Fic: Homecoming - Part 5

[alisanne]

Title: Homecoming - Part 5
Author: alisanne
Word count: 525
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #5: Big Ben.
Summary: The memories keep coming.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s): sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 5 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).

Back to Part 4 (LJ/IJ/DW).


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Homecoming - Part 5

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Nervous, Harry put down his mug. “What motive?” he asked.

Malfoy inclined his head. “Isn’t it obvious? I fancy you.”

Harry blinked. He could feel himself blushing. “You do?”

“No need to be so modest, Potter.” Malfoy took another sip of his drink. It left a bit of froth on his upper lip that he licked off. “I’m sure you’ve looked in the mirror lately.”

Harry ducked his head. He’d been avoiding mirrors recently for some reason. “But why me? You’re hot. You could have anyone.”

A slow smile broke over Malfoy’s face. “You think I’m hot?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m sure everyone thinks you’re hot. Christ, this bloody table would probably go out with you if you asked. So why me?”

Malfoy looked very pleased with himself. “Well, I don’t, as a rule, date inanimate objects, so the table’s out.” He smirked. “Plus, I’ve always had a thing for you, Potter. Clearly you don’t remember, but we had more than our fair share of sexual tension in school.”

School. Harry had meant to ask about that but it kept slipping his mind. “Which school was that exactly?”

Malfoy leaned forward, his eyes intent. “Hogwarts,” he said.

What an odd name. “What kind of school is that?”

“A very special one,” said Malfoy.

Harry blinked. “Never heard of it.”

Malfoy nodded as if unsurprised. “Interesting.”

Harry shook his head. “So you’re telling me we went to school together, a school I can’t remember, and you and I had a…thing?”

Malfoy hummed. “We had a thing all right,” he murmured.

“But then why don’t I recall any of this?” Harry asked.

“Amnesia?” Malfoy suggested.

“But I don’t have that,” said Harry, frustrated. “I remember all of my life clearly. I grew up in Little Whinging with my aunt and uncle, went to school there, went to accounting school like they wanted, and now I’m an accountant.” He sat back in his chair. “You’re taking the piss, aren’t you?”

Malfoy pursed his lips. “If I am, it’s a bit of an elaborate joke, don’t you think?”

Harry didn’t know what to think. Especially when Malfoy reached for his hand, touching him.

Harry was in a cosy room decorated in red and gold, surrounded by people who were laughing, joking…he was standing by a lake, looking out as a giant squid swam by…he was flying, wind flowing through his hair as he chased someone…it was Malfoy, and his face was flushed, grinning, eyes sparkling…they were in a dark corner, Malfoy’s hands on Harry’s arse, his lips on Harry’s neck…Harry was on his back, Malfoy above him, they were naked…

Gasping, Harry drew back. “What the fuck?”

Malfoy wasn’t smiling anymore, his expression was intent, determined. “You remembered something.” It wasn’t a question.

“I—” Harry stood up, his heart racing. “I have to go.”

“No, wait. Harry!”

Racing for the door, Harry pushed his way outside. He had no idea where he was, but when he looked up he could see Big Ben, snow swirling around it. Parker and Kent was close.

Shaking, he started off in that direction.

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Part 6 (LJ/IJ/DW).