A/N: Hey everyone! I've missed this story so much! I'm super glad that, as you may have read in the author's note in my other story (831), my fanfiction folder got deleted and I lost the plot outline, because this chapter is pretty awesome and if I'd been following the outline, it would've probably been filler haha. I first wrote the outlines for this story and 831 several years ago, so the content and writing style was... juvenile, at best. I feel like this story has also benefited from the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants approach lol! Like I said in 831, forgive me for any continuity problems. Without an outline, I often lose track of the little details. Let me know if you find any, and I'll fix them as fast as I can.

As I also said in the author's note in 831, school is starting back up tomorrow after an absolutely amazing spring break :( Between homework, the looming AP Tests, and the musical (of which I am the student director, and am very excited about) coming up in the last weekend in April, I'll have little/no time to write D: I'm going to try to work on everything as much as possible, but please forgive me if it's a while before I update again. Around May 10th, I'll be free and clear, and then I'm finished with high school on May 25th (God, I can't believe that it's almost over! I'm torn between being nostalgic and sad, and jumping for joy haha!) so you can expect a whirlwind of updates around that time to make up for this month hiatus!

I love you all~ Thank you so much for the favorites and alerts that have been flooding my inbox! I promise I won't abandon these stories; I love the plots too much to do that lol! On the other side of the coin, I've had very few reviews thus far :( I'd love for you guys to bombard my inbox with notices and let me know if you love or hate this story, and why. It truly does motivate me to keep going when life gets hard and I feel like I can't do anything right.

.:Chapter Three:.

Draco somehow managed to make it through the day without breaking down in public, though right before lunch he had been forced to duck into the nearest restroom before he burst into tears. He felt like such a woman, crying like this. It was unbecoming of a Malfoy. But he just couldn't stop the images of last night from surfacing at the forefront of his consciousness. Each new memory would bring a brief smile to his lips, followed by the most heart-wrenching sadness Draco had ever experienced. He had come close to turning his wand on himself several times already, but each time he would stop and imagine going back to the way things were before he had slept with the boy he loved, and he would realize that he just couldn't give up the little slice of happiness that had been given to him. Not to mention, the last time a wizard had tried to obliviate themselves, they had wound up in a permanent room in St. Mungo's… Draco huffed moodily, trapped by his own conflicting desires.

When he passed Harry in the hallway, that was when it was the most difficult for him to maintain his calm façade. His body reacted to the tan God before him, gravitating towards him, trying to relive the best night of his life. He decided to skip dinner altogether, unsure if he would be able to stare at the back of Harry's head for an hour without leaping across the table and molesting him. He collapsed on his four-poster bed, a war raging inside his head.

I shouldn't have Obliviated him… I can't bear to look in his eyes and know that he has no memory of what we shared.

I shouldn't have let him seduce me in the first place.

But what if I had left the future to fate? Why did I take it into my own hands… Maybe he wouldn't have been as freaked out as I imagined.

Who am I trying to fool? He probably would have tried to AK me, and then himself. He would have been devastated that he had allowed a filthy death eater to fuck him until he didn't know his own name…

God, the sounds he made, the sounds that I caused… He's so beautiful.

I don't deserve him.

This is my punishment for tainting something so pure… I deserve this pain.

His thoughts chased one another in circles until he was sure he would lose himself in the tangled mess inside himself. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep, nightmare after nightmare ripping him apart from the inside out.

Harry stared at the pile of potatoes sitting on his plate, drooping under the weight of the gravy he had pooled on top of them. Most of the school had received Hangover potions by now, and the hangovers of those unlucky few who hadn't been able to acquire one had mostly worn off. As a result, the normal happy chatter had resumed in the Great Hall.

The brunette moodily drew his fork through his food, feeling disconnected from the others. All day, brief flashes of memory from the party had come up, blurry and out of focus as though he were observing himself from outside of his own body. He had the strange feeling that a spell had been cast on him; unfamiliar magic buzzed beneath his own powerful signature. It wasn't a malicious energy, but it seemed to be steadfastly clinging to him. He had faith that his body would undo whatever the charm had done to him given time, but he was frustrated that somebody had been able to cast a spell on him in the first place.

Why would somebody have done this? A curse, I would understand. I have plenty of enemies in Slytherin. It was stupid of me to let myself get so drunk in enemy territory… But this is different. This feels almost… desperate.

He had a sinking feeling that whoever had placed the spell on him, and for whatever reasons, everything would become clear if he could just remember what had happened at the party. The fractions of memory that had returned had proven that last night's party had been very different than the previous liquor fests he had attended. He remembered dancing, body pressed against somebody warm and enticing. He remembered flashes of kisses, intense and perfect. He remembered shoving them against the door of a dorm room, and plundering their mouth like his life depended on it.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember his mysterious lover's face. From the sore muscles he was nursing today, Harry deduced that he had slept with this wizard; and he was sure it was a wizard because, well, witches weren't exactly his type, and they didn't have the right equipment to cause the delicious ache Harry felt deep inside himself. No, he had been thoroughly fucked last night, and though he should be freaking out about sleeping with a stranger, he felt no sense of panic. The only emotion that held him in its clutches was complete and utter frustration. He felt that it was extremely vital for him to remember who he had been with; that some part of him would remain incomplete until he did.

Angrily, he pushed his plate away and stood up, walking out of the Great Hall muttering to himself. One way or another, he was going to figure this out. But first, he was going to take a hot bath to soothe his aching body.

Harry wearily lowered himself into the huge prefect's bathtub, sighing happily as the hot water instantly calmed him. There was something about a hot bath that could solve any problem in the world. Harry let his eyes drift closed, his mind go blank. He focused only on his breathing. After a while, he tried to replay last night's party in his mind, going over any small details to see if he couldn't figure out what had happened. He remembered sitting by himself, as usual. Somebody had brought over a bright, strong smelling drink and sat down with him. The wizard offered him the drink, and he had covertly checked it for anything out of place, and then drank the whole thing.

He remembered blonde hair, and a seductive smile. They had talked for a long while before Harry had asked the other wizard to dance. And dance they had. At one point, the crowd had backed away from the center of the dance floor to give them room and watch as they majestically moved with one another, bodies acting as though they were one. Harry remembered slender hands as they traced various paths around his body on the dance floor, leaving goose flesh in their wake. But then he hit a brick wall, and no more would come to him.

This is more than a memory block from being drunk… I don't even remember drinking that much! I wanted to stay partially sober last night… So why did I feel like shit when I woke up today?

Harry frowned, flicking his wand to reheat the water that had gone cold around him.

I think he manipulated my memories. But why…? Why would somebody take such extreme measures after a drunken night of pleasure?

He was getting really good at asking questions that he already knew the answers to.

Because it was so much more than a drunken night of pleasure. Harry's brain helpfully supplied.

While this was more than he had had to go on before, this newest addition to the puzzle didn't help him narrow down the list of people he had spent the night with; He had been dating blondes on and off for several years now, and his new lover could be any number of people from his past. And he had been in Slytherin, for Merlin's sake. Any of them would have been capable of a memory charm.

It's not somebody I've already been with… something just feels… different about this.

He hadn't had a sense of being so connected to any of his previous boyfriends or lovers; had never felt so completed by another person as he did by the man in his fragmented memories. There was something so right in the way the blonde had held him. Harry longed to wrap his arms around the man once more…

But first I have to find him, and figure out why the fuck he obliviated me after what could quite possibly have been the best night of my life.

He dunked his head under water, then emptied the tub and wrapped his black bathrobe around his damp skin.

I have to find him…

A/N: Harry's a lot more intuitive in this version of the story haha. In the old outline, he was kind of oblivious haha. I like a more active Harry so much more than a docile one :) His personality just fits with this version so much better!

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Arya Rose