Of Butterflies in a Hurricane

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"You cheated!"

"I did not!" Harry laughed as he soared over the pitch-black Quidditch field. Draco hovered on his broom, only a few feet away, an indignantly annoyed look on his face.

"Then what do you call it?" he asked snidely.

Harry pretended to think as he soared down and touched down softly on the ground. He was joined moments later by Draco, who had his hands on his hips and was awaiting his explanation. Harry smirked at him and walked closer, but Draco backed away.

"Nu-uh," he said, very ineloquently. "Admit you cheated."

"Well, I would never cheat," Harry said innocently. "That’s a Slytherin's job, isn't it?"

"You know damn well you're not pure Gryffindor. Wouldn't be seeing me if you were," Draco replied, a knowing smirk now dawning on his face.

"Well," Harry said thoughtfully, moving closer to Draco once more, "I suppose that's true."

A possessive grin came onto Harry’s face as he launched himself at Draco, knocking him to the ground. Draco struggled, but only half-heartedly.

Harry used his knees and hips to pin Draco to the ground. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Draco then moved in and breathed in deeply.

Draco sighed contentedly and shut his eyes. He felt Harry's lip brush against his neck softly, his tongue dipping out to taste him tentatively.

"You're so beautiful," Harry whispered in Draco's ear, causing goose bumps to erupt down Draco's body.

He shivered at Harry's words and smirked. "I know," he replied cockily. He heard Harry's deep chuckle in his ear and felt Harry's hot tongue running over the shell of it.

"So modest, too," Harry whispered, pulling Draco's ear lobe into his mouth with his teeth.

Draco could already feel the blood rushing to his member as Harry's tongue flicked his ear lobe. He let go of the lobe, scraping his teeth along Draco's jaw bone, following up with his soothing tongue.

Draco's moan reverberated through Harry's body, sending tingles down his spine and blood to his already hard erection. He removed a hand from the ground and shoved it roughly underneath Draco's shirt, grazing against the pale skin. Draco's body arched into the touch and Harry continued to bathe his neck in kisses and nips.

Harry could feel Draco's erection pressing into his thigh rather uncomfortably. He shifted his body, causing their erections to meet in a fiery jolt. They pressed together perfectly, sending tongues of fire licking over Harry's body. He gave a sharp gasp and listened as Draco moaned ecstatically.

He gave Draco's neck one last nip before pressing kissed up his jaw to come down possessively on Draco's mouth. Harry thrust his tongue into Draco's hot mouth, not waiting for an invitation. Draco responded eagerly, his tongue mimicking all Harry's movement. They came together in a sliding dance, melding together in the hot caverns of Draco's mouth.

Draco's hand came up to tangle in Harry's hair, gripping it tightly as the kiss continued in its fervor. Harry began grinding his hips against Draco's, rutting him harder against the ground.

"Fuck, Harry!" Draco gasped, breaking the kiss momentarily as Harry ground harder into him.

Harry ignored the outburst, pressing hot kisses all down Draco's neck while Draco struggled to regain his breath.

When he had, he pulled Harry up into another soul-stealing kiss. It was hard, possessive, and hungry. They devoured each other in the still night air, a light breeze blowing down the pitch.

Draco's hands tore at Harry's shirt, tugging it over his head, forcing him to break the kiss, but only for a second. Once it was off and tossed away, Harry captured Draco's lips once more; a bruising kiss. Harry's teeth pulled on Draco's lower lip, loving the low moan he was given in response.

Draco's hands were on Harry's pants now, tugging them down over his hips, but he seemed to be having difficulty. Finally, Draco groped for his wand, unwilling to break the kiss, and spelled them off.

Harry's hands pushed themselves under Draco's shirt, pushing it up to his chin. One hand circled Draco's nipples teasingly, his fingers twisting them alternately. Finally, Harry pulled away from the kiss, tearing off Draco's shirt and throwing it away.

He gave Draco a hard kiss then moved down his body, licking and nibbling at the pale flesh. Draco's body arched upward, brushing his now excruciatingly hard member against Harry's, reminding them that they were, in fact, teenage boys and could only hold on so long.

"Harry, hurry--up--" Draco panted.

"Don't be so impatient," Harry murmured in a husky voice against Draco's navel. He flicked out his tongue as a reprimand then slid his hands lower, down to Draco's pants.

His fingers ran teasingly around the waist of Draco’s jeans, and he grinned slyly up at him.

Draco glared down at his blatant teasing. "Get on with it, Potter!" he ordered him, reverting to Harry's last name in his annoyance.

Harry just grinned and gave a mighty tug, pulling Draco down a little, but the jeans came off, sliding over his slim hips and to the ground. Harry shoved them away, moving back up Draco's body, sure to graze his hands over every inch of skin, knowing it would drive the blond crazy.

By the time Harry made it even with Draco's face, he was writhing underneath him, cursing Harry and begging him to hurry up at the same time. Harry lowered his body, grinding himself into Draco; now only a thin layer of cloth separated them. Draco threw his head back and groaned loudly.

Harry reached down with one hand and shoved it underneath Draco's boxers, stroking him roughly. Using his thumb, he spread the pre-cum over Draco's cock as he pumped the shaft a few times.

Draco spit out a few well-known obscenities as Harry continued to stroke him. Harry finally decided he'd had enough, though, and yanked Draco's boxers down and away. He pulled off his own with a little less finesse and tossed them away.

He looked around for his wand, but, since it was nowhere to be found, he grabbed up Draco's instead. He muttered a few spells and Draco's back arched entirely off the ground as he felt Harry insert a slick finger into his body.

Harry pressed the finger in deeper, thrusting it in softly, stretching Draco. He added a second finger just to be sure the scissored the two. Harry quickly removed them, no longer able to contain his arousal that was straining for release.

He grabbed Draco's hips and pulled them flush against his own, positioning the leaking head of his erection at Draco's entrance. Draco's legs were thrown up against Harry's shoulders as Harry pushed himself through the tight ring of muscles and into Draco's body. Harry clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as Draco's muscles squeezed around his cock as he drove himself further in.

He took a minute once he was fully sheathed within the tight, hot body to get his bearings. It wasn't until Draco shifted in absolute torture that he began to move.

"Harry-- fuck!" he cursed. "You better fucking--ah--move right now!"

Harry heeded his warnings and pulled out of his body, only to slam right back in, Draco's muscles engulfing his cock with every new thrust. Draco's hips slammed up to meet Harry's in a mating of heat.

Harry pounded into Draco's willing body, passion surrounding them as the thrusts became more erratic and fevered. Harry leaned forward and captured Draco's lips in a fiery kiss. It was broken when Harry gave a particularly forceful thrust, shooting a jolt of electricity through Draco.

"Fuck, Harry, right there! Don't stop!" Draco cried, losing all sense of reasoning.

Harry obeyed immediately, driving his cock as far as it would go into Draco's receptive body. Draco's muscles clenched around Harry's cock as he slammed in once more.

Draco's echoing cries could be heard over the pitch as he came hard all over Harry's chest. His head was thrown back as he gave a lingering cry. The sound of it shot through Harry, and he knew he couldn't hold on. He felt himself climaxing as he shot his load inside Draco. He gave a few last, reckless thrusts as his climax washed over him, leaving him feeling slightly drained, and yet energized all at the same time.

He collapsed next to Draco, rolling over onto his back and grinning stupidly up at the star-strewn sky. He heard Draco move beside him and felt a hand on his chest. He felt Draco nuzzle into his neck and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He pressed a soft kiss just below Harry's ear.

"You know, I kind of like this sneaking-out-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-fuck thing," Draco murmured into Harry's ear.

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes at the sky. "You would."

"I do."

"And you haven't told anyone, have you?"

"Fuck no!"

"Oh, good," Harry said. "Because if you do," Harry turned to Draco suddenly and his eyes glowed scarlet, "I will kill you."

Harry shot up, drenched in sweat and breathing as though he'd just run a mile. It took him a moment to realize where he was. All was dark and beside him he could make out two lumpy forms sleeping on the floor.

Outside, the sun was barely breaking, a tiny line of light coming over the horizon. Birds were chirping loudly and the drip of rainwater could be heard falling off the many trees.

Harry wiped the sweat off his face and stood up, trying to get the dream out of his mind. He walked to the window and set his hands on the ledge, looking out. The rain from the previous day had stopped. A low mist hung around the base of the trees, giving it an eerie feeling. A feeling of unease hung over Harry as he stood at the window.

As he turned away, he didn't see the shadow move in the bushes just beyond the edge of the path. He walked back into the living room and sat down at the table in the corner. He grabbed his bag and opened it up. He took out the Pensieve, first making sure that Ron and Hermione were still asleep.

He un-shrunk it and unsealed it. With another quick glance around, he prodded the top of the swirling memories. The memories spun for a moment, becoming a blur of silver, then slowed down to reveal a room that Harry was sure looked familiar.

He was on the verge of taking a closer look when he heard a noise from one of the sleeping figures. It appeared that Hermione was waking up. Harry quickly grabbed the Pensieve, the room disappearing into shimmering silver fog again, and sealed and shrunk it then stuffed it back into his bag.

Hermione yawned and stretched before sitting up. Her hair was as frizzy as ever, more so because of the rain from the day before. She got up, still yawning, and saw Harry at the table. She walked over and sat down next to him.

"'Morning, Harry," she greeted him softly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Er... sort of," Harry admitted.

Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. Harry knew she just thought he was having dreams of Dumbledore's death, but he wasn't. He couldn't tell her what he was really dreaming about. It would be too much a betrayal of her trust, plus she probably wouldn't believe him anyway, even with her intelligence level.

They were silent for a while, listening to Ron's snores. Hermione was gazing out the window, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. After a moment or two, she turned to Harry, her expression concerned.

"I don't think we should stay here, Harry," she said, in a low voice.

Harry looked around, too, then. Outside, the sun was rising faster, a gold gild streaming into the room and over where Ron still lay. The birds weren't as loud as Harry remembered. The same feeling of unease washed over him once more.

"Why not?" he asked her, also keeping his voice low.

"We're not safe here. There's something-- It just doesn't feel right," she whispered, shaking her head and looking out the window. Harry looked down at Ron, who was shifting, apparently waking up.

He sat up and yawned, stretching out his arms. He blinked tiredly and pushed himself up. He walked, swaying slightly, over to where Harry and Hermione sat in a tense silence.

"'Morning all! What are we--"

"Shh!" Hermione hissed, her eyes wide, and Ron stopped immediately.

"What?" he whispered, looking from Hermione to Harry. Harry looked tense, listening intently. By now, he knew when to trust Hermione's instincts.

Hermione swallowed thickly and glanced up at Ron, a fearful expression on her face. "I don't think we're alone," she whispered.

"What do you mean?" Ron's voice was now low and worried, his eyes darting around the room as if to find someone hidden in the shadows.

"I think we're being watched," she said quietly. Her eyes went once more to the window, and Harry now realized he could hear no birds.

He got up from the table slowly, his bag slung over his shoulder and his wand clutched tightly in his hand. Ron and Hermione also rose, both their hands gripping their wands. They both quickly retrieved their bags and backed up next to Harry.

Together, they stood by the table, unsure of what to do or what was happening. A kind of fear was gripping Harry's chest. This is it. It's officially begun.

Harry turned sharply as he heard a noise outside the window, like a twig breaking, much like Ron had done the day before, but, this time, Ron was right beside him and he knew it wasn't him.

All three visibly tensed at the sound, staring at the window. No one could be seen outside it. They moved closer together, though it was quite impossible. All of their heads turned as the doorknob rattled.

"Fuck," Harry breathed and Hermione elbowed him sharply in the ribs. They nearly jumped out of their skin as a shout came from outside.

"It's locked! Stand back, I'll blow it out! Go around the side, you idiots!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione backed against the wall, though they knew that was not the best idea. There came the noise of counting and an explosion as the front door shattered into a million shards of wood, flying all over the living room.

They covered their faces as the pieces came flying back at them. When they lowered them, through the dust and debris, they could see the outline of two people standing in the doorway, wands out.


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A/N: Okay, I'm tired of writing my French "novel" so I'm taking a break and updating this :) I need to hurry up if the real book is coming out in July... Maybe we'll kick this up to 2 updates a week? Maybe... Please review.