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

""snaketalk"" Parseltongue

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Shut Up & Kiss Me
by; imLittleLily

"When There's Love; There's No Question"

Harry, disguised under a glamour charm, stepped out the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place early to begin his run. The practice he had started at Privet Drive carried over here. It was helping him in ways he had never expected. Taking a deep breath, and then stretching his calves, Harry headed east.

Draco wasn't with him—who knew that a snake could throw up in such a manner? Draco didn't like the jostling involved, therefore, he stayed behind.

Harry ran past several more houses that resembled Number 12, turned left at the corner and became serious. Even though hidden by magic, he still used caution. There had been several times when Remus had become frustrated with him about leaving the manor. Harry had adamantly refused to remain indoors.

Ron thought he was crazy, so he would not join in.

Hermione just shook her head. She was actually familiar with the concept—just did not want to do it.

Harry smirked, rounding another corner. They thought he didn't know they were spending the time snogging. So far, they had not really said much about being a couple.

That was okay, neither had he. Draco's situation occupied his mind as he continued. The question of whether he should reveal Draco to Hermione and Ron was a difficult one to answer. He could not decide if his reluctance was due to the fact, they probably would be in shock over his coming out, or worse—who he was with.

Constant vigilance and categorizing his mind really did not go hand in hand. Harry growled under his breath and put the whorl of thoughts away for later.

Harry continued moving eastward, passing other runners, shops and a small park, run down and abused. After two turns around the park, he stopped at a small grocery and bought a large bottle of water. On his way out the door, he encountered a group of teens bent on mayhem. They apparently thought Harry would be an excellent choice. They surrounded him.

"Look at the batty boy, Mac."

Harry arched a black brow.

Mac smirked, moving closer.

Harry shook his head. "Wouldn't do that."

"Is there a problem, Harry?"

"No." Harry had heard that voice only once. Even though it was not speaking English at the time, Harry knew.

Ghillie Dhu stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against—looking perfectly human.

Harry caught the movement of someone else to his right.

The movement came attached to a blade.

Harry turned and eyed the boy holding a knife close to his nose.

"You aren't any better off. We still out number you."

Harry bit the inside of his cheek.

"Really?" This came from a woman sporting green striped hair, wearing black leather.

Harry tipped his head.

The kid shook his head, distracted by the woman.

With Seeker fast hands, Harry took the kid's knife, shoved him against the wall, and held it against the boy's cheek. "You're lucky. You chose me to pick on. Ghillie...well, he's evil." He pulled the kid close to his face, and whispered, "Don't do this again. Now go." Harry encouraged forward motion with a shove.

The three teens fled, deciding to get out while they could.

"I didn't take you for being street wise, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "I'm not. Just not in the mood to deal with punks." Harry looked from Ghillie to the woman who accompanied the Dark Elf.

Ghillie snorted. "This is Myra. She's from Edinburgh."

Myra studied Harry.

Feeling annoyed at close scrutiny, Harry began drinking from his water bottle.

"You didn't tell me he glows, Gil."

Harry choked on his water, glaring the best he could. "Glow?" he finally managed to sputter.

She smirked. "Aye. With light." She eyed him up and down.

Harry scowled.

Ghillie snickered.

"It's because he's mated. You didn't tell me that, Gil."

Harry scowled. "Maybe, because it's no one's business?"

Gil appraised Harry closely. "Aye, Myra, I do believe you are right. This may just—"

"Just what?"

"First impression would be—complicate things. However, on second thought, I think it'll improve our chances."

Harry shook his head in annoyance and turned. He did not have time for this. "I'm leaving, now."

"Oh good, Myra, young Mister Potter has invited us to stay at Grimmauld Place."

Harry glanced around quickly. "Keep your voice down. I didn't invite you anywhere. Do you really think I'd let you come there?"

Ghillie shrugged. "I wouldn't be the first time I've been there." A look of sadness crossed his features. "Course, that was when Sirius and I..."

Harry inhaled sharply. "You knew Sirius? Hold on. If you did, then you'd know..." Harry backed away, eyes narrowed.

"I never met Remus."

"Damned convenient." Harry's voice bristled with mistrust.

Myra shook her head. "He's smart."

Ghillie's brow rose as he nodded. "Harry, I didn't meet Remus because Sirius and I didn't always get along. I knew of him—just never met him personally."

Harry stepped back again. Frowning, he asked, "When were you there?"

"Just before you were born, and then once more shortly—before." Shaking his head sadly once more, he continued, "I didn't get on with his mum."

Harry snorted. That clinched it. "Come on."

"Harry, who's this?"

They had just entered the front door.

Remus instantly accosted them, frowning at Harry's guests.

"Hey, Moony, This is Ghillie Dhu and Myra."

Remus looked from Myra to Ghillie with a practiced eye. Holding Ghillie's gaze, he asked Harry, "You brought him here, why?"

Harry laughed, tilting his head to Mrs. Black's portrait.

Mrs. Black, the former noise queen of 12 Grimmauld was screaming at the top of her lungs, throwing things and glaring spiteful daggers. All to no avail.

"My, my, how you've changed, Mrs. Black." Ghillie's eyes laughed as he performed a courtly bow.

Everyone laughed.

Ron came down the stairs, looking thoroughly snogged, stopped on the bottom stair and glared. "What the hell is going on?"

Harry pointed.

Ron's attention turned. He snorted with laughter and then smirked.

Harry walked to the common room to sit down because his sides hurt. "Come in, Ghillie. You too, Myra."

Ghillie looked around at the changes. "Like what you've done with the place. A bit Gryffindor-ish but I like it."

"Thanks."

Remus was still watching the Dark Elf closely.

"It's okay, Moony. Ghillie has been here before."

"Obviously."

Harry snickered. He bent over and picked Draco up, placing him on his leg.

Ghillie Dhu arched his brow.

A strange silence fell.

"You haven't told your friends yet?"

""Fuck""

"Told what?"

"Harry..."

Harry stood, glaring. "What the hell you'd do that for?" He clutched Draco tightly.

Draco squirmed. ""Potter...""

Harry sissed.

Ghillie Dhu watched them.

Hermione stood in front of Harry, her eyes trained on Draco. "Harry what's this evil Dark Elf talking about?"

Harry swallowed.

""Fuck, Harry. I'm not ready to face her yet.""

Ghillie Dhu arched his brow sharply at that. "Harry, where there's love—there's no questions."

Harry groaned. His eyes floated to Ghillie. "There's only...it's different."

Remus sighed. "He's right, Harry."

Hermione stubbornly moved closer. "Harry."

Harry stepped back from her, bending down.

""Potter, no. Fuck don—""

"To be."

"—t...Harry..."

Hermione's eyes were large, staring at Draco with fierce intensity.

Draco stepped back, out of reach.

The front door slammed.

"Fuck." Harry started to follow Ron.

Remus stopped him. "Let him go."

Harry deflated, dejection surrounding him as he looked toward the front door.

"Why, Harry?" Hermione radiated tension, waiting for a response.

Harry turned his glare to Ghillie Dhu. "See, this is different."

"Why? She loves you, doesn't she?"

Harry snorted and reached for Draco. "Yeah well, she hates Draco. You saw how Ron reacted."

Draco moved closer, holding Harry's hand, eyes still on Hermione.

"You still haven't said why, Harry." Hermione frowned at him. "Just because you thought we'd be angry?"

"'Mione." Harry sighed. "I guess I didn't want a confrontation with Ron. You know, about Ginny and well..."

Draco squeezed his hand, leaned in, nipping him gently on the neck.

Harry moaned and moved into Draco.

"Ah, aren't they cute?" Myra had been silent through everything.

Ghillie smirked.

Hermione watched them silently.

Harry entered the Wraith's Lair and came to a stop. The dankness of the pub assaulted his senses. Fred and George were the ones who told them about this hole in the ground where they said Ron would be.

Hermione bumped into him with a sudden, "Omph."

Grunting, Harry shook his head in frustration. The crowded pub closed in around him as he took in the motley crew of patrons scattered around the cave-like interior. Candle flames cast eerie shadows, pitching Harry into sudden foreboding. He would have preferred to come in alone. Hermione had insisted on joining him. Ghillie Dhu waited outside. Remus was covering the back entrance.

A burley tattooed man pushed his way past them, eyeing Hermione with feral gloating. He stopped, sneered and licked his lip, moving closer.

Hermione glared at him, even as she slipped behind Harry.

The man leered, looking at Harry as though he were little more than an annoyance.

"Harry, I don't think he's here…"

"Yeah, he is, 'Mione."

The burley man leaned closer to Hermione, slurring, "Hey…luv."

Losing her patience, Hermione whipped out her wand. "Bugger off." She held her wand under the man's nose, fingers relaxed.

Harry took her other hand and pulled.

"What's that?" The nameless, tattooed annoyance moved even closer, his breath heavy with the scent of halitosis and whiskey.

Hermione smiled sweetly. "This is my anti-hog belocolus. Go away or I'll…" She quirked a brow at him and then raked her eyes downward. She smirked.

Harry huffed and pulled her arm. "I never knew…"

Hermione tossed her hair. "I'm seventeen—not helpless."

Harry snorted and tipped his head toward the stage.

Hermione frowned, spinning around, she gasped.

Ron stood on the stage, crooning to anyone willing to listen. Harry took note that no one appeared to pay the slightest attention. Ron's hair, charmed to be long, rested around his shoulders, glowing red with gold streaks. He wore a sleeveless vest opened to reveal his chest. Eyes closed in concentration; he remained unaware of their presence.

Harry's brow rose. Ron's chest sported a tattoo of a witch on a broom, flying across a full moon. He knew Ron's tattoo wasn't real because he had seen Ron only the day before without a shirt. Harry shook his head as he moved closer to the stage ignoring Hermione's growl.

Ron sang, his voice rising to the stalactite ceiling, echoing back.

Harry winced—Ron's voice was not made for singing.

Swaying to the beat of the music, Ron tilted his head back and opened fully to the emotions the song invoked. The words poured forth about the loss of lifelong friendship in the face of encroaching darkness.

Harry shook his head again, leaned forward placing his hands on the stage, and then lithely pulled his feet up to stand next to Ron.

Ron was still unaware.

Harry reached forward and tapped Ron's shoulder, bracing himself for an attack.

Ron's eyes opened. Becoming aware of Hermione standing just below him first, he stopped mid-word. Like a branch of the Womping Willow, his arm flung out in attack.

Harry ducked, and then wrapped his arms around Ron, pulling him backward. He grunted as they wrestled for dominance.

Ron's elbow found Harry's ribs.

Air forced out, Harry bent with his hands on his knees. "You're being crazy," he hissed.

Ron growled, swinging his fist in an upper cut.

Someone from the shadowy depths of the pub cheered. "Git 'im!"

Clapping exploded, accompanied with other encouragement.

"Sucker punch the bastirt!"

"Git off the stage!"

Ron tried again to hit Harry.

Hermione stepped between them at that instant. Head snapping back sharply, she called out in pain when Ron's fist found her cheek.

Ron gasped and teetered forward. "'Mione…"

Harry realized that Ron was drunk by the breath that washed over him. Pushing Ron away, he knelt next to Hermione. "Are you okay?"

Hermione stared up at them dazed.

Harry shook his head angrily as he pulled her up.

The crowd became insistent in their desire to see bloodshed.

Ron stepped in clumsily, attempting to help at the same time that he tried to remove Harry's hands from his girl. He growled at them.

Hermione's voice cut through the growing havoc. "Ron, stop this."

Ron growled, shaking his head, apparently attempting to clear it. "'Mione, you shouldn't be here…"

Hermione glared, brushing his hand away. "No, Ron. You shouldn't be here. You're drunk." Hermione curled her nose, turning her head away in angry distain. "Ugh!" She pushed him toward the stairs.

Ron growled. "I'm not leaving."

Harry moved forward, whispering, "Stupefy."

Ron's body went limp.

Grinning at the crowd, Harry shrugged Ron's arm around his shoulders as though his friend had passed out. "Help me get him through this crowd, 'Mione."

Hermione pulled Ron's other arm over her shoulder and then began down the stairs, glaring at anyone who stood in their way. "I can't believe he did this," she said angrily as they pushed through the front door.

Ghillie Dhu stepped forward, his brows arched sharply, studying Ron's limp figure between Harry and Hermione.

"'Mione, you know how he gets when he's mad at me. It isn't as though this is the first time I made him this mad."

Hermione glared at him over Ron's bent head. She stepped away and allowed Ghillie to replace her. Hands on her hips she studied them. "That's no excuse for getting drunk, Harry. He should've stayed and talked about it. His mum is going to be furious—" They walked around the building and met up with Remus in the alley.

Remus shook his head with finality and they apparated back to the foyer at Grimmauld Place.

Ghillie Dhu and Harry plopped Ron on the couch and stepped back. Harry circled Ron's head, whispering, "Ennervate."

Ron rose up with a roar. "Harry!"

"Easy, Ron."

Ron attempted to stand. Failing miserably, he collapsed back, his eyes rolling back into his head. He snored.

Hermione huffed angrily and stomped out of the lounge.

Remus tilted his head, listening to Hermione's progress.

Harry smirked as he watched Remus. "We'll leave him down here tonight. I'm going up now. Goodnight, Remus." Harry nodded to Ghillie Dhu and followed Hermione up the stairs at a much slower and calmer pace.

Harry stood under the cascade of water, relishing the feel and scent of Draco. Nipping his ear, Harry whispered, "What's it feel like?"

Draco moaned, leaning into Harry, responding with a kiss, tonguing Harry's mouth thoroughly.

"Tell me. I wanta know." Harry knew what it felt like for him. Draco's wet skin brought up delicious urges, spreading through him like wildfire. "I wanta know, Draco. Tell me." He pulled back, looking into Draco's eyes, seeking.

"Fuck, Harry—"

"No Draco. Feel. Tell me." He nipped Draco's lower lip, and then held it between his teeth.

"Painful—"

Harry groaned, delving into Draco's mouth. He understood the painful aspect—it was need to the core. Caressing Draco, he whispered, "More."

Draco groaned, encouraging their cocks in dance, he breathed, "Your mouth…love your taste." Draco didn't say more, instead, he showed Harry.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips, nudging him.

Draco groaned needful, seeking and finding Harry's cock.

Strong fingers wrapped around him. Harry moaned, thrusting in heated greed. Warm water added its blissful sensation around his head. Harry smiled softly, "Draco..." he bit Draco's neck, and then grazed his teeth over heated veins. "Not enough, love..."

Draco squeezed.

Harry hissed through his teeth at Draco's sensual assault.

Draco smirked. Leaning closer, he bit Harry's neck. "Your pulsating cock in my mouth is—"

Harry cried out, thrusting Draco against the tile. "What, Draco?" He insisted, burying his fingers in Draco's wet hair, he pulled.

Draco tilted his head back, opening his neck to Harry. "Inside me. Harry."

Harry growled, hands flashing. Lunging forward, he thrust his tongue into Draco's mouth, feeling and tasting him.

Cocks rubbing in wet friction, their mutual moans of pleasure filled the shower.

"Please, Harry."

Draco's pleading was a thunderbolt through him. Pulling away and placing his forehead to Draco's, he breathed, "I thought..."

Draco shook his head. "You're in me, Harry. My heart—my mouth. I want..." His voice disappeared in desire.

Harry saw the need in Draco's eyes. He swallowed, his cock jumping, seconding the idea.

"Please."

Harry leaned in, nodded, and then allowed his fingers to explore.

Draco moaned, pushing against their questing.

The wet floor became convenient. The feel of water cascading on his back only added to the excitement. Harry caressed Draco's opening, teasing him with potential pleasure. He whispered the spell Draco used. A thrill went through him as its warmth spread from his fingers into Draco.

Draco writhed beneath him. "Harry, now." He cried out when Harry's fingers found his prostrate.

"No." Harry smirked. The pleasure of being so close within Draco was something he wanted to extend. He teased, fingers exploring.

Draco thrust, crying out. "Harry!" Panting, Draco reached for him.

Harry leaned down, kissing Draco's nips, and then biting. He smiled against Draco when lithe fingers clutched him. Tongue circling hard nubs, Harry released a feral groan.

Heartfelt vibrations carried them to liquid heat.

Unable to wait any longer, Harry pushed for entrance. He slipped on the wet tile. Gasping as he slid into Draco, he pulled up, worried he had hurt Draco.

Draco moaned, and then smirked. "What's it feel like, Potter."

"Everything."

Draco snickered and moved up.

Harry moaned. Sleek, tight wetness engulfed him, provoking avid demand. He thrust, assailing Draco with hunger and rigorous yearning.

Draco met him thrust for thrust, singing out his emotions and sensations with each poignant plunge.

Draco's music, increased his pleasure. "Draco!" Harry felt his cock tightening, and then the burst of release. Groaning, he delved into Draco's mouth, adding taste to his sensations.

Draco arched to him accepting Harry wholly, sharing his tribute, calling out, "Harry!"

Cold water on his arse. Harry groaned, waved his hand turning the water off. Feathering his fingers across Draco's chest, he whispered, "Intense."

Draco responded by pulling Harry into a deep kiss.

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