Draco slowly opened his eyes and looked at the scene before him. Bottles of Fire Whiskey surrounded the floor near the couch - but that's not at all what he currently cared about.
Something warm and soft was pushed against his back.

He swallowed, barely remembering anything from last night - let alone hardly being able to recognize where he was.

He slowly tried to slip out of the strong arms holding him, without disturbing whoever it was behind him.

He froze when he heard the opposite person mutter something.

"Hmm... Don't leave..."

Agreeing with the mystery boy, he slid back into the warm embrace, his eyes closing as he turned so his face was pushed against whoever's chest.
He could tell it was a male, but obviously they didn't care, so why should he?

He tried remembering last night, but his pounding headache kept him from thinking back, so he stopped trying. He just let himself be embraced by the person cuddling him.

"Draco?"

Draco's heart stopped. He knew that voice from anywhere - groggy or not. It couldn't be. This must be a dream. Because no. It was impossible.
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, hoping maybe when he opened them again it would be real life.

But at the same time he wanted it to be real.
He... enjoyed the familiar comfort from this person - this person being Harry.
He enjoyed the familiar embrace. The familiar muscled arms...
But why did it feel so familiar?

"You can look at me, you know." Harry chuckled.

Draco slowly opened his eyes - yes. It was definitely a dream. Because two brilliant green eyes peered at him. Smiling back at him. And the messy black hair that fell just next to the scar on his forehead was soft. So soft between Draco's fingers, he hadn't even realized he was playing with it.

"Potter?"

"That's me," Harry bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on Draco's lips, but he pulled back, frowning, "you don't remember, do you?" His voice cracked.

Harry knew it was too good to be true. He knew Draco wouldn't remember, just by silly little stories of their relationship. He knew... oh, he knew... but he hoped, hoped so, so much, that maybe, just maybe, it was enough to get him to remember.

Because last night, when Harry looked into Draco's eyes after the kiss, it was the same Draco he remembered from before.  The same Draco that helped him fall asleep when he had a nightmare. The same Draco that danced with him... the same Draco he fell in love with.

"Maybe you could... remind me?" Draco didn't mean to say that.
Or maybe he did.

He honestly didn't know. His head was pounding, but he knew for a fact Harry's soft lips stopped the pounding for a second, as rediculous as it sounds.
He was on a hangover, yes. Surely he could blame it on that.
He should've told Harry to piss off, yes. That's what he meant to say.

Though, when Harry said "I can do that." With a sly smirk, Draco couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.

And when Harry placed his soft lips gently on Draco's, he couldn't help but kiss back.

It was all because of the hangover, yes.
He wasn't thinking straight. He'd blame it on that.
But for now, he didn't push Harry away. He kissed back.
And those lips, oh those lips, how they felt so familiar but so new at the same time made his stomach burst with butterflies.

He couldn't tell whether they were good or bad, but he didn't stop. And he knew then it wasn't a dream. It felt too real, too right.

*

"Gah...-" Draco gasped as he leaned himself against a cobble wall, placing a hand on his pounding head.

Memories of Harry and him flooded his mind. This was the fifth flashback he's had today, and it hasn't even been an hour since he escaped Harry.
It was the weekend- Saturday- and Harry had fallen back asleep.
Draco had to get out of there as soon as possible. He had to get his mind clear.

Memories of when they first kiss began replaying constantly, as if it were a scratched vinyl.

Then it switched to their first dance.

Then their second kiss.

It kept switching memories.

His vision was blurry. He could hear someone yelling at him to remember - yet it was in his head. It was himself. Begging.

Draco inhaled a sharp breath as he dropped the few books he was holding and put his full weight against the cobble wall for support.

His head pounded as if someone were inside it, beating his brain.

"Gah!" He gasped once more as he fell to the ground.

He heard hurried footsteps, "Malfoy! Ron, go get madame Pomfrey. Quickly!"

He couldn't tell who it was, he could barely hear it. His ears were filled with words from his memories. Memories of Harry.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder, "Draco? Are you okay?"

He could barely tell who it was, but he could tell from the feminine hand and the way she talked. It was Hermione.

"Grang- agh!"

Another memory.

This one was when Harry asked Draco to be his boyfriend. The rose. The contract.

Tears sprung his eyes. It hurt. There was too much at once.

"Oh Merlin..." he felt her touch his forehead, "you have a high fever. Bloody hell... what's taking Ron so long?" Hermione was in panic.

She knew how much Harry cares for this boy, so she tried her hardest to keep him calm.

"Draco, you need to tell me what's happening."

"I'm...ngh... memo-" He cut himself off by clenching his teeth.

"Memo- memories? Draco, are you remembering?"

Draco gasped and nodded as another hit, it was them at Hogsmeade, throwing snow balls at each other.

"Oh Merlin. Okay, your bodies first reaction is to resist it, because your memory was wiped. Listen to me," she put her hands on his cheeks, "try your hardest to let them in. Try not to reject them. As much as your body is trying to reject them, your brain is stronger. Accept them." She ordered.

She heard the hurried footsteps of Madame Pomfrey.

"By God! What's happened?" She ran towards Draco, sinking down to her knees.

"He's remembering." Hermione explained, "he's having flashbacks."

"Oh dear... I can't do anything. He has to let it play out." She explained, feeling his forehead, "He has a high fever. Hurry, Ronald, Hermione, help pick him up.  We need to get him to the hospital wing."

Ron and Hermione did as told, throwing each of his arms over their shoulders.

Students stared as Draco was carried away, especially Astoria, who was glaring at the three of them.

*

Harry hurried down the corridors, his heart pounding.

He remembers. He's remembering.

He swung the hospital wings doors opened and scanned the area, immediately spotting Draco's body.

He ran over to him, disappointment hitting him once he realized he was unconscious.

"Harry, dear," Madame Pomfrey's voice sighed.

"How long...?"

"He's been out for ten minutes, now. He's still having flashbacks. It's amazing. I've never seen anyone regain their memory after being Obliviated..." She looked over to Harry, "He wakes up at random times. He's only been here an hour and woke up five times now, but each time was an out burst of fits. It must hurt to get your memory back like that." She sighed and replaced the cloth on Draco's forehead with a new one.

"Is he... going to be okay...?" Harry asked quietly.

"I couldn't say. I've never seen this before, Harry. I've only heard of a few people who've gained their memory back, but each are fine... I'm sure he'll be... alright." She smiled at him knowingly

"Harry, you can stay here as long as you want. I won't be far considering his current state. So stay as long as you feel necessary." She smiled again and walked away, her heels clacking.

Harry let out a breath and sat in the chair next to the bed.
he placed his hand on Draco's, rubbing soft circles on his hand with his thumb.

He swallowed, praying to whatever God there was out there that Draco would be okay.

It wasn't long until he heard the hospital doors reopen, and slow, steady steps made their way to him.

In stepped Astoria, her arms crossed, a wicked smile taking place on her face.

"Oh, poor, poor Harry. This must be a lot for you."

Harry stood up, his fists clenching, "get. Out."

She strode towards him, "Why would I do that? Draco and I are together now, Harry. And even if he remembers, which is highly unlikely, he'll choose me over you."

"As if, Greengrasse. Get over yourself." Harry hissed. "Get out of here. You're not welcomed."

Astoria shrugged, "even if he does choose you over me, we have a marriage contract, remember? There's no breaking it."

Harry clenched his jaw.

Oh, how he wanted to punch her in the face. To attack her. To hex her... oh how he wished he could.

But he couldn't. He couldn't risk getting expelled, not now.

Luckily he heard madame Pomfrey make her way towards Draco's section, "miss Greengrasse, Visiting hours are over."

"What about Potter?"

"He's assisting me with this difficult scenario. You, my dear, are not. Off you go." She pushed Astoria away before giving Harry a small wink with a smile.

Harry smiled back, thankful.
He turned back to Draco and sat down.

Please remember, he pleaded silently.

"I love you."