A/N: Z-SGIRL pointed out one of my editing mistakes when I was rewriting a few scenes. Lucius is alive and I had originally wrote that he died in the final battle. It's now fixed. Thank you for pointing that out and please let me know if I made another mistake.
"What? You're saying I have to pretend to be his husband? Are you insane? This is Malfoy we're talking about. We hate each other. Every year, he has done nothing but insult me, insult my friends, and try to get me in trouble. No, I'm not doing it," Harry said, fiercely.
Dumbledore sighed. "In the end, it is, of course, your decision. But, I would like you to give it some thought. Remember, he's not as bad as you've always thought. He's been through almost as much, if not just as much, as you. He's had enormous pressure on him all of his life to be a Death Eater. He had his father's morals and views foisted on him since he was a child. His only friends reported every move he made to his parents. His father, who has always been there to take care of him, has been in Azkaban since the final battle and his mother has been in St. Mungo's, ever since, for psychological damage due to being under the Imperius Curse for over a decade. It's not my place to say, but I feel you should know before you make your final decision. Mr. Malfoy was also exposed to the Cruciatus Curse on a daily basis after refusing to get the Dark Mark. His own father cast it on him. I trust you not to share the information I've given you. Take tonight to think about it. You can come see me tomorrow anytime to let me know what you decide. Good night, Harry."
Harry walked away from Dumbledore's office in a daze. He hadn't known about Malfoy's mother or that he refused the Dark Mark. He had always thought that Malfoy would leap at the chance to get it. Dumbledore had painted the pictured of a sad, vulnerable boy who had lost everything and had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Kind of like Harry. And it was Harry's fault that Malfoy had lost his memory. Instead of going to the common room, he felt himself drawn to the Great Hall. It was empty and dark since it was almost curfew. He walked to the Gryffindor table and sat in his usual seat facing the Slytherin table. He just stared at the seat that Malfoy usually sat in. Dozens of images flitted through his mind. The first meeting in the robe shop. The slight disappointment and hurt in Malfoy's eyes before it disappeared when Harry refused his hand. Malfoy eating, talking his friends, laughing sneering, smirking, strutting. Then, images he had pushed out of his mind. Fourth year, Malfoy had looked scared when he flew by as he was chased by the dragon. Fifth year, Draco sitting by the lake with a slight smile while he thought. Last year, Malfoy had stopped with the insults and sneers. Once, he had even given a real smile to Harry when they were partnered in Potions.
'Is he really not as bad as I thought? Why didn't I notice sooner that Malfoy had stopped harassing me and my friends? It is my fault that he's in the Hospital Wing, even if it was an accident. I should have been paying more attention when I was trying to get away from Ginny and Seamus. But he was a total prat for 5 years. He deserved to have something happen to him. But, if I really believe that, then why do I feel so guilty?'
Harry finally went to his common room. Everyone was asleep already when Harry got to his dorm room. He checked the time only to find out it was 2:30. He wasn't ready to go to sleep so he grabbed his invisibility cloak and headed out again. This time, his feet led him to the Hospital Wing. He slipped in the door and made his way to Malfoy's bed. He sat in the chair and watched him sleep. He looked so innocent and angelic with a wisp of his blond hair hanging over his eyes. Eyes that slowly opened and blinked a couple of times. When they focused and landed on Harry, he couldn't stop the shiver caused by the intensity of the look. A small smile graced Malfoy's lips.
"You don't have to stay up and watch me, honey. I know those chairs aren't very comfortable. You should be in bed sleeping."
Harry felt nervous and uncertain. This new Malfoy was very unsettling. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Malf-Draco. You fell down a lot of stairs."
Draco chuckled. "As you can see, I'm fine. Stop worrying. It'll take more than some bloody stairs to do me in. Just give me my goodnight kiss and go to bed. It simply won't do for you to fall asleep in your breakfast tomorrow."
"K-kiss?" Harry squeaked.
"Yes. The goodnight kiss you've given me every night since we got together. Hurry up. I want to go back to sleep." Draco looked at him, expectantly.
Harry drew in a shaky breath and got out of the chair. He walked over to Draco's bed and slowly leaned over him. Their eyes met and, almost as if hypnotized, Harry got closer and closer until their lips touched. He had meant it to be a chaste kiss but Malfoy moaned and slipped his arms around Harry's neck. Draco started nibbling on Harry's bottom lip. Harry gave a soft moan at the sensation. 'Where did that come from?' he thought. Draco took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. After several moments, Draco finally released him. Harry backed up, panting hard. He could see that Draco was just as affected as he was by the kiss. Draco gave him a soft smile.
"Good night, honey. Go to sleep now. I expect you to be fully rested when I get out of here so we can finish what we started," Draco said, seductively.
Harry froze at that. He hadn't even thought through what marriage meant. If he agreed to this, Draco would be expecting sex. He couldn't give up his virginity to Malfoy to keep up the charade that they were married. He had to stop thinking about this. "Um, good night, Ma-Draco. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Harry practically ran back to his dorm. His last thought before going to sleep was how good of a kisser Malfoy was.