A/n- As always thank you to those who read this story for being patient with me. Honestly this chapter had to be one of the hardest to write… It wasn't the way I'd planned things but in the end it worked out pretty well.

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Finally someone let me out of my cage

Life is a maze; love is a riddle

Draco watched as Harry slept peacefully, he had left him in the same position when he went down to quidditch practice, Harry gave him a sleepy goodbye before turning on his side. With a smirk Draco picked up the camera, snapping a picture.

Harry was awakened with the flash and he stared wide-eyed at the blond. "What the hell Dray?"

Draco's eyebrow arched at the nickname. "Dray?"

"You woke me up." Harry yawned as he stretched, stopping midway as another flash went off. "Again what the hell?"

"You were complaining the other day that there weren't any pictures of us together… Well now we're going to have some." He explained as he held up the camera.

"I wanted nice pictures of us- not of me sleeping."

"But you're so cute when you sleep." Draco told him, giving him a kiss on his nose.

Harry glared at him. "Ha ha." He simply said as he got of the bed and got his towel. "I'm taking a shower."

"I should definitely get some pictures of that." Draco called after him.

Awhile later the couple had taken several pictures, when suddenly Harry remembered that he wanted to ask where they were spending the holidays at. Ron had invited him to his house, where Sirius and Remus would be and even Hermione was going to go. He wanted to spend more time with them but hadn't been sure how that was going to work with Draco. He'd really tried to make all of them friends but after several failed attempts and a few almost-fights between the redhead and blond, Harry had all but given up on trying to make his gryffindor friends with his boyfriend. Still he missed his godfather and Remus and would like very much to see them again.

Like he predicted Draco was less than thrilled when he mentioned maybe spending some time at the burrow for Christmas. "What were we going to do anyways?"

"I thought we could go back to France."

It wasn't a bad idea, he would have the blond all to himself. "Would your mother be there?"

Draco shook his head. "Nope it'd be just the two of us."

"Won't that be a bit lonely though?" Harry said frowning slightly.

"If it means that much to you, we'll go to the burrow for Christmas and New Years." Draco said trying to sound blasé about the whole thing.

It must have worked because Harry gave him an excited hug, followed by an even more enthusiastic kiss. Several hours later Harry was making his way down to the quidditch pitch to meet up with Ron for some flying. The rest of the day was spent mostly taking pictures at the most random times, it got to the point where Harry threatened the blond. He just too fond of catching Harry by surprise, and there were some pictures that no one, but him and maybe Draco, were allowed to see. Ever.

"Hey mate, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show." Ron said as he swooped down on his broom.

"Sorry I got held up by Draco, but I'm here now." Harry said as he mounted his fireblot and met Ron in the air. "Is the invitation to spend Christmas with you still open?"

"You know it is." The redhead told him.

"Well then we'll be there." Harry said happily.

"We?"

"Draco and I."

"The ferret is coming?" Ron scowled and Harry glared back.

"I really wish you wouldn't call him that and why wouldn't he come. He is my boyfriend." He told Ron and watched as the most particular look settled on his face. Harry had begun to notice it not too long ago, anytime he mentioned the word 'boyfriend' and Draco in the same sentence.

"I figured he was coming, I guess I was hoping he would let you come on your own." Ron said, and then shook his head. "Come on I'll race you." He said and Harry knew that Ron was changing the subject to something more pleasant, for him anyways.

The two raced around the pitch for awhile when Ron asked him if he wanted to play a one on one game of quidditch.

"Okay I'll let the snitch out, whoever catches it first wins, or whoever scores fifty points wins." Ron explained the rules and let out a snitch and then the quaffle.

Ron and Harry played a furious game, there was no sign of the snitch but they were evenly matched when it came to points, Harry leading by a couple of points. In the end Harry won when he saw the snitch and caught it easily enough.

It was getting late and they decided to call it a night. They landed recalling their highlights of the game just played as Ron put the snitch and quaffle away. The redhead lifted lid and ducked at once as the bludger got out.

"Oh shit." Ron said as he looked up the sky trying to find the black ball, it had whizzed past them but it would be making a return any second. Too late Ron noticed to where it was heading.

"Harry duck!" He screamed the words as the bludger hit Harry in the back off the head. It hit so hard that the gryffindor stumbled a couple of steps, his vision clouding with pain.

There was a ringing in his ear and the pain didn't lessen but got worse as he bent down holding his head.

"Harry are you okay mate?" The voice asked him but it was a vague noise in the background as he tried to focus.

Harry gave a gasp and fell to the ground in a faint Ron calling his name frantically.

In the smallest room in number four privet drive, Harry laid on his bed doing his holiday homework. He had finished all of his chores and Petunia surprisingly didn't want any help in making dinner. Vernon and Dudley were watching some game in the living room so he was left to do what he pleased. He figured it was a good time as any to get started on his homework.

As summers went this was getting on quietly, considering that Voldemort was back and his latest attempt to off him and retrieve the prophecy were foiled. He hadn't any dreams of what the dark lord could be up too and it was unnerving to him but there wasn't anything he could do except stay put- as Dumbledore so kindly told him.

Harry was drifting off to sleep and he was wondering if he should just call it an early night when a scream tore through the house. Jumping up he grabbed his wand off the nightstand and opened his door. Another scream rang out, this time sounded like a male. There was laughter accompanying the scream and Harry didn't need his dreams to know that deatheaters had broken into the house.

He didn't even pause to think how Voldermort managed to break through the blood wards. He just acted as he crept down the stairs and stunned a deatheater at the bottom of the stairs, collecting his wand he kept on moving.

He jumped as screams were heard from the living room along with laughter, being silent Harry peaked in to see two deatheaters torturing his cousin and uncle, with the Cruciatus curse. The gryffindor bit his lip conflicted. In his heart he wanted to help, they were his family, they were nice to him but they were his family. But his head was telling him that he'd be a fool to go in there like some damn vigilante.

As it happened the choice was decided for him as a deatheater fisted his hair in his hand and dragged him into the living room.

"Look who I found peeping in on the fun." The deatheater laughed. "Won't our lord be happy?"

"Come to watch your family die Potter?" Said the one holding Dudley.

Dudley was sobbing, from the pain or fear, Harry wasn't sure but he wanted to help and struggled out of the deatheaters hold only to be hit with the Cruciatus curse, screaming Harry fell on his knees.

The laughter was really starting to get on his nerves Harry thought as he was released from the curse. Breathing heavily he was on all fours trying to catch his breath when one of the black robed men's boot-clad foot connected with his stomach.

"Not so tough are you Potter." Again there was laughter as another kicked him in the back.

"Hey Potter watch this." A deatheater grabbed his hair and raised his head. Harry watched unwillingly as the other deatheaters cursed the two Dursley's repeatedly and then as if planned in some sick play.

"Avada Kedavra!" They said in perfect unison and the blinding flash of green hit his only remaining family.

"NO!" Harry roared as he struggled violently but was ignored.

"Is the portkey ready?"

"Yeah it's set to go off in a few minutes, our lord will be pleased with us." Said the other deatheater.

Harry felt the wand that he'd picked up from the stunned deatheater in his pocket and without hesitating he reached for it.

"Stupefy!" The one holding him fell and he didn't even pause as he jumped up and ran out the room the other two yelling out curses at him. He skipped the front door seeing as it would take too long to unlock, no it was better if he used the backdoor through the kitchen.

He smacked the door open and skidded to a halt for half a second, as he took in the scene. Part of the kitchen was up in flames and the body of his aunt was on the floor, her unseeing eyes were dull and glassy, she was dead as well.

Bile rose to his throat but he swallowed as he heard the deatheaters behind him. One of them hit him with a stinging curse and he felt it in his shoulder.

"Potter!"

I need somewhere safe, I need to get out of here! Harry thought frantically as he moved through the kitchen, the blaze spreading.

"Potter!" Again the deatheater yelled and Harry thought he recognized the voice, it soundly too much like Malfoy Sr., but he was suppose to be in Azkaban.

The heavy gray smoke clouded his vision and he coughed as he reached the door, his hand on the handle.

"Stupefy!"

'I need to get out of here!' Harry thought as his mind went blank.

In the hospital wing Harry's eyes opened and he remembered everything. It was the oddest sensation, it was as if some part of him had been sleeping and finally had come out of hibernation. He remembered the deatheaters attacking him in the summer, he could recall his past. Harry could remember everything, including his time with Malfoy, for now he steered clear of those particular moment.

For now he focused on the now, slowly he sat up and looked out the window. The sky outside wasn't nearly dark, the clouds were purple and he knew that sunrise was nearing. Harry wondered if he had been out for very long. Looking down at himself he was dressed in the standard hospital wing pajamas, and other then a slight pain in his head he felt fine. The gryffindor lay back down and closed his eyes, he would sleep for a couple of more hours.

When Harry wakened for the second time it was to the sound of two voices quietly talking. He turned to find Ron and Hermione at his bedside. The redhead was the first to notice that he was no longer sleeping.

"Harry, you're awake!" He exclaimed and Hermione turned to hum as well, giving him a bright smile. "I'm so sorry mate about the bludger."

"It's fine." He said quietly and he sat up. "How long was I out?" Harry asked them.

Hermione answered. "Not long it's only been a day. Madame Pomfrey says that other than slight he bruising but it'll heal just fine. How do you feel?"

How did he feel? Harry wondered, the last few months had been surreal and he wanted to kill a certain slytherin and then maybe get a few answers but honestly he didn't really know how to feel. Relief that he got his memories back, it's what he wanted but a part of him wanted to forget the time he had with Malfoy, and even worst a small part of him didn't want to forget and that just confused the hell out of him.

Harry gripped his hair into his hands and realized belatedly that Hermione and Ron were still waiting for him to answer. He looked up and they stared back worriedly.

"Are you in pain, do you want me to fetch the nurse?"

Harry shook his head. "No er I remember- that is I got my memories back." He said and watched as both his friend's eyes widened at the news. "The bludger must have knocked something about huh?" He said trying to lighten the mood.

"Harry that's great!" Hermione cried happily as her arms came around him in a tight hug and Ron gave him a relief smile.

"Finally mate, now we don't have to pretend that Malfoy is your boyfriend."

Hermione gave Ron a hard elbow to his stomach, and he winced at the pain staring at the girl in confusion. "Hardly the best time to be mentioning that." She muttered but being so close Harry heard everything.

The one thing he was trying to avoid thinking and Ron so brightly brought it up. "Why didn't either of you tell me the truth?"

Ron reddened. "Well headmaster Dumbledore thought it best if we didn't say anything. He didn't want to confuse or put anymore pressure on you, seeing as Malfoy had already told you that little lie about the two of you." He said.

"Oh." Was all Harry could say.

Madam Pomfrey came out a little later and shooed his friends out so that he could be examined properly. After being pronounced decent of health, he showered and ate a lite lunch, he was going to be release after classes and dinner were over but for now he was to stay put and rest.

He was dozing off when the hospital wing opened, thinking it was one of his friends he kept his eyes closed. Harry wasn't in the mood for anymore talking, he was still trying to get use to the fact that he'd recovered his memories.

As it happened it wasn't one of his friends, it was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. Malfoy ran his hand through his hair and Harry was ashamed at how nice it felt and how much he liked it. It only added fuel to his anger as he snapped his eyes open and swatted the hand away.

The slytherin stared back mystified as Harry glared at him heatedly. "You fucking bastard, you have some nerve! How could you?" He demanded standing up, forcing the blond off the bed.

Malfoy backed away still confused. "What's wrong Harry?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong, you lied to me you arse and I want to know why?" Harry yelled.

"You remembered something." Malfoy said with understanding and it only made him more enraged.

Harry picked up the glass by his bedside table flinging it at the slytherin who dodged immediately. "Oh let me tell you Malfoy I remember EVERYTHING!" Harry picked up the entire mug this time and threw that as well feeling disappointed as Malfoy dodged again. "Do you hear me everything!"

"Okay and how does throwing things at me going to help the issue?" Malfoy said breathlessly.

Harry's glare couldn't get anymore heated as he picked a box of chocolates and threw that with all his strength. "Because it makes me feel better!" He snarled.

"Mr. Potter what is going on here, why aren't you in bed?" The elderly nurse came out and both boys turned to stare at her.

"I'm sorry Madam Pomfrey, Malfoy and I are just talking." Harry said trying to sound calm.

The nurse wasn't fooled at she looked at the broken glass and slipped water and chocolates. She waved her wand and the mess was gone. "This is a hospital wing Mr. Potter." Pomfrey reminded him as she left to her office giving them privacy.

The two were left in silence. Malfoy broke the stillness first.

"You remember everything?" He asked quietly and Harry turned to him glaring but Malfoy was refusing to meet his eyes.

"Yes, everything, the before I lost my memories and the time between it. How could you lie like that, how could you do that… why would you?" Harry wanted to know, needed to know why but Malfoy remained silent seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

The gryffindor took the few steps separating them and grabbed his face forcing Malfoy to stare at him. "Tell me." Harry demanded.

"Isn't it explanation enough that I'm a slytherin?"

Harry shook his head. "That's a bullshit reason and you know it, tell me the truth!"

Malfoy stepped out of his hold and glared. "Why do you need to know?"

"Because I'm trying to understand why would you-" He trailed off not being able to force the words out. "Do you really hate me that much?"

"I wanted to fuck you so I did." Malfoy shrugged, smirking.

Harry striked Malfoy across the face before he really realized what he was doing and he watched with some grim satisfaction as red mark appeared on his otherwise porcelain face.

"Heartless bastard." Harry told him and turned away from him, finished with the conversation.

A/n- Please if anyone spots any mistakes let me know, I wrote this in a rush without really reading throuhg it... I'll probably look at it later on but for now I just wanted to get this out.

Again sorry for the lateness and hopefully ya'll like the direction I'm heading in, I'd really like the feedback soooo please review it really does help me out.

THANKS to those who reviewed the last time, if I didn't have to get ready for work I'd thank ya personally but I have to rush right now!

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