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Next chapter will be out very soon since I don't want to lose my inspiration on this one. Don't worry about Infatuations or Love Forbidden their coming along nicely.

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Catching me while I'm Sleeping

Harry and Draco spent two more days together. The raven-hair boy tried to ask more questions about his past but Draco made sure to stick to telling him about Qudditch, Hogwarts and the wizarding world, not his family or friends. On the third day the blonde received a letter from his mother. She was back at the manor in London for a week and was requesting his pretence for a party she was throwing. Seeing no way out he decided he would go for the least possible time and then leave. Draco told Harry over lunch, which they were having in the dinning room, since it was raining outside.

"Am I going too?" He asked assuming that because they were boyfriends he would have to go too.

"No, my mother doesn't really approve of us." Draco came up with a quick lie. "That's why we always spend our vacation here not with her in Malfoy Manor."

"Oh." Was all Harry said bowing his head. In away he was relieved that he didn't have to go a party where he didn't know anyone but another part didn't want to be left alone in the estate, what would he do with no one to talk to or do?

Draco got up and crouched before Harry. "Don't worry I'll only be gone for one day, two at the most." He pressed his lips against his 'boyfriend's'.

Draco was in the company in of the finest, richest purebloods of the wizard world.And he couldn't be more bored. Nothing but the same talk and the same people, he would much rather be with Harry back in the French Estate. His mother introduced him to girls his age, all of them hoping to be the next Mrs. Malfoy but he just smirked back thinking none of them had a chance in hell. He was just leaving the company of a some brunette girl he hadn't bother to catch the name of when he over heard an interesting conversation.

"Did you hear about what happen to Potter?" Draco's ear perked up at the sound of Harry's name.

"Yes awful thing that happened." Answered an elderly lady.

"Well it seems that the dark lord has finally got him."

"So you really think that his dead?"

"Yes! Why else hasn't he been found?" The old lady took a sip from her wineglass.

After that their conversation turned to something less interesting and he left to go find his mother. So everyone was talking about their lost hero in the wizarding world, but what did he expect? Harry was famous in their world and no doubt Dumbledore was still out there looking for him. Out of the blue Draco smirked as if he was a little boy with a big secret that only he knew, and he did have a secret. A nice a little secret that was waiting for him but it wasn't here and he wasn't planning on being here for another minutes as well.

Draco found his mother in the company of two older women and one middle-aged man, all of them drinking expensive wine out of their wineglasses, talking about

boring, meaningless things. Politely Draco asked for a private word with his mother.

"Yes Draco dear?" She asked him after she excused herself from her company.

"I will be taking my leave now."

"Oh but you haven't even met Maggie's granddaughter."

"And I don't plan too. You know where I will be if you need to reach me." His mother looked like she wanted to say something else but Draco was already making his way to his room.

When Draco got back to the French Estate, Debs greeted him with a bow. He told the house-elf to put his things away and asked where Harry was.

"Master Harry is in his room."

"How has he been?" The blonde asked, wondering why he even bothered to ask.

"Quiet sir." Deb bowed and left with his suitcase.

Draco made his way to Harry's room and entered after knocking once. He wasn't lying on the bed but was by the windows staring out into the dark night, a thoughtful expression on his face. He hadn't turned around and the blonde questioned if he had heard the knock.

Draco approached him quietly and once he reached Harry he wrapped his arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his cheek. Harry turned around startled but smiled twisting around in his arms to face him.

"You're back." He smiled and reached up to kiss him.

"What were you thinking about?" The same expression crossed Harry's face again.

"I had a dream. In it I saw myself but I was on the ground sitting with my back to a tree and a lake behind me. There was also a boy with red hair and a girl with brown hair. We were talking like we knew each other really well, I couldn't hear them but we acted friendly to each other." Harry finished recounting his reverie and turned to Draco, who was trying to keep a blank face.

"Do you know if they're my friends?" He asked Draco as if he had all the answers.

"No, I mean I've never seen you with the people you described in your dream, so maybe it was just that a dream."

Harry shook his head. "It didn't feel like a dream, it felt like..." He trailed off. "I don't know something real, like that scene had happened before."

"Well I don't remember anything of the such." Draco snapped, moving to sit in the chair by Harry's bed.

The raven-haired boy looked at him with a mingle of hurt and mystification. "Why are you getting so mad?" He asked taking one step towards where Draco sat.

"I'm not mad."

"Then why are you snapping at me?" Harry glared at him.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his blonde locks. "I'm sorry but my mother was annoying me again."

Harry's face softened. "I'm sorry, was it about me?"

"No, not all you, she was just being herself." He held out his hand to Harry who took it and was pulled on to Draco's lap. "But she not here and you are." He traced his finger along the bottom of Harry's lip before kissing him thoroughly.

Draco left Harry's room a little while later to go down to the kitchens to get something to eat, he asked Harry to come with him but he had refused saying he needed to take a shower. Really he just wanted to think. Draco said to him that it was just a dream but in his heart he knew it was a memory. Something he had remembered even if it wasn't all that clear.

He knew the redheaded boy and brunette-haired girl from somewhere... but where? The only possibility was from school, but Draco told him that he didn't know them. And he wouldn't lie to him...would he? Harry let out a frustrated sigh and flopped on his bed, hoping in vain that he would remember something other then faces. He hated being confused and that's all he felt.

Harry believed in Draco but he couldn't help but feel like he was holding things back, every time he asked about his friends or something not school related the blonde would close up and try to change the subject. Harry did notice this but never questioned him, he didn't know anything and all he had was Draco's word to go by.

Harry turned on his side and yawed loudly. Maybe tonight he would go asleep and wake up with his memories. He had been praying that every night since he had woken up not remembering.

Draco had just taken a shower, wondering what Harry was doing since he had left him in his room. Thinking of that brought back what Harry had dreamed about, Weasley and Granger, and he almost blew everything by showing his anger. But it also worried him as well, Harry was remembering people but not the names, which was bad enough. He would have to work harder to get Harry into bed before he started to remember everything. Draco knew that eventually he would have to give Harry over to Dumbledore but right now he liked where the gryffindor was too much.

He walked over to his bed and saw the evening newspaper lying there. The headline was Boy-who-Lived still Missing. A picture of Harry smiling back at him. Not even bothering to read the article he threw the paper on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed staring at the tabloids, thinking things over. Draco made a quick decision and left his room not even bothering to close his door.

The blonde made his way over to Harry's room and without knocking he entered the room, Harry was already in bed and seemed to be sleeping, the comforter was covering him and he was laying on his side. Draco hesitated for about a second before climbing onto the bed. He was almost in sync with Harry's body when he awoke. The blonde didn't miss the look of bewilderment that passed through Harry's face.

"Draco?" He moved to sit up but Draco pushed him back down, kissing him deeply on the lips, Harry didn't fight with him at all.

When air became vital they broke apart; Draco looked at Harry's flushed face before clamping his mouth on his neck, as he sucked on the pulse he heard Harry's gasp and moan. Never breaking the hold on Harry he moved to lie on top of him and straddled his waist. Sitting up he pulled the white shirt Harry wore over his head and threw it to the floor, looking into his emerald eyes showed him that they were glazed over by passion.

Draco took off his own shirt and moved his lips over his face and down to his neck and abdomen, hearing Harry moan all the while. The ebony haired teen wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and let himself go as the blonde tasted, stroked and touched him every where, soon there was no clothes between them and both their body were covered in sweat. Harry heard Draco whisper something before warm hands parted his legs and lifted him up slightly. The first thrust came swift and he hissed in pain his eyes widening.

Draco's lips found his again. "Sorry Harry, I promise it won't hurt again." And then another thrust came and it didn't hurt but was pure pleasure. He groaned loudly with every thrust and was taken higher and higher until he came crying out. Feeling warm, breathing hard and tingling all over he let himself fall back on the bed.

Draco rested for a moment before slowly pulling out of Harry and fell next to him, whose eyes were already feeling heavy. The blonde gathered Harry in his arms and heard him sigh contently lying his head on Draco's shoulder. The both fell asleep blissfully.

A/n- So what do you think? This chapter was hard. Writing sex scenes always suck for me anyways. I'm trying to prolong their stay in the French Estate for about two weeks that'll leave about one week till the new school year will start.

I know some of you will say that it's too soon for them to be having sex but it thickens the plot for when Harry does, and he will, regain his memory. But that is for later chapters.

As always please tell me what you think of this chapter. It's not to long but I tried my hardest.

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