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Author's Note: The French phrase in this chapter comes from Babelfish. I don't know any French—I hope the translation is correct. If you are French or speak it and the translation is wrong—feel free to let me know. LL

"Shut Up & Kiss Me"
by; imLittleLily

September 1st: "La lumière de ma vie protège ma maison."

Harry lay snuggled within his blankets, eyes still closed. Somewhere between waking and slumber, he remembered that Sirius had visited him again in his dreams. He tried to focus on the voice in his mind… Toujours Pur…Harry, remember… Harry turned his face and wiggled his nose. Draco's hair tickled him. Still not ready to open his eyes, he breathed in the scent of expensive shampoo turned heavenly with the addition of Draco. The corner of his lip lifted. He slid his hand under the blankets in search of treasure. Ah, there it was.

Draco said, "Pfft," and rolled over, his arm crossing Harry's abdomen. His tongue came out, eased along Harry's earlobe, and then returned into its warm womb.

Harry released a breath of a sigh and decided he'd remember his dreams later. For now, he just wanted to relax. He tightened his hold on Draco's arse and slipped back into slumber.

Someone pounding on the door sent him into a frenzy of arms, blankets and Draco yelling. Somehow, Harry ended up on the floor with a bruised arse. He growled deep in his throat, jumped up and stalked to the door, yanking it open. "What!"

Ron, disheveled himself, barged in. "Do you know what time it is?"

Harry took a deep breath, released it and pulled his hand through his tangled hair. "Bloody hell, Ron. It's nine o'clock—what's going on with you?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "September 1st? Ring any bells?"

Harry wished his glare had the power to freeze or something—anything. He rubbed his now sore nether parts and hissed through his teeth. "Why are you yelling at me? I only have to get dressed. It's not like I'm going to be staying."

"You are going to the station then?"

Harry nodded, looking ruefully at Draco. He should have…oh well… "Give us some time, Ron. We'll be down…er—shortly."

Ron grunted and spun on his heel. At the door, he turned back with a smirk. "Don't be long…" he wagged his brows.

Draco threw a pillow at his offensive face. "Bloody, Weasel."

Harry's hand reached for his wand on the nightstand. He promptly sealed the door and pounced on Draco.

"Ahhh!" Intense wrestling commenced. Draco smirked and flipped them. "You were all over me earlier," he breathed in Harry's ear. "Feeling me up…" his tongue tickled along Harry's jaw.

Harry's voracious invitation came forth in the form of a guttural groan and he tilted his head, giving Draco access. Through punctuated gasps, he hissed, "Drac—"

Draco stopped his speech. Covering his mouth with the lithe fingers of one hand, he freed Harry from his boxers with the other, and began rocking his hips. Draco joined their cocks in a flash of ecstatic tight-fisted joining.

Harry succumbed to Draco's aggressive moves, allowing the sensations of their friction to sweep him through the clouds. He bucked and arched, colliding in perfect rhythm while biting tasty fingers, then he sought Draco's lips.

Draco growled savagely, avoiding Harry's mouth, he nibbled and sucked, leaving shag tags all along Harry's neck and shoulder.

Harry shivered in response to Draco's intensity. He reciprocated with his own bites. The speed of their dance increased as pressure built. Draco's airy gasps and moans were music to feed his driving need.

In a harsh rush of his breath, Harry called out, clasping his fingers in Draco's hair. "Drac!" His scream went into Draco's mouth, caught by his slick tongue. Harry then sucked in Draco's tongue with raw appetite as spasms of delight rocketed through him bringing forth stream after stream of warm juice, mingling their essence together. He couldn't catch his breath as he clasped Draco, scratching porcelain skin, seeking grounding. "Draco," he finally breathed.

Draco's face came up from his neck where he had retreated. Flushed from heated desire, he touched Harry's mouth with his own.

Harry, still trembling from orgasm, tried to shake his head. "What the fu—"

Draco silenced him again, ravishing his mouth with strong steady strokes. After many moments, Draco pulled away. "Good morning," he whispered.

Harry groaned, not ready to move yet.

"Harry, there you are." Hermione smiled at them when they entered the dining room twenty minutes later, all evidence of heady shagging charmed away. "Good morning, Draco."

Draco gave her a smile. "Good morning, Hermione. Are you ready?"

She nodded. "I'm so excited about the last year at Hogwarts." She frowned up at him. "Draco, are you sure?"

Draco pulled his chair out noisily and sat. "You know I can't go back, 'Mione."

Ron growled through his eggs.

Harry felt comfortable warmth spread through him at Draco's use of Hermione's nickname. Now if Ron…

Hermione shook her head sadly. "At least you'll be tutored. Then you can sit the tests with Harry next summer." She commenced finishing her breakfast in silence.

"Ron…"

Ron looked at Harry, cheeks full as a chipmunk's. "Yea?"

Harry placed a small package on the table and slid it across. "When you get to Hogwarts, give this to Professor McGonagall. She's expecting it; I didn't want to risk owling its contents. I've already shrunk it. Don't let anyone else have it. Got that?

Ron swallowed his eggs and reached for the small box. "Sure. Only give it to McGonagall."

"Right. After dinner, write out a list of people who didn't return. 'Mione is going to help with that. Hedwig will be waiting up in the dormitory for you to finish. She will bring it straight here. Oh…and Ron…"

"Huh?"

Harry ignored Draco's nudging foot under the table. "Try to refrain from wind-riding at Hogwarts. Ghillie says there is no way to work the wards to prevent it. We don't want the news getting out that the wards can be breached."

Ron's frown grew ferocious as Harry spoke. "You don't say anything to 'Mione but you do to me?"

Harry snorted. "Ron, who was under the invisibility cloak with me the most, you or 'Mione? If you get bored, disillusion yourself or use a notice-me-not charm and your feet or broom for traveling."

"Fine," Ron growled and stuffed a sausage into his mouth, glowering at Draco as if everything was his fault.

Platform 9 ¾ was unusually subdued when they passed through the barrier. Other students noticed them; however, only a few greeted them as they passed by. Harry helped Hermione settle Crookshanks and Pig on an upper shelf of the last compartment before stepping back off the Hogwarts Express. Feet back on the platform, Harry found himself engulfed in a tight hug. "'Mione, it's going to be okay."

She pulled away, shiny tears on her cheeks. "You've always been there, Harry."

Harry touched her wet face, sadness welling within. "I know. You need to finish so that you can go on to be Head of the Department of Mysteries."

Her sad smile broke through a wet veil.

"'Mione, I think it'll be okay. When you get there, you and Ron will be so busy, you won't miss—"

Hermione threw herself at Harry as Ron finally came down off the train. "You're wrong," she whispered into his neck. Harry tightened his hold on her, looking at Ron over her shoulder. Ron's cheeks bore markings of wet streaks, too. That's what took him so long, Harry thought as he gave Ron a nod.

Ron joined in the hug, apparently not caring what the staring adults around them thought.

""Bloody hell, it's getting tight in here.""

Harry pulled away, laughter mingling with his own sadness. He tapped the side of his leg next to his pocket to let Hermione and Ron know that Draco had said something.

The train's whistle blew, its voice heralding inevitable separation of family and friends. Harry struggled with his battling emotions of sadness at parting to anticipation for the plans laid out for the rest of his day. "Bye."

"Bye, Harry."

Ron pulled Hermione up the stair, his eyes going past Harry; he waved at someone behind him.

"Harry, why aren't you on the train?" Mrs. Weasley waved at Ron and Hermione, her expression a mixture of sadness and annoyance. The sounds of wheels beginning their journey cut possible conversation for a few minutes.

Harry watched the train pull away and gradually pick up speed. This was the first time he had seen it from the rear view angle. The vision of the train going around the bend in the track brought on strange sensations. "Good morning, Mrs. Weasley. I'm not returning to Hogwarts."

Mrs. Weasley's look of shock shook Harry to the core, forcing reality to the surface. "Um…didn't Ron tell you?"

"Well apparently not. He is so into his new idea of being a Medi-wizard for some Quidditch team that he doesn't fill me in on anything else." She eyed him closely. "Does Headmistress McGonagall know you aren't going back to Hogwarts?"

"Yes ma'am."

""Harry, we need to go…""

"Mrs. Weasley, I really need to go. I have an appointment."

"Oh, yes of course, Harry." They began walking to the barrier. "I guess I should go, too. Arthur is expecting me at the Ministry."

Harry smiled and raised his hand to wave goodbye. Tight arms and curly red hair surrounded him suddenly. He grunted.

""Bloody hell."" Draco squirmed in his pocket.

Mrs. Weasley jumped back, a startled yelp escaping her. "Harry!"

Harry laughed. "It's okay; it's just my pet snake, Mrs. Weasley."

""Pet?""

Harry shook with laugher and patted his pocket. "Wanna see?""

""Pet? Potter!""

Mrs. Weasley patted her chest as though to slow her heartbeat. "That won't be necessary, Harry. Well, I best be off." They stepped through the stone arch that served as a barrier to Platform 9 ¾. Harry headed to the nearest men's room and Mrs. Weasley turned left on her way to the Ministry of Magic.

""Pet? I'm gonna bite you for that, Potter.""

Harry laughed and pushed the door open to the men's bathroom. He grinned at a stranger who frowned at his good mood and stepped into a stall. "Time to go," he murmured when the outer door opened and the Muggle left. He spun and landed in a room he had never believed Harry Potter would stand in.

""Are we there yet?""

Harry snickered and pulled Draco out of his pocket, placed him on the rug, and whispered, "To be." He stepped back and looked around the Malfoy library. "Where do you think we should start?" He looked at Draco and realized that he was pale, even in the dim room. "What's wrong?"

Voices sounded on the other side of the closed door. Harry grabbed Draco and swept the invisibility cloak over them in one fluid motion. They vanished within its sheltering folds just as someone entered. Draco stiffened beneath his hand.

"Lumos… We've already gone through this place, Yax. Why do you think he'd return, anyway?"

"You can't believe he's just vanished, Tav. Somehow, he's getting support from his mother and now she's gone, too." The man, who Harry didn't know, began banging on the wall to the right of them, apparently looking for something. He pushed a Waterford glass figurine to the floor moving it out of his way. The crash of breaking lead crystal echoed from the books around them.

Draco began to move forward, anger on his face.

Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and made contact with his eyes. He gave a slight shake of his head and blinked.

Draco nodded. With slow deliberation, he turned and faced the other Death Eater who was making short order of slashing the window hangings. Together, Harry and Draco murmured, "Stupefy." The Death Eaters crumpled to the floor. Draco growled angrily and made to throw the cloak off. Harry shook his head vigorously and pointed silently at the door.

Draco rolled his eyes, whispered an incantation, securing the door against non–Malfoy intruders. "Bloody hell, I should kill them."

Harry sighed as he rolled the invisibility cloak up and tucked it into his pocket. "We've talked about this, Draco. No more killing. Actually, I wasn't trying to kill, you know."

Draco kicked the unknown Death Eater, who apparently went by the name Yax, in the ribs. For extra measure, he did it again, this time the action brought forth the sound of breaking ribs in accompaniment. "Hah."

"Who are these guys?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

"You don't know all the other Death Eaters?"

"No, Voldemort was recruiting like a fiend. You'd think he'd go slower, you know, be cautious." His sterling eyes came around, locking with Harry's, blond brows high on his forehead.

Harry felt his brows arch on their on volition, and then he surveyed their surroundings. "Where do you suppose he put it?"

"Well, knowing that gnarly little ass, Kreacher, there's no telling and this place is large."

"Do you suppose another house elf would know?"

Draco, his head buried in his father's desk drawer, muttered.

"Draco…"

"Huh? Oh sorry. No. Kreacher wouldn't share something like that. He'd want to be the supreme bearer of such secrets." Draco pulled a book out of a drawer he had to unlock with his wand. "Here's the book on Horcruxes I told you about. Stupefy, you stupid ass."

Harry, startled, turned to see one of the Death Eaters slide back into a stupor from Draco's spell. He knelt down, pulling his brows into a tight frown. "We should do something to make sure they don't wake. What do you think?"

"I don't know. Transfigure them…" Draco was now going through the books on a shelf to the right of the large oak desk.

Harry let out an exasperated breath. "Into what?" He frowned at the Death Eater, fingering his wand.

"A chamber pot, for all I care..."

Harry laughed and spiraled his wand. The man changed into a chess piece.

Draco made a derisive noise. "What if I have to go?"

Harry laughed. "Hold it." He transfigured the other Death Eater and conjured a small black bag, which he dropped the pieces into with relish. He sealed the bag and placed it in his pocket. Finally, having that situation under control, Harry began the slow and methodical search through the Malfoy Manor for Slytherin's locket and vessel of one of Voldemort's souls.

The library around him was done up in an antique masculine décor with heavy furnishings. Portraits hung in niches built into the walls otherwise lined with ceiling high bookcases. The smells of old parchment, leather and tobacco filled his senses. Harry moved along the eastern wall, past double dormer windows covered with heavy drapery, a window bench and a potted asphodel. He paused before a woven tapestry with the family tree on it, shaking his head. "This is similar to Sirius' family tree. Why do wizards display it for everyone to see?"

Draco picked up a carved cedar box and tried to open it. "It's a Pureblood thing, Potter. The proof is in the tapestry. Damn, I can't get this open. That means father has it locked for a reason. Wonder if mum…" Draco chewed his lip, made a mental decision and shrunk the box to pocket size. "I'll take it to her."

Harry moved on to skim over more book spines. Magick Moste Evile, Perfect Petrification thru Golden Eyes, Shadwe Creeturs of the Derke. Harry sighed. "This is insane. Shadwe Creeturs? The Derke? What the hell is that? Do you really think Kreacher hid it in here? Maybe he had a cupboard where he slept when he was visiting?"

Draco laughed as he pulled an oversized tome from a bottom shelf. "Shadwe Creeturs is Middle English spelling—well—close enough, anyway, for Shadow Creatures. You know, of the Dark? And no, Kreacher doesn't have a cupboard here. Hey, I never noticed that before."

Harry, thinking Draco was on to something important, felt a thrill. "What?"

Draco snickered, realizing what Harry thought; he smirked. "I mean, Kreacher and Creetur—Creature?"

"GAGH! Who cares? I wish we could find—"

"Harry…"

Shock shot through Harry. He spun his head around knowing that his wide-open eyes wouldn't find what they sought.

A bark resounded. "Toujours Pur…Harry, remember…"

Harry's heart paused at the same time his lungs pulled in a rush of air. He coughed and sat in a leather wingchair abruptly.

In three steps, Draco was before him. "Harry, what's wrong? Did you touch something you shouldn't ha—"

"Toujours Pur…"

Harry roared, "Dammit, I don't know what that is!"

Sirius' barking laughter echoed through Harry's mind.

"Harry! Who are you talking to?"

Fuck, that whole hearing voices thing again… Harry growled and stood. "Sirius, tell me what Toujours Pur is, now," he said to the room.

Draco's calm voice came to him in real time as Sirius laughed some more. "Always pure." Draco approached the tapestry with the Malfoy family tree embroidered upon it. His fingers came up and he pointed. "It's the Black family motto."

Harry saw it: Narcissa Black / Malfoy "Toujours Pur"

His head spun and Harry was sure that Sirius said, "'bout time, Harry, my boy…" He moved closer, eyeing the tapestry, trying to see if it were charmed or contained a rip. He reached forward—

"NO!" Draco stopped him just short of physical contact. "Don't touch it. You aren't a Pureblood."

Incredulity spread though him like wildfire. "What? So?"

Draco pushed his hand away further. "You'll become petrified if you touch it. It has a protection ward on it, Harry."

"Sirius didn't say—"

"Sirius wouldn't know," Draco said emphatically.

Harry growled and shook his head. "How are we going to get it then?"

"Only I can get it, or of course, mum." Draco leaned forward, wand drawn, studying the tapestry closely while chewing his bottom lip.

There was a sudden commotion at the sealed door as someone yelled and hammered on the oak with fists. Harry reached into his pocket for the invisibility cloak.

"No," Draco hissed low, "let's go."

"But—"

The pounding intensified.

Draco grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him close. They spun as Draco whispered two soft words.

They landed in another room. "Dammit, Draco we shoul—"

"Shhh!" Draco approached an oak door and opened it just a crack.

Harry looked around and realized they had landed in Draco's room. Surrounded by the Slytherin colors of green and silver made him feel strangely comfortable, surprising him. He approached a desk where parchments, books and an odd assortment of artifacts lay. In slow motion, he reached for a book, Quidditch Through the Ages. He sighed. Draco had so much in common with him and he had always refused to see it.

"They're gone." Draco closed the door softly. "We couldn't just leave. I wanted to be sure they left. Besides..."

"They just left without looking for the other guys?"

Draco gave him a beautiful smile. "I transfigured two pillows from the davenport before releasing the door. The other Death Eaters think something or someone in the library mysteriously drugged their friends. They ran."

Harry laughed, shaking his head. He reached forward and pulled Draco into a deep kiss. Draco moaned and melted into him, hands flashing in search of skin, expressing hungry desire. The feel of Draco so close brought urges up. He growled when Draco pulled away, Harry's lower lip clutched between white teeth. Harry sent his tongue chasing.

Draco growled and touched his forehead to Harry's. "Pet?" he breathed against longing lips.

Harry grabbed Draco's arse and pulled him tighter with roughness. "Yeah. Pet. I pet cha here." He massaged taunt muscles against his palm.

Draco groaned.

Enjoying the feel and sound, Harry allowed a smirk to pass over his face as he moved one hand around. "I pet you here…" He cupped Draco's balls gently.

Draco's lids dropped as he threw his head back, thrusting into Harry's hand, he released a sharp gasp.

Harry grabbed blond silk with his free hand and pulled. "And I pet you here…" He ravished Draco's mouth, plunging in with aggressive strokes.

Draco forced Harry back onto the bed. On impact, Harry groaned, taking in a sharp inhale, and then he pulled Draco roughly down and over. "You're mine…" he hissed just before claiming Draco's mouth again.

Draco stretched leisurely, showing his lithe form off to Harry. He smirked when he saw Harry's desire reignite.

Harry sent his fingers to tease nipples and sighed when the rosy nub hardened under his administrations. Draco's smile was like a beacon calling him home. He moved in with intent to plunder passion swelled lips once more.

Draco smirked against him and whispered, "We need to get back to work. Maxy."

Harry groaned and pulled away at the sound of a house elf popping into the sanctuary of Draco's room.

"Yes, Mister Draco."

Draco threw the covers back and stood unabashedly naked before his elf. "Hello, Maxy. I hope you've cleaned up after the Death Eaters who were here earlier."

"Yes, Mister Draco. Is dinnertime. Are you hungry?"

"Yes. That's the other reason I summoned you. Please lay everything out in the dining hall. Harry and I will be down in twenty minutes.

Maxy bowed and popped out.

Harry propped his head on his elbow. "He won't tell, will he?"

"No. House elves keep family secrets, Harry. I thought you knew that."

Harry shook his head and finally moved to get out of bed. Dressed and a quick grooming spell later, they started down to eat and finish their plans.

The dining hall, unlike the library with its heavy drapery covering the windows, was light and airy. The wall facing east was made entirely of windows through which Harry could look out upon a traditional English garden with walkways, hedges and late blooming flowers. He took a seat next to Draco and reached for a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

"Maxy, don't leave yet."

Harry paused in his pouring and set the pitcher down.

"Yes, Mister Draco?"

"How many times have the Death Eaters been here since I left?"

Maxy frowned, his large round eyes becoming slanted when his brows came down in the center. "Several," he answered with distain.

Harry was surprised at that.

Draco questioned it. "Why and what happened each time?"

Maxy bristled and stood as straight and tall as his small stature would allow. "They's looking for you. We house elves say don't know where you is. Three times, they damage and act like—"

Draco chewed his lip. "Act like what?"

Maxy's lip curled up in a surprising imitation of a Malfoy sneer. "Animals."

Draco glared as he sent his glance around the room, checking for damage.

"We fix each time, Mister Draco."

Satisfied, Draco gave him a curt nod. "Maxy, do you know who this is?" He indicated Harry.

Maxy stared at Harry. After long moments, he whispered, voice tinged with awe, "Harry Potter."

"Ah, so I can hear by the sound of your voice that you realize this is important."

Maxy nodded silently.

Draco leaned forward and down to be closer. "Maxy, after we finish eating, Harry is going to help me adjust the wards around Malfoy Manor. Those Death Eaters won't be able to return ever again."

Maxy's eyes grew rounder and he swiveled his head to stare at Harry again.

Harry smiled and gave him a nod at the question he thought he saw there.

Maxy's chest puffed out with pride and his lips split into an ear-wide grin.

Draco grinned at them both. "Maxy, you may tell the other house elves for me. Go on," he said, waving his hand toward the kitchens.

Maxy popped out to carry the good news.

"Just one more thing, Harry. Pass me the fresh asphodel leaf." Draco held out his gloved hand while Harry finished chopping the volatile plant's leaves.

Harry watched as Draco used a stainless steel bladed athame to push the chopped leaves off the cutting board into the bubbling cauldron. Draco stirred them in, circling nine times counter clock-wise with the glass stirring rod. He then dipped the snake carved stainless steel blade into boiling water three times. "Ready?" he asked brandishing the blade before Harry.

Harry lifted his hand and waited as Draco palmed his offering. Their eyes locked. Draco's tongue tip came out and licked his lip. Harry swallowed his rising emotions and dropped his eyes to his open palm where athame and skin met.

Draco's voice came through his thoughts clearly. "La lumière de ma vie protège ma maison."

Harry's blood began to flow into the cooling potion. "Draco?" he whispered, after several drops had fallen.

Draco pulled his hand up to his mouth and sucked the cut hungrily. "I said, 'the light of my life protects my home.'"

Harry's breath hitched. He moved his still bleeding hand to Draco's jaw, caressing his pulse point, mesmerized by the sight of his blood on Draco's porcelain skin over the steady beat.

Once the potion cooled, Harry and Draco applied it in a circle around the entire Malfoy Manor and surrounding grounds. It was close to midnight when they finally finished and reentered through the front door.

"Maxy." Draco paused, waiting for the elf.

"Yes, Mister Draco?"

"The ward is set. If you see screaming Death Eaters outside the ward boundaries, don't worry. It can't be breached and Harry and I will already know they are here."

Maxy bounced with glee.

Draco and Harry laughed. "We're leaving now, Maxy. I'll be back in a few days to check up on everything, okay?"

Maxy grinned and nodded. Even his pop out seemed to bounce.

Draco shook his head in amusement and reached for Harry. "Come on, let's go home."

A thrill passed through Harry. "Home?"

Draco pulled him close. "You're my home. I guess I mean Godric's Hollow," he murmured as they began their spin.

They landed in their bedchamber. "I thought I was the light of your life?" Harry allowed a smirk to pass over his features as he undid the fastenings on his robes.

Draco grinned and pulled him close, tonguing Harry thoroughly.

Harry released a sigh pulling Draco closer.

Knock…knock.

He groaned and pulled away reluctantly. "Hi Remus, come on in."

"Harry." Remus looked around the room. "Did you just get back?"

"Yeah. We got the wards reset around Malfoy Manor and we know where the locket is." Harry watched, surprised as Draco walked to the door, looked out, and then sealed it with a personal ward after closing it firmly.

"Draco?"

Draco turned to him, chewing on his lip. "I wasn't going to say anything to mum about the locket—just yet."

An uneasy qualm journeyed through Harry. "Why?"

"Well…I know she can't bring anyone through the wards here. Or, at Malfoy Manor now, for that matter. It's just that I think she's keeping secrets and I don't want to take a chance yet. I'd rather retrieve the locket and either move or destroy it before she knows too much about it."

Harry and Remus shared a look. "Okay, Draco. If that's how you want it."

"Yeah. That's what I want," he answered with a frown.

Harry sat on the end of the bed. "So you think we should leave it there for now?"

"Yes." Draco said, nodding. "No one can get to it, therefore, it is safely stashed away from any threat right now. We'll figure out how to get it out and destroy it later. I think we should begin trying to figure out where and what the next one is."

"Okay, but for now, I think I'm gonna call it a night. Goodnight, Remus."

"Goodnight, Harry…Draco."

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