Chapter 12 - Chapter 12: Don't Look Down

TW: Language, Near Death Experience Demian and Malfoy went their separate ways after breakfast, he had to get ready for the match after all. While walking through the hall Peter ran up to him, somewhat out of breath, "Jesus fuck I'm out of shape." He said in a huff. "I'm glad I caught up to you, because what the fuck is going on? Everyone is talking, you know. Saying you and Malfoy were seen together last night.""We were." Demian said boldly. Peter raised one of his eyebrows. "And Higgs?" "He's devastated." Demian said quietly. "Keep your fucking voice down mate." "Yeah yeah." He replied, talking quieter. "So you're going to be with him then?" Demian didn't say anything, but he nodded. "I think so."Peter just shook his head. "You're playing with fire man.""What's the big deal?" "What...what's the big deal? His father is obviously going to come straight here when he finds out, who knows what the fuck is going to happen to you. The safer choice would have been Higgs, Demiain. And even that one was questionable. I care about you man, but you're being stupid, thinking you can have some sort of life with Malfoy." This stung, and Demian looked at him sadly. "I appreciate the advice, but the truth is, I don't care what happens to me. I...""You what?" "I fucking love him." Demian said under his breath. "Oh for fucks sake, mate....you're gonna get yourself killed." Demian didn't reply, he just walked toward the stadium, leaving Peter in the hallway, shaking his head disappointingly. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Eventually, after a walk that seemed like miles, he made it to the stadium. Everyone had already filed in, Demian took his seat amongst the Slytherins again, and Pansy scoffed. "Hello, lover boy." She whispered intimidatingly behind him. He turned around and looked at her, questionably."The fuck?" He said. She just smiled at him. "Enjoy the show." She said.He ignored her and the two teams finally walked out, Madam Hooch was instructing them to have a fair game, they all mounted their brooms and the bludgers were released, the quaffle sent flying in the air shortly after. The match began, and Higgs was the first to catch the quaffle, two Gryffindors chased after him as he raced towards the goal. Malfoy was still searching for the snitch, he watched his opponent carefully and noticed Harry Potter was already chasing something, and he followed in suit, darting after him. Demian watched, as Higgs skillfully threw a pass to avoid the two Gryffindors on his tail, Derrick was waiting in left field and immediately threw it into goal. The crowd went wild, 10 - 0. The quaffle was released once more, this time, Fred and George Weasley took control, passing the ball back and forth between one another, all the way down the field, until they reached Slytherins goal. Fred faked one last pass, and Derrick took the bait, chasing after him, while George still had the ball, tossing it with all his strength into the middle goal, where the keeper missed. 10-10, the crowd cheered once again. Harry Potter was ahead of Malfoy, a few feet closer to the snitch as both of them raced through the inner mechanisms of the bleachers. It was hard for the crowd to see what was happening, and Demian leaned over the side, hoping to get a better view. Before he had a chance, he felt a firm push against his back, he tipped over the railing, and suddenly, he was falling. Time moved slower, his stomach was in his chest as gravity worked against him, the ground seemed ages away, but he knew he was only seconds away from disaster. He could hear nothing, even though the crowd was screaming and pointing. Silence. Demian shut his eyes tightly, flashes of Draco, his parents, Peter and Mordred, even Higgs, went through his head. The commotion caused the teams to stop in their tracks, Higgs saw Demian falling and raced towards him, forgetting the game. He narrowly caught him by his robe, but the weight distribution was off, and the safety of his broom diminished, they both fell, at least 10 feet down, rendering themselves unconscious. The crowd gasped in unison, when Malfoy finally realized what happened, he flew his broom to the ground and immediately dropped it, running his way over to Demian. He scooped him up in his arms and left Higgs there, where the Professors were rushing toward him. He wasted no time, running all the way to the medical ward and throwing the game. Harry Potter caught the snitch shortly after. Slytherin lost. But Malfoy didn't care. For three days, Demian remained unconscious. Although Higgs broke some of his fall by briefly catching him, he still took a nasty spill.For three days, nothing but blackness. When he finally came to, it was late. No one was there besides nurse Pomfrey. She quickly ran over to him. "Dear, oh my stars, you're awake!" She exclaimed. "How do you feel?" "I...." he lifted his hands up and turned them around, examining both sides."What happened?" He said. "You fell, darling...at the Quidditch game. Don't you remember?" Demian sat there. Rubbing his head a bit, it still ached. "Where are we?" He questioned again. "Why...were at Hogwarts dear." Demian struggled to remember. "Oh my..." Pomfrey exclaimed. "I'll be right back dear." And she left, to retrieve Dumbledore. Soon, he came in. Sitting on the bed next to him. "Hello young one, are you feeling alright?" He asked. "I...don't remember what happened, how I got here, or much else for that matter." "Do you know your name?" He asked. "Demian." He sighed with relief. "Well, at least you still remember that." "You have a touch of amnesia, son. It will take some time to regain your memories. In that time, I recommend resting as much as possible. You will be excused from daily classes for the next two weeks, I expect you to keep up with your studies from the comfort of your own bed." He explained. "Okay, I understand." He responded. "Tonight, you'll stay here. In the morning, when you've regained some more strength and eaten something, Pomfrey will show you to your room."He nodded. "Get some rest." Dumbledore said, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. And then he left. Demian barely slept that night, he kept having nightmares of falling, and waking up right before he hit the ground. He woke up gasping several times, and the next morning he could barely keep his eyes open. When he was finally released, Pomfrey instructed him on how to open Ravenclaw tower once more, she walked him all the way to his dorm and inside, Peter and Mordred were waiting. Both sighed with relief and watched as he was walked to his bed. When Pomfrey left, they finally felt it was safe to speak naturally and Peter began, "Holy fuck dude, are you alright? That was a crazy long fall. You're lucky Higgs caught you at the last second, even if he somehow managed to just drop you again." Mordred laughed. Demian tried to smile but his head was hurting. He hardly remembered his flat mates, but he wasn't trying to worry them. "Are you alright mate?" Mordred said. With no emotion, he said, "I have amnesia." Peter sighed, "You've got to be fucking joking." He walked to the window and cracked it, preparing to smoke. The room was silent for a moment. Mordred finally spoke up. "So do you remember us then?" Demian was still silent. "You're joking." He said. "It's Peter," he pointed at him, "And Mordred" He turned the finger to himself. "Right..." Demian responded. Peter just smoked his cigarette, shaking his head before finally tossing it out the window and saying, "I told you fucking with Malfoy would get you killed Demian, and it almost did." "Malfoy?" Demians heart started beating a little faster, though he couldn't understand why."Yes, Draco Malfoy. You were sitting with the Slytherins, and even though everyone wants to act like you just somehow fell, I'd be willing to bet you were pushed." Mordred nodded in agreement. "Why the hell would someone do that?" Demian said. "Because you're playing with fire." Peter shut the window and went back to his own bed. Demian felt confused, and he looked it. "You made someone mad, by fucking with the pureblood prince." Peter said. "Can't believe you really don't remember us." Mordred said. "I'm sorry..." Demian responded, feeling guilty. "It'll come back mate give it some time." Peter said reassuringly. "We've got to get to class, get some rest." He patted him on the back and did his best to smile. They left. Demian was exhausted, he couldn't help himself, Silas crawled up next to him, he took him in his arms, and fell asleep. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Demian woke up several hours later, he had slept most of the day away and his stomach growled. He decided he would go to the great hall for dinner, which he somehow remembered. He navigated himself there, slower than usual, and making a few wrong turns, but eventually, he made it. He saw Peter and Mordred and sat down next to them, quickly grabbing a plate. "Hey guys." He said. They both looked shocked. "Hey, are you feeling better?" "A bit, I finally slept some and I'm starving." He packed his plate full and started scarfing it down. "I'll say...I haven't seen you eat that much all semester." Peter and Mordred laughed. He looked up from his plate for a few moments, still chewing, and he saw Viviana. "Vi..." He said. Mordred spoke, "You remember Viviana?" Although it was fuzzy, he did in fact remember her. He thought about the comfort of holding her hand, all the laughs they had shared, the nights they spent together star gazing and holding one another. "She used to be your girlfriend, Demian." Mordred said. Used to be. He thought to himself.He kept scanning the dining hall, looking for memories. When his gaze stopped on Higgs, his stomach dropped. He pointed up at him and asked his friends, "Who is that?" "Terrence Higgs." They both said in unison. Demian nodded his head, he studied his face, and a smile came to his lips. Higgs was staring back, he smiled and waved at Demian, and Demian waved back.Finally, he saw Malfoy. He didn't need to ask which one he was, as he recognized him immediately. But for some reason, not a single memory returned to his mind. This made him sad, and he stopped eating, pushing his plate away. "What happened, between Malfoy and I?" He asked his friends. "Hell if I know." Peter responded. "But you told me you fucking loved him." His heart stopped, he felt blood rushing to his face, and he looked down, avoiding the eyes of his friends. "What the fuck..." He said quietly to himself. "Yeah, you were proper mad about Malfoy." Why couldn't he remember? He looked up, searching for Malfoy again and they locked eyes, he blinked a few times and Malfoys gaze never left him. Demian felt sick and got up to leave the dining hall. Malfoy couldn't help himself; he immediately stood and went after him. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*."Demian." A familiar voice called out to him, and he stopped in his tracks. He turned to face him. Malfoy.....He didn't speak, the hallway was surprisingly empty, and without saying anything, Draco walked up to him, cupping his face and kissing him. Demian was taken aback, he broke away and looked up at him, confused. "What?" Malfoy said. "What's wrong?" Demian shook his head, taking a few steps back. "My memories...I don't recall what's happened between us."Fear overtook Malfoys eyes, he looked so upset. He swallowed hard and nodded his head, accepting defeat for the time being. "You're mine, Demian. I know you'll remember that soon." He said.He took him in his arms, holding him tightly. Demian stood there, and a familiar smell enveloped him, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around Malfoy. For a few moments, they stood there, holding one another in silence, and Demian felt true comfort for the first time in days.