Dislcaimer: Harry Potter Book'saint mine, nor are the movies, or anything that can make money.all I own is the plot, kinda, sorta.
A/N I'm trying to finish up my stories, so I'm gonna strive for an update everynight.readers are you not lucky? Oh I got a few reviews with questions, so I'll answer em :P I cannot say how much I enjoy reading your reviews, so do keep giving em. I think it also sparks me non exsistent ego and causes more updates.
WARNING: I got a bit graphic, if you don't want to read that, all you do is scroll down to the end of the scene. It won't hurt the story in the least, I promise.
AmethystAquamarine Oh Harry's going to be remembering quite a lot. He's already starting to. mwhahaha, yeah sorry I love torturing characters. Actually I noticed, your right, not many people show Harry as apathetic, and I find that odd. I think Draco's the more emotional character.
.fefs Yes officially you are a good updater :P so I'll reward you with a few answers! Harry won't remember everything just yet, but as you read this chapter, you'll see, he's starting to. (we fear for Draco when he finally remembers everything)I think you also asked why Draco came back? I think I explained it in the story but if it wasn't clear; he decided it was time to come home, and yes, he does like Harry back now, I think I explained it already but Draco did always like Harry, he just... wasn't willing to take a chance on him because he was afraid that they'd stop being friends if they ever did brake up. Of course we'd never have that happen lol.
Oki, that done, onto the story.
Draco was amazed, Harry hadn't shoved him away yet. He wondered how far he could go until Harry freaked, and Draco wasn't even sure if Harry would freak out. Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, biting down on Draco's bottom lip for a second time.
Draco started to grind up against the other man, watching for Harry's reaction. Harry moaned again, untangling his legs from under Draco's and wrapping them around him. Draco's bare chest rubbed up against Harry's and he could feel the sweat starting to form as Harry and he kissed.
Draco didn't care if all they were doing was rubbing up against each other, it was good enough for now. Harry couldn't really think of what else to do other then going along with the whole thing; it felt good so keep it up, right?
Harry reached down with his hand and squeezed Draco's bottom, kissing him hard again before pulling his head away to breathe. Draco kept up the rhythm, rolling his hips around so they had good hard contact.
Neither stopped what they were doing to try something different: one unsure of what would happen if he tried to go further, the other completely forgetting he even had boxers on and that it wasn't a part of his body.
More kissing and a few touches later, they'd reached their climax on the wet bathroom floor, both moaning out their pleasure. Draco, still on top of Harry, clung to him as he came down, the pleasure stopping as quickly as it came.
Harry felt like a bag of bones with no muscle to move, his arms fell down around him as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He was sweaty and wetter then he had been after the rain, and that was saying something. Draco didn't seem to be smothered in the sweat Harry was.
Harry just looked up at the ceiling as Draco moved off of him, staring at Harry for some sort of reaction. He held his breath hoping Harry wouldn't kill him, and take it for a random act that just... happened. Even though Draco kind of started it.
Draco watched as Harry stared at his ceiling, not knowing what was going to happen. He couldn't read minds, and right now Draco wished he could. Harry finally turned his head around, and gave a weak smile, his wet hair sticking to his scalp, green eyes saying volumes.
"So, am I better then Blaise?" Harry asked, and Draco thought one thing. 'What the fuck?'
After Harry had come down from his rush, he'd gotten one little tidbit of information from his blasted subconscious. He remembered having a crush on Draco and hating the fact Draco was sexually active every single night with Blaise Zabini. Harry didn't know how he'd forgotten that, but he had.
Harry lay down thinking it over, knowing he was going to have to break the ice. So he asked it, a question he was thinking. Harry wasn't too sure if the reason he acted the way he did had been started by the man beside him, but it sure as hell would explain his anger with Zabini when he saw him and Draco at the restaurant.
"Better then Blaise?" Draco asked, looking genuinely confused. Okay, maybe he hadn't started Harry's apathetic ways, but this was a little bit of teenage angst Harry had completely blocked out of his mind, and that in itself was something to wonder about.
"Yeah, Blaise Zabini, you did date him at one point didn't you?" Harry responded. His words were not spiteful, more like a statement. It was the weirdest after sex conversation Draco had ever had.
"Yes… but that's been over for about three years. What does that have to do with what just happened?" Draco asked, feeling snappy, as if Harry was trying to get something out of him.
"Nothing, just asking if I'm better. I could really care less, though." Harry said, looking at Draco wonderingly. What the hell had the man been expecting from him? What did people usually say after this stuff happened? Mathew and Harry fought, and his other bed partners said "See ya around."
Harry doubted a 'see ya around' would go very well with Draco right now. Draco wanted to throttle Harry. What the hell was he trying pull? Draco knew Harry had liked him while he was dating Blaise, was he trying to get back at him? Draco honestly didn't know what to think.
Draco stood up, glaring at Harry. Harry looked up, staring at Draco who was glaring at him with hurt in his grey eyes. "What the fuck, Harry, do you always say something stupid and hurtful? If you're really interested, I don't know who's better. I don't care either, I like you, you idiot!" Draco snapped.
Draco got up off of the wet floor, his feet slapping as he rushed to get away from Harry and slammed his door tight. Harry watched Draco go in a flash of blonde hair, and looked back up at the ceiling.
Harry's green eyes closed to the world as he thought about what Draco had just told him, digesting it slowly. Harry's red lips opened, and he whispered to the wet dripping clothes, "What else could I have said?"
Draco sat on his bed, pulling on a new pair of boxers as the others had been…soiled. He hopped into the cold bed, willing himself not to scream, not to rant, and then break down and cry.
Was this how Harry had felt when he'd been with Blaise? Draco doubted it. Harry had seemed a little put out, but he'd never been nasty about it. Was he being nasty now? Or was he just so thick he didn't know what to say after some guy is kissing him to hell and back and gives him an orgasm?
Draco didn't know if he wanted to find out, right now he was fucking hurt. He was going to hex Harry, or, or do something!
Harry was still on the bathroom floor ten minutes after Draco had stormed off, still debating whether or not to just leave Draco alone and let him cool off or go into his guest room and say he was sorry for whatever he did.
Harry finally worked up the courage to get up, ignoring the fact his feet were stepping in water and he was getting his carpet wet when he left the bathroom. He felt his feet get less wet as he walked over to his guest room, and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" he heard Draco's muffled reply, and frowned. He couldn't have said something that bad could he have? Harry shrugged and opened the door, stepping in cautiously.
"Draco?" Harry asked, hoping he wouldn't get anything thrown at him. Mathew liked to do that: throw pillows, or something heavy that would cause more damage to Harry when he told him to get out of his apartment.
"What?" Draco asked, sounding pissed off, very pissed off. Harry gulped, and walked a little closer, afraid to get to close. He didn't want the man upset at him for some reason, usually he couldn't be pissed to care if he hurt someone, but he did right now.
"Uh… Listen. I'm sorry." Harry said, wondering what exactly he was sorry for, but he was sorry. He hadn't been truly sorry since Hermione socked him because he refused to help some little girl find her way around the apartment. Harry still felt it hadn't been his problem she'd lost her way around the place.
"Oh, are you? Well good for you Mr. Hero. If you think you can just waltz in here and say your sorry and have me just accept it like anyone else would, you've got another thing coming." Draco growled, stuffing a pillow over his head.
"I said I'm sorry, god damnit! What more do you want from me? No one else but you seems to give a shit that I'm a little rude. Well, Hermione does but even she's given up on it. Now she sticks to my bloody diet and makes sure I'm eating regularly." Harry said, glaring at Draco. God that man was impossible!
Draco shot up, and looked at Harry's form in the dark room. "I'll let you know why, Harry Potter, it hurts me when you're rude. If you hadn't noticed, I like you, as in attraction. I missed you, and when I came back I hoped…" Draco said, then shook his head and sat back down. "It doesn't matter."
Harry looked at Draco, then out the window and noticed Draco actually had the blinds open. "You have the blinds open." Harry said, completely changing the subject and even further pissing Draco off. Didn't he even hear what Draco had said?
Harry walked up to Draco's bed and sat down on it, ignoring the cold glare he was getting from the blonde. "Yeah it's called seeing the world." Draco snapped again, feeling rater annoyed that he was being completely ignored.
"I see the world." Harry said, looking out of the window and frowning. "I just could care less if I'm in it." Harry said truthfully, he'd felt like that for so long, never suicidal, he didn't want to die, he just didn't want to feel. It wasn't that hard, not feeling.
It seemed to be the feeling that was hard.
Draco looked at his blankets, curling his feet up in them. Harry still hadn't left, and Draco was starting to calm down now. "I see you in the world, and you're cold." Draco said. And Draco hated the fact Harry was so cold.
Harry looked back at Draco, and he could see a black mass of hair, as the lights from the street illuminated Harry's skin a bit, but didn't quite reach his bright green eyes. "Ever thought that maybe I'm happy being cold?" Harry asked.
Draco shook his head, he hadn't. "You weren't always so cold, though." Draco whispered, looking down at his blankets and feeling very small. Harry laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling his mind start to drift off, forgetting he wasn't in his own bed.
The rain was still coming down outside, but it had turned into small spittle, leaving only raindrops covering the windows. Harry breathed in and out, and before falling asleep he said, in a sort of mumbled way, "Night." Then he was lost to the world.
Draco stared at the boy who had fallen asleep on the bed, and uncurled his toes, laying down beside Harry, staring at him as the other slept. Draco felt a slight ache in his chest, and wasn't sure what was worse. The fact he'd been given a taste of Harry and wanted more, or the fact he didn't know how Harry felt about him.
Draco was sure Harry was going to drive him insane. Yet he'd still try, he wanted Harry, even if it killed him. Which it probably would.
Harry woke up that morning to the sun, yes the sun, streaming down on his face. Harry groaned and made a grab for the pillow beside him, stealing it from under his bed partner's head and covering his own with it.
Harry took awhile to realize it, but after a startled cry, he was fully awake and realized he'd slept on Draco's bed that night. "Shit, sorry. I fell asleep on here, I don't usually…" Harry was saying before a sleepy eyed Draco shook his head, and slung his arms around Harry's waist.
"S'ok." Draco said, pulling Harry closer to him. Draco was still tired, and still wanted to go back to his dreams, whatever he had been dreaming, he knew it had been good. He wanted to complete it.
Harry didn't say anything, just lay beside Draco thinking. Harry searched his thoughts for memories about Draco and Zabini. Draco was sleeping again by the time Harry hit on a memory that made him all but hate the blonde who was holding him so tightly right now.
"Draco, why are you going?"
"I want to see the world, Harry."
"But, what about me…"
"You're a great friend, and I'll miss you."
"Sure you will."
Harry remembered it, feeling so pissed off that he meant so little to Draco. So if he had meant so little, why the fuck was Draco hugging him like he was Harry his teddy bear? Harry found he couldn't care, though, what did it matter in the end? Draco would leave, and then these pesky emotions, like the urge to jump Draco, would leave.
Harry wasn't sure if he was happy, or pissed off about that. And another part of his mind told him to forget about it all, like he always did. 'Not too sure if this time I can just forget about it.' Harry thought, deciding to finally pry himself out of Draco grasp.
It proved difficult, Draco had a hard grip, and Harry never did manage to get out of it until Draco woke up. An hour after Harry had woken up.
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