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With All Erased	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Sooo...this chapter will be Harry's first full day back in his body. We'll get to see some of what he's done now. Also, this chapter will contain the photo albums from Veritas03's story "Pin Up", which I am shamelessly pimping. I have her full permission to use the photo albums! Also, Harry returned on Tuesday, June 18th, 1996 - as previously stated - which is the middle of his first week of OWLs. So he took Charms and Transfiguration with the benefit of extra memories...now he'll take the rest as himself. Poor Harry! Wednesday is the Herbology exam, Thursday is DADA, Friday Harry has no exam, the following Monday is Potions, Tuesday is Care of Magical Creatures, Wednesday is Divination, Thursday is History of Magic, and Friday Harry again has no exam. (He doesn't take the classes that have exams on the Fridays.) Mornings are the written exams; afternoons are the practicals. I won't actually take you THROUGH Harry's exams, but I wanted you to know why you're only seeing meals and free time, not classes. Hope that explains it. Happy reading! ~ FA

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Harry yawned and stretched. He'd made it to bed without being accosted the night before, for which he was grateful. Now he was staring up at the green canopy over his head, wishing he hadn't forgotten to ask why he didn't have glasses the night before. Suddenly his curtains were yanked open and a 16 year old Draco Malfoy bounced onto his bed. His blonde hair was just brushing the tops of his ears and was unstyled, falling in an adorably messy fashion around his face. "Harry!" He sat on Harry's stomach, grinning. "You aren't planning on staying in bed until our Herbology OWL, are you? Don't you want breakfast?"

"Of course, Draco." He replied. The blonde looked at him oddly and he groaned...he must have a nickname for the blonde. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, trying to get the blonde to tell him the nickname without having to ask.

"Are you mad at me?" Draco asked, his voice soft. When Harry shook his head, Draco added. "You only call me Draco when you're angry..."

Harry struggled desperately to remember, wishing Draco had said something to trigger a memory. Suddenly he remembered calling Draco 'Drake' on the train when he'd gone back in time. "Sorry, Drake...not mad. Just still half-asleep." He yawned, hoping to emphasize the point and added. "That meeting with Albus last night was exhausting."

"You haven't called me Drake since we were first years!" Draco exclaimed, his silver eyes wide. "Are you sure you're not angry or something?" He felt Harry's forehead. "Are you sick?"

"No!" Harry pushed Draco's hand away, thinking quickly. "It's just...no one else ever calls you Drake and I sort of like it. I always did, you know. So I thought I'd call you that again. I won't if it bothers you..."

"Oh." Draco shrugged easily. "No, it's fine. I don't care." He leaned down and whispered in Harry's ear. "Although I've always liked when you call me 'Dragon', personally..." He licked Harry's ear, then hopped off of Harry and his bed, giggling. "Now come on, lazy! Breakfast!"

Harry was staring at Draco in stunned silence. The blonde had licked his ear! Draco was now pulling on his clothes - black slacks and a white button up shirt and his Slytherin tie - and his robes, which had his shiny Prefect badge pinned to it. Slowly Harry got up as well, still casting odd looks at Draco. The blonde was now slicking his hair back and Harry opened his trunk, then stopped, staring again. This time at his clothing. Which wasn't his. He continued to stare.

Finally, Harry picked up a pair of skin-tight black jeans and a black button-up shirt. He put them on, frowning at the way they hugged his body. He was more defined then he'd been before...and more tan. He frowned, smoothing the silky black shirt down over his torso and tucking it in before buttoning and zipping the jeans. He turned to the mirror and scowled. What the fuck had happened to his hair? It was shorter - he'd noticed that last night, of course. It was only about an inch long. It was also dyed. Or rather, bleached. The tips of it, anyway. They were white. Harry continued scowling at it. Why the hell would he do that to his hair?

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, standing next to him. The slightly-taller blonde stepped behind Harry and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. "Do you have another migraine?" Harry shrugged without moving his shoulders - a feat that made Draco smile - and the blonde offered. "Want me to spike your hair for you today?"

"Er...sure." Harry said uncertainly and Draco quickly slathered his hands in gel and began running them through Harry's hair. He watched in the mirror as Draco made his hair stand straight up. Finally the blonde finished and Harry smiled weakly at him. He hardly recognized himself in the tight clothes, without his glasses and with spiky, white-tipped hair. "Thanks." He murmured, putting on his Slytherin tie and his robes, then nodding towards the door. "Breakfast?"

Draco frowned. "I suppose. No eyeliner today?" He asked the question with a vague gesture in the direction of the vanity whose mirror he'd been using to study himself. Sure enough, after glancing at it, Harry recognized the black eyeliner bottle...he wore makeup? "Harry, are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I, er..." Harry eyed the eyeliner cautiously, wondering if picking it up would remind him of how to put it on without poking his own eye out. Or looking like a clown. "I just don't feel like it this morning." He non-shrugged again. "Little bit of a headache."

"Oh. Let me know if it turns into a migraine, okay?" Draco nudged him gently with his shoulder. "Now, come on! Breakfast time, then Herbology OWL."

Harry sighed and followed Draco out of their dorm room. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

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By the time Harry sat down in his dorm after the practical portion of his exam, he really did have a headache. All day people had been asking him if he was feeling okay, and why he wasn't wearing eyeliner. He sort of wanted to scream that he didn't know why he would be wearing eyeliner, but he knew that he couldn't. He sighed and opened his trunk, digging through it. He stacked his clothing - all unfamiliar - on the floor beside him first, then pawed through the remaining contents. His pocket Sneakoscope from Ron wasn't here...instead, there was a fancy-looking full-sized one. Huh. He frowned, still digging. He found the Marauders' Map...good to know he still had that. His invisibility cloak...also good. He'd have been furious if that was missing. His course books from this year...parchment...quills...ah-ha! Harry pulled out the large black leather-bound book.

"This must be my journal." He said aloud.

Draco looked at him funny. "Duh." He said, looking at Harry like he was nuts. "That's the one you begged me to buy you as a Christmas present our first year."

Harry's head snapped up sharply. "Christmas? I got this for Christmas of first year? How long was I in the damned hospital that year?" He demanded, forgetting for a moment that he should be pretending to know this already.

Draco looked confused. "What? You were in the hospital wing until a few days before Halloween. What does that bloody well have to do with anything?" He demanded, sounding annoyed. "Why the hell are you acting like you...don't...remember..." The blonde stopped, blinking slowly. "You don't remember. How can you not remember, Harry?"

"I...of course I remember!" Harry said, his cheeks flushing. "Why would you think I don't remember?"

Draco narrowed silver eyes at him. "You stared at yourself in the mirror this morning like you'd never seen yourself. You didn't put on eyeliner and looked at it like it was dangerous. You didn't know the name you usually call me by. And you didn't recognize a journal you've owned for almost 5 years." He raised an eyebrow. "How am I doing so far, Harry?"

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say. "I..." He sighed, then shook his head. "I can't explain, Draco...you'd never believe me."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Harry, you're my best friend. I don't care why it happened, but if you don't let me help you then everyone is going to figure out that something is up." He sat on the floor next to Harry and shoulder-bumped him. "What have I been telling you since our first night here? No matter what."

"Always." Harry finished for him, then sighed. He thought hard for a minute, but decided quickly that Draco was right. He needed help, or he'd never pull this off. "Alright. Remember in first year how I lost my memory for a while?" Draco nodded and Harry sighed again, then continued. "Well, that's because for 5 weeks I was in the body of my 11 year old self. As in, me. The me that’s sitting here, right now. I've just gotten back, actually. So I don't remember any of the last 5 years. Nothing since the afternoon I blacked out in our dorms. I only remember how things were before I went to the past. And those 5 years were very different then the last five years, apparently."

Draco blinked slowly. "Oh." He drew his eyebrows together, then narrowed his eyes, then pursed his lips. "So...the reason you seemed so powerful those first few days of first year..."

"I was really nearly 16, like I am now." Harry said apologetically. "I was actually a Gryffindor the first time around." Draco's mouth fell open in shock and Harry winced, then nodded. "And you were my rival. We fought all the time and I always beat you to the Snitch in Quidditch and we hated each other." He smiled sheepishly. "I really learned to like you those first few days of school the second time around, though. And I guess the younger-me liked you, too."

Draco swallowed hard. He wasn't sure what to say. "So you...you don't remember the last five years?" Harry shook his head and Draco's eyes dropped to the journal. "And that's why you were looking for the journal." Harry nodded, still not speaking. "Will you ever remember?" He whispered the question.

"Yes, I will." Harry answered softly. "I took a potion Sev modified for me. The time I took it at 11, it took two intense months to integrate my memories of the first 5 years of school into my younger body. This time, it's working differently. I'll remember things slowly, as the memories are triggered." Harry smiled weakly at the blonde. "Key words, smells, tastes, photos...things like that will help trigger memories. So if I seem to be lost or confused, your help would be appreciated."

"I see." Draco smiled grimly and nodded. "Certainly, Harry. I will absolutely help you." He touched Harry's arm. "After dinner, we can go through the photo albums in the Common Room and maybe look at your marbles. Both of those should trigger things."

"Marbles?" Harry asked, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

Draco just laughed. "I'll show you after dinner, Harry." He shoulder-bumped the brunette boy again. "For now, how about I put that eyeliner on for you and we go eat?" Reluctantly Harry agreed.

Once Draco had it on him, Harry studied himself in the mirror. He had to admit that the black lines around his eyes did enhance the green nicely. Still..."Do I always wear eyeliner, Drake?" He asked, turning his head from side-to-side. "Why did I start wearing it?"

"Someone dared you to, back in third year." Draco explained as he capped the liquid eyeliner bottle and set it down. "You liked how it looked so much that you've been wearing it ever since." He smiled and leaned down, touching his mouth lightly to Harry's. "And yes, you wear it all the time." He winked. "Don't worry; it's sexy."

Harry gasped and clutched his head as several dozen images of Draco affectionately kissing his forehead, cheeks, and even lips like he'd just done all assailed his mind at once. Apparently this was something the blonde did often...next came rushing in the images of Draco doing the same thing to Blaise, Theodore, Pansy, Daphne...even Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, and Luna! Draco was much warmer and more affectionate than Harry had ever realized. He was panting hard, doing his best to not fight the memories but to simply allow them to come. He felt the warm affection he apparently felt towards Draco flooding him. Finally the memories stopped and Harry stood, hunched over and clutching his own legs, struggling to clear his vision through the haze of his headache.

"Potion..." Harry panted out. "Drawer...table...next to...bed..." Draco rushed to the table and grabbed one of the vials stashed in the drawer, bringing it quickly back to his best friend. Harry swallowed it down, breathing a sigh of relief as the pain numbed to a bearable level. "Thank you. Sev gave me some for when the memories are intense."

"What did you remember?" Draco asked curiously, tilting his head to the side. "What triggered it?"

"Your kiss." Harry said with a small grin. "I was treated to a series of them, in memory form, and the view of you giving a fair number of others such friendly kisses as well. Apparently you're quite affectionate!" He teased, delighting in the fact that Draco blushed. "Don't worry; I enjoy being around affectionate people. It's part of why I've always loved Fred and George so much. They delight in touching and hugging and the like."

"Right. So...dinner?" Draco said, gesturing to the door. As they entered the Common Room, Draco murmured. "We call Pansy Pan, Daphne Daph, and Theodore Theo." Harry nodded, gratefully, since Theodore and Daphne were approaching them.

"You're looking better, love." Daphne said happily. She leaned up and pressed a light kiss to his cheek, smiling. "I'm glad; did you have another migraine this morning or something? You've been so quiet today..."

"Er...yeah." Harry stared, stunned, at the blue crystal pendant hanging around Daphne Greengrass's neck. "I feel better, though. Thanks for asking, Daph."

Draco noticed him staring and mouthed, 'Christmas, this year, from you.' when the others weren't looking. Harry frowned, trying to pull forward the memory. He got a few quick flashes. A box wrapped in silver paper, tied with a green ribbon. Daphne's delighted face. Himself fastening the chain around her neck. Were he and Daphne dating, then? Had their friendship actually developed into more? Pansy walked over and kissed Draco's cheek lightly, much as Daphne had done to Harry. Was Pansy involved with Draco, then? She'd always hung on the blonde in the other time line, but Draco had always seemed to merely tolerate her. Harry sighed, wishing he knew more so he could react properly.

Theo, Pansy, and Daphne accompanied Harry and Draco up to the Great Hall. The girls chattered happily the whole way. Pansy was clinging to Draco's arm and Daphne clung to Harry's. Harry wished he knew what to think or say or do. They sat and Harry stared, horrified, at the food on the table. It was all of the same things he'd seen when he was in his 11 year old body. And he had no idea what he normally ate, because none of it looked appetizing. He turned his head and gave Draco a pleading look, praying the other boy would know how to help him.

Draco's eyes widened - he remembered how Harry had struggled to find anything to eat during the first half of their first year. Now Harry liked pretty much everything...but this Harry didn't know that! Draco struggled to think of some way to help his best friend out. "Pan, pass me the calamari please, before Harry decides to eat it all!" He joked. Pansy passed the platter and he took some, then handed it to Harry, who did the same, looking nervous.

Trying not to look suspicious, Draco then passed Harry a bowl filled with seafood portofino. It was shrimp, mussels, scallops, and mushrooms with linguini in a garlic-butter wine sauce. "Here, Harry...I know you'll be bugging me to pass you this in a few minutes, so I figured I'd do it now!" He kept his tone light again; he teased Harry all the time, so it didn't seem out of place.

Gratefully Harry took some of the pasta dish, giving Draco a small smile. He picked up his fork, stabbing what looked like a piece of very dark meat (mussel!) and twirling some of the linguini onto the fork as well. He put it in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. It was a little salty and kind of chewy and the sauce was creamy...but it was pretty good. Harry watched Draco place some marinara sauce on his plate, then he placed some on Harry's since no one was looking. Harry then watched Draco stab one of the little breaded rings and dip it into the sauce before eating it. Curious, Harry did the same. He chewed it, frowning. It, too, was chewy...it even squeaked a little as he bit into it. The taste was agreeable, though.

Swallowing it, Harry leaned towards Draco and whispered. "You called it calamari...what is it?"

Draco bit his lip nervously. "It's baby squid." He whispered back, wincing when Harry paled and gasped. "It's good, though! You like it, I swear." Draco continued, still softly but urgently as well. "It's one of your favorite dishes."

Harry sighed and nodded. It had tasted good. "It's okay. Just...wasn't expected that." Harry turned back to his meal, eating in silence and simply enjoying the unusual food Draco had picked for him.

Several times Daphne and Pansy - who were seated across from him and Draco - tried to get him to talk, but he answered in monosyllables and they eventually stopped trying. Harry wondered again if he was dating Daphne. He stared at her from under his eyelashes, struggling to bring forward memories of her. He caught a flash of her smiling at him in Hogsmeade, and of her dressed in formal robes at what could only be the Yule Ball, dancing with him. He saw her cuddled into his side in their Common Room, while Pansy perched on Draco's lap nearby and Theo and Blaise talked animatedly about Quidditch. He felt affection towards her, but in rather the same way he always had for Hermione. Like a sister. He couldn't imagine dating someone he felt like that about. Surely it would be too weird. With a wince at the sharp pain behind his temples, Harry stopped trying to pull memories forward. He'd just have to ask Draco about it after dinner.

"Oh, desert!" Daphne exclaimed as the dishes switched over. "I do so love desert here at Hogwarts. There are always such delightful choices!" She smiled at Harry in an affectionate, teasing way. "Of course, we know what Harry will eat!" She joked, earning laughter from everyone nearby.

Harry's eyes scanned the table quickly for his favorite desert - treacle tart - but didn't see it. Damn...he must have a different favorite in this time line. But what? "Draco...?" Harry asked questioningly, in a soft tone of voice, but Daphne heard him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" She asked, looking concerned. "Is your headache back? Do you need to lie down?" She was frowning at him as he stared at her helplessly, not sure what to say. "Really, Harry...do you need to go to the Infirmary?"

"I...my headache is back but it's not unbearable." Harry replied stiffly, not knowing what else to say. "It's really not that bad." He tried to smile reassuringly, though he was pretty sure it must look as wooden as it felt. "Promise."

"You know Harry; he won't miss Crème Brûlée for anything short of nearly dying!" Draco joked, discreetly nodding his head to a dish just in front of Harry. Apparently it had been a good idea to tell Draco - he'd now saved Harry several times over.

Harry reached for the serving spoon beside the dish and caught Draco's small, sharp head shake. Instead, with his Seeker reflexes, Harry took the entire dish. It was small - about four inches across - and shallow; it was no more than an inch deep. It appeared to be some sort of custard with what looked like a layer of dark, caramelized sugar on top. Picking up his spoon, Harry dipped it into the dish, breaking through the thin layer of crystallized caramel and scooping up a little of that and some of the custard. He put the spoon in his mouth and moaned around it, unable to help himself. Oh sweet Merlin...it was thick, creamy, vanilla custard and the sweet crystallized caramel on top just made it better. How could he have forgotten this amazing dish? It had to be the most heavenly thing he'd ever tasted!

He immediately swallowed and took another bite - a larger one with time. And again Harry couldn't help moaning softly around the spoon. This was truly the most decadent, sinful, delicious thing he'd ever tasted. "And the sex-show begins." Draco teased slightly, letting Harry know that - apparently - he always enjoyed his desert this much. He wasn't surprised...it was so good...

"You're just jealous." Harry said back, the words flowing off his tongue without him really realizing what he was saying. He swiped his tongue over the spoon, licking custard off it, then grinned at Draco and winked, murmuring softly. "If you tasted half as good as this desert, I'd lick you, too. Such a shame that you don't..." He smirked a little, then added. "A shame for you, I mean."

Daphne and Pansy were giggling and Theo and Blaise both rolled their eyes. Draco's silver eyes gleamed wickedly. "Well now, Harry, I happen to taste sweeter and more sinful than that desert." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows a little. "But only a privileged few are allowed to lick me...and you're not one of them."

Harry laughed around his spoon, still enjoying his desert. "Sure, Dray. Sure." His tone was condescending and he felt like they'd said these things a hundred times; maybe they had. "You just keep telling yourself that." He then proceeded to ignore the blonde - and the rest of his House - in favor of his desert.

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Harry sat, anxiously, on one of the black leather sofas on the Common Room. Draco came over, levitating a stack of five large photo albums behind him. "We use one per year." Draco told him; no one was anywhere near them as Draco had made it clear that he and Harry wanted time by themselves. "These are the 5 from when we've been here."

Harry took the first one that Draco handed him. He flipped it open and began looking through it. As his eyes passed over pictures of people he didn't know, his memories provided conversations and interactions with them that he didn't remember having. Thankfully each memory was only a flash and they didn't cause much pain. Finally, about halfway through the book, Harry found a picture of himself. He was on a broomstick and was zipping in and out of the frame, while Draco chased him on another broom. Both of them were laughing, obviously enjoying themselves. Harry smiled at the picture.

Harry laughed, pushing the old school broom to its limit as he zoomed around about ten feet above the grass. Draco's laughter reached his ears and he turned to look over his shoulder. The normally pale blonde was flushed from laughter and excitement and the still-chilly spring air. He did a little loop with his broom, then laughed delightedly when Draco did one as well. His best friend was an amazing flier! He was so happy to be able fly with Draco. Nothing had ever been this much fun...

"Our first time flying together." Harry said, grinning happily at Draco. There was a dull throbbing behind his temples, but it was nothing compared to the feelings flooding him from the memory. "I remember this..."

Draco smiled back, resting his head on Harry's shoulder and flipping to the end of the book. "What about this one?" He asked, pointing to another picture. "Do you remember this?"

It was a photo of him and Draco, standing beside the Hogwarts Express in Hogsmeade. Their trunks and owls were beside them on one side and Ron, Hermione, Blaise, and Pansy were all crowded into the picture, too. In the background, other students were pushing their way through the crowds towards the train and Harry's arms were securely wrapped around a brown leather book. His photo album from Hagrid! Obviously he'd still received it. How wonderful! He studied his own face carefully in the photo, then Draco's, wondering if he'd get another memory. When it hit, it hit hard.

Harry was torn between being thrilled at going home to Sirius and leaving Hogwarts and all his friends. He nudged Draco gently, smiling shyly. "You'll come visit me, won't you?"

"Of course!" Draco said, laughing. "I'm not going to go a whole two months without seeing you! Besides, I'll be bored without all the craziness that follows you everywhere."

Harry remembered the Sorcerer's Stone incident. He remembered telling Hermione to take Ron's body out using the brooms and to find help. He and Draco had continued on, skirting the felled mountain troll and stepping into the fire-room. The potions riddle had been ridiculous, just like the first time, but Draco had figured it out in a matter of moments. Harry had insisted Draco take the one to go back, but then told him to just re-enter the room immediately and take the forward potion and follow Harry, since the room reset as soon as it was empty. Harry had gone forward, facing Quirrell and the creepy second face that was Voldemort. He'd gotten the stone and Draco had crept into the room. Harry had turned, pitching the stone at Draco who had caught it with his Seeker reflexes and, seeing the look on Harry's face, run back out of the room.

Harry hadn't bothered trying to follow. Instead, he'd thrown himself at Quirrell when the man tried to go after Draco. He'd touched him everywhere his hands could reach, knowing what would happen. Sure enough, his touch burned the other man and soon he was facing the disembodied spirit of Voldemort. He felt it pass through him; felt the pain turning to blackness as he slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard was Draco's voice, yelling his name and screaming for Albus to help him.

Harry shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts. Slytherin and Gryffindor had ended up tied for the House Cup; the double-House banners and decorations had seemed oddly harmonious and the two sets of students had tentatively celebrated together, with Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione leading the way. All-in-all, the year had turned out good. Better than he'd have thought, considering the things his future-self had changed by accident. He smiled at his friends...more than he'd ever thought he'd have. Allies he'd never counted on, and once he'd ALWAYS counted on - united, together.

Suddenly, as Pansy and Hermione talked about vacation spots and Ron and Blaise discussed Quidditch and he, Harry, smiled happily at the blonde Slytherin boy beside him, a camera flash went off. Harry looked up, startled, to see Daphne holding a camera, grinning. "I think I'll put that in this year's album first thing next year!" She said, grinning. She skipped over to Harry and the others, laughing. "It'll be the first picture of Slytherins and Gryffindors talking together in the history of our photo albums and I'm signing the back, to prove I took it and was here as a part of it!"

Harry clutched his forehead with one hand and used the other to pry the photo out of the little brackets holding the corners to the book, flipping it over. Sure enough, there on the back, was written in a flowing cursive, 'Lions and Snakes, getting along, June 30, 1992. By: Daphne Greengrass and Harry smiled through the pain at seeing his memory confirmed.

"Remember this..." He said, voice hoarse. "Headache...bad..." He sighed, sliding the picture back into place, and looked at Draco apologetically. "Potion? And no more tonight..."

Draco nodded his agreement and helped Harry to their dorm. He gave Harry another of the pain potions and they both changed into their pajamas. Harry crawled into bed and sighed heavily. Draco soon heard the other boy's deep, even breathing and went to sit on the side of Harry's bed. He looked down at that heartbreakingly beautiful face and felt tears burning the backs of his eyes. He reached out and touched Harry's cheek tenderly as tears ran down his own. He traced high cheekbones, a pert nose, and a firm jaw with the tip of his finger. Then he traced cherry-red lips, then dark eyebrows, and finally Harry's jagged scar.

Then Draco whispered brokenly into the silence of their dorm room, in a voice full of tears and anguish. "Please, Harry...please remember me..." With one last longing look, Draco returned to his own bed to muffle his sobs in his pillow until restless sleep finally claimed him.

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A/N: So...I know I mention 'marbles' in passing in this one, but I don't actually explain them at all. That's mostly because the Chapter was getting ridiculously long and I felt like I was throwing a lot at you at once. So, instead of having both Veritas03's photo albums from "Pin Up" and her marbles from "For All The Marbles" in this chapter, I decided to give you a glimpse of the photo albums and leave the marbles for the next chapter. I have full permission from Veritas03 to use these things and I am, in return, shamelessly pimping her writing. I love her work; she's amazing! Hope you liked this chapter...what do you think of the changes to Harry? Anyone care to hazard a guess about the "Daphne/Harry/Draco/Pansy" thing? ^_^ Let me know how you like it so far, or any ideas you have! I love feedback; lots and lots!

Also, I am no longer doing update alerts VIA e-mail. Instead, I have a FB page where I laud about various HP slash fics and fanart and other such things. I'll be announcing updates there. ^_^

Here's the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/HP-Slashers-Anonymous/358462610847820 ~ FA
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