Don't you remember ~ Drarry fanfiction

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I looked out the window and saw that Molly was talking to Fleur's mother and that Arthur was helping with the party tent. Ron didn't talked to me anymore and Ginny tried to make me happy, but I didn't want Ron to see us two together again. When Hermione and I packed our stuff together in her guest room, she saw that I wasn't paying attention to sorting my clothes.

'You're alright?' she asked with a worried look in her eyes.

'I.. I'm just tired.' I didn't lie. I really was tired. Because I was constantly dreaming about him. He didn't send me a letter or something and I was worried about him. Hermione suddenly said:

'Harry, I think we need to go today...'

I looked to her and I saw determination but also fear flickering in her eyes.

We sat there in silence until suddenly Molly burst open the door and Hermione quickly conjured our stuff away.

'What are you two doing here? You were supposed to help with the preparations for the wedding!'

'Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley. We will help with the preparations now.'

Hermione sent a smile to Molly, grabbed my hand and quickly walked past Molly. The door closed with a slam and Hermione and I split up. I walked to the garden and asked Arthur if I could help with something. He told me that they needed five people for the roof of the wedding tent and I helped George on the left side. The work kept me from my thoughts and soon enough I didn't thought of Draco anymore.

The guests came at noon. I had a disguise, because it was too dangerous to show myself. Instead I was going through the day as one of Ron's nephews. Ron seemed to have forgotten the kiss with Ginny, and he came to me to ask where Hermione was. At that moment I saw that Hermione was talking to Viktor, and Ron frowned.

'It's three years ago! Why would she still talk to him?!'

I grinned and left Ron to seek Molly. I wanted to thank her for everything. Suddenly a Patronus appeared at the center of the tent. It began to talk. Only two sentences, but it was enough to let everyone panic.

'Ministry has fallen. They are coming.'

At that moment, Hermione grabbed my arm and asked me where Ron was. She was scared and we ran through the crowd, trying to find him. Everywhere people Apparated or ran to seek their stuff. It was a total chaos. Suddenly Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and the last thing I saw were Death Eaters with masks and green lights.

We fell on the ground and I looked around.

'Where are we, Hermione?'

Hermione shook her head and grabbed my arm to help me. Then she picked Ron's hand. Ron cheeks turned red and I sighed. Hermione walked away and we walked behind her. We already had muggle clothes on so we didn't get recognized. After a few minutes Hermione opened her mouth.

'Were in a French place where my parents and I once have been to.'

I saw a fraction of sadness in her eyes, but it replaced very quickly with her normal, searching look.

I nodded and said:

'I hope that the Death eaters or Voldemort don't find us then.'

Ron looked at me with a stop-saying-his-name-look. Hermione said nothing and walked into one of the cafes. She picked a table in the corner of the café. I looked around and saw that two other men were the only other guests. Hermione said to us that she had everything packed in her little handbag. At that moment I saw that one of the two men made an hand movement to his trouser pocket. I didn't hesitate and shoved my chair back while I point my wand to the men. As I expected he yelled a Unforgivable curse and I quickly dodged the spell. Hermione and Ron helped me and we yelled all three: 'Paralitis!' and the two men felt against the wall. Hermione quickly walked to them and cleared their mind so they didn't knew that we were here when they woke up. Luckily the waitress didn't saw it so we didn't have to also clear her mind. We walked away and Hermione was in deep thoughts. We were all thinking of an explanation. How could that have happened? How? Did we leave a track? Do they still know we are here? Suddenly I saw a boy walking on the other side of the street. His hair was very blond, almost white and he walked very tight. I saw his jawline from here and my heart stopped for a second. I couldn't take my eyes of him. Then he turned his head and I felt tears coming up. His brown green eyes looked at me with an questioning look. He frowned at me and looked angry when he saw I was staring at him. Then he went further. I quivered and I closed my eyes against the upcoming tears. I missed him so much. I thought that boy was.. I thought he was here for me...

He kissed my cheek again and again, leaving a track of glowing lips on my skin. I moaned and let my finger slide over his chest, following the lines of his beautiful muscles. Between every kiss he said a word with his raspy, sexy voice.

'Do... you... love... me... Harry?'

I bit my lip and tilt his head up with my finger under his chin. He held his breath while he looked me in my eyes. I answered his question with a long, passionate kiss on his mouth. I slowly led him to the wall and pulled him against it. He groaned and wrapped his legs around my hips. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and he put his arms around my neck. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. His lips tasted like peppermint and sugar. His hands played with my hair while I held his legs. He stopped kissing and I felt disappointment. We looked each other in the eyes and breathed the same air. He pulled my shirt off and throwed it in the corner of the room. Then he kissed me again and I softly bit his underlip. He moaned and I felt his heartbeat against my chest. Every time his tongue touched mine, an electric shock rushed through my body. I loved him so much. I didn't want to lose him. He opened his grey eyes and looked at me with a smirk. My heartbeat raised. He made me mad with that smile. I scanned his face. His soft lips, which were a little bit swollen from the rough kissing. His perfectly shaped jawline, which was as sharp as his stern look when it looked like he saw right through me. His blond, almost white hair that was as soft as his lips and his cheeks. But most importantly his grey, cold eyes that warm up when he is kissing with me, his pupils getting bigger when he's looking at my bare chest. Everything, everything about him is perfect. He grinned when he saw that I glanced at his lips. He knew that I was waiting for him. I knew that he was teasing me. Then I continued the kiss and he grabbed my waist greedy, pulling his chest against mine.

I woke up from my flashback and sobbed.

Ron looked at me.

'Hey, are you okay?'

I leaned against a wall with my hand and wiped my tears away.

It wasn't fair.

I missed him so much.