A/N: I managed to finish writing this faster than the last update, due to my awesome plot bunnies mating again! And I want to thank those who have continued to wait patiently and hopefully this chapter won't disappoint.

Previously: He had ordered two cappuccinos already, and there was still no sign of Draco. With a last look around the warm shop, he dug through his wallet and left some money on the table before leaving with disappointment.

Just as Harry reached for the doorknob, the door swung open and hit him square in the face as someone tried to come in from the other side. Groaning, Harry clutched his sore nose and moved away from the doorway to let the person in.

"Sorry," the man said in a hurry.

Harry almost dismissed him without a glance, but he stopped completely once he recognized the voice. He turned around, spotted Draco looking around the café with what seemed like anxiousness upon his face. Harry couldn't stop the grin from appearing when he finally registered the fact that Draco actually came. He was about to call out his name when he lost his voice once Draco's eyes met his.

There was the tiniest bit of relief that was present before Draco beckoned him over to an empty table. Harry carefully made his way over, making sure he doesn't appear too thrilled, or trip in an embarrassing matter.

Once seated in front of the man Harry couldn't stop thinking about, it was almost impossible not to lean across the table and kiss those lips he missed so much. But Harry reminded himself to get some self-control and remain seated. Draco wasn't much better off either, but instead, he was forcing himself not to run off.

"You came," Harry decided to point out.

"Look's like it," Draco replied unflinchingly.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. I'd rather just talk."

Harry nodded. "Okay."

"I have to apologize first for being really late."

For being 45 minutes late, Harry added mentally, but he let Draco continue.

"I was talking to Blaise and—"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "What did he say about me?"

Draco looked at him taken back, unsure whether to lie or tell him exactly what they were talking about.

"I told him about this meet-up with you and he thought it wasn't such a good idea," Draco trailed off. "And I agreed..."

"Then why did you want to meet up in the first place if you weren't certain?" Harry asked quietly.

"I thought I was, but unfortunately, I guess I'm not really that comfortable talking about...our past."

Harry folded his hands on the table and stared at the specks of sugar that wasn't whipped off properly. "So why did you come?"

"It wouldn't be polite to just cancel the whole thing without telling you, would it?"

So this is why he came, out of politeness, Harry thought dejectedly.

"Well, thank you for being polite enough to come, but you don't have to force yourself to talk to me when you clearly don't."

"But I thought about it on my way here and I do want to talk, just...not about us," Draco said in a hurry, noticing how Harry wanted to leave.

Harry's heart fell. "I guess you want to talk about yourself then?"

"If that's okay with you," Draco looked uneasily at him.

Harry didn't meet his eyes, but nodded anyway. "What do you want to know?"

"Did I...um...go out with anyone else?"

"Not that I know of," Harry paused. "But you did seem to be pretty close with Pansy at one point."

"Pansy?" Draco repeated in disgust. "Are you kidding me?"

Harry stifled a chuckle. "No, why?"

"It's just odd. She's my friend I can't imagine myself doing anything with her that way."

"I think the farthest you've gone with her was—"

"Don't tell me, next question."

Harry thought it was amusing watching Dracobecome flustered all of a sudden.

"What was I like back then?"

How was he supposed to answer this question without making it seem like he's coming onto him? Harry made a quick decision to tell him what he was like during the first few years at Hogwarts.

"Bitter, mean, cold—"

"Really?" Draco looked surprised. "To everyone?"

"Yes, especially towards my friends and I."

Harry told him how he had always taunted Ron about the money his family lacked, calling Hermione a 'mudblood', and trying his best to make Harry as miserable as possible. Talking about the past had Harry wishing he could go back to the way things used to be; he wasn't used to the new Draco.

"I was an arse," Draco said.

"Yeah, but when we started going out—"

"No," Draco shook his head, stopping Harry from continuing, "Look, I don't want to know what happened between us."

"Why?" Harry demanded.

Draco sighed. "It's just...really uncomfortable for me."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling a bit of dread creeping on him.

"I don't feel the way I used to for you, and talking about it seems weird."

Draco watched Harry look away from him again and bite his bottom lip.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Harry took a deep breath. "So you don't want to remember anything between us?"

"No," Draco said. "To tell you the truth, I'm fine with the way things are right now."

BUT I'M NOT! Harry wanted to scream.

"I would want to remember if it was possible, but it's not. Severus told me the doctors said the damage is permanent; I won't be able to remember anything no matter how hard I try. I don't want to complicate things even further, so I thought the best way to solve this is to move on. If you get stuck in the past, the desire to repeat it increases, and it'll only hurt even more because I don't remember a single memory of us."

Harry took a shuddering breath. "I think I'll go now."

Draco stood up at the same time as him. "I hope you understand."

With his back facing Draco, Harry could only nod in response, afraid he'll catch a glimpse of his tears.

His mind was buzzing with confusion and thoughts. It was difficult to remember how he had returned to Ron and Hermione's house so quickly, but he managed to dodge their questions and rush into the guest room, finally collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of defeat.

"He's not going to come out if you badger him!" a male voice whispered harshly.

"That shows whatkind of friend you are! It seems like you don't care at all!" the female voice replied with the same tone.

"He's my best friend and you know it!"

"So I suppose the best way to support your best friend is to ignore him then?" she hissed.

"He's not a bloody girl! He doesn't need to talk about his emotions while crying his heart out while you console him!"

"I never said he had to do that! I'm just worried about him!"

"So am I! Let him come to you. Merlin, you're so bloody nosy."

There was a tense silence before the sounds of someone stomping down the stairs was heard.

"You can cook your own dinner then Ron Weasley!" the voice yelled, followed by a loud BANG.

Harry opened the bedroom door, seeing an outraged redhead.

"Never should have married that woman," he muttered darkly.

"Aren't you going to go after her?" Harry stifled a yawn, and rubbed his swollen eyes.

"No," Ron scoffed and finally surveyed his best friend. "Bloody hell, you look..."

"Horrible? I know," Harry groaned and followed Ron to the kitchen.

Harry sat at the kitchen table feeling drowsy. Ron poured two cups of tea and sat across from him.

"So how did it go?" Ron asked nervously.

Harry eyed him wearily.

"Oh..." Ron said. "I guess you won't be getting back together anytime soon I take it?"

Harry froze and settled his cup down with irritation. His glare told Ron it was the wrong thing to say. Averting his gaze, Ron mumbled an apology.

Harry thought of what had happened yesterday with Draco. He couldn't believe that he was going to give up just like that. It wasn't like him at all. Harry missed the once driven Draco, who would go about his ways to get whatever he wanted. If the blond was going to give up so quickly, itreally meant he has no feelings for him anymore. As much as it hurt Harry, it confused him as well. What Blaise had told Draco must be something really bad, or maybe the choice was entirely Draco's but he had been too nice to bring it up earlier.

It had hurt so much yesterday when Draco told him to move on, but the ache in his heart was slowly diminishing, leaving him with an empty feeling in replace; and yet, he still couldn't believe that those words had came out of Draco's mouth.

"I would want to remember if it was possible, but it's not."

Harry suddenly sat upright in his chair and looked at Ron.

"Is there such thing as a memory potion?" Harry asked.

Ron looked startled from the sudden change of mood in Harry. "Uh...you should ask Hermione. I know nothing about potions, not even what Snape taught us years ago." He paused and looked at Harry curiously. "Why are you asking?"

"I just thought it might be a possible way to..." Harry trailed off.

"To help him remember?" Ron asked. "Harry, what did happen at the café?"

Harry sighed. "I'll explain it when Hermione comes home."

Harry had no choice but to plop himself in front of the television once Ron left for work. It was dull watching programs all day while waiting for his two best friends to return, but it gave his mind a chance to relax.

By 6 o'clock, Hermione came home looking exhausted, but she put on a smile once she noticed Harry. Ron walked in right behind and scowled once he saw her.

"I bought dinner for you," Hermione announced to Harry before glaring coldly at Ron, as if daring him to ask where his dinner was.

Ron ignored her and seated himself on the couch.

"Aren't you going to put your briefcase away, instead of just randomly dropping it on the floor?" Hermione demanded.

"No," Ron replied lazily.

"And here I was thinking a few days ago that you had grown out of your childish behavior!" Hermione stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Kindly tell me when you're planning togrow up."

"It'll be the day when you decide to stop bossing people around."

"Ron! Hermione!" Harry raised his voice to get their attention. "Will you please quit it? You're both acting immature, fighting every five bloody seconds!"

They both fell silent.

"There's something I want to ask you Hermione."

"What is it?" she asked.

"But first I should tell you what happened between Draco and I yesterday."

With that, Harry told them exactly what happened. By the time he was finished, he could recollect how he felt when Draco had told him to move on, and it left his heart aching again. Hermione sat beside Harry, looking at him with understanding eyes while Ron looked furious.

"How could he do this to you?" Ron exclaimed.

"It's not his fault, he did lose his memory after all," Hermione said.

"I bet he was perfectly fine with it before Zabini opened his filthy mouth andfed him irrational bullshit," Ron seethed. "I'll find out where the git lives and—"

"Ron!" Hermione said strictly. "Violence won't make things any better. It'll only make Draco assume Harry's the one who told you to attack him."

"Bloody bastard doesn't even know who I am though," Ron complained.

"But Zabini does," Harry butted in. "He can tell Draco."

"This seems so surreal. I mean just a few years ago you and Draco were together, and now look at the way things are," Hermione said. "So what was the question you wanted to ask?"

"Well, I don't know if it'll work or if it's a good idea, but...what do you know about memory potions?"

"Why would you—oh," Realization dawned upon her. "Harry, I don't think a memory potion is strong enough to revive someone who has permanent memory loss."

Harry frowned. "We could still try."

"I thought Draco didn't want to remember," Hermione pondered.

"He did say that," Harry paused and drummed his fingers on the armrest. "But he said he would want to remember if it was possible, so I thought if we could find some way to help him, then he'd want to."

"If you want to help him, memory potions won't do him any good. Besides, wouldn't Snape had already tried it if it would work?"

Harry fell silent, she was right. His mind was almost hurting from the effort of trying to find another better way, even though he knew there wouldn't be a likely solution. He was determined not to give up though. He had heard a statement several times and he believed in it; 'There is always an answer to every question.'

"Hey Hermione!" Ron exclaimed all of a sudden. "What about that gadget of yours you used to get to your classes in our third year?"

"It's called a Time Turner Ron," Hermione said impatiently. "The only reason why I got to use it was because it was for school purposes. Plus, it wouldn't be able to help Harry anyway."

Harry thought for a moment. "I actually like the idea of time traveling."

"But it's dangerous! And you'll have to get permission from the Ministry."

"I'm not talking about using a device 'Mione. What if there is some sort of potion used for that purpose?"

"You'll still have to get permission," Hermione looked alert. "Like I said, it's very dangerous. One wrong ingredient and the whole potion would be ruined. Think about drinking something like that."

"We'll be really careful then."

"I don't like the sound of a potion like that either," Ron commented slowly.

"Then we'll do a lot of research before we make it," Harry's eyes were practically begging Ron and Hermione to agree. "Please?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other before turning away, sighing.

"I'll do whatever I can," Ron said.

Harry turned to Hermione whose brows were furrowed. She looked at him and finally agreed. Seeing the bright smile on his face really made Hermione's worries ebb away. It had been too long since she seen him smile like that.

Now, only one problem remains. How will they be able to find the correct potion to brew?


A/N: Oh wow, that took me a while to type. Special thanks to Joanna for helping me beta this chapter. I LOVE YOU!
I'm afraid you guys will have to wait a bit longer for the next chapter (due to the things I have in store...), but let me assure you that it won't be too long until I update.