Note:The story is written in form of a series of memories, as Harry indicated. It is not his story, more of a pensieve account.
AN: Just changed the rating to M- don't all start panicking I'm going to go overboard but I'm not afraid of righting provocatively! I suppose I should add some warnings just in case: Fluff, suggested Slash, possible MPREG (sorry, I find them cute), spiteful!Lucius, slightly OOC Snape (he's alive- love him too much to kill him!). That's all I think! Oh an thank you for reading!
A low groan from the pillow beside Harry woke him from his slumber. Sitting up slowly he took in the slowly awakening form. He glanced down to see silver eyes looking at him lovingly, eye lids obscuring the whole view as the dream world tried to reclaim him.
''Mornin' Dray.'' Harry muttered quietly, raising his hand and tracing the blondes face softly. His eyes droop closed at my ministrations and a yawn brakes his features, effectively waking him up.
''Mornin' Harry.'' He mumbled, sitting up slightly and crushing their lips together in a simple good morning kiss. He sat back stretching his arms wide and letting another loud yawn escape as he fought off the sleep.
''We should be going you know, Ron's probably wondering where I am, and Hermione is getting too close for comfort with this 'us' business.'' Harry commented, reaching his arm out to grip him around the waist, pulling him firmly to rest against his side and kissing the crown of his head.
''Mm,'' Draco mumbled sleepily, curling into his side and letting his head fall against the still bare chest, Harry leant back to support himself on the head board. ''Don' wan' … too tired.''
''It's not my fault you have such a good libido … not that I'm complaining … you're rather talented by the way.'' Harry grinned as the blonde sat up and looked at him with wide eyes, obviously very much awake.
''You're blaming my sleep deprived state on me? How dare you Harry James Potter, I wouldn't be this way if it wasn't for you. You're too damn hot for me to stay away!" Draco chided playfully, and in one swift movement he was tackling Harry underneath him, successfully pinning the raven haired man down on the bed. Draco bent over Harry and began kissing deeply, drawing a deep groan from him as warmth filled his groin, memories of last night's activities flashing in his mind to awaken his arousal.
Harry pushed him back with a smile, looking at his delicious swollen lips for the numerous snog fests of the past night. "Sorry, sorry. I'll try to cool down for you … Dragon." He muttered cheekily. With a small wink and a loose one armed hug, Harry stood stretching and started picking up the discarded clothes.
"Up!" He ordered the blonde, grabbing the covers and yanking them away forcefully, leaving the blonde naked in the centre of the bed.
"Oi!" Draco growled, stalking out of the bed and joining his lover in dressing. "Was there really any need for such force?"
"Yes, you would never have left if I hadn't. Don't lie, I know you too well Draco." Harry exclaimed happily, slyly watching his lover as he continued fighting with the remaining clothes, fastening the buckle of his trousers and stretching for a final time.
"Hmph, that's what you think." The blonde commented with a small smile as he smoothed down his shirt and lead the way to the door. "Rest assured, I keep my secrets well hidden." He added with a wink over his shoulder, reaching for the door handle.
"Well I'll just have to get those few secrets from you in any way possible." Harry purred, stalking towards the blonde and wrapping his arm perfectly around his waist to bring the man back upon his chest.
"Mm, you can try." Draco mumbled, tilting his head to one side so Harry had clear access to his throat. Taking this as an invitation, Harry latched his mouth on the side of Draco's neck and pressed light kisses along it, extracting a quiet moan from the blonde.
"I will." Harry smirked, continuing his ministrations for a few minutes until he withdrew, removing his arms from around the blonde, drawing a meagre mewl of disapproval from the smaller man. "Not now though, now we must leave."
"Spoil sport." Draco muttered, scowling. Looking at Harry, the blonde sighed, understanding that Harry would stand his ground, he turned and opened the door.
Both boys walked out of the door quietly, turning back once to watch as it disappeared from sight. The room of requirements had become a sanctuary for them in their times of need, it's magic worked wonders as it allowed the two to enjoy their sinful relationship away from prying eyes. Though they had officially left Hogwarts last year, the 'disruption' to learning had caused an eighth year to be created, letters had been sent calling all previous students back on orders that they must complete their NEWTs, and students had returned, some more reluctant than others.
"Alas, now we must go our separate ways." Harry said, mock swooning, re-enacting a muggle romance. He turned to Draco with a small sad smile and pulled him in for a final lingering kiss.
Unbeknown to them, a small brunette watched from the other end of the corridor. Upon seeing this slightly act, she let out a startled gasp and quickly turned and retreated.
Hearing the sound, both boys broke apart immediately. "Shit." Draco groaned under his breath, a red tinge covering his face at the thought of being caught.
"Quite. We better go. Goodbye my dragon." Harry said quietly. Draco's blush rose as he smiled at the loving endearment. With a final glance, the two turned in opposing directions and left swiftly.
Leaving the seventh floor corridor was easy for Harry, and no sooner than he'd left Draco, he found himself outside the Gryffindor common room. The Fat-Lady sat proudly in her portrait looking down in distaste at the raven haired boy.
"And what time do you call this Potter?" She drawled, glaring at the boy, seemingly sizing him up. "You're up to no good as usual. Before you complain, no, I'm not going to ask, I'm merely stating my disapproval. Password?"
Scowling, Harry shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably for a moment. "Fanged Geranium." He muttered with a pout, trying his best to conceal the embarrassment from her unceremonious berating.
Instantly the portrait swung aside to reveal a familiar entrance. Harry stumbled through quickly, jumping slightly as it swung closed instantaneously with a rather loud bang. He continued in, finding the room empty, and sat heavily in the chair near the fire with a loud sigh.
Thoughts swam through his head as he sat for minutes, staring blankly into the fire. Who had seen him and Draco outside the Room of Requirements? Would they tell everyone? Would he be in trouble? Of course he would! That was why they hadn't told anyone of their relationship. Though Voldermort had gone, his followers had not, and the world did not change its view instantly. Draco had been a Death eater, and he was the 'Golden Boy', their relationship would never be understood. If the knowledge was ever to get out, who knew what threats they would receive if-
A creak of stairs interrupted Harry from his thoughts, followed by the sound of shuffling further in the room. Now fully aware that he was not alone, Harry sat up and looked around.
"Oh, it's you." Harry commented, his voice void of emotions. He slipped back into the chair, repositioning himself for more comfort, he held out his hand, indicating the free seat near him for the visitor to take.
"I'd rather you not refer to me as 'you', thank you Harry. You're a right foul git on a morning you know." The curly haired girl chagrined, taking the seat indicated with grace.
"Sorry 'Mione, I'm just tired." Harry defended himself, looking directly at her and holding her gaze to prove his point. If the bags under his eyes were anything to go by, it was clear that Harry was sleep deprived.
"Where have you been Harry? We were worried sick, Ron and I." Hermione questioned, looking intently at the raven haired boy. As the minutes passed y, it became clear that Harry was not going to answer, so she tried a new tactic. "Harry … Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Confused, and still quite dazed form the tiredness that was seeping in, Harry sighed and leant forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his knees, he buried his face into his upturned palms and pressed lightly over his eyes.
"No 'Mione. I'm just tired. Stress making it hard for me to sleep an' all. I went for a walk under the cloak. You understand?" Harry mumbled quietly, still not looking directly at her.
An awkward pregnant pause held between the two as Hermione looked over the sunken ravens form, quietly evaluating the situation knowing full well that Harry was trying to hide something.
"I'm … erm … I'm going to go back to bed 'Mione. 'S early and everything. See you later yeah?" The raven imparted, standing quickly and walking towards the stair case chancing a glance back at her with a small smile.
Hermione nodded, and watched the raven haired boy walk away wordlessly. Withholding information was not her strong point, but she knew now was not the time to talk, or for him to talk more importantly. She would bide her time, Harry would talk eventually. Once the boy had left the room, she followed his lead, exiting the empty room and returning to her bed.
The day went on smoothly, if a little quiet for the students of Hogwarts. An awkward atmosphere had set in over the Golden Trio, much to everyone else's annoyance. It was not clear why the trio did not talk, the trio themselves were confused, though Harry had a thought as to why, and he believed it had something to do with his and Draco's morning intrusion. Hermione had been looking at him strangely the entire day, and Harry hoped it was not related to what he was thinking.
Dinner approached fast, and before they knew it, the trio found themselves seated over the Gryffindor table, feasting in the all too familiar silence. In stark contrast the main hall was very loud, shouts, laughter and the occasional shriek drifted in and out of their hearing range. Harry kept his eyes trained away from his friends as he looked across the room towards the Slytherin table, hoping to spot the familiar blonde, concealing a small smile as the boy in question looked at him and elegantly inclined his head in a neat nod of recognition.
"… party next week you know. You'll be going right?" A voice could be heard above the commotions, dragging Harry back into reality.
Startled out of his daze, Harry looked up apologetically to see that Seamus was talking to him, a small smile on his lips.
"Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say?" Harry apologised, allowing himself to return the Irish man a small smile.
"Godric Harry, you really need to listen more." Seamus teased, mock slapping the boy before continuing. " I said, the Slytherins are holding one of their famous parties next week. Are you going?"
"Oh, sorry. Erm, why would I go? I mean, I don't talk to them and we're Gryffindors. Gryffindors and Slytherins don't get along- that's one of the unwritten rules of Hogwarts Seamus." Harry stated plainly, trying his best not to sound interested in hopes that this conversation would be dropped.
"Oh come on Harry! It's called inter-house bonding! McGonagall requested that we at least try to get on. The wars over Harry, times change and we need to move on. I know you and Malfoy don't get on but that's no reason to miss a party! Please, for me."
Harrys heart fluttered at the mention of Malfoy, and his mind began ticking furiously. He couldn't wait to see the man again, and if a party meant he could, then so be it. Scheming would allow him a little distraction, and a bit of good planning would allow the two to sneak off unnoticed. Making his mind up, Harry grinned at Seamus and nodded his head in agreement.
"You're right Seamus. What a good idea?" He laughed, picking up his fork and pushing the food around his plate. His appetite had still not returned, not that that was unusual. "We need drinks though – 's not a party without them, right? I'd say we get some from Hogsmeade next week when we go. I'll bring my cloak so we can sneak it back."
"Sounds good! Harry …" Seamus said, a wide grin spreading across his face. "… Nice to have you back." He added in more serious tone.
"Hey, I never left. Still here right?" The raven hair boy added, a light tone of sarcasm to his voice, hand lifted indicating himself as he said it.
"Yeah … yeah." Seamus laughed slightly, and with that he finished his meal and stood from the table, inclining his head politely to them all, adding a small smile for Harry. "I gotta go now, see you in lessons." And with that, he was off.
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Next chapter: PARTY!