Title: I Remember It, Like It Was In A Flashback.
Author: Kakkarot Lover
E-mail: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic. Not me do sue please. I'm poor, spare me…
Author's Note: Just for all those who give a flying frig. I got the title off an episode of Johnny Bravo. It was a spoof of the Titanic. He was really old, and he was thinking about when he was on the Titanic and he goes "I remember it, like it was in a flashback..." and the screen goes all blurry, and it's hilarious.
Summary: Slash! During the final battle, evil against good, light against dark. Draco Malfoy reflects back on his earlier days. Harry/Draco Remus/Sirius Hermoine/Ron

It was beautiful Saturday afternoon. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't to cold, and there was even a light breeze. It was perfect weather for all the students to be outside. Even an uptight prick, like me, would enjoy such a wonderful day. Of course that would involve me being outside. Which I was not. In fact I was currently in the library trying to finish my Transfiguration essay.

I looked over at the question and read it again. "Discuss the moral issues of changing dogs into cats and vice versa." I opened up the book I had found called Regulations on Transfiguring in the 21st century. I flipped to the index and looked up Dogs (pages 233-268). Why the hell are there so many pages? I can't look up all this!

Dammit! Stupid Transfiguration! I have always hated that class. In my anger I was shocked to suddenly find a book dropped onto my desk, by none other than Potter himself. I glanced at him, and he just smiled as he walked away. I looked over at the book.

Species of Dragon and Where To Find Them. Well…This was interesting. I saw a piece of paper sticking out of it, and raised an eyebrow. Hmmm…. I pulled the paper out and read what was written on it.

Midnight
2nd Tower
Alone

Well call the newspapers, it was official, Potter had finally lost his mind. How sad, boo hoo. Wait, Dragons and where to find them? Maybe he meant I am the dragon…and he wants me to be found…where? Oh! The Second Tower at Midnight. Alone, by myself.

Potter has a weird way of passing notes.

I slid the book across the desk. I wonder why he wants to meet me. Maybe I'll get to figure why he has reacted so strangely to me knowing he was gay. At first he became confused, as to why I had not told on him, which I had expected. Then he became aggravated, like he couldn't believe I hadn't told anyone. Soon his annoyance evolved into anger. I thought people associating with me and not hating me would be preferable to screams of "HERE COMES THE QUEER!". But what would I know.

It is very interesting though. In the begging I believed the reason he had not gotten upset was because he believed that if I he had, I would have definatly told. But then he becomes angry? It makes no sense!

But wait! That's it! He does know that I would tell to make him mad, and he appears to get mad at me not telling, then of course I would not tell. That Sly Bastard! I should go tell everyone…No, I'll talk to him tonight first.

Wait, I was going? Why should I go? The answer came to me easily. I wanted the mystery that was Harry Potter to be explained to me. He was the cause of the stress that had been dumped on me. Maybe that way I could get back to more important things. Like my Transfiguration paper, for example. Oh Shit! I need to finish this stupid thing. Crap. I bet he did this on purpose so I wouldn't get this paper finished!

Here I was sitting at the top of the Second Astronomy tower, at 12:09 A.M., waiting for the Boy-Who-Is-Late. My arms crossed in annoyance. How dare he ask me to meet him here and then not show up. That bastard. I seem to be saying that word a lot lately. Maybe that is the price you pay for being associated with Harry Potter. You gain the mouth of a sailor.

With a swish of his cloak, there stood Harry Potter, only a few feet from me. I reeled back.

"You know that thing is really starting to get on my nerves." I snorted.

"I know." He replied with a smile.

"How long have you been there?"

"A couple of minutes. Wanted to make sure you weren't going to curse me or something." I raised an eyebrow.

"So what do you want?" His mood changed very quickly from happy-go-lucky to dark and scary very quickly. It was very disturbing.

"I want to know what in the seven hells is wrong with you." I paused.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Yes! You know a secret that could ruin me. You have power over me and yet you do not use it! What is wrong with you?" I was sure right then my face clearly read confusion, then I quickly covered it up. I was wrong, he actually wants me to tell. What was wrong with this picture?

"So you want me to tell? That makes no sense Potter." He looked at me purely flabbergasted. "Why do you want me to tell everyone your little secret? What good could come from it, for you anyway." He paused, clearly unsure of how to answer that question.

"Why didn't you tell?" He asked in a small voice.

"Many reasons." He raised an eyebrow. "I mainly didn't want you boyfriend causing anymore trouble for Slytherin." And there was that adorable confused face again…ADORABLE! WHAT THE HELL? Time for a head bashing.

Of course, looking back on it later, Potter must have thought me mad when I began banging my head against the wall. I felt someone grab my arms and pull me back, I could hear a voice saying something, but it seemed so far off.

My vision was somewhat blurry, and I couldn't hear very well. Damn brick wall. Suddenly I was falling…falling…then warmth. I realized I was being held, it felt nice. Suddenly there was a sharp pain on my face that brought me out of my little world. My eyes focused and Potter was leaning over me, appearing quite worried.

"Draco! Are you okay? Wake up! Are you possessed? Hello?" Without a second thought I threw my fist into his face, almost breaking his glasses. I staggered back as he let go of me to hold his nose.

"You Bastard! Why the hell were you holding me?"

"Because you started banging your fucking head against the fucking wall and beating the fucking hell out of yourself!" I failed to be intimidated though, because as he held his nose his whole entire speech made his voice sound very high-pitched.

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. It was pretty funny if you think about it. He stared at me. Know I knew he thought I was a complete psycho. You know, right about then I really didn't want to argue with him about that.

"Hold your nose and tilt your head back. It will help stop the bleeding." As soon as I spoke I regretted it. The look on his face reinforced my remorse. Shit, that sounded like I cared or something. "I mean I don't want you standing there dripping blood, you might get it on me or something." He seemed to accept that a whole lot better. He held his head back, and of course it stopped bleeding after a couple of minutes. He lowered it back down.

"Why the hell did you start banging your head against the wall?" Because I thought you were…nevermind.

"Impulse." His eyes opened wide, and he knew better but didn't push. There were more important issues at hand.

"Okay second question. What do you mean by 'my boyfriend?'" I smirked. Yes, a question I could answer.

"Don't remember who your own boyfriend is? Well it's Zaboni of course." I was taken back by the emotions that flickered quickly across his face. There was surprise, annoyance, and depression, in that order. He leaned back against the wall, and slid down till he landed on the floor.

"Did he tell you that?" He whispered. It was so quiet that if I had dropped a wand at the same time I probably wouldn't have heard him.

"No. I just assumed from the 'googley' eyes he is always giving you" His head shot up.

"So he didn't tell you?" It took me a second to process he question, as he had said it so quickly.

"No, why? Is your boy toy sworn to secrecy?" He was off the ground and in my face before I could register he was there.

"He…Is…Not…My…Boyfriend!" He said through clenched teeth, pronouncing each word carefully and forcefully. I blinked.

"He's not?" He shook his head.

"Although, he does have the biggest crush on me. I had thought that he had told you were going out or something." Slowly I nodded. It made sense. I had tons of girls go around and say we were going out. They were so oblivious.

"So you're going to tell everyone now right?" I smiled back.

"Nope!"

"Dammit!" I stared at him. I had to figure this boy out before I went crazy.

"Why the hell do you want me to tell?" He turned and slowly looked out the window.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked in a calm voice. It was a good question, the only problem was I thought it was very obvious.

"Mainly, because I'm curious. You know it is very strange. It seems to me if I tell, you would have tons to lose. Yet you want me to?" He paused for a good two minutes then he turned to me with a very serious look. It was a look I had only saw on his face a few times. And that was right before some life-changing event happened.

He came toward me slowly. I backed up until I hit the wall, and he stopped right in front of me. He smiled a cruel smile. He was so close I feel his breath. It was a very frightening experience.

"You want to know why Malfoy? I'll tell you why! I want everyone to stop relying on Harry Potter. Voldemort has murdered muggles and wizards alike, but everyone is like 'Oh well, Harry Potter will avenge them'. Instead of planning and gearing up they are sitting in their homes thinking, Harry Potter will save us! Everyone in the wizarding world is waiting for me to defeat Voldemort. Me! 'The-Boy-Who-Lived-On-Accident', 'The-Boy-Who-Lived-Because-His-Mom-Cared', or 'The-Boy-Who-Should-Have-Fucking-Died!'"

I looked up and saw anger in the eyes of a boy which it did not belong in. He looked pure evil. Harry Potter, the savior of all, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, was staring at me with pure hatred. I never knew he could hate anything so much. And you know what, I never thought I could care.

"Maybe if everyone found out that the great Harry Potter was gay, they would lose faith in me. And maybe they would get up off their lazy asses and help stop this stupid war!" His eyes were no longer full of hatred, but turned to sadness, "And maybe, just maybe, I won't have to let all those people down." Suddenly, I began to pity him. I have never pitied anyone other than myself, yet I pitied him. Maybe pity was not the most helpful thing I could feel, but right then I wanted to give him, at least a little something, and all I could offer was pity.

Then he was looking straight at me. He smiled his smile. The smile I was use to seeing, and for once, it wasn't a fake smile. What the hell is going on with this boy? He reached out and took a hold of my arm.

"Draco, you know what my weakness is right?" I carefully thought out my next words. Dying right now was not one of my highest priorities. And that window was very close.

"Well…It's you being gay, right?" He shook his head, still with that smile on his face.

"No, you're wrong." He leaned very close to my face, so that I could feel his breath on my face. I felt a trimmer run down my body. I was officially freaked out. "It's you…" Before I could react he had leaned and placed a soft and gentle, yet passionate kiss on my lips.

Hot damn! What? I didn't like this…. Did I? Yes I did! Reason and Conscience be dammed! And then it was gone. That brief, yet wonderful feeling was gone. Harry stared at me in complete and utter shock that I'm guessing mirrored my own. Before I could blink, he turned and ran down the steps. I watched his retreating form with a longing glance. What was this I was feeling? I had the sudden urge to chase him down. I wanted him to come back and kiss me again…

That kiss was so wonderful. Our first kiss. The first time those wonderful lips touched my own. I will never forget the way it felt. I wanted to kiss him again. I began wringing my hands together. As I thought of holding and kissing Harry, it brought me back to reality. I realized he was out there fighting tons of dark wizards, and even the dark lord himself.

I hate Dumbledore! Him not letting me fight just because if I died Harry would lose it! Well that was a good point, but it didn't mean I can't be mad. I mean the person I love more than anything is out there fighting for his life, and many other lives, and I'm sitting here thinking about the past and doing nothing! Dammit…I hope he is okay…

KL: Well that was the second chapter!

Young Draco: I object!

Harry: Are you sure about that?

Old Draco: Say no! Say no!

Harry: WTF? Two Dracos! I can barely handle one!

Both Dracos: WHAT?

KL: This can only end in tears.