Drarry- It Was All Just a Game (Old Version)

Chapter 56- Backwards

After Draco's episode, McGonagal showed them their common rooms and explained how it would be run. It was a humble room, withholding the standards: a fireplace, comfy chairs and sofas, a couple desks here and there along with the Hogwarts crest on display.

A single staircase went to a long hallway which led at everyone's room. There were only 10 rooms in total, two beds in each, for not many 8th years had returned. Ron and Harry were together, Draco and Blaise, Dean and Seamus, as well as Hermione and another Gryffindor were paired together, and the rest are all irrelevant right now because this story has nothing to do with them at this point.

Each room was decorated corresponding to the original houses, yet Draco felt less than at home, in fact he loathed the entire place. It was as though he didn't even have a home anymore.

There were rules in place, for example, no prefects, no magic in the hallways, along with no trying out for quidditch, since I would be a disadvantage towards those who are in their valid year at Hogwarts. Instead, the adults had assigned hours they could play on their own every other day. It was sort of fair, but to Harry right now, it would have been a distraction. His only thoughts were on Draco.

Speaking of Draco, the blonde went straight to his room without a look back, yet he felt Harry's eyes upon him the entire time, which they were.

Harry was scared to death and the second McGonagal left, he ran to his room, got his invisibility cloak, and stole Hermione before practically sprinting to the library.

"Look for anything that has to do with dementors," Harry said before throwing himself in books. For once, he actually wanted to study.

A few hours had passed and nothing was to be found on memory loss due to a dementor attack. It was eccentrically useless. Harry pulled out his broken pocket watch every hour, the dial still stuck on 1260. At about 4 a.m. when Hermione was almost passed out and Harry started scribbling Draco's name on his paper for motivation.

"Her-Hermione what do you think sounds better," he said as his hand was forcing up his cheek and drool was at the ledge of his lips. Hermione's head shot up as though an alarm clock struck.

"What Harry?"

"Harry and Draco Malfoy, or Harry and Draco Potter," he asked with a flat voice that was laced with endless hope.

"Harry, you are such a hopeless romantic," She said smiling a bit, just a bit, but uncertainty sat within her eye. She knew he was setting himself up for failure.

"Because I like Harry and Draco Potter better, but you know he's so stubborn and I feel like when he remembers me again he might want to keep his last name, you know?" He sounded almost drunk from the lack of sleep.

"Harry," she said about to burst his over inflated bubble, but he showed her a look saying 'please don't break my heart again.' "I think Harry and Draco Potter. I couldn't see you as a Malfoy."

He immediately smiled and put his head on his arm. "Me either. Have you found anything," he asked as he drew hearts over his choice.

"No," she replied with dismay.

"Me either... Maybe tonight we can come back and look in the restricted section and-"

"Harry," she whined.

"Hermione! I'd do it for you, please! Maybe if we just work really hard, everything can go back to normal within the next few days and you can sleep for a week."

"I can't sleep for a week," she smiled, "you know I wouldn't be allowed."

"I'm Harry Potter, I'll make it happen," he said with a tiny grin, but it immediately dropped when he remembered when he was this cocky with Draco, then immediately frowned.