Title: I Remember It, Like It Was In A Flashback.
Author: Kakkarot lover
Rating: PG-13
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

Wait? Hold on. I liked getting kissed by another guy? Does that mean I'm gay? No way.

I'm not the gay one! Potter is! Zaboni is! I'm the straight one here. I think I have been hanging around all these gay people and it has messed up my sense of reality.

I mean, yes, I had stared at a couple of guy's asses before, but that was just checking out the competition. And maybe I had questioned my sexuality once or twice, but what teenage boy hasn't? That doesn't mean I'm gay, just means…Well I have no idea what it means, but it doesn't mean I'm gay.

But I was just kissed by a boy and I liked it! Why hello Irony Gods! Come for a visit? Okay Draco stop talking to imaginary people, it's not good for your sanity.

"Draco! You up there?" Zaboni? What does he want?

"No!"

"Draco! I know it's you! I'm coming up there." Damn… That always worked on Crabbe and Goyle. I glared at him as he reached the top of the stairs. He shook his head and sighed. I must have fell to the ground while I was having a nervous breakdown, as I realized I was having to look up at him. He walked over and sat down beside me.

"Hey Draco, you okay?" I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall.

"Go away Zaboni."

"I can't." I raised an eyebrow, but did not look at him.

"And why the hell not?"

"See I met Harry at the bottom of the steps and he told me to come up here and check on you. He made me promise I would. And I can't break a promise to Harry." I turned to look at him as a million of snappy comebacks came to my head. I swallowed all of them.

"Oh…Okay" Then it hit me that Ha…Potter had sent Blaise to check up on me. He was worried about me. I've never had anyone worry about me before…He smiled at me.

"So why don't you tell me what happened. Maybe I can help" And I soon found myself telling him everything that had happened from the day I heard Harry and Professor Lupin talking about Sirius ("Oh…Lupin is gay…I knew it!" "You're missing the point Zaboni!").

I told him about Potter wanting it to be know he was gay, ("Good he shouldn't hide it!"), how I didn't tell because I realized Blaise had a crush on him,(He blushed extremely.), Potter telling me to meet him here….and Potter kissing me.

Zaboni jumped up off the ground and pointed a finger at me.

"YOU LIE! Harry would never touch you! He loves me! I shall never forgive you for this act Draco! You have betrayed me! As of today you are the competition!" After his outburst he took off down the stairs.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THIS RACE! Is it too late to drop out!" I screamed after him. Realizing it was futile I stood up and dusted myself off. What is wrong with these people?

Zaboni was apparently taking this competition very seriously. He would not speak to me at the table anymore. If he saw me in the hallways he would go to the opposite side as far away as possible. He would completely avoid the common room if I were there.

There was one person that Zaboni was definitely not ignoring. Potter seemed to have earned him a Slytherin pet. Zaboni would carry Potter's books, walk him to and from classes, and sit at the table with him sometimes.

Once again Zaboni seemed to have embarrassed Slytherin beyond repair. Of course the students were just beyond comprehension. Within days the rumors spread all over the school. In class I heard students talk about it, and I even heard some of the paintings discussing the matter. I didn't begin to really worry about the sanity of the school until I heard Mcgonagall and Sprout discussing it outside the Greenhouse. It wasn't until I heard the Head of the Gryffindor house say it that it finally struck.

Harry Potter and Blaise Zaboni were dating.

I began to crave the good old days when Zaboni was just gay.

The next morning, as I sat down at the Slytherin table for breakfast, everyone at the table looked up at me. There was silence. I reached down and picked up my drink, took a sip, and sat it back down. They were waiting for me to place verdict upon Zaboni.

What was I supposed to say? In the eyes of everyone here Zaboni was a traitor and his crime was punishable by death. How was I supposed to convince to them to leave Zaboni alone?

Wait, why do I even want to help Zaboni? I should just let them tear him apart. But something wouldn't let me. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Everyone do not panic. Zaboni is acting as a spy for us. He is carrying on the illusion that he is dating Potter to bring us back information. He still on our side, do not worry."

I could see everyone at the table relax and then begin grinning and smirking.

"I was worried about the way we were supposed to act to this news. We thought the best way would just be to ignore him. Just treat him and Potter as if they are invisible. The school will be surprised, but they will just assume we are acting snobbish. This will also leave Zaboni alone to deal with Potter." All of the table nodded and agreed with him.

Damn I'm good.

Or so I thought.

"But Draco! You know what this means? Harry Potter is gay!" I hate you Crabbe.

"Apparently so. But I must remind all of you, leave Potter alone or you will destroy the mission." They all grumbled but nodded.

For once, the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were stunned beyond words. Their savor, their hero, their mascot even…was gay? And dating a Slytherin. To make matters more confusing, the Slytherins were doing nothing about it.

The matter soon died down, and in almost a week it was old news. My plan had worked perfectly. Of course I knew it would. I was absolutely giddy at the prospect of seeing Potter's reaction to the reaction, or lack there of, of the school.

I did not have to wait long. That Saturday I was passing along through the Charms hallway, on my way back to the Slytherin common room, when I passed by an old forgotten classroom. As soon as I passed it the door opened. I turned back to see who was exiting when I felt a hand pull my shirt back and into the room.

"AH!" I was thrown to the ground and the door was shut behind me. I looked up and found myself staring at Potter. He was what I would most likely call…livid.

"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT MALFOY?" I winced, stood, and dusted myself off.

"Well I was just innocently walking down the hallway! I did not know this was some sort of game! A rubbish Muggle game no doubt."

"You know what I mean." This time his voice was barely above a whisper, but his tone and the look in his eyes, made it more intimidating that if he had yelled loud enough for the entire school to hear. I opened my mouth to say some witty retort, but faltered.

"What are you playing at Potter?" Harry stood stunned clearly not expecting this question. Noticing Harry's confusion I continued on. "YOU KISSED ME! WHY! Why are you doing this? What is going on in the damaged head of yours? Did you think that if you kissed me that I would get angry and then tell?" My voice was getting quieter as it went. Potters face was in absolute disbelief.

"You think that I only kissed you to make you angry?"

"WHAT? That's all you have to say?" This seemed to break Potter out of his trance as he marched over right into my personal space. He cupped my face in his hand and forced his mouth down onto mine. His mouth was so warm, so inviting. I felt my legs quiver and nether regions burn with passion. What was wrong with me?

He pulled his face back his eyes clouded over. I was panting from lack of breath. Since when had I ever gotten so hot and bothered over a kiss?

"Do you think now I didn't mean it? I meant it Draco…" I couldn't say anything back to him.

"Draco…I have had a crush on you since I came to this school. I did not fully recognize it as what it was until last year. I don't know how I could feel something this strong for you." His face was inches from mine.

"Draco…I think I love you."

"I…I…y-you….b..but…" He smiled a true smile, one that had not been seen in a long time.

"Ferret got your tongue?"

"You ass! You know damn well…" He interrupted me to once again claim my lips. He ran his tongue over my lips asking for permission. Without thinking of the consequences I opened my mouth to allow him access. He put one hand on my waist and one on the back of my head, pulling me into him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. As he pulled back I let out a small whimper.

He stared down at me in complete surprise.

"Draco…"

"Dammit Potter you talk to much." I pulled his head down into another kiss.

I believe that was the first time Harry and I ever agreed on something.

KL: Well that was a trip. Anywho, So far I remember it like a flashback has recieved 120 hits! SCORE! But...It only has 4 reviews. Come on people! Review! Just to say "Hi"! I just want to know you people want me to keep going :3
Old Draco: I wasn't even in this chapter X.x
Harry: Here why don't I make you feel better…
Young Draco: I dont know if that means he is cheating on me or not. 0.o
KL: O.o…A thought for all of us to ponder…