Draco sat in Lucinda's, the fanciest restaurant Draco could find that wasn't full of muggles. He was very irritated and not because he had already told off three waitresses for their rude service but because it was 7:45 and Harry had not arrived yet. He better have a good reason for this Draco thought to himself checking his watch for the third time in the past 30 seconds.

"Another red, Please," Draco asked grabbing a waitress's arm as she walked past.

"Yes, sir." She nodded and carried on walking.

Five minutes later the double doors in front of Draco swung open, and a bushy-haired Hermione hurried inside. He didn't remember inviting Granger to this meal, but his face paled as he saw how frantic she looked.

Draco shot up dropping his napkin on the table. "What's happened to Harry?"

"Harry, he got hit, he is in St Mungo's, we need to go, now" Hermione grabbed Draco's arm, and they disapparated to St Mungo's.

~~..~~~..~~

Harry sat in Lucinda's with Hermione and Ron; they were all smiling warmly at each other. Harry and Ron had both gotten their dream jobs as Aurors and were out celebrating together. It was one of the happiest days of Harry's life, it had been nearly two years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and their lives had been so hectic since then they hadn't had a moment to celebrate something as ordinary as getting a new job.

"To Harry and Ron," Hermione raised her glass to toast her boyfriend and her best friend. "I'm so proud of you both."

"Isn't that Malfoy?" Harry asked distracted by the white blonde hair that had entered the restaurant.

They all turned to look at Draco Malfoy stood at the entrance with his mother linked in his arm. He was a lot paler than the last time Harry had seen him nearly two years ago. He was wearing his usual all-black suit and signature smirk.

Spotted by Draco, Hermione and Ron glanced away, but Harry remained eyes locked carefully on the Blonde. He had whispered something into his mother's ear, and she had turned to look directly at their table.

"Should we go?" Hermione whispered.

"No," Harry replied before she had even finished her sentence. "They aren't a threat to us."

The waitress led Draco and Narcissa to the table next to theirs, the tension between them all grew more intense.

"Good evening," Mrs Malfoy graciously greeted them.

"Good evening," Harry replied in the same way. "If you will excuse me." Harry stood up needing to go freshen up.

Harry stood in the men's bathroom staring at himself in the mirror exhaling hard.

"I don't want this to be awkward and ruin your night," A voice from the doorway said making Harry quickly turn his head to see the blonde hair and grey eyes stood cautiously against the closed door.

"It's not... I mean you... It's fine," Harry was nervous and hated that Draco had always made him nervous.

An amused smirk appeared on Draco's face once again. "Look, I am not the same guy I was two years ago, I was a prick, I was craving my father's approval."

"You don't need to tell me any of this," Harry said feeling the heat at the back of his neck.

"Actually, I do, I got confirmation today that I will be a secretary for Mr H Potter." He looked anxiously away from Harry while he took in the new information.

Harry didn't know what he should be feeling, he was surprised and confused and worried all at the same time, was this a ploy?

"Please say something," Draco said after a few moments.

"Why would they put us together after everything you and your family did?" It came out more aggressive than Harry realised.

"My father is in Azkaban paying for his crimes, I was pardoned," Draco replied but it wasn't an aggressive reply just a matter of fact, he had no hate or anger left in him. "I understand we haven't the best of history together, but I would like a second chance if that will be possible?"

Harry looked Draco up and down as if he was assessing him, He was never one for revenge or holding grudges, and they weren't school boys anymore.

"I can give you a second chance," Harry held out his hand, and Draco shook it, both smiling.

~~~~~...~~~

"I don't see why I need to be here, Draco."

"Because father, he is your son in law and also mother is at work so she couldn't come."

"He has been like this for three days, I hardly think it will change today."

"Can't you be a little supportive, father."

"Oh, look."

Harry's eyes began to flutter open; he didn't know where he was or who was speaking it was all muffled. His eyes opened fully and was shocked when he saw two sets of white blonde hair looking down on him. Lucius and Draco Malfoy.

Harry sat up too fast and groaned in pain, why was he in pain, he thought.

"Don't sit up," the voice of Draco said.

"Why are you here? Are you here to kill me?" Harry's voice was hoarse and didn't come out as loud as he intended.

"No, Harry it's me, Draco."

"I know who you are; your hair gives you away, why isn't your father in Azkaban?"

"You are in the hospital, you got hurt when you were on the field," Draco replied ignoring the Azkaban question. "Father, go call for Hermione."

"What have you done to Hermione?" Harry tried' to grip for his wand but picked up a spoon.

"Hermione is the nurse here at St Mungo's," Draco said.

"Where're my glasses?" Harry asked, a few seconds later his vision became clear as Draco placed his round spectacles on his face.

"Oh, Harry,"Hermione's voice came trailing in the room he looked at her and Lucius trailing behind.

"Hermione, whats going on, why are the Malfoys here?" Harry asked ignoring the fact they were both in the room and could hear the question.

"Harry, Draco is your husband," Hermione looked at the confused Harry then looked at Draco sympathetically. "I was worried this would happen."

"He doesn't remember me, does he?" Draco whispered bowing his head.

Hermione looked back to Harry. "Do you know what year it is Harry?"

Harry closed his eyes to think about it. "2000, January 2000,"

"Fuck," Draco exhaled.

"No, Harry," Hermione said softly. "It's 28th April 2015."

"It...No...It can't be," Harry's eyes welled with confusion. "What's going on Hermione?"

"Three days ago you and Ron were out chasing after Theodore Nott, you got hit and badly hurt we didn't know what spell had been cast until, well, now. Harry, you have lost 15 years of your memory."

Harry let out a deep exhale. He looked at the three people in the room, his best friend Hermione, his school enemy Draco Malfoy and the death eater Lucius Malfoy. They each had the same worried expression on their faces, they all looked older than he last remembered. Was this all true was he really married to Malfoy?

"What do we do now?" Lucius spoke softly with concern which startled Harry.

"Well, we don't know if he is going to get his memory back or if we can get it back," Hermione replied.

"Harry, I'm so sorry." Draco sat in the chair next to his bed and grabbed Harry's hand, which to Draco's dismay he pulled away.

"This is all too much," Harry said to an upset Draco.