Summary: Memory is such a fickle thing. Some best remembered but some better left forgotten. While Harry desperately searched for vestiges of his past, his other half struggled to forget. Will Harry remember before it's too late for redemption? Only time will tell.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character featured in this fic. They belong to the Great J.K Rowling.
Draco's POV
The last time I saw Harry, he didn't remember who I was. Of course it didn't come as a surprise for me. Why would it surprise me? The man I knew for as long as I could remember, whom I spent the most memorable nights with, the one that I gave, dare I say it, my heart and soul had politely extended his hand and introduced himself 'I'm Harry Potter', eyes gazed at me questioningly, probably wondering who the hell I was. I searched into his emerald pools, looking for any signs he was faking it, probably for some sick joke or something, and found nothing. No fiery passion in his eyes that I recognized everytime he saw me, wanting to ravish me then and there. Instead his emerald orbs were dull, as if he was just a walking dead. Just then, I knew the potion was a success.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and slowly reciprocated his gesture, introducing myself in a manner my mother had taught me well though I didn't dare holding his hand for a mere second, afraid of what might happen if I did. What I might feel. Instead I left his hand there, hanging in the air and he had the decency to look hurt. I was instantly hit by a sense of déjà vu. Extended hand. Potter. Me . First Year. Rejection.
Seeing that I wasn't going to shake his hand, he quickly shoved his hand into his pocket while the other holding a glass of champagne. Draco, Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you Harry Potter. And I smiled. My heart was hurting so bad and I had to fucking smile. The ironic of the situation almost made me wanted to laugh my head off but if I did, I would scare the guests off and Harry. Harry. My Harry. And that was the last thing I'd do.
"Harry, it's time you made your speech. Everyone is waiting", Hermione's voice broke the thick air, eyes looking at me reproachfully while Harry, he was looking at me as if he was in trance, holding my gaze not hearing a word spoken by Hermione.
"I think, it's best if you stop staring at me like that and go impress people with your verbal skills", I told him, smirking at the same time. Harry always liked it when I did it. He thought I looked cute, causing me to tickle him mercilessly for that remark because Malfoys are the elegant aristocrats, not the cute as button bunch, and we'd end up with the mind blowing sex, like always.
"I guess I should go up there and impress people with my verbal skills, or lack of thereof", Harry replied, repeating most of my words and smiled sheepishly. That was cute. Hermione was looking at both of us, probably trying to find ways to draw Harry's attention which was directed at me at that moment. But she didn't have to do anything drastic because a second later, Harry averted his gaze to her and mouthed 'Lets go'.
He turned around, heading for the stage in an elegant pace before stopping abruptly. He spun around hastily, seemingly having forgotten something very important and looked at me expectantly, "Will I see you around?".
Before I could answer, the crowd started closing in, pushing him onto the stage while anxiously waiting for the words of a hero of wizarding world, the one who saved them from the cruel hand of the Dark Lord, The Boy Who Fucking Lived.
"Maybe.." I whispered to no one. Harry was already at the podium, clearing his throat before scanning the crowd, looking for somebody. Maybe it was me. I didn't know. It was getting late and I had to leave. The midnight air was no good to my body, being weak and fragile as it was then. The consequences that I was willing to live with, probably for the rest of my life. Unhurriedly, I made my way to the door though my body and soul ached to be with Harry and somehow knew that fate would bring us together again.
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