Butterfly Kisses

Harry had his head resting in the crook of Draco's neck. Draco had his arm around the raven-haired boy who was tracing patterns on Draco's chest. It was completely dark. The flame on the candle had gone out right when Harry had hit his orgasm.

"Have you told Granger and Weasley about this?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head.

Wonder how they're going to react?" Draco mused. "I'd love to see their faces."

'We're having a Halloween party. Want to come?' The golden words lit up the dark with a soft glow.

Draco swallowed. "I can't."

He felt Harry sit up. 'Why not?'

"I've already made other plans."

'Cancel them.'

Draco was impatient. "Look Potter, I have to be some place else for Halloween. Besides, it would be hell if I showed up at a Gryffindor party."

'Please come.' His eyes were wide and looked pleadingly at him.

Draco could feel himself give way. That face was too innocent and child-like to resist. Draco had a bad feeling that Harry would be using that face a lot more in the future. "I said I couldn't."

'Please?'

He sighed, angry at himself for letting Harry have his way. "Fine. I won't be there 'til really late though." I hope Lucius isn't planning to make me spend the night at the Manor.

'The password is 'Slytherin sucks'."

"How original," Draco said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

'Well you do.' Draco could see his grin. 'You're quite good at it, too.'

"Speaking of passwords, how did you get in here?"

'I waited for someone to open the door.'

"How do you get into your House if you don't talk?"

'I wirte it in the air. The Pink Lady knows me.'

Draco yawned and glanced at his clock. One o'clock. "I'm going to fall asleep in classes tomorrow."

Harry kissed his chest. 'Go to sleep.'

"You have to go back to your dorm," Draco said sleepily. He felt Harry get up before he drifted off to sleep.

*~*~*

"You two are horrible at Potions," Draco commented.

Slytherin was having double Potions with Gryffindor, and Draco had been paired up with Harry and Blaise. He was pleased with the arrangement, but could've been more so if both were good at Potions. So far Draco was the only one who had done anything.

Harry gave him a scathing look and Blaise just shrugged.

"If you would tell us what to do instead of muttering about how incompetent we are maybe we could help you," Blaise replied.

"Fine. Blaise, slice eight ounces of dragon liver into thin strips. Here's the stinging pollen weed. Don't just stand there, Potter. Start shredding it," Draco said. He hid the urge to laugh at the scowl Harry gave him.

"What are we making again?" Blaise asked.

"Fool's Curse."

"And that is...?"

Draco sighed. "Don't you listen to anything Professor Snape says? It's a potion that will make the drinker believe anything the maker says."

"Wonderful! I love potions that mess with my mind. People aren't enough," Blaise smiled.

Draco snorted. He looked to his left and saw Harry's lips twitch. Harry met his eyes and handed him the stinging pollen weed. Draco added it to the brown potion which immediately turned a dark violet.

"OK. We're suppose to let it boil for exactly six minutes and thirty-five seconds, then the dragon liver goes in," Draco read off the board.

All three sat back and waited. Blaise had hidden a magazine in his Potions book and was reading it. The rest of the class was busy making their potion. Draco's hand crept to Harry's thigh under the table. The table shook slightly when Harry jumped. Draco smirked.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Potter?" Snape said from his desk.

Draco watched in amusement as Harry furiously shook his head. Draco continued to stroke him under the table. Harry closed his eyes and a loud moan was heard in the silent classroom as he came. Draco removed his hand and sat back. The whole class was looking at Harry with surprise in their eyes. The black-haired boy turned a deep red.

Snape looked at him with displeasure. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for disturbing the class. If you interrupt the class again it will be fifty. Do you understand, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded. The rest of the class gradually returned to their work. Green eyes glared at him, but Draco pretended not to notice. He added the liver and stirred the now orange potion. Blaise was snickering at him.

"You had to do it in Snape's class?" he whispered.

Draco smirked. "Yes. I though it'd be interesting to see what would happen."

"You boyfriend doesn't look too happy."

"He'll probably make me pay later," Draco said nonchalantly. He added the last ingredient, gave the potion one last stir, filled a vial with it, and capped it. "Here Blaise, go give it to Snape."

Blaise obeyed and took the orange vial from him. Gold letters appeared on Draco's book. 'You're an ass.'

He smiled. "Thank you."

'You shouldn't have done that. I'm so embarrassed.'

"They're probably going to be shocked that you made a noise rather than the reason for it."

'Thanks to you my boxers are wet.'

Draco nearly laughed out loud which earned him another glare from Harry. The black-haired boy began to clean up the table. The bell rang just as they were done cleaning up. He watched in amusement as Harry ran out of the classroom.

"Harry! Wait up for us!" Weasley called.

"What's his problem?" he heard Granger ask the redhead. They both ran after Harry.

Oh nothing, Draco thought. Golden Boy just couldn't control himself. Gathering his things he left to go to Arithmancy. As he was climbing the stairs to the second floor, he was pushed aside by a group of students running up the stairs. He stopped himself from yelling something rude after them when he realized they were professors. Why were they in such a rush?

Draco's hand shot out and pulled on Neville Longbottom's robes when he was about to run past Draco. The chubby boy lost his balance and fell, trying to stop himself from toppling down the stairs. He looked up at Draco with surprise and fear in his eyes. The fear that the boy had always felt toward Draco was purely entertaining to the blond.

"Longbottom!" Draco barked, noting with satisfaction that the boy winced. "What's going on?"

The boy swallowed. "H-Hermione sent me to get P-Professor Dumbledore, b-because H-Harry-"

Draco didn't hear the rest of his sentence. He was already running toward the Gryffindor Tower. His mind was racing. What could possibly be wrong with Harry? I hope my ministrations to him in Potions has nothing to do with it. Draco would've laughed at the notion if the situation weren't so serious.

He skidded to a halt in front of the picture of the Fat Lady. "Open up," he panted.

She gave him a superior look. "I need the password."

"Fuck the password!" he snapped. "Open the fuck up! It's an emergency."

Her lips thinned. "I cannot open up until you say the password."

Draco was losing his temper and his worry over Harry wasn't helping much. His heart was beating like crazy and his mind was coming up with horrible images of what might be wrong with his lover. His brain was pounding as if it wanted to escape from his skull. He suddenly saw a wall that was a violent shade of red in his mind's eye. Though the wall looked solid, it was also see-through. Finding the wall to be irritating and distracting, he mentally pushed against it to get rid of it. Draco somehow knew that if his mind could get through the wall, it would disappear. He felt himself slide through the wall, shivering at the cold feeling that suddenly washed over him. The wall disappeared and he was able to concentrate on the present. A hole in the wall where the portrait of the Fat Lady had been met his eyes. Not bothering to wonder what had just gone on, he rushed into the hole. He heard voices up the right flight of stairs and ran up it. Draco saw an open door where the noise was coming from. He stopped in front of it and gave an inaudible gasp.

The three professors were standing a couple of meters away from the door with Weasley and Granger next to them. Draco was tall so he could see over McGonagall's head. Objects were flying around the room, occassionally smashing into the walls or another object and breaking. Broken glass littered the floor and sometimes the shards flew up to join the flying objects. And amidst this chaos was Harry standing in the middle of the room, ripping what appeared to be a piece of parchment, oblicious to everything around him. His face was screwed up in anger.

"Harry!" Dumbledore had to shout over the loud clangs of the objects hitting eachother. "You must calm down and let us help you!" A blue shield surrounded the five people when large pieces of glass came at them.

"Tell us what's wrong!" Granger sounded close to tears.

When Harry showed no sign of even hearing them, Dumbledore turned to Snape. "Can you reach his mind?"

Snape aimed his wand at Harry. "Legilimens."

Draco caught the professor as he flew backwards. Draco was pushed against the wall and flinched when he felt a bump on his head.

"Thank you Draco," Snape said getting up. He took another look at the blond. "What are you doing here? How did-"

"Professor, there will be time for questions later," Dumbledore said, looking over his shoulder at teacher and student.

"I can't get into his mind. He has a very powerful barrier around it as you could tell."

"We have to calm him down," McGonagall sounded desperate. "He'll destroy everything or hurt himself if he keeps this up."

"How are we suposed to, Professor?" Granger asked anxiously. "We can't get near him and he can't hear us."

"Let me through," Draco said. All five pairs of eyes turned to him.

"You?!" Weasley bellowed. "I'm sure he'll really be calmed at the sight of you."

Draco ignored him and looked straight into blue eyes which were staring back at him thoughtfully. Dumbledore finally nodded.

"Alright Mr. Malfoy. I'll put a protection cha-"

"That won't be necessary," he interrupted. Somehow he knew that Harry would get even more unsettled if he was exposed to any more magic.

"Are you sure?"" Dumbledore asked.

Draco nodded and stepped out of his shield. He began walking, not taking his eyes off the raven-haired Gryffindor who was picking random objects out of the air and hurling it across the room. Draco dodged a bottle of ink. He could hear the sound of glass under his feet. Harry took no notice of him and kept throwing things. He was only ten feet away now. He felt something warm running down his cheek. It wasn't until a metallic flavor entered his mouth did he realize it was blood.

"Harry," he said gently, still slowly walking to the Gryffindor. "Come here, Harry."

Wild green eyes stared into silver. An outraged yell ecaped from Harry as he threw a knife at Draco. Draco moved quickly to the side, but wasn't fast enough to escape unscathed. The knife grazed his left arm and cut him. An aching pain made his left arm feel numb, but he didn't stop walking. Harry was within touching distance now. With a start he realized that Harry didn't recognize him. His eyes were full of anger and fear, and was that... pain?

Draco grabbed the boy in a tight embrace before he could throw anything else at him. Harry's body was trembling and he was struggling to break free and release his arms which were pinned to his sides.

"It's all right, Harry. It's Draco. Calm down baby," Draco murmured soothingly. "You're safe. I got you," he placed a tender kiss on his neck. Harry stopped struggling. Both boys sank to the floor, Draco still holding onto him. The trembling stopped a few moments later. He heared all of the objects falling to the ground. He loosened his embrace on Harry, but didn't let go. The Gryffindor's body was rigid.

"Relax. It's all right," Draco ran a hand over his back. His body gradually settled into Draco's. He rested his head on the Slytherin's shoulder. He felt his robes getting wet and realized that Harry was crying.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. Draco glanced up and saw that all of them were looking at him with stunned expressions on their faces. Weasley looked like a fish struggling to breath on land; Granger's eyes were impossibly wide; a slightly disgusted and appalled look graced Snape's face; McGonagall looked politely shocked; and Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling.

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