A/N: Sorry for the wait, here's the next chapter!

WARNINGS: This is a slightly fluffy chapter…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own a thing.

Chapter 4

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The next morning Harry woke up embarrassed. He felt…funny… He had dreamt of Draco the night before… Well, dreaming was an understatement! They were…doing things in his dream… Very intimate things. He looked down between his legs his cheeks flaming. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom, turning the shower spray to freezing.

Who dreams of someone they hardly even knew?! Especially dreams like…like that.

He groaned. How embarrassing. Thank Merlin for separate rooms.

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After Harry had made himself decent, he decided he might as well make himself useful and attempted to prepare breakfast. He managed to make some scrambled eggs and toast before he felt exhausted. Who knew pregnancy could do that to you?

"I wonder if Draco wants to have breakfast?" He wondered aloud, he shrugged and headed to the different rooms, silently checking each one. Finally, he found the blonde's.

He was about to open the door, when he heard groaning from inside. His first thought was to help, what if Draco was hurt? Then he heard it. He gulped loudly.

"Oh Merlin…" Loud panting followed. "Uggh, Harry. Oh Fuck, oh babe…"

Harry turned bright red. It kind of made sense they are married after all, and Draco probably hadn't been…active with him as of late.

He scurried away as fast as he could with his little bulge in his tummy.

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Draco came down the stairs grinning. "Good morning, love." Harry blushed. It was unusual to be called such…endearing names, but he actually enjoyed it…especially from the gorgeous blonde's lips.

Harry smiled shyly and held out a plate to him. "I…made breakfast."

Draco smiled at him. "You didn't need to do that, I could have made us breakfast. I know this must have been tiring for you…you should be resting, kitten."

Harry had to smile a little more at that. "Kitten?" He questioned lightly.

Draco blushed a little. "Well, it's what I used to call you, because you used to purr a lot…and you got turned into a kitten once."

Harry giggled to himself quietly, Draco secretly melted inside at the noise. "It sounds like a perfectly fit name, did I ever call you anything?"

Draco nodded. "You used to call me Dragon a lot, because of my name. You even called me your puppy once." Draco seemed to drift off remembering.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Um…may I ask, what's the story behind that exactly?" He asked timidly, not wanting to pull Draco out of his cheerful daydream.

Draco grinned. "You can ask anything. Hmm, well, we were having a lunch out at the grounds of Hogwarts and we were…" He trailed off at this, trying to make gestures. Harry remained innocently clueless. Draco sighed in embarrassment and ducked his head. "We were…snogging. And, um…I growled, I suppose. Apparently I did that a lot, and since I always called you kitten, you decide to call me your puppy. Then I began growling and…licking you…"

Harry was bright red by now, and truth be told, he was starting to become a little…excited. Draco cleared his throat. "Yeah… I'll have to…you know, show you…" He realized the implications of his words and turned even redder. "I-I don't mean it like that…I'll like…show you the memory…"

Harry nodded and he could practically feel the red on his cheeks. "I'm…I'm going to be right back…" He scurried away as fast as he possibly could. It would not do to let Draco see how excited he got just from hearing one of their times together. "I'll never last!" He moaned into his pillow pitifully. "I'll jump him before I even love him again! How did I even manage before, let alone now?"

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Harry and Draco sat on opposite sides of the couch uncomfortably. Obviously embarrassed from earlier. Draco turned towards Harry suddenly. "Harry…do you want to…maybe go out on a date with me tonight…you know, after Hermione comes with the pensieve filled with old memories?"

Harry smiled shyly, glancing at Draco. "Um, okay. I'd love to." Draco grinned brightly, lapsing back into their old silence.

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Hermione burst into the fireplace shortly after lunch. "Harry! Draco!" She called into the house. "I have the pensieve!" She had shrunk it and was holding it carefully. Harry walked into the room tentatively. "Hi Hermione."

Hermione smiled. "Come on, why don't we go to the den, that way we'll be a little comfortable. This is going to take awhile to view all these memories."

Harry nodded, willing to do whatever it took. He wanted to at least know some of his life. "Well, I'm positive I got almost everyone. Maybe a few that don't live around her anymore, but obviously those ones wouldn't really matter. Now, I made sure to get only one of each memory, from the person who was with you throw most of the time. That way we won't have to go throw a whole bunch of other people's memories with hardly any of you. Where's Draco?"

"I think he's in the den already…"

Hermione smiled and the walked in the room, Draco was on the couch relaxing and flipping threw the Daily Prophet. "You wouldn't believe some of the rubbish that goes on nowadays…" He mumbled. He glanced up. "Hermione! I see you have the pensieve."

Hermione grinned proudly and enlarged the memory holder. "Well, shall we begin?"

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Harry was slightly overwhelmed. There was so much he missed. They started with Harry's first year and going to Diagon Alley. Hagrid and all the shopkeepers had supplied Hermione with those memories, and Harry thought it was brilliant how everything just seemed so…magical. He felt like he was back to be eleven years old again.

Then he was shown the train ride, it was slightly odd watching yourself and he was shocked to find Draco so snobby. Draco blushed when Harry addressed him on this issue and replied with: "I was an arse before we were together, okay?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh, and found Draco's haughty attitude cute. Harry stared at himself in the memory of the sorting. He sometimes would start laughing. It was like watching a movie. After they had returned from a memory of the end of First Year, he started laughing. "I was such a geek." He giggled. "Did I actually wear those ugly glasses? And my hair!" He began to laugh more and it eventually died down. "I can't believe you ever liked me, Draco." Draco just laughed.

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They were closing in on the end of Third Year, and Harry was becoming rather tired. "Who knew memory jumping would be so exhausting." He said after they had returned from watching their future selves from the past watch their past selves. Now that he thought about that…it sounded really confusing… "I can't believe you punched Draco." Harry said giggling to himself. He was starting to become a little more open with Hermione and Draco, considering they had spent the better part of the afternoon reliving everything he had forgotten. He had learned a lot more about them, and could now see why he was best friends with Ron and Hermione.

Draco was grinning and nodded. "Yeah Hermione, why ever did you punch me?" He laughed. "Merlin, I forgot how much of a complete arse I was to you guys."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, we can do some more tomorrow. We can start around noon, maybe get to sixth year…"

Harry nodded. "Sounds great. Then the day after that we can finish those memories, and then…"

"Then, we can get on ours." Draco whispered in his ear, and Harry blushed, not realizing how close the blonde had gotten. He remembered earlier that morning and almost felt the need to fan himself. If that one memory had him blushing like a horny schoolgirl, then he couldn't imagine what their actual memories of sex would be like.

Hermione smiled at them and hugged Harry and Draco. "Well, I'll see you two tomorrow." She waved at them again and headed on her way to the entry hall.

"So, how about you take a nap for awhile, then in an hour or so we can go on that date. Nothing extreme, just a movie or something."

Harry smiled and nodded, grateful for the chance to take a nap and headed to their bedroom, but not before a quick hug and a tentative squeeze of the hand. Those simple gestures had Draco beaming though, and Harry felt oddly proud.

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Two hours later Harry woke up refreshed. His skin was flushed from sleep and he shivered as he rose from the blankets. He yawned quietly and padded over to the bathroom to relieve himself. He giggled at his reflection. His hair was in spiky disarray and he still looked half asleep.

He walked down the steps slowly, glancing into the den where he expected Draco to be. Just like his assumptions, Draco was lying on the couch sleeping. He was snoring quietly and Harry found that one little flaw endearing. He giggled quietly and silently made his way to the loveseat. He sat there for what seemed like a few minutes, staring off into space and thinking.

Draco's eyes opened blearily and he inspected his surroundings. "Harry?" He asked groggily. "Ugh, what time is it?" Harry laughed to himself and looked over at the clock.

"Um, nine."

Draco suddenly sat up wide-awake. "Why didn't you wake me up? I wanted to go to an earlier show, that way you wouldn't be too tired tonight."

Harry shrugged. "You looked cute sleeping." His cheeks turned pink when he realized what he said. Draco grinned.

"Well, what do you think about going to dinner? Or, we could always rent a movie and make some popcorn, or something? We can go to dinner another night if you want." Harry thought a bit.

"Why don't we just rent a movie? It's kind of late, and that way we could just stay home and enjoy it."

Draco nodded and wandered over to the floo. "I'll order one, anything in particular that you want to watch?"

Harry shrugged. "Doesn't really matter, something new maybe?"

Draco agreed and that's exactly what they got.

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Harry was draped across the couch; Draco had encouraged him to put his legs over Draco's lap. He was hesitant at first, but when Draco started to massage his feet, he just couldn't say no! Especially when his fingers started doing something that should be illegal. Harry blushed embarrassed when he began to think of other things Draco's fingers could do. No! You shouldn't be thinking those things! Bad Harry! You hardly even know him! …But, he is your husband after all… NO! He was turning even redder by the minute, glad that Draco couldn't know his thoughts. Thank goodness the lights were off, or he'd get some pretty weird questions as to why he was blushing.

Eventually the movie was over, and Harry yawned quietly. Draco rubbed his leg. "You must be tired, it's almost midnight."

Harry shrugged. "Nah, just a bit hungry."

"Do you want me to make you something?" Draco asked already prepared to jump up and make some food if need be.

Harry shook his head 'no'. "No, I don't know what it is, I've just been really…insatiably hungry lately. It's not for food." He shrugged.

Draco seemed confused, and then it dawned on him. "Oh gosh! I forgot! You're supposed to drink my blood daily!" Harry seemed shocked by this news. "When we bonded, since you're a Vampire Angel, you're supposed to drink my blood daily." He smacked himself on the forehead. "That explains why you've been so hungry, even more than you should be; you need my blood! How could I have forgotten?"

Harry nodded still a little shocked. "So…how do I go about it, exactly?"

"Well, you can take it from anywhere there's a good vein for it. It doesn't really matter where. I think the best place is the neck…but, if you're not comfortable doing that yet…you can always use my wrist?"

"Okay, I suppose that's simple then…"

"I'm sure it will come to you, instincts and all that… When you first did it, you seemed to know exactly what to do." Draco held out his wrist.

Harry held it in his hand nervously. He could feel Draco flex so the vein would be easier to see. Hesitantly he leaned down and licked at the wrist a bit. He had to bite back a moan or something equally as embarrassing. He didn't think his skin would taste this…delicious. He could practically feel the blood pulsing in Draco's veins as he licked a bit more at the wrist. He began to nip at the flesh with his teeth, pulling at the skin a bit. He could hear Draco gasp, and he was positive it wasn't from surprise. He blushed and decided to get it over with. He bit into the wrist slowly; the taste that assaulted him was…like nothing he had ever tasted. He sucked hungrily, like an animal. He just couldn't get enough.

Then he heard it, the noise that made him blush all the way to his hairline. Draco moaned. Harry pulled away startled and quickly lapped at the wound healing it. "Um-uh…yeah. Thanks."

Draco smiled at him, trying to act normal, but his eyes gave away that he was beyond turned on. They just sat there staring at each other; Draco slowly leaned forward to kiss him. Harry's eyes widened startled. Draco's lips were so close, just about to touch his.

He stopped him.

"Draco…no…I'm sorry…I just can't…" Harry said, feeling rather embarrassed in himself.

"Oh." Draco seemed disappointed and suddenly shy. "I'm going to go to bed now." He said, sitting up quickly and leaving the room.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He suddenly felt like a complete prick. Why didn't he want to kiss Draco? He was his husband after all. He just…didn't know him. It was like kissing a gorgeous stranger, and for some reason, he didn't want that. He wanted to kiss the man he knew he loved. He wanted to get to know the Draco that his old self had known when he first fell in love. It was silly, but that's what he wanted. To fall in love again… "Give it time." He assured himself and sat up, heading to bed also.

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TO BE CONTINUED!

A/N: People are going to start hating me pretty damn soon…

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