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Part of the "If You Dare" and "Are You Crazy Enough?" challenges.

A/N at the end.

"Obliviate"

Harry woke up with a start. He dreamt that someone was being tortured by Voldemort. It probably wasn't a dream, but he didn't want to think about that. He could still hear the screams of some innocent (or perhaps guilty) soul being subjected to the Cruciatus. He couldn't remember what Voldemort wanted, he could only remember the the shrieks of agony...

As he tried remember the night before, his mind came up strangely blank. He remembered walking through a corridor to do something he probably shouldn't be... but that was it. The harder he tried to remember, the more his scar seemed to hurt. He put the thought aside for now and focused on getting ready.

~*D/H*~

Down in the Slytherin dungeons, a certain blond haired boy was curled up tightly in a ball, crying softly to himself on his bed. He finally did it. It was the most horrible decision of his pitiful life, but he knew that there was no going back now. And it seemed to Draco as though his entire world had shattered irreparably. He knew it would be hard, but he never expected that it would hurt so much.

He knew that things would never change. He would retain all the memories of their time together, but that only made it hurt more because he would have to see the hate in Harry's eyes that used to contain only love for him. It's for the better, Draco thought to himself. He'd been telling himself that for the past several hours though, and it didn't lessen the agony he felt ripple through his body with each sob. Thank Merlin for Silencing Charms.

Draco knew that from now on, he would have to make sure their hearts were always separate. Until Voldemort was defeated he would make sure Harry hated him, just as much as he deserved. Even if that meant tearing up his soul in the process.

No. Draco shook his head and wiped away what he thought would be the final tears. Forget about you, I'll forget about you. If Harry were to be successful, then Draco would have to forget all about him, especially in front of the Dark Lord. He will forget. It wasn't an option.

~*D/H*~

Harry was heading down to the Great Hall with Hermione, talking quietly about his worries over a traitor residing in the castle. Today, he seemed more urgent, more insistent that something was going to happen. Hermione was half listening, half thinking about what classes they had that day. "What if we see them everyday, yet they go about unsuspected, getting closer and closer to their goal every day? It has to be someone that is related to a Death Eater. Crabbe and Goyle don't have enough brain cells to possibly pull off any kind of stunt at Hogwarts. What if it's... Malfoy! The sly bastard. I'll bet you it's him. What do you think?" Harry asked finally taking a breath and turning to Hermione.

Hermione sighed. "I think you should let it go. No one in the history of Hogwarts has ever successfully been able to take over the school."

Harry glared at her. "So you think that I should just completely forget about it. Just pretend it never happened. Act as though everything's alright even though nothing will ever be the same again." Harry was surprised to find that there were tears leaking. He fell a step behind, and then disappeared around a corner and walked into the nearest bathroom. He collapsed on the ground and found that he couldn't stop sobbing. He didn't know the reason behind the tears; all he knew was that his heart was broken and there was an absence of warmth from his soul.

~*D/H*~

Draco checked himself in the mirror. A bit better, not so rough, he thought to himself. Not completely as if he'd cried all night. But still kind of edgy.

He headed up to eat breakfast alone. As he was about to walk into the Great Hall he heard a familiar voice coming from just around a bend. He walked cautiously in the direction of the bathroom where he peeked in and saw Harry crumpled on the ground crying. He felt his heart squeeze tightly at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but knew at the same time it was too late. He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his feet walk away, leaving his heart there where Harry was.

The things he never said, were going to often be better left alone. The less he said to the boy he loved, the more likely things would turn out in their favor. He needed to treat Harry as an enemy. He needed to focus on how to get out of killing Dumbledore. Oh, he wished he had Harry to help him! Forget about you, I'll forget about this time.

~*D/H*~

"This is the closest to heaven I've ever been," Harry said with a blissful smile.

Draco sat in the Great Hall eating- or rather not eating- his breakfast. He stared off into space and thought back to the way things were. But it was the same old situation: Harry was lost from him. Draco hoped it wasn't forever but couldn't get rid of the nagging suspicion that Harry would never be his again.

He knew that in order for Harry to win the war and defeat Voldemort, he needed to hate Death Eaters, including him. Especially because it was his job to kill Dumbledore. Everything about them being together was entirely wrong. They just weren't meant to be. Maybe after the war was over they could be together. Draco figured that once Harry killed Voldemort, he could give back all of Harry's memories and then they would be happy.

There was just one flaw in that plan. What if Harry didn't want him after the war? What if Harry had moved on? What if Draco did? What if Harry was angry at Draco for taking his memories? Draco thought that was the most plausible, but thought they could talk it through at the same time.

He was dragged out of his thoughts by Crabbe nudging him and saying, "Time to go to class." He and Goyle stood there watching him stupidly. Draco waved his hand irritably for them to go away.

Draco wasn't looking forward to going to Snape's class at all. Having to watch Harry not remember him was almost more than he could bear. Forget. Forget!

~*D/H*~

Harry finally made it to the Great Hall puffy eyed and still with a strange pang in his heart. He sat down next to Hermione who had a worried look on her face. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and asked, "Are you okay? What happened back there?"

"Nothing. I'm fine," Harry said quickly. He felt someone watching him and looked up to see Malfoy glaring in his direction. "I swear, though, Malfoy's up to something. I don't know what, but I intend to find out."

Hermione sighed. "Just don't forget to focus on getting those memories from Slughorn."

Just then, Ron and Lavender walked in. The couple was smiling and holding hands. Hermoine, upon seeing them, said, "I want to look in the library again about Horcruxes before our first class." She stood up and left without another word.

Harry watched her go. He then turned back just in time to see at his best friend snogging the other Gryffindor. He put his back on the scene feeling a twinge of jealousy pierce his heart. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but feel he should be going off in secret to snog someone...

He shook his head. He shouldn't be kissing anyone! He was supposed to be focusing on finding out more about Horcruxes and getting the memory from Slughorn and his homework. He had enough to worry about without the added pressure of dating someone.

~*D/H*~

Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape was awful as usual. He was paired up with Malfoy to practice a spell and ended losing 15 points for Gryffindor. He couldn't help but notice that something about the blond Slytherin seemed... off. It was as if Malfoy was reluctant to get a chance to gain points for his house. Harry didn't let him off easy at all. He couldn't help but notice that Malfoy was going relatively easy on him.

After that he had Arithmancy and then Potions, where his professor continued to avoid him. He still had no idea what to do about that.

Life carried on as usual, but Harry couldn't get Malfoy off his mind. He continued to believe he was a Death Eater, that he's up to no good, but also that he's keeping something very personal from Harry. He wanted to know what but wasn't sure he should know.

A week later, Ron broke up with Lavender and the Golden Trio were back in business. Harry couldn't be more happy that his two very best friends were talking again. And he thought he could hear laughter from that shadow that followed him wherever he went.

~*D/H*~

Draco could never help but feel pride whenever the Dark Lord was angry. He assumed it meant that Harry had done something. Most likely destroy another Horcrux.

He listened as Harry accused him of so many things that were all true. He watched as the one teacher he'd looked up to most killed the Headmaster. He suffered the pain during everything. He noticed the pain Harry went through. He felt the struggle. The forces of darkness at work, however, prevented him from ever intervening.

He wanted nothing more than to be with Harry in the end. All he ever wanted was to be with the one he loved.

As he lay in bed at night, he remembered during 5th year when the Weasel twins played the ultimate joke on Umbridge. He remember the fireworks and Harry running to him to kiss him behind a closed door where they watched the fireworks. They watched the rockets kiss the sky. He could see as though it were just yesterday how the flames went out in Harry's eyes. Someone was in trouble. Possibly Voldemort was torturing another helpless soul. But this time it appeared to be worse. He can still hear his broken whisper. "Sirius." He gave Draco a fleeting look before running to his other friends or someone to help him. Draco would never be enough to help.

~*D/H*~

A year after Draco erased Harry's memories, the pain in the Malfoy's chest began to lift. He was actually starting to believe that Harry could win this. He never really doubted it, but there were some close calls. If he'd been there he would completely laid into that boy for being so reckless. Draco let out a huff laughter that was soon followed by a stray tear. He didn't have as many nightmares anymore, and from what he could gather at the Dark Lord's meetings, Harry was still safe.

Until, lo and behold, Harry simply had to get caught.

Draco always felt guilty whenever people were caught by Snatchers and brought to Malfoy Manor. He'd especially felt remorse for that Lovegood girl who he knew was Harry's friend. He wanted to free her, but was scared of being caught. He was sneaking food to her one day when he heard a scream from Bellatrix upstairs. "DRACO!" Draco ran up the steps two at a time. The sight that greeted him was heart-wrenching.

The Boy-Who-Lived and his comrades had been caught by Snatchers. He knew it was probably for saying You-Know-Who's name- Harry never help back from saying it. He felt a lump develop in his throat. Nothing that I do will ever be enough for you now, Draco thought with a pang,Whatever I do, whatever I do. His love was going to die. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He took a step closer and noticed for the first time that something was wrong with Harry's face. It was as though he'd been stung by a hornet and had a severe allergic reaction. Draco's father seized his arm and pulled him closer to Harry, who had been held aside. "Well, son?" the elder Malfoy asked, "Is it him?"

Draco looked down, refusing to make eye contact. "I-I can't be sure," he replied softly.

"Come close, Draco dear. Take a nice long look." Bellatrix said with a huge smile and pulling back on Harry's hair so Draco could get a full view of the face.

He felt his father behind him whisper, "Son, if we were the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?" He could hear the desperation and excitement in his voice. It disgusted Draco. Please, let me save this conversation, and find a better time! Draco thought to himself.

Draco knelt down in front of Harry and looked at him contemplating what to do. The decision should be obvious. Lie, and save Harry. But he could get in huge trouble for that. It was worth it. The others were talking and Draco simply thanked Harry's brilliant Mudblood friend, in his head, for ruining his face so as to not be instantly recognized.

A moment later, Bellatrix was screaming and Harry was pulled away from Draco and taken to the cellar. Bellatrix was angry and the Granger girl was going to pay.

Draco stood to the side and watched as the girl who saved Harry Potter's life, for the time being, was tortured. He was repulsed by Bellatrix's methods of torture, and couldn't do anything to stop his insane aunt from writing "mudblood" in the intelligent girl's arm, cackling with glee. He knew that Granger's screams would be heard in the basement. He hoped Harry would forgive him for this later. That his love would take him as he was, for he'd never be another man.

Draco shook his head. Forget, forget!

Not long after the goblin, Griphook, was brought up from the dungeons, Harry's friend, Ron appeared somehow and a fight broke out with Draco and Harry and Narcissa and Ron. Draco could feel his heart beating double time as he tried his best not to hurt Harry. He didn't even attack, he simply blocked. Harry was a good fighter.

"STOP!" Bellatrix screamed. The fighting stopped instantly, for behind Draco and his mother, Bellatrix had a knife to the Granger girl's neck. She ordered for Harry and his Weasel friend to drop their wands, and they did. Draco ran reluctantly to get them upon command.

Then, he heard something that made his heart drop to his feet. "It's Harry Potter." He looked up, quickly, frightened by what he would see. But there was no denying that was Harry. He was tempted to throw another Stinging Jinx at his face.

When his dear aunt said to call "him", meaning the Dark Lord, everybody looked towards Draco. His breathing came faster and he looked around to his mother and father to see what to do. Their eyes showed no answer, so he looked towards Harry for help, just like he used to. He was taken back by how much hatred and revulsion showed in one single look. Lucius stepped up to do the honors and Draco shook his head. This wasn't how it was supposed to end! He was going through different plans in his head at that point as to what he could do to save Harry, knowing it was fruitless. But just as his father was about to call the Dark Lord, the chandelier fell right between Bellatrix and the mudblood who had separated at the distraction. He ran to a chair near Harry, to warn him, but Harry had different plans. He immediately tried to snatch Draco's wand from him, and the blond boy instinctively fought back. Don't you ever understand, that if it hurts I'll do whatever I can? Draco thought pleadingly. Harry managed to wrench the wand from Draco and ran back to his friends. When Lucius was about to cast a spell, Harry stupefied him. Dobby appeared and took the trio to Shell cottage, leaving Draco there, adrenaline pumping through his veins wishing he had had just a moment more to look at Harry.

~*D/H*~

The Battle of Hogwarts. Draco knew where his loyalties lie, but was not even given a choice as his house was sent down to the dungeons. He was grateful for Apparition at that moment. He put himself near the Great Hall where he was planning on following Harry until he had a moment to talk with him. He only hoped that Harry would be up for conversation. This was it. This was when he would tell Harry everything and return the memories.

He followed Harry for what seemed like ages, until finally Harry went to the Room of Requirement where he knew he would have the perfect chance to talk to him alone. But that plan was ruined when Crabbe and Goyle got there first and told Draco they were going to help him. Draco tried to get them to leave, but the block-headed boys were stubborn. He would have to knock them out once inside.

Harry was examining a strange crown looking thing when Draco finally came out and said, "What brings you here, Potter?" He swore internally when he realized he'd said "Potter" instead of "Harry". The Boy-Who-Lived seemed unfazed and looked at Draco and his lackeys as though he'd been expecting them.

"Why didn't you tell her? Bellatrix? You knew it was me. But you didn't say anything," Harry said indifferently.

Draco looked down and ignored whatever Crabbe was saying in his ear. So many memories in this room. The many different times they'd met here were swirling around in Draco's head, distracting him.

When he finally looked up to reply, the Granger girl shot a curse at them. As the three started running away, Crabbe turned to curse the mudblood and the Weasley boy ran after them screaming, "That was my girlfriend!"

Then, Crabbe did the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his entire life. He started a Fiendfyre. Draco cursed at the stupid boy and then realized they had to escape. But they were trapped. They started climbing the piles of furniture and Crabbe eventually fell to his death. Horrified, Draco clung on with all his strength and desperately prayed that the fire would go out or something. He hoped that at least Harry would make it out alive. He closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Grab on!" He heard someone call. He opened his eyes again and saw Harry swooping towards him and Goyle on a broomstick. He held his arm up and Harry pulled him on to his broomstick. Draco leaned in slightly, happy to have his arms around the Boy-Who-Lived even for a moment.

Then they crashed out side the doors of the Room of Requirement and Draco ran off, afraid of what Harry's friends might do to him. But once, around a corner, he whispered an incantation and saw the memories floating back the way he'd come, right to Harry.

~*D/H*~

Harry gasped at all the visions that suddenly passed through his mind. Draco talking to him, Draco hugging him, Draco kissing him... He thought at first it was Voldemort, but then realized these were his memories. Draco said that he was going to erase all his memories so he could win... Harry felt the hole in his chest that he'd felt for the longest time disappear. He had loved Draco Malfoy.

Hermione said something and he shut his mind to those thoughts for the time being. He'd have time to dwell on them later if he defeated Voldemort.

~*D/H*~

Draco saw a crowd form out in the courtyard and went to see what had happened. It seemed there was a funeral procession with the Death Eaters. At first, he thought Voldemort was dead. Then he saw the Dark Lord leading the procession. Oh, no...

"Harry Potter is dead!"

He heard the Weasley girl scream his thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to run to the body in Hagrid's arms and hold him. If Harry had given himself to the Dark Lord, did that mean there was no more hope? He swallowed the lump in his throat. Well, at least they would see each other soon. He would kill himself if it came down to it. If only to see Harry one more time.

"Draco!" He heard his father call his name and turned to see the elder Malfoy waving him to join the Death Eaters. He had no choice. He had to do it. Hopefully he would die from one of the Order like he deserved. He walked over and the Dark Lord gave him a hug. An actual hug! Draco continued to stare blankly ahead and stood beside his parents.

He didn't even notice Longbottom step up to speak, his eyes were focused on Harry's un-moving body. How could Harry be so stupid? Did his spell not work? Had Harry not received the memories? Or maybe things were so hopeless, even the Chosen One knew all was lost. Draco bowed his head and mourned in silence.

Out of the blue, he heard the crowd of people gathered erupt into cheers. He jerked his head up and saw Harry running and shooting spells at Voldemort and Nagini. "POTTER!" Draco yelled and ran to help him. The war wasn't won yet. Everyone had gone back to fighting the moment Draco had run to Harry's aide.

He heard Hermione scream, "Crucio!" in his direction. But the pain never came. Draco looked back to see Harry writhing in agony. The Granger girl ended the curse immediately and shrieked, "Harry! What are you doing? He's going to kill you!"

"No!" Harry gasped, "Don't touch him!"

Draco ran and helped Harry up. They made eye contact for a moment and he knew that Harry was thinking the same thing as him. But they left it all unspoken.

Harry broke the connection and started running towards the castle. "Kill the snake!" He shouted as he ran. Draco sat there a minute, shocked and savoring the moment, before he headed back into the fray.

~*D/H*~

The war was over. Voldemort was dead. Draco smiled and cheered with the rest when he heard that Harry had finally defeated Voldemort.

He ran to find the Boy-Who-Lived. He reached the Great Hall and his smile faded. Harry was kissing Ginny. He felt his heart shatter. He knew the two had been going out for a while. He knew that Harry would probably move on without the memories. But that didn't stop the pain from crushing his heart.

An arm wrapped around his shoulders and he looked to see his mother looking at him with understanding. She had known all along his love for Harry. Draco had told her himself. She knew he'd taken his memories too. She pulled him away from the sight and whispered in his ear, "Let's go home."

Draco nodded reluctantly. He turned back one more time to see Harry looking at him with a pleading look on his face. Draco smiled and waved before putting his back to the one he loved one more time and walked away for good.

Draco knew that Harry just needed to let him go. He would never forget the times they shared, nor would he ever regret what he did. It was better off this way. No, he would never change his mind and decide that they should be together. Harry needed to live his life without the extra drama that having Draco would add. And nothing that Harry could say would have saved them this time. Draco wasn't good enough for Harry and he knew that.

Besides, Draco thought to himself looking in the mirror, eyes red from a night of crying 5 years later, I'd rather be lonely than be by your side.

What do you guys think? This is my second Drarry fanfiction! I would appreciate reviews so I know what my readers want. :3

This was actually based off a video on Youtube. Look up Unspoken Draco/Harry. ;)

Thanks again for reading!

For the If You Dare challenge this is 534: Lonely Road.

For the Are You Crazy Enough challenge this is 690: (object) Wand.