Chpt. 10. Odi Et Amo. Dreaming into walls.
Chpt. 10
I hate and love. Ignorant fish, who wants the fish, who even wants the fly while withering.
- Cattulus
After he’s told Hermione that the Sword is gone she is full of relief and surprise. Oddly enough Harry expected her to finally say that perhaps they should ask the Order for help.
“Neville and you are going to stay together.” Hermione has this manic obsessed look in her eyes.
“Neville?” He knows Neville as someone who even when he’s scared he’s braves it. However, though his abilities have improved vastly, he’s still having to think too long for what he thinks is the best incantation.
“He’s better at Side-Along Apparation then any of us.”
Harry’s still bemused, but accepts this. Shaking his head he tiredly says,
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I need some sleep.” Hermione nods waving him off.
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The pure anger coming off Percy creates trepidation in Harry. He’s afraid of saying something that will further the yelling spree Percy is having.
“-THREE FUCKING DAYS! I DON’T CARE IF YOU GOT BUSY! - I’M SO…” His shoulder are heaving, this slow rising and falling of them enforcing Harry’s vision of Mrs. Weasley in the same position.
Harry thinks it would be a bad idea to mention Ron. Besides he privately is happy about this outburst. The redhead would have once just been quiet and not said anything.
There is terrible twisted warmth in Harry’s chest. Percy’s no longer yelling but hissing out the sentences he’s already said.
“- I was fuckin’ worried! I didn’t know where you go! Don’t know who you’re with…”
Harry hugs Percy, breathing in the soap; strawberry and ink smell that is Percy, just because he can.
Percy stiffens but then his arms go around Harry, each hand gripping his shoulders as the body of the older man hold him as tightly as Harry clings to him.
Harry can read as many things in Percy’s actions. Enough things that he hides a grin into the neck that he tries to kiss softly.
I love you.
--- ----
Harry suspects he will one day be dyed pink by the sheer force of his blushes.
Percy is not acknowledging them as he undresses watching Harry press the covers tight around his waist.
“Um, can I look at you tonight?” He’s mortified at saying these words, but he knows that in the beginning it’s painful for him, while for Percy it is a great pleasure.
Hooded brown eyes stare at him; nodding Percy undoes his trousers sliding them past his slight hips and the line of coarse hair by his navel.
Harry’s eyes follow to that long thickly veined cock that he’s learnt to acquire a taste for. His backside clenches through the unfurling desire in his stomach. His breathing comes hard and in his stomach he feels a sort of pain as Percy comes to his side of the bed and lifts the covers.
Turning even redder at the thought of Percy climbing on top of him. His body trembles slightly. Percy hums as he slides in; Harry moves his legs apart as one of Percy’s knees goes in there.
Breathing becomes something more laboured as their skin comes in such close contact. The blankets are around Percy’s waist as he leans over Harry on all fours. His red curls falling over his face, close enough so Harry can see him.
Harry runs his hands down the back feeling for muscles he knows Percy doesn’t have. He even pushes the blanket down to feel the buttocks that are very round and softer than his.
Percy suddenly pushes himself up and sits back on his knees. He moves Harry’s knees on either side of him. Rubbing Harry left knee as the younger man stills and tenses.
“I need to get you ready, don’t I?” Harry nods. Humiliating thrums of feeling going through his body as Percy stares at his naked body.
He knows its painful being penetrated but he still wants it. He keeps clenching and other than going to his cock, blood seems to rush right there.
Percy spreads his legs further.
“We need a pillow.” Harry grabs the one beside his head.
With his legs tilted up further Percy starts to put some more lubricant on his fingers.
Percy’s right hand is playing with Harry’s cock, and gathering some of the precome and spreading around. His cold wet fingers tracing from behind his balls to his hole has Harry wriggling around.
Percy’s breathing hard, locking eyes with Harry whose silent moans are beginning to come out.
The finger starts to circle Harry’s hold pressing in and out slightly further each push. The hand on his cock starts to lightly jerk him off.
A second finger joins that first one,
“Percy?” Harry whispers.
Percy stares at him.
“Faster?” More heat, Percy ‘s eyes becoming impossibly dark and suddenly those fingers are fucking his arse, and the pain is swift and Harry flinches but Percy’s growls allow it to be all right.
Harry adjusts to it, though he’s afraid of Percy being way too rough when penetrating him.
It’s correct for him to fear this because Percy’s other hand is gripping his leg tightly. The older man’s breathing coming in pants as he tries to gain control. Harry squirms under the intensity of Percy’s stare. The fingers withdraw leaving Harry feeling stretched and ready to be taken.
Harry feels ridiculous with his arse propped up like this and Percy staring at it with his swollen lips parted doesn’t help.
He has to look away when he sees Percy grabbing his thick cock and steer it to Harry’s tiny arseholes. It burns and though he’s lubricated it feels as though the hairs, that surround that arse, are being ripped from his skin.
Uncomfortably he can feel Percy shift as he pushes further in. Holding Harry’s leg higher by the thigh, breathy moans coming out as he sinks in further.
Harry’s breathing catches in his chest as he turns his head and tries not to throw Percy off of him.
Percy starts moving inside of him. Harry hand is on his chest.
“Just… wait…” His eyes are squeezed shut and sweat is coming down his face. His fingers dig into Percy’s skin.
Harry shifts his hips, ignoring the gasps that Percy makes.
“Maybe…” Harry grunts and Percy starts moving, the redheads’ body shaking. Harry moves with him and the pain dissipates but refuses to disappear completely.
When Percy starts to move around slowly, he hits Harry’s prostate. Harry lets out a small pained cry his senses overblown with pleasure.
“Right there!” This is what he was looking for. Letting out small cries as Percy starts to thrust against it. Harry’s eyes are still shut as he moves against Percy, hitting that spot.
Percy hooks the back of Harry’s knees over his arm as he pushes in harder. Harry opens his eyes to see Percy’s mouth contorted into bared teeth as the moans escape him. Bent in half he holds onto Percy’s arms and grabs the back of his neck as the thrusts become harder.
Harry is groaning and his arse in on fire with need. He wants to touch his cock but more than that it seems he wants to kiss those lips that are the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
It isn’t possible with him bent like this and arching his back every time he feels like his body is singing… instead their tongues just touch each other before Harry becomes a quivering mess, screams, moans coming out of him. Percy goes faster and harder and the seconds of slapping flesh are too much for Harry…
When he comes it’s a silent scream he doesn’t even realize happening.
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He can still feel Percy’s come all wet in his arse. His arseholes keeps clenching and unclenching, allowing it to seep out. He’s still breathing harshly and his entire body is lethargic.
Percy’s hot body is stretched out in satiation.
Harry sucks in a breath when he feels a hand on his stomach. Percy is staring at Harry with hooded eyes. Not for the first time Harry finds it strange that they both are nearsighted. However considering most people who wear glasses all the time are…
“Hey.” Harry’s eyes flutter open
“Hm?” His tired and curls up to tuck his head underneath Percy’s chin.
“Shouldn’t we get cleaned up?” Harry just replies with another noise. He’s too tired and will be damned if he’s going to be doing the work.
Percy runs a cold cloth down his body. Their eyes are locked as Percy cleans between Harry’s legs; he has a finger in Harry’s arse gain. Harry can imagine what is on Percy’s finger as he licks it off.
“’m tired.” Harry tries hard to articulate.
Percy laughs, warming Harry more. Harry cocks his head to the side his lips swollen; his eyes bright and face full of remnants of sweat.
But Percy leaning over him on one elbow and his other hand, rubbing all over Harry, he looks more than a god to Harry. With his curls all over the place, a visible tooth mark on his neck, scratches on his collarbone and most likely all down his back.
I love you.
---- -----
Neville is mostly quiet and when he does say something its soft. Harry thinks of Neville as one of the saddest people he has ever met.
“Harry, why here?” Harry shakes his head and smiles at Neville over his shoulder.
“We’ve been in that house looking for over four hours. We need to check this place out.” Harry figures nothing will be found in the garden shed but it is worth a shot.
Neville gives a doubtful look.
It smells of black mould and the tools are rusted with small red spiders crawling over them. There is moistness most probably from the frost that hasn’t melted yet. Neville lets out a sneeze.
It seems colder in here than outside, Harry’s breaths are like mushroom cloud explosions. He jumps slightly when Neville crashes into an old wheelbarrow. Neville is just standing there with a sort of petrified look on his face.
“Do you think it could be here?” Neville’s voice shakes but otherwise Harry thinks he knows that there is a piece of Dark Magic in here.
Picking up satchels and trying to avoid rusted nails proves to be tedious.
“Nev-“ Neville is just sort-of gravitating around the room in search of something.
“What?” Neville holds his body with his ear out as though he’s listening for something. Harry’s mouth twitches.
“What are you doing?” Neville looks ridiculous going around like an airplane without wings.
“Can’t you feel it?” Neville’s voice is only a whisper.
Harry shakes his head. Neville doesn’t see him. He is going near a woodpile and he starts moving it. Harry helps him to push it, but stands more to the side when Neville starts rubbing his hands on the stained floor.
“There’s something under here.”
Tapping his wand on it, Harry only manages to only crack the wood. Neville is still feeling around, his gentle gardener’s hands trying to find something. Harry finds a crowbar that leaves orange rust on his fingers. Neville takes it and puts it in a specific crack, trying to rip open the floor.
When the floor has a hole in it, Neville begins to reach down. Harry grabs his arm.
“Don’t.” Harry tries to find something, with thoughts of the monster in the Orphanage in his mind. The tips of his fingers touch cold metal. He wraps his hand around it and pulls it out.
The Hufflepuff Cup is no longer gold, but a dull charred silver.
Neville’s trembling.
Harry can feel the magic pulsating, but this is just feeling the beat of his own heart.
“Harry…”
“What does it feel like?” Harry feels so normal, if a tiny bit more than normal with this in his hand.
“Evil. Harry, we have to get rid of it.” Neville has his scared but determined face on.
Harry nods. “Help me.” Neville nods but looks confused. Harry grabs his hand.
“Show me how it feels.” Harry knows now that a person can show by just touch a powerful feeling.
Neville closes his eyes; Harry can feel the Cup try to reject this. Harry tries and does accept.
Letting go of Neville, Harry furrows all those feelings into whatever of Voldemort’s soul that is a part of him.
Harry can’t feel any of the feelings his felt the last time, in fact the only feeling is of longing for whatever is inside of this thing. His hands shake every nerve in his hand is shot, the Cup cracks and black smoke that smells acidic comes out before it falls to the ground.
Both are quiet.
Neville lets out another sneeze.
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Chpt.11
I hate and love. Ignorant fish, who wants the fish, who even wants the fly while withering.
- Cattulus
After he’s told Hermione that the Sword is gone she is full of relief and surprise. Oddly enough Harry expected her to finally say that perhaps they should ask the Order for help.
“Neville and you are going to stay together.” Hermione has this manic obsessed look in her eyes.
“Neville?” He knows Neville as someone who even when he’s scared he’s braves it. However, though his abilities have improved vastly, he’s still having to think too long for what he thinks is the best incantation.
“He’s better at Side-Along Apparation then any of us.”
Harry’s still bemused, but accepts this. Shaking his head he tiredly says,
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I need some sleep.” Hermione nods waving him off.
---- ------
The pure anger coming off Percy creates trepidation in Harry. He’s afraid of saying something that will further the yelling spree Percy is having.
“-THREE FUCKING DAYS! I DON’T CARE IF YOU GOT BUSY! - I’M SO…” His shoulder are heaving, this slow rising and falling of them enforcing Harry’s vision of Mrs. Weasley in the same position.
Harry thinks it would be a bad idea to mention Ron. Besides he privately is happy about this outburst. The redhead would have once just been quiet and not said anything.
There is terrible twisted warmth in Harry’s chest. Percy’s no longer yelling but hissing out the sentences he’s already said.
“- I was fuckin’ worried! I didn’t know where you go! Don’t know who you’re with…”
Harry hugs Percy, breathing in the soap; strawberry and ink smell that is Percy, just because he can.
Percy stiffens but then his arms go around Harry, each hand gripping his shoulders as the body of the older man hold him as tightly as Harry clings to him.
Harry can read as many things in Percy’s actions. Enough things that he hides a grin into the neck that he tries to kiss softly.
I love you.
--- ----
Harry suspects he will one day be dyed pink by the sheer force of his blushes.
Percy is not acknowledging them as he undresses watching Harry press the covers tight around his waist.
“Um, can I look at you tonight?” He’s mortified at saying these words, but he knows that in the beginning it’s painful for him, while for Percy it is a great pleasure.
Hooded brown eyes stare at him; nodding Percy undoes his trousers sliding them past his slight hips and the line of coarse hair by his navel.
Harry’s eyes follow to that long thickly veined cock that he’s learnt to acquire a taste for. His backside clenches through the unfurling desire in his stomach. His breathing comes hard and in his stomach he feels a sort of pain as Percy comes to his side of the bed and lifts the covers.
Turning even redder at the thought of Percy climbing on top of him. His body trembles slightly. Percy hums as he slides in; Harry moves his legs apart as one of Percy’s knees goes in there.
Breathing becomes something more laboured as their skin comes in such close contact. The blankets are around Percy’s waist as he leans over Harry on all fours. His red curls falling over his face, close enough so Harry can see him.
Harry runs his hands down the back feeling for muscles he knows Percy doesn’t have. He even pushes the blanket down to feel the buttocks that are very round and softer than his.
Percy suddenly pushes himself up and sits back on his knees. He moves Harry’s knees on either side of him. Rubbing Harry left knee as the younger man stills and tenses.
“I need to get you ready, don’t I?” Harry nods. Humiliating thrums of feeling going through his body as Percy stares at his naked body.
He knows its painful being penetrated but he still wants it. He keeps clenching and other than going to his cock, blood seems to rush right there.
Percy spreads his legs further.
“We need a pillow.” Harry grabs the one beside his head.
With his legs tilted up further Percy starts to put some more lubricant on his fingers.
Percy’s right hand is playing with Harry’s cock, and gathering some of the precome and spreading around. His cold wet fingers tracing from behind his balls to his hole has Harry wriggling around.
Percy’s breathing hard, locking eyes with Harry whose silent moans are beginning to come out.
The finger starts to circle Harry’s hold pressing in and out slightly further each push. The hand on his cock starts to lightly jerk him off.
A second finger joins that first one,
“Percy?” Harry whispers.
Percy stares at him.
“Faster?” More heat, Percy ‘s eyes becoming impossibly dark and suddenly those fingers are fucking his arse, and the pain is swift and Harry flinches but Percy’s growls allow it to be all right.
Harry adjusts to it, though he’s afraid of Percy being way too rough when penetrating him.
It’s correct for him to fear this because Percy’s other hand is gripping his leg tightly. The older man’s breathing coming in pants as he tries to gain control. Harry squirms under the intensity of Percy’s stare. The fingers withdraw leaving Harry feeling stretched and ready to be taken.
Harry feels ridiculous with his arse propped up like this and Percy staring at it with his swollen lips parted doesn’t help.
He has to look away when he sees Percy grabbing his thick cock and steer it to Harry’s tiny arseholes. It burns and though he’s lubricated it feels as though the hairs, that surround that arse, are being ripped from his skin.
Uncomfortably he can feel Percy shift as he pushes further in. Holding Harry’s leg higher by the thigh, breathy moans coming out as he sinks in further.
Harry’s breathing catches in his chest as he turns his head and tries not to throw Percy off of him.
Percy starts moving inside of him. Harry hand is on his chest.
“Just… wait…” His eyes are squeezed shut and sweat is coming down his face. His fingers dig into Percy’s skin.
Harry shifts his hips, ignoring the gasps that Percy makes.
“Maybe…” Harry grunts and Percy starts moving, the redheads’ body shaking. Harry moves with him and the pain dissipates but refuses to disappear completely.
When Percy starts to move around slowly, he hits Harry’s prostate. Harry lets out a small pained cry his senses overblown with pleasure.
“Right there!” This is what he was looking for. Letting out small cries as Percy starts to thrust against it. Harry’s eyes are still shut as he moves against Percy, hitting that spot.
Percy hooks the back of Harry’s knees over his arm as he pushes in harder. Harry opens his eyes to see Percy’s mouth contorted into bared teeth as the moans escape him. Bent in half he holds onto Percy’s arms and grabs the back of his neck as the thrusts become harder.
Harry is groaning and his arse in on fire with need. He wants to touch his cock but more than that it seems he wants to kiss those lips that are the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
It isn’t possible with him bent like this and arching his back every time he feels like his body is singing… instead their tongues just touch each other before Harry becomes a quivering mess, screams, moans coming out of him. Percy goes faster and harder and the seconds of slapping flesh are too much for Harry…
When he comes it’s a silent scream he doesn’t even realize happening.
----- ----
He can still feel Percy’s come all wet in his arse. His arseholes keeps clenching and unclenching, allowing it to seep out. He’s still breathing harshly and his entire body is lethargic.
Percy’s hot body is stretched out in satiation.
Harry sucks in a breath when he feels a hand on his stomach. Percy is staring at Harry with hooded eyes. Not for the first time Harry finds it strange that they both are nearsighted. However considering most people who wear glasses all the time are…
“Hey.” Harry’s eyes flutter open
“Hm?” His tired and curls up to tuck his head underneath Percy’s chin.
“Shouldn’t we get cleaned up?” Harry just replies with another noise. He’s too tired and will be damned if he’s going to be doing the work.
Percy runs a cold cloth down his body. Their eyes are locked as Percy cleans between Harry’s legs; he has a finger in Harry’s arse gain. Harry can imagine what is on Percy’s finger as he licks it off.
“’m tired.” Harry tries hard to articulate.
Percy laughs, warming Harry more. Harry cocks his head to the side his lips swollen; his eyes bright and face full of remnants of sweat.
But Percy leaning over him on one elbow and his other hand, rubbing all over Harry, he looks more than a god to Harry. With his curls all over the place, a visible tooth mark on his neck, scratches on his collarbone and most likely all down his back.
I love you.
---- -----
Neville is mostly quiet and when he does say something its soft. Harry thinks of Neville as one of the saddest people he has ever met.
“Harry, why here?” Harry shakes his head and smiles at Neville over his shoulder.
“We’ve been in that house looking for over four hours. We need to check this place out.” Harry figures nothing will be found in the garden shed but it is worth a shot.
Neville gives a doubtful look.
It smells of black mould and the tools are rusted with small red spiders crawling over them. There is moistness most probably from the frost that hasn’t melted yet. Neville lets out a sneeze.
It seems colder in here than outside, Harry’s breaths are like mushroom cloud explosions. He jumps slightly when Neville crashes into an old wheelbarrow. Neville is just standing there with a sort of petrified look on his face.
“Do you think it could be here?” Neville’s voice shakes but otherwise Harry thinks he knows that there is a piece of Dark Magic in here.
Picking up satchels and trying to avoid rusted nails proves to be tedious.
“Nev-“ Neville is just sort-of gravitating around the room in search of something.
“What?” Neville holds his body with his ear out as though he’s listening for something. Harry’s mouth twitches.
“What are you doing?” Neville looks ridiculous going around like an airplane without wings.
“Can’t you feel it?” Neville’s voice is only a whisper.
Harry shakes his head. Neville doesn’t see him. He is going near a woodpile and he starts moving it. Harry helps him to push it, but stands more to the side when Neville starts rubbing his hands on the stained floor.
“There’s something under here.”
Tapping his wand on it, Harry only manages to only crack the wood. Neville is still feeling around, his gentle gardener’s hands trying to find something. Harry finds a crowbar that leaves orange rust on his fingers. Neville takes it and puts it in a specific crack, trying to rip open the floor.
When the floor has a hole in it, Neville begins to reach down. Harry grabs his arm.
“Don’t.” Harry tries to find something, with thoughts of the monster in the Orphanage in his mind. The tips of his fingers touch cold metal. He wraps his hand around it and pulls it out.
The Hufflepuff Cup is no longer gold, but a dull charred silver.
Neville’s trembling.
Harry can feel the magic pulsating, but this is just feeling the beat of his own heart.
“Harry…”
“What does it feel like?” Harry feels so normal, if a tiny bit more than normal with this in his hand.
“Evil. Harry, we have to get rid of it.” Neville has his scared but determined face on.
Harry nods. “Help me.” Neville nods but looks confused. Harry grabs his hand.
“Show me how it feels.” Harry knows now that a person can show by just touch a powerful feeling.
Neville closes his eyes; Harry can feel the Cup try to reject this. Harry tries and does accept.
Letting go of Neville, Harry furrows all those feelings into whatever of Voldemort’s soul that is a part of him.
Harry can’t feel any of the feelings his felt the last time, in fact the only feeling is of longing for whatever is inside of this thing. His hands shake every nerve in his hand is shot, the Cup cracks and black smoke that smells acidic comes out before it falls to the ground.
Both are quiet.
Neville lets out another sneeze.
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Chpt.11