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""snaketalk"" Parseltongue

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"Shut Up & Kiss Me"
by; imLittleLily

Operation FireEater: Part Two, Godric's Hollow

"Scarhead!"

Harry chortled. Unaffected by Draco's yell, he swooped through the center hoop at the western end of the Quidditch pitch on Hogwarts' grounds. He swiveled his head and tossed a challenging grin at him.

Draco growled, leaned down on his broom and sped across the pitch in pursuit.

Gossamer gold wings, moving fast ahead of them, held their attention. Harry leaned into the summer breeze, intent on his goal. Get the Snitch before Draco. Their surroundings had held their focus only briefly after arrival. The white marble tomb glistened; however, it did not garner their attention.

Harry reached his hand forward, anticipation flying in his gut. He chewed his lip in concentration.

Draco growled once more and body shoved him. "No way, Potter."

Harry, clasping the handle of his broom, dove. With a tight spin, he went into the Wronski Feint, headed for the ground. Draco remained hot on his broom tail.

They skimmed the ground in unison and pulled their brooms up together, aimed for the sky. Draco apparently caught sight of the Snitch once more. He made a beeline for the Slytherin side of the pitch.

Harry raced after him, flying faster than he had ever flown before. The wind through his hair gave him a heightened sense of freedom. Draco's back in front of him was like a beacon. The muscles in his face relaxed despite his inner urge to surge forward in hot pursuit. Draco was awesome from this angle. Never mind. He was awesome from any angle. It was a good thing this wasn't a real match—distraction rattled him. Harry gave his head a fierce shake and took off. He caught up with Draco, pulling up to his right.

Draco smirked and leaned for the golden orb.

Harry grunted from his solar plexus and raised his elbow sharply. Contact with Draco sent a thrill to his heart. He knew Draco felt it.

Draco roared and shoved back. Knees bumping and shoulders colliding, neither would give up the chase.

The Snitch danced away.

Harry laughed, sending the sound through the summer air across the empty stands.

Draco, annoyance registered on his face, reached forward and grabbed Harry's robe front. With ferocious aggression, he pulled Harry forward, nearly unseating him from his broom. Lips collided as the mood of the game changed. Two tongues danced eagerly, ecstatic at their reunion.

Harry pulled away, breathless. He pushed his forehead against Draco's as he tried to catch his breath. "The Snitch," he murmured, voice laced with hunger.

Draco bit him. "You can buy a new…"

Harry tongued his voice to silence. They glided to the green grass of the pitch, lip-locked, dropping onto its lusciousness when within falling distance. Harry grunted when they landed and rolled, hands flashing in fast movements. He wanted to feel Draco's porcelain skin. Ah, there it was. He stilled. Smoothness against his palm brought him into the moment. Harry rested above Draco, eyes locked, allowing the scent of their mingled bodies to wash over him. Movement resumed when he found Draco's nip beneath his questing fingers, he moaned as the sensual feel of its puckered skin sent lightening to his cock. He rocked his hips, expressing his need with simple movement.

Draco smirked beneath him. With a sudden upheaval, they began to roll and wrestle for dominance. Grunts and moans, interspersed with curses filled the pitch. Draco came out on top, the victor.

Harry groaned, reaching up. "Draco…"

"What, Potter…?"

Harry ran his fingers through Draco's silky hair. He didn't want to talk. Instead, he clasped tightly and pulled Draco down to him while arching up, encouraging hands to explore him. Clothing began to land in the grass. The feel of green blades teased his back. He saw only the azure blue sky above him as Draco journeyed down his chest leaving gifts of tingles and shag tags in the wake of his delectable mouth. Harry groaned in need as Draco's fingers attacked his jeans to rid himself of any obstructions. He entwined his fingers within Draco's nimbus again and tightened his hold. Carnivorous delight swirled in his gut when cool moisture surrounded his erection. He thrust, calling out when his cockhead met the back of Draco's throat.

Draco's tongue spiraled around Harry, stirring feral need to the surface. Draco pulled away with a pop and a lick.

A summer breeze moved over him tantalizing, yet bringing the realization of Draco's absence. "Ahhh…." Harry yelled opening his eyes, seeking Draco.

"I'm here…" Draco ravaged his neck as he brought their hardness into contact.

Harry hissed through his teeth, the feel of Draco's skin on his frenulum, heated his need to heightened frenzy. With a heartrending cry, he thrust upward pushing them both deeply into passion's dance.

The force of Draco's passion consumed them.

Harry came back from bliss with realization that Draco's weight had shifted up and away. He forced his eyes open. Draco's smile was…it took his breath away, astounding him. Draco's laugh tickled across his chest and seemed to spiral until it landed within his heart. With deliberate slowness, he raised his hand and pushed eager fingers through Draco's silky hair. "You're a mess."

Draco merely leaned down and kissed him. "That…"

"Humm…" Harry breathed, nibbling on lips swelling from heated shagging.

Draco nipped him. "That," he paused to lick Harry's pulse point, "was the culmination of five years of Quidditch battles on the pitch and…"

Laughter started in Harry's stomach and began to shake its way up and out.

Draco joined him. "And neither one of us caught the Snitch. Best damn battle to date—"

Harry pulled Draco down, taking his lower lip between his teeth. He pressed slightly, pulling a growl out of Draco. With a quick flicking tease of his tongue Harry, released him. "You're such a romantic."

Draco shoved. "Gagh, Potter. You're such a Gryffindor."

"Yeah, and you're a romantic Slytherin. Who knew?" Harry's singsong voice teased while he pulled his tee over his head and smoothed the soft cotton down. A shot of glee went through him as he continued, "My birthday present and who could forget…Sexy Tiger Incarnate—Nobody's Kink (but) Slytherin Prince's."

Draco swirled his robes out around himself and settled them on his shoulders. "That just means I'm a pervy Slytherin, Potter," he said, reaching down for his Nimbus 2001. It shrunk to fit in the palm of his hand and he deposited it within an inside pocket.

Harry snickered, leering at Draco, he said, "Come on. Take my hand, we're late."

"I'm not your bitch, Potter."

Laughter bubbled up once more, stepping forward, Harry grabbed Draco's robe front. He pulled him hard, stopping just shy of contact with his mouth. "It's a good thing, too, because I'm not interested in having one. I want you." He pushed ahead into a lip-lock as they spun around.

They landed on a hillside, stumbling and laughing. Harry rolled and came to a stop at a pair of feet booted in black leather. He looked up and stood with one swift movement unable to wipe the merriment from his countenance.

"Bloody hell, Harry," Draco gasped. "We're not supposed to be able to Apparate from Hogwarts."

Harry shook his head and brushed his robes free of leaves. "We didn't. Hey, Ghillie."

Ghillie Dhu stood before them, black brow arched so high it distorted his forehead. It was obvious he observed their dishevelment. "I don't even want to know."

Draco smirked and motioned to the circle of trees at the foot of the hill. "Shouldn't we get started?"

Harry began walking, however, over his shoulder he threw out the comment, "I told you that you look a mess." Smugness felt wonderful as Draco's glare burned his back. He lifted his shoulder, confident there would be no retaliation—yet. Oh yeah, the devious Slytherin would stew—to absolute pervy perfection. Harry wondered which it would be, tied to his bed or… Ah, the possibilities.

Darkness smothered her. Even the sky above wore no glimmer of its usual sparkles. Narcissa, known for being cool, sometimes to the point of icy, made her way through the empty streets to her clandestine meeting place. She was positive her message had come to her straight from Draco, although the thought of that horrible bird had stricken her with dread. He had insisted on staying until morning when the skies had cleared away the night's atmosphere to reveal the burned broom and pool house.

A dog barked, bringing her progress to a sudden halt. She gripped her wand beneath her cloak and tried to see into the black before her. Narcissa held her breath, thinking she would hear better without its intrusion. There it was, footsteps moving with unsteadiness. She slid back into deeper cover and watched the path she had just taken. Someone was coming and whoever it was, was not attempting to do so quietly.

The dog barked again, this time in a series of short staccato yips. Narcissa chewed her lip, a new habit since Severus' death, and pulled her hood further over her face. This was insane. Why didn't she just Stupefy them and continue on her journey? The scent of whiskey traveling on the night air assaulted her nostrils. She shuddered, crinkled her nose in defense, and then with deliberation, pulled her wand out.

A man wearing layers of rags with the appearance of old robes stepped out of a black pool of shadow and began to walk the street. He stumbled, singing low as he fidgeted with his clothing. "Ka say ra, say ra…" he hiccupped and the belched, perfuming the air more strongly with Ogden's Firewhiskey.

Narcissa narrowed her eyes, the muscles around them contracting in their effort to see. There, just inside the man's wrist she could make out the end of a wand. A feral anger rose within her, unsurpassed by the majority of life's trials. Now, she was sure. She would know that brand of whiskey anywhere. Wormtail. She stepped away from the wall sheltering her, raised her wand and whispered, "Stupefy."

Wormtail collapsed in a puff of whiskey riddled air.

Narcissa glanced around, surveying her surroundings. Wormtail's dull thud at landing in the street broke the new silence for only a moment. The dog spoke no more. She transfigured Wormtail into a stone, after which she placed a locking charm on him. He would not be going anywhere. Narcissa put the stone in her pocket, turned and made her way to Number 9. She entered and locked the door, making sure to secure it with a charm only a Malfoy could breach. Once in place, she heaved a sigh of relief. She would have to wait the thirty minutes until midnight—noon-at-night, and then perhaps she would have answers to her questions.

She walked the antechamber and entered the long passageway leading to the back of the church. Narcissa felt a secret smile grow deep within her. To the Muggles, this old church, St. Mary Magdalene's, was an old ruin. When tourists journeyed here from all over the world, they saw glassless gothic arched windows framing the Wiltshire, England countryside. Not so, for Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Since his early years, Draco had loved playing among these ruins, pretending to be a wizard knight of old. When he came home for his thirteenth summer from Hogwarts, they had begun to secretly turn it into a place of sanctuary—Nemeton.

The door to their main chamber blocked her path. "Ferocitis," she said in an undertone of reverence. The door clicked and swung open. Satisfaction filled her with the thought of bad sense taking refuge in an old cathedral. Within moments, a cozy fire blossomed in the marble fireplace. She began going through her bag, pulling out a snack and some tea. She set water in a kettle to boil and made herself comfortable in a wingchair before the fire, nibbling on a biscuit. The taste and feel of the treat in her mouth brought memories of laughter and happiness to the forefront. She stared into the flames dancing before her, ignoring the steam coming from the kettle's spout. The crackling of the logs became white noise around the edges of her mind. As though in an act of instinct, her hand journeyed across her stomach and paused there in protection.

"Hehem…"

Narcissa gasped sharply, the inhale causing pain as she scrambled to her feet. Her wand, pointed at the intruder, gave her little solace. How did this person get in? "Who are you?" Her querulous voice reverberated from the stones around them, raking her spine with unease.

From beneath a shroud of darkness, a voice interrupted her fear. "What do you seek?"

Narcissa's chin came up in defiance, her breathing still unsteady, she pulled her brows together. She wanted to give the impression of strength. A person can frown threateningly…

""You upset her, Harry.""

Harry stepped forward. He pushed for an answer. "What do you seek?"

Narcissa heard something to her right. She faced the sound and saw a large snake slithering across the stone floor, its undulating body making its way to her. She stepped back, knowing now that her fear was more than obvious.

Harry pointed his father's wand at her heart. "Answer the question."

"Ne—Nemeton."

"Green is the color of…?"

Narcissa realized this person was checking her identity. Despite the fact that fear still rattled her, there was nothing else she could do at this point. "FireEater." She jumped back when another snake moved out of the stranger's robe and up around his hooded neck.

""You need to set her mind at ease, Harry.""

""No,"" Harry hissed in Parseltongue.

Narcissa gasped, clutching her wand, she waited for death. In her mind, the Dark Lord's red eyes loomed across her vision.

Harry moved closer.

""Harry.""

""We need to be sure, Draco."" Rigid before her, he asked, "Your mark and its location."

She felt as though the world was falling around her shoulders. Parseltongue, the language of the Dark Lord, had the sound of a curse in the place that was supposed to be her sanctuary. And how did he know about…

"Is there some reason you make me wait…?"

""Harry, it's time to transfigure me.""

""Not yet,"" he snapped, stepping closer.

A log broke in the fire, falling with a sparking groan. Narcissa jumped even as she wished the fire could consume her.

Harry made a growling noise in his throat. "Waiting…"

"A—a rosebud." She raised her fingers to her chest and tapped over her heartbeat.

Harry reached up and allowed the snake to slither onto his hand.

Narcissa watched with trepidation as the stranger placed his small snake on the floor. She was sure it was poisonous—her blood hurt just thinking about it. A soft incantation teased her ears, and then her heart did a somersault. Draco morphed before her eyes. Happiness flooded her. Then she had a return to fear when the large snake transformed into a tall—elf? "Draco?" Her son stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"It's okay, mum." He turned to the elf. "Mum, this is Ghillie Dhu. We call him Gil."

Ghillie gave her a regal bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, madam."

Narcissa inclined her head at his formality. "Likewise." Her gaze returned to the stranger, still shrouded in secrecy. The vision of her son's fine porcelain hands cut across the black cloak and reached up to the hood. He whispered something inaudible to whoever was undercover. The stranger's hands moved up, making contact with Draco's. She noticed a strange scar across the back of one hand and then her eyes rose to meet sharp emeralds glistening in the firelight—embellished by a lightening bolt scar above. A vice-like grip grabbed her and squeezed.

"Mum, this is Harry Potter."

Her throat constricted. "Hel—lo."

"Good morning, Mrs. Malfoy."

Narcissa bit the inside of her cheek at the cool sound of her name. "Why are you here?" She sent her eyes to Draco's, searching.

"Later, mum. I'll tell you later. Right now, we need to leave. Gil will take your hand so that we can get to our destination. I'm going with Harry."

A nervous qualm journeyed down her spine. "Draco, what do you mean? I thought…"

"You can't stay here, mum. Ghillie can take you through the wards—I can't. That's why I have to travel with Harry. We haven't had a chance to change them yet."

"Will you at least tell me where we are going?"

Draco gave her a reassuring smile. "Sure. Godric's Hollow."

The muscles in her forehead contracted once again. Before she knew it, Ghillie Dhu had seized her hand, and then a spiral of air carried them."

"You shouldn't have been so hard on her."

"We're at war, Draco. I had to be sure. After all, she's at Godric's Hollow now." Harry paused and studied their surroundings. "Nice. When did you do this?"

Draco, in the process of packing his mother's things, fought his irritation and lifted a shoulder. "Over several summers. We need to go." He put the fire out and reset the door's ward after passing through it. They would walk to the outer grounds before wind-riding to Godric's Hollow because the outer door needed resealing. Draco listened to the sound of their nearly inaudible footsteps on the stones. Worry for his mother clouded his judgment. He growled, expressing a release and preparation for battle with Harry. "Harry—"

"Stupefy!" Red light followed the sound of the voice.

Harry's body thrust him against a stone wall. He gasped at the impact and stared past Harry into the darkness. "Who?"

"Come on," Harry hissed. He pulled Draco into an alcove and before he knew it, he was FireEater and thinking gratitude in spades to his cousin Tonks who had placed a Glamour charm on him that made him look like Ron Weasley to everyone except his mother and Harry—of course. Inside Harry's pocket, his heart raced at top speed. He squirmed and then yelled when Harry stepped through the door to face off with three Death Eaters. ""Harry, I want to help—""

""No,"" he hissed low, not wanting to use Parseltongue loud enough for others to hear. "Levicorpus!"

The Death Eater hanging upside down yelled to his friends.

Harry growled, and then with coolness, he said lowly, "Sectum—"

""Harry!""

"sempra."

Screams erupted outside of Draco's sanctuary in Harry's pocket. He began shaking as waves of memory washed over him of painful cutting and subsequent bleeding. Harry's hand rested reassuring over him. Draco closed his eyes hoping fervently that they would get away. He couldn't believe Harry would use that curse again. The screams faded as he felt the rush of wind that signaled the journey to Godric's Hollow. ""Harry…""

"Where's Draco? What happened, Potter?" Narcissa's voice cut to the quick.

""Harry…let me out.""

Harry released an audible sigh and pulled Draco from his pocket. "We ran into some Death Eaters," he replied coolly, placing Draco on the floor.

Draco morphed in the midst of yelling, "Are you crazy? I can't believe you used that curse—"

Harry stood ramrod straight. "I had to. They were closing in on us!" he roared, nose to nose with Draco by now.

Their voices collided in mid air. "Harry!"

"Draco!"

"BOTH OF YOU CALM DOWN!" Ghillie's voice, although loud, remained calm.

Draco swiveled his head to face Ghillie even as he thought, later, Potter. "First, he wouldn't let me help. Then he used—"

"I already said they were closing in, Draco." Harry took a deep breath and stepped back. "Surely you don't expect me to play nice against someone who wants to kill us. It's a damn good thing they didn't see you."

Draco felt his tension boil over. "Argh! Just because you think—"

Harry bristled. "That's right. I think—"

"Would somebody please tell me what is going on?"

Harry froze.

Draco pulled up stiff. "Um…mum…"

Ghillie cleared his throat. "Mrs. Malfoy, Draco is under a glamour charm. As a result, no one knows he is who he is. He looks like Ron Weasley to anyone outside of Harry's circle. It has been a complicated setup and Harry most likely didn't want to put it to the test."

Draco released and angry growl. "I could've helped."

Harry shook his head. "It was too risky."

Narcissa Malfoy looked from her son to Harry Potter. She stared at him long moments, and then returned her scrutiny to Draco. "Why are you with Harry Potter and his circle?" She frowned, waiting for an answer.

Draco remained silent. His throat constricted, and then he said, "I'm with Harry because after they killed Sev, I knew it was only a matter of time and I'd be next. I went to Harry. He's been sheltering me."

Harry cleared his throat.

Narcissa turned her attention to him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And just why would you do that? Everyone knows the two of you don't get on."

Ghillie made a choking, laughing sort of noise.

Harry glared at him.

"Well, that's all then." Ghillie turned to Narcissa and gave her a regal bow. "It was a pleasure to meet you, madam. I believe I will take my leave. Family business…well, you know. Good evening."

Narcissa's blonde brow arched and she nodded politely. "Good evening."

They watched him exit the drawing room, his shoulders shaking silently with laughter.

"Draco…" Narcissa turned a stern face to Draco. "I think it is time you told me what is going on."

Draco pulled his lower lip between his teeth. "It's like I said…"

"Draco."

Draco jumped at her stern tone. Harry, however, crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back on the desk. "This otta be good," he said, smirking at Draco.

Draco felt a dagger of annoyance jab at him. No, it wasn't a dagger—it was a bloody sword. He sent his fiercest sneer to Harry and cleared his throat. Then switching gears very fast, he said humbly, "Hehem…well, mum." He sighed in frustration under the intensity of her glare. Damn you, Harry… "Mother, will you stop with the Black glare? Have a seat. Be comfortable."

Narcissa stood, stubbornly refusing to sit. "I am waiting, Draco." It was obvious that she was ignoring Harry's presence.

"I was…I was sure they'd kill me. Guess, I did a Slytherin thing and looked after my own skin."

"Draco, why Harry Potter?" She moved her glare to Harry. "Perhaps, Mr. Potter, you would give us some privacy. This is a family matter after all, like your friend, the elf, said."

"Mum…don't."

Narcissa refused to back down. "Well?" She tipped her head toward the door.

"MumHarryisfamily…" Draco felt a different sensation as she turned to him. The action occurred in slow motion—as though to prolong the agony. He pushed his hair away from his face and spoke slower. "Harry is family. He's my mate. We are mated…"

Silence shrouded the room with heaviness.

Harry stepped away from the desk. "Draco, perhaps you should take her up to her room. You can talk there in privacy."

"Harry, no…" Draco didn't understand the clenching in his gut. "Stay…" he whispered, trying to keep the pleading from his voice. "You have a right to be…"

Harry gave him a smile. "It's alright, Draco. It's late—almost one o'clock. Take her upstairs. We can talk in the morning." Harry raised his hand and touched his cheek. Draco chewed his lip and nodded. He watched as Harry gave Narcissa a smile. "Goodnight, ma'am. If you need anything, just call for Dobby. He'll get whatever you want." He turned to leave.

Draco paused and then reached to pull Harry to him. He planted his lips on Harry's. "Later…" he whispered.

"Sure."

Draco inclined his head. He licked his lip as he watched Harry's arse disappear up the stairs. Combustible…fucking combustible…damn hot…

Narcissa's voice cut through his thoughts. "Draco…"

Draco braced himself mentally and tried to pull his emotions. This was no time to let living with a Gryffindor rub off on him. He turned on his heel. "Mum, I would've told you if you had given me time to do it properly."

"Properly? What about your betrothal? What about your family? What about—"

"Me."

Narcissa stopped, her eyes locked with his.

"Mum, what about me? What about what I want from life? This…" Draco pulled his eyes away from hers and looked around the room. "This is where I belong. You do realize where you are…right?"

Narcissa finally sat down. After releasing a sigh of exasperation, she looked around. The room, decorated moderately, was done with taste. Above the mantle was a portrait of James and Lily Potter. Harry sat on James' lap, smiling down at her. She brushed a nonexistent piece of lint from her robe and shook her head. "This wasn't meant to be, Draco. You are only seventeen."

Draco snorted. "Seventeen? I've been betrothed to Pansy since I was five. That's 12 years I lived with the manipulations of others. This is where I belong. This is my life now. We are going to find the rest of Volde—"

Narcissa gasped, fear evident on her face.

"You know, mum, he can't hear us. It's just a name."

"Draco, you have been taught better than this. Potter—"

"Call him Harry."

Narcissa frowned. "You can't be serious about all of this…"

"I am. Come on. I'll take you up to your room. Harry's right, we'll talk in the morning."

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