Discovering Love and Lost Memories

Harry wandered over to the windows of his room facing the front of the house the next morning, intent on distracting himself while Draco had a relaxing bath. He pulled back the curtains and peered out the window, smiling at the sunny day out in the outside world. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought everything in the world was right and good.

As if to help him remember the truth even more, he spotted something just outside his property on the street. He squinted at it, recognizing the magical signature radiating off of the thing before he recognized the object itself. Then he laughed, long and hard.

Draco came running out of the master bath, a towel haphazardly held around his waist, shampoo dripping from his blond wet hair, and a worried expression on his face. He found Harry on the ground near the window, still naked, and howling with laughter.

Draco frowned at the man on the floor. “What is it now, Harry?”

Harry laughed some more, tears rolling down his face, rocking from side to side where he lay on the ground. “The…” He gasped, regaining some breath. “The Ministry’s outside the house.”

Draco’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He raced to the window and peered out. “Where? I don’t see anything but the large rubbish bin.”

“They ARE the rubbish bin!” Harry howled, rolling around some more in his giggling fit.

Draco rolled his eyes and prodded the man on the floor with his bare foot. “They can’t get in, right?”

“Of course not.” Harry said, suddenly looking serious.

The blond nodded, turned, and went back to where he came from. The door swung shut behind him solidly.
Harry picked himself up off the floor, peered out the window again, and continued to chuckle. Leave it to the Ministry to hide their observation center as something so muggle, but that still managed to fit them perfectly.

He shook his head, pulled some clean pants on - without underwear this time - and left the bedroom to start breakfast.

-xxXxx-

By the time Draco finished with his bath and was combing out his long hair with the special comb he had transfigured from one of Harry’s normal combs, Harry had breakfast ready.

Draco found his way somehow, following the smell of fresh pancakes, bacon, sausage, and bread. He sat down at the table in the place where a chair was already pulled out, and a plate filled with delicious looking food sat beside a cup of pumpkin juice. Harry was at the oven, pulling out a tray of fresh bread to set on the table with some butter and jam. He would, every so often, start to giggle again.

Draco smiled. Harry was either off his rocker, or for some reason he just happened to find the Ministry’s choice of hideouts incredibly amusing. Draco could see why he thought it was funny, but it wasn’t that funny. He started in on his breakfast, more then happy to have something that wasn’t dirty or moldy.

His father had delighted in having a dish of perfectly good food brought for his son, and then somehow dropping, spilling, or throwing it at the dirty ground of the dungeon cell. Draco had eaten it anyways. He had growing babies to feed.

Harry finished setting the table with food and sat down to eat too. They were silent while they ate, though Harry still burst into chuckles every once in a while. Draco would roll his eyes and turn his attention back to eating.

When their meal was finished and cleaned up, Harry led Draco into the library where he kept his collection of newspaper clippings from around the time he had gone missing, and then those from when he had been found. He had started collecting them, hoping to find answers to his memory lapse in the things the reporters said. There had been no clues.

He gestured to the couch, and when Draco had placed himself comfortably on it, he handed him the book of clippings. Draco read through it, his eyes confused. “So this whole time that you were gone, you had no idea at all of where you had been? You didn’t remember me? Or getting me pregnant?”

“I did at first, when I woke up in Saint Mungos. I told them everything. About you and me, you being pregnant, you being tortured. I told them I needed to go back and get you, and that I needed their help to save my family. They thought I was crazy. I was supposed to be straight. I was supposed to love Ginny. But I don’t. I can’t. She isn’t right for me. You are.

“I told them I had to go back; that’s when Ginny made me drink some water with sleeping potion in it. I fell asleep, but I could still hear them. Planning to take my memories so I wouldn’t go back and get you. They didn’t care that you are my family now. They didn’t care that you were in danger, or that you are important to me. They just wanted me back to what I was.”

Draco nodded slowly. “So how did you get your memories back?”

“I’m not quite sure. I think maybe my need to know what happened made my magic break the spell or whatever they used on me. It brought back my memories while I was sleeping. That morning I told Ginny to leave, because I knew what she had done. It was wrong. I couldn’t even stand to touch her after that. I still can’t.”

“So you didn’t really abandon me?”

“Technically I guess I did, but only because I couldn’t remember anything that happened during my time at Voldemort’s stronghold. I’m sorry Draco. I should have remembered.”

“I forgive you Harry. You’re my mate. But I don’t forgive your friends for doing that to you…doing that to us. They did something very wrong. I think they need to be punished. I deserve to be able to invoke my right to choose their punishment. Will you let me?”

“So long as they don’t die, I won’t stop you.”

“Thanks, Harry. I’m glad you got your memories back before I was sentenced to Azkaban for life.”

“I’ll never let them take you to Azkaban, Draco. You’re carrying my children. I can’t let anyone do anything to hurt you, or our babies. I…” He stopped, blushed, looked at his hands.
“I love you.” His voice held conviction.

Draco smiled “I know. I love you too.”

Harry dropped himself off the arm of the couch to sit on it beside his mate. He reached out and pulled Draco to him, before delivering the blond a loving kiss.

Draco allowed it, and kissed back, wrapping his arms around Harry. When Harry pulled away, Draco glanced towards the front of the house, remembering that the Ministry people were still there, monitoring them.
“What are we going to do about the Ministry?”

“I’ve blocked their magic on the house, so they won’t be able to get in or seek us out using their spells. The only way for them to contact us is through the Floo, and then only fire-calls are allowed. If they try to come through I have a spell in place to not only backfire them to where they started from, but to dismantle that Floo immediately. It will take them a few days to reestablish any Floo connection in that location if they try it.”

“But how will we live like this, Harry? We can’t just stay in here forever. I can’t give birth alone with only you to help me. I need at least a Medi-Witch. I perhaps need Saint Mungos. And not being terrified of the Ministry then would be nice. I don’t want to go to bed every night worrying that I’ll wake up surrounded by Aurors who are ready to kill me or take me to Azkaban. We have to fix this situation. Or at least settle it.”

Harry nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking…I just wanted to protect you and they were
pissing me off…you know I’ve never been good for keeping my anger in check.”

“No Harry, I’m glad you did that. You were protecting me, and that’s what I needed. I don’t need a passive mate. I need one who will do anything for me and our babies. You did well.”
The brunette smiled. “So what do you think we should do to fix this?”

“Well, to start off with, we can not be the first to contact them. They have to contact us. If we contact them, we show ourselves to be desperate and afraid. That gives them the upper hand. You’re powerful Harry, and they still need you. You need to play on your fame. In fact, I’m sure that Rita Skeeter bitch would love to know that the mate of Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, who just happens to be a Veela, is being denied basic rights because the Ministry thinks he is a death eater. That, and the fact that they didn’t take care of me at all while I was a prisoner there leads to a great start to a large scandal.”

Harry made a face of unhappiness at thinking about working with Rita Skeeter at all. But she was a good way to spread their message. “I guess that’s a good plan. You think we should owl her?”

“Sounds good to me. We’ll have to put a protection spell on the owl though, so the Ministry doesn’t capture it.”

Harry sighed. “That’s too much trouble. Let’s just fire-call the bitch and get this over with.”
Draco agreed.

-xxXxx-

Rita Skeeter was more then happy to hear from them. She received the news about the potential scandal with excitement, her Quick-Notes quill writing madly. She also, of course, pried into their personal affairs, which Draco quickly put off. He promised if she could manage a proper story for this scandal in the Ministry, they would have to consider her for their first interview about their relationship and pregnancy. Ms. Skeeter grinned like only a piranha could, and closed the Floo connection from their fire-call.

Harry and Draco sat back on the couch, holding each other. Draco’s hand subtly ghosted over Harry’s crotch several times. He appeared innocent, but his actions were hardly the same. Harry moaned softly. He was growing hard in his pants, and he wasn’t sure he would stop the blond if he wanted to go further right here on the couch.

Draco grinned and cast a quick wandless spell that divested Harry of his pants. He gasped in surprise, and then moaned loudly as Draco’s soft, wet mouth engulfed his hardening cock. He hadn’t felt this good since…since he had made love to his mate for the first time in the dungeons of Voldemort’s hideout.

The blond sucked cock like a pro – and he could tell Harry loved it. Their connection allowed Draco to pick up on the things Harry liked more then others. It gave him the chance to drive Harry into the upmost peaks of pleasure.

“Oh GODS!” Harry cried out as his cock filled his mate’s throat. “Draco…I need…”

Suddenly the hot, wet mouth was off of him, and the pregnant man was standing up, dropping his pants, kicking them off and away, and then turning himself over the arm of the couch nearest him, supporting his stomach with pillows.

Harry crawled up behind him, casting a wandless spell to prepare Draco and his own hard cock, and then shoved himself into the blonds’ tight channel. They moved against each other, going faster and harder, until both were nearing their peak. Harry’s hand slipped up under his mate, grasping his hard, leaking cock, and pumping it as best he could while his own thrusts became erratic.

They were both ready to fall over the edge when a noise from the fireplace startled them. Harry pulled back, out of Draco’s passage, but was too near his impending orgasm to stop himself. He released all over Draco’s ass, moaning loudly as he stroked himself, pumping his load out onto his mate’s fair-skinned ass.
Draco moaned loudly too, feeling Harry’s release coating his ass. He reared back, grabbed his own cock, and with two final pumps, he sprayed the pillows in front of him with his own release. Then he sank onto his knees, groaning, boneless with relaxation, though his inner Veela screamed about danger.

Harry was standing naked before the blond the next second, blocking his naked form from the view of the person fire-calling. His wand was extended threateningly.

“How dare you contact me after what you did?” He seethed.

Ginny’s head glared at him from the fire. “How dare you cheat on me with him!?” She spat accusingly.

“Cheat on you? With Draco?” Harry asked, stupefied. Then he laughed. “Ginny, I never cheated on you with him. You and I were not together when Draco and I mated. If anything, you’re the one who should be ashamed of trying to break up a family. You were always after me to have sex with you too, and you knew I was mated with Draco. You knew I had babies on the way.”

“I was only trying to protect you, Harry. It’s not right, what he’s done to you.”

“What’s not right?” Draco drawled at the red-haired woman from behind Harry, his head visible behind his mate. “That Harry is actually happy and has a family on the way?”

“You! Don’t you dare talk to me, you…you Veela whore!” Ginny snarled.

“Ginny, never contact me again. If you try, I’ll file charges at the Ministry against you for harassment.” He pointed his wand at the fireplace and fired a spell at it, effectively shutting down the Floo from which Ginny was calling from. Then he picked up his mate carefully, mindful of the blonds’ stomach, and carried him up the stairs to the master bathroom. They had no need for the Floo for the rest of the day, he had decided. Oh, he would leave it open. People could scream themselves hoarse at the empty room. He and Draco had better things to do.