-Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, I've just taken them away from Hogwarts for a bit, so I can torture and manipulate them. :)

-Summary: Harry loses his memory after Sirius' death - he remembers nothing but his life at Privet Drive and the magic he's learned. Once he re-meets everyone, his life is turned upside down... Rated R, Boy/Boy love, Blood play, etc.

-Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione/Ron

-Author Notes: Goddamn it's been a long time. I'm sorry. BUT HERE IT IS!!! The most sexual chapter ever. And the most bloody. Have fun. ;)

Forgive me for taking so long, please? :x

Harry had never felt more confused in his life.

What was Draco thinking?

Harry let out a muffled noise into Draco's slightly opened mouth. Draco's tongue was slick and slithering like a snake in circles around Harry's own tongue. Harry's eyes had been shocked at first, but were now slowly drooping closed, and the noise in the Great Hall was deafening.

Harry was just getting the hang of kissing Draco back, when the blond slowly pulled away. Harry's lips followed Draco's for an inch or so, his eyes fluttered open, and he gazed into Draco's silver-blue ones. The sounds in the Great Hall came flooding back to him in a rush, and his face instantly heated as he realised what he had just done in front of all of Hogwarts.

Harry took a step back and fixed his glasses, not sure of what he should be feeling. He licked his lips slowly and glanced back up at Draco, who was smirking.

The look burnt shivers into Harry's skin.

Draco pulled away from Harry slowly, and smiled into his confused face. Poor Harry, he thought to himself. He could tell it had been Harry's first kiss with a boy... and he could tell that deep down, Harry liked it. The black-haired boy had clearly attempted to press his own lips back into Draco's towards the end, albeit a little awkwardly.

Draco's darkened eyes closely followed Harry, who took a step back and tried to occupy his flustered self. Draco's hungry eyes grazed from Harry's own downcast eyes, over his flushed cheeks, and to his reddened and pouting lips, which looked as though they had been stained with a rich red wine.

The sounds of the Great Hall drove Draco crazy. The perfectly innocent look on Harry's face drove Draco insane. The rush of stealing the boy-who-lived's lips drove Draco wild inside. He couldn't contain himself -

But before Draco could lean forward, Harry had already reached up and grabbed Draco's silver and green tie, pulling him in quickly. Their heated breath came at the same time in a gasp, in the split-second before their lips met once more.

The Great Hall had erupted, and if anyone was standing outside listening, they might have thought they were about to witness a small riot.

"Holy shit! They are gay!"

"Oh Merlin, that is so hot..."

"Ugh, gross! How can they do that in a public place?!"

The Great Hall echoed with just about every comment imaginable. No one could believe what was happening before their very eyes. No one would have ever guessed they'd witness the two Princes of the school actually kissing each other. And none of the girls had quite imagined that they would find it so... magnetising. It was physically hard for some of them to look away.

Pansy turned to Blaise with wide eyes.

"Can you believe it??" she gasped.

"No... no... this wasn't supposed to happen," Blaise muttered under his breath. He was barely audible because of all the noise and clamor already brewing in the Hall. "They were supposed to look like the biggest idiots in the world."

Pansy's grip tightened on Blaise's arm. Nearly everyone in the Hall had gotten to their feet by now. The Slytherins and Gryffindors were looking aghast, as if they had all seen Lord Voldemort suddenly appear.

"This can't be happening...," Blaise was still muttering. "No, we were supposed to win. They weren't supposed to get the better of our plan..."

And when the two boys kissed for the second time, those who had been in on the joke threw their caps down in indignation. No one could believe that the plan had completely backfired.

"Damn that Draco Malfoy," Blaise hissed through his teeth.

At the Head Table, the teachers were deathly silent. No comments came from anyone. It was almost as if someone had cast a silencing spell on them all. And yet... no one had. Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall glanced at each other - Snape with a knowing look in his eyes, and McGonagall's mouth hanging slightly open in surprise.

No one saw Dumbledore's head give a tiny, almost unnoticeable nod. And no one saw his bright blue eyes twinkle.

Harry couldn't breathe. He finally pulled away, his mouth moist and open, and his chest heaving. Draco's eyelids were heavy and half-closed in bliss, and he rubbed his cheek against Harry's. The two boys resembled cats aching to be touched; they didn't quite know what they were doing as their jawlines grazed firmly against each other, each one's breath echoing in the other's ear.

Harry had never been this close to anyone before. In a fit of restlessness, he shakily ran his fingers up and down Draco's chest, causing the other boy to groan quietly and arch his body closer. Draco's body was heavily leaning into Harry, and his hot breath seared into Harry's neck.

Neither one of them could have had the mental capacity at that moment to care what anyone else thought of them - and they wouldn't have noticed anyone but themselves anyway.

Much later that night, Harry lay on his back, awake in bed. He gingerly touched his lips with a finger - they were still a tad bit swollen, and tender to the touch. He had never kissed anyone that hard before. He couldn't even remember kissing anyone in his entire life.

The memories of that kiss flashed through Harry's mind in a messy jumble of senses. He couldn't stop the onslaught of images that barraged his mind. His brain was a heavy mush of amorous gray eyes, that dark look that burned through his own, and lips whose lines fit perfectly into Harry's own like a puzzle piece. It had felt so right, Harry didn't even bother to question the fact that he was apparently into boys.

Harry gasped and his eyes flew open. He realised that he had been rubbing his pants rather hard, and his hips seemed glued to his rigid palm. He squirmed and his cheeks flushed, even though he knew no one could be watching him. They were all asleep.

Harry's eyelids dropped closed again and his breath heaved shallowly. His hand pressed down harder through his pajamas. He imagined silver-blond hair and red lips to match his own...

Thick blood poured slickly through Draco's fingers. The dark color sharply contrasted with his pale skin. He couldn't tell where the blood was coming from. Was it coming from himself? Or was it coming from her? He just didn't know. The confusion he felt overpowered his senses.

Draco fell to his knees weakly. In his effort to stay balanced, his hand shot out to the ground in front of him and leaned forward. His palms slipped across a sticky puddle of dark blood, smearing it. His fingers went rigid and he gasped for breath.

White light engulfed him. It was the only thing whiter than his hair. A piercing shriek cut through the air - Draco didn't know if it was coming from her, or his own opened mouth -

As soon as Draco tried to stand again, he promptly crumbled to the ground. His world went black.

"N-no...," Draco moaned. "Not this, anything but this, please let me go - "

Draco shook himself awake and tried to free himself of his captor. His arms and legs were trapped. He frantically flexed his muscles, but ended up crashing to the ground next to his bed. The blankets were wrapped tightly around him, and he couldn't breathe. He shot an arm out and the tip of his thin wand cut through the sheet. He pulled the tear open and rolled out of the blanket, finally able to catch his breath.

What a strange dream, he thought.

He reached a hand up to run through his disheveled hair. Draco felt a wetness on his hand and was disgusted with himself - Malfoys never sweat, even when they have nightmares.

Wait... no - it couldn't be -

Horrified, he slowly pulled his hand down level with his eyes.

His fingers were drenched in blood.

"Could you believe they were actually... kissing?"

It was a little after midnight and just about the whole castle was awake. The students had recently come back to the dormitories after the rest of the night's Halloween festivities. The rest of the evening had been minimal in excitement in comparison to Harry and Draco's moment together alone on the dance floor.

No one quite knew where the two had gone. Everyone assumed they had left to be alone somewhere a little more private. Several (or many) students would have attempted to follow them, had they known when exactly the boys had left. But they might not have even departed together. They sort of just... disappeared, sometime through the course of the night.

In reality, Draco and Harry had not left together at all. Of course, each one had considered it, but a few seconds later had decided they didn't want to risk being together again. Neither one of them they would be able to keep their hands off the other... and both of them knew that if they did, there would be an awkward silence instead.

Neither seemed willing to risk anything at that point.

Hermione and Ginny were in the common room, cozy in their pajamas in front of the fire. Several other Gryffindors had taken the Halloween party to the house common room to continue, once all the students had been forced out of the Great Hall for the night. No one seemed able to calm down, and it was now a pajama party.

"This is a secret, but I've never seen Harry so attractive as when he was kissing Draco...," Ginny gushed. Her face was turning pink.

Hermione made a face of mock disgust.

Ginny playfully pushed her shoulder. "You know you liked it."

Hermione grinned. "Sure, I've never really thought of either of them as attractive," she lied. She had a teensy crush on Draco, and she'd always felt as though Harry's green eyes were striking into her, but the feeling had intensified into a rush a few hours earlier. "They weren't that bad."

Ron was sitting a few chairs away and could overhear every word they said. He couldn't understand what was so hot about two boys kissing. I've seen Fred and George plenty of ti..., he thought, and then stopped himself suddenly before he could think any further.

Giggling erupted from the couch the two girls were sitting on. Ginny was cracking up at something that obviously Hermione had said.

Ron shook his head. Just about everyone seemed to be talking about the new "couple", and it was beginning to get on his nerves.

The thing was, no one really knew if they were a couple or not.

The minute Draco Malfoy crumpled to the floor in a dead faint, Harry Potter awoke without warning in the darkness.

His body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. He felt chilled to the bone, as if he'd just gone swimming in the lake.

"L-Lumos...," he whispered, holding up his wand. The light streamed steadily over his body and he scrambled for his glasses.

Harry gave a startled gasp as his bare chest and arms slowly came to focus... the sweat was glistening in tiny ruby droplets... it was as though his skin had been pinpricked by a thousand needles.

Harry's wand clattered to the floor, and he was plunged into the darkness it left behind.

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A/N: Sorry about the cliffie! I meant to stop it a few pages ago, but I couldn't stop. I apologise again for taking so long! What do you guys think of this one?