-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: ...Wow, sorry this one took so long. I've
been out of town for a bit, and was going through a bad case of writer's
block. I've also been rushed to the doctor to get needles stuck in me on
account of a health problem. Sorry again! I hope this chapter can make
up for my absence, even though there's no slash yet... I'm trying my best
to make this very agonizing for Harry and Draco.
Good news: SPRING BREAK IS HERE! My birthday is the 23rd of March!
Wish me happy birthday you guys! :)
***
He might be cute...
Maybe.
If he weren't suddenly my enemy.
***
Draco sighed and stopped ogling his journal. He'd been staring
at it for long periods of time each night, though he hadn't written anything
in it since the day he'd received it from his mother. Sure, he'd felt the
compelling urge to write a couple of times a day, but he wasn't entirely
sure he could trust the sleek book. A familiar wizarding saying popped
into his head.
Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't
see where it keeps its brain.
Though why that would apply to Draco, he had no idea. Dark wizards
like himself weren't accustomed to worrying about whether their minds would
be harmed, as long as they reaped the profit. Many a Dark wizard
had lost their sanity or, more often, their bodies and parts, due to a
fail to control a magical object.
Lord Voldemort was just one example of this unfortunate situation,
though the rest of the wizarding word didn't know it.
Draco's feelings were that he was almost hypnotized by the journal;
the fact was, his feelings were much closer to the truth than he could
know. He traced a long, thin finger down the spine of the book and shivered
unpleasantly. A fluttering started in his chest.
There was a muted clap of thunder and a dull, almost ethereal
flash of lightning that was illuminated, bottle-green, through the water
that surrounded the Slytherin dormitories. The windowpanes rattled violently
as the water surged with the after-effects of the lightning. Draco's hackles
rose as he heard a scuttling noise in the dark fireplace.
A great eagle owl soared out of the dusty stone fireplace. Where
it should have been flecked by ash, it shone almost pristinely, its feathers
completely unruffled. After all, the Malfoys always did have a knack for
being clean...
Draco held his white hand out to the bird, letting it nip his
finger in what it obviously thought was an affectionate way. Draco drew
his arm back, closing his lips around the nip-mark, which had cut loose
a few drops of blood. He held out his other hand and took the letter from
the owl's beak, and opened it. The owl hooted harshly and flew back through
the fireplace in an annoyed manner.
Dearest Draco,
How are you liking the journal? You don't like it very much,
do you? Of course, I'm just judging by the fact that you're not writing
in it at all.
I'd feel offended if you weren't my son. It's from my side of
the family, a gift that has been passed to... well, certain "privileged"
offspring.
I do hope you're not getting soft on me.
Narcissa
Draco looked at the black journal with teeming disgust. So his
mother had been spying on him? How, he had no idea.
The Blacks have always been the crafty ones, he thought,
instantly remembering Sirius' escape from Azkaban. Where is he
now? No matter. The Malfoys have always been cold, even to their loved
ones. I can certainly carry on the tradition.
He flipped open the journal to the second page, dipped a quill
in a spare inkwell, and wrote to whoever was spying on him this time.
Nice try, Mother.
He closed the book and tucked it away under his mattress.
***
Harry Potter was late to his next Potions class. He had been thinking,
in the Common Room, about how he'd like to be on the blond Slytherin's
side... or at least, appear to be. The look on that prince's face would
only make his plan sweeter.
But first, he thought and smiled. I need to get
some revenge.
Harry strolled in about 10 minutes after he was supposed to, much
to the dismay of the rest of the Gryffindors.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, thanks to you, Potter," Severus Snape
drawled. "One point for each minute you were absent."
"No problem, Professor. Glad to help," Harry replied. Snape almost
smiled.
Harry took his seat and was instantly chided by Hermione. "I can't
believe you, Harry! We finally won a Quidditch match without you and you
take away some of our hard-earned points! You should be asham - "
"Shut it, Granger," Harry said loudly, cutting her off. "I'm sure
you don't want me to cost you any more, am I right? Of course, I could
earn them all back in an instant; but that's only if I wanted to in the
first place..."
She turned an indignant red and sputtered, "I'll never understand
your - "
"Five more points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger."
"But, Professor - Harry was - "
"I am quite sure it was your shrill voice I heard, and not Potter's.
After all, it was your lips that were moving. Am I expected to believe
that Potter is such a good ventriloquist that he can take control of your
body? Hmm? Do not talk back to me, Granger. Three more points from Gryffindor
for your insolence."
The Gryffindors would have roared in frustration had it been
any other teacher than Snape. Instead, they shot menacingly ugly looks
towards the back of the classroom where Harry sat. Hermione, next to him,
had sputtered herself into angry tears.
"If you can't be quiet during the lesson, Miss Granger, please
leave! Do not disrupt my lesson any further!" Snape shot at her.
She hastily gathered her things in the silence of the classroom
and stormed out in a rage, her ears pink. The only noise was the clacking
sound of her shoes on the stone floor.
The Gryffindors looked murderous, especially Ron, who had a look
of utter contempt plastered on his freckly face. They all shot dagger-tipped
stares towards Harry, who sat in calm, smugly returning them with a complacent
and almost contented visage. The Slytherins were almost looking on him
with adoration.
At last, they had all turned around but Draco, who had his eyes
narrowed at Harry, his lip curling.
You're so easy to predict, Prince, Harry thought, arching
his eyebrows, never dropping the first eye contact the two had had in weeks.
Argh, Potter, pick a personality and stick with it already,
thought Draco with contempt. To be honest, he was a little amused. Unfortunately
he accidently let it show by smiling a little. He knew he'd screwed up
when he saw Harry's eyes light up bright green.
Harry knew he'd won.
How am I supposed to kill you when you look so... alive?,
thought Draco. He turned away silently.
Harry saw it for only a small instant, the look of quiet sadness
on Draco's face as he turned away from him. Harry was suddenly a very confused
Boy Who Lived.
***
"I can't believe him! Damn it - his nerve!" Hermione spat.
"Chill, 'Mione. Don't let him get to you... He's just being a
bastard 'cause he got kicked off Quidditch, is all," Ron consoled.
She blinked away the furious tears that had threatened to start
up again. Strong arms wrapped around her and she lowered her head to Ron's
shoulder. Her arms snaked up around his back and they held each other tightly,
Hermione shaking in vexation. She closed her eyes tightly and a glistening
tear squeezed out of her lids and slid down her cheek.
"I don't think... I don't think Harry is in his right mind, Ron..."
Ron kissed her lightly on the top of the head. "I don't know what
he's playing at, I really don't."
Hermione pulled away and wiped her eye before Ron could see it.
"Come on, let's go to dinner."
***
"Attention, please. May I have everyone's attention?"
The Great Hall's gab of noise slowly ebbed to a halt, and people
turned to look at their headmaster.
"Thank you. I have an important announcement to make. The Halloween
feast is a mere week away, and I have decided to introduce something new
this year. Several students have expressed an interest in the 'hip' American
wizarding schools - "
Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, and several other
girls in the Hall giggled audibly.
"This year, we will introduce a new tradition of Hogwarts King
and Queen. There will be one King and one Queen, and students will vote
by dropping a slip of paper into a box that is being set up in each Common
Room, as I speak. You may vote for anyone you like - however, there is
only one requirement - in order to win, you must be a fifth, sixth, or
seventh year student."
There was suddenly an outburst of both amused and angry noises
in the Great Hall at the same time.
"Oh, yes, one more thing - you may only vote once. Enjoy dinner!"
Dumbledore finished.
There was a little scattered applause coming from the giggling
girls and the noise returned to the Great Hall. Just then, Harry walked
in, and, hearing the light applause, wondered what he had missed. He took
a seat close to the door and the few Gryffindors around him scowled and
scooted away. They didn't bother being discreet.
Harry shrugged indifferently. It's probably nothing I'd
care about, anyway. He picked up his fork and speared a sausage on
the end of it. He pulled a wizard firecracker out of his pocket and stuck
it in the bottom end of the meat when no one was looking. He tapped his
wand on the firecracker and the sausage flew into the air.
BOOM.
There was a shower of green and silver sparks in the open cavity
of the Great Hall. The Slytherins cheered and the Gryffindors booed. Harry
shrank back into his warm dinner, laughing quietly to himself in the midst
of chaos.
Severus Snape, who had listened to Dumbledore's speech earlier
(and found it rather repulsive) found himself chuckling inwardly at this
new amusement in the Great Hall. He knew exactly who had been setting off
the antics in the Hall this year, but he didn't want to spoil the fun.
No, no, he preferred to stay neutral.
"Observe," announced Draco Malfoy with a demonstrative flick of
his hand towards the head table. "Albus Dumbledore is in his usual position
when there is utter chaos at Hogwarts and the students need him - sitting
on his arse."
The Slytherin table erupted into laughter and Draco took a smooth
bow.
"So, which one of you wankers set that thing off?" he asked the
table with an arch of his brow.
"I - er, we assumed you did it, Draco," said Pansy
sweetly, batting her lashes.
Draco glanced around the Great Hall and caught a pair of bright
green eyes grinning at him from the Gryffindor table. He swallowed and
turned back to Pansy.
"No, it wasn't me. And fine, you guys don't have to tell me who
it was. I have an idea of who, anyway. What I do want to know is what the
hell Dumbledore thinks he's playing at, making games of royalty." Everyone
knew the Malfoys considered themselves highest class.
Pansy spoke up again and explained that it was her, along with
a few other girls, who suggested the idea. "I don't think it's such a bad
idea," she scoffed.
"Pfft, it figures it was you, Pansy. Sounds like a
fluffy girl thing. I reckon I'll run for king, anyhow. Everyone knows I'm
the sexiest boy in this castle," Draco retorted slyly.
Pansy blushed. Blaise narrowed his eyes dangerously at Draco and
said, "Fine, I'll run too."
"You'll never beat this," Draco smirked.
He touched Pansy's face softly and then got up from
the table, heading for the door. On his way out, he grabbed a piece of
spare parchment that was lying on a nearby table, and then headed for the
Gryffindors. He kneeled behind Harry and spread the parchment across the
black-haired boy's back. Harry spun partway around and saw Draco, who grinned
up at him. Draco took a quill out of his robes and sucked on the tip a
little, letting his tongue linger after his mouth was gone. The two boys
were so close Draco could tell how much Harry's heart rate sped up at that
moment. Draco took his time in scrawling letters on the parchment. Harry's
spine tingled as he felt the tip of the quill through the paper and his
robes, as he felt the soft motions of the writing on his back. The feeling
was so light it was almost unbearable, and as Harry closed his eyes, he
felt the paper leave his body. He heard it being folded up and dropped
into his lap from behind.
Harry opened his eyes and unfolded the note. A single word was
scratched on it in emerald Slytherin ink.
Nice.
Harry looked up and blinked through the showers of green sparks
that were still being emitted from the firework.
Draco smirked and was gone.