Life From the Start

A/N: Mmhmm… I’m very evil for leaving the last chapter like that. But you can forgive me right? :D You’ll forgive me when you finish with this chapter :P

Thank you for all the reviews!

-cackles- Harry and Draco’s first kiss… a TRUE kiss! Not those innocent ones that baby Harry gave. ;P We are past that point haha.

I think I still have like three or four more chapters to go before the end of this story. I don’t want Draco and Harry to jump right into bed right after Harry returned to normal xP

Chapter 17: Wanted

Draco snapped his mouth shut and closed the bedroom door softly behind him. He walked over to where Harry was still sitting there, clutching Eddy like a lifeline.

“Potter, what are you doing here?” the blond asked, his voice was unbelievably soft. “How did you get in here? Did the portrait let you in even though you didn’t know the password?”

Harry shook his head and set the teddy bear aside. “No Draco, I--”

“You must be so confused right now.” Draco cut Harry off; he bit his lip and held out his hand to Harry. “You shouldn’t be wandering around.” Draco tried a small smile. “Come on, I’ll take you back to the Gryffindor common room.”

Harry sighed exasperatedly and eyed the blonde’s hand. “Draco, I’m not lost or confused! I’ve been wait--”

Malfoy frowned. “Of course you are… look at you! You’re calling me by my given name!” Draco bent down and grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling the smaller teen up. Harry rolled his eyes and let Draco pull him up. “Harry, you shouldn’t be wandering around the school. Go back to your dorms and rest.”

Potter let out a growl and yanked his arm back. “Draco, listen to me!” He slapped his hands onto Malfoy’s shoulders and gripped them tightly. “Look at me right now! Do I look confused to you?!”

Draco smiled lightly. “There you go… you’re screaming at me. That’s the Potter I know.” He reached up and tenderly pried Harry’s hands away from his shoulder. “You must be angry… Don’t worry… I’m sure Granger will explain everything to you when you head back.”

“What happened to you?” Harry asked, shaking his head at Draco. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!”

‘Nothing is wrong with me, Harry.’

Draco looked up into green eyes. “Nothing is wrong with me, Harry,” Draco said. “Stay here and I’ll go find Granger; I’ll tell her that you’re here.” He patted Harry’s shoulder once before turning away from the brunet.

Harry let out a low growl, which stopped Draco in his tracks. “You’re not going anywhere, Draco Malfoy! You bloody stay where you are!” Harry yelled out harshly. “I’ve waited for you for hours and this is what you do?! Walk away from me and act all… I don’t even know why you’re acting this way!”

Draco let out a sigh and turned around. “Harry, you don’t understand,” Draco said softly as if he was talking to a child. “I’m sure you don’t even remember--” Draco paused and took a breath, “—the things that happened.”

Harry let out a low chuckle; his head was down, dark tresses covered his eyes. His right hand slowly reached out for Draco’s biceps; Harry held on and had no intention of letting go.

“You know better than to think portraits would let a person into a room without saying the password,” Harry whispered. “No matter how many times they’ve seen you, paintings will never let someone in without telling them the password.” Harry took a step closer to the now shocked blond; his head remained down and his hair still covered his eyes. “If I didn’t remember, Draco, why would I even know the way to this room? Did you think I just ended up here by chance?!” Harry gritted his teeth and finally looked up into wide, gray eyes. “Answer my fucking question, Draco!” Harry shoved away and stood, shaking lightly, with his arms by his sides.

Draco carded his fingers through his hair and watched as Harry tried to fight back his tears. “I-I… Harry, do you really… You remembered what happened to you?” the blond asked hesitantly. Draco felt himself relaxed when Harry gave him a curt nod.

“I wasn’t confused at all when I first woke up; I recalled being taken care of by you,” Harry told the blond. “I had hoped I would see you when I wake, but you weren’t there.” Harry sent Draco a watery smile and took one step towards Draco. “Was it because you don’t want me to remember? You don’t want anything to do with me, is that it? Was what you whispered to me while I was sleeping a lie?” The brunet tilted his head up and caressed Draco’s cheek; Malfoy’s breath hitched as Harry’s warm hand touched him. “Tell me now and I’ll leave. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Draco saw the hurt swirling in Harry’s emerald orbs. He wanted to shout out that everything was true, everything he said he meant it. Draco wanted to grab Harry and hug the smaller teen tight. He wanted to whisper sweet nothings into Harry’s ears. Draco silently thanked all the deities for letting Harry remember. It seemed all of his worrying was for naught.

“No… No, Harry. I did not lie to you. I would never do that.” Draco covered Harry’s hand with his own; he leaned into the soft touch. “The reason I wasn’t there in the hospital wing was that… I thought you would forget everything and go back to the way you were before the accident. I thought you would go back to hating me.” Draco laughed lightly when Harry scowled at him.

“I still remember myself telling you that I will never hate you.” Harry wiggled his hand away from Draco’s and now he had his hands on his hips. “I remember that day clearly. Don’t tell me you forgot.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the taller blond. “If that’s the case--”

Draco chuckled and placed the tip of his forefinger on Harry’s lips. Harry stopped talking immediately.

“Are you calling me old, Potter?” Draco asked cheekily. “I assure you, my memory is fine.” Malfoy took away his finger and waited for Harry to say something.

Harry smacked his lips and grinned at Draco. “You are old; you’re a month older than I am!”

He let out a shocked cry when Draco reached out and mussed up his hair. With a yell, Harry tackled Draco to the ground, successfully pinning the blond on the hardwood floor. The back of Draco’s head landed with a loud ‘thud’; he winced when his skull connected with the wood floor.

“Harry, are you trying to kill me!?” Draco glared at the beaming brunet sitting on top of him. “You’re not seven anymore… You way heavier than you were back then!” Draco grumbled and rubbed the back of his head.

Harry gasped, finally realizing they had landed quite hard on the ground. He lowered his head and parted Draco’s hair, checking for any bumps that might have formed. Harry grimaced when he found a red spot on the side of Draco’s head. When Harry looked back at Draco apologetically, Malfoy was still glaring at him.

“Have I mentioned that you’re bigger?” Draco growled; Harry blushed and rolled off Draco’s stomach. He propped himself up and smiled down at Draco.

“Does it hurt that bad?” Harry looked at the sore spot then back at Draco. “You want me to kiss it better?” Harry asked, a mischievous smile etched on his face.

“No, I thought of something better.” Draco sat up and pushed Harry back onto the floor. He hovered over the smaller teen, taking in great pleasure to find Harry squirming beneath him. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Draco asked.

Harry shook his head. “No?” Harry squeaked when Draco’s lowered his face closer. “I’m sorry! I kind of forgot… you know how I used to love tackling you to the ground when I was smaller…” Harry let out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t mean to make you get a bruise!”

Draco’s smile turned into a feral grin. He was looking down at Harry as if the brunet was his prey. Harry gulped and tried his best puppy eyes. Well, it worked when he was a toddler! It was worth a shot.

“Not going to work, Harry,” Draco smirked, “your huge, round eyes only make you look… much more edible.”

“Edible?!” Harry cried; he squirm a bit more under Draco’s weight. “Draco, please! I-I’m sor…HAH!” Harry started laughing uncontrollably when he felt fingers tickling him.

Instead of ‘eating’ Harry, Draco had snaked his hand between their bodies and was now skimming his fingers around Harry’s navel.

Potter’s ticklish spot.

“Stop… STOP!” Harry laughed; tears of mirth were making his eyes bright. “Alright! Alright! You win, Draco!” Harry tried to roll away but Draco had him pinned.

All this squirming and moving made Draco a bit… aroused. Of course, Harry was too busy laughing to notice it. Draco had to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning when Harry thrust his hips upward and into the blonde’s growing arousal. Malfoy shivered as a tingling sensation traveled up his spine; he begrudgingly pushed his body up and moved to sit next to the panting brunet. Harry blinked as the weight on top of his body disappeared; he looked up and found Draco staring down at him.

Harry sat up and pulled his school robes; Draco did the same thing, to cover up his problem.

“Well! I’m wide awake now,” Harry said, scooting closer to Draco, “and quite hungry.”

Draco let out a shocked laugh. “Even though you’re back to normal, you still think about food. You used to ask for food once you wake me up. It’s the first thing you did.” He turned and faced Harry, a soft smile forming on his face. “I was going to order some food, but then I heard someone crying out in pain so I came in here to investigate.”

Harry smiled sheepishly at Draco and bumped shoulders with the blond. “I fell asleep waiting for you, and as you can see—” Harry gestured over to the bed, “—the bed is still the size for a twelve year old. I rolled off and landed on the ground. It was a good thing Eddy cushioned my fall.”

“Ah, I see… Do you want to take Eddy now? Since… you know… I don’t know if we can even stay here anymore.” Draco scratched the side of his head absently. “I know how much you loved the bear, Harry. So… er… if you want, you can take it with you.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head; Draco opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he closed it. “Oh. It-it’s alright. If you don’t want it… I can… keep it.” Draco finished lamely; a faint blush decorated his cheeks.

“I don’t need Eddy anymore,” Harry whispered; he turned his head and moved until his lips were close to Draco’s ears. “I once said that I pretend Eddy was you when I go to sleep. Do you remember?”

Malfoy couldn’t get his mouth to work so all he did was nod. Harry let out a low chuckle; his warm breath danced across the shell of Draco’s ear.

“I want the real thing, not Eddy.” Harry nipped Draco’s earlobe, making the blond moan softly. “Do you understand, Draco? I want you, not some teddy bear, when I sleep. I want you to be with me.”

“You-you do?” Draco asked, his voice an octave higher.

‘Please Merlin! I’m not hearing things am I?’

Harry released the soft flesh and nuzzled Draco’s neck. “Mmm… I do. The question is: do you?”

HPDMHPDM

‘I think I’m dreaming… Yes, I’m dreaming. There is no way that Harry had just confessed he wants me.’ Draco thought while Harry continued to nuzzle his neck.

‘You’re an arse, you know that?’

‘Shut up. I didn’t ask for your opinion!’ Draco yelled at his own inner voice.

‘Pfft… You can’t make me shut up. Anyways, does it look like this is a dream? Harry’s here, isn’t he? Look, he’s right there, kissing your neck now.’

‘What!?’

“H-Harry?” Draco stammered and moved his head away from the brunet’s searching lips. “What are you doing?”

Harry looked at Draco through half-lidded eyes. “You were quiet for so long so I thought kissing you would bring you back,” Harry answered. “It seems that it worked.” Harry frowned when Malfoy blinked at him owlishly. “I just made a fool out of myself, didn’t I? Oh god, you don’t want… I-I… Oh god…” Harry stammered and pushed himself away from Draco. “I thought you wanted… I--”

Draco put his hand behind Harry’s head and pushed the smaller teen to his chest; he then wrapped his arms around the lean frame and nuzzled against Harry’s soft hair. A small squeak emitted from Harry’s mouth when Draco pressed a kiss on top of his head.

“You were rambling, Potter, so I thought doing this might stop you,” Draco smirked when Harry let out a huff, “it seems like it worked.”

“You’re a git,” Harry mumbled, his voice muffled by Draco’s chest. Harry struggled to look up at Draco; the blond loosened his hold and Harry had the chance to tilt his head up. “You-you want me? Please… tell me you do.”

“I do,” Draco whispered.

“You do…” Harry repeated; he moved closer to the blonde’s lips, drawn as if they were magnets.

Draco smirked and lowered them, just so that Harry didn’t have to strain his neck. Everything around them ceased to exist. The only thing in Draco and Harry’s eyes were each other’s face. Just a bit more…

Their lips met. It was soft; both were testing waters seeing how it was their first kiss. Harry closed his eyes and let Draco lead. The blond covered Harry’s lips, softly nipping at the bottom lip. Harry moaned and parted his mouth; the tip of Draco’s tongue pushed inside, meshing their lips together. Malfoy now had his arms around Harry, pulling the smaller teen closer to his body. He moved his head and kissed Harry’s jaw.

Potter, who had been enjoying the kiss, now had his hands behind Draco’s head, moving it until Draco’s face was in front of him. Harry licked his lips, smirked when he saw how Draco’s eyes followed the movement of his tongue. The green-eyed teen swooped in and started his assault. He nibbled Draco’s lips, making them red and swollen. Draco groaned and just let Harry have his way. His own hands swept down Harry’s waist; he parted Harry’s robes and lifted the shirt within. Draco was kneading the soft skin of Harry’s abdomen when…

A loud rumble disrupted them and they both moved back. Harry groaned in disappointment while Draco rolled his eyes. He grinned at Harry and went to rub the brunet’s toned abdomen. Harry’s stomach let out another growl.

“I guess you really are hungry,” Draco said; his lips quirked upward when Harry blushed. “Let’s go satisfy you stomach, shall we?”

Malfoy stood up gracefully and he offered his hand for Harry to take. Potter took the proffered hand and let Draco pull him up. He helped the brunet straighten out his robes.

“I think it’s too late to go to the Great Hall… You want to ask a house-elf to bring us something?” Harry asked.

Malfoy hummed in response while leading Harry out of the bedroom. “Harry… do you think Dumbledore will let us stay here?”

“I don’t know… We can ask him,” Harry answered. “Why?”

Draco cleared his throat; both teens sat down on the couch in the living room. Draco made himself comfortable and snuggled into Harry’s side. Potter sighed and wrapped an arm around Draco.

“Well, since we made it clear that we want each other…” Draco started tracing circles on Harry’s thighs, “I just want to be near you more… and I kind of miss having you around.” Draco shrugged when Harry chuckled at his confession. “You can’t blame me. I got used to having you run into my room and wake me up.”

“The only time I failed to wake you up was today,” Harry laughed. “And you say you already miss having me around? My my, Draco, it seems you really do love having me with you at all times.” Harry wiggled when Draco’s circling finger jabbed him in the belly.

“Hmm… So tell me, Harry, how long?” Draco asked; he was now making circles on Harry’s chest. Harry grunted and tried moving the blonde’s hand away; Draco batted at Harry’s hand and he smirked when Harry gave up and just let Draco do whatever he wanted. “How long have you fancied me?”

Harry mumbled something under his breath; Draco caught the word ‘year’ and that’s it. The blond then slapped Harry hard on the chest, making the latter cry out.

“What was that for?” Harry whined, rubbing his chest to sooth the sting. “I answered you. It’s your fault for having bad ears.” At Draco’s death glare, Harry sighed. “Two years, Draco. Because of my feelings for you, it explains why I acted the way I did when I was de-aged. It was because I do love you, not because you took care of my needs when I was a baby.”

“It’s been that long, eh?” Draco muttered. “And here I thought it would be hopeless.”

Harry smiled and put his chin on top of Draco’s head. “Nothing’s hopeless. I never acted upon my feelings because I thought you’ll hate me even more. The way we always fight with each other… I just thought it would be better if I didn’t say anything.” Harry took Draco’s hand and held it, linking their fingers together. “What are we now, Draco?”

“We’re two extremely hungry young teens that haven’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon,” Draco answered. “If we don’t get some food soon, we will die of starvation.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m serious here. Let’s not think about food… yet.” Harry smiled when Draco snorted. “Are we… together? Lovers?” Harry flushed at that word. “Boyfriends?” The brunet’s face turned an interesting shade of puce when Draco peered at him. “Well, if you want me to be your b-boyfriend…”

‘Am I stuttering? God, I’m pathetic… and I’m sure my face is as red as a tomato. I can feel it!’

“Potter, do you always stutter when you’re so… red?” Draco asked, amused. “You know, I think it’s very adorable when you get all flustered.”

“Oh shut up, Draco,” Harry muttered.

Draco put his left hand in front of his eyes and he checked his nails, as if to see if there was any dirt.

“Do you mind being seen with me?”

“What?” Harry asked, dumbfounded by the sudden question.

“I asked if you mind if people see us together, Potter,” Draco drawled in a bored tone.

“Why would I—Oh… Ohhhh.”

Right there and then, Draco wanted so much to slap Harry across the head for being so slow. But then again, it was one of those traits he liked about Potter. He was cute that way.

Haha.

“I don’t care what people think,” Harry frowned, “they should mind their own business anyway.”

“They will, but you are, after all, with a Malfoy.” Draco sat up and turned to face Harry. “I know they saw us together when you were de-aged. But now that you’re back to your old self, they will assume you hate me still.”

“I don’t give a rat’s arse about that,” Harry said easily. “Like you said before, I want to be with you as much as possible as well.” Harry cupped Draco’s face and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the blonde’s nose. “I’ll talk with Dumbledore about letting us keep the quarters… He’ll probably let us… He’s easy.” Harry then patted his stomach. “My stomach is about to eat itself… I need some nourishment.”

Draco scoffed and snapped his fingers; a house-elf appeared right before them, bowing so low that the tip of its nose touched the floor. Draco coughed and the elf looked up at them with golf ball sized eyes.

“What can Dipsy do for you sirs?” the elf squeaked.

“Bring us dinner, Dipsy. Whatever was for dinner tonight, bring it here,” Draco ordered. “As for drinks, I’ll have a glass of cold pumpkin juice and…” Draco turned to Harry.

“Can you bring me a cup of hot chocolate please, Dipsy?” Harry asked the elf.

“Of course, sirs! I is bringing you the foods right away!” The elf popped out in a puff of smoke.

HPDMHPDM

Hermione was pacing back and forth in the Gryffindor common room. Harry had disappeared for the entire afternoon. Sure, he told her that he was going to look for Draco, but just how long did it take to look for a person with bright, blond hair?

Hermione let out a small growl, her eyes darting to the entrance to the common room. She could always go to their private rooms and see if the boys were there… Determined, she threw down the book she was hugging onto an armchair and walked up to the portrait hole.

“I better not walk into something inappropriate when I get there…” Hermione muttered. She pushed the painting outward and stepped out into the hallway.

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“Oh man… I love Shepard’s pie!” Harry exclaimed through a mouthful. “Love how tender the lamb is… Then there’s the mashed potato filling…”

Draco smiled behind his glass and just watched as Harry gobbled up the rest of his pie. He had finished not too long ago; both of them were ravenous. The reason why Draco finished first was because Harry would groan at every bite, therefore taking time to finish the pie. Draco set his glass down and sat back; he stretching his back when someone knocked on the portrait.

Harry was in mid-bite when Draco stood up. “Who ish it?” Harry swallowed and drank his hot chocolate. “Does any of the Slytherins know where you were staying for the last two months?”

“No, I never told anybody. I made sure nobody followed us when we come back here after my classes.” Draco furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ll go check who’s at the portrait. It could be a professor or…” Draco opened the door and was met with a pair of angry blue eyes.

“What did you do to Harry, Malfoy!?”

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A/N: Waha! I just love doing this ;P Here’s another chapter for y’all! Hm… let’s see… Who has blue eyes? :D