Please Note: This fic's rating has been upgraded to M/R. It's SLASH of course. ANs and Disclaimer are below.
""snaketalk"" Parseltongue
"Shut Up & Kiss Me"
by; imLittleLily
""Serpensortia""
The sixth year Gryffindor boy's dorm basked in the musical sounds of slumbering students. A soft summer night breeze wafted in through the open casement windows, freshening the snore filled air.
Ron snored, pulling in a fresh gulp of nature's breath to refuel him for the litany of music yet to come.
Seamus whispered to his pillow, "Oh yeah, baby. Rock my world, Bini."
Dean made a snorting noise, almost as if he were responding to his friend. He added a laugh.
Seamus growled, but continued, "Cum on, cum to daddy. Show me wha'cha got."
Ron snored, more loudly this time thanks to fresh air.
Dean made a wuffing sound and pulled his blankets over his head.
"Sod off, Snape," came from Neville, spoken with sharp determination.
In the bed closest to the open windows, Harry thrashed in the throes of a nightmare. "No," he said angrily, within the physical, crossing over into the realms of dream.
In the misty place somewhere between conscious and subconscious, known to some as dreamland, Harry was enveloped by sadness as he made his way to the lake. Everyone was sitting by the still water listening to Albus Dumbledore's eulogy. Hagrid and Gawp huddled together in mournfulness. Everyone, who was anyone, was there. All of the Weasleys were there, Bill included.
Each professor contributed to words of praise for the Headmaster, while adding their own tears.
The Minister spoke. Even in dreamscape, Harry tuned him out.
Harry, sitting with Ginny, felt the mournful sadness that had engulfed him since the night on the Astronomy TowerThe eerie green glow of the Dark Mark in the sky enhanced the experience of horror under his father's invisibility cloak. It would be frozen forever in his mind.
Harry closed his eyes as he tried to erase the vision of Draco Malfoy standing before Dumbledore with his wand at the ready. The thought of, 'He didn't do it,' filled his brain in this otherly world—extending its way to his physical self tucked away in bed within the Gryffindor boy's dorm. As the thought traveled from dream to physical, Harry lost track of what was happening as the mists picked up and spiraled thickly around him. Fragments came floating through…
"You don't get it…"
Harry flinched angrily in his sleep, hitting his pillow in reflex.
"…prize for the Dark Lord…"
"Fuck you, Draco!"
"No," Harry repeated louder this time. The breeze in the dorm caressed him provocatively, bringing no solace whatsoever. He thrashed about in his bed, blankets entangling like a jinx around him and tightening.
Lying on his stomach, he buried his face into his pillow, biting it as if it were attacking him. With a sudden burst of energy, he sat up. Prone next to the edge of the bed, Harry fell with a loud crash.
"Ow! Fuck!" Harry's arse hurt like hell from the violent contact with the ancient floorboards.
"Wha?" Ron sat up. "Alright...Harry?"
Harry pulled his blanket, which was half on the bed and half wrapped around his legs, up to cover himself. Breathing heavily, he said, "I'm Okay. Just a dream."
"He knocked you on your ass, eh, Harry?" Seamus smirked sleepily at Harry still on the floor.
Harry stood, shaking his head, still keeping his blanket close. He frowned, and reached for his glasses on the bedside table and crawled back into bed.
Ron shook his head groggily, obviously not amused by Seamus' comment.
"Come on, Harry," Seamus coaxed, more awake now. "Tell us about him."
Ron growled and glowered at Seamus.
Harry ignored them both, closing his bed hangings.
"I said, sod off Snape!" Neville roared in his sleep. "Twenty points from Slytherin."
Ron and Seamus laughed and settled back down in their beds to return to sleep.
Dean, still asleep decided to join in by snoring, ending with another wuff before becoming silent once more.
Harry smirked at Neville's comment behind the security of his bed hangings. Although he thought twenty points insufficient for murder. Not wanting to disturb his dorm mates again, he cast a silencing spell. Slowly, almost as if he were in complete disbelief, Harry pushed his blanket away. Clinching his jaw, he swallowed while looking down at his throbbing erection. Damn.
A summer breeze somehow found its way into Harry's cocoon, bringing in the sensual whisper, "Shut up and kiss me…"
Harry rubbed his face fiercely trying to make the voice go away.
"…kiss me…"
Harry groaned, lying back, closing his eyes. "No," he whispered to the voice.
The voice drawled once more, "Can't you feel it, Harry? Just shut up and kiss me."
Harry moaned, it started somewhere deep within and came forth with its own brand of Gryffindor stubbornness. This wasn't the first time he had dreamt of Malfoy. That didn't stop it from bothering the hell out of him. He gnawed on his lower lip until he tasted blood. I have to break up with Ginny. She'll understand if she thinks it's because of the war.
"Hey, psst, remember me?"
Harry glared at his erection, hissing in Parseltongue, ""Damn. No, I did not forget you. Sod off.""
Laughter filled the inside of Harry's mind, his cock jumped—reminding Harry that he tended to be impertinent.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Harry slid his hand across his abdomen relishing in the feel of his fingers.
"Hah! I knew you were a push over."
Harry grasped his cock, giving it a teasing fondle. ""You think you belong to him, don't cha?""
"Yup. He's the reason I'm here."
Harry smirked, and then inserted his fingers in his mouth—smooth friction was always titillating. Cupping his balls with one hand, he applied the moisture with the other. Thus, his feral dance of self-seduction began. Stroking his cock, Harry threw his head back, emitting sounds of pleasure. Light flashed behind his closed eyelids; a vision of Draco Malfoy standing by the lake taunting him—bringing up his feral desire and rage.
Hot needles prickled his skin from deep within, coursing through his veins like fire.
Thrusting upwards into his hand, Harry cried out.
His cock whispered, "Don' cha love it? Tighter—yeah, that's it. Cum on, wank me…"
Gasping out, Harry decided that his hand wasn't enough. Rolling on to his stomach, he hissed out in Parseltongue, ""I'll wank, ya…"" Thrusting into the friction the sheet beneath him gave; Harry moaned and picked up speed. ""Cum on,"" he hissed out in Parseltongue, ""cum on…cum…"" Thrusting harder and faster, Harry poured out all of his unrequited passion, "Fucking wanker…Malfoy…!" Somewhere within the deep recesses of his mind, Harry found his anger with Malfoy. Growling fiercely, he pushed it to the edge of reason.
Everything within the angry vortex of his emotions changed….
Breathing rapidly, Harry felt the tightening around his balls. With one final thrust, he yelled, ""Fuck!"" His orgasm surrounded him with the released anger he felt at Malfoy—transforming its essence into a blissful agony.
He groaned, breath rasping from exertion, and then became very still.
With long deliberate slowness, calm began seep in. He rolled over and stared into the darkness blanketing him. Reaching up, he pulled his glasses off—they were crooked from nisus anyway. Lying within the afterglow of orgasm, his breathing began to match the slowing rhythm of his heart.
Harry allowed his thoughts to wander back to his earlier dream.
Dreams were a funny thing. The visions he had from Voldemort were horrifyingly real. Other dreams, wet dreams were pleasurable. Then there were the dreams that didn't fit into those two categories. These were dreams where Harry felt as if he was really there—on a physical level. Again, not like the ones he had from Voldemort. That's why this was different. It was almost like the wind-riding he had read about once when doing research on the magickal Picts. He shuddered. Malfoy. Was it real? Did Malfoy really say those words to him?
With a sigh, Harry reached to his headboard and found his wand where he kept it hidden within reach. After a quick cleansing spell, he replaced it into the nook he had created just above his head. Being number one on Voldemort's hit list brought out strange behaviors in some. That was why Harry kept his wand so close, even closer than the bedside table.
Harry settled himself back on his pillow and contemplated the dream. What little he could remember was foggy within his mind. It was Dumbledore's funeral, and then he was alone out by the lake afterwards.
"…kiss me…"
There they were again, luscious in their resonance, bringing his desire up again. Gritting his teeth, he thought of Aunt Petunia in a towel. Oh yeah, that worked. Ha, that's one cure. I have to think and don't have time for you right now.
His cock twitched, and then rested curled down in comfortable repose.
The funeral is in the morning, Harry thought. Well, we'll just have to see if it really happens. Reaching for his blanket, Harry closed his eyes and snuggled down into his pillow.
"Don't you feel it, Harry?"
Harry growled in response, pulling his pillow over his head, finally falling into a disturbed slumber.
Breakfast in the Great Hall was a somber affair. Harry grumbled as the atmosphere gave him the feeling of suffocation. Jabbing at his sausage, he assaulted it angrily.
"Harry…"
Ginny's voice cut through his haze of emotions. Looking into her questioning eyes, he gave a vague shrug. Guilt propelled his gaze away. Harry's eyes traveled around the hall taking note of those who had already left Hogwarts. Like the magnet pulling a compass needle to north, Harry's eyes stopped their journey at the Slytherin table. He sighed.
"Wha'sa matter, mate?"
Ron's bad habit of talking with his mouth full usually amused Harry. Not today. Scowling at his friend, he said, "It's the funeral, what do you think it would be?" Sarcasm tinged his voice as he glared irritably at Ron. Returning to his previous entertainment of decimating the sausage, Harry allowed his mind to wander. Malfoy, who knew that his absence would bug me? What the hell is this all about? An empty hollow—that's what it is… Harry's thoughts trailed off into oblivion.
Finally, when his sausage was completely destroyed on his plate, Harry stood with a grumble.
"Harry…"
Shaking his head, Harry said, "I need some fresh air. I'll be back in time."
Ginny rose to join him.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek, met her eyes and gave a rough shake to his head. "Not now."
"Harry, what is it?" This question came from Ron and was followed by a grunt when Hermione elbowed him roughly in the ribs. Ginny sat down muttering under her breath, something about Harry falling into a pit of depression.
Harry was already on his way out of the Great Hall, completely putting his friends out of his mind. Stopping just outside the double doors, Harry looked around the Entrance Hall. Allowing his eyes to travel up, he studied the moving staircases. Being a student at Hogwarts for six years, one tended to take their magical presence for granted. Harry smirked when he noticed one staircase moving, and then stopping at the infamous third floor corridor. Turning, he made his way to a side courtyard where he could be alone with his thoughts.
His favorite courtyard was a breath of fresh air. Harry inhaled deeply, and then let it out through his teeth, filling the courtyard with a hissing sound. Walking to the bench that was next to the fountain, he sat down and allowed the essence of nature to embrace him. The water in the fountain sang in harmony with the birds that were happily nesting and feeding within the nature filled courtyard. Harry inhaled deeply once more, this time catching the mingled scents of lavender and rose. He let his breath out with a sigh this time.
A summer breeze played with his fringe, bringing memories of last night's dream to the forefront of Harry's mind. Fuck, who ya kidding? He's on your mind and cock, Potter. Scolding himself didn't help, in fact, it made the issue worse. Frustration mounted in his mind while arousal filled his trousers. Muttering, ""Fuck off,"" he kicked the ground angrily.
"Let's ride it..."
He closed his eyes tightly, and thought about Aunt Petunia again. This time it didn't work because when she turned to face him, instead of shock and embarrassment, Draco materialized before him in Aunt Petunia's place.
To intensify the situation, a drawling voice penetrated his reluctance, "Can't you feel it? It's always..." Harry bent and picked a rock up, flinging it angrily at the courtyard wall. Standing, he made his way back to the Great Hall in preparation of Dumbledore's funeral.
Standing at the water's edge after the funeral, Harry decided that he would try an experiment. If his dream played out, he would change it. Glancing at Dumbledore's white marble monument, he shook his head sadly. Allowing his eyes to travel over the landscape before him, he sighed and finally lowered his gaze to the water at his feet. This is it, Potter, he thought. To the soft summer breeze, he said, "Damn prat."
"Aw," a voice behind him drawled, "what sentimental emotions you have, Potter."
Biting the inside of his cheek, Harry braced himself, making sure he reflected anger in his expression. As to his cock, he thought, not yet. Gathering his Gryffindor courage, he turned around.
Harry's heart skipped at the vision Malfoy presented standing before him with Nimbus 2001 in hand. Blissful agony screamed at his mind from his trousers. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry tried to make the inflection of his voice express anger and disgust. He failed.
Draco arched his blond brow. "Did you miss me? I saw the other broom that night, you know," Draco drawled. 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. Change it, the voice inside Harry's head yelled. Change it now. Bristling with unexpressed rage and desire, Harry pushed Draco away from him roughly. "You wish," he sneered. "I already know, Malfoy. We've been here before. Just say what you really came here to say. Do it—or sod off!"
Draco glared angrily, and then stepped into Harry's space, stopping short of physical contact. "You don't get it, do you?"
Snarling, Harry closed the gap between them, leaving only a breath between their lips. "You're wrong! Just say it!"
Draco shook his head.
In anger, Harry thrust Draco away from him.
Draco responded by dropping his broomstick and lunging at Harry. They hit the ground hard, rolling in fierce competition of who would come out on top. Swearing filled the air and echoed across the lake.
Harry's voice cut the air, "Fuck you, Draco! You're the one who doesn't get it!"
"Fucking Golden Boy..."
"WHY?" Harry came out on top, bracing Draco's hands on either side of his blonde nimbus. Panting from exertion, Harry stared down into Draco's silver eyes. They were a stormy cloud of emotion. Harry saw everything he recognized from his dream. Shaking his head angrily, he asked, "Why are you here, Draco?"
Draco, shaking his head, locked eyes with Harry.
"Draco..." Harry's voice pleaded.
"Can't you feel it, Harry?"
Harry closed his eyes, hiding the emotions that he experienced even with the foreknowledge that this would happen. Despite the voice in his dream, he was speechless.
"Harry...kiss me."
Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. Studying Draco beneath him, he loosened his hands, petting with feather light touches down Draco's arms. "Draco," he whispered, allowing the sound to stroke his being, cherishing the feel of it as it rolled off of his tongue. Raising his fingers to the silk that graced Draco's head, he sighed when their tickle between his fingers felt heavenly. Pulling his eyes from Draco's, he sent the tip of his tongue out to moisten his lower lip. With sheer determination of slowness, Harry lowered his lips to Draco's.
Moist softness...sensuous bliss... He was only vaguely aware of Draco's lithe fingers setting him on fire. With heated desire, he asked for entrance. When granted, he lowered himself down to merge with Draco.
Cocks blocked by cloth, danced in eagerness. Wet tongues, one hot the other cool, flicked and teased as they gained acquaintance with one another. Sucking, nibbling and nuzzling, brought new tastes forth for carnal enjoyment. Waves of pleasure journeyed through them; treasure discovered.
Draco moaned, fingers seeking the feel of his skin. Finding it, their passions soared.
Thrusting his hips down hard against Draco, Harry sent his tongue deeper within his cavern of pleasure.
When air became necessary, Harry pulled away with a sigh of longing. Breathing heavily, he looked into Draco's eyes.
"Harry..."
"You don't know what you've done." Harry's voice rasped with sadness as he entwined his fingers in Draco's hair once more.
Draco shook his head. "I had to. Take me with you, Harry."
Harry inhaled sharply. Holding Draco's gaze, he asked, "What do you mean?"
Draco swallowed, shaking his head. "There's no place I can go. I want to go with you. It was all for naught."
Harry watched as Draco closed his eyes to hide moisture that had sprung up there. "Draco..."
Anger poured forth from Draco as he pushed Harry roughly off him and stood. "Do I have to beg?" he roared, his eyes flashing icy pain.
Stunned, Harry stood up shaking his head. "No, you don't. I just don't know how we're going to do this."
Draco leaned over and picked up his Nimbus 2001.
Harry quirked a brow at him, wondering what Draco had planned.
Shrugging, Draco pulled his wand out of his sleeve and shrunk his broomstick to pocket size. Turning his gaze back to Harry, he put the miniature broomstick in his pocket, andthen tucked his wand away safely. "Transfigure me."
"Draco, that's crazy," he sputtered.
Draco smirked, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. "Humm," he drawled, "a nice snake will do. Don't you think so, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip, studying Draco standing in front of him.
Draco moved closer, reaching his hand to Harry's cheek. Caressing him softly, Draco leaned in for a kiss. "I trust you completely," he whispered against Harry's hungry lips. Stepping back, he waited with both of his blond brows arched in expectation.
Finally agreeing, Harry flicked his wrist, releasing his wand from its holster, pointed it, and said, ""Serpensortia.""
Draco hissed and stuck out his tongue. ""Was that supposed to be funny?""
""Yep,"" Harry answered as he bent to pick Draco up
AN: Harry's brief visit to the courtyard is off canon. I wanted to insert some annoyed angst for him.
(LL sneaking in tightening & editing 1-17-08 ;o)
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