Forsaken Memories

Chapter Five

Draco woke in a bed not his own to a fair amount of warmth pressed to his back. Figuring it was his loyal companion and best friend, he shifted, only to fully awaken when he felt a strong arm wrap tighter around his waist. Memories of the night past flooded back to his conscious mind bringing an celestial smile to his face and he turned over in his lovers embrace.

“You look good when you smile.” Harry said against Draco’s lips before pressing a soft kiss to them.

Draco laughed. “I look good anyways.” He said grinning.

“Hmm…oh yeah, you DEFINITELY look good.” Harry said moving his hands down Draco’s body. “You feel good too.” He said forming a trail of kisses where his hands had been only moments before.

Draco groaned as Harry’s mouth enclosed over his morning woody. The tight heat was almost too much for the blonde to take this early in the morning and it wasn’t long before Draco’s hands were wrapped tightly in Harry’s hair and he was begging for more pleasure bucking wildly. Harry hummed around the hard cock in his mouth, eyes looking up into Draco’s, showing sadistic enjoyment because of Draco’s pleasurable torture.

All too soon it was over for Draco who came into Harry’s mouth screaming his name for the entire house to hear. It took him a few minutes to calm down and breathe properly before he even realized he had his head resting on Harry’s shoulder with an arm comfortably draped over said brunettes waist.

Harry smirked. “Enjoyed that did you?” He asked.

Draco snorted. “I’d have to be deaf, blind, dumb and mad not to have enjoyed that.” He replied looking up at his lover, affection dancing through his eyes.

Harry only laughed and kissed the top of Draco’s head. His lips found the blondes and all too soon, two bodies were entangled together. Tongues swirled and twisted around one another and moans of want were released from passion filled bodies.

“Harry?” Jericho called from behind the bedroom door as she knocked loudly.

Harry growled under his breath at the interruption causing Draco to quietly snicker. “What Jer?” He called.

“Harry there are a couple people here to see you. I let them in and they are waiting for you in the living room. A girl with brown wavy hair and a tall red head. They said they knew you and figured out where you would go.” Jericho said.

“Shit.” Harry and Draco muttered at once.

Two minutes passed before Harry and Draco walked out of Harry’s room, fully dressed. Jericho looked very apologetic, making Harry smile and shake his head to tell her he wasn’t mad at her. The three made their way to the living room where both Harry and Draco stopped dead in their tracks at the entrance. There, surrounded by growling dogs and a very annoyed Blaise lining the wall, were the two people Harry never thought he would see again.

“Weasel, Mudblood, it’s so nice to see you here.” Draco said with an obvious underlying sarcastic tone. \'Now that you have soiled this house would you mind leaving so I can get back to shagging my boyfriend?\' Draco thought.

“Stuff it ferret. You don’t have any say in who comes in this house or not.” Ron answered.

“And I supposed you do?” Jericho asked before she snapped her jaw shut when Harry shot her a look that clearly asked her to stay silent.

“We have more right that he does. And who the bloody hell do you think you are? His mother? This is Harry\'s-” Ron was cut off before he got past Harry’s name.

“It’s Mr. Potter to you. Don’t you know it’s rude to use one’s first name when you aren’t their friend? Have you no manners? Surely your parents raised you better Weasley.” Harry asked glaring at the red head. His dogs all settled at his side, sitting on guard beside him and Draco, as if to protect them. \"And another thing, if you even THINK of even TALKING of my cousin and I\'ll kill you here and now.\" Harry added with a dangerous drawl.

“Let’s start with this then. Harry-” Hermione was cut off when he turned his cold, emotionless stare on her.

“I don’t think so Granger. The same goes for you. You showed me where your loyalties lay six years ago. You can start and end by leaving this house and not looking back. Ever.” Harry said.

Both Hermione and Ron looked completely shocked. They never expected Harry to act like this.

Harry could only laugh. “You don’t really think I would welcome you into my home after what happened six years ago do you?” He asked. He waited while the pair looked down at their feet in shame before continuing. “Didn’t think so. Now. Get. Out. Before I have to force you to.” He said spreading his hands to his dogs suggestively.

“Fine. Come on Ron. I know when I’m not needed.” Hermione said in a huff as she stood. Her sudden movement caused Lucifer to start growling, which in turn caused Draco to smirk.

“You were never wanted in the first place Mudblood.” Draco said before she left the living room. They were nearly to the door when Draco called out. “Say, Weasel, how’s your old bat of a mother? Is she still pining over that poor excuse of a mud blood lover you called a father?”

It only took a minute for Ron to return to the room and less than a second for him to lunge at Draco only to be blocked by Harry. Blinded by his rage, Ron turned on Harry, not realizing what a mistake he had made until he was flat on his back with five growling dogs hovering over him, all baring their teeth waiting to be told to attack.

Jericho called Chaos, Panic and Disorder back to her, gaining the attention of all but two with success. The other occupants of the room waited on baited breath as, one by one, all the dogs backed off of Ron with the exception of Mad Eye and Disorder. They was still planted on Ron’s chest, teeth dangerously close to his neck, growling.

“Mad Eye, Disorder come here to me.” Harry said gently. He smiled when the dogs obeyed. With an affectionate pat to their heads, his attention was turned back to Ron with a malicious glare etched into his features. “If you or that bitch ever step foot into this house again, I’ll have my dogs attack on sight. Is that clear?” He asked with enough venom laced into his words to make Salazar proud.

“Is. That. Clear?” Harry asked again.

“Perfectly.” Hermione answered quietly.

They both winced when the door slammed closed and a lock was put into place behind them.

“Well, that could have gone better.” Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione nodded numbly. It was all she could do to keep from crying. Even after six years, Harry still hated her.