Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

5: [Memory Loss 5] I Just Want to Be Close to You

Draco felt righteously angry for losing more than a month of his precious time over something as trivial and childish as a fucking amnesia! And in the care of bloody Saint Potter, at that! Well, now he would make up for that, and no more time would be wasted; he would make every second worthwhile.

He Apparated to the parlour, which had always been his favourite room, and obviously interrupted some kind of meeting. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at all the people that were gathered in the room, silently cherishing every single familiar face.

When he appeared in front of them, they all fell silent and stared at him in utter disbelief. Some of them even rose to their feet, reaching for their wands, but none of them seemed to dare to break eye-contact with him while doing so. Many Death Eaters regarded him with fear. Draco wondered what the Hell had happened while he had been gone.

Right in the middle, Malfoy senior was standing with an important look on his pale, stern face, but when Draco showed up he seemed to lose track of his words.

Draco began to circle around the gathered Death Eaters to get to his father. "What's up with you all?" he asked. "You look as if you've seen a ghost or something. Listen, I don't know who did this to me, but I bloody Hell will find the people responsible-and when I do, I will kill them all! You don't mess with a Malfoy unpunished!"

Some of the surprise faded from Lucius Malfoy's face and was replaced by a slightly amused understanding. "Come to take your revenge, Draco?" he asked. "I must say that you cast that amnesia of yours surprisingly quickly ..."

Draco knitted his eyebrows suspiciously. "Revenge? What are you talking about? I only came back to do what I should have done ages ago."

Fear settled in his father's eyes, and he made an urgent gesture to a few of his men. "Seize him!" he yelled.

Draco could not hide his bafflement at this. Suddenly, four large Death Eaters had seized him from behind and were attempting to drag him out of the room. Furious, he shouted, "What the bloody Hell is this supposed to mean? How dare you touch me, you filthy low-status half-wits! Let go of me immediately! Do you know who I am?!"

A shadow passed over the icy grey surfaces of Malfoy senior's eyes. He held up his hand. "Wait. I want to hear what he has to say before you kill him."

"Kill me?" Draco could not believe his ears. "Father, what is this? Why are you all looking at me as if I was some sort of juvenile delinquent? I demand an answer!"

Several of the Death Eaters present were staring at him with utmost puzzlement. They all acted as if he had come there to curse them all, and he could not for his life understand why. When had he ever wished them any harm? He was one of them, for crying out loud!

His father was studying him intently, slowly and thoughtfully scratching his chin. "Why did you come back here?" he asked.

Draco was astonished. "Why? I live here, for Salazar's sake! What kind of a question is that?"

The Death Eaters gasped in unison.

He glared at them angrily.

"Really?" Lucius was saying now. "I thought your wish was to sever all ties to your family and go live with Potter." He spat out the name in quite the same fashion that Draco had done when his memory had returned to him.

"Live with Potter? As if! Whatever gave you that stupid idea?"

"You did."

"I-! I what?"