A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and to Claire Belbusti, my beta.

A/N: When I wanted to replace chapter six, I replaced by accident chapter one. So that's why chapter one and six were the same. I'm sorry for the trouble.

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Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, when Hedwig arrived with a letter. Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder and he detached the letter from her leg. After giving Hedwig a piece of his toast, he quickly opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry to hear that you still have problems with your memory. If you still can't remember everything next week, you should go to Madam Pomfrey. I'm sure she'll have a potion for your memory.

Well, about Gérard. Gérard is your boyfriend, but I guess you already figured out that much. You met him last year, when he visited Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. He's a student from Beauxbatons. He asked you to the Yule Ball.

He's a very nice boy and James and I like him a lot, but that doesn't count for Draco. Don't ask me why, he never told us.

Gérard writes you every week, so you will receive a letter from him soon. Maybe you'll remember him by then.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that you are going to spend the Christmas holidays at Gérard's place. Don't worry; you don't have to if you don't feel like it. You can always write him a letter and explain to him that you want to celebrate Christmas with your family. Don't wait too long to make a decision;Christmas is only two weeks away.

I hope this will help you. Write me if you want to know more, ok?

Love, Mom

P.S. Give my love to Draco.

Harry put the letter in his pocket. Harry had immediately written his parents after he had read the note, to ask about Gérard.

Harry stared at his plate, resting his head on his hands. 'So Gérard is my boyfriend.' He thought, not really knowing what to think of the whole situation. What should he do when he hadn't got his memory back in two weeks and what should he write back when he would receive a letter?

"Who did you get that letter from, Harry?" Ron, who was sitting next to him, asked.

"My mother. She reminded me of spending Christmas with Gérard." Harry answered, looking up.

"She had to remind you? You're talking about it every day!" Ron said, confused.

"Ron is right. Did something happen?" Hermoine said, worried.

"Well, no. Not really." Harry said. "I just want to spend Christmas with my family."

"But you haven't seen Gérard for a year! And you've spend Christmas with your family every year." Ron said, looking even more confused.

"Harry, don't lie to us." Hermoine said, frowning.

Harry could tell from the look in her eyes that even the best excuse wouldn't help. Hermoine knew him too well to believe him, if he told her that there wasn't something wrong.

"You don't want to break up with him, do you?" Ron asked, suddenly.

"No, of course not." Harry said, but it didn't sound very convincing. Harry looked at his hands. "Well I, ehm... I don't know."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Hermoine shook her head. She turned to Harry. "Don't break up with him yet, Harry. Just wait a little longer and see what happens. Maybe you'll think about it differently tomorrow. Don't do things you will regret later."

Harry nodded. She was right, but the whole thing just didn't feel right. If Gérard was so special to him, why couldn't he even remember him? But he also hadn't remembered Draco. Harry sighed. His head hurt from all that thinking.

"Harry, you don't look well. Are you still feeling ill from that potion you took?" Ron looked at him worried. "Maybe you should go to see Madam Pomfrey."

Harry wanted to say that it wasn't necessary, then he remembered what Lily had told him in her letter about a potion for his memory. He realised that it would be a bit soon to take a potion, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Harry said and stood up. "Well, see you later then."

Hermoine watched him leaving the Great Hall, frowning. She had expected Harry to tell them that he was fine, like he always did. He never just went to see Madam Pomfrey. Only when there was something really wrong. And he hadn't looked that ill.

Harry entered the hospital wing, hoping that it was empty so he could talk to Madam Pomfrey in private. He looked around him and spotted Madam Pomfrey talking to Draco, who was sitting on one of the beds. Harry wondered why Draco was here, then he remembered that Draco hadn't showed up at breakfast at all.

Madam Pomfrey said something to Draco. Then she removed Draco's shirt, revealing a large scar on the blonde's back.

Harry gasped. How and when did he get that scar? He stepped closer to hear what they were saying.

"Well Draco, it looks better then the last time. It will never completely disappear, but it's fading slowly. I don't think I can do much about it, the magic that caused it is too strong." Madam Pomfrey said.

Suddenly Draco turned around and noticed Harry. He immediately grabbed his shirt out of Madam Pomfrey's hands and covered his back. "What are you doing here?!"

Harry noticed that he was still staring at Draco's back and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here."

"You shouldn't have just walked inside." Draco said angrily.

"Mister Malfoy, I don't think it's Harry's fault." Madam Pomfrey said, trying to calm him down. "I should have locked the door."

Draco looked at his feet and nodded. "So, now you've found out." He said softly.

"Uhm, yeah." Harry mumbled, not really knowing what to say.

"Well, I'm going back to my office. I f you need me just call me, alright?" Madam Pomfrey said, walking away.

It was silent for awhile, then Harry spoke up. "So, are you going to tell me how you got it?"

"It was my father." Draco said, still not looking at Harry. "When Voldemort was losing power, he worked all his aggression off on me. One day he put a curse on me and I got that scar. My mother had enough and wanted to leave him and take me with her. My father tried to stop us, but my mother...she killed him." A tear ran down his cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked. "And how could you have hidden it all these years?"

"I didn't want to worry you." Draco said, guilty in his voice. "And hiding it wasn't that hard to do. We don't sleep in the same room and I never take off my shirt when someone else is near me."

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked, thinking back to the pain his own scar had caused.

"No," Draco said. "But it will always remind me of my father and the pain he caused me."

Harry knew exactly how Draco felt, but of course he couldn't tell him that. "Draco, you know that you can always come to me when you have a problem, right?"

Draco nodded and wiped his tears away. He looked up and smiled weakly. "This is the first time you ever saw me cry." He was glad that Harry had taken it so well, he had expected him to be mad.

Harry smiled, too. "And I hope the last time. You mustn't ruin your pretty face with all those tears." He walked to the door. "Come on. Let's go to the kitchens, see if they have something to eat. You're already way to skinny."

"Am not." Draco mumbled, but followed him anyway.

Harry laughed and gave Draco a playful nudge.

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