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Chapter
2�The Story Continues�

Sunlight poured in from the window, bathing
the room in a soft pale yellow light. Quiet surrounded the dawn and permeated
the house, bringing a sense of peace along with it. As the morning wore on, the
sun�s rays crept along the carpet and up the side of the bed, inching over the
down-pillows to smother Harry�s face in its warmth. Slowly, they woke him from
his drugged slumber.

Blearily, one eye opened and then shot
closed after a sight full of bright light. Harry moaned and rolled over, his
brain feeling quite foggy, and mushy, and like pudding. It must have been some
pretty strong brew, because nothing had ever made Harry sleep completely
through the night. Hermione�s potions experiments must be quite successful
then, especially since she added Professor Snape part-time to her research
staff. That made a whopping four Medical Researchers in the Ministry, a lot
more than Harry ever expected from the new Minister of Magic.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Harry sat
up and peeled himself from the soft cocoon of the bed. Carefully, he grabbed
his glasses from the far bureau, putting them on and making his way downstairs.
The portraits� comments could be heard following in his wake as he descended.

The first thing Harry noticed when he
walked into the kitchen and recovered from his momentary shock was the utter
lack of all his documentation; not even a trace of it. He came to a near panic
before he saw the note on the fridge.

�Good ol� �Mione,� he smiled. �I owe her
everything. �Harry, be sure to buy some food today, not to mention taking a
shower. On the table are the address of the nearest food store and a list of
the things you need to buy. It�s a muggle store so, don�t forget to have pounds
with you when you go. I�ll be back later to check on you and you better have
gone shopping, Harry�� Harry dropped the note and chuckled his way back
upstairs to shower.

He knew that was Hermione�s secret code for
�I will hex you if you don�t have something for tea ready when I get there,
Harry,� and for all her efforts, he could definitely accommodate her.

The grandfather clock in the hall chimed
eight bells when Harry reached the bathroom and turned the shower on. He
stripped out of his rumpled work clothes and caught his reflection in the
mirror.

For long moments, he stood there looking at
himself, at the man he�d become without being aware of the change. He stared at
the dark circles around his eyes and the pasty colour to his complexion. His
eyes roved over his naked arms and chest that, despite their strong build, were
rather pale and drawn. His gaze continued on lower to his flaccid length and
just as the mirror fogged over with steam terminating his perusal, Harry
realised how long it had been since his last shag: three years. And what�s
worse, his last orgasm was more than ten months ago. It was the first time he
had really looked at himself in quite
a while, and he was rather disgusted at his lack of personal attention.

Sighing, Harry stepped under the steaming
water, relishing in the sensation of heat pouring over his entire body. He
languidly stroked every inch of his chest, breaking loose the muscle and
releasing some long pent-up tension. Turning around, he let the streams of
water cascade down his body, trailing his skin like fingertips, caressing his
nipples like lovers, sending electricity straight through his blood. He could
feel himself becoming hard and encouraged his state, brushing his fingers
across the head of his arousal, making it twitch in excitement.

He tried to prolong the anticipation by
lathering and rinsing his hair, but once the bar of soap was in his hand, his
aching erection demanded some attention. He eagerly grasped his length with his
soap-slick hand as a heady awareness filled his senses; he squeezed a bit
harder, stroked his arousal, moaning breathily into the shower head.

Facing the water source, he placed his free
hand against the wall and bowed his head beneath the steady stream, stroking
harder and faster. It felt so good and had been so long, the heat pooling in
his stomach, his blood even hotter, the pressure building and building.

Involuntarily Harry�s hips began to thrust
erratically into his hand and keeping a relentless, ready rhythm of pleasure
became a trial in itself.

He squeezed harder, groaning louder now,
coming closer and closer to his release, to leaving behind a tension he had
never known he carried. His hips thrust powerfully, propelling him forward,
pressing the tip of his erection to the slippery tile, sliding upward against
the smooth surface. The combination of heated water, hard pressure and cold
shock was Harry�s undoing and he spilled his seed against the shower wall as
waves of pleasure wracked his body again and again. His grunt of satisfaction
could be heard in the kitchen, if anyone had been present to hear.

His body shuddered with the intensity of
his release, knees shaking, hands trembling. A good twenty minutes passed
before Harry managed to finish his shower and begin dressing. Glancing at his
reflection one last time, his lips twitched with the colour that already began
to spread within his cheeks.

When
did I forget to live?

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Draco was always an early riser, and
despite his late nights, he would wake with the sun. It didn�t make much sense,
being attuned with the sun, considering what he was, but it didn�t seem to
matter.

He spent last night alone, not able to
stomach the presence of his annoying house guest in his bed. And yet it wasn�t
a lonely night. Ghost whispers of a dream haunted him and occupied his sleeping
thoughts. A voice�so familiar in tone, yet completely unidentifiable�echoed in
his ears. In this dream, he stood on a desert beach, the sky an overcast grey.
Surrounding him for miles was a vast emptiness, a silence thick and pregnant
with melancholy. And in this desert, he would hear murmurs of the voice and a
sense of peace and fulfilment would engulf him before an overwhelming urge to
run, run and capture its source would descend upon him. Capture it and make it
his for all eternity. The desire would propel his feet forward, but before he
could move more than ten steps, he would wake with the sun cresting on the
horizon. Every night for the past week, it seemed he had this dream, and every
night, he seemed to be able to take a few more steps, perhaps a bit closer to
his desire before he woke.

He could feel a change in the air; and not
because it was October and Autumn was bursting at the seams. Something else was
inherently� different. Every time he visited Diagon Alley it seemed the wide
grins of the jack-o-lanterns would leer at him, holding back the true identity
of that voice. And the bats that flew overhead at dusk would mock him with
their knowledge of the change. The Hallows surrounding him knew, but he did
not.

This morning was no different than any
other morning: he still knew nothing and the crisp Autumn air taunted his
senses as he prepared for another bout of errands today.

More definite plans for the celebration
would be made as all the invitations had now arrived and were being tallied by
the diligent House Elves. Once this event was over, Draco had a mind to
terminate this little charade he played with Montague. The boy no longer
satisfied his lust, or his boredom, and it wouldn�t be profitable after his
meeting next week. The last of his business ventures would be sealed and on
contract come next Thursday. And if luck favoured the bold, Draco would more
than triple the already substantial Malfoy Fortune.

Yes, change was in the air, more change
than even Mother Nature could imagine.

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After his successful trip to Morrison�s,
Harry prepared a rather delicious vegetarian pasta dish, complete with a tasty
dessert. The table was set, the food was still on the hob keeping warm and
Harry was standing at the table waiting for Hermione to arrive: a perfect
reverse-role 1950�s American home.

The fireplace spit green, and Harry
straightened leaving the torn envelope and note card next to his plate. When
Hermione stepped out, Harry�s face split into a huge smile.

��Mione,� he beckoned.

She walked to him, and when he put out his
arms, she embraced him without hesitation. His arms closed around her and he
hugged her tightly, touching her hair with his hand. �You�re the best thing to
happen to me,� he whispered and squeezed her tighter before pulling back and
kissing her cheek.

Hermione smiled a teary-eyed smile,
touching his face before moving past him into the kitchen.

�Oh, Harry, you shouldn�t have,� she said,
noticing the food. Her voice completely lacked conviction and surprise,
however, and Harry snorted loudly.

He pulled out her chair and swept his hand
wide. �If you would.�

It was Hermione�s turn to snort, but she
took her seat and he removed the pasta from the hob. With gusto, Harry tossed
the pot on the table and took his seat across from her. �Bon Appetite.�

They served each other and began eating, as
if they were an old married couple. �Why don�t you move in with me, �Mione?�

�Because, it would ruin our friendship; you
already know that.�

�No, it wouldn�t it would be perfect: a
give and take environment.�

Hermione laughed. �Yeah, with me doing all
the giving and you all the taking. Admit it,� she picked up her glass, �I would
end up doing all the housework and watch you slowly go insane every time you
would come close to solving a case. I�d never be able to get to work because
I�d be spending all my time cleaning up after you.� She ended her speech by
taking a sip of the well-chosen wine.

Harry smiled. �I�ll admit nothing.�

�Stubborn wanker.�

�Ah, but that�s why you love me,� Harry
grinned and she laughed. �So, how are all your projects going?�

�Actually rather well. Since Professor
Snape joined out team, we�ve been able to complete several of our potions,� she
replied, her voice filled with pride.

�And you�ve finished a new sleeping
draught, because what you gave me yesterday was unlike anything I�ve ever had
before.�

Hermione bit her lip. �Um, Harry,� she said
hesitantly, �I didn�t give it to you yesterday�it was two days ago.�

Harry�s eyes widened behind his spectacles
and he stopped chewing. �T-two�?� he managed to splutter through a full mouth.

�Not even I expected it to last that long,�
she rushed to reassure him. �I came by yesterday to see you. When I didn�t see
any food anywhere, I searched the house for you. And when I saw you in my bed,
I knew you hadn�t been awake yet. The potion reacts to the speed of the neuron
firing in your brain: the faster it is, the less it makes you sleep. You
obviously haven�t been sleeping, since it kept you down that long,� her voice
had changed from slightly embarrassed to mildly irritated, �It wears off after
thirty-six hours, and if you�d been taking care of yourself, you�d have been up
much sooner.�

Harry finally managed to swallow, and
couldn�t think of anything to say. After all, she was right. For a minute the
only sound in the kitchen was the scrape of the glass on the table when Harry
took a sip of his wine.

�But, we�ve been successful with seven of
our twelve potions so far. Professor Snape is really rather brilliant with
Potions,� she stated breathlessly.

Hermione was watching her plate and
therefore didn�t notice when Harry quirked his brow. �Really? How so?�

�Honestly, Harry! Don�t you remember
potions back in sixth year? Did you already forget that Professor Snape was the
one who made all the notes in your potions book?�

�No,� he snapped back, �There�s no way I
could ever forget sixth year. That�s when Dumbledore� I�ll never forget that
year. Everything changed then.�

Hermione was silent for a minute. �Yes,
well� then you remember that even in school Snape knew more about potions than
the authors of potions books. He was already a Master at the age of sixteen. My
aptitude is nothing compared to his.�

�How long has he been working with the
Department?� Harry asked, ignoring her remark against her extensive
intelligence.

�Nearly since we owled the request, when?
Three months ago?� Hermione sipped her wine.

�And how long have you known that you love
him?� Harry asked bluntly, hoping he was correct.

She drained her glass then. �I-I don�t know
what you�re talking about,� she said, in a voice a bit too loud and shaky for
her liking. �I don�t love him.� But it didn�t hold any of the assurance her
statements usually carried. �I love him?� she whispered, staring at Harry, not
really seeing him, while he took another bite.

�Don�t you?�

�I don�t know.� Hermione chewed slowly, as
if contemplating for the first time her feelings for their former Professor.
�What�s the Ministry doing with you, Harry? How did they handle the situation?�

If she was going to be uncomfortable, then
Harry was going to be too, dammit. She bit the pasta off her fork with a bit
more force than was necessary.

Harry glared at her, because he knew what
she was doing, but his irritation only lasted for a minute. He was an attempted
murderer, wasn�t he? �Well, after I let go of the victim, I called for back-up.
Three WPs apparated on site and took the man to the Ministry hospital and the
hysterical woman to an interviewing room. After recording memories from both of
them, the Minister of Magic performed memory charms on them to forget the
period of time from when I arrived to when they got to the Department to give
statements about the original crime itself.� Harry remembered the awe he had
felt when the Memory Recorder was brought in. It looked just like a pensieve,
taking memories by silver threads and creating duplicates to be stored in
silver orbs. �He also erased the memories of the Department members involved.�

�But, which memory charm did he use? I
haven�t heard of one that works over such a short period of time.�

�Oh, well, it was one of my inventions,�
Harry stated quietly.

�How did the Minister know about it?�

�He checks the Spell Registry every week
for new charms. And I had registered it early enough for him to have learned
it.�

Hermione sighed. �Well done, Harry, on the
charm. And now for the big question: why would he erase everyone�s memory?�

Harry snorted, �When I asked him that, he
said, �We can�t have our Saviour be a criminal, can we? Best no one but you or
I know about this.� I don�t know what to make of that.�

She stared at him for a minute before
realisation dawned. �He�ll use it for leverage, Harry. He�ll blackmail you,�
she said with a frown on her face. �How did The
Daily Prophet get wind of this story then?�

Harry hadn�t thought about that. Blackmail
for what? He was the Minister of Magic, for Merlin�s sake, what did Harry have
that he obviously wanted? And how did the media know about the incident, since
almost everything involved was obliterated? �I�m not sure. It must be that
someone saw the incident, but recognized only the WP uniform. If the Prophet knew it was me, you can be sure
they�d be all over the story. I bet it�s killing them, not knowing who the
officer was.�

Hermione laughed, �I�ll bet.�

A comfortable silence descended between
them that lasted through the remainder of the meal. With her prompting, Harry
washed up the dinner dishes while she took out dessert plates and scooped
helpings for both of them.

�Harry? When did you learn to make apple
crumble?�

�Um� it�s my first shot at it, so I�m
hoping it doesn�t taste too bad.�

She suddenly became quite cautious of the
dessert and smelled it just to be sure. Harry caught her inspecting the
culinary creation with a suspicious eye. �It�s going to kill you. Sugar and
apples make a deadly poison,� he said sarcastically.

�Ha ha, very funny,� and she took a bite.

Harry followed suit, and remembered what he
wanted to ask. Picking up the torn envelope, he waved it in the air. �Did you
answer this?�

Hermione glanced at him and recognized the
invitation. �Yes, there was a reply card.�

�And you declined it, right?� He said it
more as a statement than a question; she always refused the invitations because
he asked her to.

�No,� she stated without looking at him.

His fork clattered onto his plate. �No?!�

�I accepted the invitation for you.� She
bristled at his sigh, �You need to
get out, Harry, and what better and opportunity than at a costume party? No one
will need to see your face,� she pointed out with another bite of dessert.

�Yeah, but �Mione, you know I don�t want to
go to any of these things.�

�Too late. I already sent in the card.�

�Well, at least you�re going with me,� he assumed.

�No, you�re going alone. I didn�t put
myself as a guest.�

�Well we can change that.�

�The last day to RSVP was yesterday. It�s
too late. Besides, this will force you to talk to some other people.�

�Surely they can make an exception to one
more guest. And, I talk to lots of people, all the time. It�s part of my job.�

�They don�t make exceptions at these fancy
things, so you�re on your own. And I meant people who aren�t criminals.�
Hermione ignored the glare sent her way.

�Poopstick.�

�Now that�s just childish, Harry. Be a man
about this and just go. Anyway, it
should be fun.�

�Fun if you�re a snobby aristocrat.�

�Just give it a chance. What do you want to
go as? The invitation calls for something imaginative.� Hermione reached over
the table and took the note card from his hand to read the relevant bits again.

�I don�t know. Since you accepted for me,
you should think of something.� Harry smiled.

She frowned at him. �Well, what about a
vampire?�

�Come on, it says �creative,� you can be
more creative than that,� Harry snorted.

�A Hinky Punk?�

�I�d never be able to find a costume for
that.�

�The Bloody Baron.�

�That�s a good idea, but people would be
able to see my face.�

�Oh, that reminds me,� Hermione reached in
the pocket of her trousers and pulled out a 100 millilitre vial. �Here.�

Harry took the bottle in his hand and
inspected the contents. �What does it do?�

�It�s a surprise,� she replied.

�Am I going to like what it does?� Harry
was nervous about this; it didn�t look like anything he knew. And if it was one
of Hermione�s creations�

�Oh, come on. Take the potion and tell me
what you think.� Hermione�s excitement was contagious and Harry soon found
himself smiling.

�Alright,� Harry took a deep breath as he
removed the cork and brought the glass to his lips. �Cheers!� He tossed the
potion down, sputtering just a little at the super-lemon taste of it. He
quickly took a bite of his apple crumble to try and erase that flavour.

�Bluhh, that tastes awful,� Harry said as
his vision began to blur. He blinked several times and rubbed his eyes, but to
no avail. Hermione sat across from him, a smile splitting her face in two.

Harry squinted and took off his glasses,
looking for smudges, knowing he wouldn�t see any anyway. Closing his eyes, he
used the edge of his shirt to clean the lenses before blinking his eyes wide
open to blurrily inspect his handiwork. Only, it wasn�t blurry, or even fuzzy.
Everything was crystal clear.

Hermione bounced from the chair.
�Surprise!�

Harry stared at her, seeing her face
clearly without black metal rims to frame her. �You fixed my vision?�

She nodded.

�Is it permanent?� he asked worriedly.

Her smile faltered a bit at his tone, but
still, she nodded. �I hope you like it.�

He tried to smile, but couldn�t tell if he
succeeded. �It�s just such a change, and I�ve grown rather fond of my glasses,�
he said contemplatively, turning them over in his hand. �They�re like a
security blanket. It�ll just take some getting used to,� he quickly reassured
her.

�Good. I�m glad you like it. Now, about
this costume,� Hermione continued to make suggestions while Harry stared avidly
around the room and made this reason and that excuse for everything she thought
of.

As the hour grew later, they still hadn�t
gotten anywhere on the costume issue and Hermione started to yawn loudly. A few
minutes later, Harry was ushering her to the fireplace and making his goodbye.
With a kiss on his cheek and a burst of green fire, Hermione had taken her
leave.

Harry moved back into the kitchen and
fingered the spectacles he would no longer have to wear. He could no longer use
the thing that had always protected him from the outside world.
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