Please Note: This fic contains slash and spoilers for HBP. Disclaimer below

Shut Up & Kiss Me
by; imLittleLily

May the Light Shine Forth

In the morning, Harry woke to see Hedwig sitting on his desk with a small package tied to her leg. "Mornin' Hedwig," he said softly as he reached for the package. Turning it in his hands, he saw that it was from Remus.

""What is it, Harry?""

He shook his head and opened the small box. Inside, there was a small piece of folded parchment. He picked it up and saw that there was a galleon beneath it. Unfolding the note, he read it aloud to Draco.

Good Morning Harry,

Tonks and I have decided after what has happened you need a backdoor out in case of emergency. The magic word is Sirius.

Remus

P.S. from Tonks - Don't forget your leathers.

Harry picked up the coin. It wasn't really a galleon—on one side it bore the usual imprint of a wizard coin, on the other was the head of a dog. Harry sighed.

After breakfast, he was sitting at his desk studying wards. The books and new bag he had ordered from Flourish & Blotts would come in handy. He had decided he would study wards before going to Godric's Hollow. The necessity of protecting himself and his home was a top priority. That was why he had owl ordered four reference books that focused on protective wards. The knapsack was a specialty item that could hold everything he owned and still be feather light.

He released a sigh and whispered, ""Why didn't we learn this stuff at Hogwarts?""

""Seventh year, Arithmancy and Charms, Potter.""

Harry groaned.

Knock, knock.

Draco slid into the desk drawer as he stood and went to see who was at the door.

"Aunt Petunia, what do you want?" Harry arched his brow waiting for an answer.

She had a strange expression on her face and bit her lip. "May I come in? There's something I need to talk to you about."

Harry nodded stepped aside so she could enter.

Aunt Petunia looked around his room with interest. "You're studying?" She walked over to the desk and looked down to see a reference book, Basic Warding, Harlan S. A. Conall. Fingering it with one hand, she pushed the desk drawer closed with the other.

""Hey, I'm in here.""

Harry swallowed a comment. "Aunt Petunia, is something bothering you?" She surprised him by turning around and sitting in his chair.

He frowned and sat on the bed. "What is it?"

" Vernon is coming home tomorrow." After pausing to study him for a moment, she continued, "I know about your inheritance. I—I think you should go as soon as possible."

Surprise surged through him, impelling his brow up. He pulled his feet onto the bed and sat cross-legged. "You've known about that since Dumbledore told you last year. Why the sudden change?"

She looked down at her clasped hands, twisting her fingers. " Vernon, well…he was always afraid of Dumbledore. That's why he gave you this room. It wasn't exactly from the goodness of his heart, you know. Well, now that Dumbledore is dead…I think he is going to try to get your inheritance based on the fact that you are underage." Her gaze traveled to the clothing packages Harry had not put away. "I know your inheritance is substantial because Lily once told me about an arrogant rich sod from school." She locked her eyes with Harry's. "Lily married him."

"I'll be of age in a few weeks, Aunt Petunia; he won't be able to do anything."

She bit her lip, shaking her head. "He's going to claim that since you grew up in the Muggle world you should not be of age until your 18th birthday. He's already hired a lawyer."

Harry inhaled sharply.

""Bloody hell,"" Draco said from the drawer.

Harry stood and walked to the window. Looking out over the backyard that held his own special memories of the Weasleys in an old Ford Anglia and Aunt Marge full of hot air floating away, he shook his head in anger. ""Fuck,"" he hissed out.

"Beg your pardon?" Aunt Petunia looked at him with arched brows.

Harry turned around. "I was planning to study wards so that I could try to extend the life of the wards here. I haven't been here long enough for that to accomplish that. Some things have happened and I think you'll need extra protection. The wards here always worked two ways, my presence protected you and Dudley and your presence protected me."

Aunt Petunia sighed as she pulled a small book from her apron pocket. She released a deep breath, and reached her hand out, holding it for Harry to take.

Harry crossed his room and took the burgundy red and gold book from her. When his hand came into contact with it, it was as if the book knew it had come home; shifting, it began to grow into a reference sized tome. Harry looked down and read, Just in Case…written across the front in filigree script lettering. Across the bottom was…Lily Evans Potter. Stunned, he sat down hard on the bed.

""What, Potter?""

""Mum.""

"Beg your pardon?" Aunt Petunia looked at him with confusion on her face. That was twice Harry had something which she didn't understand.

"Mum," Harry said again, this time in English. He opened the book to find a note on the front page.

This is a Book of Shadows created by Lily Evans Potter.

It is called Just in Case for a very basic reason.

Just in Case…of disaster.

During my lifetime, I have seen the century's worst Dark Lord.

He is no Lord. He is a demon.

If necessary, use the information within for his downfall.

Lily Evans Potter

May the Light Shine Forth

Harry flipped the pages, and discovered page after page of defensive spells, potions for healing and at the very back—wards. He inhaling sharply and looked up at his aunt.

She nodded and stood to leave, but paused at the door, and turned. "Lily sent that to me before she died." She looked around his room once more. "Harry, perhaps you should hide your new things. There might be room under the floorboard if you shrink it. There's a wandless spell in there that Lily used to use." She stepped out of the room, gave him a sad smile, and then closed the door softly.

Harry's head spun in a vortex of thoughts. She knew about the floorboard? Don't I have any secrets? He walked to the desk, sat down and opened the drawer for Draco.

""What was that all about?""

Harry showed him the book. Sighing, he whispered, ""It was mum's." He read the opening page to Draco.

""She was right, he is a demon.""

""I could've told you that."" Harry began looking through the back of the book where the wards were. He sighed when he saw the third one.

""What?""

""The Fidelus Charm. That's what they used before they were killed. Wormtail was the Secret Keeper."" He frowned looking at Draco. ""You should know that.""

""Not the details. You gotta know that Voldemort's downfall was not happily discussed at Malfoy Manor.""

Harry's brow rose, he had never heard Draco say Voldemort. ""You said Voldemort.""

""Yeah, well, maybe it's time. I know a really smart witch who once said, 'fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself.' I admit I'm scared, but maybe it's one way to begin losing my fear. What are we going to do about leaving? Are you really going to go?""

Harry tilted his head, eyeing him closely. ""Should I tell 'Mione you said that?""

Draco flicked his tail end. ""Maybe not yet.""

Harry nodded and then turned, looking around his room. He wouldn't miss it, but he didn't feel ready. ""I guess we'll have to go to Grimmauld Place.""

"" Grimmauld Place? That's the Black Manor. How can you get in there? I heard it was under the Fidelus Charm and unplottable.""

""It was. I inherited it from Sirius.""

""Bloody hell…that's…"" Draco's voice trailed off as he studied Harry.

""What?""

""Well Mr. Potter,"" Draco said formally. ""If you inherited the Black fortune and the Potter estates—that makes you one of the richest wizards in the UK. Mother told me they fought with somebody over it. I wonder why she never said it was you.""

Harry stared; he was still stuck on 'richest wizards in the UK.' ""NO.""

""Yep.""

""Fuck.""

Draco laughed. ""You like that word, don't you?""

Harry had just gotten out of the shower later that afternoon and returned to his room, when there was a loud noise downstairs. Frowning, he pulled some jeans on to go investigate. Just as Harry's hand reached for the door; it opened.

Dudley stuck his head in. "Harry," he whispered, looking furtively around.

Harry arched his brow at his cousin.

"Mum said to tell you Aunt Marge and dad just got here. He wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow." Dudley frowned. "She said, 'get ready.'" Finishing with his own brow arched in question, he looked around Harry's room. It was clean, something very unusual.

" Dudley!" Aunt Petunia's voice came up the stairs.

Ripper started barking excitedly.

Harry nodded, reached under his bed and pulled a knapsack out. Across the front were letters spelling out, Featherweight Infinity. Harry turned to the desk. ""Come on, Draco, we're leaving.""

Dudley gasped when a snake slithered up out of the desk drawer. He stepped back, frowning.

Harry picked up Draco and unceremoniously dumped him into his oversized jean pocket. He turned to Dudley. "Tell Aunt Petunia…"

" Dudley!" Vernon yelled up the stairs.

"I'll see her soon about what we talked about. Gotta go," he said as footsteps came up the stairs. Harry picked up the galleon lying on his desk. Palming it and wrapping his fingers around the gold piece, he said, "Sirius."

He landed in the middle of 12 Grimmauld Place's drawing room.

Remus looked up at him startled, shaking his head. "Harry?" He pushed his chair back from the desk where he was sitting.

Harry inhaled sharply, nodding. "Hi Remus. I had to leave because Uncle Vernon came home. I'm wondering about something."

Remus arched his brow. "What is it, Harry?"

"Aunt Petunia told me Uncle Vernon hired a lawyer to try and take control of my inheritance. Can he do that?"

Remus shook his head. "He can try, Harry. Don't forget Sirius' will has already been contested once. Even with the funds they had backing them, the Malfoys lost."

""He's right.""

Harry hissed through his teeth. "So what you're saying is, when I have more important things to do with my life—like…oh, I don't know—Voldemort—he can try something like this!"

Remus nodded.

""Fuck.""

Remus looked startled. "Harry, what was that?"

He glared at Remus.

Remus continued to give him a look of sternness.

Finally, Harry sighed as though the air escaped his lungs in a mad rush to be free. "I just said fuck in Parseltongue, Remus. It's no big deal."

"Since when did you start swearing or even speaking openly in Parseltongue, Harry?"

Harry began to pace in front of the fireplace, shaking his head. "You gotta admit, Remus, that swearing in Parseltongue has its advantages—especially since absolutely no one around can understand me."

""Hey."" Draco's voice came across as joking.

Harry bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to hide his amusement at Draco's tone.

Remus snorted. "That may be true, Harry. However, you will find that most wizards are turned off by it. Are you trying to scare people?"

Harry growled angrily. He was not in the habit of being annoyed or angry with Remus—it was a new and strange experience. "Remus, why are you changing the subject? I'm more worried about Uncle Vernon and Voldemort right now. You know, Aunt Petunia actually suggested that I leave? It's like she was trying to protect me from him or something. I still can't believe he's hired a lawyer. I need to do something about that right now." Harry looked at Remus feeling stubbornness welling within.

"If that's the way you feel, Harry, we can owl the Woodard Brothers. That's the law firm who took care of the previous contesting."

""Ooh, they're good. No wonder father lost.""

Harry nodded. "That's what we need to do then Remus. I'm going to take my things up to my room now." He turned to leave the drawing room only to find himself stopped in mid-step as a small body was flung at him. "Oomph." Harry looked down, just a bit concerned about Draco in his pocket.

""Ouch. What was that?""

"Mister Harry Potter has come home."

""Dobby?""

"Dobby, what are you doing here?"

Dobby smiled and stepped back. "Mr. Dumbledore sent Dobby here. I was told to wait for you."

Harry arched his brow high, returning his gaze back to Remus.

"That's true, Harry," Remus replied with a smile. "Dumbledore assigned Dobby to take care of the manor during the spring break. He has been working at both Hogwarts and here. Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

Sadness filled him from his gut. "No, he didn't."

Remus nodded. "Dobby, please take Harry up to his room. I believe he probably thinks he'll be staying in his old room. Harry, I'll write a note to the attorneys while you get settled. It'll be best if they know about this before getting notice from a law firm."

"Thanks Remus."

Dobby pulled him out of the room.

Harry grinned down at him. "Okay, Dobby. I'm coming."

"Winky is here, too, sir. Your room is this way, sir." Dobby led him through the foyer, past a silently yelling Mrs. Black.

Harry arched his brow at her, which seemed to intensify her anger further. She shook her fist at him.

Dobby giggled and wagged his ears.

"Dobby?"

Dobby grinned and whispered, "It pays to have been a Malfoy elf…"

Draco made a gaffing sound from Harry's pocket.

"Dobby knows secrets that others don't. Dobby fixed her." Grinning once more, he made a sign like someone buttoning up their lips and throwing away the key. He finished off with another giggle as he led Harry down the upper hall.

Harry sighed as Dobby took him past his old room that he had shared with Ron to Sirius' room. He stopped outside the door. "Dobby."

"It's the finest room for you, sir."

Harry groaned and stepped through to find that the room and been redone with Gryffindor red and gold, muted with cream colors mixed in. The drapes were wide open, allowing the summer sun to shine in brightly. Harry inhaled sharply at the opulence before him.

"Mister Harry Potter is pleased?"

"Yes, Dobby. This is great. Couldn't you call me Harry?"

"No sir. You is Dobby and Winky's employer. You must always be Mister Harry Potter."

Harry grumbled and dropped his bag on the oversized bed.

"Would you like your things unpacked, Mister Harry Potter, sir?"

"No, thank you. Not right now, Dobby. I'd really like to have some time alone, if you don't mind."

Dobby nodded and popped out.

""Bloody hell, Potter. He never acted like that at Malfoy Manor, even though I got along with him.""

Harry snorted. Lying back on the bed, he whispered, ""I can't believe Dumbledore sent him here.""

""Dumbledore knew he was dying, Harry."" Draco said gently. He now understood the sense of loss that death brought when someone close to you died. Slithering out of Harry's pocket and up onto his chest, he raised his head up to look into Harry's eyes.

Harry stroked him. ""What do you mean? Because he knew you were trying to kill him?""

""No. His burned and blacked hand was just one of the symptoms that he was dying. Sev told me about it—before—well, you know.""

Harry sighed as he continued to stroke Draco. ""I wondered about that."" He closed his eyes, and shook his head.

Silence embraced them.

Harry opened his eyes. ""Draco?""

Draco blinked at him.

Harry looked deeply into his eyes. ""Three weeks,"" he whispered. ""Fuck, Draco, I don't think…""

Draco lowered his head to Harry's chest. ""You can't do wandless magic?""

""Little things, is all.""

Knock, knock.

Harry watched as Draco slithered under a pillow on the bed. "Yeah?"

"Harry, it's almost dinnertime. Just thought I'd let you know. Are you going to come down?" Remus spoke through the door.

"Remus, you know you can come in, right?"

Remus opened the door. "Are you finished unpacking?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I was just thinking."

Remus gave him a small smile. "Harry, don't worry about Vernon Dursley. Wizard law has been in place for a very long time. Sure, it's been contested on occasion, however, in instances like this; I believe you'll be the winner in the long run. We could even tie it up in court until you're eighteen, if need be."

Harry rubbed his face fiercely. "I guess you're right. I just don't want to have to worry about it. I'm planning to strengthen the wards for Aunt Petunia."

Remus looked surprised at that decision, bringing a rise to his brows.

"Remus," Harry said stubbornly, "she may not have been the greatest aunt. Like Dumbledore said, 'she took me—even grudgingly.' No one should have to die the way Snape did. I want to protect her from that." Harry reached over and pulled his knapsack to him. Reaching in, he pulled out the book that Aunt Petunia had given him. "Look what she gave me."

Remus took the book. Looking down at it in his hand, a look of surprise crossed his face. "How did she get this, Harry?"

"Mum sent it to her just before she died. It has a lot of information in it on wards. More in fact, than the books I ordered from Flourish & Blotts."

"That would be because Lily was excellent at Charms and Arithmancy, Harry. One of the best, in fact."

"Remus, would you be willing to help me with this? I found out that most of that stuff is covered in seventh year." Harry wasn't ready to tell Remus that he wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts—even if it was reopened. "I can't wait that long. It's important, Remus."

"Sure Harry. We'll start on it after dinner if you like."

"That would be great, thanks Remus."

After dinner, Harry was in the drawing room, showing Remus his research to date on the wards he was considering for Privet Drive. He shook his head, frowning down at the book. "Why can't this one work?"

"Harry that one…"

The air in the room was cut with a loud, "Screee!"

Harry turned to see Kreacher standing over Draco with a silver candlestick ready to attack. With fierce hostility, he brought it down.

"NO!" Harry roared, flinging his hand towards Kreacher.

Kreacher flew through the air, making contact with the mantel; a loud crack denoted his sudden demise due to a broken neck.

Tonks came running at the sound of Harry's yell, gasped and went to the house elf.

Harry's only concern was Draco. He rushed forward and bent to pick him up, hissing, ""Are you alright? I told you to stay upstairs.""

Draco trembled and breathed with a heavy rasp.

"Harry, Kreacher is dead."

Anger surged though him as he scowled at Tonks. "Well isn't that just too bad. He killed Sirius and he tried to kill FireEater. I didn't want him in my house anyway."

"Harry, when did you get a snake?"

Harry growled. "Oh come on, Remus. Don't tell me that you think having a shake for a pet is evil?"

Tonks watched him as he caressed Draco. "That's what was going on."

He scowled at her defensively, almost as though ready for an attack.

"At the mall, you were talking to him."

Harry was clutching Draco.

""Ouch. Go easy, Potter.""

Harry started backing away, stubbornness etched on his face. "You're not taking him away. He's my friend. I won't lose him."

Remus sighed, shaking his head. "We aren't going to take him away, Harry. I'm just wondering why you felt it necessary to keep him a secret."

Harry held Remus' gaze stubbornly.

""He makes a good point, Potter.""

""Why do you call me that?"" A strange emotion welled within as he looked at Draco waiting for an answer.

""It's your name. It wasn't meant to be derogatory, Harry. You know we're past that now.""

He sighed sadly, and whispered, ""Sorry."" Inner emotions tinged with the guilt of tiny needles, he looked at Remus. "I'm sorry Remus. I guess I thought maybe you wouldn't understand."

"Ok Harry." He turned to Tonks who was still beside Kreacher watching them. "What do we need to do about Kreacher?"

"It'll have to be reported." Tonks looked at Harry calculating. "Harry, have you ever done wandless magic to such a degree before?"

"No. I was so scared that he was going to kill…er, FireEater that I just…" Harry's voice trailed off as he studied his hand thoughtfully.

"Emotions."

Remus and Harry both looked at her slightly confused.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "In the heat of the moment, Harry had a burst of extra magic. Apparently his snake is important to him." This last, Tonks said with an arched brow of inquiry at Harry.

Harry bit his lip and looked down, a slight blush crossing his cheeks.

""Aw, Potter, you're blushing. I do believe that I must…""

""Shut up.""

Draco snickered.

Harry looked up to see both Remus and Tonks studying him.

"Well, okay," Tonks said. "I'll just floo the Ministry and have someone come."

"Do you really have to? Why can't we just…"

"Harry, we have to follow the law. Kreacher was killed. He didn't just die of old age."

Harry sat down heavily on the couch, leaning his head back, he said, ""Fuck fuckity fuck.""

"Harry."

"I'm swearing, Remus."

Tonks snorted and left, going to the kitchen floo.

Two hours later, after vigorous questioning by an official of the Dept. of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Harry left the drawing room. He entered his bedchamber wondering if life could possibly ever be boring. It had been a little scary at first because he had been afraid they would take Draco away. The Ministry official had told him that although he was not required to register a snake, word of his having one, might not be a good thing to some people. Harry had scowled at the man and insisted there was nothing wrong with having a snake as a pet—in fact; Muggles had been known to own snakes. He had projected his fiercest scowl until Remus had stepped in and saved the poor man.

Harry entered his bathroom and closed the door. Somehow, this inner room within his suite was the equivalent of an inner sanctum. He sighed, turned the shower on and began to disrobe.

""Wish to bloody hell, I could take a shower.""

Amusement sparked and he smirked. ""What don't snakes like water?""

""Potter, you know that's not what I meant.""

He shook his head. ""Yeah, I was just trying to lighten the mood. You could get in with me if you like.""

Draco sighed. ""Do you think you could do it?""

He inhaled sharply. ""It's too risky.""

""Harry…""

""NO.""

""Harry, I've been thinking.""

""DRACO, I SAID NO!"" A glass container exploded, sending shards everywhere.

Draco slithered under a small dresser in the corner, hissing angrily.

""Draco, come out. Come on, I'm sorry.""

""Fuck you, Potter.""

Hissing angrily himself, he swept his hand and cleared the broken glass with no problem. Then he sat on the floor; the ceramic tile beneath his bare arse was cool. ""Draco,"" he pleaded.

""You're really screwy, you know that, Potter? You're probably one of the most powerful wizards of our time, yet you're screwy. All I wanted to say was that maybe with our combined magical energies, we could do it.""

""Draco, please come out.""

Silence and stillness confronted him, oppressing his very soul. He closed his eyes, laid back fully on the floor and tried to breathe at regular intervals because his heart was racing. Long minutes passed before Draco nudged his fingers. A wrenching sob escaped from somewhere deep inside.

""Do it."" Draco slithered up onto his chest. ""Harry…""

Harry caressed Draco with both hands. Allowing his longing and need to expand from his heart, he exhaled a breath. ""To be…"" he whispered, inhaling sharply when the weight on his chest changed. He opened his eyes in surprise, and looked up into Draco's sterling silver orbs. Another sob escaped as Draco lowered his lips to caress his jaw and then mouth. A feral moan escaped as he brought his fingers up to entwine in Draco's soft hair. With longing, he arched up, hissing through his teeth when Draco's cock met his. ""Draco.""

Draco laughed softly and pulled away. "I can't understand you, but it sounds sexy as…"

Harry interrupted by rolling them and pressing his mouth to Draco's, seeking his tongue and cock. Their tongues danced in eagerness, reacquainting themselves with pleasure. He sent his fingers in exploration, and hummed from deep in his throat as he devoured Draco's neck. Pulling away, he locked their eyes. Slowly, almost as if the action was controlled by forces outside him, he began to move. Cock to cock; they danced allowing their moans to direct them.

"Harry…" Draco said, arching his neck back to give free access.

The sound of his name coming from Draco's beautiful mouth sent him over the edge. "Cum on, Draco," he hissed as he picked up speed. The friction between their cocks was exquisite. Harry cried out as Draco's nails raked his back. ""Cum on…"" He thrust his tongue into Draco's mouth as he shot his white gold. Fusion—mingled with newly discovered boundlessness carried them on a journey of bliss. Finally, after many long moments, he pulled away. "Draco?" he whispered.

Draco lay beneath him trembling.

"Draco?"

"Merlin, Harry," Draco's voice shook as well. "What the fuck?"

"It's okay, Draco…"

Draco closed his eyes, breathing rapidly, he swallowed. "Fuck, it's never been…"

"Shhh, it's okay," He said again, laving Draco's jaw, pausing on his pulse point, sucking on its exquisite energy. Harry held him in a tight embrace until Draco's post orgasm trembles stopped, whispering to him in Parseltongue.

AN: Sorry folks, no shower scene today - maybe later. :grin: LL
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