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H
onesty's justa Word....Closing the door behind him Draco made his way to his room which was situated two doors from Harry's own room. The blonde opened his door and removed his shoes and shirt, throwing them to the floor and laying on the bed. He was still thinking about all that happened. Harry had no memory of himself or of anyone including him. And he had just kissed Harry.
'So now you call him Harry.'
His conscience asked. Ignoring it he moved to take his pants off so he only laid in boxers and moved the comforter so he was under it. Tomorrow he knew there Harry was going ask more questions but right now all he wanted to do was sleep.Harry had gotten out of the shower five minutes ago, in that time he had wrapped a towel over his waist, wiped the mist off the mirror... And stared at his reflection. Like a newborn baby getting use to his body he traced his scar with a finger and moved on to his eyes, nose, lips his whole face. It was an odd experience to get reacquainted with yourself but that's what Harry was doing, staring at the mirror.
A knock on the door interrupted his examination. Turning to the door he called out. "Yes?"
"It's Draco. Hurry and dress so that I can lead you to the dinning room." The slightly muffled voice called back and Harry heard his fading footsteps.
He dressed quickly with the clothes that had been left for him on a chair by his bed. When he left the bathroom he saw that Draco was on the bed waiting for him. Seeing him again brought back the kiss in vivid details. Blushing slightly he told the blonde that he was ready and Draco led him down the very same steps that he had run down only last night. Going through a door on their left took them into a grand room with a long table.
Harry sat down on Draco's left while he took the head spot. The raven-haired teen stared at his plate as if waiting for something.
"Go on eat." Draco said as he filled his own plate. Harry didn't say anything but nodded and filled his plate with toast, eggs, and pancakes.
They ate in silence, neither of them wanting to break it for neither of them wanted to bring up the questions they knew they soon would have to talk about. Debs came into the room with the newspaper and he handed it to the blonde who took it with a curt 'thank you', the house-elf bowed and left.
Draco picked up his glass as he read the headline of the Daily Prophet and spat the juice right out going into a coughing fit.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked alarmed.
Once he stopped coughing he nodded and told Harry he was fine that the juice had gone down the wrong way. He nodded but kept shooting him looks as if would start to cough again. Draco went back to the article. The headline read:
Boy-who-lived attacked at home
And
Missing
Harry Potter also known as the boy-who-lived was attacked late on Wednesday evening and is believed to be the work of You-know-Who and his deatheaters. Potter's family was found in the backyard tortured and dead, the house was burned to the ground but after a search of the remains it was concluded that Harry Potter was not in the house, and no where to be found in the area. A high quantity of dark magic was used in the house, mainly the unforgivables. Dumbledore and Aurors arrived after the horrible event took place. Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would not speak to us but was quoted saying that he would not stop the search of Harry Potter, dead or alive. Is the hope of the wizarding world captured by the dark lord or is he dead?
The article went on the tell of how many muggles had been questioned and put under memory charms. Draco turned his attention to the picture; it showed a picture of what he assumed was Harry's home, burning and the dark mark looming over head. So that's why Harry was bruised but that still didn't explain why he ended up in Draco's backyard or why he had no memory of himself.
"Draco!" The blonde turned to Harry who had been calling him for the last few minutes.
"Yes?"
"Finally, I've been calling you for awhile what's so interesting?" He nodded to the newspaper.
The last thing he wanted was for Harry to find out about the newspaper article, it would bring a whole new thing into the mix and he didn't want to give Harry up to Dumbledore yet so instead he folded the paper and put aside.
Looking at the boy who still was expecting an answer he said. "Nothing just Qudditch news."
"What's qudditch?" Draco shook his head; it was still weird to have Potter not know anything about anything and the words 'What's Quidditch?' coming out him did not sound right.
"Tell you later. Did you want to ask me something?"
Suddenly Harry became very edgy. "Um.. yeah.. it's just that yesterday-" He stopped and then started again. "Are we together?" He blushed.
"Together?" Draco echoed.
Harry nodded. "Yeah like a couple?" He asked turning redder by the second.
Draco opened his mouth to say 'no' but then stopped he didn't want Harry believing that they weren't 'together'. And why not use this to his advantage, he was still every bit a Slytherin and Harry was very beautiful. The more he looked at it, the more he liked the chance he had and the best thing was Harry didn't remember anything.
"Yes we were, well we are a couple." Draco gave a sad smile. "And it's breaking my heart that you can't remember me." He added for good measure.
It worked. Harry bowed his head and Draco saw him knit his brow into a frown as if concentrating hard, probably trying to remember him. But no such luck he couldn't remember anything with a sigh he lifted his gaze up to Draco's.
"I'm sorry I can't remember anything. How did I lose my memory?" He asked so pathetically that Draco's heart gave a guilty tug.
Draco didn't know what to say and the first thing that came out of his mind was the first thing out of his mouth. "Um... You tripped and fell down the stairs, hit your head really hard." He said effortlessly.
"Oh." Harry remained silent looking at his plate. Draco reached over and grabbed his hand making the gryffindor looked up with a small grin.
"Where are we?"
"In my country home in France. We always come here before going back to school, which will begin in about a month." Harry nodded accepting everything he was told.
They spent the rest of the morning in the sitting room, with Draco telling him of how they meet and how long they had been going together. The made-up story was that they both meet in first year but didn't really hit it off mostly because they were in different houses. But in third year things changed and at first they were friends, then boyfriends. Together for three years they were happy and problem free. Harry tried to ask about his other friends and family but Draco shied away from those areas.
Both took lunch outside and afterwards Draco took his ride as Harry watched a bit anxiously while Harry accepted that he was a wizard and there was magic he was a bit cautious to touch a flying broom. When it got dark outside both of them went inside where dinner was waiting for them. While they ate Harry asked a few questions about school and what they had learned but also about their 'relationship', so Draco had to think on his feet a lot and came up with a lot of lies. In the end Harry was happy and expected everything that Draco told him.
They were sitting in the family room when a loud noise caught both their attention, it sounded like loud gun fire coming from outside. Both Draco and Harry went to the window and were surprised to see fireworks flashing before them.
"Want a better look?" Draco turned to Harry nodded. He led them upstairs to one of the higher balcony's where they saw the firework show in a ray of colors.
"Where's it coming from?" Harry asked as he turned to Draco with a smile.
"There's a carnival in town or something I guess." He said watching a ball of red and green sparks lit up the sky.
The two of them stayed up there for another five minutes before heading back down, it was late and Harry plead sleepiness, Draco walked him back to his room and again they shared a kiss, this time Harry let him deepen it. Running his tongue over Harry's and tasting him was like nothing he experienced, regretting it when it ended .
"Goodnight." Harry's face was still very close to his and lips were mere inches away. Before the raven-haired boy could turn away Draco captured his lips in another heated kiss that lasted longer then the first.
"'Night Harry." He placed another quick kiss on Harry's already bruised lips.
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