"Harry, can I borrow your invisibility cloak for like two minutes," Draco asked, closing his eyes, just imagining the look on someone's face if they saw him.
"I don't know, can you?"
Draco took the towel draped along his abdomen and slapped Harry with it. "Smart arse."
Draco left, completely naked, only to find Harry's trunk at the foot of the bed. On top was all of Draco's things given to Harry when he had his memory wiped from him.
"Hey! I was looking for these," Draco called, pulling out their old photos, the Gryffindor hoodie, his stuffed lion, and various other trinkets from their relationship.
"Sorry! Blaise gave them back to me when you kept having memory attacks."
Draco took the photo of Harry kissing him on the cheek and smiled at it. "This was two years ago."
"So much has changed," Harry commented as he pulled out his uniform.
"So much has," Draco agreed, "for the much much better."
"The much much much better," Harry kneeled next to Draco and kissed his cheek, just like he did in the picture.
"Do you still have the pocket watch?"
"Erm, I think it's broken," he answered, and began searching for the old time teller. It was at the bottom of the trunk and it popped up after Harry yanked its chain.
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1267.
Harry immediately smiled as his heart beat out of his chest. He was paralyzed with happiness.
"What," Draco asked.
"It's not broken. It was stuck on 1260 for the past five months. And its been one week since you got your memory back, which means you love me again, or at least remember it."
"I do love you, very very much, Harry," Draco turned him and kissed his forehead before grabbing his items and the invisibility cloak and going across the hall to change.
Harry smiled and assembled on his clothing. It was only when he pulled over his sweater vest and tucked in his tie, did a shirtless ferret sneak behind him in the mirror and put his slytherin tie loosely on top of Harry's gryffindor one.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the hands surrounding his neck and Draco popped out from behind him, smiling. "Almost ready," he questioned.
"Help me with my shirt?"
"And why should I do that," Harry hardly smirked.
Draco kissed Harry persuasively by grabbing the back of his head and tugging at his hair, just smashing their lips together. On top of his tiredness biting at him, he grew dizzy and breathless.
"That's why," Harry said anxiously, licking his lips. Draco grabbed his shirt and positioned it around his shoulders, putting his arms through the holes. Harry, with the upmost focus, started buttoning the white material and Draco watched him. When he reached the middle of the shirt, Draco craned his neck and kissed Harry yet again, grabbing his cheek.
"Your kisses are like my caffeine," the blonde said, his eyes looking into Harry's own closed ones.
"I hope I can keep you awake today," Harry said only to give him a few more pecks as he placed his hand on Draco's chest. Draco kissed him long and deep, his passion and love leaking from his saliva. Harry moaned and rubbed his skin, reaching behind his shirt.
"Now, we could stay here for 7 minutes and sprint to class, barely make it, or we can finish this up now and make it there on time," Draco gave the options.
They arrived to potions, sweaty and winded, just as the bell rang.
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The day was exhausting, both boys hitting fatigue by 10:30; they almost fell asleep in every class. Before detention, they even had to go to the hospital wing to get a pepper-up potion, just to make it through the night.
Once arrived at Pumblechook's office, the boys were forced to sit on opposite sides of the room and were told to do lines through 96 inches of parchment.
The first few hours went smoothly, but suddenly, Draco was writing what he was supposed to, but the quill was writing something else.
"He's too good for you," and "he could do so much better," appeared on the page, and Draco couldn't tell if it was his quill or his subconscious.
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"Do you want to crash in my room, I'm sure Ron wouldn't mind as long as we were quiet," Harry asked as they were walking back from detention. There had been an awkward silence and finally Harry decided to fill it.
"Erm, no it's okay, I mean, there are only two more hours until we have to get up anyway. Might as well not get comfortable," Draco said, unsure and quiet. Detention lasted until 4:00 in the morning.
"What?"
"I don't want to cramp you bed though. It's okay."
"We could go to the Room of Requirement and sleep," Harry suggested.
"I mean, if you want to."
"Draco, are you alright," he asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, Harry, just tired."
"Alright..."
They made their way to the Room of Requirement and it conjured up the room they had met up in for dates and Christmas gatherings, a four-poster bed ready to be laid in. The boys stripped, but Draco did it more slowly.
Harry waited for Draco and when they got into bed, he immediately wrapped his arms around him. Draco buried his head into Harry's chest and held onto him protectively.
"Good night, Draco."
"Good morning, my love."
Harry kissed the top of his head.
And Draco found himself clinging onto Harry as if he was his only lifeline.
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During classes, Draco had completely avoided Harry and Harry didn't understand why. Although, the sleepiness covered a mental film over them, they weren't thinking properly, and it's not like they had completely gotten over the memory loss incident. Pumblechook took note of the behavior.
The next detention, Draco swallowed hard as he was told they would be separated again. He was sent to the storage closet outside of the Charms classroom, to clean and organize it, wandless again. Harry was forced to stay there.
When he opened the door he found himself in a room filled with so many books, he couldn't see. His task was to put them in alphabetical order, but he knew that wouldn't happen within the night. He got to work, filling up shelves and clearing the piles.
Under one of the bigger piles, lay a trunk, dusty and moldy. Draco debated on opening it, but he knew with Pumblechook's deceiving, psychotic mind, he would be force to go back if he skipped a pile.
When he opened it, he was forced back due to an unseen force, and dust was thrown everywhere, forcing him to shield his eyes. He started coughing and he stood, only to find Harry standing above him when he opened his eyes.
"Harry! How did you escape Pumblechook?"
"Don't call me that," Harry bit, a look of disgust on his face.
"What?"
"You're nauseating, you're vile."
"Harry what are you talking about?"
"How could you ever think I love you?"
"Harry! No, what are you saying?"
"You're not good enough for me. There are so many better people out there, which are so better than you. Better than a filthy death eater."
It took him a second to realize he was talking to a boggart, but that idea wasn't grasped firmly enough because he kept thinking the body before him was real, and what he was saying was real.
"No matter what you do, I know that I could do so much better," the boggart chanted. "I'm too good for you, and you could never live up to me. I'm going to end it with you, even if it takes me days, weeks even."
Draco found himself covering his ears and backing up against the wall. He didn't have a wand. He couldn't make it go away.
The only thing he could do was wait for the door to unlock.
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It was 6:30 in the morning when Draco made it back to the defense against the dark arts classroom. He was crying and shaking. The boggart hadn't stopped talking the entire time, hours on end. It made him rethink the whole relationship and Harry's feelings for him.
Draco stood outside the door, wiping tears from his face and taking a deep breath before he walked into the room. He just went up and took his wand not even looking in the professor's direction. Harry got up and grabbed his own wand as Draco rushed out the door.
"Draco," he called.
He didn't answer, but just kept walking, ignoring his calls. At the moment he wanted to punch a wall in.
"Draco," Harry shouted, running up to him. "Draco, what's wrong with you?"
Draco just kept walking, as if Harry wasn't there.
"Draco, damn it! What the hell is wrong with you? What happened in there," Harry begged, getting angry. "Draco!"
He took him and pinned him to the wall.
"I'm talking to you! What the hell happened! Have you been crying?"
"Harry, just please, I'm fine, just leave me alone."
"Just tell me what happened to you!"
"Harry, leave me alone," Draco said sterner, all tears gone from his eyes.
"Draco, please just tell me what's wrong!"
"Potter, get off of me," he shouted, using his strength to muster Harry off of him. He left Harry standing there, wondering how two days ago, they were making out in the shower, and now he wouldn't even talk to him.
He could only wonder.
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The next day, or should I say 45 minutes later, they didn't speakat all, and Draco avoided him to every extent. The reason: he thought what the boggart said was a completely true statement and he didn't want the real Harry to end it with him once and for all.
Although, it would be much easier to think if they hadn't been running on 3 hours of sleep every day that they got from napping during dinner. Harry would try to reach out to Draco but he would shut him away. He hid during the two hours before dinner, and Harry found himself looking at his seat across the hall, figuring he should be alone for the time being.
"Where's Draco," Hermione asked, only to taunt him more.
"I don't know. He hasn't spoken to me all day. I don't know what's going on to be honest with you," Harry said solemnly.
"Do you think he's having second thoughts?"
"Why would he be? I love him and he knows that, and he loves me, it's not that difficult."
"Yeah but sometimes the demons come back, Harry."
"Maybe he's just tired?"
"Maybe..."
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Once arrived at detention, they were told to sit together, although Draco sat at the very edge. His eyes were poled with darkness and wrinkles were forming, as well as Harry's due to the lack of food and sleep. Their irritability level was massive and classmates and friends started to notice.
"You two have worked very hard these past few days," Pumblechook said, raising an eyebrow, "Which is why I decided to cut your detention short. As long as you two keep what you're doing up, I'm sure we will get over this bump in the road quickly," he almost had a smile on his face, but what Draco saw was a malicious act of mocking. He knew. Oh he knew. "Mr. Potter, once you write the letter of recommendation and put it on my desk, you both are dismissed."
Harry gave a sigh of relief as Draco just crossed his arms and hugged himself. Pumblechook went upstairs to his office while the two had to stay in the classroom.
"Hey," Harry smiled, turning to Draco, "We're free," he whispered. Draco just stared off into space, blinking vigorously. "Are you alright? Have you been having nightmares?"
The slytherin nodded his head. He had, but they were alive, living within him, constantly biting at him.
"After this is over we could go to the Room of Requirement," Harry suggested," We could just sleep."
Draco swallowed, shutting his eyes and putting his head down on the desk. Harry rubbed his back a bit before concentrating on the letter he was about to fake.
There was an awkward silence as he scribbled on the page, and finally when he signed it, Draco stood, refusing to look Harry in the eye. Harry just furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to Pumblechook's desk, placing it in the center.
"We need to talk," he told Draco, causing the blonde's heart to race. Draco was genuinely terrified. They made their way to the room of requirement and the silent tension grew between them. The room offered the same cubical they normally went in and they both sat down on the couch. Harry was ready to pull him close and hold him, but Draco scooted all the way to the opposite side of it.
"I feel like we haven't talked in forever," Harry started.
Draco sat there, shaking his leg and biting his lip, staring off into space. Harry watched him silently, barely breathing. He looked like he wanted to cry again.
"You hate it when people shake their leg. It irks you," Harry said quietly. Draco just stopped shaking it, blinking again. "Are you just going to sit there and stare off into space or are you going to tell me what's on your mind?"
"How was detention," Draco replied sharply, still looking in front of him, biting his lip.
"It was fine," Harry said confused, caught off guard from the question.
"Did Pumblechook talk to you at all," Draco swallowed.
"No, he was actually quite respectful the whole time, which was surprising."
"Good for you."
"And yours?"
Draco was silent for a long while before speaking in a ghostly tone. "When are you going to realize you could do so much better than me?"
"What," Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow, sitting up in a crisscross position," What are you talking about?"
"Harry, I'm not good enough for you and you know it deep down so why don't you just admit it to yourself and we can move on with our lives?"
Harry wanted to laugh as if Draco were playing a joke on him. "And where would you be getting this from?" Realizing Draco wasn't by him wiping his eyes, Harry questioned, alarmed, "What happened in detention yesterday?"
"Nothing," Draco answered all too quickly.
"Draco, answer me."
"I didn't have my wand, okay," Draco bit unexpectedly," I couldn't do anything about it."
"Do anything about what?"
Draco answered after a moment or two of nauseous silence. "There was a boggart."
"A boggart? And?"
"Harry," Draco finally said a little louder, turning to him, "you know what my biggest fear is."
"Losing me," he said just above a whisper, thinking more to himself, his heart fluttering and chipping at the same time.
"Losing you. I was stuck in there for six hours, six Harry. And you stood there and mocked me and told me I could never be good enough for you for six goddamned hours. Oh and on Monday, Pumblechook talked to me about being a death eater and about you, and on Tuesday he made me do lines and they all said the exact same thing no matter what I wrote it said the exact same thing over and over and over-"
"He's been torturing you and you haven't told me!"
"Well-"
"Why are you even listening to him?"
"Don't you get it? It's because I believe it." Draco stood, "I always have, ever since you didn't shake my hand, I knew it was because I could never compare to the Great Harry Potter! That's why I hated you for years, that's why I thought I could outsmart you by pulling the prank on you, that's why we had so many arguments in 6th year about it, that's why I questioned you when you proposed to me. Because I know one day when you wake up, you're going to realize that you could do so much better than me and you're going to fall in love with a Swedish underwear model and leave me alone to wallow in my own sorrow. Everyone who has told me it, including Pumblechook, just makes me know it's true even more. I've believed it since the first time I met you, I'll believe it until we die, because you are so special, and so extraordinary, and I'm just a follower from a washed up family. I don't deserve someone as astonishing you!"
Harry sat there in silence, looking at Draco as if he had grown three heads before softening. "I didn't know you felt that way."
"I do," Draco said, turning away from him.
"Wait who has told you that you aren't good enough for me?"
"Weasley-"
"Ron? You're serious?"
"Over summer."
"Snape over the summer in 6th year too, just before Hogwarts. Pansy has too before."
"I thought he loved us being together."
"She does," Draco sniffed, "But that doesn't mean that there aren't other people out there, smarter than me, better looking than me, nicer than me," he swallowed and swallowed hard, "braver than me. And it's like sitting on an exploding snap waiting for you to realize it."
"Why have you been hiding this from me for so long? Why didn't you trust me enough to tell me?"
"I've hinted at it before. And besides, it would induce you breaking up with me anyway."
"Break up with you? Why would I break up with you," Harry stood.
"I already told you. I'm not good enough for you!"
"Oh would you stop acting like a child?"
Draco stared at him with wild eyes.
"You heard me. Stop acting like a child and making things complicated. You know I love you, and I know you love me. Why are you making it any harder than that? You're just pitying yourself," Harry scoffed. He was growing angry, knowing that Draco had hid this from him, well had even thought it anyway.
"Harry, don't you see how scared I am? Girls hang around you all the time, and if the world knew you were gay, so would thousands of men too! You get what, hundreds of letters everyday from fans!"
"You don't think I'm not scared too? Draco, I'm absolutely terrified! You're legally engaged to a girl you don't even know, who won't break a contract binding you together! What if she won't stop it, and you're forced to be with her? What if along the way you actually get to know her and fall in love with her?"
"You're sick to think I would fall in love with that cow!"
"You're sick to think I would leave you!" Draco groaned in frustration and began walking out the door on to have Harry stop him. "Where are you going?"
"I just need to be alone okay," Draco bit, turning back to Harry. Harry wanted to argue it but he could see there was so much more bothering him than just a small fight with his fiancée. He saw
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