"Husband?" Harry squeaked out.

Draco looked at him, concerned. "Yeah, honey. You do remember our wedding, don't you?" He sighed, dreamily. "I looked stunning as always. You, however, were even more gorgeous than I was. Our closest friends and my mother there by our sides. It was a beautiful event. Which reminds me. Where's my wedding ring? And yours, for that matter. Are you mad at me or something?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He looked for help from Dumbledore, who was grinning and his eyes were twinkling like mad. "Mr. Potter merely had them sent out for a good cleaning."

Draco looked at Harry with sparkling eyes and a shy smile. "Really, honey?"

Harry tried to give a smile but it turned into more of a grimace. "Yes. I know how much you hate for the rings not to shine so I thought I would get them looking good as new."

Draco launched himself at Harry again. This time, he started pressing fast, noisy kisses all over Harry's face. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You are too good to me, Harry. I love you so much." He finished up his kisses by rubbing his nose against Harry's. He bit his bottom lip and stared at his 'husband' expectantly.

Harry just stared at him for a moment. "Um, I need to speak to Madam Pomfrey." He started to turn away but noticed the hurt look on Draco's face. He felt a tug on his heart and sighed. "I…love you…Draco."

Draco gave him a heart stopping smile and turned around to finally take the potions that Pomfrey had given him. He laid down on his bed and watched Harry through sleepy eyes until he fell asleep moments later.

Harry felt like he was drowning. First, he catches his girlfriend kissing his friend. Then, he accidently knocked Malfoy down the stairs. Now, Malfoy was claiming they were married being a little too touchy-feely. He turned to Pomfrey. "What was that all about?"

"That's what I meant when I said we have a problem. It seems that Mr. Malfoy is suffering memory loss."

Harry snorted. "Memory loss? He's living in an alternate reality."

Madam Pomfrey glared at him. "As I was saying, he has memory loss. He remembers most of his real life but the more recent his memories, the more blurred or nonexistent they are. Likewise, the more important someone is in his life, the more clear his memories, or fake memories, are."

"But, he remembers me very well, it seems. I'm not an important person in his life."

"Are you really not? You were the one constant in his life since your first year. You may have been rivals but you were always there as a permanent fixture in his life. Rivals can play as big a part as friends or family, if not bigger."

"I guess that kind of makes sense. But why does he think we're married?"

"Well, the fall down the stairs created severe damage in his brain so his mind created a safe haven of sorts. Since he doesn't remember his real life, his mind created one for him. Considering the bond between you two, it's no wonder that his new life centers around you."

"Why haven't you told him the truth?"

"Oh, Harry. His mind is far too fragile for that at the moment. Who knows if his mind can handle the shock?"

Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm afraid you're going to have to go along with Mr. Malfoy's version of reality, Harry."