An Eventful Quidditch Match (HP) (Drarry) (COMPLETED)

chapter seven

Harry supposed one good thing about losing his memory was getting to reexperince flying on a broom. It was freeing, soothing, exhilarating. Harry and Draco flied around the Quidditch match for an hour or so, just absolutely vibing. Sometimes they talked, but most of the time they didn't. It was better when they talked, though. At least to Harry.

"Are you going to stay in the Quidditch team?" Draco asked at one point.

Harry snorted. "I barely know what Quidditch is, much less how to play. I mean, you've explained the rules or whatever, but it's all flimsy. I'd have no idea what I'm doing."

"Maybe I could show you sometime, then," Malfoy pulled his broom up beside Harry's, "I could teach you."

Harry smiled at that. He was starting to smoke more around Draco. It was good to smile so much, Harry realized. "I'm down. But not today. Today's a day of relaxation. The hell to learning."

Draco chuckled. "Then we'll start tomorrow, after class."

"After class," Harry repeated.

"Then it's settled," Draco said. "It's a date."

Draco flew away and Harry felt his face flush. He had surely been joking, Harry thought. He sounded like he was joking. Still... did he want it to be a joke? He shook off the thought as he flew. He just didn't know.

Draco didn't know either.

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"Hello, Harry." Harry turned around to see who was talking to him- being referred to as Harry was still weird, but he'd gotten used to it- and grimanced. It was the redhead girl who Draco had said was dating him. They hadn't talked since the incident. Harry thought that was probably very rude of him, but he didn't even know this girl's name. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her.

"Hello-" he tried to pull the name from his memories, but he got nothing from the past. He finally got it from something Draco had mentioned in passing, and after an awkward moment, continued. "-Ginny." She smiled. Harry thought that maybe Before, Harry's heart would flutter at the sight of her smile. But this was After, and he didn't. "What's up?" Harry was vaguely aware that he had a class to get to, but he didn't know how to politely leave. He didn't remember conversation etiquette like that.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date to Hogsmeade together, whenever it opens up," she continued to smile, but the more Harry looked at it, the more it unsettled him. "Like old times," she added, and Harry only thought of her as more creepy.

"I think we should break up," Harry blurted out and realized that, wow, he really did not remember conversation etiquette. Draco, who had been standing to the side to let the awkward conversation play out, perked his head up in instrest but Harry ignored him.

Ginny's smile fell from her face. "But I still love you. Even if you don't remember me, I'm sure you still love me, too-"

"I don't even know you."

Harry realized, again, that might've been quite rude to say, so he hastily added. "Maybe once I've found a cure to this curse and get my memories back, we'll get back together, okay?" He didn't know if he'd ever get his memories back (Ron and Hermione had gotten in touch with him a couple days ago, informing him of the fact he'd been cursed. He already knew this, of course, but it was nice to have a little more trust in people. They said their list of Death Nom-er kid's was well underway and should be completed within the week), even though several people had been looking in to it, no one had made any significant progress in that factor. But Ginny smiled, though it seemed more of a sad smile, nodding and walking away without a proper goodbye. Harry was okay with that. He didn't need a proper goodbye.

Classes had been weird. He didn't know any of the material. They would have him take first year classes, which Harry thought would've been utterly embarrassing, but instead Harry just accompied Draco to all his classes.

Him and Draco were becoming closer by the day. It was weird, being friends. They'd spent so long being enemies. But since the war, things were different. And that was good. Different was good. Being friends was good.

But it wasn't just the fact that Harry and Draco were friends that was weird. There was something else, but Harry didn't know what it was, just couldn't put his finger on it. He liked Draco's smile, his presence, his laughter. That was weird. Why his face flushed at certain comments, and his stomach flipped at certain glances- that was weird, too. But Harry just ignored if, for the most part.

Luna had talked to him and Draco between classes a few times. Harry thought she was wack but vibing. She spoke like a fortune cookie. And she was always carrying this small book that Draco said was unheard of. It was about Quizbits. Luna always said it was so boring, she couldn't get past the nineth chapter. It wasn't anything of real notice, though. Such a small thing, inevitably overlooked and forgotten.

A big mistake, overlooking that small book was. Such a small thing would've made such a big difference. But such is the way of the world.

In the light of big mistakes, Harry slowly became to realize that he could probably never hate Draco again. If Draco killed a ran right in front of him for no reason, Harry would help hide the body. It seemed like a good thing, at the time, and it should've been in the future. But, god damnit, if he doesn't say he hates Draco, he'll never get his fucking memories back.

It sucks, being an omniscient narrator, like me, who knows everything but can change nothing. Or a Reader, cursed with the knowledge I trust upon you.