Forbidden (Drarry)

Chapter 27. Memories

I burst into the hospital wing and walked right past the nurse, in a white night shirt, blue boxers, and fancy shoes, my face red and my fists clenched.
"Excuse me you ca-"
I glared at her with fury burning in my eyes, and she just sat back down and turned away from me, offended.
Serves her right. Stupid bitch can even get Harry's memory back.
I burst open his room, and he sat up straight.
"Ron?" He asked sleepily.
His voice was calming, but the words that came out did not make me calm.
"No. It's not Ron." I answered, slamming the door behind me and flipping on the light.
"Draco?" He asked surprised.
"Yes, Harry. It's me." I answered, sighing, hearing him say my name made this whole situation seem a little better. Maybe.
"What are you doing here? Ronald told me everything! Get away from me!" He yelled, covering his shirt-covered chest with his comforter.
The loud voice alerted the nurse and she burst in the door.
I glared at her once again.
She didn't flinch, and gave me a piercing look.
"Go" I whispered as fierce as I could, and she closed the door, sighing.
"You see, Harry. We have a lot to talk about. Please don't push me away." I said, sitting down in the wooden chair next to his bed, draping my arms over my knees.
He hesitated, and looked be up and down, but he calmed, let down the comforter, and agreed.
"Well, you see, there's this thing, called the triwizard tournament. It's where wizards of all ages compete. Well, you got picked to represent Hogwarts. People say that you just hit your head to hard, but, well.." I rambled on, "Ron put a spell on you. To loose your memory." I spit out, scratching the back of my neck nervously.
"No way! You just want me back! Ron told me all about you! Leaving me for a bound-back relationship! How dare you!" He shouted, almost offended. It was almost like he thought that I thought he was stupid and I was trying to trick him.
"So you know about that, huh? So I'm sure Ron told you?" I asked, sighing down at my feet.
"Yeah! He told me!" He shouted in my face, and he leaned forward, "that you have a relationship with dean Thomas!" He whispered in my face, trying to sound fierce.
I just stared at him and laughed, sitting up in the wooden chair.
"You're kidding?" I asked, a smile plastered on my face.
"No..." He trailed off, looking down at his hands doubtingly.
"Ron is such a player. I'm not in a relationship with dean Thomas!" I laughed again.
"Then who are you with?" He asked, calm again.
"No one. Well, I was, but I'm not now. That's why I'm here. I just don't know how to say it, really." I explained.
"Well, you came all this way, might as well." He said, crossing his arms, trying to look sassy.
"I was with Ron." I spit out, and held my breath, waiting for his reaction.
His face was in complete shock, I could almost see the color drain out of it, his arms let down and he looked towards the wall to his right.
"Harry?" I asked, standing up to get closer to his bed.
"I" was all he said, lost of words.
"Are you alright?" I asked, reaching for his arms.
He flinched, but let me.
His skin was cold, but soft. I missed it so much. I couldn't explain it, but even though he was sad, and we were going through a hard time, I was still the happiest. Because I was with him.
"But I was with Ron." He said, turning towards me.
I felt a sense of panic, not only because Ron had cheated on me, but because Harry had also had a bound-back relationship. Yet he gets into me for that, huh?
I dropped my hand from his arm, and sat next to him on the bed, our backs against the wall facing the chair and door across from us.
I let out a disappointed sigh.
"Well, I guess I'm not that surprised. I mean, he was already a bad person. He split us up, Harry. He was the one who convinced me to have a bound-back relationship. I'm so sorry, I should have never done it." I said, leaning over and throwing myself on top of him, hoping my he didn't reject me like I did him.

Harry's pov
So Ron had made me loose my memory? Why? When did this tournament happen? Is it still going on? Who took my place? Why was I even with Ron in the first place? And why do I suddenly have feelings for Draco?
He threw himself on top of me, burying his face in my shoulders.
I hesitated at the new feeling, but I put my arms around him, embracing him, my face flushing red, because it's like your crush noticing you. He was warm, a substitute for my blanket.
He pulled away and smiled at me. I don't know why he smiled at me, but I smiled back. Because I was actually happy, even after all that had happened. But why?
All at once, I had a flashback.
First year, I denied his hand, I denied his friendship, his hatred, I took his jokes at my friends and myself, because it didn't bother me.
I remembered all of my spells, I remember snape being horrible, mean, nasty, homophobic, almost sending us to Dumbledoor, Draco setting a spell on him, I remember the feeling of draco's soft, cold hands in mine, walking through the hallway, me rushing off. I don't even remember why.
I remember making out in the broom closets, I remember our first kiss in the corridor, I remember scabbers, hermione and Neville, talking to hermione about relationship advice, I remember Ron coming out to me.
I remember Draco.
I blinked my eyes a few times, and smiled even brighter, embracing him in a hug again.
"I missed you, Draco."