Butterfly Kisses

"You wanted to see me," it wasn't a question. Draco went and sat in an armchair.

Dumbledore looked at the confident Slytherin from his desk. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy. I wanted to discuss your Gift further."

Draco leaned his head back. "Ask away."

"Are those three times that you mentioned the only times you've used your Gift?"

Draco shrugged. "I think so."

"Tell me about the first time you remember using it."

"My father had taken away my broomstick, because I had talked back to my mother. He locked it in his study with a locking spell. I was mad, because Blaise and I were supposed to go flying that day, and I wanted to show off my new broom.

"I stole my mother's wand and tried to unlock the door, but it just wouldn't work. I got really mad and I saw that wall again, only it wasn't as thick as when I saw it earlier. I pushed against it and you know what happened."

"And the other time?"

"Well, Pansy decided to curse Blaise, because he had turned her down for a date. Everyone started screaming and panicking when they found that nobody knew the counter-curse for turning a human into a parrot. I was doing homework and their screaming gave me a headache. I got mad and Blaise repeating everything I said only made it worse. My mind didn't show me a wall this time, though. It showed me a kind of puzzle. When I put the puzzle of Blaise's human form togther, which took a while, he turned back into himself."

Dumbledore nodded. "I see. It seems that you trigger your Gift when you're feeling intense emotions. This Gift is quite extraordinary. There are only a handful of witches and wizards in the magical world that can do what you do. If you can learn to control it, it will be an excellent weapon to use as a spy."

Draco froze at the mention of the 'Ceremony' for him on Halloween. What horrors would he be exposed to because of the Dark Mark? He sometimes heard Blaise screaming from nightmares. Whenever that happed Draco would case a Silencing spell around his friend's bed so his other roommates wouldn't be awoken. He never mentioned any of this to Blaise, though. The boy seemed to want to keep his nightmares to himself.

"You don't have to receive the Dark Mark," the aging wizard said gently. "Going into hiding is not a coward's way out."

A hard, determined look crossed the pale face. "I'll spy and help bring that bastard down."

Dumbledore decided not to comment on Draco's language. "May I ask why you've decided to betray your father and turn on the way of life you were raised to?"

Draco looked straight into his eyes. "A Malfoy does not obey and kiss other people's boots, especially that of a half-blood. My father must think differently, and I do not agree. I may be a spy for you, but only because I want the Dark Lord gone, not because I support your side. My father has disgraced the Malfoy name, and it has shamed every one of my relatives. Perhaps it will be restored when the Dark Lord is gone." Draco decided that that was all the Headmaster needed to know. The rest was too personal.

Dumbledore said nothing, but Draco knew that Dumbledore was aware that there was more to it. "Be careful, my dear boy. Now go to supper. It's just begun."

Draco got up and left the office.

*~*~*

The next day was gloomy. Gray, ominous clouds hung over the castle, and as if fulfilling its threat, it began to rain a little after noon. Draco's mood suited him perfectly to the weather. His fellow Slytherins, sensing the Slytherin leader's mood, steered clear of his path. Only the amazingly dimwitted Crabbe and Goyle seemed oblivious to their capricious leader.

Draco could not pay attention to anything that the teachers aid, nor did he bother to try to listen. He was too worried about his Initiation the following day. Anyone who was valiant enough to try to talk to him was either met with a hex or two.

"Draaaaaco!" Pansy whined. "You're not listening to me!"

The blond silently counted to twenty. "As impossible as it may seem I have something more important to do than to listen to you."

"Draaaaaco!"

"Stay with her!" he snarled to Crabbe and Goyle. He rubbed his temples as he went to find some peace and quiet. Didn't that damn girl know when to leave him alone?

The far side of the lake proved to be the only place where he could be alone. He had a free period so he stayed there in the rain until the next class was going to being.

He slowly got down from the rock he was sitting on and began walking toward the castle. He was soaking wet, but he didn't bother to conjure an umbrella. He'd always liked the rain.

Draco did a drying spell when he entered the doors.

'There you are.' Harry stood at the foot of the stairs. 'What were you doing out in the rain? Trying to get sick?'

"Don't act like a mother, Potter. Eugh, that mental image is quite disturbing. Shouldn't you be in class?" he asked.

'Shouldn't you be?'

The Slytherin scowled. "Alright, so you might have a point."

'What were you doing out there, anyway?'

"Making wild passionate love with Pansy."

Green eyeds widened.

Draco sighed in exasperation. "Why are you so dumb? Gullible Gryffindor."

Harry crossed his arms indignantly. 'I'm not dumb!'

Skeptical gray eyes looked at him, but Draco changed the subject. "Why were you looking for me?'

Harry bit his lower lip and looked away.

Understanding dawned on Draco. "We didn't fuck last night," a sly grin crossed his face. "Scared that I might be losing interest in you, Potter?"

'No!' Harry still averted Draco's eyes.

"You're horrible at lying. Well, just to let you know, you're still my sex toy and you'll have to wait till later tonight to get shagged. Now I got to get to History."

He could tell that his lover was stunned at being dismissed so quickly. I love being unpredictable, he smirked as he made his way up the stairs.

*~*~*

Quiet grumbles could be heard from the members of the Slytherin Quidditch Team as they struggled to control their brooms against the fierce wind. Of course they kept quiet when their captain was around. It didn't seem worth it to have to face furious gray eyes and do endless flying drills all because of a few complaints.

All six Slytherins winced when Draco barked at them to do six laps around the pitch. Once they were sure he wasn't in hearing range, grumbles could be heard again.

"Can't we be done?" Blaise whined. "It's pouring and we're all going to die of pneumonia if we don't get out of the rain soon. Pomfrey's out of that potion."

The others stopped to see if Draco would give in to the only one brave enough to speak his mind to the Seeker.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Draco bellowed. He watched in satisfaction as they all took off. He turned to look at his dark-haired friend with an angry expression. "We'll stop when I say so," he snapped.

Blaise was completely unfazed. "Well, someone hasn't gotten lucky today," he said and flew off before the Seeker could hex him.

He dismissed his soaking wet team ten minutes later. They all rushed to their locker room, anxious to get out of the rain. Draco flew down to the ground and dismounted. He grabbed his broom and began walking, only to find that he couldn't move his body.

What idiot would dare cast a spell on me? he thought furiously, moving his eyes to see if he could spot said idiot. After a quick scan of the empty expanse of grass in front of him, he deduced that the caster was behind him. He turned even more furious when a thought occurred to him. Harry. He was the only one who would hex Draco Malfoy.

"Potter!" Draco yelled. "Take this spell off this instant!"

He heard Harry walk up behind him then to his front. A lazy smile was on his lips. Greens eyes stared intently into gray.

'What's wrong, Draco?'

"I'm going to Avada Kedavra your fine ass if you don't take off this spell," he growled.

Harry reached up and traced Draco's lips with his fingers. Draco captured Harry's fingers between his teeth and bit down. Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opened in a silent scream of pain. Draco let his fingers go, smirking at the stunned look on his face.

'You prick!" Harry sucked on his fingers as he shot Draco an angry look. 'That hurt!'

"A lesson in life that you need to learn, Potter. Never mess with a Malfoy."

A black eyebrow shot up. Harry let his now aching fingers out of his mouth. He stepped closer to the blond. 'Don't you know? I never learn my lessons.' His hand travelled to cradle Draco's head as he took the smirking mouth into his hungry one.

*~*~*

Once Draco regained his breathing he withdrew himself from Harry and laid beside him on the ground. He winced when he sunk into the very wet and soft ground. "Bloody hell," he groaned. "If I get a cold, you're going to die."

Harry gave him an innocent look and smiled sweetly. He waved a hand and Draco found himself clean of their activity. Draco sat up and began to dress.

"Holy shit," a stunned voice said behind them.

They both spun around. The whole Slytherin team met their eyes with shocked expressions on their faces. Draco cursed when he remembered that they had just shagged on the Quidditch pitch for all the world to see. Harry, still stark naked, hid behind Draco.

"Er-" when had he started saying er?

"Bloody fucking hell," Theordore Nott breathed. "That was incredible!"

Murmurs of agreement were heard.

Draco crossed his arms in indignation. "And how long have you lot been standing there?"

A few of them blinked, the sound of their captain's voice bringing them out of thoughts on what they wanted to do and who with.

"We pretty much saw the whole show," Blaise said.

"What I wouldn't pay to see that again," a Chaser commented.

"What I wouldn't pay to join them," another said.

Draco scowled at them. For once they were only slightly intimidated. A sopping wet Draco, his face still flushed from the aftermath of sex, inspired awe, not fear.

"What were you doing still out in the Quidditch pitch? I thought you wanted to go inside so bad."

"We saw Potter," Theordore explained. "We wanted to see what would happen."

"We weren't disappointed," one of them added.

Draco was about to retort when he felt Harry press closer to him. The shorter boy was shivering and his teeth were chattering. His robes were laying ten feet away from them.

Draco took out his wand. "Accio robes." He did a drying spell on the robes and handed it to Harry who gave him a grateful look and put it on. Draco did the spell on himself, knowing that he would get soaked again if he didn't get out of the rain.

"Expect practice on Saturday morning at seven in the morning," Draco said curtly.

"Aww! Draco!" Blaise whined. "Saturday's my day to sleep in!"

Draco smirked as he picked up his broom and started walking toward the exit. "You should've thought of that before you decided to spy on me." Harry ran to catch up to him.

'I can't believe they saw us.' His cheeks were red.

Draco shrugged. "We did shag in the middle of the Quidditch pitch."

'Do you think they saw me do wandless magic?'

"Is it so important that nobody knows?"

'Yes.'

Draco was more worried about his father finding out. His Initiation Ceremony was in less than twenty-four hours. What would happen when the Dark Lord found out? Draco could think of many possibilities, all of which weren't pleasant.

He stopped dead in his tracks. What if the Dark Lord killed him? If he decided to probe Draco's mind he would find out that Draco was a traitor and had some weird feelings for Hary Potter. Nobody would even think to stop Voldemort if he decided to kill Draco. His father wouldn't even bat an eyelash.

'Draco?' Harry's uncertain fingers on his cheek brought him out of his thoughts. 'Are you alright? You kind of spaced out.'

Draco pulled away from him. "I'm fine," he said irritably. He knew that it was unfair of him to be vexed at Hary for being so oblivious to the sacrafices of witches and wizards, be it death or not, just so that the Boy-Who-Lived could continue to do so. Draco was going to join the numbers.

He ignored Harry's frown and walked to the Great Hall for supper. By the looks of the empty hall, supper had been done with quite a long time ago. Draco went and sat down at the Slytherin table and food suddenly appeared in front of him. Harry came and sat down next to him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco asked, picking at his food.

Harry straddled the bench and grinned at him. 'I'm here to feed you.'

"Feed me," Draco repeated dumbly.

'Yes, feed you. You haven't been eating properly since Sunday.'

"My eating habits are none of your business, Potter."

Harry raised his eyebrows as Draco continued to play with his food. 'It is if I make it.'

"Well, aren't you just the mo-" Harry popped a piece of broccoli into the ice blond's mouth. Draco started coughing.

'Chew and swallow.'

Draco did so since spitting it out would be un-Malfoyish and choking would be undignified. The red color that appeared when one was choking did nothing for his hair anyway.

Harry smiled. 'Good boy.'

"I'm not a child so don't treat me li-" another morself of food was thrown into his mouth, this time a big piece of chicken. Draco stared daggers at the Gryffindor who was looking at him patiently. Once the chicken was chewed and swallowed, Draco opened his mouth to tell him off. Harry quickly put more chicken into Draco's mouth. Draco tried to growl at him, but the chicken he was swallowing stopped him.

"Potter-" he held up a hand to deflect a carefully aimed carrot, "I can feed myself. If you continue to use this method of feeding me you'll cause me to die of asphyxiation, which, I might remind you, is not how I want to die."

'Oh? And how are you planning to die?'

"Like my great-grandfather."

'What happened to him?'

"He gracefully fell off his broom."

'Wow. Must've been a mighty fall.'

"I'll have you know, Potter, that he was only three freet from the ground. He only fell because he was having a heart attack. A fatal heart attack I might add."

Harry raised his eyebrows. 'Why would you want to die with a pained expression on your face?'

Draco looked affronted. "Malfoys are very gifted at hiding our emotions. My grandfather died with a peaceful look on his face," he snorted. "Pained expression indeed."

Harry rolled his eyes. 'It seems like vanity runs in your family.'

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with looking your best."

'Yes, but there's something wrong with spending hours in front of a mirror.'

"I do not spend hours in front of a mirror," the blond sniffed. "Just one."

'I don't know why you spend even a minute looking at your reflection. You're almost the hottest guy in Hogwarts.'

"I never knew you to be so flatter- Hey!" Draco exclaimed. "What do you mean almost?"

'Terry Boot in Ravenclaw is VERY good looking.'

Draco felt a pang of jealousy. He was annoyed at himself for feeling like this, especially when he knew Harry had said that just to tease him. Draco decided to play along. See how the Gryffindor would feel to think that Draco didn't have eyes only for him.

"I say that Dean Thomas in your House is ten times better than Terry Boot. Best looking guy in Gryffindor in fact."

To his satisfaction, Harry's eyes darkened. Draco saw the jealousy he had felt moments before reflected in the jade irises. Harry scowled at him.

'Oh? Then why aren't you with him?'

Draco shrugged, trying for an apathetic tone of voice. "Already done." He watched as Harry's cheeks turned an angry red.

'What, did you shag my whole House?'

Draco pretened to ponder. "I think so. Most of the sixth and seventh years anyway. Except for that Mudblood."

Harry stood up angrily. His eyes were sparkling, whether with rage at Draco for calling Granger a Mudblood or at the Slytherin himself, Draco did not know. Probably both, he decided.

"Potter!" Draco called as Harry stormed off. "I thought you were going to feed me? I'm not eating," he added when Harry didn't stop.

As predicted, Harry stopped. He stood still, his back to Draco. It looked as if he were fighting with himself. After a few moments he turned around and began walking back to his blond lover. Anger fought with concern in the emerald depths, the latter winning.

Draco smirked at Harry. The dark-haired boy sat down. He picked up a fork and viciously stabbed a broccoli, holding it to Draco's mouth. Draco obediently opened his mouth and carefully took the vegetable into his mouth. Harry speared some chicken and held it out to him. Draco didn't eat much, having a feeling that he'd see it again soon.

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