Please Be There If I Remember

Chapter Thirteen: Conversations

Draco nodded a short goodbye to Theo who took the dismissal as it was, glancing at him with an apology written over his soft features before turning and walking away.

Draco took the lead, bringing Green Eyes over to the opposite hallway and leaned his shoulder on the concrete wall beside him, crossing his feet in a relaxed stance. Potter looked like he was trying to imitate his laid-back position, but his fiddling made that near-impossible to do, and he ended up just pushing his knee awkwardly on the same wall and faced Draco.

The blush was still there on his face; a light pink on his tan skin, and he looked like he was about to combust with some kind of emotion like a slew of fireworks shooting into the night sky.

"Stop fidgeting Potter, it's making me nervous," Draco spoke harshly into the disconcerting silence. Green Eyes glanced down at his twitchy hands as if he didn't realise he was doing that, and hastily shoved them behind his back stoically.

"So, what did you follow me out of the Great Hall for?" Draco finally asked.

"Well, you said you had wanted our conversation to be on your terms, but—"

"Yes, Potter, my terms. So why am I here right now, instead of the Great Hall, when I had specifically said I would speak to you when I said I would?"

He looked dumbfounded for a moment, blinking owlishly behind his glasses. "You fainted before you could tell me anything."

Draco placed his hand on his chin, forgetting that little detail. "Right, I guess I did, didn't I?"

Green Eyes bobbed his head in affirmation.

"Well, I'm here now, so understand away," The blond stated, waving his arms out in front of him to give Potter the floor.

"Uhh..."

A pause. Then—

"Very informative thank you."

Harry snorted before he could help himself, then shot his face upwards, looking so scandalised for a moment that Draco was worried for his neck by how quickly he had whipped his head up.

A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth and he nodded apologetically to Green Eyes, confused at the reaction. "Deepest apologies, that was quite rude of me."

Potter scoffed, then deadpanned, "This is what I'm talking about when I say I want to understand you."

Draco curled his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"What do I...mean?"

"Yes, Potter, you managed to successfully repeat my words back at me. Quite profoundly, if I do say so myself."

The boy laughed, and Draco had never heard anything so beautiful in his life.

"I mean, like, when did you become funny? I'm pretty sure you weren't last week."

"Well...something may have happened in the past week to change that," He lamely put out.

"If that's trying to hint at something," Potter said with his cheeks flushed, "You're not doing a very good job at describing it."

"I am a very private person," Draco said flatly.

"Sure you are, Mr. My Father Will Hear About This."

"Now you're the one just being confusing."

"How in the world could that possibly be confusing?" Green eyes questioned, like the answer was the most obvious thing he had ever come across.

"That, Potter, is exactly why you don't understand me."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"That is for me to know, and for you to find out," Draco put out pretentiously, lifting his chin, still a bit on the fence about whether he should tell him or not about the memory loss. He seemed alright, and actually understood Draco's humour—even taking it in stride. But he still didn't know what kind of past they had.

"Who am I to you?" The blond unexpectedly enquired, taking on a rather formal and serious tone that Harry hadn't expected based off of the previous conversation they were having.

"Pardon?"

"Maybe I should have rephrased that better." Draco pondered it and spoke again. "Actually I don't know how to word it in a way that is more clear. I'll repeat. Who am I to you? What do you think of me?"

He waited for a while, trying not to be scared of the answer, and startled a bit when Green Eyes started speaking.

"Well, one would say we're sworn enemies, destined to hate each other for the end of time, but," Potter paused, the blush coming back slightly, and it looked like he was struggling to stop it. "But, this conversation and this past week are making me feel differently. I mean, you haven't even tried once to sabotage me in class yet, so I'm taking it that you've like...turned over a new leaf or something," he scoffed.

Draco considered this for a moment and decided to stow that bit of information for future him to mull over. Taking a deep breath, he resolved what he was going to do. "You know what, Potter? I've decided that—that I'm going to tell you what happened. But you can't tell anyone," he added quickly. "Promise me," Draco whispered, leaning in closer to the boy in front of him. Green Eyes blinked, then blinked again at his presence before imitating his lowered voice.

"I promise."

So that was how Draco Malfoy finally told Harry Potter that he had gotten his memory wiped clean out of his brain like someone wiping a spill off a counter. 

A/N: And it only took him 21k words to do it, too.