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

""snaketalk"" Parseltongue

Shut Up & Kiss Me
by: imLittleLily

Ghillie Dhu; Dark Elf

Harry groaned.

Without looking up, Ron asked, "What?"

"I swear this is the 30th book I've looked at today. Zilch! Sure, if I want to find out about fire-eaters, there's four here. But, no. Nothing on Horcruxes." He sighed.

Hermione watched him while he talked. She wore the usual look on her face when it came to dealing with Harry and Ron's enthusiasm for research.

Ron's stomach growled.

Harry snickered.

"Bloody hell, Harry. It's not funny."

Hermione rolled her eyes and slid a tome across the table. "Here, Ron. One more, and then you can eat."

Ron growled. Strange, it sounded just like the sound that came from his stomach. Mach reiterated.

Harry snickered again.

Ron threw a wad of parchment at him.

Harry ducked into his book, unable to hide his grin.

Hermione made a gaffing noise and returned to her own book, muttering under her breath about boys.

""Hey, I heard that."" Draco chimed in from Harry's pocket.

Harry stood, repressed laughter making him hyper.

"Harry."

"Yeah, I know, 'Mione. Just one more book." He took three passes in front of the fireplace, and then returned to his seat.

Ron grumbled, made another parchment ball and sat squeezing it with his eyes trained on the pages before him.

The only sounds were the snapping of a log in the fire and ticking of the clock.

Hermione finished reading her page and turned it. The parchment made a stiff crackling sound. She smoothed it down.

Ron's stomach roared.

"Ron!"

"What? You think I can control it?"

Harry snickered into his book, ducking the flung parchment ball at the same time.

""I woulda never believed it if I didn't hear it first hand."" Draco drawled.

That was it. Harry laughed aloud.

Hermione glared.

Ron glared.

Both expressions were for different reasons.

Harry shrugged and continued to laugh.

Ron started another ball.

"Dobby."

Ron stopped his process.

"Yes, Mister Harry Potter?"

Harry, who was still laughing anyway, added another snicker.

"Harrumph."

"Some lunch would be good, Dobby. We don't want Ron passing out on us. For that matter…"

"Harry." Ron's glare did not subside, even with the prospect of food.

Dobby nodded and popped out.

Harry started pushing his books to the side. He was sure Dobby would be back shortly. He purposely ignored Hermione's frown.

"Harry."

"'Mione, it won't hurt to take a break." He gave Ron a look.

Ron nodded and stubbornly pushed his own book to the side.

Hermione growled.

""What a musical group today.""

Harry shook his head and pulled Draco out of his pocket. ""This is actually typical. Put Ron in front of a book and soon the music…""

"Harry what are you saying?" Ron was frowning between Harry and Draco.

Harry bit his lip. "Well, Ron. FireEater—"

Draco snickered.

Harry rolled his eyes. ""Stop that.""

""I'm hungry, too. I wanna—""

Harry sissed and banged his hand on the table.

Draco fled across the table to Hermione.

Ron glared at him. "What was that all about?"

"Ron, he just wanted to know if humans always act like this."

""That's not.""

""Shut up.""

Draco coiled his body, raised his head and glared.

Harry glared back. "I already told you, Ron, he has an attitude problem."

Draco stuck his tongue out.

Dobby popped in with lunch.

Ron shook his head, forgetting them as soon as food was in front of him.

Hermione pushed her book aside and reached for her pumpkin juice. "Thank you, Dobby."

"You is welcome, Miss 'Mione."

"Yeah, thanks Dobby." Harry looked at the food before him, feeling annoyance with Draco. He reached for his sandwich and took a bite.

""I'll leave if you want me to.""

""No. I'm just."" Harry stopped talking, put his sandwich down and stood.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione looked at him with concern.

Harry glanced between Hermione and Ron. Finally, his gaze stopped on Draco.

""Potter."" Draco's voice had a warning tone to it.

Harry shrugged dejectedly.

Hermione arched her brow, waiting.

"I'm fine, 'Mione."

Hermione shook her head in disbelief.

Ron noticed. He frowned at her and then sent the same frown to Harry. "What is it, mate?"

Draco dropped onto Hermione's lap—it was half way to the floor.

She gasped, only because the move was unexpected.

""Draco.""

""I'm outta here, Potter, if you start spilling your guts."" Draco slithered toward the foyer.

Harry took three steps and reached down to pick him up.

""Hey! Put me down, git."" Draco squirmed.

""Be still. I'm not going to tell them.""

Draco stilled.

""It's just fucking hard—that's all.""

Ron, paused in his chewing to ask, "Harry, what are you two talking about?"

Harry shook his head silently and returned to his lunch.

Twenty minutes later, they were right back where they started. The silence of Ron's stomach was the only difference. Harry focused on the large tome in front of him. Thæ Mys'terius Ways of thæ Fae.

"Harry, what does the Fae have to do with Horcruxes?" Ron's inquisitiveness was unusual—that is unless you were speaking about the last Quidditch match and scores.

Harry shrugged. "We don't really study them, I just wondered if they'd have any…" Harry inhaled sharply, looking at the gatefold beneath his fingers. The oversized, folded page had an illustration of a sinister looking Dark Elf.

Hermione leaned forward. "What is it, Harry?"

"Horcruxes." Harry's voice was low, stunned. Slowly, feeling an eerie sense of dé·jà vu, Harry pulled back the folded portion of the gatefold. He didn't move, waiting to see if he would take an unscheduled trip into the book. Nothing untoward happened. He leaned on his elbows and began reading. "Only twice in our long esteemed history have we had a Fae so evil that they created the dreadful Horcrux." Harry looked up and locked his eyes with Hermione.

Draco slithered up onto the book, looking at its page. ""Potter, why'd you stop there?""

Harry returned to reading. "Ghillie Dhu was the first. The Fae was so dark that he murdered six Fae and six humans to create twelve Horcruxes." Harry shook his head. "'Mione, it says here that they never vanquished him."

"Let me see that." Hermione reached across the table and pulled the book to her. Eyes speeding across the curlicue writing, she bit her lip in concentration.

"'Mione?" Ron was watching her closely.

"Fuck!"

"'Mione!" Harry and Ron were stunned.

Draco snickered. ""Ooh.""

Hermione's hand came down on the book hard. She stood and began pacing, boiling with agitation in front of the fireplace.

Harry and Ron shared looks of surprise.

"'Mione?" Harry's voice was a mixture of awe and worry.

Hermione stopped, turning to them in exasperation. "Don't you see what this means?" Her eyes went from one to the other.

Harry looked at her frowning.

Ron's expression went blank.

In frustration, Hermione's gaze fell to Draco. She stared.

""Umm, Potter, what's she doing?""

Harry didn't breath.

Hermione approached the table—eyes locked on Draco.

Draco slithered back, eyeing her with caution.

Hermione placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. Her brows puckered.

"'Mione?" Harry and Ron said it at the same time.

Hermione ignored them. "Talk to me." She held Draco's gaze tightly.

Draco stiffened, pulled his eyes away and looked at Harry.

"'Mione what—"

Hermione flashed her hand to Harry. "I know, you know what I'm talking about," she said, strongly to Draco. "I said, talk to me." Hermione's tone took on an edge of fierceness.

Draco slithered to Harry, dropped to his lap and promptly tried to slide between his legs.

""Hey!""

Draco snickered even in his attempt to get away from Hermione.

Harry reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up to the table. His face rose to see Hermione staring at them—hard. Harry struggled to hide his tension—he didn't even swallow as he held her gaze.

"Harry."

"'Mione, he doesn't know any more than we do. He'd tell us if he did."

Hands on her hips now, she glared. "I don't believe you."

Ron gasped.

Harry stood—his anger under his skin, palpable. "Excuse me?"

""Potter…""

""No! She has no right!"" Harry yelled.

Ron moved between them. "Harry," he said, trying to coax calmness. "She didn't mean it."

"I did so mean it, Ron."

Ron turned to her. Placing his hands on her upper arms, he shook her slightly. "No, 'Mione, you didn't. You're just upset. We'll figure it out."

Guilt shot through Harry like a lightening bolt. "Ron."

Ron didn't turn. He held Hermione's angry gaze. "'Mione?"

Hermione's eyes filled with moisture. "Ron, he's keeping secrets, can't you tell?"

Ron stiffened.

""Fuck.""

""Draco, don't. She's right, you know."" Harry was angry, but truth was truth.

Finally, Ron spoke. "'Mione," he said gently, "Harry's always had secrets. We know that and accept it. If FireEater knew anything, he'd tell Harry. Do you think Harry wouldn't tell us something so important?" Ron paused and smirked. "If he was putting me through all this torture while he knew—well, I'd have to…"

Harry shoved him playfully.

Hermione looked at them, and then looked at Draco. She bit her lip, squared her shoulders and turned toward the arch leading to the foyer. "Well, I guess you guys will just have to figure out how to find the evil Gillie Dhu on your own. You have figured out that he's still alive, right?" Voice in a snarky tone, she stalked through the archway into the foyer and disappeared down the stairs to the kitchen. The door slammed behind her.

""Merlin, she's something. If I wasn't…""

Harry snorted.

Ron arched a brow at him.

Harry smirked. "FireEater is impressed with your girlfriend."

A sputter escaped and the look on his freckled face indescribable. "She's not…"

Draco snickered.

Harry snorted again and shook his head. "You're the only one who doesn't know, Ron."

Ron stood ramrod straight, indignant.

Harry laughed and sat down, not intimidated in the least.

Ron glared, first at Harry, and then toward the kitchen door, unsure of which way he should go.

Harry bit his lip. "Go. Just don't do it on the table."

Draco laughed.

Ron glared. Deciding that he was madder at Harry than Hermione, he left to follow her.

""Bang her one for me!""

""Draco!""

Draco hissed, and then curled up on the book. ""What do we do now, Harry?""

Harry leaned back in the chair thinking. Unconsciously, he tilted back on the back legs and started swinging the chair backwards and forwards.

"Sirius used to do that, you know."

The chair legs hit the floor hard. "Hi, Moony. I didn't hear you come in."

Remus shrugged and sat down. "That's because you were in the middle of a yelling match with Hermione. Is everything okay?" He glanced around the table at the evidence of their labors. Books, parchment and quills littered the table.

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "We found out something about Horcruxes." He moved Draco off the book and slid it across to Remus. "She was just venting because she thinks FireEater knows something he isn't telling us."

Remus had been looking at the page before him and listening at the same time. He looked up in surprise. "Harry, why would she think that?"

Harry shrugged, suddenly avoiding Remus' eyes. "Don't know."

The book closed sharply. "Funny, I've seen that look before. Tell me, Harry, have I ever told you that you are just like Prongs?"

Harry fidgeted.

Remus' brow rose. He leaned forward. "Lily used to fidget when she had something she didn't want anyone to know."

""Fuck, Potter. You really need to chill.""

"Remus." Harry shook his head. "I already know I'm like them."

""Well, at least you're not completely avoiding—""

Harry sissed at him.

Remus looked at FireEater. "Harry, what did he say?"

Harry swallowed. "Nothing important, Remus."

Remus snorted and stood. "Well, I guess I'll just take this book and read in my room. Ron and 'Mione are going at it on the kitchen table."

""EUGH!"" Draco drawled, and then snickered.

Harry looked down at the clutter on the table, ignoring them both.

Harry landed roughly in the middle of a misty wood. Startled, he looked around at the same time he felt his pocket. Empty. Forest night sounds took his attention away from the trepidation he felt at Draco's absence.

""So it's true. The little wizard is here.""

Harry turned, angry at whoever was speaking. He snarled when he saw the snake that was resting on a low branch.

The snake's head rose, appraising Harry. He swayed. ""So this is the little wizard who thought he vanquished the great Lord Voldemort.""

""Who are you?""

Laughter escaped from the snake. His head moved back and forth, mocking the human sign for negative response, and then he began to drop from the branch. A tall Dark Elf stood where the snake should have been. He quirked a black brow at Harry. ""Now, do you know who I am?""

Harry stiffened, holding Ghillie Dhu's gaze.

""You are not afraid. Humm, you may have potential after all.""

"'Harrumph.""

Ghillie Dhu threw his head back and roared laughter.

""Excuse me, what's so fucking funny?""

Ghillie Dhu smirked—except it had a strange effect on the elf's face. ""I once had a teacher who did that."" He cleared his throat, and then said, ""Harrumph."" When he said it, he pulled it out in such a manner that Harry laughed. ""Ah, so you do have a sense of humor.""

Harry shook his head. ""Why am I here? Where is here? Oh, and yeah, do you speak English?""

""You are here because I thought it best to wait until you were away from your friends.""

Harry scowled.

""As to where we are—this is the Enchanted Forrest.""

Harry snorted and arched his brow. ""Like Robin Hood?""

Ghillie Dhu chuckled. ""I do speak English. However, I consider it a rather mundane and unenlightened language. Robin Hood was one of us.""

Harry leaned back against a large oak and looked around. He decided to get to the point. ""Which life are you on? Eight? Maybe only five? And what the hell do you mean by one of us?""

""First."" He contemplated Harry seriously.

Harry's chin came up at the close scrutiny. ""Well?""

""I mean that he was genetically magickal—just like us.""

It didn't travel over Harry's head that this elf used a modern term. His brows came down and he stood out away from the tree. ""You and I are not alike. Robin Hood was just a legend."" Gryffindor stubbornness radiated from him. A branch snapped across the clearing.

Ghillie Dhu grinned, looking at the fallen branch. ""Like I said, you have potential.""

""I'm not like you. You're evil. I'm not. Get that through your head right now. While you're at it—Robin Hood was a legend.""

""What makes you think I'm evil?""

Harry let out a breath of exasperation. ""Well, duh. You killed people and other Fae so that you wouldn't die. How is it you're still on your first life?""

""I'm still on my first life because no one knows about me. I'm not evil.""

Harry shook his head. This could go on forever. ""How can no one know about you. Yes, you are evil.""

Shaking with laughter, eyes gleaming in the darkness, Ghillie Dhu motioned to the forest around them. ""This is the Enchanted Forrest, a great place to slither away to when things get hot out in the real world. No, I'm not evil. I want to help you.""

Harry snorted stubbornly.

Ghillie Dhu began to sing.

""Then Robin Hood he was standing by,
And he did laugh most heartilie;
Saying, "I could find a man, of a smaller scale,
Could thrash the pedlar and also thee."

"Go you try, master," says Little John,
"Go you try, master, most speedilie,
Or by my body," says Little John,
"I am sure this night you will not know me. . .""

""And what is that supposed to prove?""

""It proves nothing—merely brings back memories.""

""I'm not staying if you are going to waste my time.""

""You can't apparate from here. Just a little precaution the legendary Robin Hood put in place. Of course, if he wasn't real, then perhaps you'd like to try?""

Harry ran his hand through his hair in agitation.

Ghillie Dhu nodded. ""I already said I'm going to help you. We need to start soon if you plan to succeed. Voldemort will be relaxed now that Dumbledore is gone. He'll think you an easy mark. A snake in your pocket isn't the only secret ally you have. There are others.""

Harry started pacing, stepping over roots, muttering under his breath.

Ghillie Dhu watched as he worked things out in his head.

Harry stopped, glared at Ghillie Dhu and shook his head. ""How are you expecting to help?"" He watched the Dark Elf closely trying to access his intentions.

""Voldemort must be vanquished because he will bring the magickal world down if he isn't. Surely, you don't want that, even though you could live easily in the Muggle world.""

Harry sighed. He couldn't argue with that.

""I will come to London shortly. I must go to Edinburgh next week. You have another ally there. We shall be there in ten days. You may go now.""

Harry opened his mouth to protest—Ghillie Dhu vanished. ""Fuck."" He turned angrily only to find he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror back at 12 Grimmauld Place. "Whoa."

"Harry, there you are. We've been looking everywhere for you."

Harry looked at Ron's reflection in the mirror. Swallowing, he turned and walked out of the bathroom. The bed was a sudden comfort under his arse.

""Where were you?"" Draco's voice shook as he slithered up to Harry's lap.

Harry caressed him. "Ron, please let 'Mione and Remus know I'm okay. I'm going to call it a night and get some much needed sleep."

"You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, Ron."

"Night, Harry."

Harry lay back on the bed placing his hands up behind his head.

Draco slithered up onto his stomach. ""Are you going to tell me what happened?""

He sighed, his eyes closed tightly.

""Harry.""

He caressed Draco's slick smooth body, enjoying the feel beneath his fingers. ""To be."" Draco's weight upon him was soothing. Fingers that previously caressed a snake, hungrily sought Draco's succulent flesh. The feeling went bone deep.

"Harry," Draco whispered breathlessly. "What happened?"

He moaned, pulling Draco to his mouth. The sensation of Draco's tongue sent shivers of delirium through him. "…mmmnn…"

Draco pulled back with a sudden gasp, turning to the door.

Harry, slow on the uptake, opened his eyes, moaning at his sudden absence.

"Harry, what are you doing with a Death Eater in your bed?"

He sat up, a sharp needle of fear piercing him. "Moony, what?"

Remus Lupin pointed his wand at Draco's heart. Hardness edged his expression. "I'm waiting, Harry."

Breathing erratically due to both sexual adrenalin and fear, Harry moved between the steady wand and Draco. His heart did a wonki sort of twinge/twist. "Moony, are you going to curse me?"

"Move away, Harry."

"No." He set his jaw firmly.

"What don't you understand, Harry? He's a Death Eater. He was on the tower that night--" Remus' voice cut off as he swallowed his rising anger.

"Moony."

"I thought you were acting strangely." Remus moved toward the end of the bed—retraining his wand on Draco when Harry was no longer between them. His hard eyes never left Draco's face.

The only movement Draco made was swallowing.

Harry felt Draco's heart racing as though it would explode. He moved to be in front of Remus again. "Moony, Dumbledore offered Draco protection." He started closer to the edge of the bed.

Remus shook his head. "Dumbledore is gone."

Harry shook his head sadly. "I know. Moony, Draco didn't do it. Even though he knew his life would be forfeit, he still didn't do it. Moony, lower your wand."

Remus finally moved his eyes to Harry. "Why have you done this, Harry?"

Harry swallowed. Draco's emotions flooded over him. He fought the confusion of their existence within him and focused on Remus. "Moony, Dumbledore was already dying. Draco came to me because Voldemort killed Snape. He would've been next, Moony," Harry's eyes fell to the wand, still pointed at him. "Are you going to curse me?"

"I don't know, Harry. You've been acting strange. Then tonight, you disappeared." Remus' fingers tightened on his wand. "Harry, how did I really recognize you the first time I saw you?"

Harry's brow rose sharply. "You don't believe it's me, Moony?"

Remus shook his head stubbornly. "At first I thought he took you, but he was still here. Then, I thought that was just a strategy move—he could claim innocence. You still haven't answered my question, Harry."

"Not by the scar on your head. Your eyes—Lily's eyes. Are you going to curse me, Moony?" This time, Harry asked the question with sadness radiating in his voice.

Remus lowered his wand, hesitating, yet yielding. "Where were you?"

Like the air coming out of a balloon, Harry collapsed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Draco didn't have anything to do with that. He was just as scared and upset as you were."

Moony shifted his gaze to Draco, brow arched in query.

Draco nodded mutely.

"It was Ghillie Dhu."

"What?" They both shouted at him.

Harry stood, ran his hand through his hair roughly and began to pace. "Yeah. He took me to the Enchanted Forest."

This time there were two snorts.

Harry growled. "I'm just telling you what happened."

"What did he wa…"

Draco and Remus shared a look. Curious, that they had the same concerns and thoughts in unison.

Harry resumed his pacing. "He wants to help with Voldemort."

"Harry…"

This time Harry laughed, looking first at Remus and then Draco. "You guys sound funny."

Two angry frowns glared back at him.

Remus shook his head. "It's late, Harry. We can talk about this tomorrow." Remus turned and narrowed his eyes at Draco.

Draco held Remus' gaze without fear.

Harry felt a twinge, but it was different this time. He bit the inside of his cheek. "Goodnight, Remus."

Immobile, Remus finally said, "Goodnight, Harry." The trace of hardness returned to his voice. "He better be here tomorrow morning—I'll come after—"

"MOONY!"

"Just making sure he understands, Harry."

Harry released a heavy exasperated breath. "Goodnight, Remus."

"I understand. Do you?"

Remus started to raise his wand.

Harry barged in between them, glaring. He gasped, his heart flipped.

"Harry?"

"I'm fine. We'll talk tomorrow." Harry's voice was terse with finality.

Remus nodded and left.

Harry sat on the bed, knees shaking. What the fuck?

Draco moved up behind him.

Harry felt it. He moaned and leaned back into Draco when lithe hands massaged his shoulders. After several minutes, he whispered, "The door."

Standing, still shaky, Harry went to the door and tested it. It was locked. "Ole Marauder."

"What?"

"He must have charmed the door to let him in, even if it had a ward on it. Surely, a Marauder's trick." He stood in front of Draco now. The sensation was exhilarating and scary at the same time. "What is this?"

Draco shook his head keeping his eyes on Harry.

He moved closer. Draco's breath on his face was like the swooping of voracious desire—all consuming. Heart racing, he leaned closer, seeking fusion.

"Harry."

Draco's voice was a musical caress. Harry raised his hand, stopping just short of contact with skin. He was mesmerized. He stared at his fingers, and then he whispered, "Can you feel it?"

"Yeah." Draco's breath heightened his hunger.

He allowed his fingers to touch. Feathering them across Draco's jaw, he swallowed the emotions caught up in his throat—leaving him breathless. His fingerpads stopped on Draco's rushed pulse. "Fuck." He couldn't stay apart any longer. Lips, soft yet insistent sent him flying. Melting into Draco, he arched up seeking more.

Draco plunged his tongue into his mouth, fingers mingling within his hair. He moaned into Harry's mouth, sending vibrations of desire, spiking flames high.

Harry panting managed to breathe out, "Draco, I want." Smooth hardness slid along side his cock, teasing with voracious hunger. He hissed at the sensation, and then he rocked up, increasing their friction.

Draco moaned, bit his earlobe and thrust harder. Urgency compelled Harry and he grasped their cocks together tightly. Their movements synchronized, Draco rocked, humming from his throat, and then tonguing his pulse.

Harry cried out, squeezing harder. Draco's tongue elicited urgency within with electrical impulses under his skin.

Hearts racing and increased speed propelled them. Draco called out, panting and biting.

"Ahhh!" Harry screamed into Draco's mouth, holding him tightly with his left hand.

Cum mingled, baptizing them with warm white gold.

Harry lay beneath Draco, breathing slowly calming. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

He pulled his hand away from Draco's now soft cock eliciting a moan from him. Harry smiled, sucking on their mingled cum from his fingers. He looked up into Draco's sterling eyes, offering to share.

Draco pulled his fingers greedily into his mouth, sucking seductively, and then biting.

Contentment blossomed from his heart. He sighed in expression and smiled.

They snuggled, sharing in slow caresses.

Harry closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of Draco sucking and nibbling on his shoulder. A breath escaped. "I can feel your heartbeat." He opened his eyes and turned to Draco.

"Yeah," Draco breathed, "me, too. Bazzin."

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AN: Brit slang: Bazzin awesome—excellent, etc. (almost forgot to put this here. Sorry. LL)

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KatsuKitsune: Yeah, I know about that. The reason I put the notation at the bottom was for US readers—I don't want to confuse them. Over here they are two different organizations. The difference would be between local and fed government. Looks like the Brit slang dictionary I use is pretty accurate. (grin) Thanks for reviewing. Lots of Blessings. LL

Erica Cole: Yeah, that's true. I tend to take what JKR offers and play with it. Insert my wonki sense of humor and well…some things come out twisted. Harry was literally being funny. I couldn't resist. One of my favorite scenes from CofS is the look on Draco's face when he thinks HA! gotcha, Potter, and the cobra lands between them. I believe that is the inspiration of Harry's stunt when he said Serpensortia to Draco out at the lake. That's why Draco said, ""Was that supposed to be funny?"" it was a right back at cha moment that Harry enjoyed, thus he said, ""Yep."" See, wonki. Thanks for reviewing. Blessings. LL

Fragonknight01: Can't stop, huh? Thanks for the great compliment. Draco as a snake is so so much fun to write. Hope you like this next segment just as much as the others. Thanks for taking the time to review. Blessings. LL

DemonRogue: Thanks. I'm glad you asked. It was a mistake that left a big gaping hole in the storyline. When a faithful reader/reviewer points something out to me—I appreciate it because it teaches me. When I learn, hopefully, I'm improving in my presentation, which should give my readers enjoyment. I've learned so much since I started last December. Thanks as always for being a great reviewer. Blessings. LL

GoddessMoonLady: Thank You. I've been working to improve the sex scenes—your great review makes it well worth it. Shares an evil grin. I think Draco squirming around in the pocket is a fantasy of everyone. Oh, what fun! Here's the next chapter—hope you enjoy it. Blessings. LL

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