Please Note: This fic's rating is M/R. It's SLASH of course. ANs and Disclaimer are below.
""snaketalk"" Parseltongue
"Shut Up & Kiss Me"
by; imLittleLily
Rat a la Talc
In the midst of passion, Harry hissed through his teeth, his head clashed with the brick wall behind him. The pain from contact journeyed down his spine to meet exquisite pleasure. Warm breath across his abdomen elicited a growl. He clasped his fingers in blond silk and pulled. "Fuck," he said in plain old English.
Draco, preoccupied, laughed around him, sending vibrations, intensifying his feral desire. The wall across from him wavered in his vision. He couldn't speak Parseltongue—not unless he wanted other wizards to know he was there. Under a glamour charm, they didn't want the residents of Hogsmeade to take notice of their presence. That simple fact didn't stop Draco from pulling him into an alley and assaulting—he groaned and clenched tighter. Draco's tongue strokes brought exquisite fire to the surface.
He thrust, sensing he was close. Movement only added to his sense of urgency. With a final growl, he allowed his orgasm to carry him. His breath rasping, he moaned when Draco found his neck, and nibbled. "Get you later," he breathed between kisses.
Teeth settling in his earlobe, Draco murmured, "Bet you will…"
A noise on the other side of the alley pulled his attention away from Draco. A witch stepped out the back door of a shop and froze, staring at them. He shook with laughter, whispering, "Your foray into alley sex just became a spectator sport."
Draco pulled away with a smirk. "'Bout time. Come on, we're late."
He snorted and shoved Draco away playfully.
Hogsmeade's streets lacked the usual hustle and bustle of many students today. Harry stepped closer to the sidewalk edge trying to avoid an overly large wizard.
"Who are you?"
Harry pulled in a silent breath and faced the Minister. "Phineas Black, why?" Draco, next to him, stiffened and raked the Minister for Magic with narrowed eyes.
"Never heard of you." Scrimgeour pulled himself up tightly and eyed their close proximity. "Who's your friend?"
Draco stepped closer to Harry and snuggled. "You promised we'd go to Gladrags, lovey. Who's this holding us up?" He stuck his lower lip out when Harry worked to hold his laughter in.
"I don't know exactly." Harry smirked and shrugged. Draco's hand slipped into his coat. He squirmed when fingers found flesh under his jumper. A laugh bubbled up although he turned it into a cough. "You've seen his picture in the Prophet. I suppose it's the Minister, but I'm not sure."
Draco huffed. "Come on…"
Scrimgeour shook his head in obvious distaste.
Draco responded by leaning in and blowing in Harry's ear.
"Phineas Black, huh?" The Minister eyed him. "Name's familiar now I think on it, but I don't recall having ever met you before."
He shrugged. "That's because I've been out of the country and only back on holiday. If you'll excuse us, I did promise Snitch we'd go to Gladrags." A growl erupted from Draco because Harry firmly removed his hand from his belt. "Let's go." He pulled Draco toward the Three Broomsticks. "Stop that."
Instead of ceasing his action, Draco leaned closer and caressed him through his jeans. "It must be the Muggle leather coat. You are so delectable today. And besides," he said squeezing, "you're ready again."
Heat blazed through his blood. In a fast movement, he grabbed the front of Draco's matching leather coat and pulled him roughly into the next alley. "Yeah, I am. But we're out of time. You really need to—" He stopped speaking to plunge his tongue into warm moisture. The heat rose higher and tighter. "Already…late…" he groaned, and then stroked Draco's neck in a long moist move that sent shivers of need through them both.
Under his hands, the feel of laughter shook through Draco. "Phineas Black?" He smirked against Harry and then sent his tongue to play along his jaw. With raging heartbeats, they snogged lustfully for several minutes until Harry finally pulled away in need of breath.
"Man's thick as an oak door. It'll take him a week to figure it out." He placed his forehead against Draco's, breathing in his scent. "We really have to go. They'll be worried."
"Yeah well, don't forget, you owe me." Tongues danced once more in a final taste before responsibilities overwhelmed their world.
Silence blanketed them when they opened the door to the Three Broomsticks. Harry grunted after stopping inside the door—Draco rear-ended him. Humm… Even with his history of people staring at him, he felt the fearful curiosity of the Hogwarts students eyeing them with suspicion.
"Told you," Draco hissed from behind. He shrugged and made his way to the bar.
Madame Rosmerta looked them over. Acceptance radiating from her eyes, she said, "Be right with you." She finished with another customer and approached with a welcoming smile.
"We couldn't have gotten away with impersonating a student, Snitch. That's why this is best." Harry referred to their disguises of being twenty-something wizards. He took a seat and sent a serendipitous glance around at the other occupants. His eyes flashed over heads; until he met Ron's where he was seated in the back corner. He nodded recognition and turned to place his order.
The sensation of watchful eyes gradually faded as the occupants of the pub lost interest in them. Harry lifted his firewhiskey to his lips and took a sip. Music began to blare from the wizarding wireless. He frowned and stood, making his way to the back booth where Hermione and Ron sat. "Weasley."
"Black…" Ron's face moved to Draco and he smirked.
An answering smirk passed between them. In his mind, Harry allowed a sense of relief to pass over him and slid into the booth. After settling in his seat comfortably, he motioned with his hand and whispered a soft incantation, giving them privacy.
"Do you really think that's necessary?"
"Yes, 'Mione. It's necessary," Harry replied, nodding to emphasis his point. "How are you doing?"
She sighed and shook her head. "Everything has been quiet. After the last Death Eater attack at Dovetown, no one wanted to come to Hogsmeade this weekend. Some of the professors actually scheduled other activities for students."
Draco rolled his eyes, and then turned to study the few students in the pub. After several minutes, he reached into an inner pocket and took a wrapped package out. "This is for McGonagall. She's expecting it. We couldn't risk…"
"Sending it owl post." Ron finished for him, sliding it into his robes.
"Ron, this is serious," Harry said with insistence. "We need you to take that directly to her. Dumbledore will let us know the results of the test."
"I am taking it serious, Black. It's Snitch's outfit that is so not serious." He smirked at Draco's green silk shirt and leather pants.
Sterling eyes rolled in annoyance. "Go ahead Weasel…"
Harry cleared his throat roughly. Everyone snickered. It came out sounding like a former professor's.
"'Mione," Harry said. "This box isn't another memory. This time, it's information we've collected from some of the books from the Potter Vault. We are also did some tests at home. Dumbledore wanted this information for contacts within the Ministry."
She nodded. "Is everyone else fine? I mean…?"
Harry turned to Draco. "Shall I tell them?"
He snorted. "Everyone is fine."
A grin burst forth that Harry couldn't control. "Snitch has a new baby sister."
Ron choked on his butterbeer, sputtering golden liquid across the table.
"Eugh! Weasley!" Draco jumped up, trying to avoid the onslaught. His actions proved fruitless. He waved his hand, ridding his shirt of offensive moisture.
"That's not the best part…"
Snitch growled and glared.
Laughter and a wink was the only consolation prize Harry gave Draco. "Guess who the daddy is?"
Hermione and Ron looked at them, bewilderment on their faces.
Leaning across the table, Harry said though more laughter, "The Half-Blood Prince."
"Bloody Hell!" Weasley red wore shock of great magnitude.
Draco cuffed him on the ear. In retaliation, he grabbed cool leather and plunged his tongue into Draco's mouth.
"Eugh! Git a room!"
Draco pushed Quidditch Through the Ages away and eyed Ghillie across the table.
"Our spies tell me, Wormtail has disappeared." Ghillie Dhu pushed his chair back and tipped a bottle of butterbeer, emptying it.
"What do you mean, disappeared?" Harry frowned, glancing between him and Ghillie.
Draco shrugged and returned his attention to the dark elf.
"Completely gone," Ghillie said. "Hasn't been seen since the night we picked up Mrs. Malfoy." He swiveled his head arching a brow at her. "Some think he saw who attacked the Death Eaters and fled in fear. That's the opinion of several of Voldemort's minions. Others think the vigilantes got to him, too." He gave Harry a look that said, 'What are you not telling?'
In that instant, Mari Rose decided to scream.
Narcissa said, "Hush love," and began rocking her. Nothing appeased her agitation.
Harry stood and began pacing before the fireplace. "If I had killed him, I wouldn't be looking for him, Ghillie. You should know that."
"Gotta admit, I wondered if you were keeping that one under your hat." Ghillie shook his head. "It's an unsolved mystery to everyone."
Mari Rose wailed.
Harry pushed his hand through his hair, glanced at Draco and moved his gaze to the crying baby. His eyes narrowed.
The fire crackled in the fireplace, adding to Narcissa's fussing and fidgeting. Mari, usually so quiet, flailed amidst nervous attention.
"What's wrong with her?"
Narcissa patted the tiny back and cuddled her. Her eyes met Harry's briefly and then dropped.
"Mum?"
Narcissa flinched. A tiny fist hit her cheek.
Shaking his head, Draco stood and approached. He reached for his baby sister and took her flailing body into a tight embrace. She quieted, staring up at him from black eyes. His heart squeezed.
Harry cleared his throat at the shared sensation.
"Hey, little flower, what's wrong?" Draco smiled and ran his finger down her wet cheek. "She's quiet now, mum—" He stopped speaking. Narcissa chewed her lip nervously. "Mum?"
A quiet shake of the head was the only response, and then Narcissa rose from her seat. "There's something else I wanted to tell you…" She fidgeted.
A qualm shot through Draco at witnessing such uncharacteristic behavior. He swallowed, attempting to push his budding nervousness down. "Tell me what?"
She sighed and smoothed the front of her robes. "I think it will be best to show, rather than tell."
Mari Rose whimpered when his grip tightened. He watched his mum leave the room without a backward glance. "Shh," he whispered.
She gurgled up at him.
He smiled and caressed black hair, running his finger along soft brows and down her button nose.
"Babies don't have hook noses," Harry jested.
Draco snorted. "Hopefully, she'll have the Black nose. We carry them so well. She's beautiful."
Harry laughed.
"Draco?"
Everyone looked up to see Narcissa standing in the arch to the outer hall. She clutched something tightly against her, eyes focused on her children.
Draco quirked a brow, his eyes dropping to the silver box. "What is it, mum?"
She entered, walking in a stilted gait. Once at the table, she placed the sterling object on the shiny oak surface, although fingers still held it protectively. After stress filled moments, she sighed. "At first, I wasn't going to tell anyone."
Ghillie Dhu approached, black brows furrowed.
"I figured… Well, I admit I was surprised you were with Harry Potter."
Harry made a gaffing noise.
Draco frowned at him, and then returned his gaze to the box. "What does this have to do with Wormtail?"
Lower lip between her teeth, Narcissa said nothing. Her fingers tapped the box nervously. "I was being followed that night." Her breath juddered from her lungs. Mari Rose responded to her mother's duress with a whimper.
"Shh…" Draco bounced her, adjusting for comfort. "Okay. Wormtail followed you. We didn't see him anywhere."
"That's because…" She released a magnanimous sigh and twisted the lily and grapevine embellished top off. "I transfigured him into a rock."
Gasps of laughter erupted around the room. Four heads bent over the box.
"Well, well, Wormtail, how's it hanging mate?" Ghillie Dhu asked, laughter bubbling up.
Harry stared at Wormtail, the urge to kill just under the surface of his skin. He pushed the feeling and thought away. "Like being a rock?" He quipped, gazing at the emancipated man, eyes ringed with red above a watery nose.
A piffling sneeze popped from Wormtail.
"No response?" Harry raised his hand.
Wormtail whimpered, glancing around at the small room they were sequestered in.
"There's no way out," Harry said, smugly. "Draco and Moony are on the other side of that two way mirror. You remember your old buddy Moony, don't you?"
Inarticulate sounds erupted. Wormtail shivered, staring at his silvery reflection.
Harry snapped his fingers while thinking, judder.
Sudden quick movements from Wormtail forced out a yell of fear from the rat-like wizard. Still he refused to speak. Arms and legs collided with the table, knocking it away.
"Immobulus." Oak legs locked to the floor. "Where are Voldemort's Horcruxes?" Harry asked, changing tactics.
Jerking motion stayed Wormtail's speech. "Wh…?"
Harry snapped his fingers again.
Red-rimmed eyes grew round in astonishment with the jinx's effect ended. "How did you… learn that… jinx?" Wormtail's voice shook from disuse and fear.
Harry shrugged. "Mum's Book of Shadows. Do I need to ask again?"
"What are you talking about?"
A reflexive snort rose. "You trying to convince me, you know nothing about Voldemort's Horcruxes?"
Wormtail frowned, shaking his head in bewilderment. "Horcrux? Why would he need your tainted blood if he had—"
"Crucio!"
Screams erupted. Wormtail writhed on the floor, body riddled with the curse's power. Harry held his father's wand, ruthless determination journeying down his arm to its focusing energy. Pounding shook the silver glass. Harry ignored it, years of pent up anger fisting around his heart.
Blood seeped from Wormtail's nose and ears. Hands flailed at invisible horror.
Harry pulled the wand up.
Gasping sobs of painful relief echoed. Harry stood over Wormtail grinding his teeth. "I thought I was saving that for Bellatrix. Guess I was wrong. You should know, in the Shrieking Shack—that was your last instance of mercy. Much has changed since that day."
Wormtail tried to sit. He failed, his arms giving way. A dull thud rattled the glass when he landed.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Harry guided him to the chair and bound Wormtail in an upright position. "You will tell me about Voldemort's Horcruxes. You know he needed my blood to weaken the protections from mum. Don't lie to me again. Don't disrespect her memory—" He waved his father's wand menacingly.
"He will never fully die!" Wormtail sneered at him. "You are a fool to think you can kill him. You are a mere boy in comparison."
Harry shrugged. "I was a baby the first time. Now he has a formidable enemy. Murdering my parents feeds my resolve." He leaned forward. "Dumbledore destroyed one Horcrux. I know the location of another—Voldemort cannot get to it anymore." He laughed harshly. "Protected by the Malfoy family tree. The others, I will find and destroy. With or without your help," he said, raking his gaze over the decrepit wizard.
A sudden cacophony of sneezes pushed from Wormtail.
"Mrs. Malfoy says you are allergic to her talc. Since you refuse to co-operate, then back you go. But first…" Harry waved James' wand. The sterling silver hand attached to Wormtail's arm melted, pooling on the table.
Wormtail roared, clutching the stump.
Another whispered incantation and a silver dagger pendant, an earring and hidden robe brooch appeared on the table. Harry smirked. "Nice silver jewelry?"
Wormtail snarled and lunged.
He landed, reverted to stone form and bounced across the oak tabletop, stopping in front of Harry. Deft fingers returned him to the sterling silver talc box. "Well, at least you still have silver around you."
"Were you trying to drive him insane?" Draco pulled his shirt over his head, not really expecting an answer.
"Do you care?" Harry growled under his breath.
"I heard that," Draco said, tossing his shirt into the dirty clothes bin. "Why are you growling at me? I only ask because if you did, drive him insane, we wouldn't get any information out of him."
"I didn't lose my cool," Harry insisted. "I knew what I was doing. I eased up on the curse. Just because he couldn't tell that, doesn't mean—"
"Harry, that's not the point. It still could've pushed him over the edge."
Harry shook his head and opened the window. Picaro glided in carrying a note.
Draco sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes. He knew Harry would share the contents of this latest missive from Voldemort. After several moments of silence, he asked, "Well, what's the old snake say?"
Harry stood, clutching the parchment, anger radiating from him. "My move. Wait and see. Who will you sacrifice this time?"
"Huh?"
Harry pushed his hand through his hair. "I think he's referring to the chess game when we went after the Philosopher's Stone. He has to know Ron sacrificed himself. Wormtail probably told him. Damn rat. Well, Voldemort's in for a shock. I'm not sacrificing anyone this time, no matter what he has planned."
"You sacrificed Weasley?" He felt torn between admiration and blatant surprise that Harry, a Gryffindor would do that. It seemed a Slytherin action.
Harry ripped the bed covers back and shook his head. "I didn't sacrifice Ron. He did it himself. I just accepted his move."
"How very Gryffindor of him," he said, sarcasm edging his tongue.
Harry bristled visibly. "Draco, are you looking for a fight?"
"No," Draco replied. "I just think we need to work on him some more. Get all the information possible. I mean, obviously he was closer to Voldemort than you thought. He did tell him about the map and its passwords, after all."
Harry rubbed his fingers over his scar roughly. "After seeing all the silver on him, I think he told Voldemort to get even after what happened in the Shrieking Shack. Revenge in his rat's mind. At least now we won't have to worry about that problem."
Draco nodded, his eyes scanning Harry. He felt hesitant in his desire due to the stress of the day.
"I'm okay," Harry said, returning his look.
He lay back, lacing his fingers to cradle his head. "I wasn't sure." His breathing paused when Harry approached. Questing fingers answered any questions he left unsaid. He moaned when lips added to the mixture.
"I said I owed you one."
Moist tongue swirled around him. He cried out when Harry took him fully and allowed the sensations of pleasure to wash over him. Hazy indulgence amidst soft silky sheets carried him. Sharp nibbles combined with insistent fingers sent him flying on the wings of bliss…
Hi Everyone. Thanks for taking the time to review. I love hearing from everyone. As always, review responses are in the order received. LL
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