-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 ...eventually
-Author Notes: Damn, I just realised I haven't updated for months! I've been getting emails and IMs and comments on my site from people who want me to update... I'm sorry to put you guys through this. I've been super busy with health problems, but I'll try to crank a chapter out for you.
Keep in mind I was angry while writing. I had just found out the girl I was kind of with likes someone else, so... yeah. I think it shows in some parts. Have fun reading, everyone.
"Why, oh why," muttered Pansy Parkinson under her breath.
"I can't believe it either," said Blaise. "Potter ruins everything! He's not even a Slytherin student, for Merlin's sake!"
"And we can never get close enough to hurt him," hissed Pansy. "What can we do? He's starting to keep Draco away from us. Like he's trying to make Draco his friend or something. It's almost sickening..."
She moved closer to Blaise and snuggled up next to him on the couch, pinning him to the armrest. His eyes widened and the two stared at each other. A wry smile played on the corners of Blaise's lips.
"Wh--what is it?" whispered Pansy, looking excited.
"I've got the perfect idea..." Blaise grinned as Pansy leaned in for a kiss.
Meanwhile, Harry sat rocking on his bed in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. He was staring at the piece of paper still clutched in his white-knuckled hand.
This bloke is playing games with me!
He imagined Draco's smirk in his mind. The smirk that would be forever emblazoned there. The smirk which would cost Harry his dignity.
I'm supposed to be the one pulling the strings.
Harry shut his eyes and ripped the note in half. Electricity crackled around him in waves.
"Oh...," Draco moaned.
The girl closed her green eyes and bent her head to his to kiss him harder. "A love like ours could never die...," she whispered into his mouth.
"No," mouthed Draco. He pushed his body into the girl's, and they rocked together in unison. It was sweet for each of them. Too sweet. The girl kissed his neck slowly, and her black hair brushed lightly over his face.
The image started fading out of Draco's mind.
"No... no, don't leave me... I love you," muttered Draco in his sleep. The feather-soft hair was still brushing over his face. It felt like the touch of an angel.
"Oh really?" The shrill voice snapped Draco out of his dream.
"What did you hear?" asked Draco finally.
"Oh... pretty much everything," replied Pansy. She was waving a feather in his face and brushing it against his lips. "I had no idea you felt that way about me, Draco..." She smiled in a coy way and pushed her way up to sit on his hips.
"A little... happy, aren't we?" she whispered into his ear in a flirtatious manner. She rubbed against the crotch of his pants, which had been protruding a little throughout his dream.
"Get the fuck off," Draco growled, and pushed her roughly off of him. She landed with a thunk on the floor. "I hope it was your head that hit the ground," he added for good measure.
She stood up in a huff, her face blushed red. "Well, fine. I thought you'd just want to know that Blaise and I would be happy to, uh... take you back into the group. If you wanted. But if you don't..."
"No, no. I'll come back. You two had better act nicely around me, though. I'm still the prince, you know," Draco replied in a self-righteous manner, trying to force his erection to ebb away.
Pansy brushed herself off. "Fine," she said quickly, looking away. "I'll be with Blaise, then."
She left the dorm, and Draco was once again alone. He laid his head back on his pillow and let out a deep breath. His face flushed at the thought of the girl in his dream. Who was she?
"It's brilliant," said Pansy in Blaise's ear. "It can't go wrong. We just have to manipulate the entire school, that's what."
"Mmm...," Blaise nuzzled his face into her neck. "I'll let you handle that. You manipulate Draco so well..."
Pansy giggled. She said, "Women have things so much easier," and was promptly slapped in the face. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make her skin sting. She murmured something and was then pinned to the couch by Blaise's hard body.
"Unh, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Why should Draco always get you and not me?!" demanded the angry boy. He pressed his mouth over hers in a bruising way and muffled her cries. Her wrists went limp in his hands. She struggled, but got nowhere against Blaise's heavier body, on top of hers.
"Please... help me," she whimpered at Draco, who was leaning against the doorway, watching. His arms were crossed and he had a mean glint in his eyes.
"And... if I don't?" he replied, letting the question hang in the air. He pushed himself off the doorway and strode towards the two. He leaned his face close to Pansy, who was looking at him in a pleading manner.
"This is called revenge. Get used to it," he spat.
Then he left the common room.
A week later, the students of Hogwarts were done voting for the King and Queen titles. Several people had obviously voted for themselves, like Draco had; others hadn't even given the contest any thought, like Harry. And of course there were the couples who voted for each other. Ron and Hermione had voted for each other in the spirit of things, but didn't expect each other to win anything. They were happy just being together.
However, Blaise and Pansy had gotten to the rest of the school. They had at least gotten to all the Slytherins, and even most of the Gryffindors because they had been so mad. Most of the Hufflepuffs decided to be loyal to their own house and vote for fellow Hufflepuffs. Ravenclaws were mysterious with their votes; Pansy had tried to talk to some of them, but hadn't gotten any clear replies.
The students slowly began piling into the Great Hall for the Halloween feast. They were not surprised to find that it had been decked out in the usual orange and black, with floating candles and pumpkins. What they were surprised about, however, was the enormous blank area that had been set up between the teachers' table and the students' tables.
Only the half-bloods and those had been around two years ago knew what this was for.
"Oh... Ron! I think we're going to have another dance!" squealed Hermione, clutching his arm. "How exciting!"
"Yes, how exciting," mumbled Ron, who was looking a bit disturbed. "But I'm not wearing those awful dress robes again."
Hermione squeaked again and pecked him on the cheek.
Harry, who was a couple of feet away, grimaced. Oh, gross. They aren't worthy. He stepped away from them more, and separated himself from the huge group of students. They gladly let him go be alone next to a wall; some openly made faces at him.
Finally, Dumbledore made his way to his podium and a few stray candles flickered on. He cleared his throat and motioned for the students to sit down at their respective tables. They hesitantly sat down, waiting for him to give his holiday speech.
"I'm not going to give a speech this year," he said.
The Great Hall was absolutely quiet. Students shot funny looks at each other, wondering what was going on.
"Instead," Dumbledore went on, "I'll let the House Head of the winners come up here to announce the Hogwarts King and Queen titles. I know that is what you all want to hear," he finished, smiling. "Severus..."
Severus Snape rose to meet Dumbledore's right, and all the Slytherins whooped and cheered. Snape smirked back at them and motioned for them to be settle down. He looked very smug.
"And... Minerva," Dumbledore said. There was an audible sigh from both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. McGonagall rose to meet Dumbledore's left and she fidgeted a little with her hands. The Gryffindors were all quiet. Both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins looked shrewdly pleased with themselves.
Dumbledore handed them each a slip of parchment. Snape opened his first, and gave a cunning smile as he called out, "The King is none other than... Draco Malfoy!"
Draco stood up, feeling rather pleased with himself. While the Slytherins cheered, he strode confidently up to the platform and stood next to his Head of House. He smirked at the audience just as Snape had done.
I knew it, he thought. I had better see some more respect now.
McGonagall opened her crinkled piece of parchment. She read the two words and her hands shook. "Oh!" she let out. She dropped the parchment and turned to Dumbledore. She whispered something in his ear while the students exchanged confused expressions.
"What's going on?" someone asked.
"Why can't they just read it already?" muttered a Ravenclaw.
McGonagall turned away from Dumbledore and faced the students again. She looked highly disturbed.
"I... don't know what happened. Headmaster Dumbledore informs me that this vote was not cheated, and is apparently accurate. I don't know if this is a joke, but it is nevertheless the students' vote. Your Hogwarts Queen is Harry Potter," she announced.
Next, there was a synonymous gasp that echoed around the Great Hall. Several girls stood up in indignation. Students all over the Hall broke out in excited chatter. Most of the Gryffindors and all of the Slytherins were laughing.
McGonagall sat down in her seat and covered her eyes with a shaky hand. Snape smiled a little and took his own seat. Consequently, many of the students stood up to argue quite loudly.
"What's going on?!" one of the girls exclaimed.
"I don't know, but this isn't fair!" replied another angry girl.
"Does this mean Potter is gay?" asked someone.
"What do you mean? Does this mean both of them are gay?!"
"No, is Potter really a girl?!"
Harry shrank back into his seat. He felt his face flush red. He had no idea what was going on, but he had to get out of here. He tried to make his small frame even smaller, to try to squish his way through the crowd and out of the Great Hall.
Meanwhile, Draco was standing in front of the school with a disgusted look on his face. Who the bloody hell did this? Whose sick idea of a joke is this?
Someone grabbed Harry's shoulder.
"Go on, Harry,"said one of his fellow Gryffindors. "Go on, you're the Queen!"
Several more Gryffindors turned to look at him in a deranged rage. They looked as if they absolutely loathed him, like he was a dog that had tracked in something smelly on the carpet and was about to get punished in a very evil way.
"Yeah, go ahead, Harry!"
"Go up there and be with your King!"
"You're always hanging out with those bloody Slytherins anyway!"
Rough hands grasped at Harry everywhere. He had no place to run, and his breath was coming in short gasps.
"No - please - let me go - " he stammered as a flood of students forced him up to the front. He winced as a hand jabbed his middle. Suddenly he was let go.
In front of him stood a very angered-looking Draco Malfoy.
"Did you plan this?" Draco asked viciously.
"Er, no - " replied Harry, fixing his glasses. "I don't know what's going on - "
Draco turned to the audience, most of whom were laughing and jeering at the two boys. He turned back to Harry and stared at him in shock.
Harry felt a bit uncomfortable. He stood in front of Draco, waiting to be socked in the face. He looked at the ground.
"Hey, Harry," said Draco quietly so that no one else could hear.
"Go ahead... hit me - I know you want to - "
"No. That's not what I want," Draco cut him off and moved closer.
Harry looked up nervously. "Then, what is it you want? I just want to leave. I'm not feeling so good - "
"That can wait. Let's get them all back," replied Draco. "I know someone out there did this as a joke."
"But - how? I'm pretty sure we'd get expelled if we tried to bust a cap in their arse - "
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, sorry - Muggle term - "
"If you're not going to do this, then I will."
Harry looked up into Draco's crystalline eyes. Draco was dangerously close.
Just then, a roar erupted through the Great Hall as Draco took Harry's chin and pulled him close for the most direct and unforeseen tongue kiss he had ever had.