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Harry was now quickly approaching the Quidditch Pitch not wanting to run into anyone. After the Justin incident he had time to think about his predicament as a whole and realized he couldn't deal with it alone. He'd made the decision to tell someone everything. Well not every little detail, including being his boyfriend's ex-enemy and of course about Tom's alternative personality. He still had to figure what to do about Ron but he thought that first he'd try to get through to Hermione but without support he'd probably fail. He wanted to so badly talk to his parents it almost hurt, but he didn't want to jeopardize their existence in any way. He couldn't tell Tom obviously so that left Draco or Nott.
Draco won. He'd have to explain it in such a way that he didn't sound mad or else he feared this world would crumble or at the very least that Draco would dump him. He'd only been in the relationship for about a day and already he couldn't think about being without him. It wasn't only the attention he received but the stability he had always craved.
As Harry crossed into the grass area he looked above to locate said person but couldn't see anyone. Mounting his broom he took off at lightening speed. He'd found this broom on the way out of the hospital wing, probably taken from a first year. It was odd that he didn't own his own broom, maybe he'd go into Hogsmeade this week with Draco to buy one. That would be a fun date.
It felt amazing and freeing to fly again, this was the perfect stress reliever. He couldn't believe Dumbledore allowed them to take the day off, but then again this feeling was ever constant in his life now. Flying smoothly upwards and then diving suddenly to gain the needed rush was his favorite. While he zipped back and forth across the field he didn't realize he was being watched. When he rounded the field for the third time he saw that now he had company.
For one paling second he was brought back to his time when he put against Draco to find the snitch. As he started to fly next to Harry however, he calmed down. Smirking at the blonde, Harry flew sharply to his left to test how good a flyer he was. Draco followed in suite in amazement at how beautiful he was in the air. He handled himself with such confidence that it turned him on immensely. But he couldn't allow his dark haired boyfriend to be better than him because this was his territory.
"You can't beat me Potter." Draco shouted as he accelerated to cut him off.
"Watch me!" Harry shouted back with glee. It felt so right to be there with him, teasing, and drama free with friendly competition. It reminded him of Ron but he wouldn't dwell on the feeling of loss but instead put all his efforts into showing Draco a thing or two.
After an hour both boys decided to call for a draw. Harry knew he'd gone a bit easy on the boy but in all honesty they were a good match. Landing first, Harry stretched his head side to side and rolled his shoulders to relieve to tension. He jumped slightly as he felt two hands started to work out the tightened muscles.
"You are amazing," Draco breathed into Harry's ear. "I never thought I'd see the day that Harry Potter almost beat me on the Quidditch field. No one is going to believe it. Have you been practicing or something? It's like you've been flying for years."
"Uh, yeah I went around with my dad a couple times," Harry lied smoothly.
"Well, your father is one hell of a teacher then," Draco complimented.
Harry didn't know how to tell him, he wanted to keep pretending to be the guy of his dreams come true. It felt good to be able to give someone everything they wanted because Harry felt this Draco deserved it. It also helped that the he treated him like the golden boy he was so often made fun of for. But he knew he couldn't continue being sexually harassed by random males and lose people from his past life. He'd have to recreate everything in this life and that included his relationships.
"Draco, I have to tell you something." Harry started. Turning around he grabbed the blond's wrists and gently held them to show he was serious. He couldn't look into his eyes as he said, "I don't remember anything about my life except the past two days." It was the truth no matter that it was only a fraction. "I know who everyone is but I don't remember anything about them or how they relate to me."
Harry realized up in the air that he didn't want to read the diary; he didn't want to live Evil Harry's life. He wanted his own and in order to do that he'd have to convince Draco that when he said he wanted to start over that he completely meant it. This was the moment he'd receive his answer.
Draco stared at the boy in front of with awe; this was the moment he knew would come. The moment Harry would come up with some insane excuse to break his heart. It was by far the most creative but Draco knew when Harry was lying. Shaking off the smaller boy Draco inhaled sharply mostly out of hurt with a pinch of anger.
"If you want to break up just tell it to my face." Draco returned calmly. He should have seen this coming, wanting to go to The Pitch instead of the room.
How could he not realize he just kidding himself, all Harry wanted was his body? He should've listened to Tom when he warned him over the summer. Draco was well aware of who Harry was seen with and who was at the top of the list. How could Harry be exclusive, especially with him? He had told him enough times that he was too young to be with just one person but Draco was foolish enough to think that maybe this year would be different.
"Draco, I don't want to break up with you." Harry said back calmly. He thought this might happen. He was so sensitive.
"I should have listened to my father, he always told me to wait to fall in love after school because the people here don't know how to commit." Draco ran both his hands through his hair with frustration. This wasn't happening again, he wasn't about to let Harry break his heart again.
"Draco," Harry repeated with a bit more force. However, the blond starting going off not wanting to hear anything Harry had to say.
"I mean, it's bad enough that the reason I'm into guys is because of you. You and your seductive lifestyle. I will not believe for a second that you weren't planning this charade all along. I wouldn't even be surprised if Blaise was hiding in the stands with a camera to document the epic failure that is me." By this time Draco started shouting at everything around him. "Blaise, you can come out now! Come and get your money shot."
Harry stood across from him waiting for him to calm down; he knew anything he said would further upset him. Instead he let his broom drop and grasped the taller boy's shoulders until their eyes connected. Draco was afraid he'd start crying and it took everything in him to just stay angry, to forget what he thought was happening.
"I am not breaking up with you, you daft ferret." Harry drilled as nicely as he could. "I am simply trying to tell you that I have amnesia and you're the only person I felt safe enough telling, alright? This isn't a game, no one is in the stands and I certainly wouldn't fabricate a story this wild to break up with you."
Draco blinked twice before pushing Harry back while brushing himself off. "You expect me to believe that you all of sudden don't remember anything about your life. That's extremely convenient knowing the things you've been up to." His sarcastic tone made Harry smile.
"Well I wouldn't know would I?" Harry retorted.
Draco tilted his head to the side, he didn't want to fall for any of Harry's tricks but for some reason his heart told him he was being truthful. Then again anything the boy said to him was practically gospel. He waited a few minutes before answering Harry's pleading eyes.
"That might explain the unruly locks." He shrugged not fully committing to the idea. "But not why you waited so long to tell anyone, and how you can remember people but not your past." Harry could deal with skepticism over hysteria any day and he was glad for the progress. "It's not like you were hexed, you wouldn't allow anyone near you."
"I don't know, from what I hear I get sloshed often." Harry joked; he managed to get Draco to duck his head a try to cover a chuckle with a cough. "I don't know what happened to me. All I remember is waking to my parents after a nightmare where they died." His heart skipped, he didn't need to tell Draco that but it felt good to tell a half truth. "Then getting on the train by myself, I didn't even know what house I was in. I felt alone, I remembered people but I didn't know who was my friend or enemy, until you whispered in my ear to follow you. Since then I can't imagine not being around you." He didn't mean to get mushy but he felt like Draco should hear the words for himself. "You make me feel safe Draco."
Harry placed his hand on the back of his neck, he was rubbish at sentimental and hoped Draco knew that he was being honest. As he looked back up he felt Draco brush their lips together. Grabbing Draco around the waist Harry softly returned the favor. Placing his fingers within Harry's hair Draco tilted his head to gain better access. He still didn't know if he completely believed his story, but that was the sweetest thing the boy had told him, lie or not it deserved a snog session. Harry realized that he was moaning and leaning heavily on Draco who was keeping them balanced. He feared he'd melt into the taller boy, he felt so scrumptious.
Draco moved his hands to grasp Harry's arse and the magic snapped for Harry. Even though his body was screaming for the attention his mind told him they were still in a public place. He'd have to earn his modesty by stopping intense public displays of affection. Softly breaking their lips Harry simply hugged Draco to him and breathed deeply to calm himself.
"If what you're saying is true," Draco started, "why did you sleep with me last night?"
"Besides the fact you make me incredibly horny?" Harry teased, "I thought it was the only way I could show you I was serious about this relationship. You're extremely good at it by the way." He added not knowing exactly how to compliment his talented boyfriend.
Draco ignored this and continued his thought, "So, it's kind of like I was your first?"
Harry pulled away from the embrace confused, "I guess so."
Draco started to beam at the thought, if Harry wanted to pretend he was his first he wouldn't say otherwise. "Alright love, you don't remember anything but you still want to be with me. I can live with that."
"Good." Harry pecked Draco's lips then started tugging him to the castle. "I would also appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone else. I'm not sure what's happening but I don't want to bother my parents or any of the professors with it." Draco raised his eyebrow in wonder but didn't vocally question his decision. He started to like the idea that this new Harry was all his and whatever kept him that way was necessary. "It's starting to get cold out here, let's go get some dinner."
As they walked back to the castle Draco started asking how Harry knew how to fly if he actually didn't have any lessons. Harry started teasing the blond saying he was beaten by a newbie and that sparked a game of tag between the boys as they raced back. Neither realizing they were being watched the entire time by a fuming boy who vowed to change Harry back into who he supposed to be.
Harry was feeling much better after telling Draco his secret. At dinner they talked to Tom about his flying ability and that made all of them want to play a game over the weekend. Blaise was happily absent so there were no awkward moments when Draco brushed Harry's hair out of eyes or kissed his cheek. They were all in such high spirits that the first day had come to an end that no one brought up Weasley. Harry quickly realized that he was always the center of attention in his group and if he didn't bring up anything uncomfortable the boys ignored it. Even though he missed Mione it was nice to not be drilled by his friends for once.
When they entered the room none of the boys questioned Draco entering Harry's bed. Nott did make a joke to include a silencing spell which earned him a pillow at his head. As Harry was dressing for bed he noticed a tapping against the window to his right. A black owl was asking for entrance which Tom allowed him. In his mouth was a wrapped paper package addressed to Harry. He took it and opened the note attached as the bird gracefully left then continued to read the messy writing to himself:
Hello Harry! Hope your first day back was brilliant, I know you'll do amazing this year. Remember to have tons of fun for your mother and me. Can't wait for Christmas if you're staying with us! Remember to clean your socks (your mother asked me to put that!) and that we love you. Love, Dad and Mum.
His heart skipped a beat, he forgot to firecall his parents, it would take so much getting used to having them so near. He couldn't help the swelling in his heart as he ripped open the package. It was the picture he had broken. Turning it over Harry was surprised to see that it wasn't of his parents. It was a small group of younger kids, obviously in the middle was Harry striking a pose and blowing kisses.
A taller boy had his arm around him waving shyly; with glasses Harry realized it was Tom. On the other side was Draco looking briefly at Harry every few seconds with no emotion and knelling in front of them were Nott and Blaise making obscene faces. It looked as if this was taken in their third or forth year since Draco and Nott were in their Quidditch uniforms. It warmed him inside that he had evidence that he lived a happy life when he was younger with people who loved him. Placing the picture next to his bed he crawled into Draco's inviting embrace. He could get used to this life.
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