-Summary: Harry loses his memory after Sirius' death -
he remembers nothing but his life at Privet Drive and the magic he's learned.
Once he re-meets everyone, his life is turned upside down... Rated R, Boy/Boy
love, Language, etc.
-Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
-Author Notes: Sorry it took so long. Been getting really
sick recently, and whatnot... hope you enjoy it, anyhow. It was really
hard to write, for some reason.
Also, I've switched the theme from Romance to Angst - seeing as how
there isn't much Romance going on yet.
Again, a big thank you to all of you who review each and every time.
You've no idea how happy it makes me to read an inbox full of them. You're
all awesome. 3
***
Draco sat up, his head pounding as though he'd been hit by the
Hogwarts train. He rubbed the side of his head gingerly and squinted through
the sunlight. He wondered what time it was.
Luckily it's Sunday, he thought.
Draco glanced down at the quiet, black-haired boy sleeping next
to him. Draco wouldn't tell anyone else, but he had been awake just about
all night. He had finally fallen to sleep for a couple hours very early
in the morning, but before that he had done nothing.
Except watch Harry sleep.
Draco sighed to himself and flopped back down on his cloak, which
the two had shared all night. I'm glad he was asleep all that time,
because I would have come off as rather creepy, he thought.
He turned to look at the quietly slumbering boy next to him. Dew
had gathered on his glasses and hair during the night. When Draco leaned
slowly closer, it looked as though Harry's jet-black hair was adorned with
dozens of glistening diamonds. He looked like a tranquil king with a crown
of shimmery lights.
Draco reached forward a hand to touch the mesmerizing droplets,
but drew back quickly when he heard a snapping sound behind him. He leapt
to his feet and deftly pulled his cloak off the ground, not disturbing
Harry's sleep. He grimaced as he tossed the dew-dropped cloak into the
lake.
I can always buy a new one.
Draco stole one last glance at Harry before he sprinted away towards
the castle, away from the sound he had heard. He definitely didn't want
anyone catching him out here. It was even worse that he had actually spent
the whole night laying next to that... that Gryffindor.
Would Harry Potter never stop ruining Draco's life?
Draco had to write a letter. That filthy boy-who-lived had to
be finished, once and for all.
***
When Harry woke up, Draco was gone. All traces of him, even his
cloak. He hadn't even bothered to wake Harry up to tell him he was at least
leaving. Harry wiped the morning dew off his glasses.
He felt completely alone.
What would it take to get Draco Malfoy to be his friend?
***
Later that evening, Harry went to his first dinner at the Great
Hall. He sat at the end of the Gryffindor table, near the great wooden
entrance doors. He sat as far from the Slytherins as possible, and made
a point not to glance in Draco's direction. Harry picked thoughtlessly
at a mashed potato, but ate a little bit anyway.
He sat back in his seat, suddenly not very hungry anymore.
Suddenly there was a whooshing noise from overhead, as hundreds
of different colored owls came streaming into the Great Hall. There were
tawnys, black owls, and even tiny ones that flew in circles and squeaked
as they tried to find their owners. The owls seemed to glide effortlessly
through the air, as though following paths of golden sunlight.
Harry turned back to his food and started arranging lamb chops
into a rather evil-looking face that sneered up at him from his plate.
A loud screech filled his ears over the noise of the dinner crowd
and his head snapped up in surprise. A great eagle owl had swiftly soared
towards him and in his efforts to duck, he had managed to get a face full
of potato. When he finally managed to clean off his glasses, he glanced
up to where the eagle owl had flown, and saw a bunch of Slytherins laughing
at him from their table - the owl on Draco's shoulder, eating some of the
lamb chops it had stolen from Harry.
Harry scowled. Across the room, Draco was smiling at him nonchalantly,
almost in an "I know something you don't know" sort of way. Harry's green
eyes blazed as he reached for his wand and aimed at his plate of remaining
chops.
"Spinccio!"
A couple pieces of the meat lifted into the air until they were
level with Harry's livid countenance. His hair rippled in gentle waves
across his eyes as he jerked his wand straight forward. The meat flew in
a straight line across the Great Hall. Harry twisted his wand at sudden
points to keep the food on its path.
SPLAT.
Draco Malfoy's once clear and pristine face was now smattered
with sauce and meat. He had an expression of utter shock painted on his
face. A series of other slaps faintly reached Harry's ears as Draco's face
was bombarded with more food from Harry's plate. Harry laughed out loud.
Draco's eyes angrily flicked upwards and caught Harry's, who was
openly grinning while still sending more food at him. Draco's robes were
dripping with sauce and his hair was flecked with bits of food. He looked
like he had gone through a blender of some sort.
Harry and Draco both stood up.
***
What the bloody hell just happened?!, he'd have liked to
know.
Draco was absolutely covered in food. Or, at least he thought
he was. He really didn't have that much food on him; he was just so clean
all the time, it was completely unheard of for him to know what it was
to be filthy.
He looked up and saw Harry with his wand outstretched, green eyes
glittering mischievously. They both stood suddenly at the same time, Draco
pulling his thin black wand out of his spattered robes. He raised it and
was about to send food flying back to Potter, when he realized he didn't
know what spell was just cast. He stuffed his wand back in his robes and
reached a bare hand down to Goyle's plate.
The next thing Harry knew, he was hit with a large chunk of cherry
pie that was rather like something Dudley would take on. He reached up
and pulled the pie off the side of his head and instantly staggered backwards
when he was hit with another bit of food, this time straight in the face.
He let out an angry growl and reached down to the table, not bothering
to clean off his glasses. His fingers were slippery with cherry juice and
he couldn't exactly see where he was reaching.
"OUCH!"
"Merlin, Potter, what the hell are you doing?!"
"His fingers are burning my face!"
Harry was involuntarily clutching someone's cheek - he pulled
away and reached downwards, his outstretched hand grabbing what felt like
a goblet. He raised it and performed the banishing charm again.
Pumpkin juice zoomed across the room and splashed Draco in the
face. He sputtered, the liquid stinging his eyes and dripping down the
front of his robes.
"I'LL GET YOU, POTTER!" he shouted.
The rest of the Great Hall suddenly seemed to notice what was
going on, and there was a great ruckus of Gryffindors cheering and Slytherins
booing.
"FOOD FIGHT!" someone bellowed gleefully.
All over the hall, people flung fake insults at each other and
the Great Hall got louder by the second. Food flew in all directions as
students stood up
"If only Fred and George were here to see this!" a Gryffindor
girl yowled.
From across the room, Draco threw an apple that hit Harry square
on the temple, and he was knocked out cold.
***
Harry woke up in the infirmary two and a half days later to the
sound of someone's voice.
"Damn you, Potter."
He squinted his eyes open and asked, groggily, "Who is it?"
"Who the hell do you think it is?"
Oh wonderful, Harry thought. Why can't he just make
up his mind on whether he wants to be my friend or not? I know I'm confused
about myself, and I know he's confused, too, but that gives him no reason
to keep switching back and forth like this.
Harry reached out and fumbled for his glasses. His hand grabbed
at empty air as he fell, sideways, off his bed. There was a crash and a
searing pain in his hip as his side hit the floor. A cold chuckle sounded
from a few feet away. Everything was blurry.
Groaning, Harry sat up and felt someone put glasses on his face.
He blinked and the world came back into focus. A thin blonde boy was leering
darkly over him, his pale eyes glinting maliciously in the light.
"Draco? What happened?"
"You tried to attack Hagrid, and he went Full Metal Jacket on
you."
"Did I, now?"
"No, you arse. You tried to cover me with food in front of the
entire school, and I chucked you over the head with an apple."
Harry's face was almost smacked, but he reached up a hand and
deftly caught Malfoy's. Draco looked stunned for a second, and then roughly
pulled away, scowling again.
"Didn't think you'd be back up to your usual speed again so soon,
Potter. That apple to the head knocked you out for almost three days,"
he snarled.
Harry shrugged. "Oh well, it's not like I really missed anything,
Malfoy. I already know these childish spells they're trying to teach us.
Oh yes, I saw how you didn't even remember how to do a banishing charm,"
he added, smirking. "Had to pick up all that dirty food by hand, I saw.
You flung it like a monkey flings poo."
Draco's face contorted in anger. "I will not be spoken to like
that... you... you Gryffindor!"
This time, it was Harry's turn to see red. "I told you not to
call me that!"
Harry quickly got to his feet and swayed a little bit, then he
reached into his cleansed robes to pull out his wand. He whipped it out
and held it in front of Malfoy's face, glaring.
"Call me that one more time, and I swear I won't even try to make
friends with you anymore."
Draco let out a smug laugh. "Ha! That school-wide food fight was
you trying to make friends?! I'd hate to see what you do to your enemies!"
He realized what he'd said and his eyes widened. His voice took on a quiet
tone.
"Do you remember what you did to my father, Potter?" he whispered,
his voice shaking.
Harry furrowed his brow and looked confused. "Er - no - "
Draco cut him off sharply. "Do anything like that again to anyone
in my family and I swear I'll do more than give you a bloody scar on your
forehead."
Harry whipped his head around as the door to the infirmary opened.
Albus Dumbledore strode in, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh no! Albus, I told you those two shouldn't be left alone! How
can he rest, sir, if - "
Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her. "Harry, Draco, Poppy...
calm down." His eyes twinkled and lingered on Harry for a moment. "Please
put down your wand, Harry."
Harry hesitated, then decided he would get nowhere if he argued.
He lowered his wand, eyes still glinting dangerously at Dumbledore.
"I've seen far too many violent conflicts between you and other
people, Harry," continued the headmaster.
Finally, he's shown for what he really is, thought Malfoy.
I've
waited years for this!
" - however, if you keep it up, I will have to take more drastic
measures to ensure our students' safety. That food fight may have seemed
fun at the time, and you were the only one who got injured, but I must
insist that it does not happen again. If I chance upon one more outbreak
of your violent antics, I will have to suspend your wand usage for a while,"
he finished.
Harry's face was hot. He felt rage seeping through his limbs,
he wanted to strike Dumbledore for being so unfair - after all, he hadn't
injured anybody -
"As for you, Mr. Malfoy... I know you were the one who threw the
apple at Harry," Dumbledore had turned to say to Draco, whose eyes suddenly
widened at his words. "And therefore I must insist upon you to stop the
violence as well... or I will have to suspend the use of your left arm."
Dumbledore smiled knowingly, then turned and glided soundlessly
out of the room, Madam Pomfrey tittering at his heels.
Harry turned back to Draco, feeling his body grow cold again.
I
can control my anger, I know I can, he thought. It's all a matter
of locking it up inside.
Draco had gone very pale and his eyes were still wide in shock.
Harry smirked. "Use your left arm much, Draco?"
***
-A/N: Check out a Harry/Draco drawing I did awhile back,
just re-write it in your browser:
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Tell me what you think. :)