Never A Memory

~A Cruel Game~



The next morning...

~*~



When Harry first opened his eyes some fifteen hours later and did not immediately see Draco lying next to him, Harry panicked and sat straight up, blinking the sleep from his eyes and flicking his eyes around madly.



"Potter," Draco murmured to his left. "I am here."



Harry twisted in the sheets and saw Draco reclined in a chair, looking over the rim of a scroll he had retrieved from the library, no doubt, and watching Harry carefully, his face unreadable.



Draco offered half a smile. "You've been sleeping since yesterday. How are you feeling?"



"Why the fuck did you do that?" Harry snapped, his eyes suddenly going bright and almost fevered, and Harry freed himself from the sheets and went to stand over Draco and his chair. "You scared me to death, Malfoy!"



"I was trying to prove a point."



"What point?!"



"Did you feel it?"



Harry blinked at him, wanting to scream and shout about his incredible stupidity but rendered speechless because the question caught him off guard.



"When I was dying," Draco said quietly, lowering the scroll and setting it aside. "Did you feel it?"



Harry looked to the side, remembering the weakness in his limbs and the inexplicable dizziness.



"Yes," Harry said.



"I needed you to understand," Draco said so softly, Harry could barely here him, though his gray eyes spoke in loud volumes. "We're in this together, you and I; whether we like it or not."



Harry's mouth fell slack for a moment before his anger exploded. "COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST--"



"Told you?" Draco interrupted calmly. "I did try, if you recall. But, alas, people don't fucking listen."



Harry snapped his jaw closed and pressed his lips into a thin line, staring back at Draco incredulously. "You must figure out less extreme ways of getting things accomplished, Malfoy," Harry said finally. "You cannot slit your wrist every time we have an argument."



Draco stood, Harry already so close that the action caused their bodies to be mere inches apart. Harry breathed in and tried to classify Draco's scent. It was a sharp, clean smell...accompanied by something else sweet and exotic. Draco smelled like forbidden things, and Harry's heart beat faster for it.



Draco reached up and placed a finger beneath Harry's chin, forcing Harry to meet his gaze. Frustration and the residual murmur of worry swam beneath the surface of Harry's emerald green orbs and Draco was amazed, mesmerized by the meaning behind Harry's gaze. "Such concern for my welfare," Draco whispered.



"I really shouldn't," Harry muttered to himself before craning his neck and pressing his lips against Draco's, lacing his fingers into the hair at the base of Draco's neck.



Draco answered almost immediately, clutching at Harry's shirt collar and moaning as Harry's tongue swept into his mouth. Harry's lips moved over his in an almost professional manner, and his limbs quivered with restraint until Draco pulled back slightly to run his teeth along Harry's lower lip. Then, with an animalistic growl, Harry dug his fingers deeper into Draco's hair and yanked violently, using the leverage to plunder Draco's mouth savagely. Overwhelmed by Harry's sudden spike of passion, Draco succumbed to a shivering thing in the young Auror's arms, moaning as Harry's tongue seemed to be everywhere in his mouth at once.



Suddenly, Harry clutched Draco's shoulders, turned him, and pushed him gently onto the bed. Eager fingers reached up and pulled Harry down atop him, and Harry allowed himself a guttural moan as his hardening prick pressed against Draco's. Watching Harry's lids flutter closed over his passion-streaked eyes, Draco marveled at how free and beautiful Harry looked when he let himself surrender to his desires, wondering how many people were able to see him this way.



Draco gasped when Harry shifted and then pressed back against him, the friction of their two lengths rubbing against one another sending shivers up and down Draco's spine and he arched into it, throwing his head back. Draco wrapped the sheets around him in his fingers, waiting for the next surge of Harry's hips against his, but it never came. Draco looked up at his tormentor through the haze of his desire, seeing Harry gazing down at him with the same questioning restraint that had began the kiss.



"We can't--"



"Oh, no," Draco mocked softly, grabbing Harry's shirt and pulling him down, flush against his body, and grazing his teeth along Harry's jaw-line and nipping at the lobe of his ear. "We can't, we shouldn't, we mustn't," Draco whispered against Harry's ear before running his tongue along the lobe and pulling it gently into his mouth with his teeth.



Harry groaned, the muscles of his arms on either side of Draco quivering as he fought to keep himself from completely collapsing on top of the Malfoy heir.



"But we are," Draco whispered, spreading his ministries down the side of Harry's throat. Harry's neck arched into the touch and he moved his head to the side as Draco placed warm kisses down the length of his throat and the jut of his collarbone, undoing Harry's shirt-buttons as he went. "And doesn't it feel wonderful?"



Harry thrust his hips against Draco's in answer, beginning a slow steady rhythm, and Draco buried his face into Harry's now bare chest, lost in the sensation of friction building between them and the heat pooling in their stomachs. Harry dipped his head, spreading small, quiet kisses over Draco's face, and Draco nearly wept at the savage tenderness of it all.



Draco lifted his face; arching his body as close to Harry's as possible and allowed Harry to move his mouth over his once again. Harry's searching fingers sought and found the lower hem of Draco's shirt, lifting it slightly and slipping his hand underneath. Draco shivered against Harry's touch as his hand moved up and over Draco's stomach and chest, gasping against Harry's mouth when his fingers found and gently twisted a nipple before moving on, finding a new place to torment.



Harry's thrusting hips steadily began to gather speed, the friction between their groins making their erections nearly unbearable, and Draco began to lose focus on meeting Harry's kiss, lost in the sensations shooting up his spine and the stars bursting behind his closed lids.



Harry ran his tongue down the flesh of Draco's throat, allowing him to lose himself in the storm of his impending orgasm, and kept lowering his kisses, keeping the pace of his thrusts against Draco as steady as possible, it suddenly very important to Harry that Draco come, and when he reached the collar of Draco's black silk shirt, Harry all but ripped it open and Draco smiled hazily. Harry dipped his head once again and latched on to one small pink nipple, lapping at it with his tongue in tantalizing circle-like motions before biting down and then smoothing over the sting with a swipe of his tongue, earning small mewling noises from the back of Draco's throat as Harry sped up his thrusting pace to an almost frantic speed.



Suddenly, Draco clutched violently at Harry's arms, digging his fingers painfully into the skin, as the storm of his impending orgasm began to take shape within the churning heat in his stomach. Draco's eyes went dark with surprise and passion as he stared up at Harry. Harry watched, his intense gaze doing more for Draco than his hips were, as the body beneath him tightened like a bowstring and Draco's eyes lost their focus. Then, meeting Harry's thrusts in four jerky, final movements, Draco groaned loudly, his orgasm overwhelming him, and finally collapsed against the sheets beneath Harry's fascinated, intense gaze.



Without a word, Harry moved to the side and laid next to Draco, waiting patiently for him to catch his breath and re-gather his wits. When Draco finally looked back at him, his eyes were almost dreamy and a slow smile curved his lips.



Harry took in a deep breath, his eyes sharp and knowing. "That was your first orgasm, wasn't it?" Harry asked softly.



Draco chuckled. "No," Draco answered. "It was my first with another person, granted, but not my first altogether. My own hand does wonders, I'll have you know."



Harry groaned and flung his arm over his hands.



Draco raised a brow, not entirely in the mood for Harry's dramatics. "What?"



"You're seriously a virgin, mate?" Harry clarified under his arm.



Draco frowned. "I was making a potion to save your arse in the Chinese wilderness when you and everyone else was a having their first shag, Potter," Draco said heatedly.



Harry moved his arm and looked back at Draco. "Have I ever thanked you for that?"



"What?" Draco asked, confused. "Your first shag?"



"No," Harry whispered, the intensity of his sudden vulnerability nearly blinding Draco. "For saving my life."



Draco looked away, that nameless thing behind Harry's eyes too much to bear directly. "No...but I don't want you to."



Harry tenderly touched Draco's face, urging him to look back at him. "You need to hear it, Draco."



At hearing his first name fall from Harry's lips, Draco’s surprised gray eyes lifted back to Harry's green gaze.



"Thank you," Harry murmured.



Anything Draco would have said died on his lips and he moved forward abruptly and kissed Harry passionately, trying to push away the fright of his own vulnerability that suddenly bubbled up inside of him.



A pop sounded by the door and they both jumped. Draco sat up and sent a withering glare Slightly's direction and the house elf shrank back, wringing her hands.



"Slightly is here to ask Harry Potter if he would like breakfast like Master told her," Slightly squeaked. "Master did say so."



"That's all right, Slightly," Harry responded kindly, putting a restraining hand on Draco's elbow. "I'm not--"



Draco suddenly whirled on him. "If you say you're not hungry, Merlin save me, I'm going to hex you into the next world! You need to eat; especially after last night. Why don't you ever eat?"



Taken aback, Harry's eyes widened and flickered to the nervous house elf by the door. "I'll...have some eggs, Slightly. Hard boiled, if you please. Thank you."



Slightly nodded vigorously before popping back out of the room.



Harry stood and walked into the bathroom, and even though it was cleaned of any traces of blood, Harry still had traces of Draco's dried blood on his skin. Harry turned on the faucet of the sink and watched as the steam from the hot water fogged up the mirror. Slipping out of his shirt, Harry discarded it on the floor and began scrubbing the flaky, dried blood from his hands and arms. Draco moved into the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe.



"What about you?" Draco asked, his eyes laughing again in that insufferable way.



Harry looked over a muscled shoulder. "What?"



Draco gestured casually with a flick of his wrist and Harry glanced down at his still unbelievably hard erection pressing against the front of his pants. Harry shrugged. "When it concerns you, Malfoy, I am quite certain I've withstood worse."



Draco smirked and moved forward, turning off the faucet and placing himself between Harry and the sink. "Come now, Potter," Draco murmured, deliberately unzipping Harry's trousers and sliding his hand inside. "I find I like it better when you call me Draco. What must I do to have you call me Draco?"



Harry twitched when Draco closed his fingers around his aching shaft and began to move his hand torturously up and down the silky, hard length. "That," Harry gasped, pressing his face into the crook between Draco's neck and shoulder, the muscles in his neck suddenly turned to liquid.



"Oh?" Draco teased, running his thumb over the head's slit and using the oozing pre-cum as a bit of lubricant as he continued to work Harry's straining phallus. "So say it."



"Draco," Harry murmured against Draco's shoulder.



"Hmm?" Draco murmured against a cruel smile, a smile that was only Draco, as he moved to the base of Harry's cock and squeezed, kissing the exposed side of Harry's neck.



"Draco!" Harry gasped, clutching Draco's shoulders.



Draco tugged harder and reached up with his free hand to lift Harry's face to meet his in an animalistic kiss. Draco pulled Harry's lower lip onto his mouth with his teeth and sucked on it before releasing it and pushing his tongue past the young Auror's swollen lips. "Again," Draco whispered.



"Draco," Harry breathed against Draco's mouth and Draco twisted his wrist around Harry's cock, now quivering against Draco's skilled hand. Draco reached lower and cupped Harry's balls, fondling them slightly before pressing two fingers against that sensitive spot behind them. Harry cried out against Draco mouth and Draco bit down on Harry's lip when Harry arched against him and began moving his hips to meet the movements of Draco’s hand.



"Draco..."



Draco pulled even faster, working the length, twisting and adding pressure, until Harry was moving against his hand so erratically; it was stirring his own groin back to life.



"Come for me, Harry. That's it..."



Harry came with a shout, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and shivering as the residual spasms of his orgasm shook his body. Draco held him close, rocking him slowly. "Shh, I've got you. I've got you."



When Harry finally calmed and raised his eyes to Draco's, he brought up a finger and traced the line of Draco's jaw before pressing a small kiss to Draco's lips. Draco smirked when Harry pulled away. "Now let's get you cleaned up. You really are filthy."



Harry rolled his eyes and reached passed him to turn the faucet back on. "Real cute, Malfoy. You sure know how to ruin a moment."



"No worse than you, I must say."



"You were right; your hand does work wonders."



Draco laughed. "Um, by the way, where the hell are you sleeping?"



"The study."



"Well, now, that just won't do."



~*~





a/n: Honestly, guys, I hadn't expected this chapter to turn out so...like it did. I just go where my fingers and muses tell me. I liked it when it was finished and so I didn't re-write it. And, well, its what you guys have been pestering me for and I'd be a fool not listen, lol. Thanx for reading!



HPDMkawii: Yeah, its a WIP so I try to work on it a little each day. I utterly despise having to wait a week for 2k update for a story I'm really digging, and you guys have been so encouraging! Frequent updates are the least I can do. Thanx for your review!



Graballz: Whoa, ha ha, thank you! I'm sorry to hear you aren't feeling well! I hope you're doing better soon and glad I could afford a little reprieve! Yeah, ripping up the file transfer was a big deal for me to write. Harry has his moments of self-doubt, but in the end, he usually follows his heart, even when everything else is telling him not to and to just give up. Personally, that's what I love about Harry Potter.



I have a close friend whose son drowned in his swimming pool after having a seizure and we call him Superman now because he swooped in the pool, got his son out, and gave him mouth to mouth, without knowing CPR, until his son began breathing again. Now, when he tells the story, the most powerful part is when he says, "I wasn't thinking about 'Oh, my God, my kid's gonna die' I was screaming 'Breathe, goddamit! Breathe!' and pounding on his chest. My son dying wasn't an option and when the nurse looked at me in awe and said 'I can't believe you did that' I said 'Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? Let him die? Never gonna happen.'"



I thought about that when I wrote that segment. Harry Potter would never sit there and cry over it, like Slightly did, he would spring into action and handle it, whatever it took. And for them, the merging of their magic through the Horcrux Scar makes all sorts of things possible.



Oooooh, yes, as you read, the groundwork is definitely laid. Thanx for your review!



Jan: Definitely took your advice in here. It really did feel more natural than to egg it on a little more. Fuck now, feel bad later, lol. Thanx for your review!



Wizli: Thank you! And take a little credit, man; it was your brilliant advice! I definitely know what you mean. Funny, actually, because I had to stare at a pic of Daniel Radcliffe without the glasses or the scar (because, coincidentally, he has neither in here) for about twenty minutes before I felt I could get in his head and swim around a little bit. I agree that it doesn't feel like Harry is completely alienated from the readers anymore, and that's a very good thing. Thanx again!



Draco's temper really does flare big, lol. I figure if I had to live a secret life and suddenly didn't have to anymore because my rebellious nature kicked in, everyone I care about eventually gets offed because of it, I am not trusted by anyone and no one will listen to me because they think I'm some evil prick...and all that...I dunno, I would probably have a short fuse to a pile of TNT too. Lol, yeah, they're finally in bed. Ha! And, believe it or not, I am going to name and explain what exactly 'the cracking energy thingie' connection between them is. Later, of course, but I will.



Eh, its good to deal. No worries. Were you the author of "Learning Life Over"? I loved that story!!!!!!! I did, man; the flying scenes were so descriptive I felt like I was watching the whole thing!



Thanx for your review and I hope you enjoyed the update!



Lissagal99: *ducks* Sorry! I hope you enjoyed the update and thanx for your review!



Thrnbrooke: lol, yup, anguish. Draco knows he's digging himself a whole. Thanx for your review!



Jien: Thank you!



Dark_Samira: Oh, no! @_@, a stick? Really? Hmm...maybe I could use that...

Anyoo, hope you enjoyed the update! And thank you for your review!



Zypher: Dearie, I'm actually partial to German Chocolate; so there. Thank you! And I hope you enjoyed the review!



Until next time! And I'm out!