Memories Part 3

"I'm home," called a voice from the front door. Draco got up from the couch and walked to the door where Harry was pulling off his coat. A grin spread across Draco's face as he grabbed Harry from behind. One hand made its way under the white button down shirt, moving upwards to encircle a nipple while the other hand trailed down a thin hip and slid to stroke the inside of Harry's left thigh. "Welcome home," Draco whispered in Harry's left ear.

"Draco," sighed Harry, who tugged and succeeded in pulling Draco's arms from him. He turned around to meet Draco's cool grey eyes. "I'm too tired to be attacked almost as soon as I walk in the door. Besides, I had a long day and since I'll have more work to do tomorrow I need a long night of sleep, something that doesn't include you pounding into me all night long."

"This is what? The third night you've stayed late and now you want to stay late tomorrow too?" said Draco, anger beginning to show in his voice.

"Please don't start-"

"And you even gave up last weekend for a case that was what? A child's prank? I thought Aurors work on harder cases than that," Draco sighed, releasing his tension and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

"I'm sorry," Harry said with sincerity. Draco reached out and Harry fell against his chest and Draco wrapped his long arms around Harry.

"No, don't apologize. I know it's not your fault. I'm just frustrated. Go relax on the couch, I'll find something easy to make for dinner." Draco pressed his lips to the top of Harry's head.

"Thank you," said Harry as Draco pulled away and headed to the kitchen.

The next night, Draco waited until the early hours of morning until the front door opened to allow his lover entrance into their home. Like the night before, Harry brushed Draco off and again the night was quiet. Their life fell into a routine, Harry coming home late and Draco, whose job composes of creating self-defense spells, was usually home waiting for the night Harry might be in the mood for something. It was two weeks later before Draco finally had enough.

"Another," he called to the bartender as he slammed the shot down on the counter. Draco decided that if Harry was going to stay out late then he might as well too. It was completely fair in his mind.

"I'll buy your next round," said a voice that sounded like honey, smooth and just like honey, stuck in his head.

That was the first night that Draco woke up next to someone who wasn't Harry and at the time, he doubted it would be the last.

Stumbling through the front door, Draco was welcomed to an empty house, save for the brown owl resting on the back of a chair. Crushed in the grip of its left talons was a letter which Draco grabbed and read. It was a quick note from Harry saying that he was going to spend the night at work and he hoped he would be able to see Draco sometime the next day. Another few seconds were spent looking at the letter before he crushed the paper even more than it already was and threw it without even looking or caring where it landed. Draco ran his fingers through his blond hair and sighed. Better get some sleep, he thought before trudging up the stairs and into the cold bedroom that awaited him.

Draco smiled at the man sitting next to him at the bar. It felt good to be going out, knowing how busy Harry had been. Draco shook his head trying to clear his thoughts of Harry. He wouldn't let those thoughts of his lover ruin a good night in the town. If Harry was going to be too busy to even pay attention to him then he was just going to find someone else he could have fun with.

"Hey, you look a little stressed, how 'bout a drink, on me?" asked the guy. Draco gave him a devilish grin and the guy called for two drinks. Two soon became four and four became ten. Both were feeling the alcohol when Draco asked if they could go somewhere to have a little fun. The man agreed.

He woke up in the hotel bed, sheets tangled with his legs and a massive headache pounding on his mind. His partner was nowhere to be seen and the clock said 2 a.m. Draco stretched out before sitting up and looking for his clothes. A note on the nightstand probably had the other man's name and number but Draco didn't bother looking at it before shoving it into the pocket on his jacket. After finding his wand, Draco Apparated back to the house hoping Harry was asleep.

Draco opened the front door and stepped in, closing it behind him. The house was dark and silent and he headed down to the kitchen to find a bottle of water. Clicking the light switch on the left, the light revealed something made Draco regret his earlier decision.

The small table that they usually ate at was set up for a nice dinner. Two long candles sat in the middle with a vase containing a red rose between them. A clean white table cloth was placed and two plates were set on opposite sides. Wine glasses were there to hold the red wine which was still in the cooler and overall it looked like it would have been a very romantic dinner. The only thing wrong with the picture was a box of tissues sat on one end with a couple of used pieces laid crinkled up next to it. Draco had a sudden wave of guilt wash over him at the thought that Harry was crying over him while he was out shagging some random guy. It was the first time that he regretted having one of his one night stands, and there were quite a few in the past few weeks.

He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs into the bedroom where he found more wadded up tissues next to the bed where Harry was curled up asleep. Draco pressed a small kiss against his warm, tear-stained cheek and then pulled back. Harry stirred a little before opening his eyes and reaching to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.

"Draco?" he asked, sleep slurring his words. "You're finally home," he said and then smiled before reaching out and pulling Draco into a hug. "You smell like alcohol," Harry said while wrinkling his nose. Another sniff and his eyes widened. "Alcohol and cologne? This isn't your cologne, or mine for that matter. There's something else too that I can't name." He took another breath not letting Draco pull out of his grasp. Harry's eyes widened a second time before the red rimmed eyes filled with tears as he pulled open the note he found in Draco's pocket.

"'Had a fun night Draco. Meet me sometime and we could have some more fun and I'll pay you back for the hotel room. Seth.' Draco, who is Seth?"

"Nobody. Just some guy I met at the bar," said Draco trying to cover the impossible. He wished he threw away the note instead of putting it in his pocket.

"Did you and him...?" A tear rolled down Harry's face before he tore the blankets off of him and walked to the wardrobe to pull out a change of clothes.

"Harry, it's not like that. Sure we did it but it didn't mean anything."

"Don't you dare try to reason with me! I knew you were cheating on me! I just knew it but I told myself that I was over reacting, that you wouldn't do that to me. Guess I was wrong." Draco rushed over and pulled Harry into his arms.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just you never had any time for me lately and when you did you were too tired to have sex or anything. So I went out to find someone who would." Harry pulled away from him arms and crossed to the other side of the room.

"So this is my fault? I couldn't give you what you wanted so you went out to find someone who would? Is that all I am to you anymore? Just a... a sex toy? I thought we loved each other, was that a lie? Was everything a lie just so you could have your fun?"

"Harry no!" shouted Draco rushing to Harry to comfort him and dry the tears that were running like waterfalls down his face.

"Don't come near me! Don't touch me!" he yelled when Draco finally got close. "Get out! Go! I can't stand to see your face anymore!" Harry shouted burying his head in his hands. Anger was slowly building in Draco and his muscles were tensing up, like a rubber band being pulled to tight. How could his lover say these sorts of things to him? He might have messed up but that was no reason for him not to ever want to see him again.

"Draco! Go and find another sex toy because I am not yours to play with!" The tight rubber band finally snapped. Draco surged forward and grabbed Harry's hands to pin above his head.

"You are mine. You will always be mine and I sure as heck won't leave," he shouted before smashing his lips against Harry's mouth. He forced his tongue in after a gasp from Harry. Harry awoke from the surprise and bit down hard on Draco's tongue, tasting the sharp, metallic taste of blood.

"You dare bite me?" sneered Draco as he pressed Harry harder into the wall, making him hit his head.

"Stop! Draco stop! You're hurting me!" Harry shouted but it was no use, Draco was impossible to get through to. He ground against Harry before pulling him from the wall and throwing him onto the bed. Harry rolled onto his stomach to try and scramble away but Draco straddled him before he could. Draco ripped the pajama shirt Harry was wearing and used that to tie his hands together.

"Draco, please stop," Harry pleaded, tears slid from his eyes as his pants were ripped down. His green eyes squeezed shut but just when he braced himself for the worst, Draco stopped. The grip on him had loosened and Harry opened his eyes to find Draco looking at his own hands in disbelief. The blond man suddenly untied Harry, climbed off him and practically ran out of the room.

Harry could hear the front door slam shut and he released the breath he never realized he was holding. Shakily he brought his hands up to cover his face as he cried out about what just happened and how cruel Draco really could be.

"Get out," said Harry in a voice that was so cold, Antarctica would be like the sun in comparison. Draco was sitting in the living room. The dark circles under his eyes were the only things that marred his pale white skin. The morning sunlight spilled over the room and each knew that the other had not slept at all the night before. Harry spent the night curled in a ball right where Draco had left him and Draco spent the night wandering the streets without a destination in mind. He had so many unanswered questions running through his head, the main ones being how could he have possibly turned into such a monster, and how could he earn Harry's forgiveness.

"Harry, I know this probably won't mean much to you but I feel terrible and I'm so sorry about what I did." There was a moment of silence before he looked up to face Harry, whose face was impossible to read. Draco stood and moved away from the chair, offering it to Harry who took the offer and sat down.

"I will forgive you," a sigh of relief escaped his lips at his lover's words, "but I never want to see your face again." Draco fell a few steps back hitting the wall. His chest constricted to the point that breathing was impossible and his heart was ripping to pieces at the words.

Draco recovered from his memory only to hear a knock at the door. He rushed to open it, even if it was just Pansy standing on the other side.

"Draco," began the figure at the door, "you look like crap."

Author's note: Yes I know that this is a little extreme. I truly know because I was practically crying as I wrote what was happening to Harry. I'll say this now to all the people who actually read this far, that everything is going to change and there will be new pieces to the puzzle which will all be placed together later. Probably in chapter five, which will likely be the last chapter unless I feel I need to extend it. Whoever wants it to drag out longer, please review or PM me and I'll consider it. I am so glad I was able to post this chapter today! So sorry I couldn't do it earlier! I'm such an idiot! I'm really sorry!