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bleedingangel84) wrote2009-08-22 09:02 am
bleedingangel84) wrote2009-08-22 09:02 am
Right There with You
Title: Right There With You
Author: bleedingangel84
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Harry has a nightmare. Draco is there to comfort him. Disclaimer: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling and related copyright holders. I am merely borrowing them. Don't sue.
Warnings: This is short, somewhat angsty fluff that deals with religious themes. There is also crude language in certain areas. I mean no offense to anyone.
Notes: This was my first completed attempt at Harry/Draco slash. I haven't worked up to explicit erotic material, but I hope to one day. Feedback/criticism is totally welcome. Enjoy! This is also at Adult Fan Fiction under my penname, vampirekisses. That's me, so this isn't stolen.
The morning sun was just beginning to make its way over the horizon as Harry woke. The muted light that filled the room seemed to fit his mood, more gray than bright. These nightmares had to stop, damn it. He couldn’t go on this way. He squirmed inwardly as he remembered last night’s horror.
“You are an unnatural freak!” Vernon Dursley’s voice had uttered. “I will not have such abominable behavior taking place under my roof. Get out! God will strike you down for your perverted desires, boy. Mark my words!”
Harry had woken up from the nightmare gratefully, feeling the reassuring arms of his lover pulling him close. It was nearly impossible to get those voices out of his head after one of those nightmares. Harry was grateful once again that Draco was always so patient with him. Looking over at his lover, Harry felt his heart melt. Draco was beautiful, all pale ivory skin and flawless platinum hair. Contemplating him, Harry could hardly resist touching him. Bending his head, Harry placed the lightest of kisses on his lover’s lips. Feeling more than hearing Draco’s moan, Harry fought the instinct to pull away. He almost felt as though his relatives were watching him over his shoulder. The thought made him want to screech in horror and hide.
Feeling Harry stiffen, Draco moved away from him carefully.
“What’s the matter, love?” he questioned, “Still thinking of your nightmare?”
He put his arms around Harry’s shoulders, looking deep into his troubled green eyes. Harry nodded, wearing a haunted expression. Draco sighed from deep in his chest, wishing he could throttle the Dursleys for making Harry feel like he was anything less than perfect.
“Baby, you know they were wrong, right? There is nothing evil about the two of us, and God is not going to strike you down because you prefer cock to pussy, ok? Honestly, I doubt he really cares all that much about it, so long as we love each other. I mean, after all, he is supposed to be all about love, right?”
He saw Harry try to smile as his worried expression lightened a bit.
“I hope you’re right, Dray, I hate to think I might be in trouble for eternity, just for who I love. There is no way I’m giving you up now, no matter what price I have to pay for it. I love you too much.”
Draco couldn’t stop the pleased smile that overtook his face at Harry’s declaration. “I love you too, Harry. And you should know by now that Malfoys are always right,” Draco asserted.
Snorting in disbelief, Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
“Dray, you are unbelievable, do you know that? Move over, I want to snuggle.”
Draco complied and was pleased to feel Harry relax against the warmth of his body.
“You feel better now?” Draco asked.
“Mmm…yeah, thanks to you,” Harry answered. “Hell just seems too far away from here when we’re together.”
Harry felt Draco’s arms tighten around him.
“Even if Hell was real, and this was wrong, it wouldn’t matter, because I’d be right there with you,” Draco whispered.
With a contented smile, Harry cuddled closer and drifted back to sleep.
Author: bleedingangel84
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Harry has a nightmare. Draco is there to comfort him. Disclaimer: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling and related copyright holders. I am merely borrowing them. Don't sue.
Warnings: This is short, somewhat angsty fluff that deals with religious themes. There is also crude language in certain areas. I mean no offense to anyone.
Notes: This was my first completed attempt at Harry/Draco slash. I haven't worked up to explicit erotic material, but I hope to one day. Feedback/criticism is totally welcome. Enjoy! This is also at Adult Fan Fiction under my penname, vampirekisses. That's me, so this isn't stolen.
The morning sun was just beginning to make its way over the horizon as Harry woke. The muted light that filled the room seemed to fit his mood, more gray than bright. These nightmares had to stop, damn it. He couldn’t go on this way. He squirmed inwardly as he remembered last night’s horror.
“You are an unnatural freak!” Vernon Dursley’s voice had uttered. “I will not have such abominable behavior taking place under my roof. Get out! God will strike you down for your perverted desires, boy. Mark my words!”
Harry had woken up from the nightmare gratefully, feeling the reassuring arms of his lover pulling him close. It was nearly impossible to get those voices out of his head after one of those nightmares. Harry was grateful once again that Draco was always so patient with him. Looking over at his lover, Harry felt his heart melt. Draco was beautiful, all pale ivory skin and flawless platinum hair. Contemplating him, Harry could hardly resist touching him. Bending his head, Harry placed the lightest of kisses on his lover’s lips. Feeling more than hearing Draco’s moan, Harry fought the instinct to pull away. He almost felt as though his relatives were watching him over his shoulder. The thought made him want to screech in horror and hide.
Feeling Harry stiffen, Draco moved away from him carefully.
“What’s the matter, love?” he questioned, “Still thinking of your nightmare?”
He put his arms around Harry’s shoulders, looking deep into his troubled green eyes. Harry nodded, wearing a haunted expression. Draco sighed from deep in his chest, wishing he could throttle the Dursleys for making Harry feel like he was anything less than perfect.
“Baby, you know they were wrong, right? There is nothing evil about the two of us, and God is not going to strike you down because you prefer cock to pussy, ok? Honestly, I doubt he really cares all that much about it, so long as we love each other. I mean, after all, he is supposed to be all about love, right?”
He saw Harry try to smile as his worried expression lightened a bit.
“I hope you’re right, Dray, I hate to think I might be in trouble for eternity, just for who I love. There is no way I’m giving you up now, no matter what price I have to pay for it. I love you too much.”
Draco couldn’t stop the pleased smile that overtook his face at Harry’s declaration. “I love you too, Harry. And you should know by now that Malfoys are always right,” Draco asserted.
Snorting in disbelief, Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
“Dray, you are unbelievable, do you know that? Move over, I want to snuggle.”
Draco complied and was pleased to feel Harry relax against the warmth of his body.
“You feel better now?” Draco asked.
“Mmm…yeah, thanks to you,” Harry answered. “Hell just seems too far away from here when we’re together.”
Harry felt Draco’s arms tighten around him.
“Even if Hell was real, and this was wrong, it wouldn’t matter, because I’d be right there with you,” Draco whispered.
With a contented smile, Harry cuddled closer and drifted back to sleep.