Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

7: [As Dark as It Gets 1] Re-Acquaintance

He was not kidding when he suggested that they 'try out this bed'; as soon as Harry had consented to the idea, Draco pressed his lips against Harry's so hard it almost hurt. Bearing his near-to-death-experience and the fact that they had lost more than a month to Draco's amnesia in mind, it was not hard to understand why Draco was so eager to unite their bodies anew.

Harry opened his mouth and seized the blonde's playful tongue with his own. Draco desperately clung to him as if he expected him to evaporate the second he dared to let go; his fingertips were boring into Harry's shoulder blades.

The blonde moaned pleadingly, urging him on, and Harry responded by moving his lips to Draco's ear, nibbling at his earlobe, playfully biting down on the blonde's nape, leaving behind marks of his love.

He explored every wonderful inch of his lover's body anew, for he had gone without it for so long, so long ... Gently, aware of his lover's every move and sound and careful not to hurt him, he began to unbutton Draco's shirt while tracing the line of his jaw with his tongue; he knew Draco loved that.

The blonde gasped and tensed beneath him, unconsciously lifting both his chin and his crotch in lustful welcome.

Harry placed his hands on Draco's bare chest, marvelling over the firmness of his muscles, then he bent down and teased Draco with fleeting kisses from neck to waist, painting intricate patterns on pale skin with the tip of his tongue; skin on skin, burning.

Draco meowled and seized Harry by the shoulders and pulled him back up in order to kiss him. Then, with his lips pressed close to Harry's ear, he whispered, "Please don't ever leave me, please don't ever leave me ..."

To prove to Draco that he was not intending to break the promise that he made two years previously, he kissed him and caressed his cheek. Draco pushed his crotch up again, making Harry painfully aware of his lover's erection, and with all his might, he managed to summon enough brainpower to remember how to unzip his trousers. He made taking off the trousers a teasing game for Draco's pleasure and furthermore shrugged out of his own pair.

Now only a thin layer of cotton separated them from each other, a thin layer that was easily discarded of.

"Harry ..." Draco was sighing, "please ..."

Harry steadied himself, his eyes on Draco-always on Draco-and pushed inside him. Draco let out a short shriek of gratitude and anticipation and tightened his grip on Harry's shoulders.

As Harry moved inside him, he watched the blonde as he arched and thrashed beneath him, his eyes closed and focused on his inner world of pleasure. Then, like clockwork, Draco opened his silvery eyes and locked gazes with Harry. A lightning wave of burning desire washed over Harry, even greater than what he had thought was possible, and he began to move faster, faster.

Draco followed his movements in perfect synchrony, rising to receive every thrust with a strange smile forming on his lips. His silver blonde hair created a sort of halo around his flushed face. The smile widened when Draco suddenly began to tremble, and he threw his head back making louder and louder noises, breathing faster, faster, faster ...

Harry knew that he was close now-Merlin, he could not hold it in much longer ...

"Harry! Harry! Ha ... Ha ... Ha ... Ha ..."The name got stuck in Draco's throat, and only the first syllable was repeated over and over in rhythm with Harry's thrusts until only the 'a' remained in a steady stream of falsetto cries.

Eventually, Harry felt the familiar tremble of orgasm, and shortly thereafter he emptied himself into Draco, their very essences melting together into one entity, forever welded together through all of eternity; they would never part. Never again. That was the promise they made to each other that night, in that room, in that bed; they would never part again.