Butterfly Kisses

"Professor McGonagall, if you would take both boys to the hospital wing. We'll stay here and clean this mess up," Dumbledore said.

Draco let Harry go and stood up. He helped the slighly smaller boy to his feet. He was glad that Harry's eyes were emerald instead of the dark green that it had been.

Harry was able to walk to the hospital ward unaided. Professor McGonagall kept looking at the two, but did not utter a word. Madam Pomfrey tsked when she saw the Slytherin and the Gryffindor and sat them on different beds.

"Did you two get in a fight again? I honestly don't think a day can go by without you two jumping eachother," she chattered, oblivious to McGonagall's wide-eyed look and Harry's flush of embarassment. Draco found that Pomfrey was the only one in the room that took the meaning in a non-sexual way. He thought it highly amusing.

"Take your robes off," the nurse instructed them.

Draco let her fuss over him while he eyed Harry's body appreciatively. Even under his jeans and t-shirt Draco could see his well-formed body. The raven-haired boy blushed and managed to give Draco a seductive smile. Draco looked away from him, thinking that it wouldn't be a good thing to have a hard-on while Madam Pomfrey was examining him. She might get the wrong idea.

His wounds were cleaned and his arm was wrapped in bandages. The cut wasn't deep, but it wasn't shallow either. It began aching again, but Draco didn't say anything. He wanted to be left alone with Harry.

After what seemed like hours the nurse left with McGonagall. Draco got down from his bed and began walking to the other boy, striding in that confident way of his. Harry followed his every move with hungry eyes.

"You owe me an explanation," Draco stopped in front of him.

Harry wrapped his hands around the blond's waist and pulled him down on the bed. Draco broke the fall with his hands. Harry lifted his head for a kiss which Draco did not give him. Draco straddled the Gryffindor's hips and sat up. An aristrocratic eyebrow went up when something hard poked at him. Harry looked up at him with reddened cheeks.

"No explanation no sex," the Slytherin said.

He pouted and gave Draco that pleading wide-eyed look he had used the night before. It disappeared when Draco firmly shook his head.

'Stubborn Slytherin.' The words were a bit difficult to read due to the bright light coming through the windows.

Draco smirked at him and straightened his collared shirt as he waited for Harry to continue.

'Voldemort sent me something that made me remember.'

"Remember what?" Curiosity was shining in the silver irises.

'Why I shouldn't talk.'

Draco whistled. "Must've been a hell of a reminder to get you so pissed off like that."

Harry gave him a sheepish grin. 'Sorry. It's hard to control myself when I'm mad.'

"Obviously. You nearly made me lose my arm," the platinum blond showed him his bandaged arm.

'I'm sorry.' He gave Draco a seraching look. 'I thought you were someone else.'

Draco drew back at the intensity of Harry's eyes that it had just recetly acquired. The jade eyes scanned his face as if looking for something. There was a shadowed hope in the green depths that didn't want to find what he was looking for.

As quickly as the searching look had come it disappeared in the same manner. Draco was left in a perplexed and disoriented state of mind, something that the Malfoy heir had never experienced in his seventeen years on the Earth and he found the feeling quite disconcerting.

'Stop looking in my eyes and the feeling will go away.'

Draco blinked and did as Harry instructed. Instantly his mind was devoid of the confusion that it had just previously felt. Instead it was replaced with curiosity at what had occured between the sable-haired boy and himself.

"What was that?'

Harry looked away from him, his eyes taking on a look of guilt.

"Potter..." Draco growled in a dangerous voice.

The green-eyed boy bit his lower lip and winced. "I accidentally went into your mind.'

The blond sat up straighter, moving his hips against Harry's, eliciting a moan from the lust-filled Gryffindor. Draco, however, didn't seem to notice as he was carefully pondering what Harry had just said.

Merlin, the boy was bloody powerful! Though Draco wasn't too cheerful about the fact that Harry could pentrate his mind so easily, he had to admire how powerful Harry was. But then he had to be if he was planning to defeat Voldemort.

After the initial shock of the extent of Harry's pwers, Draco began feeling angry at the innocen-looking boy beneath him. There were many things stored in his head that plagued the recesses of his mind and Draco didn't want Harry to uncover them without his consent.

His eyes darkened to a thick smokie gray. "Don't ever do that again without my permission."

Harry gave him a doleful look. 'It was an accident.'

Draco's lips twitched as he tried not to show his amusement at his lover's endearing eyes. "Don't let it happen again."

He stuck out his tongue. 'Heard you the first time.'

Draco bent to kiss him. Harry opened his mouth eagerly to accept the blond's. The Slytherin suddenly found himself on the bottom. Harry straddled his hips, his lips leaving Draco's to kiss and bite his way down the pale boy's neck. He found himself groaning from the pain and pleasure as he moved his head to the side to give Harry better access. He felt a tugging on the buttons of his shirt. He helped Harry unbutton them. The raven-haired boy slipped his hand into Draco's trousers. Draco bit Harry's lower lip and moaned.

Harry's fingers played with Draco's arousal until he was wishing he hadn't worn any pants. Draco bit his lip to keep from begging Harry to give him release. His Malfoy pride would not allow it.

Teasing green eyes met his. Harry closed his mouth over a pink nipple, making Draco grip the bedsheets. He arched into Harry when he felt sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Harry," his voice was thick with longing.

Harry withdrew his hand from Draco's trousers and released his nipple from his mouth. He got off of the blond and stood next to the bed.

Draco lifted his head weakly. "Harry?"

The green-eyed Gryffindor smiled mischievously at him and began backing away. Draco watched as he calmly sat on the other bed, his face blank.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco demanded. "Get over here and finish what you started!"

Draco narrowed his eyes when Harry shook his head.

"Potter," he growled.

Harry looked innocently at him.

The Malfoy heir felt his temper rising. "If you don't get over here I won't touch you for a week."

The emerald eyes showed incredulity at the threat. 'That's what you get for doing what you did in Snape's class.'

Draco would've whacked himself, but of couse he didn't since Malfoys never did something as undignified as that. He had known Harry would've paid him back for doing what he did in Potions. His head fell back on the bed.

"Prick," he muttered bitterly. He gracefully got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to fix his problem. When he came out, Dumbledore was sitting in a chair and talking to Harry.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Please come and have a seat."

"I already came," Draco said under his breath as he sat on the same bed that Harry was on. Harry looked at him and grinned at his comment. Draco scowled at him.

"I hope you two are feeeling well."

Harry nodded at the Headmaster.

"Good. I was wondering if you could tell me how you got into the Gryffindor rooms, Mr. Malfoy?'

"That Fat Lady let me in," he lied. In all honesty he had no idea how he had managed to get the Portrait open.

Dumbledore smiled at him. "The odd thing is the Pink Lady told me that you never gave her the password."

Draco sighed. What was the point of lying to the old man? He knew everything anyway. He tried to explain about the red wall that had appeared in his mind and what had happened. "-then I pushed against it with my mind and it seemed like I just kind of went through it, and then I realized that the portrait had swung open."

Dumbledore was silent after Draco's explanation. His blue eyes was clouded in deep thought. Draco leaned against the bed's headboard and stretched out his longs legs. He pulled Harry next to him and sat the green-eyed boy between his legs. Harry immediately settled into Draco and rested his head on the blond's chest. It was only when he felt Harry's hair tickling his chest that he remembered with apathy that his shirt was completely unbuttoned.

Dumbledore looked at the two on the bed with somewhat amazed eyes. Enemies have now become lovers? He had noticed in the past month how each one gave the other a surreptitious look when he thought that the other wasn't looking. He was relieved that Harry wasn't in danger in Draco's company. Of course the Malfoy heir still had to prove his loyalty to Dumbledore, but he was sure Draco wasn't planning to serve Voldemort.

"Mr. Malfoy, you do know that the entrances to the Houses are very heavily protected. Some have tried to get in by force and still have failed. You cannot go into a House without knowing the password. What you have done is you found the spells with your mind and broke them. That is a very rare and powerful gift that you have, Mr. Malfoy. Have you done that with other spells before?"

"When I was eight I unlocked my father's study in the same way," Draco said as he lazily ran his hand through Harry's hair. "Then I turned Blaise back into himself in fourth year without my wand when Pansy turned him into a parrot."

Dumbledore nodded. "Please come and see me later. Harry, would you tell me what got you so angry that you would lose control?"

Harry closed his eyes. 'Voldemort sent me a piece of paper that said 'Remember' on it. Then as soon as I touched the parchement, he sent me images and I remembered things quite vividly.'

Draco unconsciously tightened his grip on Harry.

"Perhaps I shall start checking your letters for you. It's very dangerous when you can't control you powers, Harry."

He nodded.

Dumbledore stood up. "Both you and Mr. Malfoy will start training with Professor Snape starting the day after Halloween. He'll come and tell you what time and place."

Harry's eyes opened. 'Snape?'

"I'm sorry that I can't train you right now, Harry. Professor Snape is quite talented at wandless magic, and he knows a bit about Draco's Gift."

'Why do I need more training? I already know how to do wandless magic.'

Dumbledore smiled gently at Harry. "I know you do, but there's much more advanced spells and such that you must master."

Harry's face darkened. 'I still don't see how Snape can help me with that. If anything he'll make me lose control.'

"All the more reason for you to learn to control your powers at all times."

He scowled and looked away from the Headmaster. Dumbledore bade them farewell, which neither boy responded to, and left. They both sat in silence for a few minutes, Harry sulking, and Draco very amused. Snape wasn't really that bad. He just preferred the Slytherins much more than he did the other Houses. Or did that make him bad?

'It's not fair. I hate Snape.'

"Yeah, well you hated me and now we're fucking eachother."

Harry looked up at him and made a face. 'Are you saying that me and Snape are going to be doing unmentionable things to eachother soon?'

Draco paled at the mental images. "Eugh."

Harry grinned. 'Not very pretty, eh?'

The flaxen-haired Slytherin traced Harry's famous scar with his index finger. Harry snuggled closer to him, burying his face in the Slytherin's stomach. Draco laid down and started stroking Harry's back. Emerald eyes fluttered closed. A few minutes later Harry was asleep.

Draco admired the sleeping Gryffindor. He looked very peaceful when he was sleeping. His mouth wasn't in its usual frown of worry.

"Merlin, you poisoned him!" a voice cried out.

Draco looked over to the doorway and saw Weasley and Granger. The redhead looked absolutely horrified and the Mudblood was glaring daggers at him.

"Don't be a moron, Weasel, though it does seem to come naturally to you. If I had poisoned him, do you think I would have stuck around until you and your Mudblood girlfriend found me?" Draco sneered.

Weasley's face turned a darker shade of red. "Don't call her that! Her blood may not be pure, but she has ten times the brains you have!"

"You'd think the smartest witch in the school would find a good reason to dump you. I already have a reason, and Merlin knows she stares at it every time she looks at you," Draco said smoothly.

"Looks aren't everything!" Granger snapped. "But I suppose you're too conceited and arrogant to know that!"

"In Weasley's case, looks are everything. If he doesn't have that, and I'm here to attest that he doesn't, he really doesn't have much going for him, now does he?"

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" he yelled.

Draco smiled coolly. "I'm afraid Harry already has that honor."

They both visibly paled dramatically. Draco concluded that it was one of the wonders of life to see someone's face change from red to white in less than a second.

"I'm going to be sick," Granger groaned.

"You bastard!" Weasley screamed. "Did you put Harry under the Imperius Curse, 'cause I sure as hell know he wouldn't come ear you with a ten feet broomstick!"

Draco smirked. "His broomstick isn't that long."

When the two Gryffindors caught his meaning, they both indeed looked sick.

Harry stirred and opened his eyes. He looked at Draco and then at his two best friends. Draco saw the worried look appear in the jade-green eyes.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?" Weasley asked.

The raven-haired boy bit his bottom lip. He looked up at Draco. The Slytherin stopped stroking his back.

'Can I talk to Hermione and Ron alone?'

Draco moved Harry to a sitting position, seeing as the Gryffindor was reluctant to move away, and got up from the bed. He stretched, knowing perfectly well that he had a to-die-for body and also that he was totally gorgeous. He stalkd over to get his robes, preteneding to not notice Harry's hungry eyes and the very grudging admiration of the other two.

He shot Weasley and Granger a smirk and leaned down to kiss Harry. He brushed his lips across Harry's before dipping his head for a very passionate kiss that had Harry blushing when Draco pulled away. He raised an eyebrow and left the hospital wing, the two gaping Gryffindors, and a very horny Boy-Who-Lived.

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