Draco ran, trying to widen the distance between him and Harry.

We can't, Draco thought. We'll regret it.

He ran all the way up a tower.

Suddenly Draco realized he had no idea where he was and how to get back to the classroom where they were having Defense Against the Dark Arts. Checking the timetable, he saw that the next lesson, which was Care for Magical Creatures, did not start until two hours later.

Sighing, Draco leaned on the windowsill, looking out. The tower offered an excellent view of the sky, and Draco guessed that he might be in the Astronomy Tower.

He stared at the bright blue sky, trying to straighten out his confused thoughts and feelings. Then…

-Flash!-

He was flying, flying through the air on a broomstick.

He laughed. He had never felt so free in a very long time. He had decided to stay at Hogwarts for Easter. At home, he felt suffocated by his father, by his hopes his father pinned on him. Somehow, he knew that what his father wanted him to be was what he could never be.

Zipping through the air, he felt as though all his problems were gone. The sky was bright blue and the sun was shining. The wind was ruffling his hair but he didn't care. What could go wrong?

­-Flash!-

Draco blinked. It was a clear memory, and he actually felt happy in it. He looked at the sky, hoping to remember something more…

­-Flash!-

Soon, he decided to land. His feet touched the ground and he was about to leave the pitch when he heard someone call him.

"Draco!"

He turned. It was Terrence Nott, a Slytherin Chaser he didn't know very well. The boy was big, with broad shoulders. Draco never found him very good-looking.

"Yes?"

"I was watching you fly. You're very good."

"Thank you." Draco smiled vaguely. He loved compliments.

"You're so beautiful when you fly."

"Erm thanks." Draco started to feel uncomfortable. He didn't like where this conversation was going. "I need to go now. See you some other time."

"Not so fast, Malfoy," Nott grabbed his arm, his face becoming an ugly leer.

"What is the meaning of this, Nott? Let go of me."

"Pretty boys like you shouldn't fly around the Quidditch pitch alone, you know, it's quite dangerous."

Draco started to panic when he realized what it was that Nott wanted.

Nott dragged Draco into the Slytherin changing room nearby. Draco struggled, but the other boy was bigger and stronger than him.

­-Flash!-

Draco had his hands on his head. This was a horrible memory! He really did not want to remember anything more but he could not control the flashbacks. He had no choice but to watch the horrible scene play itself out like a movie in his mind…

-Flash!-

Nott slammed Draco against the wall, slobbering lips trying to seek Draco's. Draco tried to push him away but Nott was much too strong.

"Get away from me, you ugly bastard! My father will kill you for this!"

"Your father is working with my father, Malfoy. He wouldn't want to jeopardize the working relationship. Keep still!" Nott said, trying his best to unclasp Draco's robes.

Draco struggled against Nott, who pushed him to the ground, pinning him down with his body.

"Get off me!"

Nott said nothing, trying to pull Draco's robes off.

"What's going on?" said a voice.

Nott turned, still holding Draco down. Draco heard him say, "Mind your own business, Potter."

Draco felt relief wash over him. It was Harry Potter.

"Potter! Do me a favour and HELP ME OUT!"

Nott snarled. "Sod off, Potter. Malfoy isn't anything to you."

"Please, Potter!"

Draco really couldn't be bothered if he was too polite. He would do anything to get out of this mess.

Draco heard Harry's steady voice. "Get off him, Nott."

"And what if I don't? What can you do to me?"

Harry didn't bother to waste anymore time. "Stupefy!"

Nott's Stunned body fell onto Draco, who gave a yelp of fright. Harry rushed forward and pulled Nott's body off Draco. "You okay, Malfoy?"

Draco couldn't say anything. Harry helped him sit up.

Draco sat there, in complete shock at what had just happened. He could not control the tears that followed. He had never felt so humiliated before.

All Draco remembered was Harry putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, saying, "It's okay."

Draco silently swore to himself never to forget Harry Potter's favour.

-Flash!-

He never did forget his favour.

Draco fell to his knees. He could not believe what he remembered. The Slytherins were even nastier than he thought. And Draco had finally found out why he had remembered Harry's name amongst everything.

"Draco?"

The blond boy turned and stood up.

"Harry? How did you know I was here?"

Harry held up a piece of parchment. "Marauder's Map." But before Draco could ask what that was, Harry added, "Draco, what happened? You're…crying?"

Draco realized that his cheeks were wet. The tears had come from the memory. He wiped them away hastily. "It's nothing. Why are you here? Don't you have lessons?"

"I should be asking you that. When you didn't show up for class, I asked the professor if I could look for you. The teachers all know about your memory loss. I was so worried when I saw that you were in the Astronomy Tower, Draco. I thought… Well, never mind. What matters is that you're okay now."

Draco didn't know what to say.

Then he spoke. "What year were we in when you helped me get rid of Nott?"

"Fifth." Then Harry realized what Draco just asked. "You remembered?"

Draco nodded grimly.

"I'm so sorry, Draco. It must have been horrible to have to relive it." Harry went forward and pulled the unresisting Draco into his arms.

"Yeah it was," he said, leaning on Harry. "It was."

Then Draco realized what he was doing and pulled away from Harry. "I'm sorry I kissed you."

"Sorry? The only thing you should be sorry for is pushing me away. I quite enjoyed that kiss until you suddenly ran off."

"I-I was just afraid… Afraid that both of us will regret it when I got my memory back."

"Well, I wouldn't."

"Y-you wouldn't? But you probably wouldn't feel this way if I was the old Draco Malfoy."

"But you're not."

Draco stared at Harry.

"No regrets. I promise." Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco on the mouth.

Draco was tired of arguing with himself and Harry already. Silently he kissed Harry back, with a beautiful memory etched in his mind.

[A/N: Well, well, the reason why he remembered Harry's name is finally out. Fantastic! He loves Harry, Harry loves him! Unfortunately, this isn't the end yet. Draco does get his memory back, and what will become of his relationship with Harry? Will Harry keep his promise? Actually, I have no idea =P]