Title: Before Wind, there was Creation
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
All of my thanks goes to:::::
Chibi-Crysti~~ Thank you! ^_^
Lunaris~~ Lol, well...Not slash YET, at least. By the way, the DID arrive in a world full of...um...mirrors. Yeah.
Brenna8~~ Thanks =)
Daughter of Death~~ Here it is!
Pegasus~~ I worship you for that suggestion! Makes the story by whole, much better.
Artemis Astralstar~~ Yep, we sure can get back to it. Just a few more thingies I have to wrap up before that, though. ; )
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You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough. ----Frank Crane
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Silence can be your friend or your enemy. A person would wish for a loving one...a content one...a comfortable one. But stuck in a corner of a lit room, full of mirrors, was Harry Potter, and as much as he wanted it to, the dreadful silence that lurked in the air wouldn't leave. He could feel eyes lingering on his back every minute or so. There were three pairs, and Harry swore he could tell the difference between Fred and George's.
'No one's yet even told me his name...' Harry trailed off, scowling. His dreams had made it seem perfectly natural to just go up to 'the blond' and kiss him like that. How did he know he would have been rejected so shamefully?!
Harry sighed. He might as well move sometime in the next three years. He shifted his weight, so as he was propped up on his elbows, pretending to stare leisurely up at the ceiling. Not that there was much to stare at. The mirror didn't even reflect his image.
Using his peripheral vision, he could see 'the blond' curled up in another corner of the room. 'He's sleeping,' A smile tugged at Harry's lips. Fred and George lay sprawled out on the mirrored ground. George was snoring and every once in a while, he would lash violently for a few seconds and automatically resort to a comfortable sleeping position. Harry worried for a few moments if he should wake him, but decided against it. They all needed their rest; they had obviously been through quite a lot.
Harry's eyes followed the sound of whimpering, when his gaze landed on the blond. An expression of sorrow was etched on his face. What had he been through?
Harry hugged his knees to his chest. He then looked back over to the blond. The whimpering was getting louder and he was moaning things in his sleep. After a few minutes, the blond boy settled down, and a smile wavered through his lips. The expression was gone in a flash of a second, replaced by a look of utter pain.
Harry was sent scattering on his knees over to the screaming boy. One moment he had been smiling, and he looked like he was in heaven. The next, it looked like he had been cast into the fiery, dark pits of hell.
"Wake up," Harry hissed. "Please, wake up!" The boy started crying, and bolted up.
Harry, not expecting this, jumped a little, but recovered. All he could do was stare at his angel; His crying angel.
Draco sobbed into his hands, and suddenly wished that his mother could have been there for him. He longed for her, now that he looked back on it.
"What's your name?" Draco heard from above his shoulder. His sobbing stopped, as his eyes widened in his hands. He slowly looked up toward the voice. Surely, it had to have been...someone else.
Draco gulped. It WAS him. "Dra -- I mean --" Draco stuttered, trying to get over the sudden shock of Harry's ignorance. "Oh, God. Don't you know?" Draco asked softly, tears threatening to fall.
Harry shook his head. He felt so guilty about all of this. The boy of his dreams looked so -- pathetic in this state. Harry's face sunk as Draco shivered violently, and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he started to sob again, and Harry had no idea what to do. Would he be rejected again, like he had when he had kissed the boy?
No; surely he wouldn't mind being held. Maybe he just...didn't feel like being kissed in that state. Harry bit his lip and instinctively wrapped his arms around the grieving young man. Why did this all seem so -- familiar?
"Shh...It's ok. No one can hurt you here. It's ok...It's ok..." Harry soothed, over and over.
The blond was still sobbing when he lifted his head. "Harry, how...we've known each other for so long. How, Harry?!" A flash of lightning reigned throughout his puffy eyes. The time he had spent crying hadn't positively affected his appearance. He looked -- old. And withered. Like he had died. Harry choked on his answer. And truthfully, he didn't have a very sure one.
Harry couldn't stand his angel crying so much like this. It was like his white heart had been ripped apart and thrown into the mud. "Please...you have to help me." Harry mumbled into Draco's ear.
Draco looked up, surprised. "Help you? But...Harry -- what is it that --"
"I lost my memory when I came into this world. I...I need your help to restore some of the missing pieces. Please..." Harry looked longingly into the boy's eyes, and noticed the hope that flooded into them. Another sob escaped his lips, and he wiped some of the refuged tears from his eyes. A smiled slithered onto the pale face.
"I," Draco let a chuckle escape. "I thought you had done that to...to piss me off. Or something..." Draco said, shaking his head, looking toward the ground.
Harry's palm came out to caress the tear-stained cheek, and he paused for a moment as if in thought. "You need to stop crying, or you're going to ruin this pretty little face of yours..." Harry let out, unconsciencely. Draco's eyes widened.
"What?!" Draco looked cautiously toward Harry, and pulled his face away from the comforting strokes.
Harry pulled his hand back, clenching a fist in front of his heart. "I..." He stared into the boy's eyes for a moment more, and sighed, looking toward the ground. "Nevermind. Just...forget it." Harry said, his heart wrenched with nervousness and heartache.
Draco suddenly felt kind of bad for pulling away like that. Harry was acting so...weird. And the kiss had still freaked him out pretty bad. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed through them. "My name's um...Draco, by the way." Draco said, after clearing his throat.
Harry smiled softly. 'At least he isn't at the point of not talking to me.' Harry thought to himself in amusement. He had, at first, expected the worst.
Suddenly, from all around them, they could hear the tinkling of chimes and the whistles of fiddles. Draco looked around nervously, gulping.
"It's all right. We're probably around native spirits of the Celtic regions...Chiron still holds the horn, you know..." Harry said, staring into Draco's eyes. Something dawned in those gray eyes of his, and Harry tilted his head in slight confusion. Draco smirked. "Celtic region?"
"Yeah...I, um...guess Hermione's knowledge comes in handy every once in a while..." Harry trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.
A large, booming voice interrupted the first content moment they had had in a long time. Harry looked toward Chiron in annoyance, whom just yelled louder in response for 'everyone to wake up and eat some breakfast.'
Draco rolled his eyes and stood up, though shaking. His knees almost buckled when Harry slipped his arm around Draco's waist and forced the long, pale arm over his level shoulders. Draco had to admit, he was grateful, though felt extremely weak for having to be helped. He still hadn't forgotten what Harry had done for him just a week before...Harry might have forgotten, but Draco. No. He would never, ever forget.
Draco now felt like a burden to Harry. After Fred and George followed them out of the mirror, Draco pushed him away and tried to walk by himself. Unfortunately for him, he collapsed and almost fainted. He was lightheaded, and felt like he was dehydrated.
"Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself," Harry stated harshly, but there was no missing the hint of concern in his voice. Harry pulled Draco up by the arms, and lifted the boy up. Draco's head now draped across Harry's chest and his legs draped over Harry's right arm. "You're not doing anything by yourself until you get some fluids into your body. Fred and George can manage; They probably drink more than you ever will." Harry stated bluntly, ignoring the glare that came from the gray eyes.
Harry sat Draco down onto a wooden seat with a well worn wooden table in front of him. Draco could feel himself surrounded by folk music and people of long ago dancing away to an unheard of tune. Draco smiled. He kind of liked this music. He started to bob his head from side to side with the rhythm. Draco hadn't even noticed Harry gone, until he had come back with two large pints of ale.
"Sorry -- this is all they have." Harry gave Draco an apologetic look.
"It's ok..." Draco was secretly jumping for joy; Harry had totally forgotten that his favorite drinks always contained a lot of Alcohol! 'Maybe this 'losing his memory' thing isn't so bad after all...' Draco thought, sipping from the strong smelling liquid.
Harry looked at it and scowled. He then tilted it and gulped some down. Draco smirked at the messy-haired Gryffindor as he set the drink down. "That stuff is...disgusting! Gross! Ugh!" Harry exclaimed, scooting the vile substance away. Just to show off, Draco tilted the drink over and gulped the whole thing down. Harry's eyes widened at the move. Harry then narrowed his eyes. 'Oh yeah? I'll show you, my little angel...' Harry, for some reason or other, felt like he needed to laugh menacingly, but decided against it. Instead, he picked the large cup back up and tipped it so large amounts could pour in his mouth. He promised himself not to barf from the strong smell as it burned down his throat. As the last drop went down, he slammed the cup onto the table. "Hah! That shows you, Draco Malfoy!"
Draco looked at Harry as if he had done a crime; Draco had never told Harry his last name.
"Harry, I think you're gaining some of your memory back." Draco said matter- of-factly. The ale didn't matter at the moment.
Harry's brows furrowed, and he nodded slowly. Draco then realized that he didn't want Harry to regain a lot of his memory! 'What if...what if he hates me? What if he gets a lot of the memories back when we had been enemies?!
Draco's face paled.
"Are you all right, Draco? Do you -- do you need to go outside?" Harry asked softly. Draco shrugged it off.
"No, I -- I'm fine. I'm ok. Just a little woozy from the sudden Alcohol."
"Well, then...maybe you don't need any more Alcohol."
"No, I'm fine! Really!" Harry saw the possessive look in Draco's eye, and immediately became suspicious of his angel actually being an undercover Alcoholic.
Disregarding that, Harry sat down again and ordered two more pints of ale. A spark of competition raged through their passionate eyes.
"Scared, Potter?"
"You. Wish." Harry smirked. That was one memory that had come back over the few minutes in this tavern.
Their competition had gotten quite carried away by their fourth pint. Draco was starting to lose focus of the competition in itself, and Harry's chin was leaned on the back of his hand, staring at Draco like a crushing schoolgirl.
"Tell me, Draky, WHY do you always say that you can't stand the sight of a woman in a red dress?" Harry asked, his eyes sparkling.
"I never SAID that, all's I said was that I can't stand up when I see a woman in a red dress. I always faint because she's so bloody hot." Draco smirked, and laughed, his eyes unfocused.
Harry frowned. "You don't love me, Draky?" Harry pouted.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of COURSE I don't love you. Am I bloody stupid, Potter?"
Though drunk, Harry felt rage surging through him, and for some reason, his conscience wasn't there to stop it. "Fuck you, you bastard! I thought you loved me!" Harry yelled, attracting the people at nearby tables. Harry stood up dramatically and smacked Draco. "I fucking HATE you!" Harry yelled, attracting even more people. Everyone except the people serving the ale, that is. They had probably seen enough of this in their thousand years of living up here.
Draco looked at Harry with shock.
"All I ever do is dream about you and long for you, and you fucking throw all of my feelings in my face! Well, I'm just through with this! I'm through with Hogwarts, I'm through with Voldemort, and I'm bloody through with YOU! STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!" Harry screamed. He stormed out of the tavern, leaving very concerned people in his wake.
Draco wasn't as drunk as Harry was. He could hold more alcohol than Harry could, since he had been drinking it for the past year.
Draco chased after him, the ghostly dawn rising over the horizon. A painting of lucid purple and pink stained a line in the sky, and darkness consumed most of the nearby woods.
"Ha-rry!" Draco yelled. "Please! Come back!" If he lost the Gryffindor, he would be in so much trouble. A crunching of leaves alerted Draco to a person nearby. "Who's there?" He asked, his gray eyes darting from tree to tree. Kato jumped down from the tree right in front of Draco.
"Bloody -- Kato, what the hell are you doing here?!" Draco asked. If Kato snitched...
"Draco, Harry ran that way," Kato pointed toward a path that looked really...dark. And morbid. The leaves were brown and cracking, unlike the normal fall leaves that were supposed to litter the ground. Fog loomed over the gravel road, and an eerie wind fell from that direction.
Without hearing the warning from Kato, Draco sped up the trail, looking for any sign of the taller boy. 'Come on...He has to be somewhere around here...' Draco thought. Worry was starting to blossom in his stomach, making him feel ill and nauseous.
Somewhere up ahead, he could see a brunette haired person leaning against a tree. " Harry..." Draco trailed off.
A dead look was in the boy's eyes. Draco's eyes widened. 'No...He can't be!'
Draco knelt down swiftly, and put the tip of his cold fingers to Harry's neck. His heart...
Was still beating. "Thank the gods..." Draco whispered, lifting Harry up with as much strength as he could muster. Draco pinned the taller boy against a tree. "Harry, we have to get you to Chiron. You're drunk, and you need --"
He was cut off by the response. Harry shook his head slowly. "I'm not ever going to be good enough...am I..." Harry whispered, his gaze unfocused. His green eyes brimmed with tears.
"Oh, Harry, please don't start this --"
"No, but you don't understand! Every day, since I've been here, I've been plagued by YOU. Everything, it's about you! MY blond-haired angel!" Harry yelled, a tear escaping his blinking eyes.
'Surely, he's just saying this because he's drunk...' Draco thought. But another look into Harry's eyes... There was trust in the gaze. Trust and --
Draco dare not say the word, or better yet, think it. Draco couldn't tear his eyes from Harry's gaze so soon. He had to find out, through his eyes, WHY and HOW Harry felt about him. Instead of discovering the destination of his search, he had found the pathway to lust.
A pair of lips had already dived down to claim his. Draco didn't even think of the consequences or benefits of this. He was a zombie, only able to feel physical reactions and tastes.
"God, you taste so good..." He heard Harry moan in-between the long shared kiss. It was getting more passionate and deep by the moment, and all Draco could think about was the powerful dominate boy above him...
"Ahem..."
Both Harry and Draco jumped apart as their eyes settled on the mischievous looking Kato. "Come, both of you. Chiron awaits..."
Draco looked at Harry after Kato had silently walked away, and walked slowly after Kato, followed by Harry, right behind him.
Draco was being consumed by this feeling. He had to... had to...
Draco walked over to Harry and roughly pushed him against a nearby tree. Without saying anything, both of them claimed each other's lips. Kato slowly looked behind him with a smile on his face, winked, and disappeared.
Draco broke the kiss, much to Harry's disappointment, but immediately started suckling his neck in response to the sudden feeling of loss. Harry leaned his head back and moaned. Draco nipped a tender piece of flesh which made Harry hiss with pleasure. Draco unbuttoned the top button of Harry's gray sweater, and pulled it down to his shoulders. Draco licked a trail across Harry's chest, and suckled in the area just above his heart....
"BOYS, we MUST GO now!" A boisterous voice announced. Hot and disheveled, they jumped apart and ran toward the Centaur.
"We are being followed; You must hurry up and get on my back. We don't have much time, but we HAVE to get OUT of this area! We are endangering ourselves and the spirits who live here!" Chiron scolded. Draco got in front of Harry on the beast, and Harry wrapped his arms protectively around 'his' angelic being. "I hope you both didn't drink too much at that tavern. You're going to actually need your common sense for this one." Chiron looked at the two boys wrapped around each other, and he rolled his eyes. 'They're drunk. It's obvious.'
"Well, um -- Chiron...Why can't we go into the mirror world?" Draco asked, tilting his head to the side.
"It isn't safe there, Draco. Not anymore." Draco's eyes widened as he saw the serious look that dawned on the Centaur's face.
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Chapter Notes::::: I...haven't wrote in like -- a long fricken' time. I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO *takes big breath* OOOOOOOOOOOO sorrrry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway...Well...I didn't plan this chapter, whatsoever. But overall, I'm happy with it. ^_^ I hope you all like it. I know they didn't do a lot, but if you think about their age, their gender, and the problems that people face with sexuality these days, you might be able to see the complications of turning this fic into erotica -- which I highly, highly, highly, highly doubt will happen any time soon... =) AND KEEP IN MIND::: They're drunk...They aren't so drunk where they'll fall over any time soon, but their pretty tipsy, and that screws with your judgement. Just REMEMBER IT. KK? Good. Please review and give suggestions if you can... Thank you all! Love you! *Gives each reader a kiss*
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
All of my thanks goes to:::::
Chibi-Crysti~~ Thank you! ^_^
Lunaris~~ Lol, well...Not slash YET, at least. By the way, the DID arrive in a world full of...um...mirrors. Yeah.
Brenna8~~ Thanks =)
Daughter of Death~~ Here it is!
Pegasus~~ I worship you for that suggestion! Makes the story by whole, much better.
Artemis Astralstar~~ Yep, we sure can get back to it. Just a few more thingies I have to wrap up before that, though. ; )
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You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough. ----Frank Crane
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Silence can be your friend or your enemy. A person would wish for a loving one...a content one...a comfortable one. But stuck in a corner of a lit room, full of mirrors, was Harry Potter, and as much as he wanted it to, the dreadful silence that lurked in the air wouldn't leave. He could feel eyes lingering on his back every minute or so. There were three pairs, and Harry swore he could tell the difference between Fred and George's.
'No one's yet even told me his name...' Harry trailed off, scowling. His dreams had made it seem perfectly natural to just go up to 'the blond' and kiss him like that. How did he know he would have been rejected so shamefully?!
Harry sighed. He might as well move sometime in the next three years. He shifted his weight, so as he was propped up on his elbows, pretending to stare leisurely up at the ceiling. Not that there was much to stare at. The mirror didn't even reflect his image.
Using his peripheral vision, he could see 'the blond' curled up in another corner of the room. 'He's sleeping,' A smile tugged at Harry's lips. Fred and George lay sprawled out on the mirrored ground. George was snoring and every once in a while, he would lash violently for a few seconds and automatically resort to a comfortable sleeping position. Harry worried for a few moments if he should wake him, but decided against it. They all needed their rest; they had obviously been through quite a lot.
Harry's eyes followed the sound of whimpering, when his gaze landed on the blond. An expression of sorrow was etched on his face. What had he been through?
Harry hugged his knees to his chest. He then looked back over to the blond. The whimpering was getting louder and he was moaning things in his sleep. After a few minutes, the blond boy settled down, and a smile wavered through his lips. The expression was gone in a flash of a second, replaced by a look of utter pain.
Harry was sent scattering on his knees over to the screaming boy. One moment he had been smiling, and he looked like he was in heaven. The next, it looked like he had been cast into the fiery, dark pits of hell.
"Wake up," Harry hissed. "Please, wake up!" The boy started crying, and bolted up.
Harry, not expecting this, jumped a little, but recovered. All he could do was stare at his angel; His crying angel.
Draco sobbed into his hands, and suddenly wished that his mother could have been there for him. He longed for her, now that he looked back on it.
"What's your name?" Draco heard from above his shoulder. His sobbing stopped, as his eyes widened in his hands. He slowly looked up toward the voice. Surely, it had to have been...someone else.
Draco gulped. It WAS him. "Dra -- I mean --" Draco stuttered, trying to get over the sudden shock of Harry's ignorance. "Oh, God. Don't you know?" Draco asked softly, tears threatening to fall.
Harry shook his head. He felt so guilty about all of this. The boy of his dreams looked so -- pathetic in this state. Harry's face sunk as Draco shivered violently, and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he started to sob again, and Harry had no idea what to do. Would he be rejected again, like he had when he had kissed the boy?
No; surely he wouldn't mind being held. Maybe he just...didn't feel like being kissed in that state. Harry bit his lip and instinctively wrapped his arms around the grieving young man. Why did this all seem so -- familiar?
"Shh...It's ok. No one can hurt you here. It's ok...It's ok..." Harry soothed, over and over.
The blond was still sobbing when he lifted his head. "Harry, how...we've known each other for so long. How, Harry?!" A flash of lightning reigned throughout his puffy eyes. The time he had spent crying hadn't positively affected his appearance. He looked -- old. And withered. Like he had died. Harry choked on his answer. And truthfully, he didn't have a very sure one.
Harry couldn't stand his angel crying so much like this. It was like his white heart had been ripped apart and thrown into the mud. "Please...you have to help me." Harry mumbled into Draco's ear.
Draco looked up, surprised. "Help you? But...Harry -- what is it that --"
"I lost my memory when I came into this world. I...I need your help to restore some of the missing pieces. Please..." Harry looked longingly into the boy's eyes, and noticed the hope that flooded into them. Another sob escaped his lips, and he wiped some of the refuged tears from his eyes. A smiled slithered onto the pale face.
"I," Draco let a chuckle escape. "I thought you had done that to...to piss me off. Or something..." Draco said, shaking his head, looking toward the ground.
Harry's palm came out to caress the tear-stained cheek, and he paused for a moment as if in thought. "You need to stop crying, or you're going to ruin this pretty little face of yours..." Harry let out, unconsciencely. Draco's eyes widened.
"What?!" Draco looked cautiously toward Harry, and pulled his face away from the comforting strokes.
Harry pulled his hand back, clenching a fist in front of his heart. "I..." He stared into the boy's eyes for a moment more, and sighed, looking toward the ground. "Nevermind. Just...forget it." Harry said, his heart wrenched with nervousness and heartache.
Draco suddenly felt kind of bad for pulling away like that. Harry was acting so...weird. And the kiss had still freaked him out pretty bad. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed through them. "My name's um...Draco, by the way." Draco said, after clearing his throat.
Harry smiled softly. 'At least he isn't at the point of not talking to me.' Harry thought to himself in amusement. He had, at first, expected the worst.
Suddenly, from all around them, they could hear the tinkling of chimes and the whistles of fiddles. Draco looked around nervously, gulping.
"It's all right. We're probably around native spirits of the Celtic regions...Chiron still holds the horn, you know..." Harry said, staring into Draco's eyes. Something dawned in those gray eyes of his, and Harry tilted his head in slight confusion. Draco smirked. "Celtic region?"
"Yeah...I, um...guess Hermione's knowledge comes in handy every once in a while..." Harry trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.
A large, booming voice interrupted the first content moment they had had in a long time. Harry looked toward Chiron in annoyance, whom just yelled louder in response for 'everyone to wake up and eat some breakfast.'
Draco rolled his eyes and stood up, though shaking. His knees almost buckled when Harry slipped his arm around Draco's waist and forced the long, pale arm over his level shoulders. Draco had to admit, he was grateful, though felt extremely weak for having to be helped. He still hadn't forgotten what Harry had done for him just a week before...Harry might have forgotten, but Draco. No. He would never, ever forget.
Draco now felt like a burden to Harry. After Fred and George followed them out of the mirror, Draco pushed him away and tried to walk by himself. Unfortunately for him, he collapsed and almost fainted. He was lightheaded, and felt like he was dehydrated.
"Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself," Harry stated harshly, but there was no missing the hint of concern in his voice. Harry pulled Draco up by the arms, and lifted the boy up. Draco's head now draped across Harry's chest and his legs draped over Harry's right arm. "You're not doing anything by yourself until you get some fluids into your body. Fred and George can manage; They probably drink more than you ever will." Harry stated bluntly, ignoring the glare that came from the gray eyes.
Harry sat Draco down onto a wooden seat with a well worn wooden table in front of him. Draco could feel himself surrounded by folk music and people of long ago dancing away to an unheard of tune. Draco smiled. He kind of liked this music. He started to bob his head from side to side with the rhythm. Draco hadn't even noticed Harry gone, until he had come back with two large pints of ale.
"Sorry -- this is all they have." Harry gave Draco an apologetic look.
"It's ok..." Draco was secretly jumping for joy; Harry had totally forgotten that his favorite drinks always contained a lot of Alcohol! 'Maybe this 'losing his memory' thing isn't so bad after all...' Draco thought, sipping from the strong smelling liquid.
Harry looked at it and scowled. He then tilted it and gulped some down. Draco smirked at the messy-haired Gryffindor as he set the drink down. "That stuff is...disgusting! Gross! Ugh!" Harry exclaimed, scooting the vile substance away. Just to show off, Draco tilted the drink over and gulped the whole thing down. Harry's eyes widened at the move. Harry then narrowed his eyes. 'Oh yeah? I'll show you, my little angel...' Harry, for some reason or other, felt like he needed to laugh menacingly, but decided against it. Instead, he picked the large cup back up and tipped it so large amounts could pour in his mouth. He promised himself not to barf from the strong smell as it burned down his throat. As the last drop went down, he slammed the cup onto the table. "Hah! That shows you, Draco Malfoy!"
Draco looked at Harry as if he had done a crime; Draco had never told Harry his last name.
"Harry, I think you're gaining some of your memory back." Draco said matter- of-factly. The ale didn't matter at the moment.
Harry's brows furrowed, and he nodded slowly. Draco then realized that he didn't want Harry to regain a lot of his memory! 'What if...what if he hates me? What if he gets a lot of the memories back when we had been enemies?!
Draco's face paled.
"Are you all right, Draco? Do you -- do you need to go outside?" Harry asked softly. Draco shrugged it off.
"No, I -- I'm fine. I'm ok. Just a little woozy from the sudden Alcohol."
"Well, then...maybe you don't need any more Alcohol."
"No, I'm fine! Really!" Harry saw the possessive look in Draco's eye, and immediately became suspicious of his angel actually being an undercover Alcoholic.
Disregarding that, Harry sat down again and ordered two more pints of ale. A spark of competition raged through their passionate eyes.
"Scared, Potter?"
"You. Wish." Harry smirked. That was one memory that had come back over the few minutes in this tavern.
Their competition had gotten quite carried away by their fourth pint. Draco was starting to lose focus of the competition in itself, and Harry's chin was leaned on the back of his hand, staring at Draco like a crushing schoolgirl.
"Tell me, Draky, WHY do you always say that you can't stand the sight of a woman in a red dress?" Harry asked, his eyes sparkling.
"I never SAID that, all's I said was that I can't stand up when I see a woman in a red dress. I always faint because she's so bloody hot." Draco smirked, and laughed, his eyes unfocused.
Harry frowned. "You don't love me, Draky?" Harry pouted.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of COURSE I don't love you. Am I bloody stupid, Potter?"
Though drunk, Harry felt rage surging through him, and for some reason, his conscience wasn't there to stop it. "Fuck you, you bastard! I thought you loved me!" Harry yelled, attracting the people at nearby tables. Harry stood up dramatically and smacked Draco. "I fucking HATE you!" Harry yelled, attracting even more people. Everyone except the people serving the ale, that is. They had probably seen enough of this in their thousand years of living up here.
Draco looked at Harry with shock.
"All I ever do is dream about you and long for you, and you fucking throw all of my feelings in my face! Well, I'm just through with this! I'm through with Hogwarts, I'm through with Voldemort, and I'm bloody through with YOU! STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!" Harry screamed. He stormed out of the tavern, leaving very concerned people in his wake.
Draco wasn't as drunk as Harry was. He could hold more alcohol than Harry could, since he had been drinking it for the past year.
Draco chased after him, the ghostly dawn rising over the horizon. A painting of lucid purple and pink stained a line in the sky, and darkness consumed most of the nearby woods.
"Ha-rry!" Draco yelled. "Please! Come back!" If he lost the Gryffindor, he would be in so much trouble. A crunching of leaves alerted Draco to a person nearby. "Who's there?" He asked, his gray eyes darting from tree to tree. Kato jumped down from the tree right in front of Draco.
"Bloody -- Kato, what the hell are you doing here?!" Draco asked. If Kato snitched...
"Draco, Harry ran that way," Kato pointed toward a path that looked really...dark. And morbid. The leaves were brown and cracking, unlike the normal fall leaves that were supposed to litter the ground. Fog loomed over the gravel road, and an eerie wind fell from that direction.
Without hearing the warning from Kato, Draco sped up the trail, looking for any sign of the taller boy. 'Come on...He has to be somewhere around here...' Draco thought. Worry was starting to blossom in his stomach, making him feel ill and nauseous.
Somewhere up ahead, he could see a brunette haired person leaning against a tree. " Harry..." Draco trailed off.
A dead look was in the boy's eyes. Draco's eyes widened. 'No...He can't be!'
Draco knelt down swiftly, and put the tip of his cold fingers to Harry's neck. His heart...
Was still beating. "Thank the gods..." Draco whispered, lifting Harry up with as much strength as he could muster. Draco pinned the taller boy against a tree. "Harry, we have to get you to Chiron. You're drunk, and you need --"
He was cut off by the response. Harry shook his head slowly. "I'm not ever going to be good enough...am I..." Harry whispered, his gaze unfocused. His green eyes brimmed with tears.
"Oh, Harry, please don't start this --"
"No, but you don't understand! Every day, since I've been here, I've been plagued by YOU. Everything, it's about you! MY blond-haired angel!" Harry yelled, a tear escaping his blinking eyes.
'Surely, he's just saying this because he's drunk...' Draco thought. But another look into Harry's eyes... There was trust in the gaze. Trust and --
Draco dare not say the word, or better yet, think it. Draco couldn't tear his eyes from Harry's gaze so soon. He had to find out, through his eyes, WHY and HOW Harry felt about him. Instead of discovering the destination of his search, he had found the pathway to lust.
A pair of lips had already dived down to claim his. Draco didn't even think of the consequences or benefits of this. He was a zombie, only able to feel physical reactions and tastes.
"God, you taste so good..." He heard Harry moan in-between the long shared kiss. It was getting more passionate and deep by the moment, and all Draco could think about was the powerful dominate boy above him...
"Ahem..."
Both Harry and Draco jumped apart as their eyes settled on the mischievous looking Kato. "Come, both of you. Chiron awaits..."
Draco looked at Harry after Kato had silently walked away, and walked slowly after Kato, followed by Harry, right behind him.
Draco was being consumed by this feeling. He had to... had to...
Draco walked over to Harry and roughly pushed him against a nearby tree. Without saying anything, both of them claimed each other's lips. Kato slowly looked behind him with a smile on his face, winked, and disappeared.
Draco broke the kiss, much to Harry's disappointment, but immediately started suckling his neck in response to the sudden feeling of loss. Harry leaned his head back and moaned. Draco nipped a tender piece of flesh which made Harry hiss with pleasure. Draco unbuttoned the top button of Harry's gray sweater, and pulled it down to his shoulders. Draco licked a trail across Harry's chest, and suckled in the area just above his heart....
"BOYS, we MUST GO now!" A boisterous voice announced. Hot and disheveled, they jumped apart and ran toward the Centaur.
"We are being followed; You must hurry up and get on my back. We don't have much time, but we HAVE to get OUT of this area! We are endangering ourselves and the spirits who live here!" Chiron scolded. Draco got in front of Harry on the beast, and Harry wrapped his arms protectively around 'his' angelic being. "I hope you both didn't drink too much at that tavern. You're going to actually need your common sense for this one." Chiron looked at the two boys wrapped around each other, and he rolled his eyes. 'They're drunk. It's obvious.'
"Well, um -- Chiron...Why can't we go into the mirror world?" Draco asked, tilting his head to the side.
"It isn't safe there, Draco. Not anymore." Draco's eyes widened as he saw the serious look that dawned on the Centaur's face.
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Chapter Notes::::: I...haven't wrote in like -- a long fricken' time. I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO *takes big breath* OOOOOOOOOOOO sorrrry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway...Well...I didn't plan this chapter, whatsoever. But overall, I'm happy with it. ^_^ I hope you all like it. I know they didn't do a lot, but if you think about their age, their gender, and the problems that people face with sexuality these days, you might be able to see the complications of turning this fic into erotica -- which I highly, highly, highly, highly doubt will happen any time soon... =) AND KEEP IN MIND::: They're drunk...They aren't so drunk where they'll fall over any time soon, but their pretty tipsy, and that screws with your judgement. Just REMEMBER IT. KK? Good. Please review and give suggestions if you can... Thank you all! Love you! *Gives each reader a kiss*