The Memories That Linger

+ Chapter Three : Stace’s Apartment +

Harry paused, having a momentary flash back of the game and being on the ground. He could remember loosing the feelings in his legs and spectators and fans flooded from the fields to catch a glimpse of the fallen seeker. He couldn’t see them, but he could hear them and sense their presence. There was much shuffling, as what sounded like hundreds of feet were surrounding him, then everything went away.

“Are you alright, Harry?” Stace whispered quietly. Harry snapped back into reality, and looked at her softly, his expression switched from deep thought, to a smile. He nodded gently and looked out the window.

A door bell rang from down the hall.

Stace’s eyes widened to the size of small tennis balls as she stood up. She adjusted her skirt and tried to fix her hair. Harry’s eyes fell on her again, curiosity and wonder covering his face. Stace looked nervous.

“Harry, Draco Malfoy is here, you know who he is, right?” Harry nodded. “He’s in the Inner Circle, and he’s one of the most influential Death Eaters. Therefore, I am his girlfriend.”

Harry looked horrorstruck.

Stace caught on to his expression, shaking her head. “Let me phrase that better; I am playing as his girlfriend in order to try to breach the secret society and get information to pass along to The Order. Very risky, it is.”

The door bell rang again, this time more violently. Stace whimpered quietly and turned towards the door. “I will be back later; be as quiet as possible. I’m hoping he won’t be long.” Harry nodded and the bell rang again. She stepped out of the room and down the hall.

“If he hurts her, I’ll kill him.” Harry muttered, laying back down peacefully and watching the trees outside the window sway in the breeze. He fell asleep again, his mind wandering back to when times were happy.

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Stace appeared at the door and opened it; a very disgruntled Draco Malfoy stood there with the same sneer he’s had all his life. She put on a smile and opened the door wide enough for him to pass through. He stepped inside and looked around.

“I haven’t talked to you in a while, Love.” Draco said, his eyes darting to her. “A week, to be precise. I didn’t see you at the Quidditch game either.”

“I was working in the bar.” She said confidently. Draco nodded and walked towards the couch and plopped down, resting his feet on the spotless table top. He looked back at Stace who was hovering by the door. He smirked again, and motioned for her to sit down beside him. She bit the inside of her cheek and did so.

Malfoy wrapped his arm around Stace’s shoulder, running his snakelike tounge over his own lips seductively. He then stood up and pinned Stace down on the firm seating cushions and let his rough lips meet her neck.

“Mmm- Draco, stop.” Stace whispered halfway through a moan. Despite his personality and correlation to Dark Magic, he knew how to make a girl shiver and moan in delight.

Draco straddled her waist, pinning her arms down, his lips finding her own, forcing his tongue into her mouth, his giant hand holding both of her wrists while his other hand was free to wander her body. His hand slowly inched up her shirt. Stace shook her head and tried to shake him off of her.

“No, Draco. Not here.” She whispered quietly, and she felt an erection growing in his pant, the bulge pressing up against her petite body. Draco released her wrists and nearly ripped the green tank top off her body. He tossed it to the floor. With one quick hand movement, he removed her matching skirt the same way.

“Draco, I don’t want to do this!” Stace said exasperated, sitting up and reaching for her top that lay hopelessly out of reach. Draco was still sitting on her. And he was quite heavy; all muscle. Years of running to his father for every little thing agreed with him. Sort of.

Draco glared menacingly at Stace, who by now had given up on reaching her top and was currently trying to wiggle out from underneath him. He forced her back down on her back again, staring her in the eyes.

“We’ve been dating for six months you selfish bitch, when are you going to let me fuck you?” Draco spat rolling off of her. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom; I know where it is.”

He stood up and walked down the hall. Then it hit Stace; He was heading towards her room, the only bathroom in the apartment was a conjoined room with her own. Harry was in there. She stood up and rushed down the hall to stop Draco.

“Wait!” She called, skidding to a halt before he opened the door. He raised his brow as she panted to catch her breath.

“I’d do it, I’ll have sex with you.” she gasped quietly, balancing herself by her knees. “I’ll do it.”

“Not until I take a leak.” Draco snapped opening the door. Draco stopped in mid step, his cold gray eyes on Harry, the mangled body who was resting on the bed. Harry looked up, he had heard a commotion.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Draco shouted, rounding on Stace. She nervously retreated against the hall wall, her hand nervously searching for her wand that wasn’t with her. She was only in her bra and panties.

“Stace, what’s going on here?” Harry asked. Draco left the door and pinned Stace violently against the wall, the picture that hung beside her came crashing to the ground and the glass shattered.

Draco’s eyes changed from cold gray to fire, “Think you can cheat on me and get away with it you ungrateful bitch! And why him, of all people? Give him a pity fuck, did you?”

Stace tried to fight back, his grip crushing to bones in her wrists. “It’s not what you think, honestly!” she cried, squirming. Harry stared openmouthed him, he looked around hopelessly, grabbing the alarm clock off the bedside table and extracting it from the wall outlet.

“Hey, douche bag!” Harry called, Draco turned around and a split second after looking at Harry, his face collided with the alarm clock Harry had just thrown. Draco stood stunned, giving Stace long enough to push him off of her and run back down the hall. She jumped over the couch and pushed to table out of the way, reaching under and grabbing her skirt looking for her wand.

“Looking for this?” Draco sneered, holding up her wand and standing at the entrance to the living room. Stace dropped her skirt, and stared up at him in shock. He twirled it around his fingers.

She stood up and stepped back, stumbling over the upturned table and landing on her back. Draco stepped forward, with his same smirking stare as he always wears. But this one was looking more pleased.

He raised Stace’s wand and pointed it at her heart. She lay hopelessly as he called out the unforgivable curse.

“Avada Kadara!” He called, and a flash of green light filled the room.

But Stace wasn’t the one who fell. The spell had backfired, being it was her own wand. Wizards and Witches don’t do well with others’ wands. Draco clattered to the floor, a dead heap.

Stunned, was the fallen Stace. She stood up and nervously walked towards Draco, giving him a gently kick in the stomach; he didn’t move. She kneeled before him and grabbed her wand from his hand.

“Harry? Harry are you alright?” Stace called, hurrying down the hall. Harry was there alright, trying to get out of bed. She rushed over to him and untangled him from the mass of blankets.

“Are you alright?” They said together; Stace blushed. “I’m fine.”

“What happened?”

“Draco being the idiot he is tried to pull Avada Kadara on me and the spell backfired; he’s laying in a useless heap on the living room floor. Surprise, surprise. So he basically killed himself. That saved me a lot of time on memory modification.”

Harry look intently at Stace, his stomach churning over and over again inside his body. He massaged the blankets hopelessly, falling backwards and accidentally hitting his head against the wall. “Ouch.”

“Are you ok, Harry?”

He rubbed the spot where he hit, and smiled. “I’m fine. But I feel like an idiot for not helping you out there; I should have done something but instead I failed as a human. I’m such a fucking idiot!” he cried, banging his fists on his thighs.

“Harry, Harry! It’s ok, there wasn’t much you could have done. You’re disabled, remember? Don’t sweat on it” She winked.

“Stace, I have to tell you something, and it’s very important…”


A/N :

I love cliff hangers, don\'t you? Once the review count reaches 10, I shall update again.