Draco's demise

Chapter 2: Burning humiliation.

Draco Malfoy had never found himself in a more humiliating situation than the one he faced as Harry f*****g Potter stood on his knees between his legs Unaware of the countless times they had been in this position before. Only back then, Draco's model student James Draconian did not stand in the doorway with the power to notify the entirety of Hogwarts about the potions master's sexuality.

The boy adjusted his glasses. His eyes widened at the revelation that Harry Potter was on his knees in front of the man who had claimed to hate him countless times in class As well as the Slytherin common room "Who are you?" James questioned not being sure whether his eyes were deceiving him. He peered curiously over the desk. Harry, whom had a newfound confidence found in the bulge he had cause in the other man's trousers, smirked as he looked at Draco.

Draco swallowed, there was no hiding his f*****g hard on for bloody Potter now. He stayed seated behind his desk hoping the boy did not think the worst.

He lifted himself from the floor. Holding out his hand smiling gently at James. "My name is Harry Potter, very good to make your acquaintance. Whom might you be, young man?" Harry asked as if it had been the most civil situation in the world. Draco sat scowling at his desk. How dare Potter do this to him, had the man no decency? Harry looked back at Draco and winked before returning to James. "We are in quite the peculiar situation, are we not?" Harry asked leaning in the table. "Tell me do you find Mr. Malfoy in this position often?"

The sixteen-year-old boy looked ecstatic to say the least. "No, Sir, this is a first. I am James." The boy continued to stare as if Harry had two heads. "It is truly an honour to be in your presence sir." The boy said smiling from ear to ear. Harry looked back at Draco in confusion. "I must say nobody would ever expect this, Professor Malfoy did claim to hate your guts multiple times." James laughed slightly looking between the two men.

He hadn't the slightest idea why this child deemed him important nor why Draco had insisted to hate him so much Perhaps he had done something important in the time of which memories he had lost. His heart dropped at the thought so much of him had gone missing in one single moment he had lost all identity and the worst of all Professor McGonagall had said that they might not even be able to obtain his memories. "Could you tell me about how it all went down?" James continued questioning. What if he had hurt Draco in the past and the man believed him to be manipulating him?

Harry opened his mouth to say something. Draco rolled his eyes; he could see clear panic in Harry's eyes. James was making him uncomfortable, he wanted to step in, but he did not want to look soft. As Harry stared at him practically begging him to get rid of the student. He rolled his eyes.

Draco cleared his throat catching the attention of both raven-haired males. He stood up from his chair looking thoroughly annoyed. "James, get out of my office and don't you dare breathe a word of this to anyone." Draco said with unnecessary distaste. "Yes, Professor." James left with clear reluctance and a sour expression on his face. Harry turned to Draco about to thank him, but Draco had scowled at him rudely.

"Draco, what was that boy talking about?" Harry asked anxiously. He picked at his fingers looking away from the angered blonde-haired man.

Draco felt the urge to hug Harry, knowing what trauma everyone had built up with the rise and defeat of the dark lord. He could not show weakness. He had to get Harry away from him or else he would get hurt once the other regained his memories. "What a f*****g joke, the golden boy forgot that he saved the wizarding world from the oh-so-terrifying Voldemort!" Draco said throwing his arms in the air stepping forward to intimidate him.

Harry flinched violently. He threw his arms in front of his face and curled himself up attempting to avoid getting hurt. Harry trembled, remembering how his uncle reacted if he did something wrong. Harry whimpered as he heard Malfoy step closer to him.

Draco stepped back for a mere moment frowning at Potter's reaction. Why would Harry think he'd hurt him?

Harry lowered his arms carefully slightly trembling. "D-Draco?" Harry questioned the man, stuttering momentarily. Draco cleared his throat. Malfoy's do not show weakness! His father's voice rang in his ears. Draco straightened his back and turned away from the trembling man in his office. "Why did you not hit me?" Harry questioned.

This grabbed Draco's attention. "Why would I do that, you insufferable prat?" He said folding his arms, no matter the amount of concern flowing through him, he did not want to admit that he was worried about the damned golden boy. He knew that somebody had hurt him before, he just needed to know to what extent. But this was still Harry. He would sooner jump from the astronomy tower than ask him straight forward.

Even if Harry had lost his memories.

He was still Harry Bloody Potter, and he was bound to regain his memories and hate him again. There was only one way to confirm his suspicions.

Draco scoffed. Harry was standing a few feet in front of him looking utterly confused on why he was not punched. The man's bottle green eyes stared up at him. "Answer me!" he said raising his voice slightly. Harry flinched violently at the sudden tone of the man. He stumbled backwards falling against the bookshelf. He trembled violently.

He looked down at the trembling man on the floor covering his face. He held out a hand to help him up. Just as Draco suspected someone Harry was close to had physically abused him, now with his memory loss he clearly forgot how he used to handle this The only question he had was who would dare abuse Harry Potter? "Take my hand Harry." Draco ordered looking down at Harry his face expressionless.

Harry's shivering hand slipped into Draco's palm. The moment their hands touched Harry's hand steadied, and the look of pure terror was erased from his face. He allowed Draco to pull him up from the floor "Why-" Harry stopped himself from asking why the man did not punch him. The swallowed the lump in his throat. "T-thank you." Harry stuttered momentarily. He avoided Draco's gaze and stepped away from him as subtly as he could.

"Well, I cannot exactly leave you on the floor, McGonagall will have my arse." Draco said reluctantly. Leaving Harry where he stood Draco went to sit down in his chair. He needed to finish planning lessons for the next day, and he was not near finished. He pulled out his rolls of parchment, about to start on his work he looked up from his desk. Harry was seated on a small, black sofa next to the bookshelf he had fallen into earlier, curled into himself. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Harry sat there staring into the wall. He felt horribly humiliated All the memories flooding through his head was clearly jumbled and missing very large portions but they were traumatising, nonetheless.

Harry was asleep in his closet downstairs. He jolted awake as Aunt Petunia knocked loudly on the door. "Come now Harry! You have slept enough!" she said banging on the door. As Harry sat up beginning to rub his eyes. His heart dropped. He heard Uncle Vernon's thundering footsteps on the floor. Louder every passing moment. Harry was not yet out of his closet and his uncle was next to the door. The next thing he knew he was pulled out of the closet by his left arm.

"Please, don't hurt me." He had begged his uncle. Aunt Petunia walked away from the scene. She never cared enough to see Vernon punish the boy. Harry trembled in his uncle's tight grip. He knew what was coming he simply had to brace himself for it. Shutting his eyes tightly, silently begged for this to be over as fast as possible.

Uncle Vernon snarled. He threw Harry against the wall. The pain throbbed through his temple. "You good for nothing!" He shouted. "I should throw you out into the streets!" The purple faced porky man said. The first kick collided with Harry's stomach. He choked on his tears as he curled deeper into himself. "That should teach you! Another kick collided with Harrys body. Ungrateful waste of space!" The kicking did not stop until Harry fell unconscious.

Harry jerked awake in his chair. He had dosed off it appeared. He also seemed to have relived a nauseating memory. Draco now sat next to the small sofa Harry was on. He noticed the man jerking awake panting heavily like he had a nightmare. Draco reluctantly placed his hand on Harry's arm.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Draco questioned the man. Harry stared at Draco confused. He was not aware that Draco could leave the school grounds during the weekdays His quarters were attached to the back of his office at least McGonagall had explained it this way.

Harry sat up straight. "Are you not supposed to live here? In the case of emergencies and such?" Harry questioned curiously. Draco ducked his head laughing lowly, he had, just for a moment forgotten that Harry was not his Harry anymore.

He looked up at him. "Harry, I have the entire Malfoy manor to myself. Besides I'm not as lowly as to sleep here in these filthy dungeons." He stated smirking. He stood up and lead a confused Harry toward his chambers. He took the man's hand and led him towards a closet. The only rational reason Harry could think for Draco to bring him to a closet was that they would be going to Narnia. After the day's events he would believe anything.

As he opened the closet, he looked at Harry smirking at the mans amazed gaze. "Narnia is real?" Harry asked. Draco looked at the man very puzzled. It was probably a muggle thing. He had no idea what he was talking about.

Harry locked eyes with Draco, a pulse of electricity flowed through him giving him the same thrilling experience he had all those years ago

He could enjoy this while it lasted. His father was not there to ruin his life anymore nor did Harry remember seemingly anything about him

"Come, I'll show you the way." Draco said tugging Harry towards him. They stood in the closet chest to chest. Their breaths mingling. Draco stared at Harry uttering the needed spell.

Suddenly Harry heard a high-pitched voice. "Master! Master has returned home. Dinkey is happy to see Master." The creature Harry identified as Dinkey. They stood in the closet, but they now in the foyer of a beautiful house. A small creature stood in front of them, she had very large ears and large saucepan eyes. She was wearing an old pillowcase. Dinkey whom had finally noticed Harry bowed down lowly. "Master Potter, Dinkey is very honoured and thankful to welcome, Master" she said.

Draco upon climbing out of the closet smiled at Dinkey. "Go set the table, Harry will join us for dinner." He spoke. As the words left his mouth she disappeared. Harry stood gaping at Malfoy like a fish.

"Welcome to my home." Draco said smirking.