Harry groaned as he slowly sat up in the all too familiar hospital bed. He rubbed his fingers over his left eyebrow as a migraine split his skull;  memories of what happened yesterday flooding his mind.

He groaned and closed his eyes at the pain, before reopening them to scan the area.

Shit, he thought to himself, madame Pomfrey is going to hang me.

He looked to his bedside table to see multiple gifts (mainly candy), along with a single rose.

Frowning in thought, he stretched over to grab his glasses - incase he mistaked the rose for something else. His heart hammered once he realized he hadn't, and that there was, indeed, a single rose in a vase.

There was a small card at the bottom of the vase, but only one thing was on the front of it; D. M.

Harry swallowed thickly as he grabbed the card. He stared at it for a second, before opening it, revealing a small note;

Meet me at the Astronomy tower tonight at midnight. On the dot. If you're late, I'll assume you're too injured.

-D

Harry could recognize that hand writing from anywhere; his hopes began to rise. That was Draco's hand writing. He knew it was. Maybe he remembered. Maybe he was going to tell Harry he did... or maybe not. Maybe he was wrong.

But Harry couldn't help but hope.

He looked down at his watch; it was only two in the afternoon... he still had a few hours to wait.

The familiar clack of Madame Pomfrey's shoes brought Harry back from his thoughts. He put the card back and slid back against the bed so he was lying down; readying himself for an earful from Madame Pomfrey.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." She had her hands on her hips again; her lips pursed, "I've seen you in here quite a lot this year." She glared down at him.

"S-sorry..." Harry stuttered.

"You better be! But sorry for yourself, is what you should be!" She exclaimed. "your ribs were almost completely healed! And you know I cannot mend your ribs, for they are too Close to your important organs! You're lucky Mr. Malfoy caught you before you hit the ground, I'll tell you that. Your ribs would've been severely injured. I warned you not to play quidditch until my say!" She ranted, but Harry cut off the rest of her words.

All he could think about was the fact that Draco had stopped him from falling. Draco had caught him.
His hope increased, maybe he did remember.

*

At eleven thirty, Harry painfully got out of bed. He knew he shouldn't be moving so much - considering his current state - but he had to get to the Astronomy tower. He had to know what Draco wanted.

He quietly snuck out of the hospital wing and made his way through the corridors. Surprisingly, he ran into no teachers, and made it to the Astronomy tower quicker than he expected. He was early, it was only eleven fifty, but if he knew Draco, he was sure enough to be there already. Waiting.

Harry walked into the opened area, his eyes landing on the blond, who was leaning over the guard rail. Harry leaned against the door frame for support - it really winded him walking up all those stairs. Especially in his current condition.
He moved his hand to his right rib in an attempt to ease the pain.

"You're early." Draco commented as he turned around to face Harry.

Harry smirked and shrugged, which hurt, "You hate it when I'm late."

Draco furrowed his brows, "How would you know? We've never hung out before now, Potter."

Harry's heart stopped, he doesn't remember.

Any hope he once had flew out the window at Draco's words.

Draco saw the paled look on Harry's face, and the way his eyes seamed to cloud over. He also noticed how Harry's hand was on top of his ribs - signaling he was in pain.

"Never mind... what did you... want...?" Harry asked, disappointment clearly evident on his features as he averted his eyes.

"Why do I care for you so much?" Draco didn't even have time to think about the words that were coming out of his mouth - they just kind of... blurted out.

At that sentence, Harry's eyes snapped back towards Draco, "what do you...-?"

"I bloody care about you, Potter." Draco's voice shook, "Why? You always hated me. Why the hell did I save you? Why did I feel the need to help you? And why am I missing so much out of this year? I can't remember a damned thing!"

Harry could see how frustrated Draco was. Like he was about to break down. But Harry's heart broken even more when Draco said 'you.' not 'we', but 'you.' He said 'you always hated me.'

Draco was frustrated. So, so frustrated. He couldn't remember anything. No matter how hard he pushed his brain to remember, he just couldn't. It was killing him. It was like he was missing an entire section of his life.

"Please, just fucking tell me. Because I know this has something to do with you." Draco lifted his eyes to meet Harry's again, and Harry picked up on the amount of desperation swimming in the blonds eyes.

Harry sighed and looked away, "I can't."

"Why not?" Draco's voice quivered, "Please, Harry."

Harry flinched at the use of his name. He hasn't heard Draco say it in so long... it felt foreign. It made him want to cry.

He looked at Draco's pained eyes. And finally, Harry caved.

"You were Obliviated." He said, his voice dull. "and before then, we were a couple."