Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9

Fu Inle

Flight815kitsune

 

 

I am so sorry that it took me so long to update! Trust me though; I do have a good excuse.

You see, what happened was that I literally fell off the earth. Don't ask me how, I don't know. I think it was pirate ghosts. Or flying monkeys…IT WAS DARK!

Okay, so I'm all floating in space and stuff, and I decide that I need to get home to type some more for my fans. Somehow able to breathe in space, I managed to gather space junk and an abandoned Russian satellite to make a pair of gravity boots.

I succeeded in making the shoes, even without any tools. However, I hadn't really planned my re-entry. I sustained burns upon reaching the atmosphere, then promptly plummeted to earth. I landed somewhere in South America with a broken leg and burns on my feet. Thankfully, I was taken in to a church-ran hospital. The only problem is that I don't speak much Spanish and they only spoke Spanish and I think Portuguese or something. Fate finally showed up two weeks ago, however, when I was rescued fully recuperated by a traveling vacuum salesman. He managed to sneak me back into the US in a suck-o-matic. Over the past two weeks, I have been making my way home by hitchhiking with a few interesting people. There were three serial killers, a talking dog, a suicidal rabbi, and my great great-great-grand-uncle twice removed.

 

…see. Told you it was a good excuse.

Actually, there were college apps. And a friend committed suicide. But that's not as good of an excuse, or at least not as elaborate and optimistic.

 

Now, to what you really came for. Remember warnings from earlier?

 

 

I'll make you tell me.

 

“Harry?! I…We can't.” Panic starts to set in.

I shouldn't have encouraged him. Now he's going to want everything. I can't let him. It's too close to the mission. I have no idea what we're doing, but

 

Interrupted by touches. Harry's face a breath away. That tongue peeking out from between those semi-chapped lips.

 

 

“We can't. I…”

 

Thoughts broken by a rough, sloppy Gryffindor kiss.

 

“Stop…”

 

Too late. Harry's fingers trail down his stomach again. Lips follow in hot pursuit. He pauses for only an instant, still unsure if he should listen to the protest.

Then, those lips. Hot. Wet. Perfection. That tongue, his only thought, for at least a moment.

 

Hands burying without a thought into the messy dark hair. A gasp the only sound to escape the unsure Slytherin.

 

Harry pulls away slowly, using his tongue to elicit any response. Panting is enough of a sign of approval for him to continue. Taking the drops of precum with one deft movement. Swallowing. Sucking. Sighing.

Time lasts for what appears to be forever. Draco bites his lip, unable to control anything else. Meeting the stimulation with each movement of his hips. Harry's hands moving upwards, one rests on his thigh. The other continues on it's upward path stopping to touch his testicles. Squeezing just hard enough. Feeling the pulse quicken.

Breaking his previous silence with a breathy, “Stop…” Disengaging his fingers from the dark hair. Pushing Harry away, “I…I'm…” Thrusting one last time. Too late.

 

He comes, and everything is perfect.

Harry's eyes meet his as he swallows the result.

 

“Draco? You can let go of my shoulder.”

 

Snapped back to reality, he releases his death-grip. “I'm sorry…why did you…?”

 

“You're fast…”

 

Blushing, Draco starts to object.

 

“No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, you owe me some answers.”

 

“So you decided to break the ice by…” He won't say it.

 

“Why are you so afraid of me?”

 

“What?”

 

“Before, you were begging me to stop, why? You weren't afraid of getting caught. I can tell when you're lying to me.”

 

“It's nothing.” He quickly zips up his pants.

 

“Lying.” He pushes his glasses back to their proper position. Harry sighs. “It involves your father, doesn't it?”

 

“Shut up.”

“Why? I've answered all of your questions, haven't I? How about we start simple, then? What were you saying to yourself earlier? The torture-y thing.”

 

“Le bois tortu fait le feud droit? It means, a crooked stick makes a straight flame.” He mutters softly.

 

“Explain. Oh, and does it have to do with ma père?” His accent is horrible, but the words ring clear as day.

 

Draco freezes. “Where did you here that?”

 

“It was one of the things you said in your sleep.”

 

“Ignore it.” The cold rushes back.

 

“Well, then. What about the scars?”

 

Silence.

 

“It's all him, isn't it? What the fuck did he do to you?”

 

Silence.

 

“Tell me, what did that bastard do?”

 

Draco laughs softly. “The better question would be what he didn't.”

 

“He caused the scars. He poisoned you. He made you…practically bipolar. What the hell did he do?”

 

“He had fun.” The words are simple, but heavy.

 

“What's that supposed to mean?”

 

“Why the fuck do you think I have nightmares? Why do you think I scream? Why do you think I know a binding spell? Why the fuck do you think I `acted scared'?” A faint trembling has joined his anger.

 

“Shit.” Realization sinks in. “He…didn't. He…He would have been caught. They would have thrown him in jail at the first sign…”

 

“Not unless it's reported to the ministry, Potter. Not unless he is caught alone. Not if the Dark Lord is in on it.” Tears rush forth to be held back.

 

“I'll kill him.”

 

“Why?” why do you rush to defend me? Why do you care?

 

Silence.

 

“You wouldn't win.”

 

“How could you say that?”

 

“Because it's nothing, it doesn't concern you, and he knows what he's doing. Just…drop it, okay?”

 

“You don't want him dead?”

 

“I said it doesn't concern you. I don't need a hero.” He stands up, trying to fix his clothes.

 

Harry copies him, then simply stares.

 

“What?” Draco sneers under the green gaze.

 

Footsteps cross the floor above them. There is a soft knock on the door.

 

“We're ready, so can the two of you…um…get up here?” Hermione's voice announces.

 

Harry takes this as his cue. He sighs, “Nothing” and goes up the stairs.

 

 

 

Sorry that I had to leave it like this! Trust me, I'll update soon!