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All\'s Fair In Love And War	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Memories - New and Old

When Harry asked me out to dinner in London last week, I almost fell over from shock. I thought for sure that without his memory restored, he wouldn�t want anything to do with me.
I am so glad I was wrong.
Getting to know Harry all over again, without the heartbreak of Zabini�s leaving, or the threat of Voldemort hanging over his head has been amazing. He�s almost a different person. So outgoing, and energetic, and fun.
I knew that he could be. I mean, he and Blaise had gotten together at a dance club last summer so obviously he knew how to have fun. I think he just forgot how with all of the recent tragedy.
That first night, after I had recovered from my initial shock and accepted the date, he took me to a very nice muggle Italian restaurant. We ate pasta, drank wine, and talked. He asked me about my childhood, about my favourite foods, music, books, and movies.
When I told him I had only been to one movie, and that it was with him on my first trip to muggle London, he insisted we go see a movie after dinner.
We saw some action movie with a lot of explosions. He bought me a Pepsi and some popcorn. But what I liked best about the whole thing was that he held my hand in the dark theatre, and when we got back to Hogwarts, he kissed me goodnight.
It was just a brief touch of lips, but I swear, I floated back to my room with the biggest, stupidest grin on my face.
The Slytherin inside me was cringing at my actions but I was too elated to give a shit.
That was just the first of many happy moments to follow in the next week.
After breakfast the next morning, I found Harry sitting at our spot out by the lake. He invited me to sit with him, and we talked some more.
At some point I ended up reclining with my head in his lap, his fingers running through my hair. I was so relaxed by his rhythmic stroking that I fell asleep. I was embarrassed when I woke some time later but he just smiled at me and said he didn�t mind. That he was flattered that I felt so relaxed in his presence.
Then he kissed me again.
By the time we broke apart, I was straddling his legs and he had one hand up my shirt and the other on my arse. I was hard as a rock and grinding into his thigh.
It was almost like I had my Harry back.
But then he apologized for being so forward, got to his feet and said he�d see me at dinner.
I waited until he was gone, then swiftly undid my trousers and tossed myself off, right there in the open.
Then I broke down and cried.
I missed my Harry so much.
I missed his touch, his taste, the feel of his body against my own as I slept. I missed his soft snores, and I missed the smile that always greeting me in the morning.
I missed my lover, but more than that, I missed my friend.
I stayed out by the lake until nightfall. I wasn�t hungry when dinner came around, and more than anything I was afraid that Harry had changed his mind about me. That after our impromptu make-out session, he had decided he didn�t want anything to do with me.
The next morning I woke up to Hedwig pecking me. I took the note she held out to me and petted her briefly before she flew off.
Harry had written me an apology, and invited me out to go clubbing with him that night.
I scribbled a quick reply, accepting his invitation and inquiring about the proper dress for such an establishment.
Two hours later a knock on my door revealed a grinning Harry with a bag in his hand. He gave it over, pecked me on the lips and told me to be ready by 7p.m., and that he would pick me up here at my door.
I had to admit that his choice of attire intrigued me. He had chosen everything from footwear to undergarments, and all in the proper sizes.
I was ready just minutes before Harry was due to arrive. I stood nervously in my black boots, black shiny pants and white sleeveless top. I had added a few accessories, such as a solid silver bracelet and ring, as well as the dragon pendant that I got from mother the day I left for Hogwarts back in first year.
Harry, when I opened the door to him, looked amazing.
He was wearing boots similar to my own, faded blue denims, an emerald-green silk button-down. He had left his glasses off, and was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn�t help but return his smile.
He took my hand and led me silently to the edge of the grounds where we apparated to London. The club was dark, strobe lights were going off overhead and the pounding bass of the music filled my ears.
We had a few drinks and then we danced for hours.
I tried not to let my body react to being so close to him. I didn�t want to scare him off again, not after what happened the last time.
By the time we had apparated back to the edge of the wards, I was a little tipsy, and more than a little turned on.
Harry walked me back to my room and kissed me goodnight. I invited him in and watched as he struggled to come to a decision. In the end, he agreed and allowed me to pull him inside.
We barely made it to the bed before we fell into a passionate embrace. I couldn�t help it. I missed the feel of his hands on my skin, his lips on my own. I begged him to take me, to fuck me, to do anything just so long as he was touching me.
He must have been as far gone as I was because he put up no argument. There was no struggle between right and wrong, just hot wet kisses, and Quidditch-calloused fingers. By the time he had me stretched and ready I was almost in tears from waiting.
When he finally slid inside me, it felt like coming home. Like I was complete once again after being broken for so long. I don�t remember how many times we made love that night, only that we did it again and again and again.
I took him on his knees, his back pressed to my chest, our mouths locked together in an endless kiss.
We lay on our sides, heads propped on each other�s thighs as we gave and received oral pleasure simultaneously.
In the early morning light, he held my hips as I sat astride him and rode him to completion.
When I woke, hours later, Harry was already awake watching me. There was something about the look on his face, the way his eyes seemed to be studying me that filled me with anticipation.
�I�m so sorry,� he said and my heart nearly broke.
He regretted last night. He was sorry for leading me on. He didn�t want me anymore. These, and other similar thoughts raced through my mind but then he spoke again.
�I can�t believe I forgot you. Us. Everything. My god, Draco, can you ever forgive me?� he asked as his eyes filled with tears.
I�d like to say that I didn�t cry. That I didn�t throw myself at him so hard that we fell out of the bed and onto the floor. I�d like to say that I didn�t dance around in the nude like a lunatic.
Unfortunately, I�d be lying if I said any of that.
I have my Harry back with me and everything is just as it should be. I proposed to him right there on the floor of my room, both of us naked as the day we were born and reeking of sex.
He accepted.
Then he laughed and told me he had bought me a ring. That he was going to ask me to marry him before all of this crap with Lucius and his memory loss happened.
It�s a nice ring.
Beautiful really.
We�re getting married next week. Neither of us wants to wait any longer than necessary.
I can hardly wait to be Mr. Draco Potter.

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