Harry opens his eyes.

He grabs his newest note and decides that if he's gonna keep getting these, he needs a better place to hide them.

What do you do,
When you find amnesia in the eyes that taught you how to love,
Fists in the place of palms that picked your pieces up from the dirt,
And aggression in the voice that tucked you into bed every night.
When familiarity starts stealing clothes from random strangers,
It stops smelling like the sweatshirt you stole from its wardrobe,
Last winter.
It forgets things.
All the things you wish it did and some you never thought it would.
It doesn't hide in sugar boxes in high kitchen cabinets anymore.
It doesn't keep the alarm clock away from your side of the bed.
It doesn't remember why its clothes are on the same shelf as yours
Or why it has to stay up till you return back from work.
It calls you by your first name and stops mid-sentence every time.
You forget to call it by its.
What do you do,
Oh lover,
When the only person who knew you better than your favorite ex,
Doesn't remember all the things it promised it would never forget."
-Zuha Kachklar

God, it hurts. Every word in the poem drips with pain and sadness, and Harry feels like it's taking a serious toll on him.

He sighs, reaching under his pillow and grabbing the other notes. He searches for a place to put them, deciding on one of his drawers in his dresser.

He opens the drawer and the notes fall to the floor.

With trembling fingers, he reaches out and grabs it, staring at the glint in the rising sunlight.

A gold chain with the letter D is hanging from his fingertips.

Draco.

God, how had he not realized? The blonde hair from his dreams, the sketchy answers about a girlfriend, those grey eyes, the H necklace that he had stopped wearing, the handwriting, for fuck's sake.

It was Draco all along, and Harry was the idiot who hadn't realized his lover was sitting right next to him, hurting.

He picks up the notes with still-shaking hands and leaves the room.

He doesn't stop walking until he reaches the Great Hall, and then he freezes, staring at Draco from across the room.

He walks slowly up to the Slytherin table, where Draco is once again, the only one there. In fact, they're the only two people in the whole room.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Already, Draco's mask is starting to crumble.

Harry dumps the notes onto the table.

"Have an admirer, Potter?" Draco asks with a half-hearted sneer.

"Yeah, I think I do," Harry replies softly, setting the necklace on top of the notes.

Draco makes a small noise. "I was wondering when you'd find that," he says hoarsely. "Where was it?"

"My drawer."

"You lost it," Draco says in wonder, holding up the chain with trembling fingers. He pulls his own necklace out of his sweatshirt pocket, placing it on the table next to the gold one. "That's why we were fighting."

"Fighting?"

Draco smiles sadly. "It's okay, you won't remember anyway. You can just pretend nothing ever happened here. You know the truth now, you can move on. Sorry for wasting your time."

"Draco."

"Really, it was stupid of me to think that you could ever really love me again, especially after-"

"Draco."

Draco stops talking, staring wide-eyed at Harry.

"It wasn't stupid."

And then Harry closes his eyes, leans over the table, and kisses Draco.

A blinding pain shoots through his head, and everything floods him at once.

"Potter." Draco approaches him sadly, holding out a hand. "I'm sorry."

"Call me Harry."

*

Harry grabs Draco's hand, swinging it lightly as the blonde stares at him.

"Harry, we're in public!"

"Nobody's awake but us. Which one's yours?"

Draco points at one of the dozens of collections of stars in the sky. "Draco."

"I feel like your name doesn't match much to stars. It reminds me of dragons."

Laughter. "Dragons?"

"Yeah. Big, scary, but I imaging when you get close enough, they're sweethearts."

Draco's blush is unmistakable, even in the dark, and Harry kisses him for the first time.

*

"Shh!" Harry giggles, dragging Draco into a closet as a group of people pass.

"I hope there's a day where we don't have to hide this," Draco whispers.

"Me too."

*

"Harry... um, well, I got you this."

"Draco... it's beautiful. I can't believe you actually bought a gold necklace. Did it hurt your Slytherin heart to buy something so horribly Gryffindor?"

"I'd do anything for you." A sickeningly sweet, sarcastic smile, and Harry laughs, hitting his shoulder.

Draco clasps the necklace around Harry's neck, and his breath is taken away when he sees Harry wearing it.

*

"I've decided to return the favor and betray every Gryffindor ever. Behold."

"Never say behold agai- holy shit, it's beautiful."

"I went to the same place you got yours."

"Fuck, thank you, Harry."

"Anything for you, Draco."

*

"Hey Draco?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"Do you really?"

"I do."

"I love you too."

*

"Where's your necklace?"

"I don't know, I lost it!"

"You lost it?!"

"Don't worry, I'll find it."

"Did you even try to look for it?"

"Draco, I'll find it."

"Do you even care?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Do you even care? About the necklace, about me, about our relationship? Or is this just to get your rocks off until we're out of this oppressive shithole, and then you'll go bang every guy you see?"

"Where is this coming from? I love you, Draco, and-"

"Harry?"

Both heads turn to face Ron, who is staring at them with horrified eyes.

"Harry, what the fuck?"

"Ron, I-"

Ron points his wand at Harry, all shreds of friendship gone in an instant.

"Ron, what the fu-"

"Obliviate!" Draco shouts at Ron at the same time Ron shouts "Stupefy!"

The Obliviate bounces off of Ron's Stupefy, and both spells hit Harry right in the head, and the boy falls to the ground.

Harry opens his eyes.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, he sees.

-- end --

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