Chapter 14

When I woke up I saw your dead silver eyes and knew it was over

another Harry thought

"Huh, what's going on? My eyes; they hurt. My brain; it's so fuzzy. What's going on? Why can I not remember? It is so dark here. Wait- a light! There, I must try. The light; it hurts! Aaahhh! It hurts! Where am I? It smells like strawberries. Potter?"

BRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! Ron grabbed his alarm clock and turned it off before jumping out of bed. 'Today is the day! Harry will be back.' slammed his alarm clock off and rushed off of his bed knowing that today was the day. "Harry's back today!" Ron wooted. Waking up all his roommates did not leave him feeling the first bit ashamed.

He barely remembered to throw on his clothes before flying out the door and down the spiral stair case that connected the boys' dormitories together. He entered the common room and laughed aloud as he jumped over the couch and landed in the empty spot beside Hermione. He twisted around and came to rest, balancing on his right knee as he waited for her to acknowledge him.

Hermione finally turned around and raised an eyebrow that practically screamed 'what?'

Without asking, he grabbed her and planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth. The messy kiss all but made Hermione cringe on the spot. He just grinned as she cast a 'Scourgify' on her mouth.

"Harry!" Was all he said before Hermione began laughing at her boyfriend. He wanted Harry back- now! He missed his best friend and it hurt his feelings quite badly to see that same best friend not only wearing a Slytherin crest, but also shagging their mortal enemy who was also a Slytherin. It was wrong!

Hermione had spent several hours the night before trying to convince Ron that Harry's sexuality had always been different. He had always preferred guys, but he had not told Ron about it because Harry wasn't sure how Ron would react. Ron had thought long and hard about Hermione's lecture, and then after going off by himself for a few hours, he made his decision on what he would do about his friendship with Harry. He threw the red bound book in the fire and said, "To the hell of it. It's not worth it if Harry isn't there."

True he might sometimes be jealous of the other boy, but he had to admit he couldn't imagine what life would be like without Harry. Harry had been there for him since they started Hogwarts and had been there everyday since. Harry had been correct when he told Ron that he had the right to see whomever he wanted to. Then Ron added the clarifier; 'As long as it was not one Draco Malfoy.' That was his only requirement.

Ron seethed at the permanent memory of That BASTARD snaking his disgusting hand around HIS best friend's waist. You could see the pure joy of satisfaction shining from Malfoy's eyes. It was like Malfoy owned Harry and in Ron's opinion that was what Malfoy touching Harry had meant.

He knew that Harry would wake up soon and make his way to either the common room or the Great Hall. Ron intended to be there to help his friend through the horror. The horror as he saw it was waking up next to Draco Malfoy without any clothes on! Ron cringed at the thought. It was his job to rescue Harry and for once he was pumped to get it done. He would fight all the Slytherins for Harry's safe return. (Somewhere in the process Ron began imagining himself in Wizarding Hero costume: a white karate suit and a headband with the Chinese symbol for fight on it, and him attacking everyone who got in his way.)

Hermione, sensing that her boyfriend was in one of his macho moods, groaned in displeasure before putting her books away. She wasn't really ready to go rescue Harry, but she had no other choice. In order to get it over with as soon as possible, she pulled the Mauraders Map out of her backpack and began searching for the little dot that said Harry Potter. She stood up and snapped at Ron to come along since that one little dot that she needed to check on was currently standing outside the Slytherin common room all by himself. She sighed, 'Harry was probably in shock and staring at the door in utter confusion.' Hermione thought.

"All right, let's go. I know where he is." Hermione was thinking more about what to say to Harry to calm him down once she found him than she was Ron.

The trip to the dungeons went rather quickly. Hermione spent most of the time thinking sad little thoughts to herself. Just maybe, she was going to miss the new Harry, the one who stands up for himself, was educationally aware, and could smile easily. It was going to be hard adjusting to the old Harry, the one who was always sad and refused to do anything just for his own pleasure. The old Harry's one pastime, as far as she knew, consisted solely of silently rambling around the castle, anger and resentment radiating from his emerald eyes.

Hermione couldn't help but wish that Harry would learn something from this experience and manage to change his life for the better. She hoped that, maybe once the initial shock wore off, Harry might be able to see things differently. Harry needed to not only see what was missing from his life, he needed to forgive himself for what he perceived as his shortcomings and errors. Maybe then he could move on with his life.

Hermione wanted him to be normal once again. Still, her heart sank as she recalled Sirius' death and Harry's reaction to him falling behind the veil. Harry would never be the same- but then who would?

She walked though the hallways silently, feeling pity for the original Harry, the one she knew since first year. Time had not been kind to that Harry. The trials he faced since first year often left him looking haggard. However, the new Harry always seemed to be rejuvenated and happy. This Harry looked more like a boy of fifteen than the sixteen and a half that he was. He had hope for his future and a joyful song in his heart, not like the other Harry who looked as if he was twenty-eight physically while reflecting the wisdom of an octogenarian.

It pained Hermione so badly that she could practically feel her heart clench in agony. It really was too bad that there was nothing she could do for Harry, absolutely nothing. All she could manage was to wait until he changed back to his pre-Draco existence and be there when he needed a friend.

Ron, who was ambling along excitedly beside Hermione, squeaked and ran to Harry the second he caught sight of him. Harry had been leaning against the statue of Salazar Slytherin next to the Slytherin common entrance, a serene look on his face, as if he were contemplating the mysteries of life and finding them amusing.

Hermione's nose twitched. Something was not right.

Ron grabbed Harry in a bear hug and felt the other boy's breath whoosh as if he had not expected anyone to do that to him. "Merlin, Harry, I was so worried about you. I missed you so much. You scared me and Hermione out of our wits. We were beginning to think that we had lost you forever. I was beginning to worry that you would never change back. Your other life is just a bit creepy! He totally destroyed your reputation and jeez how did you take waking up to his ugly face?"

Ron's voice stopped there due to the hand that flew up and connected with his nose. Harry's eyes flashed green fire. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?" He took a deep breath before continuing on. "What did I tell you, Weasel? My business is my own and I happen to like waking up next to Draco, thank you very much!"

Ron held his bloody nose with his hand and stared wide eyed at Harry. It was probably the first time that Ron actually noticed that Harry's glasses were gone and his messy hair had been tamed into a long braid that Harry could adeptly flick out of the way as he glared at annoying Gryffindors.

Draco stepped out of the common room then and looked around for Harry. He smiled as he saw his lover before realizing that Harry was glaring at a very injured Ron Weasley. He couldn't suppress the chuckle that morphed into a twisted smirk as he moved next to Harry and wrapped his hands around his waist. He gave the grinning Hermione a nod then went back to trying to figure out what caused the latest altercation between Harry and Ron.

Hermione stared at the picture Harry and Draco made. Draco was petting Harry, trying to get him to calm down from whatever Ron said to set him off this time. Harry was almost looking guiltily at Ron while still trying to keep his brave smirk in place for Draco. She was startled by Pansy interrupting the tableau.

"Ah, I meant to warn you guys." Pansy said cheerfully, "I was waiting for you two at the Great Hall. They haven't changed back yet." She seemed vastly amused at the situation in front of her.

"Good timing." Hermione said, not entirely unhappy with the situation. She didn't really know what to think. All she knew was that something was wrong here and she intended to find out what. According to what Snape had explained about the spell, they were supposed to have changed back to normal.

Then it hit her; Harry should actually be sixteen and approximately ten months. His birthday was not so far off. Harry had not turned yet because he was not at his regular age yet. However, she was positive that Draco had been seventeen yesterday.

She immediately began trying to figure out why Draco was acting the same. The only thing she could think of was that they were connected by blood so the spell could conceivably be holding them both. Hermione cringed. 'It is going to be a bitch to explain to Harry that he is bonded to Draco. They now had an unbreakable blood bond. Ah, sod it all!' she thought. 'I'll just worry about tomorrow- tomorrow since it is shaping up to be such a bitch.'

Harry finally managed to exhale slowly.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked him.

Harry nodded. He stepped out of Draco's embrace and moved over to Ron. He dug around in his pocket for a second before extending his hand to reveal a clean silk handkerchief. "Sorry, there. It's just that the day has not started out too well." Harry said, feeling as if he needed to explain himself and his actions. Hitting Ron had made him feel like he did something really wrong, despite being in Slytherin he learned that violence sucks! That was the best way to put it.

He moved Ron's hand away from his nose and looked at it. It was definitely broken. He turned to Draco with pleading in his eyes for him to heal Ron

Draco glared at Harry before approaching the Weasel. He did not really want to help him but Harry was begging and he could not very well deny him anything. He raised his hand to Ron's face and forced some healing through his hand to him. When Ron's nose gave a sickening crack indicating that it was fixed, Harry smiled weakly at Draco who was inspecting his hand to make sure no weasel germs had accidentally attached themselves to him, there was also a bit of a flicker of admiration in his eyes while he was examining it.

"Come on now, Harry. Let's go." Draco said as he put his arm around Harry's waist, smiling lovingly down at him. He wanted to get Harry away from everyone and into the Dining Hall where they could eat in peace and Draco did not have to worry about someone taking Harry away from him.

Ron tweaked his nose, not wincing and smiled sadly. "You lied." was all he said to Hermione before following slowly after his not-yet-back best friend to the Grand Hall. His mood had gone from euphoria to absolute depression.

Hermione and Pansy sighed simultaneously then laughed when they noticed that they were doing the same thing. "It's not only going to be a long day, it's not going to be as easy as we could wish tomorrow either is it?" Pansy mused out loud.

D&H

Harry made a small noise of triumph as he looked at his clear orange- red potion that can clear up warts. He then glanced over at Draco, whom he expected to be finished also. Normally Draco would hold up his potion for Harry to see, but today Draco was sitting there quietly reading a book. Obviously he had finished a few minutes ago.

Harry put his potion down, a little disappointed. He was still staring at Draco, feeling lost and more than a little frustrated, as he sighed and brought his hand up to his neck. The whole morning had been odd, not just because Ron had confirmed that he was supposed to turn back into the other Harry today, but because he could feel the change starting. He knew it was soon, he just didn't know when.

The element of surprise was gone since he knew that his life as it was right now would be gone tomorrow. He had just started to contemplate his new life and what he could do to remember it when he realized there was another aspect to the situation…

The thing that was so upsetting this morning was Draco. He had not done anything different from the normal, yet there was something different. Harry could not explain it but he was determined to analyze the situation. His eyes became unfocused as he thought about what had happened since they woke up that morning.

Harry had awakened to the feel of someone leaning over him, bodies wrapped tightly together, comforting and warm. Harry had not actually wanted to wake up at all. When he finally opened his eyes he had immediately looked straight into his lover's blue-grey eyes; it had been as if Draco was trying to memorize his face and body. "What?" Harry had whispered, but Draco had distracted him by caressing his neck, rubbing soft circles with his fingertips as he leaned down to press a light kiss to Harry's forehead. That had not been strange at all since they had been a couple for about a year now. It had been Draco's eyes- they were a bit dull. Draco's eyes had been missing that light that tells you that person has a reason to go on. Draco had lost that light!

Harry felt a little disoriented by this revelation. He remembered pushing himself up on his elbow so that he could kiss Draco. His tongue had licked Draco's bottom lip lovingly, asking permission..

Draco had responded by opening his mouth and enthusiastically cooperating in the tongue wrestling tournament. The whole time Harry had refused to close his eyes and fall into the bliss Draco was promising. True, both boys' eyes had felt heavy lidded but Harry was not too far gone to see the flame leap back into Draco's eyes.

That had encouraged Harry to want more so he let his free hand wander up and down Draco's chest. When Draco brought his own hand up to caress Harry's cheek, Harry had sank back down into the pillows and pulled Draco down with him. Draco had immediately attacked Harry's neck, nipping and licking. Harry had squeaked and jerked, and when he did he lost his balance. Apparently he was at the edge of the bed and fell off. A confused Harry had sat there on his bum while Draco, giggling softly at the bemused expression, leaned over the edge and gave him a soft chaste kiss on his now pouting mouth.

"Let's get dressed." Draco told him.

Feeling vaguely disappointed, Harry went to the bathroom and looked at his neck in order to assess the damage. He fussed about the red spots forming before tilting his head the other way. His breath caught at the sight of the dark purple bruise. As Harry stared at it his whole body went rigid.

"No no.. You're not!" Draco said softly and playfully kissed Harry's neck. The kisses had been followed by gentle nips as Draco gently played with it with his teeth.

The hickey he was staring at had been from when the two of them were in the tower. But that was impossible! Harry's mind reeled; he twitched a bit then raised a shaking hand to stare at it as it dawned on him just how the days worked. He barely managed to calm his breathing before Draco started knocking on the door.

"Harry?...Harry?... Hey, Harry?"

Harry snapped out of his reverie and looked around. Most of the other students were gone so obviously the bell had rung.

"Harry?" Draco was starting to speak louder, trying to get Harry's attention.

Harry jumped and laughed. "Ahh, sorry about that. I was just daydreaming." He forced himself to laugh lightly.

Draco grabbed him and starting pulling him out of the classroom. His laugh became real when Draco attempted to carry him, his bag and Dracol's own bag. "Look, this is not as easy as it looks so you could stop laughing and cast an anti-weight charm on the bags at least."

Draco's growl was so sexy that Harry quit laughing. "What are you doing?" He managed to gasp out.

"What we are doing is escaping from this musty dank old dungeon. We need to go outside." Draco said.

Harry went back to chuckling. Draco glared at him evilly before depositing him back on the floor and handing him his bag.

"Hey, we're coming too." Hermione said. She and Pansy had been waiting out in the hall to waylay the two boys.

"You two cannot be trusted outside by yourselves." Pansy countered.

"All right then. Let's go." Hermione said as she linked arms with Harry and left Draco for his flower to escort out the door.

Harry blinked his eyes rapidly when the sun hit him directly in the eyes. He smiled brilliantly before lifting his hands to his head and pulling his hair up into a high ponytail because he did not want it getting in the way.

Draco and the others laughed at him so he stuck out his tongue at them. "You look like a girl when you do that." Hermione said chuckling.

"Ah, but you always say that." Harry said as he shrugged his shoulders. "So the bigger statement should be: Harry, you are more beautiful than me when you do that." He couldn't help laughing when she flushed.

"I'll have you know that I am much sexier than you are!" She said as she stuck out her chest to emphasize her point.

"I really hate to burst all of your bubbles," Pansy said as she struck a chic pose, "But, I am the sexiest, yes!"

Draco placed his arm around Harry and chuckled. "No. I'm sorry all, but the sexiest person here is me." He stopped talking and blew some kisses at them, making everyone giggle.

"Don't be so self centered, Malfoy." Hermione said in a teasing manner.

"Well, someone has to love me. If that someone happens to be me, well then, I can do the job." Draco smirked at her while Harry pouted.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell everyone about the fact you have been officially named property of Harry Potter, then." Harry groused while lifting an eyebrow at him.

"Nah! When did this happen?"

It was Harry's turn to smirk. "Since I tattooed it on you." He could not hold the laughter in at Draco's expression.

"YOU! What? Where?" Draco looked about ready to have an apoplectic fit.

Harry taunted him. "Not gonna' tell you." He ran before Draco could tackle him.

Hermione and Pansy laughed at Harry's antics. "Do you think he really did it?" Pansy asked.

Hermione looked at her, eyebrow raised. "You have to ask?"

Both of them together answered, "Yes!"

Draco chased the little minx and was just about to grab him when Harry disappeared. He had whirled around and ran back the way he had come. Draco hadn't seen him turn and was looking for him in front.

Harry, seeing his perfect opportunity, ran and jumped on Draco's back. He laughed when Draco spun him around before demanding that he get off.

Harry thought about it for a moment. "Nope! Getti-up!" he said, managing to nudge Draco and stay on his back at the same time.

Draco spun him around and then stopped when Harry kissed his neck. There was just something about necking with each other- it was fun, but it left too many marks. There was a pause from Harry, and Draco wondered what was going though his head. Deciding to voice his concerns, "What's up?" He inquired softly, almost sadly.

"Do you remember that time we got lost in one of the passages," He nodded toward Hogwarts, "and we ended up in Dumbledore's office only to find him making baby noises to his phoenix?" Harry asked shyly.

Draco chuckled. "Yes, I do."

"What about the time we ended up pranking the Gryffindors by changing their potions into slugs?" Harry continued, only more cautiously.

"Yes, I do." Draco said, though his eyes narrowed in concern. "Why?" He whispered, afraid to know the answer.

Pansy watched them from afar. "How can they be so in love in such a short time?" She asked referring to the picture the boys made together. Harry was still getting piggy-backed by Draco and both boys sported smiles that could make anyone become at peace with himself.

"You have to remember that they think they have been dating since last year. Most couples don't last that long." Hermione gazed back at the boys, studying them, "Although I have a feeling that they know." She added. She let it drift knowing that Pansy got what she was saying, they know that today was their last day together.

D & H

"Why?" Draco whispered, afraid to know the answer yet terrified that if he did not ask it would be the end.

"Because it never happened." Harry whispered, his throat constricting, "It never happened. Those memories- they're lies. Something that the spell made up to make us think that we had months, years, all that time that sped by each day. The only reason why we only remember certain days is because…" He paused, not to sure if he wanted to go on. He felt Draco's shoulders slump downward but he had to, he had to be informed, it was only fair.

"Because those days only happened a little while ago. The other things that we remember came form our joint memories. They were things we both wanted to experience. We have only known each other for about thirteen days and that is all. The other memories that we have produced are all lies."

Harry yelped when Draco dropped him. "Stop it!" Draco whispered. "Just stop it! Do you think that I haven't realized this? I know what has been happening. I have known since yesterday..the night confirms it all."

Draco glared down at Harry, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Just drop it. Let me have my memories even though you claim that they are not real. They are real enough for me. Like they are for you…" His voice trailed he looked as if he was uncertain as he said this.

Harry got up and cleaned his pants, "You're right. Forget it." He looked up noticing the sky darkening "The meteor shower, it's on a Friday. Please watch it with me?" His voice was soft and his eyes were full of pleading.

Draco, knowing he could not keep that promise, looked down and then sighed. "Yes, you know I will. We can watch it from the tower. It is really nice up there." He added as he brought his hand up to squeeze Harry's shoulder.

Pansy watched in shock as the two boys admitted that they were back to 'normal' but did not want to leave each other. She knew she was mumbling stupid words out loud and anyone could hear but she couldn't stop.

"Maybe." Hermione answered back..

D & H

Harry walked into their shared room at around a quarter to nine. They had just finished playing a round of chess in the common room. It had been an odd game, quite silent actually, they had both came to the conclusion that they wanted to be together as the hours counted down. Harry's hands shook every time he thought about being non-existent and he would try to calm himself by taking deep breaths. He tried to settle his already fast beating heart rate, but nothing seemed to be working. Now he found himself standing near the side of the bed, looking around the room, and trying not to panic over the deep feeling of dread that was freezing every other thought from his mind.

Then he was attacked. Harry squeaked when he saw Draco's body headed straight for him. They landed on the bed with Harry pressed into the mattress with Draco sprawled out on top of him. "Huh?" was all he could say.

Draco looking into his eyes, begging him to be the same Harry he had needed for the last thirteen years, had Harry totally disarmed. Hands began to wander across chests before stopping to play with the school ties that both boys still wore.

Harry realizing that Draco needed to dominate just then, let him slowly undo the tie and begin work on the shirt buttons. Draco's hands under Harry's shirt, easing it up, made Harry arch his back to avoid the cold hands. It was a perfect position for Draco to ease the shirt up over his head. Harry smiled when Draco helped him back down to the bed slowly. Harry liked the way the silk sheets felt on his bare back.

Harry thought that the green canopy overhead was swallowing them, the blankets folding over them making their own sanctuary. Then his attention was back on Draco as his hands slid coolly across Harry's stomach and up his chest, brushing against his nipple, then resting on his collarbone as he slowly caressed it. "Will you miss me?" Draco asked. The question caught Harry by surprise since they had basically agreed that they would not talk about being separated.

Harry jerked his eyes away from Draco's profile and his breath came in short pants as he thought about the question. "How can I not?" He finally asked. "You left something here without you realizing it." Harry was talking in riddles but knew that Draco would understand.

Draco looked down again, fixing his eyes on Harry's belly button. Instead of acknowledging Harry's statement, he moved so that his tongue could caresse it. "You should get that pierced. It will draw more attention to it, attention that it deserves." His voice registered only as far as the cadence of his speech reached Harry's ears. Draco was tongue fucking his belly button and it had caused him to become a whimpering, desperate, hormone driven, adolescent. Draco could have said he was selling him to the last remaining Death Eater as a geisha and Harry would have just mumbled, "OK!" as Draco slowly flicked his tongue and rimmed it.

Harry moaned at the sensation. He was too confused to say anything to Draco about what he was doing. Harry, perfectly happy to keep any original thoughts to a minimum, let Draco lead wherever he wanted to go. When Draco lifted Harry's clothed leg up then caressed it with his hands from calf to thigh before wrapping the willing leg around his own waist, Harry trusted him to know what he was doing. It felt right to have the other leg also wrap around Draco's back; it also helped with his grip on the blond.

Harry's hands slid up Draco's torso and finally rested on each side of Draco's face about the same time that Draco began fumbling with Harry's zipper. "We can't." He said, knowing that Draco would understand.

Draco looked at him, and Harry felt and saw in his eyes resentment and anger. "Another thing that has been taken from me." Draco's voice was harsh with frustration and despair. He flopped down beside Harry and let the younger boy hold him.

"It would be unfair. When he wakes up tomorrow morning it would probably feel like rape to him." Harry was about ready to choke on the emotion he was feeling. He wanted so much to keep doing what Draco wanted to and yet he knew that if they ever wanted to stay together then the other Harry had to meet Draco as an equal. To regain control of his emotions he did what he always did when he was upset; he slowly intertwined his hands into Draco hair, curling the soft blond hair around the fingers of one hand as the other hand wrapped around Draco's neck and began rubbing it in a slow circular motion.

Draco groaned into Harry's neck and slowly started to lick there. "He is not going to take it well when he sees all these." Draco began to nuzzle each mark and kiss them.

Harry chuckled and Draco liked the sensation of the vibrating throat to his mouth. He looked into Harry's eyes and felt his mouth go dry when the smaller boy said, "I feel insanely unsatisfied." Draco glared into his eyes playfully until Harry gave him an innocent grin and raised his hips to rub them against Draco's own insanely unsatisfied body. Draco's eyes widen at the implication, but he quickly answered the other boy's taunt with a wicked grin and more.

After they were cleaned and calmed down, they laid back down in the bed they still shared. Draco was indulging Harry's clingy side as he tolerated Harry tracing his features with the tip of a finger. Harry just smiled up at him, feeling better than he had in ages but still a bit shy, "We really need to get to sleep!" His speech was punctuated with a yawn.

Until Harry pointed it out to him, Draco hadn't felt the first bit tired. He had found 'doing things' with Harry to be oddly invigorating.

Harry laughed then squeaked when he felt a hand descend on his bottom. "Are you sure you want him to wake like that?" Draco asked , indicating the green silk boxers with a lecherous caress.

"Bah! Everyone should have some surprises in their life." Harry said making the situation into a laughing manner. He couldn't admit to Draco that he felt a deep dread in his heart- knowing that he was going to leave here and everything that he loved.

As Harry started to drift off, his mind became fuzzy. "I wish I could ofmmmmknowin you better." Harry said in a slur.

Draco's breath hitched. "Me too."

D & H

"Ahh! My body! Stop. It hurts, Why? Why? No! I liked being there. Don't make me go back. Let him have it. Let him. No! the lights…they hurt my eyes. Stay away! No. Leave! Harry's body curled up into a ball; shaking as if he were in pain. Eventually the pain receded and every muscle in Harry's body relaxed. When the change was done he snuggled into the warm heat that never let him go during the process of the change..

Dull grey eyes closed only to blink as they watched the sight that was produced in front of him. He had to stay up and protect …and wonder…

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