I blink around me in confusion.

What the hell am I doing in Draco's room?

I try to think about the last thing I remember. Ah crap, yes I remember now, I was kissing Draco. Right here, in his room after I confronted him about his late night shenanigans.

Did I get an answer from him? No. He was bloody stubborn and shut me up with his lips. It will explain why he is standing in front of me now, panting heavily in just his boxer shorts and shirt.

I still don't get why he would wear a shirt to bed.

"Where did Pansy go?" I ask, recalling her interrupting us. "Wasn't she just here?"

"Umm... no." Draco says nervously, his eyes darting from side to side. "She had to leave, remember?"

I frown. Something feels really strange here, as though there's been a sort of time hop in my brain. It feels like that happened hours ago, not seconds.

"Are you, um- are you alright?" Draco asks, nervously licking his lips.

I notice he has his wand in his hand. He wasn't holding it a moment ago was he?

"Draco, what have you done to me?"

He looks frozen in fear.

"Draco, seriously!" I say, feeling panicked. "This is not funny, what the hell have you done? Where's Pansy? She didn't just leave did she? Something has happened!"

"I had to do it!" Draco suddenly says. "You knew too much."

"Too much about what?!" I look down again at his wand and I realise in horror that he must have Obliviated me. "Draco, you have no right! Give me back my memory!"

I reach for his wand but he dances back out of the way.

"I had to," he says. "I'm sorry."

"How much have you taken? Half an hour? An hour?"

"Six hours. But I promise you nothing much happened in them."

"How do you even know how to do that?!" I gasp, wanting to murder him.

"It's easy, your mind is an open book. I just ripped out a couple of pages."

I look at him, aghast. "How could you do this to me?"

"I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't been so bloody stubborn about telling! I begged you not to say anything but you were insisting! You are so black and white, it's bloody infuriating."

"I'M NOT THE ONE STEALING MEMORIES!"

"Keep your voice down, Potter," Draco hisses, grabbing my arm.

I immediately shrug him off, glaring at him with such hatred. "I can't believe I just kissed you!"

Draco's face colours. "Uh- about that..."

And as he trails off, I know. I know because I can feel him in my underwear.

"WE HAD SEX?!"

"Pretty good sex, actually." Draco smirks. "Shame you won't remember it."

My mouth falls open. I feel so violated, like I've just been raped. Well, mind raped at least. I assume I consented to the sex given how horny I felt when I was kissing him earlier.

"This isn't fair, Draco," I say, my voice desperate. "You can't do this to me."

For a second he looks contrite, and a small, hopeful, part of me wonders if he will cave in.

But then his eyes steel over. "I can't, Potter. I am sorry that I had to Obliviate the sex part because it really was good. But I had no other choice, I couldn't keep it in."

"Did I at least have a good time?!" I snarl spitefully. "Or did you manage to put me off it for life too?"

He looks as though I just slapped him. Good.

"Get out." He orders, his face hardened in anger. "I've got things to be getting on with."

"You've got memories to be giving back, you mean."

"Not going to happen. Maybe I will one day when this is all over - and then you'll understand why I did it. But not today."

"I'll never forgive you for this."

"Funny, that's exactly what I said to you when you decided you were going to betray my trust. Now leave."

My heart racing so furiously in my chest, I glare at him one last time and go.

******

I do my own detective work. If Draco won't give me my memory back, then I'll just have to work it out for myself.

So it seems Katie Bell was cursed and I was there in the aftermath. For some reason, Draco hadn't wanted me to recall this memory, so it obviously had something to do with him.

But why the hell would he want to hurt Katie Bell? She isn't even a Muggle-born.

And at what point did I have sex with him? Given how his juices were still inside me when he admitted to Obliviating me, I can only assume we'd just had sex then. So, if I knew Draco was behind trying to kill Katie, would I really want to drag him back to the castle and jump his bones?

Ugh. I am so confused. I will have to wait for Katie to get back from St Mungo's before I can probe her about events.

In the meantime, I refuse to sit next to Draco in any of our classes together. He has wronged me so badly, and I hate that he has such an intimate memory of me that I don't.

I know there is no point begging him back for the memory. He has made it clear that won't happen until 'it' is over. Whatever 'it' is.

When Slughorn's Christmas party is announced, I think about who I can take. But my heart isn't in dating anymore. I think sadly of Fred and wondering if he's moved on yet? It hurts so much to think of him being with someone else, even though I have apparently been with Draco.

Does it count if I don't remember it, though?

Probably. But it was Fred's choice to dump me, so I really shouldn't feel guilty. But I cannot help it.

In the end, I decide to go by myself.

I'm a little surprised to see Draco turn up halfway through. But when Snape drags him out I follow him in the hopes I'll find out something new.

Nothing. Nada.

The year continues with me being a little unhealthily obsessed over Draco's movements. I am determined to discover what he is up to, and determined to get back my stolen memory.

When Ron nearly dies on his eighteenth birthday, I just know Draco is somehow behind it.

"Tell me!" I beg Draco when I corner him in the common room, "Please!"

But he just stonily pushes me aside like he's wanton to do these days.

I feel so alone, so rejected and abandoned by the people who were supposed to love me, that when Katie Bell finally arrives back from St Mungo's and tells me that I had been there that day in the pub toilets with Draco, I feel nothing but deep desperation as I chase after him through the castle hallways.

"JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU PSYCHO BITCH!" Draco screams at me when I corner him in the bathroom, demanding my memory back.

He throws a hex at me, and I dodge, throwing one back.

A fight ensues, one which causes cisterns to explode and water to flood all around us. And then I remember the hex I have been waiting for a rainy day to use.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" I scream, flicking my wand at him.

That shit does not work out well.

*****

I sit by him in the hospital wing, willing him to wake up.

He finally does when I happen to be crying, and I quickly wipe my tears dry.

"Potter," he croaks, smiling despite everything. "Is it really that bad?"

"It's worse than bad," I mutter quietly, wiping my face with my sleeves. "You stole my memory and I want it back."

His smile instantly vanishes. "You've got to drop this - now."

"What is it that you don't want me to remember?" I plead, trying to make him understand how violating it is to have this happen to me. "Why can't you just give it back to me?"

I burst into a fresh torrent of tears, and he finally looks regretful as he reaches out and grabs my hand. "Harri, I promise you I'll give it back, just not now."

Seeing how completely done in and exhausted he looks, I finally concede, praying he'll keep his word.

And then Dumbledore kidnaps me one night, taking me to a cave where he makes me row through a lake of dead bodies and force feed him poison.

When we return to the castle, it is to discover that Draco has let in a load of Death Eaters. But there was literally no point in him breaking his back all year about it because it is Snape who kills Dumbledore anyway - a teacher already there.

As I remove my Invisibility Cloak on top of the Astronomy Tower, Draco looks at me apologetically.

"So now you know," he says, placing his wand against my forehead. "And by the way," he presses his lips against my ear, "it really was the best I've ever had."

He finally gives me back my memory.

******

"And you just let him get away?"

Ron stares at me in horror as I tell him and Hermione exactly what happened in the Astronomy Tower.

Well, I left out the part about Draco telling me I was the best sex he has ever had. And I have to admit - now I've got my memory of it back - it was a pretty fine time. Just a shame we never got to repeat it.

I shrug. "What else was I supposed to do? Dumbledore was already dead and if Draco hadn't fled then he could have been arrested. I was hardly going to run after him through the castle screaming like a banshee."

'But he should be arrested!" Ron splutters. "He's been plotting a murder all year long and nearly killed me in the process!"

"Ron," Hermione says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Harri's right. And it sounds like Malfoy really didn't have a choice in the matter. He was coerced which might be difficult to prove."

"And he couldn't kill him when he had the chance," I add, thinking dully of how Draco had lowered his wand right before Bellatrix and co came storming in to take over the job.

"Well he's probably in a place worse than Azkaban right now if he's returned to his boss without having completed his to-do list." Ron scoffs.

I feel a sickness swoop low in my stomach imagining all sorts of horror Draco must be facing. I wish he'd have given me a chance to help him when I could instead of holding my memory ransom.

"Anyway," I say, wanting to change to subject. "I've decided to quit school. No point me coming back and learning when I've got a war to win."

"You're not coming back to Hogwarts?" Hermione gasps. "But - why?"

"Like I said, there's no point." I sigh as my gaze lands on the white marble coffin at the front of the ceremony. "Dumbledore told me that the only way Voldemort can be defeated is if I kill him. It was in the prophecy, see. But before I can do that, I've got to locate and destroy these Horcruxes, starting with the locket."

"What?" Ron frowns. "You mean the locket you and Dumbledore retrieved from the cave that night?"

"No, it turned out to be a fake," I mutter bitterly. "All that for fuck all. So it's back to square one, and I can't do that if I've got school."

"We'll come with you, won't we Ron?" Hermione says enthusiastically. "We can always finish our education when this is all over."

Ron wordlessly splutters, his face going red.

"Ron?" Hermione prompts. "I said we will help Harri, won't we?"

"I can't," Ron eventually says looking relieved. "It's Bill's wedding in August. Soz."

"Well, we'll come too, won't we Harri?" Hermione says, just inviting ourselves on the guest list. "I do love a good wedding, and it'll be a lovely way to say one last goodbye to everyone before we go off on our adventure!"

"But what about your parents?" I ask her. "Won't they mind?'

Hermione shrugs. "I'll just modify their memories and send them to Australia."

Jesus fuck, what is it with everyone just casually messing around with people's minds as though it's no big deal?

So, it is settled. Weasley wedding first, war later.

Damn, I'll guess I'll be bumping into Fred, then.

*****