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Comforts of the Mind and Heart	By : WickedDoll Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it sure as hell wouldn't be in the children's section and if I made money off of this I wouldn't still be living with my 'rents. Okay?

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter One
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Warning For This Chapter: M/M

Author's note: Sorry if it seems like this chapter runs through things really fast, but I really want to get to the 'good' part. [insert perverted grin here]

Chapter One

It all happened so fast that Draco was surprised that his head didn't break off from the whiplash.

He had woken up in the infirmary before the crack of dawn, which any non-morning person like the young Malfoy believed was an awful time to wake up to discover not only was Harry Potter apparently a very lively morning person, but he was still attached to him and even calling him by a less than adorable pet name.

"Good morning, my little ferret," he beamed in a hushed tone- as to not wake any of the other sleeping and injured occupants who apparently weren't fortunate enough to qualify as a body pillow for the savior-boy, before he kissed the half sleeping/ half annoyed blond cheekily on the lips. "Don't mean to wake you, but we have to get going, so Hermione says."

"What do you mean we, Potter?"

It's amazing what one misses during five hours of sleep.

Draco learned that first hand as he was dragged by a babbling Harry to the Headmaster's office to find Kingsley Shacklebolt, Professor McGonagall, and the other two members of the Golden Trio, of which Ron was falling asleep where he stood next to Hermione whose brow was knotted tightly over her baggy eyes as she looked as she tried to figure something out in her head. The girl who seemingly knew everything, which had always bugged the living crap out of him, was now alarming the Malfoy heir as he stood in the room realizing that it was filled with the 'enemy'. Where's Snape when I need him, he thought, gulping softly as he avoided eye contact with all of them, dropping his head slightly to watch Harry's mindless chatter with all the portraits in the room.

In five hours, a lot can be discussed.

McGonagall talked, Shacklebolt spoke, and then, naturally, Hermione added her piece, mostly to explain to a confused Potter and even more confused Weasely about what was going on before the acting Minister of Magic Shacklebolt carried out the young Death Eater's sentence. Draco was baffled and wordlessly grateful as he watched the tall dark man cast the binding hex between him and Harry.

"So this Onus Bond thing means that ferret doesn't have to go to that prison place right?" Harry questioned with mild curiosity as Draco noticed the other two teens snickering quietly at his annoying 'pet name'. He swore they would pay for it as they left the room.

"It's sort of like a muggle form of probation or house arrest, do you understand what that means?" Hermione jumped in to explain as Draco stared emotionlessly at the thick black brand around his wrist that mark him as the convicted one. It was defiantly better than Azkaban.

"I think it would be best if we keep Mr. Potter's condition as secret as much as possible," the elder woman stated as she walked them down to the path to Hogsmeade. Draco watched as the boy he was bond to opened his mouth to question the statement only to hang open as he look torn between confused and hurt as their professor was answered with nodding of heads; a redhead, a hazelnut brown mess, and even a blonde.

They went down to Hogsmeade and Apparate to the Malfoy Manor for the sole purpose of getting Draco's things. He wasn't surprised when Granger stated that she would stay by the front door, Ron was a loyal lap dog and stayed with her, leaving Harry to follow him to his bedroom. A light blush as tainted the boy's pale cheeks as this thought crossed his mind as he lead Harry up the stairs and down the long hallway.

After the night of cuddling and the wake-up kiss earlier, not to mentioned following him around like a love-sick puppy. Another annoying blush fell on his cheeks as he pack his belongs, mainly clothing, while muttering about having to do it himself and without a wand, keeping his head down to avoid eye contact.

He figured that once Potter got to his home, and Draco's new home for the time being, that he would just lose interest and that would be the end of... whatever this was that the Gryffindor was doing.

But how normal could living with one's rival be when he doesn't remember the things in his own house, much less what the relationship is between the both of them? Especially when said rival is Harry Potter.

As much as he tried to ignore the other lad, his mind kept wondering to him. It wasn't hard seeing as they were, literally, inseparatible for the time being. Though Draco knew it was more than two wizards bound by an Onus Bond. Nothing in their laws stated that the pair had to share a room and most certainly nothing about them having to share a small, half the size of his bed at the manor lump of a mattress. There were two beds, but Harry seemed to prefer cramming into one of them instead. Draco grumbled and complained that it was getting too hot this late in spring, but did nothing to force the stubborn boy away from him.

But as long as Potter didn't do anything in front of Granger and the weasel, he really couldn't complain.

It helped that the two were avoiding making any unnecessary contact with him and vice-versa. He knew it was to keep the peace in the three story house, but it seemed to be that they were doing the same for Harry as well. It amused him to see them walking on egg shells on the amnesia stuck Golden boy.

Other than that, his new life at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was seemingly uneventful... Until he went to get a glass of water before bed and while heading back to the bedroom, he walked passed the main pallor and couldn't help but overhear Granger sobbing softly and the youngest Weasely boy trying to comfort her in a hushed tone.

He hurried back down the hallway, trying to avoid any confrontation, and mentally cursed his thirst when he heard someone's footsteps behind him just as he reached the first step.

"Oi," he stopped but didn't turn towards the other lad until a rolled up newspaper hit his arm. The red head kept his glaze down as he spoke. "I've been meaning to um... thank you, me and 'Mione, for putting up with 'Arry and all, not being a prick

"I'd say I'm sorry I've disappointed you, but Malfoy's don't apologize," he smirked half heartedly and much to his surprise, a small grin formed on the other's face.

"Well good to know you haven't changed much, ferret face. Taking the gratitude back now. But in all honesty, you ought to be grateful to Harry. We don't know what the blood hell is wrong with him, but when Kingsley said he was gonna have to take you away, he had himself a tantrum like I've never seen 'em have before," he sighed while scratching the back of his head. "Keep babbling like a nut that he knew you done nothing wrong."

"There a point to this or can I go to bed now?" he grumbled, tapping his fingers along the banister to emphasize.

"Right, right, um, there's gonna be a memorial service on school ground two days from now, 'ccording to the Prophet here," Ron explained as he gestured to the paper in his hand. "We were thinking that if you didn't want to go then we wouldn't take Harry... trying to keep this hush-hush and all. If not, we'll just have to make sure no one attacks him, but that's nothing new, hehe."

He took the newspaper and briefly looked it over before he managed to mumble weakly, "It's for everyone that died on the grounds, huh." He paused before the redhead nodded. "I'd like to go."

He straightened up as Hermione appeared in the doorway before her boyfriend, rubbing her red eyes unashamed that she was crying in front of him. She sniffled before saying, "We figured we'd make a deal with you. Help us with Harry a little more, and we'll help you out."

He raised his eyebrow arched. "How so?"

"We're better character witnesses that Harry in the state he's in, so if you help us keep Harry's illness a secret until I can figure out how to fix this or worst comes to worst your first hearing, we'll see if we can't convince Kingsley or whoever to at least give you your wand back sooner."

"Scratched our back, we'll scratch yours," Ron grinned as he went over and wrapped his arm around his girl to rub her back clumsily. "Plus, Harry seems to take a liking to you. Weird, huh, considering everything and all."

"It's only weird because his personality hasn't changed at all. He's still the same old Harry," she smiled slightly at Draco before he turned to head up again. "Only a little happier..."

It starting bothering him after they said that, and it wouldn't leave him be. Even after they had curled up in bed and Harry said his goodnight and gave him a light peck on the lips, it still bugged Draco.

"Hey, Potter." His heart started to race in his chest after he finally got the nerve up to say it. A sleepy hum sounded close to his ear as he felt the Boy who Lived try to cuddle closer to him. "Why is it that you keep climbing into my bed?"

"You're my lover, silly."

"What?!" he jolted up onto his elbows to twist his upper body slightly to face the boy in the dark. "Are you mad? What gave you that idea?"

He watched as Harry's eyes grew bigger as he stayed with his head against their pillow and he covered his hand with his mouth, looking away from the blonde. "We aren't, but then... we... and I've... but... no, no, no."

Draco shook his head slightly as the dark haired one rose swiftly and started pacing around the room, hands waving about panically and rubbing his forehead.

"That can't be, I remember... we've kissed," he murmured.

The Malfoy heir felt his cheeks heat about again as he grabbed for the other's arm to stop him, "Whoa, hold it. You remember things from before... before you forgot everything."

Harry fell back onto the mattress, landing on his bottom before he curled his legs up and wrapping his arms around them before he buried his head against his knees. He looked destroyed to Draco after he started shaking. This wasn't the proud, high and mighty Saint Potter, this was Harry Potter with a broken shell and Draco couldn't figure out why he had been given all the pieces. How was he suppose to fix it?

He sighed, scooting closer to the other before lifting his arms, "I'm new at this, Potter. If I screw it up somehow, bear with it or go find someone else." Awkwardly, he placed his arms around the other. An embrace, a hug, whatever you want to call it, it was strange to the grey eyed one and he felt like he might be doing it wrong.

"The other boy with grey eyes... where is he?" Harry murmured before letting his head fall on the blonde's shoulder as Draco tried to figure who he was talking about. "I remember him a little bit too, well, I remember Hermione and Ron a bit, but it's not the same feeling when I think of him and well, you."

"... So do you remember what he looks like other than his eyes?" He told himself he was just curious about how many other boys Harry thought of besides him. Not because he cared or was jealous, but he could use it against him later.

"Um, taller than me, with blondish brown hair, really handsome, um..."

"Diggery," the name came out like venom. He knew that they had had a fling during the Tri-wizard Tournament, but for Potter to remember that as well as him made his blood boil.

"Were we together, do you know?"

"... yes."

Harry shift to lay back down and Draco went with him, keeping his arm around the emerald eyed boy, laying face to face after he pulled the sheet back over them.

"Why isn't he with me instead of you then?"

"You broke up with him a few years back." Because I blackmailed you into doing it.

"Oh..."

"He wasn't good for you anyway."

Potter sighed softly, his hot breath flowing into Draco's mouth and sending unwanted chills down his spin. "I wish I remember important stuff like that. I've been a bother to you then, haven't I. Do you want me to go to the other bed?"

He gulped softly before pressing his lips against Harry's and then briskly turned over to face the wall again, before saying in a very Malfoy manner, "I don't care what you do."

Draco could practically feel the other smiling through the fabric of his shirt as he whispered, "Thank you, Draco."

"Hmph, now shut up and let me sleep, Potter."

To be continued...
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