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The Darkest of days the Coldest of Nights

By: Pane
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 4
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Memory relapses

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Harry and both Hogwarts girls had split up to find the prat. Harry still couldn’t figure out why he was even bothering. He knew sulking would not help his current situation, but how was he supposed to stop it? It was a mood he was in and usually his moods can last for hours.





He moved on foot farther down the halls of Hogwarts the feeling he and Hermione experience earlier that night was gone now. It only lasted the maximum of ten seconds. Harry could not stop a shiver from running down his spine though as he rounded a certain corner. Why was Hogwarts so eerie at night or did this just happened with him in general hmm. Something about the fourth level girls’ loo ringed in the back of his subconscious the ringing grew louder until he could no long ignore the bloody thing no more. Before, he had a chance to cease all actions he realized where his feet had taken him and now he was reaching for the handle of the fourth level girls’ loo and stepping inside the drafty spot.



‘How the bloody hell did I get here?’



Harry figured he must have had one of those reality relapses



While he had been contemplating why the halls were so eerie at night…



Moaning Myrtle gushed over in the heart the loo that high pitch shrill making the raven-haired boy want to back out of there swiftly as possible.



“Draco my darling,” she was hovering over and pile of black robes that lay at the edge of the drawn bath with rising pearl subs. Myrtle glanced at Harry then back at the bath.



“Draco is in there,” she dipped her hand into the water as if testing the temperature though she was partly see through and was a ghost, at that moment, she could passed as the living…



Soon it donned on him Malfoy was in there, and unless the prat was using some type of charm or gilly weed he was royally fucked. On nothing more that imposes Harry leaped into the subs filled tap water.





He thought he heard the ghost shrill again before he made contact with the bath water, but who knows. The water was chilly upon impact it felt like a hundreds of small needles prickle at his skin and it didn’t help that he couldn’t see worth a damn under there. He had two things going against him make that three loosing his round bifocals in the processes. The boy wonder popped his head up for a breath whipping soap from his face and eyelashes. Harry was having no such luck finding Malfoy and he could only hope that he would not be pulling up a frozen corpse.



He dunked back under the frigid water both hands brushing against flesh cold enough to rival ice. He took a firm grip wrapping both arms around Malfoy’s midsections and pulled him upwards. Instantly, the body beside him pressed closer trying to absorb the little warmth it was receiving he dragged Malfoy’s lifeless body to the ground the ash-blond stirred in Harry’s arms his eyes fluttering half open.



Jade met glazed mercury. What Harry had failed to realize was just how close Malfoy was getting and that loud moan that had emulated from deep within his throat was disturbing enough or was it the sheer fact that blonde’s moan had some type of reaction to a certain part of Harry’s anatomy. Malfoy lifted a hand brushing a finger across Harry’s flushed cheek, and then the unsuspected happened the Slytherin raised upward his cold lips clasping softly onto Harry’s in a chaste kiss…



“M-Malfoy”



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“Harry you’re doing it again…” Hermione attended for her voice to come out as a whisper but she hissed instead.





It had been three days since Harry found Draco naked, wet, and half conscious on the floor of the girls’ bathroom. She could only assume something must have happen in that time frame prior to her and Parkinson’s arrival, yet Harry denied anything had happened, Hermione sighed well whatever it was left her friend notably apprehensive, plus she caught him several times staring at the Slytherin table across the Great Hall. He hadn’t even touched his blueberry pancakes or slice turkey bacon either.



He stared back at her shock that he was discovered.



“What is Harry doing again?” not one to be left out of the loop Ron leaned forward so he could get a good look at Hermione since Harry was seated between the both of them.



“Nothing that concerns you Ronald” She stressed his giving name purposely her mood still acid towards him and another Gryffindor.



‘Hell holds no fury like a woman scorn’ Harry quoted cynically to himself.



“What’s your problem ‘Mione!” Ron’s freckles were more prominent as his face started to turn crimson.



“You are! Do I have to spell it out for you?” She slammed her hand down on the table gaining, curious Gryffindor’s nearby, watchful eyes.



Those two never gets dull that was for sure. Harry veered off to the Slytherin table once again. Was the prat play nonchalant about the whole kiss it just made Harry’s blood boil; he wouldn’t put it passed Malfoy to be faking the whole ordeal just out of amusement!



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Pansy offered her darling dragon some of her blue berry pancakes concern with his gaunt appearance. He skin was even paler to the point of making him seem ill and dark circles were forming under his eyes. Though his snobbery could show through any physical disadvantage he may have.





She was in awe how Malfoy personality was still able to shine through even at his worst. Something still bothered Draco was the fact that he could not remember what happened three days ago. He tried recalling the event plenty of times he even tried using a few spells, which were huge disappointments whatever had occurred his mind previously was determine in keeping him oblivious…



Draco slouched in his seat something that he himself did not think was capable of. He rested his head on the wooden top table going into a light doze. Pansy stared wide eyed at him even Zabini gawked. The Slytherin table broke out in murmurs.



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Sorry about the long update -_-; stuff just kept coming up like college finals…
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