Is The Body More Sensitive During Menstruation

Fragments A broken

Title: Broken Shards
Author: nefene
Beta : acardia17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Lemon, does not take account of the last book, sensitive issues
Genre: Angst, Romance
Summary: Harry falls, but Draco keeps him standing.
Words: about 1500
Notes: Draco and Harry
♥ How much I missed *-* The title refers to the title of a book (which was also a film) "Girl , interrupted "A big thanks to
acardia17 ... How would I do without her? \u0026lt;3 The story

Nocturne Alley - The story Fanworld.it

Fragments Broken

I.

The foam is soft and warm in his hands, the scent of lemon. Harry grabs a plate and wash it with studied gestures and slow, but after a while if he feels it slipping from his fingers like a fish in the hands of a child, then fall into the sink splashing water on his face. Puffing loud, annoyed.

" What's happening?" asked a voice behind him. The arms are wrapped around the waist, pulling back until his back leaning on a thin chest and warm. A heavy wool sweater and the rough pinches my neck. "I heard you blow like a mad cat even from the other room ..."

Draco's laying a light kiss on the skin behind the ear lobe and then chews up the tender, feeling him relax a little in his arms.

" I slide the dishes," Harry whispered in a tone of angry. Withdraw your hands from the water they were still immersed up to the wrists and on their door thighs, tightening the apron light green cloth that covers the clothes. Collapse fists until the knuckles whitened. Dry fingers are placed on her, forcing it to loosen its grip in which they were tightened. Caress their uncontrollable shaking, massaging nodes contracts with lenses and light touches, trying to calm him a little.

" Why not wash them together?" Draco offers, persuasive and malicious. Leads their hands in the hot, white foam covering up the forearms. It takes a dish from the dishes stacked on the bottom of the sink, look for the sponge with a slight rocking, and then store it in the palm of Harry, who tightens the grip insecure.

With one hand holding the porcelain firm, raised, while the other accompanies the gestures unstable and irregular with which Harry rubbed the smooth surface. With his travels in an impalpable caress the curve of her neck, causing slight shiver of pleasure.

" See? If we do not slip together, "Draco whispered. Harry moves his head just nodded, biting her lip in an effort to keep the focus on their movements.

II.

Harry's body is a patchwork of scars.

Draco it goes through the drawings with his hands and lips, while the groans of the other thin melt a little, the constant pain that compresses the heart.

soft kisses the hollow of her groin and gestures with studied slowness touch his erection, awakening the whole.

raises his head to see Harry's face. A long white scar breaks in two expression. Draco already caressing your skin red and shiny with sweat on his chest, barely illuminated by the light dell'abat dim lamp, then it changes and takes his penis in her mouth, enjoying the groan choked with which the gesture is welcomed.

nodded his head while massaging with one hand frantically. The sides of Harry remain helpless, abandoned against the mattress, but his fingers are entwined with blond hair and smooth hair of Draco, and just pull when they rub teeth with light sensitive skin and tend his lips into a smile.

Draco comes first, with whispers nonsensical Smothering penis in her mouth. Harry soon after, while shaking hands warm and wet around his hips.

hot and panting, dragging Draco up to his bedside, then shaking his arms, bringing him to lay his head against his chest. Tickling the eyelashes thin skin, heavy breathing that slowly warms the chest is smoother and quieter. He closes his eyes waiting for sleep, but his voice anxious and worried about Harry breaks the quiet of the room: "I think ... I think it's really very late. My aunt and uncle will be angry, you better go home. "

Draco's lips are stretched into a bitter smile, while his mind clouded frantically trying something to argue, to go along with that. Invisible bonds tightening around his heart again. "No, it's too late. You can stay here a while '. Forever, if you like ... If you do not have to return to face their anger, no? "He says tenderly stroking his cheek, hoping that enough to convince him. At that moment, Harry is in another place and another time.

under your fingers feel the twitch in his face and a thoughtful expression of doubt, then relax in the kiss pressed against his forehead.

" I ... Yes, I believe I could be here. At least a bit ', if not disturbing. I like being here, "he finally answered uncertainly.

" no problems at all. I also like to be here with you. Now go to sleep, "whispered Draco raised squeezing more tightly in his arms. Make sure that Harry falls into a deep and peaceful sleep and is staring at the ceiling illuminated by the thin wooden lamp on his bedside until he feels the body that holds the arms to relax. Only then closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

not turn off the light, Harry is afraid of the dark.

III.

put the key in the lock of the door of dark wood and massive. Enter the room, shakes off the snow and cold and being welcomed homely environment. "Harry?" Calls, while lever jacket and boots wet, then put a pair of slippers with soft and warm.

" I'm here," replied a voice from the living room. Relief fills the lungs, his voice calm and quiet. The knowledge that that day should not explain who is and that makes us in his house .

Harry is sitting on the sofa, covered in colored diamonds on my knees and close a steaming cup in her hands. The little TV is on, images of dragons and castles across the screen. Draco's lips are rolled in a melancholy smile, while sitting too.

" is fun," said Harry. "The way we see, I want to tell." Stay silent for a few minutes with his eyes fixed on the film, seems lost in himself, in memories that belong at another time. "I miss him, you know?" Then whispers, looking down on the floor.

" Mmm," Draco whispered, leaning his head against his shoulder. Lower eyelids, letting the warmth of the room and contact the wrap, removing the fatigue accumulated during the day. "There is no place for us in that world, Harry."

" I know! I know, I just say that I miss. The magic and Hogwarts. And some people, "he says, quietly and resigned. Laying a hand through Draco's hair, and remain seated in silence, standing in an embrace fully aware.

" We could go back, if you want to see that ... happens. If you want, "Draco whispered in a tone of uncertainty after a few minutes, his heart beats wildly, full of fear. He should stand trial, and the wizarding world would discover that his acclaimed Salvatore is still alive - not a martyr, killed and dismembered by a handful of ex-Death Eaters - but broken in body and mind.

he probably would end in Azkaban - Harry to have saved from certain death would not be enough to clear him, but ... caged in the indictment kidnapping. Harry would be locked up in a hospital antiseptic and impersonal, hidden like a puppet with no will.

not know exactly what accadebbre, but in any case all they have there who created some bills creased with fatigue and fringes of a past destroyed, would cease to exist.

" Back ... where? "asks Harry. Draco raises his face to look at him and sees his eyes wide open in an expression ignorant and defenseless. The time is over. Just as well is Draco finds herself thinking, a sense of guilt that nags at her chest.

" In that place where they make the chocolate cakes that you love so much," he says, addressing an open smile and affectionate. "Tomorrow does not work, the store remains closed. We could take a walk around here and then go into the country. "

" Yes! I'd love to, "he says, brightening at the enthusiasm. It just sticks out and meet the lips of the other. They exchange a kiss slow and deep. The bitterness and remorse slip away from the heart of Draco.

IV.

There is a small cardboard box in the bottom drawer of the bedside table of Draco.

contains a few objects that occupy the bottom of the dish neatly, ghosts of a past too far.

A key to the rusty metal, access to a place where Harry had hidden and where he was nearly killed. A photograph shows them years before - even when the choice seemed a distant mark - happy and carefree, hidden in one of many rooms of Hogwarts. Some letters wrinkled. A broken wand.

There is a small cardboard box in the bottom drawer of the bedside table of Draco.

A thick layer of dust or dirt on the cover.

Finish.