Split Your Soul (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 25

Hermione's POV:

Oh dear. Oh dear! I'm just so worried about Harry. And Draco especially. Poor Draco. He has not been good at all this time. It's been really hard on him. But it's not been good on Harry either. He's managed to avoid Draco at all times. But I see Draco's face when Harry walks the other way or purposefully ignores him.

Draco's got it bad.

Harry's POV:

Draco had just cast a silencing charm on the drapes. To say I was nervous, was an understatement. My former lover was her on my bed, and he wanted to talk. But I had no memories of the past six months. Which made it extremely awkward.

I hugged my knees to my chest as Draco made himself comfortable. Once done, he looked up at me for forlorn eyes. "Harry." He started out. I decided to just listen to him, so as not to cause a fight. "I can't stand this. It's hurts me. You're hurting me. When you avoid me and purposefully ignore me, it hurts. Six months and you don't remember anything.

I yearn for your touch. I think about you all the time. I'm physically and emotionally tired from lack of sleep. Why can't you just talk to me?" Draco waved a hand in the air, gesturing that he was mad and upset. My heart clenched when he said he was hurting. "I'm so lost all the time because you're not here with me. And the worse thing is that you've forgotten me. Forgotten our relationship. Our special memories." His guard came down and he began to sob.

Panic ran through me because I didn't know what to do. Do I just sit here or do I comfort him? After some deep thinking, I thought of the latter option. I reached out and laid a hand a hand on his shoulder. Draco's sobbing lessened but only slightly. I didn't like the fact that he was sad, it hurt me, though I was clueless as to why.

"Draco, ssh! Please don't cry." Gently, I patted his head, running my fingers through his soft blond strands of hair. His beautiful hair. "I c- can't. It hurts." I really couldn't think of anything else to get him to stop, so I climbed onto his lap and tugged him into my chest. Instantly, his sibs were muffled, his hot breath fanning across my neck.

Slowly but surely, his sobbing waned. I felt the need to put my hand on the back of his head, so I did. We sat like that for a while, me in his lap and him leaning against my chest. I just let my hand softly stroke his hair, the other one curled tightly around his waist. After another minute or two, he sat up and I felt obliged to talk.

"Draco, I know you're very upset, and seeing you upset hurts me. I hate having no memories. I hate not remembering anything. I do not like this. So I'm asking you, help me get my memories back? The sooner, the better. And I really want to remember you. Please?" My voice broke off in a whisper and I nearly slapped myself for being so vulnerable.

Draco's eyes held tears but he fought them back. "Of course I will help. After all, I really want you to remember." The silence grew comfortable and I took my Draco's hand in mine and laced our fingers together. He smiled and it was heart wrenchingly beautiful. Never had I seen Draco smile for real. Sure I'd seen smirks, but this was a smile. A real smile. And it was beautiful.

"Why did you ignore me these last few days?" He questioned softly and I turned and looked at the plain red drapes covering my bed. "Because, little tidbits of memories came back. Partial bits, and they hurt me. I knew they hurt you too because you were actually being hurt... And I thought that if I brought them up, it'd be too painful for you to remember." I swallowed thickly, my throat closing itself.

"Oh. What... What were they?" I really didn't wanna bring this up again. I talked with Hermione about it and she said it might be a bit painful for Draco to remember.