A/N: I'm back with Chapter 6 Many thanks for those who have waited patiently, and for those who reviewed!

Previously: "Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Hermione pleaded.

Harry looked at Hermione's anxious eyes, to Ron's worried frown, and sighed. Agreeing with them, they set off to the Leaky Cauldron.

Draco Malfoy clutched a glass of wine, staring moodily into the fire. He had skipped quite a few days of work and wasn't expecting to return anytime soon. He had wasted practically 5 years believing what his so called, "godfather", had said. All he knew was he fell for it, believing his life was perfect. He has a great job, great house, and the money kept rolling in, and yet he no longer knew how to define perfect.

Draco downed the last bit of wine, wincing at the bitter taste. The only way he could take his mind off things was to drink anything that contained alcohol in it. Alcohol was his only answer to those bumps on the road. Sighing, he sat down on his bed, still staring absentmindedly into the fire.

Someone knocked twice on his bedroom door.

"Fuck off," Draco muttered, without taking his eyes off the fire.

The person knocked again.

"I SAID FUCK—"

"Father?" came the quiet answer.

Draco sighed and got up from the bed, opening the door for Emmick.

"Sorry. What's wrong?"

"Um…Uncle Snape wants to talk to you."

"I don't want to speak to him."

"But he really wants to talk…"

"There is nothing to talk about, tell him that for me."

"You're going to have to talk to him sometime, you can't avoid Uncle Snape."

Draco managed a small smile, "Some wise words coming from a 10 year old."

Emmick smiled, "Talk to him! I don't like fighting."

"We're not fighting."

"Then why won't you talk to him?"

"It's…complicated. We're just not having agreements."

Emmick frowned, "This is exactly what happened with mother before she left us."

"No it's not, don't think that."

"But it is! You and mother had a fight before he came…"

"Who?"

"My real father," Emmick said quietly. "I don't want Uncle Snape or you leaving me."

"Neither one of us will," Draco reassured him. "If it means so much to you, I'll talk to him."

Emmick smiled, "Okay! He's in his office, drinking again."

Draco knocked on the door waiting for Snape to open it,but he didn't. Draco knocked again. Maybe he was passed out? That thought scared him a bit, so he let himself in. Snape was sitting on an armchair in front of the fireplace, lazily sipping wine from a glass. He didn'tshow a sign that he knew there was someone else in the room. His eyes were narrowed as he continued to stare into space, obviously in deep concentration. Draco didn't know whether to say something or leave quietly.

"What?" Snape said, finally turning around to look at him.

Draco didn't know what to say. He had nothing to say, and Snape seemed to have noticed.

"Are you ready to talk to me now?" he spoke again.

Draco nodded dumbly.

"Good. I just want you to know that I did what I thought was best for you. Did you think I enjoyed watching you suffer when you woke up without a single memory of your past?"

"You could have told me the truth," Draco pointed out quietly.

"And how would you have reacted?"

"I would have let it slowly progress into my mind. Damn it Severus! I wasted 5 years believing I was someone I'm not, and you didn't do anything!" Draco burst out, feeling the anger again. "Maybe you could have told me a bit about my past each day, not all of it at once. You know, I don't see the difference between telling me all this now, when you could have told me earlier. I would have gone through the same shock, but if you had told me before, I wouldn't be so fucking pissed off."

Snape surveyed the young man before standing up and chucking the glass into the fire. The flames wavered as if it were protesting.

"I did what I thought was right. How did you expect me to tell you that your father was a death eater who died in the war, your mother disappeared and there hasn't been a single trace of her, and that you were dating Potter?" Snape said in a deadly tone.

Finally, the name Draco had been dreading had been brought up. He knew he had no feelings for women all along, but it was hard to believe that he was actually attracted to men. He even found himself paying attention to the half naked men at the beach during one summer, but then he would quickly avert his gaze. It wasn't a choice of his, and yet he still found many of his business partners attractive. He wasn't going to admit it though.

"How long did we stay together for?" Draco asked.

Snape was surprised by the sudden change of topic, but he made a face at where this was leading, "I don't know."

"Did we really like each other?"

Snape kept the disgusted look on his face, "Yes…you did."

"Was I happy?"

"Why don't you ask Potter these questions yourself?"

Draco thought about it for a minute. Asking Harry would allow him to gather more information, but it also means having to face him, and that was something he wasn't ready to do yet. He paused and thought about it. Finally, he made up his mind.

"Where does he live?"

"At some hotel."

"Do you have his number?"

"Yes," Snape said. He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, digging around for the small piece of paper, and handing it to Draco. "Here."

Draco took it and tanked his godfather.

"I'm going to call him," Draco decided, turning around to leave."

"Draco," Snape said.

He turned around again.

"You're not going to hold a grudge are you?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco smirked, something Snape hasn't seen in a very long time, "I don't know, we'll see"

With that, Draco left Snape's office and went back to his bedroom, smiling at Emmick when he passed by his room.

"—and that's how I saw him again," Harry finished telling the story.

Hermione's eyes were very wide, as were Ron's. They were both incapable of stringing two words together.

"It was all a coincidence," Harry shrugged, and took a sip of hot chocolate.

They decided to head towards a muggle café, afterbeing approached by many witches and wizards, whom all wanted to speak to Harry.

"That's some coincidence," Ron finally managed to say. "Does anyone else know about this?"

Harry gave Ron a pointed look, "The only people I have talked to for the last few days were you and Hermione. Anyway, it doesn't matter—"

"How can you say that?" Hermione exclaimed. "I thought Malfoy was your world!"

"Nicely put," Harry said sarcastically. "But he doesn't even remember anything, what do you expect me to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Hermione asked.

There was a silence as Harry lowered his eyes. Ron and Hermione both waited patiently for his answer, though it was pretty obvious what Harry wanted. He finally looked up, and they were startled once they noticed Harry's teary green eyes.

"I want to somehow make him remember all the things we went through together. I want him to remember every hug, and every kiss we shared. I want him to love me as much as I still love him," Harry said quietly. "All the things I want are impossible."

"Don't say that," Hermione said becoming rather teary-eyed herself. She was surprised by the sudden mood change in Harry. "You never know what might happen."

"Don't you see though? He lost his memory! It's not coming back! This is the outcome of all the mistakes I've made."

"Everyone makes mistakes, but this isn't your fault," Hermione reassured, nudging Ron to say something.

Ron frowned and rubbed the spot where Hermione poked, "Hermione's right you know." He paused and took notice of the dark circles under Harry's eyes. "Have you considered sleeping?"

"Not much," Harry mumbled, pushing his cup of hot chocolate away, feeling queasy.

"You should come home with us Harry, you need some rest," Hermione said.

"I can manage to do that without any help, thanks."

"How?"

"I made enough money to buy my own place now."

"I think Lavender knows this great place near Hogsmeade," Hermione said anxiously.

Harry shook his head, "I'm not living in the wizarding world."

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks.

"I'm not ready yet, didn't you see the swarm of people that came up to me?" Harry asked.

"Yes…" Ron trailed off.

"I can't go back."

"Then where will you go?" Hermione asked, biting her bottom lip.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know."

They went into a mode of silence again. Both Ron and Hermione were trying to think of a place where Harry could stay. Harry on the other hand, had his mind on Draco. How could someone he has been missing for the longest time appear right in front of him, and yet he couldn't grab a hold of him?

"Harry, I still think you should stay with us," Hermione said. Seeing the look on his face as if he was ready to protest, she quickly added. "You can stay until you find a suitable home. We'll help you look around for any flats that are for sale."

Harry considered this for a moment before making a decision. He weighed the pros, and cons of living with them, again.

"Well?" Ron asked. "It's been really quiet ever since you left, well…it's been more boring actually considering the only thing Hermione talks about is work. And then she nags a lot too—"

"I nag because you never do any of the chores around the house!" Hermione interjected.

"I will once I get time—"

"—if you can sit your butt down on the couch for more than five hours, it shows you have plenty of time!"

"All right," Harry agreed.

Ron and Hermione stopped bickering, and beamed happily at him.

"You can move in today!" Ron said excitedly.

Harry chuckled, "Sure, why not? I already have all my stuff with me."

Suddenly his cell phone rang shrilly, causing Ron and Hermione to jump a little. Harry dug through his pockets and took out his cell phone. The number displayed on the caller ID belonged to no one Harry knew.

"Hello?" Harry said, holding his cell phone to his ear.

There was a silence on the other line, but Harry could hear the sound of someone breathing. Maybe it was a prank call?

Harry narrowed his eyes and sighed impatiently before hanging up. He looked at his 2 friends worried faces.

"Who was that?" Hermione asked.

"I don't kn—" Harry stopped as his cell phone began ringing again.

It was the same person calling. He picked up his cell phone again.

"Hello?"

There was the same silence.

"Look, whoever this is, ifyou'recalling me then at least have something to say. If you think this is some funny joke—"

"Harry?" came the small timid voice from the other line.

Harry's eyes widened as he recognized the voice.

"Draco?" Harry said in disbelief as he clutched his phone.

Why is he calling me?he wondered wildly.

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened as well. All they could do was listen to Harry talk. They didn't dare interrupt him.

"Yes…um…"

Harry held his breath with his heart pounding against his chest. Maybe Draco remembered some things about their relationship and had called to tell Harry how much he realized he missed him.

"Hi…I was just wondering if you want to have lunch with me tomorrow?" Draco said rather quickly.

Harry couldn't stop the grin from showing, "Of course, uh…what time?"

"At 12, I'll meet you at the…Jazz Café?"

"Okay."

Draco paused, "Well…bye."

"Bye."

Harry hung up in a daze. His heart was still pounding, but it was a different type of pounding. Instead of feeling anxious and clammy, he felt so ecstatic, and content. It was as if his spirits flew out of the secluded spot, and had soared into the sky. Though he was very happy, he couldn't help feeling nervous as well. What if he makes a fool out of himself in front of Draco tomorrow? Would that make him change his mind about Harry? What Harry wondered about the most was why Draco call him out of the blue to invite him to lunch?

For a glorious second Harry had made himself believe that Draco got his memory back, but now that he was calming down, he could think clearly; it was impossible to get your memory back so fast. That still didn't answer what Harry was wondering though.

"Harry?" Ron said.

Harry looked at Ron in surprise. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he didn't hear Ron calling him.

"Yeah? Sorry," Harry apologized, his mind still on Draco.

"Was that…Draco?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah."

"What did he say?" Ron and Hermione both asked at the same time.

They looked at each other and laughed.

"He wants to have lunch with me tomorrow," Harry said, going back into his dazed state.

Ron and Hermione stopped laughing immediately, and stared at Harry.

A/N: Yes I know that took a while for me to type out, but I've been really busy what with all the last minute project, and studying I have to do. But my exams are going to be over by next Saturday! That'll leave me more time to update! So for those who are waiting for me to update the other stories I'm writing as well, please be patient, I'll get them done (one day). Anyway, please review!