Memories

AN: Yepyep, Pix is back… For now, anyway. This isn't my first chaptered fic in the fandom, though it's the first I'm actually putting up. I'm working on another, longer one, though the computer it's on is being stupid, so I must retype the whole thing.

ANYWAY, this is SLASH. MALExMALE action. If you're silly, and don't like it, don't flame my fanfic. I hate flames, but I don't mind constructive criticism.

This is especially for Mars Explorer, the one who started my slash writing, and makes sure I never stop writing for too long. I appreciate your friendship soooo much!

She's also a talented writer, so if you like slash check her out! Anyway, read, enjoy, and review, if you have the time!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy do not belong to me, and I do not claim anyone else in this as mine, either. The Harry Potter series, and all characters appearing in the book belong to J.K. Rowling.

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Harry lay entwined in Draco Malfoy's arms. He wasn't sure how or why he was there, but he was. The other boy seemed scared, and was holding Harry very, very tightly. His head really hurt, and he heard Professor McGonagall's voice, though he couldn't make out any words.

"What the hell? Malfoy? Where am I, and why the bloody hell are you holding me like we're friends or something?" Harry looked disgusted, and pushed himself away from the Slytherin boy.

"Harry, what're you talking about? Are you okay? Blaise, that jealous prat, hexed you pretty badly…" Draco sounded hurt and worried, glaring at the aforementioned boy, who looked disgusted with Draco.

It bothered him, that Malfoy was so concerned about him… He wondered what had gotten him to this point...

And was startled to realize he didn't know.

In fact, the last thing he remembered, and the only thing he knew…

Was surprisingly little. He recalled most of his first year here… And that was it.

He felt… Different.

And he was already back at school. He was now sitting on the grass near the Lake, and it was autumn, or so it seemed.

Slowly, horrified, Harry spoke again. "Why… don't I remember anything… after first year?"

That did it.

Suddenly, Draco was up and at Blaise, a flurry of spells flying between the two. But Draco was crying. Blaise was merely blocking the spells, disinterested. After a moment, when Draco calmed down a little, McGonagall separated them with a quick flourish of her wand. And Blaise walked away given a week's detention and lost his house 50 points for attacking another student. She walked him inside, angrily.

Draco, frantically, called to Harry. "Y-you only remember your first year here?"

Harry nodded, wondering what happened. "Yeah… I remember … Nearly all of first year, though not the end… How old am I now?"

Draco bit his lip, wondering how to explain. "You're in your last year here. You're seventeen years old."

"Why're you-"

"Protecting you?" Suddenly, he noticed something else. Hermione was standing off to the side, with Ron. She just decided to contribute, voice alarmingly bitter.

"Hermione, thank Merlin. What happened?" He ran over to hug her, but she side-stepped him, just as he had crawled away from Draco.

"Harry, we're not friends."

"What?"

"You chose Malfoy. He's your boyfriend. Besides, you're the one who decided not to be friends with Ron or me..." She looked hurt, and sniffled

"I… WHAT?!?!" He exploded, and Hermione just walked away taking Ron with her.

Draco stood up, walking towards Harry cautiously. "We began going out over the summer… Blaise always fancied me, and in a jealous fit, did… this. I don't know if he meant to wipe your memories of the past six years, but he did… You were also unconscious for a good five minutes before you woke up just now…"

This was too much. He woke up to being held by someone he didn't even want near him, discovered he was gay and dating said person, that his best friends hated him, and he had no recollection of the past six years. Harry broke down, sobbing, and didn't even protest when Draco held him, making soothing noises.

"Jay, here… let's go to Madam Pomfrey, see if she can help at all…" He whispered, when Harry had stopped crying.

"Jay?" Harry asked, confused.

"Jay." Draco repeated the name, in confirmation.

After a moment, Harry still not understanding, he explained. "From James, your middle name, and your father's name… You told me you hated your name, hated remembering what the media and Dumbledore and those arses you called friends made you into…So I call you Jay." Draco finished, as they started to walk to the hospital wing.

"Oh… How did…" He gestured vaguely as he spoke. "This happen?"

Draco smirked. "'This'? Ja-…" It felt wrong calling him his pet name when he barely knew who he was, and the smirk fell off his face. He wasn't sure, then what to call his boyfriend, and just settled for 'you'.

"You have to be more specific. 'This' could mean anything. Do you mean about Mudblood and Weasel? About us? About Blaise?"

"Don't call her-" He started, and seeing Draco's raised eyebrow, stopped. It wasn't really worth it, because with her newfound disgust, she sure as hell wouldn't defend him. He sighed, and continued as they neared the Hospital Wing. "About … us. When did we stop detesting each other, and when did we decide we were gays?"

"You really are rather… blunt." Draco smirked, and then began their tale.