Oblivio Nex
Chapter 7
It was late in the afternoon when Harry and Draco got back from walking around Hogwarts, as they'd managed to get lost on several occasions. They were completely at fault for this, as almost every five minutes they'd get distracted by each other and have to stop for a quick kissing session under the Invisibility Cloak. These little stops were always followed with a mild disorientation, and added to the fact that they swore the corridors were moving, it took quite a while before they were able to get back to the infirmary.
They crept silently into the Hospital Wing, seeing Madam Pomfrey, who was almost at the end of her tether with a Neville Someone who'd accidentally turned his arm into a tentacle. The boy, if what Madam Pomfrey said was true, was constantly in the ward for one reason or another.
The two boys slipped passed the distressed boy and exasperated nurse and quietly entered their room. As soon as they got inside, Draco dispelled the Illusion charm and watched Harry flop down onto his bed.
"Well, we've certainly had an interesting day," the boy remarked from his tired position.
Draco smirked and followed Harry onto the bed, climbing on top of the raven-haired boy seductively. Dracokissed him slowly, teasingly, and just as Harry was starting to respond to the kiss Draco pulled back and looked at him archly.
"Hey!" Harry grumbled as he tried to grab the blonde.
Draco dodged the hand and quickly slid off Harry's bed and onto his own, laughing at Harry's annoyed expression.
"What was that all about?" Harry demanded.
"That was for pushing me against the wall this morning and turning me on so much it hurt to walk afterwards," Draco said, his eyes narrowing at the memory.
Harry grinned at the boy's endearing, triumphant look, and laughed when Draco scowled back at him.
"I'm sorry Draco," Harry said as he continued laughing, "But you really have no idea how adorable you are, and besides, do you think you were the only one with a walking problem – why do you think I pushed you up against the wall in the first place?"
Draco flushed a little at that. Just as he was going to respond to Harry's leering look Madam Pomfrey bustled in, looking a little harassed.
"Ah, so you two have finally finished your work have you? I think you should take a few days off after all you've done today. I didn't hear one thing from this room today and I thought you'd fallen asleep at first, but then I saw that you were doing work," Madam Pomfrey said, still a little amazed.
Harry and Draco exchanged slightly guilty looks.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey we weren't exactly-"
"-wanting to make a fuss, we thought you were busy so we didn't want to make any more problems then you already had," Draco said, shooting an annoyed look at Harry.
Madam Pomfrey smiled at them fondly.
"Yes, you are quite right, the students have been keeping me very busy today. The first year potions classes are always the worst," Madam Pomfrey grimaced. "Well, I've just brought you boys your dinner and since it looks as though you haven't had your lunch, you'd better eat all of it."
"We will, thanks, Madam Pomfrey," Draco said with a polite smile as the nurse left.
"What on earth were you thinking, telling her the truth?" Draco asked as he turned to Harry.
Harry sighed. "I know, but I just felt so guilty, and she's so nice and-"
"Harry, she wouldn't have been nice if you'd told her. She'd have been furious if you'd explained exactly why we were so 'good' today," Draco said.
"I know. I guess my instincts just took over," Harry smiled helplessly.
"Well, it's a good thing that my instincts did, too," Draco commented as he joined Harry in eating.
Harry looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, when I lied… I don't know. It just came to me a little too easily," Draco said frowning into his pumpkin juice. "Like when I talked to Blaise, it was effortless, as if he was meant to obey me. It was as though I slipped on a mask I didn't know I had; so seamlessly that I hardly noticed it."
Harry frowned too but said nothing. There was such a lot they didn't know. They didn't even know who they were, what they were really like…
"Do you think we're acting like our true selves?" Harry asked as he ate a little more of the dinner Madam Pomfrey had given them.
"You mean; are we really 'us' without our memories?" Draco paused uneasily. "I'm not sure. But I don't really believe that we couldn't be who we really are, and if we're different in our 'real life' then that's something false. I can't imagine anything that could change what I'm like, how I act at the moment. Can you?"
"No, I think I'm me. Nothing'll change that," Harry said reassuringly, hearing the anxiety behind Draco's question.
Draconodded.
The rest of the meal passed in silence and at the end of it, there was a familiar tapping.
Draco got up automatically and opened the window, smiling as the snowy white owl landed gracefully on his arm. He stroked her affectionately and the bird hooted in contentment.
Harry just watched the boy with a fond grin, amused at how only a couple of visits had made Draco so attached to the bird.
"Watch out, that thing might be rabid!" Harry mocked him lightly.
Draco shot him a glare, but a small smile formed on his face.
"Okay, I'll admit I was wrong, but that's your quota filled out for the next decade. The owl's cost you, Potter," Draco said playfully, as the white owl hooted softly and flew over to rest on the bedpost.
Harry smiled, walked over to Draco and kissed him soundly on the lips.
"Worth it," Harry whispered.
Draco looked up at him warmly as Harry kissed him again, though this time it was a much more slow and sensuous kiss. Draco relaxed into the Harry's soothing embrace as Harry pulled him down onto the bed. Contented, the two lay there next to each other.
"So, what are you going to write to Ron and Hermione? When are you going to see them and how do you intend to do it?" Draco asked as he absently played with the end of Harry's sleeve.
"Well, I'm going to write to ask them to come here to meet us and we'll basically tell them that if they're people we trust, then they could help us," Harry explained.
"How will they get in?"
"I'll send the Invisibility Cloak with the letter," Harry said promptly.
"Wow, I'm impressed; planning and everything, where did your brain find the time?" Draco asked as he looked up at Harry mischievously.
"Well, these last couple of hours I've had all the time in the world. I'm being stalked by this obsessed little blonde who keeps trying to jump me," Harry grinned as he grabbed some paper and a quill from down the side of his bed where he kept his infinitely unorganised homework.
"Well, if you don't like said attentions of the obsessed little blonde then I'm sure he can take them elsewhere," Draco said archly.
Harry laughed and moved back to his previous position next to Draco, giving him an affectionate kiss.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Draco melted under Harry's soft touch and rolled his eyes at himself for acting like such a girl – if he kept this up Potter would be able to get away with anything in the future. If they had a future… Draco frowned slightly before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the boy next to him. Draco watched Harry as he began the letter, and made suggestions (or rather demands) regarding the things Harry wrote.
Dear Hermione and Ron,
I have reason to believe you two are people I trust. If you really care about us
"Put 'you'. Merlin, Harry, how many times must I tell you: they don't like me!"
me then can you please visit u – me at the infirmary, as I have come to the conclusion that Draco and I are in danger. I've sent an Invisibility Cloak with the letter so you'll be able to get in. Please come as soon as you can,
Love,
Harry and Draco.
"Change it Potter, we're not at the stage of signing seasonal cards yet."
"My name will look lonely on its own…"
"Change it."
Love,
Harry.
"You know, just 'cause you're my boyfriend doesn't mean you get to order me about," Harry moaned.
Draco raised his eyebrows at him.
"Harry, I would order you about anyway. You need some direction in your life, all anyone needs to do is to look at your hair to see that," Draco said witheringly.
Harry rolled his eyes at the blonde's melodrama as he tied the letter to the owl's foot. Draco got up and let the owl fly out and Harry quickly grabbed his unsuspecting boyfriend and pulled him onto his bed, pinning him down effectively.
"Hmm, now where were we?" Harry said mischievously.
Draco wriggled a little, trying to get out of the boy's hold but soon gave up when he found Harry's strength was too much.
"Pillock," Draco muttered as Harry grinned at him happily.
"No, Harry," the Gryffindor corrected, before he swiftly leaned down to shut Draco's protesting mouth, smiling when Draco instantly relaxed into the kiss.
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Harry and Draco were amazed when the owl came back only an hour later. They quickly let her in and Harry read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I hope you're okay. We were forbidden to contact you - somehow McGonagall found out about our letter - but if you're in trouble then Ron and I are ready to help.
Some of the things in your letter were rather puzzling but I'm sure we'll work them out when we see you later. Ron and I will meet you in the Hospital Wing at 9pm. Please try to stay out of trouble!
Hermione.
"So, they'll be coming round soon?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing calculatingly.
Harry nodded distractedly.
"Nervous?" Draco smirked at the anxious boy.
"Nope," Harry lied.
Draco looked up into emerald eyes and smirked.
"Liar."
Harry laughed.
"I'm going to have a shower," Draco suddenly announced.
Harry quickly grabbed Draco's arm before he crawled off the bed.
"What?" Draco asked, frowning slightly.
"Don't be too long, I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss you. Don't get any strange or sudden urges to clean yourself for too long," Harry said, arching his eyebrows knowingly.
Draco rolled his eyes, inwardly cursing at the boy's accurate guess.
"Wouldn't miss all this for the world!" Dracoshot over his shoulder as he walked away.
Harry laughed at the Slytherin, knowing all too well Draco would rather not be there to meet and greet with the two 'friends'. But then again he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to either.
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To be continued…