Harry was still a little out of it when they got back to their rooms. 'Draco Malfoy just gave me a handjob…in the middle of the Three Broomsticks…with ton of people around.' He knew this was not something he could talk to Ron or Hermione about. Hermione was a girl and Ron would just flip out.
As soon as the portrait closed behind them, Harry had an armful of Draco. After what just happened, Harry couldn't remember why this was so wrong. Draco's lips were insistent against his and he found himself opening up to let Draco's tongue inside. He was shocked to realize he was getting hard again. He quickly pulled Draco's shirt off. His lips attached themselves to Draco's neck. Soon, he was kissing, sucking, biting, licking, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He worked his way down Draco's chest. He could feel the vibrations from Draco's moans against his lips. Harry couldn't believe that Draco wanted him. Out of all the people he could have made the center of his universe, so to speak, he chose Harry. He wanted him. But then, it hit Harry like a ton of bricks. Draco didn't really want him. He had a head injury. He didn't have his real memory. When he got his memory back, he would hate Harry again. Probably more since Harry was practically molesting him. He stopped and pulled back.
Draco was shocked and confused. "What's wrong, honey?"
Harry took a moment to catch his breath. "I shouldn't have done that. It's my job to make sure you do everything you're supposed to and I really messed up. I'm sorry. I'll be back. I'm gonna take a walk."
Before Draco could say anything, Harry was out the door. He walked through the castle and ran into Ron and Hermione.
"Oh, hey Ron, Hermione," Harry said.
"'Oh, hey Ron'? That's all you've got to say?" Ron asked.
"Um, yeah? What else should I say?"
"How about why you're running around all married to the git?"
Harry sighed. "We're not really married, Ron. He hit his head. Because of me. It could cause irreparable psychological damage if I don't go along with this. It's my responsibility and he's not that bad."
"Not that bad? How can you say that, Harry? He's made our life hell for over 6 years. Did you forget all the horrible things he's said and done over the years?"
"No, Ron. I haven't forgot. But, we're getting older and it's time we all grow up and put aside childhood rivalries. We've said and done terrible things to him, too. I'm just trying to be mature here."
"And I'm really proud of you for that, Harry," Hermione interjected.
"Thank you, Hermione. Ron, if you can't handle this situation, then maybe it's best you avoid Draco. I won't be happy with you if you cause a setback when I'm working my arse off to help him."
"You can't be serious. You would really take his side?" Ron asked, shocked.
"If he hasn't done anything to you? Then, yes. I'm telling you, he's a different person. He's nice, kind, and sweet. You should really give him a chance. He didn't even say anything bad about you when he heard you were there to see me last night. He just said to tell you hi."
"Hi? After six years of torment, he wants to tell us hi? This is bullshit, Harry. Where's the ferret at? I'm gonna kick his arse until he gets his damn memory back."
"Ron, calm down," Hermione said.
"Stay away from him, Ron. I'm taking care of him and I won't let you hurt him," Harry warned.
"What the fuck, Harry? Do you like him or something?" Ron asked, astonished.
"I'm just saying that he's fragile right now, and I'm going to protect him. I would do the same for you or Hermione. Now, I think I better go so this doesn't get any worse." Harry quickly walked away before Ron could say anything else.
Harry made it back to the rooms and entered. Draco was waiting on the couch and reading a book. He looked up as Harry came in and sat the book down.
"There was no need to run away," he said.
"I wasn't running away. I just needed some time to think."
"You could have stayed and talked to me. I'm your husband. It hurts when you keep things from me."
Harry sighed. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just needed to make sense of a few things. A lot has happened in the past few days."
Draco said, "I fell down some stairs, honey. It's not the end of the world. I'm still here and I'm fine. No permanent damage. The only problem I see, is Pomfrey banning sex and you listening."
Harry sighed again. Draco didn't know. He didn't know that Harry had caught Ginny cheating on him. He didn't know that Harry was confused by the strange feelings that Draco caused in him. "I just don't want you to get worse. I want you to get better."
"But, I am better. No pain, I remember everything, I feel perfectly normal."
'It only seems that way,' Harry thought. Out loud, he said, "I know. It came out wrong. Pomfrey's worried that something could still happen. I want an all clear from her."
"Harry, I only want you to be happy. I can tell you want this just as much as I do."
Harry's jaw dropped. "That doesn't mean it comes before your health, Draco. That's the most important thing right now."
Draco's eyes softened. "Are you really that worried?"
"Yes, baby. What if there's damage that doesn't manifest itself until you do something physical? I would hate myself."
Draco sighed. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know you felt like that. We can wait. But, I still expect kisses. Lots of them if we're not having sex."
Harry laughed. "Now that, I can do." He leaned over and kissed Draco. "I have something for you," he said in a sing-song voice.
Draco lit up. "My surprise for being good?"
"Yes, it is. Close your eyes." After making sure Draco's eyes were closed, he pulled the rings out of his pocket. "Okay, open them."
Draco opened his eyes and squealed. "Oh, my gods! Out wedding rings, Harry. Is that what you were doing when you sent me to the Three Broomsticks?" Harry nodded. "I've missed them." Draco picked up one of the rings. The inscription caught his eye. "Harry and Draco, October 7th. I don't remember that being there." He looked questioningly at Harry.
"That's because I just had it done. Thought it might make them more special. Mine says the same. Do you hate it?" Harry asked, nervously.
Draco smiled and rolled his eyes. "I love it. It's perfect. You are too good to me. I love you so much, Harry." He threw his arms around Harry and kissed him.
Harry beamed, happy that his surprise went over well. "I love you, too, baby. Let's go to bed. Our new stuff is getting delivered tomorrow and we need to be rested so we can get everything taken care of."
The next day, Harry and Draco got to breakfast late. When they walked in, everyone's eyes were on them. Harry was embarrassed but Draco didn't even pay attention. He kissed Harry on the cheek before walking to the Slytherin table. Harry walked to his table and sat down. He noticed how nervous Hermione looked and how red and angry Ron was.
"You okay, Ron?" Harry asked, warily.
"No, I'm not bloody well okay! First, you agree to be married to Malfoy. Then, you allow him to give you a handjob in public. Then, you let him kiss you with his ferrety germs! What is wrong with you, Harry?" Ron yelled.
Harry's face paled. 'How does he know about the handjob?' Hermione slowly slid over the Daily Prophet. He paled even more when he read it.
September 23, 1996
The Exhibitionist Who Lived?
Sources say that Harry Potter entered the Three Broomsticks yesterday for a date with Draco Malfoy, son of rumored Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy. They were overheard using pet names and talking about the rooms they share at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One has to wonder what is going through Albus Dumbledore's mind to let two students share a private room. Several eyewitnesses watched on as Draco Malfoy proceeded to perform sexual acts on Harry Potter under the table, with his hand out of view, before kissing him and practically dragging him back to the school carriage that would take them back. One can only imagine what they got up to once they were back. Let's just hope they found somewhere more private to finish what they started.
Harry's head shot up and he searched for Draco. Their eyes met and Draco looked worried. He got up and rushed to Harry's side.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Draco asked, concerned.
"Nothing. It's nothing." Harry tried to slide the newspaper back to Hermione but Draco grabbed it first. His eyes scanned it before he threw it down on the table.
"Bloody idiots. They got my last name wrong."
"Is that all you're worried about? Your last name? You're not at all worried about the entire wizarding world knowing what happened?"
"What? It's probably more action than any of them see. Why is this bothering you?"
"It bothers me because it's private. What we do is our business, no one else's."
"Hate to burst your bubble, but it's not really private when it's done in public, honey. They'll move on to something else soon. You shouldn't let them affect you so much. I mean, I love you, you love me. To me, that's all that matters."
"I just hate the world knowing every move I make. I can never have anything be just mine."
Draco smiled. "I am."
"What?"
"I'm just yours. No one else gets to have me. Just you."
Harry was filled with an emotion he couldn't name. He had never felt it before. "That was really sweet, Draco."
"I was just telling you the truth. I'm yours and always will be."
Hermione watched in fascination. She could tell her friend was on his way to falling in love with Malfoy, who was being more sweet and caring than anyone thought possible. She just hoped Harry wouldn't get his heart broken when Malfoy's memory returned.
Ron watched in horror. His best friend and enemy talking and getting along was mind boggling. There had never been anything but severe animosity between them for years. Now, they sounded like any other couple at school. He had to do something. Malfoy probably put a spell on Harry. He had to save him. He stood up, pointed his wand at Harry, and said the most powerful counter spell he could…but Harry just looked at him like he was stupid.
"What are you doing, Ron?" Harry asked, tiredly.
"Um, well, I just thought that maybe it was a spell?" Ron replied, more confused than before.
"Obviously, it's not. You're starting to take this a little too far, Ron. We'll talk about this later. Draco, you need to go eat and then we'll take a short walk."
Draco frowned. "What is he talking about? What did he think was a spell?"
"It's nothing important. We can talk about it later. Let's eat breakfast and take a walk. We'll discuss it then." Draco pouted but went back to his table. 'He looks so cute when he pouts.' Harry glared at Ron. "I can't believe you did that. You're lucky he didn't realize what you were talking about, Ron. You could have messed up his recovery."
"This doesn't make any sense, Harry. A week ago, you were dating Ginny and you hated Malfoy," Ron defended himself.
"Well, a week ago, I didn't know Ginny was cheating on me and Draco wasn't treating me like the sun rose and set on me. Now, those are two major things that have thrown me for a loop. I'm dealing with them the best way I can. Me and Ginny are over. She can be with Seamus now. I owe Draco this. I need to take care of him and help his recovery as much as I can. If you can't respect that, I'll be forced to stay away from you until he's better."
"Harry, have you really thought about this? He's going to be really mad when he gets his memory back."
"It's not like he can hate me any more than he did. I know he'll be mad. I've accepted that and I'll accept anything he does to me then, too."
Ron sighed, accepting that Harry was going to do this whether he liked it or not. "Okay. Fine. I'll try to be more supportive."
Harry smiled. "Thanks, Ron." He saw Draco finish eating and look at him expectantly. He hurriedly ate his food and met him at the doors. Draco gave him a shy smile and grabbed his hand as they walked out the Great Hall and out the front doors.