Disclaimer: I own none of the lyrics in this chapter; they all belong to the band and songwriters from The Fray. (awesome band, by the way, I recommend them!)
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Fall Away
Harry's eyelids fluttered open, but then closed again instantly. The light was far too bright for his eyes that had been closed for – he didn't know how long. Suddenly, a shooting pain ran through his head but then subsided a little. Harry put his hand to where the pain was and moaned to the empty room. Or at least, he thought he was in a room.
Two moments later he saw that he was right as he opened his eyes slightly to look around. There was no mistaking that he was at St Mungo's, evidently having had an accident. His head throbbed as he tried to remember while looking out of the window, and then he started to see something in the back of his mind…
You swear you recall nothing at all
That could make you come back down.
You made up your mind to leave it all behind
Now you're forced to fight it out…
He remembered falling down the stairs, feeling as if every bone in his body was breaking; he remembered Ginny pushing him. That was when he stopped to think for a moment, why had Ginny pushed him down the stairs? And the more he thought about the stairs, the more he realised that he didn't recognise the stairs he was seeing – that meaning they weren't the stairs at his house. The house he saw them in was as different to his as it could possibly be. He saw dark walls, wooden flooring and the staircase was wide, wide enough for at least four people to stand side by side…
Harry went back to thinking about why Ginny had pushed him down the stairs. He remembered arguing, and Ginny telling him he wasn't welcome back at his own house… And then he saw him. Draco Malfoy, pulling on a jumper, just before Ginny hit him around the head to make him fall.
Harry went rigid in his bed. Images suddenly flooded into his mind of Draco naked, hot, his hands pulling on Harry's back and hair as Harry, too, was wearing nothing, laying or standing over Draco… Draco? Why had he thought that? It was not Draco. It was Malfoy.
Harry shook his head. It couldn't be. He must have dreamt something terrible in the night. Perhaps he was still dreaming now; having a nightmare.
But then he remembered something else. It was hazy and vague, but he saw faintly an image of a scarred Dark Mark pressed into a pale skin…
Harry gulped and started to breathe quickly… He felt sick… He knew none of these images were imaginary, but memories…
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
"Remembered, have you?"
Harry jumped almost out of the bed when a small, but angry voice spoke from the direction of the door. He turned quickly and saw Ginny standing, watching him. She must have been there since before he woke up, since he hadn't heard the door open or close. Harry didn't know what to make of her. Her face was evidently pale, but also reddened from tears; she looked as though she had not slept in days, and her voice sounded hoarse as though she had been shouting a lot.
For some reason, Harry couldn't stop himself from breathing heavily, as though he was nervous.
"What…" He started, but was cut off by Ginny suddenly shouting loudly.
"Don't ask me what I'm talking about! You know, I know you do! You may have been in a coma for three days because of me, Harry, but now that you've woken up I'm not going to leave here until I hear some answers! Why, Harry?"
A tear fell down Harry's face with him barely noticing it. His eyes were wide at Ginny's anger, and he was confused… He realised something must have happened between himself and Draco Malfoy, and the more he thought about it, the more he remembered.
"Gin…" He whispered.
"Don't call me that!" Ginny yelled quickly. "You don't love me enough to call me that anymore!"
"What are you talking about? I've always loved you…" But then, with a blinding flash in his brain, everything fell in on him. He saw an image that he knew clearly by now, the image of Draco that Harry saw in his sleep so often, and the first time he saw it – in another coma that he was in after falling from a broom. And when he had woken up from that, he couldn't remember anything. Not being a wizard, not being engaged to Ginny, not loving her with all of his heart…
He remembered Ginny, Ron and Hermione slowly losing hope that he would ever 'grow up' from his eleven year old mind that he had gone back to; he remembered Draco being the only person that believed in him… his only friend… And then…
Harry felt the colour drain from his face again, and he felt literally weak at the knees and about to throw up as he remembered what happened when he and Draco became more than friends…
Slowly, Harry looked up at Ginny, who was crying silently.
"Ginny…" He whispered, but then the door behind her opened, and Harry was almost repulsed as he saw Draco – Malfoy – walking in silently. Silently, that was, until he saw Harry awake.
"Harry!" He called. As he ran over to his bedside, Harry found it odd that he didn't shudder at Malfoy using his first name.
Malfoy smiled and took Harry's hand, but Harry took a sharp breath and pulled it away, staring at his foe disgustedly.
"Harry…" Draco said again, this time worriedly.
Harry shook his head slowly, swallowed and said, "Get out."
Draco moved back extremely slowly and turned to look at Ginny, then back at Harry.
"Harry, don't…" He whispered.
"Don't call me that," Harry said, shaking his head.
"No, Harry, don't be stupid! Don't do this!" Draco begged, as suddenly Ron appeared and took his arm to pull him away. "Get off!" He shouted at Ron. "Harry, don't!"
"Get out, Malfoy!" Harry shouted, surprised to hear that the word 'Malfoy' felt strange on his tongue.
"No!" Malfoy shouted as Ron pushed him out of the room. Harry was taken aback to see that he had begun to cry. "No, Harry! Just let me talk to you! I'll explain everything! Harry!"
The door was slammed in his face. He banged on it a few times, calling his name; "Harry! Let me in!" but to no avail. Soon enough, he decided to leave it, but persisted that he'd return to try again later.
The past three days had been hellish for Draco. One moment, he thought Harry was going to die, therefore there was no point in him living; next, he got told Harry was getting stronger, and so Draco, too, got stronger, and fought back at the Weasel's and Granger whenever they shouted at him. At times, however, Draco felt rather uneasy as people all over stared at him as if he was some foreign appliance that they had never seen before. As if they had never heard of a gay…
Gay? He supposed so.
But was Harry still gay? There was no way he could ever deny that he had wanted Draco before his memory had come back. Well, Draco guessed it had come back at any rate, otherwise why would Harry have made him leave?
Draco growled at himself furiously as he sat down in an empty waiting room down the corridor. If only he had told Harry everything just minutes before that pathetic Weasel and Parkinson had arrived. Everything would have been different right now. Harry might even have forgiven him their past fights, and even the fact that Draco was a… Well, was forced to be one. But now, Harry would be completely unforgiving; back to his old ways, his old mind… Draco couldn't teach him things that were true, but slightly bending the truth anymore: Harry knew it all. He didn't need to be told.
You left something undone, it's now your rerun
It's the one you can't erase.
You should have made it right, so you wouldn't have to fight
To put a smile back on your face…
Draco closed his eyes for a moment to try and calm down, but he just couldn't. He knew that even though Harry had been quite horrible to them in the past two months, the Weasley's and Granger would forgive him if he 'saw sense' as they would see it. Saw sense, that was, to never speak to Draco again.
Again, he sighed loudly to himself in the lonely room that he waited in. He couldn't have been more stupid if he'd tried. First of all, to join in with his father's insane little plan, then to actually realise he liked Harry, and then to realise he…
No. He didn't.
But if he didn't, why was he so terrified of losing Harry? If Harry was merely just a friend, then why would Draco be really bothered about him turning against him?
Was Hogwarts long enough ago that Harry could forgive and forget? Or would his newly found memories make him treat Draco the way he always had done? Like nothing.
You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You fall away…
Harry tried to sleep, but nothing was happening. The silence and complete darkness that drenched his room were too much to take, and they were weighing on him so much that he could not sleep.
He opened his eyes and rolled over. Was it really the silence and darkness that was keeping him wide awake? He thought not.
Two hours ago, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had left, and Harry couldn't really remember a word that had been said. He knew there had been shouting, crying and arguing going on, but Harry had drifted away into his own thoughts after a mere two hours of trying to apologise.
And there he went again; stopping himself from sleeping. But he couldn't help it. Every time he thought he had stopped thinking about it, his thoughts turned directly back to Draco. Malfoy.
He didn't understand any of what was spinning around his head. First, he realised that his hand had gotten a funny feeling in it since Draco hand tried to hold it this morning. Next, he realised he loathed Draco with a passion for doing what he did; taking advantage of Harry's memory loss and turning him…
Harry jumped. There was a sudden beam of light entering the dark room from the doorway. It grew larger and then suddenly it was gone again as the door closed.
"Hello?" Harry whispered.
There was a long silence. Perhaps a Healer had just opened the door to check on him and then left again. Slowly, Harry put his head back onto his pillow and closed his eyes, but then he heard a voice that shocked him beyond belief.
"Harry…" Draco whispered back.
Harry sat up quickly, making himself dizzy and said, "You. Get out. Now!"
"Please, Harry," Draco said, "I need to talk to you. If you'd just listen then maybe you'll understand!"
Harry was surprised to hear tears in Draco's voice.
"You missed your chance, Malfoy; get out or I'll call someone!" Harry said stonily.
"Harry, I'm on the other side of the room, I won't come any closer, you don't have to move, all I ask is that you let me stay…"
"Stay," Harry said, "But that doesn't mean I'll listen."
He heard a small exhaling of breath from the corner of the room, the corner furthest away from the door and Harry's bed.
"Ok…" Draco said breathily, but then he said nothing else.
"Well get on with it!" Harry said tetchily.
"Right… I just… I'm sorry…" Draco stammered out.
"Sorry?" Harry repeated incredulously, "Sorry doesn't even begin to describe how you should feel!"
"I know, Harry, I know!" Draco said hastily. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my past when you couldn't remember it… And I'm…"
"Sorry you didn't tell me that you basically killed Albus Dumbledore, you mean?" Harry interrupted sarcastically.
"Y-yes…" Draco replied, "But, Harry, I told you everything else!"
"You just happened to forget the fact that you were a death eater, as well!" Harry shouted.
"I… I try to… I don't tell anyone that!" Draco said uneasily.
"Hardly surprising!" Harry shouted again. "I mean, why would anyone tell someone that they want for sex that they were a slave of Voldemort!"
"Harry," Draco said, suddenly hard and steady, "That's not what I was friends with you for."
"Funny, because that's how it seems to me!"
"Well you've got it wrong!" Draco yelled for the first time. "I never set out for that to happen!"
"Then how did it happen? Did you fall for me, Draco, did you love me?" Harry shouted in a mocking sarcastic voice.
But then, Draco did not answer straight away. The breath seemed to catch in Harry's throat and he almost choked for the three seconds of silence until Draco shouted back, "Did you love me?"
Harry's jaw dropped as he couldn't believe what had just heard. Harry, love Draco Malfoy? No…
Something I've done that I can't outrun.
Maybe you should wait, maybe you should run.
But there's something you've said that can't be undone…
"Get out, Malfoy," Harry said quietly.
"You don't want to own up to it, do you?" Draco said, "I've told you I'm sorry. And just to let you know, the reason I didn't tell you was because…"
"Get out!" Harry shouted suddenly. "Whatever it all was, it's in the past now, and I don't want to remember it any longer than I have to. Just get out, Draco; I don't want to see you again."
Slowly, Harry heard footsteps across the room, and a sniff that told him Draco was crying again. As the door opened, it let in another crack of light that shone onto Draco's face. Harry saw that his hair looked almost matted, as if Draco had been pulling it around with his fingers, and his face was blotchy and red; it was evident that more tears that just tonight had fallen down his cheeks.
Draco sniffed again and looked over to Harry to say just before he exited the room, "You may not like it, Harry, but the past will keep coming back; you can't run away from it."
And you fall away from your past
But It's following you
You fall away
It's following you...
A/N Hiya!! I hope this chapter was worth the wait! I just wanted to make sure it was ok because I'm not very good at songfics/chapters. So I hope you liked it!