Shattered Castle

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Four days ago, Harry regained his memories from his state of amnesia. The problem is, no one but him and Draco know that. And now Harry is torn between two different lives. With him being his normal self around Draco, and an amnesiac around everyone else, Harry is starting to fall apart, and sooner or later, the castle of glass he's built will shatter.

This is the sequel to Castle of Glass, as requested via dm by shipdrarry1526

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It's been four days since Harry kissed Draco and all of his memories returned, and each day that has passed has left him feeling worse than the last.

Pretending he doesn't remember the people around him is exhausting, but he and Draco have agreed upon it until they find a way to keep Ron quiet.

As long as Ron thinks Harry doesn't remember anything, he won't say anything to anyone else, and that's how Harry and Draco want it. Their relationship is so much better without the interference of others or the Daily Prophet or homophobic retorts that they're both sure they'll get. 

Shit, look at what happened when just one person found out about their relationship. Harry lost his memories for a fucking week.

"Harry?" Dean asks, looking a bit concerned. Harry jumps, turning to face him.

"Um, yes?"

"You doing okay, man? You were kinda... spaced out."

"Yeah." Harry grins at him. "I'm fine."

Dean nods, still looking a bit worried about him, and pushes some bacon onto his plate.

"Hi, Harry."

Harry turns to face Hermione. Fuck.

It's going to be so much harder to lie to Hermione. Luckily, Amnesia-Harry decided to befriend Dean and Seamus before Hermione and Ron.

Especially since Ron turned out to be a homophobic asshole.

The heat of his anger starts to rise up in him, but Harry puts on a cool expression. "Hello... Hermione, was it?"

There's a pause where Hermione's face falls, crushed, and it takes everything in Harry to not hug her and tell her everything.

Then she looks at him, her eyes filled with something that has Harry digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands. "So your memories haven't come back."

He shakes his head. She can't know, no one can know yet, shut your fucking mouth and pretend you don't know her.

Some part of Harry wonders about Hermione's stance on gay people, but his thoughts are cut off by her speaking again.

"Sorry, it's just..." She looks down at the table. There's no food on her plate, and Harry takes a moment to notice the dark circles under her eyes, how much thinner she seems, and a sick feeling rises in his stomach at the thought that she hasn't been eating or sleeping much because of him. "It's just, this is hard on Ron and me, you know? You were our best friend, such a huge part of our lives, and now you're... not." Her head snaps up, eyes alarmed. "And that's not your fault, not at all! It's just..."

"I understand," Harry says, trying to remember how he felt talking to people when he couldn't remember them. "I wish I could remember you. Remember anyone. I think I need to remember that it's not just hard for me, it's hard for everyone who knows me."

She nods sadly. "I'm sorry, Harry. Hey, I'm working on the essay for Defense in the library on Thursday. Want to come with me?"

"Sure," Harry agrees, more out of habit than anything, and the look on Hermione's face immediately makes him feel just a bit better. "Want some bacon?"

She pauses for a moment before a small smile crosses her face and she nods, putting a few pieces on her plate. She grabs a waffle from the plate in the middle of the table too, and Harry feels better, knowing she's eating.

His hand slips into the pocket of his sweatshirt, feeling the cold metal of his necklace. 

I'm doing this for you, Draco. For us.

Still, he can't help but sink lower in his seat when Hermione only eats half the food on her plate and excuses herself.