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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 10; I wanted to post this chapter today for a couple of reasons;
Firstly because it is Valentine's day and it seems fitting as this chapter is about our two 'sort of Cupids' getting all fluffy and smutty.
Secondly, because this story is a month old today. Thank you all, it has been an amazing month and this story now has over 40000 views and 299 reviews. I cannot thank you all enough for your feedback and support.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content (I know many of you are thinking 'about time'); for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 16/01/2015)

It was quite late when Harry finally left the Gryffindor dormitory and headed back to the rooms he shared with Draco. As he entered their bedroom he could seen his bonded lying on the near side of the bed, wings towards him; he made his way around to the far side of it, discarding his clothes as he went, until he was wearing just his boxers. He slid himself under the covers, lying on his side, face to face with Draco, who smiled at the sight of him.
"Hi," the blond greeted, his voice quiet and a little sleepy, though Harry didn't think he had actually woken him.
"Hey you," Harry said as he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against Draco's. "You feeling any better?" he asked hopefully; Draco had really seemed understandably out of sorts earlier.
Draco nodded but didn't speak, the two of them lying next to each other in a comfortable silence.
"I told Neville, Dean and Seamus about us tonight," Harry told him, hoping that Draco wasn't going to be upset about that, "about what we are, I mean. They will keep our secret, don't worry," he assured his boyfriend. "They were surprised but seem to just want a chance to get to know you."
Draco chuckled, and shook his head a little. "I keep waiting for someone, other than my father, to react badly," he explained when Harry looked at him strangely.
"I know what you mean," Harry agreed. "Everyone just seems happy for us." It wasn't that he wanted people to start causing them problems; on the contrary, it was a great relief that people were reacting so well, but he had certainly expected more objections.
"I am happy for us too, you know," Draco told him, shuffling across the bed a little, cuddling in close to his boyfriend.
Harry blinked a couple of times, wrapping his arms around the blond and holding him close. He smiled happily, enjoying having him so close. "Draco?"
"Yes, Harry?" Draco responded, looking up at his boyfriend in question.
"You know how I feel about you, right?" Harry asked hesitantly, trying to work out if he felt ready to put how he felt into words.
"I think so," Draco told him, though he didn't sound at all certain. He knew that Harry cared about him, but the question was just how much; he wasn't sure if he could figure that out when he was still struggling to comprehend his own emotions.
"Maybe..." Harry said, pausing for a moment to find the courage to make the suggestion he wanted to. The last time they had done this they had ended up in a very intimate position on the Slytherin table in Great Hall. "Maybe I can show you how I feel about you?" he suggested hesitantly, watching his boyfriend closely to see his reaction.
Draco smiled and nodded slowly, actually liking that idea. Harry's hand gently reached out and rested a hand on Draco's cheek, his thumb moving softly against the strands of hair just above his boyfriend's ear. Knowing what they were aiming to achieve this time, Harry was gently able to slip his feelings easily into Draco's own mind. It was profoundly intimate and they had expected the connection this time, and so weren't reeling from the shock of it; they could tell how they had become so caught up in it before but this time were able to relax into it somewhat.
Draco could feel affection and lust, the emotions telling him that Harry wanted him, really and truly wanted him. There was also possessiveness of both him and their unborn child; they belonged to him and he would rain fire down on anyone who dared challenge that claim. Then there was Love; real, honest, couldn't-live-without-Draco-ever-again Love.
Draco wasn't even aware of raising his hand to Harry's cheek, but slowly he began to share his own emotions. He let Harry see his fears, the ones that he could face knowing that Harry would be his protector; his confusion about their safety, which he could only deal with because he knew Harry would help him find answers; his Love for Harry, which he could confess because Harry returned the feeling.
It was like being doused in hot air and cold water all at once. They felt their senses blurring and becoming confused; their minds spun as memories freed themselves and they remembered.
-#-
Draco was running. 'Shit... no.... shit..,' he thought to himself in panic. The evening was surprisingly warm for late Autumn and, when his knees gave way, Draco was glad it had not rained all week and that the ground was dry. He had only made it half way to the forbidden forest, and he already knew that that would not be far enough.
He let out a wild screech as his wings forced themselves painfully from his back; he knew he shouldn't have resisted them, it always made it so much worse. He could feel his hair growing longer and as it fell around his face he couldn't help but admire the way the wind and moonlight worked together to make it shimmer in waves.
His rational mind was slipping and a need was taking its place; a mate, he wanted his dominant to come and take him, give him a child and protect him from the world. The pitiful whine that escaped his throat was familiar to him now; five times already he had called since his inheritance and yet still no-one answered.
-#-
Harry awoke suddenly as if someone had been screaming in his ear, every inch of his skin was tingling and his back ached. He tried to think but it was like wading through treacle. There it was again; a sound of pain and want, loud and silent all at once as if it was coming from inside his own mind.
He wasn't able to hold in the yell of pain when his back felt like it was ripped open and something large and unknown emerged there. There was a vague awareness at the edge of his mind that his friends were around him and trying to communicate but there was the begging sound again; his submissive wanted... no, needed... him.
He raised up his wings feeling them destroy something as they stretched wide and he hissed at the others to back off but they were between him and the door. 'Never mind,' he thought to himself, deciding on an alternative; his submissive was outside anyway.
He was vaguely aware of several panicked voices as he threw himself through the window, using instinct to fold his wings behind himself, so that he could fit through the frame without injury, only to open them wide as the winds rushed passed him.
He flew; he had to travel part way around the castle before he reached the grounds where he knew his submissive would be waiting. He could hear him and let out a rumbling growl from deep in his throat and the response the submissive gave felt like a relieved sigh.
-#-
He was lying on his side on the ground, his small wings fluttering behind him; the ground was cold but felt nice against the burning need in his skin. He had called, wondering why he was not good enough for a dominant to want him; there were tears on his face already, believing that he would remain alone, but then he felt more than heard a seductive growl.
'Mate' his brain supplied and the responding happy sigh of approval escaped him without his consent. There was a sort of thump as a large, intimating shadow fell over him and he looked up to see a man surrounded by huge wings that he thought to be green, if the moonlight was not misleading.
"It is okay, little one," the winged man said, kneeling down next to the trembling submissive. "I will give you what you need."
He squeaked slightly as the larger body of the man leaned down over him, and swept him up into strong arms; fingers threaded through his long hair, using the grip to force their lips together in a kiss.
-#-
The submissive was lying on the ground and looked so nervous; he was beautiful with purple wings splayed beneath him, pale skin and long white blond hair. He would take this creature and make it his own. 'Mine,' he thought.
"It is okay, little one," he promised, moving towards the ground in the hopes of calming the scared submissive. "I will give you what you need."
He pulled the smaller man into his arms, threading a hand into his hair to initiate a dominating kiss that would leave no questions as to whose submissive he was.
When he pulled back the blond was eyeing him hungrily but was almost relaxed in his arms. 'Good Submissive,' his brain told him. He lay him carefully on the grass again, as though scared to break him. He made quick work of removing most of the clothing that was hiding what was now his, leaving only the shirt tangled around the little wings.
A pleased growl escaped the dominant's throat at the sight of his beautiful submissive spread naked on the ground just for him. He make quick work of removing his own clothing, wanting to lay claim the other man now and letting out a small frustrated sound as he gave up on his own shirt.
-#-
The ground felt even colder against his back and wings, when he had next to no clothes to protect him but the sight of his mostly naked dominant leaning over him was more than enough of a distraction to chase away his cares.
He would be safe now, he would be claimed and before the night was out his dominant would give him a child. His family had come for him, he would be loved. He couldn't help the whimper that fell from his lips as a single finger slid inside him, his own body releasing fluids which eased the unfamiliar sensation.
"I have you, my angel," the dominant praised and he added a second finger, pushing up the shirt of his submissive to leave the pale chest exposed to his eyes.
It hurt slightly but less than the heat that had flushed his skin in demand of surrendering to another like this. This was what he wanted, this was what he needed and he was already impossibly hard under the attentions. The third digit made him squirm and try to pull away though, until the man on top of him used a hand on his hip to pin him in place and kissed him once more.
"Mine," the dominant growled, when he pulled his fingers free of the body beneath him.
The growl of 'Mine' from the dominant was a command and he waited, leaning over the writhing pale-skinned creature, for a response.
"Yours," the submissive replied after just a moment of hesitation, lifting and spreading his legs in an unmistakeable sign of submission and acceptance of his new mate. The dominant didn't need to be told twice and harshly thrust his hard length into the pliant and willing body beneath him.
It hurt; it really did hurt and the sensation of something so large and solid inside him was alien and honestly scary. He trusted the dominant though and when the man thrust into him again he managed to find something inside, that made all his nerves seem to tingle with a hitherto unknown sensation.
It was glorious and he would let the other man put whatever he liked up there if he could feel that feeling over and over again.
The dominant knew it too, it seemed, if the predatory growl was any clue. The larger man pulled out and pushed himself balls- deep once more; the submissive's moan of pleasure was exactly what he had hoped for and so he repeated the motion.
The submissive's head was tilted back and his body writhing, wanton noises escaping unbidden. "Yes," the submissive managed to say, "oh please... more... yes."
The tightness of the blond's arse was leaving the dominant not much more coherent; he revelled in the overwhelming sensations of pressure, friction and heat, the feeling of power he had over his mate, that he was the one pulling those delightful noises from that pretty mouth. It was almost more than he could handle and he was only holding on in his determination to witness his lithe lover's climax before his mind became clouded with his own.
The submissive was lost in his own mind; he could not have even said which way was up, as the erection of his bonded moved against that wonderful spot inside, sparking something in him repeatedly. He was barely aware of his balls tightening before he felt his explosive release, his muscles trembling and clenching as he emptied himself again their chests.
The dominant yelled out as the channel around his erection pressed tightly against him. He didn't even try to stop his orgasm, emptying himself into his submissive, into his bonded mate, knowing that his seed would give the small blonde the child that would seal their bond to each other.
It was a few minutes before the larger man was able to pull himself from his submissive's body and he hated the flinch of discomfort the other had given at the sensation. He could feel his own instinct to mate easing off in his mind and became aware his bonded was shivering; he quickly picked up the now sleeping submissive, the both of them now dressed only in their shirts and, ignoring the other clothing, headed for the warmth of the nearby castle.
-#-
It had likely only taken a few minutes for them to both remember the events of the night they had bonded, but it felt a lot like living through it, while remaining in their bedroom, in the present, at the same time; the intensity of it had them both panting with exhaustion.
"Wow," Harry managed to say, unable to look away from his mate’s piercing grey eyes.
They had not moved and still lay facing each other, hands on each other's cheeks, though the connection had severed between them at some point; this was perhaps rather fortunate because experiencing any more sensations at that moment might have been more than either of them could have handled.
"I'll say," Draco agreed, dropping his hand from Harry's face. He felt a lot more comfortable with the memories that had returned to him than he had thought he might. It helped that he knew that night had tied him to Harry, and that was something he had come to be grateful for.
"That was..." Harry said, struggling to find the words to explain it, as he removed his hand from Draco's cheek and gently ran his fingers though his boyfriend's hair, brushing the blond strands away from his face. "... possibly the most amazing thing ever," he said with a grin.
"Indeed," Draco agreed again, still feeling rather stunned, his brain trying to process it all. "I would like to amend my hypothesis on why we didn't remember though," Draco told him with a small smile.
"Is that so?" Harry asked with an eyebrow raised in question. He wasn't surprised to hear that Draco had a theory, as the blond did tend to overthink things in Harry's opinion, but he was rather curious to hear what Draco was thinking; he had thought it was fairly weird for them to lose their memories in the first place, but then suddenly regaining them back like they had seemed even more peculiar.
"I am starting to think that the bond wanted us to learn to connect with each other, allow our connection to grow on its own," Draco told him, sitting up in the bed a little, clearly keen to explain his thinking. "If you think about it, it is likely that we wouldn't have become so.... emotionally connected, not if we had just started having sex right away," Draco explained, watching Harry to see his reaction.
"Okay, that makes sense," Harry said, as he too sat up, nodding his understanding. "But do you really think we would have just jumped into bed together if we had remembered?" he asked a little sceptically.
"Hmm," Draco hummed, giving it some thought. "Maybe not," he agreed, knowing that their history was complex and even with their bond removing the negativity between them, it had taken them a while to grow properly comfortable with each other. "I imagine that most Erote pairs wouldn't have our past issues. And anyway I don't know about you but after remembering that, we are definitely having sex again..." Draco smirked, "... and soon."
Harry laughed. "Oh, I definitely second that," he said with a grin. "And you might actually be right," he added, thinking that Draco's logic made sense; their connection certainly was a lot deeper now than it had been when they had first bonded.
"Might?" Draco scoffed. "Insolent Gryffindor," he said, glaring at his boyfriend, though Harry could tell it was all in jest. "Of course I am damned well right," the blond told him firmly.
"Why did we remember now though?" Harry asked, genuinely curious. "I mean, I understand why we didn't remember earlier, but what triggered out memories?"
"I assume it is because we said that we love each other," Draco said, before realising what he had said. "Well, sort of, in a way," he rambled a little, a light blush colouring his pale cheeks. "Well I guess we didn't actually say it, but I am pretty sure what I felt through the connection was love, wasn't it?" he asked, starting to second guess himself.
"It was," Harry said firmly, reaching out and grasping Draco's hand in his own, as he shuffled closer to his boyfriend and let Draco lean into him. "It was what I felt too, I'm sure of it," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco's head.
"Okay," Draco said with a smile. "So my thinking is that when the bond knew we loved each other enough to make this work, even without a sexual relationship between us, it felt confident enough to give us a shove towards having that too," he suggested, looking up at Harry.
"Makes sense," Harry said, smiling as he nodded. Though a moment later his face scrunched into a concerned frown. "I hurt you though, didn't I?" he asked, his fingers threading into Draco's blond hair to keep their eye contact.
"Yes," Draco told him bluntly, "but it was also incredible and powered by your instincts," he explained quickly, before Harry could say anything, leaning up enough to press a kiss to his dominant's lip. "Though if you would take a little more care with how you manhandle me next time I would be grateful," he added with a teasing smile when they broke apart.
"Sure thing, Love," Harry promised seriously, pulling Draco in closer, so that the lengths of their bodies were pressed together, their faces just inches apart.
"I hope you don't think you are getting sex right now," Draco told him firmly, a stern expression on his face. "I am bloody knackered."
Harry laughed happily at that. "No," he assured the blond, "I just want to kiss you before you fall asleep in my arms," he told him, pressing a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth, before leaning back a little to look at him in question. "Is that allowed?"
"Hmm..." Draco hummed, tapping his chin in mock thought, before unable to keep the smile from his face any longer. "Okay, permission granted," he told him.
Harry didn't need to be told twice and so leaned forward, closing the small gap between them and pressing their lips together. Draco moaned happily, parting his lips a little and letting his mate dominate the kiss, their lips moving against each others, as Harry's tongue teasingly tasted and swept against Draco's own.
Harry shifted them both down the bed, without breaking the kiss, holding his submissive close. It was intense and passionate, telling of the arousal that they both felt, despite their decision to not have sex then, and it was several minutes before they became desperate enough for air to willingly break the contact.
"I love you, Draco," Harry whispered breathlessly, unable to look away from his mate.
"I know," Draco stated, a smug expression on his face. He honestly couldn't doubt that now that he had felt it for himself through their connection.
Harry just rolled his eyes and chuckled, pulling the sleepy blond gently against his side. He knew that Draco was teasing, and having felt the blond's emotions for himself, he didn't need to hear the words to know how his boyfriend felt towards him.
"I love you too, Harry," Draco said sleepily a few minutes later, his eyes having fallen closed.
"I know, Love," Harry replied, his own voice heavy with sleep. "I know."
-#-
"Draco loves me," Harry whispered smugly into Hermione's ear as he took a seat next to her at breakfast and started helping himself to food.
"We know, Harry," Hermione told him, not even looking up from the paper she was reading. This really was not news to her; she was fairly sure that even Ron, who was about as oblivious as could be sometimes, had worked out that much.
"No, I mean he is IN love with me," he tried again, feeling rather disappointed in the lack of response.
"We know, Harry," she said again, though this time she did look up and turn to him with a small smile. "And we are very happy for you," she adding hoping to appease him, before turning back to her copy of the Daily Prophet again.
Harry huffed at what felt a lot like a dismissal from his friend; he rather though it was quite a big deal and so turn to look at Ron hopefully, knowing that his other friend would have definitely been listening. He couldn't help but smile at the incredulous expression on Ron's face
"Hermione's right," Ron told him with a shrug, "it's pretty obvious how he feels about you, from the rather nauseatingly lovely-dovey expressions he keeps giving you. Did he actually say it though?" Ron asked, with what sounded to Harry like genuine curiosity. "I mean, I didn't think he would be able to admit it to himself yet, let alone to you; I kind of assumed all Malfoys were emotionally repressed."
"Don't be mean," Harry chastised lightly. He might have thought the same thing about Draco not all that long ago, but now he knew better. " And yes, he really said it," Harry told him smugly, remembering his boyfriend's sleepily mumbled words. "But it was more than that. You remember that sort of emotion sharing thing we did before...?" Harry asked, trying to work out how to explain what had happened.
Ron scoffed, cutting his friend off and earning himself a scowl from Harry. "Well it would be kind of difficult thing to forget with the scene you two made," Ron pointed out with an unapologetic shrug.
"ANYWAY..." Harry went on, ignoring Ron's comment. "We kind of showed each other how we felt."
That apparently was enough to get Hermione's attention. "Really?" she asked, putting the paper down on the table in front of her and finally giving Harry her full attention. "You actually got to feel that he loves you?" she asked in amazement, trying to imagine what it would be like to actually have that kind of certainty about how your partner felt about you.
"Ah crap," Ron groaned, lightly glaring at Harry. "You're really in love with him too, aren't you?" he said, already knowing that it was true. "And here was me happily living in denial," he grumbled under his breath, turning back to his breakfast, feeling the need of something else to focus on.
"Yep," Harry said with a laugh, knowing that his friend would get over it once he had grown used to the idea; he certainly wasn't going to apologise for how he felt about his bonded. Instead he turned his attention to Hermione. "And yes, really; I could actually feel how much he loves me. Oh, and it gets better," he added, grinning happily.
"Better...? Woo," Ron droned quietly, his voice heavy with obvious sarcasm. "Better than you and Malfoy head over heels in love with each other, how could such a thing even be possible?"
"Very funny, Ron," Harry said dismissively, not letting Ron's grumpy attitude get to him.
"Ignore him, Harry," Hermione insisted. "What happened?" she asked excitedly, and Harry was almost a little surprised she hadn't pulled out a quill and parchment ready to make notes.
"We remembered," he told her, a smirk creeping onto his face at the memories he now had.
"Wait... you remembered?" Hermione asked, looking confused. But slowly, as she took in Harry's expression, realisation sunk in, her eyes going wide. "As in... you remember that night?" she asked in an excited whisper, leaning towards him a little.
Harry nodded, still unable to keep the grin from his face, but when Ron still looked completely lost, Harry rolled his eyes. "The night we bonded," he explained in a whisper, "the night we..."
"Oh... OH!" Ron exclaimed as he suddenly realised what his friend was telling him. "Can this not be a breakfast topic, please?" he requested hopefully; he didn't want to hear about Harry and Draco's sex life at the best of times, let alone when he was trying to eat.
Hermione frowned at the red-head. "Don't be such a prude, Ron," she said firmly, not wanting to discourage Harry from talking to them about these things.
"No, it's okay, I understand," Harry said casually with a shrug; it wasn't like he had planned to give them any details; after all, he supposed he wouldn't want to hear about what either of them got up to in private either. "All I want to say is," he went on, unable to help himself from sharing a little of his happiness, "that it was amazing; and Draco agrees," he told his two best friends, still unable to stop smiling.
"Okay..." Ron dropped his spoon back into his cereal, "thanks for that, my appetite is completely gone. That was enough to give me a few mental images I could definitely have done without," he said, looking a little queasy.
Harry laughed again, shaking his head in amusement, and Hermione rolled her eyes. They were both too used to the way Ron was to actually be bothered or worried by his comments. "I am happy for you, Harry," she told him earnestly, "that's really great news."
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said, digging into the bowl of fruit salad in front of him, and helping himself to some toast.
-#-
"Harry looks like he is in a good mood," Pansy commented to Draco, who was sitting eating his breakfast next to her. "So do you actually," she noted as she looked carefully at her friend. "Care to share?"
Draco looked up from his breakfast to glare at her. "Do you really think that is any of your business, Pansy?" he asked sternly, a scowl on his face at her need to dig into his private life. She wasn't wrong though; after the evening they had had, both he and Harry had woken up in really good moods.
"Oh come on, Draco," she said, tutting at his secretiveness. "I'm your friend, I just want to know what is going on with you and given that, for once, it looks like it might be a good thing..."
"Yes, okay, okay," Draco interrupted. "I get it," he told her, looking around at the Slytherins sat around them at their table. "Where's Blaise?" he asked curiously, a little surprised to realise that his friend had yet to join them even though they were almost done eating.
Pansy shrugged. "Guess he is having a lie in or something," she said dismissively; it wasn't as though she kept track of Blaise. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself so she wasn't at all worried by the fact that he was missing breakfast.
"Well, he will kill me if I tell you this and not him," Draco told her, a little glad for the reason to put off that particular conversation a short while longer. "Plus..." he said, making a small gesture to indicate the numerous other Slytherins within ear shot.
Pansy frowned at that, but could see his point. "Fine, but we are having lunch in Blaise's dorm and you're going to spill," Pansy told him firmly, using a finger to jab him in the shoulder to get her point across.
Draco chuckled fondly. Pansy had always been such a gossip; he knew that it was probably a good job she was a gossip loyal to him. His mood dipped slightly though, when he thought about the questions his friends would undoubtedly ask once he told them about remembering. That was not going to be a particularly comfortable experience, he was sure.
Thinking about the day before, he glanced up at the head table. Draco frowned in thought when there was no sight of Professor Snape, wondering if the man was actually spending time with Lucius now that he knew Narcissa had no objections. However, the thought of his father and Professor Snape 'spending time together' conjured some mental images that were far too disturbing, and so he decided to focus his attention on eating his fill before they would have to leave for class.
-#-
"Erm, Harry..." Ron said hesitantly, when his best friend suddenly ducked into an alcove after they finished their last class before lunch, and started digging around in his backpack. "What are you doing?" he asked, watching as Harry found what he was looking for and pulled out his invisibility cloak.
"Pansy was dragging Blaise and Draco off somewhere. I was going to follow and steal back my boyfriend," Harry explained, as it should have been obvious. "Thought I could save him from potentially hours of Pansy's gossiping."
"Harry..." Ron whined, clearly unimpressed by this particular plan. "Can't we just go have lunch?" he suggested, looking a longingly in the direction of the Great Hall.
"Oh, yeah, you should go have lunch with Hermione," Harry told him with a smile, "I'll see you next lesson." He didn't wait for a response before covering himself with the cloak and disappearing from sight.
He saw Ron go to say something, but the red-head apparently realised there would be no talking Harry out of it, because he snapped his mouth shut again and shook his head in exasperation, before turning and heading off to lunch.
Harry had to hurry in order to catch up with the three Slytherins and only just made it through the entrance to their common room before the doorway closed behind him. 'Too close,' he thought to himself and started looking around at the large room. He hadn't seen the Slytherin common room since he had broken in during his second year with the help of polyjuice potion; it hadn't changed much.
Pansy, Blaise and Draco were making their way towards what looked to be the dormitories and Harry was starting to think that the idea of following Draco might have not been so smart after all. He had thought it would be a laugh but perhaps Pansy had pulled them away because she wanted to talk to them about something private.
Harry momentarily glanced towards the entrance he had just come through, considering just going back and joining his friends in the Great Hall for lunch. However, he had come this far and was simply too curious to back out now.
So, summoning his Gryffindor courage, he picked up the pace and hurried after the three Slytherins. Harry just managed to sneak into the room behind them, while Draco was checking that they weren't followed.
-#-
"So are you ready to tell me why we are hiding out in my dorm, rather than going to eat lunch?" Blaise asked Pansy, as she pushed him through the doorway ahead of her. Draco followed them in and, after looking around carefully, pulled the door shut, throwing up silencing spells for good measure.
"...I missed breakfast you know, this means I will have to wait until dinner to eat and..." Blaise continued to rant as Pansy pushed on his shoulders, getting him to sit down on his bed. Draco came over to join them, sitting next to Pansy as she sat down on the bed over from Blaise's.
"Shush, Blaise," Pansy said firmly, when he opened his mouth to continue his complaints. He snapped it shut but gave her a stern glare that demanded answers. "Draco and Harry were both suspiciously happy at breakfast this morning..." Pansy told him.
"Wait, wait, wait," Blaise said, raising a hand to cut her off. "I am missing lunch because Draco and Potter happened to be in a good mood on the same day?" he asked, glaring daggers at her now.
"No, you are missing lunch so that Draco can tell us exactly what put them in such a good mood," Pansy clarified with a roll of her eyes, turning to look at the blond with an expression of innocent curiosity that didn't fool him for a moment.
"Fine," Blaise said huffily, his arms crossed over his chest as he too turned to look at Draco expectantly.
"We remembered," Draco stated simply, watching his two friends, waiting for the moment that this information sank in.
Harry, hidden safely under his invisibility cloak, couldn't help but smile; part of that was at the memory of that night, but it was mostly the knowledge of how much he and Draco loved each other. He was definitely feeling guilty for spying on Draco and his friends but there wasn't a lot he could do now he was there, so he just stayed quiet.
"Oh, wow," Pansy exclaimed, clearly both excited and curious; it had taken her basically no time to work out what exactly it was that they had remembered. "How did that happen?" she asked quickly and Draco rolled his eyes at her slight mad grin.
'Such a gossip whore,' he thought affectionately, knowing that Pansy would be the first to admit that was true if asked.
"You remembered?" Blaise asked, a slightly puzzled expression on his face as he narrowed his eyes at the blond; until they suddenly went wide a moment later. "Oooooh..., you remembered," he said pointedly. "Do you remember... well... everything?"
"Everything," Draco said, nodding in confirmation. "And we are fairly sure that it happened because we admitted we love each other."
"Knew it!" Blaise declared proudly, grinning at his friend.
"Who said it first?" Pansy asked; she seemed barely able to staying sitting down, let alone hold her questions at all.
"Oh, not sure," Draco said, trying to think back to the previous night and work it out; it hadn't been at all important to them who had gone first, because it had been entirely mutual. "I think Harry showed me first," he told them. "We used our ability to share emotions, so that we could both actually feel how the other felt."
"Aww, that is so sweet," Pansy cooed, grasping one of Draco's hands in her own. "And just that you actually got to feel his love for you," she said, letting out a wistful sigh.
"Sometimes, Pansy, you are such a girl," Blaise told her with a roll of his eyes.
"You do know I am a girl, right, Blaise?" Pansy pointed out with a smile. "But anyway," she went on, turning back to the blond, "we are talking about Draco and his newly recovered memories. Was it...?" Pansy tried to ask but was quickly interrupted by Draco.
"It was amazing; he was amazing," Draco said with a slightly glazed over look. It was still a little strange actually having the memories of that night in his mind; he could remember how it felt, physically and emotionally, and both had been intense beyond what he had imagined.
Harry couldn't help but feel insanely smug at his boyfriend's words. It was one thing to hear Draco tell him that it was amazing to Harry's face, but for the blond to say it to his friends, when there was no pressure to compliment him... well it warmed his heart.
"It didn't hurt?" Blaise asked, his own curiosity getting the better of him. Harry too was listening closely now; Draco had already admitted it had hurt, but he wanted to know how his boyfriend would describe it to Pansy and Blaise.
"Oh, yeah, it hurt," Draco told them with rather blunt honesty; it tugged at Harry's heart to know that he had caused him that pain, even if it was while he was acting on instinct. "But it was still incredible," he said, with a rather salacious smirk on his face.
Pansy laughed and Blaise rolled his eyes in amusement; Harry smiled, happy to see Draco's two best friends so pleased for him.
"It is good to see you like this, Draco," Pansy told him, "to see you happy." Draco had been worrying so much the last year or so, but Harry seemed to have changed everything.
"Yeah, I really am," Draco agreed, but the sigh which followed it told a different story.
"Something's bothering you," Blaise stated, the question about what left implied and Pansy was looking at Draco with concern too. Harry's whole body felt tense, anxiety over what was upsetting his boyfriend flooding through him.
"I love Harry, I really do," Draco told them. "I'm happy with him but there is a war going on, no matter how much I would rather ignore it. Am I just supposed to pretend that I feel safe, that I am oblivious to how hunted me and my baby will be if the wrong people find out?" he asked, folding his arms over his still flat stomach protectively, his own wings curling around his sides slightly as if to shield himself from the world.
Harry was frozen to the spot, hearing his boyfriend's fears. He could only watch on as anxiety and concern marred Draco's beautiful pale features, the long blond hair falling around his face when he tilted his head forward in a failed attempt to hide the tears he was crying.
Pansy and Blaise shared a look; this was not really something they could help their friend on. There was no denying that Draco's relationship with Harry was potentially dangerous and whether any of them liked it or not, the young family were going to be dragged into the war. Draco would see straight through any false words they used to try and comfort him.
"And even if I somehow managed to stay safe, hidden away, Harry can't," Draco went on, his voice quiet. "I can't lose him, I just can't," he told them sadly. Harry honestly thought his heart was going to break in that moment; it taking all his will power not to throw the cloak from his body and embrace his bonded in his arms. He was thankful when Blaise moved to sit next Draco, on the other side of him from Pansy, and the two friends embraced the blond between them.

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