Somewhere in My Memory by maraudersaffair (chapter 4)
Harry marched up to the tree. He was shorter than Malfoy, always had been. Staring at Harry, Malfoy leaned close.
“What about this one?” Malfoy murmured.
Harry spared a glance at the lovely tree. “It’s perfect.”
Malfoy touched a branch, his fingers brushing over the green needles. He continued to stare at Harry as he did it. “Your eyes … they are virtually the same colour as this tree. It’s remarkable.”
A hot blush overtook him. It wasn’t everyday a bloke as fit as Malfoy complimented him.
“Thank you,” Harry said, head now lowered.
“Your skin looks lovely when you blush,” Malfoy said. “The pink looks very pretty against the brown.”
“Malfoy.” Harry turned away.
“I wish you’d let me tell you how beautiful I think you are.”
Harry shook his head and put several steps between them. ‘You’ve lost your memory, Malfoy. It’s not right. I don’t think your true self would ever say such a thing to me.”
“How do you know?”
“Because we’ve known each other for almost twenty years and not once did he ever say something nice to me.”
Malfoy was silent for a long moment. Then: “I think I was afraid.”
This made Harry look at him. “What?”
Malfoy raised his chin. “I don’t quite remember, but … I get a feeling when I look at you. My chest gets all tight and—I think it’s yearning.”
“Don’t be silly,” Harry said. The idea was preposterous. Draco Malfoy didn’t yearn for him.
“Perhaps I was too frightened to tell you the truth. Perhaps—”
“Stop.”
