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[HP] And I'm on my knees looking for the answer (Chapter Four)
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta leliwen
fandom: Harry Potter
characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title existed before writing the fanfic, "is from" Human "by The Killers.
chapter list: [1] [2] [3]
Ginny would like to see the sun went down so quickly in winter, would be able to see well at all times, would not be able to using surrogates. Pour water and swallow a sip out of her mouth for the taste of dinner.
"Do you want more, Harry?"
He asks to dampen down the silence for some time. He is sitting in front of her, her plate is still half full, there is a split of candles laid on the table, their light casts shadows on their faces.
The only answer he receives is the sound of the fork of the guy who tinkles against the ceramic plate.
He gets up, then, to take the baton and begin to clear up, but Harry stops her.
"I have to say something," the sound comes out the bottom, as if he did not speak for days, as if he would return to talk right now.
Ginny would like it to be already night, to sleep, to wait until tomorrow. It fits a lock of hair behind an ear while you live, but regrets doing it because now her face is exposed and Harry can see every change. Start playing with the wax of a candle.
"I saw Draco more than a month ago, we met a few times," Ginny withdraws his fingers from the wax, maybe it was burned. He raises his face toward him, her green eyes shining with the light, but the rest of the face is tense, sad, almost resigned, "Malfoy?", No one had ever heard call it by its proper name, maybe he did not they have not even realized.
"Yes, he seems willing to say more, but lowers his face, runs his hand on the nape, the hair short.
"It 'was closer to him," puts his arms on the table and lifts up his eyes, "we met by chance at the Ministry, has started to talk to me and I, "swallow, his eyes are large and concentrated as if he himself were to hear for the first time that story and did not want to miss a word.
" I do not know what I have got, really, "the his hands gesturing in the air, "I had to do, I understand."
"I had made him the pacifier?" words are already known in the mind of Ginny, already pronounced in different situations with different people, he imagined so many Sometimes that moment that now does not know what to do, it feels slippery, but does not have the strength to seek handholds.
Harry sighed, not expecting it, "yeah, it was him, but for fun," Ginny stood up and the chair falls back on which she sat, his eyes are filled with tears while the screams of being a bastard.
run run to their bedroom, hoping to forget, hoping that what is going to be just another nightmare, he opens the suitcase and fills it with the first things the captain, his eyes are clouded, the tears away with the back of hands, but returned almost immediately.
Her boyfriend is on the door, keeps repeating phrases trying to make it calm, keep her, but she does not hear him, pull up the nose, try to imagine themselves immersed in a tub with warm water, beautiful, quiet, but awareness of what makes Harry loves sob even more. The addresses
last look before you throw in the fireplace and fly very in flames after murmuring 'lair'.
*
"I thought it was up to the task of beating one of his brothers," Mrs. Weasley Harry sets without knowing what to expect, it seems a bit 'shaken, but his hand goes up to accarezzagli cheek.
"Harry, no one wants to hurt you," settled back on the couch in the blue room where he lived until a few days ago her daughter, "maybe just a little 'Ron."
Potter puffs, but his face darken again soon, "I'm so sorry, I did not want to hurt Ginny, I've tried, we tried both," her pain is so strong that Molly can not keep from him a pat on the arm, with love.
"I know, dear, we all know, you'll understand that even Ginny, is a smart girl."
Harry fails to grasp the reason for the presence of Mrs. Weasley, he expected a visit, with all that had happened, but he expected anger, not understanding. He looks hesitant - not at all sorry for his visit - but does not answer, he would come to understand what everyone seems to know. The
looks like it was forbidden to do for some time, the war had changed a lot, and you have not noticed by only a few, deep furrows that marked some points of the face, but the way in all his actions seemed muted, her scolding not have the same effect of a time, his smiles were shorter and less wide, as if it is hard to stay happy, as if there was a rope tightly around her, to remember them at all times that if you get too far away would be choked, that if he tried to escape it would not disappear from reality anyway.
Harry did not want to accumulate more pain on the shoulders of the only woman I've ever tried to be his mother since he was sent to the Dursleys, but he knows that it was inevitable. The brings up a cup of tea and a tray of pastries, which lies on the glass table positioned in front of them.
While Harry grabs a biscuit beginning to nibble, Molly starts to speak, he does it with downcast eyes, with his hands were trembling slightly as they play with the fabric of her dress, "I realized one thing from the war, my dear, and you should have learned it too," when he looked up on the boy known as his eyes are filled with Invisible Tears, "is always too late, Harry. so I wanted to say to Fred that I loved him instead of continuing to scold him, but he was so young and no mother can think of the death of her child, even during a war. C ' is always hope, always, "a tear along the face and you go to deposit at the end of his cheek, Harry goes over to comfort her, but she stops him," you must not do it too, please. Do not let all flow upon you, not let fear of hurting you again stop you from being happy. I am old now, but you must continue to live. "
Potter would be able to undo this knot in my throat that was formed suddenly, to say something to comfort her, for they can not promise that caused the unhappiness of his daughter unnecessarily, but when he heard Molly's arms wrap and stick to his sweater, the only thing it does is tighten it as hard as he can.
*
Draco knows what they're doing is not very bright, but has made of the wrong things and this is not considered one of the worst. Prior to manifest its presence in the note that reads Potter received less than an hour before, breathing, thinking that will never be worse than it already gone.
"Hello Draco," is surprised to be called so, as if Harry really was not speaking with him, but with another person.
"Why did you call me?" says avoiding dwell sull'accenno of beard on Potter or read that dark circles around the eyes.
"I wanted to see you."
"Why did you call me?" repeats and notice the rosy cheeks of the other gradually increase, approaching him to be able to fix the green irises.
"Ginny is gone," he confesses at the end and Draco can not decide whether to laugh or to punch the Gryffindor.
"Again, why did you call me?" flinch when she sees Harry, all the rage at the absence of that explosion preventing month to keep the peace had until then, grabs him by the shirt before saying drawled "you wanted to have sex with me, is not it? Now that the lentil is gone you needed someone to vent your instincts? Fuck, I'm not a whore. " She heads for the exit as quickly as possible, ignoring the protests of Potter; feels itchy fingers and throws a punch before he left the door frame.
Harry stops for a moment, incredulous, then spend five minutes each to split contents of that room.
*
"You have a combined mess," Ginny is sitting on an old rocking chair brought home one day as Arthur, in love with this new contraption Muggle. His body is wrapped in an old blanket with floral motifs, in the hands a cup of tea.
His voice is cheerful, almost playful, as if in that mess there was well over her, Harry, however, knows that reality is very different: her eyes red certainly fail to act well her part.
"Sorry," and the boy does not know how many times have you uttered those two words in recent days, probably not enough.
Ginny does not respond, only to sip his drink, they both know that forgiveness does not flow from the sentences it will take time and effort.
"I think you should try it," supports the sole of one foot on the ground, in order to sway slightly, "with Malfoy, I mean."
Potter has the decency not to contradict her, the girl realizes that the effort is enormous and can also understand why it is saying those things: he wants at least part of his suffering was helped, because she still loves him so much who is content to see him happy.
"He sent me to fuck it, I do not know how much he wanted to try ", his lips curling into a grin, did not really want to talk about his ex-girlfriend with Draco and hopes that she give up.
"Surely you've earned it," makes a tongue and Harry laughs happy after who knows how long because that gesture back to the early days, when they were carefree and in love. He feels that the tension between them is slipping away, although I still try to remain attached in any way.
"Surely, now that Voldemort is dead the role of law bad for me," she stops suddenly realizing that maybe are not as ready to afford to play that way and expect some negative reaction on his part but Ginny's smile never seems to want to leave his lips.
"You're lucky, Potter, Ron is not at home, waiting to see when you discover that you have betrayed her sweet sister with that son of a bitch Malfoy. "
They look for a second, staring into his eyes, then begin to laugh imagining the scene, Harry with a little 'fear, Ginny with tears that would uscirle impertinent.
* **
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta
leliwen fandom: Harry Potter
characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title existed before writing the fanfic, "is from" Human "by The Killers.
chapter list: [1] [2] [3]
Ginny would like to see the sun went down so quickly in winter, would be able to see well at all times, would not be able to using surrogates. Pour water and swallow a sip out of her mouth for the taste of dinner.
"Do you want more, Harry?"
He asks to dampen down the silence for some time. He is sitting in front of her, her plate is still half full, there is a split of candles laid on the table, their light casts shadows on their faces.
The only answer he receives is the sound of the fork of the guy who tinkles against the ceramic plate.
He gets up, then, to take the baton and begin to clear up, but Harry stops her.
"I have to say something," the sound comes out the bottom, as if he did not speak for days, as if he would return to talk right now.
Ginny would like it to be already night, to sleep, to wait until tomorrow. It fits a lock of hair behind an ear while you live, but regrets doing it because now her face is exposed and Harry can see every change. Start playing with the wax of a candle.
"I saw Draco more than a month ago, we met a few times," Ginny withdraws his fingers from the wax, maybe it was burned. He raises his face toward him, her green eyes shining with the light, but the rest of the face is tense, sad, almost resigned, "Malfoy?", No one had ever heard call it by its proper name, maybe he did not they have not even realized.
"Yes, he seems willing to say more, but lowers his face, runs his hand on the nape, the hair short.
"It 'was closer to him," puts his arms on the table and lifts up his eyes, "we met by chance at the Ministry, has started to talk to me and I, "swallow, his eyes are large and concentrated as if he himself were to hear for the first time that story and did not want to miss a word.
" I do not know what I have got, really, "the his hands gesturing in the air, "I had to do, I understand."
"I had made him the pacifier?" words are already known in the mind of Ginny, already pronounced in different situations with different people, he imagined so many Sometimes that moment that now does not know what to do, it feels slippery, but does not have the strength to seek handholds.
Harry sighed, not expecting it, "yeah, it was him, but for fun," Ginny stood up and the chair falls back on which she sat, his eyes are filled with tears while the screams of being a bastard.
run run to their bedroom, hoping to forget, hoping that what is going to be just another nightmare, he opens the suitcase and fills it with the first things the captain, his eyes are clouded, the tears away with the back of hands, but returned almost immediately.
Her boyfriend is on the door, keeps repeating phrases trying to make it calm, keep her, but she does not hear him, pull up the nose, try to imagine themselves immersed in a tub with warm water, beautiful, quiet, but awareness of what makes Harry loves sob even more. The addresses
last look before you throw in the fireplace and fly very in flames after murmuring 'lair'.
"I thought it was up to the task of beating one of his brothers," Mrs. Weasley Harry sets without knowing what to expect, it seems a bit 'shaken, but his hand goes up to accarezzagli cheek.
"Harry, no one wants to hurt you," settled back on the couch in the blue room where he lived until a few days ago her daughter, "maybe just a little 'Ron."
Potter puffs, but his face darken again soon, "I'm so sorry, I did not want to hurt Ginny, I've tried, we tried both," her pain is so strong that Molly can not keep from him a pat on the arm, with love.
"I know, dear, we all know, you'll understand that even Ginny, is a smart girl."
Harry fails to grasp the reason for the presence of Mrs. Weasley, he expected a visit, with all that had happened, but he expected anger, not understanding. He looks hesitant - not at all sorry for his visit - but does not answer, he would come to understand what everyone seems to know. The
looks like it was forbidden to do for some time, the war had changed a lot, and you have not noticed by only a few, deep furrows that marked some points of the face, but the way in all his actions seemed muted, her scolding not have the same effect of a time, his smiles were shorter and less wide, as if it is hard to stay happy, as if there was a rope tightly around her, to remember them at all times that if you get too far away would be choked, that if he tried to escape it would not disappear from reality anyway.
Harry did not want to accumulate more pain on the shoulders of the only woman I've ever tried to be his mother since he was sent to the Dursleys, but he knows that it was inevitable. The brings up a cup of tea and a tray of pastries, which lies on the glass table positioned in front of them.
While Harry grabs a biscuit beginning to nibble, Molly starts to speak, he does it with downcast eyes, with his hands were trembling slightly as they play with the fabric of her dress, "I realized one thing from the war, my dear, and you should have learned it too," when he looked up on the boy known as his eyes are filled with Invisible Tears, "is always too late, Harry. so I wanted to say to Fred that I loved him instead of continuing to scold him, but he was so young and no mother can think of the death of her child, even during a war. C ' is always hope, always, "a tear along the face and you go to deposit at the end of his cheek, Harry goes over to comfort her, but she stops him," you must not do it too, please. Do not let all flow upon you, not let fear of hurting you again stop you from being happy. I am old now, but you must continue to live. "
Potter would be able to undo this knot in my throat that was formed suddenly, to say something to comfort her, for they can not promise that caused the unhappiness of his daughter unnecessarily, but when he heard Molly's arms wrap and stick to his sweater, the only thing it does is tighten it as hard as he can.
Draco knows what they're doing is not very bright, but has made of the wrong things and this is not considered one of the worst. Prior to manifest its presence in the note that reads Potter received less than an hour before, breathing, thinking that will never be worse than it already gone.
"Hello Draco," is surprised to be called so, as if Harry really was not speaking with him, but with another person.
"Why did you call me?" says avoiding dwell sull'accenno of beard on Potter or read that dark circles around the eyes.
"I wanted to see you."
"Why did you call me?" repeats and notice the rosy cheeks of the other gradually increase, approaching him to be able to fix the green irises.
"Ginny is gone," he confesses at the end and Draco can not decide whether to laugh or to punch the Gryffindor.
"Again, why did you call me?" flinch when she sees Harry, all the rage at the absence of that explosion preventing month to keep the peace had until then, grabs him by the shirt before saying drawled "you wanted to have sex with me, is not it? Now that the lentil is gone you needed someone to vent your instincts? Fuck, I'm not a whore. " She heads for the exit as quickly as possible, ignoring the protests of Potter; feels itchy fingers and throws a punch before he left the door frame.
Harry stops for a moment, incredulous, then spend five minutes each to split contents of that room.
"You have a combined mess," Ginny is sitting on an old rocking chair brought home one day as Arthur, in love with this new contraption Muggle. His body is wrapped in an old blanket with floral motifs, in the hands a cup of tea.
His voice is cheerful, almost playful, as if in that mess there was well over her, Harry, however, knows that reality is very different: her eyes red certainly fail to act well her part.
"Sorry," and the boy does not know how many times have you uttered those two words in recent days, probably not enough.
Ginny does not respond, only to sip his drink, they both know that forgiveness does not flow from the sentences it will take time and effort.
"I think you should try it," supports the sole of one foot on the ground, in order to sway slightly, "with Malfoy, I mean."
Potter has the decency not to contradict her, the girl realizes that the effort is enormous and can also understand why it is saying those things: he wants at least part of his suffering was helped, because she still loves him so much who is content to see him happy.
"He sent me to fuck it, I do not know how much he wanted to try ", his lips curling into a grin, did not really want to talk about his ex-girlfriend with Draco and hopes that she give up.
"Surely you've earned it," makes a tongue and Harry laughs happy after who knows how long because that gesture back to the early days, when they were carefree and in love. He feels that the tension between them is slipping away, although I still try to remain attached in any way.
"Surely, now that Voldemort is dead the role of law bad for me," she stops suddenly realizing that maybe are not as ready to afford to play that way and expect some negative reaction on his part but Ginny's smile never seems to want to leave his lips.
"You're lucky, Potter, Ron is not at home, waiting to see when you discover that you have betrayed her sweet sister with that son of a bitch Malfoy. "
They look for a second, staring into his eyes, then begin to laugh imagining the scene, Harry with a little 'fear, Ginny with tears that would uscirle impertinent.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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[HP] And I'm on my knees looking for the answer (Chapter Three)
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta leliwen
fandom: Harry Potter
characters: Harry Potter , Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title existed before writing the fanfic, "is from" Human "by The Killers.
chapter list: [1] [2]
Do you feel like shit and come into Ginny. Have you tried not to think about it, and it happened way too many times in recent days, have not tried to stop and reflect, to convince you that everything is okay, but even now the thought of Draco and what you are doing, infiltrates of you two grounds to enjoy the moment.
Go down, his mouth, kissing the neck of your girlfriend, and her nails sinking deeper into the skin of your back: you will leave marks. Close your eyes, and concentrate only on her - on her perfume, her skin on her thighs, her breasts - and with every thrust you feel less guilty, closer to her, more in love with her, you can also to understand the reason for all those years together. Come on, Ginny, and so, loosening the grip of her legs around your hips, and lies down next to you, place it on your chest.
ran a hand through his hair, absently, and feel the feelings that you had given the slip always orgasm further, leaving you back to your fucking guilt. It 's like if I had a weight - which has nothing to do with the red you're stroking the chest - that prevents you from breathing, you have the constant fear of confrontation with Ginny, and fear that you understand all the things you reproach you yourself have not yet fully understood. Every time I see you wonder why do not ask questions about pacifiers, now an invisible sign, but you only get strange looks and long silences, that you hate because you do not know how to deal with. Would you explain Thee, Thee would like to defend, but you can not do it because it would expose them, and it is too early.
Sighs and return to reality when you hear Ginny whisper your name.
"Harry, there is something wrong?"
But the feeling that note, quell'implorazione, vibrates in the air and hope it is not just a figment of your imagination, either way you decide to listen.
"No, nothing."
*
"I thought that it would no longer come," Draco looks at you and the only thing I would want to go back, before everything is stravolgesse, when it seemed that nothing was more upset you. When the idea of having a normal family that's all they want, when you care even with the who'd built.
"I had to do, at work and a bit 'in general," have been two weeks since the last Once you've seen, but you are nervous as if they were two years past.
Malfoy takes you into the living room, lost in thought, does not seem to give much weight to your presence.
"You know, Harry," and pronounce your name sharply, as if it were a dirty word, "I'm not used to me taking the piss, if you want to be your girlfriend you just have to say, my heart will be able to bear it," not sitting, standing, not far from you.
"What?" I, "but does not let you end up with one hand pulls your shirt up to when your ports do not clash: there is nothing sweet, only possession.
When you feel your back bumped into something soft, you know that Malfoy has dematerialized both in his bedroom. Pushes it away with a shove.
"What the fuck are you doing?" your voice is broken as you say, your chest is moving fast. Draco down to unfasten his pants, frantically, his hands first fight with the belt and then zip, "Prove you have the balls, Potter," and it is bad, should not go well, you know, but resumed with a kiss more passion, with more violence than before, and you forget it, you just can not think, to reason. Potergliela tearing his shirt to pull out more quickly, while Malfoy, angrily, lowering of both boxers.
For a split second you stop and stare, breathe the air crash, then do you break out and force the abs on him, again, to kiss him. Draco pushes you on the bed and placing a hand on you, to keep in balance, leans over to open the drawer.
"Where the fuck is," you hear gossip, but then returns to about you, with a jar of lubricant in his hand: it shoves two fingers inside to take a generous amount and begins to prepare yourself, your pelvis toward clicks him, out of control. With his free hand lubricant throws you and you get to hold it, with trembling fingers, before it falls out of bed and smear a bit 'on your dick hard, trying not to touch it too much, but Draco putting his hand over your to accelerate the rhythm, you know that does not last long if continues, "Fuck, Draco," he muttered, your toes are contracted, figs you a hand in his mouth and bites some knuckles, Malfoy stop touching and hovers over you, gives way slowly, slowly , against your will, his hands are firmly on your hips and blocks. Place hands on him, follow his movements as he goes faster and faster, deeper and deeper, the pleasure is so intense that almost stop breathing when you're feeling inside of him and his seed upon you.
"Christ," she sighs, then collapsing beside you, stay still while trying to recover his breath.
Be the first to break the silence, a few seconds later, "And now?" ask, Malfoy is turned on its side to be able to watch, a bent arm to support her head: "Now it's up to you to decide."
*
"Hello lovebirds," the first Harry Potter Ron Weasley greeted with a pat on the shoulder, then gives a slight kiss on the cheek with her sister, seems elated, and perhaps a little help is also given by bottle butterbeer in his hand. Both do a nice smile in response, and hang their jackets.
"Ron, Harry and Ginny brings you here to help me out," Hermione's voice coming from the kitchen. Find it with matted hair and cheeks stained with something unidentified "I just finished a hard shift at St. Mungo, I thought I would have made to do everything on time, "his gaze shifts to the afflicted dishes that are cooking on the stove," and instead I was detained in hospital. "Ginny leans over to whisper to Harry," a house-elf would do you just fine " and the boy can not help but try to keep the laughs and say "do not recommend it, please! Could pull out the old pins of CRACK. "
" Stop giggling! "Hermione pretends not to have heard their exchange, but the look that appeals to both say the opposite," I'm sorry appliance? The dishes are enchanted, you're going to prepare themselves. "
Ginny reached the girl and puts his hand on her back," Go get a shower, Herm. Let's finish to place us here, right Ron? "The gaze of both rests sull'interpellato that at this moment is trying to steal a pretzel, immediately withdrew his hand with a smile and a bit 'uncertain answers," Sure, honey. Go ahead, think of everything. "
While preparing the table set a relaxed silence broken only by a few sentences, words are replaced by an old song of the Weird Sisters playing in the background, then sprout from the chimney and the last guests George Mrs. Weasley who, after shrugging off a bit 'ashes, run to embrace all, the first to receive this honor is that Harry is crushed in his arms, like a mother with her child, as Molly used to do with him.
*
"You want to sleep if we go to my mom tonight? You know I'm glad the hosts, and then gets a bit 'sad like that after dinner, bring back the bad memories in mind .. . Ginny had silenced with a kiss, "good," he embraced and then she'll give you a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Harry, I'm going home to get change," but had stopped again and told her to start go to his mother while you recovered you need.
You lied to your girlfriend again, but now, in front of the house of Malfoy, I hope it's the last time.
her hair out of place are the first thing you notice when opening the door to cover a little 'face, softening, it seems younger, more beautiful, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and a tight gray T-shirt, you were not aware it was so late.
"Sorry if I woke up, if you want I can come back tomorrow," the cool night air bothers you, you wish you could come in, warm.
"Tell me what I must say that I avoid even freeze," you can think of films that looked at Aunt Petunia in the evening, from the storage room could hear only the audio, but it enough to be able to follow the plot, were almost all similar and when a character was going to visit someone who was so late to forgive or to declare their love, probably Malfoy you've never seen one, because in his eyes seems to understand your decision.
"Me, I'm sorry, but" you hold in your coat, you want to find the right words, make a good speech, but you are nothing, you feel your heart beat in my temples.
"Forget it, Potter, do not strain," his voice is harsh when he says, would like to reply, but the only thing you find yourself in front of the door is closed. For the first time in a long time you want to cry.
***
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta
leliwen fandom: Harry Potter
characters: Harry Potter , Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title existed before writing the fanfic, "is from" Human "by The Killers.
chapter list: [1] [2]
Do you feel like shit and come into Ginny. Have you tried not to think about it, and it happened way too many times in recent days, have not tried to stop and reflect, to convince you that everything is okay, but even now the thought of Draco and what you are doing, infiltrates of you two grounds to enjoy the moment.
Go down, his mouth, kissing the neck of your girlfriend, and her nails sinking deeper into the skin of your back: you will leave marks. Close your eyes, and concentrate only on her - on her perfume, her skin on her thighs, her breasts - and with every thrust you feel less guilty, closer to her, more in love with her, you can also to understand the reason for all those years together. Come on, Ginny, and so, loosening the grip of her legs around your hips, and lies down next to you, place it on your chest.
ran a hand through his hair, absently, and feel the feelings that you had given the slip always orgasm further, leaving you back to your fucking guilt. It 's like if I had a weight - which has nothing to do with the red you're stroking the chest - that prevents you from breathing, you have the constant fear of confrontation with Ginny, and fear that you understand all the things you reproach you yourself have not yet fully understood. Every time I see you wonder why do not ask questions about pacifiers, now an invisible sign, but you only get strange looks and long silences, that you hate because you do not know how to deal with. Would you explain Thee, Thee would like to defend, but you can not do it because it would expose them, and it is too early.
Sighs and return to reality when you hear Ginny whisper your name.
"Harry, there is something wrong?"
But the feeling that note, quell'implorazione, vibrates in the air and hope it is not just a figment of your imagination, either way you decide to listen.
"No, nothing."
"I thought that it would no longer come," Draco looks at you and the only thing I would want to go back, before everything is stravolgesse, when it seemed that nothing was more upset you. When the idea of having a normal family that's all they want, when you care even with the who'd built.
"I had to do, at work and a bit 'in general," have been two weeks since the last Once you've seen, but you are nervous as if they were two years past.
Malfoy takes you into the living room, lost in thought, does not seem to give much weight to your presence.
"You know, Harry," and pronounce your name sharply, as if it were a dirty word, "I'm not used to me taking the piss, if you want to be your girlfriend you just have to say, my heart will be able to bear it," not sitting, standing, not far from you.
"What?" I, "but does not let you end up with one hand pulls your shirt up to when your ports do not clash: there is nothing sweet, only possession.
When you feel your back bumped into something soft, you know that Malfoy has dematerialized both in his bedroom. Pushes it away with a shove.
"What the fuck are you doing?" your voice is broken as you say, your chest is moving fast. Draco down to unfasten his pants, frantically, his hands first fight with the belt and then zip, "Prove you have the balls, Potter," and it is bad, should not go well, you know, but resumed with a kiss more passion, with more violence than before, and you forget it, you just can not think, to reason. Potergliela tearing his shirt to pull out more quickly, while Malfoy, angrily, lowering of both boxers.
For a split second you stop and stare, breathe the air crash, then do you break out and force the abs on him, again, to kiss him. Draco pushes you on the bed and placing a hand on you, to keep in balance, leans over to open the drawer.
"Where the fuck is," you hear gossip, but then returns to about you, with a jar of lubricant in his hand: it shoves two fingers inside to take a generous amount and begins to prepare yourself, your pelvis toward clicks him, out of control. With his free hand lubricant throws you and you get to hold it, with trembling fingers, before it falls out of bed and smear a bit 'on your dick hard, trying not to touch it too much, but Draco putting his hand over your to accelerate the rhythm, you know that does not last long if continues, "Fuck, Draco," he muttered, your toes are contracted, figs you a hand in his mouth and bites some knuckles, Malfoy stop touching and hovers over you, gives way slowly, slowly , against your will, his hands are firmly on your hips and blocks. Place hands on him, follow his movements as he goes faster and faster, deeper and deeper, the pleasure is so intense that almost stop breathing when you're feeling inside of him and his seed upon you.
"Christ," she sighs, then collapsing beside you, stay still while trying to recover his breath.
Be the first to break the silence, a few seconds later, "And now?" ask, Malfoy is turned on its side to be able to watch, a bent arm to support her head: "Now it's up to you to decide."
"Hello lovebirds," the first Harry Potter Ron Weasley greeted with a pat on the shoulder, then gives a slight kiss on the cheek with her sister, seems elated, and perhaps a little help is also given by bottle butterbeer in his hand. Both do a nice smile in response, and hang their jackets.
"Ron, Harry and Ginny brings you here to help me out," Hermione's voice coming from the kitchen. Find it with matted hair and cheeks stained with something unidentified "I just finished a hard shift at St. Mungo, I thought I would have made to do everything on time, "his gaze shifts to the afflicted dishes that are cooking on the stove," and instead I was detained in hospital. "Ginny leans over to whisper to Harry," a house-elf would do you just fine " and the boy can not help but try to keep the laughs and say "do not recommend it, please! Could pull out the old pins of CRACK. "
" Stop giggling! "Hermione pretends not to have heard their exchange, but the look that appeals to both say the opposite," I'm sorry appliance? The dishes are enchanted, you're going to prepare themselves. "
Ginny reached the girl and puts his hand on her back," Go get a shower, Herm. Let's finish to place us here, right Ron? "The gaze of both rests sull'interpellato that at this moment is trying to steal a pretzel, immediately withdrew his hand with a smile and a bit 'uncertain answers," Sure, honey. Go ahead, think of everything. "
While preparing the table set a relaxed silence broken only by a few sentences, words are replaced by an old song of the Weird Sisters playing in the background, then sprout from the chimney and the last guests George Mrs. Weasley who, after shrugging off a bit 'ashes, run to embrace all, the first to receive this honor is that Harry is crushed in his arms, like a mother with her child, as Molly used to do with him.
"You want to sleep if we go to my mom tonight? You know I'm glad the hosts, and then gets a bit 'sad like that after dinner, bring back the bad memories in mind .. . Ginny had silenced with a kiss, "good," he embraced and then she'll give you a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Harry, I'm going home to get change," but had stopped again and told her to start go to his mother while you recovered you need.
You lied to your girlfriend again, but now, in front of the house of Malfoy, I hope it's the last time.
her hair out of place are the first thing you notice when opening the door to cover a little 'face, softening, it seems younger, more beautiful, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and a tight gray T-shirt, you were not aware it was so late.
"Sorry if I woke up, if you want I can come back tomorrow," the cool night air bothers you, you wish you could come in, warm.
"Tell me what I must say that I avoid even freeze," you can think of films that looked at Aunt Petunia in the evening, from the storage room could hear only the audio, but it enough to be able to follow the plot, were almost all similar and when a character was going to visit someone who was so late to forgive or to declare their love, probably Malfoy you've never seen one, because in his eyes seems to understand your decision.
"Me, I'm sorry, but" you hold in your coat, you want to find the right words, make a good speech, but you are nothing, you feel your heart beat in my temples.
"Forget it, Potter, do not strain," his voice is harsh when he says, would like to reply, but the only thing you find yourself in front of the door is closed. For the first time in a long time you want to cry.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Chest Pains And Blurred Vision
Bob Noorda
It 's the first time that the death of a famous person makes me so much grief.
Bob Noorda
It 's the first time that the death of a famous person makes me so much grief.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Toolbox Can You Replace Lock
[HP] And I'm on my knees looking for the answer (second chapter)
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta leliwen
fandom: Harry Potter
characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title existed before writing the fanfic, "is from" Human " The Killers.
chapter list: [1]
"You have repaired the cabinet svanitori without anyone knowing anything for a whole year, Malfoy, this is lying."
not surprised to find yourself back at home, in front of the door.
"No, this means knowing how to omit some aspects of their lives."
"You say a lot of crap, you know, right?" Do not answer, merely raising his eyebrows slightly.
not give yourself to win and decided to enter his apartment, and you hang your jacket sprawled on the couch.
"Please, sit well" you feel puffing as he closes the door, but you know it is not angry: insult you always leave a bit euphoric 'days.
"Everything okay?"
"Yes, Potter," he says sitting next to you, "you, rather, the red has made history for what?" Indicates that the pacifier can be seen under the collar of his shirt.
"No, I managed to convince her that it was she who let me." In fact he has not noticed yet, last night you went out with Ron and the other for a drink and she was already asleep when you're back, and today's the day you've spent away from home.
"Honestly?" I thought it was stupid, but not at these levels. He really believed such a story? " If he were not talking about your girlfriend you would be laughing, so you merely shook his head.
"No, I do not. It would be possible only if he were sleepwalking, or a sexual maniac. O God, Potter, you're a nympho!"
This time you can not not smile, I bite my lower lip, but you already know that your eyes betray you anyway.
"If I were a nymphomaniac would have the strength to come from you too?"
"Technically, by me, you never came ," but did not have time to finish the sentence that can be found pinned against the couch, you that blocks your wrists.
"You bastard," you tickle him and find out what the feeling that you can hear her breathing was not so close to you and hear laughter and whispers "I know" is a strange effect, but maybe you like it. Let him free, and for a while 'looking at him.
"Want to do something?"
"Like what, Potter?"
* For a little careful analysis one could say that the girl sitting at a table in that restaurant is simply toying with the bread until a person. But there are way too many crumbs on the tablecloth, his long fingers tapping on the table too quickly, and his legs still tremble slightly as long as she is not mandatory for them to stop.
"Hello Ginny," Hermione's smile has a calming effect on the girl power that calms a bit 'while he leans to kiss her on the cheek.
"Hello Herm, you feel good, "she says absently, with her hand motions to the waiter to get closer to order.
" Thank you, and you, from what I told Ron, you should be in seventh heaven. "
Ginny can not find an answer, merely points out the menu and the other interprets it as a spoiled girl, but happy too, continues.
"I wanted to talk, but I thought you and Ron and Harry were a bit 'in crisis, but apparently you're not at all! At least not in that way. "
" What are you talking about? "Ginny tries to control his voice, which is perhaps a bit 'too sharp, he hopes that the noise produced by people around them will be able to conceal it.
"Of I'm talking about what you want? Pacifier on the neck of Harry, Ron told me everything, said yesterday, the bar was more relaxed than usual, even if you nervous every time I asked him questions. "
Ginny Supports the fork on the plate and pretends to better accommodate the towel on their own feet.
"What?"
"Oh, sorry, I did not think you could be annoying, but I was so happy when I heard, however, do not worry, Harry did not want to say anything, of course, are your affairs private, "
" No, "Ginny took a sip of water, but in doing the little glass cup clashes against his teeth," does nothing, Herm, really. "
*
probably stop thinking about Draco, Ginny, if he had his hair cut like his, their necks would be like. Harry could see the hairline and could have fun slide your fingers between them that mess as they pass, and then return to their place.
Probably, if there were other parts of their bodies that may look alike, Harry you stay longer, as it is doing now with the strip of skin just behind his left ear.
Probably, if it resembled Draco and Ginny, Harry was not there in that house.
"I liked going to play Quidditch?" The dark boy bends down slightly to grab the jar of bubble bath, then put a little 'in one hand, but his lips do not detach from the neck of the other.
"Sure, you know how to conquer a man, Potter," has done nothing but complain all afternoon, but we both know that you have enjoyed as never before.
"How could I know?", "Harry replied, his mouth down to kiss the jaw of the other," you're the only one, "stop talking, but his hands still soaping his back.
"What?" Malfoy tries to encourage him, but all I get is silence, then turns around, so they can look on his face.
"You know what time I appreciated the most in the whole day?" Draco continues while putting his hand under the neck of the boy, he feels it move under his fingers, while the chief denies "this," and smiles as he approaches and combines their lips, slowly, in fear, knowing that Harry might not be ready yet, you might get scared and leave, for the umpteenth time. But it feels tight in his arms, while the other opens his lips to allow the language to meet.
They kiss for a while 'under the warm water of the shower, and off when you both know that something has changed. Something in the atmosphere, making Harry blush, which prevents them from continuing to settle as before, something that compels them to finish washing, in silence.
***
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta
leliwen fandom: Harry Potter
characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title existed before writing the fanfic, "is from" Human " The Killers.
chapter list: [1]
"You have repaired the cabinet svanitori without anyone knowing anything for a whole year, Malfoy, this is lying."
not surprised to find yourself back at home, in front of the door.
"No, this means knowing how to omit some aspects of their lives."
"You say a lot of crap, you know, right?" Do not answer, merely raising his eyebrows slightly.
not give yourself to win and decided to enter his apartment, and you hang your jacket sprawled on the couch.
"Please, sit well" you feel puffing as he closes the door, but you know it is not angry: insult you always leave a bit euphoric 'days.
"Everything okay?"
"Yes, Potter," he says sitting next to you, "you, rather, the red has made history for what?" Indicates that the pacifier can be seen under the collar of his shirt.
"No, I managed to convince her that it was she who let me." In fact he has not noticed yet, last night you went out with Ron and the other for a drink and she was already asleep when you're back, and today's the day you've spent away from home.
"Honestly?" I thought it was stupid, but not at these levels. He really believed such a story? " If he were not talking about your girlfriend you would be laughing, so you merely shook his head.
"No, I do not. It would be possible only if he were sleepwalking, or a sexual maniac. O God, Potter, you're a nympho!"
This time you can not not smile, I bite my lower lip, but you already know that your eyes betray you anyway.
"If I were a nymphomaniac would have the strength to come from you too?"
"Technically, by me, you never came ," but did not have time to finish the sentence that can be found pinned against the couch, you that blocks your wrists.
"You bastard," you tickle him and find out what the feeling that you can hear her breathing was not so close to you and hear laughter and whispers "I know" is a strange effect, but maybe you like it. Let him free, and for a while 'looking at him.
"Want to do something?"
"Like what, Potter?"
* For a little careful analysis one could say that the girl sitting at a table in that restaurant is simply toying with the bread until a person. But there are way too many crumbs on the tablecloth, his long fingers tapping on the table too quickly, and his legs still tremble slightly as long as she is not mandatory for them to stop.
"Hello Ginny," Hermione's smile has a calming effect on the girl power that calms a bit 'while he leans to kiss her on the cheek.
"Hello Herm, you feel good, "she says absently, with her hand motions to the waiter to get closer to order.
" Thank you, and you, from what I told Ron, you should be in seventh heaven. "
Ginny can not find an answer, merely points out the menu and the other interprets it as a spoiled girl, but happy too, continues.
"I wanted to talk, but I thought you and Ron and Harry were a bit 'in crisis, but apparently you're not at all! At least not in that way. "
" What are you talking about? "Ginny tries to control his voice, which is perhaps a bit 'too sharp, he hopes that the noise produced by people around them will be able to conceal it.
"Of I'm talking about what you want? Pacifier on the neck of Harry, Ron told me everything, said yesterday, the bar was more relaxed than usual, even if you nervous every time I asked him questions. "
Ginny Supports the fork on the plate and pretends to better accommodate the towel on their own feet.
"What?"
"Oh, sorry, I did not think you could be annoying, but I was so happy when I heard, however, do not worry, Harry did not want to say anything, of course, are your affairs private, "
" No, "Ginny took a sip of water, but in doing the little glass cup clashes against his teeth," does nothing, Herm, really. "
probably stop thinking about Draco, Ginny, if he had his hair cut like his, their necks would be like. Harry could see the hairline and could have fun slide your fingers between them that mess as they pass, and then return to their place.
Probably, if there were other parts of their bodies that may look alike, Harry you stay longer, as it is doing now with the strip of skin just behind his left ear.
Probably, if it resembled Draco and Ginny, Harry was not there in that house.
"I liked going to play Quidditch?" The dark boy bends down slightly to grab the jar of bubble bath, then put a little 'in one hand, but his lips do not detach from the neck of the other.
"Sure, you know how to conquer a man, Potter," has done nothing but complain all afternoon, but we both know that you have enjoyed as never before.
"How could I know?", "Harry replied, his mouth down to kiss the jaw of the other," you're the only one, "stop talking, but his hands still soaping his back.
"What?" Malfoy tries to encourage him, but all I get is silence, then turns around, so they can look on his face.
"You know what time I appreciated the most in the whole day?" Draco continues while putting his hand under the neck of the boy, he feels it move under his fingers, while the chief denies "this," and smiles as he approaches and combines their lips, slowly, in fear, knowing that Harry might not be ready yet, you might get scared and leave, for the umpteenth time. But it feels tight in his arms, while the other opens his lips to allow the language to meet.
They kiss for a while 'under the warm water of the shower, and off when you both know that something has changed. Something in the atmosphere, making Harry blush, which prevents them from continuing to settle as before, something that compels them to finish washing, in silence.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Bmx Flatland Bikes For Adults
[HP] And I'm on my knees looking for the answer (first chapter)
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta leliwen
fandom: Harry Potter
characters : Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title already existed before write fanfic, is taken from "Human" by The Killers.
There is nothing so perfect as a pace to break a safe, continue on the same notes, but change the trend.
You should have to be home with her, and you will be there, just not hours.
Your lips slide on the belly of Draco and you can feel your hair stand up on their way. You could not not do it, you went to him, despite the fear, and your values.
Raise your head, you're not looking at Malfoy, but the excitement can be seen easily in the hard way that keeps the head pointed at the pillow, chin up. He did not and now questions his shirt is unbuttoned and his trousers - along with his boxer - are wrapped around his ankles.
Would you like to go, your heart beats faster than you want, and you're not sure you can stop him, but forbids you your erection.
widened a bit 'more Draco's legs, his muscles obey at your fingertips, and you decide to leave them there, his hands, because his legs are strong and hot, you like. The massage gently.
"Potter, come on."
You can see all his irritation, but did not answer or you hurry, do not you feel like it. 're experiencing, only you can decide when to go forward, you must follow your own pace, or everything will collapse, both will collapse.
Go down to grab his pants and boxers, throwing them to him slip off in some corner of the room, you bend the legs and slide your hands up to her ankles, locking them. You get close to his right knee, it touches the nose and hair, go along the inside of his thigh, but does not touch it, not what he wants.
"Fuck you, Potter."
If it were not so excited you would pull a punch, you know, would you do it too. You decide to bite, you hear swearing. Support lips on his testicle inhaling the strong smell and you know you will not forget it, it gives the head. Lick his penis from the bottom up, forcefully, and without thinking to swallow the first few inches. Draco tries to go forward, but your hand to block it off immediately alighting on her pelvis, you're not ready. Move your other hand and also rests on the mattress, your arm flapping against his thigh. You begin to move on her sex, managing every time to take more and more, his veins throb and feel for one second believe that you will remain etched on the tongue.
sling Draco's fingers through your hair, shake a few locks, but do not impose any other rhythm, only yours, so let's leave them there.
move his hand from her pelvis - no longer needed - and circles his nipples. Draco's chest is moving fast and I like to feel the texture of his muscles under your fingertips: your skin is smooth, almost hairless. Malfoy grabs you, and if the sticks two fingers in his mouth, drags them back and forth shower them with saliva. Your bird is pressed against the seam of the pants, but do not have the courage to open them or to touch.
Draco's hand slips away from your hair and ends up on your - on the mattress - but moves almost immediately, the slight contact that persists between your pinky and his thumb will seem to burn. You know who is coming and it looks like you have suddenly spilled a bucket of ice cubes, you fall away and wait for him lift his head to send to fuck, but merely looking at you, expressionless, and hope that you accept the blush appeared on your cheeks as excuses.
"Continue." Whispers in the end. It almost seems sweet and I feel guilty because you just betrayed your girlfriend, and a man, because you just made your first blowjob, and you can not finish it, because you just found out that everything that Ginny could do and offer will fail to be enough, never. Grab
fucking Malfoy and finish the job with a few vigorous thrusts, he is shocked by his white semen stuck to your fingers, if I were crazy enough Try it, but take a magic wand and clean up both.
You get up and you walk away from the bed, get settled in his shirt. Draco reaches you, still naked.
"I suppose that it is now my turn." Can you
stop it before you loose pants, kneel before you, before you get mad.
"I have already come before, thank you."
know it's fucked up, the truth is before his eyes and you feel it throbbing inside your pants. He merely shrugged his shoulders, your balance is unstable, any step could be wrong.
"Please." You see
bend down to retrieve his pants and you go, the need is so strong that it seems that your body has its own life, you feel wrong there, at that moment, out of tune, and the sound of blood pumping in his temples will blur the brain.
"Then I'm leaving." Your steps are fast and awkward as you try to reach the exit. "I know the way, do not bother. Hello."
Draco staring at you while putting on finishes, but it reveals nothing.
"See you, Potter."
*
The mild light of the lamp that Ginny stubbornly want to keep burning continues to lie, do not have much sleep.
You turn to her and you wonder what you are doing what you're doing. It seems so small, and it is, and so are you too, just not fail to realize. You have to laugh: to some reason you had to grow up quickly. Ginny reached out and pat on the belly, slowly, but with enough force to wake her up. Go down, and go into her thighs.
"Harry ..." Mumbles, still in his sleep, pressing against you in an embrace, his arms on your back.
"Ginny."
Move your face on your shoulder, adjust the arms, higher up, on your chest and falls asleep.
Sighs and you uncombed hair, even more. We laid down again with his back against the mattress, Ginny follows your movements, you feel it rub her cheek on your skin. Returns
staring at the ceiling and lights the lamp projects on it, keep it up until it forces you to close your eyes, tomorrow you must go to the Ministry and do not feel like.
* The memory of Dumbledore is trying to think of it so far that is almost evil can not recover from his mind the smell, the feeling that you gave to have his hand on your shoulder while trying to protect you and make you stay young for a while '. Do you remember almost everything that happened in those days, but not him.
It 'annoying to have to accept that the time asleep anything, even a person who loved us for many years, and what you returned only one image is very blurry and it hurts to look at her view.
"What are you thinking, Harry?"
Hermione's voice is sweet and leans over to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek is still standing, one hand resting on your back.
"Nothing, I was enjoying my beer."
"I do not do it, Harry. I recognize that look. "He sits on the stool next to yours, one arm above the counter.
" I saw Malfoy some 'time ago ... "
" When? What you said? "Can you hear the note of fear that Hermione has been trying to hide an application hidden in those words, I'll also put you six, and the response has not yet arrived.
" We were not beaten, Herm, "Drink a sip from your glass," was all rather strange. E 'was he who spoke first, told me not to expect his thanks. You know, for the process. "
" But ... "The cheeks of your friend are getting redder, while trying to find an appropriate term for Malfoy, the first stop.
"He said I only told the truth. And I think he was right, would never be able to kill Dumbledore, he would not."
"Oh, Harry, how do you say?" You seem to be back at school, when you tried in every way to convince your friends that you were right, some things never change apparently.
"I was there! Did you forget?" I saw his cock wand trembled for a moment before the arrival of the Death Eaters. This was going to turn down, I'm sure. "
"Okay, but there's everything else, how can you say he was innocent?"
"He found himself in the middle, as has happened to me, as has happened to many of us, the truth is that There was a pain because she was a spoiled fuck. "
Hermione touch you arm, while he thinks.
" Maybe true, maybe not. Now calm down, "smiles" to talk about Malfoy is one of the few things that still make you angry. "
You realize only now than I was tense, loosen the grip of the fingers on the glass." Sorry. "
" Now I'm used to ! What else did you say? "
" Nothing particular. "
Hermione seems to notice the newfound calm and decides not to ask other things, they're grateful, you would not be able to tell the rest.
" Ginny did not come? "
"No," and you can not avoid making a slight grimace, "you know I do not like the bar muggles."
"Is everything all right between you?" It looks to be a question waiting to be made for a long time.
I merely nodded, and finish the beer, trying to ignore the suspicious eyes, which continues to launch Hermione.
*
"Are you still with the Weasley?" Draco asks, as he lies on the couch in the living room.
"What the fuck do you care?" It 's a legitimate question, his, but the idea that who you know, I know your life makes it all too real and part of you that right now just wants to escape it is too stuffy.
you look like you're spell out just fine.
"Actually not much, but since you're home mine and I'd like to fuck, "he says calmly, as she takes a sip from his glass and challenges you to say no.
The cuticle around you suddenly becomes interesting to the thumb and continues to stare, trying to stop blushing and to find an answer with which a brilliant escape from this mess.
Feel your fingers, wrap the fabric of the pants of Draco when he decides to salirti him astride.
"God, Potter. I can not believe, betrays her. "
The heat causes you his contact is spreading throughout your body, quickly and without hindrance, the clothes will soon become very annoying.
" Do not you doing so Slytherin, "and takes a few strands between your fingers your hair begins to torture her left ear.
Her breath is hot and you can not sit still, you can not not touch it, his right hand end of you, it sticks in your pants. Close your eyes and support the neck against the head of the couch, you cling to his back and he goes with his lips on your neck.
When you realize what you are doing hope it's not too late, move your hands from him and you get up suddenly, risking dropping it.
"Shit, Malfoy!" You rub your neck, desperate. You see smiling, happy, and lies down on the couch.
"I do not like people who lie." The shadow of the fun found in these words seem to reverberate in mind.
"Fuck!" slam the door when you leave and you hope that is not a laugh that you hear while you're gone.
***
title And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
beta
leliwen fandom: Harry Potter
characters : Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
pairing: Harry / Ginny, Harry / Draco
rating: NC-17
plot Voldemort was defeated. Harry finds himself with a life to manage.
notes: Thanks to my beta, for his helpful advice. Oddly
the title already existed before write fanfic, is taken from "Human" by The Killers.
There is nothing so perfect as a pace to break a safe, continue on the same notes, but change the trend.
You should have to be home with her, and you will be there, just not hours.
Your lips slide on the belly of Draco and you can feel your hair stand up on their way. You could not not do it, you went to him, despite the fear, and your values.
Raise your head, you're not looking at Malfoy, but the excitement can be seen easily in the hard way that keeps the head pointed at the pillow, chin up. He did not and now questions his shirt is unbuttoned and his trousers - along with his boxer - are wrapped around his ankles.
Would you like to go, your heart beats faster than you want, and you're not sure you can stop him, but forbids you your erection.
widened a bit 'more Draco's legs, his muscles obey at your fingertips, and you decide to leave them there, his hands, because his legs are strong and hot, you like. The massage gently.
"Potter, come on."
You can see all his irritation, but did not answer or you hurry, do not you feel like it. 're experiencing, only you can decide when to go forward, you must follow your own pace, or everything will collapse, both will collapse.
Go down to grab his pants and boxers, throwing them to him slip off in some corner of the room, you bend the legs and slide your hands up to her ankles, locking them. You get close to his right knee, it touches the nose and hair, go along the inside of his thigh, but does not touch it, not what he wants.
"Fuck you, Potter."
If it were not so excited you would pull a punch, you know, would you do it too. You decide to bite, you hear swearing. Support lips on his testicle inhaling the strong smell and you know you will not forget it, it gives the head. Lick his penis from the bottom up, forcefully, and without thinking to swallow the first few inches. Draco tries to go forward, but your hand to block it off immediately alighting on her pelvis, you're not ready. Move your other hand and also rests on the mattress, your arm flapping against his thigh. You begin to move on her sex, managing every time to take more and more, his veins throb and feel for one second believe that you will remain etched on the tongue.
sling Draco's fingers through your hair, shake a few locks, but do not impose any other rhythm, only yours, so let's leave them there.
move his hand from her pelvis - no longer needed - and circles his nipples. Draco's chest is moving fast and I like to feel the texture of his muscles under your fingertips: your skin is smooth, almost hairless. Malfoy grabs you, and if the sticks two fingers in his mouth, drags them back and forth shower them with saliva. Your bird is pressed against the seam of the pants, but do not have the courage to open them or to touch.
Draco's hand slips away from your hair and ends up on your - on the mattress - but moves almost immediately, the slight contact that persists between your pinky and his thumb will seem to burn. You know who is coming and it looks like you have suddenly spilled a bucket of ice cubes, you fall away and wait for him lift his head to send to fuck, but merely looking at you, expressionless, and hope that you accept the blush appeared on your cheeks as excuses.
"Continue." Whispers in the end. It almost seems sweet and I feel guilty because you just betrayed your girlfriend, and a man, because you just made your first blowjob, and you can not finish it, because you just found out that everything that Ginny could do and offer will fail to be enough, never. Grab
fucking Malfoy and finish the job with a few vigorous thrusts, he is shocked by his white semen stuck to your fingers, if I were crazy enough Try it, but take a magic wand and clean up both.
You get up and you walk away from the bed, get settled in his shirt. Draco reaches you, still naked.
"I suppose that it is now my turn." Can you
stop it before you loose pants, kneel before you, before you get mad.
"I have already come before, thank you."
know it's fucked up, the truth is before his eyes and you feel it throbbing inside your pants. He merely shrugged his shoulders, your balance is unstable, any step could be wrong.
"Please." You see
bend down to retrieve his pants and you go, the need is so strong that it seems that your body has its own life, you feel wrong there, at that moment, out of tune, and the sound of blood pumping in his temples will blur the brain.
"Then I'm leaving." Your steps are fast and awkward as you try to reach the exit. "I know the way, do not bother. Hello."
Draco staring at you while putting on finishes, but it reveals nothing.
"See you, Potter."
The mild light of the lamp that Ginny stubbornly want to keep burning continues to lie, do not have much sleep.
You turn to her and you wonder what you are doing what you're doing. It seems so small, and it is, and so are you too, just not fail to realize. You have to laugh: to some reason you had to grow up quickly. Ginny reached out and pat on the belly, slowly, but with enough force to wake her up. Go down, and go into her thighs.
"Harry ..." Mumbles, still in his sleep, pressing against you in an embrace, his arms on your back.
"Ginny."
Move your face on your shoulder, adjust the arms, higher up, on your chest and falls asleep.
Sighs and you uncombed hair, even more. We laid down again with his back against the mattress, Ginny follows your movements, you feel it rub her cheek on your skin. Returns
staring at the ceiling and lights the lamp projects on it, keep it up until it forces you to close your eyes, tomorrow you must go to the Ministry and do not feel like.
* The memory of Dumbledore is trying to think of it so far that is almost evil can not recover from his mind the smell, the feeling that you gave to have his hand on your shoulder while trying to protect you and make you stay young for a while '. Do you remember almost everything that happened in those days, but not him.
It 'annoying to have to accept that the time asleep anything, even a person who loved us for many years, and what you returned only one image is very blurry and it hurts to look at her view.
"What are you thinking, Harry?"
Hermione's voice is sweet and leans over to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek is still standing, one hand resting on your back.
"Nothing, I was enjoying my beer."
"I do not do it, Harry. I recognize that look. "He sits on the stool next to yours, one arm above the counter.
" I saw Malfoy some 'time ago ... "
" When? What you said? "Can you hear the note of fear that Hermione has been trying to hide an application hidden in those words, I'll also put you six, and the response has not yet arrived.
" We were not beaten, Herm, "Drink a sip from your glass," was all rather strange. E 'was he who spoke first, told me not to expect his thanks. You know, for the process. "
" But ... "The cheeks of your friend are getting redder, while trying to find an appropriate term for Malfoy, the first stop.
"He said I only told the truth. And I think he was right, would never be able to kill Dumbledore, he would not."
"Oh, Harry, how do you say?" You seem to be back at school, when you tried in every way to convince your friends that you were right, some things never change apparently.
"I was there! Did you forget?" I saw his cock wand trembled for a moment before the arrival of the Death Eaters. This was going to turn down, I'm sure. "
"Okay, but there's everything else, how can you say he was innocent?"
"He found himself in the middle, as has happened to me, as has happened to many of us, the truth is that There was a pain because she was a spoiled fuck. "
Hermione touch you arm, while he thinks.
" Maybe true, maybe not. Now calm down, "smiles" to talk about Malfoy is one of the few things that still make you angry. "
You realize only now than I was tense, loosen the grip of the fingers on the glass." Sorry. "
" Now I'm used to ! What else did you say? "
" Nothing particular. "
Hermione seems to notice the newfound calm and decides not to ask other things, they're grateful, you would not be able to tell the rest.
" Ginny did not come? "
"No," and you can not avoid making a slight grimace, "you know I do not like the bar muggles."
"Is everything all right between you?" It looks to be a question waiting to be made for a long time.
I merely nodded, and finish the beer, trying to ignore the suspicious eyes, which continues to launch Hermione.
"Are you still with the Weasley?" Draco asks, as he lies on the couch in the living room.
"What the fuck do you care?" It 's a legitimate question, his, but the idea that who you know, I know your life makes it all too real and part of you that right now just wants to escape it is too stuffy.
you look like you're spell out just fine.
"Actually not much, but since you're home mine and I'd like to fuck, "he says calmly, as she takes a sip from his glass and challenges you to say no.
The cuticle around you suddenly becomes interesting to the thumb and continues to stare, trying to stop blushing and to find an answer with which a brilliant escape from this mess.
Feel your fingers, wrap the fabric of the pants of Draco when he decides to salirti him astride.
"God, Potter. I can not believe, betrays her. "
The heat causes you his contact is spreading throughout your body, quickly and without hindrance, the clothes will soon become very annoying.
" Do not you doing so Slytherin, "and takes a few strands between your fingers your hair begins to torture her left ear.
Her breath is hot and you can not sit still, you can not not touch it, his right hand end of you, it sticks in your pants. Close your eyes and support the neck against the head of the couch, you cling to his back and he goes with his lips on your neck.
When you realize what you are doing hope it's not too late, move your hands from him and you get up suddenly, risking dropping it.
"Shit, Malfoy!" You rub your neck, desperate. You see smiling, happy, and lies down on the couch.
"I do not like people who lie." The shadow of the fun found in these words seem to reverberate in mind.
"Fuck!" slam the door when you leave and you hope that is not a laugh that you hear while you're gone.
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