A/N:

This is a story idea I've had for awhile and I finally got it down in writing. It will probably be about 10-12 chapters.

I got the title for this story from one of my favorite paintings by Salvador Dali.

Full summary: Harry suffers from memory loss and doesn't remember his relationship with Draco. Draco is pregnant and devastated by this situation. Draco goes into a downward spiral because of everything that has happened, with serious consequences. Harry struggles to cope with the loss of five years and reclaiming his past. Will it be too late for these two to reunite or will Draco have ruined everything for good?

This story is slash. Pairings will be H/G, H/D and D/C. Mpreg also.

Disclaimer: I do now own or make any money from this story. Harry Potter and all characters are the property of J.K. Rowling.

Hope you enjoy. Please review.

Harry groaned softly as consciousness burned its way into the frontal lobe of his awareness. With a low grunt, he raised his hand to ward off the blinding headache that now dwelled in his brain. He felt stiff as he lifted his arm to block the glare. He heard a sudden gasp.

"Harry! He's moving, Ron! Look!"

Harry winced at Hermione's shrill exclamation and he turned towards her voice. "Why are you bloody yelling?"

"Ohhh…Harrry!" Hermione shrilled again and he groaned loudly.

"Hermione, let the man breathe for a second, okay?"

"Sorry," she whispered and Harry sighed. He opened his eyes and found his two best friends hovering over him anxiously.

"Why are you standing over me? What's going on?" Harry asked as he pushed himself up. He immediately realized he was in St. Mungo's. Again.

Ron grinned. "Another Blasting Curse, my friend. You've been out cold for two days."

Harry sighed heavily. "Great, just what I needed. How much damage this time?"

"Broken ribs, nasty wallop on the head, fractured leg…" Ron provided helpfully.

Hermione stepped forward, looking eager. "We were so worried, Harry. You've never been out this long. The healers were especially worried about that bump. It was a concussion."

Harry smirked and Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. "Nothing can keep our Harry down. He's just fine!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped back. "This Auror business is dangerous! Aren't you two tired of the near misses?"

Ron looked aggrieved and Harry just smiled. "Never, Hermione. Nothing beats field work. All for the good of the wizarding folks."

She threw up her hands and then smiled. "You two will never change."

The door to the room opened and a head of blond hair poked around the corner.

Ron rubbed his hands together. "Bout time you got back, Malfoy. I'm starving."

Draco walked through the door holding a brown bag that was emanating delicious odors.

"Next time you get the food then," he retorted and proceeded to put the bag down. Ron strolled over quickly to dive into its contents.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Harry rasped out, "and bringing take-out?"

All three turned to stare at Harry. Hermione glanced at Draco anxiously and then back to Harry.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why is Malfoy here in my room? Bringing food? Like you're all friends or something?"

Draco frowned and then said, "Because we are friends. Well…sort of. I still think Weasley here is a pig, but…"

Harry narrowed his eyes and Draco shut his mouth. "Get out, Malfoy!"

Hermione walked closer to Harry's bed, her hands twisting nervously. "Harry? What's wrong? Why are you telling Draco to get out?"

Harry turned to gape at Hermione. "Draco? Since when do you call him Draco?"

"You insisted we call him Draco. We've been calling him that for years now." Hermione said, confusion written all over her face.

"What?? Why would I insist on that? He's not my friend."

There was a hiss and Harry looked at Malfoy. The blond looked stricken, but about what Harry couldn't imagine.

Hermione put her hand on Harry's forehead and said, "Ron, you'd better get Wilde in here, now. Something's wrong."

Harry pushed Hermione's hand away and glared. "Would someone tell me what the hell is going on? Why are you all looking at me like I'm crazy or something? I'm out for a couple of days, and now everyone is calling Malfoy, Draco…and I'm the one who's crazy?"

Hermione gave a quick look at Ron, who hurriedly dropped the tin pan of food and ducked out of the room in a hurry. Draco bit his lip and then moved forward hesitantly.

"Harry," he said, "you don't remember me?"

Harry snorted. "Of course I remember you. I've been calling you Malfoy, haven't I? What I don't remember is why the hell you would be in my room."

"We're together, Harry. Friends, you know. It's been like that for a while."

Harry stared incredulously at Draco and then looked at Hermione. "Huh?"

Hermione nodded encouragingly. "Yes, it's true. You and Draco are…friends. Close…friends," she added.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at the emphasis on the word close. What was she trying to say? None of this made any sense. But he didn't have time to dwell on it because the door flung open again and the man who Harry presumed was Healer Wilde hurried into the room, followed by Ron.

After taking one look at the man's wild white hair and swirling mustache, Harry understood where the man got his name. "So, Mister Potter, how are you feeling?"

"I feel fine, except everyone around me is crazy."

Wilde frowned and waved his wand over Harry and hmmmed as blue and green swirls of light fluttered around.

"Mister Weasley here tells me that you don't remember Mister Malfoy?"

"I know who he is! He's a huge spoiled obnoxious prat! And he's always been that way."

"I see," said the healer and he looked at Draco, who was clenching his fists tightly. "Well, let's take a look at what the results say definitively. But it's obvious that you have suffered some memory loss."

"Memory loss? What kind of loss? How much?" Harry asked, his eyes darting from Ron to Hermione.

"Well it would seem that you don't remember your relationship with Mister Malfoy, here. What do you remember about your life at this moment?"

"My relationship with Malfoy??" Harry opened his mouth and then closed it, feeling nauseous. "What relationship?? I'm marrying Ginny!" He looked at Hermione for confirmation, but she was looking rather put out.

"Ohh…Harry…"Hermione said, as she put her hand up to her mouth. "You and Ginny aren't together anymore."

"But they could be!" Ron piped up excitedly, "this is perfect! Now you two can work things out and be together like you should've been!"

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, "this isn't the time for that! Draco…"

Draco was glaring at Ron angrily. "Shut up, Weasley!" He then ran his hand through his blond locks. "Fuck!" He whipped around to glare at the healers. "Do something!"

Ron grinned smugly at Draco. "You know, Malfoy, I've been wanting something like to happen! I wished that Harry would forget you or something and now look. He has! There is something to that Muggle god. Thank you Muggle god!"

Hermione's glare was the only thing that wiped the smile from Ron's face. He looked suitably chastened, but only for a moment.

Draco walked over to Harry's bed and reached to grab his hand. "Harry, please. Don't listen to that. The healers will fix everything, okay? I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. We're friends…more than that really. We have a life together and it was hard coming, but it happened. Let the healers fix it, okay?"

Harry stared at Draco gripping his hand in a desperate hold. He pulled his hand away from Draco's grasp.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?? This isn't funny! I'd never be in a relationship with you! I…noo! Somebody tell me what's going on here!"

Draco swallowed heavily and nodded. "It's true, Harry. Listen to Granger. She agrees with me."

"She's a Weasley, now!" Ron grumbled and Draco rolled his eyes.

Harry's eyes widened. "You're married? When did this happen?"

Now Ron looked over at Harry with concern. "We've been married three years, Mate. You were best man!"

"Three years?? I-I don't remember that at all!" He turned panic-stricken towards Wilde. "What's happened to me? Why can't I remember that?"

"Mister Potter, calm down. I just need you to tell me what you do remember."

Harry blinked and tried to focus on himself. "I'm an Auror…I know that. I've been one for…four years. I live at Grimmauld Place and Ginny is my girlfriend. Not Malfoy!"

Harry looked up confidently at his friends and Wilde but all of them looked concerned.

"What?" Harry asked. "That's not it?"

Hermione was shaking her head sadly. "None of that is right, Harry. You've been an Auror for nine years now. You don't live at Grimmauld anymore, Ron and I do. And you and Ginny broke up…five years ago."

"Five years??? I don't understand this!" He pushed the blankets away from his body and tried to swing his legs out of bed, but Wilde stopped him from getting up.

"Mister Potter…please! You're not well, it's too soon for you to be up and about. You took a nasty hit to the head after that curse hit you. Please let us tend to it."

But Harry struggled against the healer's arm. "Let me up! This is insane! Why can't I remember any of this…my friends' marriage, my house gone…" He chanced a look at Malfoy, whose face was paler than Harry had ever remembered seeing it. He waved his hand dismissively at the blond. "Him."

Draco's lips compressed into a thin line and Hermione placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Draco, don't worry. We'll get this sorted."

The healer nodded and said, "Perhaps it's best if you all leave so we can tend to him. Find out what's going on."

No one moved and Draco snorted. "I'm not going anywhere. It was probably your incompetence that led to this mess in the first place."

Wilde spluttered indignantly and Draco crossed his arms defiantly. Hermione frowned in disapproval and Draco sighed.

"Draco…"

Draco shrugged. "I'm not leaving, Granger. St. Mungo's has already muffed up enough as it is. I want to make sure that they don't mess up anything else."

Harry hissed angrily. "I don't want you in my room, Malfoy. Get out."

Draco's expression turned into a pained one and he moved hesitantly towards the bed again. "Harry…I…I know that this is probably all really weird…but I swear, it's the truth. You and I…we…we moved past a lot of stuff. And…please…don't ask me to leave."

Harry grimaced at Malfoy's earnest plea. He must have hit his head harder than even the healers realized.

Hermione smiled at Harry encouragingly, nodding a couple of times. Harry sighed and jerked his head once, indicating that Malfoy could stay. He winced when the blond brightened considerably and reached for his hand.

"If you are done now…" the healer said, shooting a glare at Draco, "we'd like to check out Mister Potter."

Hermione and Draco stepped back as the healers began casting diagnostic spells over Harry.

Harry flopped back on the bed, his head swimming with this news that he'd apparently lost five years of his memory. How did that happen? Was he hit with a Memory Charm as well as that Blasting Curse?

He could hear the hushed whispers of Hermione talking urgently to Malfoy. Harry closed his eyes as he thought about the blond. There was no way in hades that he could be in a relationship with Malfoy. Malfoy! He wasn't even gay! He loved Ginny, and they were talking about getting married…it felt like…yesterday. This was beyond disturbing.

Wilde finished swishing his wand and peered down into Harry's face. Harry stared back, trying not to let his eyes cross as Wilde leaned in closer. He nodded as if satisfied and stepped.

"Mister Potter has lost his memory," he announced triumphantly. "About five years worth."

Ron snorted loudly and Hermione blinked. "Okay…and?"

"I have no idea why….but with a few more tests…we will be able to give a better diagnosis." Wilde said, looking slightly crestfallen.

Hermione sighed, but Draco growled out, "that's it! I'm taking Harry home. I'll get us a private healer who knows what the hell he's doing." He looked at Harry. "Harry, let me take you home and then we'll work this all out-"

"I'm not going anywhere with you! Did you not hear what I said? This is ridiculous!"

"Harry…please. I'm not lying to you. I…just come home and I can prove that you live there. Granger will come too." He reached out his hand to touch Harry's arm, hoping to soothe his bewildered mate, but Harry jerked away again and attempted to leap out of the bed.

Wilde squawked like a scalded bird and rushed to intercept his patient. In his haste, he bumped Draco, who stumbled and fell hard against the wall.

Hermione gasped and Ron suddenly looked as if Malfoy was his wife, instead of Hermione.

"Draco? Are you…are you okay?" Hermione asked in a hushed voice, as she hurried over to him. Draco held up his hand before Hermione reached him.

"I'm fine," he said through clenched teeth.

Healer Wilde looked stricken and he immediately reached out a hand to Draco as well.

"Mister Malfoy, my apologies! Please…sit down. Do you need some water or anything?"

Harry looked at Malfoy, who was taking slow, deep breaths.

"What's wrong with you, Malfoy? Still laying it on thick, are you?" Harry said spitefully. He did remember Buckbeak.

Hermione whipped around and glared at Harry so hard that he was surprised that his eyebrows didn't singe right off his face. He cut his eyes to Ron, but all he did was shake his head in disapproval.

Okay…so something was really wrong with Malfoy.

Malfoy had moved away from the bed and had slowly walked over to one of the plush chairs in the corner of the room. Hermione followed behind him, jerking wildly as if she wanted to help him, but was afraid of his recrimination if she did. He sat down heavily and laid his head back on the cushion.

Hermione buzzed around him, whispering fiercely. Ron watched them curiously and Harry huffed loudly.

"Would someone like to tell me what's going on now?" Harry asked impatiently. "What's wrong with Malfoy?"

Hermione turned around to look at Harry. "Draco has something he wants to tell you, Harry."

She nudged Draco's arm, and he sneered. "Stop it," she hissed. "Show him."

Draco sighed and turned his face away from her. Hermione pulled her wand and pointed it at Draco.

"Finite Incantatum."

Harry watched as a glamour dissolved from Malfoy like ice melting in the sun. Harry immediately noticed that Malfoy had put on a lot of weight. His facial features were a lot softer and rounder and his blond hair glowed as if sprinkled with star dust.

And then his eyes drifted lower and his mouth fell open like a trained crup begging for food.

Malfoy had eaten a quaffle.

Or he was…pregnant.

Pregnant?

"Are you…pregnant?"

Draco nodded slowly and Hermione smiled uneasily.

"And it's yours, Mate." Ron piped up. "You got Malfoy up the duff."

"Excuse me??"

"Harry," Hermione said hastily, "there's no easy explanation for this…"

"I'll take a hard one!"

Hermione looked at Draco.

Draco pushed himself up and walked towards Harry, using the slight waddle that most pregnant women are afflicted with in late pregnancy. Harry gaped as Malfoy waddled up to him.

"Harry," he said softly, "we were attacked and I got hit with a curse. It gave me a…woman's body part. And because we had just…before it happened…I ended up pregnant."

The blood drained from Harry's face.

"We had sex??"

"That usually has to happen in order for a pregnancy to occur…so yes."

Harry sank back down on the bed, staring at the thick bulge protruding from under Malfoy's robes.

"I don't…understand…this…"Harry shook his head, comprehension of this situation nowhere near his grasp.

Draco lifted his hand as though he was going to reach for Harry again, but at the last minute he let his hand fall, uncertainty marring his round, glowing features.

Healer Wilde coughed, jarring Harry from the abyss his mind was sinking into.

"Mister Potter, it is unfortunate that you had to find out this way. This must all be overwhelming for you. If you could just lie back down so I can continue my workup on you. There are some other tests that we can do."

"Will I get my memory back?"

Wilde pursed his lips. "I don't have enough information to say. Until we discover if this was indeed a charm, curse or natural head injury…I can't say for certain."

"Well, with this bit of information, I don't even know if I want my memory back."

Draco flinched and Hermione sent him a sympathetic look. She then scowled at Harry.

"Harry! Draco is having your baby! Don't be cruel."

Harry crossed his arms again sullenly. "How do I know it's mine?"

Draco drew himself up as best he could. "Are you calling me a whore?"

"I just want to know if it's mine. You always were a sneaky git, Malfoy."

Draco puffed indignantly and then his lip trembled. Harry stared at it, watching his lower lip shiver like a leaf on the wind and then watched in amazement as Draco swallowed a sob.

"Fine…I'll just go then."

He turned dramatically and waddled away, stopping to grab the brown bag he had brought in. He pulled his wand, whispered a spell and the glamour reappeared as before, transforming Malfoy into his former pointy self.

He stormed out of the room, making sure to slam the door as hard as he could.

"He didn't have to take the food," Ron whinged.

Hermione turned on her husband. "That's just great, Ronald. Make jokes! Harry has lost his memory and doesn't even remember Draco, who's having his baby. And now he's all upset. You know that's not good for the baby. I can't deal with you!" She turned to face Harry. "And Harry James Potter…how can you just insult a pregnant person like that? I can't believe you!"

She spun around and headed for the door. "I'll see you at home, Ron. Harry…I'll see you tomorrow." She then softened her voice. "You know I'll research this, Harry. We'll find a way to get your memory back." She left the room.

Ron made certain Hermione had gone before he said, "I wasn't joking about the food. He could've left it."

But Harry was biting his lip, looking uncertain. "Is that really my child?"

Healer Wilde nodded, "Yes, it is. Mister Malfoy is nothing short of a miracle. There have only been ten recorded wizard pregnancies in the last thousand years that were carried to term. Draco is in his eight month. We have done every test possible to make sure everything will go well for the birth. I am just sorry that things are now very difficult for the two of you. You were very excited about the baby, Mister Potter. Malfoy is the one who is struggling with it."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Malfoy may be a git and all, but he does have a point for being upset about popping out a kid. Like…where is it going to come out?"

Harry groaned and Ron shuddered dramatically.

Wilde chuckled and then headed to the door. "I'll be back to run more tests." He left and Harry sighed in relief.

"Ron, I want to see Ginny. Where is she?"

Ron made a face and scratched the back of his neck. "Well…about that. You and Ginny broke up."

"Okay…but we can work things out. Maybe start over."

Ron shrugged. "As much as I would love for you and Ginny to get back together…there's a slight problem."

"And that is?"

"She's engaged to Dean Thomas."

"Well…maybe I can still talk to her."

"They're getting married in two weeks."

Harry leaned back and closed his eyes. "Well, I guess I have a wedding to stop then."

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