Obliviate [Drarry - english]

Chapter 04

- We love each other, Harry.

Harry watched the blond leave without saying anything. Then he did the only thing that seemed logical to him at the moment: he went to see Hermione.

The dark-haired man was somewhat ashamed to disturb her day with such a problem, but the rage he felt could not be contained.

When he arrived upstairs, no one dared to stand in his way, not even Hermione's secretary, who merely warned her boss in a trembling voice.

It was one of the rare occasions when the Saviour was very happy to have inherited this nickname. The young brunette woman looked at him, rather surprised, before beckoning him to sit down. But Harry was far too nervous to sit still. So he contented himself with pacing up and down in the large glass office.

-What happened?

-I saw Dra-Malfoy again.

-Really?

The minister raised an eyebrow. She had already been surprised to receive Malfoy's letter, but had gladly replied. She didn't really know if he could find a solution in Potions, but it was worth a try. It was quite logical that the professor had come to see Harry, he must have had some questions. On the other hand, she didn't understand why this visit had upset her best friend so much.

-Harry? Why don't you explain it to me?

-Why didn't you tell me?

Magic crackled around the young man, who shook a hand in annoyance.

-Say what? Harry, I can't help you if I don't know what you're talking about.

-We love each other !

-What ?

If Hermione was confused before, now she was completely lost.

-What do you mean you love each other?

-I don't know! He came to see me, and he told me we were together. Why didn't you tell me!

-Because it's not true.

Harry stopped pacing and looked at his best friend.

-What ?

-Harry, I've known you for nearly 15 years, and I can assure you that you've never once mentioned Draco, or any kind of relationship between you. I think you must have bumped into each other a few times, but nothing more than that.

-Is that so? But then... Why would he say such a thing?

-I don't know, Harry. Why don't you ask him?

The dark-haired man dropped back in the chair, sighed deeply and looked at his best friend opposite him. His feelings were completely mixed up, and he didn't know what to make of it all.

-OK, start from the beginning and explain to me exactly what happened.

So Harry told the story. His questions, the tea, his declaration, and his escape.

-I can see that. It's normal that he ran away. But I don't understand why he would lie about something like that. It's too serious, and not Malfoy enough.

-I agree. But if he's telling the truth, how come you don't know? How did we meet again? Why did we get together without saying anything? I just... I... None of this makes sense.

-Harry, I can't answer your questions. Only one person can.

-I don't want to go and see him at the moment.

-Why should he? You'd get answers, and he'd probably suffer a little less.

-Suffering?

-Harry," whispered the young woman. If you're really in love with each other, and you've been together for a while... Imagine how much it must hurt him that you've forgotten him.

The dark-haired man had to admit that he hadn't even asked himself the question. On the other hand, it explained his sad look, and his presence in hospital.

-Shit ... Why hadn't I thought of that? I was too focused on our past, on remembering the last ten years...

He stopped and waited a few seconds before looking at his best friend.

-I'm so sorry, but... You must be suffering too... I can't even remember when Rose was born...

-Harry. We know it's not your fault. So don't feel guilty. And it's quite funny watching her explain to you what she's missed in her life!

-She's so big. It's strange to see you both as parents.

Hermione smiled fondly as her eyes drifted to the photo of her family. Rose was 7 years old, and the most beautiful and intelligent girl in the world, and completely partial of course.

Harry decided that he had taken up enough of the Minister's time and left the office, even more confused. He knew that only Malfoy had the answers to his questions. But despite the war, and the years of peace that followed, he couldn't help seeing Malfoy as the pretentious boy he once knew.

Could he really have got over it, to the point of falling in love with the blond? And why hide it from those around him? How long had they been together? How did it happen?

He collapsed into the chair at his desk, blissfully unaware of Amanda, who was looking at him sadly. The young woman didn't know what to say to comfort the man in front of him.

-Did I ever tell you about him?

-No... Not really.

-What do you mean ?

-I believe that... Once upon a time, many years ago. The two of us went for a drink to celebrate the end of an investigation. And a man came up to you to say hello. A tall blond man, with aristocratic airs. You seemed surprised to see him, and he didn't stay long. After several drinks, you told me about your time at Hogwarts.

The saviour nodded gently. Was this how he had reconnected with his old nemesis?

Amanda left the room; she knew him well enough to know that when he stared like that, she wouldn't be able to talk to him anyway.

Harry looked out of his window. The clouds in the sky were becoming increasingly threatening, and it wouldn't be long before the storm broke.

A shadow came towards him, slowly, resisting the wind that was hitting harder and harder.

Harry opened the window to the owl, which placed a letter beside him. The animal immediately spread out, certainly looking for shelter.

The parchment was white, the handwriting clean. On the back, he discovered the Hogwarts seal.

Dear Mister Potter,

I've heard about your particular situation. But I'm reassured to see that your ability to get into trouble is still as strong as it was when you were a student.

I was hoping to have the pleasure of your visit this Saturday, for tea in my office, and to renew our tradition.

I'm sure a lot of old acquaintances would be delighted to see you again, and I'd love to hear from you.

All the best,

Minerva MCGONAGALLHeadmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry