“If you fall, I’ll fall with you. I will not let you jeopardise yourself without sharing the risk.”

They hurried along the corridors that led away from the main part of the castle, speaking infrequently. Somewhere, a clock chimed the hour – it was past midnight. Harry increased his pace, and Draco hastened to match him.

Several levels above the lesser part of the castle they stopped before an expanse of stone wall.
Harry tapped his wand on the wall, and intoned a revealing spell. A doorway appeared, and Draco pushed the door open and immediately Harry intoned another spell to seal the door as soon as they both stepped over the threshold.

Moonlight spilled through the windows set in the walls. The room was small; barren except for an ebony table on which several books lay neatly stacked, a couple of chairs and a couch. Draco leaned against the wall as he watched Harry lit the small hanging lamps which when lit, burned with a pale constant flame.

The room was where they often met to talk of normal everyday events, occasionally doing their schoolwork together, or playing the Muggle board games that Harry had bought along with him (which Draco found fascinating and almost magical in their ordinariness). Sometimes, they would just read and enjoyed each other’s silent company. It was their sanctuary away from those who would never seek to understand their friendship, let alone accepts the actual extent of their physical bond.

Draco crossed to the couch, stretched out and closed his eyes. Harry however, paced the room, and after five minutes or so had passed, Draco propped himself on his elbow and asked him what was troubling him.

Harry shook his head but did not answer. He felt suddenly weary, the memory of the events from the previous night sliced through him with the force of a scalpel – white hot and deep. He strode to the window, and leaned against the wall. He wanted to rest, to calm his body and mind; to stop his emotions from spinning in its unstable orbits. He put his arms around his shoulders, hugging himself as he tried desperately to purge the memory of the pain and grief he had caused his companion.

All his life he had wanted something he didn’t have to protect. It was all he could do to protect himself from the constant threat of the Dark Lord. He survived thus far because he was beholden to no one.

Then it happened.

It was inevitable that they gravitated towards each other, mutual attraction confused with hatred. Each grudgingly admired the strength within the other, and in time they found true freedom with each other. For Harry, Draco was somewhere to return to. He had accepted Draco for what he was, the imperfect being that somehow completed him. But for Draco, as their relationship matured, the sense of over-protectiveness reared its ugly head, defying all logic. Draco became obsessed in wanting to protect Harry, to own him and keep him safe. He was not willing to lose Harry to anyone, real or imagined. He was driven by his own insecurities into committing acts beyond the norm of the sane person, and yet Harry had forgiven him and taken him back with open arms.

Draco felt a sense of remorse but he kept looking expectantly at Harry, and finally he asked, “Did you really mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“What you said last night?”

Harry turned to look at his companion. “I said a lot of things, Draco. We both said a lot of things.” He pushed the window open and stared towards the distant mountains. An awkward silence descended. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Soft footsteps broke the silence, and he was suddenly aware of Draco’s presence beside him.

Draco laid his hand on Harry’s shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was low and Harry had to concentrate to listen. “You said that if I fall, you’ll fall with me,” A pause, then softer still. “Did you really mean it?”

Harry turned slowly to face his companion. He could see the question in Draco’s eyes, begging to be answered. He lifted his free hand and held Draco’s shoulder lightly. Their eyes met and for long moments they looked at each other, each unable to articulate his own thoughts. He nodded once, and then he let his hand drop. He sat on the window sill and dug his hand into his pockets.

Draco crossed his arms and leaned against the casement. He looked at his companion reflectively as Harry pulled out a small pouch from his pockets and began to roll a couple of cigarettes. Draco watched in fascination as his fingers worked deftly. He narrowed his eyes as Harry’s tongue darted out, licking the cigarette paper and sealing it with a practised hand. Harry lighted the cigarettes and held one out to his companion. Draco took the proffered stick and sat down before him.

They sat in silence, watching the smoke curl in the air. Draco breathed deeply, the smoke stinging his eyes. Harry touched his shoulder, encouraging him to turn. He obeyed, spinning in the space between Harry’s knees until he rested against his companion’s chest. An arm slid around his chest, hugging him loosely. Draco looked up and saw a small smile curling his companion’s lips. Cool fingers made their way up the slope of his shoulder, stroking his neck and tugging at his hair. The grip tightened, and he found himself being pulled sideways as Harry edged closer and pressed his lips firmly against his. Draco’s lips parted against his companion’s insistent probing and his eyelids fluttered as Harry exhaled gently. The smoke seared his throat and filled his lungs; the heady mixture and the feel of Harry probing inside his mouth made him giddy. His hand dropped onto Harry’s knee, as he melded into his embrace. Harry pulled away, and gazed at Draco through the thin veil of smoke.

“Why do you doubt me?” Harry asked softly.

Draco took a final drag from his cigarette and flicked the stub carelessly out of the window. He leaned into Harry, gently pressing their mouths together and exhaled, the taste of tobacco seemed bitter on his tongue. He watched as Harry turned his face aside, tilted his head back and blew smoke circles in the air. “I need to know.” Draco pulled away and made to stand but Harry stilled him with a grip on his wrist.

“Draco,” Harry said. A pause, then softly, “You know that you are precious to me.”

Draco lowered his eyes, but said nothing. He shifted slightly and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder; his arm curving loosely around Harry’s torso. He pressed his face against Harry’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent. “Hmm. Is that all?” he pressed on.

Harry drew him into his embrace, and tucked his head under his chin. “I meant what I said, Draco. You know that.” He ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, tugging at the blond strands. The grip on his torso tightened, and Draco’s breath felt hot against his skin. Harry flicked his cigarette stub away and put his left hand lightly on his companion’s back. “And yes, I meant every word I said.”

“Which was ..?” Draco prompted, wanting to hear, needing to hear the words again. He pressed his ear against Harry’s chest, and smiled inwardly as he detected the quickening of his companion’s heartbeat.

Harry pulled back slightly so that he could look Draco in the eyes. He staggered mentally as he found himself drowning in the darkened greyness of Draco’s eyes, eyes that seemed mainly pupils. He felt alternatively hot and cold, as Draco pressed their cheeks together. “Which was what, Harry?” Draco repeated urgently, his breath warm against Harry’s skin, sending goosebumps in its wake. He was so close, so tantalisingly close.

Harry arched an eyebrow, an amused smile curling his lips. He turned to face Draco, their lips almost touching as his arms curved possessively around his companion’s back.

“If you fall, I’ll fall with you. I will not let you jeopardise yourself without sharing the risk.” He brushed his lips fleetingly against Draco’s before pulling away.

Their eyes met. Draco needed his affirmation, he knew it, but he couldn’t express himself with words. Not adequately. He couldn’t tell Draco, he needed to show him.

He took hold of Draco’s left hand and pressed their palms together, as if to compare the length of their fingers. He interlaced their fingers and then brought them close to him. He placed a kiss on the back of Draco’s hand; the skin felt hot against his lips. He freed his fingers and slid off the window sill. He held out his hand, and drew Draco into his arms. He cupped Draco face and kissed him lingeringly. No more words, he vowed silently.

And then Draco was pressing into him, kissing him with fervour, like a drowning man gasping for breath. Fingers moved underneath his shirt; and he noticed with detached amusement that Draco’s hands were moving towards his waistband. He gripped Draco’s wrists, hard, stilling the movement.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked.

Draco stared at him from beneath his fringe. He tilted his head coquettish, painfully aware of his burning desire to possess the youth before him. He freed his wrists and began to unbutton Harry’s shirt deftly. “Well, Harry. Tell me what I should do?” Harry remained silent as Draco pushed his shirt off his shoulders; the sound of it rustling to the floor seemed overloud in his ears.

Then Draco was nudging him backwards towards the couch. Harry smiled as he caught the intense look on Draco’s face. A thrill coursed through him and he felt paralysed by the emotions that he saw burning in the darkened grey eyes – a potent mixture of lust, desire and love.

“I want you, Harry,” Draco’s voice was thick with barely controlled emotions. “I need you now.”

Harry looked at him for long moments and gave him a slow sensuous smile. “I know,” he said, his voice falling to a whisper. “I know …”

* * *

A glow seemed to radiate around their bodies as they lay in silence in the artificial dusk. Their bodies were hot and slick with a satiny sheen of sweat, and Draco shivered as he slowly came to consciousness. He shifted and laid his head on Harry’s chest. Harry’s fingers tangled idly in his hair, then moving down to the nape of his neck, rubbing gently. Draco’s arms tightened around him, as he curled a foot under his calves and ran his toes in circles on his skin.

Presently, Draco sighed and slowly opened his eyes. He looked up and had to fight the urge to drown in his companion’s eyes; instead he settled for a sigh and slid his eyes closed again. Harry glanced down; a small smile curved his lips as he saw Draco’s closed eyes. He ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, watching the blond strands separate and slip between his fingers.

“Hm, you’re awake,” he said teasingly. Draco hummed sleepily and nuzzled against his skin. Harry stroked his back idly, drawing random pattern on the milky pale skin. Draco grunted softly; he was sated, both emotionally and physically. He wanted to stay curled up against Harry, like a contented animal, secure in the knowledge that Harry had truly forgiven him. He felt full, comfortable and safe.

Harry chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You still doubt me?”

Draco sat up slowly and stretched languidly. He felt Harry shift beside him, and they were sitting side by side. He smiled warmly as he threaded his fingers through Harry’s. What was there to doubt? He shook his head once and lowered his eyes.

“Come here,” Harry said quietly, as he wind his arm around Draco from behind. Draco leaned back against his companion, sighing softly at the light brush of Harry’s lips against his temple. “You are precious to me, Draco. Understand this, and don’t you ever forget.”

Draco stiffened slightly, startled by the fierce conviction evident in Harry’s eyes. He felt a cold prickling starting at the back of his neck. He nodded mutely.

“Pointless,” Harry hissed sharply as he stared resolutely at the ceiling.

“What is?” Draco raised his brow in surprise, thrown off by the terse declaration.

Harry retrieved his hand and pushed his hair back roughly. “This war,” he snorted disdainfully. “I had so much hope when I found out I was a wizard. I thought I would be free from my relatives. They kept me downtrodden for years, treated me like some disease. They told me I was a freak, repeatedly, so much so that I believed I was.” Harry’s lips thinned into a grimace. Draco stared at him, troubled. “I thought I would be happy here at school, amongst freaks like me. But you know what? It got worse … some maniac was bent on killing me. At first I fought because I thought it was the right thing to do. To save my friends, to uphold justice … and you know what?”

Draco shook his head, shaken by the look of cold hatred in Harry’s eyes.

“I don’t give a damn anymore. I want my life back … not as some saviour of this Wizarding world. I have had enough being made a pawn by everybody,” Harry’s grip tightened painfully on Draco’s shoulder. “Do you realise how stupid a war for something trivial like immortality is? Do you?” When Draco remained silent, he continued bitterly. “Don’t they stop to think how much it matters after the Wizarding world as we know it been soaked in blood? How many more have to die? And who’s to say which side is right?”

“Harry …,” Draco’s grip tightened on Harry’s arm, willing him to come back from where his mind had wandered. Harry smiled wistfully, as he reached out to touch Draco’s cheek.

“By the time Voldemort was resurrected, I was seriously in doubt of the meaning of what I was doing, or what I was supposed to do,” A pause, then quietly. “And coming to know you … I made up my mind that all this stupidity had to stop. I have decided that I will fight for myself and I will survive, no matter what the outcome of this war turns out to be. I won’t be beholden to anyone. Don’t you see, I don’t care for either side. None of this foolishness matters.” Harry paused reflectively.

Draco tilted his head questioningly.

“I will survive, so will you. I don’t want someone I’d have to protect, Draco. I don’t want the pain of losing someone because I am unable to protect them. I want a survivor, someone who’ll fight for himself … someone who won’t die on me.” Harry looked at him for long moments. “You give me all that, Draco. And you don’t put me on a pedestal to be paraded like some freak. You kept me grounded ... that’s why you are precious to me.”

As you are to me, Draco mouthed silently. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to stem the hot tears that were threatening to fall. He had trouble focusing and really had no idea how to react. He shivered reflexively, causing Harry to smile.

“I’m sorry if I bored you,” Harry whispered, the look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t sure.
Draco shook his head, his hands tightening on Harry’s forearms. “Don’t you ever think that,” he said fiercely. “I understand, and I won’t forget.”

Harry looked at his hands and gently removed them from his forearms. He ran a hand up Draco’s arm and gripped his elbow lightly. He pulled Draco towards him, his free hand moving up to caress the blond’s cheek. Draco sighed and shifted onto his lap, his hand moving slowly up Harry’s chest. Harry stroked his sides absently, tracing languid patterns with his fingers. For a moment he said nothing until Draco had settled against him, his skin hot and slick where they connected.

“Hm,” he murmured softly, his hand moving to cup the back of Draco’s head, guiding him into a kiss. Draco’s hands tightened on his shoulders, as he hummed softly with pleasure. “I trust you, Draco. With all I have. You are precious to me.” Harry whispered with conviction, as he moved beneath Draco. Draco’s eyes snapped wide open as the grip on his back tightened, and he realised just how aroused his companion was.

Harry pulled back momentarily to drink in his expression; the sight of Draco’s half-parted lips, dishevelled hair and glimmering eyes brought a surge of primal desire through him. He tilted Draco’s head to one side, and traced his fingers slowly up the jaw line to his temples. Draco’s arms dropped limply by his sides as Harry pressed his lips into the hollow of his neck and marked him. He hummed softly as Harry ran his fingers on his skin, igniting little fires of desire through his body.

“Harry …,” he whispered breathlessly as Harry clasped his hips and nudged him gently. A small smile curled Harry’s lips as Draco blushed coyly, his nerves jumping and his skin hypersensitive. “Wait,” Draco shifted onto his knees. He stilled his companion with one hand firmly on his sternum, the other scrabbling between the cushions for the tube of salve they had discarded earlier. Harry held his gaze as Draco found his prize and coated his fingers, then reached behind him and rubbed the salve liberally over his erection. Draco nodded slightly, giving tacit permission. His inhibitions vanished as his ardour took control.

Draco threw his head back, mewling shrilly as Harry moved underneath him again. He had learned the pleasure of giving pleasure with Harry and his body responded automatically. His cries were cut off as Harry leaned up and caught his lips. He trembled violently as Harry pressed into him urgently. He clawed blindly at Harry’s chest, nails marking red welts on his companion skin. He arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut, a primitive groan escaping his lips.

“Draco …,” Harry breathed raggedly against Draco’s neck. His fingers dug into the swell of Draco’s hips, as he fervently kissed every part of Draco he could reach. Draco bucked against him, sweat dampening his forehead and tears glittering on his eyelashes. He clutched at Harry, and arched into him, pressing his companion’s face against his chest. Harry chuckled as he pulled Draco against him brusquely, his nerves screaming from the friction of their bodies melding together. He lifted his hand to tangle roughly in Draco’s tousled hair, sending sharp arrows of pain through the blond. Draco bit his lip, as his nails scored Harry’s back. He grinned inwardly as Harry hissed sharply, but his grin faded and he gasped as Harry lunged at him and sealed his mouth in a searing kiss. He could barely breathe, as the wicked sensations overwhelmed him.

Draco shuddered and ground down just as Harry arched into him. He couldn’t help making incoherent sounds; his eyes slid shut as his hands moved up to grip his own hair. He focussed on pleasuring Harry and was eventually rewarded by a guttural grunt. He stiffened as bolts of pleasure burned through his skin, sending sparks behind his lids. A slow paralysis started down his neck, working its way down his spine. He was so hot, his nerves were on fire, he trembled violently and cried shrilly. He felt his muscles tightened down, and he spasmed as his body made the crossover from tension to relief.

Arms curved around him in a possessive grip, nails raking his back repeatedly.

His eyes snapped open and locked onto a pair of smouldering green eyes. His gasp died unvoiced as a dark, chilling smile curled Harry’s lips. He hissed sharply as Harry twisted and rolled him onto his back. Harry’s smile broadened as he drank in the sight of Draco, his dishevelled blond hair contrasting starkly against the dark material of the couch, lashes glimmered wetly with tears and lips reddened by his fervent kisses. He thrust urgently into Draco even as long, elegant legs linked behind his back. His hands curled behind Draco’s back, as he pressed his lips close to the blond’s ear.

“Mine.” He declared with chilling conviction.

Draco nodded, his eyes sliding shut, his voice falling into a whisper, “Yours.”

End of cycle.
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© Zed Adams Posession, Obsession & Mine Cycle
Completed: Wednesday, 18 June 2003; 12:30:49 PM (MYS)

Part 1: Possession Part 2: Obsession

Footnote:
This series were written prior to Book5 release.

This particular characterisation of both Harry and Draco may seem odd, and to some extent shocking to those readers who are more used to a H/D relationship of the romantic kind. In a strange way, this Draco spoke canon to me, if canon Draco ends up with Harry. It made sense that he'd be that territorial and violent about coveting Harry. As for Harry, to me, he really did not have a smooth time at school. It won’t be totally improbable for him to be jaded and hardened as he grew older.

My boys’ affection and love may be idealistic. That is the way I see them, for I believe that love, trust and loyalty to each other will survive everything and anything that life throw in their path. To paraphrase E.M. Forster, “Like Edward Carpenter, I believe that Uranians remained loyal to each other for ever. Even if loyalty cannot be counted on, it can always be hoped for and be worked towards and may flourish in the most unlikely soil.”

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