Butterfly Kisses

"I would've expected better of you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape looked at him with a displeased expression. "I told you to stay in my quarters until you got better. What could have possibly possessed you to try to walk around the castle?" Blaise grinned at Draco over Snape's greasy head. "Potter," he mouthed, wiggling his eyebrows.

Draco would've hexed him if he had his wand and his arms didn't feel like lead. He must really be going mad. What was he doing trying to find Harry when he could barely walk? He sighed instead of answering. He was currently resting in Snape's bed. The Head of Slytherin had found him and carried him back to his quarters. Dumbledore had visited and excused him from classes for the rest of the week. From what the blond could tell it was very early in the morning. The students would start getting up in a couple of hours. Snape left to get more potion for Draco's pain. The potions were helping Draco immensely. Blaise leaned over him, a look of mock concern on his face.

"Are you all right, Draco?" his eyes were wide with worry.

"Zabini," he warned. "I'll kill--"

Blaise pressed a finger to Draco's lips. "Shush love," he cooed. "Don't talk. And don't think such violent thoughts. The negative energy could disrupt your delicate sense of mind."

"Zabini," Draco said again. "You better run for your life when I get out of this bed, because I will not rest until you're--"

The rest of Draco's threat was cut off as Blaise shoved a particularly large chunk of chocolate into the angry Slytherin's mouth. "What did I tell you about bad thoughts?"

Draco glowered at Blaise as he struggled to chew the chocolate. He knew Blaise was acting in his silly manner to reassure Draco that his wounds would heal. The physical ones at least. It wasn't a Slytherin's style to express their emotions to another human being. He was grateful to his friend for not showing unneeded concern.

A knock sounded on the door. Blaise left to answer it and returned a few moments later with Harry.

"I'll leave," Blaise said in a quiet voice when the two boys stared at each other. He left Snape's room, closing the door behind him.

Harry's emerald eyes travelled over Draco's face, lingering on his swollen bottom lip that he had been worrying. He finally met Draco's eyes, an unrecognisable sparkle in the jade irises. He walked up to the bed, never breaking eye contact. He reached for Draco's face. The blond, expecting a caress, was not prepared for the sharp slap.

"Hey!" he yelled in surprise.

Harry's eyes brightened with anger. 'What the hell do you think you were doing?'

Draco met his eyes defiantly, uncomfortable with the fact that he had to look up at Harry from his reclining position on the bed. "I do not have to explain myself to you, Potter."

'The hell you don't! Do you hate me so much that you had to go become a Death Eater?'

"Hate you? Don't flatter yourself, Potter. I would not become a Death Eater just because of you," Draco snapped. How could that idiot possibly think that I hate him?

'Then why did you do it?'

Draco closed his eyes tiredly. He felt Harry sit down on the bed. He began to tell him about everything. His plans for spying, his Initiation Ceremony, and his Dark mark. He opened his eyes to see a relieved expression cross the raven-haired boy's face, then, to his utter shock, Harry's face became angry again.

'You could've gotten yourself killed! This is dangerous!'

"Well, I didn't. My life is dangerous, Potter. Being the son of a Death Eater is hardly safe," Draco drawled.

'But now you're dealing with Voldemort directly. He could kill you any time if the fancy takes him.'

"I'm touched by your concern, but I can take care of myself," Draco said. "Besides, he can't kill me. I'm too bloody gorgeous."

Harry bit his lips, his eyes brilliant with held back tears. 'Don't joke, Draco.'

Draco hoped Harry wouldn't cry. He hated it when people cried. "Forget about it. I'm a new Death Eater so I won't be needed much."

'I can't forget.'

Draco rested a hand on the nape of Harry's neck and pulled him close so that their lips were almost touching. "Then help me forget," he whispered.

Harry inhaled and crushed Draco's lips to his. Draco let himself enjoy the sensation of Harry's lips, glad that it resembled nothing of pain. Harry's tongue slipped between Draco's lips, exploring every part of his lover's mouth. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, welcoming his invasion. He moved his hands to unbutton Harry's robes. Harry tore his mouth away and stopped him.

'Don't. We shouldn't do it. You're in pain.'

"Potter," he growled. "I'll do whatever the hell I want."

'You're hurt.'

Barely concealed desperation showed in the silver depths. "I want you inside me, Harry."

Harry was clearly contemplating. Draco took the green-eyed boy's fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing them then sucking. Harry watched, completely mesmerized, his breaths coming short and fast.

"I need you," Draco said. Draco released Harry's hand and again moved to unbutton the other boy's robes. Harry hesitantly did the same to Draco, taking extra care.

The first thing Harry looked at once they both were completely naked was the Dark Mark, its black image marring Draco's perfect skin. He touched it lightly. Draco hissed in pain. The skin there was still very sensitive.

"Fuck," he swore when Harry firmly grasped his left forearm, his palm pressing into the Mark. His arm numbed in pain. Draco squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He felt Harry's mouth on his, not moving, but just resting there. He forced his eyes open. Harry sat back up. He had been trying to get Draco to open his eyes.

'You're mine, Draco, not his.' Harry attacked his neck, trailing his tongue down that creamy neck, savouring Draco's taste.

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There were no windows in Snape's room, but Draco could tell it was close to noon when he woke up. He turned to his other side so he could see Harry. The Gryffindor was still sleeping, his glasses askew. Draco gently took them off and set them on the pillow. He never noticed how long Harry's lashes were or the way it fanned his cheeks. Draco touched them, running his fingers along the black lashes. He ran a finger down his cheek to trace his jawline. Strong and stubborn. He reached under the covers and took the other boy's hand, bringing it close to his face. He put his hand against Harry's and examined the sharp contrast between the two colours of skin.

Light and shadow, he thought. I'm light and he's shadow, or should it be the other way around? An ironic smile twisted his lips. He interlaced their fingers. He glanced up and found Harry staring back at him.

"What? No kiss?" Draco pouted.

Harry smiled. He moved his head to give Draco a kiss that tasted of sleep, then snuggled next to the blond.

'Draco?'

"Hmm?"

'Are you OK?'

Draco sighed exasperatedly. Wonderful, more Harry Potter concern. "I'm fine." Draco knew Harry didn't believe him, but couldn't see his face since it was pressed against his chest. He was relieved when the Gryffindor didn't pursue the matter.

"Harry?" he asked after they had been laying in silence for a while.

'Yes?'

"Promise me something?"

'What?'

"When you talk again I want to be the first to hear."

Harry tilted his head back and looked at him. His expression was a thoughtful one. Probably wondering why I asked him to promise something like that, Draco thought. I'm wondering the same thing. He didn't dwell too much on the thought since it made his head ache.

'Promise.'

Draco ran his finger along Harry's lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, Potter. Break it and I'll break you neck."

Harry fluttered his lashes. 'You're such a romantic, Draco. Now I know how much you care for me.'

"Not much, eh?"

'Draco.' Harry pouted, looking at him with wide eyes.

He looked back innocently at him. "Yes?"

'Promise me something.' His expression became serious.

"Depends."

'Promise me you won't get yourself killed.'

Draco scoffed. "Like I said, I'm too bloody gorgeous to kill."

Harry wrapped his arm around the Slytherin and buried his face in his chest. 'Promise!'

Draco ran his hand through the jet black hair. "You know I can't promise you that."

Harry sighed. 'I know. Just be careful.'

They laid in silence, the crackle of the fire the only noise. The intense pain he had experienced had ebbed to an ache.

"Draco and Harry." It just sounded so-- Draco didn't have any other word for it, as clichéd as that might sound-- right.

'Harry and Draco sound better.'

"Hare and Drake," he tested it out.

Harry pulled his head back and wrinkled his nose at him. 'Hare? Don't EVER call me that.'

"How about Ree and Co?"

They both were horrified.

"Harry and Co," Draco suddenly burst out laughing.

The Gryffindor looked at his lover with wide eyes, completely puzzled at what he found so funny.

"Come on Potter," Draco said between laughs. "Harry and Co," he began laughing harder.

Harry gave Draco an uncertain smile.

"You're so dense," Draco gasped out. "Harry and C-Co," he burst into a new fit of laughter. Harry waited for Draco to get done laughing so he could explain. Draco took longer to calm down than Harry expected. "Don't you get it? Harry and Co? Harry and company?"

Harry gave him an amazed look. 'THAT'S why you were laughing?'

"Yes."

'It doesn't even make sense. It can't be company because there's just you.'

"Yeah," Draco agreed, "but you are missing the little guy down there," he pointed at himself under the sheets.

'Oh!' Comprehension showed in Harry's eyes. 'Harry and CO!'

Draco broke into more laughter at the look on Harry's face that clearly said, "I can't believe I'm sleeping with a mental case."

"Stop it!" he panted. "Don't make me laugh! My body hurts already without you making me laugh. Ow... My ribs!"

Harry gathered a sheet around his wait and slowly got off the bed, eyeing the hysterical Slytherin warily. He backed into a corner, the bedsheet firmly wrapped around his waist in a modest manner.

A knock sounded at the door. Draco stopped laughing long enough to choke out, "Come in." Blaise stepped into the room, glancing at the deranged blond and the totally puzzled brunette in the corner.

"Er... Draco?" Blaise said tentatively.

"W-what?" Draco replied, calming down a bit.

"Are you OK?"

"Of course I'm OK," he tried to sound scornful, but his laughing face made it lose its effect. He took a deep breath and finally was calm, his face back to being blank except for his eyes which were still laughing.

"Could you put something on?" Blaise asked.

Draco glanced down at his exposed body and back to Blaise. "Why? It's nothing you haven't seen."

Blaise saw the jealousy that flashed in Harry's eyes. Draco followed Blaise's gaze and fastened on Harry. He thinks that Blaise was once my lover, Draco thought, noting the jealousy in his eyes.

Draco gave him a smirk and raised his eyebrows. "Something wrong, Potter?"

He shook his head.

Draco turned back to Blaise. "What is it?"

He put a goblet containing a horribly pink potion on the table. "Snape wants you to drink it. He was going to bring it in himself, but-- er-- he must've heard noises. He sent me in here instead, saying that he didn't want to have to gouge his eyes out at what he would see."

Draco picked up the goblet and made a face of distaste at the potion. "Does it have to be so pink?"

"Er--"

"Must be a pain-relieving potion." He sniffed it. "Yes, I smell wormwood. Snape's own special potion," he downed it in two gulps. "And he didn't even bother to hide the nasty flavour."

Blaise took the goblet from him. "You don't have to make so much fuss about the bloody potion." He walked to the door, then turned back to Draco and Harry. "Oh yeah. Snape said no more shagging in his bed or he'll beat Voldemort to torturing the both of you. It's better that I spare you the details of how he described your deaths," Blaise gave a visible shudder and left.

Draco got off the bed and walked to Harry who was still standing in the corner. He hooked a finger in the blanket gathered at the Gryffindor's waist and pulled. Harry stumbled against him. He nuzzled his neck, deeply breathing in his smell of strawberries and a faint scent of sweat.

'You're pretty horny for an injured man.'

Draco smirked against his neck. "You shouldn't have given into me in the first place. Your cock up my arse probably injured me more." He pulled away and pointed at himself. "I mean he's as stiff as a board and hasn't gone down since you pounded me."

Harry's face reddened. 'You wanted it.'

"Yes I did," he consented. "There's nothing like hot sex after what feels like a life death experience."

'I'll keep that in mind if I survive Voldemort.'

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