Harry could feel his heart begin to race as his eyes landed on the blonde at the door. He was leaning against the door, almost casually, but Harry could tell he wasn't at ease at all.
" Your- your Draco." He said shakily, pointing at him. He immediately dropped his arm, feeling embarrassed at how much he had sounded like a 4 year old when he had done that.
The other man didn't smirk, even though Harry had a feeling that he might. He just pushed his hair back with one hand, and looked at the healer he had came to know as Cho Chang.
She gave him a smile, and gestured to him to come in.
" So, Harry, this is . Do you.." She paused, as she thought of what to say.
" Remember him?". She finally said.
Harry nodded.
" Kind of.. I.." He put his head in his hands.
He looked up when he felt a hand on his neck.
" Now, come on Harry, don't worry. This remembering thing just takes a little time." Cho said softly, pulling him into a hug. Harry swallowed down the lump in his throat, trying to keep at bay the tears that were threatening to come.
Cho stood up, and spun around towards Draco.
" I'll just leave you two to it then. I'll be just down the hall, so shout if you need anything."
And with that, she was gone.
There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Harry spoke.
" So... I guess you better sit down."
Draco nodded, and gently plopped himself down on the chair next to Harry's bed. Draco took a deep breath, before speaking again.
" So, what exactly do you remember about me?".
Harry gave him a half smile.
" Well, not much to be honest. I just knew, when I was in that hospital room, that someone was missing. That someone should have been there. And I guess it was you."
Harry felt his cheeks heat up.
" I remember something else too. We were at this big lake. Me, you, Ron and Hermione. We were ice skating and..." He trailed off, looking down at the floor, embarrassed.
Draco smirked.
" We kissed?".
Harry's head snapped around to look at Draco.
" We.. kissed."
Draco nodded.
" That was the first time."
Harry nodded numbly.
Draco sighed.
" Look, let's cut the crap. You want to know, what it is about me that made you remember me, and not anyone else, right?".
Harry nodded quickly, clasping at the bed covers so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
" Well... I suppose I should start from the beginning."
Harry nodded, again. He couldn't seem to form words at this point, forget about actually coherent sentences.
" You and me Harry? We hated each other at school. Loathed each other in fact."
Harry's eyes widened.
" Why would I hate you?". He said, shocked.
Draco laughed slightly.
" Because I was a twat, that's why."
Harry couldn't help but smile at that.
" Anyway, I stopped hating you in fifth year. I realised it was quite a thin line between love and hate."
Harry swallowed nervously.
Draco shook his head.
" It wasn't love, then, obviously. Just a crush. I'm not that drastic. You were completely oblivious. So was I for the most part. I had a lot to deal with at that point, and being gay wasn't really what I needed."
Harry felt a nervous flutter in his stomach.
" Life went on, after that. There was the war, but you don't like to talk about that. Neither do I. It wasn't until about two years after the war when I next properly had contact with you. You sent me an owl, completely out of the blue. You sent my wand back."
" Why did I have your wand?". Harry spluttered.
Draco smiled slightly.
" It was the war, your wand broke. You needed a wand, you took mine."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
" But you would have needed one too?".
Draco shook his head.
" I made do with another wand. And besides, you definitely needed one more than me."
Harry sighed.
" Anyway, after you sent me my wand, we had much more contact. It started with just letters, then we met up for drinks once a week. We became good friends, believe it or not."
Harry bit his lip.
" My brain isn't really giving me any reasons not to believe it."
Draco nodded, looking blank for a moment.
" Right.. Yeah.."
He coughed slightly, before continuing.
" It was about a year and a half after we became friends, when we... Kissed. For the first time." Draco looked around the room awkwardly.
Harry eyes lit up slightly.
" At the frozen lake! Ice skating!".
Draco's grey eyes darted up to meet Harry's.
" Yeah. Like you said before. You knew that already."
Harry nodded excitedly.
" Yeah! Just that though, but I had like a memory, dream thing last night. I remember!".
A grin broke out across Draco's face.
" That's... That's great, Harry."
He trailed off as the grin dissolved.
Harry blinked.
" What? What's wrong?".
Draco swallowed.
" After the kiss, we dated for around a year. Then I proposed."
Harry's eyes widened, and he looked down at his hands, that were clinging onto the bed sheet. No ring.
He looked up at the blonde man, confused.
Draco looked down at the floor.
" We married six months later. We were together for three years. We were happy. I think."
Harry's face softened in sadness.
" What happened?".
Draco took a shaky breath.
" You were sent a picture.. Of me. And another man."
Draco's heart nearly broke again at the look of pure sadness, and confusion on Harry's face.
" W-what?". He stuttered.
" The man that gave it to you was the man that I thought you were having an affair with."
Harry's squeezed his eyes shut.
" Harry? What's happening?".
Harry kept his eyes closed.
" You cheated on me. You came here.. To remind me about that?",
Draco stayed silent.
" I can't remember anything. I can't remember my best friends, my school life, nothing! And you thought it was appropriate to give me that memory back?",
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Harry interrupted.
" I can't remember. I can't remember what happened, but I can remember how it felt."
Draco took a step back.
" Hurt.." Harry whispered.
" Pain.."
" Betrayal..."
" Anger..."
" Love..."
When Harry opened his eyes again, Draco was gone.
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Pounding. That's all Draco could hear in his heard. Thud, thud, thud, like a drum. He was out of breath, after sprinting from the hospital room. He had never seen Harry like this. Never. So.. open. Emotionally. It killed him inside.
The fresh, outside air hit his face as he leaned against the hospital building wall, trying to concentrate on his breathing.
" Hello, Malfoy."
Draco spun around as he heard a voice, sneering at him from behind. To his disgust, he was faced with Miller Jones, Harry's auror partner. Draco hated him. Miller had always been after Harry. He had been the reason there marriage had came to an end.
He was standing there, with his brown hair combed into a sickeningly neat pattern. He was wearing a black, fancy dress robe, and holding a huge bunch of yellow tulips. Draco had never though he was good looking at all. His brown eyes were too beady, his nose too big and squashy.
" What the hell are you doing here?". Draco spat.
Miller smirked.
" Here to see Harry of course. Although I could ask you the same question."
Draco narrowed his eyes.
" Harry's my-".
" Your what, Malfoy?". Miller scowled. " Your ex? He's nothing to you anymore. You broke his heart. Deal with it."
Draco reached for his wand in his pocket.
" I wouldn't if I were you." Miller said blankly, taking a step closer.
" Lots of cameras here. Don't want to be seen hexing an Auror, do we?".
He smiled nastily.
" See you around, Malfoy. Or not. Don't want you.. disturbing me and Harry." He winked.
Draco clenched his fists.
" Burn in hell. Harry could never love you."
The smile on Millers face vanished.
" We'll just see about that, won't we Draco?".
And with that, Miller disappeared.
Draco huffed slightly, and massaged his neck slightly. He needed to go home. Draco sighed deeply, before apparating away with a crack.
