seven days lost

dial..."

Again.

"……sorry……"

He pressed the keyboard mechanically, his fingers were stiff, and his eardrums were calloused by the familiar voice.In the end, he put it down almost as soon as he heard a word, and stared blankly at the empty wall in front of him.

Why doesn't he answer his phone? ... Could it be that he refused to even give him the last chance to meet?

He glanced at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock, and he should have fallen asleep.Draco went downstairs and poured a cup of hot water, and drank it bit by bit while sitting in the living room.It was already pitch black outside the window, and the moonlight was also dark and dim. He breathed out a layer of white steam on the glass.

It doesn't get any worse than this.

He met Harry the next afternoon.Harry called him, didn't mention anything about not answering his phone earlier, just said calmly that he wanted to see him.

"Just where we used to meet," he said.

Draco complied without any fluctuations in his heart.He no longer dared to fantasize about anything.

What would he say to him...?No, it doesn't matter what you say.

He Apparated to the backyard of the Burrow, where the man was already standing.He was standing with his back against the tree, holding the black leather diary in his hand, and the shadow of the tree cast overlapping spots of light on his body.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Potter." He walked towards him and stood in front of him, hands in his pockets, looking at the man he both loved and hated.

"I want you to look at this diary. I think you might as well," said Harry, handing him the diary.Draco took it unconsciously.

He looked down at it.It was a little older than when he first bought it, the corner of the cover was frayed a little, and it was wrapped with a rubber band, and the pen was still inserted on the side.

He raised his head.

"Are you sure you want me to take a look? This is your privacy, Potter."

"It contains something I want you to know." Harry's expression remained calm, "The content is very short, and you can read it soon. Please return the diary to me at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I have given I wrote a note myself and put it in my clothes pocket. When you remind me, I will remember it."

He glanced at the diary in his hand again.

"So you don't keep a diary today?"

"No more." Harry shrugged.

"And won't it be written down in other forms?"

"will not."

Draco stuffed the diary into his pocket.He took a step closer to him, cautiously, as if to confirm something.

"You won't remember what happened today, Potter," he whispered.

"No, I won't." He smiled, a good laugh.

Draco closed his eyes.He pulled his collar suddenly and kissed him hard.

Part3: The last piece of the puzzle

last piece of the puzzle

Harry turned the diary back to the red title page, and rubbed the words he wrote on it with his fingertips:

"If you've read the diary, you already know what I mean."

Draco had seen it, so he should know what he was trying to say.

His diary reads "Draco" instead of "Malfoy" throughout.

He loves that man, then and now.He once loved him, when they were ignorant students; and after he lost his memory, he fell in love with him again, and forced him to love him too.

The diary self seemed pretty sure that Draco loved him too, but now he didn't seem to be.Maybe it was just a self-deceiving idea, or maybe it was because he wanted to grab the only straw, but in any case, Draco never said he liked him.Maybe he'd kissed him once in the hospital bed, but the memory was so vague he couldn't even remember when he'd been in the hospital.

Although he was very gentle with him, he was avoiding his feelings from the beginning to the end.Even now, having browsed through his diary, he doesn't say anything.Isn't this obvious?

Harry was silent for a while, then turned the diary to a new page and started writing.In any case, life is going on, and he needs to find more memories.

In the evening, he called Draco, and the man's voice was still as low and magnetic as ever.

"Hello, Potter?"

"I want to know, will you call to remind me in the future?"

"As long as you need it."

He hesitated for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"Ok?"

"You are not a therapist, and you usually have your own job. It must be very tiring to be interrupted by me frequently these days."

"No, not at all. And I offered it, too."

"Then why do you want to help me?" Harry looked down at the diary on the table. It's not a good relationship, is it?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't answer right away.After a while, he said softly: "I did something sorry for you, and I need to make it up to you."

"What's the matter?"

Draco seemed to swallow, and his voice became extremely dry: "You have been hospitalized before, in order to treat your memory. But your condition has worsened because of me."

"Is it because of that kiss?" he pressed.

"Potter, I apologize. I really didn't expect this to happen."

"Why are you kissing me?"

"I—you can—understand that it was my insanity. I hadn't done research on it at the time, so I didn't know it was going to happen."

"You didn't know I liked you, so you didn't expect such a big reaction from me, did you?" Harry said calmly, he could imagine how the other party would react.

"Potter, this is actually—"

"Have you read my diary?"

"Yes, Potter, but—"

"what do you want to say?"

"I—sorry, I can't accept your intentions."

Harry stood still for a while, hung up the phone, and sat down beside the bed in silence.He knew it would be like this.

Draco put down the phone and slowly stuffed it into his pocket.He was sitting by the desk by the window, and there was an identical black diary on the desk, which had a cold color under the silvery moonlight.

After reading Harry's diary that day, he engraved a copy with magic, and kept flipping through it in his spare time.He greedily looked at every sentence above, and every complaint and vent could make his gaze stop for a long time.What made him terrified was that Harry would mention him in his diary every day. Seeing himself from the eyes of others is indeed a very unique thing. He looked through the beginning to the end nervously, but found that all this did not seem so bad .

Harry likes him.Judging from his diary on the sixth day, it seems that he also had a vague affection for him during school, although at that time they only knew how to hurt each other.

He kissed his forehead, in that cold bathroom.When he hurt him badly with black magic, he used it to express his apology.

The wounds he treasured were not his exclusive memories, Harry remembered them too, but he had no idea what he was thinking at the time, his struggles were just his obsessions tumbling alone in the middle of the night.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face and forced himself to calm down completely.

This doesn't mean anything, he said to himself, he didn't think of everything, he remembered some vague feelings - judging from his expressions, very vague, and some can't even be judged as likes.

He didn't think of the deaths of Dumbledore and Sirius, he didn't think of the reason for forgiving Snape, and he didn't remember what a glorious existence he used to be...he didn't remember any of them, and in this depressing war and death, they What is a small love?

He remembered him, he remembered what they had said, and that was enough.Maybe he will remember more things in the future, he will remember his dislike for him, he will remember how different positions they stood on, and he will suddenly realize that his life is so wonderful, and he is just one of them episode.

So when Harry contacted him again, he turned him down again.

He recalled the past, but it was past after all.They were no longer young boys studying at Hogwarts. The war had ended for six years, and Harry's memory was still stuck in the moment when the war ended, but he had been working for six years.

Six years can change a lot of things, such as the furnishing of the Burrow, such as the social aspect of the wizarding world, such as the trend of public opinion in the Daily Prophet, such as a person's temperament... He has changed, but he is still static witnesses.Will he still like him now?

Draco didn't dare to think deeply, nor dared to take the risk.He won't allow himself to love him until he has fully recovered his memory.

Harry found that since he remembered about Draco, everything seemed to be moving in the direction of improvement.

He found the diary more and more often when he woke up in the morning, and he gradually remembered what the phone in his pocket was for.When he saw the key in the nightstand, he knew it could unlock the back door of the warehouse.

He sat at the table, quietly looking at the noisy street not far away.There is a crowded cafe on the street, and the sun shines on the open-air tables and chairs outside the cafe.He knew he had sat there with Draco many times.

He also knew that there was a small pavilion a few hundred meters away, where he had held his hand tightly.

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