Chapter 2.

Note: So, when I said this story was loosely based on the vow, it's very loosely based. I have taken some ideas from the film, and this story was inspired by it. To all of you who have seen the vow, this story doesn't have much resemblance, but I decided to write this as the film made me think up this plot of Harry having amnesia. Any questions, feel free to leave them in the review section, or give me a mail

" No way Potter. I don't ice skate." Draco sneered. The dark haired boy laughed, throwing his head back slightly. He looked out over the large lake that had completely frozen over, a sudden urge of excitement pulsing through him. With a flick of his wand, he transfigured the pair of scruffy, old trainers he was wearing into shiny, red ice skates. He glided onto the ice, and spun towards Draco, holding his hand out. The blonde boy folded his arms across his chest, and shook his head. " No. Go get Weasley or Granger to join you."
Harry's eyes fleeted over to the other side of the lake. Hermione and Ron were messing about in the snow, their loud laughter clearly audible from where he was standing.
He looked at Draco, and pouted.
Draco closed his eyes. " No, you can't do that. No, no no!".
He groaned the last word as Harry transfigured Draco's smart, winter boots, and quickly pulled him on to the ice.
" Potter!", He gasped as he struggled to keep still. Harry chuckled.
" It's ok, I'll guide you."
He heard Draco snort slightly, but he reluctantly put his hands on Harry's shoulders.
" Right. Just follow my lead."
Everything was going well for the next 30 seconds, as they glided steadily across the ice.
" Oh my.. I'm doing it! I'm actually-".
Draco shouldn't have become so confident so quickly. As he excitedly babbled along, he lost his footing.
" Ah, ah! Harry!".
With a slicing noise of Ice skate on ice, both boys came tumbling down, Draco lying on top of Harry.
Harry started to laugh, but was cut short when his eyes met Draco's.
He turned his head slightly, to see that Ron and Hermione were gone, then looked back. Draco swallowed nervously. Harry bit back a grin.
" Well.. This is cosy." Draco muttered.
Harry bit his lip.
" You called me Harry." He whispered.
Draco closed his eyed, and pursed his lips.
" I did? Slip of the tongue, obviously."
Harry smirked.
" You called me Harry,".
He leaned up slightly, so his lips were nearly touching his ear. He brushed a lock of white, blonde hair away from his face.
" Draco". He breathed.
Draco slowly turned his head. Harry's eyes slowly locked into Draco's clear, grey ones. All that could be heard was the two boys breathing, heavily. Draco's eyes flickered to Harry's lips, and he leaned forward. Harry closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was abou-

Harry jolted awake, sitting up in his bed in a panic. What the hell just happened? He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his brow and immediately reached for his glasses. Why had the dream, memory, whatever it was, ended so abruptly? He groaned in could hear voices out side his room, talking quietly. Obviously trying not to wake him. He didn't really take much notice of them, the only thing he was concerned about was the awful pain in his head. He brought his fingers to his temples, trying to massage them soothingly. He sighed slightly, at the tiny bit of relief it gave him. His mind wandered back to the dream. That blonde guy, was obviously Draco. He had no idea how he remembered him at all. Why could he not remember any of his friends, but he remembered Draco? He remembered last night, the jolting feeling he had in the out of his stomach when he asked Hermione where Draco was. Where had that even come from? After he had asked, the memories about him and all kind of clicked together to form a kind of montage. The first time they met, in Hogwarts. Hermione, punching him in the face outside the school. Glimpses of all the times they had argued. The time when Harry had accidentally nearly killed him with Sectumsempra. Malfoy Manor, when he had been captured and Draco didn't identify him. Saving Draco from the fire in the Room of requirement. Talking to Ron and Hermione about him. And now, the ice skating memory.
Harry flopped back down on the bed, mentally exhausted.
He must have drifted off back to sleep, as the next thing he knew, he was being awoken by a quiet knock at the door.
Harry shuffled in his bed nervously as approached him, hands in the pockets of his long white coat.
" Hello, Harry."
Harry shot him a half smile.
pulled over one of the little foldable chairs that sat in the corners of the room, and plonked himself down beside Harry's bed. He placed his hands on his knees, before speaking once more.
" I need to ask you a few qulestions. About.. You're memory."
Harry nodded.
" First, I need you to tell me everything you remember about yourself. Only what you remember mind, not what anyone else had told you."
pulled out his clipboard again, waiting for Harry to speak. Harry took a deep breath.
" My name is Harry James Potter. My dad is James Potter, my mother is Lily Potter. Both are dead. They were killed by Lord Voldemort."
He waited for the doctor to finish scribbling before continuing.
" So you remember Voldemort?".
Harry nodded.
" I remember glimpses of our meetings. I remember killing him at The Battle Of Hogwarts."
The doctor nodded, before letting Harry continue.
" Since their death, I've lived with my Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley, my cousin. We live in England, Surrey, Little Whinging, number 4 privet drive. I know I'm an Auror, and work at the ministry."
The doctor nodded.
" The rest of my memory is just little flashes really. Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Would you like to hear them too?".
Dr Reed nodded.
Harry grimaced.
" I vaguely remember Ron and Hermione. A memory came back to me while I was asleep last night. We were all out on this huge, frozen lake. Me, Ron, Hermione and Draco. Me and Draco were ice skating."
Harry didn't want to add the fact that he and Draco may or may not have kissed.
The doctor smiled.
" Well, at least that's a start! Now Harry,". He lowered his voice slightly.
" Can you tell me everything you remember about Draco Malfoy?".
Harry nodded, and bit his lip.
" Again, I remember little flashes. Tiny memory's. The lake one has been the biggest yet. I remember meeting Draco at Hogwarts. I remember the time Hermione punched him in the face. I remember little pieces of all the times we had argued, which happened a lot." Harry smirked slightly.
" I remember the time I found him crying in the bathroom. That was when I accidentally almost killed him."
He looked down, feeling guilty.
" Carry on,". The doctor prompted.
Harry looked back up.
" I remember when I was captured and took to Malfoy Manor. Draco knew who I was, but he didn't identify me. I remember saving him from the room of requirement, when it caught on fire. I remember talking to Ron and Hermione about him. I know that was after the battle though. A while after."
Harry sighed and rubbed his temples again.
bit his lip.
" So, you remember nothing about you and 's relationship?"
Harry's eyes bolted up to meet , panic filling him.
" Relationship? I don't really think we had one. I suppose we must have been friends, according to the lake memory".
Harry tried to avert his gaze, hoping he would buy his lie. Harry had no clue what was going on, he didn't want anyone to know he remembered this ' could be kiss'. What if it was a memory no one was meant to see?
sighed.
" So why did you ask where Draco was?".
Harry paused.
" To be honest, I really don't know. He was just the first name that popped into my head."
" So, nothing significant about him?".
Harry shook his head, sighing.
" I don't think so. He's just, Draco I suppose."

Draco had took off. Again.
Draco knew he had to stop running away from Harry. But he could never stop running from that boy.
It had been his words that made him run. He was waiting outside the hospital room, for the doctor to let him in, when he heard Harry's voice. It was still echoing around his head, Harry and the doctors conversation.

" So, you remember nothing about you and 's relationship?"

" Relationship? I don't really think we had one. I suppose we must have been friends, according to the lake memory".

" So, nothing significant about him?".

" I don't think so. He's just, Draco I suppose."

Just Draco. That's him all right.
He sat down wearily on the nearest hospital chair and put his head in his hands, grasping at his hair.
Harry's words always had an effect on him. He remembered the last time he had properly spoken to Harry. The last time they'd been alone together.

Draco stood, in the kitchen, hands clasped around the small whiskey glass. He was standing, looking out of the window, staring at the scenery.
Muggle London, he thought, isn't that ugly.
He heard the front door open and close, and footsteps come his way. He still didn't turn around.
It was was a minute later when he heard breathing, and saw Harry's reflection in the window. Leaning against the door frame, looking exhausted.
Draco still didn't turn around.
There was a long pause, before Harry spoke.
" So, who's better then?".
Draco whipped around, to see Harry, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
" What?". He choked out.
Harry smirked, all though it was clear he didn't find this funny.
" Who's better Draco?",
He paused as he slid the piece of paper along the kitchen table. Draco looked at it, and his heart stopped.
" Me, or Blaise Zabini?".
His eyes were glued to the image in front if him. Blaise was very close to Draco, and he watched as photograph Draco and Blaise leaned in, so close they almost became one. Blaise put his hand on Draco's cheek, caressing it. Draco placed his hand on Blaise's shoulder.
" Who gave you this?". He said in a shaky voice, looking at Harry.
Harry averted his gaze.
" Does it really matter?".
" WHO GAVE YOU THIS?!". He yelled, so loudly that the silence that follow was so vast you could hear a pin drop.
Harry dropped his arms to his sides.
" Miller." He said quietly.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
He hated Miller, Harry's Auror partner, with a burning passion
" Well, Harry, I suppose I could say the same to you too, couldn't I?".
Harry's head had snapped up.
" Excuse me? It's not me that's cheating." He spat.
Draco laughed an awful sounding laugh.
" Yeah right. You and Miller have been at it for months."
Harry took a step forward.
" We have not, you bastard!"
" Well then why did he give you this photo?". Draco sneered.
" Because unlike you, maybe he actually bloody well gives a damn about my feelings!". Harry shouted.
Draco was silent.
He put his glass down on the table.
" I'm out of here."
Harry snorted.
" Whatever, you go crying back to Blaise. Maybe he'll give you a comforting shag!".
Draco guffawed.
" Yeah? Well good luck trying to get Millers head out of his arse so you can get some again!". Draco marched toward the door, grabbing his coat.
" Oh, Fuck you, Malfoy!". Harry spat.
" Up yours, Potter!". Draco bellowed before slamming the door shut.

" ?". A sweet polite voice interrupted his dark thoughts, thank god. If he kept his mind on this train of thought, he would have torn his hair out.
Draco looked up to see a woman, wearing a long, white coat, who looked about the same age as him. Long, black shiny hair, petite figure, dark eyes...
" Cho Chang." He said wearily.
Cho smiled sweetly.
" It's Healer Chang, nowadays. You know, nurses nurse, healers heal, doctors.. doctor." She smirked.
Draco nodded.
" Anyway, I've been sent here. To collect you. I'm helping out with Harry." She beamed.
Draco couldn't contain his scowl.
He and Cho had never really gotten on when it came to Harry, her being his long time crush before Draco came onto the scene. There had been many raised wands and stern words between the pair of them.
Cho caught his look, and chuckled slightly.
" Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist, Malfoy. I'm an engaged woman, thank you very much." She stuck her tongue out as she held out her hand, showing a glistening wedding ring.
Draco stood up, brushing his legs down of dust.
" Well, congratulations. Who's the lucky man?". He followed Cho as she walked back the way he had just come, beckoning for him to follow.
" Michael Corner."
She grinned.
Draco nodded, and they walked in silence for a moment, before Draco gave in, and asked the question that had been on his mind since he'd received the call from Hermione three hours ago.
" So.. How is he then?".
Cho gave him a sad smile.
" Not too great, I'm afraid."
Draco looked at his feet.
Cho stopped, only a little bit away from Harry's room. She hugged her clipboard to her chest.
" Auror mission went wrong. Nasty business really. One of the Auror's concealment charms were let down. Harry was hit by an awfully strong stunning spell. Whacked his head of a wall. Brain injury."
Draco closed his eyes, and took a shaky breath.
He opened his eyes as Cho touched his hand.
" So.."
Cho sighed.
" Amnesia. Can't remember anything after he joined Hogwarts. Except-".
She paused, and gestured to Draco.
" You. As you know, he asked Hermione about you. She called you, and here we are."
Draco bit his lip.
" What exactly does he.."
" Remember about you? Not much. He just.. knows you. Your familiar to him."
He nodded.
Cho gave him a sympathetic look.
" Harry's memory is in a state that he doesn't remember much good things. Or bad things."
She squeezed his hand.
" Whatever happened between you and Harry, Draco, it's natural for you to still care. Ok?".
Draco gave her a small smile.
" Shall we go in then?".
He followed Cho into the hospital room, but lingered at the door.
" Alright Harry?". She said cheerily, as she walked towards Harry's bed, to take away the empty water glass.
Draco couldn't take his eyes of the bed. Harry looked so... tired. So drained. It pained him to see Harry look like this. So.. vulnerable.
Draco's breath hitched as Harry's eyes landed on him.
His green eyes widened as they landed on Draco. He opened his mouth to speak, as Draco leaned against the door.
" Hello, Potter. Remember me?".

Sorry, I tend to go on a bit. You'll hear more about the marriage thing next chapter. Again, please review. Constructive criticism welcomed.
Also, a question: Are there any songs that remind you of Drarry?
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