Author's Note: HBP does not exist in this story. I refuse, at the moment, to write any story with HBP involved. That may change, but currently, my mind refuses to accept that continuance of the Harry Potter books. So please enjoy a nice, AU story set during Harry's sixth year.

Warning: Themes of angst, moderate slash, swearing, etc. Also be warned that the rating has just shot up from PG-13 to R (or using the rating scale on this site, T to M)

Pairing: The only pairing I ever do, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. A few sub-pairings of Ron/Hermione, attempted Ginny/Harry (and by attempted, I mean only attempted)

Summary: Harry finds a spell that will allow him to have one day with no consequences because no one will remember it, including him. But things happen that he could never have predicted. Does he really want to forget after all is said and done? HPDM, 6th, no HBP

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc, etc.


One Perfect Something

Page 54

October 17(still) . . .

Five minutes later, Harry was sitting on the couch beside Malfoy. Both held a glass of what Malfoy described as the most volatile drink in the wizarding world. Called Siren's Whisper, it tasted like berries, liquid fire, and cool night air. Malfoy said it had the alcohol content of firewhiskey, a truth serum nearly as powerful as Veritaserum, and a highly reactive aphrodisiac. Harry became instantly addicted with his first sip. He settled into the plush couch, suddenly feeling better than he had in ages. He observed the other people at the party, smirking at anyone who gave the sight of him and Malfoy sitting together more than a second's glance.

Moments passed comfortably, and then Malfoy turned to say, "I saw you that day, at Braden's portrait."

Harry stiffened. He gulped down the last of his drink and turned to Malfoy, his face carefully impassive. "Oh? How much did you catch?"

"The entire exchange. It was quite enlightening, actually." There was a gleam in his silver eyes as he said this.

And Harry knew why the Slytherin had been fighting with him more. He'd heard about Harry's attraction to him. But why the hell hadn't he told anyone? He'd have thought Malfoy would jump at the chance to humiliate him. Instead, he'd just fought more.

"Why didn't you do anything about this enticing piece of information?" Harry asked him, immensely curious. Draco gracefully finished off his glass of Siren's Whisper and shrugged lightly. "It was more useful this way."

"Why?"

The blond-haired boy turned his gaze to look out at the numerous students enjoying his little party and sighed. "I had found out something that made my own confession not so bad. It certainly confused me, and frustrated me, but it made things not so bad."

There was silence for a few moments, and then Harry, impatient to know what he meant, asked, "Made what not so bad?"

"My own unholy attraction," Malfoy murmured, his eyes still gazing out at the dance floor.

Harry was floored. He stared at Malfoy's profile; sure that he had heard him wrong. His arch-nemesis, the one not a six-foot snake monster, had admitted to having an attraction for him. Sure, earlier Malfoy had confessed that he was going to shag him senseless before the night was over, but that wasn't the same as actually admitting an attraction. Shagging could be spur of the moment decision, especially since it could be a product of someone being handy at the right time. But an attraction meant actual lusting after someone, thinking about someone. And Malfoy had just confessed to having such an attraction.

Draco continued, his voice still soft, "I'd hated myself for it. Me, wanting the bloody Golden Boy? Then when I heard you confess your own attraction, I didn't know what to do. I hated you and I wanted you, and then I knew that you wanted me even though you still hated me? I thought to myself, "We are both messed up beyond belief." I started fighting you more, because I started hating you more for making my disgusting attraction within reach. I hate you, and I want you so badly it makes my balls hurt. Do you understand that?"

His voice has risen near the end, and the words hit Harry like a blow to the groin. "Yes, I do understand, because I want to rip your throat out sometimes, and then I want to fuck you hard you scream for mercy. It's completely fucked up."

Malfoy had turned to him while he spoke, and the fire in his eyes, made Harry's blood flow to a certain part of his anatomy. The aphrodisiac in Siren's Whisper was doing its work and doing it well. He unbuttoned the fourth button on his shirt, suddenly very warm. Malfoy laughed, a husky sound that was like an aphrodisiac all of its own.

The music changed from the usual techno-beat music that usually played at clubs, to a song that Harry knew well from his discovery of muggle rock music over the summer. The song still had a techno-like background beat, but it had the bass and vocals of pure alternative rock.

Until you crash, until you burn

Until you lie, until you learn

Until you see, until you believe

Harry rose from his seat as if magnetically pulled. This song was one of his favorites, from an American band by the name of 30 Seconds to Mars. He loved their music, and was of the opinion that there were some actors that could sing, like Jared Leto, the lead vocalist of the band.

As he made his way to the dance floor, he stared intently at Malfoy. He mouthed the next lyrics at the silver-eyed Slytherin.

Until you fight, until you fall

Until the end of everything at all

Until you die, until you're alive

Then he closed his eyes and began to move rhythmically to the music. The words rang out inside his head, pounding . . .

Don't save me, don't save me

Cuz I don't care

Don't save me, don't save me,

Cuz I'm not okay

And he wasn't okay. He let the music carry him away and he remembered everything. Failing Sirius. Everyone trying to protect him from the pain. Everyone trying to save him. He didn't want to be saved. He didn't care. He didn't care.

Maybe that's why he'd performed page 54, why he was going to go somewhere with Malfoy later and do the one thing his body craved above all else. To be connected to another in the most primal way possible.

Words whispered in his ear made him open his eyes and turn slightly to look at his left. Malfoy stood there, his body moving gracefully to the emotional music. His lips formed the words of the song.

Until you give, until you've used

Until you're lost, until you lose

Until you see how could you believe

Until you've lived a thousand times,

Until you see the other side

Harry was stunned that Malfoy knew the words to the song so well. This was a song by a muggle band, and not even one of their hit singles. How did he know? Why did he know?

This is my chance, this is myself

And Harry knew. He looked into Malfoy's molten silver eyes and he knew.

They danced together, their eyes locked on each other. Their bodies moved rhythmically, fire building inside of them.

Don't save me, don't save me

Malfoy moved closer, behind him. His body was inches away, almost touching, but not quite. Electricity raced across Harry's skin. Another button on his shirt was undone.

Cuz I don't care

Hands up under his shirt, on his hips. Half touching his trousers, half touching burning hot skin. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he held back a gasp.

Don't save me, don't save me

Fingers not his own finished unbuttoning his shirt.

Cuz I'm not okay

Harry leaned back against Malfoy's hard body, uncaring that people would be watching them. They wouldn't remember.

Until the truth becomes a lie,

Until you change, until you deny, until you believe

Malfoy's front was completely pressed against Harry's back. Harry let out a stuttered gasp as he felt the other boy's hard arousal press against his buttocks. Oh dear Merlin . . .

This is my chance, this is my chance

I'll take it now because I can

He turned to face the silver-eyed Slytherin. "We're going."

Draco's upper lip curved into a smirk that was more teasing than anything else. "The song's not over yet."

This is my chance, I want it

Harry stepped between his legs and very lightly pressed his aching body against his. He got to see the other boy let out a soft moan at the contact. The aphrodisiac was at full strength now, making every touch feel ten times more powerful.

Malfoy nodded. "We're going."

They walked off the dance floor, one thing on their minds. Making the other scream so much their throat went raw. Hermione and Ron attempted to talk to Harry, both looking disturbed at his proximity to Malfoy. He was pressed up against the Slytherin's side, Malfoy arm around his bare waist. "Harry, what are you doing?" "Mate, what the fuck's going on?" the two innocent Gryffindors asked at the same time.

Don't save me, don't save me

Cuz I don't care

Don't save me, don't save me

Cuz I'm not okay

Harry merely made a suggestive wink at them and let Malfoy lead him away. The blond stopped them at a part of the wall that was draped by gleaming black silk. Malfoy whispered a word and the silk hanging moved to reveal a doorway. He explained, "I put it here when setting up the room. It's soundproof and only I can open it."

Clever. Harry followed him into a spacious bedroom with a bed that looked to be twice a king size. It was covered in dark green, silk sheets. Like the other room, only a few torches on the walls lit the room. A pool of crystal clear water that looked to be steaming graced the corner, easily large enough for eight people. Black silk draped the walls and ceiling, and the floor was a plush silver carpet. It was completely Slytherin, and Harry fell in love with it.

"If this decorating is any indication, you're certainly gay," he murmured to Malfoy.

The other boy laughed, a low, husky sound. "I wouldn't be here with you if I weren't."

"True." Harry smiled and slipped his shirt off. He dropped it on the floor, carelessly; noting absent-mindedly that it matched the bed. He lazily made his way over to the bed and caressed the smooth silk with his right hand. That would feel nice against his skin as they—

Burning hot lips pressed against the back of his neck, sucking lightly. Harry moaned and leaned against the touch. After a moment, though, he turned and attacked those lips with his own. The contact was mind numbing. Although he didn't have much experience with kissing, he was a quick learner. Within seconds his tongue was tangling with Malfoy's and they were both moaning.

Malfoy shoved at him and he fell back onto the bed, taking the other boy with him. They continued kissing. Harry's fingers nimbly unbuttoned Malfoy's shirt, slipping the expensive black silk off his muscled shoulders. Then his hands roamed over the silken skin that was revealed. Malfoy was so slender, but perfectly muscled. His abs were taut, covered by burning hot skin that contracted slightly at each touch his hands made. Harry grinned against Malfoy's lips. Malfoy growled and straddled his hips. He pressed his groin against Harry's; making sure the other boy felt how hard he was. Harry felt it like a punch to the stomach. He moaned, loudly.

Draco slipped his fingers from where they had been gripping Harry's hair and put them to use unbuckling the other boy's trousers. He then quickly lowered the zipper, but was stopped by Potter's own hands. He narrowed his eyes. Was he going to act like a prude now?

Instead, the Gryffindor undid Draco's trousers, going so far as to pull them down off completely. Of course, he ran into some trouble with his shoes, but quickly unlaced them and took them off, too.

Draco didn't mind, but he wanted Potter's pants off. He pulled off his shoes, hard, and practically ripped his pants off him. Then he set himself to forcefully kissing his way down Potter's muscled chest and abs. He used lips, tongue and teeth. Especially teeth. Red marks soon dotted Potter's golden skin. Gasps and moans spilled from the Gryffindor's mouth. He grinned against his stomach and slowly pulled his boxers down. He knew Potter's eyes were on him as he enveloped his hard heat in his mouth. The other boy moaned loudly. He licked his down his length. Another moan.

Harry knew he couldn't handle much of Malfoy's mouth on him. The aphrodisiac was working too strongly. Every sensation that warm mouth Malfoy gave was magnified tenfold. Then Malfoy very lightly touched his teeth to him and he felt his world shatter. He pulled himself away and pushed at Malfoy until he was the one lying down. He straddled his hard body and pulled his last bit of clothing off, the expensive silk boxers that couldn't hide the erection straining between his legs. Harry grinned as that bit of burning flesh was revealed.

He wrapped his hand around it and stroked lightly. It jerked and Malfoy groaned deep in his throat. He stroked again. This time Malfoy growled and rolled them over. His voice rasped into Harry's ear, "Enough foreplay. I'm going to shove myself into you so hard you're going to scream at me to stop, but I won't. I'll do it again and again, and you're going to hate me so much, you'll come screaming, and I'll come screaming, because I hate you that much, too. Got it?"

Harry had frozen at the coarse words spilling from Malfoy's mouth. They sent images racing through his mind, images that made him harder than he had ever thought possible. He hated them, and he hated Malfoy, but he wanted him so badly, it hurt. He wanted to scream, and knew he would. They hated each other, and they would make each other scream bloody murder.

"Oh, I'll hate you, and I'll scream, but the word "stop", if it's said, won't be coming from me."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "I'm not being bottom."

Harry grinned, and it was full of darkness and sexuality. "I know."

Those two words ignited Draco's interest and he immediately pressed the other boy into the sheets. "Then this should be fun, shouldn't it?"

Save me,

Save me,

Save me,

Save me,

Save me,

Save me,

I'm not okay . . .


Inspiration: 30 Seconds To Mars

Oh boy, reading this through after writing it made one thought ring through my head, "Well, the rating just skyrocketed, didn't it?" Sorry it doesn't go further into the sex scene, but I don't write hard-core smut. This is as far as I go, and in fact, this is the farthest I've ever gone. Lucky you. And, I didn't mean to post this chapter so soon, but after seeing all of the really motivational reviews I received, I couldn't not update. Doubly lucky you.

I know it was a bit contrived that Malfoy knows a muggle song, but it's really not. Harry has figured it out, but I'm leaving it to be found out by the readers until a later chapter. Or, you can use your investigative skills right now and make a guess. Here's a hint, look closely at those first six lyrics Malfoy sings. If you think you know, tell me and I'll give you an answer!

I also just want to say that I do know that it's Area 51, not 54, but my brain blanked for a minute when I wrote last chapter's A/N and besides, it still kind of sounds the same. Okay, since we now know I'm beyond weird . . .

Well, see you next chapter!

Have a great day!

Oh, and please review this chapter, too! Here's something to motivate some of you. I usually check out the bios and any stories written by those who review my stuff. So, review and you'll probably get a review! Although, I only read HPDM. So if you write other stuff, I'm sorry, but I can't read anything else. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I physically cannot pay attention to anything else other than HPDM. Believe me, I've tried. It doesn't work.

Roslyn.