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[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.

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