Disclaimer: If you still need one of these then I'm just going to assume that you are not the brightest crayon in the box. But it's JK's not mine. Mmhm.

A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! To everyone who thinks its Ron, muwhahah.. you'll just have to wait and see. AND to darkpyroangel06- thank you very much! And I agree, I don't really want to give Harry's memory back.. I like him the way it is. But then the story would be dull, so alas.. I must..


Chapter Six


Hello whore,

I can't believe you slept with him. With Draco. DRACO MALFOY. You disgust me. It looks like Draco needs to be removed from the picture now. I love you Harry, I wish you could see that. You hurt me deeply. But I can't stay mad at you.. just at him. He took advantage of you. I never would!

Love,

Your secret admirer

Harry took a deep breath; he could barely believe it. He had resolved that this was some kind of sick joke until now, but apparently it was not. He slipped the note in his desk drawer and walked proceeded to breakfast. All through the meal he watched everyone around him, trying to pay careful attention to anyone who could be his admirer. He and Draco would blush every time they looked at each other, Harry thought it was rather sweet. It made Ron and Hermione grimace.

On his way to potions he bumped into Dean Thomas, making him drop all his books. When Harry tried to help Dean just growled, "Don't touch me.", grabbed his things and ran off. Harry found this particularly suspicious seeing as how he and Dean had not spoken in a while, so he could not have possibly offended him.

'Could Dean be my admirer?' He wondered to himself as he made his way to class.

Harry's day had been so busy that he and Draco had not even had five minutes to share. He made his way back to the dormitories after dinner to complete his homework and practice his memory charms before bed. It had been three months and his emotionally tied memories still had not returned. He really did not care anymore. He was happy. Draco made him happy, truly and utterly happy.

Harry layed his head on his pillow, thinking of his beautiful boyfriend and drifted off to sleep.

'Goodbye Malfoy.' A cloaked figure hissed, as a beautiful blonde man tried to pull his wand out in protection. 'Avada Kedavra'. It was too late. Draco fell to the floor, dead. The figure let out a maniacal laugh and was gone.

Harry awoke with a start. What did these dreams mean? I'm sure it has nothing to do with the notes, does it?''They were really starting to worry him.. but he wouldn't tell Draco. If it worried him he was sure it would worry Draco. 'I'm sure it's nothing.' he thought to himself.


"Mmm, I love you." Draco whispered into his ear as they rolled around on the grass beside the lake, a few personal moments snuck in between classes.

Harry affectionately stroked his hair, twirling his fingers in it, breathing in his scent. He never knew love could be like this, he never really knew love at all. "I wish we were not in separate classes, baby I miss you. I love you." Harry said in between kisses.

Draco nodded as he nibbled his way down to Harry's stomach, caressing it with his tongue. "We'll just have to find more time for each other.. or, or maybe you could switch houses." he looked up at his lover with large, wanting eyes, "Please. Switch, can you imagine how wonderful that would be?"

Harry could feel his excitement. This was a great idea, and there was no doubt that he wanted to. He and Draco could be inseparable. The other Slytherins were already starting to accept him, it would be great! "I'll talk to Dumbledore tomorrow after classes!" Harry exclaimed, Draco beamed and they went back to viciously snogging. They finally made their way back to the school, holding hands and gathering looks from everyone as they kissed and made their way to their separate classes.


That night Harry sat by the fire in a cozy armchair, practicing his memory charms. He spilled off every one that he knew and still nothing happened, just as he had expected. He stood up to make his way to bed and suddenly he fell back onto the floor, it felt like something very heavy had hit him at high speed. He layed there, dizzy before he blacked out.

When he awoke, he was not sure how long he had been passed out, he looked around and the fire had died down a little. Everyone had already gone to bed before he did his charms so it was totally silent now. He was not sure what to think. But that was the real issue, he could think.. clearly, for the first time in a long time his mind was open. His brain flooded with thoughts, pictures, sounds of people and things he had experienced. Ron and Hermione... his best friends. They were his best friends. All the good times came back to him in a flood of white light. He saw all the good memories, how much he loved and cherished them. But things had changed now, they couldn't accept him for what he had become.. but had he really become that? Maybe it was never them.. it was all his fault.

And Draco. He remembered Draco as he had knew him. But that was not the Draco that he knew now, or was it? He was so confused that he buried his face in his hands and cried, curled up by the fire. 'How can I be with Draco now? Is it still the same?' He cried himself to sleep by the comfort of the crackling flames.


Oh me, oh my dear readers. Will he stay with Draco? What do the dreams mean? Will he renew his friendships? Will the Secret admirer come forth or keep hiding behind notes? And who is it? So many questions... stay tuned to future chappys for the answers!