Do You Remember?

Do You Remember?
Author: Gwen
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The title says it all
Note: POV is left up to the reader to decide who this is.

Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I’ve kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they’ve played

“Easier To Run” by Linkin Park

*~*~*~*

Do you remember that night so long ago?

The night we set aside our differences and traded hatred for passion, if for just that one night?

I do.

I remember everything.

I remember the look in your eye as you read the note I sent two mornings before our final day at Hogwarts. You never could refuse a chance to put me in my place, and this was no different.

‘Northeast Tower – tomorrow - midnight ’ it read. It wasn’t signed, but you knew who it was from.

I watched as you folded the note and tucked it away, your eyes glancing across the Great Hall towards me, the slight nod of acceptance.

I had arrived before you that night, eager in my anticipation of having you after all these years. As the minutes ticked by, midnight coming and going, I feared that you would not come, or that maybe you would.

But then you were there and for one brief moment, I wondered if I had done the right thing, or the wrong thing, with this.

Your wand at my throat should have been cause for panic, it certainly had been in the past, but what calmed me was the look in your eye.

My hands were held out in surrender, showing you that I was unarmed, and the look changed.

As I brought my hand up to caress your face, thumbs feathering over your silken skin, it changed again.

When I brushed my lips against yours, I felt an answering pressure a fraction of a second before I heard your wand fall to the floor.

I gave you everything I was that night. When you claimed my body, you claimed my heart and soul as well.

When I claimed your body, I tried to convey everything I felt for you – the love, passion, yearning I’d hidden for so long. Hatred and pettiness were not allowed an audience that night.

And you still have my heart.

No matter who came after you, my heart was never theirs.

Only yours.

Always yours.

When I start to doubt that it ever happened, I go to my Pensieve and remember. Remember the way it felt to be held in your arms, remember the feel of your lips as they coaxed cries of pleasure from my own, remember the chaste kiss you gave me before leaving that next morning.

We will meet again in a few hours, five years since that night, and I worry that you will have forgotten everything I remember.

*~*~*~*

My fears are pushed aside as I watch you excuse yourself from your friends and slip out the side door.

Dare I hope?

My pulse quickens as we retrace our steps from years before, now knowing where it is you are going.

I arrive a few minutes after you, not wanting to seem too eager, but needing to be close to you, just the same.

I find you at the window, moonlight casting shadows on your face, your eyes scanning the grounds below.

“I was wondering if you remembered,” you said.

I smiled – because you did remember.

I took your hand in mine and placed it against my chest.

“Five years ago I gave you my heart,” I quietly admitted.

“And five years ago I gave you mine,” you answered as you did the same.

When our lips met, it was like coming home, like a part of us that had been missing fell into place.

All because we chose to remember.