Butterfly Kisses

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He took a long cold shower to calm down some of the panic he was still feeling. My God, if he hadn't caught him... Draco stopped the thought before it could continue. Never in his life did Draco imagine that his words were so colorful as he cursed the hard-headed Gryffindor, the Snitch for flying so high, his weakness for the hard-headed Gryffindor, and especially the Gryffindor's 'bravery'.

When he was sure that this body temperature had fallen, Draco shut the shower off. He dressed in his black silk robes and shivered as the cool material made him feel even colder. The locker room had long since been empty, and Draco appreciated the solitude. He grabbed his broom and went out the door.

Potter greeted him with a nervous look outside the door. Draco's body decided then and there to remember the physical contact with him. Needless to say, Draco's groin responded quite enthusiastically to the memory.

"Yes, Potter?"

He lowered his eyes to the ground and scuffed his shoes, looking like an extremely nervous six year old getting scolded by his mother. Gods he's cute when he does that, Draco couldn't help but think.

"Are you going to say anything or what? I'm hungry," Draco managed to say with a trace of impatience in his voice. After Potter didn't move or look up from the ground, the blond started walking away. A hand grabbed his shoulder and tugged him back. The touch only seemed to worsen his erection.

Draco crossed his arms in a show of boredom. Hurry up, you damn Gryffindor! You're killing me. Thank the gods I'm not wearing any pants.

Green eyes looked into gray and a smile appeared on Potter's face. He waved to the Quidditch pitch and smiled again.

His arousal was not coping well with his need to escape from him. "Why don't you say thank you instead of playing gesture games?"

Potter bit his lower lip. Please don't do that, he mentally begged. He was starting to ache he was so aroused. He needed to get rid of the black-haired boy before he ravished him right there.

"Fine, fine. I accept your thank you. You're welcome, now go away."

Potter absolutely beamed. He grasped Draco's hand to shake it. That simple touch was enough to make Draco lose the little control he had over his actions. He pulled the boy to him, his lips immediately soughting the slightly smaller boy's.

Draco's eyes closed in bliss. He had imagined for weeks what it would be like to kiss him. It was like heaven. He tasted the way he smelled. Strawberries, Draco thought. Part of his mind yelled at him to stop before he went too far, but Potter's responding kiss silenced his mind. Draco's tongue took over Potter's mouth. His hands roamed his body, wanting to feel every part of him. He felt something pressing against his thigh and realized that Potter was just as aroused as he was. This told him three things: 1): Potter likes guys or he was bisexual, 2): Potter wants this, 3): Potter wants me.

And I'll make sure he gets every bit of me, Draco smirked. He was now officially ignoring the rational part of his brain that said this was too dangerous. He listened to his mind too much and for once wanted to give into his body.

"Are you sure you want this, Potter?" he whispered, breaking away from him.

Glazed eyes full of lust met his. Potter nodded and reached for Draco. They managed to get into the locker room without stopping their groping or kissing.

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Butterfly kisses, Draco thought vaguely when he felt Potter's eyelashes against his cheek. Must've lost his glasses somewhere.

"Youre the biggest fool I've ever met, you know that?" Draco asked once his breathing was normal.

Potter raised himself up to peer down at him with a questioning look.

Draco sighed. "I can't believe you'd risk your life for the Snitch. What if I hadn't caught you?"

He shrugged and smiled lazily.

"If you ever do that again I'll kill you," he paused. "Why did you just let us fuck eachother?"

Potter pointed at himself, then to Draco, and back again.

"I don't know what you're trying to say."

He repeated his actions.

"Really Potter," Draco drawled. "I'm not all that great with interpreting your gestures."

Gold writing suddenly appeared in front of them as if an invisible hand was writing. The words 'Because I want you and you want me' shimmered in the air and disappeared when Draco finished reading it. He turned to look at him and expected to see a wand, but the Gryffindor's hands were empty.

"How'd you do that?"

Again words appeared. 'Wandless magic.' It disappeared once again after Draco was done reading the last word.

Draco was impressed. "Wandless, eh? Snape can do a little. Not much, though. What else can you do that you don't need a wand for?"

'Almost anything.'

"You don't have to say the words to go with the spell either?"

He shook his head.

"Does anyone know of this? I mean besides myself and your two sidekicks."

'Dumbledore. He's the one that taught me to do wandless magic.'

"Use it often?"

Potter shook his head.

"Very nice, Potter."

'Call me Harry."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "We've only fucked once and you already want me to call you by your first name?"

A nod.

"Alright Harry," the name felt foreign on his tongue. Because itis, Draco told himself.

'I like you saying my name. Though last time was better.'

"Last time?" Draco said in confusion. "That's my first time saying your name out loud."

He grinned devilishly. 'I think you were too lost in ectasy to remember what you screamed.'

Draco tried hard not to grin back. It wasn't his style to grin. "How come you don't use wandless magic that much?"

'I don't see the reason to.'

"Well, you would be able to answer people's questions about why you won't talk."

'That's why I don't use it.'

"Clever." Draco pushed Pot-- Harry, Draco reminded himself-- Harry's hair back to reveal the scar. "Why won't you talk, Harry?"

Harry rested his head on Draco's chest. 'Please don't ask.'

"You-Know-Who, right?"

Harry remained silent.

"Oh alright. I won't ask." Draco shifted. His back was starting to hurt. "Get up, Pot- Harry. This floor is killing my back."

He raised his head and smiled at him. "Too fragile to lay on the floor?"

Draco stood up, dumping Harry unceremoniously on the floor. Draco smiled sweetly at his glare. They both got dressed in the dim light of the torches. Only after Draco was fully dressed did he let his mind scold him.

Draco Malfoy, you brainliess prick! You've put the both of you in danger! Wait until your father hears you're literally screwing Harry Potter. He's going to use that and make you turn Harry over to the Dark Lord.

Well he won't find out, now will he? Draco thought. He wouldn't have traded that experience for the world. He finally had what he most wanted in his entire life and he wasn't about to give him up so easily. He knew it had been stupid of him to get involved with the Gryffindor, but it was too hard to give him up now.

Draco walked to the door and gave a wave to him. He was on the floor looking for something. ' My glasses' shimmered in front of Draco.

"Yeah, good luck with finding them, Potter. Your thank you was well appreciated. We'll do it again sometime." Draco left the glowering boy who was still searching for his glasses. He picked up his broom and went to the Great Hall to grab something to eat.

The great Hall was almost empty, save for the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams and a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The Gryffindors gave him a look of pure dislike. They won't be too happy when they find I'm fucking their Golden Boy. The thought made him want to stick his tongue out at them, but it would've been very childish and undignified so he resisted the urge.

"Where's Harry, Malfoy?" Weasley shouted form his seat.

"How the hell should I know?"

"He said he was coming to thank you for Merlin knows why. He said that half an hour ago and we still haven't seen him. What did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, Weasel, your precious Potter is fine. I received his thanks. He was rather adamant on showing his gratitude," Draco smirked at the looks of confusion on their faces. He joined the Slytherins and took his time eating. A Malfoy never ate fast no matter how hungry they were.

Harry walked in a few minutes later. Draco watched him sit down and begin to eat, refusing to meet the blond's eyes.

"So, what were you guys doing in the locker room?" Blaise said casually.

Draco put on a smug smile. "I was trying to get him to say somthing."

Blaise's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You got him to say something?"

"Not really. I did get him to moan several times."

"Wonder how?" the brown-haired boy said wryly. "I thought you weren't going to get involved with him?"

"I couldn't help it."

Blaise snorted. "Sure you couldn't."

"Where are those two morons? I haven't seen them since last night."

He shrugged. "Probably off somewhere stuffing their faces with sweets."

Draco stood up. "Let's go. I'm done eating." He felt Harry's eyes on him as he left the Hall. There was a letter for him on his bed. His churning stomach told him who it was from.

Draco,
Your mother sends her greetings and hopes you are
doing well. There's going to be a big Halloween party
back home. Your grandfather is coming and wants you
there. I've already written to Dumbledore telling him that
you're coming home for Halloween in three days. I'll pick
you up at the Three Broomsticks at noon.
Your father,
Lucius

"Shit." Draco fell back on his bed. He handed the letter to Blaise. "Grandfather my ass. My grandfather hasn't spoken to my father since he decided to join the Dark Lord. Lucius probably wants me marked before my grandfather decides to take me."

"But so soon? I thought he was waiting for you to graduate."

"Guess not."

Blaise rubbed his left arm. "It's not so bad. There's a few minutes of excruciating pain, then it aches like hell for a couple of days, and then the next thing you know it doesn't hurt anymore."

"If that's not the most comforting thing I've heard."

The brunette sighed. "Maybe you should go see Dumbledore."

Draco sat up and stared at his friend. "And say what? 'Hello professor. Lovely day, isn't it? Don't you think that dark cloud looks a bit like the Dark Mark? Speaking of the Dark Mark, I hope you don't mind that I'm going to be receiving it in three days.'"

"You know what to say, Draco. I told Dumbledore about mine, and now I'm a spy and everything's great," Blaise said cheerfully.

Draco threw a pillow at him. "Shut up, you dolt. You shouldn't say that so loudly," he sighed. "I'm going to go see Dumbledore.

The only words that ran thought his mind as made his way to the Headmaster's office were 'Shit' and 'Fuck'. Dumbledore was reading a rather large book. He looked up and smiled at Draco.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy. What can I do for you?"

"My father sent me a letter."

Understanding flashed in the old wizard's eyes. "Ah yes. He wrote to me also."

"I don't know what to do," Draco said.

Dumbledore rested his elbows on the desk. "You have many options, Draco. You could receive the Dark Mark and become a spy. Refusing it would mean you have to go into hiding. Or there is the last option."

"I'm not going to join Voldemort's side," Draco said.

"I should hope not. You have the other two options."

It wasn't a hard decision. Draco refused to even consider going into hiding. He'd go mad if he had to. Being a spy was going to be dangerous. He would have to use all his cunning and gift of deceiving people to stay alive. He was reluctant to do it, but it was the only option left.

"I'll spy."

Dumbledore grew serious. "You must be aware that will be very dangerous. You must be constantly on guard and be careful of who you trust. I can't say you'll have a carefree life."

Draco nodded grimly. "I understand, professor."

"I also have no doubt in my mind that Voldemort will make you do some horrible things. Are you positive, Draco?"

He nodded again. "Yes, sir."

"You may go. And Draco? Be on your guard always."

He left Dumbledore's office deep in thought. Being a spy and Harry's lover was dangerous, even though the latter was much more enjoyable. Never mention Harry to anyone except Blaise, he told himself. He would tell Harry about his Dark Mark when he got it.

Draco spent the rest of the day reading Quidditch magazines and worrying about Halloween. Blaise had to drag him out of bed and to the Great Hall for supper. Draco found that his stomach refused hold any food so he made do sipping pumpkin juice.

Harry and him held a staring contest again. Draco was aware that Granger would look him then at Harry. Guilt washed over him at the thought that he had put Harry in more danger than the boy was already in. Not used to being subjected to such a feeling, Draco quickly squashed it.

Crabbe and Goyle had finally turned up. Their plates were piled high with food, and they were shoving it in their mouths like there was no tomorrow. Draco was thoroughly disgusted.

Blaise was watching them with a look of fascination on his face. "I wonder how many of those potatoes they could eat? I've counted four each so far, thought Crabbe is starting on his fifth."

"Where have you two been all day?" Draco demanded.

The two looked at eachother, clearly trying to decide which one would answer him.

"You tell him," Crabbe grunted.

"No, you," Goyle said.

"I always have to," Crabbe whined. "It's your turn."

"Nuh-uh. It's yours."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh."

Draco held himself from shouting obscenities. If I let them continue I'll never find out anything. "Shut up!" Draco glared at them. They immediately stopped arguing. "Goyle, tell me where you were."

"We were with our fathers setting up for Halloween."

Dread filled him, but he would not let himself show it. "Indeed. What were you doing?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you," Goyle replied.

He hmphed, but did not question any further. He left and went back tho his dormitory. The seventh years came, but knew better than to disturb the blond who was doing homework. It was a bad habit of Draco's to do his homework at the last minute. By the time he was done writing the two-feet essay for Binns, it was close to midnight and all his dormmates were sleeping.

Draco glanced at the door which was slightly ajar. "Hello Potter."

The boy took off his Invisibility Cloak and appeared next to Draco.

Draco laid back on his pillows. "Been here long?"

Harry shook his head. 'Ten minutes.'

Draco wondered how someone could look so beautiful by candlelight. He beckoned Harry forward and closed his bed curtains. The candle on his nightstand provided the only light.

Harry climbed onto his bed and laid next to him. Draco felt his blood quicken at having him so close. Draco leaned down and kissed him. Harry's hands tugged at Draco's robes. He started in surprise when he felt something go through his body. Harry grinned and held up Draco's robes and tossed it on the floor.

"That's not fair," Draco pouted. "I have to remove yours physically."

Harry shrugged and sat up. Draco pulled the robe over the boy's head and it too was thrown to the ground. He sat back to admire the Gryffindor's well-toned body. It was muscular, but not overly so. His skin was a nice shade of bronze.

Draco reached out and touched his shoulder. His skin was so soft and smooth. His hands trailed up to his face, tracing his jawline. His fingers brushed across his slightly parted lips. Harry's eyes were closed. Draco took off his glasses and set them on the table. He leaned in to kiss him.

Harry's hands touched Draco's boxers, and the next thing he knew, Draco was completely naked.

"Remove yours," he commanded. He watched in awe as Harry's boxers seemed to sink through him. "That's amazing. I'm turned on."

Harry blushed and glanced down. 'Weren't you already?'

"Yes, but I'm more so now. You gotta tell me how to do that sometime."

Harry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down onto the bed. 'Talk another time.'

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