Discovering Love and Lost Memories

Note: Thank you to Slytherdor, who pointed out the fact that part of Chapter Ten did not publish when this place double posted my chapter.



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Harry and Draco popped into the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Draco could recognize the decorations and style as that of a pure-blooded family’s, but other then that, he had no idea where he was.



“Where are we?”



“I brought you home with me, to the safest place I know. Do you have any preference on where you sleep tonight? If you prefer to sleep on your own, that’s your choice. I will not push you to accept me again so soon. I have plenty of guest rooms to choose from…”



“I’ll stay with you. It’s fine, really.” Draco broke in, causing Harry’s eyes to meet his again. He shivered under the intense scrutiny of that gaze, and looked away. His eyes lit on the floor, the table, the sink…before meeting Harry’s again.



“This is quite the place you have. Looks like a Pureblood home.”



“That’s because it is. It belonged to my Godfather before he died and left it to me. It’s the old Black family residence.”



“Black? My mother was a Black before she married my father.”



Harry smiled. “Then you should feel at home here. Though I did remove a few things - the heads of the old family house elves for one. They gave me the creeps.”



Draco’s eyes widened. “They had those up still? That’s disgusting! I thought it was just a story my mother told me.” He made a face of displeasure.



“Yeah, they were pretty hard to remove too, but I had Hermione’s help…” He stopped when he realized he was talking about one of the people who had helped to pull the wool over his eyes. Just because his friends didn’t agree with his life’s choices, didn’t mean they had the right to remove them for him. His eyes narrowed and he frowned. He had trusted them implicitly. He had told them his most private doubts and needs and secrets. They knew he had had a bad childhood. They knew he had basically grown up without family; but they had to go and take his new family away from him, just because they didn’t agree with the mate he took.



He stalked out of the room to the living room.



When Draco took the initiative to follow out of the kitchen and find him, he found Harry readjusting the wards to disallow apparition or Floo travel to his friends, mentor, or anyone else besides him and Draco, for that matter.



Draco bit his lip at seeing Harry muttering to himself about lost trust. He was obviously VERY angry at his friends. And though Draco appreciated the fact that Harry obviously cared for him enough to separate himself from his friends like that, he couldn’t imagine Harry without the rest of the Golden Trio.



He pushed that thought away for now and perched himself on the arm of the couch, waiting for Harry to finish with his ward changing spells. Harry seemed to be being very thorough. Draco slid onto the seating of the couch. More time passed. Harry’s muttering never stopped. Draco laid himself out on the couch, and gradually fell asleep.



He awoke to Harry carrying him cradled in his arms up the stairs. Harry barely looked at a door in the upstairs hallway and it swung open, allowing him to carry the blond inside. He sat Draco on the bed, and turned away to undress as Draco sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly and watching his mate.



Harry removed everything down to his boxers. He looked down at the black cotton underwear with little Snitches hand sewn into them, and blushed a bit, realizing Draco had caught him wearing embarrassingly muggle styled underwear. In fact, they were the boxers Ginny had made for him by hand when she told him she wanted to take up the muggle way of sewing. She had done horribly at it, and Harry had put them away as a reserve pair of underwear for if he ran out of his good pairs. He had, of course, told Ginny he didn’t want to wear them out – instead of the truth. The sewing was jagged, the seams held in most places, though in some the thread had torn out, and little holes gapped from the sides. They were honestly almost hideous.



Draco chuckled out loud. Harry’s embarrassment was easy to see. “Did the Weaselette sew those for you?”

Harry nodded and picked at one of the seams. He hated the boxers, honestly. The only reason he had worn them that day was because he had been too busy thinking to do his laundry, and he only owned four pairs of boxers, besides the pair he was now wearing anyways.



Draco made a disgusted face, which was ruined by his amusement. “Burn them, they’re hideous!”



He was slightly surprised when Harry complied. One motion of the Boy-Who-Lived’s hand and the boxers ripped at the seams and flew into the fireplace, where a sudden fire flared to life.



Harry smiled. Draco grinned. “Much better.” He said, eyeing Harry’s semi-erect penis. He unconsciously licked his lips, as the Veela in him almost had him purring.



Harry launched himself onto the bed beside the still fully clothed blond. “What about you?” He asked, turning himself onto his side and propping himself up on one arm. His eyes were filled with humor and lust. His hand moved under Draco’s shirt, and ran over the skin on his stomach, curving around the bulge of their children. Draco shivered slightly, and hurried to remove his shirt and pants.



When he lay naked and stretched out beside his mate, he sighed contentedly, feeling Harry’s hands running over his body soothingly. He opened his eyes slightly to see his mate’s face, and yawned. Harry smiled softly and continued to massage Draco.



“Did you want to…?”



“No, Draco. Tonight is about relaxing you. We have time to have sex later.”



Draco smiled and closed his eyes again, curling into his mate’s body, and falling into a deep sleep. Harry watched him for a short while, before joining his mate. Things weren’t perfect yet, but they felt a hell of a lot better.