Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

2: [Memory Loss 2] The L Word

"I'm sorry, Harry," Draco said when he broke the kiss and noticed that Harry was staring at him in puzzlement. He knew that he should not have done that, he should not have acted on his feelings so soon-all those confusing feelings that had sprung from inside of him during the past few days. But it had felt so right, the moment had been so perfect, just the two of them there ...

It had been impossible to hold back and prevent it from happening. He had lost himself in Harry's beautiful emerald-green eyes, and for a few seconds, he had imagined seeing some kind of desire in them. That illusion alone had been enough to make Draco lean in for the kiss.

But now, when it was too late to take it back, when it had already been done, he regretted it. He was jeopardising their entire friendship, and since Harry was his only real friend he could not afford to lose him. Not now that he had already cast his Malfoy-act aside to become a 'nice boy.'

"I shouldn't have done that, I ..."

But Draco was given no time to finish his sentence, because Harry pressed his lips to the blonde's and effectively silenced him. Draco could do nothing but give in. Plunging deep down into an emotional pit, he threw his arms around Harry's neck and desperately clung to the Gryffindor as if he feared that he would evaporate into thin air if he did not hold him fast.

Harry opened his mouth and taunted Draco's tongue into a hot, wet dance that was the most wonderful thing that Draco had ever experienced. He wanted it to last forever, but it ended ten or fifteen seconds later when he accidentally bit Harry's tongue.

Harry hastily withdrew. "Ow!" he said, and gently touched the sore spot on the tip of his tongue. His index finger came away tainted with bright artery blood.

"Sorry," Draco panted, slightly out of breath after their kissing.

"It's okay, it doesn't even hurt that much. It was just a reflex. Sorry."

"Why are you apologising?"

"For breaking the spell," Harry said enigmatically, his emerald eyes glinting mesmerizingly in the gloom of the secret room.

They just sat there watching each other for a few minutes; neither of them knew what to say about what had just happened. Suddenly, everything had changed between them. They had gone from being archenemies to being best friends in a matter of a fortnight, and now it seemed that they had reached yet another level in their relationship.

It was wonderful-all those emotions that gave him butterflies and made his heart speed like a racing horse-but kind of scary at the same time. However they decided to go on from there, one thing was sure; they could never go back to what they had been.

"I don't know if we-" Draco began.

"I think we should-" Harry said at the exact same time.

Blushing, they lowered their gazes and stared down into their laps.

"You go first," Harry offered.

Draco drew a deep breath for comfort. "I was just wondering ... where do we go on from here? I don't know if we can stay friends and pretend like this never happened. Hell, I don't want to pretend like it never happened-I loved every second of it. But-"

"I loved every second of it, too," Harry admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "That's what surprises me ... I mean, you're a guy, and I ... I just never thought of myself as ... well, gay ..."

"Do you think I ever thought of myself as gay?" Draco asked, and laughed heartily. "I'm a Malfoy, for crying out loud! Pride and power are the two building stones in a true Malfoy, and I go and fall in love with Harry Potter ..."