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Tabula Rasa	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

         Draco was completely confused. He was sitting at the dinner table, poking his food, contemplating on what had transpired some moments ago. The-Amnesiac-Who-Lived had kissed him, and he had returned that kiss. And he liked it. Boy, did he like it! He had kissed girls before, but none of them had the ability to make his insides both melt and shiver at the same time.

'Who am I?' he thought, dropping his face in his hands. 'What am I?'. Suddenly he gasped in horror as he realized something. What were his parents going to say if they found out he’d been snogging his very enemy? His father was going to use an unforgivable curse on him, that’s for sure.

         But, keeping his parents aside, what did Draco want? What did Harry want? Was he having the same questions as he had? He needed to talk to Harry. He had to. Now! He got up and walked over to the Gryffindor house table. As he walked past the table’s length he received several glances from it’s occupants, some questioning while others aggressive. In response he glanced back at them with the evilest sneer he could master, making them turn their gazes to their plates. When he reached Harry’s seat he coughed slightly to get his attention.



         “Potter,” he said as indignantly as possible. “I want to talk to you for a moment. In private”

“That won’t be necessary,” Weasley said smugly.



         “Oh really?” Draco scowled.

         “Yes ‘really’, Harry got his memory back.”

         Draco looked at Harry, but he didn’t look back. He stared at his food obviously trying to avoid Draco’s gaze.

         “Ah,” Draco huffed. “Good. About time, too.”

         And with that he walked back away towards his seat. During the rest of dinner Draco threw casual glances towards Harry, seeing if he would look at him. He didn’t.

         Classes started, but Draco didn’t pay attention. So now what? Was he just going to ignore Potter back and forget the whole thing happened? It would seem like the most logical thing to do. Potter was back to his annoying self again. He wasn’t the same person who Draco had spent the last week with. Neither was he the person who had kissed him last night. Draco actually found himself missing that person, whoever he was. Why did he feel this way about someone who never even really existed in the first place?

'Because he was helpless and submissive and he made me feel dominant' Draco told himself, but instantly knew it wasn’t true. Draco sighed. He fancied men, he realized that now. Somehow it all made sense. He had dated girls before, but they never made him feel... pretty much anything. He liked dating these girls because he could swipe them off their feet while he firmly kept his footing. Always having the upper hand and remaining unaffected when the relationship ended. Harry never had been submissive nor helpless. He was naive, sure, but never was he meek. He questioned Draco, pushed him and showed his emotions without fear of rejection or ridicule, sweeping him off his feet. 'Damn! Draco cursed himself for letting himself loose his footing. And liking it no less! Damn! Damn! Damn! He grabbed his books and made his way into the hallway, going to lunch. He felt like his best friend just died. Draco had shown this non-existent person a side of himself he hadn’t let anyone see before. And the crappy thing was, Potter now had this persons memories. Now that Draco thought about it, was it correct to relate to them as separate people? Were they one and the same, only divided by emotional baggage? Does Draco really know Potter? Probably not. There must be something more to him than the 'Mister-goody-goody-who-likes-the-spotlight-too-much' Draco sees every day. Did something, somewhere inside of Potter like Draco at all? And peeling off the emotional baggage made that part of him speak up? Draco groaned at how unbelievably complicated the situation was. Was the person who kissed him last night lost forever or was he still buried somewhere inside the snotty Gryffindor? It must be, Draco mused and a sudden sparkle lit his eyes. But how could he be sure? The only way to do that was by spending time with Potter, and Potter sure wasn’t going to agree to that. Not voluntarily anyway.

'Like that’s an issue' he thought smugly.

         “Malfoy!”

         Draco turned around and saw Harry walking up to him outside in the hallway.

         “I, er, I just wanted to say thanks for the last few days,” he said as he stopped in front of Draco obviously trying not to look at him. “So, er, thanks”.

         “So it’s ‘Malfoy’ now, huh?” Draco scowled.

         Harry swallowed nervously, staring at the floor. He had obviously wanted to avoid this conversation.

         “Yes, well... I lost my memory and all...”

         “Don’t you blame this on that potion!” Draco yelled. “You’d might have lost your memory at the time, but it didn’t alter who you are”.

Harry opened his mouth to speak.

“In fact...” Draco continued before Harry could say anything. “I think it actually brought out who you are.”



         “See who’s talking about people coming out, Malfoy!”

“You can say all you want, Harry, " Harry flinched in surprise at Draco using his first name. "But in the last few days you were forced to realise a couple of things. We both now know what’s underneath all those layers of socio- and psychological crap you’ve got wrapped around yourself like a blanket”.

“And that is?”

“A pouf!” Draco replied offhandedly. “A pouf who fancies silvery-blue-eyed blonds with heavenly bodies”.

“Don’t flatter yourself” Harry scowled.

“Hey, you were the one who kissed me remember!”

“Well, who’s the bigger pouf; the pouf or the pouf who follows him?”

“What?” Draco frowned.

         Harry sighed.

“I also remember you were quite the eager recipient” he translated.

“Do you hear me contesting that?”

“No, but...” Harry hesitated for a moment. “So what’s your point? You’re coming out of the closet and your dragging me along?”

         Draco sniggered.



         “Now what’s the fun in that?” he answered. “No Harry, you can stay in your closet for all I care. No, what I want is for you to go out with me.”



         “What?”



         “You heard me.”



         “I’m not going to do that!” Harry said as if Draco was saying the most absurd thing he could utter.



         “Are you sure?” Draco asked surprisingly calm.



         “Yes.”



         “Then I guess you won’t mind at the next Gryffindor Quidditch game the whole Slytherin house will be singing my new composition called ‘Potter is our Queen’.

         Harry gasped in horror.



         “You wouldn’t!”

         Draco gave him a look that he, indeed, would.



         “So now what?” Harry spat. “If I go out with you you’ll keep your mouth shut?”

         Draco nodded.

“Tomorrow, 07.30 P.M. front gates. Don’t eat to much on beforehand,” he said with a victorious glint in his eyes.

“Fine!” Harry blurted out, turned on his heel and left.

“And wear something pretty!” Draco yelled after him, chuckling.

*

         As instructed, Harry was waiting at the front gates at half past seven. Malfoy on the other hand, was several minutes late. Before he came he made sure he had taken a shower and had some decent clothes on. Not that he wanted to impress Malfoy or anything, but he really didn’t want to displease him by looking unkempt. Just when Harry thought he wasn’t going to show up he heard the blond Slytherin approaching him.



         “Well, hello there, lover. My, don’t you clean up nicely,” Draco said with an approving smile.

         “Thank you Malfoy, your opinion means the world to me,” Harry said sarcastically. Malfoy never said anything about having to be pleasant.



         “Shall we?” Malfoy asked as a perfect chevalier.

         “Fine,” Harry sighed. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

         As they made their way through several corridors, Harry got a faint idea as to where they were headed. He knew for sure where they where going when Draco led him into the hallway he had to pass at least once a week since the middle of last school year.

         Draco held open the door to the Room of Requirement to let Harry pass first. Harry ignored his cordial gesture and walked into the room. As Harry looked inside he had to mind himself not to let his jaw drop. The room was decorated in renaissance style, appropriately lit with dozens of strategically placed candles. In the middle of the room stood a fancy decorated table which was richly filled with food and beverages. Half of them were Harry’s favourites. The others must be Draco’s. Everything looked very lovely really, not that Harry would voluntarily say anything about it.

         “Are you trying to woo me Malfoy?” Harry asked sardonically, remembering one of their previous conversations.

         “Woo? My Harry, what do you mean?” Malfoy answered fake innocently as he walked up to the table. Harry reluctantly followed him. He had to suppress a snort when Draco pulled out the chair for him, but didn’t say anything and let him help him in his seat. If Malfoy wanted to act gentlemanly, then he’d just let him.

         “So, what’s your favourite colour?” Draco asked as he poured some butterbeer in Harry’s glass.

         “What?”

         “Just answer the question.”

         Harry groaned in aggravation.

         “Green;” he answered while he leaned in to grab the plate with the french-fries.

         “Really? Mine too.”



         “Oh my god!” Harry said with fake enthusiasm. “We must be meant for each other!”.

         “Favourite holiday destination?” Draco asked, ignoring Harry’s sarcasm.

         “The North Pole.”

         “Favourite hobby?”

         “Quidditch,” Harry said while suppressing the urge to say ‘duh!’.

         “Favourite animal?” Draco continued.

         “Owl.”

         “Aw, not a Dragon? I’m disappointed!” Draco said fluttering his eyes. Harry felt like gagging.

         “This is ridiculous,” he said. “I’m leaving.”

         As he stood up Draco started humming to the melody of “Weasley is our king” in this current situation better known as its adaptation called “Potter is our Queen”.

         “Fine,” Harry grunted as he sat himself back down, understanding his threat.

“So I see you're back to your moody self again,” Draco commented while taking a bite from his lasagne. “You were somewhat more pleasant when you lost your memory, you know.”



         “Hey!” Harry jelled. “Don’t you dare to judge my mood, Malfoy!”

“Whatever. You’d think rolling up just about all the active Death Eaters would cheer Mister Goodie-Goodie up. Hell, my father was sent to Azkaban and I’m even less moodier than you.”



         “Don’t presume you were the only one who suffered a loss that night!”

         Draco frowned.

         “I haven’t heard of anyone else being hurt or imprisoned who...” Draco gasped in realisation.

         “Sirius Black!” he uttered.

         Harry shut his eyes in frustration for not keeping his mouth shut. Draco knew that Sirius was an acquaintance of Harry. And if anyone else had died, it would undoubtedly been registered and printed in the Daily Prophet. But in Sirius’ case, since he was an escaped convict, his demise could not have been known.

         “Something happened to him there, didn’t it?” Draco asked eagerly.

         Harry sighed as he realised the cat was out of the bag.



         “He died,” Harry confessed, deciding it didn’t matter much if Malfoy knew “And stop sounding so exited!”

         “What happened?” Draco asked, sounding less eager than before.

         “Your lovely aunt Bellatrix happened.”

         Draco nodded solemnly in understanding.

         “Were you close to him?” Draco enquired, trying to sound sympathetic.

         “He was my Godfather.”

         “Sorry,” Draco said, making a painful face.

         “It’s not your fault.”

         Harry frowned after he said that. It’s was already very disturbing to talk about this to Draco Malfoy, but the fact that he actually seemed to try to be comforting was something new.

“So does this jeopardise my chances in getting lucky tonight?” Draco asked.

“Malfoy!”

“Just trying to lighten the mood,” Draco grinned.

         Harry groaned with a hint of amusement.



         “So what is this anyway?” Harry asked as he dug into his steak.

         “What?”

         “This... this date. Why?”

         “Because I knew I liked the Harry I’ve been spending the last week with. I wanted to see if I’d like the Harry you are now.”

         “So do you?”

         Draco thought for a second.

         “I guess I do.”

         Harry snorted.

         “Even when I’m as moody as you say I am?” Harry mocked.

         “Yes,” Draco said with remarkable ease.

         Harry blushed.

         “So, are you going to inform your parents about your sexual preference?” Harry asked trying to keep the conversation going to avoid the awkward silences.

         Draco laughed.

         “No!” he said. “They expect me to produce a successor to the Malfoy lineage. I

don’t want to burst their bubble. Besides, I’m too young to die.”

         “You can always blame it on inbreeding.”

         Draco laughed. Harry experienced that Draco had quite a contagious laugh and quickly found himself laughing with him.

         “So are you going to tell your Muggles?” Draco asked.

         “Malfoy, I told you...”

         “Yes yes, closet, yes. But if you did, how would they react?”



         “They think I’m a freak as it is. They’d probably be thrilled to have something else to pick on. They probably think it’s their fault for letting me out of my closet the year I went to Hogwarts.

         “What?”

         “Okay, it was a cupboard.”

         Draco frowned.

         “I used to live in the cupboard under the stairs” Harry explained.

         “You lived in a cupboard under the stairs?”

         Harry nodded. Draco was perplexed. Knowing the way Harry was worshipped in the wizarding world, he somewhat assumed it wouldn’t be much different in the Muggle world. Not with his family anyway.

         “And then they say Muggles aren’t so bad,” he commented.

         “They aren’t! These just happened to be.”

         “No kidding.” Draco snorted. “Our House Elves are treated better than that.”

         “Yes well, only one more summer to go before I can move out.”

         “Likewise,” Draco said.

         Harry frowned.

         “I didn’t think you would be so eager to leave your pampered lifestyle.”

         “Who says I will?” Draco said. “I just want to be pampered away from my parents, that’s all.”

         “Troubles at the Malfoy Manor?”



         “Yes yes, whatever,” Draco said, dismissing the subject. “But in all seriousness, Harry. You can’t possibly believe you can live a lie! If you are gay...”

         “I’m not gay!”

         “Sure, so explain kissing me then!” Draco scorned. “So what? You’re a heterosexual who made an exception for me?”

         Harry blushed.

         “Oh my god! You are? I didn’t know that could happen”.

         Harry shrugged.

         “I dunno. You’re the first guy who I felt like kissing.” Harry admitted reluctantly. “So... does that make me bisexual, or just a flexible Hetero?”

         “Don’t ask me. I’m just as dense at this as you are.”

         As they were quietly finishing their meal Harry noticed that Draco was grinning like a maniac.

         “What?” he asked, not sure if he should be annoyed or amused.

         “I just can’t help but feel flattered to find out I converted a heterosexual,” Draco grinned.

         “Don’t feel so smug! I converted you too remember!”

         “Yes, but that’s understandable. You totally threw yourself at me!”

         Harry choked on his pumpkin juice at this comment and blushed vigorously.

         “Damn!” Draco said. “9:00 o’clock. We’d better go.”

         They got up from their seats and left the room.

         “Er, aren't the Slytherin dungeons that way?” Harry asked as he noticed that Draco was going in the opposite direction while accompanying him.

         “I’m walking you home like a proper escort,” he gentlemanly declared.

Harry smiled as he found himself thinking how sweet that was.

         After a few minutes they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

         “Good night.” Draco said and then he leaned in and kissed Harry’s cheek. Harry shuddered. Draco turned around to leave and in that moment Harry made a quick decision. He grabbed Draco’s arm and twisted him back around so he faced him. He pulled Draco close, leaned in and pressed his lips against his. Draco seemed baffled for a few seconds, but quickly returned the kiss. With his tongue Harry stoked Draco’s upper lip, asking for entrance and he felt the blond Seeker groan in the back of his throat as their tongues began caressing each other. Draco reached up and entwined his hand in Harry’s dark, unruly hair and with his other arm he reached under Harry’s jumper to feel the naked skin of his back. Harry shuddered at the gentle touch. Harry snaked his arm around Draco’s waist and crushed his body up against him. This kiss wasn’t like the last they shared. This was deeper. Their first kiss was sweet and innocent, but this one was way more passionate. They were so into it that they didn’t notice the sound of approaching footsteps.

         “Mister Malfoy. Mister Potter.”

         The two kissing boys let go of their embrace as if the other was contagious and they looked up at Professor Dumbledore. Harry shifted his gaze to the floor, looking utterly embarrassed for being cough kissing... in the hallway... with a guy... who is supposed to be his enemy. Malfoy on the other hand kept looking the headmaster in the eye like he was daring him to make a snide comment.

         “I suggest you both return to your dorms,” Professor Dumbledore said, looking at each boy with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “Curfew ended ten minutes ago and Mister Filch will be after your heads if he catches you two in the hallways.” And then he left, leaving the two boys alone again.

         “Well, goodnight then,” Malfoy said, feeling annoyed with the headmaster’s interruption. He leaned in and sweetly kissed the sensitive patch of skin next to Harry’s mouth. “Sweet dreams.”



         “You too, Malfoy” Harry said hoarsely as he saw Draco departing. Draco looked back and grinned.

         “Don’t you think it’s about time you started calling me Draco?”

******

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