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Chapter 13

Fall in love again

The ones that love us never really leave us. You can always find them in here.
- Sirius Black-

"Come on. Just turn around," Harry ordered, pulling Draco' shoulder. The blonde reluctantly turned away from Harry. Harry covered Draco's eyes with his hands.

"Okay. You can start walking now. I'm going to say where to." Harry turned him towards the Hogwarts entrance, giving a gentle pressure to make him move forward.

"That's just childish. How old are you Potter?" Draco carefully took his steps, hesitating each time before placing a foot. It looked like he was walking on a rocky surface.

"It's a surprise! You can't look!" Harry exclaimed. Draco moved very slowly. At this rate they'd never reach their destiny before the end of the weekend.

"Then just cast a fucking veil in front of my eyes." Draco kept muttering, much to Harry's satisfaction. Every time he blinked, his eyelashes tickled the inside of Harry's hand.

"No. I like it better this way. It's more personal. And now shut up and focus on walking."

"I can't see where I'm going," Draco noted dryly.

"That's the whole point." Harry sighed, closing his eyes in disbelief for a moment. Draco hmphed, but they were able to exit the Hogwarts Castle without any further trouble.

"I don't even like surprises," Draco grumbled, but apart from that, he kept marching without trying to pull Harry's hands away.

"I can assure you that you'll like this one. Besides, you need to shut your whining, little crybaby."

"Wait till I curse you. Who's gonna be a crybaby then?" Draco threatened.

"You want me to trip you, little scumbag?" Harry pulled Draco closer, by pulling his head backwards with his hands, that were covering his eyes. His chest met Draco's back, their bodies touching.

"Watch your tongue, Potter. You're not too pretty to get kicked in the butt." Harry leaned in closer, lips against his ear.

"I'm closer to your butt than you to mine, for your interest. You should pick your threats more carefully, Ferretboy." Harry could feel the shiver run through Draco's body as his whisper fell on the blonde's ear.

"Let's get moving. I want to know what stupid thing you had in mind," Draco sneered, but Harry could see the small tug around his mouth, curling up into a crooked 's hands were still resting on Draco's eyes, guiding him past the Stone Circle.

"When can I look?" Draco whined.

"Not just yet, just a little further." Finally, they were nearing the lake. Harry had prepared everything earlier in the morning. He had broken into the kitchen and asked the House elves to prepare an incredible picnic. Of course, the magical creatures had outdone themselves, and had eagerly started his request. Harry remembered how Fred and George always boasted about robbing the kitchen, but there was honestly nothing to it.

"Okay, stop. You can look now," Harry instructed. He uplifted his hands and Draco's eyes fluttered open. The blonde's eye fell on the blanket, stuffed with all sorts of treats: grilled chicken, a salad of green beans and tomatoes, asparagus soup, tiny pizza slices, a fresh fruit salad, pumpkin juice, sandwiches, mini chocolate cookies and vanilla pudding.

"Wow. That looks delicious, love. You've outdone yourself." Draco kept staring at the blanket with a mixture of astonishment and admiration.

"You should thank the House Elves, really."

"You didn't make this yourself?!" Draco exclaimed indignantly. He rested his hands up his sides, elbows pointing out, about to give him a lecture. "That's the most stuck up thing I've ever heard! You could at least have made it yourself!" For a second, harry felt taken aback. "No, I'm just fooling with you, Potter. It's really sweet of you to do that for me."

"Y-you're welcome," Harry stuttered, still feeling a bit shaky from the fake-outburst. They both sat down on the blanket, facing each other.

"Come here," Draco whispered, leaning in closer. Harry's heart thumped in his chest as their lips met. They parted again, both slightly out of breath.

"You know what day it is?" Harry asked, taking a bite from the roast chicken. Draco thought about it for a while, a frown rippling his forehead. "It's our four month anniversary!" Harry exclaimed. "How could you forget?"

"I didn't forget. I just… don't time it, that's all." Harry punched Draco in the arm, a grin plastered across his face.

"You're a moron. I prepared this extremely romantic picnic for us and you didn't even remember the date?"

"Let me make it up to you," Draco whispered, leaning in for a kiss while pushing Harry over on the blanket gently. His fingers made their way underneath Harry's T-shirt, caressing his skin.

"What are you doing? Everyone can see us here!" Draco stopped, clearly annoyed. He got out his wand, cast an Invisibility Charm and a silencing charm around them, and then lied down with Harry again.

"Better?" Harry nodded, pulling Draco in again.

"So, how are you planning to make up?" Harry asked, biting his bottom lip.

"Hmm… Let me think," Draco replied. He lowered his head to Harry's belly and started placing kisses all over. He pulled his shirt over Harry's head, revealing two pink nipples. Goosebumps appeared all over Harry's body. Draco licked his lips in anticipation. "You look delicious, Potter," Draco growled. Harry felt a pleasurable tug in his pants, heat starting to build up. The blonde leaned down again, sucking hard on Harry's chest until it left a love mark. Harry moaned softly, contracting his abs in pleasure.

"How's that for making up?" Draco smiled.

"Not even close," Harry breathed. His green eyes had grown dark with lust.

"Then where did that come from?" Draco questioned, grabbing hold of Harry's erection.

"No idea," Harry whimpered, leaning in to the touch. Draco started massaging the bulge above Harry's trousers. Harry pulled Draco down, kissing him urgently. Slowly, Draco unzipped Harry's pants, pulling them down carefully.

"Get a move on," Harry growled in frustration, lifting his hips to allow Draco to take the cloth off.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Draco said, a teasing smile around his lips. Then suddenly, in one motion he pulled off Harry's boxers and took in his full length. Harry gasped for air, bucking up his hips in pleasure. Draco kept them down firmly, licking along the base. The warmth of Draco's mouth made Harry lose control. He buried his hands in Draco's hair, caressing the soft locks. Draco started to speed up, Harry's breathing became irregular. Soft moans were escaping his mouth. Draco massaged Harry's balls with his free hand. Harry threw his head in his neck, grabbing the blanket underneath him and squeezing it as he neared his climax. His whole body contracted, the white light blinding Harry momentarily. When he opened his eyes again, he saw silver.

"I love you Draco." He snuggled closer to the blonde, closing his eyes to enjoy the aftermath.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco replied, a smug grin across his face, licking his lips feeling self-satisfied.

Harry opened his eyes. This time, he didn't see silver. He didn't see anything. It was dark in the room. He had been woken up by his dream and reluctantly became aware of the situation in his boxers. He was as hard as he could be. He cursed Malfoy for entering his dreams like that, and giving him memories about blow jobs he'd never experienced in real life. Or so he thought.

Harry cautiously slid his hands underneath the waistband of his boxers, softly caressing his hardness. He couldn't leave it like that, could he? If he didn't take care of it, he'd be awake for the rest of the night. He listened carefully to see if Ron was still snoring, and then softly started moving. He closed his eyes, memories of the dream flooding his brain. Soft blonde locks between his hands, grey eyes staring into his. Draco's soft tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.

It didn't take long to finish off. Then Harry turned around in his bed, feeling empty. The orgasm had taken away all his energy and left him with nothing but loneliness. A single tear made its way down his cheek. Everything was fucked up.

Harry made his way through the long alley, heading for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. It was already getting busy on Diagon Alley. Harry's eyes kept looking around the crowd, quickly scanning who passed by. His gaze halted with every blonde mop of hair he saw, but every time they turned their head, it wasn't the person Harry had hoped for. He grumbled, momentarily stopping in his tracks when he realised what he was doing. Was he really hoping to bump into Malfoy again?

He reached the joke shop without encountering the Slytherin, but Harry ignored the stab of disappointment. He should be happy not to have seen the blonde. Harry walked past joke articles of all kinds before reaching the counter. George was still busy with a customer, so Harry waited for him to finish up.

"Harry! I'm glad you're here. What have I heard? You've been seduced by the wonders of the merchant world?" George gave Harry a friendly slap on the back. Harry smiled in reply.

"Nothing is certain yet, George."

"Are you kidding me? That nitwit has the opportunity to sell his shop to the Boy Who Lived and he's going to doubt who to choose? That should be a fairly easy decision." George took some Galleons out of the register and started storing them in a bag, presumably to bring them to Gringotts.

"I don't want to be taken into account just because I'm the Boy Who Lived, George. I want a fair game." Harry folded his arms in front of his chest, offering the man a glare.

"Wish all you want, Harry. Life isn't fair. You might as well be happy if the unfairness plays in your advantage." A sad gleam darkened the vibrant man's eyes for a moment. Harry knew he must be thinking about his twin brother, a sad pang shooting through his body. Suddenly his problems seemed irrelevant, compared to the loss of the Weasley family. As if it hadn't happened, George lit up again. "We're going to be practically neighbours, Harry? How awesome is that?"

"I'm already looking forward to it. How long did it take for you to get this premises?"

"Oh, this place had been empty for a long time. We were the only ones wanting to buy it. The Quidditch shop on the other hand." George was teasing him again, and Harry played the game along.

"Thanks for encouraging me," Harry grumbled, putting on a fake pout. George continued:

"Now, listen to me closely Harry, it's not because you're the Boy Who Lived that you'll have any advantages over the other candidates, my friend," he mocked, a wide smile splitting his face in two.

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough. I get it, okay?" Harry responded, trying to be annoyed but unable to keep a smile from his face.

"So, how are things between you and Malfoy? I heard all the stories." George playfully wiggled his eyebrows, but suddenly looked very concerned.

"Not good, really. It's rather messed up," Harry confessed. George shook his head in disbelief. Harry hopped onto the counter.

"What happened?" Harry avoided George's gaze, eyes fixed on the ground.

"It's a long story. We tried dating again, but it didn't work out. I can't feel comfortable around him. I'm always wondering which memories are my own and which aren't. It's exhausting. The point is, I wanted to step away from it all to get a clearer perspective, but it's only getting worse. Not seeing him hasn't made it easier to figure things out."

"He's a good guy, Harry. You shouldn't let him go that easily." Harry quirked an eyebrow.

"I didn't know you would take his side," Harry muttered, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'm not only taking his side. I'm taking your side as well. You were really fond of him, Harry. You shouldn't worry too much about what you feel. It's your emotions that know what's real. If you listen to your heart, you'll find out what it is you really want." Harry stared at Ron's older brother in disbelief.

"How are you so sure about that?" This was the best advice he'd gotten so far.

George shrugged. "I never thought the two of you would ever fall in love. I always expected you to get together with Ginny. But once you started dating Malfoy, everything fell into place. It was as if that was meant to be, you know? All the bullying, scolding. I've never seen two people so happy with each other, Harry. Too bad it's not like that anymore."

"It's never going to be like that anymore. I'm a different person from the Harry you knew before the war. Before the curse. I won't live up to Malfoy's expectations!" Harry exclaimed.

"It won't be the same, you're both older and wiser. But does it really have to be? People can fall in love again. You can get to know him again, just like he can get to know you all over again. I just told you: you have to stop trying to do what's right. Your heart already knows the answer."

"Didn't think I'd come here and get that advice from you. I was hoping to chat a little about buying the shop, especially to avoid Malfoy, but you seem quite eager to talk about him."

"You don't mind at all," George noted.

"And that comes the love doctor," Harry mocked. Another customer was arriving at the cash register, and George had to excuse himself.

"Have fun at Hogwarts," He greeted. Harry offered him a last smile and made his way out again. He walked across Diagon Alley sunken in his thoughts. Could George be right? It's your emotions that know what's real. He missed Malfoy. He was confused to no end. His dreams about Malfoy were so vivid, but were they real? Could they possibly be real? Merlin, he wanted it to be real, but they were just dreams. Figments of what had been. That was all over now.

People can fall in love again. Hope started to grow in Harry's stomach. Would they be able to make it? Was he willing to let Malfoy in? would Malfoy give him another chance? Did he want Malfoy to give him another chance? All these questions popped in his mind, but he couldn't answer them. Not even one.

His feet had brought him to the Quidditch shop. Even though he really liked to think he'd come here to check if it wasn't sold yet, Harry knew his feet had brought him there because it was the last spot he'd seen Malfoy. Because he was silently hoping to bump into him again.

If you listen to your heart, you'll find out what it is you really want. What he wanted. Pink lips, blonde locks, grey eyes. This was all he could think about lately. He had needed time for himself, but he only used that time pondering over Malfoy.

There was only one thing he knew for sure. Leaving Malfoy had been a terrible mistake.

To be continued…