Did You Forget?
Its their 7th year, Voldemort is dead, Lucius is in hiding, running an underground stripclub for income, Dumbledore may be in this story, and you can imagine Voldemort's death however you want. Snape is still alive, because I'm a selfish person and I don't want him to be dead.
"Seriously Draco, you think hexing him will help?" Blaise asked his blinded by love friend. They were standing in a nearly empty library. Madame Pince was down the hall talking to Snape about his latest assignment, and what books she would need to set out for his students. Neville, the only other occupant besides them and Harry, was busy looking up books in the Herbiology section.
"It'd get me noticed, don't you think?" Draco raised his wand.
"Yes, and you calling him Pothead, a bastard, and a half-blood really got you noticed last year." Draco had been trying since first year to get Harry to want to be his friend. He did anything he could to get him to notice him, and pointed out the flaws of his friends, to show how he would be better for Harry to hang around. By fifth year he started developing a small crush on the boy-who-lived. Now it was seventh year, and after having non stop fantasies of him and Harry, Draco was nearing desperate to get that boy to date him. After all, you can only imagine one to be your boyfriend for so long before you began to see how truly lonely pining after someone makes you. He had isolated himself from anyone who crushed on him, from anyone who liked Harry in a more then platonic way, and anyone who didn't try hard to stay in his life. Basically Blaise was the only one who hung around him, and the only Slytherin he didn't have to threaten every week to keep his secret from Potter.
"I learned from my mistakes," Draco lowered his wand to think of a good hex.
"No, no you didn't. You've been doing the same thing for the past 7 years to get his attention. I think you need to try something different." Blaise threw his friend a sympathetic look.
"I've never hexed him randomly while he was sitting alone doing homework." Draco defended.
"He's never doing homework without Granger, so you never had the chance."
"If I don't hex him, what should I do?" Draco stood on his tip toes, not that he needed the extra height, he was already six foot, but he felt he needed a better view of Harry.
"Talk to him, call a truce. Become friends, and then seduce him when the time is right."
"I don't have time to seduce him, I need him now. If I have another damn fantasy of holding his hand, I think I might explode. I mean how lame is that?" Draco looked over at Blaise, to see that his fellow Slytherin was not fully paying attention to him, but instead was staring intently at his fingernails. "I'm hexing him!" Draco pulled his wand up swiftly, as to get his hex in before Blaise stopped him. Before he could say his chosen hex, he felt himself being pushed back by a binding spell, and his head hit against a bookshelf. The last thing he saw was books tumbling towards his face.
"Neville! What happened?" Harry asked, throwing his book aside and running to his fellow Gryffindor. "Did he try and attack you?" Harry asked looking towards the unmoving body of Draco Malfoy. Blaise was busy checking his friends pulse, and from what Harry could tell, he really didn't know what he was doing.
"Nn-no, he was trying to hex you," Neville explained staring dumbstruck at the hated Slytherins body. "Harry, I think he's dead!" Neville squeaked out.
"Nah, he's breathing fine," Blaise said pulling out his wand, and unbinding Draco. The blondes body relaxed, but he stayed unmoving. "He's going to be pissed when he wakes up."
"Neville, go to the Gryffindor dorm, and stay there. Avoid Draco for awhile." Harry instructed. Neville left, needing no further coaxing. He was still in a daze. Harry sank to his knees and helped Blaise clear the area of fallen books.
"Should we get help?" Harry asked Blaise, "Or take him to the infirmary ourselves?" After the books were out of harms way, Blaise spelled them back to the shelf.
"Let's take him ourselves, I don't want to have to explain this to Professor Snape just yet." Blaise decided walking to Draco's feet. "I'm still in trouble for throwing a mud ball at Pansy earlier."
"Why'd you do that?" Harry asked standing behind Draco's head. Harry and Blaise both bent down in unison. Harry hooked his arms under Draco's and rested the blonde head on his shoulder, Blaise scooped his feet up, and turned to walk backwards towards the exit.
"She was picking her nose asking some fifth year boy if she'd look sexy with a nose ring." Harry laughed, and almost dropped Draco.
"Sorry," he muttered adjusting the unconscious Slytherin.
"No need to apologize, I bet he wouldn't feel it if we dropped him down a flight of stairs." Blaise joked. Harry's face paled.
"I bet your right, but let's try not to do that," Harry said tightening his grip on Draco.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Blaise said leading them to the stairs. "This would be so much better if we knew how to levitate a body." He huffed, carefully going down the stairs one step at a time.
"Oh, I do," Harry exclaimed. "But it'd be a bad idea to do it," he added after Blaise glared at him.
"Why?"
"If I loose focus, I'll drop him. And he'd go tumbling down the stairs, just like we were trying to avoid."
"Then don't loose focus." Blaise said, resting Draco's feet against the steps. Harry gently laid him down too, and pulled out his wand.
"Levi corpus," they both let out a breath when Draco's body raised into the air, and floated down the steps in the direction Harry aimed it.
"You're a life saver Potter, I don't think I could have carried him down two more sets of stairs, and a bunch of hallways." The two walked in silence down a dark hallway, watching Draco's body drift in front of them. Finally they reached the infirmary, and Harry sighed in relief. His arm was getting tired, and had started to shake a few hallways down.
"Been here often?" Blaise asked pushing the door open, and holding it in place for Harry.
"Once or twice, why?"
"Just trying to figure out how you found it in the dark." Harry levitated Draco to the nearest empty bed and walked to Poppy's office. Blaise sat down in the chair closest to Draco's bed.
"Malfoy's over hear." Blaise heard Harry directing the medi-witch. Instantly she started casting diagnostic spells.
"What happened?" she asked when she could find nothing wrong, but slight bruising on his forehead. "Were you two fighting again?" She asked Harry, a stern look on her face.
"No, it was my fault." Blaise stood up looking apologetic. "We were practicing defensive spells against each other, and one knocked him down. I am truly sorry." Blaise lied easily. He even looked truly guilty.
"You know I will have to tell your head of house about this, stay here both of you until I talk to him."
"I understand." Harry wondered why Blaise didn't rat Neville out.
"Why do I have to stay?" Harry asked confused.
"Because Mr. Potter, Professor Snape would like to get a full account of what happened, now if you two will sit down, and notify me if Mr. Malfoy wakes, that would be greatly appreciated." When she was out of site Harry turned to Blaise.
"What do I tell Snape?" Harry whispered.
"Tell him that you saw me dragging Draco, and offered to levitate him."
"He won't believe me, he knows I hate Malfoy." Blaise smirked.
"He will, it's what golden-boys do." Harry rolled his eyes, don't call me that.
"I'm just saying. So when do you thing Drake will wake up?"
"Drake?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, so when do you think."
"I don't know, I'm not a medi-witch er wizard." Harry said sitting down in the chair Blaise had left vacant.
"I just thought since you were always in here, you would know some things."
"Harry?" Harry turned incredulous eyes towards Draco's bed, to see the blonde starring at him, propped up on his elbows. Did he just call him Harry? "How'd I get here?" Draco asked looking around the room.
"Yes Potter, How'd he get here?" Harry quickly stood to face his potions professor.
"It was my bad." Blaise said to his head of house.
"Was it now?" Snape asked starring at Blaise intently.
"Was it?" Draco asked confused. "How'd I get here?" Blaise started to answer both Draco and his professor with his lie.
"It was. See we were-." He was cut off by his head of house.
"Meet me in my office in one hour to discuss this." Snape walked closer to Draco. "What is your name?" he asked Draco.
"You know my name." Draco said rolling his eyes.
"Humor me, and answer the question."
"Draco Lucius Malfoy."
"When is your birthday?" Draco scrunched his face up in thought.
"I-I don't know." He said, his face starting to look worried.
"What year is it today?" Now Draco looked really worried.
"I don't know what year it is. Is that bad?" he asked concerned.
"Mr. Zabini, get Madame Pomfrey, Mr. Potter, you may leave now." Harry turned to leave, when Draco bolted all the way up.
"Don't go Harry. Please can he stay?" Draco looked at the professor, desperation in his eyes.
"Why would you want Mr. Potter to stay?" Severus turned to his godson, suspicion in his eyes.
"Well," Draco looked down reluctantly, his cheeks pinked. "He's my boyfriend." He answered quietly, as Blaise and Madame Pomfrey joined them.
"What?!" Harry and Snape both asked shocked
"Idiot." Blaise mumbled.