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

Harry immediately broke up with Zaboni, to the shock of everyone. Blaise was welcomed back into the Slytherin world with open arms. I had talked to him earlier and explained to him the story I had told our housemates. He told them that he had not gotten close enough to find out anything good, but he had told them basic things like Harry's favorite color and such. They had naively believed everything he said. But of course, he also believed me when I told him that I had no interest in Harry.

Voldemort had decided to stay under wraps for a while. No chaos and pandemonium made everyone very nervous especially Harry. Of course, there was also the fact that he was waiting for me to pop up at any moment and say, 'Sorry Potter just joking, I'm a spy.' Needless to say, this did not make me happy.

No matter how many wonderful nights we had together in each others arms, and no matters how many times I reassured him I was not a death eater, it did no good, for one simple reason. I would not tell him I loved him.

I know you are saying, 'Why don't you just tell him what he wants to hear? If it would solve all of his insecurities about you.' Well Harry decided to say this same thing to me one day. We were currently in The Room of Requirement. Harry had decided this was a perfect place for us to meet. The room contained a bed, big enough for four people, a few comfortable chairs, two desks (for homework purposes), and small refrigerator. In truth it was actually a box that had been spelled to stay cold, but it worked very well for storing drinks.

I was sitting at one the desk's finishing up my Charms homework, while Harry was laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"You know Potter, you should get started on your Potions essay. You don't want Snape giving you another failing grade do you?" He sat up off the bed and stood up. 'I am such a good influence on him.'

"Why wont you say it? Do you not love me is that it?" My eyebrow twitched. I turned slowly to see him staring in anger at me.

"Harry…when did you become such a brat?" He clenched his fists at his side.

"Why will you not say it! Why is it such a big deal?" He screamed at me in rage. I stood up knocking my chair over in the process. I took my Charms textbook and chucked at him. It missed its target and murdered a poor innocent potted plant.

"DAMMIT POTTER! Will you stop and think for once! I want you to just stop and think about this situation we are in! I am Draco Malfoy, your greatest rival! I am the son of a Death Eater and you are The-Boy-Who-Lived! I have lived my entire life being told to hate and despise you! Yet now we are shagging? Have you ever thought that maybe I am trying to sort out my own feelings? MAYBE! Just maybe I am having a hard time accepting what's going on? NO! You never thought that! You are so fucking obsessed with whether or not I am a death eater that you never even asked me if I was okay with my ENTIRE LIFE being turned upside down!"

I felt an extreme surge of triumph from the look of surprise on his face. I marched over to him, he stood back, thinking I was going to punch him, 'Not that I didn't want to…' I pulled back my sleeve revealing a pale Dark Mark-less arm.

"You see? I'm not screwing you for Voldemort! Happy?" I looked into Harry's eyes to let him see how serious I was. His eyes were full of shock. Finally his eyes turned back into a jet black, expressionless. For a moment…I was terrified. Wait what? Yes I believed that I had gone too far. For some reason, the thought of Harry hating me, made me hurt, a lot.

He took a few steps forward until our faces were only inches apart. He stared down into my eyes with a deep intensity, that I matched. I glared back into his eyes with matching ferocity. My pride would allow no other option.

Suddenly his head dropped and he placed his chin on my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist in a sloppy hug. I gasped in shock, as I stood motionless.

"I'm so sorry for doubting you Draco…I guess I'm just confused as well…This has all happened so fast. Can you forgive me?" I smiled a placed my hands on his back pulling him into an awkward embrace.

"I shall think about it. But before I do I would like to point out this. If I were a Death Eater wouldn't I have told you that I loved you, just so you would trust me more." He pulled his head back and looked at me, his face turning a pink color.

"I never even thought about that."

"I know that's why I pointed it out to you."

Potter: 0

Malfoy: 1

"Don't give me that face Potter."

He stopped bothering me about it after that. He accepted the fact that I would not tell him until I was ready and I decided to accept the fact that I would never be ready. It was a great time for us. We were living our day-to-day lives as normal as we could. I was the God of Slytherin, and he was the Golden Boy. We begin to constantly fight in and out of classrooms. Those arguments became what I looked forward to every day.

"Oh look it's the Queer-Who-Lived."

"Whatever Ferret Boy. We all know your just jealous of Zaboni."

"Please Potty, like I would stoop as low as you."

The most rewarding part of these arguments was the ravishing I would receive after them. One such ravishing began in an empty classroom in the dungeons, near the Potions classroom. We had just spent the entire Potions class sending each other notes about how we were going to beat each other up. The notes, of course, were loaded with over-used sexual innuendoes. I had dropped off the troll twins and marched into the classroom as quickly as possible.

Harry quickly threw me against a desk and began to run his hands up into my shirt. I wrapped my leg around his waist before pulling him down into a rough kiss. His tongue began probing my mouth fiercely as his hands ran over my nipples, pinching and tugging on them. He pulled his tongue out, as he stared down at me panting heavily. His mouth turned up into a grin.

"I'm so going to give you that thrashing I promised Draco." I moaned and bucked my hips against him.

"Less talk more action, or are you really all talk Harry?" I smirked as his eyes took on a dangerous glint. He claimed my mouth once again. My robes were quickly thrown to floor, quickly followed by my shirt, then my belt, and then his belt. He was smirking down at me with untamable lust in his eyes.

"POTTER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU…..Malfoy?….Malfoy is that you….MALFOY! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Proffesor Snape had absolutely atrocious timing.

KL: sigh I decided to go back to the original plot of this story. Yes that includes Snape…I have recovered so do not worry about me. Anywho. Sorry this chapter was short but I wanted to end it there. It just screamed to be ended there.
Snape: MY EYES! THEY BURN!
KL: Well that's what you get! You deserve it you bastard!
Snape: I don't think anyone deserves that…
Harry: Hey! It's not like you saw anything really bad! Like Goyle and Crabbe going at it.
Everyone in the known universe: ………….EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
KL: Must rip out eyeballs…..
DarkJedi: The sad thing is someone has probably wrote a fic with that.
KL: How did you get in my post-fic dialogue?
Darkjedi: Because of the mind trust thing. I'm always in your head.
KL: Makes sense I guess. Next chapter soon! Unless Johnny Depp comes to my house and sweeps me away. Then you are screwed.
Draco: snort
Harry runs off with Draco as Snape and DarkJedi hold her back.