Title: Speak to me

Setting: Seventh Year, Hogwarts

Rating: R- Slash, violence?

Disclaimer: Don't own HP

Summary: Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. But his victory had major consequences. One being the fact that Harry has totally shut himself away from any contact with anyone. No one can help. No one, that is, except a certain Slytherin enemy. (Slash HP/DM!)

Authors Notes: This was one hard chapter to write! Thank you to those who reviewed, it's a pleasure writing for you! Also, sorry, I didn't mean to make it seem like Harry remembered everything, Tell me Your Name (the reviewer), It was just supposed to be the first step. He's remembering a little at a time, though keep in mind, he might be more aware of his surroundings than you think. I mean, there's only been few chapters in his point of view?

Chapter Eight: Perfect

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A cold wind crept in though the window, and Draco saw Harry's eyelashes flutter open. He groaned, pushing the silken covers of his bed higher on his shoulders before turning over, trying to fall asleep once again.

The Slytherin boy sat on his own bed, watching Harry intently. He ran his fingers along his forehead, absentmindedly moving smooth strands of pale hair away from his face. It had to be seven in the morning when Harry's eyes pryed open, against his will. Draco watched as he stared at his ceiling, the memories he had remembered catching up with him.

Draco waited patiently, watching as Harry's eyes clouded with confusion, than slowly turned into terror. His eyes shut tightly and he made a soft whimpering sound in his throat.

With one swift motion, Draco was on his feet, walking towards the raven-haired boy quickly. There was a slight hesitation in his movements, but he managed to get over to Harry's bed without trouble.

"Potter?"

Emerald eyes found their way to silver ones and Harry's eyebrows arched. He looked around the room, his eyes saddening.

Draco knew perfectly well that Harry had a nervous breakdown. He had much experience, seeing as how his mother had suffered from many herself. "Well? What do you remember?" The blonde asked, his voice soft yet demanding.

It looked as if Harry still didn't want to talk. His mouth opened slightly before closing again, his voice trapped. His eyes looked incredibly confused and Draco felt himself jolt with a feeling which he recognized immediately as sympathy. He didn't even feel the need to scold himself for sympathezisng his enemy because he didn't feel Harry and him were enemies anymore.

In fact, Draco had no idea what they were. They certainly weren't close enough to be friends and Draco suspected Harry didn't want friends. Not now...

It was obvious he needed something to complete him, but all Draco could do was loom over Harry, wondering the same thing over and over again.

Why do I care?

He finally admitted, that yes, he had cared slightly for Harry when he had gone to the infirmary. And yes, he had cared somewhat for Harry when he agreed to take care of him over the winter holidays. But he still didn't understand why.

Subconciously, Draco's hand lifted from his sides as he pondered about his current situation. Without noticing, Draco's hand made it's way to Harry and started stroking his hair gently, leaving Harry looking relieved but even more curious than before. The hand slowly pushed back Harry's black hair and then fell softly back on to his forehead.

It wasn't until Harry sighed with comfort when Draco realized what he was doing. Feeling himself grow warm and blushing, he pulled his hand away, watching as the boy's eyes fluttered open, revealing drowsy eyes.

The two stared at eachother for several minutes, both feeling lost and slightly embarassed. Finally, Draco lowered his eyes so that they landed on the ground.

"You don't deserve this." Draco said softly. "You don't deserve to have your memories ripped away from you."

Harry's eyes looked towards the same spot Draco's were staring so intently at.

It was hard to believe Draco had said the words. Even Harry, who had tiny knowledge of Draco's arrogant behavior looked surprised. Draco bit his lip, something he hardly ever did, before catching Harry's eyes once again.

"Though..."

Draco's voice trailed off. He didn't want Harry to remember anything because it would bring back the memories of Draco's torments and for some unexplainable reason, he didn't want Harry to hate him. But, looking into those hopeful eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he went the other direction.

"You can always get them back."

Harry's eyes widened and his head turned quickly. He looked as if he struggled with himself to talk, but his voice decieved him and he only burried his head in his pillow.

"Don't you want them back?" Draco said, more agressively than he would have liked. Sure, he was starting to feel something for the other boy, but it didn't stop him from being frusterated. And, when Draco was frusterated he took it out on something. Mainly someone.

Harry's eyes scanned the room carelessly, his head making only the slightest movement.

"But why?" Draco said loudly, his eyes somewhat relieved but his chest sinking slightly. As much as he wanted to keep his and Harry's old relationship a secret, he absolutely knew he didn't want to see Harry live like this. Like a pathetic, pitiful baby.

Then, there was a slightly muffled sound. Draco looked as if someone had just slapped him in the face and he quickly turned around. It was the softest sound, a sound that could have easily been mistaken for the wind, or something just as quiet.

"Because."

Draco's face suddenly lifted and his eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Harry's face turned slightly, his emerald eyes shining with what looked like fear. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't ever spoken in his life, and his mouth cracked open, taking in a small, fearful breath. His eyes locked with Draco's and he very slowly pulled himself into a sitting position.

"I don't want to remember."

Draco looked as if he was about to faint. His face was still in shock, but his eyes looked surprised and hopeful. "Why not?"

Harry thought it over for a minute, his head tilting slowly to his right. "My life is- was bad." He said slowly, tasting the words in his mouth. His eyebrows arched slightly, before he brought his gaze back to Draco's.

"No. Is. You can't live like this." Draco said just as slow. He was still incredibly astonished that Harry was talking to him.

"I can. The nightmares... I can live with." His eyes closed tightly. "They've always come. Even in my past life."

The Slytherin felt his breathing slow down. His eyes showed genuwine concern, but his face was twisted into a slight sneer. How could Harry be so stupid?

"Your friends, your life... you don't remember anything!" He said, his hand reaching up towards his face, rubbing his head tiredly. "If you remembered... Then..."

Harry watched Draco intently, his own hands running through his hair. Draco looked up, his face angry.

"I can't stand seeing you like this." Ended Draco lamely, his face tinted with a horrible red.

The Gryffindor looked confused as he bit his lip. There was something hopeful in his eyes, but Draco sensed the other boys discomfort.

Draco moved slightly closer to the raven-haired boy, who shuddered ever so slightly as he examined his hands, his eyes on the verge of tears. Draco's own fingers landed on one of Harry's and he pushed it down, entwining their fingers as he did. Harry's other hand dropped softly to his other side, his head raising, watching Draco's hesitant face near his own.

"You're so miserable." Draco whispered, his eyes glistening with emotion. "I don't want to see you miserable."

Harry took in a deep breath, shuddering a little as he exhaled. His emerald eyes, once so pure, were laced with a lifeless fog. Very slowly, Draco took his free hand and let it linger on Harry's chin, pushing up his delicate face slowly, their faces parallel to eachother, causing Harry's darkened orbs to meet his own.

The blonde stared into the misty orbs that belonged to Harry. His breath came out softly, warming Harry's worried face.

They were both confused. They didn't belong together... This was not what was supposed to happen...

But as Draco stared into the depths of Harry's eyes, he only asked himself one thing.

Then why do we fit so perfectly?

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A/N: Oh, i'm sorry. Not only is this chapter disgustingly bad, it also took ages to post and is also minuscule. I swear, it's hardly long enough to be called a chapter. Maybe the introduction to a chapter... I'm really sorry! It's just, this has been a total roadblock for me! It's causing me so much trouble, that I'm really confused. I knew exactly where this story was going.. but the roadblocks just keep multiplying! Sorry again!

Shadow

P.S Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. I tried to catch them all when I proofread, but I only have two eyes and, trust me, I make DOZENS of mistakes...