Memory

Written by StrawberryGirl87

In the heat of an argument Ginny curses Harry with memory loss and makes him disappear. In Harry's absence something is happening to Ginny that is making her lose control and start turning dark. Meanwhile Harry has landed in the strangest of places with no memory of who he is. They will fight to get his memory back and help him prevent another Dark lord from rising. DRARRY. MPREG.

Chapter Four - The First Time.

Hermione had been sat up reading one of her many books when Draco's owl had swept gracefully into the open kitchen window. The beautiful tawny creature dropped the letter in front of her before taking flight once more, perching a top one of the nearby trees. She had to admit she was curious, the owl was not one she recognized, the same was the case with the elegant scroll upon the envelope.

The letter was addressed to her and to Ron but after reading the contents she was glad that her husband wasn't here. He wouldn't have liked the contents of the sender. It baffled her how Harry had ended up with him.

Mr and Mrs Weasley

I write to inform you that late this evening one Harry Potter arrived at my residence quite by surprise and accident I am sure. He is of perfect health aside from remembering nothing of his life. He is safe and I can assure you that no harm will come to him while he resides here with me.

The reason this letter finds its way to you instead of Harry's wife is that I suspect some sort of foul play to be involved. I believe that he will be safer here until we can figure out what happened to him. My owl will be able to return any letter to me that you wish and of course I will keep you up to date with any progress that he makes.

Sincerely Draco Malfoy.

Hermione folded up the letter and placed it in her pocket out of sight. If Draco was right in his suspicions, which weren't too far wrong from what she had read, then he was right to keep Harry concealed for the moment. It concerned her that Harry had no recollection of himself at all, Ginny's magic and intent were a lot stronger than she had first realised. She had expected to find him with only partial memory loss not total. It was her decision to keep this information to herself until she could figure out what Ginny had been thinking. She didn't want to think that Ginny would purposely hurt Harry but after all she had seen and done in her life nothing would surprise her.

"Auntie Mione" A small voice said, "Can I talk to you?"

"Of course James, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned about what this fourteen year old could look so serious about.

"I know what happened tonight" He said, hovering awkwardly in the door frame of the kitchen.

"I think you should sit down and tell me what you know" She said kindly with a smile, "Then maybe we can get your dad back."

HPDM

Draco woke early naturally. He hadn't slept so well in years. Harry was a tangle of limbs around him, breathing deeply in sleep. He felt so peaceful lying in the warmth of his bed mate. If it hadn't been for his alarmingly turgid cock then he might have been content to simply lie there and enjoy the moment.

As he shifted, attempting to free himself, the slumbering male at his side began to stir, snuggling closer, his head buried in the crook of his neck. "Don't go," Harry muttered sleepily, his grip around Draco's waist tightening, the blondes heart racing with nerves, if Harry were to slide his arm any lower then he would discover the large erection that throbbed painfully for him. However Harry's pleading words had been so sweet that he didn't have the heart to abandon him.

Draco's arms wrapped around Harry, stroking defined biceps and tangling into raven locks. He heard a delectable moan escape from Harry's throat at the delicate touch making Draco's steely erection ache all the more for the man beside him. It took all of his restraint not to pin Potter to the bed and fuck him senseless. His efforts pushed to the limit when Harry began to nuzzle into his neck, kissing and caressing with his lips.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked breathlessly. Harry shifted and suddenly the blonde could feel the other man's hard cock pressed against his thigh and an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped from him.

"I may not remember my life before last night but I know how I feel right now. I won't regret this," He said and sounded so sure of himself. "I want this" Harry said, his hand trailing down Draco's torso of solid muscle to his groin where he cupped the erection he found there, "As much as you do."

"Just because I want this doesn't mean it should happen." Draco said but his meagre protest held no staying power as Harry began to stroke the cock he held through the thin material that encased it. Harry pushed himself up on his free arm so that he could see the pleasurable expressions on Draco's handsome face as he caressed him.

The air around them practically crackled with unspent magic and energy. If they were really going to do this then it was going to tip them both over the edge of intensity. Taking his chance, Harry leant forward and their lips met. As tongues casually explored each other all forms of protest were forgotten. They became lost in each other. Nothing else mattered but the skin to skin contact they shared.

Draco took charge, rolling them over so that he were a top of Harry who had obligingly opened his legs so that Draco could settle naturally between his thighs. Their lips never separating as pyjama bottoms were worked down over hips and discarded to the floor leaving both men naked.

HPDM

Ron returned home exhausted and empty handed. He had seen nothing of his friend and he was beginning to become more than a little concerned for his welfare. As he apperated back to his home he came across Ginny who was just returning also.

She at least seemed slightly less aggravated than when they had left however she also now reeked of fire whiskey. It was so out of character for her, he had never seen his sister like this before. When he looked at her he could see no concern for her missing husband only the resounding resolution of self-preservation. Whoever this was it wasn't his kind and caring sister whom he had grown up with. This person only interested in herself.