A/N Sorry for the long wait! Thanks to reviewers:

Murgy31: Hehe thank you so much! You rock too, for reviewing so much hehe!

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LunaParvulus: Hehe yes, she dishwasher was a rubbish excuse to make Hermione go away, but I thought it would be comical hehe! I'm sorry this update wasn't as fast as the last one, I've had loads of work to do recently. But don't worry, I'm still here!!

Slashfan69: Actually, when people say 'update soon please' I generally update really quickly, but this time was a one off, I promise! I'll be much quicker next time! I hope this is worth the wait!

.J.e.n.n.a.7.: Tehe, thanks for reviewing! Sorry for the long update, I know you like them quickly hehe! Yesh, I can't wait to write more about Draco. It's guna be good!

Mrs Suzy Black: Again, sorry for the longer update, was a one-off I promise! Yeah, I thought Draco being a Healer would put a nice twist on things! And sorry about Hermione's reaction, I just kinda thought that she hated him in school, and even though she's usually civil to him she kinda has other things on her mind right now, like Harry's health! So she was a bit harsh. Sorry!

Evie Glacier TakoHmm yes, Harry not having memories does pose a problem, haha!

StarDreamer1269: Hehe, I'm not going to say anything. I'm a bit tired so I might accidentally give stuff away. Here's the next chapter lol!

Alone Child

Harry woke up three days later feeling no better about the situation with Draco Malfoy. He had decided on the day that he first saw Draco to ignore his initial feelings that he should probably hate him, and try to make friends with him instead. However, this was harder than originally planned, as Harry had only been out for one walk a day with Hermione since then, and each time he had not seen Draco anywhere. What he did not know, however, was that his luck was about to change completely.

Harry yawned and looked at the clock that sat on his bedside table – a present from Hermione – and saw that it was nine in the morning. He sighed and rolled over in his bed; no one ever came to see him this early. But then he jumped out of his skin as the door to his room opened loudly and quick footsteps walked towards his bed.

He sat bolt upright and almost bashed heads with a tall, blonde haired, grey-eyed man.

"Morning, Potter," Draco said in a voice which Harry did not remember him having when he spoke to Hermione in the corridor. This voice was quite different; soft and gentle.

"Erm… Hi…" Harry stammered back.

"My name is Draco Malfoy," He said as he stood back to look at Harry, "Perhaps you remember me?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows together and in response Draco took a deep breath and said, "Then again, maybe not…"

Harry thought it dramatically ironic that Draco was sarcastically asking if Harry remembered him, when in actual fact, Draco was the person who popped up in every single dream he had.

It was only then that Harry realised what Draco was doing. He had picked up the clipboard that was at the end of Harry's bed and was reading it thoroughly, as if examining it.

"W-Where's Anna, my Healer?" Harry asked.

Draco did not look up, but answered with a wave of his hand; "She's got vanishing sickness."

"Vanishing sickness?" Harry repeated disbelievingly, if the illness was exactly what it sounded like.

"Yes; whenever she throws up she disappears until she throws up again," Draco answered. He then looked up and began to smile in a way that Harry had never seen anyone smile before, in an evil, but cheeky way – like a smirk. "It's quite funny actually."

Harry smiled too, "I bet it's not for her," He said.

Draco's smirk disappeared, "No, I suppose not. We get so many patients with it in here, but there's nothing we can do; you try and give them a potion and they just throw up and disappear before your eyes!"

Harry laughed, "Where do they go?"

"To the place they hate most," Draco answered, "So when they recover from the illness, they come back traumatised anyway!" There was a pause that filled the room as Harry considered this. Where would the place he most hated be? The cupboard under the stairs. Or perhaps somewhere from the past nine years of his life that he couldn't remember? He'd have to ask Ron and Hermione about that.

"So," Draco carried on, "The point is, I'll be your Healer until she gets back. If she gets back in one piece, that is…"

Harry's eyes widened, but then narrowed again quickly after – he didn't want to seem eager for this if he was supposed to hate Draco.

"Draco," He started, "You know…"

"Don't call me Draco, please," Draco interrupted quickly. And suddenly his tone was the same as when he spoke to Hermione three days ago. His eyes had gone slightly sharp, his lips almost pursed like Aunt Petunia's when she was angry.

"Why…" Harry asked.

"One: Because I'm your Healer," Draco stated, "Two: Because it's… strange."

"Why is it strange?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco's eyes softened, "No reason… You just, never called me that in Hogwarts. You were Potter, and I was Malfoy. I assume Granger told you all about our 'relationship' – as it were – in Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head, "She didn't seem to want to talk about it…"

Draco looked at him, an expression of consideration on his face. Though exactly what he was considering, Harry had no idea. Then suddenly, Draco put the clipboard back in its holder and sat down in the chair next to Harry's bed.

"We weren't the best of friends, you and I…" He said, "Just because, well, I am a Slytherin through and through, and you're a Gryffindor…" Harry was shocked at the pure loathing in Draco's voice as he said the word 'Gryffindor'. "And I wasn't all that nice to your friends either… But I've changed now, I saw the world at its worst, like you did, and you stopped all of that. I'd like to get to know you, Potter. The past is best left forgotten."

Harry's eyes were wide. He had been right. Draco had looked at him in some meaningful way three days ago when he was walking back to his room with Hermione. Harry just couldn't figure out what their connection was, but he knew now that Draco felt it too. Perhaps this sometimes happened in the wizarding world; when two people have a connection. All Harry knew for certain was that this person sitting beside him was the only person he remembered from his nine years that he had lost. He did not feel comfortable with Ron, Hermione, and especially not Ginny, like he did with Draco. He must have remembered Draco for some reason, and he would find out what it was.

"I'd like to get to know you, too," Harry replied quietly. "If – If I tell you something strange, you won't ignore me, will you?"

He felt quite foolish asking such a strange question, but it had to be asked before he told Draco about his dreams.

"No," Draco answered, "I was done with petty things like ignorance a couple of years ago."

Harry took a deep breath as he nodded.

"Well, I – I think I've been dreaming about you…" He said tentatively.

"Pardon?" Draco said blankly.

"I know it's strange, but when I was unconscious – for the whole time – all I could see was your face. And every time I go to sleep, I can just see you," Harry rushed, "And I know this is even more odd but I feel – closer to you than I do to anyone else, just because I remember you…"

Draco's eyes were narrowed in thought. "Are you sure it's me?" He asked.

"Well, I didn't have a clue who it was until I saw you in the corridor the other day," Harry answered, "That's why I fell over and everything… If it's not you in my dreams, then you must have some sort of double!"

Draco looked away quickly.

Harry badly faked a laugh; "Do you have a twin?"

Draco shook his head, to which Harry relaxed slightly. Now he knew Draco was the person from his sleep, and he didn't have to go looking for him anymore.

"What do you mean when you say you feel closer to me?" Draco asked slowly.

Harry shrugged. "I think it's because I remember you – kind of…" He answered. "I've been thinking about it, and I think that maybe it's a sign. Maybe you're the person who's supposed to bring back my memories. And it was fate that my other Healer got vanishing sickness just after I woke up!" Draco laughed nervously – perhaps Harry was scaring him slightly. "Sorry… I just… I really appreciate Ron and Hermione telling me everything about my life and wizard life and Hogwarts and stuff, but you – sitting here now – I feel more comfortable with you. I feel like I know you…"

Suddenly the door opened and a piece of paper flew in all by itself and landed in Draco's lap. Draco opened it with slightly shaking hands and read it, standing up soon afterwards.

"I've got to go…" He said, his expression quite blank – Harry had no idea what he thought of all he'd just said.

"Oh, right," Harry said.

"I'll be back in to check on you later, or a nurse will come…" Draco said as he walked away.

Harry's pulse quickened. He had scared Draco off. And yet, he said nothing. He felt like if he begged Draco to come back later then there was less chance of it happening.

"I'll see you, Potter," Draco said quickly before leaving the room.

Harry laid back and closed his eyes again. For some reason, he was exhausted. He put it down to emotional energy, a phrase which came from his Uncle Vernon. He had always said that his 'little Duddykins' was so happy that that was the reason he never slept – his emotional energy was still high from the happiness.

And so Harry closed his eyes. As soon as he fell back to sleep, the first thing to enter his mind was (surprisingly) not the same pair of grey eyes as it usually was. This time it was images of someone who had his back to him, obviously throwing up and disappearing straight after. When the person did throw up again and return, however, he saw that it was the grey eyed Draco Malfoy.

Harry sighed angrily later that afternoon. Ginny was sitting on his bed with him, sticking moving photo after moving photo in front of him, trying yet again to make him remember the lost nine years of his life. For the fifth time in less than an hour, she shoved her 'favourite' picture of the both of them under his nose, repeating – also for the fifth time – that it was taken at their engagement party. She stressed the word 'engagement' more than the others.

"Ginny, I can't remember!" Harry repeated for what felt like the millionth time.

Ginny made him jump by almost screaming in frustration.

"Why not?!" She yelled.

"Stop being such a spoilt brat, Ginny!" Ron shouted from the corner of the room where he and Hermione sat also looking at moving images.

Ginny stared at him. Harry looked over and saw that neither of them was actually looking at Ginny. He glanced back at Ginny and was surprised to see that her lips were so tightly together that they were going white.

"Why don't you two get out?" She said stiffly. "Leave Harry and me alone for a moment?"

The two jerked their heads up at exactly the same time.

"Ginny…" Ron started sternly.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Hermione said slowly.

Harry had no idea what either of them was getting at, so he chipped in, "Come on, what's she going to do to me? I'm not a…" He paused as he realised the irony of what he was about to say, "Child…"

"See?" Ginny said matter-of-factly, "He knows how old he is. It's fine."

Ron and Hermione were (extremely slowly) making their way across the room and to the door by now, but Hermione stopped beside Ginny and said quietly, "His mind is only eleven Ginny; be careful…"

Perhaps Hermione had meant to say it so that Harry couldn't hear because she knew how he'd react from past experience. Perhaps it was something else: Harry didn't know why, but he suddenly had a huge wave of anger flow through him as fast as a tornado, and there was nothing he could do to stop it from showing.

"I'm not a baby!" He yelled loudly, making all three others in the room jump out of their skins, "Don't talk about me thinking I can't hear you or won't understand! Because I do! If there's anything you've got to say about my mental state then you can say it to me, not behind my back!"

"Harry, I didn't…" Hermione said quickly, but Harry dismissed her.

"Shut up! Go away…" Harry said, his voice lowering.

"Harry, I…"

But she was stopped again by Ron, "Come on Hermione."

Harry looked intently at his bed sheets as he heard footsteps and the door opening, then closing behind them.

A silence followed in the room, and Harry knew that Ginny was simply waiting until she thought he'd calmed down to show him more photos.

This, however, was not strictly the case. She did stand and wait for a moment, but when she moved, Harry found her suddenly sitting on his bed again.

"I'm sorry about her, Harry," She said quietly, and Harry looked up at her. "She does mean well, she just sometimes doesn't think before she talks."

Harry said nothing and looked away again; thinking that it would technically have been worse if Hermione didn't say what she did and just thought it: then Harry wouldn't know how everyone felt about him, which would surely be a bad thing.

Then, something happened that made Harry's insides jump and then curl up as he realised what it was.

Ginny's hand was on top of his, her thumb moving slowly backwards and forwards on the top of his wrist, rubbing it in what he supposed was supposed to be a soothing manner. Harry, however, thought quite differently. Once he had gotten over the initial shock of a girl that he hardly knew openly touching him, he jerked his hand away quickly and stared at Ginny, wide-eyed. He was sure he saw an angry glint in her eyes that looked back at him.

"Sorry…" They both said together, although what Harry said sorry for, he was not quite sure.

Harry looked away, while Ginny continued, "It's just… Oh, I miss you so much, Harry…" In the short time that she was talking, Ginny seemed to be getting much closer to him, and Harry didn't know whether to be scared or petrified. "I want it to be like it was two and a half months ago…" Harry's eyebrows got closer together in slight confusion. "I want things to be normal again…"

"Normal…" Harry repeated but Ginny would not let him speak.

"I want our relationship to be back to normal," She was getting so close, "I want to touch you…"

Ginny said the last two words extremely slowly, but Harry had no idea what she meant. And then everything happened so quickly that if you blinked you would have missed it.

Harry realised that Ginny's fingers were now wrapped around his, and she suddenly seemed to lunge forwards at him to kiss him. Harry shook as he felt a strange texture tough his lips; his insides squirmed; there was a strange popping noise followed by a small thud and Harry realised that Ginny was no longer on his bed.

"Ouch!" Ginny moaned from the floor.

"What happened?" Harry asked, shivering slightly.

"You hexed me," She answered as she stood up, rubbing her back.

"I – I did what?" Harry asked, his mouth gaping open.

Harry was sure he saw the angry glint in Ginny's eye this time. "You used magic, Harry!" She shouted, and the door opened behind her as Ron and Hermione walked in. "Young wizards do that! Children that can't control their magic!"

"Ginny!" Hermione said sternly.

"He has no idea what he's doing!" Ginny shouted at her suddenly, pointing back at Harry.

"With regards what?" Hermione asked; Harry sensed that something was slightly sarcastic about her question, but he didn't really know what.

Ginny paused and then answered, "Magic, relationships…"

A thick silence floated through the room, and everything quickly made sense in Harry's head. But the part that made him most angry was that it took him so long to understand what had happened.

"Leave me alone," He murmured after a few minutes. No one moved. "Please!" He said loudly, "Just… Leave me alone…"

Another three second pause, and Harry then heard Ron saying angrily, "After you, Ginny! Get out!"

Quickly, all three people had left his room, and he lay alone in his bed. He thought about the fact that he was so angry that neither Ron nor Hermione had stood up for him after what Ginny had said, but then realised that was his own fault for shouting at Hermione and telling him 'he was not a child'. But perhaps he was a child.

Ginny had tried to kiss him then. And all that went around in his mind was that boy and girls do not communicate like that. It was an extremely childish thing to think, why else would he have thought that if he was not a child on the inside? The worst part of all was that he knew they were right, but he couldn't help but be angry at them because they just didn't understand how he was feeling, despite thinking they did.

They did not know that right now, Harry felt like the loneliest person in the world. He felt like no one cared about him, even though it was clear that at least three people did. And worst of all, he felt like the person that shouldn't be his friend at all was the only one he wanted to see.

A/N Hiya, I'm sorry that the end of this chapter isn't very good. Perhaps I shouldn't have written it while I am so tired… I apologise. Hopefully my point got across though. I'm also sorry that this chapter took longer to come up, I've had loads of school work – I'm currently rehearsing a lot for my play in Drama. Its great… Anyway! Thanks for reading, hope it's ok!