Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Amnesia
Harry slept for three days, during which Draco wandered around the area outside the shack in search of food and water. The first day out, he managed to find a small brook and a patch of edible berries, and returned the day after to gather what he could to bring back. On the third day, Draco had gone out to scout the surrounding areas for other sources of food if he could, and managed to return with a bruised knee from a fall he had taken on the way back, and a handful of scratches from the thorn bush that had broken the fall. Draco scowled darkly at Harry, as if he was to blame for Draco's lack of balance.
"What a pain. Potter is even more trouble when he's out cold." Draco rolled his eyes. With a heavy sigh, he popped a few of the berries into his mouth and sat down to do what he had done for the last three days: watch the Gryffindor boy sleep. He found it quite soothing to watch his archenemy on the brink of death. Something about seeing "The Boy Who Lived" teetering on the edge of an abyss made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Draco had just begun to fall asleep when a moan came from the boy on the bed. Silver eyes snapped open to regard the brunet, a mixture of anger and hope swelling in them as Draco watched Harry lift a bandaged hand to his head and gently massage his scalp. Harry murmured something the blond couldn't hear, before his shockingly green eyes opened drowsily. Harry blinked, bleary-eyed, then squinted against the harsh sunlight streaming in from the windows.
The former Slytherin's mouth twitched into a smirk as he watched Harry slowly try to regain his senses.
"About time you woke up, Potter," he sneered elegantly. "You've been out for three days." He folded his arms over his chest and watched Harry expectantly, the smirk still upon his features. Harry turned his head and looked at the blond, blinking a few times as if to clear his vision. A frown crossed his face, and Draco's smirk widened.
"What are you talking about?" he murmured, his voice cracking from neglect. Draco stood and retrieved a goblet of water from the table, then set the cup down beside the bed as he helped Harry sit up.
"You have been unconscious for three days," he repeated, using hand gestures to explain it. He rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Potter, must I paint it in bright green for you to see it?" He handed Harry the water goblet and proceeded to fold his arms over his chest.
Harry drank the water and then glanced up at the expectant Slytherin. "Um…you're probably going to think I'm stupid for asking…but…uh…who are you?" he asked, turning his bright green eyes to the floor.
Draco blinked a moment and tilted his head, then promptly burst into a fit of laughter, ignoring the fact that Harry did not appear to find it at all funny. "Oh, that's rich, Potter," he said with a malevolent smirk. "'Let's make Malfoy think I don't know who he is and throw him for a loop!' Really funny! I almost fell for it. Sorry, but I don't believe things that Gryffindors tell me." He snorted softly and sat back in his chair.
By this time, Harry was watching him curiously. "I don't see what's so funny, sir, but I really don't know who you are…" He lifted a hand to his head. "I can't seem to remember much at the moment…My head feels really…fuzzy…" He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. Silver eyes rolled again.
"Whatever, Potter. Just drink the water so you don't sound like a dying hippogriff." He waved his hand nonchalantly, and leaned back in his chair, looking anywhere but at the brunet on the bed. Harry watched him for a moment, then lifted the goblet to his lips once more. The silver gaze flickered back to him for a moment, before Draco snatched his wand from his pocket and rose to his feet.
"I'm going to track down something besides berries to eat. Don't move around too much, or you'll reopen those wounds." He paused. "Which, by the way, took me forever to wrap, so don't you dare start bleeding through those bandages." The blonde added a final glare to reinforce what he said and turned on his heels, leaving Harry alone in the shack.
Harry stared at the door for a few seconds after Draco disappeared. He shook his head, ran a bandaged hand through his already messy black hair, and slowly settled back onto the bed. "What a strange person…" he murmured quietly, before slipping into a light doze.
The blond Slytherin made it back to the flat before it got too dark. He levitated the broken bodies of a few rabbits he had managed to track down (though he would never admit that it took him several hours to catch one) into the room and wrinkled his nose in disgust. What would his father say, if he saw him eat dead creatures he had caught himself? Not without some sort of spice on them, at least! Malfoys never ate bland food.
Silver eyes settled on the bed, where Harry was still sleeping; his mouth was hanging open slightly, a quiet snore issuing from it. The Slytherin Prince scoffed quietly at the sight; so much for getting him to help cook these…things. Draco settled the rabbits down onto the hearthstone and leaned against the wall, watching the boy sleep. Should he move him? Re-bandage the wounds? Nah, let him suffer. Would serve him right for trying to play that trick on him.
As he turned to tend to his dinner, the boy slammed his injured knee right into the nearby chair, sending a wave of pain through him, starting at his knees and reaching every nerve ending in his body. He dropped to the floor, rolling onto his back and biting back a yelp of pain. It hurt. He breathed heavily and tried to ignore the pain as he had done so many times before, when a sound made him freeze.
The familiar creak of the bed sent a shiver down Draco's spine. He lifted his head to see his arch-nemesis fighting to stand up, watching him with worried green eyes.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, wincing as his wounds stretched painfully. He slowly shuffled his feet towards the boy on the floor.
"Don't move, you dolt!" Draco snapped at him. "I'm fine! But if you don't get back on the bed right this instant, I'm going to hex you into the middle of next week!" he growled out.
But no, the stupid, stupid Gryffindor Golden Boy had to keep moving. Harry fell to his knees beside the injured blond, who continued to glare at him.
"Let me help you," he said gently, his eyes on Draco's knee. Harry slowly withdrew the wand from the blond's pocket, as if every movement pained him, and pointed it at Draco's knee. "Sano," the brunet whispered, and Draco stared at him as the pain vanished. "You really ought to be more careful." The former Slytherin's eyes narrowed slightly as Harry smiled at him, rising from his crouched position beside Draco. For the first time, the brunet seemed to notice the wand in his hand, and blinked. "Um…what's this?" There was a smack as Draco's head fell back against the floor.
"You have got to be kidding me," Draco muttered darkly, before using his arms to push himself into a sitting position as the brunet sat in the chair. "What are you trying to pull, Potter? This isn't funny." He fixed the raven-haired boy with the darkest look he could muster. The Gryffindor just blinked.
"Pull? I'm not trying to pull anything." He glanced back down at the wand. "Are you going to tell me what it is, or get all defensive like earlier?" he asked, no hatred, no malice in his words. The blond rolled his eyes, muttered something about stupid Golden Boys and used the arm of the chair to push himself to his feet. He grabbed his wand from the brunet and shoved it into his pocket.
"It's a wand, Potter," he sneered, doing the best impression of McGonagall he could muster. Harry thought about this for a moment.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" he asked, tilting his head to look up at the other boy. "Potter sounds like a strange first name…" Although Draco was taken aback for a moment, he barely let the shock register on his face. A quick flash of his eyes was all that indicated any change in emotion.
"It's your last name; not your first, you ruddy dolt," he snapped, rolling his eyes. "Just like Malfoy is my last name." Draco shook his head with an irritated sigh. "You're such a prat."
"How so? I just asked a question." Harry's voice held an underlying tone of hurt and indignation. "I don't remember my name." Draco rolled his eyes again.
"Bloody hell, Potter!" he muttered, glaring at the boy. "Your name is Harry James Potter, you're seventeen years old, you nearly died when you were born, you live with your aunt and uncle in the Muggle world, you've been attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the past seven years, and you're the Gryffindor House Seeker!" All of this came out in a rush of emotion, and the blond glared at him. Harry just sat there, drinking all of this in.
"And, ah…who are you?" Draco groaned aloud.
"Draco Malfoy, also seventeen, member of Slytherin House and your sworn enemy!" Harry seemed to take this all in with a quiet understanding, his green eyes focused on the floor in front of him like it was the single most interesting thing in the world.
"Oh." Not a single other word from out of his mouth. After the minutes stretched on in a painful silence, Draco made a small huffing sound and muttered something under his breath, his wand back in his hand and pointing at the rabbits. He felt Harry's eyes on him again, but he ignored it as the rabbits skinned themselves and hovered in midair. He muttered something else and the meat turned an off white color, indicating that they were cooked. He muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa," and floated the cooked meat towards the table and onto the plates.
"Whoa," he heard behind him as he stepped forward to take a plate and a set of silverware. Draco rolled his eyes and shot Harry a look. "That was brilliant," Harry offered with a small, almost embarrassed smile. Draco sighed softly and took his plate to lean against the hearthstone. Harry just watched him.
"Can I help you?" Draco asked darkly, swallowing the bit of meat he had pulled off with his fork. Harry shook his head. "The other one's for you, if you want it." With that, he focused his attention on the plate in front of him instead of on the other boy, who insisted on staring at him.
He heard Harry stand and retrieve the plate of food before returning to the chair. They continued to eat in silence, and Draco didn't look up until he was finished. Surprisingly enough, Harry had finished before him, and was now proceeding to watch him with an unblinking green stare. Draco glared at him in return and snatched Harry's plate from him, dropping the remains of the rabbit out the window and onto the ground outside. He pulled out his wand again, muttered "Scourgify," and set the newly cleaned plates and silverware back on the table. Harry was still watching him.
"Will you stop staring at me, please?" he snapped, glaring at him. Harry jumped, surprised, and nodded quickly.
"I think I'm just going to go to bed…is that alright?" he asked, avoiding Draco's eyes. The Slytherin rolled his eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
"Whatever. I don't care what you do." He added one final glare at the boy before sitting down in the seat Harry had vacated with a huff. Only after he heard Harry begin to snore lightly did he move to look at him.
'So, Potter has amnesia?' he thought to himself, taking a moment to watch the boy sleep. 'This could work to my advantage…imagine having him as my personal servant!' The former Slytherin nearly glowed with glee as he considered this option. 'Oh, revenge will be sweet.'
A/N: So what do you all think of this chapter? I promise it'll pick up soon! These first chapters are killing me! . Anyways, please review! I'd love to hear what you think!
Many many many many many thanks to SolarCat, who beta-ed this fic for me and put up with my incessant fangirl need to rush through things and not make it very good, just for the sake of getting to the snogging parts :) Solar, you are the Harry to my Draco::falls over: XD
