Please Note: This fic contains slash and spoilers for HBP. Disclaimer below.
""snaketalk"" Parseltongue
Shut Up & Kiss Me
by: imLittleLily
Happy Birthday
Harry stood in front of his open bedroom window, absorbing moonbeams from the full moon overhead. He sighed.
""Potter.""
""Yeah, I know. Cheer up, Potter."" He didn't turn around as he continued to look outside at the reflective moon-glow over London. It had been a rough day. The first part of the day, they spent working on the final touches to the Privet Drive wards. Everything was set to go tomorrow evening. The second part of the day, conflict between Remus and Tonks had swept through the Manor like the north wind.
Apparently, Tonks thought the idea of heightened senses and emotions of a werewolf at the start of the full moon were well…you know. Harry felt the heat of blush just thinking about it. Then he felt annoyance at Remus. If Tonks was horny, then Harry was of the opinion that Remus should have taken advantage of that. But, not Remus—no way. Number 12 Grimmauld place had been filled with angry words, slamming doors and finally, Tonks tearing out of the backyard to the sound of spinning tires and Remus roaring. Harry frowned and shook his head.
""Potter…""
He finally turned around and approached the bed, smirking. ""It's almost my birthday. Just a few more minutes, in fact. Did you wait up for yours?""
""Not exactly.""
Harry reached out and caressed Draco's smooth body. Since Remus was tucked away in the werewolf proof cellar, he whispered, ""To be…""
A lithesome wizard replaced his snake and leaned into his caress, which became lost in Draco's hair. "I've been wondering what I was going to do for your Birthday."
He leaned in for a quick kiss. "…mmmnn…what did you decide?" The feel Draco's smirk against his jaw spiked needles of anticipation within.
Draco journeyed along his neck, pausing to suck greedily on his pulse point. Then Draco bit his ear and sent his hands exploring over Harry's skin, bringing up goose bumps of pleasure. With a cool caressing breath, he whispered, "I'm gonna make you scream."
Harry gasped as a laugh escaped.
Draco pulled back, smirked sexily, and then placed his forehead against his. "You think that's funny?" he breathed. "We'll see. Tomorrow, when you're busy opening your prettily wrapped presents from everyone else…you're gonna remember what it was like to scream under my hands, Potter. That's all…" Draco paused to bite him before continuing, "you're gonna be able to think about and feel…" He nipped Harry's lower lip sharply as he pulled Harry onto the bed. Fondling his cock, he whispered, "I'll be right there…in your pocket…reminding you…"
Harry moaned as he arched to Draco. Tingling started to spread through him as Draco's very talented lips playfully teased his sensitive skin. Finally, the teasing became too much. He entwined his fingers into Draco's soft hair, and pulled delectable lips to his, seeking union with his cool tongue. "Draco…" he hissed against the mouth consuming him.
Draco pulled back with a sigh, and said breathlessly, "You're always so eager, Potter." He pinched Harry's nip seductively. "I've watched you though…" Returning to Harry's mouth, he sucked fiercely pulling Harry's eager tongue into his mouth, caressing and teasing with slickness. He moved his hips, thrusting downward, and then pulled Harry's hands away from his hair. Their heated breathing was the only sound as Draco looked into his eyes. "You cum with just enough passion—yet, you don't completely let go. Tonight, I'm going to change that." He pushed Harry's hands above his head and whispered a soft incantation. Silk bindings encircled his wrists.
"Draco, no, I want to touch you…" He swallowed, looking up into Draco's expressive eyes, wondering how he could know him so well. Even wanking behind his bed hangings, he always felt something holding him back. Pulling on his bindings, he said, "I need to feel you with my hands."
"No."
Writhing in his effort to be free, Harry gasped when Draco's nails trailed down his arms, inflaming his passion. With his breath quickening, he said, "Draco…"
"You're gonna scream, Harry." Draco began his torturous agony. Fingers and tongue combined to create blissful sensations of tenderness—always bringing about the dichotomy of pain. Draco's tongue laving his nips, sent waves of pleasure through him, only to transform into fiercely nipping teeth.
Harry cried out at the sudden pain as its essence traveled to his cock. ""Fuck!""
Draco smirked, and then became very serious.
Harry lost all track of time as his cock disappeared within Draco's mouth. Thrusting upwards, he hissed, ""Oh yeah, Dra…"" An unexpected sensation passed through him as fingers tightened around the base of his cock.
"What the…" He stared down, wondering just how Draco had managed to wrap the ring around his already hard cock—magic hands. Fire flashed in his blood when exploring fingers caressed his perineum. He pushed into the sensation with a feral moan, seeking more.
Anticipative hunger spread through him as Draco's fingers teased, pushing him close to the edge, only to withdrawal their pleasure. "Grahh…" He roared when Draco pressed against his prostate gland. Thrusting upwards with his cock, Harry pulled hard on his bindings and said a soft incantation. Instead of freedom, he cried out when the silk around his wrists tightened. "Draco!"
Draco pulled away from his cock long enough to smirk. "You're not screaming yet." Draco flicked his pointy tongue over the opening of his cock, teasing. Winking, he said, "Scream all you want—nobody can hear you."
He moaned and hissed, ""Fuck you, FireEater!""
In response to the sensual sound of Parseltongue, Draco hummed against his cock, sending Harry into a fit of thrusting and writhing beneath talented hands. Harry held his breath…the room began to spin around him. Electricity journeyed under the surface of his skin, pulsating with heat. Coming close, he cried out in frustration when Draco pulled away. He pushed his breath through his teeth in frustration, and closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold on—to what, he didn't know.
"Breathe, Potter."
Lungs rasping heatedly, he opened his eyes to see Draco's face close to his.
Draco nipped his lower lip quickly, incensing his desire. "Breathe deeply, Potter. Feel your breath from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Ride the wind…"
He moaned, took a deep breath, and then let it out. Draco's sensual breath across his face gave him the sensation of floating around the Quidditch pitch on a soft summer day. Locking his eyes with Draco, he breathed in deeply, and then let the air flow from him. Friction with Draco's cock burned him.
"That's it, keep doing that," Draco whispered, just before he went down, Harry's cock disappearing once more into his mouth.
""Fuck!"" Harry roared when his frenulum encountered the back of Draco's exquisite mouth. Coming close once more, Harry screamed when Draco pulled away only to tease his cockhead with his tongue.
Heated motion intensified, bringing up sounds he had never expressed before. He forced himself to breathe deeply, and heard through his own passionate sounds.
"Feed me…give me your tribute, Har—ry. Cum on…" Draco's mouth embraced his cock, seeking and pulling by sucking his tasty treasure fiercely.
He pulled on his bonds and exploded within Draco's mouth, screaming out as his white gold spurted in wave after wave of blissful torment. Trembling, Harry did not know how long he had been gone into blissful afterglow when he heard Draco's voice against his ear.
"You're mine," Draco whispered.
He nuzzled against Draco, and whispered, "Yeah." Relishing in the scent and taste of his cum on Draco's lips, he kissed him deeply. They shared a passionate, "…mmmnn…"
Draco pulled up, studying him closely. With feline grace, he moved to be above, and then reached up, releasing him from the silk bindings. He moved slowly, his cock meeting Harry's. Cock to cock; they rocked.
The feel of Draco's erection teased him with insistence—his own ready once more. He moaned from somewhere primal as ecstasy spiraled through him, propelling his head backward.
"I want you, Harry," Draco breathed out softly as he slid between his legs.
"Draco…I…"
"Sshh…it's okay," Draco murmured as he prepared him with a soft incantation. Cupping Harry's balls, he caressed, and then holding his gaze, he began circling his tight opening. The action warmed the lube, activating its special ingredients.
Harry groaned at the sudden sensation of warmth and tingling. "What?"
Draco smiled against his lips, whispering, "It pays to be an excellent potions student." As he finished speaking, he pushed for entrance while he pulled Harry's legs up to wrap him.
Eyes locked in passionate embrace; they both paused, breathing deeply.
Harry arched up, seeking union, moaning when Draco entered him. Realizing Draco must have done something to prepare him without pain, a sensation of fullness filled him, pulling him into blissful relaxation. "Draco," he whispered, clasping tightly in blond hair, he pulled Draco into a deep kiss. He felt himself slipping around Draco's cock with tight embrace—he sighed. Touching Draco's swelled lips, he indicated with a soft smile that he was ready.
Draco paused, sighing as he relished the feel of Harry around him. Beginning gently, he gradually picked up speed, allowing his passion to rise to the surface. "You're mine," he hissed out fiercely, holding Harry's hands—palm to palm, tightly.
As Draco thrust harder and faster, he felt the deepest part of his soul rise to the surface. "Draco…please…" He hissed, expressing his need, ""Fuck—now!""
Thrust for thrust, he met Draco with eagerness, fusion and power. Crying out as he felt the tightening around his balls, Harry allowed the rush of the moment to carry him away—screaming—into blissful eternity.
Harry sat at the large dining table looking over all of the wrapped packages before him. He raised his eyes, and found Hermione watching him closely. After giving her a brief smile, he reached for a package, picked it up and gave it a curious shake.
"Don't do that, Harry. You might break something."
Draco snickered from his pocket.
Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasley. "This one is from Hermione, Mrs. Weasley. It is most likely a book or broom servicing kit refill." Shaking it again, he said, "No rattling—it's a book." Harry smirked as Hermione made a harrumph sound. Funny, she sounds just like Professor McGonagall. Hegrinned and began ripping the fancy paper off—while trying his damnedest not to think of screaming.
Draco was in his pocket singing something about hot-blooded wizards who screamed when they…
Biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to ignore the singsong voice, Harry looked back up to Hermione. "Wow, 'Mione this is great." He held up the Atlas of the Wizarding World, for everyone to see. "Thanks."
Ron grumbled something about books, books and more…
Hermione blushed. "Well, Harry, I thought it could help with…you know, your plans."
He nodded and moved his leg under the table in defense of Draco teasing his bits. It did not help as Draco squirmed closer; humming as though he had Harry in his mouth.
He chewed his lip, reaching for another package. This one was from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley—clothes. And so the afternoon went on as he continued to open presents. Draco, in his pocket, constantly reminded him of his ecstatic night of passion. The only other distraction was Harry's curiosity as he wondered about Ginny, Luna and Neville.
Throughout the afternoon, Harry had noticed strange behavior between Neville, Luna and Ginny. Once he caught a glimpse of Neville brushing up against Ginny caressing her ass gently before moving on to retrieve a bottle of butterbeer from the sideboard. Ginny had looked at him from beneath her lashes coyly—very unlike her usual behavior. Only moments later, Luna had handed Ginny a slice of cake, pausing to run her fingers over Ginny's wrist before smiling dreamily and sitting next to Neville who was talking to the twins about a new product idea.
Harry had returned to his conversation with Remus about the wards at Privet Drive, acting as though he had seen nothing. However, his curiosity had been aroused.
Everyone was preparing to leave. Mrs. Weasley bustled around making sure everyone had a portion of leftovers and a matronly hug.
"Mum," Ginny said, "I'm going to go to Luna's for a while. I'll see you later."
"Yes, of course, dear." Mrs. Weasley turned to Luna. "Tell your father, we said hello. Here, dear, take some of Harry's cake with you."
Luna smiled in her usual way and nodded as she took the cake from her hands. "Bye, Harry," she said. "Happy Birthday."
Harry nodded. "Thanks." He watched as Ginny, Luna and Neville, who merely nodded to him, stepped through the floo connection in the kitchen.
After their departure, the Weasleys seemed ready to leave. With a joke to Harry along with an invitation to visit their shop—in disguise, of course, the twins left amidst their usual fervor.
Shaking his head at them, Harry asked Hermione and Ron to come up to his room and help carry his gifts.
"Thanks for coming up," Harry said, when they entered his bedchamber. "I wanted to talk to you about our plans to go to Godric's Hollow. It's easier to do it up here."
Draco, still in his pocket, sang, ""You can thank Merlin for Evanesco, Potter. The cummin' and screamin' fest is just a heated memory…""
Harry sissed and tapped his pocket.
""Och Potter! I'm gonna bite you for that—you'll scre…""
Harry hissed, ""Shush.""
Hermione arched a brow at his behavior, and then nodded after a quick look around Harry's room. "That's alright, Harry," she said, placing the presents she carried on the desk. "When were you planning to leave?" She sat on the chair next to Harry's desk as she waited for Harry's answer.
Harry smiled and moved to the bed. Pulling Draco out of his pocket, he grinned. "Well, 'Mione…" Harry paused to draw the moment out. "There's something that has come to my attention that takes precedence over our leaving." He was still grinning at her as he stroked Draco's smooth body.
""She's gonna have kittens, Potter.""
Harry snickered.
"Harry?"
Still enjoying the moment, Harry said, "Have a seat, Ron."
Air escaped Hermione's lungs as she expressed annoyance at Harry's dithering.
Laughing outright, Harry said, "Remus and I went to Gringotts the other day. I went to the Potter vault for the first time. It was amazing."
"Harry, what does this have to do with us going to Godric's Hollow?" Ron asked, sitting at the end of the bed and fidgeting.
Draco sniggered as he watched Ron.
""Stop that."" Harry hissed, as he stroked Draco. He pulled his eyes from Draco back up to Hermione. "Well, the thing is, 'Mione, there were some books there that I think are important."
Hermione's brow rose. "Why didn't you just bring them back with you?"
Harry bit his lip as he studied her. "Well…"
""Here it comes, Potter,"" Draco said gleefully.
Harry couldn't restrain the snicker that escaped once more. "'Mione, the thing is there were, well…"
"Harry James Potter, if you say well one more time!"
""Kittens."" Draco drawled.
"Hundreds, no—I mean…well maybe a thousand. I don't know where to begin." Harry shrugged, giving the impression of nonchalance.
Hermione stopped breathing. Paleness spread across her countenance as she stared at him wide-eyed.
""Someone should teach her the concept of breathing—it would only heighten her pleasure,"" Draco quipped as he slithered up Harry's shirtfront.
Harry laughed. Reaching up, he pulled Draco into his hands and stood up.
Ron panicked. "'Mione…"
Through his laughter, Harry said, "Breathe, 'Mione. That's the only way you'll ever see them." He walked to her, unceremoniously dropped Draco on her lap and began pounding her on the back.
Hermione gasped sharply, and then stared down at the snake on her lap. "Harry…"
"He won't bite you, 'Mione."
Draco hissed, ""Got that right, Potter. I prefer the taste of screaming Harry Potter.""
Harry snickered. "So what do you think, 'Mione? How about we go to Gringotts tomorrow and figure out how we can transport them to Godric's Hollow or even here."
Ron scowled at them. "Why do we have to go there?"
Harry sighed. "Ron, it's because there are so many of them. I've been thinking about seeing if I can't just have them shipped here or even if Dobby can have access to the vault and move them for me. Anyway, it's important that we figure a way to have easier access."
"Harry," Hermione said. "Maybe we should have Dobby bring them here. Elf magic is powerful and it should be easy for him. If they are here, Remus can also help us with our research."
Ron grumbled.
The sound grated down his spine. Harry bit his lip, looking from Hermione to Ron. He had an epiphany. Ron didn't like the idea that Hermione would have a whole new set of books to drool over.
"Ron," he said. "It's all a part of the plan. The books are valuable—we may find information on Horcruxes there—maybe something that even Voldemort didn't have access to. Are you with us on this?"
""Selfish prat.""
Harry's brow rose at Draco's comment although he remained silent watching Ron's inner conflict play out on his face.
"Ron," Hermione said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, all right!" Ron stood up angrily from the bed where he had sat down when he realized that she was fine.
There was a knock on the door. Remus put his head in looking around the room. "It's time, Harry."
Harry and Remus landed in the middle of Harry's old bedroom at Number 4. They had arranged with Aunt Petunia to place Lily's wedding ring under a rug—giving them access to travel through Dumbledore's old wards. The fact that they could do this was an indication of their failing power.
Harry looked around at the small space he had occupied during his summers. He had told Aunt Petunia to take the room back and use it for whatever she wished. Apparently, she had turned it into a craft room. There were packages of potential home decor items scattered over his bed and along one wall, his desk now removed and replaced with a table holding fabrics and a sewing machine gave the room a feminine ambiance. Smirking at his aunt's display—he knew she would never use any of it—Harry went to his bed and knelt down to pry the floorboard up.
"Got them," he said, holding up two small vials containing blood.
"Okay, Harry. We better get started. Petunia said that we would have at least three hours. However, I want to be finished and gone before three hours are up." Remus bent, picking up the edge of the rug, he fingered Lily's wedding ring. He stood with a smile and handed the small gold band to him.
Harry took the ring and placed it in his left pocket. Draco was in his right.
""The best place to begin is in the back yard,"" Draco quipped from Harry's pocket.
Harry snorted, rolling his eyes, he said, ""Well, duh."" To Remus, he said, "FireEater was just stated the obvious. Sometimes…" Harry's voice trailed off as they entered the upper hallway. Ripper was growling fiercely at them.
"Immobulus." Remus grinned at Harry's surprise.
""What's going on, Potter?""
Harry laughed outright. "Great move, Moony." Harry's voice tinged with laughter as he emphasized Remus' nickname. "Wish I coulda done that a long time ago. Apparently my wandless magic from emotions didn't work on him." Harry resisted the urge to nudge Ripper over onto his side as he walked by. Hopping down the stairs, Harry laughed when Draco yelled from his pocket.
""Fuck, Potter. Don't do that!""
Harry grabbed the banister and swung his feet through the air, landing in the lower hall with a snicker.
""I think I'm going to throw up…""
Harry laughed again.
Remus, amused by Harry's playful mood, laughed. "The backyard will be the easiest part. We won't have to disillusion ourselves. Let's get started."
Working the wards from back to front, they utilized Petunia's, Dudley's and Harry's blood to created a powerful ward. The idea of blocking the Dark Mark from the area had come from Draco. Remus worked runes into the exterior doors while Harry marked the property lines. They worked together in harmony for about an hour before Harry finally stopped in the kitchen to get something to drink. He opened the fridge door and stood frozen.
Sitting right in front, out where he would be sure to see it, was a six-pack of Wizard's Butterbeer—"The Magickal Taste of Heaven." ""Where did she get that?"" Harry asked, his voice dripping with incredulity.
""Get what?""
""Butterbeer. How did she get it?""
Remus entered the kitchen. "What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry reached into the fridge and pulled the entire pack out. "Look at this, Moony."
Remus' brow rose.
A note taped to one of the bottles caught his attention. He set them on the counter, pulled the paper off and opened it.
Harry,
I found these at a new shop that opened up on Druid Row. Thought you might like them as you are working on the wards. Vernon doesn't know about them. Whatever you don't drink, take with you.
You'll also want to be careful, they are watching the house expecting you to return. Had quite a time with one officer when they found out about your old room and the changes I made. There's also another officer who thinks Vernon "killed" you. Thought you otta know. The lawyers, of course, dispute this.
Thank you for your help with the wards,
Aunt Petunia
Harry's brows rose as he opened a bottle. "They?"
"Most likely the authorities. Maybe they think you ran away and will come back?" Remus took a seat at the table and opened a bottle for himself. He studied the note.
"I guess it's the feds. So they think Uncle Vernon killed me. Humm, too bad we can't do something with that." He smirked and finished off his butterbeer. "Wonder what she was doing in a wizard shop. Isn't that the one that Tonks was talking about?"
"Maybe she didn't realize it was for wizards," Remus answered. "Tonks said that the shop was actually set up to serve both Muggles and Wizards. It's owned by a Muggleborn. Sedeeva's Mythical Oddments & Whatchamacallit."
Harry shook his head, grinning. "Must be Brina Sedeeva. She was in Fred and George's year. Ravenclaw."
Remus nodded. "Smart witch. We should finish. We'll have to disillusion ourselves it the authorities are watching the place. The new ward will extend from Oakdale Rd. in the south, to Magnolia Crescent in the north. That will actually cover more of an area than Dumbledore's wards did."
Harry nodded. They performed the charm and made their way outside—Harry went south, Remus went north.
AN: Brit slang lists Fed as a term used across the pond for police. Please don't think I meant the FBI. Grin . . .
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