Please Note: This fic contains slash and spoilers for HBP. Disclaimer below.
Shut Up & Kiss Me
by; imLittleLily
"Kiss Me"
Harry gazed at the lake that bordered the grounds of Hogwarts. The sun glistened across the water, painting the serene landscape with soft golden colors. Sighing, he turned his head and studied the white marble monument, which marked the gravesite of Professor Dumbledore. Sadness boiled up within his gut as moisture filled his eyes. The funeral had been over just a short time ago. Everyone else had returned to the castle to finish preparing for the journey home.
Home. A shiver passed through him. The Hogwarts Express would be leaving soon.
The sight of the white marble tomb represented a double death as far as he was concerned, his mentor, Albus Dumbledore and… Swallowing the lump in his throat, he wondered where his life journey would lead him now.
It was official the war was here. Today, he would be leaving Hogwarts for the last time. Thinking of the Horcruxes and the search for the four remaining vessels of Voldemort's soul brought his mind to an inevitable point.
Turning back to the water, Harry muttered, "Damn prat…"
"Aw," a voice behind him drawled, "what sentimental emotions you have, Potter."
Harry set his jaw in a tight line as he brought his chin up. He would know that voice anywhere. That sneering drawl had haunted his dreams for ten months. It was like a devilish caress on his soul, heating him into passionate oblivion. Gathering his Gryffindor courage, he turned around slowly; making sure his expression was one of anger.
Draco Malfoy stood on this rock just as casually as if the last few days had not happened. Leaning slightly on his Nimbus 2001, he looked the part of a rakish Quidditch player. The blond nimbus around his head, slightly mussed from flight, danced on an afternoon breeze.
Harry's heart skipped at the vision Malfoy. He arched his brow, waiting for Malfoy to tell him why he was at Hogwarts today. After the battle and their subsequent disappearance, no one had heard from Draco Malfoy or Severus Snape.
Draco's lip curled into a smirk, and then he drawled, "Did you miss me? I saw the other broom that night, you know." Stepping closer to Harry, he asked, "Why did you remain silent? Scared, Potter?"
Draco's cool breath wafted over him, sensual and teasing in its assuredness. Bristling with unexpressed rage and desire, Harry pushed him away roughly. "You wish," he sneered. They had been here before, it didn't matter, each encounter created a greater fissure between them. Harry was sure it could never be bridged. He attempted to push past Draco, while he continued speaking in his angry tone. "I can't believe you have the nerve to show up here, Malfoy. Sod off." Turning away, he started to walk back to the castle.
Draco's voice cut through the air between them. "You don't get it, do you?"
The words hit Harry on his back as if he had been hit with the Cruciatus curse. Turning and glaring at Malfoy, Harry felt as though he were on fire. He inhaled a deep breath and let it out with no release of anger forthcoming. "Get it? Are you saying I don't get it?" Harry was breathing rapidly, staring at Malfoy in furious disbelief.
Draco stepped closer once more. "That's what I'm saying, Harry." The inflection of Draco's voice was a caressing purr when Harry's given name came forth from his lips.
The sensual tone danced over Harry for the first time as though energy shared by a lover. Squaring his shoulders, Harry locked eyes with Malfoy's.
Draco arched his blond brow, realizing he had Harry's attention. "Don't you wonder why I didn't say anything about you being there? Do you know what a prize you'd be for the Dark Lord? Have you forgotten about that?" Draco moved to within a breath's space from Harry as he finished speaking.
Heated needles of rage jabbed under Harry's skin. "Damn you, Malfoy!" The rage coming from his chest, boiled over, spouting from his mouth. "You're the one who doesn't get it!" Harry felt explosive, like one of Neville's cauldrons. His voice rose in pitch. Unable to pull his emotions in, he pushed Draco again, and shouted, "Okay, so you didn't kill him! That doesn't let you off the hook! Fuck you, Draco!"
Overwhelmed, Harry swung his fist to hit the beautiful face before him. His heart's passion was deadly as far as he was concerned. He needed to make the fissure permanent. It could never work out between them now.
Ducking Harry's fist, Draco dropped his broomstick and threw his arms around Harry, forcing him to the ground.
Harry gasped in shock at their impact, swearing some more. "Fucking bastard," he shouted, and then paused with a rasping breath. "You don't know what you have done!"
They rolled on the ground, sharing in physical contact and virulent swearing. Their presence here today at the lake was a strong representation of their inner turmoil.
"Fucking, Golden Boy…" Draco managed to hiss out, grabbing at Harry's shirt; he pulled him closer.
"You took the mark! The fucking Dark Mark! Damnit, Draco!" Harry rolled them once more, coming out on top. With his heart racing and breath hitching at their exertion, he held Draco's hands tightly on either side of his flowing silky blond locks. Looking down at Draco beneath him brought a wrenching twist to his heart. Emotions and the physical response to Draco's proximity caused his head to spin, rushing him on his way to feral desire.
Draco, sensing Harry's dilemma, stilled beneath him.
Harry stared down into his silver eyes. A portal to Draco Malfoy's soul, he thought with a sharp inhalation at the epiphany. He saw everything—absolutely everything. He saw the painful fear Draco experienced in the possibility of losing his parents or even his own life to Voldemort. Harry exhaled his held breath slowly when he witnessed the heartache and rejection Draco had experienced.
There was something else there within those depths. Harry's heart paused, just for half a beat, and then flew forward into a Wronski Feint.
Draco shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes in a locked embrace with his.
Harry slid his hands down Draco's forearms in gentleness, seeking atonement for his previous roughness. "Draco…" he whispered, only to allow his voice to trail off, his soul lost within silver lighted gaze.
Draco's head stilled. Gazing up at Harry, he finally said, "Can't you feel it, Harry?"
"I—I…"
"Don't you get it? It's always been here," Draco, said softly, his gaze falling to Harry's lips.
"No…."
Draco tilted his head slightly, still looking at his lips. "Just shut up and kiss me."
AN: Ah, the agony of bliss . . .
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