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A/N Rejoice computer is fixed! Rejoice I said! hehe. Okay notes on this chapter, I have recently been trying to make my chapters longer so.. hopefully the way I'm going about it isn't ruining the story for anyone. It's not very angsty right now simply because I tell Harry's point a lot here. Kay lovely reviewers, this is for you :P
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Harry was flying high up in the air on his broom during the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, something that would make or break the year for both teams. It had been a week since telling Cho no, a week of dreams that he could barely remember, and a week of uneasiness from the eyes in those dreams.
But none of that was in his mind right now; all that was in it was how to find the snitch before Malfoy. The blond was playing well, almost as well as himself.
Malfoy had a sheer look of determination, and it unhinged Harry when he saw the pure fury in that pointy face of his. But Harry kept riding his broom, and when he saw a bit of gold zip around the far end of the pitch he went the other way to trick Malfoy into going that way, too.
Only Malfoy didn't follow, he stayed right where he was and continued looking even when people from the crowds were screaming 'Follow him!' Harry was puzzled at why it didn't work. Malfoy usually followed him when looking for the snitch, but Harry realized the mistake he'd made all too late.
Malfoy seemed to have actually spotted the snitch for once. Not only that but he was zipping across the field for the damn thing and Harry had to race on his firebolt to catch up with him.
The crowd was faded out of Harry's mind as he concentrated on Malfoy and the snitch; his aim was for the gold ball that Malfoy's pale hand reached out for. In a flash of confusion, a moment of distress, Harry felt a feeling of déjà vu as his hand reached out to grasp the small golden snitch's flapping wings.
But it was gone just as swiftly as it had come because, knocked into reality, Harry soon found Malfoy's hand was around the snitch. Harry, no Gryffindor, had lost to Slytherin. Around the pitch everyone was screaming out calls of anger or joy, less of the joy because it was Malfoy who had caught it. Harry could not even begin to understand how he had lost.
Above all it was Malfoy who looked the most shocked, not pleased, just shocked. As he flew down to the pitch, no one greeted him in open arms; they all just nodded to him as if accepting he had just won them the game, which had been closely tied at 120-270.
Malfoy's catching of the snitch brought them up a hundred and fifty points and ending the game, winning Slytherin the match. Incidentally, this lost the Gryffindors the year, as well Quidditch year, at Hogwarts.
Harry flew down and watched Malfoy basically run from the pitch with a sick feeling in his stomach. Malfoy had won, it wasn't right for Malfoy to win. Something had gone wrong, Malfoy had done something to him in those last few minutes, Harry was sure of it.
Harry dropped down to his team, who all looked horrified at their loss, Ron most of all. Ron looked so outraged that he only looked at Harry flabbergasted, unable to do much with his mouth other then open it up and down like a goldfish.
Ginny eyed Harry with concern, maybe even anger, while the rest of the team questioned him for five minutes on what happened. Harry just stood there saying he didn't know as he held his broom tightly.
Harry knew there had been a moment there where his memory had come back, but what was so significant about Malfoy?
Draco ran away to the locker rooms and dressed as quickly as he could. He wanted to get out of there and to his dorm or somewhere safe. He hadn't expected to win; in fact he'd gotten threats that if he won his life would be over.
No one followed him into the locker room, and Draco slung his broom over his shoulder briskly. In his rush to get out of the room he tripped over a bench and toppled down to the floor.
He got up hastily on his hands and knees, not bothering to check the scrape that was bleeding on his leg from the impact with the bench. He scrambled to get his broom back into his hands, but his hands felt like they were string.
He was about to throw his broom down and leave it there when it finally sunk in. He had won! He'd spent years trying to win against Potter and the one time he had won, all he could think about was how to not make a few vibrant threats from random Gryffindors come true.
Then again it was debatable: was he just trying to get away from a few idiots or was he trying to get away from Potter himself? Just like the rest of the student body, Draco hadn't caught on that Harry and Cho were not even acknowledging each other's presence.
Draco walked over the muddy ground, hearing the slight squish of his shoes as the sunk into the moist ground. He was stepping onto the stone steps of the castles entrance when he heard Potter call after him.
"Malfoy what the hell did you do to me up there!" Harry's slightly winded voice asked as Harry himself ran up to him; his expression had fury written all over it. Harry's footsteps cracked loudly on the stone steps as he caught up to Draco who had been far ahead of him.
Being in such close proximity with Harry was hurting him so much because he saw in big letters written over Harry's forehead 'Cho Chang Has Been Here' regardless of whether it was really there or not.
Draco got defensive, and stood up straight in his normal black school robes. "What do you mean what did I do?" Draco asked harshly while narrowing his eyes, staring at Potter with scrutiny.
Draco tried not to think about how attractive Harry still was, and how they used to practice Quidditch with each other at night. Draco had gotten better because of Harry's teachings, so what was he on about 'what he did to him' only minutes ago?
"Don't give me that crap, Malfoy. Just before you caught the snitch something happened!" Harry glowered at Draco, but Draco's face only revealed how very confused he was because of that statement.
"Pot-head, I don't know what you're on about, but go to the infirmary and get yourself help. You really need it." Draco said with some satisfaction. He'd been waiting forever to barb out how much betrayal he felt because of what Potter had done.
Potter took the challenge of exchanging insults, something they were well accustomed to. Potter looked determined as he made a stance, balling his fingers up in his robes with strength Draco knew he had.
"Shut up, Malfoy, I know you did something. You're the type to cheat just to win!" Harry accused. Draco lost his calm expression when the words hit him hard, his mouth opening up slightly and his eyes tearing up.
His hate for Potter grew in that one moment to a size he never thought it could have been. Harry had known very well Draco wasn't always the best person in a competition but he always tried to win with what he considered his talent.
Draco clenched his fist together and swung it at Potter, who ducked it and threw him to the ground. Draco tried to kick him off, but before he could knee Potter in the stomach, Potter punched him in the chin.
Forget the fact that this had once been a sexual position between the two boys because it was high time Draco rearranged Potter's face for him. Nothing would have caused him more pleasure at that very moment.
Potter groaned and toppled off of him down the stairs into the muddy ground at the bottom. Draco could taste the blood in his mouth and feel the nerves ache from Potter's assault, but he ignored it and threw himself at Potter, hardly caring that he was about to get very dirty.
Pushing Potter's face into the ground was the best thing Draco had done in a long time, Potter was probably getting mud all over his face and in his damned eyes. Draco would have started screaming at Potter, about how he used him and how he hoped he was taken apart limb from limb painfully and cruelly slow.
But Potter threw him off, and Draco landed painfully onto his back. He cried out in pain, gasping as he heard other students come back from the Quidditch field to find the two seekers fighting like this.
Potter's face was covered in mud and the only thing that seemed to have stayed clean was his glasses, which must have been spelled to stay clean and not break throughout the fight.
Potter moved over Draco who was sitting up while wincing, his clothes caked with drying mud. Draco looked up at Potter and glared at him as hard as he could, and Potter reciprocated the deadly stare.
Finally the students of the other houses had approached and Draco knew they were dying to see more of a fight, but it was cut short because of the teachers making their way through the crowd.
Professor McGonagall was the first to make it through the crowd and stop to study the pair. Draco was still on the ground and Potter was still standing, neither moving nor giving their position away.
"Potter, Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?" she asked in her stern manner, and the two boys looked over to her finally, breaking their hard stares of animosity at each other.
"He started it." Draco said first, reaching up for the steps to pull himself up off the ground.
Someone from the crowd, sounding suspiciously like the Weasel, said, "Sure you did, you slimy snake!" McGonagall turned to the students and stared at them in her 'no nonsense' way.
"Everyone go into the castle, there is nothing to see." she said, and the students did as they were told. Draco heard a few comments about how she was an old goat, and how they would have loved to see him get his arse kicked by Potter.
Once the steps were cleared, except for McGonagall, Snape, Harry, and Draco, McGonagall spoke again. "I was really hoping that you two would have stopped this fighting since the last fight and series of detentions, but as it is, you seem to need a few more nights in detention to get the point…" she said to them.
Snape finished off for her, probably gleeful at being able to give Potter more detentions. "You'll both be serving detention for two nights starting tonight."
Harry didn't protest but Draco knew the idiot hated this about as much as Draco did. As long as he didn't serve his detention with Potter, he would live. He couldn't even look Potter in the face right now.
"Now get back into the castle." McGonagall said, turning back to Snape to say something to him. Draco didn't stick around to hear what it was; he was off like a light into the castle and down the damp corridors towards the Slytherin common room. Draco would do anything to prolong his next meeting with Potter.
"Goddamn Malfoy." Harry swore as he entered the common room in a frenzied state. He'd just gotten detention because of the bastard and he could barely contain how angry he was.
The Gryffindors were subdued in the common room, hardly anyone spoke and it was probably due to Harry's loss an hour ago. Hermione and Ron were sitting down in one of the chairs far off in the corner, and Harry joined them there with a scowl on his face.
When Harry sat down next to them, Ron asked him right away what had happened out on the pitch. "Harry, what did Malfoy do? Hermione grabbed me to stop me from helping you there, I'm sorry about that!" Ron asked right away.
Hermione glared at Ron, looking condescending but Ron was ignoring her. Harry was ignoring her, too, because he was all for blaming Malfoy on the strange thing that had happened on the pitch.
"Just before he caught the snitch, something weird happened. I can't explain it but it distracted it, and Malfoy had something to do with it." Harry said to both of Ron and Hermione's confused faces.
"Is that all that happened, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah." Harry said, uncertain why they weren't clueing in on what this meant.
"Er, Harry, sometimes we get distracted. You know, it happens." Ron said as if to console Harry, and he felt like he was the only one who was making a connection between his memory loss and Malfoy.
But their blank faces told him more then enough. Harry stood up, looking from the common room door to the watch on his wrist. He deciphered that there would be enough time to look for Malfoy and get some answers from the boy.
Nothing had jostled his memory like it had today, and Harry could connect two and two. It had something to do with Malfoy.
"Harry, where are you going? Please don't tell me you're going to pick another fight with Malfoy." Hermione asked him, looking at him with a stern look. Harry got the impression she might one day be the next McGonagall.
"I'm just going to the library for something." Harry said, not paying attention to her as he walked away to the door, leaving Hermione and Ron alone in the corner.
"He's going to look for Malfoy, isn't he." Hermione stated, not really asking Ron.
"I hope the git gets what he deserves." Ron said, not moving and inch because Hermione's hand had been on his wrist, closing painfully around it the whole time Harry had been with them, though Harry had not noticed it.
Harry headed to library first; he'd heard from many that it was the one place Draco spent most of his time, but it was barren except for a few students scattered around the bookcases and tables.
He then checked the Room of Requirement, but no one had required it for now. A few choice glances in bathrooms held nothing of his search, either. He knew Malfoy wasn't in the Slytherin common room; having heard some Slytherins say they hadn't seen the bastard at the party Slytherin was hosting having won the cup.
Malfoy had to be somewhere gloating over his win, but wherever Harry looked, Malfoy was nowhere to be found. It hadn't occurred to Harry to go back to his dormitory to get the Marauders Map, seeing as curfew was in ten minutes.
So Harry, in a bit of a rush, ran up the many stairs to the Southern Tower where you could get access to a roof like balcony. And it was here where he found Malfoy, sitting down and staring at the warm cloudy night sky.
Clouds moved over the crescent moon eerily fast, and a slight breeze fluttered around the other boy, playing with his hair as the moving air so wished to do. His black school robes he'd been wearing were lying down beside Malfoy, untouched.
Malfoy was cradling his arm, which looked so red and distorted it almost made Harry want to back off before Malfoy noticed him. Harry was unable to move any closer because if he did Malfoy was sure to notice him.
Harry did the best he could to squint through his glasses at Malfoy's arm, and shocked could not explain what he felt when he saw a long scar running down from his wrist to his elbow among new, red, and bleeding cuts.
Harry did not see a weapon around Malfoy's profile, only the moon's soft light playing around in shadows on the balcony. Harry had not been to this place many times; in fact he didn't know why he had thought to look here.
Malfoy's arm moved a bit, and Harry saw something even more disturbing, because there, in scarred skin, were the initials HP. And then it hit Harry again, the same déjà vu he'd experienced earlier.
He knew in an instant that he'd been there with Malfoy before. Harry walked closer to the boy, who suddenly stiffened and turned his head to look at who'd broken his solitude.
Harry watched sad grey eyes stare him down, horror filling into the other youth's face, wiping away all the sorrow that had been there. It was interesting how someone could look so angry and hostile with teardrops falling down his cheeks.
He now knew the person who owned the eyes of his dreams. With just a glimpse of Malfoy's say anguished grey eyes, he knew exactly who it was. It was Malfoy.
A slightly cracked voice asked him, the effects of crying taking a toll on the tone, "What the hell are you doing here, Potter?"
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