*Well, based on the recent notification, I'm wondering how long they're going to let us keep some of our stories on the site. I don't know why they're being such prudes. If so many of us like writing and reading graphic stories, isn't it good for the site? Oh, well. I'll just keep writing and reading until they make me stop. Then I'll find a new place to get it.
Ironically, this chapter contains just the sort of thing that Fanfiction frowns upon LOL
BloodyRose90- Don't worry, there will be angst!
The Angel Redemption- LMAO- jizz flies to China- that killed me! I like to mix things up a little, so Harry's not a super-shooter in this one. btw, thanks for adding my stories to your C2
HPfan29- It will be a few chapters before Harry gets his memory back. Hope I didn't give too much away.
FantasyFiend09- Yeah, I hope it's not too weird. Harry doesn't have the actual memories of being older than 11, but he has the body and hormones of a man. And he's 'growing up' quickly being with Draco and working in the shop.
ClaireBouldwin- I know you were probably hoping for more than what's in this chapter. But the story is concentrating mostly on Harry and Draco's relationship. But at least you'll see some other characters here.
Thanks to greeneyed-angiebaby, cyiusblack, Clary girl two, Thana Bielefield, cassy1994, da-blk-sayangirl, DracoMalfoyIsMyLionI'mHisLamb for reading and reviewing!
disclaimer: JK Rowling gets all the credit and money for these characters (except Mirabelle) and I can't even take credit for making them gay, as thousands of other people have done that too! And I'm certain there are tons of stories in which Harry loses his memory. So, yeah, all I can take credit for is Mirabelle.
p.s. I REALLY try to do my research and spell things correctly. But I do occasionally make mistakes. Please forgive me, as this is meant only to be entertainment. And a little suspended disbelief goes a long way.
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Day thirty-three, Thursday
Ron stormed into his office and kicked his desk before sitting forcefully into his chair.
"Fucking morons," he muttered to himself.
A moment later, Kingsley Shacklebolt appeared in his doorway. "I take it things didn't go well in Brazil."
"No," Ron snorted. "They had him. They bloody had him in custody."
"What happened?"
"They claimed they couldn't keep him any longer without charging him with a crime. I was two hours too late." Ron slammed his fist on his desk. "It took two weeks to track him down from Porto Alegre to São Luís. Now he could be anywhere. I'm sure he's left the country."
Kingsley sat down in the chair across from Ron.
"Duncan can't hide forever. His face is plastered in every wizarding city in the world by now. We'll have him soon."
"But Harry doesn't have time to spare. We have to find out what Duncan did to him before he forgets permanently. Right now, he's our best chance of finding Harry."
Shacklebolt nodded. "Yes, I know. All we can do is keep looking." He smiled, the reassuring smile that put people at ease and made him a popular Minister of Magic. "I have every confidence in you, Ron."
"Thank you, sir. I won't give up."
"I know you won't. That's why you're on the case."
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Day thirty-four, Friday
The bell chiming over the door had become like a Pavlovian prompt for Harry. He made his way to the front of the shop, smile on his face, ready to greet whomever was there. The striking man that stood before him was not a regular customer. At least not one that Harry had seen in his month working there.
"Welcome to the Dragon's Lair. How may I help you?"
The man snorted and rolled his eyes. "Is business that poor that Draco has his staff kissing my arse?"
"Excuse me?" Harry frowned.
"Where is the wanker, anyway?"
Harry let out a grunt. "If you're speaking about Mr. Malfoy, he is with an important customer at the moment," he said through gritted teeth. "I would happy to assist you."
Harry didn't know how Draco found it so easy to be cordial to prats like this man. He was seething with anger over the man's insults.
"Ah, I see him," The dark man peered across the room on tip toes.
Harry stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "I told you, Mr. Malfoy is busy."
"Sod off!" the man said as he pushed Harry's shoulder.
"Blaise! Be nice." Draco's voice sounded from behind Harry. He put a gentle hand on the glamoured man's shoulder. "It's all right, Redmond. This twat is my best friend."
Of course, Draco must have had friends, Harry thought. But he'd never seen or heard about them.
Blaise looked Harry up and down. "Got yourself a new lapdog, eh Malfoy?" he laughed. "I must say, this one looks to be a mutt compared to your usual purebloods."
Harry clenched his jaw and his fists. He remained quiet, however, not wanting to embarrass Draco.
Ignoring Blaise's observation, Draco addressed Harry. "Would you mind finishing up with Mrs. Wigginton? Her items just need to be rung up." Though Draco asked, he was really telling Harry.
"Of course," Harry returned. He tried not to glare at Blaise, and walked to the counter where Mrs. Wigginton was inspecting her goods.
Blaise laughed out loud when Harry was barely out of earshot. "He's a feisty one. Where'd you find him?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You're judging the company I keep, after some of the tarts you've had?"
"Well, you've been hiding him, so you must think he's below your usual standard."
"On the contrary. He's a diamond in the rough." Draco abruptly changed the subject. "So what brings you here? Looking for freebies?"
"You've ignored two owled messages," Blaise pouted. "I had a party for Pansy's birthday last weekend and you didn't show. It's pretty bad when the town pariah snubs your party."
"Oh, shit, I forgot Pansy's birthday," Draco swore. "I reckon she's pissed off at me. But I've been busy."
"Busy with your little friend?"
Both men turned to look in Harry's direction, who was handing Mrs. Wigginton her bags with a smile. He saw Draco watching and his smile grew, until he glanced at Blaise. Then he frowned.
"Merlin, it's worse than I thought," Blaise snickered. "You actually like this one."
Draco glared at Blaise but didn't otherwise respond.
"Oh, Draco, don't tell me you're in-"
"Shut up, Zabini. Don't even think about finishing that sentence."
"He's not very pretty. He looks a bit like Pansy."
"It's not about looks," Draco said indignantly.
"With you it is. You always have the finest eye candy. Usually someone with striking eyes, like . . . " Blaise trailed off.
"Like what?"
"Never mind." Blaise narrowed his eyes. "Something's not right. This Redmond isn't your typical submissive. He doesn't seem intimidated by you. Or anyone else, by the way he treated me."
"No, he isn't. In fact, he's somewhat aggressive." Draco's eyes traveled to where Harry was busy with another customer. "I like that," he said quietly.
"Hmm. Never thought I'd see the day when Draco Malfoy submitted," Blaise joked.
"What?" Draco snapped out of his daydream. "I won't submit. He will."
"Will? Bloody Hell, you haven't even fucked him yet? What's happened to you mate?"
"Nothing's happened to me," Draco said. "I'm tired of one offs. I want something more."
"But with him?" Blaise jerked a thumb in Harry's direction. "Is he even a pure blood? I've never heard of the Redmond family."
"I told you. He's a diamond in the rough. If you knew . . ."
"If I knew what?"
"If you could see him the way I do, you'd understand." Draco didn't mean that in a flowery, metaphorical way. He meant it literally. He wanted so badly to tell Blaise all that happened. Draco was exceptionally good at keeping secrets, but it was killing him not to be able to tell his best friend that he'd managed to snag the wizard of their generation.
Blaise stared at him for a moment, making Draco feel slightly uncomfortable.
"You're hiding something," Blaise finally said. "And it's not just your little piece of arse over there."
Mirabelle approached the pair. She nodded an acknowledgement to Blaise.
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy. Harry and I will be taking our lunch now, if that's all right. Unless you want me to stay on the floor while you continue your conversation."
"No. Go ahead and take lunch."
Mirabelle waved Harry to the back of the shop as she walked away.
"His name is Harry? You're dating someone named Harry? Isn't that a bit . . . bizarre?"
"Well, I didn't name him," Draco said. Technically, it wasn't a lie, as Harry had come up with Redmond himself, though it was Draco's suggestion to change it.
"Still," Blaise began. A slow smile formed on his dark, thick lips. "I can't imagine calling out the name of my childhood rival's name in the throes of passion. Or maybe that's what makes it so exciting. I always thought you secretly had a thing for Potter."
"I did not," Draco said, with feigned indignation.
"Whatever, mate," Blaise snickered. "I think it's ironic that this fellow you seem so smitten with shares an uncommon name with someone you supposedly hated. And he's about the same age."
"What are you getting at?"
"Nothing," Blaise shrugged. He had never come right out and said it, for fear of being hexed to Timbuktu, but Zabini had noticed over the years that Draco definitely had a type. Perhaps it was difficult to tell if you took Draco's lovers individually. However, looking at them on the whole, they each shared at least one physical trait with Potter. Most were dark haired. Some possessed brilliant eyes that rivaled the hero's. And they were usually of a similar build. One bloke looked so much like him, Blaise did a double take upon seeing them at supper together. The difference between the facsimiles and Harry Potter was that they were passive and easily dominated by Draco.
Redmond was a puzzle with one or two pieces that didn't quite fit. He didn't look like the others, but a glamour could account for that. And he was bold. In a way, he reminded Blaise of Potter, the way he would defend his friends. He stood up to Blaise, regardless that he was outclassed in both height and weight. Not Draco's typical toy.
Blaise chuckled to himself at even entertaining the thought that somehow Redmond was really Harry Potter. Even if Draco did admit his boyhood crush, what on Earth would Potter be doing with Draco, disguised as someone else? Zabini literally shook his head at the absurdity of it.
"What's funny now?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"For a second, I had this crazy notion that your cupcake was really Potter putting one over on you."
Draco's eyes widened. Fuck! he thought. Then he decided to do the only thing he could think of. He forced himself to laugh hysterically and clapped Blaise on the back.
"Do you hear yourself?"
"I know," Blaise laughed right along with Draco. "I just let my imagination get away with me. Listen, I've got to go. I only came to warn you about Pansy's wrath."
"I'll send a nice gift. That ought to soften the blow."
"Better make it something extravagant," Blaise joked. Except he wasn't really joking. Pansy would demand an expensive gift as recompense for missing her party.
"We'll get together soon. I'll owl you," Draco said as he directed Blaise toward the front door. He wanted to get rid of him before Harry came back out and the wheels in Blaise's head started turning again.
Blaise snickered. "No, you won't. Not as long as you have your little boy toy. Oh well, enjoy it while you've got it."
His friend walked out, leaving Draco standing at the door thinking about how close Blaise was to finding out his secret.
Draco had been keeping too many secrets lately. It was wearing on him. After the secrets he was forced to keep while in school, particularly Sixth Year, he vowed to live his life as honestly as possible. He owned up to his misdeeds and was absolved as far as the Ministry courts were concerned. Since then, he had lived with a clear conscience, as a hard-working, scrupulous businessman. Until Harry walked into his shop and put himself at Draco's mercy.
Nearly every day, Draco vowed to gather the courage to tell Harry the whole truth. But every evening, he lost the nerve, afraid of losing something he never realized he wanted.
Later, at the end of the day, Harry approached Draco.
"Drake, I'm sorry about the way I treated your friend. I had no idea."
"It's all right. Blaise can be a prick sometimes."
"Still," Harry hung his head. "I was rude to a customer. There's no excuse for that. What if he hadn't been your friend?"
"Then I suppose he would have left without purchasing anything, which he did anyway," Draco shrugged.
"But he called you a wanker."
"Did he?" Draco laughed. "Well, I guess I don't need punters that call me names in my establishment. I get enough of that on the outside. No harm done Harry."
"So, you're not angry with me?"
Draco put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You stood up for me. Do you know how few people have done that?"
Harry gazed up at Draco, more adoringly than ever.
"I'll always stand up for you."
Forgetting himself, Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry. It was just a small, gentle kiss. It may as well have been an all out snogging session as far as the Potion Master was concerned. The lack of decorum he'd just displayed in his own place of business was not something he would expect to see in any of the establishments he frequented. He blushed furiously.
Harry beamed at the gesture.
A throat cleared. "Shall I close out the register?" Mirabelle asked innocently, as if she hadn't seen the kiss.
"Uh, yes, thank you," Draco replied, unable to look her in the eye.
"I'll make sure the herb drawers are in order," Harry offered.
Draco smoothed out his robes. "I have a potion to attend." He walked into the back room, leaving Harry and Mirabelle alone in the shop.
"Merlin's beard! What did you do to him?" Mirabelle squealed.
"What? I didn't do anything," Harry protested.
"Yes, you did something wonderful to him," she answered. "I told you you'd be good for him. Oh, Harry, I think he's really falling for you."
"You think so?"
"I've seen Mr. Malfoy with a few of his young men," Mirabelle said. "But never any displays of affection. He usually acts so proper. Until you, that is."
Harry smiled. He'd had experiences with Draco that were firsts for him, that he could recall. He liked being a first for Draco in something.
But still lacking confidence in the romance department, Harry confided, "I don't know. It seems like I'm the one who . . ." Harry was trying to put it delicately. "Um, gets amorous first." He blushed. "If he really liked me, wouldn't he make a move once in a while?"
Mirabelle smiled sympathetically. "Don't be discouraged, Harry. I can see the way he looks at you. You're breaking down that wall he puts up to protect himself. He'll come 'round."
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Day thirty-eight, Tuesday
In the weeks following their first night spent together in the same bed, Draco didn't bother transfiguring the chair. There was no point pretending they both didn't want to spend every night wrapped up in one another's arms. Draco had resisted Harry's charms for as long as he could, but once the brunet made his intentions clear that night, Draco was uncharacteristically besotted.
More nights than not, Harry made his way to Draco's side of the bed and tempted him with kisses and caresses until both were left spent and satisfied. Draco, it seemed, had a never-ending repertoire for bringing their evenings to a climax, even without technically consummating their relationship.
One night, four days following Blaise's visit, Draco turned the tables. He had been moved by Harry's defense of him. He had inadvertently overheard the end of Harry's conversation with Mirabelle and wanted to show his own enthusiasm for their relationship. Before Harry had even finished settling into bed, Draco hovered over him.
"I bought some things," he grinned. He could barely contain himself at the prospect of using the items in question.
His interest piqued, Harry asked, "What? What did you buy? By the look on your face, I'd say it must be something naughty."
Draco flushed lightly. "Decidedly so. Are you game?"
"Didn't I tell you I'd do anything for you?"
Pausing to notice the serious tone in Harry's voice and earnest expression on his face, Draco could tell that Harry's feelings were more than casual. If he could be honest with himself he would have admitted that he knew Harry was falling in love with him. If he hadn't already. And if he could indulge in a bit more honesty, he would have realized that he was falling for Harry just as hard.
Ignoring the thoughts trying to surface to consciousness, Draco Accioed a bag from a store down the alley from The Dragon's Lair. It was a nondescript bag from a nondescript store- until one went inside. The shop itself was no bigger than Draco's flat and was covered from wall to wall with items of a sexual nature of one kind or another. Rather embarrassed to be walking in, Draco had placed a glamour on himself to make his purchases. A very busty witch in a tight black leather corset had been very helpful in guiding Draco through the myriad items, most of which he had never seen before.
Sensing that he was new to the world of 'toys', the woman steered him away from anything too hard core. Instead, she suggested he start simply, with a pair of easily escapable handcuffs and a dildo that rivaled Harry's cock for size.
Harry reached into the bag and took out one of the accessories for Tickle Your Fancy.
"Are these handcuffs? Are you planning to lock me up?" he teased.
Draco laughed. "Don't worry. They open with a wandless Alohomora." The cuffs opened on command. "They had others that were a bit more complicated." He paused seeing the look of apprehension on Harry's face. "We don't have to use these. We'll work our way up."
"No. It makes me a little nervous but I'm willing," Harry admitted. "I trust you Drake."
He truly did. And Draco felt guilty about it, unsure if he trusted Harry the same way. He trusted Harry Redmond completely, but he had reservations about trusting Potter. Someday, that trust would be tested.
"What the bloody Hell is this?" Harry asked, holding up a large phallus shaped object. "Do we really need a third one of these?"
"Ah, but this one does something ours don't," Draco replied.
He grabbed his wand and touched it to the lifeless piece of plastic. It began to vibrate in Harry's hand, eliciting a wide grin.
"I can see how this could be fun."
They quickly stripped, eager to get started. Harry lay back on the bed while Draco clasped one of the cuffs to his left wrist. He threaded the other end through the wrought iron head board and took Harry's right hand. By the time the other cuff clicked closed, Draco was fully aroused.
"Are you all right?" he asked the bound man.
"If just putting them on gets you this excited, I can't wait to see what happens when you use that other thing," Harry grinned.
Still nervous at being chained up, Harry remained flaccid, but eager for Draco to remedy that.
"You are about the hottest sight I've ever seen," Draco breathed. "I can't believe you're mine." He leaned forward and kissed Harry.
Harry's hands were stopped short on their way to Draco's blond tresses. Harry groaned in protest.
"I am yours," Harry said when they pulled apart. "All yours."
Draco wanted to reciprocate the sentiment. However, he couldn't allow himself to be that vulnerable. The hypocrisy was not lost on him. He knew the moment he gave himself completely to Harry Redmond, he would open himself up to the possible rejection by Harry Potter. Even after all the time spent together, Draco still thought of them as separate. Eventually, Harry would become whole, and he simply didn't know which Harry would prevail.
So, for the time being, Draco allowed himself the luxury of a friend and lover in Harry. He was going to make the most of it. And for the time being, Harry would have to be satisfied with Draco's actions speaking for words he couldn't bring himself to say.
Draco took the last item out of the bag- a small bottle of lubricating oil. He poured some into his palm and rubbed his hands together. Taking Harry's waking cock, he coated it thoroughly in the lightly leather scented oil. Then he did the same to himself.
Harry watched as Draco picked up the phallus and set it once again to vibrate.
"What are you going to do with that?" Harry asked. He was so anxious with anticipation that he was nearly drooling. Yet he was nervous at the prospect of the intrusion for which the toy was obviously intended.
"I thought I'd give you a massage," Draco leered.
He began to rub the dildo gently up and down Harry's now fully erect cock. Harry's back arched involuntarily and he let out a shuddered sigh.
"Oh, that feels good." He closed his eyes and let his head drop back. His arms hung loosely above him in the cuffs leaving him vulnerable to anything Draco may wish to do to him. And there was much Draco wished to do to him.
Relaxing further, Harry let his legs fall to the sides, exposing him even more. He trusted Draco implicitly and it showed.
Draco ran the vibrating accessory over Harry's taut body. He experimented until he found the places, besides the most obvious, that Harry enjoyed being touched. His left nipple was particularly sensitive, along with the back of his right knee. Draco found the latter to be a surprise, not to mention useful information for future encounters. He was most surprised, pleasantly, that Harry didn't flinch nearly as expected when Draco ran the toy over his virgin hole. At least Harry thought it had been untouched.
By this time, Draco was aching with need of relief. It had been even more of a turn on to watch as he pleasured Harry than he thought possible.
"Merlin, Harry. I could explode just looking at you."
He lay the vibrator off to the side and hovered over his lover, kissing him on his neck and chest. The position placed the head of his cock at Harry's bollocks. They touched, sending a spark of pleasure straight through Draco.
"Gods I want to fuck you so badly," he whispered.
"Drake?" Harry's voice was small, lost in the passion.
"I just . . . need . . ." Draco groaned out.
Seeking some relief from the pressure, Draco ground gently against Harry. He slid his cock past Harry's bollocks, between his slightly spread cheeks. He simply sought the friction he needed. He was moments away from climaxing when Harry began to protest.
"Drake, wait." Harry writhed a bit, but it only served to bring Draco closer to completion. "Stop. I'm not ready."
Not realizing that Draco had no intention of entering him, Harry began to struggle against the manacles.
"Please stop." Harry tried to pull his hands out of the cuffs in a panic. Draco had desisted and was leaning back on his heels trying to calm Harry.
"I'm not. I wasn't . . . Harry calm down."
Yanking as hard as he could in the handcuffs, Harry yelled, "Get them off!"
"Harry, you're going to hurt yourself." Draco put his hands on Harry's shoulders in an effort to keep him from thrashing about.
"Alohomora," Draco said quickly. The cuffs immediately opened, releasing Harry's bruised hands.
Draco hugged Harry to himself. "I'm sorry. I wasn't going to do it." He rocked them both together on the bed while Harry clung to him.
"I just panicked. I don't know why," Harry said. "I know you would never hurt me. But I felt so . . . "
"No, no. It was my fault. I forgot you couldn't open the cuffs yourself. I should have known better. Are you all right?"
Nodding against Draco's shoulder, Harry began to relax.
"I'm fine. I don't know what came over me. I felt helpless."
"We can just lie here together until we fall asleep if you'd like," Draco said, easing them down to a reclining position.
"What? But we didn't even . . . you know, finish."
Draco was dumbfounded. "You want to continue?" He noticed that neither he nor Harry were aroused any longer.
Blushing, Harry replied, "But I'm still randy. And I'd like to use that thing on you." He pointed to the dildo.
"We won't use the cuffs. At least not on you," Draco laughed.
"Okay," Harry said. "But maybe we can skip them altogether for now. I have another idea."
Though surprised by Harry's quick recovery, Draco wasn't about to turn him down. He had been painfully close to cumming and being denied left him frustrated.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Do you have a rope or a scarf or something?" Harry questioned. "Something you don't really mind getting messy."
"In my top drawer," Draco answered, curious what the Gryffindor had in mind. He didn't want to use handcuffs, but it sounded as if he wanted to tie Draco up anyway.
Harry jumped off the bed and went to the dresser. He rooted around, then pulled out a green tie.
"Can I use this?"
It was Draco's old Slytherin tie. It did have some sentimental value, but he told Harry he could use it nonetheless. He wondered if Harry's subconscious was drawn to it.
Frowning, Harry looked down at Draco's lap. He would have to do something about that before he could carry out his idea.
He straddled Draco's legs and kissed him. Before long, or too much encouragement, both boys were ready to try again.
"Lie down," Harry ordered playfully. Draco did as he was told. He leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head, expecting Harry to use the vibrator in the same manner as he had.
Harry took the phallus and held it to Draco's cock. Draco reached over to get his wand in order to turn it on.
"Not yet," Harry said. "I'll tell you when."
Taking the Slytherin tie, Harry wound it around Draco's cock and the dildo together. He fastened the end when he was finished.
"Okay," Harry grinned. "You can turn it on now."
Draco swallowed, and touched his wand to his bound package.
"Oh, shit," he gasped.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
"Oh, yeah. I like it," Draco breathed.
"Good. And we still have all our hands free," Harry pointed out.
"Then I'd better get started on you. I'm not sure how long I'm going to last." Draco got on all fours and pushed Harry onto his back. Harry's cock stood straight up, inviting Draco to take it into his mouth, which he did.
Draco ran his hands up and down Harry's taut skin, occasionally pausing on one of the sensitive spots he'd discovered earlier. While he sucked and swirled his tongue around Harry's hard on, the vibrator was deliciously teasing his own. Every so often, it brought him so close, he thought he might cum, only to have the feeling wane again. He found it extremely arousing, and it gave him time to bring Harry close to climaxing as well.
Meanwhile, Harry had been watching Draco's head bob up and down, revealing and concealing his own hardened dick. His fingers threaded through the fine blond tresses. Now and then, Draco would pause and whimper softly, and Harry thought he had cum. But he got glimpses of Draco's cock wrapped in green stripes as he moved, still relatively dry. Deciding to hurry along the process, Harry reached down and pinched the blond's nipples, then lightly raked them with his short fingernails.
Draco's mouth popped off Harry suddenly.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum this time."
"Move up. Cum on me," Harry said as he tugged at Draco's arms.
Draco moved so he hovered over Harry just in time. His cock, with dildo attached, bobbed wildly as he came, spewing cum in all directions. Harry watched, in awe, the seemingly never-ending streams. He had never seen Draco cum so much or so forcefully. It excited him enough to put him on the very edge.
With the phallus still vibrating, and though he was ultra sensitive at that point, Draco dipped down low to press their cocks together. The quivering motion sent Harry shooting all over his own stomach and chest.
"That was . . . that was . . . " Harry was at a loss for words as he panted.
Before collapsing on the bed, Draco grabbed his wand and turned off the contraption still tied to him.
"I don't know if it was the vibrator, or having to hold off earlier, or a combination of the two, but that was the most intense . . . you have to try that," Draco said breathlessly, grinning. He felt exhilarated. "That was bloody brilliant. You're bloody brilliant." He leaned over and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek.
Harry giggled. He couldn't recall seeing Draco with his walls so far down. He was always in control, even during the most passionate of moments. Harry's heart leapt at the thought that perhaps Draco was beginning to feel for him as deeply as he felt for Draco.