"Oh my god. All this time, I thought that you just regretted it, but you don't remember. You don't remember!"

"What the bloody fuck are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"The night I spent over at your flat. I brought you home and we were about as randy as teenagers."

"We had sex?"

"No," Draco said, "I stopped making out with you when I realized that you were stoned."

"You stopped? That's so noble of you. I'm sure I was on ecstasy."

"You were. You don't remember seeing me that morning?"

"Oh, I do. I just don't remember snogging, and since you weren't naked and or in my bed the next morning I just assumed you were playing hero."

"I can't believe...after all this time I figure out that you don't remember! I thought you had just pushed it aside because you thought I regretted it."

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, if I remembered snogging you when you thought you were straight-,"

"I am straight."

"You're not fucking straight, you're most definitely at least bi. Anyway, if I had remembered snogging you when you thought you were straight I would have never in a million years let you have forgotten and you know that."

Draco was silent. "Maybe I'm not straight."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Oh, and what makes you say that?"

"Because the more I look at you, the more I want to snog you senseless and the more I want to have you buried deep-,"

"I can arrange all of this." Harry said seriously.

Draco pecked Harry on the lips, "I don't have anything."

"I do."

The two stood up, admiring each other's body as they did.

"So, when do we have dinner to inform the parentals?" Harry asked as they made their way to the master bedroom.

Hermione was fanning herself while Ron hid behind her hair. James, Sirius, and Remus were all staring in shock at the memory they had witnessed and Lily was smiling.

"Harry told me a few months ago, that that was in fact the moment he realized he was in love with me."

"When did you realize?" Sirius asked.

"The moment Scorpius called him Dada and Harry didn't freak out. Harry doesn't know that."

The memory had been formed, though it seemed to be paused, almost waiting for the party to pay attention.

Draco Malfoy sat on his couch, watching as Scorpius wobbled back and forth against the coffee table. He began to watch more carefully, however, as Scorpius seemed to brave the idea of walking without support. Draco began searching for his phone to film it. Harry wasn't there, he was at a study group, though he was supposed to be home an hour ago. Draco didn't question the lateness, as Harry was working on his final project of the semester.

"Where is my bloody phone!"

"Fada!" Scorpius called, effectively ending the search for the phone, as he began to take steps toward Draco.

"That's it, baby! Come on!" Scorpius walked, almost perfectly, to Draco before he fell on his bottom and began to giggle. "Good job! Dad is going to be so proud!"

As soon as Draco said this, his mobile began to ring, alerting him to the incoming call from Harry. Draco stood and followed the noise until it led him to the knapsack. He rummaged around it until he found the offending device. "Hello, Harry. You'll never-,"

"Draco, I need help." The broken, slurry voice of Harry very nearly caused Draco to drop his phone. "Please, I- I don't know where I am, I've 'ad too much to 'rink, I took some- I used Draco. I used 'nd I need help."

Draco, a mess himself, tried to calm Harry down knowing all too well how fast Harry's mind would race when he was high. "Harry, it's okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Can I use Find My IPhone to find you?"

"Yeah."

"What did you take?"

Harry mummed quietly, his voice was faint, "Coke 'n Vicodin. Lots 'o tequila."

"How much?"

""Unno."

"Okay, don't move, I'll be there as soon as I can. Let me just drop Scorpius at Mother's."

"'Raco," Harry's speech was getting more and more slurred with each passing moment. "'Raco, 'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. It's okay. I love you."

"'ve you too."