Memories my boy, memories

Chapter 1- the beginning

EDITED - 29/08/21

Harry woke up from yet another dreadful sleep, he was beginning to wonder when the next time he would have a good sleep will be.

He casted a tempus charm and saw that the time read '4:39am' so he went to the bathroom to wash his face; to erase the stain the nightmare left on his eyes. He dried his face with the towel next to the sink and left the bathroom, seeing his handsome boyfriend sleeping peacefully in the bed next to his. He loved that his boyfriend could sleep peacefully with no rude interruptions, but at the same time, he envied him for that.

He hopped back into his bed — less enthusiastically than that sounded — and began to drift off into his thoughts.

The one that the train of thought delivered first was "why did I accept the invitation to come back to Hogwarts for eighth year?" and it was a big question for him.

He came to the eventual conclusion that being in Grimmauld place 24/7 was boring and his boyfriend, Draco, was going.

His train of thought silently steered away as the boy sitting in the bed next to him began to wake, Harry got up from his bed and walked over to Draco's.

"Good morning, my Dray." He said with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Hazza." He returned, stretching his arms and smiling also.

"How was your sleep?" Harry asked, knowing the answer.

"It was amazing, that was the first time we slept in the same room together. I felt safe." Draco answered, making Harry blush, "how was yours?"

"Oh uh, mine? It was good." Harry rushed the sentence causing Draco's head to tilt in confusion, Harry ignored it, "So, what lessons do we have today? I have not had time to memorise my timetable yet since it is the first day back."

Draco drops the previous subject and continues the conversation, "Oh, I am pretty sure we have DADA with professor Vector, he is a new guy." Harry nods and goes back to his bed to fix it up.

"So, Harry," Draco questioned, "what time do you want to head down to breakfast?"

"What is the time now?" Draco casted a tempus charm and it read '7:41am', "Leave the room by eight, be there for five past eight?" Harry nodded and they went separate ways to get dressed.

Harry got out a pair of baggy tracksuits, a hoodie and a t-shirt from his closet and got dressed. They were allowed to wear their own clothes due to the fact that they are eighth years, there are also many more perks that come with that: they get their own eighth year table and dorms, they were allowed to chose who they roomed with and they are free to go to Hogsmeade whenever they please.

Draco also went to his closet and got out a pair of jeans and a cropped jumper, it took him longer to get dressed because he had to get his hair perfect. It was the most important part of the morning.

Once they were both finished, they left their dorm at eight, the time they intended, and went to the great hall.

It took them five minutes to get there, which they expected, and entered.

they headed to their table and sat next to Ron and Hermione (who for the record, had also recently became a couple). Pansy and Blaise had not come down for breakfast yet.

"Look who it is!" Hermione said joyfully as she got up and hugged Harry, "I have not seen you in ages!"

"Harty! I mrwissed ypou!" Ron said with a mouthful of food and Hermione hit him with a book. They both also greeted Draco, who they knew was dating Harry. Like good friends, they did not have a problem with it.

"I missed you too, guys." Harry said less enthusiastically as them which caused Hermione to frown, she had suspected something was up with Harry. This increased her suspicion.

Draco put himself two fried eggs two sausages and a toast for breakfast which he was thoroughly enjoying. Harry, on the other hand, could not bare the idea of food, it made him sick to his stomach, Draco noticed Harry had not put anything to eat.

"Harry, why aren't you eating?" he inquired.

"Not particularly hungry." He lied with a fake smile on his face.

"Well, you have to eat something, Headmistress Mcgonagall said lunch will be cancelled today due to a speech she needs to give to the first years," Draco spoke, and Hermione nodded in agreement.

"He has a point, Harry." She pitched in.

"Fine, I will eat something." Harry sighed and hesitantly picked up a toast. He ended up eating half of it, momentarily feeling proud of himself. That was until he felt the familiar sense of nausea.

"Harry? Are you alright? You look quite green." Draco said with worry, Harry did not respond, instead he rushed out of the great hall, his boyfriend hot on his tail.

Draco followed Harry into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, where Harry collapsed in front of a sink and began to spew out his breakfast and whatever else he had eaten in the last two days, which was not much.

"Oh my, Harry! Are you alright?" Draco dramatically asked.

Harry had finished throwing up and answered Draco, "Yeah. I am fine."

"Fine? How could you be fine? You just threw up! I have to take you to the hospital wing!" Draco exclaimed, helping Harry get up.

"No, I really do not think that is necessary-"  Harry was interrupted, "Yes it is necessary! You must be sick!" Draco repeated. Harry sighed and went along with it, not wanting to tell Draco he had a diagnosed eating disorder. "Okay, fine."