Author notes: Oh, jeez. Sorry these chapters are so ridiculously short. Anyway, on with the funbox.
Chapter Two: In which Harry and Draco have a milestone moment
This was almost too much for Draco. He was completely caught of guard—what Harry had said, the way Harry had said it and the glance Harry was now giving Draco combined to nearly overwhelm him with flirtatiousness. Draco gave a strange sort of shudder, eye twitching, and felt a most inopportune sensation south of his navel. Crossing his legs deftly (Draco was most well-practiced at this, what with his close proximity to Harry for much of the school year), Draco gave Harry what he hoped was a casually quizzical look and tried to make sense of what he had said.
"What do you mean, who am…wait. Holy…you…you don't remember?" It began to sink in as Harry shook his head slowly, looking bemused.
"No," he said, looking at Draco with what Draco would have called more interest than was really fair.
He's so hot when he's confused, thought Draco. His mind began to slip away, into that familiar fantasy world…Harry coughed quietly, looking amused, and Draco snapped back to reality. Mentally shaking himself, he crossed his legs more firmly and returned to the issue at hand. "So you don't remember…anything? Nothing from before you bumped your head?" Harry shook his head, still looking politely puzzled and completely focused on Draco. Draco's mind raced. He doesn't remember because he bumped his head when he fell of his broom…he's got amnesia! But…but I…
Draco felt like there was a fierce tennis match going on inside his brain. He didn't know what nefarious plot to pursue first. Heart racing and legs crossed more tightly than ever, he decided to wing it. "I…um…well, your name's Harry," he said in what he hoped was a matter-of-fact voice, "and I'm Draco, and I'm--" Draco paused for a fraction of a second, knowing it was a totally crazy thing to do, then plowed on recklessly. "I'm your boyfriend. I can't believe you would forget!" He tried to sound hurt, gave up and tried to laugh. It came out a ridiculously high giggle. He turned the deepest shade of red he had ever turned and hid his face in his shoulder, coughing furiously to hide his embarrassment.
It had suddenly occurred to him just how ridiculous this plan was.
Harry, on the other hand, could not have been more pleased with how this scheme was working out. He had been expecting to have to pretend to fall for Draco in his befuddled state, but Draco was serving him his story on a silver platter!
He watched Draco flush and turn away, feeling rather pleased with himself.
God…what a gorgeous kid, he thought dully, staring transfixed at Draco's flushed face, his tensed, nervous body, his crossed legs. Harry quietly decided that now would probably be a good time to take a leaf out of Draco's book in that last regard.
"So, um," said Harry, thinking fast about how he could make this even remotely convincing, "how…did I get here?"
"Oh, well, you fell of your broom," said Draco eagerly, proffering it, glad to sound confident in what he was saying for once.
Harry remembered how Professor Lockhart had been completely clueless about everything, including magic, after having his memory modified in their second year. He looked politely puzzled. "Broom?" he asked.
"Yeah, you hit a branch and—oh, wait. You mean you don't remember anything…at all?" Draco winced. This evil scheme was turning out to be more complicated than he had anticipated.
"Well, we're wizards, you see," he said slowly and awkwardly, "and we have all sorts of magical things. See, I have a wand." He pulled it out. "Look, I can use it to do magic, see? Accio branch!" The branch responsible for Harry's fall came zooming over to the pair of them. "And you can fly on this," he added, gesturing to the broom." You were flying, over these woods, but you hit that branch I summoned—" he pointed— "and…fell, and then I found you and I woke you back up, and now…here…we are," he finished stupidly.
Harry tried to look surprised and interested, but succeeded only in looking rather hungrily at Draco's ass. Draco swallowed, staring at Harry with such concentration that he thought it must have been burning a hole in Harry's face.
They sat there sheepishly for an extremely awkward moment, neither realizing just how ridiculous their acting was. Nor did either comprehend that the other was totally faking their story in every way. They were determined to have this excuse to finally show something other than contempt and hatred for each other. And this was why Draco did this:
"I…well…" he stammered. "I'm g-glad I found you. I was so w-worried!" And, throwing caution to the winds, Draco threw his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him.
The kiss lasted for a long time, and was particularly good for a their first kiss. It was as though their mouths were made for each other. If Draco had not been somewhat preoccupied, he would have realized in an instant that Harry was buying quite willingly into Draco's total lack of any attempt to make this seem like a normal, everyday thing. Draco, however, was reasonably distracted.
On the other end of their never-ending kiss, Harry wasn't exactly deep in thought either.
