JUST A REMINDER YOU ARE READING THE OLD VERSION, THIS IS NOT THE MOST UP TO DATE VERSION. THE MOST UP TO DATE VERSION IS EITHER THE RED COVER (MATURE) OR THE BLUE COVER (CLEAN VERSION).

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The rest of their "date that wasn't a date" (which totally was a date) Harry had to pretend he was okay. He had to act like nothing had phased him at all when really he wanted to scream, maybe even punch a wall in.

"Forgetting?"

"Yeah. Because it can completely change you, without you knowing it. It can destroy you and everyone around you."

"I never really thought of it like that," Draco said, oblivious to the pain in his words.

"You wouldn't," Harry muttered under his breath. "What's better, truth or loyalty?"

"Hmm that's difficult," Draco finished his food and placed it in the basket as well as Harry. He tapped it with his wand and sent it away, Harry did, before laying down, his head next to Draco's thigh. "Probably truth because you don't know if someone it loyal or not if you don't know the truth."

Harry always loved it when Draco did that. He always found a way to pick the best answer by tying it in with the other options. It was a special knack Harry loved, along with all the other things about him. There was an endless list Harry could say he loved about Draco.

"Good answer."

"Thank you very much. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?"

Harry thought about answering something deep, like his ability to love too easily or inability to let go, but he knew he probably couldn't handle it. "I wish I had abs."

"Abs?"

"Yeah, like rock hard abs, like a 8 pack."

"An 8 pack? Why," Draco asked, amused.

"Because then I'd be even sexier," he smiled.

Since Harry was laying down and the sun was shining, Harry's glasses acted as reflectors and when Draco looked at him, his eyes burned. "Sexier? Here hold on." Draco reached down and slowly took off Harry's speculators slowly. "You'd look sexiest with your glasses off."

"You like them off," Harry asked. Draco always had because he could see Harry's irises.

"Yeah, I do."

"You are the cosmetologist," Harry smirked.

"Shut up," Draco smiled, taking his fingers in the water and splashing a few drops onto the boy. He lay down next to Harry. It was tight, for it wasn't that big of a boat, and their bodies were squeezed together. Harry missed this. He missed the touch, even if it wasn't intimate. For a second he closed his eyes and imagined it was the real Draco next to him, the one he fell in love with, the one that loves him back. "You look exhausted. Do you ever sleep."

Harry laughed at that, a tired, exhausted laugh. "No, I don't."

"Go ahead and sleep."

"We are on a date that isn't a date though. I don't want to waste it, I can sleep later."

"Potter, it's fine."

Next thing Draco knew, was that he was underwater. The lake was cold, but refreshing and he met Harry up at the surface. "The hell was that for," he shouted.

"I told you I'd flip the boat of you called me Potter again," Harry smiled, more awake now.

"I hate you," Draco laughed, splashing him.

Harry and Draco both flipped back over the boat and Harry climbed on first and put out a hand for the Slytherin to take, but being who he was, or who he thought he was, Draco pulled and Harry found himself in the water again. "I hate you back," Harry responded as he gasped for air.

After getting on the dingy, the two talked for an hour or so more before heading back to the dock and going their separate ways, but before leaving Draco had one more question. "Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"Erm yeah I need to find some stuff. Besides now that there is a ball coming up, I should probably get some dress robes. You?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for some stuff too." They both laughed at their vague answers. "It was a fun date, that wasn't a date. I had a good time."

"Me too, maybe we can have another date that isn't a date."

"Maybe we can, Potter," Draco said just to piss him off, and as a result, Harry whacked Draco upside the head.

"Is 'Harry' really that hard?"

"Yes, it is."

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The rest of the week was boring and Harry was excited to go to hogsmede. He had something in mind to purchase and honestly couldn't wait.

First he went to robe shop and got dress robes from the event, along with Ron who was the happiest person in the world since he didn't have to wear his Great Aunt's.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" They were on their way to their main target, well, Harry main target. "I mean, I understand me looking but you? You're kind of in a sticky situation."

"I know my situation, but it's going to be over soon enough and then we can all move on."

"You've found a cure?"

"No but... I have a feeling?"

"Harry, a feeling isn't good enough for something as big as this."

"Never mind. I'm going to do what I feel is right, and that's the end of it."

They walked thought the door. It was a purple shop with display cases surrounding. Green velvet inside the glass boxes made all the jewelry pop, the stones absolutely glisten.

"Hi, how may I help you," the clerk asked. The shop wasn't that busy fortunately.

"Special order please, erm.. Potter," Harry replied.

"Right away sir," the funny looking man said, before going into the back room.

"Merlin, Harry, you already picked it out?" Ron stood next to him supportively, even though he didn't recommend his decision

"Yeah, I mean I've planned this for a while," Harry said low, pulling out the correct number of galleons.

The store clerk came back with a small, black box. "Perhaps you'd like to open it and make sure everything is alright?" Harry took it and ran his finger over the engraving. In gold it said "I love you," and the words "more than" in both silver and gold, and finally "I hate you," in silver.

"Harry you really over thought this," Ron exclaimed.

"I love him, a lot." Harry looked Ron in the eyes before opening the small box. Laying on top of purple velvet was a silver and gold ring, with diamonds encrusting, and three large diamonds on the front. It looked just like the necklace Harry gave Draco, which he was wearing right now. "It's perfect," Harry told the clerk and payed him graciously.

"Would you like a bag," the man asked.

"Sure," Harry said, accepting the laced bag and hiding it in his pocket anyway. "Thank you."

"You're a lucky man, Mr. Potter. Best of luck!"

"Sure he'll like it?"

"Positive," Harry smiled. "Come on, let's go look around for Hermione. When are you meeting her?"

"1:30 at The Shrieking Shack." They had an hour. Ron looked at their set of rings, searching for the perfect one. "Do you think she will like this one?" He pointed to a silver beauty. There were just so many.

"I honestly think she will love which ever one you get her. She's not that materialistic."

"I know I just want to get her the right one."

"When are you proposing?"

"Christmas hopefully," Ron smiled.

"Good I'm happy for you two."

The bell rang on the door, and Harry looked up to see Draco walking in. The room got quieter and few dirty looks were given. Draco ducked his head and went straight for counter, Harry watched him basically the whole time as he talked to the clerk.

"I'm getting this one. Oh bloody hell, I'm going to be late," Ron panicked as he called another clerk over.

"Ron," Harry out his hand on his shoulder and patted it, "she'll understand at Christmas, don't beat yourself up about it."

"Right," Ron said, hiding his purchase in his pocket as well. "You'll be alright then?"

"Yeah I'll be fine. Have fun."

"Don't cause any trouble Harry," he warned, glancing over to Draco.

"Since when do I not cause trouble?"

They boy laughed and Ron exited, a beaming look on his face. Harry walked up to Draco, excited to see him as his heart warmed.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey," Draco repeated with a stressed look on his face as he gave money to the clerk. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping out Ron."

"Really? Him and Granger? I called it in 3rd year."

That statement made him think of their flour fight then Ron and Hermione surprised them while they were making out.

Harry wanted to make out with him again.

"Yeah. Erm, would you like to go to Zonkos with me?"

"Like another date that isn't a date?"

"Sure!"

"Okay fine," Draco said, trying not to smile.

"Excellent!"

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The two were in the shop for hours screwing around the entire store. They were practically unstoppable. People would stare, but they couldn't even give them a thought, they were having so much fun. They then went to Honeydukes and Harry bought Draco his favorite candy, and Draco did the same, only by having to ask which ones were his favorite first.

There wasn't a time where they weren't laughing.

Draco invited Harry to go to the Three Broomsticks and get butterbeers afterwards.

"So back to the questions," Draco started, "if you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

"Somewhere warm, a change, like an island." Harry took a sip of butterbeer. "If you could invent any potion in the world, what would it be?"

"Probably one for headaches. I have a constant one, no matter how many potions I take."

"That's unfortunate, I'm sorry. Will whipped cream make it better?"

Draco looked up to have Harry dab whipped cream on his nose. He stuck out his tongue and tried to lick it off, inevitably failing. They both chuckled and Draco finally took it with his finger and sucked on it.

"You looked so concentrated!"

"I was! Okay erm, next question."

They carried on for a while, asking their "deep questions" and laughing at the answers given. Their butterbeers was finished and they still stayed, just talking, just like they use to.

Something had been bothering Harry, however.

"Draco, why were you at the jewelry shop?"

"I was picking up a package," Draco said, playing with his cup.

"What package?"

"A ring, why?"

Wait, could it possibly be that Draco was lying and that ring was for Harry? Could it be that Draco remembered and wanted to surprise him?

"Who's it for?"

"Astoria."

Harry's face melted of all smiles, his heart froze. "Astoria? Why her? Why a ring?"

"Well I figured since our contract says we must be married by the end of the year, might as well get it done with, right?"

"What contract? Married?" Harry went into a panic and his heart shattered.

"The Malfoys and the Greengrasses are bound in a marriage agreement."

"Since when!?"

"6th year I want to say?"

6th year? He lied to him since 6th year? Harry looked like he was going to puke, hell, we was going to puke.

"Are you okay? You look sick."

"I've gotta go," He said before sprinting away, his throat closing, his eyes automatically watering.

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Harry ran all the way to Hogwarts through Honeydukes cellar and made his way up the stairs to his common room.

"BLAISE! PANSY!"

He found the two sitting on the couch by the fire, sharing some Bertie Botts.

"Potter-"

"ARRANGED MARRIAGE? What the FUCK does he mean by arranged marriage?"

Harry attempted to keep any form of calmness in him, but there was none. How could there be?

The two just awkwardly looked at each other and then Harry to see the man in tears.

Then they ran.

And Harry followed.

The two made it into Blaise and Draco's room before slamming the door shut. Harry immediately banged his hand on the door.

"I SWEAR IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR I WILL KNOCK IT DOWN," he threatened.

Harry couldn't express his fury as much as he wanted to. He'd never been so angry, so devastated in his life.

"Just calm down," Blaise's muffled voice called from the other side of the door.

Harry slammed his fist hard against the door. "Damn you Zambini! I'm not gonna calm down!"

"Take deep breaths," Pansy ordered.

"Screw you Parkinson," Harry screamed before punching the door right where Draco's name was painted.

He put his back against the cold wood and slid down, absolutely sobbing. Thankfully the common room was empty, although he didn't care.

His heart had never burned as much as it was. He'd never felt so horrible, so deceived.

It was almost as if this was apart of Draco's plan to seduce him from the beginning, that was how much it hurt, how fooled he felt.

Harry felt the door open behind him. Pansy helped him up and sat him on Draco's bed, for he was so shaky he couldn't even properly walk.

"What arranged marriage," Harry squeaked out. Pansy spoke softly and took his hand.

"When Voldemort inducted him to being a death eater, he felt to strengthen his followers he would force young couples to marry. The Malfoy's, knowing about you and Draco's 'fake affair' decided to it was best if he married to make sure his feelings weren't real."

"But they were," Blaise chipped in. "Draco was devastated and made us promise not to tell you. He figured he could get out of the marriage before you even found out."

"That's why he proposed on your anniversary. I mean, he did love you and all, but he would of waited until you two were of age if he had a choice," Pansy continued, "but he thought if he was already bonded with someone else, it wouldn't go through."

"But then you found out about the dark mark, and Draco flipped. He honestly hates the Greengrasses and even if he couldn't be with you, he'd rather be with anybody else on this planet. And he tried to make things right with you, but he just didn't know what to say. First you drop the bomb that he's a death eater and is ordered to kill the headmaster-"

"Fuck murdering the headmaster," Harry sobbed,"he should have told me to begin with! A damn arranged marriage!"

"He told us it was the hardest thing he's ever had to do. Already seeing the heartbreak on your face was bad enough," Pansy spilled. "He didn't want to make it worse?"

"Want to make it worse! He should have told me! If he really loved me he'd of come to me the second he found out about the marriage!"

"You didn't have to hear him crying every night, now did you," Blaise said. "7th year was horrible. He couldn't even go to classes some times because he was so heartbroken. I don't even remember him talking much. He always tried to find some way to break it, the marriage, and you were his best bet. But with the war approaching, he kept running out of time, you were missing, didn't even like him, and he was prepared to die than marry her-"

"So I was just a diversion? I was just an excuse? I was just another option for him to get out of a marriage he didn't want. He didn't even care for me-" Harry let more tears cascade down his face, and he could barely talk.

"You didn't let me finish! I was going to say 'he was prepared to die rather than be with her and not you. He wanted to fight and told us that he was going to find a way to get himself killed because he couldn't deal with the pain you were giving him."

Arthur Weasley, Harry connected it.

"Didn't care about you," Pansy scoffed," all he talked about was you! Literally! I would ask him what day it was and he would start rambling about your favorite food. I would ask him about the potions homework and he would say how sexy you looked when you rolled up your sleeves!"

"He loved you. He loved you so much. He also said about marrying you, that it could potentially be the best decision of his life, just above asking you out a second time. So don't give me this bullshit that he didn't love you or care for you," Blaise reassured.

"And now he's stuck with no memory of any of this and has to go through with the marriage," Harry cried.

"We honestly thought that he'd remember by now," Pansy got up and sat next to him.

"But he hasn't. He hasn't really even gotten better at all, sorry to tell you. I had to hide these from him," Blaise stood and went to his drawer grabbing the items within and setting it on Draco's bed. "He kept having memory attacks."

Harry looked over to the items: his old Gryffindor pullover, the lion he have to him on his birthday, random love letters they exchanged throughout the previous years, old (empty) boxes of chocolates, the muggle camera, and the pictures.

"He has dreams about you almost every night though," Blaise continued.

"Dreams?"

"Yeah, he puts them as nightmares, but in the middle of the night he wakes up screaming."

"What are they about?"

"He's said you kissing him, you cheating on him with Chang, erm.. You two in the Room of Requirement kissing as well, flying, you telling him you love him, and I want to say you two crying in Snape's old office."

"Those are all our memories! How is it that he doesn't remember any of them I don't understand! He can dream them! He can say things he use to say!"

"I don't know Harry," Pansy said sympathetically.

"Why is it that literally every single damn thing in this universe is trying to keep us apart!"

But Harry didn't want them to answer because he already knew it. Maybe because they were never supposed to be together in the first place.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Just then Draco walked in, confused as to there being a sobbing Harry on his bed and his two friends consoling him.

"You ran out. Are you okay?" Was all Draco could get out. Harry grabbed his stuff and stood

"Fucking fantastic, now just leave me alone!"

Harry ran out and opened his door, slamming it in return. His cries could be heard from their room.

"What did I do," Draco asked almost innocently.

Pansy and Blaise exchanged looks and then turned back to Draco before simultaneously saying:

"Everything."