Title: Speak to me

Setting: Seventh Year, Hogwarts

Rating: R- Slash, violence?

Disclaimer: Don't own HP

Summary: Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. But his victory had major consequences. One being the fact that Harry has totally shut himself away from any contact with anyone. No one can help. No one, that is, except a certain Slytherin enemy. (Slash HP/DM!)

Authors Notes: Aw! You guys are so sweet. That icky writers block is still there, but since you guys reviewed so much and gave me such great feed back, boosting my confidence in writing, I forced myself to write this chapter. Only, it's been flowing nicely since the romance has blossomed and I can get onto writing it. I think i'm a lot better at romance, considering i'm a hopeless romantic!

P.S Thanks Redfox13 for all of your reviews. You're awesome! Oh, and don't worry about the almost-kiss. I'm sure you'll be seeing real ones in the near future ;)

Chapter Nine: Longing

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It seemed as if eternity had gone by as Draco searched the endless emerald pools hungrilly, his hand softly laced with Harry's. He listened to the boys soft breathing, watched the way his chest rose slightly then fell back down. His eyes followed the boy's pale arm to where his hand was gripped, feeling soft fingers move hesitantly under the gentle touch.

Neither dared to move, not wanting to ruin the bliss they had created. Draco could hear his own breathing match with Harry's as he swallowed uneasily, not being able to place the emotions that ran through his chest, paining him. But, the funny thing was it was a pain he welcomed. A pain that only died down when Harry would smile at him, look in his eyes or touch him.

It was a pain that only Harry could produce within him, and a pain that only Harry could relieve.

His face nearing Draco's, Harry blinked. Draco watched his eyelashes flutter and bit his lip, a feeling so overwhelming taking over his body. His free hand gently cupped Harry's flushed cheeks and he felt his breathing quicken, his chest thudding loud enough, he was sure Harry could hear.

It was as if they were frozen, Draco's face inches from Harry's, A milky hand cupping a rosey cheek. Soft breaths escaped both lips, the only sign they weren't a statue.

Finally, Draco leaned in, just slightly, nervously, fearfully... longingly. His forhead grazed Harry's and he closed his silver orbs, feeling his pain either intensify or die down immensly. It was hard to tell. He was afriad, afriad of something he wanted badly. What would happen if Harry remembered... Remembered everything...

Harry would hate him. No... Harry would despise him.

Draco's eyes slowly opened when he felt soft lips touch his own. Their lips were still, just skimming across eachother. It wasn't a kiss, not really. Just a warm, tender caress... Something beyond a kiss, something intimate and delicate.

Harry's mouth opened, his eyes closed. He let his warm breath trail down Draco's soft lips as he exhaled, and the blonde closed his eyes as well, feeling Harry's free hand trail towards his cheek where he let it land ontop of his own, slowly entangling their fingers together, his lips closing again, moving against Draco's like velvet.

Gingerly, Draco clumsily let his lips move against Harry's, feeling the other boy move closer, his body pressed up against the blonde's. He could feel heat travel from Harry's flushed cheeks, pleasantly burning his skin. Lazily, he trailed his and Harry's entwined fingers across Harry's heated face, his lips pushing themselves against Harry's, causing the boy to make a soft sound deep inside his throat.

They were close. So close Draco could feel Harry's soft eyelashes flicker against his flesh, tickling him sweetly. He felt the other boy's lips softly brush his own, their forheads bumping together gracefully.

With a soft sound of longing, Draco let his lips slip off Harry's landing neatly at his chin. His eyes were shut loosley, his warm breath flowing across Harry's glowing face.

Then with a soft, broken voice, Harry let his lips softly kiss Draco's nose before whispering,

"Draco."

And Draco never thought his name ever sounded so beautiful.

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A/N: Oh my gosh. I'm terribly sorry! This chapter is even smaller than the last... I wish I had added it to the other one...And, it's pointless, yet manditory. And also, I know you guys are going to hate me for ending it so soon, because even I expected it to be longer, but it just ended so perfectly I didn't want to add more to it when the most fitting ending was right there. This chapter is just a whole bunch of mush, I know. And I know it's just so short, and It's probably one of the shortest chapter's i've ever written. The next one will be a lot longer, I promise you!

Also, this mush is supposed to keep you satisfied for a few chapters. I know, I love H/D romance as much as you, but the thing is, this story is supposed to be bags of angst and drama, as horrible as it sounds. It will have a lot more fluff in the future, but soon Harry will retrieve his memory and, well... You'll see. (Just expect angst.)

Come on, you would have never reached this chapter if you didn't love angst as much as me.

But don't worry. By the end of the story, you'll have all your fluff needs satisfied, 'cause I hate ending my stories depressingly.

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