For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: retrograde. wc: 339 Draco wondered if it were possible to induce retrograde amnesia without losing one’s mind completely. Given current circumstances, he thought it might be worth the risk. The alternative was fleeing the country, no, the continent, changing his name, and never showing his face in public again.

Gentle hands pried his fingers from his face. “It’s not that bad.”

“NOT THAT BAD?!”

NOT. THAT. BAD?

“HARRY JAMES POTTER!”

“How can you sit there and calmly tell me that it’s not that bad?” Draco attempted to cover his face again, but Harry pulled him into his lap instead.

Draco wiggled, unwilling to let go of his well-earned dramatics just yet.

“He barely saw anything, Draco,” Harry tried to reason with him. He should know better. “Besides, it’s not the first time someone has walked in on us.”

Draco turned to glare at his (soon-to-be ex) boyfriend. I mean, who could stay with someone who betrayed them like this?

“Pansy walking in on us in our home or Ron catching us in the loo cannot be compared to the MINISTER FOR MAGIC walking in on you railing me over my desk at work!”

“He barely had the door open before you screamed.” Harry, optimist that he was, was still trying to reason with him.

“And what, dear, sweet love of my life, did I scream?”

Harry rolled his lips between his teeth and looked everywhere but at Draco.

“Say it,” Draco insisted.

“Oh, Harry, please fuck me harder, I want to feel you in my throat,” Harry muttered. “Okay, fine, I’ll go Obliviate the Minister.” He started to push Draco off his lap.

Draco wrapped himself around Harry. “Noooo… you’ll get fired, or arrested or… or… killed! Harry, he could kill you!”

“Draco, love, I’m the Saviour, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived. He’s not going to have me killed for a simple Obliviation. He’ll probably thank me.”