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Chapter 11 Together, Sharing Our Beautiful Memories

Harry lay on his side on the floor of the Slytherin common room, his body pressed against Draco's and his head lying on his chest just below his collarbone. The blonde's free arm was wrapped around his shoulders while his other hand was propped on one of the many green silk pillows that were scattered around them as he read Magical Creatures Of The Deep.

The pale hand lifted unconsciously as his eyes moved over the page he was on, tousling and stroking the jet-black hair beneath it gently. The Gryffindor hummed softly in the back of his throat, burrowing closer against him, the sound changing a little without his notice. Draco closed the book, having finished reading, smiling as he looked down at him with amused tenderness.

"Harry…"

"Mmm?.."

"You're purring, love."

"Mmm… Can't help it. I purr when I'm happy. I always have, even though it doesn't happen often. It was honestly a miracle that I could even hear you taunting me the first time that I rode a broom, because I was purring so loud. That's one of my favorite memories that doesn't really involve you, even though you were there."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"What are some of your other favorite memories that don't involve me?"

"I only have four favorite memories that don't involve you somehow, like the broom one does."

"Really? Would you like to clarify that?"

"You mean tell you all of my favorite memories?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but only if you share yours, too."

"Alright."

"The day that I first meant Hagrid. He gave me my Hogwarts letter and told me that I was a wizard."

"The day that I first rode a broom. I was seven."

"My first trip to Diagon Alley. I got my wand, Hagrid bought me Hedwig for my birthday, and it was the day that I meant you for the first time. I barely heard what you said because my heart was melting inside."

"Really? Wow. Okay, the day that I made my first potion. I was ten."

"The first time that I got on the Hogwarts Express. It was when I first meant the Weasley's and Hermione, and I saw you again."

"I'm sensing a pattern here," Draco said in amusement, pressing a kiss to his forehead gently.

"I can't help it. I love you."

"I know. I love you, too. The day that I cast my first spell. I was six."

"Six? Wow. When we crossed over to the castle in the boats. You were there."

"The first time that I meant you. I didn't know then that it was you, but I figured it out later on the train when I saw you again."

"The Sorting. You were there."

"Same."

"The day that I met Remus."

"The first time I remember my mother and father praised me for something that I did. I was five."

"The day that I meant my godfather, Sirius."

"The day that I finally told my father that I wanted nothing to do with Voldemort."

"You did that? Wow."

"Yes, I did. Last year. He wasn't as upset as I thought he'd be. I think that he was relieved, actually, even though he didn't say it."

"Draco?" Pansy spoke up. "It's getting late."

Harry sighed softly in response, moving closer against him and closing his green eyes. "I don't want to leave…"

"Then don't," Draco said simply. "Just stay the night. You can sleep with me."

"Really?"

"Of course, if you want to."

"I do. I'd like that a lot."

"Okay."

They stood up, Draco tucking the book in a pocket inside his robes before slipping an arm around Harry's waist gently, guiding him back down the stairs to the fifth year dorms. They both removed their robes, hanging them on the hooks of the cloak rack next to Draco's bed.

Harry watched then as Malfoy used his wand to magically make more room in the bed, climbing under the sheets after transfiguring his clothes into ice blue silk pajamas, using the same spell on Harry to clothe him in emerald green silk before laying his wand on the bedside table.

Harry placed his wand beside the Slytherin's, surprised when Draco held out his right hand to him. He blushed a little, red tingeing his cheeks, but he placed his own hand into his, brown against white, smiling as the gorgeous blonde drew him down into his arms tenderly, tucking the sheet and blankets around them both. Harry snuggled close against his side with a soft, happy little murmur, laying his head on his chest and closing his eyes, starting to purr again when Draco tugged him even closer, slipping an arm around his shoulders and pressing a brief, affectionate kiss to the other boy's soft, plump lips.

"Sleep, baby," Draco said, his gray eyes gentle.

"Mmm…" Harry hummed, innocently unaware of how throaty and seductive his voice sounded as he answered him sleepily. "Whatever you want, gorgeous…"

Draco flushed, his lips curving into a smile at his endearment. He was about to say something else, but he realized that the raven-haired boy was already asleep in his arms.