Oblivio Nex
Chapter 9
"Oblivio Nex! Oh! You stupid boys!" Hermione exclaimed furiously.
Harry and Draco looked at the bushy haired girl, surprised by her outburst.
"I don't believe it. This is just like you to get mixed up in something like this, Harry," Hermione reprimanded. She then glanced towards where Ron was glowering at Malfoy and sighed.
"Oh, do stop it Ron. Harry, and Malfoy, too, for that matter, isn't himself at the moment."
"What do you mean? Some kind of spell?" Ron asked suspiciously, as he eyed the Slytherin.
"Yes, sort of, it's-"
"A potion that makes you forget. Now, if you would have just waited for an explanation instead of attacking Draco, then you would know that by now," Harry said, throwing an irritated look at the pair.
Hermione noted that Harry still stood between Ron and Malfoy, and seeing Harry's protective stance she smiled at him reassuringly. Harry had always been protective of his friends, and it seemed as though he'd made one of Malfoy.
"We are sorry Harry, we just jumped to conclusions. Isn't that right, Ron?" Hermione said, giving Ron a sharp look.
"Um, yeah… So you've lost all your memories? Him, too?" Ron asked, gesturing at Draco.
Harry nodded.
"Great," Ron muttered as he slumped down on the bed next to Hermione.
Harry relaxed slightly as the redhead sat down, and looked behind him at Draco. The smaller boy returned his look calmly, giving away nothing of what was going on in his head. Harry gave him a tight smile and Draco relaxed a fraction when Harry also sat.
"So I assume you don't know how this all came about?" Hermione asked, addressing both boys.
Harry glanced at Draco fretfully and both boys wondered how much she knew about the potion. Draco looked at her calculatingly and knew from the concern that shined in her eyes as she looked at Harry that she knew everything.
"I took the potion, don't worry about Harry," Draco said softly, avoiding the girl's sudden shocked look.
Draco felt Harry stiffen beside him and he sighed inwardly, knowing the other boy was hurting from this repeated confession.
"You? But why would you - and how did Harry end up drinking it, too?" Hermione asked, more from thinking aloud if nothing else.
"I don't know," Draco smiled a little, "Obviously."
Ron was watching the blonde boy with an increasing interest that didn't go unnoticed by Draco.
"So, you don't remember a thing?" Ron asked Draco, who shook his head. "Then tell me what you think about Dark Wizards."
"Ron!" Hermione scolded the boy.
Harry frowned, wondering what it was Ron was getting at. But his attention was suddenly drawn to the boy beside him as his voice rang out sharply.
"I hate them, people educated in the Dark Arts are not real people. They live only to hurt others, which is one of the lowest lusts of all. They're cold, horrible creatures that are barely human," Draco hissed, surprised at his own abrupt anger that seemed to seep from deep inside his soul.
Both Ron and Hermione looked stunned and Harry gave his boyfriend a concerned look. He moved his hand to the small of Draco's back comfortingly, outside of Ron and Hermione's view. Draco looked at him and his eyes softened a little, thankful for the gesture.
"Well, this is a surprise," Hermione murmured quietly, her eyes taking in the scene in front of her and noticing everything that had been spoken, and the rest that had been left unsaid.
"You can say that again," Ron said, still stunned at Draco's answer. "Can this potion change personalities, Hermione?"
"What? No, Ron, don't be silly. The potion makes you forget certain facts but it doesn't take away personal feeling or opinions. It can't take away a person's character," Hermione said throwing the two boys a wondering look.
Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry in an 'I told you so' expression butHarry just rolled his eyes at him.
"And you two have been getting along?" Ron asked, aghast.
Harry smiled uncertainly "Didn't we before?"
"No! You and Malfoy hate each other," Ron exclaimed before Hermione could answer.
Hermione watched Harry and Malfoy's faces fall, and for some inexplicable reason she found herself sympathising with the two, who'd obviously become more to each other than they'd ever been. She knew that it probably wasn't the best thing they could have done in this situation but something about the near adoration in Malfoy's eyes and how Harry returned that look warmly affected Hermione in a way she didn't understand, and for once she listened to her instincts instead of her head.
"You were both obviously going against your natures though," she ventured.
"What?" Ron stared at her as if she'd just suggested that the idea of a threesome with Snape actually wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Well, I mean, if you both enjoy each other's company and haven't tried to kill each other or anything, then it's quite clear that your personalities appreciate each other's. It's just the different circumstances that caused you not to be friends before," Hermione finished ignoring Ron's look of horror.
Harry and Draco smiled, looking a little happier, while Ron just sat in sulky silence.
"Can you tell us then?" Harry asked. "Tell us everything."
Hermione bit her lip, unsure.
"I don't think you'll like it," Hermione said, her eyes flickered to Draco.
Harry glanced at the wizard next to him, Harry's hand still resting on his back. Silver eyes looked at him determinedly and he sighed.
"Tell us."
And so she did.
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Draco was still sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the floor after the two Gryffindors left, his mind wrapped up in the sinister play of good and evil that had been warring through both his and Harry's lives.
He couldn't believe what Hermione had told him. Of course, she couldn't tell him much about himself and she was puzzled about some of his views as it appeared he had been quite a different person. Hermione had left him with various theories about his changed nature, ranging from Imperious curse to ignoring his true emotions, but he'd hardly listened to her, so stuck in his own thoughts of how he could possibly have done everything they'd described. Even Ron had soon gotten tired of taunting the blonde once he'd seen how it was affecting him. How Draco could have practically terrorised an entire school, including the staff, just for his own malicious desire was disturbingly puzzling.
Loving fingers caressed his soft cheek and Draco glanced up at the green-eyed boy whom he'd thought he had belonged to.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked in a whisper.
"No. I'm not," Draco said bluntly, letting Harry wrap his arms around him and hold him there.
"I'm sorry."
"What for? You didn't do all those horrible things I did, did you? You're not the son of a Death Eater," Draco spat, looking away ashamed.
Harry studied his boyfriend as Draco sighed and wearily rested his head on Harry's chest. Harry, too, had hated what Ron and Hermione had told him; he couldn't believe that he was so unlucky in life for one thing, and that Draco was so apparently 'bad' for another. Harry didn't want to remember the truth, didn't want to think about their now-even-stranger situation. Harry stroked the white blonde locks and then tilted Draco's head up with a finger under his downcast face.
"Listen to me, your father may be a Death Eater but I know there's no way you'd ever be one yourself," Harry playfully lifted up Draco's sleeve, "See? There's no Mark."
Draco looked at his grinning lover and smiled back tentatively.
"And even if there was, I wouldn't hate you," Harry said, as he gently pressed his lips to Draco's.
Draco gave a soft moan as Harry deepened the kiss and pushed him back onto the bed, giving into the other boy's show of affection and the escape it offered from their present problems. Harry kissed the slender boy beneath him with all the passion he could summon. They were reassuring kisses, promising kisses, loving kisses, and he lost himself in the feeling of Draco's responsive and talented tongue.
Delicate fingers wound up into Harry's messy dark hair and Draco gave a small mewl as Harry's body suddenly came into full contact with his own.Harry gave the boy underneath him a roguish grin as he pressed his groin down onto Draco's and the pale boy's cheeks pinked, half in embarrassment and half in desire.
"Harry," Draco gasped as he arched against his lover, Harry's hands running hungrily down his still clothed body.
Both boys were oblivious to all else but each other, this new development of their intimacy being the focus of their minds and bodies. Ignoring their anxieties, they gave into desire with an ease that surprised them both later on.
Harry crashed his lips down to Draco's pink, wet mouth and he unleashed the passion that had been growing inside him ever since he'd first seen the silver haired Slytherin. Draco whimpered slightly as Harry snaked one hand up his shirt to softly play with his nipple, the other hand slowly opening the boy's shirt. Draco arched against Harry again and both boys moaned with mutual lust as their arousal increased.
Harry grinned as he heard Draco whimper again when he stroked the boy's smooth chest and he tenderly kissed his neck, sucking slightly as he indulged a sudden impulsive and possessive urge to mark Draco as his own. Draco hardly seemed to notice as he writhed pleasantly under Harry's ministrations, and Harry continued to move against the breathless blonde. Their breaths came in short gasps as the friction between them increased; suddenly Harry started to grind down onto Draco harder and faster. Both their lips met in one final desperate kiss as they both came, panting in surprise over the furious force of their climax.
Harry smiled down at Draco, who seemed to be in a cute kind of daze, and he kissed him gently.
Dracolooked up at Harry, and smiled at the goofy expression that was on Harry's face.
"You look like the cat that just ate the canary," Draco noted with a sleepy smirk.
"Well I did, and it was yummy," Harry grinned as he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and pulled the slender boy closer to him.
"I'm glad you found it so tasty," Draco murmured, his silvery eyes shining up at Harry, pleased.
"Well, I think I'll have to have another taste before I'm completely satisfied," Harry said seriously.
"Oh yes, that's probably best, to be sure," Draco nodded, before giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Did you just giggle?" Harry asked amusedly as he looked at his boyfriend.
"Maybe I did, but who cares? I think I'm entitled to giggle some after that," Draco smirked.
"Now who's the cat?" Harry asked.
"Stop analysing me, Potter and go to sleep," Draco reprimanded, snuggling up to Harry.
Harry smiled down at the beautiful boy in his arms, before doing just that.
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Harry shifted closer to the warmth on his left, flexing his arm that had gone numb from the slight weight on it. He grinned sleepily when he realised what it was and opened his eyes to see his beautiful lover.
He studied Draco, a faint smile on his face as he saw the white blonde hair which covered half the pale boy's face. The small strip of light that peeked in through the curtains seemed to catch that side of his face and highlight the silver locks that fell gracefully across his delicate cheeks.Harry lightly traced the strip of light from forehead to small chin and then stopped suddenly with a frown, remembering the darker aspect of the slender boy's life, all the things that Hermione and Ron had told them about last night.
How had things become so difficult? From the sound of it, Harry's own life had been nothing but unfairness, but still, why did Dracoand he have to be enemies?
"Troubles, Harry?"
Harry turned his head around sharply to see Dumbledore standing by the doorway.
The headmaster smiled slightly and took a step forward, gesturing to a chair near the bed.
"Would you mind if I sat?" he asked.
Harry wondered why Dumbledore was acting so oddly polite and then realised that he was still in bed with Draco wrapped in his arms. Harry blushed, his cheeks a hot red.
"O-of course, sorry Headmaster, I-"
"It's all right Harry, don't move on my account. Though, perhaps it would be for the best if you did so before Madam Pomfrey came in here, she wouldn't be too happy, I believe," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he sat down.
Harry nervously did as he was told, uncomfortable. He studied the headmaster, who was smiling back at him cheerfully, and finally burst out, "Aren't we going to be punished?"
Dumbledore looked vaguely amused by the notion, but Harry had come to realise that this was Dumbledore's usual expression and thus decided it really wasn't an answer.
"I mean, we're not supposed to be doing this, right? And you probably think because we're rivals it wouldn't last?" Harry asked again.
Dumbledore still said nothing and this only made Harry's anger flare up suddenly. It seemed as if Dumbledore doubted Harry, as if he believed that Harry was fooling himself.
"Well, you're wrong, it will work!"
Draco stirred next to him and Harry unconsciously took hold of the Slytherin's slender hands comfortingly as he glared at Dumbledore defensively.
"Why can't I have this? He makes me happy, and I should be happy – I deserve it after what I've been through. And perhaps it's better this way, perhaps I don't even want that old life back," Harry said, his rage at the whole situation finally coming out, "Sod that life, I'm sure I'd be far happier with Draco than I've ever been!"
Dumbledore looked at the boy, his old eyes suddenly tinted with sadness and Harry frowned, looking down at his hand that still was intertwined with Draco's pale ones. He took a deep breath and willed himself to calm down, upset that he'd shouted at the man.
"You should have told us," Harry said quietly.
"I thought you'd like some peace, Harry, a little time where you wouldn't have these burdens you deal with. I thought you both would," Dumbledore said sadly, "You're both so young yet, and the things that have happened in the small amount of time you have been alive would terrify some adults."
Harry bit his lip uncertainly and his grip on Draco tightened a little.
"I don't understand why he would, he would… what happened to him? Was it him?" Harry asked, a protective glint in his fierce green eyes.
"Nothing is quite certain Harry, and I only know pieces of his story. We were working on a way to save him, yet we had only just found out he was in trouble, it was an accident that we even found that out, and we were late. If you need to know, Draco should be the one to tell you, I think."
"How can he tell me when he doesn't remember?" Harry said a little snappily.
"Professor Snape is working on that right now. The antidote should be ready in less than a week," Dumbledore said gently. "I suggest you ready yourself for that. I'll see you soon, Harry."
Harry nodded, a little stunned at the news, as he watched the old wizard walk out of the room, softly closing the door behind him.Harry sighed wearily when Dumbledore had gone and looked down at his sleeping boyfriend.
The boy wondered darkly if his old life would even be interrupted by this wonderful interlude, if both he and Draco could look past their bad history and carry on in the future as they were now. Harry hoped with all his heart that this would be so. He knew he was beginning to fall in love with Draco, and couldn't help but enjoy the fall.
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To be continued…