Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling, and therefore do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own this plot. Please do not sue, because all I can give you is a stick of sugarfree gum (which i want...MINE!). Enjoy!

Warning: This is Slash (meaning M/M relationships, for you newbies.) And the slash pairing WILL be Draco/Harry. Yes, this story does contain Het, (M/F relationships) such as Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, and a little Draco/Pansy, Harry/Pansy. Don't like? Don't read. Send me a flamer, if you want, but I warned you fair and square about the Slash. If you are one of those ppl that send me a flamer, i will put it on the site so everyone can see how lame you are that you didn't read the Warning.

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Dracosdesire, for making sure all of my sentences flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there is, let me know and i will be sure to slap her. Thx!

To Reviewer: Anti-Ginny/Harry: OMG, how did you know one of Harry's powers gets multiplied to Draco?!? Wow, you must be like, a mind reader or something! But, good thing you dont know WHICH power. HA HA! So, Draco doesn't realize he has one of Harry's powers, so that's why i havent mentioned it yet. In later chapters, Draco will begin to feel different, and things like that...but, OMG, I cannot believe I'm that predictable! Sheesh...

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(A/N: **PLEASE GO BACK TO CHAPTER 2** If you haven't checked out the updated Chapter 2, I recommend that you do, or else the story will NOT make sense. Please? I am very, very sorry for this and will find a way to make it up to my faithful readers. Anyway, the part that you need to check on is right in the beginning, and there IS another (A/N) to let you know when you can stop reading the update...k? Again, I apologize for any inconvienience.)

“Don’t worry, Harry. I’ll get Madam Pomfrey for you.” Draco said, and headed off towards Madam Pomfrey’s office. She sprinted to Harry’s side, Draco right beside her.

“Mr. Potter. You gave us all quite a fright. Do you remember what happened?”

Harry lie still for a minute before shaking his head slightly. “No, Madam Pomfrey, I don’t. Who is he?” Harry pointed at Draco.

“My name’s Draco Malfoy, Harry.” Harry cocked his head and stared at him.

“Oh, you are that guy everyone wanted to know if I knew. They asked me a lot of questions about you at St. Mungos. Who are you?”

“I’m a student here, Harry. I’m one of your classmates.” Draco said with a twinge of guilt.

“Why don’t I remember? Why am I in Hospital Wing?” Harry asked, confused at his position as a patient in the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey spoke up. “Harry, you got hurt while playing Quidditch against Mr. Malfoy, here.”

“Quidditch? I don’t play Quidditch.” Harry said, still confused.

Madam Pomfrey pulled Draco away from Harry. “Why doesn’t he remember playing Quidditch, Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco gave her a long pause before he sighed. “In our first year, during flying lessons, a Gryffindor dropped his Remembroll. I picked it up and flew up in the air with it, and Harry followed. It was his first time on a broom, but he flew just as well as I.

“I threw the ball at the school, and Harry raced after it and caught it right before it hit Professor McGonagall’s window. So, she came out and got Harry to make him Seeker for Gryffindor House. But, since I was never in his life, he never mounted the broom, and Professor McGonagall never saw him ride, and he didn’t make the team.” Draco said.

He was breathing deeply now, looking murderous because of how much his life had influenced Harry’s own.

“Well,” Madam Pomfrey breathed faintly. “We have to do something. He has got to remember his place on the team.”

“Madam Pomfrey,” Draco said quietly, “I’ll do it. I’ll reteach Harry everything. I’ll spend time with him, that way he gets better acquainted with me.”

“You are sure about this, Mr. Malfoy?” Draco nodded. “Alright. When he is released, he’s your responsibility.” he nodded again, and they went back over to Harry.

“Draco, am I supposed to know you?” Harry asked innocently.

“Don’t worry, Harry. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together when they release you. I’m going to teach you how to be so good on a broom, Professor McGonagall will make you Seeker for the House Team.” Harry’s eyes went wide.

“Me? Seeker? No way. I’ve never flown.” Harry said. Madam Pomfrey smiled at Draco. She left the room for a minute, before bringing soup and twelve other things for Harry to eat. “Besides, why would Professor McGonagall make me Seeker? Maybe Professor Snape will but-”

‘Oh, no.’ Draco thought. Taking another glance at Madam Pomfrey, Draco asked, “Harry, what House are you in?”

Harry just stared at him. “Slytherin, of course.”

Draco glanced up at Madam Pomfrey, and her eyes narrowed at Draco. “I’ll leave you to explain to him, Mr. Malfoy. If you need me, I’ll be in my office. I need to get Professor Dumbledore down here, immediately.”

Draco sat there, telling Harry about himself, and let Harry tell him about himself. Draco was very surprised to know how much of himself the other Harry kept from him. The one thing Harry didn’t manage to talk about, was his powers.

So, when Harry was done, Draco said, “Harry, I know about your powers. You don’t have to hide them from me.” Harry stared wide-eyed at Draco.

“How did you know about them? I’ve never told a soul about them.” Draco looked into his eyes. He needed to tell Harry the truth.

“Harry, if I tell you something that may sound completely ridiculous, will you try to take me seriously?” Harry nodded, and Draco sighed. “You are in Gryffindor House. You are Seeker for Gryffindor House. You have been since first year.” he started. “Five days ago, you and I were playing for practice. You caught the Snitch, but we collided and got seriously injured. You had brain surgery and had part of your memory erased. That part of your memory happened to be never meeting me. Or ever hearing of me, for that matter…”

Draco told him the story of his life, as if it was a bedtime story for a preschooler. “When you came to Hogwarts, The Sorting Hat said you should be in Slytherin, but I went into it, so you asked it to put you somewhere else. It put you in Gryffindor…” - “…In first year, we had flying lessons together. Since you and I never met, you don’t remember me taking the Remembroll, throwing it, and you flying to catch it, and in the process, making the team.”

Harry stared wide-eyed at the boy. “You are serious? I’m…I’m in Gryffindor?” Draco nodded. “What will Pansy think?” Harry said with utter disgust in his voice.

“Pansy? Are you dating her?” Draco asked, wearing an expressionless face. Harry nodded. “Well, not in this reality. I’m dating her in this reality. You are dating Ginny Weasley.”

“Who?” Harry asked, starting to think. Weasley…Weasley…the name sounded familiar. “Oh, you mean the red-haired girl with freckles. I do think she’s hott, but I wouldn’t date her. I’m a Slytherin.” he replied proudly.

“Ah, but you aren’t. You are a Gryffindor. And, you are the Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, too.” Harry’s jaw dropped.

“Anything else I should need to know about my life?” Harry asked playfully. “What about you and I? Were we friends?”

“Not in so many words…but we can be now. I would really like that, actually.” Draco smiled and sat on the edge of Harry’s bed. “Do you want to have visitors? The whole Gryffindor Team wants to see you, and I’m sure your girlfriend is dieing to snog you.”

“Er, being snogged I can handle, but I don’t know any of the names of those people. How will I know?” Harry asked, looking at Draco.

Draco thought about this, then got an idea. “One of your powers is being able to read minds. We’ll let one or two people in at a time, and all you have to do is read my thoughts when someone new enters. If they ask you a question about the practice, I’ll give you the answer in my head. Alright? Plus, if Weaslette gets in here, I promise you snogging. You’ve already shagged the girl.” Draco smiled at him, and Harry nodded.

Draco went to get Madam Pomfrey to let two people at a time in. Ginny raced to his bed and cupped his face in her hands. She put her lips to his, her tongue wanting in his mouth. He parted his lips, and the snogging started. When they heard someone cough behind them, they stopped.

‘That’s Ron Weasley, your best mate, Ginny’s brother, keeper on your Quidditch Team.’ Draco’s head said.

“Ron, good to see you, mate.” Harry said to Ron, and Ron smiled.

“We’ve missed you, Harry.” He told him. “What’s he doing here?”

“Ron, Draco’s going to help me to get better since I, er, saved his life.” Harry shrugged.

Ron gave a look of pure disgust and rage, but he managed to contain it to talk to Harry. “Life just isn’t the same without you. When are you coming back?”

‘I‘ll be released in about four or five days, Ron. Sorry. I had brain surgery and I won’t be up to it for a while.’ Draco thought.

“About four or five days, Ron.” Harry repeated. “Sorry. I had brain surgery and -”

“Brain surgery? What happened?”

‘I don’t want to talk about it right now. But I’ll talk to you soon. I need to get through all of my visitors.’

Harry repeated Draco’s thoughts word for word. Ginny demanded that she stay, so she pulled a chair up close to his head, stroking his hair when two other people came in. They were twins.

‘Fred and George Weasley. Older brothers of Ginny and Ron, beaters on your Quidditch Team. Own a joke shop that you paid for.’

“Hey, Harry.” They said in unison.

“Nice catch of the snitch a while back. That was excellent.” One of them said.

“And, you picked a good Chaser. Ginny has practiced with us the last three times. She’s better than Angelina!” The other said.

Harry took Ginny’s hand and kissed it. “I knew I was right about you.” he said. She smiled and kissed him full on the lips.

Fred and George left, and Hermione came in. Harry talked smoothly to her, as if he has known her since he was supposed to. When she left, Harry spoke to Draco in his thoughts; Ginny was still there.

‘I am starting to remember, Draco! I’m starting to remember the practice!’

‘You sure, Harry? You might just be seeing my memory. Madam Pomfrey said you probably wouldn’t gain your full memory back.’

‘I haven’t gained my full memory back, but I remember the players. And, I’m not seeing your memory, because I see it from my point of view…I actually look at you at some point…and then I see the Snitch in front of me.’

Draco gasped. ‘That’s…great, Harry. I’ll get Madam Pomfrey. Try to get rid of your girlfriend before I come back.’

Draco left, after a long silence - to Ginny - and Harry was left with her. He pulled her down to him, and snogged her. His tongue brushing up against hers, he started remembering shagging her in his Head Boy room. Memories fluttered back to him.

“Ginny, I need a moment with Madam Pomfrey. You can come back here when she goes back to her office, alright?” Ginny nodded and leant down to give Harry another kiss. She walked to the end of the Hospital Wing, and Harry could hear footsteps coming back up to his bed. Madam Pomfrey stood there.

“Remember something, Mr. Potter?” she asked, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Actually, I’m starting to remember a lot.” he said, and Madam Pomfrey smiled wider. Draco, however, didn’t seem so happy. “Madam Pomfrey, may speak to Draco for a minute?” Harry asked politely. She nodded and made her way back to her office. When she was out of earshot, Draco spoke.

“What do you remember, Harry?” He said, sitting in the chair that Ginny had.

“I can remember…the Quidditch practice more now,” he said, thinking. “I also remember my Head Boy room; I remember shagging Ginny in it.” Harry claimed. I also remember this place called ‘The Burrow’…The Weasleys live there, don’t they?” Harry asked, and Draco nodded. “Why do you look so upset that I’m remembering? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

Draco looked in the once-again fragile eyes of Harry Potter. “No, Harry. I’m not exactly happy for you. If you remember me again, and your life goes back to normal, you won’t like me. I won’t have a chance to be your friend. You’ll reject me. You might not think it now, but you don’t have the memories I do. How much I picked on you, and teased you; just to get a rise from you. I always thought it was because I hated you, Harry. But I was wrong. I noticed that I picked on you so I could be around you, and you couldn’t see my true feelings. My act got so good, I didn’t even see that my hatred was fake anymore.”

“Draco,” Harry whispered, “let me see. Let me see your memories. I’ll see them from your point of view, but I’ll still see. Please, Draco. Let me see.”

Harry looked at the pale Slytherin, and Draco stared back. Harry was asking permission to look at his memories. He didn’t want to look at them without Draco’s consent. Draco looked into his eyes, before he felt a sob coming up his throat. He felt his eyes water.

Draco Malfoy was going to cry.

Suddenly, the sob escaped his throat and he shed a single tear. Draco nodded, and Harry closed his eyes.

Draco just sat there, thinking of how he would never have Harry now, how Harry will see all of those things he did to him for attention, not out of hatred. No more tears were shed, but Draco sobbed more, especially when the most painful thought went through his mind over and over again.

The thought of Harry using his powers against him because he tried to take advantage of him in his needing state. But Draco knew that wasn’t what he was doing; he really cared for Harry. He wanted to be near him always, and love him until the day they died. He just had to accept the fact that he wouldn’t; he wouldn’t always be close by, but he could still love him until the day he died; no one would stop him, either.

Harry’s eyes opened to see Draco’s face in his hands. He could hear the faint sobs that Draco was trying to suppress, but he wasn’t doing such a good job at. Harry lifted his hand to Draco’s arm. Draco’s head rose immediately; his watery silver gaze meeting Harry’s solid emerald one.

Harry smiled at Draco, before whispering, “I forgive you, Draco.”

Draco could have died on the spot, but he willed himself to live. Seeing Harry smile at him, after he saw all the awful things Draco did to him and his friends, was a pleasure, to say the least. Madam Pomfrey came back with Dumbledore, and saw them like that.

“Excuse me, dears. Mr. Potter, do you want to share your memories with us?” she asked. Harry nodded and went into the memories from what he remembered that day, none of them containing Draco.

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Okay, so not much going on...O well. Since I made a mistake in Chapter 2, I'm going to be posting Chapter six extra early. *__*

To my reviewer, Dracosboi, I have thought about giving Harry an extra power, if I do the Battle Scene between Harry and Voldemort. It WILL be awesome!

Oh, and as promised, here are the titles and summaries to my other fics. please leave a review to vote for which you like best:

**I Thought I knew You.** RATED NC-17. H/D, H/(basically everyone). Harry defeated Voldemort during his fifth year at Hogwarts. During the summer between fifth and sixth year, Harry decides to change his look and attitude. He goes to Hogwarts, and shys away from the Gryffindors, and right to the Slytherins. (So basically, Harry's a player.) Something happens, and Harry must find out wo caused it, and weither or not they will help take care of it...even though Draco is more than willing, even if it's not his problem...(Contains M-Preg)

**Used.** RATED NC-17. H/D, HP/SS. Harry is attacked, and Draco saves him. Or does he? Draco takes Harry to Voldemort, who tells Harry of some important information that changes his life dramatically. How does Harry respond to Draco's most important question that could change Harry's life? |The Dark Side would have all the answers. All Draco had to do was ask Harry.| (Contains Minor)

**I Want You To Want Me.** RATED NC-17. H/D. Draco loves Harry, and wants Harry to love him back. When Draco finds the perfect opportunity, he doesn't waste time in taking it. Things end up better than expected for Draco, when he finds out Harry is carrying a miracle. HIS miracle. When Dumbledore ruins everything, how are Ron, Hermione, and Draco going to make it right? (Contains Rape, M-Preg)

**Changed.** RATED NC-17. H/D, H/S(eamus). The Dursleys die at the end of fifth year, so Harry is sent to live with his late God-Father's closest family. I'm sure you all remember that Narcissia Malfoy's maiden name is Black, right? ::smirks evilly:: How is Draco taking the new arrangements? What about Ron? And when Ron gives Harry a chance to get out of the Malfoy's care, does Harry take it?

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DUE TO FALSE ACCUSATIONS BROUGHT UPON ME, I AM CEASING TO ASK FOR REVIEWS ON THIS STORY.