A/N: The first chapter of the two that shall be posted tonight. I was thrilled when I saw FOUR reviews, even though I only asked for three. (:
A/N: Just warning you now, this chapter made me cry when I wrote it. I understand you guys aren't as emotional as me, but I still felt I must warn you that it gets extremely depressing as it nears the end. And it doesn't get happy again. ):
Forgotten Memories Resurface
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The rest of the holidays were a blur of laughter, some amazingly hot sex, loads of fantasies, another incident with a teacher's desk, (though this time we used Snape's; the outcome was fucking hilarious. I never would have expected him to actually shag anyone), and presents.
Harry, Blaise, Finnegan, Boot, and I were sitting underneath the shade of an exceptionally billowy tree by the Lake. We watched, laughing at the students who were just coming back. We had a little game going. First, we would all agree on whether we thought the person walking in got shagged, and then Harry would mutter some charm or another. If the person's face started to glow, they were shag-free, but if it started to turn red, they had definitely shagged. The redder they turned, the more they had shagged.
"Granger?" I asked, watching the bushy-haired perfectionist walk into the Castle without paying us any attention. "I vote she got shagged."
They all looked at me like I was crazy. "Alright, we all vote no. If you're right, we'll each give you three galleons, but if we're right, you have to give each of us five galleons." Finnegan was smirking.
"Alright, I'll take that bet," I smirked right back at him.
Harry muttered the spell and Granger's face turned a dark shade of crimson. Everyone looked over at me, mouths agape, partially because when we had tested the Weasel, he had started to glow. I laughed.
"Pay up, boys," I ordered, holding my hand out. Twelve galleons were reluctantly dropped in my hand. I shoved them into my pocket, and couldn't help but laugh at their feeble attempts to guess who had done who.
After another hour or so of watching, night had fallen and we headed into the Great Hall. To our dismay, the Tables had all turned back. Damn, now I couldn't sit beside Harry.
Sighing, Harry and I parted ways. Blaise and I took our seats at the Slytherin Table with Pansy waiting for me. She had a smirk on her lips that made even me uncomfortable.
"So Dray," she said as I sat down, "I guess you had a couple good shags, huh?"
"As a matter of fact, Pans," I said, smiling and preparing myself a tossed salad, "I had a lot more than a couple, and they were way beyond good. In fact, I'd venture to say that they were bloody amazing."
I took a bite of my salad and watched her smirk turn into an all-out grin. "I knew it!" she squealed. "So, you guys are just casual shags, then?"
"Not quite, Pans," Blaise said from in front of me. "They're definitely boyfriends. Sex, love, jokes, the whole package."
I smirked at Blaise. He was such a drama queen. More so since he confessed to liking Nott. "Well, since Blaise seems so keen on telling my life stories, maybe he would like to explain, in detail, how it happened?"
Blaise grinned sheepishly. "Well, from what Dray's told me, it was the night you left," he started explaining.
"The night I left?" Pans cut in. "But, Dray, that was the same night that you were in the ROR crying your eyes out!"
"Anyway," Blaise continued, ignoring Pansy's interruption. I fought back a laugh. Pansy sneered at him. "Apparently, Har-Potter found him standing under some tree, staring at the Lake, crying. They got to talking, realized they were meant for each other, promised to never leave or something, and started shagging EVERY day." He finished with a smirk.
"Every day?" Pans asked incredulously. "That's almost as much as me!"
Blaise and I laughed. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and scowled. "Dray," she said angrily, "Did you allow that moron to replace me?"
"Of course not, Pans," I assured her. "I was just his temporary fuck-buddy until you came back." She blushed furiously and Blaise and I laughed again.
"Draco!" she hissed. "You are NOT supposed to say that out loud!"
"Pans, you're still my best friend," I laughed. "Blaise has just joined you. Though I promise I'll go to you with my frivolous problems first."
She turned up her nose. "You'd better," she said in a warning voice.
I reached over and started tickling her. "Draco!" she screeched in between giggles. "S-Stop it!"
I let go of her squirming body and started to laugh. Blaise joined, then Pans, then everyone around us. The Staff gave us some very strange looks, along with the rest of the Hall as soon as the entire table went up in roars of laughter. Soon, the Gryffindors joined in with us, then the Ravenclaws, and finally the Hufflepuffs. The teachers were all looking at us incredulously; some horrified, others amused, and tried to calm us all down. Of course they failed, and finally, they themselves joined in on the laughter.
Even my cynical godfather was laughing.
The rest of the meal was spent trying to contain the laughter, but the smallest thing would set everyone off again.
Finally, Blaise, Pansy and I headed back to our Common Room. Nott fell into step beside Blaise, looking at him with a smirk. Blaise smirked back, and it took every fiber in my body not to just crack up at the sight of it all. Pansy must have been having the same problem because she soon lost her composure and slumped against the nearest wall, laughing her skinny little arse off.
That caused everyone in the corridor to erupt in laughter as well, including Blaise and Nott.
Finally, after she had calmed down, we continued walking.
"So Blaise," I smirked at him. "When are you going to let Pansy in on the good news?"
At the word 'news', Pansy's face lit up.
"I-um, I was, um, w-waiting, until th-the right t-time," he stuttered, blushing and looking directly at the ground.
I forced myself not to laugh, and was instead content on just a smile.
"Go ahead and tell her, Blaise," Nott coaxed, placing a loving hand on Blaise's shoulder. The sight made me shudder involuntarily. Thank God it went unnoticed by the love-struck couple. I'm pretty sure Pans was too wrapped up in the scene in front of her that she didn't notice either, but with that girl, you never can be too sure.
"Well Pans," Blaise said, finally looking up. "We, I mean, Theo and I, we're, um, well, we're a c-couple." I was surprised he was able to choke the words out.
Pansy stopped walking and was staring, open-mouthed, at Blaise and Nott. "You-him-are, t-together?" she sputtered.
I reached over and closed her mouth, fighting back a laugh. "Yes, Pans," I said to her. "They are officially an item. However repulsive an item notwithstanding."
Blaise glared at me while Nott smiled. "Oh come off it, Blaise," I smirked. "You know I was only joking."
His expression lightened and I couldn't hold it back any longer. I started to laugh. Thank God we were in an almost empty hallway, because it took us at least fifteen minutes to recover.
We finally reached the Common Room and walked inside without bothering to notice the note taped to the front of the wall.
We were sitting in the Common Room some twenty minutes later, laughing our arses off at something stupid when a group of sixth years walked in, the apparent leader holding a piece of parchment and mimicking a rather crudely something that does not even deserve to be mentioned here.
They all started laughing. I decided to listen in on their conversation (not that it was very difficult, seeing as they were practically shouting) and see what the bloody hell they were up to.
"Oh Dray," the leader mimicked in a high pitched, supposedly girly tone, looking down at the letter again. "Watching you in the Great Hall at Dinner tonight was just too much." He stopped to put his hand to his forehead and pretend to faint. "We need to meet at once. Meet me in the 'roar' at nine. Don't be late. I don't know how long I can last without you in me." At that moment, he started to hump the air violently, moaning and panting my name, resembling a drugged poodle.
I stood quickly, earning confused stares from the other three. I practically ran over to the laughing group of sixth years and quickly put my wand at their leaders' throat. I knew I was sneering. His cronies immediately drew their wands and pointed them at me. It was that moment that Pansy, Blaise, and (much to my surprise) Nott joined me with their wands pointed at the sixth years.
"What the hell is your fucking problem?" I snarled nastily, pressing my wand deeper into the kid's throat. I could hear him whimper. Somehow that didn't matter to me. "Well?"
"I-I-I don't kn-know what y-you m-m-mean," he stuttered, trying not to whimper again.
"You know exactly what I mean!" I yelled viciously, towering over the younger boy.
"W-We f-found the n-note taped t-to th-the wall," he explained, whimpering again.
"And you took it upon your foolish selves to grab a note that obviously DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU, read it aloud, AND JOKE ABOUT IT?" I knew I was scaring the little bugger to death, but in my opinion he deserved it.
"Dray," Pans whispered, trying to calm me down.
"Dray?" The boy under my wand drew himself to his full height (which was still shorter than mine) and developed a sneer pretty damn fast. "So it's a love note for you?" his cronies and him decided to laugh, even with wands pointed at them.
I growled. "You would do well to remember who exactly you are dealing with," I told him menacingly in a low tone. I raised the arm of my left sleeve to reveal that horrible mark that had been placed on my arm nearly three years ago now.
He smirked. "Your Lord was defeated in the war," he told me. "Or do you not remember?"
It was my turn to smirk. Rather evilly if I do say so myself. "He may have been defeated," I told him, lowering my voice to a barely audible whisper and leaning close so that only he could hear. "But I still have a perfect recollection of every Dark Spell I learned while serving under him. I could test out how well I can perform them even after all these months if you'd like."
He tensed noticeably.
"You wouldn't," he threatened, his tone lessening considerably.
"Oh," I whispered, smirking, "But I would."
Suddenly, one of his friends threw a body-binding curse at me, which I easily deflected and allowed to hit the moron who had thrown it at me.
In less than a few seconds, curses were flying. My select few all hit their target (the idiot who decided to make fun of me in the first place) and he was soon bleeding from all sorts of places. I knew he wasn't dead, but his friends didn't. They saw his broken body, grabbed it and ran away.
As soon as they were gone, I ran up to my dormitory and slammed the door. Within a minute, they were all up there trying to calm me down. I was furiously pacing the length of the dorm over and over again, trying my damned hardest not to break something.
"Dray, calm down," Pansy tried. "They attacked first, remember? We're not getting in trouble!"
I laughed bitterly. "You think that's what I'm upset over?" I practically yelled. She shrank back slightly, fear taking over her usually happy features. I slammed my fist against the wall, causing them all to jump.
"Draco!" It was Nott. That fucking arseface. "Calm the fuck down!" I glared at him.
"You're telling ME to calm down?" I asked, fury lacing my words. He stood tall and glared right back at me. "What makes you think you have the bloody RIGHT to tell me to calm down?"
"Don't fight with Theo," Blaise ordered, standing next to his boyfriend.
I suddenly felt dizzy and fell against the wall for support. Brief images kept speeding through my mind. Me on my bed at night. Nott standing there, jacking off as I said his name. These couldn't be real. Th-They just couldn't be!
Yelling in frustration, I squeezed my eyes shut and suddenly remembered what Blaise had said so many weeks ago in Potions. 'You must have taken a memory potion.' Shit!
I ran out of the dorm and out of the Common Room, vision blurred by all of the images that kept racing through my head.
"Draco, wait!" It was Pansy. I could hear them all hurrying to keep up with me, so I pushed my body to the limit and sprinted the rest of the way to the Potions classroom, losing them somewhere along the way. As soon as I entered the classroom, Snape looked up at me.
"Did you give me a potion a few weeks ago?" I immediately demanded.
"What are you doing here, Draco?" he asked, stepping toward me. I instinctively drew my wand.
"DID YOU GIVE ME A POTION A FEW WEEKS AGO?!" I screamed, trying to block out the horrible images.
"Y-Yes," Snape answered, stepping back.
"Why?" The images wouldn't stop. I could feel my heart hammering against my chest. I saw me throw Nott off of me. He didn't answer.
"WHY?" I was yelling again.
"You never told me," Snape answered quietly.
"BULLSHIT!" I shouted at him, ready to attack.
"Draco, calm down," he started taking another step toward me.
"EXPELLIARAMUS!" I shouted, sending him flying backwards. He looked up at me through his curtain of hair.
"Calm down," he ordered again, in as smooth a voice as he could.
"WILL EVERYBODY STOP TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN ALREADY?" I felt my body convulse and I suddenly fell to the ground, sobbing. My wand flew out of my hand as I drew my knees up to my chest.
I barely heard the door open and only caught snippets of the conversation.
"…wrong with him?"
"…sixth years…attack…hysterical…"
"…you do something?"
I felt a pair of strong arms trying to pull me up. I fought back and remained in my fetal position, sobbing, horrible images flooding through my mind. I couldn't tell which were real and which weren't. I could feel my body convulsing.
What seemed like minutes later, I heard an all-too-familiar voice.
"Dray," it whispered as a hand slid gently on my back. The voice was beside my ear, so I assumed he was sitting next to me. "It's me, Dray. It's Harry." His voice was so gentle. I wanted to believe it was Harry. Really I did. But I couldn't tell WHAT was real anymore.
"No you're not," I mumbled in between sobs.
His hand was reassuringly gliding up and down my spine. "Yes it is, Dray," he whispered soothingly into my ear. "Come on. Look at me and you'll know I'm not lying."
I looked up. Tears clouded my vision and I realized that I had been involuntarily rocking back and forth. I looked over and saw Harry. He gave me a small smile. He was wearing his pajamas. He must have been trying to sleep. How did he get here in the first place?
I immediately wrapped him in my arms, not wanting to let go. He was the first thing that seemed to make any sense, and I didn't want to let him go. I never wanted to let him go.
But he gently pulled away, and I let him.
"Dray, you've got to take this," he held up a small vial with a shocking blue liquid in it. I shook my head frantically. I didn't want to take any more potions. I never wanted to take another potion ever again. His beautiful emerald eyes were pleading with me, though. "Please, Dray," he begged. "Please take it." I could see a tear slip down his face.
I started crying again. I had hurt him. I promised I would never hurt him, and now he was crying because of me. I took the vial and downed it, hoping that maybe it was a lethal potion. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Harry's crying face. He had started to convulse as well, and Pansy was trying to calm him down. He smacked her hand away and stood up. I saw him leave the room furiously and then I went black.
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I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. I could hardly remember the dream I'd had last night, let alone the events of the past few weeks. In fact, I couldn't remember the past few MONTHS. Every time I tried to focus on a particular day, or week even, my vision blurred and my temple throbbed.
The last rational thought I could properly focus on was dumping my girlfriend, Cindy, some Hufflepuff. Something was missing from our sex life. It was too, gentle I guess.
I shook my head. I tried to stand, but my vision blurred again and I fell back against my pillows again. Blaise must have heard me stir because he jumped out of bed and ran over to me.
"Dray," asked softly is a soothing tone, "Are you okay? What can you remember?"
Even his low tone was too loud and sounded as if he was shouting. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the vicious headache to pass.
"My head is killing me," I told him. "And the last thing I remember is dumping Cindy."
His face fell and he looked worried. "Do you know what day it is?" That was a pretty stupid question.
"January something-or-other," I told him, groaning as my vision swam again in an effort to keep me horizontal.
"January seventh, mate," he told me, smiling. But it was a smile filled with hurt. I was confused. Why would he smile like that?
I nodded, trying for a third time to stand up. I finally managed it. I changed and decided to go and speak to my godfather about a headache relief potion.
I shakily managed to walk through the nearly deserted hallways. The few students who were wandering around gave me pitying looks. I was utterly confused, but I decided to just shake it off and continue walking.
I stopped outside of the door, my hand resting on the knob. I could hear a heated argument.
"Why'd you have to do that?" Whoever that was sounded hysterical, and I could hear the tears in their voice.
"It was either that or have him go into irreparable hysteria!" That was definitely Snape.
"You should have done something else!" I heard a crack in the person's voice as a sob escaped their throat.
"Listen, I don't expect you to understand, but we HAD to do it. It was all that was left!" Snape hissed at the unknown person.
"We?! We didn't decide anything!" The UP (Unknown Person) yelled frantically. "I was called out of my dorm in the middle of the night, only to be brought here and told that I had to get the ONLY PERSON I'VE EVER FUCKING CARED ABOUT TO TAKE A POTION SO HE WOULDN'T REMEMBER EVER EVEN BEING WITH ME!"
"Watch your tongue, child," Snape warned, apparently unable to answer the UP's unasked question.
"Fuck you," UP snarled. I heard him walking toward the door and I hurried away as fast as I could without fainting. I made it around the corner just in time to see Potter walking out of Snape's classroom, sobbing like a damn madman. I raised my eyebrow in slight confusion, but shrugged it off and walked back toward Snape's classroom.
I opened the door and he seemed startled to see me.
"Oh, Draco," he said with an unusual warmth in his voice. "What do you need this morning?"
I gave him a questioning look. "I need something to relieve dizziness, blurred vision, and a splitting headache," I explained, trying to keep the confusion out of my voice.
He looked around for a moment and handed me a vial with bubbling green liquid. I opened it and downed it immediately, grimacing at the flavor. Ruddy awful.
But Snape was smiling warmly at me. It was the same smile one would give to his son if you felt guilty about just yelling at him or something.
Damn, everyone was acting strange this morning.
