Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Tabula Rasa	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Title: Tabula Rasa

Author: Padfoot the Marauder

Disclaimer: I’ll keep this short: I own nothing, I’m making no money out of this and JK Rowling is the undisputed queen of the universe.

Rating: It’s mostly PG-13 to R, but chapter 7 and 8 are big flaming NC-17’s. So that’s the general rating I give the story.

Summary: Harry loses his memory and is dense about pretty much everything. Off all people he asks Draco for support. HP/DM M/M Lemon. This story is Harry/Draco. If this ship doesn’t float your boat, don’t sail on it. (Get it? Ship, boat, sail? *sigh* I know I’m lame) <lj-cut>

Chapter two

“Malfoy!”

“Oh crap! It’s the Goodie-Two-Shoes-club,” Draco thought as he sank his teeth in a beef-jerky sandwich. “Can’t even have a pleasant lunch anymore.”

Granger and Weasley strutted towards the Slytherin table and, judging by the expressions on their faces, they weren’t feeling very peachy. Granger leaned in on the table across from Draco, giving him a glare that could easily match his own.

“I don’t know what it is you’ve done to make Harry decide to spend time with you, Malfoy...” she raised her finger and threateningly waved it in front of his face as she continued. “...but I swear, by Morgana’s bane, that if you do anything to harm him in any way I will hunt you down and make you wish you’d never been born!”

Draco slapped her finger away in annoyance.

“Are you done with this little charade, Granger? I’m trying to enjoy my lunch and having a Mudblood staring at my face isn’t exactly helping to increase my appetite.”

“Listen, you bleach-headed piece of inbred...” Ron snarled. He was reaching for his wand but Hermione steadied his hand.

“Yes I am,” she answered Draco. “Just remember what I just told you!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Draco said waving his hand dismissively. “Just see to it that Scar-head shows up at the library after lunch, like I told him.”

“We’ll be watching you, Ferret-boy!” Ron said as he and Hermione took off towards the Gryffindor table.

“Likewise, Weasel”.

*

Draco was already sitting in the library reading a book when Harry arrived.

“There you are. I thought you were going to bail on me, Potter,” Draco said as Harry sat himself across from him. “Let me just make one thing clear. I’m fine with you following me around, but I’m not going to go out of my way to make it a pleasant experience for you. I’m planning to study a couple of hours and I suggest you’d do the same.”

Draco broke his gaze with Harry’s and lowered his head to his book again. As he did this a part of his sleek silvery-blond hair fell in his face. He had let it grow out since the start of last year and stopped putting jell in it so it casually framed his face. He was about to brush it aside when he felt someone putting it back behind is ear.

“You know, you have really nice hair.”

Draco stared up in utter shock to look his archenemy in the eye. This was just... insane! Did Potter just brush his hair?

“Mine just seems to be sticking up all the time,” Harry said casually. “Quite unnerving really.”

Harry reached out to touch Draco’s hair again, but Draco brusquely slapped it aside in a wave of panic. He glanced around for any onlookers and turned back to Harry.

“Potter!” he growled “Have you lost your mind?!? You... you can’t just go around touching another man’s hair!”

Harry frowned.

“Really? Why not?”

“Because... it’s just weird!” Draco sputtered.

“Why?” he asked curiously.

“Because it’s girly!” Draco said conclusively.

“So girls can touch each others hair, and guy’s can’t?”

“Yes” Draco sighed with relief as he figured Potter finally got the jest of it.

“Why is that?”

Draco had to restrain himself not to shout out in frustration. This conversation was just too embarrassing to comprehend. He was actually talking to Potter about why he shouldn’t touch his hair?!?

“Because that’s just the way things are!”

“Seems kind of stupid to me though,” Harry said.

“Whatever, just don’t do it again all right?”

“Fine.”

Draco turned back to his book, making sure his hair was secure behind his ears and started reading. After a few moments of doing that, he felt like he was being watched. He didn’t have to think twice on where to look to find the peeping-tom. He shifted his gaze to Potter and saw that it was indeed he who was staring at him.

“Stop doing that, open a book and start reading!” he commanded.

“I can’t,” Harry declared.

“Why not?” Draco spat, losing his patience.

“I don’t know how.”

“Don’t know how to what?”

“Read.”

“You can’t read?” Draco uttered in surprise. The dark-haired boy shook his head after which Draco burst out into laughter.

“So what happened when you told that to the Granger-girl?” he asked with merriment. “Did she cry?”

“Actually she did,” Harry admitted apologetically. “And she hugged me and didn’t let go for a very, very, long time.”

Draco started roaring with laughter again.

“The Mudblood is so predictable” he thought. After he settled down, he looked at his book, sighed and slapped it shut.

“I can’t possibly study now,” he said, still gasping for air after his laughing-fit. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Harry asked as they made their way out of the library into the hallway.

Draco thought for a moment as he kept on walking. Usually he would go to the Slytherin-dungeon to find some classmates to hang out with, but there was no way he was going to do that now with Potter hanging on his tail. Before he could form an answer something else caught his attention.

“For Merlin’s sake Potter, were you raised by wolves? Tie your shoes!” he spat, noticing that with every step Harry’s untied shoelaces were clapping against his shoes.

“Will you do it?” Harry asked.

“Wha...? You’re not going to tell me you can’t tie your own shoes!” Draco snarled.

Harry shrugged apologetically.

“O God” Draco exasperated, rolled his eyes and bent down to tie Potter’s shoelaces.

“Okay now, watch what I’m doing cause I’ll never do this again!” Draco said huffily, trying to keep his dignity. He took the shoelaces of Potter’s right shoe in his hands and started tying them, meanwhile giving instructions on what he was doing.

“Did you just say ‘put the bunny through the hole’?” Harry asked frowning.

“No, I did not” Draco argued, cursing himself for letting that slip. “I said put the ring through the hoop”.

“Uhu,” Harry agreed, but not in a very convincing tone.

“I did!” Draco insisted as he (somewhat more brusquely) tied Harry’s other shoe.

As he stood up again his gaze was shifted towards the library-door where he saw a bunch of Huffelpuffs gawking at the two of them.

“What are you looking at you nosy pricks?” he yelled feeling utterly embarrassed that somebody saw him tie Harry Potter’s shoes, like some sort of servant.

“Get moving or I’ll shove my Nimbus up your...!”

The group of Huffelpuffs ran out of the hallway and had left from view before Draco could finish his sentence.

“What’s a Nimbus?” Harry asked calmly.

“It’s my broomstick,” Draco replied, his voice still fuming from anger. “A Nimbus 2001”.

“To sweep?”

“No not to sweep, Potter. To fly! Play Quidditch!”

This gave Draco an excellent idea on what they could do next.

*********

End of Chapter 2
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Tabula Rasa