Do You Remember?

The Golden Trio and the Disasterous Potions Class Part 2

Hey guys! Two chapters two days in a row!? This is part two of my three-part mega chapter. If you hoped for more Harry and Draco, this 1/3 chapter is for you. I hope you enjoy this story so far!

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Harry Potter stood in the center of the cold dungeon classroom with nowhere to go. Ron had gone off to pair with Goyle, for whatever reason, although he did not seem happy about it judging by the way he was looking at a particularly sharp knife. Hermione was already preparing ingredients in a corner by an annoyed looking Pansy Parkinson. Neville and Blaise were sitting together, although they were definitely not brewing a potion at the moment. All of his friends had paired up with someone already. Actually, the entire class was swarming about to move to their station. He was the only one left. Except for a blonde boy standing in the corner of the room, his platinum hair fell over his forehead as he leaned over a brand new-looking potions textbook.

"How convenient that we are the only ones left in the class without partners, huh?" he mused as Harry walked over to the worn table, dragging his ripped and torn bag full of mangled textbooks with him.

"What?" Harry rubbed his neck.

"Seems that our friends really want us to talk, judging by some of the pairings," Malfoy smirked, jerking his head toward Ron and Goyle, the Hermione and Parkinson, "Correction, your friends want us to talk. Pansy seems very keen on using that knife to slice someone's throat, and Greg doesn't seem happy either, though it's hard to tell with him."

"I'm guessing you want us to talk too?" 

Malfoy looked up, his silvery-grey eyes met Harry's. There was none of the usual coldness and harshness there. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Words that Harry has not heard him say even once in all their years at Hogwarts, at least not genuinely, like now.

"But I really do not remember anything," Malfoy's eyes had a look of sadness that Harry had never seen before either. Those eyes were always menacing, and the boy they belonged to was always cruel and mocking. But now, it was impossible to imagine him being mean to Harry.

"Hermione thinks it's Parkinson," Harry tried to take over the conversation, Nice-Malfoy was making him uncomfortable. As much as he had always wished for the blond to stop harassing him, Malfoy being more-or-less friendly was just making Harry like him more. But he was sure nothing could happen now. Malfoy was a different person now. He was not the boy he had kissed so passionately in an empty, dark hallway in the middle of the night. 

"What?"

"She thinks Parkinson obliviated you..." Harry looked down at his potions book, he could not make himself look up and meet Malfoys eyes.

"Wouldn't surprise me," Malfoy chuckled warmly, "The girl has been after me about 'pure-blood family traditions' since I can remember. Clearly, she thought kissing you was going against that."

"Isn't it?"

"Yeeesss? What's your point?" Malfoy smirked and cocked his head to one side, his gaze drilling into Harry's forehead as he stared at his fingers plastered on the table. 

"Do you care that you were going against tradition?" Harry mumbled. Why was Malfoy so friendly? There was no explanation other than that it was some plan to humiliate him. Haha, the Savior liked a former Death-Eater and got rejected! Harry would not think anything else of it because he knew it wouldn't lead to anything good. There was almost no chance that Malfoy wanted to be friends after so long. Do not think about this! he told himself. Or maybe he wanted to be more? Damn it!

"No," Malfoy said simply, meeting Harry's sparkling green eyes with his own pair of silver ones. They were the color of smoke rising into a white sky, or melted steel ready to be forged into a sharp blade. The color may be cold but their expression is warm and inviting.

Harry couldn't. He knew he shouldn't. No. Malfoy might be pulling a trick, or maybe he does want to be friends, but that's already a far stretch. Even after the war. Even after they saved each other's lives. Could it be possible that Malfoy liked him too? No. That would be ridiculous. The Malfoy that kissed him may have, but that was in the moment. It was dark and they were alone then, staring each other straight in the eyes. The Draco Malfoy that stood before him now remembered none of that. He saw Harry as the rival he always was. Maybe.

"Getting lost in my eyes, huh, Potter?" Malfoy grinned, but again, not mockingly but as an old friend would.

"I..uhhh...no...?" Harry was pulled back to the real world where he stood opposite Malfoy, separated by the table, the cauldron, and the potions ingredients that they had barely laid eyes on since they started talking. He rubbed his neck, embarrassed that he actually stared into Malfoy's eyes for Merlin knows how long. He began turning away to start on their potion but was stopped by a cold bony hand on his shoulder.

Harry was about to say something, likely something he would regret, but was interrupted when a girl with chestnut brown hair down just below her shoulders and a button nose. Millicent Bulstrode stopped just before Malfoy, clearly oblivious to the fact that she had interrupted their conversation.

"Can I borrow your Charms homework, Draco?" the girl asked, batting her eyelashes at him innocently, "The girls left theirs in the dorms."

"Fine," Malfoy huffed, grabbing his shiny black bag, carefully taking out a very long piece of parchment, "Now leave me alone, Bulstrode." He rolled his eyes as she left.

"Now that that air-for-brains is gone," Malfoy said slowly, returning his eyes to Harry's, "How about we meet up after dinner and you can tell me what happened? It seems like something I should remember," Malfoy smiled, a smile that said just how much he wished he could remember. Or maybe Harry just imagined that part? Yes, he definitely just imagined it. But then why would Malfoy want to know what happened.

"Just owl me when and where to meet you," Harry returned the smile, although a lot more awkwardly, "I guess we should start on the potion."

"Indeed," Malfoy nodded, he stepped forward and with a swift motion, grabbed an ashwinder egg out of a small jar and began peeling it delicately but steadily, "Slughorn may not be much like Snape, but we will get a Dreadful if we don't start on this potion right now," He gave a slight chuckle before he returned his eyes to the cutting board.

They worked in silence, besides giving instructions and advice on thorn-cutting techniques. Malfoy stirred the potion carefully and occasionally added some of this or a bit of that. Harry powdered the moonstone and diced the peppermints. They worked in the unbearable heat from the cauldron until they heard yelling from a few tables away. They both looked up to find three figures fleeing the classroom and the door shutting loudly after them. Then more screaming. Then suddenly, sparkling lights, hexes bouncing off walls and hitting whatever they could find. Only after Slughorn had ordered the duelers to the Hospital Wing did Harry realize that the two in question were Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson. After a moment of shock, he noticed that Ron, Nott, and Goyle were missing as well, and they were very likely to be the people who stormed out before the fight broke out.

Harry and Malfoy exchanged a frightful glance and ran out the door to follow.

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