Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

8: [As Dark as It Gets 2] A Fateful Favour

They stared at the dark-haired stranger in utter astonishment and understandable shock, both wondering where the Hell he had come from-and how! Normal people could not just walk through walls! And this young man certainly was no ghost, because he was not transparent.

Moaning in pain, he got up from the floor and brushed some dirt off the sleeves of his black jacket. He looked at them with an apologetic smile. "Sorry to barge in like this, but I have an important favour to ask you."

Draco suddenly remembered that he was naked, and desperate to cover himself up, he hid behind Harry. "What the Hell are you doing?" he yelled at the stranger. "Get the Hell out of my bathroom!"

The dark-haired man got an expression of hesitation on his face. He shifted his feet. "Sorry, but I have to ask you to come up from there."

Draco waved his fist in the air threateningly. "Then would you mind not looking while we step out of the bloody tub?"

"Certainly," the stranger said, "I'm not into boys, anyway, so don't worry."

The obvious mockery in the stranger's voice made Draco furious. First he barged into their bathroom of all places! And then he mocked them for being gay?! The nerve of him! If he knew who they were, which certainly seemed to be the case since he had come there to ask them a favour, he should have known what to expect if he walked into their bathroom!

Flushing crimson with anger, Draco covered his wet body in a huge green towel and handed Harry one as well. Once not naked anymore, he felt more confident than ever. Facing the stranger, he said, "Now, tell me who you are and how you got here and I'll decide if you can stay and ask us that favour of yours."

The dark-haired man stuck out his chin in quite a familiar fashion, but Draco could not quite put his finger on who he reminded him of. "My name is Tom, and I'm from the future."

Draco stumbled backwards in shock. He looked at Harry. His lover was drop-jawed and displayed the same puzzlement that Draco himself felt. "E-excuse me? Where did you say you came from?"

"I'm from the future," Tom repeated impatiently. "Look, I know you guys probably have a zillion questions right now, but we'll have to deal with those later. Right now we need to find a way to shake off the Forgettes."

"Four-jets?" Harry echoed blankly.

"Yes. There is no time to explain what they are, they're right on my tail and we need to be prepared when they get here. You need to get dressed." He withdrew a wand from his jacket pocket and pointed it at them. They instinctively raised their arms in protection. "Colluthia!"

Instead of cursing them-as they had expected him to do-he clothed them. Astonished, Draco and Harry looked down at their brand new designer jeans and matching midnight blue jumpers.

They looked like twins.

Draco fingered on the fabric in his jumper. "Gee, thanks. First you interrupt our romantic bath and now you give us presents. That is so thoughtful of you."

Harry poked him in the side. "Draco ..."

"What?"

"There, there, don't start quarrelling now," Tom said scornfully, crossing his arms over his chest, "staying focused and putting your differences aside is crucial for our survival. You need to concentrate on the task if we are to prevail."

Draco could not believe his ears. "Our differences?"

Once again Harry tried to calm him. "Draco, I think we'd better listen to what he has to say. If he really is being pursued by some sort of magical creatures we might be in danger." He looked up at Tom, who was currently loitering against the wall. "What do you need us to do?"