Oblivio Nex

Chapter 16

Draco woke up slowly, his head still fuzzy with sleep.

He saw green eyes watching him and he smiled a little, reaching out and pulling the other boy onto the bed next to him where Draco had fallen asleep after his shower.

The other boy resisted for a moment before finally allowing Draco to drag him down next to him, the sleepy blonde still under the covers and oblivious to Harry's awkwardness. Draco's slender hands slipped around Harry's waist and he rested his head on the dark-haired boy's chest, smiling with contentment as he cuddled up to Harry and he then closed his eyes again, still tired from his night spent pacing the hallways after the meeting with Zabini.

Harry looked down at his rival, his green eyes betraying every emotion he felt. The anger, the love, the hate and lust all swirled together to form the confused mass of emotions that flowed through Harry.

"What have you done to me, Draco?" Harry whispered as he stroked his enemy's fine blonde hair, a now strangely familiar action.

"Mm?" Draco mumbled, not fully hearing Harry's soft question. "Where'd you go?"

Harry sighed and ignored Draco's question, trying to stop his twin desires to either kiss or strangle his deceitful lover.

Draco then became more alert, and he stiffened a little as he remembered his resolve not to get close to Potter, but gave up almost immediately as he felt the hand stroking lightly through his hair. Draco looked up at Harry and saw how distracted he was, and Draco shivered when those green eyes turned to him and he was subjected to the same cold stare that he had been used to before Oblivio Nex. Draco felt that gaze pin him down as though searching his soul, but then the look fled as quickly as it had come and there was the Harry he'd known for the last couple of weeks again, looking slightly confused perhaps, but still his Harry.

"Harry?" Draco lifted a hand to gently move a piece of Harry's messy hair from his face, but the other boy caught his hand and stopped him before he could do it. "Harry? What's wro-"

"Don't," the boy's voice shook slightly and his head lowered a little more, his hair covering his eyes, throwing his face into shadows.

"Wha-"

Harry took a deep breath, trying to dispel the fiction of the scene. Draco didn't really love him, it was all an act after all – and one he needed to now be equally as good at, if he was to carry out Dumbledore's plan.

"I was just thinking. What should we do once we get our memories back?" Harry asked, relieved when the other boy just settled back onto his chest and didn't press him for answers.

Draco frowned slightly, not particularly wanting to think of what he'd have to do.

"I don't know. Before I was determined not to take the antidote, y'know?" Draco remarked, looking up at Harry, who regarded him with surprise.

"You were?"

Draco nodded, biting his lip.

"I – I didn't want to go back to being, well… but then I thought that you can't deny who you are, right?" Draco asked, his smile shaky.

Harry's eyes hardened at that.

"No, I guess you really can't deny who you are, can you?" he sighed, before carrying on in a weary voice, "I was with Dumbledore before, he said that Professor Snape will come around with the antidote this evening, so I guess he'll be here in a couple of hours."

Draco sat up, his eyes suddenly very alert and all traces of languid weariness were gone from his body.

"What?" the boy asked, panicking. "Tonight? But – I mean, that soon?"

Harry looked at Dracoand wondered if he was having second thoughts about killing him; did the Slytherin not want to do it? In his mind Harry chuckled bitterly. Or was it, he questioned, just pre-murder jitters?

"Couldn't we have had a day's warning or something?" Draco asked irritably, wondering why Harry was taking this so calmly.

Harry shrugged, "I suppose they just want us back to normal again."

Draco laughed darkly, "Mm, I'm sure W- Ron and Hermione can't wait to have everything go back to normal."

Harry flushed at that – he'd completely forgot about Ron and Hermione! What were they going to say to him after this whole thing had finally finished? Harry cringed at the thought. And they had walked in on him and Draco – oh, Merlin!

"What? No comforting words of 'don't worry, they acted decently towards you, despite seeing me maul you, so I'm sure we'll all be the best of buddies in no time'?" Draco smirked at him.

Harry could not help but laugh at that; his two friends must have been absolutely horrified, and there was poor Hermione trying to be supportive! He shook his head at the absurdity of it all. He had been so optimistically stupid when it came to the question of everyone accepting his relationship with Draco – it was laughable, really.

"I'm sure they'll get over it… perhaps," Harry mused with a grin.

"Thanks, Potter." Draco pouted a little.

Harry, forgetting himself completely, laughed at the blonde's pout and couldn't help but grab Draco and kiss him, enjoying the surprised yelp as he wrapped his arms around him.

Draco relaxed instantly in Harry's arms and returned the kiss happily, glad that Harry seemed to have stopped brooding and was back to his normal self. It had almost been like…but no, that was impossible…

Harry ignored the protests shrieking in his head as he continued to kiss Draco Malfoy, the boy's lips familiar and comforting. He only tightened his hold on the slender boy when the kiss turned into something more desperate than the first playful kiss had been.

Draco felt the moment that Harry's passion changed and he responded in kind. This kiss might be the last he had of Harry and he didn't want to lose that. In a few hours he'd never see the boy again, and his desperation matched Harry's perfectly, his thoughts mirrored by the boy who now straddled him and kissed him so forcefully, almost punishingly.

Harry felt all his anger, his lust, his confusion well up, and he used Draco as an outlet for his frustration. His kisses grew rough and the moans that were torn from both boys grew louder as Harry and Draco's hands wandered over each other, each mapping the other's body and slipping off the clothing that covered them.

Draco's lips were bruised red from Harry's forceful kisses, and he whispered something that almost made Harry stop his despairing lust.

"W-What?" Harry's voice trembled, on the edge of losing control.

Draco's lips parted again, "I said, fuck me."

Harry's cock jumped to attention at those words and he swallowed heavily; what the hell was Malfoy playing at? Did he really want him to – but Harry's brain stopped thinking when the pale hands slipped down to his groin and gave a gentle tug.

"I want you inside me," Draco whispered, flushed and aroused under the panting Gryffindor.

Harry nodded, his eyes dilated with lust. He kissed Draco again, their naked bodies brushing against each other with an aching heat. Harry heard Draco whisper something, and then Harry groaned into white blonde hair as the boy's now wet hand stroked him harder, his hips moving into the rhythm. He moaned petulantly when the other boy abruptly stopped.

Draco kissed him teasingly and Harry responded by caressing the other boy's body. He carefully stroked every part of his lover, and grinned when Draco let out a small whimper at his tickling touches. Then Draco spread his legs and Harry settled between them, kissing his lover hungrily, so very happy that he was allowing him to do this. Harry couldn't hold back any longer and so, slowly, he pushed himself into the boy beneath him, stroking Draco's hair reassuringly when he saw the boy wince.

"It's okay. Shh, it's okay. Love you, love you, love you. Merlin, I love you Draco," Harry whispered in the boy's ear, the words relaxing Draco enough for Harry to continue until he was completely inside the boy.

"Harry," Draco whimpered, his hold around Harry tightening.

"'S okay," Harry murmured, kissing the boy gently.

Draco nodded and kissed him back desperately, trying to ignore the pain for Harry's sake.

When Harry saw that Draco had calmed, he moved slightly, and as Draco didn't object he couldn't help but continue. Harry then thrust back inside the boy perhaps a little harder than he intended, but when Draco moaned in a definitely pleasured way Harry grinned and did it again, pleased when Draco moaned again in encouragement.

The two then started to move together, both caught up in the almost painfully pleasurable ache that engulfed them both. The pace increased in its ferocity and the two boys' cries of ecstasy echoed around the room. The final break of sensation came as an enormous relief as waves of pleasure crashed through their bodies, setting them on fire. The feeling of acting desire was the only thing on their minds, both wishing that they could stay where they were forever. Every movement brought the passion sharper as they rode it out. Harry looked down into eyes of liquid mercury, a stated desire now hazing the passion that had previously set Draco's eyes shining, and Harry knew the feeling was no doubt echoed in his own green gaze.

The two broke apart, panting with exertion, the reality of the situation suddenly breaking their contented pleasure.

"Should we have-"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

Harry ignored his head yet again and acted on his heart. He pulled Draco to him and pulled the covers over them both. "Sleep now, think later."

Draco gave into the boy's warm embrace and closed his eyes with a small smile.

"Such a Gryffindor," he mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

But Harry didn't hear, as he was already asleep.

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Draco woke to a vague sense of déjà vu as he saw the green eyes watching him awaken.

"Do you just enjoy watching me sleep, or is it because you know I'm naked?" Draco asked the other boy with a teasing smile.

His smile widened when he saw Harry flush.

"Or is it because you know that just a few hours ago you were in-"

"That's enough Mr. Malfoy, I think I've already heard too much of the lurid details," came a sniping voice from the door, and Draco's face pinked when he saw his Head of House watching him with distaste.

Draco winced at the man's look and inwardly cringed at how he'd completely embarrassed himself (this time knowingly) in front of his favourite teacher.

"Sorry, Professor," he said quietly.

Professor Snape sneered.

"Indeed."

He set down two cups on their desk, and Draco glanced at Harry who was already looking at the cups distractedly.

"Dumbledore mentioned you'd like to do this together, alone," Snape's expression showed them both exactly what he thought of that. "So I suppose I shall leave you to it. And Mr. Malfoy? When you've come back to yourself, detention and twenty points from Slytherin for giving me the most horrendous image I've ever had in my life, and Potter, the same goes for you, for sullying a Slytherin."

Both boys watched with open mouths as Professor Snape then turned and exited their room with a firm slam of the door.

"You could have warned me," Draco scowled at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and just shrugged. He had more pressing things to worry about at the moment. He eyed the cups that contained the antidote to Oblivio Nex and his possible death.

"When did you wake up?" Draco asked him, seeing that Harry was already dressed. He asked the question more out of an attempt to get the potion out of his mind, as well of out of Harry's, than from truly wanting to know the answer. Draco didn't want to deal with the potion now, didn't want to go through with this, he didn't…

"About half an hour ago I think," Harry answered with another shrug.

"Oh."

Draco noticed Harry had cleaned up their little mess, with a spell more than likely, and he got up quickly to pull his own clothes on, all the while watching Harry, whose eyes were stuck to the two goblets that were waiting for them.

When he saw that Harry had no interest in anything other than regaining his memories, Draco sighed and flopped onto the bed, wishing that this didn't have to be the end, wishing that he didn't have to go through with this stupid plan.

"I don't suppose that we could just not do this and stay in the Hospital Wing forever?" he asked sulkily.

Harry stared at him incredulously.

"What is it that you actually want to do, Draco?" he asked in a wondering voice that Draco really didn't like the sound of.

Draco was about to snap back at Harry when something in Harry's eyes stopped him and he sighed.

"I don't know Harry. I'm – I'm scared," he admitted, looking away from surprised green eyes.

Harry was amazed; didn't Draco want to kill him? Wasn't that the plan - make friends with him, pretend to love him, fuck him, then kill him? Wasn't that what Draco wanted?

Harry walked over to Draco and knelt down, as if to a child, so that he was at eye level with the seated Slytherin.

"You can't deny who you are, right?" Harry asked, almost challengingly.

Draco looked into Harry's determined expression and nodded miserably. He then leaned over and kissed Harry, who moved back in shock when he felt wet tears pressed onto his cheeks from Draco's face.

Draco then quickly went over to the cups and, while Harry couldn't see, emptied a small pouch of powder into one of the potions. Draco then held them both, carefully noting which one was the one with the powder, and walked over to where a confused Harry sat. Harry, meanwhile, was looking at his wet fingertips where Draco's tears had transferred from his cheek to his fingers.

"To memories?" Draco's voice shook as he proposed the toast, handing Harry his potion.

Harry took it sadly and nodded, standing up and holding his goblet up to toast as well.

"To memories."

Draco smiled, "I love you, Harry."

Harry's heart sped up when he heard that. Liar…

"I love you, too," he choked out.

And with that both boys drank.

Harry watched Draco drop his now empty cup and he set his own on the bed, warily watching as Draco walked towards him, an odd expression on his face.Draco gripped Harry's shoulders tightly, and Harry calmly wondered what his rival's cruel last taunt was to be now that Draco believed he had finally poisoned Harry Potter (hopefully Snape's last minute change of ingredients in the antidote would counter-act the poison Draco was to add; Pomfrey also stood ready outside their room - albeit disapprovingly - in case the poison actually did take effect). Would Draco's farewell be 'Goodbye Scar-head', or would it be 'I could never love you'… what was it to be?

"Harry, remember to tell Dumbledore that Snape has been found out; Voldemort knows he's a spy," Draco gasped out.

Harry's eyes widened as Draco's eyes rolled and his body became lifeless; Harry quickly caught him before he fell to the floor. Draco's pale eyes stared vacantly into nothing.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry's frightened yell broke his own stunned silence. "Madam Pomfrey!"

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To be continued…