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-DP

Chapter 5

Harry was lying face-down on the bed listening to more of Draco's bleeding lectures. And he'd be tuning the other seventeen-year-old if the blond hadn't been taught that ruddy spell. He damned the one who taught him it...

Draco was pacing back and forth in front of the bed leisurely. 'And after this little lecture, I have something to show you.'

Harry groaned irritably and lifted his head. 'Why don't you just show me now so I don't have to listen to you for just forty-five seconds? It would be wonderful. A blessing on my ears.'

Draco gave him a short sneer. 'No. We're going to finish this, firstly, then you can stop listening to me. I'm glad you taught me that spell - I don't think I can repeat all this again.'

Harry groaned and suddenly cursed the other him, but soon sat up, feigning enthusiasm. 'Or - or - we could go get something to eat. I'm a bit hungry.'

'That's a pity,' though he was particularly sure that Draco was feeling anything but pity for him at the moment.

Harry sighed and lied back down on the bed, twirling his wand in his hand. 'I don't see what the big deal is. Why are you so intent on teaching me in one fucking day?'

'It's impossible to teach you in one day, but at least I can get it across to you how you're supposed to act,' Draco started pacing again.

'Shut up...' Harry put his palms to his ears, desperately trying to get the blond's voice to stop.

'I'm almost done,' Draco said, annoyed with Harry.

'Good. I'm not too sure I can take much more.'

'Grow up, Harry. You're seventeen-bloody-years-old. Take it like a man.'

'Grown vampires and trolls would run from your lectures, Draco,' said Harry before he was popped upside the head. 'Ow!'

'Well, stop acting like a baby,' said Draco. 'Now, let's talk about the way you act around the other Slytherins.'

'I will be nice. I will keep my distance and keep my personal life just that. There is no touching other than greeting the girls with a hug.'

'It's about damn time you understood.'

'I have understood,' said Harry. 'You just like the sound of your own voice.'

'That was uncalled for,' said Draco, his hand on his hips.

'I speak the truth, Dray,' Harry smiled at him. 'And now that I've proved that I've been listening and the ruddy spell works, can we go?'

Draco sighed. 'Fine,' he said. 'There's not much else I can tell you anyway.'

Harry sighed with relief and stood. Draco walked to the door and Harry followed, though stopped abruptly when Draco did. Draco turned to him and gave him a stern look. 'You are to speak of this room to no one. No one knows of it but you and I. Not even the Headmaster knows of it - do you understand?'

Harry nodded and Draco continued. 'You made this room and only we can enter it, but we have to be holding hand when we enter lest I to be repelled and thrown against the other wall. I assume you understand this as well?' Harry nodded. 'All right.'

Draco turned back around and pointed his wand to the door. The door suddenly fell to the floor with a snap, which made Harry jump, producing, no longer a threshold to the living area, but instead, the same stone wall that the rest of the room had. It suddenly crossed his mind that he may be stuck in this room for ever with Draco and his bloody lectures. Then, Draco flicked his wrist and the door flipped on to the other side - and several more times before it was hoisted back up on to the wall several feet from where it originally was.

Draco turned back to Harry and smiled. He jerked his head lightly towards the door. 'Go ahead,' he said and took Harry's hand.

Harry walked up to the door slowly, Draco close behind him and opened the door. It was completely black inside until he stepped in. The five torches on the wall suddenly lit to reveal a bare room made of dark, nearly black, stones. The type of stone you'd find in the deepest part of the dungeons - the lower levels. However, in the centre of the room was a bowl-like altar filled with water and in the water, in the middle of the altar was a marble sphere, black as the midnight sky.

'This,' Draco said as he let go of Harry's hand and gestured to the room. 'Is your sanctuary.'

'Well - what is it?'

'You made this room. To get away from the world. This pedestal here,' he walked over towards the large black marble ball in the water. 'Is like the brain of the room. Touch it and it will give you what you ask it. From simple libraries - to watching your own life play before your very eyes.'

'Why did he do this?'

'If you knew Harry like I did - if you had to endure the pain and suffering as he did - you wouldn't be asking such a question. Harry made this to escape the world and relive the past. To see his mistakes and wonder how he could have changed it. No matter how painful it was to endure, he would come in here several times a week and just sit in here, whether it be to study or to sit and watch. He was rather obsessed with his life. He wrote about it, talked about it. He even made jokes about it, even though it wasn't all that funny. And he burnt it. Every paper he wrote he'd light it on fire. I read some of it once, it was too depressing and sick to finish. He was so obsessed he'd get lost in it.'

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. 'It was awful to watch him. It wasn't that he was depressed - well, most of the time. Just that he was morbid enough to make himself depressed. There's also this smell from his childhood that makes him utterly sick. He'll retch for several hours until he can will himself enough to forget the smell.'

'What smell?'

'I dunno, actually. I'm not sure that I've ever smelt it, but Harry described it as roses and faeces. He tried to explain it to me several times, but he never got much further than two sentences before he'd start crying. It was horrible to watch, and then he would explain to me that his father abused him more mentally that physically - like a science experiment, he said. He could handle the beatings, but not the rape. His father would use that to get to him. And sometimes I wonder how much longer it would have been before he'd've snapped - completely void of emotion. It shows even now sometimes. How he'd look so lost and emotionless, and how it would finally take someone grabbing his shoulder to bring him back to reality, no matter how many times we called his name. It'd scare the crap out of me.'

Harry watched as Draco explained and as he walked over to the pedestal, grabbing Harry and dragging him with him. 'Touch it,' said Draco and Harry looked at it warily. He stepped forward and lifted his hand.

'Think about your childhood. Simply ask about it in your head.'

And Harry did just as his two fingers, index and middle, touched the black marble.

And suddenly the torches flickered before going out completely. They waited a moment and nothing happened.

'Draco?'

But slowly, something started coming into view. The pedestal was gone and the room was gone, replaced by another. A larger one. Draco looked down at him and smiled sadly, and Harry looked on.

Harry recognised a little boy, his head bowed and hidden, walking past them hurriedly and would have smiled, but instead stood shocked as the younger Harry limped, blood slithering down his ankles.

Draco looked down at him, his smile no longer there. 'I hope you're ready for this,' Draco said and began to follow seven-year-old Harry.

They walked up the stairs after younger Harry and to the bathroom. The door was closed and Draco stopped, leaning against the wall next to the door.

'Now, what?' asked Harry. Draco brought his finger up to his lips and they merely stood there, waiting.

Suddenly there were footsteps coming up the stairs. His father appeared and started towards them looking in neither of their directions. He stopped at the door and put his ear to it before walking in. Harry got a glimpse of his younger self sitting on the toilet, his bloody underwear around his ankles - tears falling freely from his eyes.

He looked up in horror at his father who had just walked in - and the door slammed shut.

There was a short pause before Harry heard his younger voice call out hysterically. 'oh no. not again. NO! LET ME GO!'

'SHUT UP!' his father slapped him. And soon, the bathroom was filled with screams.

Harry suddenly gasped, tears in his eyes. And it was suddenly black again before the torches in the dark circular dungeons room lit. The pedestal was back and Harry remained immobile.

How could my father do such a thing to me? Did he really hate me that much? Harry kept asking himself.

'HARRY!' Draco cried and shook him.

'Draco! Sorry. I didn't mean to daze off like that,' said Harry.

'It's all right. And what'd I tell you about apologising? C'mon. Let's get out of here for a while,' said Draco and turned towards the door, pulling Harry with him.

'But - I -'

'Harry, there will always be another day,' said Draco and they left.

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The Slytherin Common Room was quiet. Too quiet. Harry and Draco stood at the entrance as everyone stared at them.

Draco cleared his throat. 'Hi everyone. It's nice to know everyone's discreet enough to stare.'

'IT'S ABOUT BLOODY TIME YOU DECIDED TO FUCKING SHOW UP!' Harry recognised the girl as Pansy Parkinson as she walked up to them. She immediately threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. 'The common room hasn't been the same without you. It's wonderful to have you back.'

Harry returned the hug. 'It's great to be back. Pomfrey said I was lucky enough to be alive.'

Pansy dragged Harry over to the group of other Slytherins to say hello to everyone. Draco smiled as he watched his lover being dragged away to the mass of girls next to the fireplace.

'Hey, Draco,' Draco turned to find Theodore Nott, a rather close friend of his walking up to him. 'Thought it be a bit longer 'til you came back with Harry? You know, doing a little 'catching up'.'

Draco laughed. 'Yeah. We've been at it since he got out of the infirmary,' but in reality, he felt horrible about lying to his best friend.

'Spare me the details,' Theodore laughed and threw an arm around his shoulder. 'C'mon. I'll play you a game of Wizard's Chess.'

Draco just noticed Harry and the girls running through the hallway to the girls' dormitories, and smiled.

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'And Jamie kissed me. I was so embarrassed,' said Tracey Davis, as Harry had come to know her name. She was pink in the cheeks. He smiled at her.

'Harry!' Millicent Bulstrode barked at him again. 'I swear on Salazar Slytherin's name that if you don't hold still until I'm done, I'm going to shove this lipstick down your throat.'

'I'll bet you would,' Harry replied. Millicent hit him upside the head and Pansy came forward with pale facial foundation.

'Move over a bit. I've gotta put this on to hide those hideous scars.'

'Gee, thanks, Pansy!' Harry chimed.

'HARRY!' Millicent screamed at him. 'OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU, I SWEAR IT!'

Millicent was suddenly pulled back by Daphne Greengrass, a seventh year like Harry, and Zoë Malice, a third year.

'Stop being so melodramatic...' said Harry as Pansy powdered his face. His thick black eye brows stood out more and his green eyes dazzled. Pansy stepped back and smiled.

'You look so sexy, Harry, and it's such a shame you're gay,' she sighed and grabbed the eyeliner. She opened the cap. 'All right, close your eyes.'

Harry did and Pansy leaned in and started on his right eye. Millicent was glaring at Harry, her arms and legs bound. 'You're lucky everyone likes you so much Potter or else you'd already have my fist shoved down your trachea trying to rip out your lungs.'

'Well, I'm sorry to upset you so much Bulstrode, but the only things that go down my mouth is food, water and Draco's --'

'Don't say it, Harry!' Pansy cut him off quickly as she slapped him playfully.

'--tongue!' said Harry with a sly smile. 'I was going to say Draco's tongue.'

'You filthy little liar!' said Mali Adams, another seventh-year.

'All right, I lied. Draco's cock.'

'HARRY JAMES POTTER!' Pansy cried and slapped him across the face. 'THERE ARE FIRST YEARS IN HERE!'

'Oh. So, what? Are you saying they're to immature to be listening to our conversations?' asked Harry.

Pansy growled. 'Shut up, Harry. Stop putting words into my mouth.'

Harry gave her a very Slytherin-like smirk.

'Now, close your eyes. I have to finish this so you can look nice for Draco.'

'Are you saying that I usually look ugly for Draco?'

Pansy laughed. 'Shut up, Harry.'

'Yeah, Potter, do as Pansy tells you and act like the little whipped boy that you are,' Millicent quipped.

'Shut up, Bulstrode before you lose a couple of front teeth.'

'Oh, that was witty, Potter,' said Bulstrode.

'Well, I saw no need to waste my witticism of someone with the intelligence of an eight-year-old,' said Harry.

'You cad!'

'Starting with the old outdated terms, are we, Millicent?' asked Harry. 'Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat.'

'What the hell? What did you just say?'

'It's a really old Irish Gaelic curse,' said Harry. 'It means 'may the cat eat you and may the devil eat the cat.'

'That's it?' asked Millicent.

'Have something better?'

Millicent didn't say anything.

Pansy stood back and looked at Harry. Everyone else gathered around and their eyes widened. 'You are so getting laid tonight, Potter.'

'More like I'm going to be the one laying,' Harry smiled and looked in the mirror Pansy held up.

'Damn!' said Harry.

'You're so hot!' said one of the second years Harry couldn't remember.

'Yeah...' he said. 'Thanks. And for doing this. You think he'll like it?'

'Harry...he'll be trying to get you in bed for the rest of the day.'

'Good thing it's the weekend or the professors would have kittens.'

'No joke,' said Harry. He looked up at Pansy. 'Can I go show Draco.'

'Duh, Harry. That's why we fucking did it, you dipshit,' said Millicent as her bonds were undone and she stood. She walked up to him. 'We only do it so we can watch you and Draco snog each other senseless.'

'Really?'

'Haven't we had this discussion before? I swear that we have.'

'I must've forgotten. Some of my memories have gone since the fall.'

'Really? Why didn't you tell us?' asked Pansy who looked rather concerned.

'Well, Draco told me not to tell, he wanted to see how well I'd do without anyone knowing. Just don't tell him I told you.'

'Don't worry. I'm just glad you told us,' said Millicent. 'Is there anything we can do?'

'Unless you can spare me more of Draco's lectures, I don't think there's much you can do.'

'How much have you forgot?' said Pansy warily. 'You're not speaking the entire truth, I can tell.'

Harry shifted on his feet, 'Can I go see Draco?'

'Harry...' Pansy held him in place with both he hands firmly on his shoulder. 'How much have you forgotten?'

Harry's worry lines were back. 'A-all - everything... I've forgotten everything. I can't even remember half of you. Draco's been teaching me for the past two days.'

'Are you serious? You've forgot everything? Including your father?' asked Pansy. Harry nodded. 'Well, I suppose that's a good thing...'

'Yeah - I suppose,' said Harry.

'Don't worry, Harry,' Millicent hugged him. 'You'll get them back.'

'I'm not going to get my hopes up.'

'I wouldn't either,' said Pansy. 'But - as long as you know what's happened.'

'Yes, I know...' Harry said softly. 'And besides, Draco's determined to get the old me back anyway.'

'We'll love you no matter what, Harry - though, I think it's a good idea for you to have a break from everything - and better if you never have to remember that again.'

Harry looked into his friend's eyes and smiled warmly. 'Thank you,' he whispered. 'You don't know how much that means to me.'

Pansy smiled and hugged him too. 'Let's go find Draco.'

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'Hey, Baby!' everyone's head in the Slytherin common room turned to the owner's voice who stood sexily against the wall of the corridor to the girls' dormitories. Draco's eyes widened as he saw Harry standing there.

'H-h-hi...' Draco stuttered.

'Draco, don't be daft. Are you going to keep me waiting?' and as soon as Harry's sultry voice hit his ears he launched himself out of his seat and to Harry's side.

'Y-you look nice,' Draco's brain was failing him. He was going for the simplest of words with short, curt sentences. Nothing fancy, Draco, you might look stupid.

'Well, don't hurt yourself too much over the compliments, dear,' said Harry before he shoved Draco against the wall and whispered in the same sultry voice in Draco's ear where only the two of them could hear. 'I want you, Draco. I want to ravish you, to have you underneath me, screaming my name.'

He pressed his body full against Draco to show his lover just how much he wanted Draco at the moment, but he wasn't the only one ready for it.

Harry may have been next to near a virgin, but he wasn't clueless on the art of seduction.

'I'm glad we charmed that lipstick, Millicent, or you might just be ready to curse Draco and Harry to the next several millenia.'

'Who, me?' asked Millicent innocently.

'Just look at them though,' Pansy sighed. 'What I wouldn't give to see those two go at it.'

'Hey, Harry! You can use our rooms if you want,' Millicent called to them.

'Really?'

'Yeah. On one condition.'

'What's that?'

'Pansy and I get to watch.'

'No, Harry,' said Draco when he say the look on Harry's face.

'Why not?' asked Harry.

'Because I'm really not into the whole exhibition thing.'

'Let them watch just this once, I really don't want to walk all the way to our quarters with a hard on,' said Harry softly. 'Besides, by the time we get there, the mood'll be ruined.'

'No,' but Harry insisted.

'Lead the way!'

'Harry!'

TBC (A/N: Sorry for the cliffie, but I needed something to start with for the next chapter. ;) Please review!Laterz!)