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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."

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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