Don't you remember ~ Drarry fanfiction

~4~

*Smut warning*

It's not that I only love his body. I also love his personality. If you don't know him, you might think he's an asshole, which he's pretending to be. But he is actually very caring. And adorable, and smart. His body is just a big advantage.

Hermione apparated us to a forest and while she made an magical barrier, Ron and I pitched the tent in silence. After my sudden outburst of crying, we were silent the whole time. I didn't told them why I was crying, and they asked me a few times, but then gave up. A few hours later I just lied to them that I was worried about the Weasleys, and about Lupin and Tonks and Luna and all the other guests that were at the wedding. Except maybe Muriel, Ron's great aunt. How could she talk about Dumbledore like that?! Again my thoughts were drawn back to Draco. Draco also hated Dumbledore. Or did he just pretend? Suddenly I realized that I didn't knew so much about Draco. I thought I knew him, but he didn't told me anything about his family, or why he was acting like a totally different Draco when I was not with him. What if that asshole Draco was the real Draco? What if he was just pretending to be my boyfriend? I shook my head to erase this horrible fault. Draco wasn't like that. I knew when he was lying. I saw it in his eyes. He had one hand movement that he always did when he was lying. He always bent his thumb. One time, Draco stole my favorite pair of shoes because he wanted to show them to his friends, and when I asked where my shoes were, he bent his thumb and said that he didn't knew. That was the moment I discovered that he was lying. I remember getting mad at him for stealing my shoes. If I ever was mad at him, it wasn't for long. His naughty grin always made me forget everything that was going on in that moment. I always hated that. I hated it that he could control me like that. He had me in his grip, and he knew it. He still controls me. Without even knowing.

'Harry, are you feeling better already?' Hermione asked.

'What? Oh... yes yes I am feeling better, thank you.' I lied to her, again.

'The tent is ready to be used.' Ron said while opening the tent door. He throwed our stuff inside, which only includes Hermione's handbag, and then literally throwed himself inside. Hermione let out a small grin and I smiled a little. We were both still not recovered from what just had happened an hour ago.

When we all sat down in the tent, making it comfortable for ourselves, Hermione lit a candle in a glass with her wand and we all sat down in a circle. Hermione had her blanket wrapped around her and stared at the flame. Ron had put his Christmas sweater on and didn't stare at the flame, but at Hermione. She didn't notice. I turned my back to Ron and Hermione and unbuttoned my blouse. I changed my clothes and put my pajamas on. I usually don't sleep in pajamas, but when it gets cold, pajamas are very warm and cozy. That's the reason I brought it with me. Ron and Hermione think I bought it somewhere, but I actually got it from Draco. It's a dark green shirt with dark green, soft trousers. When he gave it to me, he said that the color matched with my eyes. He even wrote a little message at the label. It says:

"For my handsome sexgod, I'd rather see you without this, but I thought it was cute."

Luckily the label is at the back, so I can't stare at it all day.

I wake up from my thoughts and I realize that Ron said something.

'I'm sorry what did you say?'

'I said.. maybe why could do truth or dare.'

'Why?' Hermione asked. 'I'd rather read something right now, or sleep. Oh and we also need to discuss the plan for tomorrow. We can't stay here forever.'

'I thought just a game to free your mind.' He shrugs.

'I would not call it that.' I answered. Why would truth or dare free your mind? It's stressful because everyone has secrets and with this game it's either lie to your closest friends, or tell your biggest secrets. Both options are not things that "free your mind". I did the game I think two times with Draco. It was fun and we mostly asked naughty questions and dares to each other like: "What do you think of my body?" or "I dare you to not moan for a minute."