"What do you mean you lost him?" The deep voice shouted harshly. The man was tall with shimmering white hair hanging down his back. He wore a large open black cloak and walked with a Slytherin cane. Lucius Malfoy stalked angrily around the wide arm chair in the dark room. In the chair sat his son, Draco Malfoy, with snow white hair like his father. His dark eyes were on the floor and he was trying to find the right words to say. Yet, his father wouldn't allow him to speak. "We ordered you to get as close to Potter, if possible. We witnessed you near him and you said you were working on it. Now suddenly he's away from you again?"

"Father, I-"

"How could you get so close and then fall away?"

"Lucius." The sweet tone of his mother echoed from the front of the room. Draco met his father's eyes who did his best to cool down from his steaming anger.

"Explain," he said.

Draco hesitated and grabbed his jeans tight in his nervous palms. "I… talked to him, to try to get closer. It… started to work for a while…" He faked an angry stutter and shook his head. "But then his mudblood friends went and ruined it!"

"How?"

"They suspected me of something vile and told Potter. He turned against me and we started a fight. That's how I got detention and we split up after that."

"That's as close as you got to him?"

"I told you it wouldn't work! He doesn't trust me!"

"That's pathetic!" Lucius's words stabbed at him as well as his hand. Draco didn't shout as his head was turned harshly into the chair. His father raised the cane and shoved it deep into Draco's shoulder, pushing him tighter into the chair until he met his gaze. "You work for the Dark Lord," he said vilely between tight lips. "He gave you an order and that's the best you can give him? He could kill you."

"Father, it's Harry Potter. He's smarter than he looks. He saw right through me. There was nothing I could do."

Lucius glared at his panting son and watched the blood trickle down his chin from his busted lip. He took a deep breath then removed his cane and allowed Draco to breathe. "Let's hope the Dark Lord will understand."

Draco wiped the blood from his lip and watched as his mother had been sitting there helplessly, not even attempting to help. Now she stood up as her husband left and she wrapped her snake-like arms around her son. "It's all right, Draco," she said soothingly. "Everything will be fine."

Draco just shut his eyes away from them, away from everything around him and could picture the silver eyes gleaming under him. Oh, how badly he wanted to see them again. But he couldn't. He had ruined those eyes forever. He had watched the very color drain out of them and remove himself from them. His sudden fist punched the arm chair and made his mother gasp.

"Damn it…" He muttered angrily and trembled in his mother's arms. What did I do…?

…...

"Harry?" Hermione gently touched his shoulder and watched him flinch. "Harry, you're as white as a ghost. Are you all right?"

"I'm just tired," he said with a hoarse voice and rubbed his eyes. "You guys are positive I was Draco's partner?"

"Yes," Hermione answered, looking to Ron standing behind the couch they sat on. "We studied at the library together and he was a total jerk!"

"Bloody annoying," Ron added. "I almost ripped his head off if you wouldn't have stepped in."

Harry shook his head. "I don't remember any of it. I mean, I remember studying with you guys. I can see it all, but Draco isn't there at all."

Hermione rubbed his shoulder soothingly. "Did you hit your head or something the other day?"

Harry shook his head again. "No, I don't think so. I-I feel fine, I just don't remember a thing…"

"How did you hear of this anyway? If you forgot then how could you ask us?" Ron asked.

Hermione answered him, "Neville told him. He said he asked something about Draco and mentioned that they were partners."

"What did he ask you?"

Harry met both of their eyes nervously and stood up. "Nothing. It wasn't important. All he said was that Luna saw us together before we were partners and that he heard Myrtle…"

"Myrtle? Like Moaning Myrtle."

Harry hesitated. "Yeah, a-anyway, I didn't remember anything! I don't even remember fighting him and getting detention! I remember writing the essay, but nothing with Draco at all!"

"Wait, what did Myrtle say?" The way Harry went quiet made Hermione stand and Ron come around the couch. "Harry, what did she say?" She asked again.

Harry shook his head and turned away.

"Harry!" Ron called.

"I don't know!" He cried, exhaustedly. "Nothing makes any sense…"

"Harry," Hermione walked closer to him, saying, "in order for us to help you, we have to know everything."

Harry sighed and rubbed his face. "I-I can't think straight. I just… I just want to lay down. I'll tell you everything later, but for now…"

"Sure, Harry." he turned to Ron who started to follow. "Ron, go with him tonight. He needs you more than I do."

"Yeah…" He led Harry out of the lobby room and to the dorms. "Will you really tell us everything, Harry?"

Harry looked shocked. "Of course, Ron. You're my best friends. I'm not going to lie to you. I just want to… settle everything in my head before I blurt it out, sounding like a mad man."

Ron smiled and patted him on the back. "You were acting rather strange when you were with him, though."

Harry flinched. "I was?"

Ron nodded. "We even fought about it once. Do you remember that?"

"Not really…" Harry sighed tiredly. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's all right."

"Look, I want to take a cool shower. Maybe the steam can clear my headache. I'll meet you back at the dorm." Ron nodded and headed in the other direction as Harry headed for the bathroom. He found it ironic and a bit hurtful that he just said he wouldn't lie to him and is now doing the opposite. It wasn't really a lie, in a way. He was going to the showers, but not to use them.

When he entered the bathroom, the girly voice was humming loudly around the large room. "Myrtle," he called, shutting the door behind him. "Are you here?"

"So the famous Harry Potter returns to me," she said with a giggle and appeared in the water, transparent as air. "You shouldn't keep checking in on me. I haven't told anyone. You might give Draco the wrong idea."

"Draco? Told anyone what?"

Myrtle giggled again and pretended to splash the water playfully. "Oh, Harry, you really aren't playing the stupid card, are you? If you pretend like you don't remember in an attempt to keep me quiet, it's really pathetic. I'm not saying anything."

Harry shook his dizzy head in irritation and stomped forward. "Say anything about what? I don't remember at all!"

She narrowed her eyes on him and floated in a sitting position on the edge of the bath. "You can't be serious. You were just in here the other day talking to me about-"

"I don't remember anything!" He said, straining every word for emphasis.

Myrtle paused, taking in the harsh tone he had never used before. Then she quickly floated to her feet and got before him. She stared deep in his eyes and noticed the change of color. "Oh my… You really don't remember, do you?"

Harry sighed. "Remember what? Please, Myrtle, I need to know."

She turned away silently and went back to the water. "I don't think I should tell you. If you forgot then that's probably the way it should be."

"Myrtle!"

"I'm just saying. Maybe you did it on purpose to forgot it all. Why should I remind you?"

"I remember everything from the past two weeks, except anything with Draco." Myrtle stopped. "Neville told me," he said strictly and a bit out of breath, "that he heard you singing about us.. Me and Draco… What the bloody hell did you say?"

She smiled and faced him, leaning on her hands on the ledge of the bath with her feet kicking out of the water. "It's a really good song, I must say. I made it up all by myself!"

"Myrtle-"

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Can you just tell me what you saw-"

In a soft, teasing tone, she started to gently sing:

"On an island in the sea,

Two little boys, I did see.

A Slytherin snake and a Gryffindor birdie

Kissing in the steam." She giggled and continued.

"The snake pushed the birdie into the steamy

Water and after that things got a bit dirty."

She laughed in that menacing, almost mocking way that made Harry groan. "Myrtle!"

"There's more, of course. After that, I mention your names and the secrete I'm not suppose to tell-"

"Enough!" He shouted and made the ghost girl stop. He sighed and walked closer to her. "Please, Myrtle. I really need to know." She paused, wondering her eyes around the room in her dancing thoughts. "Did… Did you see us… kiss?"

She slowly nodded. "You came in here with some books. You said you were going to study when Draco dragged you here. You took off each other's clothes and got in the tub." She giggled and whispered, "Kissing on the way in."

Harry blushed insanely and just pictured the image. Him… and Draco? Really? "A-And… You're not lying? Honestly, Myrtle, you can't mess with me right now. Are you telling the truth?"

"Didn't the Neville boy ask you about this? Would I be lying if someone else said it to you?"

He let out a long, exhausted exhale. "I guess… And the secrete… That was…"

"It was that you and Draco were secretly dating."

Harry seemed so taken back that he stumbled over his own two feet and fell a step back. "Oh…" He said in shock. "But… but why would Draco-"

"I kept telling you he did it out of spite. To get rid of you, of course. But you wouldn't believe me."

Harry unknowingly crossed himself. "That's sounds pretty reasonable now…"

"No, I guess it wasn't because you screamed at me. You said he meant everything he did and that you could tell he wasn't all bad even though he was in Slytherin. You put everything into what you said…" Myrtle sunk low in the water until only from her nose and up were seen. "Especially… when you said you loved him."

Harry flinched. "I love you, Harry Potter… I really do…" He cleared his throat and rubbed his damp neck. "Um.. What?"

"You really meant it, too. I could see it in your eyes." She floated out of the waster again and looked as serious as she ever did. "You really did love him, Harry… And I think you still do."

"But… B-But he hates me. I know he does. He's in Slytherin!"

"Talk to him." Myrtle said simply and floated quickly away. "By the way he acted and the chances he took, I know he felt the same way about you."

Harry started to follow her as she began to leave. "Wait, Myrtle, this makes no sense. If he liked me then why-"

"Look, Harry Potter," she suddenly whipped around and snapped at him. "You have to see this from Draco's side. You were secretly dating, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, and most of all, you're Harry Potter. Everyone he knows wants to kill you, but he loved you. If people knew you were dating, not only would his life be wrecked, but it would put your life in more danger than it is now. If I had to pick a reason to lose your memory of him… It'd be to protect you…"

Harry slowly took the words in and shook his head. "Are you saying… He did this to me… on purpose? But why?"

"Ask him." She said bluntly and with that, she disappeared through the bathroom wall. The silence that filled the room frightened Harry like she was never really there.

…...

Draco stormed down the hall of the library. Like he would ever come here, of all places. But he had to clear his mind somehow and the new wizard he was assigned for the project was a good excuse to get away from his lousy friends. He carelessly walked down the isles, really not caring at all for a single one of them. It wasn't until he turned on the next isle that he regretted coming there.

"Draco," Luna said with a flat tone. Draco merely rolled his eyes and turned away to leave. "Running away again?"

"What did you just say?" He snapped, whirling back around in a flash.

She shrugged and pulled a book from the shelf. "I was just saying. You look tense and you flinched when you saw me. It shows that you're currently in a weak state."

"If you want to fight-"

"What happened to your lip?"

Draco jumped and quickly rubbed at the sore cut. "None of your bloody business."

"Hm..." She said quietly and looked away with that lingering expression of hers. "How's your partner?" She asked solemnly.

Draco winced and fixed his robe. "I don't have one," he said in a low voice.

"Really? I was pretty sure Harry was your partner."

"Like I could deal with someone like Potter."

Her bright eyes gave him a wondering glance and she returned the book in a different place on the shelf. "Well, Harry couldn't handle you."

"What?"

"He was shaking the last time he talked about you."

"How do you know?"

She pulled out another book and flipped it open. "He was worried… Of all things, he wasn't scared, but worried. He cared enough about your partnership to constantly put you on his mind… Funny, isn't it?" Draco grew weak at the words. He really caused him that much trouble? "But he stuck with you… Even though you were a horrible partner… Because that's the way partners should be." She slipped the book back in the case.

"Why the hell are you talking to me anyway?"

Luna smiled and said simply, "I don't know. Maybe because… Sometimes the paper needs the pen as much as the pen needs the paper." She gave him a warm expression and finally left the isle with no books in her arms at all.

Draco stood there for a second, wondering why she was so mild, but happy when talking to someone like him. Then he pictured the brunette laughing on the roof above him and how his eyes glistened when he smiled as Draco chased him. If he was so troubled by him… how could he smile so earnestly to him? How could he be so warm to him? So alive, so… happy around him?

He shook it off and quickly left the library, unable to think of it anymore. Just the thought of him was enough to bring the painful sting of the memories back that he detested so much, he wished he had erased them.

…...

Harry paced back and forth in his dorm with bags under his eyes and a dragging look in his green pools. He continually walked around every bed, to the door, and back around the room once more. Finally, the door busted open and Ron came stumbling in. His eyes showed relief when he spotted Harry standing in the center of the room.

"Bloody hell," he panted and leaned on his knees. "Your message scared the shit out of me. 'Come quick, something happened.' I thought you were dead!"

"Sorry, Ron," Harry said as he helped him to the nearest bed. "But I need to talk to you guys now."

"Well, what is it? What happened?"

Before Harry could answer, Hermione came through the door, a little out of breath and also worried.

"Goodness," she exhaled and shut the door behind her. "I imagined one of you in a hospital bed."

"What took you so long?" Ron asked.

"You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to get into the boys' dorms nowadays. Bloody ridiculous-"

"That doesn't matter right now!" Harry exclaimed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Ron faced him on the bed while Hermione stepped closer. "What is it? Why did you call us here?"

Harry met their eyes and took two deep breaths before speaking. "When Neville… came to talk to me… He said he had heard Myrtle… Moaning Myrtle singing a song about Draco and I. So the other day I talked to her and… and what she said, um…"

"What did she say?" When Harry stayed silent, Hermione asked in a stricter tone like before, "Harry!"

Harry took a seat on the farthest bed and put his hands together on his knees from nervousness. "I think Draco and I were dating."

The couple stared hard for a second and then united their confused gazes. "What?"

"Secretly, of course…"

"What the blood hell are you saying?" Ron snapped, jumping to his feet. "Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? From Slytherin? Are you bloody insane? Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

"Ron," Harry said calmly, "I'm fine. I just… The clues add up."

"How would this happen anyway?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know… but…" He slowly got back to his feet. "But Luna said she saw us together, Myrtle apparently caught us k-kissing, and… all the things I don't remember make sense if.. I was with him-"

"Kissing?" Ron's voice started to shout. "Kissing? Bloody kissing? With him? Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Ron, please," Harry began before the ginger whipped around.

"I don't believe this."

"Ron, relax" Hermione said and pushed him back down on the bed. "Harry, are you sure? Like, absolutely, sure?"

Harry thought on it for a second and took another deep breath. Slowly, he shook his head. "No… Because I still can't figure out why I don't remember him."

"Well, what do you remember?" She asked curiously.

"Do you remember making out with him?" Ron snapped at which Hermione quickly hushed him.

"I remember everything this past week like nothing happened. Classes, talking with you guys, even Hagrid's."

"You remember studying with us, right?"

"Yes, but Draco wasn't there. I remember detention, too, but Draco wasn't there either."

"What about after detention? That's when Luna said she saw you guys at the Quidditch tower. Do you remember that?"

Harry sat on it for a minute, but came up short. "No. Nothing with the Quidditch tower."

Hermione connected the dots and took a few steps around the room. "Ok, so you don't remember Draco in situations where you were with other people… And you don't remember those situations at all when you were alone with him."

After calming down a bit, Ron asked with a remainder of irritation in his voice. "Do you think Draco did that so you wouldn't remember being alone together?"

"That's what Myrtle said. She said… That he would've done it to protect me."

"From what?" Hermione asked. "What did you guys do alone that was so bad-"

The reason she stopped in mid-sentence was the obvious. The room quickly fell quiet and Harry felt his cheeks blush as red as flames. Ron groaned and got back to his feet. "Really?" He said sharply. "He's another guy. And he's Draco!"

"Ron!" Hermione said to break the topic. "Stop, that's.. That's unimportant at the moment." She faced the quiet brunette back at the bed. "If you two were dating and if Draco did erase you from his memory, maybe he didn't think it was right and wanted it to end."

"Or he wasn't gay."

"Ron!"

"But that doesn't make sense. How would that be protecting me?"

Hermione shrugged, "To keep from hurting you?"

Harry shook his head and caught Ron glaring as intensely as he could at him. He sighed, "Ron, please-"

"He's our freakin' enemy, Harry! Now you're telling me that you're dating him?"

"I called you here to talk about it, not yell at me for something I'm not even sure about."

"Yeah, but the fact is that you're telling us that you lied to us." Ron said in a cruel tone. "If this is true then you went behind our backs to the enemy. If that isn't a bloody stab to the back, then I don't know what is!"

"Ron!"

The redhead shook his head and turned for the door. "I can't deal with this."

"Ron!" Hermione called after him this time, but he charged through the door, slamming it behind him rudely with nothing more to say. She sighed and faced Harry who only stared in disappointment. "I'm sure he-"

"It doesn't matter," Harry said and sat back down upon the red bed. "He'll cool off soon enough."

She took a deep breath and sat beside him. "Do you think you were dating him?" Slowly, Harry nodded and she came back with, "Did you…love him?" Harry flinched, but met her eyes and nodded once again. "Did he love you?"

"I love you, Harry Potter… I really do."

Harry nodded again. "I can hear him saying it… in my head. It's the only thing I get when I think of the past two weeks."

Hermione patted him hard on the back and jumped to her feet. "That settles it, then. You're gonna go talk to him."

"Wait, Hermione," he groaned as she pulled him to a stand. "I-I don't know what to do. What Myrtle said… She said that everyone around Draco wants to kill me, but he loved me enough to hide a relationship with me. If he erased my memory to protect me…"

Hermione studied him for a second, spotting his worry before he could speak it, then gently wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. "Harry, don't fret about it. If he did do that to protect you, then that obviously means he cares about you."

Harry paused and muttered, "But if he really cared, he wouldn't have erased my memory in the first place…" He dolefully buried his head into Hermione's shoulder and clutched onto her back, doing his best to ignore the sting in his chest begging him to cry…

Sorry it took so long. More coming soon. Hope it's going well. Please, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing; that's the deal x3