Chapter Title: Of Shield Charms, Telepathy, and Medi-Witch Fans

Finally, Harry thought as his lips met Draco's, thier tongues and hands both battling for territory, screaming, demanding more, so much more than they had ever allowed themselves before. Harry's body jerked, his lips torn from Draco's, as Draco violently ripped his robes from collar to waist. Draco didn't stop there but ripped Harry's shirt away, leaving the remnants to pool around his hands, hands that were clutching at Draco's waist, keeping the length of thier bodies connected from hips to knees.

Harry felt the panting gasps of Draco's breath against his temple, felt his own chest rise and fall as his breath heaved against Draco's chest. He didn't remember ripping at Draco's robes, didn't remember tearing at his chest, didn't remember setting his nails into Draco's shoulders, but that didn't stop him from setting his teeth into the milk and cream flesh surrounding the flat, dark nipple just below his mouth, biting down until the nipple puckered in his mouth, bringin a hiss from Draco.

Harry didn't see Draco's head fall back, his eyes close, but he felt his hands, one clenching in his raven hair, the other squeezing his right ass-cheek, pressing them closer still. The flames burned through his blood, pulsed in the marrow of his bones, roaring in Harry's ears like an angry, impatient sea. Harry moved his hands from Draco's shoulders to his ass, digging as Draco had dug, through the layers of cloth, robes and pants and underwear beneath, pressing them still closer before sucking hard on the flesh between his teeth.

The roaring in his ears leapt still higher, pressed them still closer, as Harry licked, sucked, and rolled first one then the other of Draco's nipples in the hot haven of his mouth before Draco pulled his head back and attacked his mouth again, kissing him like he was trying to eat him from the mouth down. Harry had a moment to wonder if they were going to melt together before they were drowned in heat and fire and a beating that had more to do with the pulse between their legs then the one in their chests.

The sound of tearing cloth and ragged breathing were the only sounds for several minutes and fabric drifted around them like the debris of some violent hurricane while they kissed and groped, wrestling passionately for dominance over as much flesh as they each could touch.

Harry heard a strangled and impatient sound ring off the stone walls before his back met violently with a stone wall. Harry had a moment to growl angrily at the lose of sensation before Draco pressed against him, clenching hands around his ass and lifting him until the hard lengths of their arousal pressed and rubbed eagerly together. The sudden bombardment of pleasure made Harry writhed, back arching, legs wrapping high around Draco's waist as the flames hissed with them, burned them with an almost visible heat, rebounding and redoubling the passion it echoed.

Harry growled anew as Draco adjusted his body against the wall, seperating them. Then, at the probing at his entrance, he had barely a breath's time to brace himself.

Three things happened at once.

Draco thrust fiercely into him, pulling Harry's hips down to meet the thrust while he bit into Harry's shoulders.

Some part of him felt the blood flowing from both invasions, one of turgid flesh, the other of sharp teeth. And though he felt pain, it all melted, burned into a pleasure that blazed white hot, beating against them like they were the shore being battered by a sea of flames, over and over again, pain and pleasure, blood and esctasy, damage and rapture.

Harry had one last thought "I'm burning!" before he exploded in a shower of blood, flame, and mind-shattering pleasure..

"Damn" Draco knew his voice was hoarse, but didn't care.

"I'll raise you a bloody hell!" Harry's voice was also hoarse, he observed, his face curving into a self-satisfied smirk against Harry's hair.

The sound of Harry's laughter drifted up to Draco and caused something warm to curl pleasantly in his stomach. Though the feeling of Harry's arse tightening around him caused a warmth of an altogether different kind to flare hotter in a decidedly lower portion of his anatomy.

Draco groaned as his hips jerked, involuntarily of course, thrusting his highly interested cock firmly into Harry. He heard Harry gasp and felt him writhe deliciously against him, his sphinctor tightening still further. Draco growled as heat licked across his skin, flames dancing behind his closed eyes as he pulled his hard length out of Harry, only to surge forward again, insistant and demanding as the fire that roared back to life.

Harry moaned and writhed.

Draco groaned and thrust.

Both surreneder to the fire.

It was quite a while before either could think again. Neither minded.

Harry sighed, more content than he'd ever felt, as Draco rained kisses across his face. He drapped his arms across the taller man's shoulders, his arms being the only part of his body with enough energy to move. Well, almost, he mentally corrected himself as his lips curved into a relaxed and happy smile before they were covered by Draco's in a tender kiss that caused a curious sort of melting in a region dangerously close to his heart. Before the gentle embers between them could flare into the fire that was quickly becoming familiar, they heard a sound from down the hall that froze them both.

"I think that will be quite enough, gentlemen. Don't you agree?"

Harry burried his face in Draco's chest and groaned, feeling the heat creep up his chest and into his face as he blushed. Harry sighed in resignation, the blush receeding as quickly as it had come, lifting his head to meet the twinkling blue eyes of his headmaster, who was presently standing right behind Draco, gazing at Harry over his shoulder. It didn't surprise him that he had moved so close without the tale-tell sounds of the swishing of cloaks giving him away. His presence in general didn't even surpise the Wizarding World's Savior. He always seemed to know what was happening in his school, especially where it concerned Harry himself.

Their eyes met and held, wildly twinkling blue and shuttered, empty green. Harry had automatically molded his face to pleasant blankness, one of the masks he showed the world. If he didn't know any better, he'd have sworn that Dumbledore's eyes twinkled still further at the sight. But that's impossible, Harry thought. If his eyes were any more merry they'd have bells on!

"I conjured a set of robes for the both of you, my dear boy. You seemed to need them."

Before Harry could thank him, however, he found himself awash in a fierce possessive rage. Almost as soon as he felt it, he realized the rage wasn't his own. He looked up the few inches necessary in an attempt meet his new lover's eyes and what he saw shocked him. Draco was staring at the stone wall as if he would melt it into oblivion. A muscle in his jaw ticked ominously and his whole body was ridged, almost vibrating with the force of his rage. He must have felt Harry's gaze, because he looked down, into Harry's eyes, and Harry gasped allowed. Draco's eyes weren't their usual storm-cloud grey, but the silver of the phantom dragon, mercury and swirling around his black pupils with the force of his emotion.

When their eyes connected, green to silver, one thought blasted threw his mind with the force of a tornadoe.

"MINE! You're MINE!"

The force of, not only the thought invading his mind, but the emotions behind it, caused Harry's vision to swim and his stomach to heave with nausous disorientation.

Suddenly, he was surrounded by warmth, not just in his mind, but his body as well. He didn't remember closing his eyes, but he didn't have to open them to know that Draco was now holding him like a child, pressed against his sleakly muscular chest, one arm under his knees, the other across his back. Draco's arms were almost too tight as they held him close. He wasn't surprised at the evidence of Draco's near panic. The sheer strength of his physical reaction to...whatever it was that was happening unsettled him enough to be grateful of the help. He knew he wouldn't have been able to remain standing otherwise.

Draco hadn't spoken out loud, yet Harry could sware he heard him say he was sorry. At the wave of remorse flooding his mind, he did open his eyes, his gaze immediately locked with Draco's, still that otherworldly silver, but no longer swirling, they were dark and glittering, like a lake of solid metal. The sadness in them tugged at his heart. He lifted his hand, caressed his lover's jaw and smiled, flooding his own mind with all the warmth and caring, and finally, forgiveness he felt, letting the emotions shine in his eyes. He was rewarded with a smile in return, before his feet were gently lowered to the floor.

But Draco refused to let him go completely, immediatly drawing him into an embrace. Harry wasn't the least bit upset. He wasn't the only one feeling possessive at the moment. Harry didn't want to let Draco go, either, not now that he was at last allowed to touch him. He rested his head on Draco's shoulder, a bit of his earlier contentment returning.

Dumbledore clearing his throat politely got their immediate attention. He didn't seem at all disconcerted by Draco's mercury gaze, which still held more than a little hostility as they both returned their gazes to him. Harry knew that neither of them were surprised by Dumbledore's unflappable calm.

Without saying a word, Dumbledore tucked a robe across first Harry's then Draco's shoulders, before stepping back and gesturing for them to preceed him. They turned, hands entwined, free hands keeping robes modestly closed, and headed down the hall away from the Slytherin common room, walking as close, and touching as much, as possible.

Neither of them noticed when the headmaster looked around the hall, noting the singed remains of clothe swirling around the hallway. They also didn't see the look of shock briefly flit across his face as he placed his hand against the stone wall the men had just cristened, rubbing his aged fingers against the now smooth inprint of Harry's back that appeared to have been melted there.

'What the Hell-' Draco thought as they reached the end of the corridor and passed through an almost visible wall of magick.

'A shield charm, Dumbledore's probably.' The though fluttered through his mind, clearly not his own.

'Of course.', he thought, exasperation flickering almost absently that he hadn't thought of that hiimself.

'Of course I realized it first,' came the smuggly amused thought from his lover, 'I am the Saviour of the Wizarding World!"

Smirking, Draco formed an image of pinching Harry's arse.

'Smart ass!' Draco heard Harry stifle a chuckle.

'Hey! Haven't you done enough damage to my arse today?' came the amused retort. Draco frowned, immediately contrite.

'I'm sorry, Harry. I wouldn't hurt you for the world!'

Harry stopped, pulling Draco to a stop as well. He turned to Draco, flashing him a mischevious smile as he stepped closer.

'If you tell me you are never going to do that again, I'll kill you! After we finish talking to Dumbledore, I have every intention of us finding somewhere private and jumping you 'til lunch!'

Draco grinned, his worry over Harry's physical health temporarily forgotten as he pulled the shorter man against him. He couldn't resist leaning down those few inches and kissing the mouth that had haunted his dreams, in one fashion or another, since first year, as he thought, 'Well, since you put it that way, however will I refuse!'

Harry broke from the soft kiss and chuckled against Draco's mouth, the sound rumbling pleasantly against his chest, causing Draco to grin in, what he was sure, was a quite idiotic fashion. He almost missed Harry's arrogant reply.

'Of course you can't. That's the point!'

Again, they'd completely forgotten about Dumbledore, lost in each other and thier private conversation as they were, until the headmaster cleared his throat politely from behind them. When he was sure he had thier attention, the silent by-play between the two young men not lost on him in the least, his eyes twinkling at them like crazed Christmas lights, he pointed them down a side corridor.

"This way, gentlemen." With that, he continued on ahead, taking the lead this time.

Draco glanced at Harry, seeing his own confusion mirrored there. Once again taking each other's hands, they followed after, Draco asking aloud the question that was echoing in both thier minds.

"I thought we were headed to your office, Headmaster. Why are you taking us to the infirmary wing?"

During the War, and especially the battles that had taken place in Hogsmead and on Hogwart's grounds proper, it had been made quite obvious that the infirmary needed to be expanded to include it's own wing instead of merely one long corridor. Afterwards, since many of the medi-staff had pleaded with Dumbledore to stay on, the infirmary remained a wing large, Madame Pomfrey overseeing the rest of the staff, often to her consternation.

"Simple, my boys," Dumbledore answered thier question in his usual cheery tone, without stopping or turning to face them. "I'd like to know, as i'm sure would the both of you, exactly what happened in that corridor that sent up a backlash of magick so strong that not even the combination of the School's wards and my own shield charm could contain it." The shock of that confession overrode their usual discomfort at the reminder of how the Headmaster had found them, as Dumbledore had known it would, not doubt. He continued on. "

Not to mention finding out if there are any other side effects for either of you besides your eyes, Mr. Malfoy, and apparent increase in temper."

The amusement laced throughout the last statement was completely lost on Draco as his mind reeled with shock. He had been hiding the change in his eye for so long now that it had become second nature. To suddenly find that both Dumbledore and Harry, because he had notice the absence of shock from his lover at Dumbledore's pronouncement, both knew? He didn't know whether to laugh at the futility of hiding or to be angry at Dumbledore for his assuming he had the right to know. The confused swirl his thoughts had become was interrupted by a tentative thought, and waves of concern, from Harry.

'Eyes' At this, Draco stopped, turning the confused, swirling mercury eyes in question on his lover.

'What?'

'Eyes, Draque. Both of your eyes are this metallic silver.' Harry had obviously taken a page from Draco's book as Draco suddenly saw his own confused face through Harry's eyes, completely with not one, but two swirling orbs. He caught a flash of quickly stiffled mirth from the brunette along with another image of himself, gaping like a landed guppy. His previous confusion was quickly, and thankfully, pushed aside by feigned indignation as Draco turned and continued after the Headmaster, tugging a silently giggling Harry behind him.

'That was a clear exaggeration,' he thought, his mental voice holding every ounce of arrogance he possessed. "Malfoy's would never stoop to such an ignoble display,' he huffed.

Another burst of silent amusement rippled through his mind from the Gryffindor, warming Draco more than any charm possibly could. When they spotted Dumbledore around a bend in a corridor, Draco remembered his earlier fury with the man, but before it could resurface, Harry's Mine! I'll take care of him, no one else, a wave of guilt washed over him at the thought that he had threatened one of the few remaining friends he had.

A caressing warmth invaded his mind, beating back the guilt. He turned to Harry and they exchanged a sad smile as he felt Harry sqeeze his hand.

'You can send him flowers later.' Draco smirked in response to that thought.

'Do you think that muggle shop Hallmark makes cards for that sort of thing, attempted murder?' They both grinned.

'They say they have cards for every occassion. It's worth a shot, though lemon drops would probably go over better with the flowers.'

The levity they managed to create between them helped them forget where they were headed and why until they reached the entrance to the main infirmary. Dumbledore breezed through the double doors without the slightest sign of anxiety.

'Of course he's not anxious. He's not about to have an over-eager medi-witch poking her wand at him for Merlin knows how long!' Along with the thought came an image of a petite medi-witch practically mauling Harry, demanding he undress to be examined thoroughly merely at his request for a headache potion.

Though the image would've ordinarily made him laugh, he was suddenly angry again, wanting to break the little strumpet! into tiny pieces until he caught a flash of what Harry was feeling. He had always known the infirmary wing wasn't one of the green-eyed young man's favorite places but the sheer amount of resigned petulance radiating from the brunette surprised Draco. Harry obviously picked up on Draco's worry, because his mind was suddenly filled with that same caressing warmth again. He turned to see Harry smiling at him. He could do nothing else but return the smile.

'Ready to go?'

Draco sighed. He really didn't want to know, at least not yet. He wanted to enjoy his post-orgasmic euphoria and new-found physical intimacy with the object of his affections for a bit longer before having to face the cruelties of reality again, but he knew he had no choice, so he knodded, reluctantly. Their hands clenched around each other almost without thier knowledge, offering and recieving the support both desperately needed.

As one, they turned, their free hands pushing open the double doors as they entered the main infirmary, both of thier minds echoing the same desperate thought, 'Please let Madame Pomfrey be in!'