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Disclaimers:
I do not own the rights to the following list of songs whose lyrics (partial or complete) appear in this story.
The Who: Behind Blue Eyes
We Won’t Get Fooled Again
The Police: Every Breath You Take
Led Zeppelin: In the Light
Rock n’ Roll
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Breakdown
Badfinger: Day After Day
Clash: Should I Stay or Should I Go?
Blue Oyster Cult: (Don’t Fear) The Reaper
INXS : Need You Tonight
Heart : Magic Man (lyrics have been modified)
David Bowie: Let’s Dance
Aqualung: Brighter Than Sunshine
Strange and Beautiful
Whitesnake: Here I Go Again
Train: Am I Reaching You Now?
All I Ever Wanted
Traffic: The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys
Gnarls Barkley: Crazy
Snow Patrol: Chasing Cars
Peter, Paul and Mary: Puff the Magic Dragon
Queen: We Will Rock You
We are the Champions
Death Cab for Cutie: Into the Dark
A/N: This was the original summary. Step into the Magical life story—love story of Harry and Draco. This epic-journey is filled with adventure, angst, tragedy, humour, and most of all—love. The story begins where HBP leaves us readers, stranded at the monument of Albus Dumbledore. At that moment, Harry thinks his life is planned out; if it’s short he dies, if it’s long he gets the girl. However, visitors come to see him the night he ‘Comes of Age’ and he has a decision to make. His choice changes the course of his life and those around him forever. The story adheres to canon as much as possible. The beginning has a lot of het H/G. It will change, for this is Harry and Draco’s story.
(Hex Files History): This story has 101 chapters, and has appeared on other sites, but was never fully beta’d. (It was the most commented fic on both Forever Fandom and The Silver Snitch before they closed down). Obsidian Phoenix, Scully, and Ky did help me out graciously in the later chapters. CDumbledore took it upon himself to beta the story in its entirety. So this will be the first posting of DES in its beta’d form (on Hex Files). Thanks, CD, I can’t thank you enough. One more general warning for you Drarry readers: the beginning of this story is H/G. Take it seriously; the het is explicit. The story is HBP compliant, and to me, that meant Harry really did have feelings for Ginny. I will post a warning on those chapters that do contain *het* scenes, so you can skim or skip over it, which will not affect the plot. So, on to chapter one where there is a *het* warning.
Harry walked back to the castle, keeping his eyes focused on the ground; he didn’t want to speak to or acknowledge anyone. He had to get away. He headed back to the castle, where he knew he could find the Gryffindor room with his eyes shut, moving staircases be damned. He reached the Fat Lady in record time and whispered, “Good-bye Lions.”
He was thankful he was the first one back. He looked around and was filled with six years of memories; this was his home and he didn’t know when, if ever, he would be back. He ran up the stairs to his dorm room to pack, and was surprised to find his bed curtains were closed. He cautiously pulled them open to discover a package on his bed; a note was attached to the top, bearing the Hogwarts seal.
He broke the seal; the note was from the Headmistress explaining that Dumbledore had left a will and that Albus wanted Harry to have the contents of the box. He was not to open the box until his birthday. Harry picked up the package to put it away in his trunk. He lifted the lid and found all of his belongings neatly packed; he assumed Dobby had been busy. He placed the package in his trunk and closed the lid. He sat on his bed surveying the room and felt the tears coming; he choked them back. This was neither the time nor the place to break down.
The dorm room was stifling from the summer heat. He needed air and lots of it. He opened his trunk, grabbed his Firebolt, and tore downstairs and through the common room. Fellow Gryffindors were now coming in. He fought his way through the crowd; too many people, too many stairs. He had to get out now. It hit him; he needed to go back to the scene of the crime. He raced to the Astronomy Tower and opened the door to the landing.
Air, he could breathe once again as he felt the impact of the summer breeze on his face. He looked around, and the memory of that night was burned into his brain. He climbed to the top of the ledge where Dumbledore had fallen over and stood on the low wall looking down on all of the mourners forming into groups. He mounted his broom and jumped off into a freefall.
He wasn’t sure where he would fly to. It was only at the last moment before impact he pointed nearly straight up; he wanted to go as high as he could and touch the few white clouds. He fought through the air resistance by laying flat on his broom, only stopping when his ears began to hurt and he couldn’t breathe without pain. It was cold up here, but the iciness was nothing to what he felt inside. He sat up and looked down as he hovered in one place. Hogwarts was just a small building with ants milling around. He felt it build up in him; the pain, the sorrow, the losses, and it all came out in a scream that surpassed any scream from pain or torture Harry had ever experienced. He shouted until nothing came out, his mouth wide open but silence was all that was heard.
When he stopped, all he wanted to do was ride the wind as fast as he could. He moved his body forward again to reduce the resistance and took off. It felt so good to feel the speed; his hair was straight back, and the chill of the high air started to freeze his face. He started his descent straight down until he reached Hogwarts. He slowly braked and flew around the castle; he flew in and around the towers, between the buildings, over the Forbidden Forest, over the lake, over the greenhouses and then finally over the Quidditch pitch. God he loved this place.
His Quidditch playing days were probably over, but he wouldn’t think of that right now; he just wanted to enjoy this moment and remember previous Quidditch memories. He remembered the first time he caught the Snitch, Oliver’s moments of panic, hitting Malfoy and friends with a Patronus, watching Ginny play. He saw students heading out of the castle towards the carriages. He knew he had to come down soon but he had one more place to visit.
He swooped over to the lake. There was the White Tomb; only one person remained. He dove down lower and hovered right above the treetops, and watched as a witch dressed all in white placed her hands on the stone and bent down and kissed it. From out of her robe she withdrew a white rose and laid it on top. She looked up in Harry’s direction; he lowered the broom and flew closer. He was now right above his Headmaster’s final resting place. The witch, he noticed, had the longest white hair he had ever seen, and she was old, very old. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Her eyes twinkled but they were as black as night. “Privet, Harry Potter.”
“Hello, do I know you?” Harry asked. He didn’t think he did; he would have remembered her hair if not her face.
“No, young man, but Ya vi-zshu te-bya vo sne. I will tell you that Albus loved, and still loves you very much. He said you were the grandson he never had.” Then she gave a funny grin. “Or should I say great, great, great grandson.”
Harry’s eyes began to fill; he removed his glasses and wiped his eyes. “I loved him very much, too. I’m sorry but I have to go now, or I will miss the train. I wish we had time to talk.”
“Oh we will talk someday, but for now you go and enjoy your life. Our friend resting here was a strong believer in enjoying life. Dobry den' Harry Potter.”
“Good-bye. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Harry said as he turned his broom.
“Kitty, he called me Kitty,” the old witch said, and then she vanished.
Her quick Disapparation startled him. He turned his broom further and made his way back to the castle, thinking of the strange white witch that Dumbledore called Kitty. One more mystery buried within the tomb.
He landed on the steps amongst the many students who stopped and stared at him. He was used to it by now, and he made his way back into the castle. He saw Ron and Hermione in the Entry Hall with Hedwig’s cage. He walked up to them and gave each of them a big hug; Hermione hugged back, but Ron stood there stiff as a board, being surprised by the gesture. They turned to go outside, and Harry glanced back and whispered, “Goodbye, Hogwarts.” He caught up with his two best friends as they made their way to the carriages.
They had a carriage to themselves, until Ginny came up and asked if she could join; Harry moved over, making room for her. He reached over and took her small hand into both of his and spoke to Ron and Hermione. He told them that he and Ginny would not be seeing each other that way until all this was over. He explained that he loved Ginny but that he could not stand to lose her too. Voldemort and the Death Eaters seemed intent on killing those close to him. Ron blurted out, “Are you going to leave us too?”
Harry laughed, “No, Ron, you and Hermione are my best friends, and Dumbledore said I needed to do this with my friends. I have to share my feelings, thoughts, and knowledge, or I won’t get through this. No more secrets.”
He looked at Ginny. “You know I said that we should end this now, but I love you and I can’t do it. Will you stay with me until after the wedding?”
Ginny gave Harry a quick kiss and said, “Okay, as long as I know that after you’ve saved the wizarding world you will come back to me.”
Harry smiled and leant over, giving her a longer kiss than she had given him. “Okay, first, I will kill Voldemort; second, I will come back to my Ginny.” They all laughed.
“So, Harry, what are the plans?” Ron asked as they bumped down the road in the Thestral-drawn carriage.
“I need to go to the Dursleys for a week, and then I would like to come back to the Burrow until after the wedding. After that I want to go see Godric’s Hollow.”
Hermione interjected, “Well, we are going with you to your aunt and uncle’s house.”
“No, I can handle them for a week; in fact, I really do need a little time to think things through, and my little room is a good place to do that. I would like you to come with me to Godric’s Hollow though; I have a feeling I will need all the support I can get there.” Ron and Hermione readily agreed.
Harry then put his arm around Ginny and told Ron to close his eyes. Harry and Ginny set in for a great kissing session. Ron kept asking if he could open his eyes and they both said, “NO!” Hermione was cracking up.
Ron finally yelled, “Stop! We need to talk.”
“Make it short,” Harry said teasingly.
Ron stammered, “I, I don’t want this to effect our friendship in any way, but Hermione and I are kind of seeing each other.”
“Kind of seeing each other? Really, Ronald, I thought I meant…”
“We are seeing each other,” Ron clarified, satisfying Hermione.
Harry looked at his two best friends and said, “It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for this for two years. Do you think it might reduce your constant bickering at each other?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Harry moaned.
Hermione then leaned over and kissed Ron. Harry and Ginny looked at each and resumed their snogging session.
They reached the Hogwarts Express much too quickly. Harry and Ron were both happy that their long robes covered their current uncomfortable situation. They boarded the Express; Harry carried his Firebolt and Hedwig’s empty cage. Hedwig would know where to find Harry. They found an empty car and put their belongings on the overhead racks, their trunks having already been loaded.
The four Gryffindors sat back as the train lurched forward to begin its way back to London. They talked a while about the coming weeks; no one wanted to talk about the previous week. After the snack trolley came by and Harry treated everyone, Ron and Hermione departed the car having to complete their last prefect duties for the year.
Harry stood up and shut the blinds on the windows facing the train interior and locked the door. He then looked at his beautiful, feisty Ginny and said, “Now you are mine.” She feigned being scared.
Harry sat down next to the outside window and pulled her onto his lap. “It slipped out earlier, but now I want to say it properly, Ginny Weasley; I love you,” he said, and kissed her tenderly. She responded, parting her lips to allow his tongue to enter. Harry could not get enough of kissing her. It was warm, safe and playful all at the same time.
Ginny then closed her mouth some and began to gently suck his tongue. Harry never knew there was a direct connection between his tongue and his dick. It gave him an immediate erection and he knew she could feel it. She just kissed him deeper. In the last few weeks they never did much but hold hands and snog a lot. He knew it wasn’t fair to her to start something more, but he wasn’t going to see her for a week, then they would be at the Burrow with everyone watching.
He slowly moved his hand to stroke her face and traced his fingers down her neck. She softly moaned encouraging him to do more. He moved his fingers over her robes and gently, as if not on purpose, across her breasts. She squirmed and moaned causing his erection to become even stronger, if that was even possible. He stroked her again but this time using his whole hand. She started sucking on his lower lip as he cupped her breast over her robes. She raised her hand; he thought for sure she was going to grab his hand and move it, but she surprised him and undid the top of her robes. He slipped the robe off her shoulder; she was wearing a summer t-shirt and he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. He put his hand on her stomach, and lifting her shirt until he could get his hand underneath, stroked her stomach. He realized his hand was shaking. God she was soft. He slowly advanced his hand up and cupped her breast, moving his thumb over her nipple. She bit down on his lip and then opened her mouth to give him a deeper kiss. He had never felt anything soft and hard at the same time. He moved his hand to the other breast. Fleeting thoughts of, Ron would kill me, and Wow, I just felt a girl up, ran through his head. Both of them by now were breathing hard, and Ginny’s soft moans were driving him crazy.
Ginny took her hand and started undoing his robes. She slid them off his shoulder and put her hand under his shirt near his collar and raked his shoulder softly with her nails. Harry groaned, “Oh, Ginny.”
She then pulled away from this kiss and traced her tongue from his now swollen lips across his jaw, up to his ear and swirled her tongue into his ear. Harry wasn’t sure about the wet ear part. She proceeded down his neck giving him a love nip and then began sucking on his neck. Harry groaned louder and started moving his large hands over her chest a little more roughly. He was almost kneading them when he tweaked her nipple. He found the harder he did this the louder she moaned.
Ginny finally released his neck and looked straight into those green eyes and whispered, “Please, Harry.”
Harry didn’t know what she wanted, so he began kissing her all over her face and down her neck. She took her hand and guided his head lower. He now understood and almost creamed his trousers right there; she wanted him to suck on her breasts. He hesitantly cupped one of her breasts and lowered his mouth. He gently took her nipple between his lips and played with it with his tongue, and then he took more of her into his mouth and slowly sucked, swirling his tongue around and over nipple. He placed his other hand over her other breast and began tweaking that nipple. Ginny made an incredible sound and her hips began to rise up and down. When she landed she would start rotating her hips. Her bum was now right on top of his straining erection. Harry seriously thought he was going to come in his trousers. This had gone way beyond what he had planned. He wasn’t complaining, it felt incredible, but they were on a train, and Ron would kill him.
Harry pulled away from her breast and shook his head. He looked into her eyes and said, “Ginny, I love you, but we have to stop.”
“I know we do, but I don’t want to.”
He laughed. “Neither do I, Ms Weasley, but Ron and Hermione are going to be back soon, and I don’t care to have your brother beat the crap out of me.”
“Okay, H.P., let’s get our clothes back on.” She moved off his lap and fixed her shirt and robes. Harry had just straightened his robe when there was a tap on the door.
Harry stood up, raised the shades and unlocked the door. Ron and Hermione came back in; it was apparent they had not been on prefect duty, but had been somewhere on the train doing some serious snogging too. Harry and Ginny looked pretty normal compared to Ron and Hermione. Hermione’s hair was extra frizzy; Ron’s hair looked more disheveled than Harry’s normally did. They all four looked at each other and began to crack up. This had definitely been the best train ride back to London.
After awhile, Harry finally felt it was okay to change out of his robe, and it wasn’t too much longer before they arrived at King’s Cross, Platform 9 ¾. The four students exited the train together and passed through the brick column. The Weasley family was there to meet Ron and Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were there to meet Hermione, and Harry could see the three Dursleys standing way in the back, away from the strange crowd.
Everybody hugged good-bye and said they would see each other soon. Harry gave Ginny a kiss on the forehead and an extra strong hug. He whispered, “See you in a week, Ginny.”
He then slowly walked over to the Dursleys and said, “I am ready to go home.”
They just stared at him shocked. Mrs. Dursley said, “Harry, you have never called our place home.”
Harry answered, “It will be my home for the next week, and then… nevermore.”
tbc
Privet: Hello (Russian)
Ya vi-zshu te-bya vo sne: I see you in my dreams (Russian)
Dobry den': Good Day (Russian)