When Harry woke, he found his cheek up against black silk, a distant scent of French cologne and vanilla soap lingering throughout his nose and he furrowed his eyebrows. It reminded him of Draco, so he refused to open his eyes to find it gone. With a grunt, he buried his face deeper into what he didn't know was Draco's thigh, and he wrapped his arms around his pointy knee as if it was his stuffed snake.

Suddenly he heard a small huff and a hand found its way to caress the skin and hair behind Harry's ear. "Good to see you're finally awake, lazy arse. You've kept me waiting for days," A soft voice came, and as a result, Harry opened his eyes. A chill went down his spine, and his heart skipped too many beats to count. He forgot to breathe at the sight of Draco's beautiful, beautiful eyes.

Harry tensed and he finally remembered to breathe with a sharp intake. He opened his mouth and tried talking, attempted to sit up but Draco pushed him back down gently. "Shh," he whispered. "Relax. It's okay. Relax."

"Draco," Harry's voice cracked, and his eyes stung.

"Just breathe. Everything is okay. You're okay. We're okay."

"I'm dreaming," Harry shook his head, "I have to be dreaming."

"You're not. I promise," Draco stroked his hair tenderly. "You don't remember what happened?"

Harry reached his hand up to touch his cheek, "This isn't real. It can't be." He sat up, and this time, Draco let him, in fact, he let Harry do a lot of things. He let him touch him wherever he wanted. Harry felt along his arms, and he scrunched up the sleeve of Draco's pajamas, running his fingers along his Dark Mark. Then, he looked up to Draco's neck, and he fingered the top button of his nightshirt.

When he released the button he saw the sparkle of Draco's necklace, and he hooked his index finger around it. It was warm. Draco had been wearing it long. Draco eyed him as he did so, a shy hint of a smile on his lips.

Harry cleared his shirt much quickly after that, almost ripping apart the buttons. Spreading it, Harry caught glimpse of Draco's scars, and his throat began to burn. "Whenever I have dreams, you never have these," he choked as he dragged his fingers along them, "even in my nightmares."

"What about my Dark Mark," Draco asked quietly.

But Harry didn't want to answer that. "Why...How? Do... D-do you remember me?"

"H-Harry," Draco said all too emotionally. He knew Harry had been asking himself that question every single day for the past few months.

"Do you? Or are you here because we ended up hooking up and you were too guilty to leave me here alone like the night of the ball?"

"You really don't remember what happened?"

"Just answer the question," Harry croaked with bared teeth, his heart boiling.

"Yes, Harry. Yes, I remember you," Draco looked into his eyes honestly, and proud.

"Where did we want to go when we planned to run away together?"

"America. And we wanted to move from state to state each year so that we wouldn't be found."

Harry swallowed hard, and his hand shook as he placed it to Draco's cheek. His eyebrows furrowed and he found himself searching Draco's eyes too thoroughly. "Where did we have our first kiss?"

"Harry. Relax, I remember you!" He'd heard it too many times in his nightmares.

"ANSWER ME," he shouted as if he was staring into the brink of insanity. He grabbed both sides of Draco's face, holding him tense. "Please answer me."

"Which one? You kissed me in the transfiguration classroom as revenge, and then I kissed you in the hallway hiding from-"

That was enough for Harry, and he threw himself at Draco, wrapping his arms so tightly around him, Draco couldn't breathe. He was on his back and he enclosed Harry in his embrace with a smile.

"Oh my God," he cried into his shoulder, and Draco kissed his neck softly.

"Shhh," Draco whispered, "Relax. This is exactly why I made you take the potion. It's going to be overwhelming."

"It's you?"

"Yes, Harry. It's me."

"How did we get here," he mumbled in his shoulder.

"You tried erasing your memory and I caught you right before it all happened and then we came here so we could be alone together."

"Really," Harry sat back on him, Draco's stomach being crushed.

"Really," Draco strained. "I promise."

"Oh, yeah," Harry furrowed his eyebrows, and suddenly a pit in his stomach turned over, "I remember now. You drugged me with a sleeping potion."

"I didn't want you to freak out. It was a hard enough night, you had. No need for you to have a mental breakdown or something."

"Right, because I haven't had enough of those recently!"

"Harry. You looked sick," Draco said firmly, "You still do now. Merlin knows the last time you've eaten!"

"I told you, I had chocolate the night of the ball," Harry bit. Suddenly, he felt rage and anger and hate. Fuck, Draco hurt him, it hurt looking at him, seeing him after everything. What if Draco was faking? What if he didn't remember him completely, or didn't even forget him to begin with? What if him remembering was only temporary?

That thought ripped apart anything that had come back together again. A new fear came.

"You and I both know that's not enough," Draco reached up and touched his sides. "I can see your ribs again."

"Don't touch me," Harry grabbed his hands and took them off of him, and Harry climbed off.

"Okay," Draco whispered, sitting up. "Relax. You're probably just hungry, and you can't think properly on an empty stomach. I have food for you."

"I'm not hungry," Harry swallowed.

"Don't care."

"Really, I'm not."

"Then what are you? Are you thirsty at all?"

"I...," Harry looked down, "I'm... sad."

"You're sad I remembered you?"

"No! I'm not, but... Fuck! I don't know what I am! I'm not sad, but I'm sure as hell not happy! And I'm definitely not hungry. And I'm scared and lost and confused and-"

"Hey, you, relax," Draco swallowed down his temper, "We don't need to know yet. You just woke up. We're going to get you some food, and-"

"But I'm not hungry," Harry's eyes flicked up to Draco's, and danger cowered within them.

"It's your favorite," Draco tried to stay calm for him. He knew it was going to be hard, and awkward and difficult for Harry. Who knew what he was feeling? "Eggs, bacon, I have some pumpkin juice and lots of toast."

"But-"

"Harry," Draco snapped, and he stood up, going towards the front of the room, where Harry's old clothes sat in a pile, and a plate of food sat under a heating charm. He also had various potions just in case. "I can get hot chocolate if you want," he said carefully, and he grabbed the plate and took it with him where he sat back in front of Harry.

"When did you get this?"

"When you were sleeping."

"How long have I-"

"A few days. It's Tuesday," Draco said softly.

"Tuesday?!"

"Yes, Tuesday. You know, the day succeeding Monday... the day before Wednesday," Draco started, but Harry stared off into the distance in deep thought. "It's the third day of the week, although probably in your little head it's the second day because you think that the beginning of the week starts at Monday when really it starts at Sunday. Same concept with time. You think the beginning of the day starts at seven in the morning when really it's at midnight-"

"I know what Tuesday is! And I bloody know how to tell time," Harry snapped while Draco placed the tray down in front of him.

"Sure you do," Draco rolled his eyes. "Just like you know how to brew a simple draught of Alihotsy properly."

"You realize we have classes, right," Harry said, "We have responsibilities that we have to attend to and-"

"Stupid Pumblechook is not my biggest concern right now, and neither should he be yours. You are sick, and I am here to take care of you."

"I'm not sick!"

"Harry you were in the hospital for a week. You have clinical depression, anxiety, and post traumatic stress disorder, and I understand that me losing my memory after the war did not help but-"

Harry cut him off. "Wait, how do you know what I have?"

"I was there, remember?"

"When?"

"I'm the one that carried you to the hospital wing," Draco said lightly, as if he was happy about it. Actually, he was. He wasn't happy about Harry's health or anything, but carrying him to the hospital made his heart feel all warm and fuzzy. "Are you sure you didn't lose a little bit of your memory before I got you?"

"Draco, that's not funny."

"I'm not joking, it's a genuine question." He put his hands up in the air. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," Harry bit.

"Eat. I'll feed you if you want."

"I said I'm not hungry. I kind of... my stomach hurts a little bit. What was in that potion you drugged me with?"

"I didn't drug you! And besides, when I drugged you I made sure everything was safe and I double checked it with Madam Pomphrey that it was just a powerful sleeping potion. And I read your file to make sure that you were safe."

"When?"

"I'm not answering any more questions until you eat."

"Damn you," Harry snapped nastily. His hands were shaking.

"Eat!"

"I'm not hungry!" Harry shoved his food from him.

"Okay, fine if you want to play it this way," Draco snapped. He kneeled in Harry's face, and grabbed Harry's chin. He looked him dead in the eye. "You're going to eat, or I'm going take this food, and shove it down your throat."

Harry saw red. He didn't want Draco touching him. He didn't want Draco looking at him, or breathing the same air. Out of brutal, uncontrollable anger, he slapped him.

Draco doubled over and grasped his cheek, letting go of Harry involuntarily. "Ouch! I get that you're angry, but Merlin, Harry! Calm down!"

"You want me to calm down?"

"That's what I just said," he bit, and he rubbed his cheek. "Yes!"

"How the hell am I supposed to calm down?"

"Figure it out!"

Harry scoffed. "Right! God damn it! You have no idea how this feels!"

Draco swallowed, and relaxed. He sat down across from him, in fact a little farther away. "No," he said softly. "I don't know how you feel right now. It's bloody hard to figure it out! Hell, you probably don't even know what you're feeling."

"I know what I'm feeling!"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"... I...I know what I'm feeling, damn it!" Harry didn't have any idea. How could he?

"Alright then, tell me, and I'll comfort you."

"I don't need your stupid comfort!"

"Okay, so, anger. There's one," Draco said. Harry groaned and combed his hands through his hair, staring at him with dark eyes. "Oh and frustration! There's another," he teased him.

"Damn it, I was done with you! I was," Harry stood up on his feet, pacing, "I decided I didn't care anymore! I was so bloody close to getting you out of my life, again, and then here you are, again, like some fucking lost dog that no one wants!"

Draco frowned and tried to breathe, but couldn't. "You really wanted rid of me that much? That much that you wanted to erase your own memory of me?"

"That's what you did!"

"What," Draco stood with eyes made of daggers. "How could you even fucking say that, Harry! Listen, I didn't ask for this to happen!"

"Then how did it happen, Draco," Harry snarled.

"Listen," Draco stepped to him, grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him close, "I didn't fucking want to wake up one day and find half of my life missing! I didn't fucking want to forget you! I don't have any idea how the fuck this happened, but it was not intentional. Understand?"

Harry breathed heavily, looking him dead in the eye, and he shook himself free, although something wasn't right. He looked down to see himself in not his own clothes. Wearing black silk pajamas that were too big on him, he admired the breast pocket, which was embroidered with "DM" of course.

"Why am I not in my own clothes?"

"Harry, tell me you understand that I could never want any of this to happen, past or future."

"Draco, where are my clothes," Harry bit, although he didn't care, partially. Draco's clothes were warm and cuddly, but he felt violated.

"TELL ME YOU UNDERSTAND," Draco erupted. He felt betray that Harry could even think that Draco would do this on purpose. His hands were shaking and eyes teared up. "Harry, I could never," he broke down into a cracked whisper, "I could never want to do this to you, especially after what we went through with war."

"Okay, I get it."

"Good," Draco bit, and he inhaled and exhaled loudly, and stuck out his jaw.

"Where are my clothes," Harry demanded. "The ones I wore in here. Where are they?"

"They're in your bloody room with all of your things!"

"Why am I not in them?"

"Harry, merlin, calm down! They're pajamas!"

"Why am I not in them," he repeated just a bit louder.

"I wanted you to be comfortable, I don't know! I thought you'd appreciate it," Draco stuttered, much more nervously than how he intended. He was nervous. Very nervous. What if this didn't end well? What if he lost Harry? What if-

"Appreciate it?"

"You always used to wear my clothes after the war," Draco argued.

"Those weren't even mine," Harry sneered, "They were Sirus's!"

"Well, I wore them after you did, and so therefore, they reminded me of you, so I wore them," Draco crossed his arms. "What's the big deal? They're my pajamas and they're nice, and I wanted you to be warm."

"You saw me naked."

Draco almost laughed. "Yeah. Yes, I did. I saw you naked. That's what people do when they have to put on clothes. They have to be naked."

"You did that when I was asleep?"

"Yes. I did! And you know what else I did? I kissed you on the forehead! Someone come arrest me now," he held his hands out as if he greeted handcuffs. "I bloody well kissed Harry Potter when he was sleeping!"

Harry stuck out his jaw. "I didn't give you bloody permission to see me naked," he shrunk his shoulders.

"Harry! Are you fucking kidding me," he untangled his own arms and ran one through his hair. "How many times have I seen you naked?"

"It doesn't matter!"

"Really, considering you were well eager to get your pants off three nights ago when I barely remembered you!"

"Fuck you," Harry spat, and he turned, not wanting to even look at him.

Draco bit his lip, and swallowed. He didn't think this would be this hard. He expected Harry to be happy that they could be together- well, remotely. Maybe a little confused, but happy.

He spoke softly. "Harry, it's me. And I could never... ever even think about doing anything to you that would make you uncomfortable. And I know that's the same for me. That's why I let us have sex the night of the ball. I knew you wouldn't hurt me. I knew you could never. I trust you. I need you to trust me, too."

"It's not the same," Harry said.

"It's hard to understand it is the same."

"No," Harry shook his head. "I don't feel like I'm talking to my bloody boyfriend, I feel like I'm talking to a complete stranger! This is awkward. Really awkward!"

"After the war was awkward, too, and somehow we still were able to shag on every single surface at Grimmuald Place!"

"I don't want sex with you right now, though!"

"Did I ask you for sex?"

"No," Harry bit his lip.

"So why would we have sex if you didn't want it and if I didn't want it." Draco walked to him, but Harry stared at the ground. "I'm your friend, Harry. A pretty important one, too. Your soulmate..."

Harry stood still, and eerie calmness covering his face. "Right. Soulmate." Silence passed and Draco regretted bringing it up, because it certainly wasn't a normal silence. "Magically bound, right? That's how that works."

Draco nodded. "We have a connection on the magical level, yes."

"Oh, good to finally know, I have a soulmate. Kinda like finding out I'm a wizard, or learning I could talk to snakes... you know, one of those quirky things you just find out years after you should have known, even though someone else already seems to know much before I do."

"I did that on purpose."

"Did you now," Harry bit.

"Well, it was sort of instinct," Draco fell shy. "I didn't know it when I first started the plan but I guess when I look back at it, it could have been our connection that made me want mess with you. It would have been overwhelming to tell you our first real date after I found out. And then everything was going well so I forgot—I didn't really think about it," he corrected himself. "And then I wanted to 5th year but the war was starting and I knew that if the Dark Lord ever found out that we were he would have killed me no doubt. So it's sort of a good thing you didn't know."

"A good thing I didn't know?"

"And I didn't want our relationship to get lazy. If you knew and I knew then we wouldn't have, I dunno, fought as hard. We would have not... the fact of us being soulmates would have a lot of weight and we'd start being with each other because 'he's my soulmate' not because 'he loves me.'"

"Oh, you didn't want us to get lazy, that's all. Then why am I stressing, god, I must look like a total arse right now. My friend and my soulmate would rather see me suffer than stop pain he caused whilst knowing we'd end up together no matter what. I spent months sick in a forest, the war, angry at myself because I couldn't get over my stupid boyfriend turned death eater. I thought I was some hopeless freak because I couldn't get over someone who betrayed me on the deepest level when really, we were fucking soulmates this whole time. I'm stuck with you now. I can't have anyone