Drarry Oneshots

I Trust You

The first thing Harry noticed when he opened his eyes was the pain in his - well his entire body.

He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and rolling over on his side.

What the fuck happened? He wondered, trying to recall how he had ended up wherever he was.

"About time you woke up, Potter." Someone said, distaste evident in their voice. Harry thought they sounded kind of scary and thanked the gods shortly for not being the one they were speaking to.

Harry wrapped the blanket around him tighter, thinking about where he was and what happened. Now that Harry thought about it he couldn't remember anything. He furrowed his brows trying to remember something, his age, his name or atleast where he was.

All he got was... nothing. He started to panic slightly. Why in the fuck can he not remember his name?

"Potter!" The voice screeched again, and this time Harry peeked out through his blanket to see who the voice may belong to and to possibly tell them to shut the fuck up because he was having a crisis.

When he peeked out he was surprised to see someone who had a head of white hair staring (or rather glaring) at him. That's so weird. Why the fuck does someone who looks like they could be 12 have white hair? Is he cosplaying to be a grandpa? If he were a grandpa it would make sense considering he was laying in a hospital bed - wait - Harry was laying in a hospital bed too. What.

Harry furrowed his brows in thought and observed the way the grandpa cosplayer was glaring at him.

"What?" Harry finally asked, starting to feel uncomfortable under the harsh glare.

The white haired boy sneered at him, and looked away, "This is all your fault!"

Harry was even more confused now.

"What is my fault?"

"Everything!"

"Why?"

The white haired boy spluttered.

Harry watched him curiously, "Who are you? You look trustworthy."

"You don't know who I am?" The boy snapped his head towards him in disbelief.

"No." Harry stated, shaking his head lightly and sitting up.

"Do you know your name?"

"Uh," Harry looked around the room and then back at the boy, "nah." he shrugged.

The white haired boy stared.

"Were you the one screeching like a baby for some Potter person?" Harry asked, interrupting the silence.

Draco realized that Potter had somehow lost his memory after the incident.

"I was not screeching like a baby!" Draco protested, crossing his arms.

"Oh, so that wasn't you?" Harry asked, cocking his head, "They sounded funny."

Draco looked away.

"So what is your name?" Harry asked again.

Draco eyed him, debating if he should tell him or not. Maybe he could use Harry's memory loss against him. That would be hilarious.