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Nothing, Everything	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Here I am with the next chapter!
Thanks to the following reviewer: Book_addict_89
Warnings: nothing special aside from angst, but that's a given for this story
I hope you'll like this chapter!
Chapter 2
Blaise whistled lowly, leaning back in the leather chair as he stared at his friend. "So you don't remember being with Potter at all?" he asked astonished.
"That's what I just said," Draco said snippily, accepting the glass of iced tea that one of the Zabini house elves handed over. He hadn't noticed any house elves in the house yesterday and he assumed that was Granger's fault, recalling her fighting for the house elves' rights. Annoying bint.
"Well, that makes things awkward I guess," Blaise murmured; eyes half lidded as he supported his head with his left hand. "Did the Healer say when you're likely to get your memories back?"
"No, he just said to be patient," the blond man snorted, crossing his legs. A Zabini ancestor, a beautiful dark haired woman, regarded him with interest from her spot in the portrait; a faint smirk playing around her lips. "He doesn't even know whether I'll be getting my memories back at all. You haven't lost any memories?"
"None as far as I am aware of, but I didn't get my head smacked against the ground either," his friend, older than him by one month, mused aloud. "If I have forgotten about a lover, then they haven't shown up yet," he added dryly. "It's strange how you've only forgotten about your relationship to Potter, though." Dark eyes regarded the blond wizard intently.
"Maybe they're doing me a favour," Draco sneered, taking a sip of the lemon tea, before placing the glass on the table in front of him.
A dark eyebrow rose up. "Why do you think that?"
"Oh please, you can't honestly tell me you think this relationship between Potter and me is logical," Draco retorted incredulously, rolling his eyes. "I was planning on courting one of the Greengrass sisters – why on earth would I waste such an opportunity to fuck around with Boy Wonder?"
"I wasn't in the country when you started dating Potter," Blaise replied. "When I returned you were already together for five months and you looked happy. Pansy thought it was disgusting how sappy you two were around each other actually. Said you gave her parents a run for their money."
Draco grimaced; a foul taste coating his tongue at the thought of being 'sappy' with Potter. Really, what the hell had he been thinking? "So you don't know why the hell I suddenly went after Potter?"
"No clue, sorry. Unlike Pansy I'm not interested in the romantic liaisons of my friends," Blaise snorted; amusement underlining his voice. The mirth disappeared quickly when he continued, "I'll tell you this, though, Draco: despite what you may think now, you were happy with Potter. You two fit, as odd as that may sound."
Draco didn't deign that worthy of a verbal reply and only glared at the one who was supposed to be his best friend and therefore on his side.
Blaise shrugged, too used to the Malfoy glare by now to be really affected by it. "Just saying: don't ruin what you two had – or have – by acting like a prick now. You're only going to regret it once you have your memories back."
Who said Draco wanted them back? "If I want your advice, I'll ask for it," he snipped.
Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid, okay? This wasn't just a fling: you're engaged and expecting a baby. Now's not the time to start acting like a prat again."
Clearly if he wanted support, he would have to go look elsewhere for it.
"Most people take a few days off work after being in the hospital."
Draco cursed as he startled and accidentally dropped the chopped bark in the potion all at once instead of piece by piece. He brought up a shield around the cauldron just in time for the potion to release a huge cloud of deadly fumes, which turned the colour of sickly dark green. The fumes slammed against the golden shield, which sparked and sputtered but held, and after a few tense seconds the fumes were absorbed the shield, dissolved and turned into regular air.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to disturb me when I'm brewing?" he snarled through clenched teeth as he whirled around and came face to face with the person who had just caused him to ruin his updated version of the Bone Mending Draught.
Pansy didn't even have the grace to look embarrassed. Instead she just looked at him unimpressed and flounced further into the lab; her dark blue robes swishing across her legs. "You should be resting," she scolded him, leaning back against an empty work table.
"I'm not injured anymore," he said irritated, turning back to the ruined mess in the cauldron. There was no way he could salvage that; instead of a gentle rose, thick syrup, it was a hardened, black mass which resembled a stone more than syrup.
Resisting the urge to hex the annoying woman behind him, he pointed his wand at the cauldron and banished the mess to a lake two miles away from Malfoy Manor. The lake contained some creatures which were quite fond of the ruined potion attempts.
"You still haven't regained all your memories," she snapped. "That counts as injured to me."
"Who told you about my missing memories?" he demanded to know, before realising there was only one person who could have informed her. "My mother," he muttered and scowled.
"She's worried about you," Pansy said lightly.
"It's not like I'm missing huge chunks of my memory," he retorted annoyed, casting a couple of spells which would thoroughly cleanse the cauldron.
"No, you just don't remember your fiancé, who's carrying your child to boot, at all," she snorted and when he looked back at her, he saw she had crossed her arms in front of her chest and was frowning.
"Can we not?" he groaned, sinking down on the chair. "I'm not in the mood to discuss this again."
"Have you even tried to talk to him yet?"
"We talked yesterday," he replied airily.
"I mean really talked, Draco," she said exasperatedly. "You know, about your relationship?"
She received a glower as answer.
"I take it you haven't," she sighed.
"What's there to talk about?" he asked rudely.
She stared at him incredulously. "Oh, I don't know; maybe about how you're going to do things now that you're missing your memories? Like trying to make new memories instead in case yours don't show up anymore? Getting to know him again?"
"Why would I do that?" he questioned scathingly.
"Did you not hear me just now? Did the attack damage your hearing too?" she sneered; eyes glittering. "He's your fiancé, for Merlin's sake! You're expecting a child together! Those two reasons aren't good enough for you?"
"I don't know why the hell I decided to get engaged to him or why on earth I thought having a child this early was a smart idea. I don't remember a fucking thing about us, Pansy," he bit out. "So far both mother and Blaise have been telling me that I was happy with him, but I can't see why! We've always been enemies; why the hell would I ever have decided to change that?"
"Look, I don't know why exactly you decided to date him - "
"Oh, now there's a surprise!"
"But the point remains that you were indeed happy with him! I've never seen you so happy before, Draco, and I don't want you to screw up that happiness by acting like a total git now," she snapped.
"I've only been out of the hospital for one fucking day – can't you all give me at least some time to adjust before you're getting on my case for not immediately being all fucking lovey-dovey with Potter?!"
His outburst echoed through the lab, tinged with anger and frustration, and some of the more delicate vials shivered before stilling. Breathing heavily, he turned back around to the cauldron, knowing that if he glared at Pansy for a second longer, he would curse her.
For a while neither of them said anything.
Why was everyone so adamant that he spoke to Potter? Did they think that talking to the git would miraculously bring his memories back? Newsflash, he had talked to the idiot yesterday and nothing had happened. As far as Draco was concerned, he would be happy to not have anything happening at all. His missing memories were only about Potter and their relationship – nothing vital that would harm him or hurt his chances of getting higher up in society if he never regained them. He would be able to live his life without any problems, even if his memories never returned.
It wasn't as if he would be losing out on much if his memories stayed lost. No matter what anyone said, he knew he and Potter weren't a perfect match. Never mind the fact that they had been rivals for as long as they had known each other – Potter was a guy. Draco had never entertained any thoughts of being interested in a bloke and even if he had, Potter would have been the last wizard he would ever consider dating or fucking.
To think that apparently he had been stupid enough to not only date and fuck the git, but to also knock him up … Disgust filled his stomach like a leaden ball.
No, as far as he was concerned, his three attackers had done him a favour by making him lose those memories. Now he could start with a blank slate and actually go looking for a suitable spouse. There was the matter of being engaged and expecting a baby, but …
"I'm sorry, Draco," Pansy broke the silence; her voice small with regret. "You're right; you're just out of the hospital and I shouldn't be pushing you to act like everything is normal. You know I care about you, right?"
"I know," Draco said and sighed softly. He realised she meant well, but that didn't take away the fact that he didn't appreciate her being pushy and nosy.
"It's nearly lunch time – what do you say about having lunch with me in the new restaurant that opened in Diagon Alley?" she suggested; tone purposefully light-hearted.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll pay," she insisted; a slight pout lingering around her mouth.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Not like you're going to leave me alone otherwise."
"Careful, Draco, or you'll become as grouchy as Snape was," she retorted in a sing song voice and cackled, ducking neatly when he threw an Itchy Burn Hex at her.
Not for the first time he wondered why he put up with her. Maybe too much exposure from when he was a child.
He managed to avoid Potter for a week by getting up earlier than the Auror and remaining in his potion's lab until very late – ignoring his mother's heavy gaze every time he left Malfoy Manor. He was content to ignore the younger man forever if need be, but of course his luck couldn't last that long.
When he came downstairs into the kitchen on Thursday morning, he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, going over the potions he needed to brew today. He had almost walked straight past the man, but Potter shifted slightly and the movement attracted his attention. Abruptly he froze and stared at the dark haired man, who gazed back with a hint of unease lurking in the depths of those dark green eyes. He didn't look all that well; he looked rather pale and haggard with bags underneath his eyes. He was sitting rather slumped at the kitchen table with his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, only dressed in a loose, white shirt and some pyjama trousers.
"You're up early," Draco remarked carefully, backing away to the counter where he filled his own mug with coffee.
"Can say the same of you," Potter replied quietly; his voice rather rough.
"You look like shit," the blond man commented callously.
"Being nauseous for a few hours and throwing up will do that to you," Potter retorted dryly. "The morning sickness wasn't completely gone as I hoped it to be."
Draco hummed in lieu of not knowing how to respond to that and hid behind his coffee, sipping carefully from the hot liquid, as he lounged against the counter, trying to decide whether to eat breakfast here or have one of the Malfoy house elves bring him some.
"I haven't seen you in a while," Potter mentioned carefully; his eyes too wide for his narrow face.
"A lot of orders that need to be finished," Draco answered curtly. Probably easier to just have one of the house elves bring him some breakfast; at least then he was guaranteed that the food would be good.
"How, eh, how are you doing?" Potter bit his lip, slowly releasing his death grip on his mug.
"Fine; like usual," the blond wizard replied flatly, lowering his own mug somewhat.
"That's, that's good." Potter nodded decisively and licked his lip. "You know, it's a good thing I didn't miss you today. Matthew, you know, my colleague, wants to speak to you."
"About what?" Draco questioned warily.
"He wants to go over your testimony again."
"I already told you guys everything I could remember."
"I know, but he still wants to go over it with you again. See if maybe you remember something else."
"I don't."
"You never know," Potter insisted stubbornly. "It wouldn't be the first time a witness remembered a new detail when talking to an Auror."
"Rest assured, I'm not going to be - "
"Either you come with me to the office today or Aurors will show up at your lab," Potter interrupted him and while his voice was calm, even leaning towards quiet, the underlying meaning didn't escape Draco and he glared at the other man.
Aurors showing up at Malfoy Manor, even when father had been free for a year already, wouldn't be good for their reputation at all. News like that tended to travel awfully fast, even if the Aurors weren't there to arrest anyone.
Potter raised his hands in the air. "Not my call, but it is what's going to happen if you don't come with me," he defended himself.
"Not much like a choice, is it?" Draco retorted bitterly.
"It is a choice – just not a very good one," the dark haired man admitted and rose up from the chair, abandoning his cup. He stretched out his arms, his shirt rising up slightly to show the slightest hint of his rounded belly and Draco hastily averted his eyes.
"I'm going to take a shower before we leave," Potter murmured and after casting an unreadable glance at the blond man, he left the kitchen; bare feet padding silently on the floor.
Grey eyes turned to scowl at his half empty mug. Great, there went his blissful Potter free week.
"I don't think I'll be of much help," Draco stated immediately as soon as the door fell shut behind him.
He and Potter had travelled to the Ministry using the Floo network – Potter had looked remarkably green by the time they were done spinning and exiting the fireplace and for a moment Draco had expected him to throw up. No food had been regurgitated, thankfully, and they had made their way to the Auror department, where they had been greeted by a young, blond haired man with light blue eyes, who had introduced himself as Matthew Caley. He was one of the two Aurors who had checked the scene for magical traces.
Caley had led him to his office, while Potter slipped into his own, throwing what Draco thought was supposed to be a reassuring look.
"You never know," Caley said lightly, crossing the room to his desk.
The office was rather spacious, having enough space for two desks and three bookcases without it coming across as cluttered and small, which led Draco to think that this Caley and his partner had to be on a rather high Auror rank in the hierarchy.
At the moment Caley's partner wasn't present yet.
"When Kelly and I did the sweep, we picked up a rather high amount of animosity in the signatures," Caley started, picking a file from the top of the pile on his desk and opening it. He beckoned Draco to come closer, gesturing towards the chair in front of the mahogany desk. "So we're pretty certain that the attack was revenge oriented and not simply random."
"I'm afraid that won't really narrow it down much. I don't have a shortage of enemies," Draco smiled thinly, taking the offered seat after a pause.
Blue eyes regarded him keenly. "No, I don't think you have," Caley replied calmly with none of the sneering Draco had expected him to use. The Auror sat down as well, tapping a finger on the file. "Which makes it even more important that we catch them before they decide to attack you again. You were lucky once before, but it's best not to try that luck twice. One of the first things we'll have to determine is whether the revenge was solely focused on you or whether they're aiming to attack other people as well. Harry and Ron are working on trying to find links in cases we've seen before, but given the amount of cases we have, that's not going to be easy."
"I'm not sure whether I can help you. I haven't seen their faces at all, so I can't give a description," Draco remarked, a tad annoyed that he had to repeated himself again.
Were all Aurors this obtuse or was it just his lousy luck?
"While having a facial description would be the easiest," Caley admitted with a wry smile, "there are other ways to describe someone. What kind of clothes they wore, their height and weight, the type of wand … Even unusual details like an odd voice or a special kind of scent. Anything really that pops out and could be a way to identify them in a crowd. You'd be surprised at how many cases we've managed to solve based on one small detail."
"Fine, let's do this," Draco grumbled, settling back into the chair. "The sooner we're done here, the sooner I can get back to work."
"I appreciate your cooperation," Caley replied dryly and selected a blank piece of parchment. He dipped the tip of his quill in the inkwell and looked expectantly at Draco. "Give me everything you can remember about them, even if the details seem stupid to you. Every bit of information can be used."
Draco checked a sigh and reminded himself that losing his temper in the Ministry wouldn't be a good idea. "All three of them wore dark blue robes," he started, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair as he recalled the battle again. "Two of them were around my height, but one of them was a bit shorter and had wider shoulders. Unless they used a special spell to change their voices, they're all men."
And so he continued, describing their built, the way they had moved, – the shorter one had walked with some kind of limp – the sound of their voices (one of them had sounded quite gruff, as if he had been smoking his entire life) and the spells they had used. He couldn't remember what kind of wand they had used, but figured he could be forgiven for that considering he had been more occupied with defending himself.
"That's all I can remember," he concluded after he had recounted the exact words the three attackers had used.
Caley uttered a noise of satisfaction as he leant back in his chair; his eyes gliding over the parchment as he reread what he had written down. "That's more than enough, Mister Malfoy. You've been a great help. If you don't mind, would you be willing to send me a list of anyone who could have had the motive to attack you?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "How about almost the entire Wizarding World?" he retorted sarcastically; the corners of his mouth pulled downwards.
Caley grimaced, rubbing a hand over his chin where the barest hint of a scruff was visible. "Perhaps I worded it wrongly," he said begrudgingly and sighed, placing the parchment back down. "Let me rephrase myself: can you give me a list of people you personally suspect would have a reason to attack you? Maybe someone you have angered in the last few months or someone who's jealous of your business? Anyone in particular who stands out to you."
Draco pursed his lips together and nodded slowly; his mind already quickly going through the names of the people he had spoken to in the last couple of months. "I'll see if I can come up with someone in particular."
"All right, then you're free to go," Caley smiled and stood up, reaching out with his hand. "Have a good day, Mister Malfoy."
"You too," Draco murmured, shaking the Auror's hand and left the office –
Only to almost walk into a blonde woman. Instinctively he reached out to steady the witch and when she raised her head surprised, he inhaled sharply as he realised he was looking at Astoria Greengrass.
Her chestnut brown hair fell in soft curls down her back and her large, blue eyes gazed at him surprised before she smiled demurely and took a step back.
"Sorry about that," he apologised. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be right behind the door."
She laughed; a gentle sound that relaxed him. "Don't apologise; it's my fault, really. I wasn't looking where I was going." She looked past him at the closed door of Caley's office and furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, I was just in there to give the Aurors some information about a case," he answered; his nose picking up the scent of roses. "I haven't seen you in a while. May I be so bold as to ask what you are doing here?"
"Oh, I'm here to - "
"Draco?"
Truthfully Draco had expected to see Potter when he turned around, but instead he came face to face with Millicent Bulstrode, dressed in the Unspeakables' robes. Her brown eyes studied him carefully before they switched over to Astoria.
"It's been a while since I last saw you," Millicent greeted him and came closer; her jaw still heavy set.
"I'm sorry, I have an appointment to reach on time," Astoria smiled apologetically at Draco and briefly placed her hand on his. "It was nice to see you again, Draco. Miss Bulstrode," she added with a nod to the older woman before striding off, deeper into the department.
"You look well," Millicent observed; her eyes still studying him critically.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He quirked an eyebrow, tearing his gaze off Astoria's retreating figure.
"Your visit to Saint Mungos comes to mind," she replied mildly.
"My, news travels fast," he murmured irritated.
"It always does when one is associated with Harry Potter."
Ignoring her comment for now, he asked, "What are you doing here, Millicent? Aren't you working for the Unspeakables?"
An Auror passed by them with a bunch of files clenched against his chest, barely sparing them a glance as he hurried past them.
"I am, but occasionally our two departments work together," she answered calmly. From somewhere in her robes she procured an odd looking silver ball, in which a dark cloud like mass was slowly twisting and turning, occasionally flashing when it bumped against the inner walls of the ball. "The Aurors found this instrument when they searched the home of one of their suspects and asked us to examine it. I'm here to bring them the report about it."
She cocked her head. "You're here for your own case?"
Grey eyes narrowed with wariness. "What makes you think that?" he asked evasively.
She offered him a dry look. "Potter conferred with some of my colleagues last week, asking whether there's magic that is meant to target specific memories and remove them without having to use Legilimency or Obliviating people."
"And why would his question have anything to do with me?" he questioned airily, though begrudgingly he was a bit impressed by Potter's inquiry. Most people thought only Legilimency or Obliviation spells could remove memories; Draco, however, knew that he hadn't been Obliviated – Blaise had attested to that – and the blond wizard would have felt it if someone had tried to get past his Occlumency shields.
She rolled her eyes, breaking the aura of mystery she had adopted after starting to work with the Unspeakables. "Because it is well known that Potter dislikes the Unspeakables. If one of his cases require our help, he sends someone else to talk to us. That is why I made the connection between the case he's working on now and you. The only reason he would willingly work with us is if it leads to helping someone he cares about."
"Well, aren't I one lucky guy," Draco muttered darkly. He paused and studied Millicent in return who raised an eyebrow questioningly. Quickly he raised a Privacy Bubble around them and inquired, "How much do you know about the relationship between me and him?"
Brown eyes blinked, clearly taken aback by the non sequitur question. "Not much," she replied honestly. "It's not like we go out for drinks every week."
"Do you know how we started dating?" His heart started pounding a little bit faster. It was probably stupid to expect a real answer from Millicent. While they had an amicable relationship, they had never been best friends and she would be the last person he would confide in. They simply didn't know each other well enough to be really classified as anything but friendly ex-classmates.
If she thought the question was weird, she didn't show it. Instead she cocked her head slightly to the right and stared at him contemplatively. "I don't know the details," she said eventually. "We're not that close after all. All I know is that you started dating around a month after you both had been taken captive by a Dark Wizard."
Wait, what?
AN2: Just in case: Draco is going to act like a bastard for quite some time in this fic, so don't expect fluff anytime soon *coughs*
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Cuddles
Melissa
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