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: Thank you for all the positive Feedback! This update is horribly late, and I apologize! But schools ending soon and I have so many assignments to hand in. Anyway, I tried to make this chapter longer, I'm not sure if it worked, haha! Well, hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Maybe

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Harry's eyes caught those of Draco's as he sat eating his meal in the Great Hall. The crowds of students all around him made him nervous and he stared at his food wishing Draco was with him.

The blonde was sitting in a totally different part of the Hall. At first, Harry felt slightly rejected, but as the meal went on, he realized Draco was doing almost as bad as he was.

Lifting a thin hand to grip his fork, Harry grimaced. The food looked very unappetizing with it's lumpy mashed potatoes and slices of thin, precisely cut ham. Looking to his right, he found a pumpkin tart and picked it up, feeling the crumbly pastry warm in his hand. Pulling another face, he put it on his plate, staring at it with sudden distaste.

As if he couldn't help it, his sorrow emerald eyes rose to the Slytherin table, travelling across strange faces and landing on Draco's tired face. He watched as a few stray hairs allowed themselves to flicker onto his thick eyelashes as he stared at his table, his head bent. Harry gazed at Draco as slender fingers brushed away only a few strands before falling back onto the table. Suddenly, the blonde head lifted and Harry found himself staring into stormy grey eyes, watching as they stared back, dimming out the rest of the Great Hall.

It was as if Draco was sending a silent message.

Soon. We'll be together, soon.

Harry only hoped that it was true. He blinked and when his eyes were reopened, Draco's head was once again turned, staring at Pansy as the rosey-cheeked girl explained her Christmas Holiday. Harry's own eyes fell back to his food as his own holiday's played through his head.

Even though he felt completely vulnerable for letting Draco hear his broken voice, he knew deep inside, Draco would never hurt him. He was tough like steel on the outside, but if one was to dig deep enough, they'd find a scared boy. One who needed love.

One that needed Harry.

And Harry could finally admit to himself that he needed Draco too.

The meal passed by slowly and Harry sat alone, well aware that the rest of the table seemed to slide away from him. It wasn't much, just a few girls and even less boys. Most of the classes were merged together, all years together. The lack of teachers wasn't the only problem... There was also a great lack of students as well.

Harry's chest contracted painfully as his only memories of his past life surfaced. The small amount of students huddled together at the Gryffindor table looked permanently scarred. Harry's heart swelled with pain as he came to the conclusion that even though these few students hadn't died during the war, they had deffinately been hurt by it.

Harry's head lingered on his table before he sighed softly, reaching for his bag that rested on the floor in a large heap. He took out a book and his eyes glistened with something of hope.

Maybe one day... One day Hogwarts could return to normal. Even though his memories were gone, Harry felt a great ripple of power inside him that was his magic. He also had the strong feeling that Hogwarts, even with the destruction that had come to it during the hideous war, was more of a home to him then anything had ever been.

As Harry shifted in his seat, he felt a curious gaze land on him. His eyes met Draco's again and he looked away quickly, not able to stand the feeling that seemed to take over his chest. It was something he wasn't used to. It was a feeling that wasn't misery.

It was a feeling that made him feel complete. Maybe not completely happy, but complete in the sense that he wasn't alone. That he didn't have to face the world by himself. That he didn't have to face his memories by himself.

"Harry!"

The messy-haired Gryffindor turned his head around as the name was yelled from the doors of the Great Hall. A bushy haired girl was standing in the doorway, her hand waving towards him. She quickly ran across the Hall, ignoring the astonished looks that she was recieving, and enveloped the boy in a tight embrace. Lowering her arms she smiled, her eyes over-bright.

When Harry didn't show any sign of recognition, Hermione sighed, her face lifting into a sad smile. "It's me, Hermione."

Harry stared at the girl, remembering her very clearly. He felt like smiling, felt like talking, just like he had to Draco... But somehow, somehow his mouth became permanently shut.

Another quick hug and Hermione seated herself beside Harry, as there was large amounts of room, and started filling her plate while adding the odd thing to Harry's.

As if nothing had happened, Hermione smiled brightly. "Ron'll be here soon. He's upstairs writing home to his mother." Her smile suddenly turned less cheery and her eyes looked tired and sad.

Harry looked at the girl for a while before looking back down at his hands. The book was settled gently in his lap and he read the title, a soft feeling of warmth spreading across his insides.

Quidditch through the Ages

With a small, almost not-there, smile he turned back to Hermione who was watching him with a fond look on her face. Seeing his mouth turned up even just-slightly seemed to brighten her up and she gently placed a hand on his arm.

Ron chose that moment to seat himself across Harry. With a soft smile towards the redhead, Hermione nodded her head to Harry. Ron's face broke out into a huge grin and he looked into Harry's eyes happily. Apparently the smile was bigger then Harry thought.

With a quick glance towards Draco, Harry felt the feeling of warmth multiply and he looked down towards his lap, the hand on his arm stroking him softly.

Maybe...

Maybe remembering wouldn't be so bad.

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The bedsheets crumpled beneath him as Harry sat on his bed, setting his glasses on his night table. It felt like eternity had passed since he had left that wretched hospital and come to Hogwarts. It was his first night away from Draco and Harry found it hard to sleep. Pressing himself against his mattress, the raven-haired boy tossed the covers over his body, his shivering subsiding.

His eyes drooped wearily as he tried hard to keep them open. It was as if Draco was his antidote. His medicine. With the Slytherin boy, Harry hadn't experienced any dreams, knowing the other boy was beside him. And when he woke up, even though Draco tried to hide it, he was always watching over Harry, as if protecting him. As if showing him that he had no reason to be scared.

With a soft sigh, Harry let his eyes close, lidding once-gorgeous emerald eyes. It hardly took minutes for his breathing to relax and his chest to rise and fall in steady rythm.

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Fingering his broom fondly, Harry turned his head upwards, staring at the summer's blue sky. Only few clouds lingered in the air, creating a slight breeze that toussled his messy black hair.

With an embarrassed smile, he tried his hardest to flatten it, hearing the crowd cheer behind him. It was his first match since the ban Umbridge had set on him was lifted. The new captain and his best friend, Ron, patted Harry happily on the back, his face red from all the attention.

"Great day for a match, hey?" He whispered, his freckled face lifting towards the sky as well.

Harry grinned, the bristles of his polished broom bustling in the slight wind. "Perfect."

Madam Hooche's whistle rang out in the calm air, initiating hundreds of excited student's screaming. Harry vaguley heard the yells when his broom mounted off the ground, springing into the air with an elegance only he could pull off. The Ravenclaws, their current opponents, were whizzing across the pitch, a quaffle in their hands. Harry watched interestedly as Ginny, one of the new chasers, intercepted a pass and threw the ball as far away as she could to Seamus, who caught it speeding away.

A huge smile on his face, Harry felt his spirits rise as he flew higher into the air. The pitch became just a small patch as he circled the feild, looking for the golden snitch. The wind, more furious than before, blew against his face sending pleasant shivers down Harry's spine.

An immense feeling of ease came over him, and Harry let his hands move across the slender firebolt, a great amount of care present in his actions. Only flying made him feel this excited and content at the same time. With a grin on his face, he continued his lazy spirals in the air.

Then, out of nowhere, he saw a glint in the corner of his eyes. Whipping his head around, he saw the snitch zooming away, fast as the speed of light. Harry quickly leaned forward on his broom, making himself more aerodynamic. Leaning as close as possible to the the wood of his broom, Harry sped after the snitch, his eyes blazing with determination.

His hand was outstretched in front of him, grasping for the cool material that made the snitch. He could feel the wings beating rapidly, creating little winds across his fingertips.

Closer. Closer... Just a little bit more.

Harry grinned when he felt the round object touch his palm and quickly snapped his fingers shut. After a few protest flaps, the snitch stopped moving and Harry let his arm reach high above his head, the cheers of the pitch flooding his ears.

"And Harry's caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

With a sigh of affection, Harry stroked the firebolt lodged underneath him. It felt wonderful.

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Harry's eyes snapped open. He felt as if someone had poured a hot liquid down his throat and it was slowly warming up every limb in his body. He closed his eyes and soaked in the feeling of utter bliss his dream had left with him. He never knew that in his past life, he had ever felt so good.

In fact, it was the best he ever felt.

Biting his lip, Harry rubbed his scar. Just a thin, blood-red zigzag that sat on his forhead uselessly.

Even if he chose not to remember, his scar would always be there. Even if he refused to remember, his scar would always be there.

Even though he tried to rid himself of him past, he would always be reminded of it.

Letting himself fall back onto his pillows, Harry sighed. If his past life could make him feel so relaxed and wonderful as he did now in just a dream, and he had never felt anything like that before, maybe his life was worth remembering.

Maybe.

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A/N: Sorry for the late update! Schools a stressor!

Anyway, reviews were wonderful! I've decided to reply to some! (Ones with questions or some pretty awesome comments :)

Anux: Thanks :) I tried to make Draco seem reluctant to leave Harry without making it too Out of Character. Oh well haha.

RedFox13: Haha, aww! I love reading your reviews. They're just simply adorable and funny! I'm very glad my fics leave you giddy and wanting more! And I love making people smile, hehe! I hope you enjoyed Harry's Point of view. I hope you get the alert this time too! P.S I've read a lot of your one-shots, and I just want to say: Awesome, awesome writing!

Makalani Astral: I'm glad you didn't think it was depressing :) He did need to let it all out! And I know, I wish it could have lasted longer (them living together) but the point of it was to get them together... anything after that would have been a drag-on and quite boring...with no plot, haha. But don't worry, that wasn't the last of the two being together alone!

LenJade: One of the best! Well, now you're just making me blush ;) Here's your update, even though its not soon! Sorry, but hope you enjoy it!

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AloraBraken: It actually brought tears to your eyes? Aw, that's so sweet! It's great to see my story is bringing out emotion to it's readers. You liked the kiss? Thanks so much! It took forever to write, but I didn't want to post it until it was absolutely perfect! I mean, Harry's very fragile and Draco's very confused. It was nice, slow and simple. It was also a blast to write! I'm totally a sucker for sap, haha!

God-Damned: Yeah, angst is one of my favorite categories to write, even though it isn't as original as it could have been. Thanks! Describing is the hardest part for me and sometimes i'm not happy with it! It's great to hear good feedback once in a while. And as for my spelling -laughs nevously- well, i've never been the best speller and I don't have microsoft word. I do use online spellchecks for all my chapters, but apparently they don't catch everything. I hope you don't mind the small errors. Most of them are probably typos, if anything! Sorry!

Kaikiki: You like all my chapters! Aw, thats nice to hear, considering some of them I'm not as happy with. I hope you liked this one as well!

DemonsBlade: It was pretty sad :( But it'll get a bit angstier, I hope you don't mind. Draco is feeling pretty lonley, but I'll see if I can fix that up ;)

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