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Don�t own Harry Potter.
Don�t make money off of this.
Never well. Move along now.

I have just remembered the main reason why I hate reading
Chamber of Secrets�

Lockhart.

And so, as I figure out how to tweak some of Draco�s
memories from book two, this will probably be a fluff-rific chapter.

DMHP

It was a beautiful day as Harry dragged Draco out of the castle
by one hand while the other held food from the kitchens. The sandwiches, fruits, and juice that the
house elves supplied would easily feed four hungry men� or two starving
teenagers. There was only a week and a
half before school started back up for their seventh and final year and both
boys were glad that the large castle and grounds were empty save for the
teachers and ghosts. It gave them time
to explore their new memories and relationship with each other.

Harry had to let go of Draco�s hand as he spread a large
blanket on the ground near the school lake, making sure that part of the fabric
was under the shade of a tree. When
Harry made an overly exaggerated gesture for the blond to sit, Draco just
chuckled and pulled him down onto the blanket with him, Draco in the shade
while Harry was in the sun. They sat
apart from each other to eat their lunch, but Draco warmed at how Harry�s knee
was touching his or how he would hold Draco�s free hand when he could.

By the time they were half way through the sandwiches, their
hunger wasn�t as sharp and they slowed down and looked around at their
surroundings. It seemed larger now that
students were not running around everywhere.
A glint of silver caught Draco�s eye and he turned his attention back to
the metal dragon clinging to Harry�s dark hair.
His own dragon was still hooked on his left ear, inert for the moment.

�When did I give you that dragon? I don�t quite remember.�

Harry took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly as he
thought. After swallowing, he said, �It
was during Christmas our third year, right after your father and mother went
into hiding. You didn�t sign the package
or leave a note, and at first I was rather put off of it when it bit me on my
thumb.�

Draco smiled, looking down at the sandwich in his hand. �It did that so it could tie into your
magic.�

�Yea. I got use to it
quickly though. It would never leave me,
no matter what. And it surprised me when
it began to talk.�

�It talks?� Draco asked, his voice nearly cracking with
surprise. Embarrassed, he quickly took a
sip of his juice and was glad that Harry acted like he didn�t hear it.

The Gryffindor smirked.
�Parselmouth, remember? It doesn�t speak Parseltongue, but whatever
it does speak is close enough. I can
understand half of what it says. It�s
almost like it�s speaking a different dialect.�
Draco nodded but stilled when Harry gave him a sideways look from under
his unruly raven hair. �I don�t remember
you explaining what exactly the dragons are��

Draco shrugged, tearing off chunks of part of his sandwich
and either eating a piece or throwing it to the lake. �I�m not really sure. Father said that he found mine in one of the
Malfoy vaults and thought I would like to have it, so he gave it to me. For me, it would warn me if someone with ill
intentions came near, and it does have some protection spells in it. It can cast a thick shield charm on me, but
it uses my magic to do so.�

Harry nodded in agreement.
�Where did you get mine?�

�Yours� I got yours
from me.�

�You?�

Draco hunched over slightly, thinking hard, but looked up in
surprise as Harry pulled him to rest his head again his chest as he lay down on
the ground. When Harry began to smooth
back the white-blond hair, Draco relaxed even more, letting himself drift
through the miasma of memories.

�It was in the other world, where I was being punished for
failing a mission. All I knew was that I
was dying from the pain and I wished that I could have changed things since
meeting you. The next thing I knew, I
was standing in an alley, watching myself running ahead of mum and dad. I pulled a cloak off of a clothes line,
walked up to myself, and told myself to be nicer to you and your friends. I gave my younger self the dragon and stalked
away, only stopping again to tell my dad that Voldemort
knows. Then I was waking up in the
hospital wing with you worrying over me.�
The last words came out with a smirk, and Harry gave him a soft tap on
the head.

Draco placed the rest of his sandwich down on the blanket
beside him and picked up an orange to keep his hands busy and his shirt free of
crumbs. His mind, though, was still in
the past. �You said that in the other
world, you found me as I nearly gave up, but never really explained what
happened.�

�Snape told the Order what was happening and I just kinda
rushed in, forcing the others to follow.
When I saw you on the floor, I immediately went to you to stop whatever
was hurting you.� There was a moment of
silence, followed by a soft, �It wouldn�t be the same without you here to
insult me and after what happened at the end of the sixth year, I was beginning
to live recklessly anyway. You were one
of the few constants in my life. So as
everyone was fighting, I kneeled down beside you and began to pour my magic
into you, trying to give you more life.
It�s possible that was when you went back, I�m not sure. Your body did seem to flicker for a moment�

�Anyway, someone yelled for my attention and when I looked
up, I saw Voldemort with his wand aimed at us.
I broke the connection between us to face him, and everything� just� shifted.
The location shifted from the Malfoy Manor to the grave yard that
Voldemort took my blood. You were no
longer on the floor but restrained against a large tombstone. Snape wasn�t watching in shock and pain from
behind Voldemort but coming in behind me, fighting off other Death Eaters. I saw the Killing Curse coming towards us,
and it came through a powerful shield but still hit our shoulders. I then did the only thing that my body was
trained to do and sent Voldemort where he belong. Then I blacked out as new memories began to
surface.�

�You gave me magic as I was dying,� Draco murmured with a
frown. �Powerful enough magic for me to
change something of the past. I remember
both worlds because I made my wish come true.�

�And I remember both worlds because I gave you the power to
do so,� was Harry�s equally soft reply.

Draco sat up and turned around so that he was studying the
young man before him. This Harry
appeared to be the same as the Harry Potter of the other world. Bright, emerald green eyes hidden behind
glasses, unruly black hair that half covered the lightning bolt scar on his
forehead, a light tan from the work he was probably forced to do at his
relatives� house, and lightly muscled from the same work and also from Quidditch.

But people could easily appear the same but be different
underneath. The other Harry could barely
tolerate being in the same area as Draco, let alone so close, and so
relaxed. When Draco saw the questioning
look that Harry was giving him, he leaned over and pressed his lips against
Harry�s in a gentle, unassuming kiss.
Draco went warm all over as Harry kissed him back, neither pressuring
him further nor backing down.

When Draco pulled away, Harry looked a bit confused before
Draco removed the masking glasses and leaned down to kiss him again. Harry met him halfway, leaning up on his elbows,
and Draco whimpered slightly when he felt the other boy reached up to cup his
cheek, the callused thumb stroking across his cheek bone.

The whimper turned into a soft moan when Harry pulled away
from the kiss and began to leave gentle nips and licks down Draco�s neck. Deft fingers began to unbutton the Slytherin�s shirt and Draco didn�t even protest when those
same fingers pushed the cloth aside so that those nips began to move down the
newly exposed skin. Draco shifted his
weight on his arms, putting more on his injured shoulder, and whimpered softly
in pain.

Harry�s reaction was instantaneous and surprising. He sat up and held all of Draco�s weight on
him while gentle fingers soothed over the remains of the crescent moon
scar. Draco could literally feel the
tingle of magic from Harry�s fingertips and his body grew limp as Harry began
to kiss the scar too.

�Harry�� Draco murmured softly before suppressing a
pleasurable gasp from the gentle bites that the Gryffindor began to trail back
up his shoulder to his neck.

�Hmm..?� was the only response before those bites found one
of Draco�s sensitive spots on his ear.

�We s-should� Ahh! We should stop before d-dad catches us!�

�He already has.�

Draco�s glazed eyes instantly cleared. �What!?�

Harry pulled back in surprise, and then snickered and rested
his head on Draco�s good shoulder.
�Think back to Christmas of our sixth year.� There was silence as Draco began to go through
his memories again, separating one world from the other. He stiffened when he reached a correct
memory, and Harry said, �He caught us snogging at least seven different times
in five different rooms of the manor.�
His muffled voice held back laughter now. �He told us to at least lock the door on the
seventh time!�

�Oh no!� A mortified Draco hid his face against Harry�s
shoulder, feeling his cheeks burning bright red. �Please tell me that was the worse that he
saw!�

�I think so!� Harry
was laughing now, but he held Draco in his arms, rocking slightly from either
his laughing or trying to calm Draco.

Soon, though, the laughter quieted and Draco became relaxed,
no longer feeling so embarrassed from the memories. Draco didn�t protest when Harry laid them
back down on the blanket. The earlier
passion was gone but neither cared as Draco dozed off from the fingers soothing
back his hair and Harry fell into a relaxed sleep with his lover�s warmth at
his side.

HPDM

I�m a sucker for fluff scenes�

Description of the crescent scar: Starts on the end of the left shoulder,
curves inward and downward over the left pectoral muscle and then back toward
the arm, and ends halfway down the muscle and under the arm. So it�s wide horizontally but short
vertically. Does that help?

I�ve been thinking about giving Harry and Draco an Animagus form. I
know what I want to give Draco, but I refuse to give Harry the black panther that I see everywhere. I�m willing to take suggestions, though. Even a �Don�t give them animagus abilities!� suggestion.

And just because Voldemort is gone
doesn�t mean that there is no threat�.
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