All the Small Things…

The students of Hogwarts were nearing the second month of the school year, Halloween passing without much happening expect for the yearly feast. Classes were the same, Quidditch was still a hot sport and Harry still hadn't recovered his memories. Not even a little bit. The teenager had just about resigned himself to his fate of not ever regaining his past but he wasn't unhappy. Harry had Draco and as sappy as it sounded he be couldn't happier. Their fight was a setback and Harry found himself sometimes doubting the blond but there hadn't been another incident and he had no reason not to believe him.

Classes were becoming easier for him, mostly because Draco helped him whenever he didn't understand something and if he wasn't around there was always Hermione, who he learned very quickly was super smart and could be found in the library most of the time. Harry spent time with his two best friends, as they told him, whenever possible. He liked Ron, who was forever getting into silly arguments with Hermione, but he was a good laugh and he taught him how to play wizards chess. Hermione was a bit more severe but he liked to be around her as well, he could see why he had made fast friends with them, even if Draco didn't like them. It annoyed Harry to no end that no matter how many times he tried for the three of them to get along it wouldn't happen. Hermione at least tried to make an effort but there was nothing but animosity between the redhead and the blond. Harry had given up on making them friends since it only lead to fights between the two of them.

It got some taking use too but he got over the fact that he wasn't suppose to be in slytherin, at first it bugged him that no one talked to him even if he made an effort. Draco told him to just ignore them because they were idiots but Harry couldn't leave it alone. Though, he did manage to get a boy in his year to talk to him occasionally, Blaise. A tall, dark haired fellow sixth year, they usually ended up talking about Italy where he had grown up or about the classes they had.

"Harry?" The boy in question looked up at Draco.

"Sorry did you say something?"

"I called your name three times, where were you?" The blond asked him.

Harry gave a faint smile, and answered. "Just daydreaming, what's up?"

"Nothing really, I just wanted to know if you needed any help on your potions report."

Harry smiled gratefully and nodded. "You know I always do." He said and moved closer to Draco with potions book in hand. "I can't believe we've been here for two months."

Draco looked up from Harry's homework and raised a blond eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

The raven haired boy shrugged. "I was just thinking about it, sucks though that I still don't remember anything."

Draco leaned forward and dropped a kiss on his Harry's lips, the former gryffindor was taken aback for a moment before kissing back just as deeply. Draco pushed the books and parchment off the bed and positioned himself on top of Harry. His hands traveled down Harry's body, finding their way inside his jeans and stroking at Harry's growing erection.

Harry moaned softly. "Wait- I thought we had to-" He groaned as Draco bit his neck. "Aren't we suppose to be doing homework?" Harry said even though he was wrapping his arms around Draco, letting the blonde take his shirt off.

"Forget it, we'll do it later." Draco responded as he sat up and took his own shirt off, Harry sat up and smiled as he removed the belt from the blonde's pants.

"You, Malfoy are a bad influence." Harry said as he pushed the blonde back, taking his pants off and moving to remove Draco's as well.

"Slytherin, Harry." Draco said and accepted the heated kiss from his lover.

As their sexual activities got more heated and the clothes became less, Draco couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit guilty, Harry might not have noticed yet but anytime he even remotely mentioned anything about his memory lost Draco would distract him in anyway he could think of. Everyday he was tense thinking 'this was going to be the day that Harry got his memory back', and the day that happened everything would go to hell. He had been so foolish to think that he could just fuck Harry and get away with it. Somewhere the fates were laughing at him, he had gone and done exactly what he'd been avoiding… He had fallen in love with the fucking boy- who- lived, the savior of the wizard world, Dumbledore's very own prodigal, golden boy. Whatever you wanted to call him, he had fallen in love with Potter, his sworn enemy since they first met on the train, his rival in quidditch… How he asked himself?

Draco himself never claimed to be a good person, he wasn't and he knew that. The blonde went for what he wanted and usually got it, no matter what, he was sneaky and manipulative and he could be as stubborn as a gryffindor. Harry on the other hand wore his emotions on his sleeves, even when he tried to hide them. He was governed by his emotions, when Harry fought he was fiery, his eyes got darker and his whole face showed what he was feeling yet he loved the same way, just as passionately. Harry was loyal and compassionate and simply a good person… some might even say it was an innate goodness… Yet…

…Draco never thought he would be attracted to those qualities, and here he was in fucking love with Harry!

The slytherin hoped that the day never came when he would have to tell Harry the truth.

Several days later…

Draco entered his room, throwing his bag aside, he had to patrol the halls that night after curfew and as much as he wanted to say screw it he couldn't ignore his perfect duties. He found Harry still awake, lounging on the bed with a book open in front of him.

"What's so interesting?" The blond asked as he saw how intent the gryffindor was on what was in front of him.

Harry looked up and sat up, pushing the book towards Draco. "Hermione gave it to me today." He said quietly.

Draco looked down and was stunned to see a younger looking Harry smiling and waving with his arm around Granger and the weasel, he guessed that it was taken in their third year. Controlling himself he looked away from the waving trio.

"That was nice of her." The blonde said evenly.

"Yeah, it's strange but I never asked to see what my parents looked like, never thought too." Harry said taking the album back and turning the page, this was one was of his parents. The late Potters were dancing in front of a fountain, leaves falling all around them.

"It's not strange when you can't remember anything." Draco said turning away and removing the rest of his clothes.

"I guess, but it's so bizarre to look at these pictures and just not remember, I look at pictures of my friends and it doesn't click." Harry continued looking sadly at the pictures.

The blonde bent down and placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips. "Try not to think about it love." He told the raven haired boy and straightened. "I'm going to take a shower."

Harry nodded and even though Draco had told him to not deliberate on the album he couldn't help it, hearing about your past was odd on its own, it was like hearing a story from someone else's point of view. Looking at the pictures weren't helping either, it was so maddening to not remember, there were so many pictures but he couldn't remember a single moment.

Draco came out of the shower drying his hair, and moving to his drawer to get a pair of boxers out. "Hey Dray can I ask you something?"

"You just did babe." The blonde smirked and turned around pulling on the underwear. "What's up?"

"Well I've looked at this thing backwards and forwards and I noticed there weren't any pictures of us in here."

"Shit!" Draco exclaimed as he shut the dresser's door on his finger, sticking it in his mouth he turned around to Harry who sat up and made his way over to him.

"Jeezes what did you do?" Harry said taking Draco's finger out of his mouth and holding it in his hand.

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

Harry couldn't help but smile as he kissed Draco's finger. "So tell me why there aren't any pictures of us together?" He said turning serious.

"We never took any." Draco said.

The gryffindor rolled his eyes. "I can see that by the lack of photos, but why don't we have any together?"

Draco shrugged and turned away again taking his hand back from Harry. "We've only been going out for a little over a year, and in the beginning we didn't tell anyone, so we never took any." Smiling he turned around and wrapped his arms around Harry. "But if it bothers you that much we can change it." He said hoping that Harry wouldn't see through his lies.

"Don't worry abut it, I was just wondering why there weren't any." He said removing himself from the embrace and moving back to the bed.

"It bothers you doesn't it?" Draco said as he sat down on the bed.

"This whole situation bothers me but it bothers me even more that you don't get it." Harry said bitterly.

"What don't I get? Your memories are gone, and I can't even begin to imagine what that must be like but I try to understand."

"You've lied to me before." The gryffindor pointed out.

"One time and I've apologize for it, several times. I thought we were over that!" Draco said as he glared.

"How do I know that? That it's only been one time though, for all know you could be lying to me all the time."

"Don't be stupid!"

Harry was also glaring now. "I'm not stupid!"

"Well you're sure acting like it, what reason do I have to lie to you other then that one time. I lied because I don't like your friends, it was petty but I'm telling you the truth." There was a pause between them. "What are we even fighting about?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure anymore." He said.

Draco sighed and sat down on the bed again, Harry scooted close to him and laid his head on his lap. "I'm sorry… Seeing the photo album made me irritated, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I was going okay you know, even forgetting for awhile and then that." He said eyeing the album.

"You're not stupid." He said quietly and Harry gave a short laugh. The pair sat in silence, Draco running his fingers through Harry's hair.

"So we've forgiven each other?"

"Yeah, we have."

A/N- So I can waste your time with the endless excuses of why I haven't written in SO long but that would be a waste of time. I took some time off but now I have the drive again to write and I have some ideas for the story. I don't think it's going to be very long but we'll see how it goes.

Thank you everyone who is still going with this story, I'm still writing because of you.

Okay for those who think Harry is too passive, well you're right he is passive but it's because he doesn't have anyone but Draco at the moment. And there is a reason why Dumbledore and his two best friends haven't told him anything but it will come out later promise all in good time!

Oh and I tried correcting everything but I'm not perfect so sorry in advance if there are any.

Everyone who has reviewed and given their support thank you so much and I promise to get them out faster!

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