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Summary : Draco Malfoy wakes up one morning with a head-ache, a husband, two children and severe memory problems.

HARRY/DRACO

Draco Malfoy groaned in dulled pain. He rolled over onto his side trying to remember what had happened to him, the bright light and whiteness of the room suggested he was in Hogwarts Hospital. The brightness burned his eyes and in defeat he fell back onto the mattress and covered his eyes with a lazy arm.

"He's awake." Draco heard someone shout down the ward before someone was leaning over him blocking out the light, "Hey stranger, how are you feeling?" the person reached up and touched his cheek.

"I'm-" Draco stopped in mid-sentence finally realising who was touching him tenderly, "Potter! What the hell are you doing?" Harry stumbled back away from the bed looking confused.

"Draco-" Harry was cut off by an angry blonde.

"Why the hell are you calling me Draco, Potter? And why the hell are you in here, touching me?" the blonde shouted angrily, knocking away the hand which reached out.

"Draco! Why are you shouting at me? And why are you calling me Potter? You haven't called me that since seventh year."

"It is seventh year Potter, you idiot. Now leave your making me feel sick."

Harry over at Poppy for help in the situation.

"Mr Potter, stop your shouting at once! I have other patients to tend to. And you Mr Potter," the matron looked at Harry, "if you cause my patient any more discomfort I will take you to the Staff room and make you stay there."

"Yes Madame." Harry answered looking sheepish, "Draco thinks we're still in Seventh year Madame."

"Does he?" and at Harry's nod she moved closer to the pair and pulled out her wand, "Stand back." Harry stepped away from the bed and allowed the Medi-Witch space to try and diagnose the angry blonde.

"Oh, dear," the witch murmured stepping back next to Harry, "I'm afraid Mr Potter, that your husband has amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Harry muttered falling back into the chair by Draco's bed.

"Hello! Why the hell did you just say that I was married to Golden-Boy! And what the hell am I doing here?" Draco asked again trying hard not to raise his voice.

"Draco, it's not 2004, you've forgotten the last ten years of your life, it's now 2014."

"You expect me to believe that, especially from you."

"Draco I'm not lying to you."

"I'm not an idiot to believe that."

A series of shouts from the corridor distracted the two from their small argument and two small children holding each others hands ran into the hospital wing.

"Not again." Draco faintly heard Harry murmur before the brunette turned towards the running children, "Riley! Sarah! I told you to stay with Uncle Sev...How did you get away from him this time?"

"We didn't do much Daddy..."

"Just a little explosion."

"How many times do I have to tell you not to mess around with potions without your Father there?"

"Tons..."

"And tons."

"Then why aren't you listening to me?"

"We just wanted to see Father Daddy," Sarah said in a hurtful voice her silver eyes widening and small tears sprung up in the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah," Riley agreed with a small sniffle.

Harry caved and closed his eyes while turning to the bed.

"Pretend you know them...please." Harry whispered to Draco as he helped him sit up.

"Papa!" The twins shouted at the same time climbing up each side of the bed, "Are you okay Papa?"

"I'm fine...Sarah" Draco looked to Harry for confirmation of the name. Noting the tiny nod that Harry gave him he turned back to the twins. His children. It was easy to tell that they were children of a Malfoy, the same shaped face; sharp cheekbones pointed nose and Sarah with his Silver eyes, Riley with emerald green.

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