Discovering Love and Lost Memories

The sink was still drip, drip, dripping when Draco awoke in the cold cell. His cloak and clothing he had been wearing before had been taken, and had been replaced by the basics. A shirt, slacks, and a pair of socks. But those basic clothing items could not combat the chill of this room. He supposed some angry guard had cast some spell on his cell to give the Malfoy heir some discomfort, since the cells in the Ministry would probably not normally be chilly. This was a climate controlled building.



He curled further inward, hoping to use his own body heat to warm himself. His hands found warmth between his theighs, but his feet were still somewhat cold. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping to go back to sleep, but the dripping in the sink and the chill of the room kept him unhappily awake.



Now that he was awake and concious of the water dripping, Draco realized he really had to pee. This was part of his pregnancy he hated. That, along with the nausea, backaches, and headaches. His father had laughed at him whenever he threw up because of the pregnancy. He delighted in the fact that Draco had developed a hatred of the smell of oatmeal with raisons, and made sure that Draco was presented with a large bowl of the stuff every morning. It had formerly been one of Draco’s favored breakfast meals, but currently, he shunned it.



His feet hit the dirty floor and he pulled himself up and trudged to the toilet to empty his bladder. He was in mid-piss, staring at the stream hitting the water of the toilet bowl, when the sound of someone clearing their throat came from near the door. He lifted his head to look, and found himself staring at the disgusted face of Ronald Weasley.



“Why Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He finished up at the toilet and closed up his pants, before turning to the sink and washing his hands thoroughly. Ron continued to stand there and watch him. Once he had finished at the sink as well, he looked for a towel of some type, but finding none, shook his hands free of most of the water and then dried them on his pants. Then he walked back over to the bed, sat down, and turned his attention to Ronald Weasley.



“I heard you turned up recently, and I thought I ought to come see if it was true.” Ron said finally.



“And they just let people like you wander the halls and into people’s cells?” Draco asked with minor contempt evident.



“They let me in because I’m training to be an Auror, Malfoy.”



“Ah, well, goodluck with that then. If you don’t mind, I really would rather you left.”



“Actually, I do mind. You see, when Harry turned up a couple months ago, he was in bad shape. I was in the hospital the day he woke up and started talking about you. He said some pretty…weird things. Is it all true?”



“It depends what he said I suppose.” Draco said, trying to sound nochalant even though he ached to ask the man in the doorway what Harry had said.



“He said he mated with you. He said you’re a Veela, and you are pregnant with his twins. Is it true, Malfoy?”



Draco was trying hard not to show that he was shaking. So Harry had told people about what had happened between them. But if that was true, then why hadn’t he come back for Draco? What had he been doing all those months while Draco sat in a dungeon cell in the Dark Lord’s castle?



“It is true.” He said softly. “Can I see Harry? Will you bring him by?”



“I don’t think that would be a good idea. He’s with my sister. They’ve been living together, and I don’t want to tear them apart by helping you.”



Draco almost hissed when he heard that Harry and the Weaselette had been together. How many times had Harry slept with that little whore while Draco, his mate, the barrer of his children, sat pregnant and alone? His shoulders slumped. He lowered his head and hid his face in his arms.



Ron wasn’t used to seeing the proud, arrogant Draco Malfoy express any emotion short of rage and contempt. He shuffled his feet, moved forward slightly, thinking he should comfort the blond man, but remembered himself and backed off again.



After several minutes passed, in the space of which Draco had begun to quietly cry, and Ron had become more and more uncomfortable, the readhead left the cell and closed the door softly, trying to block out the blond’s tears from his mind. The last thing he wanted was to feel for Malfoy.



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Harry sat in the kitchen, eating a piece of toast and some eggs that he couldn’t taste. He didn’t know what he was going to do next. He had remembered all those things about Draco, and now that he thought about it, more memories flooded him. The way Draco kissed, the way he tasted, the sound he made when Harry touched his cock just so…



He broke that thought with the shake of his head, and ran a hand over his stubbled face. He hadn’t been in to work in a few days, since he had found Draco in Malfoy Mannor. He thought perhaps he should go to the Minister and recant his former testimony. Tell them that he remembered now that Draco was pregnant with his children. But that would also put the blame onto his friends and mentor, since they were the ones who had literally changed Harry’s mind for him.



But then, hadn’t he heared something about Draco being scheduled for a paternity test to check whether or not Harry’s blood was within the children he carried? Harry’s blood was on file with the Ministry, he knew. He remembered giving it the day he had finalized the paperwork to become an Auror.



They had speeded him through the process, because they claimed to need him so much. Voldemort wasn’t dead yet, and Harry was the key to that. The Ministry did so enjoy having the key to every situation. So Harry agreed to be an Auror, dispite the fact that Ron would still have to do the program in full.



Hogwarts was at a standstill anyways. Voldemort was too bold in his attacks to keep it safe, and too many children had been pulled out by their parents for the school to continue.



He finished his food and stood to wash his plate himself. He often forgot that Dobby would be more then willing to do that for him, since his years of doing it himself snapped in whenver he was thinking deeply about something else. His plate clean, dried, and replaced in the cupboard, he turned to leave the room just as the door openned and Ginny slipped in.



“I’m all packed Harry. I’ll be returning to the Burrow if you want to talk to me. I know you hate me, and what I did was wrong, but I still don’t believe you’re in your right mind when you think of Malfoy like that. I’ll give you your space though. And Harry, even though you think I’ve betrayed you, I do love you.”



With that said, she left the room. Harry turned back to the sink, and found nothing there to answer his questions. He looked around the counter. There were no answers there either.



Whether he told the Ministry he remembered, or they tested Draco’s children…Harry and Draco’s children for the paternity of their father, the answer would be the same. People would start to question why Harry had refused Draco if he knew he was the father. And in the end, everyone would know that it was Harry’s friends who had commited an illegal act in changing his memories for him.



Harry sighed and left the kitchen to head for his bedroom to get dressed. Today would be a very interesting, and challenging day.