- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
- Genres:
- Slash Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
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Published: 09/07/2003Updated: 09/07/2003Words: 951Chapters: 1Hits: 924
Insatiable
Draco's Princess
- Story Summary:
- Harry and Draco have are in love with each other. When they find out the truth about one another, they do everything in their power to stay together... even under the rising shadows of hatred on the horizon.
Chapter 01
- Posted:
- 09/07/2003
- Hits:
- 924
- Author's Note:
- I would like to thank all of my readers and especially REVIEWERS! **hint hint**
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The two lovers were captivated in an immensely passionate kiss, oblivious to everything around them. Harry broke the kiss to look into his lover in the eye. "Say you'll stay with me tonight..." he pleaded.
His flaxen-haired angel simply smiled and said, "Someday we can be together." They shared one last spellbinding kiss before the object of his idolatry disappeared, leaving the green-eyed wizard alone and broken.
~*~
The young sorcerer's eyes shot open. He sat up slowly and rested his head on his palms. Each night this dream came along, disrupting his fragile slumber... and every night, he woke up hoping that somehow they could be together. He knew, though, that dream could never come true.
And wasn't it ironic, that the one person that he wanted was none other than the archimage who was so cruel to him...
~
Hermione knew that something was up with Harry. They had seen each other a few times during these past few summer months and each time he seemed more and more melancholy. She pulled her lips into a tight smirk. It had to do with his crush; that was for certain. Harry had shown signs of longing for him for years... since fifth year if her memory served correctly...
...and she alone knew who it was.
It's not as if it was so difficult to figure out. Aside from being highly gifted with seeing the obvious, her black-haired friend was constantly gazing at Draco when he thought no one was looking. As a matter of fact, the platinum-blond had been doing the same thing. Hermione had caught him on more that one occasion, especially in Potions. There was, after all, only so many times one can look at a person's ingredient list to prove that the you are wrong before you get suspicious, and that was what Malfoy had been doing to Harry for close to three years now.
The brunette thought it was all rather cute, but she would never tell anyone. Not only would they deny it, but no one would accept it; their reputations would be ruined. Hermione couldn't do that to them. She would, of course, support them should they ever get together. Her main concern was how Harry would react if they should break up. She knew that he would not just bounce back as he had done when he and Cho broke up...
She sighed to herself. Harry could never find out that she knew. He would never speak to her again...
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Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy sat alone in his castle... longing for the one and only person he truly cared about...
Though he hardly seemed the type to lose sleep over someone else, that was exactly what was happening. Of all the people at Hogwarts that he could have fallen for, even the Mudbloods would have been better than this... for that matter, even *Granger* would have been preferable compared to who his heart chose.
Nevertheless, he would give up anything to have his would-be lover with him. He shivered. In the mountains where the blue-eyed mage lived, even in the summer months, it was always cold. A devilish smirk played across his face. He could think of a thing or two to keep warm on such a glacial night, though he knew that he could have the object of his passion only in his dreams.
~*~
The two wizards were walking hand-in-hand through a grassy field that seemed completely limitless. The blonde stopped in his tracks, Harry stopping as well when he felt the tug of his hand. Draco embraced the handsome young mage to his left firmly.
"I love you," Harry whispered to his lover. Draco gently pressed his lips to Harry's, captivating them both. To his great surprise, Draco found his lover sliding his tongue into his mouth, their tongues swirling and caressing the other's. Their tender kiss swiftly turned into a passionate one.
Harry broke the kiss and pleaded with him, "Say you'll stay with me tonight..."
Draco smiled at him and whispered back to him, "Someday we can be together." They kissed one another one last time before the blue eyed mage was cast away into oblivion...
~*~
Draco's eyes fluttered as he awoke; tears were flowing freely from his oceanic eyes. "I wish all of my heart that we could be together, my love. I know it isn't possible; how could it be? I have been so acidic to you since the day we met... but it was just to hide my true feelings..."
He had a very sharp feeling that someone knew. He couldn't be sure, of course, but if he was right, Granger had known for quite some time. Two years (going on three) to be exact. She had caught him staring 'off into space' and 'proving Harry's potions wrong' more than once... all, as the fates would have it, just *coincidentally* off in Harry's direction. Imagine that. Now, in his seventh year, Malfoy was facing the very real possibility of never seeing his true love again. If he had the option, he would risk the shame of the world and losing all of his friends for this terrible ache in his heart to stop. How he longed for his 'enemy' to be his... and it was a commonly known fact that Malfoys always got what they wanted...
~~Two Weeks Later... on the Hogwarts Express~~
Harry, Ron and Hermione ware sitting together in the creme colored compartment at the back of the train. Harry tried to pay attention to his two friends idle conversation, but all he could think about was Draco. "So, Harry, what classes did you decide to take?" Ron asked.
"Harry?... Harry?!"
"Harry, wha--" Ron started to ask him; that is, until the compartment door opened and revealed Harry's 'arch nemesis.'
"Hey, Potter," Malfoy said and, if Harry wasn't mistaken, there was an almost warm tone to his voice. "I need to talk to you; it's important." Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled his crush into the next compartment gently and locked the door behind them.
"What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound angry while his heart was playing jump rope in his chest.
Draco pulled his lips into what seemed to be almost a smile. "I just wanted to ask you something. But be perfectly honest, all right?"
"Sure... what's the question?"
"Uhh... heh. I wanted to ask you what you think of me. How do you really feel? Do you hate me?" With that last line, that beautiful face of his fell slightly... but enough for Harry to take notice of it.
'I think you are the most gorgeous and mysterious creature to walk this Earth. I'd give my right arm just for you to love me for an hour,' Harry thought. His face turned four shades of red before deciding on a light pink as he thought that. Malfoy was silent for a moment, his face also red, making Harry think that he had actually said that.
"Oi, Potter, answer the qu-question," his voice faltered.
"... I think you are a horrid demon child...?" he answered in the form of a question.
Draco smirked. Harry was so hot when he was nervous! ...And he was lying; that was the best part. He reached up and quickly stroked the green eyed Gryffindor's hair. "You can't lie very well, can you?" Harry looked at him strangely. "No, I suppose not." With that comment, Draco moved closer to him; their faces only inches from heaven. "So, then, Potter... tell me how you *really* feel," he said in a softer voice than usual.
"I... well, to be perfectly honest, Malfoy I--" A sharp pounding at the door forced them apart.
"POTTER! MR. MALFOY! We have been waiting for you two for TEN MINUTES! LET'S GO!" McGonagall called, quite obviously angry with them.
Their eyes met for a moment before the two swiftly turned away from each other. "Well, go on then, Potter," Malfoy said. If Harry wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Are you okay Dra--" He was cut off by Malfoy before he could even do the *unthinkable*: call him by his first name.
"Go AWAY, Potter!"
Oblivious to the strange looks from his classmates as he walked out of the train, he continued on. As he got into the carriage to take him into the castle, Harry looked back and saw Malfoy walking alone in the rain; he has missed the carriages! Curiously, Harry, without thinking, jumped out from his own and walked back toward him.
"Dra-- uhh... Malfoy!" The platinum blond looked up at him with a fleeting glimpse of hope, then sorrow, pain, and agony, finally deciding on what Harry guessed was an air of anger.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, scar head?!" he asked furiously. Without thinking, he added, "You are gonna get sick! ..uhh.. Not that I care, of course."
Harry ran up to him and wrapped his cape around him. "I didn't know you cared! But, *you* have no room to talk. Why didn't you catch one of the carriages?"
Malfoy unconsciously clung tightly to the cape and replied, "First off, I don't care. Second, I felt like walking. ALONE! Why did you insist on coming out to play the 'almighty hero' again?"
This made Harry quite angry. "I did *not* come back to play the hero. I came back because I... because I..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
"Because you what?" he asked curiously. Draco had to know if his love cared about him too.
"Because I... umm... becauseIloveyou." he finished quickly in a whisper.
"I didn't quite catch that, Potter. If you have any intention of me knowing, you'll have to speak up and a bit slower," the blond answered honestly.
"I... Draco, I--"
"Hold up a second!" he said, completely surprised. "You just called me by my first name!"
Harry blushed even redder, "Yeah, I guess I did. Is that a problem?"
"...No."
"I, well... you might find this... uhh.. never mind! I have to go," he said, running away as quickly as possible.
Harry arrived in the Great Hall approximately twenty minutes late. He had missed the Sorting... again. Quickly, he took his usual seat next to Hermione and Ron. "Why are you so late, Harry? Everyone said that they saw you jumping out of the carriage and walking back. Judging by the look of your robes, it's true, and where's your cape?" Hermione asked. His cape! He'd left it with Malfoy, who seemed to have decided to skip out of the feast.
"In any case, Harry... what did Malfoy want anyway?" she asked with a sly smile and a false air of ignorance to accompany it.
'...Oh, Gods...' he thought...
...She knew...