Wow, it has been a very long time. I've moved on with allot of thing with my life, but checked the email account that is affiliated with this, and was amazed to see that i still had readers. Well..if you are still reading I guess I can keep writing. Can i get anyone that is still reading to leave a review though? I want to get a good idea of what stories I should focus working on. Also, it would be nice to know if anyone is still reading.

A long time had passed.

It was very hard, but days turned to weeks and weeks to months and suddenly, it was summer again. Harry didn't push Draco any further.

Harry was no longer a child, had never been a fool and truly wanted Draco to be happy. He trusted Severus to take care of him, and didn't contact either man.

He still thought of Draco every day and never even considered another lover. But secretly, he had begun to move on with his life. He got a job, started taking care of himself. He started playing Quidditch again, started to laugh with his friends. All in all, he had gained the comfort of a normal life, a luxury hitherto foreign to him.

This night, he poured himself a glass of water, as always. Brushed his teeth, as always. Climbed into bed, as always.

But this night, his sleep was interrupted. The instant ring of the telephone jarred him into consciousness. He moaned and rolled over. "Hello?" He mumbled into the phone. When no response came, he repeated himself, a little louder this time. Whoever it was, hung up the phone.

The next morning, he wasn't even sure if it had been real or not- he had always had very vivid dreams, and that could easily explain it.

But the next night, it happened again.

"Hello?" He asked, alert this time. He may have relaxed into is new life, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that this was all a coincidence. He was still Harry Potter after all, he was used to having enemies. Strangely he didn't even considered that it might be Draco.

"What do you want?" He asked. "Can I help you?"

The line went dead.

Harry sighed and looked at his phone. There was nothing illegal about these phone calls, but they put Harry on edge. Just in case the mysterious person called again, Harry put a charm on his phone, which would track where the signal came from, and tell him where his mysterious caller was. Wizards had begun to integrate technology into their world since the end of the war, and in this moment Harry was truly grateful.

His next night was interrupted again, but instead of being annoyed, Harry was secretly pleased. He quite liked having some mystery in his life.

He followed the signal to a country road on the Welsh cost. A nice town, if a little dull. A phone box stood on a corner, and a quick spell revealed it to be the right spot. Harry sat on a bench, pulled his invisibility cloak tightly around him, and waited.

Around mid-night, a man stepped into the telephone booth, a baggy hoody and large jeans hanging sadly on his thin frame. Something about the man's walk made Harry instantly suspicious. It was the walk of a man that lost a great deal, and people like that were bitter- and dangerous. He smiled triumphantly when his phone lit up with an incoming call (he had silenced it, obviously).

He slipped his invisibly cloak off and pulled his wand out. He sidled up to the door of the telephone booth and waited for the man to come out.

But the man was facing the other way and hadn't seen harry yet. When Harry didn't pick up, he rang again and again. Finally, he slammed the phone down and made to leave.

And then he started screaming.

"Draco?!" Harry demanded, wrenching the door open to try and get to him.

Draco backed away- a pointless exercise in a space as small as a British telephone box- while Harry stood over him, unsure of what to do. Draco wasn't injured, there was no obvious way to help him. So he did the only thing that had ever comforted Draco in the past- hold him close and get him somewhere safe.

He gathered Draco in his arms, who, strangely didn't try to push him away. His screaming didn't lessen, but Harry would take anything he could get.

Harry apperated them into his home and sat Draco down carefully on the bed, but Draco didn't want to stay seated, and scuttled to the head of the bed, curling into a ball and shaking.

Harry knelt before him, the better to be at eye level and gently reached a hand out to Draco. He was pleased to see that Draco didn't seem to be malnourished or even dirty. But his eyes were wild and Harry knew he wasn't taking anything in right now.

He sighed and squeezed Draco hand, and once again, waited.

When Draco finally quieted, Harry whispered his name softly.

"Can I sleep with you?" Draco said in a small voice.

"Im not sure that's a good idea…" Harry said softly. He didn't want to make anything worse.

"Please?" Draco said, and that was all he needed to say. Harry turned down the covers for him, and curled up close. And it was like nothing changed.

In the morning, the two woke bright and happy, curled in each others arms.

"Where have you been?" Harry queried, looking down at Draco's beautiful body. A spark went through Harry so strongly he could almost cry. He couldn't decide if it was pity or love.

"What do you mean master?" Draco asked, stretching lazily.

"You've been away. For the last few months. Where did you go?"

Draco froze. "I don't know what you mean."

"You know you have been anyway, right? Since April. Its August now. But…you know that, surly?"

"Please stop joking master." Draco said, twisting himself up in the covers and burring his face in Harrys shoulder.

Harry didn't know if he should push it or not. If Draco had no memories of the last four months, then there was something seriously wrong with him. But he didn't want to upset him. He stroked Draco's hair for a moment and thought hard.

Eventually he said " Why don't you start on breakfast? I'm going to step out for a moment, okay? You'll be fine, right?"

"Of course" Before Harry could do anything, Draco leaned in and kissed him. Harry melted into the kiss, the warmth of Draco bewitching him. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and pulled him closer, moaning as Draco sucked his lip into his mouth and sucked. Draco purred and smiled and ran his hands down Harrys torso. Harry flipped them over, Draco's slight weight easy on Harrys muscular frame.

Harry beamed up at him, and opened his mouth to say; I've missed you. But he couldn't say that, because Draco didn't believe it. Because Draco wasn't well, mentally. Instead he just said "I really need to go."

But Draco wasn't bothered, not being aware that there was anything to be bothered about.

"Okay." He rubbed his nose against Harry's "Ill make sure to have something nice for you when you get back."

"Thanks." Harry mumbled, suddenly uncomfortable. He pushed Draco off and dressed hurriedly, before apperating away.

He appeared a moment later on Severus door step. Being the last place he had seen Draco, it was not an unreasonable place to start to try and piece together what he had been doing since April.

He began to explain but before he could ben open his mouth Severus snapped. "Why am I not surprised to see you? What have you done with him?"

"Who? Draco?" Harry asked, stupidly.

"Well I don't give a damn about anyone else."

"He's…at my home."

"Explain"

And Harry did. He explained the phone calls, the amnesia, the. He left out the kiss.

When he was done, Severus sighed and rubbed his nose.

"I had no idea. He must have been sneaking out at night. He's been here the whole time." Severus looked so utterly defeated that Harry felt honestly sorry for him. It could be hard to deal with Draco, and Harry had offered no help in the last months. He suddenly felt very guilty.

"Do you want to, uh, come and see him, or something?"

"Yes. Lets go." And Severus apperated away before Harry could respond.

Back at the flat, the smell of bacon and sausages perforated the air and Harrys stomach growled. Severus pursed his lips but did not comment.

"Draco?" Harry called. "There's someone here to see you." Harry and Severus walked slowly into the kitchen. As soon as he saw them, Draco's eyes went wide.

"Leave me alone with him." Severus commanded Harry. Harry did as he was told, breathing a sigh of relief when he had left the room. Sometimes it was nice to have someone else take control. But the relief was not to last long. The voices in the kitchen began to rise and Draco burst out of the room, flinging himself to Harry.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately, more to Severus than Draco.

But Draco piped up "Hes lying!"

"I think that the shock of seeing you again so suddenly caused him to revert to…this." Severus explained. "I have a potion that should clear the matter up, I will gather it and be back shortly." Severus swiftly stepped out of the room and a loud pop let Harry know he had gone.

"Please don't let him take me away from you." Draco begged, tears in his eyes.

"Honey…" Harry began.

"Please. I want to be with you. I'm happy with you. When I'm away from you, all I feel is misery, I can't do anything without crying. I am so so lost without you. "

"So... you know that you have been away?"

Draco shook his head violently. "No. No. That's not true."

"You just said-"

"No."

Harry opened to mouth; but had no idea what to say. He gathered Draco close and Draco layed his head on Harrys chest, feeling the erratic beating of his heart. "Because let me come back." Harrys heart broke, and he sighed. He looked down at Draco and stroked his cheek. Draco smiled impishly, and caught one of Harrys fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking softly. He kissed his palm before moving up his wrist and to his chest.

"Draco…" Harry said softly.

"Please?"

Harry pulled him closer and crushed their lips together, unbuttoning his jeans, aware that they didn't have much time before Severus came back. Harry lay back and watched as Draco ripped off his trousers, not bothering with his top, needing Harry too desperately to waste time.

As soon as Draco had shed his boxers too, Harry grabbed Draco. Using a spell to lube his fingers, he carefully slid one digit inside of his Slytherin. Draco gasped and threw his head back, already breathing hard. But Harry couldn't wait. He trust two, three fingers inside of him and as soon as he felt that Draco was ready, he dragged Draco on top of him.

Draco rode Harry desperately and passionately, bouncing up and down on him with a pleasure so intense it drowned anything else out. Harry came within moments- Draco was just too good to resist.

When he was done, he flipped Draco off of him and immediately went down on him, sucking Draco's member into his mouth and moaning at the taste. Heavy and musky and he had so deeply missed it. He would have happily sucked him for hours, but that wasn't necessary. Draco grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and impaled the gryfendoor on his dick, coming with such force he wondered if he would pass out.

Harry swallowed it all and came up smiled. He looked deep into Draco's eyes and laughed with joy. "I'm so happy." He said.

"Me two." Draco eagerly agreed, bringing him in for a cuddle. But they only had a moment before they hear food steps on the landing.

"Get dressed." Harry said, throwing his own clothes on as quickly as possible.

It was split second timing, but they made it. Severus was just banging on the door as Harry buttoned his jeans.

"Hi" Harry said, still breathless.

Severus simply walked past him. "Draco?" He called. "I have a potion for you."

"I don't want it" Draco said, standing next to Harry and taking his hand. "I don't have to take it. Do I master?"

Harry looked uncertainly at Draco. Was this really a good plan? It did seem to be a bit rushed. And besides, Draco was happy. Was it really that bad?

"Yes." Severus snapped.

"I'm not sure…" Harry started.

Severus was barely containing his desire to murder Harry on the spot. "Potter…" He breathed, his voice barely a whisper but easily audible. "why don't we talk about this in the kitchen." He marched away and left Harry no chance to argue.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Severus began to speak.

"He is becoming incredibly manipulative. He has clearly snuck out of my home multiple times. He's lied to me, he started harassing you… He's incredibly angry and can't express it. It's a dangerous mixture, though it is pitiable. He associates you with safety and will do anything to get to you. I would be careful."