A/N: Hi again guys :) So, this isn't as long as I'd like it to be, and it's mostly uninteresting, but it felt weird to keep this little section with the rest of the chapter, so I've broken it into two and written more for the second half. We'll be steaming on full steam ahead from here on out! There actually isn't much more left of the story for me to tell. A few chapters, and that's the end :( But for now, enjoy~ I'll go post the second half of this chapter, aka Chapter Six now.

I'd also like to give a shoutout to FiresBurningTouch, since that was the most recent review that I'd gotten for this story, and the one that finally sparked me to write chapters four, five, and six. So hi, friend :) I'm really glad you like it! Thanks for a really really awesome review that kicked my butt into motion!

.:Chapter Five:.

Potions had been the most stressful class of Draco's entire life. Every time Potter's hand brushed his, he had to bite back the pathetic whimper and the urge to lean into the touch. By the end of class, Draco was so hard that it hurt. And it didn't help that Potter kept looking at him! Every time Draco glanced at the brunette out of the corner of his eye, the boy was staring at him with narrowed eyes. He had panicked at first, jumping to the conclusion that Harry had somehow remembered. But the boy never said anything, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief when Snape announced that class was over. He bottled the potion they had brewed, not nearly up to his usual standard because of his nervous energy, and fled as quickly as he could. Since he didn't have any classes for several hours yet, Draco decided to go for a walk to clear his head.

The weather was amazing, considering that it was the middle of fall. The sun was shining, temperatures had soared up to around eighty instead of their usual fifty degrees of misery. A light breeze blew across the castle grounds, carrying the leaves that had changed colors and fallen around the castle in brilliant flashes of color. Everyone seemed to have found an excuse to be outside, including the teachers. It seemed as though everybody was happy, except for Draco.

The blonde Slytherin sat in a secluded spot near the lake, casting covert hexes at anyone who got too close. He had already been forced to move his brooding elsewhere three times, due to obnoxious couples, adventurous explorers, and annoying first years running around and splashing in the shallows of the lake. He let out a tremendous sigh, staring up at the sky in annoyance. The sun itself seemed to be mocking him with its cheerful sunshine.

He heard a familiar, annoying voice just behind him and closed his eyes, frustrated, shrinking back into the cover of the bushes even further.

"Honestly, you two don't take your studies seriously enough! Why did you even come back if you're just going to fall back into your old habits of procrastination and laziness? And all of these parties you've been going to, it's not right!"

Draco bit his tongue and pinched the bridge of his nose, the beginning of a headache settling behind his eyes. That witch had a way of ruining anyone's mood, bad or good, without even trying. And where she went, surely he would follow…

"And you, why have you been so quiet? I don't think you've said more than two words to either of us all week. What could possibly be wrong on a glorious day like this?"

So many things, Granger. Soooo many things.

Draco chuckled at the frustrated sigh that he heard in response to Hermione's lecture.

"Nothing's wrong, Hermione. For the hundredth time, I just don't feel like talking, okay?" Draco shivered at the sound of the voice that had driven him mad not too long ago.

Has it really only been a few days?

Time had no meaning to Draco anymore. He went through his days like a zombie, only putting out minimal effort to do what needed to be done in class and then immediately going to sleep when he got back to his dorm room. The Slytherins were already planning another party. Everyone had been so pleased with the turnout from the last one, that they decided this time they'd open it up to seventh years as well, and to prevent the huge hangover problem that had happened last time, they were going to be selling small vials of the potion at the door. Some of the girls were even working on a way to secure the vial around your neck so you wouldn't have to worry about losing it in your drunkenness. Draco had to admit, it was a rather ingenious idea. However, he had no plans to go to this party. Nothing could compare to the last one, and he couldn't dare to hope for a repeat performance.

The voices of the Golden Duo Plus One grew quieter as they moved further down the lake, and Draco relaxed the muscles he hadn't realized he had tensed. With gossip about and plans for the party falling from everyone's lips, it was going to be a long few days. He couldn't wait until the end of the school year.

Harry listened to his friends' conversation, only half conscious of what they were actually saying. The three friends were sprawled out beside the lake, relaxing before their next few classes. Harry was lost in his thoughts, conflicted with trying to figure out who he had danced with at the party (and a whole lot more, his mind helpfully supplied), and with figuring out what evil plot Malfoy had brewing now. He decided that he would focus on the former, and closed his eyes.

He emptied his mind, letting all the sounds of the outside world fade away, as he let his magic explore his own mind and core. He could still feel the oddly familiar magic gently forming a block in his memory. He tried to make his own magic prod at the barrier, seeking out any weak spots, but he was unsuccessful.

With a sigh, he turned his focus instead on figuring out what kind of magic it was. He had done a lot of reading after the war, to Ron's horror and Hermoine's delight. He was particularly interested in the theory behind spellwork, and the technical aspects of it. He traced the shape of the magic in his mind with his own, trying to find anything that stood out. He finally recognized that the spell cast on him was a very meticulous Obliviate, and sighed in frustration. His magic could only do so much against a spell like that, so unless he figured something out soon, his memory would remain blocked.

He saw a dark skinned Slytherin walking towards the herbology sheds, and his eyes narrowed as he recognized the very familiar form.

Blaise.

A small smile came to the brunette's lips as he thought of his ex. They had dated secretly for a little more than six months, before breaking it off mutually. They had had a lot of fun together, but they just wanted different things from a relationship, and different people. Harry's mind raced, bringing new thoughts to the forefront of his mind before the previous ones could be finished.

Blaise was at the party; it was in his house for Merlin's sake! He would know what happened!

Harry decided that he would go down to the dungeons, like he had so many times in the past in the last few years when he and Blaise had been dating, to get some answers.

It's time to get some answers…

A/N: Well, hope you liked it :) Again, sorry it's so short! But it really didn't make sense the way it was.

Anywho, on to the next chapter!

Much love,

Arya Rose