Finding My Way Back

A/N: Unfortunately, my summary was a lot longer than what I could write here. So I decided to post it in this chapter to give it a bit more depth.

Summary: Nearly a month into their secret relationship, Draco and Harry finally decide to make it official. But on the morning of their announcement, somebody decides to get in their way. No longer able to remember and hating each other even more than before, Draco sets out to understand the meaning behind his dreams and possibly even find the missing link inside his head. But will it find his way back to Harry? Will they ever remember what they once had?

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“Fuck that was amazing,” Draco panted, staring up at the ceiling of his four-poster bed.

“Uh huh,” the boy beside him mindlessly replied.

Draco turned his head to the side and licked his lips, admiring his lover’s chest glistening in sweat. They had been seeing each other for nearly a month now and amazingly, their sex life continued to get hotter each time they saw each other.

He ran his hand through his blond hair, feeling how sticky and sweaty he was himself. That was the first time he allowed the boy to top and definitely not the last. The way he had moved his hips and pushed inside at that angle…he still couldn’t believe he hadn’t fainted.

He smiled at the memory, rolling on his side and moving in closer to him. He placed his hand on the boy’s damp chest, softly combing it through the dark hair on top. He didn’t know why, but he always enjoyed playing with his chest hair.

The boy chuckled, Draco’s hand tickling him a bit. “What time is it?” he then yawned.

Draco turned and looked at the clock on his night table, frowning at the time. “One,” he sighed, looking back over at him.

“I should go,” the boy mumbled.

“Yeah,” he nodded, not moving from his position.

“We have classes tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“Double potions,” the boy continued, though he wasn’t trying hard to move away either.

“Yeah,” Draco licked his lips, already thinking about their potions class and the night they were sure to have because of it.

The boy smiled at him, licking his own lips. He then leaned over, giving Draco a kiss on his mouth. Draco quickly took charge, placing his hand on the back of the brunet’s head and plunging his tongue inside his slightly parted mouth.

“Mm,” the boy moaned, their tongues intertwining inside.

“Don’t go,” Draco soon whispered, rolling on top of him, their bare chests flush together.

“I have to,” he quietly replied, when Draco backed away from his mouth and started kissing his neck.

“Stay,” he softly pleaded, sucking on a delicate spot he had come to discover on the boy about a week ago.

The boy gasped, arching his neck a little more so Draco had better access. “Oh, I can’t Draco.”

“Please,” he continued, nibbling a bit harder, wanting to leave his mark. “Just have a house elf bring your stuff here,” he suggested.

“My dorm mates will wonder where I am,” he weakly explained.

“So make something up,” he urged. “You know they’ll believe anything you say.”

“Draco,” he moaned.

“Please,” he begged again, kissing another spot on his neck. “I hate it when you go.”

“What about your dorm mates?” he feebly asked.

Draco smiled, knowing the boy was almost about to cave. “We’ll leave before they even get up,” he explained, backing away from his neck and staring down at him. “Please,” he then pouted.

“Oh don’t do the face,” the boy whispered.

Draco continued to stare at him with those sad puppy dog eyes he knew would work on him. He learned that move just a few days ago, and although it was beneath a Malfoy to beg and pout, if it got him what he wanted, then damn the rules.

The boy soon huffed, shaking his head. “I hate you.”

Knowing he won, Draco smiled and leaned down, firmly kissing him on his lips. He then backed away, gliding his hand through his dark hair and staring deeply into his green eyes. “Hate you too, Harry,” he replied.

Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around Draco and pulling him closer so their mouths were almost touching. “And I hate how you kiss me,” he whispered.

“I hate how you suck my cock,” he countered.

“I hate the way you tease my nipples.”

“I hate the sounds you make when I’m fucking you.”

“I hate when you bite on your bottom lip just before you’re about to come.”

Draco softly growled, seizing the Gryffindor’s mouth in that next second. He easily slipped his tongue inside, moaning when he found his intended target. He closed his eyes when their tongues found their usual rhythm, enjoying the sensations running through his entire body.

Harry quickly rolled Draco over so he was on top, their mouths never parting. They continued to moan in pleasure, hands beginning to roam over each other’s naked bodies.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, arching his back.

“Draco,” Harry moaned, lowering his kisses to Draco’s neck as he trailed his hand down to his cock.

“Oh, I hate how you get me so hard,” Draco mumbled, closing his eyes when he felt Harry’s hand wrap around his stiffening cock.

“Mm, I hate how fucking good your cock feels in my hand,” Harry nipped at his neck.

“I hate…oh god…” Draco gasped, tilting his head back. “I hate…”

“What do you hate, Draco?” Harry purred, gripping Draco’s cock tighter.

Draco opened his eyes, noticing Harry had backed away from his neck and was staring down at him. He licked his lips, focusing all of his attention on those beautiful green eyes before him. “I hate that I can’t tell you that I love you,” he whispered.

Harry opened his eyes wide as he released Draco’s cock. He cleared his throat, still a bit startled from the statement. He then opened his mouth to speak but closed it, shaking his head slightly.

Draco remained silent, a tinge of red on his cheeks, as he waited for the boy to speak. Neither of them had ever used the ‘L’ word, too afraid to say it out loud. They found it much easier to just say they hated something they loved about them, able to hold back a piece of their vulnerability.

“Draco…” Harry paused, nibbling on his bottom lip.

Draco took a deep breath, keeping his gaze on the boy. “It’s okay,” he then said, realizing the brunet was not going to reciprocate. “I just…I wanted to say it,” he faltered. “Just once in my life I wanted to say it,” he softly repeated, feeling his eyes begin to tear.

Harry brought his hand up to his cheek, gently caressing it. “Draco, I…” he sighed, closing his eyes. “I hate it too,” he then whispered, opening his eyes to stare into his.

Draco’s heart thumped rapidly as tears started to fall. He shook his head, quickly wiping the tears away, softly chuckling, “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Harry smiled and leaned down, giving Draco a light kiss on his lips. “Softy,” he playfully teased, giving him another gentle kiss.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and sighed. “So what now?” he questioned.

Harry shrugged, combing his hand through Draco’s hair. “You think we’re ready?”

Draco closed his eyes, enjoying the boy’s touch. “I could be,” he whispered, opening his eyes once more and staring lovingly into those green eyes. “You?”

Harry licked his lips and nodded. “I could be,” he then smiled.

Draco smiled, pressing his lips to Harry’s. Harry parted his mouth to welcome his tongue, moaning when they picked up their rhythm from before.

Harry began to rub his erection against Draco’s, the two closing their eyes and groaning from the friction between them.

“Harry,” Draco whimpered.

“Draco,” Harry growled, moving his lips to Draco’s neck and sucking hard. “Fuck, I love your cock rubbing against mine,” he murmured against his neck.

Draco gasped, arching his neck a little more so Harry had better access. “Don’t stop, Harry,” he pleaded, his fingernails digging into the boy’s bare back.

He cried out when he felt Harry bite a bit rougher into his neck, knowing there would be a mark in the morning. He didn’t care, though, wanting everyone to see that he was his.

“Draco, almost there,” Harry suddenly warned, his pace quickening.

“Oh me too,” Draco responded, closing his eyes and digging his fingernails even deeper into the boy’s flesh.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Harry panted, pressing his lips firmly against Draco’s mouth.

Draco immediately opened his mouth and seized his tongue with his, moaning louder. “Harry,” he suddenly gasped when he felt his orgasm nearing, opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling.

“Draco,” Harry grunted, pushing their erections even harder against each other.

Draco bit down on his bottom lip, his release right on the surface. He quickly shifted his eyes to Harry, wanting to look at him when he came.

Harry stared intently into his eyes, his warm breath grazing his lips as he continued to pant above. He ran his hands up Harry’s back and into his raven locks, never breaking their focus. A few seconds later, they both came, spilling their warm seed all over each other’s chests.

Harry rolled off of Draco, breathing heavily beside him. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he chuckled.

Draco frowned, turning his head to look at him. “That isn’t funny, Harry,” he whispered.

Harry stopped laughing, quickly turning his head toward him. He sighed, brushing a strand of Draco’s blond hair behind his ear. “I’m sorry,” he softly replied, leaning in and giving him a kiss. He then backed away, licking his lips. “So…yeah?” he asked.

Draco chewed on his bottom lip, staring at the curtain hiding them on his bed. He looked over at Harry and swallowed, slowly nodding, “Yeah.”

Harry smiled, nuzzling closer to him. “I think so too,” he responded.

Draco sighed, wrapping his arm around him. He then closed his eyes, enjoying the boy’s light breathing on his ear. “So tomorrow we’re officially out,” he murmured.

Harry nodded, nibbling on his ear. “No more enemies with benefits,” he agreed.

Draco smiled, tightening his arm around him. “Boyfriends,” he purred.

“Boyfriends,” Harry repeated.