Drarry Love

Amnesia

"I can't Draco. I'm leaving forever. This will never work between us." Harry said as the tears began to fall down his face. I got up and put the ring back in my pocket. "What do you mean Harry?" I asked, my heart sinking. "Draco Lucius Malfoy I hate you!! I will never love you!!" He screamed before running away. I was left with a broken heart and a wedding ring in my pocket.

I got up on my broom. I decided to fly around London and see all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. As I did. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt and the way he tasted like candy. Ron had made it a point to make sure I knew that Harry was happy with his new little whore Ginny. But I couldn't help but feel that he was somewhere feeling lonely even though she's right beside him. I couldn't help but wonder when she uses those words that hurt him, would he read the ones I wrote him, telling him he was wonderful and perfect and amazing. Then began the wondering if it was just a lie. If what we had was real, how could he be fine when I'm not fine at all. I landed at the manor and went straight to my room. I landed on my bed and remembered the day he told me he was leaving. I remembered the tears running down his face and the dreams he left behind, I guess he didn't need them like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to him and the memories that I just cannot escape cause I'm not fine at all. The pictures we had taken; they never left my wall. I admit I like to see them especially when I feel alone. Blaise keep asking why he's not around. It really hurts to know he's happy, it hurts that he's moved on. It's still hard to hear his name when I haven't seen him in so long. It's like we never happened. Was it just a lie? I really really wanted to wake up with amnesia so I could forget all those stupid things he did that made me smile and laugh. I didn't want to remember. But if there was a day when I woke up with him right beside me, like all of this was just a twisted dream, I'd hold him closer than I ever did before and he'd never slip away. I would never have to say that I wish I had amnesia. I wanted to forget the day he said he was leaving, our hopes and dreams, our kisses and hugs, the tears running down his face. I'm really not fine at all. Tell me this is just a dream. I'd kill for this just to be a dream. A knock at the door forced me up and down the stairs. The knocking was now louder. I opened the door, ready to hex my visitor to Azkaban. A set of arms wrapped around me, black hair tickling my nose and the frames of glasses imprinting in my shoulder and neck. I barely whispered his name, "Harry.....?"