Malfoy walked up to Harry and punched him in the head.
"Ow!" said Harry, rubbing the sore spot. "Why'd you do that, Malfoy?"
"Oh my god, Potter," said Malfoy. "It's in the past! Get over it!" And he stormed away.
Harry felt confused. And dizzy.
The next day, Malfoy did it again. He marched right up to Harry, pulled back his arm, and punched Harry in the head, quite hard.
It really hurt.
"Malfoy, you are an utter dick," said Harry, leaning against a table to keep from falling down.
"Jesus, Potter. That happened seconds ago. What is actually wrong with you? Why can't you let things go?"
Harry just stared at him. Maybe Malfoy was right. Maybe he did need to learn to let go of his grudge.
The third time it happened, Harry did fall down. He got back up and swayed a bit on his feet. Two blurry Malfoys wove in front of him. "It's hard to ignore the past when it keeps on repeating," he said. "There's some kind of lesson to be learnt here, I'm sure of it."
"Bugger off, Potter," said Malfoy. "You're just prejudiced against Slytherins. Because you can't let go of the past."
It only happened one more time. And after that, everything was okay.
Malfoy thumped Harry right in the head with his fist, and Harry plunged to the ground like a rock. When he woke up again, his head ached. It pounded. His stomach hurt.
Malfoy helped him to his feet. "What's up, Malfoy?" he asked. Malfoy was a tall blond bloke, wearing expensive-looking black robes. That was pretty much all Harry could remember about him.
"So, Potter," said Malfoy. "Are you finally ready to let go of the past?"
"Er…" said Harry. "I guess so. Given I can't remember it any more. I guess I am ready to let it go."
"Brilliant," said Malfoy, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Let's go be boyfriends."
-- The End