A/N: Forgotten Memories should be coming to an end soon. It might be the next chapter or the chapter after that, I'm not sure, but it's ending. Thanks to those who have reviewed, your kind words encouraged me to update faster this time. And I know Draco hasn't appeared in the chapters lately, but he does in this one. So enjoy!

I'm still also looking for a beta. If anyone is interested, please let me know.

Previously:

"I'll get the ingredients first thing tomorrow."

Harry reached up and pulled them into a bone crushing hug.

Harry sat patiently to Hermione's right, unable to bring himself to look away from the potion brewing in a small cauldron on the kitchen table. Every time she added an ingredient, he found himself anticipating her next move, hoping she would finally announce it was done.

"You should sleep," Hermione spoke after a while. "It's past two already."

"No, it's alright. I'm not tired."

She pursed her lips and reached over for a bag of ashwinder eggs. "You're tired; you just want to stay because you're waiting for the potion to finish."

"Well there's that, and I want to help too."

"I can handle it. You should seriously sleep though. When I'm done, I'll wake you up."

Harry watched the thick liquid turn an icy blue colour and shrugged. "I'm honestly not tired." He couldn't stop the yawn though.

"I'll wake you up later," Hermione glanced at him, smiling.

Harry didn't even consider staying up any longer; instead, he put his arms on the table and rested his head on top of it. He began to snore within a minute.

He felt someone poke him on his side in a rather frenzied matter. He ignored it and dug his face deeper into the hollow between his arms, only to sit upright when someone practically pushed him off his seat. He didn't have time to rub the sleep out of his eyes before Hermione held out something in front of him, with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Good morning," she chirped, now shaking the object in his face. "It's absolutely wonderful outside."

Coming to a quick realization, Harry's eyes widened as he snatched the vial from her hands and stared at it, speechless.

"I have checked the instructions many times to make sure I added everything correctly. The colour, odor, and texture of the potion match the description in the book," Hermione explained, seating herself next to Harry. "All you have to do is drink it."

He finally tore his attention away from the vial when Hermione became strangely quiet. He was startled to find tears rolling down her face as she tried stifling any noises.

"Hermione…"

"Oh Harry!" Hermione burst out. "I can't believe things have gotten this bad between you two that you have to risk your life to patch things up. I wish the war didn't happen. So many lives would have been saved and you would still have Draco."

"I know, but this is reality. In a way, I'm glad the war happened. With Voldemort gone, people actually feel safer now instead of wondering whether he was going to come back, and this time, we know for sure he won't," Harry said, setting the vial down. "We can't regret anything, not with the safe environment we're living in now."

Hermione nodded and wiped her tears, letting out a nervous laugh. "I hate seeing you like this, you know. I really hoped there would be some other way, but since this is the only thing we found, I guess it will have to do. I'm still worried though, I mean, I brewed the potion and if anything goes wrong—"

"Nothing will," Harry cut in gently.

"You don't know that."
"Don't do this now. It's already been brewed and I made up my mind."

Hermione fell silent and watched him with a steady gaze. Slowly, she reached out and hugged him, silently praying for nothing to go wrong.

Harry slipped on his jacket and borrowed Hermione's car keys, setting out into the brisk spring air. As much as he wanted to just go ahead and drink the potion, he still hoped Draco would change his mind.

He parked his car in front of the large house, feeling his heart begin to thump madly against his chest. Twice he had almost turned back around to drive home, but he forced his legs to move forward instead, though he didn't take many steps before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, whipping around quickly. He was faced with Draco and Blaise. The blond was looking at him curiously while his friend immediately stepped forward.

"What do you think you're doing?" Blaise said, with his dark eyes narrowed.

"I just wanted to talk to Draco," Harry replied, his heart now pounding impossibly faster.

"Why?" Blaise pressed, still looking at him suspiciously.

Harry looked at Draco, "It's something I would like to speak with him, alone."

"No—"

"Make it quick," Draco said softly, ignoring the way Blaise was glaring at him, as if silently demanding that he doesn't do it. "I'll meet you inside, Blaise."
Blaise paused letting Draco reconsider, but when he didn't say anymore, he left with a quick glance between them. With Blaise gone leaving Harry alone with Draco, he suddenly felt even more nervous, and if it weren't for Draco who broke the silence, he would have been able to do it himself.

"You wanted to talk?" he said, his voice still soft but cautious.

"Yeah," Harry managed to say after a while.

Draco was looking everywhere but at the man in front of him. He sighed and let his gaze focus on the gravel. "If this is about us again, I already told you—"

"Well that's too bad if you don't' want to hear it, I'm afraid you're going to have to anyway," Harry said.

Draco finally looked up in surprised at the sudden determination in his tone.

Harry sighed. "Draco, you can't expect me to not talk about it, or act as if nothing has ever happened between us, it's all I think about. I know you're uncomfortable hearing about it, but you should listen even if you don't remember anything. It still happened, it was real."

"You came here just to tell me what I should or shouldn't do?" Draco felt his anger begin to rise.

"I'm not saying that!" Harry snapped, growing impatient. "You're trying to block me out of your life because you are scared of admitting to yourself that you were once happy. I know when you're scared and when you want to run away, and that is exactly what you're doing right now. Why can't you just hear me out?"

"Because despite what you think, you don't know me as well as you may use to," Draco yelled. "I am not 17, I don't want to 'hear you out', and stop acting as if you understand. You are practically like a stranger to me! How can you possibly understand?"

"I understand that even though you lost your memory, you're still Draco fucking Malfoy, and that's not going to change. You want to listen to me, but you've been fed this bullshit about how you should live from Blaise, and maybe you don't want to live this way for the rest of your life."

Draco fell silent.

"Stop pushing me away, please," Harry begged anxiously, slowly reaching out to hold onto Draco's wrist. Feeling the warm skin he had wanted to touch, he felt shivers at the contact he craved so much, but scared that he would move away. "Tell me the truth. Put aside all of the warnings or whatever Blaise have said, and tell me what you want."

They watched each other for what felt like the longest time, with Harry still holding onto Draco's wrist, gently squeezing it reassuringly. Draco finally said something so quietly that Harry only saw his lips move a bit.

"What?" Harry asked.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of Harry's reach and looked towards the house."I do want to."

Harry felt relief wash over him as he smiled so hard it hurt his cheeks. Draco finally glanced back at him and a small smile tugged on his lips seeing how Harry was grinning.

"I have to get back," he said, and walked towards the house in quick strides before Harry could say anymore.

But he didn't need to say anything else; he now knew he was making the right decision. It will be worth it.

"You're sure you want to do this? You're not going to have any regrets?" Hermione asked for what seemed like the twelfth time, hovering around him anxiously. "I did tell you I'm not one hundred percent sure I made the potion correct, right? You should just let me remake it or have it tested properly before you drink it."

"Hermione, please," Harry was tired of waiting. He eyed the cup of liquid Hermione was holding, watching the red and dark liquid swirling inside. "We've gone over this many times and I'm not going to change my answer. I want to do this."

"Hermione you've always been good at Potions, so nothing's going to happen," Ron reassured her.

She reluctantly nodded and slowly handed the cup to Harry.

"Well, cheers," Harry looked at them both, lifting the cup to his lips.