It's been WAY too long I know, and I'm sure people are saying wow she didn't abandon the story? But I swear I'm not going to leave it unfinished, I've just had RL creep on me. It was so much easier to write when I was in school and not working full time….I hope you guys stick around though and I promise to make the next update a lot sooner…. I hope: /

Also a reminder, this is a mpreg story! Which will be starting at the end of this chapter. If you don't dig, hit the back button and move on to another story :).

-On another note I tried writing a sex scene but it just wasn't working out so I cut it out, I'll work on it for another chapter….

Wonder what's next…

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.

Wicked Games

It was amazing how news travelled in Hogwarts, it seem like in matter of a few hours everyone knew that Harry had regain his memories and worst that he had his falling out with Dr-Malfoy. He hated that everyone knew that he was played for a fool by the slytherin. Even now weeks later he couldn't walk into the Great Hall without someone whispering behind their hand, a pitying glance or those few who out-right pointed at him. It made his face burn with humiliation and anger. Worst was that he still had to see Malfoy's face every-fucking-day. They were partners in Potions and there was nothing he could do switch partners until after Christmas when the new term started. Those first few lessons he had to physically hold himself back from pounding the blond every time he sat down next to him.

It wasn't surprising that in those few weeks of being partners Harry lost over hundred points for Gryffindor, it wasn't until Hermione (for academic reasons) and Ron (He was the Quidditch captain since Harry couldn't be) pulled himself aside that he started to control his urges.

Malfoy for his part was being unusually quiet about the whole ordeal; they saw each other in class and during meal times but never in the corridors or library. Malfoy could be avoiding him just he had taken to ignoring the slytherin. But Harry was surprised that he hadn't come to gloat or had his lackeys doing it for him. The blond was being unexpectedly mute and that made him more anxious than anything, he just hated waiting for the other shoe drop.

Now three weeks later Harry had taken to just avoiding Malfoy too, in class he only spoke to him if needed, in the great hall he sat with his back to him and in the corridors he acted if no one was there. During the day it was easy, during the night it was a different story and tonight wasn't any different than the past few weeks.

He tossed and turned in bed. He drew the blanket close, only to throw it off a minute later. No matter which way he turned he just couldn't fall asleep. Every time he did manage to close his eyes all he saw was Malfoy, all he felt were Malfoy's hands on him.

The Gryffindor could hate Malfoy all he wanted but at night his head would fill with images of the blond and his body would react.

Ron gave a loud snore and Harry glared at him through the curtains, jealous that his friend and the rest of his roommates could sleep without a care but he couldn't. Sighing loudly he threw the covers off and sat up. Making his mind up hastily he picked up his clock, slipped on his slippers and left the room.

Harry made his way around the castle quietly, avoiding Mrs. Norris even though the cat stopped and sniffed the air but kept moving after a moment of looking around and finding no one around. He didn't run into anyone else and made it to Slytherin's entrance in what seem like no time at all. Whispering the password, his heart did a flip flop as the wall parted and let him through. The common room was dark not a soul around which wasn't startling in itself, it was past two on a school night, and the normal, non-crazy students were in bed sleeping.

He ignored the sensible part of his brain that was screaming at him to turn around and just go back to bed instead he made his way to the room that he'd previously shared with Malfoy and opened the door quietly. The room was dark with the little light from the moon shining in.

As Harry let his cloak fall to the floor he stared at Malfoy. He was sleeping on his side, face relaxed in sleep. He hadn't changed the room much, the beds were still pushed together and he was sleeping on the side Harry use to take up.

Shaking his head the Gryffindor moved towards the bed, still wondering what he was doing here, wondering if he had finally lost his mind.

Lying on his side he faced Malfoy and really looked at him. Malfoy was pale, but not in a sickly manner his skin always had a natural glow, blond hair flopped over his forehead, nearly covering his eyes. His nose was still pointy but he'd finally grown into it and now made him look aristocratic, his lips were pink pale and plump.

It was Malfoy's fault that he was doing this, that he felt this way! Never before losing his memories did he want him or any other boy but now here he was no longer a virgin and lusting after two-faced Malfoy.

Leaning closer he kissed the pale lips and pulled back looking to see if Malfoy woke up. He didn't and again Harry leaned forward and kissed him again, putting more pressure. A second later he pulled back in surprise when Malfoy kissed back.

Clear, gray eyes stared back at him in bewilderment and Harry could feel his face burning in mortification.

"What are you doing here?" The blond asked him softly, his voice deep from sleep.

Harry shrugged, biting his lips. "I'm not sure."

"Why were you kissing me?" He tried a different question.

"I –I should go…I-" He cut himself off and started to sit up when Malfoy sat up as well and grabbed his arm.

"No wait." Malfoy said before pulling him back, grabbing his face into a searing kiss.

There was nothing sweet or chaste about the kiss, it was only pure lust. A secret desire that had been bidding its time had finally burst.

Without breaking the kiss Malfoy pushed Harry back down and positioned himself on top, their tongues dancing, tasting. The Gryffindor couldn't hold back the moan that vibrated through him as he felt Malfoy pressing into him, grinding their bodies together so that he didn't know where his began and Malfoy's ended.

Tearing his lips from Harry, the blond stared down at the picture the Gryffindor made for him, bruised lips, jade eyes lit with desire, barely holding back a growl he pushed his fingers through Harry's hair and roughly pulled his head back, smirking when Harry gave whimper. Slowly he bent his head placing a wet kiss on Harry's neck, tracing his tongue down to the collarbone and sucked hard wanting to leave a mark.

'If I only get tonight, then I'll make it that he never forgets this.' Malfoy thought as he pushed Harry's boxers down, leaving the Gryffindor naked and completely as his mercy.

Harry opened his eyes, shutting them when the light hit them and groaned not wanting to get out of bed. Determined to sleep for a few more minutes he turned over and jerked back in surprise when he knocked into something big and warm. Eyes flying open he stared in shock at the sleeping form of Malfoy who had an arm draped around him.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid! Stupid freaking me!' His mind screamed as he realized that A)Last night was NOT some highly vivid dream and B) He did in fact have sex with Draco- he's-making-my-life-hell-Malfoy! As quietly as possible he removed the arm and backed away, trying to make a quick and quiet escape.

As he turned around to search for his underwear though a head snaked around his waist and yanked him back. He found himself staring up at the blond as he straddled him.

"Were you really planning on just leaving without saying goodbye at least?"Malfoy stared down at him wide awake.

"Let me go."

Malfoy gave him his trade mark smirk. "That's not what you were saying last night." He told him as he bent down nipping at his neck.

Harry tried to buck him off. "A fleeting lapse in judgment that will never happen again, now let me go!" He tried getting Malfoy off him again without any luck.

Instead of listening the slytherin continued to kiss his neck. "Oh yeah keep on doing that, just like that."

"Perv!"

"And what does that make you babe hm? Don't for one second think that I can't make you scream for me again. Remember you were the one that came to me last night not the other way around."

"I hate you."

"But you love my cock don't you." Malfoy said grinding his hips into Harry's.

Harry was about to scream at the blond when the door open and Blaise walked in. "Hey Draco it's –Woah!" He said finally taking in the scene. Harry's body was barely covered with the bed sheet, looking shagged and with Malfoy on top of him, they look like they were about to shag again.

Smiling Blaise leaned back on the doorframe. "You didn't tell me you were seeing each other in secret."

"Get the hell out!" Malfoy snarled and Blaise left laughing but closed the door behind him.

The blond looked back down at Harry, who was refusing to look at him instead he stared at some point above his shoulder. He was red from either anger or embarrassment but most likely both Malfoy thought. In that moment he wanted so badly to tell him sorry, sorry for being a jerk, for playing with him, wanted to tell him the truth. That he was in love with him but he knew Harry wouldn't believe him. Instead he kept quiet because it wasn't in his nature to be so open, with anyone.

"Please get off of me."

And he did, he rolled off of him and closed his eyes hearing Harry move about the room collecting his clothes.

"You can take a shower here if you want."

"I can take one in my dorm."

Rolling his eyes the blond sat up. "Don't be stupid, you won't make it on time to Snape's class if you go all the way back to your tower now. Just take a shower here and I'll lend you clothes."

Harry hesitated for a moment, hating that Malfoy was right, but without saying anything he dropped his clothes and cloak and went into the bathroom. He was washing his hair when the curtain was pulled back and Malfoy stepped in.

"I haven't finished." He said scooting back against the wall.

"I don't want to be later either, don't worry I won't jump you."

Feeling exposed Harry shared the shower with Malfoy who kept his word and kept his hands to himself. Back in the room Draco gave him one of his uniforms and changed it so that it had the Gryffindor crest and colors.

"Hide under your cloak and stick close I'll warn you if anyone comes."

"I need to get my books."

"What about breakfast?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll survive one day without it Malfoy." He said as he hid under the cloak and followed the blond out of the room.

The rest of the day passed as usual, Ron and Hermione asked where he'd run off to so early in the morning and he told them that he had forgotten some last minute homework. He wasn't sure if they bought it or not but they didn't question it. The only odd thing about the day was Malfoy handing him a piece of buttered bread and apple after potions.

End of January

For the third time this week Harry found himself waking up and running to the bathroom to throw up whatever he ate the night before. The first time he thought something had settled wrong in his stomach. The second time he could pass it off as having ate too much dessert but the third time had him worrying.

He hadn't told Hermione because she would worry and make him go to the hospital wing but now he was thinking that maybe he should go.

'If it happens one more time.' He promised himself as he flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out.

Fully awake he stepped into the shower and got ready for the day. Christmas break had gone well, he'd spent most of it with Sirius and Remus, who were thrill to have him and on Christmas day they had floo'd over to the Weasley's home.

He met Hermione in the common room who was pouring herself over the new book she had checked out the night before. Sitting down next to her he laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Morning Harry, where's Ron?"

"I think he's just getting out of the shower." He told her and she went back to her book. Ten minutes later Ron came down the steps and they left.

The three of them made their way into the great hall and sat down at their usual spot at the Gryffindor table. Ron immediately started to shove food onto his plate while Hermione followed at more normal pace but Harry took one whiff of the food and clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to leave as quickly as possible.

He only made it about half way through before he doubled over and threw up. The great hall broke out in shock whispers as they watched the boy-who-live puke his guts out.

As he straightened, he wiped his mouth feeling light headed. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he looked into the concern faces of Hermione and Ron.

"Are you okay mate?"

He tried telling them that he was fine when suddenly everything went black and he felt himself falling.

A/N- And there you have it folks the new chapter! Please be kind, I wrote this mostly at work and I'm going to try and get the next chapter out really soon.

Please, please, please be kind and review even if it's just to bitch about how long I took ;)

Next chapter- Harry learns some interesting news! And his reaction has the whole school talking…. What will he do?