Obliviated [Drarry]✔️

'Prophet'able Gift

It felt weird. Being the one awake and not the one lying in bed unconscious. Luckily, Harry wasn't out for a very long time like he usually ended up being. Which was usually weeks.

Draco bit his lip as he pushed aside a stray strand of black curls from Harry's peaceful face.

It was terrible, seeing Harry like that. Back at the Manor, when he laid eyes on him, just for a second, he thought Harry had been gone. The thought itself was dreadful.

He thought of Harry being by his bedside in his unfortunate times, and wondered if how he was feeling was just like how Harry felt all those times.

Usually Harry was the brave one, the one running head first into something. Just like the Gryffindor he was. Unfortunately, this time, it seemed Draco was the being rash. He could have reported the Death Eaters to the Ministry and demand they get rid of them, without Draco needing to get his own hands dirty, a prime of example of his father. But no, he had to let his emotions get ahead of him. He just had to get his mother himself and deal with them himself, risking three other lives alongside.

Yes, his mother was safe, and the Death Eaters except for one were being taken care of, but they almost failed, could have failed. He didn't know if he should feel lucky this wasn't their first time in the line of action. Gambling with danger.

It seemed too easy. Much too easy. Maybe it was the fact The Dark Lord was gone, and the Death Eaters weren't used to controlling themselves and ordering others around. Either way, it seemed too easy until they met the Carrow's.

It was the panic and fear in seeing Harry's battered body. The Carrow's had used Crucio, and Diffindo, torture and terrible pain cutting him. Draco knew for a fact the only reason they kept him and Hermione alive was to use them as bait.

They wanted Draco dead. Dead like his father, and the probable same fate was going to meet his mother.

It was all he needed to know from Hermione, who was also being taken care of at The Burrow. The Carrow's weren't merciful when it came to an Unforgivable Curse, he knew any Death Eater wasn't.

A movement on the covers snapped him out of his thoughts. Harry groaned as he stirred. He slowly sat up and opened his brilliant but weary eyes, being greeted by the (hidden) distressed view of Draco.

"This...feels weird,"Harry stated with a lopsided grin, in hopes to make Draco seem less distressed.

Draco shook his head and pulled Harry in, kissing him roughly.

Harry smiled at him widely when he finally pulled away, and before he could respond to the sudden kiss, Draco interrupted.

"I love you Harry Potter," he said determinedly, eyes glued to emerald ones.

"I love you too," Harry responded with a smile that somehow got even wider.

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"Are you ready?"

Draco nodded automatically, holding the small vile of clear liquid in his hands. He wasn't nervous. In fact, the truth was, his memory was back. Even the whole memory of the war.

He was going to take the potion anyway of course, just to fill in any gaps he may have missed. He was smart after all.

That and Harry would make him take it anyway.

Harry didn't know that he had his memory back already; no one did. He never really made it a note to tell anyone. Which he figured may have been a bit selfish and would maybe annoy Harry, but oh well, he would tell him after he took the potion. Besides, he never had the time, they were too busy trying to drive out Death Eaters from Malfoy Manor.