Amnesiac
I had been out walking by myself when I found him. I saw a flash of white near the edge of the forest and curious, went to see what it was. That's when I found him.
He was curled up in a fetal position, his hair falling over his face. His robes were ripped and stained and his beautiful hair knotted and matted with a brownish crust that looked suspiciously like dried blood. It says a lot about how damaged he looked, and how perfectly groomed he normally was, that I almost didn't recognize him at first. I did though, not how he looked but the thought of him.
"Draco." I whispered softly and I shook him gently. He stayed like he was, sprawled helplessly on the grounds. I picked him up and tried shaking him a little harder. 'Draco!" I said more forcefully than before. His head lolled in my arms and he made no reply. Giving up on trying to wake him, I slid his arms around my neck and carried him, half-stumbling, half-walking to the lake.
I sat under the willow trees at the far edge where the other students rarely came and dipped some water. I splashed it across his face and waited. He stirred a bit but didn't open his eyes. I trickled some more over his face. It was very cold and as I watched, a small amount of it ran down his pale neck, now bruised and imprinted with finger marks. He moaned lightly and turned in my arms restlessly as if trying to escape.
"Draco." I said gently and then his eyelids fluttered. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. I breathed a sigh of relief that he had woken up but it stuck in my throat when he spoke.
"Who are you?" he asked abruptly. I looked into his eyes and saw no recognition. ow could he not recognize me? He sees me every day in school!
"What do you mean, who am I? I'm Harry Potter! You know, the Boy Who Lived as you love reminding me, especially when there are a lot of other people around......." I said somewhat bitterly. He frowned as if that didn't help him at all.
Strange. Maybe if he couldn't see properly then he might not recognize me but at least he'd remember my name you'd think! The way he's acting, it's as if he doesn't even remember me.
"Okay. You're Harry Potter. Who am I?" He asked plaintively, real distress now evident in his voice. He even sounded different, his voice was sore and sounded a bit hoarse, as if he needed something to drink.
He doesn't know who he is? What happened to him! Maybe he's just pretending, maybe this is some kind of a trap... but the vulnerability in his eyes, that's no trap, he can't fake that kind of openness. Who did this to him? How could anybody possibly erase his memory... unless it was with a memory charm like Lockhart used. But why Draco? He's on Voldemort's side anyway!
He was still looking at me trustingly so without thinking, I replied instantly saying something that I had wanted to say for years.
"You're Draco Malfoy, my boyfriend." Did I just say that?! I tried to stop myself but it was too late, the words had slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. His eyes widened and he tensed a bit as if trying to move but didn't succeed.
"I'm your boyfriend?" He asked, eyes wide with childish awe.
I can't believe I just said that.
I can't believe he bought it.
"Yeah, you're my boyfriend. And your name is Draco Malfoy. Don't you remember me?" I asked with a lightness that I didn't feel. Amnesia. That's what the Muggles call it. How much has he forgotten though? What's going to happen if someone tells him that I'm not his boyfriend, or worse, if he tells someone that he is my boyfriend?
"Actually, I don't remember anything at all. Sorry, I mean I don't remember anybody or anything that happened. What am I doing here anyway?" He questioned. "You're very cute; are you really my boyfriend? For some reason that seems wrong ... but right at the same time."
Author's Note: Again, one of those half-done fics that I found on a disk.
