Disclaimer: Well, you know what? They're still not mine. I'm sad. Someone please cheer me up.

A/N: Now… where did I left off last time? Oh yes, Draco telling Harry to act dumb xP I think I have enough chapters of them battling and studying Braille, don't you think? ;D It is time my friends! To bring some LOVE into this story! Muwahahahahaha! It's not too early for some Drarry lovin' right? o.O No… of course not. :D It's NEVER too early.

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I'm itching to write a new story… But I can't think of a good plot :( I really shouldn't start a new one since I still have three incompletes o-o

Chapter 11: The First Time Trying

Severus had his head down as he silently glided over to the Dark Lord, who was peering down at him through scarlet eyes. A long and pale bony arm extended, calling to Snape. The Potions Master bowed deeply before going down on left knee, his right arm on top of his right thigh. All followers of the Dark Lord always kept their heads down, until Voldemort said otherwise.

"Severussss… My faithful ssservant. Tell me, isss our Sssavior doing quite well?" Voldemort's eyes turned to slits when Snape did not look up, "Look at me when I ssspeak with you."

Severus fought hard not to smirk at his 'Master'; he was also thankful that his Death Eater mask was on. Slowly, he tilted his head up and looked straight into Voldemort's white, pasty face. With a small wave of his hand, Severus' mask vanished.

"My Lord, Potter is well and not aware of your plan. Dumbledore still writes to me every so often, asking about Potter's well being. They know nothing my Lord." Severus' eyes were leveled, looking straight at the white-faced monster in front of him calmly. "The old fool believes it is my interest to keep Potter safe, while in truth I am only serving and loyal to you."

Severus wanted very much to gag right now. That want intensified when the Dark Lord's face split into a light smile. It really was a nasty sight.

Voldemort let out a wheeze that almost resembled a laugh, his yellow teeth bared for all to see.

"Good Sseveruss… Very good. You see, I planned to let our sweet Potter have a bit more time in living. Let'sss just sssay, he have until Chrissmass." Voldemort leaned back against his white, skeleton-made throne; his red eyes were concentrated on Snape. "You will keep Potter sssafe won't you? Ssafe until I kill him once and for all that iss."

Snape lowered his head, his calm still about him. "Of course."

Severus stood up and with one last deep bow before his master, he Disapparated.

"Surrender!" Draco cried, laughing as he tackled Harry to the bed, but careful not to hurt the smaller teen in any way.

Harry gasped when he felt both of Draco's arms flew around his torso; the force of when the blond rammed at him caused Harry to topple over and onto Draco's bed. Harry laughed audibly when Draco started tickling him relentlessly.

"Oh Merlin… Stop! Stop stop stop!" The blinded teen protested breathlessly; Harry let out an almost girlish squeal when Malfoy's fingers skimmed over his waist. "Draco! You're going to kill me because I can't breathe!" Harry tried to roll to the side but Draco had him pinned.

Malfoy smirked; he loved hearing Harry's laughter. They were music to his ears. Also, he had Harry all to himself; his godfather was gone for one of the Death Eater meetings. When Snape told the boys that he was leaving to see the Dark Lord, Harry was immediately worried about the Potions Master's safety. Having seen Harry's expression, Severus actually gave Potter an awkward pat on the brunet's skinny shoulder. Draco, on the other hand, went up to his godfather and gave the man a brief hug.

Now, it had been an hour since Severus left and Draco had Harry all to himself… Without worrying his godfather was prowling around in the premises.

Draco, cutting Harry some slack, stopped tickling the smaller teen and instead, dropped next to Harry. The Gryffindor giggled softly and rolled to his side, his nose pressed against Draco's neck.

"That wasn't fair… Now you know all of my ticklish spots." Harry tilted his head up, to the point where he thought Draco could see his face, and mock pouted.

Draco chuckled and claimed the other teen's lips; they were soft and warm. He brushed his thumb across Harry's eyelid and smiled when his love scrunched up his face just a bit.

"It's not my fault you're so ticklish, Potter." Draco said, "And do you know you squeal like a girl?"

"I do not!"

Harry huffed and stuck out his bottom lip at Draco. Even if his eyes were useless now, Harry still used them to his full advantage, such as batting them at Draco. He knew his boyfriend just could not resist his round, puppy eyes. Like everytime he did so, Harry was right for Draco groaned and planted a kiss on his pouting lips.

"You, Harry Potter, will be the death of me." Draco said, "How dare you use that against me!"

Harry smiled because he could tell Draco's tone was without heat. "Because I know you would fall for it every time." Harry replied cheekily; he shifted and rolled on top of the blond, who let out a cry of protest.

"Oi! You might be smaller than I am, but you still weigh a bit," Draco chided and cupped his hands behind Harry's head, pulling the brunet down for a kiss.

Harry happily responded to the blonde's kiss. When Draco lightly nipped his bottom lip, Harry groaned and parted his lips. Draco smiled into their kiss and tentatively delved his tongue inside the warm cavern that was Harry's mouth. Hands roamed down Harry's back, fingers curled around the material of the brunet's shirt. At some point, Harry had closed his eyes—even though there wasn't a difference—and his own hands were buried in Draco's soft, blond hair. He massaged the Slytherin's scalp, loving the way the silky platinum hair felt between his fingers. Harry slanted his head and started kissing the corner of Draco's mouth, and then moved on to the blonde's jaw, nipping his way up to Draco's ear.

Draco moaned when he felt Harry's wicked, wicked tongue licking along his jawline. Then he groaned when Harry's lips were nibbling at his earlobe. Damnit that was his sensitive area!

"Harry…" Draco panted; his fingers gripped the dark tresses on Harry's head a bit tighter.

"Hmm?" Harry hummed and unknowingly pressed his hips down, right onto Draco's hardening member.

Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head and instinctively pushed his hips upward, meeting Harry's. Potter let out a gasp and felt the arousal; he finally realized he had been grounding his hips down onto Draco's growing erection. He bit, not too hard, on Draco's earlobe, eliciting a moan from the blond beneath him.

"S-stop Harry… b-before things ge-eeet out of hand…" Draco gasped; he sucked in a breath when Harry thrust upward. "Oh you evil, evil man…" Draco scrunched up his face as if he was in pain, but of course in reality, it was the complete opposite.

Harry released the soft flesh of the lobe and started planting butterfly kisses on Draco's face.

"Maybe." A nip to Draco's jaw. "I do want things," A hard suck on Draco's pulse point. "To get out of hand…" Harry licked at a spot where he had just bitten.

Draco growled; he wrapped his legs around Harry's and flipped them over, him on top and Harry at the bottom. Harry let out a sigh as Draco began his task of having every inch of Harry's skin kissed. When Draco's lips descended onto Harry's scar, a tingling sensation rippled through Harry's body. Draco noticed the shudder and eased his body up, just a bit.

"What's wrong love? Did I hurt you?" Draco asked; he took in the sight of a flushed Harry and felt his cock twitched. Draco suppressed a groan; his Harry was beautiful.

"Oh. No, no of course not! It's just… when you kissed my scar… it felt nice." Harry blushed and smiled shyly. Draco chuckled and swooped down to kiss Harry's nose.

"So the scar is a sensitive area? I wonder where else you're sensitive…" Draco murmured and slid down Harry's body; his lips making kisses down Harry's face, to his neck.

Harry moaned in pleasure as Draco pressed feathery kisses on his heated skin. As those sinful lips trailed down, Harry writhed; gasps escaped his mouth when Malfoy occasionally nipped him. The brunet let out a particularly loud groan when Draco's hips ground against his arousal.

"Fu-uuuck!" Harry cried; his eyes snapped opened, "Dracooo… You-you... I need... Oooohhh…" Harry's sentence ended with a dragged out moan when Draco bucked his hips.

"Yes love, I know exactly what you need." Draco purred and moved lower, until he was looking down at Harry's chest.

Licking his lips, Draco sat on his knees and with nimble fingers, he unbuttoned Harry's jeans. The brunet's breath hitched when he felt Draco's slightly cold fingers touching the skin above the waistband.

"Draco… What-Are we really…" Harry gulped; he knew his face was red, if the heat was anything to go by.

Draco stopped his ministrations once he heard how nervous Harry was. He crawled up again, placing a gentle kiss upon Harry's still swollen lips.

"I'll stop if you're not ready," Draco murmured; he smiled when Harry blinked at him owlishly. For a second, Draco also wished Harry could see him…

"Oh Draco… Don't get me wrong," Harry bit his bottom lip, "I guess… I'm nervous… It-it's the first time I uh… I'm doing this." Harry faced away from Draco and cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment.

'Great I just told Draco I'm a fucking virgin…'

Draco chuckled and cupped the side of Harry's face, making Harry facing him again.

"It's alright love, I'll wait until you're ready. I am not going to force you to do something you're not ready for." Draco said reassuringly.

Harry smiled warmly, which in turn made Draco blush. The smaller teen then wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, pulling the blond down. Draco sighed contently and rested his head on Harry's broader chest.

"Whenever you're ready… I'll wait." Draco said; he was enjoying the sounds of Harry's steady heartbeat thumping beneath his ear.

Harry smiled; he was quite thankful for Draco's understanding. For sure, he didn't want things to be rushed. Harry felt his heartbeat quicken when he thought of the things he and Draco would do… Oh Merlin. Harry groaned when Draco chuckled; the blond had heard his heart sped up. Harry felt around Draco's head until he reached the neck; he massaged the muscles there, making Malfoy hum appreciatively.

"You know, I consider myself lucky." Harry stated; Draco stopped tracing circles on Harry's chest and tilted his head up a bit.

"Why is that?" Draco questioned; his eyes met Harry's.

"Because I have such an understanding boyfriend…" Harry smiled, "I wonder if he knows that I love him very much."

Draco nuzzled Harry's chest, "Yeah, he knows."

"So how did the meeting go?" Draco asked his godfather; Snape glared at his godson and took a sip of whiskey he had poured for himself earlier.

All three males were sitting in the living room; Harry and Draco were inside the blonde's bedroom when Snape came back. They had heard the man's mutterings, heavy footsteps, and finally, a door slamming. When Draco had untangled himself from Harry's warm body and poked his head outside, Snape was already going down again, with an agitated air around him—Draco could tell by the way Severus was stomping down the stairway. After taking a few minutes to straighten themselves, both Draco and Harry went downstairs, with Draco leading Harry to the living room.

"Same as always," Severus drawled; he placed his glass down on the coffee table and crossed his leg, fixing his black robes. "The Dark Lord does not suspect a thing, which is what we want."

"So Vol—You-Know-Who still doesn't know that I'm… blind?" Harry asked meekly; he smiled when he felt Draco taking his hand and held it.

Snape saw the gesture and arched an eyebrow but otherwise did not comment. He knew something was going on between Draco and Potter, but he did not expect things to go that fast. In that moment of time, Snape decided he would turn a blind eye… just as long things weren't going out of hand.

"No he does not, Potter. However… he told me one thing…" Snape bristled and picked up his wine glass, threw his head back and downed the whiskey.

Draco immediately tensed at his godfather's motions. The snake-faced monster must've said something important during the meeting. Something that would most likely threaten his love's life.

"What is it? What did that bastard say?" Draco growled.

Harry had felt Draco tensing, not to mention he also felt a flare of magic licking his skin. During their practices, Harry had learned how to locate someone by their magic flares. Everybody had their own unique magic auras; some could feel soothing, some like shards of glass cutting into skin, some like water, or like fire. Harry was quite familiarized with Draco's; the blonde's magical flare felt like ice crystals hitting against his skin. Whenever Draco was angry, the brunet would feel the icy coldness. Thus, this sort of explained why Draco's aura was blue.

Harry leaned closer to the blond and laid his head on Draco's shoulder. "Draco, calm down, let Snape explain. No need to get angry." Harry soothed. Draco took a deep breath and Harry felt the ice slipping away.

Snape smirked at the teens; he uncrossed his leg and leaned forward, staring intently at Draco.

"He told me that he will attack near Christmas time. The Dark Lord asked me to keep Potter 'safe'."

Harry gripped Draco's hand tighter when he felt the blond trembling with anger. He bit his lip and turned to face where he thought Snape was.

"It's the middle of July right now…" Harry whispered; he knew because his birthday was only two weeks away. "That only gives us… five months to prepare." Harry shook his head and hung his head. "Five months… Is that enough for me?"

Snape sighed tiredly and leaned back against the wingback chair he was sitting on. He tilted his head up and stared at the crystal chandelier hanging above.

"We have to work hard during these five months," Snape said, "I also suggest that you start practicing Occlumency again, Potter. I have a feeling the Dark Lord will began haunting your dreams again."

"What do you mean again!?" Draco shot out; he sat up straight and turned to look at Harry, whose eyes were widened in fear. "It happened before, Harry?"

"I-They stopped. I haven't had any nightmares lately… But yes, it's happened before." Harry said softly, "I use to be able to see visions, see exactly what Voldemort was seeing. Sometimes I would see things that the bastard would do soon. Attacks, raids, and whatnot." Harry let out a breath and faced Draco, his hand reaching up to caress the blonde's face. "Whenever I get visions, I would wake up with a splitting headache; my scar would turn blood red, as if it was infected."

"Oh God…" Draco whispered and pressed his forehead against Harry's, "You actually see all the murders that snake-faced bastard does?"

Harry held back a sob and nodded his head; Draco closed his eyes, cursing under his breath, and pulled the smaller teen close to him. Harry needed comfort and Draco was there to give it. Snape watched as his godson and Potter held each other as if their lives depended on it. Somehow, he didn't have the heart to break them apart. They needed this.

Draco was carding his fingers through Harry's hair while the brunet was just snuggling. He turned his grey eyes towards Severus; Snape met those eyes and sneered.

"You want to help Potter don't you, Draco?" Snape asked; Draco's eyes hardened and nodded once. Snape smiled thinly and gave his consent, "Very well. You are, after all, an Occlumens; you can be the one teaching Potter how to shield his mind from the Dark Lord."

When his godfather smiled at him, Draco relaxed, just a little. He held Harry tighter and sent Snape a small smile of his own.

"Thank you, Uncle Severus."

Snape smirked and stood up; he looked down at the sitting teens.

"Start tomorrow. The quicker Potter learns, the better."

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A/N: Hehe, you thought there would be a lemon in this chapter huh? Welps… there isn't! :D Not yet anyway ;D That will come in the next chapter, I promise 0:) what I had in the beginning of the chapter was a teaser xP

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