A/N: Okay, PLEASE READ, THIS NOTE IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT!
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I don't know how it happened, but somehow two separate versions of this story are floating around on my computer - two VERY different versions. I've managed to combine the two in such a way that I don't have to change anything I've posted prior to this chapter, but this entire chapter had to be deleted and reposted - believe me, it was unavoidable. Honestly, the shitty excuse for a chapter that I posted before didn't allow me to post the next few chapters that wrap up the story - I would have had to rewrite the entire ! THIS IS ALL NEW CONTENT. If you've already read this chapter, read it again - legitimately, it's not just a few edits here and there, it's entirely different. The only similarity is the fact that the plot is the same.
I apologize for the inconvenience, but my guess is that you'll like this chapter much better anyway ;) Harry may or may not have had an epic realization. Mwahahahaha!
As usual, please review. The reason you're getting this chapter, the next, and quite possibly the final chapter of the story today (if I don't run out of time before I go ice skating with my friends) is because of the huge number of favorites and alerts I've gotten recently :) So when I say that reviews and alerts motivate me, they really do! Even if you're just going to complain that I switched out this chapter, I'd appreciate the fact that you reviewed at all!
Whew! I've done far too much talking in this author's note. So without further ado, enjoy the new and improved chapter six, and the soon-to-be-posted chapter seven (as soon as I write the second half of it). Only a few more chapters to go, guys!
.:Chapter Six:.
Draco stared at a tiny dark smudge on the wall across from him. His right eye twitched slightly as the annoying buzzing in his ears got louder, and a heavy weight pressed itself more insistently against his side. When finally the sensation of obnoxiously large breasts rubbing against his arm became overwhelmingly annoying, Draco stood up and glared at Pansy, who was throwing herself at him per her usual. She pouted a bit, but simply stood up too, taking his hand.
"Where are we going, Drakie-poo? Somewhere more private?" She tried to draw out the syllables of the last two words in a way that she must have assumed was sexy, but that made Draco want to vomit. No matter how many times he rejected this pest, she seemed oblivious to the fact that Draco didn't want her, or any woman for that matter.
"No, Pansy. We are not going anywhere. You are going to go away and leave me alone. Now." He sat down on the sofa again, relaxing and staring inquisitively at the smudge once more. He couldn't figure out what it was, and why it was marring Slytherin's noble walls. To his annoyance, Pansy flopped down beside him again, this time whining.
And I thought she couldn't possibly get any more annoying… He went back to ignoring her, or trying to at least. But when she crawled into his lap and started kissing along his jar, working her way to the sensitive spot just below his ear, he decided that enough was fucking enough. He pushed, hard, and she went sprawling on the floor. Tears sprang to her eyes as her ass hit the ground, but before she could start whining again – or Merlin forbid, wailing – Draco spoke.
"For the final time, you ignorant twat… I don't want your filthy whore mouth anywhere near me. I will never want to be with you." His quiet, angry voice was scaring her more than if he had screamed in her face. "And do you know why, Pansy?" She shook her head slightly, eyes wide. "Because I love cock, and thankfully you don't have one. So kindly piss off and leave me the fuck alone!"
Pansy scrambled to her knees and grabbed a handful of his expensive pants – wrinkling them in the process, as Draco's inner OCD pointed out – and started incoherently babbling. Unable to handle her any longer, he pulled out his wand and cast a series of rapid fire spells that silenced the girl, and forcefully dragged her away from him and his poor pants, which would probably need to be steam cleaned now. Her eyes widened as she realized that not only could she no longer speak, but she couldn't move either. Draco levitated her all of the way up the stairs and into her room. He not-so-gently sat her down on her bed, still paralyzed, and shut and locked the door. He smirked to himself as he went back downstairs, pleased that he would have a few hours of time to himself to relax in his own common room. He passed by Blaise's door without a thought and went down the stairs, unaware that Harry Potter was only a few feet away from him behind the heavy oak door.
He looked around at the deserted common room, smiling blissfully at the silence that had settled around him now that Pansy was gone. He sank into the couch with a pleased sigh, eyes closing as he enjoyed the moment. When he opened them again, the instantly focused on that blasted spot. He narrowed his eyes at the imperfection, and flicked his wand quickly. The spot vanished, and Draco smiled triumphantly. He reclined once more, arms folded behind his head, as he allowed his eyes to close.
"Harry, have you considered that there isn't some foul magic at play here? You seemed pretty drunk at the party… Maybe you legitimately were just too wasted to remember anything."
"No, trust me. Even if I couldn't feel the unfamiliar magic in my head, I know that I went to the party and planned on staying relatively sober. I remember meeting someone and pretending to be a lot drunker than I actually was so that I would have an excuse to sleep with them, since they were completely wasted and very willing."
Blaise raised a single eyebrow at his ex.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. I don't remember why I decided that it was a good idea, but I obviously must have had a reason. Besides, I'm half Slytherin, remember?" Harry smirked.
"Yes, I do vaguely recall something about you being a complete idiot and rejecting admission into the best house at Hogwarts now that you mention it."
"Shut it you. I didn't come here to be insulted."
"It should be expected by now."
"Git." Harry sighed as he finally came to the reason for his visit. "Look, I know that you don't drink in public because you're afraid the cuddly ball of fluff that you turn into when drunk would ruin your image, so I was hoping that maybe you saw something that could help me put my memory right again."
"Harry, have you ever considered that you may not want to know? That maybe you wanted them to cast the spell?"
"No, of course not!" Harry stood up and started pacing, gesturing angrily at his ex. "You of all people know how I feel about altering your memories. If I wasn't completely against it, half of who I am would be gone because I'd have blasted away most of my life before this year! But I understand that all of your memories and experiences make you who you are, good and bad. So, no, Blaise. I definitely would not have wanted them to cast this spell on me."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry… It's just…" He stopped and looked out the window so Harry couldn't see his thoughts crossing his face; for a Slytherin, he was complete shit at hiding his emotions.
"Blaise. You do know something. Tell me!" A tiny flame of hope flared to life.
"Harry… You don't understand because you can't remember, but I can and, damnit, I don't think this is going to end well if I just tell you who you were with!"
"Bloody hell, Blaise! I wouldn't be this desperate to figure it out without reason. This wasn't just some one-off with a stranger. I've been there, done that, and this is different. I felt something! There was more there than just sex, though that was mind-blowing from the small bit I can remember… Please. I need to know!"
Blaise stared at him for a few moments, searching his eyes for something. Harry held his breath as he waited for Blaise to react.
"About halfway through the party, you guys ran into each other. You were being particularly mope-y and leaning against a wall just outside of the dance floor. He was trying to avoid somebody, and he fought his way out of the crowd a few feet away from you. You started talking to one another, surprisingly. He finally grew a pair and asked you to dance. And you accepted. You danced together for hours, and by the end of that anyone who had bothered to look wouldn't have been able to tell where one of you stopped and the other began. I lost sight of you for a few minutes when the crowd shifted, and when I next saw you it was when you were going up to his room."
While Blaise spoke, the brief flashes of memories that had returned to him started to clear up, and Harry could see most of what his friend was saying as it was happening. But one thing still stubbornly eluded him.
"But who was it, Blaise?" Harry's excitement at remembering most of the night – laughter, dancing, kissing – showed itself in his voice. Finally, the Slytherin fell silent. "Blaise." Harry's voice changed to a tone of warning.
"Harry, I can't. I won't do it." Harry stood up and his eyes flashed murderously before Blaise held up a hand and gestured for him to sit back down and chill the fuck out. "I won't tell you who it was, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to help you. There's something you need to know before you dive into this head first. This guy has been madly in love with you for pretty much forever. I'm not surprised that he obliviated you, and honestly, I would have probably done the same in his shoes."
Harry took a minute to digest this.
"Why? What's the problem that I'm missing here, the reason why obliviating me makes sense in your twisted Slytherin brain?"
"Harry," he was stopped by Harry's glare, a glare that told him avoiding the issue was not going to work anymore. "the two of you aren't exactly mates. There's history there, history that I'm not sure you're going to be able to get past."
"What?" if anything, Harry was more confused now. He had had a lot of enemies at Hogwarts, mostly in Slytherin, before and during the war, but any bad blood between people had stopped after he had killed Voldemort. He couldn't figure out why it would still be an issue.
Blaise just stared at him, mouth tightly shut. Apparently, he was done talking. Harry was about to protest again when a pair of striking silver eyes flashed through his mind, and suddenly everything came flooding back to him. His eyes widened as he remembered, and Blaise crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, waiting for the storm to break.
Harry slumped back in his seat, suddenly very tired – apparently, regaining several hours of memories all at once took a lot out of you.
"Holy fucking hell." He whispered.
"Yeah, that about sums it up." Blaise grinned at him.
"And he's in love with me? How do you know?"
"Harry. I've lived with him for eight years now, and known him for even longer. Trust me on this one."
"Holy fucking hell…"
"Yes, I believe we've covered that bit already." Blaise laughed at the Gryffindor.
Harry glared at him.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" Harry asked, though the question didn't seem to be aimed at Blaise specificially.
"Well. Since you haven't started breaking things, I'm assuming that you aren't against the idea of Draco being in love with you, or that he's the one you had," he paused to suppress the urge to laugh or vomit, he wasn't quite sure which, "mind-blowing sex with him. So here's what I propose: I'm having another little get together in two days, and if I happened to assure you that Draco will be there, and that I can get him drunk enough that you can manage to get him alone to talk this mess out..." He let the words trail off, and let the implication settle in Harry's mind.
"I'll be there. Thank you, Blaise…" He hugged his friend before grabbing his invisibility cloak and heading for the door, a dazed look still on his face.
A/N: be on the look out for chapter seven, coming sometime tonight :)
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~Arya Rose