A/N: Oh My God, you guys! 20 reviews! I'm beyond ecstatic. That is probably the best thing that's happened all day… (p.s. yes I know, not the most creative title…) I have the rest of this story pretty much planned out… It'll be about 20 chapters long and involve lots of delicious drama :) This chapter was edited by my beautiful new beta, Rodacoma. She is fantastic and a HUGE help. She's edited the first two chapters and this one, and working hard on the others. Anyway, first "sexy sex" scene of the story, I hope it's good… *bitesnails*… let me know what you think :)
The hot mouth sucking on Harry's neck made him groan in pleasure. Harry's hands tangle in soft, blond hair as he throws his head back, giving his lover more room. Harry slides one hand down the other's back, raking at the exposed flesh with his fingernails. His partner let out a groan of his own, and soon Harry feels slick fingers probing at his hole. This wasn't the first time his partner had wanted to finger him, but there was something new about this time that made it more thrilling. Harry could feel the difference between then and now, tonight was the night and the thought of sharing that with the one he loved made him moan just a little bit more when cool, wet fingers breached his entrance.
"I want you to make love to me." Harry whispered, almost as if he didn't want his lover to hear.
The mouth on his neck stopped its sucking in favor of licking at the shell of Harry's ear. "Are you sure?"
Harry gave a curt nod, and his lover distracted Harry with a deep kiss and added another finger next to the first. Harry gave out a small gasp as he was worked open. Harry could feel his partner searching for something and just the thought of his prostate being touched was enough for Harry's cock to give a delighted jump, something that caused his partner a delighted chuckle.
"I hate you" Harry said, trying to glare at him, both of them knowing what he really meant.
Harry gasped as his lover found what he was looking for, forgetting about his partner laughing at him, he brought his hand between them, hoping to give back some of the pleasure Harry now felt. He heard a small whimper in his ear when his fingers ghosted along the head of the other's cock. Harry turned into his lover's neck, and sighed, "I love the way you smell, cinnamon and musk. It's intoxicating…"
Harry felt lips curve into a smile and the other man chuckled again, "I know, I'm running low though. Remind me to get some more…" He twisted his fingers inside Harry, rubbing against his prostate.
Harry gasped and pushed down on the fingers inside him. "You know, I'm not s-sure asking me to remind you about getting m-more cologne is an appropriate thing t-to say… when you have your fingers inside me…"
"Perhaps not…" Harry feels a hickey starting to form just below his collar bone, so nobody could see it. Disappointment wells up in Harry, but he crushes it when Draco begins thrusting into his hand.
Fighting the urge to moan again, Harry whispered, "I'm ready, love. P-please, no more teasing…"
His partner nodded. Slicking himself up, and lined up his cock with Harry's entrance. Pushing forward Harry looked into the eyes of his lover, startled by the love he found in those gorgeous gray eyes, Harry pushed down, still staring into the beautiful eyes of Draco Malfoy…
Harry woke up aching and hard for the first time since he was a teenager. The horrible thing was he couldn't remember the dream for the life of him. The more he tried to remember, the more it slipped away.
He could remember heavy breathing, a deep sense of love and commitment, and the smell of cinnamon. Harry knew there wasn't any way Hermione or Dr-Malfoy could get Harry to change his mind this time. Now he was dreaming about this guy. First the flashbacks, and now the dreams, he was going to see Hermione as soon as he could find a clean pair of pants… and possibly a cold shower…
HPDM
Draco looked at Hermione in what he hoped was an innocent expression. "I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever happened to Potter had nothing to do with me. I hate him remember? We hate each other. There isn't any possible way we would ever even consider being in a relationship together. There would be too many odds stacked against us… did I mention we hate each other?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, and Draco let out a sigh. "He'll get over it. He has you, and Ronald, and the rest of the Weasels. He most certainly doesn't need me. All he'd get would be a great heartache and howlers. I couldn't subject him to a life like that, could you do that to Ronald? Would you continue to be with him, knowing that when your secret got out how many hateful eyes would turn on your partner, scrutinizing his every move? Knowing that the only family he's ever known hates him and you're the cause? No, I don't think you would. Harry will get over me; he'll never remember me, which is better for him. I know he loved me, and that's why I had to obliviate him, because if I just left him it would hurt him. I didn't want to hurt him; I just wanted to protect him from the pain. You have to at least understand that?"
Hermione's heart broke as she thought about what was going on. She saw the tears pool in Draco's eyes, something she had never thought she would see. Hermione was sure now that Draco was hurting just like Harry, maybe even more. Hermione had pictured some heartless asshole who didn't want to be remembered, not the shaking man in front of her.
Hermione walked quickly around the counter and gathered Draco up in a hug. He stiffened in her arms for a moment, and then relaxed. Hermione smelt a faint trace of cinnamon and smiled to herself, now she knew what had to happen next. "You have to tell him Draco. He's falling apart right before our eyes and there's nothing we can do to stop it. His mind might not remember you, but his heart does, and it's killing him. You have to realize this. Nobody is going to hate you for being in a relationship with Harry, at least nobody that matters. "
Draco let out a mangled sob, and tried to back away. She knew that Draco's pride was getting in the way of being comforted, so she just held him tighter. He let out a shaky breath, "There is a counter curse. It's not completely through testing yet, but a friend was talking about it with me and I remember how to do it. I j-just… what if he hates me now? What if he doesn't want to be with me anymore after what I've done? If I would have known that at least one of Harry's friends would be accepting I might not have done this, I was so stupid Hermione. He's never going to want me back… I just loved him too much to have to put him through all that suffering…"
There was a muffled cough behind a bookshelf close to the desk, almost as though it was trying to be hidden. There was only one person that could be, the entire store had been empty before Draco came in, Ron having flipped the sign to closed on the way out. She decided not to say anything though, and pretend she hadn't heard him. She wanted to see just how long he would stand there. "We would have accepted your relationship you know. It might have taken a while for some, but everyone would have come around. We all love Harry and he deserves to be happy, and so do you. You should tell him Draco, and then offer him a choice. Offer to perform the experimental reversal spell, or to fall in love with you all over again. Either way you have to tell him."
"I'm not sure I can Hermione. These past few weeks have been hell and I'm not sure I can take rejection on top of that, especially coming from someone I've spent the past several years with…"
Harry steps out from behind the book shelf, "What makes you think I would reject you? The fact that you took years of memories away from me? Or maybe it was the part where you saw me hurting and still didn't do anything about it? But you know, it could be that fact that this could have never happened if you had told me how you were feeling! I'm sure I wouldn't have been in a relationship with you if I didn't want to be. We could have talked about it. Do you have any idea how weird it is? Knowing that I've spent years with you, I've shared intimate things with you, and I can't remember any of them?"
"I'm so sorry, Harry…" Draco whispered.
"Sorry isn't enough. I want you to use that spell, the one you mentioned earlier. I want my memories back and then we can talk properly. I don't want to make any rash decisions without all my memories intact. I want to at least remember you when we talk about just why the hell you thought this was ok."
"Whatever you want Harry. Do you want to do it now?"
"Yes." Harry looked Draco in the eyes for the first time that Harry remembered since school. He let out an almost inaudible gasp at the swirl of emotions in his eyes. He got the overwhelming urge to forgive him, to wrap him up in his arms and kiss him until it didn't hurt anymore.
Of course Harry couldn't feel that just yet. He wanted his full faculties when he talked about this with Malfoy later, he wanted to remember every moment so he could make a good decision about what to do next.
Draco gave a nod and took out his wand. He took a deep breathe, and came up close to Harry. Getting a whiff of cinnamon, Harry closed his eyes and almost cried. Draco smelt like home.
"Memor Oblitus" Draco whispered, his wand against Harry's temple.
There was a flood of memories and experiences. Tastes, smells, touches… He was on sensory overload.
Draco's eyes, full of panic, were the first things he saw before he passed out.
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Foreveryours,
Oliver
