Remember

Chapter: One

Chapter 1

Draco gasped into consciousness, adrenaline pumping vigorously into his bloodstream. Blurred faces were only discernible because of the light shining behind them. He felt arms restraining him, holding him down. He struggled, but his movements all seemed to be in slow motion. His heart was racing and his head was spinning. He heard voices barely over the rushing of blood in his ears. His head was throbbing, he was in so much pain...

Just then, he felt a firm hand in his. He gripped it tightly; it was the only thing his mind could make sense of. He let himself relax, squeezing his eyes together against the blinding light and the throbbing pain in his forehead. As he forced himself to calm his heart, the words being uttered started to make sense.

"...been through a lot today, maybe..."

"...no, I'm going to..."

"...in his best interest..."

"...staying, there's nothing..."

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco groaned, still squeezing the hand in his. Then, a voice closer to his ear.

"Draco?" It was a desperate whisper, one Draco recognized...

He opened his eyes and blinked, trying to see through the haze of pain. A warm hand on his cheek.

"Draco, love, can you hear me?"

Draco squinted against the light, and before his eyes came swimming the image of a face...

He scrambled away from it, scooting back against the headboard and throwing the hand off of his face.

"Get off me, Potter!"

Harry stepped back instantly, confusion splattered on his face. Draco groaned again and brought his knees up to his chest. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and grit his teeth.

"Mr. Potter, I really do think it best..." That was Madame Pomfrey.

"NO, I'm going to stay with him." Draco looked up in time to see Harry throw Pomfrey's hand off of his arm and take a step closer to him.

"Get out." Draco said dangerously. He hated showing weakness in front of his enemies.

"What?" Harry asked quietly.

"GET OUT!" Stars danced before Draco's eyes. He shouldn't be yelling with such a headache.

Draco felt a hand on the back of his neck, and one on his chest. He had swooned a bit, and Harry had caught him. He threw the hands off weakly.

"I don't NEED your help, Potter!" Harry pulled his hands away as if he had been burned, pain and confusion still in his eyes.

"Draco...?" The blond seethed at Harry.

The brunette suddenly turned to look at Pomfrey, who shook her head sadly.

"What's happened to him?" He asked, nearing the edge of tears.

"Potter..." Pomfrey had an uncharacteristically sympathetic expression on her wizened face. "I'm afraid he was most unfortunate to absorb one of Mr. Longbottom's... Special... Memory charms... Full in the face."

Harry looked back at the blond tragically. Draco couldn't conceal the fear and confusion beneath his seething. Harry knelt suddenly beside Draco's bed.

"Draco..." He looked up at Draco, his green eyes brimming with tears. "Do you know who I am?" A look of disgust crossed the Slytherin's face.

"Of course I do. You're Saint Potter. How could anyone forget you?"