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Chapter 15 I Will Always Remember...



Harry slowly pulled on his Quidditch robes, leaning down to do up his boots, and fasten his gauntlets. Never in his life had he wanted to skip a Quidditch game, but if given the chose he would have. There was no way he could face Draco, not after what he had found out, not after what he had done. Harry felt like the scum of the earth after the previous night. He hadn't meant to do it, but as soon as Silas had touched the mark he felt as if he had left his body, and Harry was powerless to resist. Even now his head was still screaming 'NO!' and yet he could still taste the red-eyed boy on his lips.

"Harry come on the game starts in five minutes. Everyone else is already suited up. What's the hold up?" Harry looked behind him to see Angelina impatiently tapping her foot. She, along with quite a few others, still hadn't really gotten over the few months he had turned Slytherin.

"Yeah coming." This seemed good enough for the girl, and she turned on her heel marching in the other direction. Harry couldn't help but hear her mention something along the lines of 'if he screws us I'll kill him.' The scary thing was that he believed she would do just that.

Though he had no intention of losing the game purposely, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt that everyone on the team thought he was going to do just that. Now losing accidentally was a different story. Not only had he been to only about half the practices this year, but also he was playing Draco. Now the blond was usually good, but this was different. Never before had Draco had a firebolt, and never before did he have a need to reap vengeance upon Harry. Well he always did have that need, but it wasn't quite as big as it was now. Harry barely felt the twins' arms ushering him onto the field. Even when he took hold of his firebolt, and shot into the air it didn't seem like this was all that real. He faintly heard a stream of boos shot his way from the Slytherin side, and in the background he thought he heard Madam Hooch blow the whistle, but he remained oblivious to the game he was currently playing.

He stood completely still, floating about 60 feet in the air, and couldn't bring himself to move...nor could he bring himself to even look for the tiny object. His eyes were looking straight ahead, and yet he saw nothing except the scenes from the night before. Red eyes pierced his soul, as warm lips covered his own. He trembled with pleasure when fiery hands touched him everywhere. He shut his eyes in disgust at these memories, and flinched when the mark on his back started to sear in pain.

"So what Potter are we not even trying anymore?" Harry's eyes shot open at the voice, and startled when he saw the blond floating not five feet in front of him. Realization suddenly hit him, and he jumped when he noticed all of the players zooming around the field. The three chasers were shooting him dirty looks every now and then, making it obvious that Draco wasn't the only one who noticed his lack of concentration. Green eyes shot back up to the blond that was still floating in front of him.

"Why do you care? Shouldn't you be happy I'm out of focus?" Harry watched Draco sneer in disgust, and knew he had triggered one of the blond's tantrums. The Slytherin flicked a hand through his hair before going off on what seemed to be a much built up rant.

"Oh yeah Potter ecstatic! You know this past few weeks have just been the best of my life...I mean where to start. Watching Silas all but fuck you all break, and then here's the kicker...you leaving me because of it! I've had to watch you all week be happy with your friends, and now you're not even going to give me the satisfaction of actually beating you at something. WHY WOULDN'T I BE HAPPY!?"

Harry's eyes widened, and then filled with tears. Never did he expect Draco to say anything like that. Never did he expect him to say that he was as torn up inside as Harry himself. "Draco...I...I never...last night..."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT POTTER!" Harry stopped mid sentence, and stared through hazy eyes at the blond who had his face downcast. "All I want to hear from you is 'yeah Malfoy I'll try my best to get the snitch'...is that clear?" Harry stared at the blond for the longest time, ignoring all the shouts going on around the stadium, and when Draco looked up his heart shattered into a million pieces. The eyes looking at him held none of the hate that they had for the past week...No the eyes looking at him now were shiny. Harry had never seen Draco cry, and probably never would, but that was as close to crying as Harry suspected you could get from the blond. So without further ado Harry nodded, and turned on his broom speeding in the other direction to look for the snitch. Truthfully he couldn't bear to see the look at Draco's face anymore, and would be damned if he let him down again.

He sped faster and faster up into the clouds until the view around him got misty, but his eyes were surprisingly clear. He had never had more resolve to beat Slytherin then he did now...except maybe of course when the championship was on the line. He swept the entire stadium time and time again. Resulting to look for the snitch in every crevice there was, and every once in awhile would glance to see the blond doing the exact same thing.

Taking a little break he glanced to see how Ron was doing, and Gryffindor was leading 30 to 0. Obviously his keeper skills had vastly improved. Then it happened...Harry saw the snitch floating not two feet behind Ron's head. He took off for it at great haste, and noticed that Draco was doing the same thing.

He almost laughed when he saw Ron's eyes widen in fear at the prospect of two seekers heading straight towards him. The snitch seemed to notice it too, because it started speeding towards the ground, and both seekers tipped their brooms into a dive to follow after it. Harry was shot off balance when Draco bumped him trying to get ahead, but he didn't falter. In fact he just bumped the boy back even harder. He saw the blond reach out to grab the golden object, and went to do the same, but something happened.

His entire body felt like individual knives kept stabbing him over and over. The pain was unbearable. Harry faintly noticed Draco grab the snitch, and then spin, probably to rub it in, but the sight that met him most likely quieted the blond. "Harry what the fucks wrong with you? Why are you bleeding? Harry! Harry!" But Harry didn't find out what else Draco was going to say, because after reaching up to wipe the blood that was pooling from his mouth, he lost balance, falling the remaining ten feet to the ground,
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Draco sat in the common room at their little 'celebration.' In truth the he had never felt less like celebrating in his life. He made a note to scowl at anyone who gave him a pat on the back, as he lounged on a chair in front of the fireplace still in uniform. He was still playing with the caught snitch he wasn't sure he had at all earned.

Harry was now lying in the hospital wing, still unconscious from his 'mysterious injuries." Draco knew better...Silas had obviously done that to Harry, so that he could catch the snitch. Whether he was pissed at Harry, or just wanted to annoy the fuck out of him by letting him get an undeserved win. Now if he were going to bet he would bet on the latter, because really Silas was just that annoying.

In fourth year he was introduced to the prince, and immediately he became fascinated with him. But really who could blame him? It was Silas after all, and he was a dumb 14 year old. He spent every waking moment with the boy that summer, and in turn they became rather close. Draco told Silas everything, and got a few secrets from him as well.
On his 15th birthday Silas took his virginity, and also made him his forever. The red-eyed boy had explained everything this entailed to the blond, and Draco couldn't help but feel that he didn't give the same courtesy to Harry. The poor bastard probably never knew what he got himself into. Draco doubted that Harry even knew who Silas really was. Though that wasn't surprising seeing as how Draco was the only one who did. There was a time when he thought he was in love with the red-eyed boy, but now he saw he was only in love with his power. The blond seriously doubted there was anyone alive who could match Silas...not Dumbledore, and definitely not Voldemort. He was unbeatable, or so it seemed. Draco shook his head, and letting the snitch free to fly around the room, left the common room to take a walk to clear his head of such thoughts.

Now one might think that in doing so the blond might have actually cleared his thoughts, coming to a peaceful conclusion about things, which in all honesty might have actually happened. The might comes into factor when a bushy haired girl just so happened to seek him out to 'talk.' Draco had nodded, and sullenly followed her to an empty room on the floor. The entire time he hadn't really been paying that much attention, but upon entering a thought struck him.

"Isn't this that room you brought us to before?" He heard the girl scoff, and then motion for him to sit down. Reluctantly he chose the same chair he had sat in previously. It just seemed right for him to take the place he had chosen last time when his and Harry's little 'relationship' had started. That way, at least to him, it could seem as if nothing had changed. That he was still the uncaring sadistic fuck he was in the beginning...it just seemed right.

"Yes it is...Do you know of many other secret rooms here?" Draco looked down, hastily examining his nails, before looking back up at the girl who had an untamed furry in her eyes.

"You'd be surprised." The blond frowned as the girls face went from drowned out furry, to full blown anger. Truthfully he didn't know what he said that could have possibly riled such a response from the girl. It's not as if he had called her a dirty whore mudblood or anything, which if given the choice he would have, so now he just sat there confused. He sat there, patiently waiting for the impact, which he had no doubt would come.

"Don't take that tone with me! In fact don't take any tones. I brought you here for one reason, and that reason just so happens to be sitting in the hospital bed, which you haven't visited yet!" Draco's eyes narrowed. So that was the reason the girl wanted to talk? Of course, the blond mused to himself, Gryffindors seldom wanted to talk to him about anything else, but still this was a little out of line even for them.

"Fuck off! It doesn't concern you." He tried to stress through his tone for her to drop it, and normally that tone would have sent the bravest running, but Gryffindors were too fucking stubborn for their own good.

"Yes it is my concern. He's one of my best friends, and when he's in pain I'm in pain." Draco raised his eyebrows at this.

"Look bitch I didn't make the stupid mother fucker fall of his broom." Draco watched amused as Hermione seemed to pause, and then take a deep breath in annoyance, which the blond reveled in.

"I'm not talking about him falling off his broom you moron!" Draco clenched his fists at this, and the girl seeming to realize that insulting him wasn't the best course of action, softened her tone, starting again. "Look Draco though I hate to admit it...Harry's lost without you...He's lonely, he needs someone, and apparently to him you're that someone."

Draco's eyes continued to narrow until they were little more than slits. "Believe me when I say mudblood that he has his loneliness issues covered, and it's not me covering him."

Hermione's eyes widened at this, and her mouth dropped a little in shock. He could almost hear the thoughts that were going through his head. Surely he was mistaken, Harry wouldn't do that to him, Harry wouldn't just go to somebody else. The sad part was that he wished those thoughts were the truth. "No, no that's not possible...Harry would never go for someone else...He's in love with you. Anyone can see that!"

"Pssh, I didn't say it was by his choice...did I?" Draco watched the girl's eyes widen again, and knew he had stepped beyond his boundaries. "Enough about that though...Forget I said anything, after all I'm not even sure that dimwit knows what's going on." Hermione's eyes still weren't at all trusting, so Draco decided to change the subject.

"Anyways why the hell are you playing matchmaker?" Draco stood from his seat, and walked over to the bookshelf. Doing his best to look like he was busy by pulling out a random book, and flipping through its pages. "I mean you were the one that was so head-over-heels for him a couple months ago. Why aren't you trying to play the rebound card?" Draco was seriously shocked on how he got that sentence out without going off into a jealous rage, but he really needed to take the attention off of the subject that is Silas, and by the look on the bushy haired girls face it seemed to do the trick.

The girl's face was stained pink with a blush, and the question she was about to ask died on her lips. Her gaze quickly fell towards her lap. "Listen that has nothing to do with it!" Hermione looked up at the scoff heard from the blond.

"Bit hypocritical wouldn't you say Granger? After all why would your feelings towards the stupid Gryffindor brat be any different than my own?" Draco smirked, obviously pleased with where this conversation was going. He so loved it how with a few words he could make the girl squirm.

"Of course they're different! We made out a few times over the course of the summer...We weren't fuck buddies for five months!" Draco's eye twitched when the girl mentioned Harry's and her tongue wrestling experience, but he let it slide for the greater good. Though he had to admit that this conversation was really beginning to annoy him, and he shut the book he was looking through to get her to her point.

"Mudblood I see that you're trying to make a point here...I just don't what that point is." He rolled over the side of the couch, so that now he was lying there comfortably, and he couldn't help but hear her scoff at this. He expected another rant, but her words were very calm, and were laced with sadness. He knew without a doubt that if Draco could see the girls eyes there would be tears there.

"You know when the two of you first got together I thought I was in love with him." Draco's suspicions about her crying were confirmed when he heard sniffles, and he fought back the urge to scoff at her weakness, instead he opted to hear her out. "But now I realize that it was just my ego...I was never really in love with him, but I cried when I realized he didn't love me." For some reason this struck something from within the blond, and he sat up to look at the girl who was crying profusely now.

"Again what's your point?" The girl frowned, and looking once more to her lap.

"You're in love with him aren't you." It wasn't a question, and Draco wouldn't give it an answer. Though when the words were spoke it upset him more than any insult could have. He wasn't in love with the brat. He couldn't be in love with him...it just wasn't possible.

"Listen bitch you need to get your facts straight alright." Draco could have killed the girl right there. She smiled at him, and not like a 'oh' smile, but an 'I just figured out something you don't know' smile. Draco was anything if not pissed. "Don't fucking look at me like that...You knew what happened in our relationship, and I wouldn't fucking describe it as loving!" Draco scowled when the smile remained.

"Draco that's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard!" Draco raised an eyebrow at this, but let the girl continue. "If that were true that you didn't love him, then you wouldn't be so miserable without him." Draco full out scowled at this.

"Maybe he's just a good fuck!" As an afterthought he added. "And I'm not miserable." Draco's eye twitched when Hermione snickered, and then full out started chuckling. The blond's fingers were twitching now...wondering if they should reach inside his robes and give the girl a very early painful death.

"You know what, it amazes me how you can still act like this...Tell me Draco if he was just a good fuck how come the very thought of someone else being with him caused your insanity level to rise." Draco shrugged at this...his annoyance still at an all time high.

"What can I say, I'm a jealous man...I don't like other people touching my things." Hermione raised an eyebrow at this.

"Well if he's not 'your thing' anymore, then why haven't you found another good fuck?" Draco snorted, but every sentence the girl said struck that same cord in his heart.

"I'm not in the mood." This caused another fit of laughter to come about...between giggles Hermione managed to get out.

"Not in the mood! You're a 16 year old boy...They're always in the mood...They'd fuck a hippogriff if it said yes." Draco's lip twitched, and he fought back the urge to smile.

"Let's just get one thing straight here...I would never fuck a hippogriff." That did it...Draco couldn't hold back the laughter from the ridiculousness of his last comment. Seeing the blond laugh seemed to sober the girl of her own giddiness, and the conversation turned back to serious.

"He loves you, you know." Draco stopped laughing, and a scowl covered his face as he turned the other way. Still looking the other way the blond responded in a much more humble of a voice. "I know he does." Draco cursed the day he ever took Potter to bed, acquiring such disgusting things as feelings. His eyes were beginning to glass over, but he didn't have a chance to hide it, because Hermione gently pulled his face to her own.

"Then what's the problem? Why aren't you two together?" Draco rolled his eyeballs to the ceiling, trying to wish the tears that were straining at the bottom of his eyes away. He really didn't have an answer to that question, or at least a good one, so he gave the only answer he could think of at the time.

"Because sometimes love isn't enough." He paused to get a hold of himself before continuing in a much lower tone. "The idea of being with Harry...of loving him...is a lot easier than actually doing it. I don't know if I can handle everything that comes with that title." Draco finished lamely, knowing that that probably made him sound weak...but in his mind he believed it to be the truth. There were many risks when it came to being the lover of Harry Potter, and although Draco couldn't divulge these risks to the girl in front of him, he hoped that she understood.

"Well Draco sometimes you have to ask yourself...Is the juice worth the squeeze?" Though such a simple statement it meant a lot to the blond. He finally understood, and with one last look at the girl who had given him an epiphany, he was off.
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Harry sighed; although he was still about half asleep he thought he felt the touch of someone caressing his face. Metal slid against his face, and he assumed it was someone placing his glasses on him, but was still focused on the caresses someone was laying on his cheek. He was so focused on them that without even realizing it he leaned closer to further the touch.

"You surprise me Potter...You embrace the enemy so easily." Harry's heart stopped at the sound of the blond's voice, and without opening his eyes in a curt voice he responded.

"Since when are we enemies...Malfoy?" He said the last word with particular spite. He really could not stand the word Potter coming from the blond's lips. "I thought we were becoming something like friends." Without even looking he knew the blond was probably scowling at that.

"You'd be surprised how often those two rolls can switch...now open your eyes. I would hate to kill you without you even seeing it." Harry's fists clenched in the bed sheets when he felt the tip of a wand pointed at his head. Had the blond really come here to kill him? Slowly he opened up emerald eyes, and was shocked at what he saw. There was no scowl on the blond's voice, he was more like smiling...almost.

"Draco are you laughing at me?" Harry couldn't believe the blond in front of him who had just collapsed into snickers over his little joke, the little joke that Harry was still having a heart attack over. With narrowed eyes Harry managed to catch a few words between snickers.

"Should...have...seen...your...face" Draco had practically collapsed on top of him, and Harry couldn't help but think he looked rather adorable like that. That aside it didn't stop him from wanting to curse him to hell and back for what he had just done.

"Besides helping to send me to an early death, is there a reason you're here Malfoy?" It came out a bit more spiteful then Harry would have hoped, and the blond immediately sobered from his laughter to glare at him.

"Don't call me Malfoy anymore...my name's Draco in case you forgot." Harry raised one eyebrow at the Slytherin's sudden change in moods, but said nothing about it. Instead he asked his question again.

"Okay then Draco." He made sure to over-pronounciate the boys name. "Why are you here?" Harry's eyes widened to saucers when the blond climbed into bed, and settled a leg on either side of him, effectively straddling him so he couldn't move.

"Since when do I need a reason to want to be with you?" Harry tried to sit up, but found that damn near impossible, so with a grunt he lay back in bed. He was seriously starting to wonder what the hell was going on.


"In case you forgot the last time I tried to reconcile with you, you said, and I quote 'that you had no intentions of sleeping with my disgusting carcass'" Draco looked like he was going to start laughing again, but instead leaned down, so that Harry could feel his hot breath on his earlobe.

"Well maybe now I think you have a pretty carcass." Harry's mind was flying in a thousand different directions. For one he couldn't understand what could have changed the Draco's mind, and whether he wanted said mind to change in the first place. Then mentally bitch slapping himself, he realized that of course he wanted the blond's mind to change, and after all this thinking he found he was rather confused, so he turned his very thinkative mind off for awhile.

"Draco I..." Harry never got to finish, because a finger placed on his lips quieted anything he would have said. Harry almost gasped as that finger began to trace the outline of his lips.

"Shhh I have something that I want to say to you, and it's hard enough as it is without you running your mouth and ruining things." Harry raised an eyebrow in annoyance, but kept quiet, because he really wanted to hear whatever the blond found so important. Harry's other eyebrow raised as he watched Draco look everywhere around the hospital room except at him. In the back of his mind he wondered where Madam Pomphrey had disappeared to, but decided that this might not be the best time to ask.

"For fucks sake Harry you are in here way too often...They really should just give you your own bed. Just think you can bring all you personal affects down here...it seems easier seeing as how you practically live here anyways." Harry narrowed his eyes at the blond who was still not meeting his gaze.

"Is that it Draco? Because seriously if that's all then get off of me." That did it! Draco looked at Harry with narrowed eyes, and the only thing Harry could think since he had turned off his brain, was that at least now he was looking at him.

"How did I ever fall in love with such a brat?" Harry's heart stopped beating. In fact everything stopped altogether. Harry was sure that if he could see himself at the moment he would brake out into fits of laughter at his own image. He was gasping for air, and his eyes felt like they would fall out if they widened any farther.

"You realize you look ridiculous right now don't you?" That did it, the specialness was gone, and Harry was once again glaring at the blond. "See much better, that other face was going to make me laugh, and I thought it would kinda take the mood away if I burst into laughter after confessing my heart out." Unfortunately at those words the stupid face came back.

"Draco do you mean that? I mean this isn't another trick is it? Do you really feel that way...I mean after everything that happened?" Draco raised an eyebrow as the stupid face Harry was sporting earlier faded to one of confusion and uncertainty. He felt he had to do something to make it disappear, and so on a whim he leaned down, pecking the raven-haired boy's nose.

"Yeah well after some coaxing I came to a realization." Draco couldn't help but notice how Harry's hands were now on his hips, and not knowing what else to do leaned down to the raven-haired boys head. Taking a whiff of the essence that is Harry, and placing it in his memory forever.

"If you're done smelling me...what realization did you come to?" Draco smiled before leaning in, and placing a chaste kiss on the boy's lips. He reveled in the gasp such small a thing could earn him.

"That the juice is worth the squeeze." Draco saw the boy's eyes widen in confusion, and to clarify it he leaned down capturing the boy's mouth. At first it was just velvety soft lips against Harry's chapped ones, but then Draco bit down demanding entrance, and the boy underneath him was powerless to resist.

Harry gasped when the blond kissed him so deeply, and he could taste the coppery liquid mixing in with his saliva, as the kiss continued. This is the point when Harry thought it was safe to turn his brain back on and not risk an overload. Through out everything a single thought struck him, and he pushed the blond's lips away from him. Draco looked thoroughly upset by this, but Harry just narrowed his eyes at the blond.

"You know that whole threatening to kill me thing wasn't funny." Draco's eyes lightened when he realized he wasn't being rejected, but merely toyed with.

"It was a little funny." Harry narrowed his eyes, before shaking his head.

"It wasn't funny." Before Draco could respond Harry had grabbed blond hair, and pulled him in for another kiss. And he was thoroughly upset when this time it was the Draco who pulled away, but anything he had to be upset about faded when he saw the smile plastered on his face.

"It was a little funny." Harry shook his head before leaning up, and letting Draco claim his mouth again. The Slytherin was still a cocky bastard...at least some things never changed.

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