Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: I\'m sorry it took so long to get a chapter up. Life called. Lol. They wannted the Krazy to return to her normal life for a while to make an appearance here and there at least. So I\'m back now. Updates might be less with college now, but I\'ll do what I can not to. Depends on how much we have Rp\'d as well. ^_^

Disclaimer: See Introduction

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Severus grinned against Harry\'s throat, nipping the marks Draco had already left there, he honestly didn\'t care about upsetting the blonde because he knew that there wasn\'t much Draco could do about it. His hips rolled forward against the younger man\'s, arousal pressing against the small of Harry\'s back as he slid his palms down the younger man\'s thighs, shedding him of the pants.


Tears were beginning to slip from Harry\'s eyes as he tried to dig his nails into the wood of the desk, wishing it was his prof---wishing it was Snape\'s throat he was clawing into. A shiver ran along his whole body as the cool air hit him, and he fought to keep his mind from the even colder hands against his thighs. Determined to keep his forehead pressed harshly against the desk, eyes firmly focused on his eyelids and teeth clenched sharply against his lip to keep him from protesting, from begging Snape not to do it, to just give him the bloody potion. That was futile, he knew that already. Harry prayed that Snape had been waiting for his moment long enough that he\'d simply rush through it and hand along the potion--which Harry also prayed that said part of the deal would be kept as well and he wouldn\'t have to try to live with the fact that three Death Eather\'s had taken him...


Severus had no intention of actually fucking the boy, why? Especially when he had his own concubines to take care of that sort of thing. At least he knew where they\'d been. No, what he was after more than anything was Harry\'s fear and dispair, he wanted to be the one who finally broke the Golden Boy. He nipped at the nape of Harry\'s neck as his hips ground forward again, cool fingers crawling inwards from Harry\'s hip


Eyes trembling even as they were clenched closed, a thin line of blood ran off the side of his face to the desk from where his teeth were now imbedded in his lower lip. Chest rising and falling frantically, he was too panicked, desperate and afraid to move to even remember that if he screamed loud enough in his mind, Draco would hear him. Draco was on his mind, yes. About the only thing that was keeping Harry from lashing out at Snape and basically sealing a death wish. Even the memory and knowledge that he wouldn\'t be able to die now slipped his mind.


A quiet whimper and another tear and the salty taste of blood etched its way into Harry\'s mouth as he tried to pull his hips forward. Weak attempts to pull away, to crawl and beg for this not to happen. Yet when the disgusting fingers pried forward against his hips, Harry let a sob out, knowing he was trapped, but not wanting to accept it. As much as it had been his own doing.


Severus chuckled, even his breath was cool against Harry\'s throat as he nibbled again, nuzzling the hollow behind his ear before latching onto the shell, fingers curling suddenly and tightly around the younger man\'s shaft, his own hips grinding forward once more


Harry felt disgusted by it all, but he fely genuinely ill when he felt the strange teeth against the marks that his lover had made. Could he even call Draco that? Surely he could, he had to in his last moments of memory anyway. Draco was his lover. Whether Harry was Draco\'s, Harry didn\'t knoow, and he presumed not, which stung slightly.

Weak as he was from the magic he\'d managed to crackle out, Harry still cried out as pain shot through his ear, and his hips were assaulted from boths sides with grips and grinds.


Severus grinned still, tongue curling against the mark he\'d left, Draco would be furious of course, but that just made it all the better in his opinion, voice an almost warm murmur against Harry\'s neck, \"Something the matter?\"


Harry let a few more sobs out before forceably holding them back in the hollow of his throat, his grip on the top of the desk faultering. He had been trying to pull himself up and away, but his nails simply clawed and scraped roughly across the surface as his legs collapsed. A nail or three shredded against the wood. \"Are you quite...done?\" Harry hissed through clenched teeth. \"Just give...me the doggammed potion!\" Eyes still closed, Harry\'s body was slowly deciding to give in to the nothing that it wanted to be. Already he seemed dyslexic with his words and his head spun.


Severus chuckled softly, arm snaking around Harry\'s waist to hold him upright, a limp toy was just as good as one that fought back as far as he was concerned, and he was almost finished anyway. Almost. He nipped the younger man\'s ear once more, \"You should be more polite to those who are trying to help you.\"


\"And you...should keep your....hands off what\'s not yours....\" Harry seethed, half panting in exhaustion. He twisted in the grip and did what he could to slip from it, but him being very drained, and Snape being Merlin only knows how strong, Harry knew he wouldn\'t succeed. Draco...think about Draco. He loves you. Well, you love him if nothing else. Think of his touch, think of this morning! Think of those magical moments, and nothing else....nothi Harry jerked sharply, trying to get away from another of Snape\'s bites, tears streaking his face, blood seeping from the teeth imprints on his lower lip.


The continued defiance only caused Severus to chuckle again, hips grinding forward once more, brow arching down at the younger man as he twisted, \"Mm, you\'d rather see who\'s doing this then? Not pretend I\'m someone else?\"


Biting sharply on his lip again for a moment, forgetting the injury until the pain shot through his jaw, Harry\'s breathing had increased in anger, yet was slowly dying from lack of strength. \"I\'d rather...you get to...your bloody....purpose so I can...get my....fucking...potion...\" No, he didn\'t want to look Snape anywhere near in the eye. Yes, he wanted to pretend it was Draco, but he knew better. Their touches were too different for him to pretend. Their smells were different. Draco\'s was intoxicating whereas Snape\'s was simply toxic.


Snape\'s smile was slow, far too predatory as he dipped into a hungry kiss, teeth tugging at Harry\'s lower lip, tongue fluttering across the torn spot as he ground his hips forward once more.


Harry\'s hands weakly pushed at Snape as he tried to pull away, the desk digging into his side as when he attempted to twist away, he\'d been caught sideways firmly and now couldn\'t move at all. A whimper and groan of a noise escaped from the boy\'s throat as tears slid to melt the dried blood away as the harsh lips smothered his own. Throat choking up, it prevented Harry from the wave of nausea that was washing over him from the taste and the feel of being ground against. a few of his fingertips were covered in blood fromt he nail being ripped off in attempts to pry himself away, and those hands were now back clawing at the wood in hopes of it working this time. He wanted to be rid of this dark and dank place and back int he strong musk of vanilla and cinnamon. Even if he didn\'t remember loving that person, that smell.


Severus snickered, finally drawing away, letting Harry slide to the floor as he tucked himself back into his pants. He held a vial out to the younger man a moment later, \"I\'d suggest you drink it now, before your white knight shows up and tells you not to.\"


Harry sunk to the ground immediately, head sinking to the cool dungeon floors and fresh blood pooling from his lip and nails from scraping against the desk as he collapsed. He was shaking and trembling. Honestly, he had no idea whether to trust Snape anymore. What if it was a poison? And was that honestly all he had wanted as payment? Hadn\'t he been about to rape him? Not that he\'d complain or bring it up, mind you.

Reaching with two shaky hands, Harry managed to get ahold of the vial nearly dropping it twice. Collapsing against the desk, Harry\'s puffy eyes parted loosely trying to see what he was doing, his sobs finally echoing in his throat and his whole being shaking and trembling. He hesitated now when he was uncorking the vial. What if it is poison...?


What would be the point of poisoning him really? Since that would in turn effect the Dark Lord, and therefore Severus. He never did anything that wasn\'t in his own best interests. He arched a brow, arms folding across his chest as he watched the younger man, \"Do you need help with it?\"


Shaking his head a bit so his hair danced across his hung head, Harry felt the doubts begin to rise in his chest. In his gut, his mind. His heart. Was this truely the best way? Shouldn\'t he be able to work things out like a proper muggle? He\'d lived with them for years, had he not? Maybe if he could just talk to Draco...then--

Making an angry face at himself, and with sheer determination the vial was uncorked, and gulped down in one motion, cork flung to the fire. Head tilted back, and the bitter potion weaving down his throat as he swallowed, Harry felt frozen for a moment, unable to move.


Severus smiled slowly, honestly he hadn\'t thought the boy had it in him really. It wouldn\'t take long for the potion to take effect, only a few moments, a minute at most.

Though of course, that was when Draco very nearly kicked down the door, wand levelled at Severus\' chest.


Unfreezing, Harry whipped around to stare at Draco\'s outine in the door, and he immediately pushed himself to his feet to go towards him, smiling weakly. \"Dra--\"

The vial dropped from Harry\'s hand as his eyes suddenly glazed over and his jaw remained open from the unfinished plea to his lover. His body spasmed once before he swayed forward, hands reaching out to find something to stabalize himself with, only to collapse. Looking as if he was screaming, yet had no voice, the brunette\'s fingers shot to his chest. He coughed violently, trying to cover his mouth as blood horked its way up. Then, within a minute, Harry had collapsed to his side and seemed to be trying to pry out all of his hair as if they were the silvery penseive strands and by pulling it all out was the way to rid the memories.


Severus\' brow was arched cooly, just watching Draco caught between wanting to curse Severus into oblivion, and wanting to help Harry.

The blonde growled, realizing after a moment that it was already too late to help Harry he shot a vicious sounding hex at the potions master, picking Harry up as gently as he could, smoothing his hair back with one hand as he swept from the room, carrying the other man against his chest.


It took the physical touch and restraint to keep Harry from actually tearing any hair actually from his head, and when he finally had stopped, he coughed once more. More blood. Finally his voice as he croaked a shriek of pain out, back arching in pain as his hands pulled at fistfulls of his raven locks. The shriek lasted barely twenty seconds, but it had been shrill, sharp and seemed as if Harry was letting out all his endured pain from the years in a single gush.

As the sharp tone echoed the halls, Harry collapsed unconscious into Draco\'s arms.


Draco winced at the sound, nearly dropping the other man with the need to cover his own ears to block it out, though before he could manage, it stopped and Harry became dead weight. He growled, hefting the other man once more and simply apperating home, tucking him in and giving the houselves strict instructions on what to do should he wake, before going to the suit of armor as he\'d been instructed, retreiving the pillowcase full of memories.


Merely out for a few minutes, Harry woke with a start, bolting upright and looking around frantically. His eyes were wide, and he couldn\'t figure out why he felt so weak. Then he realized he couldn\'t figure out where he was. Or who he was. Or why his lip was bleeding, or why his head hurt so much, why his throat was hoarse and sore.


Cookie was the first one to check on him, she squealed, stuffing both her ears in her mouth, trying to remember what it was Draco had told them, \"Good afternoon misterHarrysir.\" Chewing at her ear again, brow furrowed in thought, \"The Master will return shortly. uh....\" More ear chewing, and finally, \"Would you like a cookie?\"


Harry yelped at the appearance of this strange, small....thing. In a panic, he grabbed the pillow and pillowcase and swung it at her, terrified. \"I\'m dreaming...this is a dream...this must be my house and I\'m dreaming...\" He kept swinging the pillowcase, backing up off the bed, eyes wide. What sort of...thing...would look like that??


She squealed and darted out of reach, this hadn\'t been covered in the \'what to do if he wakes up\' instructions, so she simply vanished with a pop.

Luckily it wasn\'t long before Draco returned, carrying the clinking pillowcase.


Successfully backing himself into a corner, Harry held the pillow at the ready, staring in disbelief at the spot where that...thing had simply vanished. This assured him that this was a dream. Upon hearing the clinking, the pillow defense turned to the doorway, the green eyes almost wide in a crazed sort of way now. He laughed slightly, jabbing the pillow out into the air briefly. \"Y-you can\'t fool me! I know this is a dream!! I...some weird mutant just disappeared and now you\'re here to rob me!! Well---well go ahead! Take everything! I don\'t know what there is to take, but I\'m sure it\'ll be enough for you! Besides, this is only a dream, so I\'ll still have everything when I wake up! Nothing will be missing! And I\'ll...I\'ll laugh and tell this to my wife and dog!!\" he blurted the words out rapidly. It wasn\'t until the \'dog\' that he suddenly realized he didn\'t even know how old he was. He sounded old, but...how much?


Draco simply arched a brow, waiting for Harry to wind himself down before edging into the room, \"Harry. Relax please. Go ahead and think this is all a dream if that makes it any easier.\"


Harry? What kind of name is that? Surely not mine!! \"Harry? I don\'t know who you\'re talking to, butmy name is Rafael!\" he stated promptly. He attempted to jab the pillow out again, but the realization of how weak he was, for whatever reason, slammed into him and he slid against the corner to the ground.


Draco\'s brow arched, this was certainly unexpected, but it didn\'t matter much, \"Alright then Rafael, I want you to take these,\" He held out the pillowcase, \"And drink them. In order please, they\'re numbered.\"


Looking up from his newfound spot on the floor, Rafael looked at Draco in an accusatory way. \"Why should I?\" He took the pillowcase and peered inside, taking out one of the oddly shaped vials and swirling the mercury like substance around. Uncorking it, he smelled it, then eyed it closely and suspiciously. Though the bottle was clearly labelled ONE.


Draco waited, then shrugged, \"Because it\'ll do you good.\" That was the best answer he could come up with at the moment.


Swirling the vial still slowly, Rafael\'s head tilted back against the corner of the wall as the pillowcase of vials sat on the pillow in his lap. \"Who are you?\"


He smiled slightly, shrugging one shoulder, \"Call me whatever you want.\" He perched on the edge of the bed, keeping the same distance between them.


\"How about I call you \'get off my bed and leave me alone\'?\" the boy snarled, purposefully slowly tilting the vial so the contents spilled out. Mocking surprise for a moment, Rafael quickly sneered and glared, then tossed the vial away, watching it shatter and the remains of it\'s contents slide away to the walls.


Draco growled softly, wand flicked free from his sleeve, leveled at the man\'s chest, \"It\'s my bed for one, and do that again and I\'ll force them down your throat myself.\"


An eyebrow rose as the apparently skilled movement. \"Impressive, but I doubt a stick will help you any,\" he snorted, rummaging for the second vial. Surfacing in triumph with it, he made a mocking face--mouth open, head tilted up and eyes fixed on Draco--as he uncorked it, and slowly began to tilt it in the same manor.


It was a simple charm really, the barest swish and flick to snatch the bottle from the man\'s fingers, catching tha tilted drop in the process. He growled as he surged forward, planting himself firmly across \'Rafael\'s\' legs, strong fingers curling against the man\'s jaw, holding his mouth open and upending the vial into it


Freezing at the enchantment, the boy yelped as he suddenly found another ontop of him and he moved to smash something against him, but before he could grab something, he was being forced to part his clenched teeth and a chilled liquid was running down his throat.

Eyes glazing over, Rafael suddenly found himself hovering, somehow, over a large field that seemed as if a sport was going on. He watched as a boy on a broom swerved this way and that, then shot into the air after something glittery. Narrowing his eyes, he spotted dark figures surrounding the boy and closing in on him.


The air became colder and he began to shiver. He watched from a distance as the boy did a flip to avoid one, but then he was surrounded. Then suddenly the kid was falling from his broom with the flying black sheets chasing him closely.

With a jerk, he was back in the corner, heart racing and eyes wide, unglazed and breathing panicked. \"What the bloody hell was that?!\" Alright, so he determined he was British. This was a start.


Draco\'s brow arched, keeping Rafael pinned, \"Memory. Your memory you bloody stupid git.\"


\"My....my... How?? How do I know you? Who are you? What were t hose things? What\'s going on? Why did it seem like I was right there again?!\" Oh, he had questions now...but he still had rather no intention on having another of those vile....memories.


Draco had finally managed to get ahold of number three, uncorking it with his teeth so he could catch hold of Rafael\'s jaw again, stronger than he seemed, especially now that he was so determined.


Trying to avoid the grip, Rafael soon found himself caught again and choking down another frozen liquid and being jolted into another area.

There was no distinction to any of it. He felt as if he was walking around a smudged or defaced painting. He saw blurrs of dragon\'s flying around, saw a flicker of a golden...shape. Saw people facing the dragons and shouting things, with those silly sticks. Suddenly he saw a lake, a flash of a mermaid? People tied and dead at the bottom of it. And suddenly he saw a maze, an object in the middle with what seemed to be a trophy. The prize? All of this blurred together, nothing was definite and even the people were blurred.

Rafael coughed, shivering as he was snapped back to the knowledge of someone sitting on him.


Draco was ready with the next memory, not even giving the other man a chance to recover before he was tipping it down his throat


Bloodied fingers pushed at Draco, trying to get him away, but soon fell limpy to his side as his eyes glazed over and he fell into another memory.

The first thing Rafael could see was bodies laying everywhere. There was a castle in the background. He knew royalty? Spinning around, he saw that same boy, battered and weak by the looks of it, running towards the castle. Jogging after him cautiously, he took in the vast amount of beams that seemed to be shooting every which way. Colors everywhere. Green lazers whizzing by him, then a person would fall.


Dodging the lazers, Rafael froze when he saw five cloaked figures all point their little sticks at the boy who was now crouched behind a statue. Beams shot from all of them, and the boy fell to the ground. Then he floated, and they all wandered off. Something was said about \'Master will be pleased\'?

Coughing at the cold in his throat, Rafael\'s mind was spinning. What had happened to that boy? Was he alright? Where was he? Who were those people??


Draco\'s jaw was set, not letting Harry recover between except to catch his breath, tipping the next memory down his throat. It was easier than a pensieve, and this way he\'d keep them, they were part of him after all, even if he had erased everything else.


\"St--\" He fell limp again, being rushed back into another world.

The first thing Rafael noticed was the blonde he knew to be sitting on his lap, sprawled on a couch lazily, smirking. Then he noticed that same boy, though clad much differently now, on his knees beside the couch and slowly toying with the man\'s zipper. Staring almost wide eyed at this, he couldn\'t help but watch. \'Don\'t tease...\' the boy had whispered.

\'Was I teasing? I didn\'t think I was.\' The blonde reclined more into the couch. The boy stepped closer, and sat beside the blonde, tucking his legs beneath him. Then he was kissing the pale neck as his arms encircled the blonde as his fingers were running through the boy\'s dark locks. Then the boy straddled the blonde and nipped at his neck as the other held him loosely, their hips grinding together. Parting, the young man panted, \'I couldn\'t take it anymore...I can\'t...resist. Merlin...Draco you\'re so bloody hot..\' So the blonde\'s name was Draco.

Feeling a cough rising in his throat, Rafael fought it to hear the answer. \'Don\'t lie to me--\' The cough cut off the end, but he didn\'t mind. Nor did the boy. He simply replied he wasn\'t and ground their hips some more. With a court nod and \'Very well,\' spoken pointedly from the--from Draco, the boy quickly moved to un-pants the blonde and take him into his mouth.

Then the image blurred to a dark room, the boy tied and restrained in the middle of it, naked. Draco had shaved the boy, and now seemed to be toying with a cock ring. Rafael swallowed as he watched the blonde dip to his knees, unlatch the ring with his tongue, and completely devour the kid to everyones pleasure.

Just as the boy cried out, \'D....D-Dra...aco...\' and bucked into the blonde\'s mouth, Rafael was jolted back into the reality and felt his cheeks grow hot upon remembering who the man on his lap was, and what he\'d just seen. Alright...so...I\'m....gay?


Rafael pondered as he felt the desire inside him from what he\'d seen.


Draco swallowed reflexively, the next memory already waiting, just watching the reactions across the other man\'s face, letting Harry catch his breath again before tipping the vial into his mouth.


Shivering a bit from the chilled liquids he was being forced to drink, his eyes glazed over again as he fell victim to another vision...or memory.

He was in the same room he\'d previously been in, walls lined with shelves and racks. The boy was pulling against a leash attatched to his neck. Draco leaned closer to him and whispered, yet Rafael could hear every word. \'Take a good look Harry. We\'ll be going over these. One. At. A. Time. You\'ll learn to love them. Or you\'ll constantly hate them and this will be what breaks--\' The words got muffled there, but Rafael supposed it just said \'you\'. Or something. \'Though, I think you\'ll learn to love it.\'

Rafael almost wishede he had time to groan quietly at those words before he was snapped back, but he didn\'t. Something about all these seemed to be hitting him somehow, but he had no idea why.


Draco was hoping that this was working, honestly he didn\'t know what else to do, once again letting the other man catch his breath before the next memory was given to him.


The time incriments to recover seemed to be getting shorter, or perhaps that\'s simply what Rafael thought, but he was getting nauseous from all the spinning, jerking and what not that was going on, going around.

This time he was thrown into one of the most unpleasant scenes he\'d ever seen. A boy--Harry?--was kneeling on a tile floor, arms stretched above him and restrained by the porcelin of the tub. If it was the same boy, he was barely recognizeable. Blood was spilled everywhere, gashes, cuts, scraps and holes bleed everywhere. Rafael winced himself when he saw the gaping gash across the boy\'s cock that seemed like an attemp to get rid of the length. By whom he didn\'t know. Nothing was recognizeable.

Blood was the color of his skin, nothing else. Perhaps blue and white in some spots. But there was somone else, a man a bit older perchance than the boy, naked and smirking behind the other.

Unable to pull himself from the memory himself, Rafael spent the next fifteen minutes wretching his guts into a bin, trying not to look at the scene before him, but unable to look away. He didn\'t understand how the boy could be so strong. It was obvious that this man wanted Harry to say something, but he wouldn\'t. He was shocked when the boy flipped comments at him, and when he lashed out with physical attempts to free himself, and was crushed to see it not work.

Wincing when the boy\'s head was cracked against the tub, wondering who else was in the room, knowing there was someone else, but the names were blurred as were the images.

Tears spilled his face as he finally saw the man rip into the boy and his shrieks echoed in the bathroom. As he was forced to watch the rest of the rape, right until the man pulled out, claiming Harry not to be important enough to recieve his seed. Tears never once stopped flowing and when he was jerked free from the horrid scene, they were still there.


Draco\'s breathing had shallowed, he knew what the memories were, and he could feel the echoes of them glancing off the other man, he was having trouble keeping himself together at that point but he administered the next memory all the same.


Barely even conscious long enough to swallow the new memory, Rafael collapsed and was shot into a much more blissful scene.

They were in the same bedroom as he actually was, which threw his mind off on perception as to what was going on. He knew he was sitting in that corner with Draco forcing frozen cold liquids down his throat, but instead, there was the boy with Draco kissing him softly, taking tender care in penetrating him and obviouly fighting to keep from just going at it. Draco must have known the boy was raped, because he was taking such precious time to ease the boy, to allow him to enjoy it to the fullest as well.

Wiping his tears, Rafael felt a swell of happiness inside him when Draco finally succeeded in assuring the boy enough to develop a steady pace.

Rafael suddenly wondered if these were memories, where was he? There was the boy, then Draco...was he always simply watching in the corner? That was a bit creepy. Though he could definitely see why he would. He was having trouble--a lot of trouble--watching and not...doing anything. He breathed a sigh of relief when the boys climaxed rather beautifully together. \'Dun wanna move...\'

Rafael was ripped from the scene mid-chuckle at that line when he was slammed back into the frozen body that was pinned beneath Draco.


Draco swallowed hard again, unable to resist nuzzling Harry\'s jaw a moment, knowing it was going to be bruised from more than just his fingers. He uncorked the next vial, holding it to the other man\'s lips, urging him silently to take it on his own.


Head spinning and wondering why his eyes fluttered at the touch, he tried his hardest to resist the vial, but soon the liquid was tricking into his stomach and the ice was creeping through his veins once more. Rafael wondered if they ever ended when he was plunged into yet another scene.

There was the boy, Harry, simply sitting there in a beautiful garden. At least, it seemed like it should be beautiful. It was all rather dead right then. He began to speak. \'Where do I start? Well, Cookie, she\'s a house elf here at the Castle. She\'s one of the many, but she\'s one of the one\'s I\'ve had more of a chance to spend time with and talk to. She works in the kitchen\'s and is mostly in charge of desserts. She makes the most wonderful array of cheesecakes. \'

Rafael looked around, looking for who Harry was talking to. Also, he seemed to be swaying, and his speech was almost slow and slurred. This wasn\'t good. He tried to touch the boy, but couldn\'t. No reaction at all. \'Her desserts really are the best. Try them, especially the cheesecakes. She\'s also helped me out with clothing around here when Draco hasn\'t given me a specific outfit to wear. Cookie has a good sense of style she does, even if Draco does tell her beforehand what to pick out. \' Harry sat down carefully and ran a hand through his hair, closng his eyes for a long period of time before forcing them open again.

\'I think I\'m safe to say that you don\'t know who I am, who you are, or what all this means to you. In truth, I am you---or you\'re me. Depends how you...look at it. This is your memory. Your name is Harry. I assume you\'ve met Draco by now. The gorgeous blonde you\'ve seen in other memories, and hopefully in reality as well.\' The boy\'s head fell and he looked like he was straining to sit upright. \'I love Draco with all my heart, and I know I never really...got a chance to show him that, and that is the purpose of this memory for you. I desperately hope that you--I---still love Draco, and that he still treats you the same as he did me. I...want that relationship to continue, and I want you to try to show Draco how much I loved....love him. C-Cookie...she knows an outfit that Draco was, I suppose, planning for me to wear. I would like to wear that for him, and do anything else that I can for him. He\'s...given me more than anyone else has, and I need to show him how much I appreciate that. I--\'

Harry coughed, doubling over for a moment at the intesity before glancing at the tall clock int he background. \'I don\'t have time to say much more. I have an appointment to attend. Please...I can\'t even...begin to express how happy I am with him and it tears me apart to think that I might not remember that. On that note...I discovered someone\'s going to give you--me--a potion to erase everything, and I\'m doing what I can to preserve my memories, but this is the best I can do. Take care of my prince for me, please. Let him love you, it\'s the most wonderful thing.\'

With the boy standing, the vision fritzed and Rafael found himself back in the bedroom with this blonde on his lap.


Draco was chewing the inside of his lip again, once again just waiting for a reaction, some flicker of recognition, anything.


Rafael\'s eyes darted back and forth between Draco\'s silver ones. \"I...and you...we...? But I...how...who...but then...\" Fragments of his thoughts popped out as his eyes lowered to close and focus. \"I-I\'m....Harry?\" he whispered. This was all too much. His brain was swimming. He was shaking violently due tot he chill of the eight potions forced down his throat, yet hot from the body atop of him. His head sunk back against the wall. \"I...\" He had no idea what to say.


Draco just nodded at the half question and the almost question. Not really sure what to say himself at that moment, wand resting in his fingers again he gently pressed it to the other man\'s temple, murmuring a deep sleep charm, hoping that a good long rest would help.


A strong attempt was made to shove Draco away as he saw this stick he kept seeing everywhere raise to his head. He\'d seen it do horrid things in those memories, and it struck a nerve. But even as he shoved the blonde in fear, he could feel a tingling warmth settle throughout him and the cold slowly melted away with his consciousness. The green eyes fell closed and he sagged against the wall, finally looking peaceful for a moment.


Draco swallowed hard, wand tucked away again as he hoisted the other man easily, a fleeting kiss pressed to his temple, tucking him into the bed.


Stirring a bit at the kiss, maybe even a deep sign of recognition, Raf--Harry settled into the comfort and turned motionless. His eyes didn\'t even bother to flit around anxiously beneath the lids as they had frantically during each memory.

Draco sighed heavily, once again giving the houselves strict instructions on what to do if he should wake, swinging his cloak back on before striding to the dungeons, walking so that he could get himself worked up before facing Severus again.


Severus remained still and calm as he had been when Draco burst through the door, wand squared at him. Of course, this was also because he\'d been stupefied into the one spot. He\'d never seen Draco so angry, nor had any of his spells ever been this strong. He simply couldn\'t break from it, or call out--mind or mouth. So he simply waited for it to wear, or the Death Eater to return.


Draco\'s fury had returned by the time he arrived back in the dungeons. He squared his shoulders, the door still open from his previous kicking it in, \"What the hell did you think you were doing Snape?\"


Oh, surnames now. Severus would have been more than happy to comply and answer, but given his bound and frozen state, he could do nothing but blink as he saw the blonde enter his chambers again.


Draco\'s brow was still arched, though he realized a moment later what was happening. He smiled slowly, the smile was devious and more than a little evil, \"I could do anything to you right now and no one would know. Your word against mine.\"


Could he have scoffed, he would have. Severus knew he was still higher than Draco, and always would be. Besides, despite having seen the teen kill numerous people and torture them, he still doubted he had any sense of creativity on his own tortures. He\'d usually been told what to do to the victims and how to kill them. His eyebrow twitched in his attempt to say \'do your worst\'.


If he was so high above Draco, why did Draco get Harry and Severus didn\'t? He circled the man, finally lashing out a sudden, sharp, kick to his hip.


Severus\' eyes followed the teen as he circled the best they could, being the only part he could control or move. With the kick to his hip, his knee buckled at the force and basically pushed him into a one-knee kneel. His old hip was sadly his weakest point, but there was nothing to show that to the angered Death Eater. His face remained calm and composed even under the binding spell preventing him from moving or speaking himself.


Draco\'s smile was just this side of sadistic really, another sharp kick to the other side, bringing Severus to his knees, pale fingers curling through the older man\'s hair, yanking his head back, \"What, were, you doing?\" If he realized how feircely protective he was being of Harry, he probably would have backed down. But he didn\'t realize it, not yet at any rate.


Severus pushed against the jinx, using all the training from his years, but he was honestly impressed with the Malfoy\'s use of an immobilization curse. However, he was still unable to answer, and found it amusing that Draco was clouded enough not to notice his own jinx was still in the works. He definately would have to mention to their Lord how attatched Draco seemed to be, and highly suggest that Potter be put into the care of himself. To prevent Draco from being too distracted to follow his orders properly of course.


Draco growled, a low, almost completely animal sound, yanking Severus\' head forward as he swung his knee up into the man\'s nose, leaving it at that, turning on his heel, voice an icy calm, \"Touch him again, and it\'ll be the last thing you do.\" With that, he was gone, apperating back to his own rooms.


It was only a mere moment or ten after Draco disappeared with a crack that the jinx wore off. He made his way to his feet, composing his trembles from his hip and felt his nose tenderly. Sweeping from his chamber, Severus made his way to Tom\'s private Chambers and knocked once, then three times, then once more. This was his own knock so Tom know who it was.


Tom was, at that particular moment, busy with one of his own pets, and had it been anyone else, he would\'ve told them to sod off. As it was, he sighed heavily, fingers trailing through the tightly braided hair of the young man who\'s head was in his lap, \"Don\'t you stop for anything.\" He murmured before flicking his wand towards the door, opening it, \"Come in Severus.\"


Opening the door as cooly as he could, Severus stood straight and normal as he normally did in Tom\'s presence, though his hips were screaming at him and his face was dripping with blood by now. \"Mahter--I wes to speach to you.\" His nose proved to make it ifficult to talk properly and this annoyed him, but he did his best.


Tom\'s brow arched, then he sighed, flicking his fingers dismissively towards his washroom, \"Get yourself cleaned up Severus. Honestly.\"


Sweeping down only a bit to bow, he disappeared into the washroom to emerge a few moments later. \"There ib--is a matter with Dayco---Draco that I must address, Sir.\" He had apparently practiced speech in the washroom as well.


Tom\'s brow arched, still lounging in his chair, one leg hooked over the shoulder of his newest pet, fingers trailing through the young man\'s hair again, \"What is it?\"


Bowing again deeply, his apology for interupting his Master at such a moment. \"It seems that Young Malfoy is becoming more than attatched to his pet. I fear that it is clouding his judgement, and that he may not be taking our case as seriously anymore. Perhaps young Potter should be transferred to someone else m\'lord? Someone who knows his goals and keeps them in view firstly at all times?\"


Tom smirked faintly, \"I\'ve told you before Severus, you can\'t have the boy.\" He ruffled his fingers against his new pet\'s head once more, \"You\'re welcome to borrow this one however, once I\'ve finished with him for today. He does so enjoy being useful.\"


Severus hid the scowl on his face when he stood upwards again, cursing his hip for nearly giving out. \"I understand, I thought I\'d try. But I honestly do believe that sir Malfoy is too attatched to Potter. I think perhaps you should take him back and relieve Draco of that duty. He\'s getting viciously posessive and I do not believe that he is focused on our duties anymore sir.\"


Tom tilted his head just slightly, brow arching, \"And just what duties is he shirking Severus? It isn\'t as if he\'s missed meetings or failed to complete assignments.\"


\"I know he hasn\'t Master, but I\'ve been a professor here for years, and I know that aura around them. There\'s something much too strong there, and I fear it may waver his beliefs and trust in us.\" He was actually at a fault for real words. How could Tom not see the threat that this could be? How dangerous?


Honestly it was because Draco had been Tom\'s pet, and he still had a soft spot for, and a blind spot to, the blonde and his actions, \"As soon as something happens, I will be sure to inform you Severus.\" It was a calm reminder of who was really in charge. A faint, almost throaty sound then, jaw tightening a moment to regain control of himself, fingers kneading against the nape of his pet\'s neck, \"Now if you\'ll excuse me, I\'ve more pressing matters to attend.\"


Severus bowed again, then slipped from the door, retreating back to his chambers for a potion forhis nose and hips. THey stung. He silently cursed Tom for being so blind, but could do nothing more.

Harry was still laying in the same position as before, dead asleep in the dimly lit room.


Draco paced the room when he returned, movements silent, as if he were little more than a ghost really, back and forth and back and forth, chewing the corner of his lip, why did Harry always have to be so recklessly stupid? How the bloody hell was he going to fix this?


It was hours later that the figure finally stirred at all, stretching, sitting up, then looking around. It took a moment for the confusion to fade from his face as the newly aquired memories settled into his mind once more. He was positive this was his room though...


Draco had settled into the chair by then, head in his hand, just waiting.


Raf--Harry looked around, then saw Draco. \"Was that...everything...that was all...me? I...how could I watch myself? What are those sticks everyone has??\" He was trying desperately not to spurt out questions millions at a time.


He blinked up at the voice, \"Yes, it was all you.\" A pause then, \"I\'m not really sure how you managed to remove the memories without a wand, those are the sticks.\"


\"Wand...? Like...sorcerer style?\" His head tilted a bit, trying to spot the---wand the other had used on him hours ago to look at it. It didn\'t make sense. A piece of wood??


He blinked, \"Like Wizards, yes.\" A pause then, \"You are a wizard Harry, or you were before you obliviated your memory.\"


\"I...I what?\" He paused, confused. \"But...that last thing...memory I suppose...said that someone was planning on doing this to me...giving me something. A...a potion?\" He was very confused now. Did this \'memory\' lie to him? If so, why would he want to forget his life?


He nodded, sighing, \"You asked him to.\" He shook his head, \"I don\'t know why, perhaps I never will.\" He sounded more tired than he had in years, ever even.


\"But....why would I want such a thing? Why would I want to forget....how many years of life? How old am I? Where am I? How do I know you? Who did I ask? I\'ll ask him to give it all back, I don\'t want to feel like this empty shell! Why didn\'t you stop me if there was something between us? Did you not know? Care? I don\'t understand, why would I do this?!\" Harry was seething, almost hissing through his teeth. \"I want to know what the bloody hell\'s going on!!\" In fact--Harry had hissed that, but he didn\'t notice.


Draco\'s brow arched, just slightly at the tone, \"As I said, I\'ve no idea why you\'d want to forget. You\'re twenty two, same as me, you\'re in what was once Hogwarts Castle and is now the home of the Dark Lord Voldemort and his followers, you were given to me as spoils of war, you asked Severus Snape, who won\'t be able to give it back, potions only work on way and I didn\'t stop you because you ran off to be a bloody fool the same as you always do without telling anyone.\" Draco\'s voice hadn\'t risen, though it had gotten a good deal more intense, on the edge of his own snapping point.


Harry flung the covers from atop of him. \"How did I ever like you?! I don\'t see it! How can you be the person I\'m supposed to be so madly in love with that I want to remember how much I love you and do everything int his world to make you feel as good as I once did apparently?! How did I even begin to like you in the first place; you\'re too calm about all of this and one would think that if someone you loved just erased their memory somehow that you\'d be the slightest bit concerned and I\'m yelling at you and I wonder if memory includes feelings because I just want to devour you so badly right now!!\" Harry\'s eyes were locked on Draco\'s, and when he realized what he\'d just said, he shifted t hem. \"And of course I have no idea where that came from.\"


Draco shook his head, having closed the space between them in one easy movement, his skin cool against the heat of Harry\'s, it had been altogether too much stress in one day, he needed to feed, and badly. Badly enough apparently that Harry was picking up on it, \"I am concerned Harry, because I don\'t know what I did to push you away, especially if you love me as madly as you claim, as madly as you believe.\"


He had noticed that he felt strange, but he took this as being ill from the frozen...whatever they were he\'d been forced down. His jaw hurt, but that wasn\'t very much on his mind. \"Neither do I...I--I wish I did. I don\'t know. M-maybe it wasn\'t really you? Maybe something happened to me that you don\'t know? When I went home or something?\" Oh how ignorant he truely was about everything. He rubbed the side and back of his neck nervously, trying to remember anything. He didn\'t realize that this was also making the nerves more sensitive and bringing blood to the surface.


Draco shook him, just once, \"This is your home Harry. Here. With me. There\'s nowhere else that you could have gone.\" He flicked the pendant, thumping it against the hollow of the other man\'s throat, \"You, are, mine.\"


Brows furrowing at the flick, his fingers went to find the clasp on whatever was at his neck. He wanted to see it. \"Yours? Excuse me, I\'m not some toy here. And why do I live with you already? Isn\'t there some law saying you need to be bonded for that? Are we bonded? I don\'t see a ring--is this my \'ring\'? How long have we been together? How long have I lived with you? When did I meet you? Where? How?\"


His brow arched cooly, hunger making him more edgy than normal, \"You are mine Harry, I\'ve already said you were given to me as spoils of war.\" He smiled, an almost wry twist at the corner of his mouth, \"And you are bound to me as such.\"


Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Harry\'s elbows found his knees, and his face found his hands. Sighing heavily, he tried to pry his mind to find anything that was his, any memory, thought, feeling, action. He wanted to cry, but didn\'t feel like it. He wanted to scream yet he wanted to curl into a hold--or perhaps the covers would suffice--and disappear.


Draco was already struggling with not simply pouncing the other man and bleeding him dry caught Harry\'s arm, one of them at least, fingers tracing along the faintly purple veins beneath the skin.


Rolling his head lazily to the side to watch this in amusement, he wondered what it was about skin that fascinated anyone. It was soft and soothing yet could be harsh and demanding. All of which he knew Draco could be already. He let his eyes fall closed as he fought another pair of tears wedging it\'s way out. He simply wanted to remember. Make things normal. There was such thing as normal--right?


Draco swallowed hard, fingers curling against the crook of Harry\'s elbow, cool against the other man\'s skin, head dipping to nuzzle at the warm inside of Harry\'s wrist, eyes gone heavy-lidded in something close to bliss


Harry managed a sound close to a humm as his eyes parted only just to watch this. Why was he allowing this so easily? Why was something nagging at him to tell him he best let Draco do as he pleased? Why was he examining the delicious curves in the blonde\'s face and lips? Did the feelings maybe actually stay? He smiled softly at the nuzzle though, finding himself sitting up again and his other hand raking through Draco\'s hair smoothly.


He angled his head up into the almost petting, something like a cat arching into petting even though it\'s eating. His fingers curled tight against the crook of Harry\'s elbow and his hand, finally biting down, quick as a striking snake, as always, teeth sharp enough that it wouldn\'t even be a sting, just the gentle pressure and the languidity that came with being fed from.


Despite watching the blonde intently, Harry didn\'t notice the change in him. Jumping and trying to rip his arm away he suddenly realized that the fictional characters weren\'t so fictional anymore. His fingers that had been gliding through the blonde strands curled in a short attempt to pull him away, but soon fell from Draco completely as his eyes fell closed and a quiet exhale shook from him.


Draco didn\'t even flinch at the hairpulling, fingers locked against Harry\'s arm to keep him from pulling away and causing himself any sort of damage. He did growl softly however, a warning more than anything, his own emotions calming as he fed, tension fading from his form. He drew away finally, swallowing reflexively and licking at the marks he\'d left, letting them close, breathing still ragged around the edges.


Jaw trembling in confusion as to whether he should just sink back to the bed, yell, or run, Harry left his eyes closed as he shook a bit from the intensity of that feeling. Yet it seemed so familiar it was odd. When he finally opened his eyes to look at Draco because of his ragged breaths, he expected to see gashed along his arm, bleeding. There wasn\'t. \"But--huh?\"


Draco swallowed hard, finally blinking up, meeting Harry\'s eyes, hand curled over the other man\'s wrist, just gentle pressure against the spot he\'d bitten previously, \"You don\'t remember any of it?\" He sighed heavily then, sitting back and sweeping a hand through his hair, shaking his head, \"This is how we\'re bound. At this point I honestly need you to survive.\"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Responses To Reviews on This Chapter

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

slychick25877
OMG i cried! Its so sad! Please Continue!!!!!!!!! OMG please save Harry let him and Draco be together. *begs*

*pats* You keep begging hon, but it won\'t change, or make me keep whatever decision I have. ^_^ Heehee.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


fel al
dark2kyo@yahoo.com
Poor Harry. Does he ever regain his lost memories?

Not telling. Mwahaha. Actually, I don\'t know. ^_^

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


thrnbrooke
He smashed the first memory. There\'s too many holes. Why did the foolish man do that? I need chapter 36!

Holes? What holes? I need chapter 36 too. *hugz*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


ura
Yeah! You finally update the story!

Crazy Harry, always rushes in like a fool.

Snape should be punished more.

I agree. Snape=EVIL!! lol

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Nextvictim
Harry is so retarded... is there really a way to get him unretarded again?

Umm...*isn\'t sure what to make of that comment*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


anonymous
WOW.... ALL I CAN REALLY SAY. I have been reading this fic like mad trying to finish it. Since the chapters are long it has taken quite awhile, taking me away from my own fic that i\'m writing on a different site. LOL. This chapter was so sad. Poor Harry. Will Draco find a way for Harry\'s memory\'s to be returned or at least most of it? I really hope so. Harry seems so lost and confused, but then again you can\'t really blame him. I would be too if all my memories were gone Why couldn\'t Draco stop him in time. I want to cry. . BAD SEV, he knew that he would never get harry. Why do that to him. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Update soon please i need to know what happens, i\'m dying to know what happens. I was never a patient person. Good Story.

XD I suppose that\'s funny that I made you stop yours---but go finish! I\'m sure your fans will be waiting with red carpet!! Draco couldn\'t stop him in time because that\'s what Jedi decided. ^_^ I\'ve become oddly patient with this all lately. ^_^ Heehee.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


emma
hey this was such a sad chapter i never thought harry would really take the potion. will he get his memories back?

I honestly wasn\'t sure whether he\'d take it for the longest time either. I was like.. \"can I even imagine what it would be like to have no memory, never mind to be HARRY in a WIZARDING world with the SEXIEST thing EVER looking over you constantly?\" Then I was like--we\'ll see how it goes. XD

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Rayven
Rayvenfire2005@aol.com
Oh My God! Update soon! I\'ll die if you don\'t. This is the best D/s and Draco/Harry fiction I have ever read. Each chapter captivated me and got better and better as the story continued. The sex scenes were orgasmic. I throughly enjoyed every one of them. I cannot wait for the next chapter. Will this harry fall in love with draco? One question, Is this years after the war or months after the war, I don\'t understand the timeframe completely, has Voldie taken control of the whole wizarding world? Otherwise I love this story! You\'re a great writer....Thanks.

*grins* I thought that it was in this chapter, but I suppose it\'s the next. Harry and Draco are....twenty-two I believe. The war (in my head at least--who knows about Jedi....XD) happened seventh year. So, Harry\'s been captured for about...five years befor ebeing handed to Draco? I\'m not sure. lol.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*