Back to the Magic World

BACK TO THE MAGIC WORLD

CHAPTER 1: NEW LIFE

Harry's last wish, as he closed his eyes, was that it would last forever.

Many people would said that his problem is solved but now is when the real battle begins and how long is it going to take? Well, none knows exactly.

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Today, at six in the morning, I'm looking at the delicate and frail form of (thanks to all saints) the love of my life, who has been with me since the day I caused him so much pain.

I thought he was never going to forgive me, that looking at him during that night, in a foreign country, far from home, that he wouldn't come back to me. I lost all the hope of getting him back just looking into his grey eyes, cold and full of terrible pain.

"Please, let me love you".

Not knowing what to do, standing in front of him, I wanted to run and embrace him, and erase the past with the help of my wand...and live our future. Only a touch, but it couldn't be done. The movement of that stick had caused a lot of trouble, and while it could all have been so easy to just...

"Why should I give you the opportunity?"

My gaze, which had fallen to the pavement, rose to him. He had that beautiful and bright smile, his open hands towards me... waiting for me.

"Why, Harry?"

Oh, my! Was he forgiving me? Was he telling me that everything that had happened, all the pain I had given him, couldn't defeat us?

"Because I'm the only one," I touched his hands, "who truly," and my lips lightly touched his, "loves you."

I had never felt more happiness and love than when I felt his hand sliding down on my back, when I felt his hands in my hair.

"Get me back home...Harry..."

I embraced him as quickly as if it was magic, and I brought him back home.

"Harry! Are you going to stare at nothing all morning? Aren't you going to sleep any, given that we didn't sleep much during the night?"

Draco was already awake. My face was red, I could feel it. But his face was slightly pink, and his eyes tired, since I was responsible for keeping him awake as he was for me."

"Did I wake you up?"

He looked at me without moving a muscle or making a face.

"Harry Potter! To wake me up, you would need the whole English army!"

Then he chortled. All mornings were like this, his making me laugh with phrases from Muggle magazines. I approached him and gave him a sweet, tender kiss. He answered by putting his soft arms on my shoulders, and we fell onto the bed as we embraced and kissed passionately.

When I left, his face had that reddish colour that I'm fond of, although it makes me mad; fascinating, because I'll never stop admiring the beauty I have in front of me.

"I love you."

Draco smiled at me.

"And I love you, Harry...a lot."

I put my arms around him again. I was lost in his embrace, drunk in the scent of his skin. I always wanted to stay there in the mornings, with him, prisoner of his body and mind. May God hear me and make me Drake's slave for eternity, for all his life, if only I can make him happier than this.

"Dear, why did you wake up so early?"

"I remembered something that I have got to do... but I suppose I could leave it for later..."

He was looking at me as if he wanted to decipher what I was plotting.

"What are you going to do, POTTER?"

He always uses my surname when he is angry, or when he wants to know something that I won't tell him, like now. First, it's a surprise; second, I don't want to worry him, and third, his birthday's near and I don't want him to guess.

"Nothing."

I got up, and felt the cold rush of morning air. Being in his arms had protected me from the chill, and now that I'm away from him, it's as if I'm alone, with a void inside.

"Nothing? Great... and I thought that you were going to give me a surprise!"

It's good to be a wizard...but is he a fortune-teller, too? I hope he hasn't remembered that it's soon his birthday in a few days, and that he doesn't realise that I'll make it one of the most enjoyable days of his life.

"Surprise? Do you want more surprises, Draco? Was last night not enough?"

And a pillow landed on my head. Draco was pretty angry. Laughing, I left the room to take a shower, (as he threw more pillows at me).

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"Yes! Don't worry, I'm quite sure that all will be as we agreed... Oh no! Everything will be okay. Tomorrow, I'll send a photographer tomorrow to take photos for the article. Yes! Good-bye."

I was wasting my time all day talking to absurd but very important people who I have to interview for my column at the paper.

Even after I started working at The Times, I thought things were going to be bad for me. Surely, my bad temper would cause more than one problem, and I would again have to live off Harry's money. Which isn't necessarily bad, but I don't like being dependent on someone else; its better if I can earn my own money and feel useful.

The newspaper suits me: it's ancient and quite stylish, like my family. Not precisely bloodthirsty, but sober and graceful. Despite having only worked here four months, I write the "Black Wizard" column, and enjoy tons of benefits, as well as a large office, which I decorated myself, naturally. It was a little dark, but mine, seeing as I didn't particularly care for the pink-flower wallpaper or the red the previous occupant put up. I furnished the office with black leather armchairs, a black-stained mahogany desk, grey wallpaper, and a laptop.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter has arrived. Should I let him in?"

I have never liked secretaries, but I have to have one; she was in the contract when I accepted the job.

"Tell him to come in. He doesn't need to wait."

The poor woman, small and skinny, closed the door. After a few seconds, my office's double doors opened again. Harry was, as always, luxuriously outfitted, in a black silk shirt, made-to-measure Armani jacket and trousers, and Christian Dior shoes. I sighed as my beautiful sin walked on the grey office carpet. I thought, he doesn't walk, he glides.

"To what do I owe your visit, Potter?"

Annoyingly, my secretary lingered at the door for my "instructions."

"You can leave, Margaret."

She closed the door behind her.

"I was just passing by, and I thought I would see how you were doing, that's all."

I stood and joined my hands with his. His eyes shone behind his glasses, glasses that remind me of bitter times from school, times for which I'm also grateful, since Hogwarts introduced us. He smiled tenderly, so beautifully I didn't want to erase it with a kiss. But he leaned toward me, his lips covered mine, and his hands came to rest on my waist. Our breathing became desperate in our need for air, but it didn't matter; the only thing that mattered was our contact, our being joined, the one thing I desired most. Eventually, the need became too urgent, and Harry broke away from my red lips, looking at me with his gorgeous eyes.

"I missed you this morning."

I guess he didn't know how much I had missed him, too; almost twice as much as he had missed me.

"It's five o'clock, Harry, I only have an hour left. Could you please wait?"

He gave me another kiss, although on the forehead this time, and embraced me.

"Of course I can wait...but I don't think Hermione and Ron can!"

Hermione and Ron? What about them? It's not that I don't like them, or think badly about them, but...

"Haaaaarryyyy?"

His eyes were huge now; I thought he was going to discover what I had planned.

"Yes, love?"

He looked so innocent, looking at me with those jade-coloured eyes . Why the bloody hell is he like that?

"You didn't tell me anything about them!"

"Don't you remember? We always go out to eat with them on Thursday!"

Bloody hell, he's right! Well, if it's like that, and since I can't see anything wrong with it...I grabbed my jacket, turned off my laptop, and left, hand in hand with the person I love most.

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When we arrived, the restaurant was practically full. Draco entered holding hands with me. The people turned to look at us, I knew they looked more at him than at me. The sight of Draco always leaves people with open mouths. He has the same effect on me.

Hermione and Ron were already sitting at the table. Ron was trying to convince Hermione not call my mobile again, as having dialed so many times was turning her fingers red. I asked her once why she didn't call Draco, and she told me if she did, her phone would either explode or never work again. I never really understood, but I know Draco gives that impression.

"They're here! Late as always, Harry!"

Hermione looked as marvellous as ever. Being married to Ron had done marvellous things for her. However, Ron looked tired, with dark circles at night. I almost told them not to "exercise" so much at night, but Draco stepped forward.

"What happened Ron? You didn't win a match?"

Ron's eyes widened in fury, but Hermione spoke before he did.

"Of course he didn't, Draco. And you - do you still sleep when you can?"

A nasty blow, and against me, too! Draco laughed; he knew what Hermione meant, but he just whispered, "Don't worry, we'll fix it tonight," in my ear.

Hermione didn't noticed our little aside. It didn't matter anymore, however; it was Draco and Hermione's problem. On my side, I gave Ron a glass water to gloss over Drake's comment. Ron had never liked him before now.

"And how are you, Draco?"

Ron asked, just to calm things down, but my treasure wasn't as tranquil as Ron.

"Really good. Actually, to tell you the truth, excellent. I got a contract for a month of interviews with the Royal Family, I've been nominated for the Pulitzer, and left Harry dead in bed, and begging for more."

Ron and Hermione made horrified, why-the-hell-we-are-eating-with-a-pervert faces. I quickly changed the subject.

"Someone told me that the newspaper is going to give you a prize for the wonderful photos you took of Prince Charles. Is that right, Ron?"

Ron smiled; I think he likes being asked about that.

"Yeah, that's true! I'm pretty excited about that, mate! I hope the prize would be some kind of travel to take Hermione out. I don't want her to be surrounded by four walls all the time."

"Well, throw one down, and then you have three!"

Draco was still reading the menu. Ron and I looked at each other. I thought it best to warn Draco before he started a war.

"Love, could we talk for a moment? I need to tell you something." I stood up and extended my hand to him.

"You're going to tell me to stop saying all the things I have been saying, aren't you, Harry?"

Everyone was looking at me. I didn't know what to do.

"Oh, come on, guys! It's just a silly exchange; sit down, Harry! You look like the waiter who's going to take our order, you're just stand up like a statue!"

Thanks, Hermione; how kind of you to tell me I look like the waiter!

La soirée that followed was excruciatingly tense. Draco didn't say a single thing. Hermione talked about the coming summer's bikini fashions, Ron talked about his prize, and I...I didn't know what to say. Draco sat silently, either looking at the menu, or eating and drinking. Nothing else.

Ron and Hermione went home in their car. Draco got into ours. I got behind the steering wheel, and we headed home.

The drive home was completely silent, except for our breathing. It was difficult for me to deal with his silence. At the red light, I saw his face. His eyes were closed. His lips were slightly open, and his hands were in his lap. I didn't know if he was feeling ill, so I asked him,

"Are you feeling bad, love?"

Draco opened his eyes. He didn't turn; he just looked at the cars in the left lane.

"Nothing like that, I'm okay."

The traffic light changed and my suffering began again, my awful nightmare on wheels. I didn't know what was happening. Everything was supposed to be perfect. What had happened to him? I had to find out. What was going on?

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We arrived home. I opened the door and Draco entered. He was a bit fidgety. He went directly to the terrace and began to smoke. I sat in the living room, in the darkness, trying to figure out what the matter was.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I approached him, and embraced him from the behind.

"Tell me what's wrong! You are hurting me, you know?"

I didn't want to say hurt, but it was the truth. He was hurting me with his distant indifference. I was afraid he had become the one he had been before.

"What's up? What happened?"

"I'm giving you pain, Harry?"

And his hands touched mine. I feared that the Draco I had been holding had vanished, had left me, and that in his place was only the shadow of who I love so much.

"I'm hurting you because I'm being who I am, Harry?"

Why did he continue with this terrible psychological game? It was supposed to be finished. I didn't want to go on with it, this absurd cat-and-mouse game, any more.

"Enough, Draco."

And his hands started shaking. I felt him losing control, and started to scream. I turned him around and held him We lowered ourselves top the floor, and I held him on my chest. He cried and cried, his hands holding mine, never leaving me. I let him be, and he spoke without realising it.

"I hurt you so much, love, so much."

Hurt... hurt... hurt... hurt. I didn't want to hear that word, now or ever again; there would be no more hurt between us.

"Draco, what happened? You know you can tell me anything! We are a couple...we are a part of each other. Tell me! what happened?"

Silence again.

"Some weeks ago...you were acting pretty weird, Harry."

My hands caressed his back...trying to free all the tears from him...trying to make him stop crying.

"...and I don't know if you..."

His hands were clutched to my shirt, his hair wet with his sweat...and he was trembling.

"... have stopped loving me..."

"Stop loving you? Are you...are you saying that I'm going out with someone else while I'm with you?"

Draco hid his face against my neck. He didn't want to show his face...he just sobbed...he was scared that what he was thinking could be true...but it was just his imagination, that's all...just his imagination...

"Draco...I'm with no one except you. We have fought a lot to be together. Don't think someone could be between us, because no one can."

Draco looked at nothing.

"Draco? Did you hear me? Please understand...there's no one in my heart besides one person..."

My hands took his face and brought it to mine. His tears were falling down his cheeks. His eyes were so red from all the crying.

"...and that person is you..."

I gave him a delicate kiss. His hands took my hair and his confused breathing crashed on my face. It was incredible that he was thinking that of me. I couldn't do it, not with his love in my heart.

I held him in my arms, his eyes still looking at me with a bit of fear...and full of questions.

"Ask me what you want, but before you do," I took my wand out of my jacket,

"you can conjure up some Veritaserum to know if I'm telling you the truth."

His eyes were brimming with tears again. He didn't want to catch the wand, or see it either.

"Harry! No, not that. Giving you more pain, no more, not that!"

I dropped my wand to the floor, and I clasped Draco in my arms.

"Then don't worry about stupid things like that. Nothing bad is happening. I'm just doing something that you'll love, but I can't tell you now. The only thing I can tell you is that is a surprise...but...nothing more."

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Surprise! A surprise? Is Harry giving me a surprise? I smiled at him. I didn't know how such a stupid thing could have entered my head and made the person I love most suffer.

"Draco, I can't tell you anything now. I will tell you when the moment arrives, and that isn't so far off, you'll see!"

My hands stroked his soft hair. My poor Harry was tired from the terrible dinner I provoked, as well as helping me come out of that crazy idea that I was turning into a global problem.

"Harry." My hands took his face. My eyes refused to leave his. I desired terribly to kiss himThe only thing I wanted was to feel his love...to hear him...to have him in my arms...to be able to reach him with my hands and never let him stray from me.

"Tell me, love, what do you want?" His gaze never parted from mine.

"Show me how much you love me, Harry."

And a sweet smile formed upon his lips. He carried me with little effort, his head resting on mine, toward our bedroom, and closed the door behind us.

Slowly, he put me on the bed, and sat beside me.

"You are the most handsome man on earth, Draco. I'm so lucky you fell in love with me..."

Before he could tell me more, I took him by his shirt collar, and pulled him towards me, on me, kissing him and caressing his back. His hands adjusted the pillow that was under my head, and little by little, he uncovered the bed.

His love invaded me. I felt so much love I didn't even realise were naked under the sheets. Harry always made me feel the more important things...and I suppose that's why I didn't know that he had undressed me.

"Love! What are you thinking about?"

His lips were on mine, rubbing them slightly. His eyes, not totally open, were looking at me, and his breath, so fresh and sweet, was invading the whole room. Just listening to that question, all the images of our recent holdings, caresses, and kisses, came to my memory, and in that moment I felt like I was the most loved man on this world.

"Of you...and just...being in you..."

My breath was faint. I didn't have much air, there was a little of what I had in my lungs, because all was carried away by him, while kissing me so intensely...without mercy...just how I liked it.

Little by little, I felt his lips round my neck. Light bites marked my pale skin, soft caresses appeared on my chest, his heavy breath moving across my hair.

"Ah! Draco! I adore you so much..."

The more he spoke, the more he made me feel loved and elated.

"Oh Harry! I love you...I love you..."

My hands sank into his silky locks. His lips didn't stop tormenting my skin. He went lower and lower, until he arrived at my chest.

His hands on my waist drew my silhouette. His legs grasped onto mine. I so much wanted him to hold me in his arms, and to be the one there and forever...but I knew that our love isn't like that. We have always wanted to go slowly, step by step, showing each other how much we love each another.

"Ah! Draco...mmphh! You are the best thing to happen to me in my life...the only good...and the only I have...never go away from me...never leave me alone!"

His hands travelled across my chest, as if he wanted to write his name on sand. As if he were marking me, putting "MINE" on me. His words were soft, and full of love. I had so much to tell him, so much to say. Little by little, he descended until he was touching me most intimately. Where he, and just he could be.

"Ah...Ha...rry!"

My eyes opened, and I saw him looking at me intendly, as if I were a beautiful painting in a museum only he attended.

"May I kiss you?"

I was astonished. Was he asking for a kiss?

"You have my permission, Harry Potter."

And his lips fell lightly on mine. He was still caressing me, breathing against me, while stealing oxygen from me, feeding me from that sweet and tender kiss.

"I think something down there needs attention, don't you, love?"

His smile turned from being angelic and beautiful into one full of lust. Of course, I granted his wish, because his are always mine.

He was going lower, kissing me, while he was sliding, until arriving at my hips.

"I really do think something needs a lot of attention, don't you think, love?"

I didn't know what more to say.

"What do you want, dear?"

What more to tell him, I don't know.

"Tell me Draco, what more do you want, dear?"

I... an't...wait...anymore!

"Oh, God! Harry...quickly!"

His eyes were playful.

"What? This?"

And his lips rounded my being, and with that, my breath disappeared. It was so soft, and so warm.

"Draco?"

Hell, Harry!

"Don't stop!"

He lowered his head and my hands caught his soft hair, holding him, tying my fingers up with it. My hips moved by themselves. My breathing was irregular. I was so thirsty for him, and of his love. I wanted more and more.

"Oh, Harry, more...more!"

And he stopped. His shinning eyes were gazing at me.

"More? I can arrange that, love, and far more than you think!"

His lips captured mine, and his hands removed the sheets from my legs and arms. He brushed my locks, wet with sweat, from my eyes.

"I love you so much."

It was his last sigh after he kissed me.

"Draco."

My eyes opened slowly.

"Are you sure, dear? I'm seeing you a little tired. If you want, we could do it later."

I gave him my best smile, the one that drove him crazy.

"Make me feel like the most loved man on the face of this earth, Harry!"

And, as if it were an order, I put my legs around his waist, and his lips delicately rubbed mine.

"In that case, are you ready to be immensely happy?"

My arms reached his neck and my fingers combed his hair.

"I was never before more ready than now!"

And our lips joined again, never to part. We turned into one person, and life changed from being fast and silly, to be simple and peaceful.

TO BE CONTINUED...