Comment: This version is only beta'd so Catherine. One beta can not catch all the grammar and spelling errors so excuse this chapter for now. I'm so sorry it took... er... checks calendar 2 months to post. I had half of it typed out sometime in February and was too lazy to type the other part. I just typed it yesterday. --0 Hopefully chapter 14 won't take a long time to post. But it might take a while since I'm only halfway through. Well, enjoy and happy reading!

Rating: 17+

Summary: Harry refuses to talk because of something that happened in his sixth year. Now at their last year at Hogwarts together, Draco becomes attracted to him and is determined to find out what's keeping the Gryffindor quiet, not knowing of the horrors that's keeping Harry from talking. Things become more desperate as they realize that Harry is the only one who knows how to stop Voldemort from stealing other powerful wizards' and witches' powers. And Harry is no closer to talking than Voldemort is to applying for Miss Universe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any characters related to it. The wonderful JK Rowling does.

Butterfly Kisses

Chapter 13: Getting Through?

Draco knew how hard it was to defend your mind from someone who was trying to break into it. Doing it for only half an hour exhausted him. He admired Harry for getting up each time he fell down before Snape could yell at him. It had become part of a routine for the past two hours, and Harry was taking longer to get up each time he fell.

"Stand up, Potter," Snape said when Harry had been on the floor for a full minute.

He struggled up, his legs shaking before he collapsed. Snape caught him before he could hit the floor.

'I'm fine. Just give me a minute, then we can continue.' He was leaning heavily against Snape. His eyes were unfocused and his breathing sounded erratic.

"Don't be a fool. You can barely stand," Snape said.

Draco went over to them, uncomfortable that Snape was touching Harry in any way. Snape handed Harry over to him, his face blank. He held onto Harry's waist longer than was necessary in Draco's opinion. Snape drew his hands back.

'Draco? Tell Snape I can continue.' He breathed unevenly against the blond's neck.

"No you can't. You can't even hold your own weight," Draco said, trying to get a firmer hold on him so he could support him.

'Yes I can.' Harry pushed him away and stood straight for a few moments before his knees buckled. Draco caught him and rested the idiot against his side.

"Stubborn brat," Draco said in his ear, giving it a kiss. "You're resting whether you want to or not." He steered him to the couch. Draco sat down next to him, and Harry immediately curled up against him.

"Could we stay here for a bit?" Draco asked Snape who was watching them in his usual indifferent manner.

"Rather a rhetorical question. Dumbledore will skin me alive if I say no," he muttered.

"I'm sorry?"

"Yes," Snape said. "Please feel free to get out as soon as Potter here regains his womanly strength."

Harry looked indignant. 'I do NOT have womanly strength!'

Snape sneered and left the room. Harry sighed and scooted closer to Draco, burying his face in the pale neck. Draco shivered at the warm puffs of air.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Draco said after a few minutes of silence.

'I can't tell you much. One minute I'm sleeping and the next I wake up tied to your bed and blindfolded.'

Draco could tell that Harry had lowered his eyes by the tickle of his lashes. Butterfly kisses, he thought.

'You know what that man did to me. I'm going to kill him. Can we not talk about it? I just want to'

"Want to what?" Draco inquired when the writing disappeared. He drew away to look at Harry who was staring down at his legs. He lifted his chin. Bright green met grey and they both froze. Draco realized that they hadn't shagged since Thursday afternoon in Snape's room. He was horny as hell. Abstinence was not his thing. He reasoned with himself that Harry wouldn't want to do anything after what he had gone through last night. With that thought in mind, he tried to will his erection away, but the image of Harry sucking him off wasn't helping in the slightest.

'You want to shag.'

The blond was surprised by the blunt statement. "How do you know?"

Harry tilted his face slightly and a small smile touched his lips. 'Your eyes get dark.'

"Is that so?"

'Yes. I can tell by other things too.' His hands drifted and clutched Draco through his robes.

"Harry," he moaned, closing his eyes momentarily. "You don't have to--"

Harry's mouth was suddenly crushing his. Draco's hands immediately travelled to his neck, one hand tangling in the silky ebony hair. Harry pushed the heel of his palm into Draco's crotch. Draco's gasp was swallowed by Harry who took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside Draco's mouth. His hands pulled at Draco's robes until it was hiked up around the Slytherin's waist. His trousers were unbuttoned and he lost his breath when Harry's rather cool fingers slipped past his boxers to clutch his cock, which was rock hard.

"Fuck, Harry," he said between kisses. "I want you."

Harry's hand left him. Draco groaned in protest. The Gryffindor quickly took off his pyjama bottoms. He swung a leg over Draco and straddled him. They both hissed when their cocks brushed against each other. Harry moved until Draco's cock was directly under his entrance. He rocked back and forth, smearing the precome on the entrance. Before Draco could summon some lubricant, Harry sat down, his face scrunched in pain as Draco entered him.

The hot, tight feeling around his cock almost made him come. "Oh gods, fuck, Harry," he panted.

Harry began moving in slow and rhythmic thrusts. His mouth was parted and his eyes nearly black. Draco pulled him down for a kiss, biting his lip and sucking greedily on the tongue Harry thrust into his mouth. He took the hand on his shoulder and intertwined it with his. He moved it between their bodies and began stroking Harry's cock. He ran a finger over the slit, gathering his precome on it. He brought it to Harry's mouth. Harry eagerly took the finger into his mouth and sucked. Draco brought Harry's head down to kiss him fiercely as if Harry had not right to taste himself. His hands joined Harry's against to continue stroking his erection.

Draco moved his hips to meet Harry. "Harder," he commanded.

Harry obeyed. The couch slid as their thrusts became more frenzied, both close to climax. It was difficult to kiss since neither could meet the other's mouth without coming up for air a few seconds later. Harry moved his hands to clutch the back of the couch. He thrust harder, rocking the couch more. They both broke off the kiss, intent now on reaching their climax. Draco came, crying out loudly, seeing stars burst. Harry continued to ride him. Draco's hands paused before he continued stroking. Harry came, his head thrown back, clutching the couch tightly. His seed spurted onto Draco's robe, the white a great contrast to his black robes. Nothing could be heard except the crackling fire and the ragged breathing of two satiated boys.

Draco brushed back Harry's fringe and kissed the sweaty forehead. Gods, he's fucking beautiful, he thought. Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder, his forehead pressed against the silk robes. He felt him shudder and, thinking that Harry was cold, grabbed the blanket that Harry had been huddled in earlier that was on the back of the couch and wrapped it around him, but the shuddering didn't stop. An almost inaudible whimper from Harry told him that he was silently crying.

Draco became alarmed, scared that he had caused this. He lifted Harry's chin and kissed the salty tears. Those mesmerising eyes were bright with more tears. Draco took his glasses off and set them next to them on the couch. Harry's dark eyelashes were stuck wetly together.

He kissed the eyelids, murmuring, "What's wrong?"

Harry wrapped his hand around Draco's waist, resting his head on the blond's shoulder again. 'I just want you to hold me.'

Draco realized that it had been what Harry was trying to tell him before they had started talking about shagging.

'Help me forget that there isn't just the two of us.'

The Malfoy heir was unaccustomed to people depending on him to make them feel emotions. His world was nothing but blank faces, deceit, murder, betrayal, indifference, and self-preservation above all. Calming Harry down was easier than trying to make him feel safe when Draco himself felt so insecure. How ironic could life get? So, unsure of what to do, he did what Harry asked him to and held him.

Draco's back began to hurt and his body wasn't comfortable in this position. He shifted, but it did not improve the situation. He carefully arranged it so that he was laying on his side with his back touching the back of the couch and Harry nestled next to him, their bodies touching every inch of the other. He found the clothes highly irritating and quickly undressed himself, grimacing at the prominent white spot on his robes. That was going to prove impossible to remove from the silky material.

Harry cleaned himself with a wave of his hand and pressed himself against Draco again. The blanket was big enough to cover them up to their shoulders. Draco hoped Snape could find some students to torture or something to amuse him until Draco and Harry left. He didn't want to leave now since they both were so comfortable. He tried to picture what Snape's expression would be if he walked into his living room to see two naked boys laying on the couch. All he could come up with was a look of lust when the obsidian eyes would land on Harry.

'I hope Snape takes his time in coming back.'

Draco smirked. "You read my mind."

'Do you think he would be mad?'

He'd be fucking hard, probably figuratively and literally, Draco though, though he couldn't see Snape shagging anyone. "No."

'It is our second time doing it in his private quarters.'

"Hopefully not our last either. I like shagging in his rooms. I wonder what he thinks about it," Draco mused.

'He probably doesn't know what to think. I bet he's still a virgin.'

Draco snorted. "I bet not. Even the most hideous Slytherin loses his or her virginity by fifth year."

Harry peered at him. 'And you?'

"Fourth year," Draco shrugged.

'With who?'

"Pansy. We did it after the Yule Ball."

'How was it?'

Draco raised his eyebrows at him. "So curious. It was OK, I suppose."

'How many boys have you shagged?'

There was a pause as Draco counted. "Four. Artemus Vorce, my Quidditch teacher, Jake Collins, Marcus Flint, and some bloke I met over the summer that I can't remember the name of."

Harry wrinkled his nose. 'Marcus Flint?'

"I know. He's not a looker, but he gives you mindblowing sex."

'And I don't?' Harry pouted.

"No. You just lay there whimpering and make me do all the work."

His mouth dropped open. 'I do not!'

"Yes you do."

'OK then, who was pushing most on our recent shag? That's right, me.'

"I hardly call moving your arse back and forth pushing," Draco drawled.

'You pompous git!' Harry looked in mock indignation at him.

"Shush. You should get some sleep."

'But it's barely 7!'

"Now, now Harry," Draco said patiently. "We wouldn't want you to lose your beauty sleep, would we? Merlin knows you could use some."

'I do NOT need beauty sleep!'

"Denial will get you nowhere," Draco said soothingly.

'I can't believe my own boyfriend would tell me that I needed beauty sleep.'

"I know. Aren't I unpredictable?" Draco asked proudly. "No more discussion now. Madame Pomfrey would kill you if she finds out you're not resting."

Harry sighed. 'I can't sleep.'

Draco spotted the Daily Prophet and snatched it off the table. "Here, I'll read to you.

"How is Harry Potter Concerned?

"Speculations have arisen amongst witches and wizards all over Britain on how the infamous Boy-Who-Lived could possibly have to do with these tragic disappearances. As many know, Harry Potter has not spoken since the end of his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"This afternoon, Titinus Aurelius was reported missing. His sister was the last person to see him three days ago. He worked on ancient spells and artefacts . The current experiment he was working on was confidential. The Magical World is panicking more each time a witch or wizard disappears.

"We must wonder if Harry Potter knows what is happening to them and is too cowardly to tell or does not care for the lives of other witches and wizards. Whatever the case, our world must hope he resolves it soon before more people disapp--"

Draco was interrupted by Harry's hand on his mouth. He peered down at desperate green orbs. He was holding Draco's arm so tight he could feel Harry's nails digging into his skin.

'No more.' His face was full of pain. I want that bastard to die, but I can't do anything about that.'

"Too much of a coward?"

He stuck his face in front of Draco, so close that Draco could count every one of his eyelashes. 'No. I don't want to put those I love in danger.' His eyes sparkling furiously, he turned away and picked up his discarded pants. He slipped them back on and stormed out of the door without looking back. The door was slammed so hard a jar fell off the shelf and crashed to the floor. The sound of breaking glass caused Draco to flinch slightly.

Snape came into the room, his face livid. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He spotted the broken jar and the bluish-green liquid on the floor. A sickly brown mole-like creature laid a few feet away, its foot twitching now and then. Snape quickly repaired the jar and placed the creature in it and filled the jar with more of the fluid from a large container. He placed it back on the shelf and turned to Draco who was staring into the fire.

"Pray that the Kadeere doesn't reawaken or there will be consequences to pay for the both of you. Now what happened?"

Draco sighed wearily. "I asked him what happened with Voldemort. He wouldn't tell. I called him names and he walked out and slammed the door."

Snape became disgusted. "I do not need the dramas of teenagers in my life. Just let him come to you. The boy has been mollycoddled for far too long. He needs to face the fact that his choices regarding the Dark Lord have an effect on the whole Wizarding World. Kindly leave now, Mr. Malfoy."

"Professor, could you give me some advice on something?"

"If I knew what it was," he sneered.

Draco was unperturbed by that expression that would scare so many. "Father came to visit me this morning. He knew what happened to Harry, but wouldn't tell me who did it. He wants me to try to persuade Terry Boot into joining Voldemort by 'any means necessary'."

"You must do as he says if you wish to continue as a spy."

"Is this my father's plan for me?" Draco asked softly. "To become a whore?"

Snape had nothing of comfort to say, not that he ever did, so he remained silent and let the Malfoy heir drown in his thoughts. The boy was being exposed to some of the things he had been told about throughout his life. Power was like an addiction to Lucius and he would go to any lengths for it.

Draco stood up and nodded once to Snape. "Goodnight, Professor." He left, still in deep contemplation.