harry Potter as he could.

"Draco." Unfortunately, before he could make a move to do so, Harry's voice stopped him. It held a questioning note, and Harry had scooted back so he could look directly at Draco.

"What do you mean, it was your first time?"

"Well, I just meant that...well..." Draco bit his lip and narrowed his eyes, steeling himself for the worst.

"That you are--were--a virgin? Is that it?" Harry's voice was no longer menacing, but soft and a little sad. Draco dropped his gaze, not wanting Harry to see the pink blush staining his cheeks. But Harry saw anyway, and he was strangely endeared to the young man before him, biting his lip worriedly and trying not to let his companion know how embarrassed he was by that single admission.

Harry tried to smile, the expression breaking apart on his face.

"I wish you had told me. I wouldn't have--"

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you! Harry, I didn't want you to stop! I was tired of waiting. I wanted..." Draco trailed off, his voice lowering significantly as he finished his sentence, "I wanted you to take me."

Harry's breath caught at the timid, heartfelt confession. He felt humbled and not a little bit afraid of what this would mean for his--for their relationship. Did Harry even want a relationship with Draco? It would mean arguments every day, and almost certain heartbreak when they had to separate. Because inevitably they would. They were on opposite sides of the war. Draco would never tamp down his pride long enough to admit that he didn't want to be on the Dark side. Or would he? He had admitted to wanting Harry to devirginise him, hadn't he? Maybe there was hope for him after all.

Harry grinned and turned to Draco, who gazed back at him with a confused expression on his pretty elfin face. Harry's heart clenched as he realized that he was, indeed, falling for this beautiful, light boy with such dark powers.

"I..." Harry began, then seemed to lose his nerve. Draco moved closer to him, nuzzling the delicate flesh of his lower neck and breathing low and soft on his dewey skin. Harry shuddered, and leaned into Draco's touch.

"I wanted to take you. I still do." He lifted Draco's chin in his hand, brushing his lips across the other boy's and smiling against his mouth. Draco did the same, and snaked his arms around Harry's waist, holding him as if he never wanted to let him go.

"Stay with me tonight?" He asked softly into Harry's ear. Harry nodded almost imperceptibly.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to."

...and I was so stoked! I woke up to it...it only hailed for about a minute, but it was REALLY REALLY hard, and the ground was completely white after that. Roomie and I are stoked, because we've never actually seen it hail before. so we stood at the window, awed at the sight. hehe--we're a bunch of geeks, i know. hey--I can do that: i've lived in cali my whole life. i'm allowed to gawk at hail and snow. hehe--they're unearthly creatures to us. So yeah--I have to go to the library today, and get some stuff for my 202 project. this is gonna be hell on earth, being at the library the WHOLE day today. I think i'm not gonna go there until like 1 or so...after i've eaten brunch, and cleaned myself up a bit. yep--that sounds like a solid plan. i like it.

and my roomie told me my alarm went off 4 times this morning, but i know it only went off twice because i got up at 11:17. it was set for 11, and at 6 minute intervals, do the math people!!! but she doesn't know i know that. oh well. let her think that. geez. it's nothing serious anyway. lol. i don't think. i appologized to her, and she seemed okay with it. i just hope she really was. she's pretty good at hiding her true feelings. oh well.

So yeah. i uploaded a pic to the LJ to use as my pic, but i really need a new one. I might do a couple of those EJW ones, because those are cute, and if i can find cute pictures maybe i'll be able to do it. :-D It's hard cropping them down to 100x100, though. it really is. hehe. and i really don't like my face on that. it's yucky. so maybe i'll just go and do that before i get ready for the library. so i'll talk to y'all later.

Peace out, bitches!
--Livvie

Your Kissing Purity Score: 54% Pure

For you, kissing isn't a casual thing Lip to lip action makes your heart sing

So that is my Kissing Purity Score. I thought it was really interesting...Considering the questions I was asked...I thought I was DIRTY!!! LOL.

So yeah...now that I've shared that tidbit of information with you, I'll get back to what I was doing. I'll have another post later tonight. :-D

Hey, all. So yeah--my J202 class is a bitch. We have so much shit to do that it's really killing me here...
and I don't know how to manage my time! Actually I do, and so it's not as big of a problem as I'm making it out to be...this class is all about time management. I think that's gonna become my mantra from here on out. *Breathe in, breathe out...* yeah.

So I slammed my finger in the door this morning when I got back from going to the bathroom, and it hurt like a bitch, as well. Everything's just bitchy right now. But it'll get better, i hope. I'm sure it will. Oh, and I'm feeling really angry with Nick because he's being a dick, only wanting to talk to me when he thinks he can talk to shawna at the time. i don't mind if he wants to talk to shawna, but don't fucking call me when she's the one you want to talk to. just fucking call her! DAMN! Is that too hard to ask? Obviously for him it is. But oh well. I'll get over it.

And...yeah...I'm having money issues again. all my fault, i'm sure. as most of life is. i've paid all my bills, and so i don't think that will be an issue. i just hope i calculated all my finances right. i really need to start keeping my checkbook balanced right. it is gonna come back to bite me in the ass someday. and i got pizza again tonight. i was supposed to be sharing with roomie, but she's kind of asleep (translation: STONED) at the moment. i feel kind of guilty for buying said pizza, because it cost money, but oh well. can't be helped now, so there's no point in feeling guilty for it, right? hehe... but i promise myself not to spend any more money until my next paycheck pans out and i can balance my checkbook right for once. hehe...

this cheesy bread is calling my name and if stef doesn't wake up any time soon it's gonna be gone, never mind that she wanted a piece. she said she wants to pay me back, but i don't feel a need to make her pay when she's only gonna have one or 2 slices of pizza in the first place. i ate most of it, so i should pay for it. right? right. i am so...ugh. that's what i feel like right now. i'm trying really hard to focus on school and forget about guys for the time being, because it does me no good to worry about guys when there's nothing to worry about in the first place.

OMG. My Shakespeare professor, Prof. Ben Saunders, is an absolute hunk. he's such a stud, it's unbelievable. i think i'm in love. lol just kidding. but he is hot. and he called me a squeaker in class earlier last week. (Week 2 in winter term.) We were talking about something, and he made the class laugh, and I hiccupped in the middle of it. hehe. it came out like a little squeek, and he turned to me and gave me this little quirked eyebrow look, and said to the class, "she's a squeaker, ain't she?" LOL! (he's british, as well, so in his accent it sounded kinda funny. ;) it helps the fantasy along that we were talking about sex at the time, too. haha! and we were discussing Freud in class on wednesday, (Yesterday) and he kept looking at me the WHOLE TIME we discussed "penis envy." And then he wrote this list on the board...I'll explain it because i'm feeling a little jumbled in my head right now.

so he wrote this list on the board, because we were talking about homosexuality and that it seems as if the main argument against homosexuality is that it doesn't lead to procreation. and he was saying how that's complete bogus because 99% of the sexual acts we as heterosexuals commit do not result in procreation, so we should be deemed unnatural as well. (Which i wholeheartedly agree with, by the way.) And he proceeded to list on the board something like this:

Natural Unnatural
insertion of penis into vagina oral sex
(With ejaculation) anal sex
genital-genital rubbing
kissing
etc...

I thought it was pretty enlightening. Hehe...But yeah...he was looking straight at me, and I found myself lost in this absolutely delicious daydream where we were in his office discussing causes and effects of Freud on Shakespeare's work, and vice versa, (you know, all to do with sex..that's my favorite topic, after all!) LOL. and all of a sudden he looks at me and takes my hand, kissing it sweetly. then he cocks his head and asks me if i would like to have dinner with him to further our "discussion." I accept graciously, and he suggests tonight. so yeah...I'll have to save the rest of the fantasy for later, because I'm running out of time to write this. Because I should really go to bed; i have an 11 o'clock class tomorrow morning. hehe...i'm not going to bed just yet though. too much to write about still.

gilly and i are going to write a book. well, it's gonna be based on her life with so many guys, and we have to find a plot in it somewhere so that our readers will find it appealing. but we think it'll take off. she was telling me just earlier today about how she and her current boyfriend had sex all over the house! In the hallway, on the stairs, on the coffee table, in hallway 2, on the couch (twice!), in the bedroom (twice again!) ALL JUST TODAY!!!!!! Damn, does this girl have stamina. I strive to be just like her in my own sexcapades. hehe. you think i'm kidding? just try me!!!

OMG, i want to have sex with elijah wood. he's such a fucking god. he may be small, but he's absolutely gorgeous and amazing and mmmm. i am so horny right now, it's ridiculous. hehe. ok--maybe i should edit that part out...or then again, maybe not. i don't really care. if people don't want to see that, they don't have to read it, right? right. (there i go again, answering my own questions. so i think it's time for me to head to bed now.) I had a long day at work today, and yeah. Rick (boss) scolded me for having a book at the front desk earlier today when there was so much to do. but it's okay because he knows i didn't even crack it open, because i was in the back most of the time, checking books in and putting summit items on the shelf. so it was okay. he was joking mostly. but i still felt kinda bad. but not for long. because my mind was on sushi!!! I am craving sushi, and i can't get over it! i might get it next week. because i don't want to spend any more money this week. i have to spend my points anyway, at hamilton. ooh. string cheese. i think we should have a sushi stand at the hamilton hall, because so many people like sushi, and it's kinda unfair that they all have to pay for it. geez! hehe. or maybe not. i don't know. i just like it. yummy...i can't get it out of my head! Ok...i really have to go to bed now. because i'm making a lot of typing errors that i have to retype over again. and that's just not good form. hehe. ok...

G'nite, y'all!

Peace out,
Livvie