Obliviate [Drarry - english]

Chapter 16

-Hello you.

-Hi.

Harry leaned over to kiss his darling tenderly on the lips.

-That was a nice surprise you gave me last night.

-If you hadn't been a workaholic.

The brunet smiled gently, before settling back comfortably against the blond's body. Machinically, the latter began to stroke his hair.

-Hermione told you to go home, didn't she?

-Yes, but I still had...

The Gryffindor stopped, realising something.

-How do you know?

-Hum ?

-How do you know Hermione told me to come home early?

Harry stood up, the better to see the Potion teacher's slightly embarrassed face. What surprised him, however, was the slightly hurt look on his face.

-Don't tell me...

Draco nodded and began to speak.

-Don't worry! I didn't expect you to remember, which is why I wanted to surprise you. I thought it would be a nice way to celebrate our ninth anniversary.

-I'm sorry.

Harry stood up suddenly, guilt written all over his face. He blamed himself for being such a bad boyfriend.

-I didn't realise... In fact, I never even asked you about the important dates for us.

Draco sat down on his back to take him in his arms, then began to recount the day for the second time. The way he had come to Hogwarts, the relief on his face when the blond answered the kiss, the excitement, the obviousness, the love that had come over them. A sad smile spread across Aurora's face. He wished he could have lived through this day, could have...

-I know!

He rose from the bed like a devil in a box and looked at Draco, proud of himself.

-I know what we can do!

-To do what?

The teacher was at a loss, but he was looking forward to what would happen next. He had the same look on his face as a kid on Christmas Day.

-The pensieve !

The Slytherin's lips stretched into a big smile. How he could love him.

-Do you want me to show you our memories instead of telling you?

Harry sat down on the bed, took his two pale hands and kissed them tenderly.

-I love it when you tell me episodes from our lives. But I'd also like to be able to see them, instead of imagining them. I'd like to be able to experience what you experienced at that moment.

-Okay.

So it was that, after a fairly brief discussion with the Headmistress, she handed over her office and Dumbledore's pensieve, which had not moved from its place for some time. 

Trembling, Draco took out his wand. Only his lover's determined gaze convinced him to select a first memory. The simplest thing was certainly to do things in the order of their story. 

So he began with that first evening. The blue filament came out of his mind as he placed it in the liquid. Blurred images began to appear. Harry dove headfirst into the thoughtfulness, excited, nervous, but also terribly curious about what he was about to discover.